This is @missexiled's writing blog! I'm transferring all old writings and linking the old ones at the bottom!
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Requests: Open!
I will not accept any requests containing - scat or piss play - any noncon - heavy oc x canon - incest or faux cest - underage content
I am willing to write for - specified reader x canon - canon x canon - most aus - all of your kinky little 'sex pollen' to 'breath play' to 'I want him to fuck me on a ceiling'
This post is subject to change. Dividers by @strangergraphics
TW - Spoilers for GotG movies, mentions of past abusive relationships, anxiety, and depression
Peter is normally the most upbeat person in the team. It’s how he copes. It works, too! Mostly. He’s dealt with a lot—from his team and otherwise. He’s been called stupid, useless, worthless, a waste of space, pathetic… All the usual stuff! He’s learned to brush it off and just keep going. It’s what his mother would want, of course. He hopes.
But what about the times he breaks? The times he can’t hold it all up with a grin and music? Thankfully, he has you, even if he still tries to do it all by himself.
Physical Pain
This one is easier, and more common. He has a tendency to put himself in harms way. He won’t ever say this, but he feels like he’s the most expendable one. He’s the leader (right?) so he needs to be on the frontlines. He needs to be the one to make sure everyone is okay. He’d risk his life for his crew. And they’d do the same for him… right? Right. Yeah.
He tries to hide his injuries as much as he can. If it’s small, he’s overly dramatic, whining and crying about it, but when it’s a genuine issue? Nothing. He’s fine. He can handle it. He’ll disappear into his room for a few hours, playing some music track, then come out a bit tired.
Nobody really realizes he was hurt unless something else triggers it. A hard push, a playful jab, a clumsy move, and he winces.
You pause, looking up from your book, “Peter?”
He tenses, knowing that tone. “That’s my name,” he mumbles, trying to force playfulness into his voice. He watches you get up and look him over. He already knows what’s going to happen. Nothing he says now will save him…
“Where is it?”
He nervously chuckles, shrugging, “Where’s what?” It only takes a few seconds on silence for him to sigh, “I got… grazed.” Another small pause, “Stabbed. Lightly.”
“Sit down, Quill.” He whined at the last name but listened, knowing better than to fight you on this. Last time you ended up getting Mantis to make him pass out just so you could stitch him up. Which was… not fun.
He’s a bit embarrassed that he needs help, but in the end he allows you to patch him up. Especially when you kiss it better after you’re done. He ends up making that a ritual once you do it the first time.
Mental Pain
Deny, deny, deny. Unless you know how to read him, or you’re a telepath, you’ll likely miss it. He’s gotten way too good at hiding when his anxiety gets the better of him. Personally, I feel like he’s got a light mix of ADHD and anxiety, which evolves into depression some times. Being raised by Ravagers made it hard to feel comfortable showing his emotions. He grew up in a harsh environment. Hell, they threatened to eat him half the time. It might’ve been a joke, but he only learned that as an adult.
He might not be the smartest with books and science, but he’s definitely up there with emotional intelligence and street smarts. He knows how to work people. He knows how to read emotions and micro expressions, even if he doesn’t fully know how to put it into words. This also means he knows how to school his own expressions and emotions to hide his ‘uglier’ thoughts. On days he feels like he’s getting crushed, when breathing gets hard and getting out of bed feels impossible, he turns his music up a little louder and acts like he’s having the best day. Fake it till you make it, as Terrans say! Though, when he found out his dad was a planet that killed his mother… it got a bit too hard to smile through it all.
He was in his room for a lot longer than usual. Normally, he’d be really ‘social’ when he was feeling down. Now, you rarely saw him unless he was grabbing a snack. When you knocked on his door, there wasn’t even music. You barely hesitated before walking in, looking around for him.
He, of course, was in bed covered with a thick pile of blankets. His ‘cocoon of despair’ as Mantis called it. Or ‘depression dome’ as Rocket would say. It was an often enough occurrence that they brushed it off.
Except, there was no music.
