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Nyx/Nyxie ☆ seventeen ☆ writing blog
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Coming out
summary: you come out as pansexual to your father, Bruce Wayne, who actually knows how to express emotion in this fic
a/n: happy pride month! Could not name a Wayne child who I could imagine straight including Bruce himself so I thought this was fitting lmao
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You hadn't felt this much like your younger self in a long time.
Like a kid unsure of how to ask their parent for something, worrried they wouldn't get the reaction they wanted.
On one side you had no idea why this felt so hard. You were far from the first person to come out in your family and all of them were happily accepted.
But on the other hand, you knew the truth. You knew that no matter who you were telling, it was something so vulnerably you that it may never feel completely easy.
There may always be that lingering doubt despite how much your father has shown support for the rest of your siblings.
But in those moments you had to trust that you could speak up. Tell the people in your life who you truly were and only feel better because of it.
Your lungs deflated a bit as you let out a final breath before walking into Bruce's office.
Weeks ago you wanted your coming out to happen naturally. Sometime where everything relaxed and you two were just along enjoying each others company. Gentle words being shared between you and then the perfect opening to tell him.
Reality hit you a bit after, reminding you just who your father was and how chaotic your family's lives were, including your own.
So here you were.
Bruce looked up right as he heard the door open. Placing on of the papers he had been staring at back down on the desk.
"Hi darling, how was school?"
You moved closer and sat down in one of his comfortable office chairs so you didn't fully exude awkwardness trying to remember how normal people stood.
"It was good. Normal really. But I uh wanted to tell you something. I know it may not mean a bunch to you but…it means something to me and I'd like to tell you."
Your fathers dark eyebrows furrowed togethers a bit as you looked at you. You could feel his detective gaze working its way through questions, wondering just what this could be about.
"Well I'm quite confident that if it means that much to you, it will mean the same amount to me."
Right. Bruce was always like that. Whenever one of his kids had a deep interest in something or a passion he'd done his best to show the same interest.
It meant a lot that his kids could be that open about those kinds of thing and there was no way he would be the one that makes them doubt their passion.
Like Dick and his acrobats. Jason with his cinema obsession. Damian with his drawing and care for animals. Tim and his fan fiction writing. (Came across a superbat one that had almost half a million notes, couldn't bring himself to read it but he also can't forget that it exists.)
So obviously, it would be the same for you.
"Well, I'm pansexual. Im sure you already know what that means but just in case, it means I'll like someone romantically no matter what their gender is."
The furrow in his eyebrows were replaced by the small creases close to his mouth. A small smile and a kind gleam in his eyes. You kept going.
"When I was younger it never really made sense to me why the other kids were so strict on just dating guys or girls and for the longest time I didn't really know why I was different or if I was doing something wrong. But to me I think people are just people and if I'm going to like someone, it's never going to be based on their gender."
Bruce waited a few moments do to anything. Making sure that there wasn't anything else you wanted to say before getting up.
His leather shoes were almost silent against the rug. Coming in front of you before placing both of his broad hands on your shoulders.
"Thank you for telling me. And you are completely normal for feeling this way. I'm happy you feel safe enough to say these things to me. You're very brave. I've told this to a handful of your siblings already, but you are free to love whoever you want without judgement from any of us and I'll always be proud of you."
Like a sudden emotional weight had been lifted off your shoulders, wet tears began to fall as you launched yourself forward. Colliding with his firm body, only feeling safer when his arms wrapped around you.
Bruce didn't care about about the tears staining his new suit. Just that another one of his kids was bravely expressing who they are.
Warm hands rubbed your back as he let you feel the relief of it all. You told him. You were accepted. And you weren't pushed aside.
"Do you want a rainbow cake to celebrate? Or should I get Alfred to make a flag specific one?"
A sudden laugh left your mouth. Bruce was hardly joking. If you wanted a striped cake, you were getting one.
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Library Meet-Cute
summary: Jason goes to the library only to find his spot taken up but someone who proves to be his type more than he though anyone could
a/n: another new series mayhaps? I don’t even know how much I like this first one so we’ll see lol
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Dickens. Shakespeare. Jane Austen of course.
For a little over twenty minutes , Jason had be roaming his way around the library. It wasn't huge but it was stuffed with as many books as they could get.
Something he greatly appreciated.
Lately he'd been expanding the genres he read but he couldn't deny he was already missing his classics.
Ending up with about three in hand before deciding to head over to his small corner spot to read before heading home.
Jason wasn't big on a routine life. Everything was too unpredictable so he left it up to fate or whatever could be controlling the people on earth like little puppets.
However, one place he could never stop visiting, was his little library. Yes, he called it his own. He was most likely the one who came in the most, plus he beat up a few drug dealers who were going to make the alley beside the shop their own meeting place.
Jason couldn't let that stand because he couldn't let the risk of the librarians or the building get destroyed.
And they were drug dealers too, right. Jason totally did it because of that, not just the books.
Anyways, here he was at almost midnight. Arm full of books, comfortable hoodie and pants on in trade of his Redhood outfit. Heading straight for…
Someone was in his spot.
Jason's brows furrowed immediately as he stepped into one of the rows, not to make his staring obvious.
Who the hell was in his spot at this time of night? Once he finally got a good look, his heart stuttered a moment.
You were cute. If not a little intense with the amount of focus that radiated from you.
Your bag beside you was littered with different pins and clip ons. Clearly well loved. He could see even a few books stuffed into them.
A bunch of study material was littered around your table. Computer open in front of you as you went back and forth between that and your notes.
You even had a baggy leather jacket stuffed beside you. Jason wasn't sure he had a type but if he did, it was you.
And because of that…he may have been lurking a bit suspiciously, not realizing how much he had been leaning out of the row to look at you.
