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𑣲 making out with stephanie brown
not sure this counts as smut?? but very explicit (mdni)
steph held you tightly against her, keeping you as close as possible while her tongue slid against yours. you sat on her lap, cheeks burning, her lipgloss smeared all over your face and her hands very intently exploring your body, bottle of wine long forgotten on the living room table. it wasn’t really an exceptional occurrence, a few glasses in and you suddenly couldn’t keep your hands off each other, that’s how it always went, but she’d never mention any of it to you the next day, as if nothing had happened at all, or as if it was a completely regular activity to be doing with your best friend.
she kissed you hard, getting sloppier as the minutes went by. you were both long out of breath but you just couldn’t keep away from each other, every once in a while parting for just a few seconds, panting against each other’s lips, before diving back in.
your hips occasionally rocked against hers and she groped your ass to keep you pressed closer to her, despite the layers of fabric between you two. you moaned into her mouth and she let out a pleased hum at your reaction. you were desperate for more friction, wishing there were no clothes keeping you apart. it was all you’d been thinking about for the last few minutes, to be able to feel her skin to skin, finally ridding of all garments to have her clit rubbing against yours and her folds sliding in between your own. just the thought made that knot you were feeling deep in your core tighten, heat pooling low in your belly, but that would be weird, she was still your friend.
you arched your back in an attempt to get a better angle, hoping to get off from this alone, but a sigh of pleasure left your lips as you felt steph’s chest pressing harder against yours. you loved the feeling of her boobs on yours, and, as your arms tightened around her neck to keep her even closer, you were once again hoping you’d just ditch the clothes.
steph’s hand moved up your waist and immediately snaked underneath your shirt, as if she’d just read your mind. her warm fingers slowly traveled up your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their way, before they landed on your breast. she squeezed once and you bit her lip in response, before quickly separating from her to finally remove your top, and the look she gave you once she could finally see you properly did nothing to help the aching sensation on your clit.
she hesitated a moment before grabbing your tits in her hands, squeezing and kneading the plush skin, experimentally flicking your nipples with her thumbs, but as much as you loved her hands felt on you, you were desperate for something else. suddenly feeling bold, your hands moved to pull at the neckline of her tank top to finally free her boobs and your mouth practically watered, the sight alone once again sending that familiar tingling sensation to your core. she wasn’t wearing a bra, she usually didn’t, leaving you a better access in this occasion.
you loved stephanie’s boobs. you’d seen them before, not necessarily in a sexual context, she just didn’t mind being topless or changing clothes in front of you, but you’d never allowed yourself to actually look, since you weren’t a creep, and now that you finally had them in front of you all you wanted to do was bury your face between them and stay there forever. you squeezed them together using both of your hands, while steph expectantly watched the mesmerized look you were giving her, and you finally allowed yourself to dive into them, getting just a taste of the feeling of your best friends tits pressed against your face before sliding your tongue to her nipple, swirling around it just once to then suck on it. you’d do this for your own pleasure only, but the pretty sound you heard escaping from steph’s lips made the experience much more fulfilling. you spent a few more seconds latched onto her before letting go with a wet ‘pop’ and kissing your way back up to her lips, resuming the heated kiss you were sharing.
your chest pressed against hers once again, this once with no clothing barrier between the two of you. your breasts were squeezed flat against hers, and the feeling of her nipples sliding with yours with every heave of your chests, now wet from your own saliva, was so much better than whatever you’d imagined before. you felt like a perv for wishing you could ride those boobs, getting wetter only by the mental image of those peaks dragging on your clit with every grind of your hips on her chest, but maybe it was stephanie’s fault for starting this in the first place. you were just hoping she’d stop playing with you someday.
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✎⠀⠀pairing ⦂ damian wayne x reader l 2.1k words.
࿐ synposis ⦂ when damian wayne quietly dismantles himself trying to be the person he thinks you want. you find yourself drifting from a stranger wearing his face until the real him finally returns for answers.
꒰꒰ involving contents ⦂ reader x platonic!jason todd, wayne manor setting, established relationship, emotional miscommunication and withdrawal, mild angst, fear of abandonment, soft solution at the end.
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the very thing about damian wayne was that he never tried to be anything other than exactly what he was. that was one out of a million, in regards to what you had loved most about him... though, past tense felt wrong. you weren't sure when you had started thinking in past tense.
back then, it was a small notice, that you almost missed it three weeks ago.
you had been sitting across from him in the manor's sitting room, venting. the little details didn't matter now... but, it was something about a friend group falling out, the usual social wreck of being a teen, just like him. damian had been listening with his arms crossed and his jaw crushed, tight, like it was the only way for your words to come through.