He always had music.
“Hey, Peter,” you spoke softly as you knelt by the bed where you thought his head would be, “you awake?”
There was a stretch of silence before he mumbles out a quiet, “No.”
You just hum, “That’s a shame. I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch Knight Rider with me, especially since you talked it up so much.”
There was another pause where you almost thought he fell asleep, only for him to sigh and poke his head out with a small pout, “Knight Rider?”
You softly laugh, “Yeah, Knight Rider. You’ve mentioned it like, a thousand times. Figured it’s gotta be decent if you won’t stop mentioning it.” You had already watched it, not that anyone knew. You just wanted to get his random references to the show. They made you smile.
“I guess,” he mumbles, shifting to look at you better, “Will there be snacks?”
“Depends. Are you okay with pretzels and cheese-its?”
He dramatically groans before fully sitting up, “You… are a cruel person. You know that? Interrupting my alone time with Knight Rider and the best snacks ever,” he huffs, “You don’t even like cheese-its.”
You shrug, “Maybe I do. Maybe I just lied to you all these years.”
He stares you down, but can’t even find the energy to mean it. His ‘glare’ slowly dissolves into a soft smile, “Thanks.”
He’ll never acknowledge it, especially not the fact that he knows you’re doing it for him, but he’s forever grateful. He can’t put it into words, but he shows it through actions. Going out of his way for you in little ways. Getting your snacks, opening (more) doors for you, growing ever protective of you. The others noticed eventually, but, for once, didn’t comment on it. If you watching Knight Rider and eating snacks with him was what it took to get their leader goofball back, then they’d leave it alone.
Daisy - I've got a bit going on rn, so I... can promise nothing. Trying to use it as fuel to write again, so we'll see. Lots of love!! Shout out to @sleeplessdreamer14 for letting me yap about our king!
mildly suggestive idea but it’s adam so nothing out of the ordinary
so yall just had sex, right? and you’re just relaxing, catching your breath, but then you reach over into your bed side dresser drawer and get a little container of lotion and rub some of adam’s back where you scratched him. he’s a little taken aback because he’s not used to receiving aftercare, but he’s certainly not complaining. honestly it turns him on a little bit.
For me?
Or when Adam is cared for after sex
Written as a Drabble
TW - Aftercare, but no sex (still put sex mention in tags)
After Eve and Lilith and all that Garden crap, he kinda gave up on relationships
Quick flings are more his style
Simple, easy, no mess, just in and out
Then in came you
You were supposed to be someone he’d occasionally think about after
Another person he could pretend means something more
He didn’t have much time to think about it when you felt so damn good
A part of him was debating on asking for your number just to call you back
Then you opened a drawer
He expected you to grab another condom or something, not…
Lotion?
“Sorry if I was a bit rough,” you hummed as you poured some of the soft smelling lotion in your hands. You rubbed your hands together to warm it up a bit with a small smirk, “Though, it did seem like you liked it.”
He stayed on his stomach, still a bit confused. He just blinked up at you like he was trying to read your mind. You barely noticed as you began to rub his back, being gentle with the raised lines.
His voice was a bit muffled by the pillow, “What… are you doing?”
You raised an eyebrow but still pulled your hands back, “Um, just rubbing your back. Why? Too much?”
“No,” it came out too fast, “Nah, nah, I just, uh… wasn’t expecting that.”
There was a small pause as you both processed what he really meant.
You continued to silently rub the lotion into his skin. “It’s just a habit I picked up, really,” you shrugged, “Figured since you did most of the work.”
He certainly wasn’t complaining. Hell, he was ready to go again just to get pampered afterwards.
Daisy - He’s such an interesting character to me. I feel like he has the soul of a House Husband but the life of a Frat Boy. I adored this ask so so much!!