When your eyes shifted up and immediately frowned at him, he was all too aware of how this looked.
Quickly standing up straight and clearing his throat.
"Uh- sorry. I just realized how creepy that must of looked."
"Oh no, a random man staring at me from a behind in a library at midnight isn't creepy at all."
Jason chuckled softly. Shit you were sarcastic too. Maybe he did have a type.
"Yeah…yeah. This is usually where I sit when I come here. I saw you though and well you're…"
"I'm what?" He noticed the raised eyebrow you gave him. Somewhat engaged but also annoyed someone was disrupting you.
"Hot."
Jason immediately winced. Only looking through his humility when he heard a sudden burst of laughter.
"Wow, I've never had a man be so blunt and then feel bad about it. Though I guess if you're reading Jane Austen that would teach you a thing or two."
Recovering like nothing happened, he was completely perked up, already grabbing the book to put at the top of his little pile.
"Yeah, she's a wonderful author. I re-reader her stuff a lot."
He took you gentle nod as a good sign.
"That's really nice. I read Pride and Prejudice when I was younger and I did enjoy it but I think it's something I should re-read. I know there was a few things I probably missed completely."
Mindlessly his feet brought him closer to you.
"I'd definitely recommend it."
The conversationed ended there and suddenly Jason felt like he couldn't think properly. What did he say now? Awkward silence filled the space between you. Your own eyes already glancing back to your work before realizing he was still standing there.
"You can sit if you'd like."
Silently Jason nodded and slid in the seat across from you.
"So uh- where'd you get your pins from?"
You spared a quick glance back to your bag before looking back to him. "Oh all over really. I think mostly thrift stores, I get lucky. Other times there's been specific vendors and stuff."
"You're kind of a collector then?"
"Yeah I guess I am."
Quiet yet somehow meaningful talk filled your little corner of the library. Jason felt easy to talk to. Like he didn't judge any normal person for just living their life.
He didn't speak over you and he seemed to really listen. His responses actually made sense and related back to what you had said in the first place which felt rare to hear for you lately.
"So yeah, that's what I think about the book anyways."
Jason nodded firmly. "Yeah I agree. It would have been cool to see her keep the ending just as good as the rest of the book. Something just kind of fell short and it's like it was just rushed to be done with."
You couldn't help but admire him now. His eyes a beautiful blue colour that looked strangely green in some lighting.
The little tuft of white hair in the front of his otherwise black strands. He had scars yes, but the look in his eyes seemed to bring a whole different vibe.
He was still human. That much was clear.
Jason's eyes locked onto yours now.
"I still wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything. With the staring or the uh blunt way of calling you hot. I mean you are don't get me wrong, but you're beautiful as well and- sorry I'm gonna get too cheesy if I keep talking."
That pulled another laugh out of you.
"You're sweet you know. And hot too." Jason's face warmed at the compliment, even if you were slightling making fun of him with it.
"I wouldn't mind getting your number either."
He looked up slightly startled.
"Really? I mean I was going to ask you but I really felt like I was digging my grave deeper and I-" He stopped himself from making one of those jokes.
You handed over your phone with the contact information ready to be filled in. His hands were a little shaky as he did so.
Apparently he could take over a drug ring without the slightest dent in his composure but the second it came to someone like you, he was a mess.
"Perfect. Now I'd ask for your name but I actually like Jane Austen guy better. Sounds like the perfect contact name to me."
A soft laugh left Jason's mouth.
"Yeah that's not bad is it? Its Jason, though. But you can call me whatever you like."
"Good. I'll be calling you tomorrow."
Suddenly you were up, walking away with an air of confidence. He hadn't even realized you packed your stuff up. Was he that down bad?
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“It would have been cool to see her keep the ending just as good as the rest of the book. Something just kind of fell short and it's like it was just rushed to be done with."
I recently read Pride and Prejudice for the first time (totally because of Jason) and I was SO disappointed by that ending, so reading this now cured me, felt like we were actually discussing lol
Who knew you could talk to someone about books through fan fiction? Life really is great lmao. But yeah that’s fair, when I read the book a few years ago I didn’t get into it as much as I wanted to but I do think it’s time for a re-read
Hard Days
summary: Jason helping you through one of those hard days where everything feels too hard
a/n: I don’t know what aspired me to write this but it felt close to my heart
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You thought you’d been doing better. Life had felt good, laughter came easy, and the heavy weight on your chest had gone.
Last night you and Jason were out with a few people and even that felt great.
But you knew better than anyone that when things are that good, you’re bound to fall down eventually. Like Icarus with his wax wings.
Your eyes opened to the morning light and you could feel that strange pressure in your chest.
Eyelids heavy and begging for sleep. Body just as tired, begging to never get up.
Jason’s spot in bed beside you was empty. He was probably making coffee. Or maybe he left somewhere. Unfortunately his absence only made the feeling worse.
With no particular reason, you still felt the glassy waters behind your eyes start to fall.
They gathered on your lash line, holding back like a waterfall crashing against a dam. The dam wasn’t strong enough though.
They fell without care. Ignoring your attempts to wipe them away. Your body felt heavier. It was no longer easy to keep sitting up so you let go.
Let your heavy body sink into the still warm blankets. It felt safer somehow. Like only you existed and you could do what you please.
It was strange how such dark feelings could sneak up on you. Perhaps it was because they moved like shadows.
While your eyes are taking in the more exciting and bright side of things, the shadows are slinking through the alleyways beside you, jumping out while you were staring at the clouds.
It was a good thing you had someone who fought so hard to protect people from those alleys.
You’d barely heard the creak of the door in your distracted haze. The smell of fresh tea that usually had you sitting up right in a second.
Like he could already sense the mood of the room, you heard Jason stop walking for a moment.