...and then you said something... something you hadn't even meant in the slightest as an offhand throwaway, in the moment... 'bout how sometimes you wished he'd just agree with you instead of immediately trying to argue a counterargument.
you soon moved on, changed the talking subject and forgot about it by the time alfred came in, with tea.
well, damian hadn't forgotten.
the first sign came unannounced. thrown at you as something for you to rationalise... quite in between, damian stopped pushing back.
you spoke your casual comments at dinner, in the manor. his whole family was there, a different kind of chaos in itself. you trailed on to share with the table, about a documentary you both watched, together. you had gotten a detail wrong, knowing you had even as you said it... your mouth spilling out before your brain could catch up.
you waited for that favoured voice. for damian to correct you before you could even finish your sentence. just a simple, that's factually inaccurate, the study you're likely referencing shows the exact opposite, in his insufferable delivery. after months of dating, you got used to it; his way of soundlessly saying, I'm paying attention to everything you say.
now, you couldn't even bring yourself to react, when all he did was nod, once, like you were... right?! you stared him down shockingly, and he kept his gaze to his plate.
dick, seated two chairs down, had glanced between the two of you like he knew something... you left it at that, by choosing to not say anything, but carry on with dinner.
again, it happened, four days later.
you and damian were in the manor library, focused on completing homework, in either conversation or the comfortable silence you'd built together over the better part of a year. his knee was pressed to yours. his annotated copies were open on the table in front of him but he was yet to turn a page.
you brought something up. a plan for the weekend... something small, like a farmer's market in the city you'd been wanting to drag him to. in order for that to happen, damian needed to tolerate crowds and enthusiasm, neither of which were his strong suits.
"that sounds fine," he said. you lowered your pencil.
fine. damian wayne didn't say fine. damian wayne would have said, that's a forty minute drive for something we could visit locally or I fail to see the appeal or... on his better days, if you want to go, we'll go, tenderly choosing you over his judgement.
fine was a nothing word, one he used when he didn't care enough to have an opinion.
"alright," you dragged the word out, suspicious.
"Is there a problem?"
"no." you snatched your pencil back up. "... no problem at all."
after that, you had no clue what changed and why it felt so wrong to be around him in that instant, you simply found yourself reading the same paragraph over and over without absorbing any of it.
by the end of the second week, you knew something was definitely wrong. he was agreeable to every little thing you said or did, leaving his challenging nature behind.
he was doing everything for you, like you weren't capable; which the real damian would have never treated you anything lesser. he was asking your opinion on every little thing, like he wasn't capable of thinking on his own... laughing at things that weren't quite funny enough to earn it, and so on.
he looked like himself from a distance, but felt, up close, like a two dimensional photograph.
... and the worst part was that you had no idea what you meant. when you tried to pin down the feeling, it melted, 'cause with example, he was being a good boyfriend. so attentive, and doing everything you told him to do, without questioning, like a mindless minion.
and yet you found yourself, without really deciding to, spending less time in the rooms he was in.
you spoke to yourself, saying it wasn't intentional. you had homework. you had a call with your mother. you were tired. each reason was true enough to go by.
jason todd noticed before anyone said anything.
he caught you in the kitchen on a wednesday, pouring out a drink you didn't particularly need.
"you and damian have a fight, no?" he asked.
"no." you amended.
"huh." he looked unconvinced. "he's been weird."
"damian's always weird, there's no one like him."
"different weird." jason took a sip of his freshly made drink. "like... trying weird. you know better than anyone, how he gets when he's trying to prove something?"
you always knew, really well, matter of fact. you'd seen it in his training, in his interactions with bruce, in his determination to come out ahead. your relentless, grinding, pride-driven boy was just so...
"I don't know what he'd be trying to prove to me," you said.
"sure," jason gave you a long, hard look. "I want you to know I'm not getting involved,"
"great," you said. "I so believe you right now..."
"but just to let you know... whatever he's doing, he's doing it because he's scared. which is a new experience for him, so he's handling it with all the grace you'd expect."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"you sure you didn't say anything, a few weeks ago. I wasn't there, but I'm trying to piece it together with what dick told me. but damian took it seriously and now he's..." jason paused, choosing his words. "... overcorrecting."
"I didn't ask him to change."
"I know that. my brother doesn't." he ended with, pushing off the counter to leave alone with your thoughts. "I'm not involved..."
the drift was now impossible to ignore by day sixteen.
you ate dinner in the kitchen instead of with his family twice. you shut down his offer, when damian appeared at the library's door. you answered his texts, one-worded.