I got a few inbox asks along with a ton of ideas and inspiration courtesy of Sleeplessdreamer, Kiki's Delivery Service, and Guardians of the Galaxy. Thank you for being patient with me as I work through this writing block <3
Tw - Light cursing and allusions to a slightly emotionally abusive Lilith
Most people move on within the day in Hell. Most people didn’t lose everything for the person they promised themselves to. Most people didn’t have to hold onto hope for not only themselves, but for their child. Most people didn’t make the cutest fucking duck to propose, only to have it lost somewhere in the pile of other worthless ducks.
He was… coping. In a way. Sorta. The ducks were cute. And they listened. Never left. He absently nudged one as he sipped on some whiskey. This one was a bit… different from his usual style. Normally they had some weird trick or quirk. Now they slowly evolved into this. Soft eyes that reminded him far too much of you with a tuft of hair that looked eerily similar. You were his confidant. Someone for him to lean on. It made sense that he thought of you when he didn’t feel well. And when he was feeling better. And when he was trying to sleep.
It was totally normal. Very, very normal.
It was normal that he adjusted his long standing pancake recipe for you. It was normal that he always went to you with his new creations. It was normal that you had been so inexplicably ingrained into his daily routine that any time you were away, he felt like he lost something.
“Hey, Lu,” you chimed as you sat next to him, “Morning bad enough you need a whiskey at…” you glanced at the clock and winced, “ten in the morning?”
Husker huffed, “Fuck’s wrong with that?”
“Not everyone is such a chronic drinker that their blood is half alcohol, kitty.” Angel Dust earned a glare for that comment. He just held that same shit-eating grin.
You rolled your eyes, gently nudging Lucifer, “Seriously, you okay?”
He held the duck a bit closer to himself, “Yeah. Just tired.” Tired of having vivid dreams of what life with you would look like, only to wake up and remember it’s all a fantasy. A beautiful, wonderful fantasy that he’d give up his left wings to have.
“Why don’t you take a nap? You don’t have anything goin’ on today, right?”
He sighed, “I guess. It’s just hard to fall asleep. I dunno.” He shoved the duck back into his coat pocket. “I need to fix my wings, anyways,” he sighed as he stood up.
You lit up, “Oh, I can help! I love your wings.”
He wished that you were crueler. Colder. Just… not you. It’d make it easier to not feel that familiar squeeze in his chest when you said you loved something about him. He nervously laughed, “There’s no need for that. I can-”
“You can’t, Lu,” you shot back, “I’ve seen you try to do it on your own.” Angel snickered, having also seen the king of Hell nearly break his back trying to reach the base of his wings.
Lucifer sighed, “Alright, fine.” You happily followed him back to his room. You happened to miss the look Angel, and even Husker, sent in your direction. Lucifer did not.
You already knew his routine. Mainly because you forced him to get one. Feather oils, brushes, tweezers. You sat him down and got to work on his wings. All while he mentally chided himself about how his wings kept twitching and how his heart felt like it was going to backflip out of his chest. He was grateful his cheeks were permanently red, otherwise he was sure they’d give him away.
“You’re, uh… You’ve been… kind,” he awkwardly laughed, rubbing his neck, “Thank you.”
“Of course! I’m always happy to help you,” you chirp. Your hands easily glided through his feathers. They were smoother and softer now that you’ve been assisting him with their care.
He felt lighter. Both his wings and hisself. You made him feel lighter. Happier.
Happier than she ever did…
You never tried to undermine him. You always sat down with him when you were upset or concerned. You wouldn’t ice him out or get passive aggressive. Not like her.
You felt better. Treated him better. Looked at him like… Like you cared. Really cared.
But… he was still married. Right? Even if Lilith left seven years ago. He should wait. Be a good husband and wait.
Though, he wore his ring less. And less. Hells, he didn’t even have it on now. When did that start? It started after you, of course. But… when did he start to feel dread when looking at his ring? When did the memory of Lilith feel more like a burden and less like a promise? Why did seeing you feel lighter than any day with Lilith-
He shivered when you started to work on his inner feathers, making you giggle, “You alright?”
“I, uh, yeah! Great. Just sensitive,” he nervously laughed. He absently played with his sleeves, trying to focus on something else. Like the hotel!