You had a feeling his eyes were on you. The way you had completely curled up and shut yourself out from the world.
Only a second passed before his movements began once more. Footsteps came closer. A mug was placed on your bedside table. Footsteps walked around the bed to his side.
There was a ruffled of the sheets as Jason slipped into bed beside you. Settling himself before bringing you closer without hesitation.
Your head was on his lap now, arms curled into your chest and against his thigh. He was warm. As safe and comforting as the blanket shield.
Jason only just pulled the top of the blanket aside so he could see your face.
“Good morning.”
His words weren’t rushed. Not frazzled or worried. He’d spend so many mornings and days and nights like this with you.
Learning that when you were in this state you needed stability and comfort. A constant thing that your sinking mind couldn’t deny.
He understood the feeling.
Jason had been there many times and it was because of you that he learnt how to cope as well. You both knew you weren’t alone.
Without the energy to talk back unless necessary, you didn’t reply. At least not verbally.
The small nuzzle he felt against his lower stomach and the way your hands moved out to make contact with his, was more than enough as an answer.
From the very beginning of your relationship, you and Jason always knew how to handle these moments. Before you had each other and you were alone, it all felt heavier than it needed to.
But with more than one person, with him specifically, it all felt…manageable.
Some days may have been worse than others but that was bound to happen. Neither one of you planned on leaving.
“How’s your appetite?”
Jason’s large hand rested itself against your hip over top of the blanket. Brushing against it, giving you a steady rhythm to ground yourself to.
You thought about the question for a moment. Food sounded gross right now. Too much texture and different flavours at once.
“I don’t want to eat.”
The admission felt hard to say for some reason. Speaking your mind and risking letting the rest of your feeling fall from your mouth in broken sobs.
Deep breath in.
Everything was okay. There was no judgement. You didn’t have to cry yet if you didn’t want to. Maybe later.
“Can you try some tea?”
The hand resting on your hip had come up over to your face. Gently caressing it as he waited for an answer.
Tea sounded nice. Same subtle flavour of your favourite kind, and a warmth that your heart so desperately needed.
He caught your small nod immediately and leaned over to your bedside table where he had placed it earlier, giving it time to cool off.
Jason’s steady breathing was nice. He truly did have such a grounding presence in a situation like this.
You knew he still worried. Despite not really showing it and instead showing you the side that you needed the most, Jason always worried for you.
Worried that things could spiral and maybe your mind wouldn’t let you out of your locked cage. It hadn’t happened yet. Jason would do anything in his power not to let it get that far.
But he also knew that was up to you.
Before he handed over the tea, Jason pulled you even closer. Needing you to sit up right for your tea, he let your legs curl up in his lap and your side leaning right against his abdomen and chest.
Left arm wrapped around your back, letting you melt against him. He gently titled the lip of the cup to your lips.
A few silent moments went on as went back and forth with the tea.
“You wanna talk about anything?”
Anything.
Jason always gave you a choice. What you spoke about didn’t have to be about how you were feeling, you could start talking about the weather and he’d listen like he was invested in a story book.
He knew that what you were feeling right now made your throat want to close, to forbid you from speaking the words even if you were desperate to get them out.
He heard your shaky deep breath in, both arms wrapped around you now to keep your shield intact.
“Things felt so good. I felt happy, I think. My face hurt from smiling and it was the first time I realized that pain could be a good thing. I really liked going out last night. I just…I woke up this morning and I felt like I was right back underwater, unable to get out again.”
You paused for a second. Jason didn’t interrupt.
“A part of me was okay with it. Happy that I felt so horrible. I guess I got used to the feeling and when it started shifting into happiness, I got scared. I got scared of the unknown. Is this really just in up and down roller coaster that I don’t feel tall enough to ride?”
This time it was Jason’s turn to take in that shaky deep breath. One meant to settle the chest, bursting with emotion.
“I wish I knew the answer. From the moment I came out from the Lazarus pit, I knew life would never be the same. The roller coaster felt huge. Too many twists and turns and sudden drops. But…I do know that it feels like a less scary roller coaster when I’m with you. I can clutch onto your hands as we both go down screaming our lungs up. Because I know that when we’re down, the roller coaster eventually goes back up.”
There was a moment of silence between you both. Letting the words seep into your brain. Processing it like it could change something.
Maybe it could.
It could be a reminder. Roller coasters weren’t infinite either. They eventually stopped and you could go on to the next ride.
The sun hard started shining through the curtains more. You may still have felt heavy, unfortunately words didn’t usually do a lot, it was time that pushed things forward, but you were okay.
You’d let your heavy body lay against his, closing your eyes and letting the warmth of him and the sun heal your aching heart.
Knowing that the next time Jason was feeling like this, you’d be right there reminding him of his own words.
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A New Wonder - 2
summary: you and Damian are forced to work together on a mission. Hostility is in the air when you both bring up the others fear and insecurity that you both just so happen to share
a/n: we love some interconnected angst, don’t we? Two people struggling with the same thing but instead of helping each other they just keep snapping
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It wasn't often that Damian got a chance to leave for an away mission without his whole flock of a family.
His father always claiming that it was too risky despite the amount of communication that could be accessed.
Damian refused to take no for an answer and it was apparent that his stubbornness paid off.
Or so he thought.
With his father in the Batmobile, ready to drive him because Damian was too stubborn to take the drivers test since he already knew how to drive. Claiming it was a waste of his time.
He had just finished throwing the rest of his gear in when he got into the passenger seat, and saw you sitting in the back from the front mirror.
Head whipping back to look at you, Damian was in shock.
"What. Are you doing here?"
Bruce cleared his throat a bit. Though you two were already locked in at glaring at each other.
"She'll be helping you with the mission."