...and, well the newly, sanded down damian had accepted each of your draw backs with patience... so unlike him it made your chest hurt.
the real damian would have said something by now; would have shown up at whatever room you were in and planted himself in front of you, demanding to know what was happening between you. he would have been so annoying about it, that he couldn't even go on with his day, without knowing if what you had was okay... oh, the real him would have been too much.
you really missed his version of too much.
damian seeked you out on a sunday, finally.
you were in your room... gradually a gifted room at the manor somewhere around the six-month mark of your relationship... and you were sat cross-legged on the bed with your headphones on, flipping through the sketch book he left behind.
all that historically meaning I am unavailable in every language spoken in the wayne manor. he knocked away…
you pulled one side of the headphones off. "yeah?"
opening the door, he stood in the frame. in civilian clothes, his hair was slightly disheveled for you to notice he had been in the training room. but most of all, he was glaring at you with an expression you hadn't seen in two weeks… very, very tired and frustrated.
"I need you to tell me what I've done," he said.
the real version of him with its demand was back… the refusal to approach anything sideways.
you set the sketchbook aside. "you haven't done anything."
"you’ve really proved that to be false, these past days." he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "you've been avoiding me for over two weeks. I've attempted every approach I can think of and each one..." he stopped, brows frowning. "you keep retreating. and I can't..." another stop, too much emotion within for him. "I need to understand what I've done wrong."
"I said you haven't done anything wrong."
"then why does it feel like I'm losing you?"
the question landed hard in its vulnerability. then somewhere inside you finally found words. "because I don't know who I'm losing," you said. "that's the problem. I don't recognize you right now."
he went very rigid. "... explain."
"you've been ..." you struggled for it. "you've been agreeable, dami. you nodded when I said something wrong at dinner. you called my farmer's market plan fine. you've been laughing at things that aren't funny and you keep... you keep asking my opinion on things you'd normally just decide and then do, 'cause that's who you are, and I don't..." your voice cracked slightly on the last word, but you pressed forward through it. "I don't want that. I never asked for that."
his face moved. "you said you wanted me to agree with you more. several weeks ago. you said..."
"I said it once when I was frustrated and I didn't mean it as a permanent character flaw," your words came faster now. "I was venting. I say things when I vent, damian, and I didn't need you to go away and restructure yourself based on one thing i said in the heat of the moment. I need you to be… I need you to be you. the actual you. who argues with me and corrects me when I'm wrong and has opinions that can’t be changed and sometimes makes me want to throw something because you're so frustratingly certain about everything…"
"so you’re telling me," he began, "that you've been pulling away from me because I was attempting to accommodate you."
"well, the person I was trying to accommodate looked wrong, so maybe," you said. "I didn't know why it felt wrong, I just knew it did, and then jason said…"
"jason," damian repeated, his expression shifted and that's when you knew a promised a future conversation with his brother was about to happen.
"don't. he helped." you tucked your knees up. "dami. I don't want you to be less of what you are. I want… " you struggled. "I started dating you because you're the most infuriating and genuinely yourself person I've ever met. you've never performed anything. you don't know how to perform anything. that's…" your voice went soft. "that's rare. do you understand how rare that is?"
"I only…" damian started. "I was concerned that I was…" his lips twisted, thinking. "you’re the only person outside of this family whose opinion of me I have been consistently unable to stay indifferent to. I thought…"
"you thought I wanted you softer."
"I thought I was too much," he said, making your chest ache.
"you're never too much," you replied. "you're just, exactly the right amount of too much."
"that doesn't even make sense."
"there you are…"
damian padded across the room and sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that your knee kissed against his hip.
"I shouldn’t have assumed based on incomplete information. It was… " a brief, visible struggle for the right word. "… foolish."
"It was really unlike you," you agreed.
"I was… scared," was clearly not a word that came naturally from him. "I didn't want to lose you."
"I know." you reached over and took his hand. he allowed it, these small casual claims. "but if I were to ever leave, I'll tell you directly. I'm not a drift-away person."
"you were drifting."
"I was confused. there's a difference." you leaned sideways until your shoulder found his. "and now I'm not."
silence… and then, "the farmer's market plan was objectively never going to work out."
"I know."
"forty three minutes of driving for something that…"
"damian."
"… that could be found in an area, near the manor..."
"damian." you tilted your head to look at him. he was looking back, admiring what he had. "thank you."
he didn't ask what for, he just understood. "don't mention it," his thumb traced once across your knuckles, absentminded.
"next time," he whispered, "tell me sooner."