The hotel you helped in. The hotel you knew better than him. With a daughter that you got along with. A daughter that finally opened up to him with your encouragement.
You did that a lot. Encouraging others. Especially him. Hells, he didn’t remember when he felt this good. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this… light.
You did that. For him. For no reason other than the fact you wanted to.
Fuck… maybe he didn’t want to be Lilith’s husband anymore. Maybe… maybe he could move on. Maybe you’d help him. Maybe you already did.
Daisy - Oh, my king. I love you so. You're so depresso espresso. So failgirl coded. I wanna hold him in my hands.
Lute is kinda bored decides to conduct an experiment. She gives Adam a pair of rectangular glasses and tells him to put try them on with his helmet off. Reader, who just so happened to be in the vicinity, sees this and promptly starts backing up a lung after nearly choking on whatever they were drinking.
MMMM I love me a man in reading glasses. I don't know what it is, but knowing they're literate? 10x hotter. Reader would recommend books or even ask him to read for them just to see the glasses. And if they get foggy later, even better.
Reader ragebaiting Lilith and Lucifer and Adam falling deeper and deeper in love with them
"Talk about a short king." Heart eyes.
"So, you're not wanted in Heaven or Hell?" Buying you flowers.
"If you're her mother, it's no wonder Charlie is so dense." Planning to propose.
"Don't talk about facing conflict when you left your husband and daughter to sip on coconut water in a place that doesn't even want you." He's down on his knees.
not a request, just spilling my thoughts about one of your most recent posts
Part of the reason Adam loves you is because you’re not like Lilith. You’re responsible, cooperative, honest, and loyal. You would never make anyone else pay the price for something that wasn’t their fault, and when things get tough, you don’t hightail it out of there.
reader accidentally comparing herself to lilith and adam having none of it because lilith and her little gigolo of a husband already messed things up for him enough, he’s not gonna let her make his new lover feel lesser than (even if she doesn’t know it)
he does not care that your tits can comfortably fit in your hands, can he please suck on them and also hold your butt while he does so?
Come Here
Or when... Adam shows you how much he loves you
Written in second person (past tense)
TW - Cursing, heavy petting, light body dysmorphia, mention of tits but no real size
Daisy - He could look at anyone and call them ugly compared to you. He’s not lying, he genuinely only sees you as beautiful. And you are. So, let this man waterboard himself in those tits, babe.
You wish you never knew what Lilith looked like. Your ego probably would’ve been just fine not knowing Adam’s ex really looked like she was formed in God’s image. Long blonde hair that effortlessly flowed with no wind. Beautiful eyes and, according to the stories, a voice that united the worst people to ever exist. Not to mention her body. Fucking hell, she looked like super models were sculpted to look like her.
You were absently looking up diets that might help when Adam snatched your phone, “The fuck is this? Why do you need a diet?”
“I- I just… I want to,” you grumbled, flushed and looking away.
‘“Why? What the hell is wrong with you? You look fine.”
Just fine. You knew he didn’t mean it like that, but it still made you tense.
He hesitated, “I- Shit, baby, don’t cry,” he pulled you to his side. His wing wrapped around you as he rubbed your side. You didn’t even notice the tears until he wiped them from your cheek. “I’m… not good with emotions and crap, but… I care. So talk. Uh, please.” He kissed your head for good measure.
You looked away, embarrassed. How do you say that you wanted to look more like his ex without seeming weird or creepy? “It’s nothing. I’m just ti-”
“Don’t pull that ‘tired’ bull with me,” he huffed, tapping your nose, “You do that all the fucking time. I know you’re not just tired. What’s wrong?”
You glanced at the mirror nearby. The one you had been avoiding for nearly a week now. You saw yourself with red, puffy eyes, a scrunched up expression, and… your face. Your face that was so very not Lilith. You didn’t have her effortless beauty or grace. You were… average. Normal. You hugged yourself, trying to hide from him, “I’m not… I don’t like how I… look.”