Damian finally turned to his father.
"Helping? Father you said I'd be doing this mission alone. I can handle it just fine without some wonder girl."
Bruce sighed slightly.
"Damian you know it's too much of a safety risk. I know you can handle yourself, but still. Surprises happen and it's better if there is at least two people."
"Don't think I want to be here with you either little bird." You piped up. "I'm only doing this because my mother really gave me no choice."
"Tt. Of course you're the type to do anything she says, aren't you?"
Before a retort could be made Bruce's cutting voice spoke up.
"Enough. You will work together and not mess this up due to your bickering." He was starting to rethink his choices in hiring teenagers for this kind of work. He was already going grey and now he had to deal with this?
The ride to the mission spot was surprisingly quiet. Tension between you and Damian were still blazing, but it was easy to ignore.
Wide expanses that you'd never seen before interested you a lot more than he did. The high mountains, long grass, gloomy grey sky that made you feel like you were in those emotional teenage movies.
You'd hadn't watched many but the few you did had been wonderful. Very atmospheric, just like now.
You'd be staying at one of the many hideouts the justice league had, Bruce had briefly explained on the way.
When he said hideout, you were expecting something small. Something that blended in well, not giving away anything.
What you didn't expect was some weird metal looking hemisphere shape. Sure it gave nothing away, no obvious windows or outdoor training yards.
But a building like this in the middle of the woods? You weren't so sure.
Damian didn't seem to share the same feelings. He hardly seemed like he cared at all. The way he slammed the car door behind him and grabbed his gear before walking into the place told you he was still pissed.
Reasonably so, you supposed.
But there was no way you'd be dealing with him in this mood during the whole mission.
Bruce had given to a small nod, silently good luck before driving off. You let your eyes wander around the place before adjusting your bag and walking in.
Damian already had the tv hooked up to his computer. Different screens open all at once, his fingers gliding across the keyboard with ease.
Technology was still quite new to you. You had a phone and were taught the basics of it but whatever he was doing was already giving you a headache.
"Are you just going to stand there staring or do you plan on helping?"
His unamused voice rang out. Gods did his voice piss you off.
"Why are you even starting so early?"
One of his thick eyebrows quirked. "Really? I know you aren't technically from earth but you do understand time, correct? The sooner I start, the sooner I finished."
A sudden thump, and your bag was on the ground. Walking over to his little set up.
"I understand time just fine, and don't you mean we?"
"Depends how much you actually do wonder girl."
"Yeah okay little bird."
The mission was..interesting. Though you wouldn't admit it, the amount of information Damian buried up turned out to be really helpful.
It was easier to locate who you were tracking down. And even made it easier to fight since you both had so much background information.
The only problem being, well you got a huge claw mark across your thigh. It certainly wasn't narrow either but in your defence, you'd never fought anything like that!
Damian said it was some weird lab made creature to be used as a weapon. Definitely made a good weapon in your mind.
Speaking of Damian, he was pissed. The second you had both gotten things under control, you'd slumped down and he'd pulled you right back up.
Basically dragging you out like a mother who just caught their kid at a party they weren't allowed to go to you.
Back pressed against the back of the couch, your leg propped up and a towel laying underneath to catch any dripping blood.
Damian was knelt in front of you, finishing the last few pristine stitches, fury practically steaming off him. Though you could also see the worry in his scrunched up eyebrows.
"Wow, never thought you'd actually be kneeling to take care of me. See? Your shell is already breaking open little bird."
The sudden fire in his eyes made your smirk drop just a bit. You thought you'd already seen him angry but this felt different.
The room felt hotter now, though you were probably just imaging it. You hoped that at least.
Nimble fingers suddenly pulled your last stitch closed a hell of a lot tighter than the others, making your body tense and your face wince.
"What the hell was tha-"
"Get up. Now."
You weren't given a chance to respond when he was suddenly pulling you up, ignoring your obvious limp as he dragged you to the training room.
"You were weak today. You let your guard down and you got hurt because of it. That could have ruined the mission completely and we'd be forced to retreat until we could get the upper hand on them again. Stop trying to do what your mother does. Clearly you can't, you only make things worse"
It felt like you back in the hall of Justice again. Standing in front of your mothers statue with those same thoughts running through your head. Damian echoing them without even realizing.
Or maybe he did. He just wanted to push on it further.
"I'm well aware of that Damian. I've heard it from everyone including myself. But I also know that I'm not the only one who feels like this."
You stepped closer to him despite your bad leg.
"We've already had this conversation before. You want to be like your father just as much as I want to be like my mother. You train, you work hard, going above and beyond, trying to prove you're worth it. I do the same thing."
There may have been a angry look on your face but there was a touch of softeness in your voice. One that begged for someone to relate to like this.
Your statement only seemed to enrage him more.
"Don't compare you're lowly self to me. You know nothing of my life and never will. So never bother comparing yourself with me again."
All thoughts of trying to do good here for your mother vanished. Anger took over and in a second, you were charging at him.
The pain in your leg throbbed but over time you'd learned how to ignore things like that. To keep pushing forward no matter what.
You were gripping onto his shoulders now.
"Lowly?! You want to call me lowly?! You aren’t all high and mighty Damian, don’t forget that. You still experience emotion. You’re still human."
“Yes, I know that better than anyone. Therefore I don’t need someone like you to tell me.”
His hands grabbed you're forearms with a similar grip, ripping you off him and storming out of the room.
Your leg had given out immediately, leaving you on the padded mat of the training room. Staring at the open door and listening to the slam of his own upstairs.
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Accidental reveal
summary: Tim Drake accidentally reveals his identity to you, his roommate, and certainly doesn’t expect your reaction
a/n: Tim Drake needs a good emotional hug so I gave him one. Hope all the Tim lovers seen this because I quite like it and I want you guys to enjoy as well <3
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You and Tim had been roommates for almost a year now. And for people who barely interacted with each other the first month, you were actually quite close now.