"next time," you corrected, "don't try to be someone you're not."
"agreed," damian answered to you, and it sounded nothing like fine, but like himself.
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tough skin. pt2
adult toph beifong x earthbender!reader warnings: 18+ angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, fluff summary: toph took her job as your trainer very seriously, but when she pushed you to the brink, you realized you had finally had enough.
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it had been days since you and toph last spoke. days since you last put your foot down and ended things for good.
toph, as stubborn as always, thought it was just another one of your “moods” where you would be upset with her, grow distant, and then you two would come back to each other like nothing happened. but as the days grew longer and quieter, toph missed you.
𑣲 letting stephanie brown cut your bangs
"i still don't think this is your greatest idea."
you're sure you've never been this nervous before, your heart might just beat its way out of your chest, and you don't even know if it's because of the beautiful girl straddling your lap or what you're letting her do to you.
from how close she is to your face, she can definitely see the faint blush adorning your cheeks all thanks to her, maybe even feel the heat radiating off of them. she can probably hear the loud thumping of your heart against your chest, too, if she pays enough attention. notice the way your teeth cling to your lower lip in nervousness and how your tongue peeks out every once in a while to wet them too.
but, luckily for you, she isn't. she's too focused on the task she's assigned herself. even if she wasn't, if she took just one second to look away from the front pieces of your hair and to your face instead, she might just think that you're feeling anxious over letting her make decisions about your appearance —a probably much more valid reason—, and not because of the warmth of her fingers as she very gently holds your face into place with her hand, how carefully they comb through the strands of your hair that she's been trying to separate, how cute the concentrated look on her face is while she does so, and that fluttery sensation you keep feeling deep in your belly, so consistent that it's become uncomfortable a while ago.
the moment you told her you were feeling bored with your look, she jumped at the opportunity to help you, too excited to do whatever she wanted to you (at least in her mind, you were not giving her that much freedom), but you still cannot understand why she insisted so much on having to sit on your lap while doing so. now you're feeling too awkward, her proximity is making you feel dizzy already and you don't know what to do with your hands, that could very easily be holding her by her waist, her hips, her thighs, maybe even pull her closer to you.
"what, do you not trust me?" steph asks you while moving the piece of her she's been holding in her hair to the side to finally meet your eyes again. you feel like dying once your gaze locks on hers.
"i don't trust your hairdressing skills." you mumble in your best attempt to sound normal, but you already know the colour of your cheeks must be betraying you.
steph looks at you for one second and chuckles to herself, thinking you look adorable with that worried look on your face. "come on, i'm actually good. i cut my own bangs all the time!"
you're not sure that's reason enough to trust her, but before you can protest you feel her leaning into your face and freeze on the spot. you think the way your entire body reacts to the one small kiss she gives you is probably embarrassing, but she only finds it endearing.
"i promise it'll be worth it. you'll look even prettier than you do now, and if you don't think think you do i'll have to make it up to you."
she winks at you and, for a moment, you really wish you don't.
𝜗ৎ non wally fic heyy
my requests are staring at me from my drafts like starved children 😔
blind to love
sokka x reader (gn!reader [fem. leaning]) [getting together, mild crack, fluff, jealousy, confessions, first kiss] summary: you and sokka are both very affectionate people, and there isn't anything wrong with that. a conversation with aang shifts your perspective, and for some reason, you think avoiding sokka will do wonders for your relationship. spoiler alert: it doesn't. warnings: probably some fem!terms, jealousy, mild arguments, reader avoiding sokka, tame sexual joke(s), maybe ooc (i haven't written for avatar in a LONG while), reader is fucking stupid, oblivious reader, misunderstandings, maybe spelling errors, second person word count: 7.6k (yo..flip that around....) note: i've always been a sokka girl.. HE'S SO BAD i haven't watched the movie i'm waiting for actual release but oughhh ignore any canon inconsistencies because of that i wrote this in likeee one day i love him i am working on my other fics i swear ALSO i will take requests for avatar...... just make sure to check over the rules okay enjoy baiii
Yours and Sokka’s relationship was platonic.
in twos ఌ︎.
grace ashcroft x fem!reader.
tags -> not proofread, minor swearing, fluff fluff fluff!!, reader is a little shorter than grace, no spoilers !!
a/n -> i apologise this is ass, i’m sosososo tired from school it’s actually pissing me off so badd, we also need more grace love like hello that’s literally my baby. my requests also might be a little slow due to school but they will be done ! promise 😋 (title loosely based off ‘in twos’ by esha tewari .. 😛😛)
time dragged on, it seemed like grace was working more often than not. she’d be tired when she’d come home, and if she had an early day? she’d keep working from home till she fell asleep at her laptop.