He was silent for a bit, “The fuck?” He tensed when you teared up more, “Shit- I mean, I don’t get why. Bitch, you’re fucking gorgeous. I mean, look at you! Or, uh, don’t. If you don’t want to,” he mumbled, “I’ll look for you, and you wanna know what I see?”
You shrugged, trying to avoid his gaze until he tilted your chin to look up at him.
“I see someone I want to stay with. I see someone that actually cares about me,” his hand ran down from your chin to your collarbone, “I see you’re cute little expressions when you get excited over the stupidest shit. And,” his hand moved down to your chest, gently squeezing, “I see the hottest fucking chick I’ve ever seen. I mean,” he chuckled, “I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t hot.”
He paused, “I- Shit, no, I would. I’m not. I mean- Fuck, I love you and you’re hot. There. Do with that as you wish.”
You softly giggled, “You’re such a dork.”
“Yeah, well,” he hummed, leaning down to get closer, “I’m learning from you, dork.” His other hand went to grab your butt, roughly massaging the area, “I can show you what else I learned while being with you.”
You tensed, letting out a squeak in surprise. “Adam,” you huffed, “you’re so…”
“Awesome? Hot? Amazing?” He lowered his voice as he licked the shell of your ear, “Irresistible?” His hand traveled up to your chest, “C’mon, sweetcheeks. Just lemme make you feel better. A waterboard a day keeps the doctor away or some shit.”
“It’s an apple-”
“Fuckin’ hate apples. I choose shoving my face in your tits,” he huffed before awkwardly sticking his head under your shirt, regardless of how many times you told him that it stretched it out. If he wanted something, he normally did whatever he could to get it as quickly as possible. That included leaving you with a ton of stretched out and ripped outfits.
“Come here, sugar tits,” he mumbled to himself before nuzzling into your collarbone.
You simply sighed, “You’re a menace… I liked this shirt.”
You could hear him roll his eyes, “I’ll buy you new ones. Love when you let me buy you shit. Gets me hard.”
“Everything gets you ha-”
He bit your nipple in response before soothing it with a lick. He mumbled something, but it was lost in your skin. One hand went to your side to hold you against him while the other gently ran along your waist.
Yeah… he was an asshole, but at least he’s your asshole
Daisy - I might add on to this another day? He loves tits, bro. He has taste. I'm gonna work on a Lucifer x reader fic for now unless you guys request anything!!
Daisy 2 - I changed the ending a bit!!
human au! adam stops by your place and tries a bite of the food you cooked and all of a sudden he’s hard
Delicious
Or when Adam loves you acting domestic
Written in second person (past tense)
TW - Cursing, Adam is a freak and you love him (that’s why you’re reading this), Adam gets off in your bathroom bc he's a freak
You were absently placing the pasta into a bowl when Adam barged in with his ‘emergency’ key. He was already talking about how awful today was, “So many people. Ugh, it’s like they never learned about personal space. I mean, I was just trying to get a fuckin’ coffee. You don’t need to breathe down my neck.” He chuckled to himself as he walked up, “Whatcha making? I’m starving.”
You sighed, already used to him coming unannounced, “I made pasta. For myself.”
“You always make enough for the week, bitch,” he huffed, already grabbing a plate. He knew that you were fine with him stealing food and snacks from you, this was just the first time he came in when you made it. “Besides, you always try to give me leftovers with some shitty excuse. You know I like it, I know you like it, just admit it.”
“Sit your ass down,” you half-heartedly snapped as you grabbed the bowl from him, filling it with pasta and sauce as well. You dropped it in front of him, “There. Moocher.”
“Thanks, babe,” he gave you a shit eating grin. He waited until you sat down next to him before he mumbled a familiar prayer under his breath and started eating. How someone like him as so… devote was beyond you.
He took a bite and froze. You barely noticed until you realized he wasn’t talking with his mouth full. Again. You blinked, glancing at the food, “What? Did I do something?”