When he first moved in with you, he said that he was really just trying to start something new. Tim didn't hate his old like but he seemed ready for something new and you were happy he found it.
Even more happy that he was a good guy that made rent cheaper by living with you.
You never really questioned why Bruce Wayne's son of all people would want to live in a place like this, that was simply his business.
Tim helped with chores no problem, you guys didn't fight, and began getting closer as time went one.
Game nights, movie nights, cooking dinner together, even midnight baking. It was no doubt that he was your bestfriend now. Something he reciprocated.
Tonight, Tim was actually out. Said that he was going to hang with a few friends he hadn't seen in a while.
This obviously happened before. But you couldn't help but notice every once and a while, he came him from one of these little trips looking utterly exhausted and was oddly sore when he woke up the next day.
It wasn't often enough to rouse too much suspicion. You'd play it off as dumb decisions on a night out that were typical for the college age and helped him feel better.
You'd waited a bit later for Tim just in case. A show playing quietly in the living room, you were peacefully curled up on the couch. Eye lids dropping a few times but you pushed on.
Tired eyes looked toward the clock, it was only just past eleven at night. You wouldn't have been so exhausted if you didn't have that stupid early class this morning.
A yawn left you mouth. Within minutes you had fallen asleep in the position without realizing.
Your heavy eyelids opened once more. It was darker now. The soft lamps lit seemed dimmer and the screen on the tv was asking if you were still watching.
Your arms stretched out and you let you gaze fall back to the clock. Almost two in the morning.
Letting out a gentle breath of air, you were about to get up. The sudden noise on the metal balcony catching your attention.
It wasn't a gentle noise either. Not a tree branch or the wind blowing your hanging plants against the rails.
It was a sudden this similar to the way it made your heart drop.
Had Tim gotten home yet? Did he come in while you were asleep? Should you go check before whatever was out there came in.
As quietly as you could with fear tensing up you body you slipped to the side of the couch. Bending down just behind it. Peaking just over the arm while still making sure you could duck down fast enough without being seen.
The balcony door opened. The curtains were still closed for a moment before being pulled open quietly by…Red Robin?
The shock that rushed through you was like no other. Had you still been dreaming?
Red Robin was slumped tiredly as he came in. Stretching out casually as if he owned the place and was just ready to sleep.
It was only when he pulled off the mask and revealed the mess of dark hair and blue eyes.
"Tim?!" You had shot up from behind the couch now. Looking at him incredulously, a little wild in the eyes.
The scream he let out was less than Robin like. Jumping back like he had just been burned. He had the same look of shock you did.
"I- why aren't you in bed?"
"I fell asleep on the couch! Then I wake up and suddenly here banging around on the balcony so I hid!"
He stepped forward with his arms out. Acting like he was about to sooth a wild animal. Which well…wasn't far off.
"Okay okay, let's not freak the neighbours out. Just breathe, I'll explain."
Taking his advice you made the effort to breathe in properly. Allowing him to settle you onto the couch.
"Alright. I'm just gonna put it out there now, I'm Red Robin. Former regular Robin. I'm technically retired right now which is the old life I was talking about when I first moved in. But every once in a while when they really need help, I'll pop in. I didn't think you'd even figure out because I hardly went but, clearly I was wrong."
You were silent for a moment and Tim felt a bit wary now. Earlier he debated his chances on trying to convince you that you were still asleep and just lucid dreaming or something. Unfortunately he knew the odds of convincing you of that were slim.
"Wow. That's…"
He felt like he was holding his breath now.
"That's cool. Impressive actually. I really never knew what kind of person it took to become one of those vigilante people and- it's cool knowing that it took someone like you."
"Someone like me?"
"Someone with personality like you. With interests like you. I've known you as just this awesome roommate who's just a good guy that I'm glad is living with me, you've really become my closest friend and to know that you've been out there helping people like that is just, touching."
Tim was starting to feel a bit conflicted now. Almost bad. Despite those things being true, he had still retired.
He was done being Red Robin, he wanted to experience a normal life. Sure he may still go in those rare times but it's not the same anymore. It doesn't feel the same.
Was he selfish for leaving?
Almost as if you read his mind, or he was really easy for you to read at this point, you pulled him closer into a hug.
"It's okay that you're retired. If you wanted something new then you deserve it Tim. More than anyone I know. You've already done so much for other people, you deserve to do things for you as well."
He couldn't help the hot tears from coming. The conversations he'd had with his family weren't long. He had just wanted the conversations to be over, to fall over his emotions.
But now? Now it felt good to get the reassurance he needed. He wasn't selfish for leaving. He was allowed to do this for himself. He was getting hugged for it.
You didn't care that his tears were wetting your hoodie. Only held him closer and rubbed his back gently. Eventually placing a small kiss on his forehead when he finally looked up.
"Thank you. For, for making me feel enough."
Your eyes were getting watery now.
"You were always enough Tim."
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Library Meet-Cute
summary: Jason goes to the library only to find his spot taken up but someone who proves to be his type more than he though anyone could
a/n: another new series mayhaps? I don’t even know how much I like this first one so we’ll see lol
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Dickens. Shakespeare. Jane Austen of course.
For a little over twenty minutes , Jason had be roaming his way around the library. It wasn't huge but it was stuffed with as many books as they could get.
Something he greatly appreciated.
Lately he'd been expanding the genres he read but he couldn't deny he was already missing his classics.
Ending up with about three in hand before deciding to head over to his small corner spot to read before heading home.
Jason wasn't big on a routine life. Everything was too unpredictable so he left it up to fate or whatever could be controlling the people on earth like little puppets.