you’d tell her to take breaks, take naps but she wouldn’t listen, give you an ‘i’m okay’ and keep her eyes glued to her laptop’s screen. and even though her habits may have annoyed you a little bit, you could never actually be mad at her.
as of right now, you were sat beside her on your bed, filing your nails whilst grace was focused on whatever assignment she got given on her laptop. but your attention wasn’t on your nails, not really. your eyes drifted to her more often than not. her hair fell into her face, glasses slid down the bridge of her nose.
your face pulled into a frown and you set the filer down onto the bedside table. you moved closer to her, shoulder brushing hers. “when are you done?” you ask quietly, glancing at the writing on her screen.
“ten, no maybe fifteen minutes.” she replied, eyes locked on her writing. your frown deepens, “you said that fifteen minutes ago.” you mutter, eyes looking over her side profile. “actually, you’ve been saying that for an hour.”
“i know, i know, but i swear im nearly done i just have to-“ grace cuts herself off when you close her laptop shut with a click and pick it up from her lap, placing it beside the lamp and filer on the bedside table. “hey!”
you shake your head and turn back towards her. “you need a break. and it’s like whenever your working my words go in through one ear and exit through the other straight away.” you scold, grabbing her hands. you pull her up so she’s sat upright instead of leaning against the headboard. “what you need, pretty girl, is to learn how to relax.”
grace frowns but squeezes your hands a little, “i know how to relax, im just .. busy?.” she says, her gaze drifting to one of your bedroom walls decorated with shelves and polaroid pictures. mostly pictures of the two of you together.
“be unbusy then.” you reply, “i don’t think that’s a word-“. “shush and let’s do something fun, yeah?” you grin, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
now an hour later, you were both in the kitchen, making muffins. well, attempting to make muffins. there was flour everywhere and a failed batch put to the side. the chocolate muffins you managed to make sat in the oven whilst the two of you giggled about something dumb.
your finger grazes her cheekbone as you wiped some of the remaining flour off her face, the light of the cooker hood casting a soft, warm glow across your faces’.
“you’re so shit at baking.” you giggle, taking her (also flour covered) glasses off, placing it on the countertop. you get a smile out of grace and she swats your hands away, “am not!”
“you so are!” you snort and wrap your arms around her neck, grinning up at her. “remind me to never ask you to do this again. you might burn my apartment down.”
she hugs you back, “you’re mean.” she whines, leaning down to press her forehead against yours.
“yeah? you gonna do something about it?” you tease, your grin turning into a small smirk. grace bites her cheek at your comment and turns a faint shade of pink. “i- no.? i mean i don’t mind- mind it?.” she stutters, her cheeks growing pinker.
your snort again and pull her down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “you’re such a dork, ashcroft.” you smile and press another soft and longer kiss to her lips. graces hands stay pressed against your sides gently, bringing you a little closer.
though the moment ended when the oven’s timer went off and beeping filled the kitchen. you reluctantly pull away and hear a whine leave grace. you crouch down in front of the oven and look through the tiny window. you glance up at grace, “it looks kinda ass,” a grin spreads across your lips once more, “d’you think it’ll taste like ass too?” you giggle and look back at the muffins.
“hey it can’t be that bad. plus you’re the one who put them in the tray so technically, it’s your fault if they taste like ‘ass’.” she replies, getting a plate for the muffins.
୨ৎ.
the muffin wrappers were left abandoned on the plate. safe to say they didn’t taste like ass. you and grace are them in less then ten minutes, the movie you picked barely made it past the intro before the pastries were gone.
now you had one leg swung over hers, your head against her chest as your eyes were fixed on the bright tv screen. her hand ran through your hair gently, the other resting on your lower back. her work laptop was long forgotten, all she could think about right now was you and how comfortable you were.
after a while grace let out a yawn and her grip tightened around you. you smile and lift your head to look at her. “you tired baby?” you ask quietly, brushing your nose against hers. she shakes her head. “no. well kinda, but i like just being with you. quietly, it’s.. nice.”
“you can sleep, grace. i’ll stay here.” you mutter, lips brushing hers again. grace sighs and closes her eyes, pecking your lips, then nose before letting her head fall back on the pillows. “okay.” she whispers.
you turn the volume down and place the remote on the other side of the bed, placing your head back down against her chest. the steady rhythm of her heart was comforting.
“i love you.” she mutters, her hand massaging your scalp once more. you hum in response and place your hand on her side. “i love you back.” you mutter.