“Uh,” he cleared his throat, “nah. No. No, it’s good.” He awkwardly shifted, looking almost embarrassed. “Keep eating.”
“Bossy,” you mumbled, hesitantly moving past the odd moment.
Not even ten minutes in and he got up, excusing himself to the bathroom. You only raised an eyebrow, too used to his shit to even bother. When he came back, he looked a bit flushed. You paused, “You rat bastard.”
He froze, “What?”
“What did you just do?”
“I- Nothing. I just… I took a shit, dude. Nothing to get upset about.”
“Don’t lie to me, Adam,” you huffed, “Did you fucking jerk-”
He cut you off, “You’re food was amazing!”
You were both silent for a bit. “That’s it?”
“I just- I mean- I don’t fuckin’ know,” her huffed, running a hand through his hair, “Just thinking about you acting all domestic ‘nd shit make me…. Fuck, dude, don’t make it weird.”
You scoffed, “You made it weird, jackass.”
“You just look hot when you’re focused! And you know I have a thing for domestic shit.”
“Because you said housewives were hot? Once?”
“I fucking told you last weekend!”
“I was high on anesthesia, Adam.”
“And you were fucking adorable,” he huffed.
You flushed, grumbling, “Fuck you.”
“I would.”
Daisy - This got away from me in the end, but it fits. Reader and Adam flirt by bickering, trust. I was the bowl.
I just finished finals and I got to see my inbox bro. I love my anons. And you guys love Adam, so we're gonna see a good chunk of Adam (and some Luci) content in a bit so stay tuned!!
I kinda wanna write about Tim Drake in a 'lightly toxic' relationship that's actually sorta healthy (Mortica and Gomez vibes) inspired by this cool fic I read
They didn't really have a choice in bringing you back. Especially not when you knew they were the ninja and who knows what else. Zane stayed with you for the most part, trying to help Jay fix you up. Your systems and processing were reading at 100%, but you couldn't seem to process basic commands.
You forgot words, you couldn't balance, sometimes you could barely speak. And you still couldn't remember anything before the junk heap. You knew the memories were they, they were just... corrupted. Or locked. Just wholly inaccessible.
You stared at... something, looking distant. Zane sighed as he walked up, "Greetings, Iris. How are you?"
"Fully functional," you mumble.
Zane hummed in acknowledgment, "Do you like it?"
"What?" You finally looked up. A small corner of your vision was blurry.
"The flower," he glanced at the object, "Do you like it?"
You blinked as your processor pulled up nothing. Flower: Error
"I... A what?"
There was a long pause, then you saw that same soft look. A small part of you twisted at the pity. "A flower."
She saw him pull up multiple images in his database, the information slowly loading onto her own. She looked back at the object. Flower: Iris.
She pointed to it, "That's my name."
Zane softly laughed, "That's correct. I believe your creator named you after it."
"She was here, I swear," Kai raised his hands, "She probably went on a walk. Chill out."
"Hilarious," Cole snapped.
"No, seriously! She's fine," he huffed.
"She's not," Zane looked to the window, "Her gyroscope is still unstable."
Kai rolled his eyes, "And that means... what?"
Jay elbowed him, "It means she can't balance, airhead."
"I told you to quit calling me that!"
"Actually, you told me that."
Zane ignored them as he stepped out. He walked a bit before finding familiar footprints. He sighed before following them, already knowing that she likely got distracted again.
He saw her sitting by a patch of daisies and wildflowers. She looked up at him as if she already knew he was there, "These are your favorites."
He had grown used to her knowing more about him than he expected. Though, his favorite flower was new.
"Yes, they are," he nodded, "Do you have a favorite flower?"
She was silent for a moment.
"I like daisies, too."
Daisy - See what I did there? I'm hilarious. Anyways, I'm gonna try to finish this up in-between other fics so I keep everyone fed.