However, one place he could never stop visiting, was his little library. Yes, he called it his own. He was most likely the one who came in the most, plus he beat up a few drug dealers who were going to make the alley beside the shop their own meeting place.
Jason couldn't let that stand because he couldn't let the risk of the librarians or the building get destroyed.
And they were drug dealers too, right. Jason totally did it because of that, not just the books.
Anyways, here he was at almost midnight. Arm full of books, comfortable hoodie and pants on in trade of his Redhood outfit. Heading straight for…
Someone was in his spot.
Jason's brows furrowed immediately as he stepped into one of the rows, not to make his staring obvious.
Who the hell was in his spot at this time of night? Once he finally got a good look, his heart stuttered a moment.
You were cute. If not a little intense with the amount of focus that radiated from you.
Your bag beside you was littered with different pins and clip ons. Clearly well loved. He could see even a few books stuffed into them.
A bunch of study material was littered around your table. Computer open in front of you as you went back and forth between that and your notes.
You even had a baggy leather jacket stuffed beside you. Jason wasn't sure he had a type but if he did, it was you.
And because of that…he may have been lurking a bit suspiciously, not realizing how much he had been leaning out of the row to look at you.
When your eyes shifted up and immediately frowned at him, he was all too aware of how this looked.
Quickly standing up straight and clearing his throat.
"Uh- sorry. I just realized how creepy that must of looked."
"Oh no, a random man staring at me from a behind in a library at midnight isn't creepy at all."
Jason chuckled softly. Shit you were sarcastic too. Maybe he did have a type.
"Yeah…yeah. This is usually where I sit when I come here. I saw you though and well you're…"
"I'm what?" He noticed the raised eyebrow you gave him. Somewhat engaged but also annoyed someone was disrupting you.
"Hot."
Jason immediately winced. Only looking through his humility when he heard a sudden burst of laughter.
"Wow, I've never had a man be so blunt and then feel bad about it. Though I guess if you're reading Jane Austen that would teach you a thing or two."
Recovering like nothing happened, he was completely perked up, already grabbing the book to put at the top of his little pile.
"Yeah, she's a wonderful author. I re-reader her stuff a lot."
He took you gentle nod as a good sign.
"That's really nice. I read Pride and Prejudice when I was younger and I did enjoy it but I think it's something I should re-read. I know there was a few things I probably missed completely."
Mindlessly his feet brought him closer to you.
"I'd definitely recommend it."
The conversationed ended there and suddenly Jason felt like he couldn't think properly. What did he say now? Awkward silence filled the space between you. Your own eyes already glancing back to your work before realizing he was still standing there.
"You can sit if you'd like."
Silently Jason nodded and slid in the seat across from you.
"So uh- where'd you get your pins from?"
You spared a quick glance back to your bag before looking back to him. "Oh all over really. I think mostly thrift stores, I get lucky. Other times there's been specific vendors and stuff."
"You're kind of a collector then?"
"Yeah I guess I am."
Quiet yet somehow meaningful talk filled your little corner of the library. Jason felt easy to talk to. Like he didn't judge any normal person for just living their life.
He didn't speak over you and he seemed to really listen. His responses actually made sense and related back to what you had said in the first place which felt rare to hear for you lately.
"So yeah, that's what I think about the book anyways."
Jason nodded firmly. "Yeah I agree. It would have been cool to see her keep the ending just as good as the rest of the book. Something just kind of fell short and it's like it was just rushed to be done with."
You couldn't help but admire him now. His eyes a beautiful blue colour that looked strangely green in some lighting.
The little tuft of white hair in the front of his otherwise black strands. He had scars yes, but the look in his eyes seemed to bring a whole different vibe.
He was still human. That much was clear.
Jason's eyes locked onto yours now.
"I still wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything. With the staring or the uh blunt way of calling you hot. I mean you are don't get me wrong, but you're beautiful as well and- sorry I'm gonna get too cheesy if I keep talking."
That pulled another laugh out of you.
"You're sweet you know. And hot too." Jason's face warmed at the compliment, even if you were slightling making fun of him with it.
"I wouldn't mind getting your number either."
He looked up slightly startled.
"Really? I mean I was going to ask you but I really felt like I was digging my grave deeper and I-" He stopped himself from making one of those jokes.
You handed over your phone with the contact information ready to be filled in. His hands were a little shaky as he did so.
Apparently he could take over a drug ring without the slightest dent in his composure but the second it came to someone like you, he was a mess.
"Perfect. Now I'd ask for your name but I actually like Jane Austen guy better. Sounds like the perfect contact name to me."
A soft laugh left Jason's mouth.
"Yeah that's not bad is it? Its Jason, though. But you can call me whatever you like."
"Good. I'll be calling you tomorrow."
Suddenly you were up, walking away with an air of confidence. He hadn't even realized you packed your stuff up. Was he that down bad?
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A New Wonder
summary: Wonder Woman’s daughter comes to earth for the first time and is expected to work with Damian during her time there, but both of them are immediately staring each other down with threat in their eyes
A/N: NEW SERIES! I’m actually so excited for this, already hints of angst, this is such a cool dynamic in my head. Will be a slower burn I think? I don’t know how long I’m making this series
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This was certainly new. For all your life you had spent it in Themyscira. You trained and fought. Climbed up the pedestal made by the women before you.
Just like your mother, Diana.
Unfortunately you didn't actually get to see her too much. She worked hard on earth. Bringing security to the people there, giving them hope that everything would be okay.
When she'd come home for a few weeks she'd spend hours telling you about her adventures. When you were younger you'd cozy up next to each other, her soft voice luling you to sleep with tales of her time on earth.
She talked and talked and everytime you'd be right beside her, eyes shining in wonder and awe.