I'm seriously considering writing for grace ashgroft OHMYGOOOOSH she is so precious and prettyyyy — YOU'VE MADE MY POOR HEART ACHE WITH THIS ENDEARING AND LOVELY PIECE, MOOT ㅤ♡ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤ♡ㅤ
oh my gosh thankyou ?? 🥹🥹🥹
patching the wounds of girlfriend!zoe thompson ˚.✦
"Heyyyy," she taps on your window, armor still on except from the helmet, you can already see her split lip even if she's pressing her lips together in a smirk. "I know I'm late I got caught up in a fight..."
You open the window, letting her into your room right before crossing your arms.
"Yeah, I can see that. What the fuck, Zoe?"
You notice the tiny hitch in her movement, the way her right arm stays a little too close to her ribs. The tech jacket hums faintly, its plates shifting and knitting themselves back together in real time, but the blood on her lip is still fresh.
Zoe lands lightly on your floor. She tries for the usual half-smirk, but the split in her lower lip pulls and she winces instead.
"Relax, babe," she says, voice a little thick. "It’s not even that bad. Jacket's already fixing itself."
"Yeah, the jacket," you cut her off, stepping closer. Your hand gently catches her chin, tilting her face toward the light so you can see the damage better. The cut on her lip is ugly, still oozing. "Not the girl inside it."
YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD
requested | by anon
summary | wally notices something about your smile that makes him frown
cw | fem! reader
He'd only meant to step away for a few seconds. Just to refill your glass of water, but then he'd gotten sidetracked by Donna, and a few seconds turned into minutes. By the time he's sliding back onto the couch next to you, arm sliding to rest around the back of your shoulders, your smile has dimmed.
The smile Wally loves more than anything was nowhere to be seen as you sat across from Garth, listening to the Atlantean's tales of what he's been up to over the past few months.
Sure, as soon as Wally sidles up to you, that pretty smile's returned, if a little smaller than he's used to.
꒰ Damian decided to pay Jason a visit & notice how his body got softer after getting a girlfriend! ꒱
Damian didn’t usually visit his brothers of his own free will. Most of the time, he only stopped by the apartment to grab a quick snack or pick up some accessory that might be useful to him.
But, surprisingly, on that day—on that perfect day—he had decided to be an inconvenience to Todd, simply because he had nothing better to do.
You were in the kitchen, finishing plating the dessert that would accompany one of your movie nights with Jason.
Used to your boyfriend’s entrances and exits through the window and balcony, you didn’t startle when you heard one of them being opened, continuing to hum absentmindedly.
It was only when you turned to wash your hands that you remembered a small detail—Jason was in the shower.
The humming slowly died in your throat.
You dried your hands calmly—much calmer than you actually felt—and turned your head toward the living room, just enough to peek through the doorway.
And there he was, sitting on the couch like he owned the place, legs crossed as he ate popcorn. He chewed slowly, eyes focused on the turned-off television, as if he were waiting for something to start.
He stopped the moment he noticed you.
You stopped the moment you noticed him.
For a long second, neither of you moved.
His green eyes narrowed slightly, calculating, suspicious. “…You are not Todd.”
You blinked once.
“No…” you answered slowly. “And you are definitely not Jay either.”
Jason appeared in the hallway, hair dripping, but already wearing sweatpants. “You started it without me? I told ya I wanted to watch the opening too—”
He stopped mid-sentence, falling silent, his mouth parting in shock—maybe at the scene? At your calmness with the intruder? Or at the intruder’s sheer audacity?
“Just what I needed,” Jason growled, voice sharp with irritation. “Why the hell are you in my apartment?”
Damian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, chewing calmly. He simply shrugged—after all, how was he supposed to explain that he had only come to check if he was still alive? It had been a whole month since he last saw him. But he wasn’t worried!
“That’s mine—Damian, you should be at home. Your home.” Jason sighed, running a hand down his face. “Get off my couch. And stop eating my food.”
Damian ignored him completely. He leaned further back into the cushions, posture relaxed in a way that made Jason’s eye twitch. Then his gaze shifted slowly toward Jason.
“You look… fuller. Softer,” the younger one commented, his gaze drifting briefly toward you, who watched the argument in silence, before quickly returning to his brother.
Damian tilted his head to the side, as if evaluating a painting.
“Have you reduced your training frequency,” he continued, his voice strangely neutral, not teasing, just observational, “or simply increased your intake of nutritionally void food?”
“Did you just call me fat?”
“…No,” he replied, but then paused to think for a few seconds. “Did I? I merely commented on your body fat—“
Jason crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.