TW - Some cursing, mentions of injuries, no real romance yet so varied ages, Jason’s pet dog named Dog, and Jason is a GREEK NERD BC I AM
RICHARD GRAYSON
You meet Dick at a Wayne gala. He’s still getting used to being a ‘Wayne’. He’s more at home at a circus than he is in a suit. Then you come along, another poor victim around his age. Equally annoyed at the stuffy event and wanting to leave. When Bruce and your CAPTOR parent start talking, you’re introduced to Dick.
“It’s nice to meet you,” he chimed, finally perking up. Bruce absently patted his shoulder as a way to tell him to entertain himself while they spoke. Perfect.
He barely waited before dragging you away, looking around if anyone was listening. And let’s be honest, they were too focused on smoozing with other CEOs. He turned to you with bright eyes, “Do you wanna climb a tree?”
You blinked, “What?”
“A tree. You know, tall,” he raised his hand, gesturing wildly, “leafy, brown and green.”
You softly laughed, “Yes, I know trees. But we can’t climb them.”
“Why not?”
That made you pause, “Well… I don’t know how.”
He grabbed your hand again, dragging you to the garden outside, “I’ll teach you.”
JASON TODD
You met Jason through Dog. Yes, he named his dog Dog. Are we surprised? Anyways, he knew Dog needed socialization. At least one of them got it. Except, Dog seemed infatuated with your own dog. Any time you were at the dog park, a hidden gem that was protected by a rather kind (or kind enough) gang, Dog would run up and stick to your dog’s side. You, of course, decided to talk to Jason, the father of your dog’s best friend.
“She’s beautiful.”
He blinked, a bit confused, “What?”
“Your dog,” you added, “But what’s her name? I can’t keep calling her dog.”
He hesitated, “Oh, um. That’s… her name.”
There was a long pause, then you mumbled, “You’re serious.”
He awkwardly nodded.
You hummed, “That’s like Odysseus and the Odyssey.”
That caught his attention. And the almost hour long ramble about greek mythology caught yours.
TIM DRAKE
You met Tim in Home Economics in his school. He was a prodigy. Intelligent, proficient, straight A student. Except in anything cooking. He couldn’t understand it. It was science. He shouldn’t even have to think twice! Yet everything he made was… off. Probably because he only knows how to make coffee, and even that is black.
“You need to add more garlic,” you chimed.
He scoffed, already feeling flustered with the session, “I added two pinches already. That’s what the recipe says.”
You rolled your eyes, “You don’t listen to the recipe when it comes to garlic. Or vanilla extract.”
“Why not?” He reread the instructions, “It doesn’t say that.”
You pushed the paper down, “No duh. You gotta read the food, too. Do you think it’s good?” He hummed, trying a bit of the sauce, then grumbling something under his breath. You grinned, “What was that?”
“It does need more. Still doesn’t make sense,” he still added more garlic.
DAMIAN WAYNE
Damian is an odd ball. More focused on his studies and vigilantism than romance. I think he wouldn’t look for anything until later in life. Then he meets you, his new vet. His usual one retired, but his child was said to be just as good. He reluctantly switched, not sure how his many pets would react to the new person. Except, they loved you. A lot. He was a bit confused as to why until you explained that you’d play with the animals while they were waiting to be treated and that you even stayed with Titus until the anesthesia set in.
He hummed, giving you a scrutinizing look, “How long have you been a veterinarian?”
“Officially? Three years. I’ve worked here for about ten.”
He huffed, “Where did you go to school?”
“Same as my father,” you hummed as you looked over Titus’ teeth.
“He’s very calm.”
You smiled, “He’s well trained.”
“Of course he is. But he’s…” he glanced at Titus’ wagging tail.
“Oh, yeah, he knows me,” you shrugged, “He likes scratches behind his left ear when he’s falling asleep. Helps the anesthesia set in faster.”
He blinked, “Ah.”
Daisy - I love them so much bro. I’m gonna make this a loose series of Relationship Drabbles for these weirdos. But writing Dog so many times made me sob. Dog, the dog, did dog things. It’s not a word for me anymore. I feel insane. I'm also exhausted but too lazy to check the spelling so we're raw dogging this shit.