To you, your mother was the perfect role model. One that you had been training all your life to be just like.
Others in your home island may still question why she would want to stay on earth. Helping those people constantly instead of staying with her own.
But you knew better.
Diana's want to make people safe and feel cared for never limited itself. If there were ever people who needed guidance or support, she'd be there as fast as she could.
Dependable, caring, resilient.
All of those words described your mother well.
Now, despite wanting to be like her, you still had your own edge.
You were a little more rough, you didn't give out warnings, dependable and resilient is what you tried to be but sometimes your emotions got the best of you.
Deep down you may have been caring but it was hidden by a layer of scepticism and paranoia.
So you were different, so what? That may be something you scold yourself for late at night when no one's there to watch your armour break.
But now? Now you were determined to be just like her.
Your mother had been packing back up, getting ready to leave back to the earth people when she brought it up.
"Would you like to come this time? I think you're ready."
The casual yet somewhat excited tone in her voice threw you off for a moment, taking a few seconds to grasp what she just asked.
Of course you were on board.
You'd raced out of her room, going to your own and started immediately packing. Diana showed up in the enterance of your room seconds later, leaning against the wood with a soft, proud smile.
And here you are now. The hall of Justice.
It was a beautifully expansive place. Huge windows, natural light shining through. Big statues and other displays that you could spend forever looking at.
You had spent a good while looking around the place before your mother brought up the fact that there was a meeting starting pretty soon.
Containing your excitement to help the Justice League and your mother, you followed her to the meeting room.
"Do they know I'm here?"
She nodded firmly. "Yes, I've told them plenty about you and how you'll be joining some of the younger hero's with their work."
You froze. No longer walking behind you. Her head turned over her shoulder when she heard the steps cease and then stopped herself.
"What's wrong?"
"What do you mean younger hero's? I thought I was going to be working with you and your team?"
Diana's gaze turned gentle on you, her hands coming up to your shoulders.
"Daughter, you are a strong and extremely brave woman. You will do wonderful with the hero's your age. And this will give you a chance to meet some different people as well."
The furrow in your eyes brows didn't let up.
"No. This means you don't think I'm good enough o help you. Do you know how hard I've been working? I can easily fight by your side."
"Darling-"
A sudden clearing of a throat had both your heads moving to the side.
When your mother told you about Superman you didn't expect the awkwardness he was exuding right now.
Hands clasped together, shoulders hunched a bit forward, eyes never making eye contact for too long until Diana started speaking.
"Sorry about that Clark."
"Oh no no, I didn't mean to intrude or anything. You must be Diana's daughter."
And with that the awkwardness was gone, a bright smile replacing it as he put his hand out to shake.
Reluctantly you took it, and though you were not small by any means, this guy was pretty huge. His hand almost covering yours completely.
You could probably still take him. You thought, eyes slightly narrowed.
Diana recognized the challenging gaze right away and pulled you away before you could challenge him to a duel or something.
"Alright we should head in."
He nodded kindly, completely oblivious, and walked in with you both.
The meeting room seems just a big as the others. A long table taking up most of the space with a presentation area set up in the back.
Clarks grin didn't drop as he greeted the two others in the room. One of them being the bat guy your mother spoke about. Apparently he was the brooding one yet cared deeply about others, though he wasn't very open emotionally according to her.
A slightly short, more toned frame stood next to him with a serious look on his face as he flipped through papers.
Judging by the symbol on his chest, this was Robin. You couldn't remember his actual name. Diana had spoken lots about the Robins and it only made it harder to keep track of them.
Your mother once again had her hands on your shoulders, this time pushing you forward to Clark and the Bat guy, his name was Bruce you were pretty sure but "bat guy" seemed to fit.
"Bruce, this is my daughter I was telling you about."
She already had a proud smile on her face. Watching as Bruce nodded slightly. Hand shakes were more of a Bruce Wayne business type thing, not so much Batman.
"I've heard lots about you. It's a pleasure to meet you. You'll be working with Damian a lot during your time here."
Bruce looked behind him where Robin was sitting, only now had he looked up when he heard his name.
Ah so this one was Damian. He was the youngest one of the former Robins, darker skin, striking green eyes that already seemed to be sizing you up.
You noticed the look in his eyes and gave him one back. If he wanted to challenge you then he'd get exactly.
Your parents each moved to you both. It was clear they had seen the looks and knew the actions that could have been started up.
Unlike earlier with Superman, this Robin kid didn't seem to have a problem squaring up to you, even had the guts to start first.
Diana and Bruce shared a look. Both of them were hoping that this was going to be a chance for you guys to become friends.
You were pretty similar in your headstrong ways but it seemed that that could be what turned you into enemies.
It wasn't long before the other members started trickling in. Each introducing themselves to you and then settling down into the meeting chairs.
The dynamics and personalities were pretty clear from the start. It was interesting to watch to say the least.
But as you kept you eyes moving around the room, one gaze was pretty consistent on you.
Damian's.
He definitely had a glare on him. One that made you blood boil, wanting to say something to confront him. In Themyscira threats were not taken lightly. If you had a problem with someone else then it would be confronted and dealt with.
But you knew just with the way your mother kept glancing at you, and the way she'd pulled you away from the other ones, it was not the same here.
You couldn't disappoint her.
The meeting came to an end eventually. You wish you could have paid more attention, if only that stupid little bird hadn't kept distracting you.
With Diana's permission, you were able to walk around the building while she spoke with the others about a few extra things.
You didn't complain, it gave you the much needed space you'd been silently begging for ever since Damian's presence began to make your skin inch.
Mindlessly wandering, you eventually stumbling upon statues. More specifically the beautifully detailed statues of your mother and her team.