“…Whatever,” he continued, tone quieter now, more thoughtful than before. “You no longer smell like cheap takeout grease and smoke. That is an improvement.”
“…That would be because he finally eats real food now,” you cut in, smiling, proud of your contribution to your boyfriend’s health.
Jason shot you a look over his shoulder, a little wounded that you had indirectly agreed with the little demon.
Damian reached out to grab more popcorn, but Jason slapped his hand away.
“Stop. Eating. My. Food. Okay. Great. Family bonding moment over.” Jason clapped his hands once, sharp and final. “You’ve seen me. Now out. Door. Window. Vent. I don’t care. Pick one.”
Damian’s attention snapped back to you, still ignoring his brother. He straightened slightly where he sat, gaze narrowing with renewed interest.
“You prepare the food?” he asked.
You nodded once. “Most of it.” You smiled. “Do you want to try the dessert?”
“…Dessert?” he repeated.
“I made chocolate cake,” you added casually. “With ganache.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed again. “…Homemade?” he asked.
“Yes.”
You disappeared into the kitchen before your boyfriend could protest.
Jason took a deep breath and dropped onto the couch, far too tired to argue any further. When the younger one opened his mouth to speak, he cut him off immediately.
“Not one more question,” Jason muttered. “Eat in silence.”
him ♡
Could you maybe possibly maybe write a jealous!violet x reader fic where reader unintentionally makes Vi jelly by getting a little too close with Louis or one of the other kids at ericsons. I think she’d have an avoidant attachment style, especially when she gets jealous. So reader will be waiting outside Vi’s door or giving Violet small gifts she made, gently apologizing before Violet lets her in and reader showers her with love and kisses. Maybe a little bit of possessive Violet if you’re comfortable writing that! <3
haven’t written in a while i might be a bit rusty 😔 but it’s here !! 🩷🩷🩷
i miss you, ‘m sorry!
jealous!violet x fem!reader , platonic!louis x fem!reader
tags -> not proofread, maybe ooc violet (?? i haven’t played twdg in a while 😔) desperate!reader ☺️, hurt/comfort, angst + fluff 🤗
“hello? d’you fall asleep with your eyes open or something?” you’re greeted by louis’ teasing tone and grin, his hand waving in front of your face. you blink and swallow, tearing your gaze away from violet and onto him.
“w-what?” you ask, wincing at how dry your throat suddenly felt. “i was talking to you.” he says matter of factly. “were you listening?”
you give him an awkward, almost guilty smile and shake your head, “could you tell me again?” louis rolls his eyes playfully and takes a deep breath. “well as i was saying..”
you payed attention to about the first few seconds of his rant before your eyes went back to violet across the courtyard.
she was sat with tenn at one of the benches, glancing over his drawing as he, probably, explained it to her. violet let a small smile slip through at something he’d said, but then her gaze drifts away from the paper, up to you.
you try smiling back at her, but the small curved line that spreads across your lips could only be considered a sad excuse of a smile. even at your attempt though, violets lips turned down just as quickly as it had turned up and she looked back down, asking tenn something to seem occupied.
“okay dude, what’s your problem?” louis voice, yet again, snaps you out of your mind. “you look.. sad. and i’m literally talking about aasim eating shit on the way back from hunting. not literal shit, cuz y’know he fell-“
“d’you think vi’s mad at me?” you interrupt him, biting your cheek. louis pauses and frowns, “is that the reason you weren’t listening-“ he cuts himself short when he sees your expression and looks over his shoulder to where violet’s sat.
“i don’t think she could get mad at you, even if she wanted to. why? did you get into a fight?” you shake your head, crossing your arms. “no. well, at least i don’t think so.”
“have you tried talking to her?” he asks. you give him a deadpan expression and roll your eyes. “obviously i have. she either just brushes me off or just.. ignores me completely.” you mutter, fingers tapping as haunt your bicep as you cross your arms.
“yikes, sounds like trouble in paradise.” he teases. you let out a groan and punch him in the shoulder. “i hate you.”
he grins, “no you don’t, you loooove me. but seriously, maybe go talk to her later tonight? in one of your dorms? she can’t exactly run.” he suggests. you sigh and throw your head back. “hey, she’s not mad at you, trust me.” he reassures.
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your knuckles tap against her door, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you wait for her to answer the door. you swallow back the lump in your throats that’s been building up over the week. what did you do? why is she ignoring you out of nowhere?
the door creaks open after what feels like forever. you force on a smile and straighten up. “hi, can,” you clear your throat. “can i come in.?” you ask quietly.
violets grip around the door tightens slightly and she looks to the floor. “i don’t think that’s a good idea.” she mutters.
your smile falls a little and you take a breath. “c’mon, please.? i.. i’m sorry. i don’t know what i did. i don’t want you to be upset with me. tell me what i did please. i won’t do it again. please, vi, i miss you.” you say, voice wavering just a little.
violet looks back up at you, “hey it doesn’t matter, okay? we’re fine.” you shake your head. “but we’re not. you’ve been avoiding me for.. forever. i’ve tried talking to you and you just seem.. disinterested. is that it? do you not.. like me anymore? because if you don’t just tell me-“ your voice cracks slightly.
“what.? no i do- it’s.. you seem pretty occupied with louis. thought id give the two of you some space. didn’t know people shared their partners.” she says, her tone bitter.
your eyes turn glossy, and you shake your head again. you take a step closer to her. “vi, no! god, nono. i don’t.. i want you, not him! don’t ever think otherwise, i wouldn’t like.. string you along if i didn’t like you. i swear.” you blurt out, taking another step closer to her.
violet finally lets you in. she grabs your wrist and pulls you into her dorm. she closes the door behind you. “you swear?” you nod desperately and cup her face gently.
“i swear. i promise. please just stop ignoring me.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to her nose. “ ‘m sorry. i’m sorry.” you repeat over and over.
violet finally cracks a small smile and she grabs your wrists gently. “we’re okay. we’re fine, okay? ‘m sorry for worrying you.” she whispers, pecking your lips. you let go of her face and hug her, wrapping your arms around her neck and her arms around your waist.
after a few minutes, you break the silence. “i didn’t know you could get jealous.” you tease quietly. violet rolls her eyes and kisses your temple. “haha.” she responds sarcastically. “thought you were just mad at me.”
“i could never be mad at you.” she mutters, holding you a little tighter.
moonlight (requested!) talia al ghul x wife!reader
mentions: 1k event, wlw, fluff, i love talia al ghul
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tonight felt softer, quieter— which was rare, considering your affiliation with the league. more specifically, your marriage to their heir
the balcony doors were open as the faint hum of the city from below was heard. you just stood there, wrapped in one of talia’s silk robes and watching the skyline blur into the horizon. the night felt still, and it felt right “you’re awake later than usual” a voice was heard from behind you. it was a voice you could recognize from anywhere— smooth, controlled but with something warm that was only reserved for you, only you you turned around, smiling faintly from the sight of your wife. “couldn’t sleep” you admitted, watching talia fully step into the room. the combat gear she’d always wear was off, dressed in something casual and comfortable “you should have called for me” she spoke, crossing the room towards you. and that made you raise an eyebrow. “you were working” “and you are my priority.” no hesitation or dramatics to her immediate answer, just a fact. because it was— you were, are, and will forever be her priority. you huffed quietly before commenting. “you say that like its obvious.”
“it is” she stopped in front of you, her hand coming up to gently brush a loose strand of hair from your face— the same hands that had killed and were stained with blood somehow had the space to be gentle
“you forget” talia murmured, her eyes going up to meet yours. “i chose you.” her hand now cupped the side of your face before her voice softened. “and i’d choose you again, in every lifetime” your smile softened, instinctively leaning more onto her touch with your gaze warm on hers. you had no idea the things talia would do for you just to see that smile of yours forever and ever slowly, you leaned in for a kiss. it was soft, warm, just like your gaze. and talia did not hesitate— she met you halfway, one hand still cradling your face with the other sliding at your waist, pulling you closer. something soft like your lips should feel foreign to someone like her, and that’s what made her addicted
when both of you slowly pulled back, your forehead rested against hers as her thumb brushed lightly along your cheek. due to the close proximity, you saw how talia’s eyes— under the gentle, soft gaze that she’d always give you— looked tired “you look tired” “i am” "then sleep” “not without you” then, she slowly pulled her head back and slid her hand from your face to your hand, curling her fingers in between yours. “come” she said, and you didn’t argue. instead, you allowed her to lead you to your shared bed and once you laid down, talia pulled you closer with one arm going back around your waist. the gesture was deliberate and firm, almost protective. you let yourself melt into her, laying your face in her chest as you felt her other hand gently run her fingers through your hair this was what talia needed-- coming back home after a long day to embrace her wife, to put the walls of expectations down and just be her around you. and soon, she kissed the top of your head before settling in and giving in to the sleep, with you in her arms to the world, she was the daughter of the demon’s head. to you, she was yours-- for as long as she'll live
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(a/n: i want to get pregnant by her)
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