She was crafted with such delicate hands, shown standing tall and proud in her Wonder Woman armour.
Never had she reminded you more of Athena.
Smart, strategic, absolutely incredible Athena.
Both two women that you admired so much were somehow in this one statue. A sudden heavy weight filled your chest. This is what you were supposed to continue. What you were born to do.
An abrupt voice came from behind you.
"You're not much like her are you?"
Your glare had immediately reappeared as you turned to him. The little Robin was back. His voice condescending, body language casual as if this was an every day conversation.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You clearly admire her. But I don't think you're like her. You're undoubtedly more impulsive and borderline aggressive from what I've noticed. Though you haven't acted on anything you seem the type to explode."
Your teeth clenched. Heavy steps moving closer to him.
"You know from what I've heard, you aren't much different."
The unmistakable flicker of sudden defiance in his eyes only confirmed your hunch.
Before much more could be done though, a hulking presence came from out of no where.
"Robin. We need to get going." The Bat certainly had a no nonsense voice.
Damian only gave you one last glare before walking off.
This was really the guy you'd have to be doing missions with?
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Morning Yoga
summary: Roy somehow wakes up early and catches you doing yoga, joins in as well after a quick make out session because he’s obsessed <3
a/n: don’t know if this is the vibe anyone wants but I thought it was cute so here you go. Also my requests are very much open so feel free to leave some!
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"Deep breath in through the lungs. Exhale, then allow your body to bend forward and release any tension you're holding onto."
There was a calming drawn out voice coming through the tv in the living room. Roy had just gotten up only to find you not in the bed.
Though he had gotten quite used to that considering he usually slept through the morning half the time and woke up without a clue of what time it was.
But apparently some universe was on his side and allowed him to walk into your morning yoga session.
Your thick mat laid out across the floor, coffee table moved to the side for now. A soft gentle music played when the instructed on the video stopped speaking.
Your eyes were closed and you were completely bent over in a forward fold.
At first Roy was simply shocked. You could hold that position there without a problem? He may have hit some…interesting poses during crime fighting but those were never voluntary.
The longer he looked the more he noticed. How slow and deep your breaths were. The gentle flutter of your eyes. Even the gentle sway you started after staying in that position for so long.
Roy noticed other things too. The soft skin of your legs, right right fit of your shorts and tank top, the way your ass-
Suddenly you were slowly drawing back up and Roy felt his breath hitch, catching your attention.
"Oh Roy, good morning. I'm surprised you're up."
"Yeah- yeah I'm surprised too but glad I did, that was a lovely view to wake up to."
Your light laughter made him smile as well, pulling you closer by the hips and leaning into kiss your lips.
Once, twice, the third time lasting longer and his arms fully snake around you and lock you in.
Finally you were able to pull away for a moment.
"Jeez you really did like the view didn't you."
"Mhm." Roy's lips were already against yours again. Having his eyes closed for these short moments had clearly brought him back to the sleepy headspace.
You allowed him to pull you to the couch in small steps. Falling into him when he leaned back himself, the kiss never breaking once.
"You should do more yoga when m'awake." Another kiss. Then a small peck. "So strong and mmph flexible. Both very attractive."
Your boyfriend had already started kissing you again. Though this time you pulled away fully, holding onto the side of his face to hold him back a bit.
"You know I still need to breath right?"
"Not that important."
"Well you can't kiss me when I'm dead, can you?"
A short pause. Roy's half asleep eyes opened a bit.
"Right. Kept breathing then. But I wanna keep kissing you."
Another laugh was pulled from you.
"Why don't you come try some yoga with me? It's the slow calming ones. The next one is basically that butterfly leg pose while you bend forward."
"The one where you put the soles of your feet together? That hurt my hips last time."
The light pout on his face almost made you laugh but you held back.
"I warned you to take it slow. It's not as easy as you'd think. You have to build up to it Roy."
You were already leading him off the couch and onto your mat beside you. Helping him into position and making sure he didn't try to force his knees down to show off to you.
"Feels okay? It should be just a little uncomfortable but not painful."
"All good sweetheart."
His sweet tone brought a smile to your face as you kissed the top of his messy hair, settling in the same position beside him.
The calm atmosphere of the room flowing through both of you. Deep breaths were soo synchronized together, like you were two halves of one hole.
After a few moments of holding the pose your eyes flickered open and looked to Roy. Immediately holding back a laugh.
Beside you, Roy was in a much looser version of the stretch, folded over and drooling on the sleeve of his hoodie. Long lashes brushing against his under eyes.
You knew it would be almost impossible to wake him up enough to get him to at least the couch if not the bed.
Instead settling to grab one of the the throw blankets and gently placing the blanket over top of him along with a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Boy was he going to be sore in the morning.
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Love and lust
summary: admiring your boyfriend some how turns into wedding talk
a/n: accidentally deleted this and thought I’d have to re-do it but thank god there was different time marks I could go back to. Also no idea where I was going with this fic but I ran with it
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It had been a while since you and Clark actually got some time to just breathe. Between both of your work schedules and well him being Superman, it wasn't easy to find time for yourselves.
Usually when that happened you found your at Clark's family farm.
It was quiet out there. You could heard the song of the birds and bugs. The gentle rusle of wind through the trees and grass. You could breath in what felt like fresh air instead of fumes from a thousand different cars during commute.
Even the sun felt brighter out here. Though that may have actually been the hardest thing about being here.
It was already late afternoon and your boyfriend had decided to take a break from chores. Laying out in the sun, completely shirtless with only and old pair of shorts on.
You had said you'd join him in a minute with some refreshments but now you were just staring at him from a few feet away. Had he always looked this good? How different was the air really here?
Beads of sweat dripping down his body from his earlier work. The pale skin of his turned golden brown already. Dark curls shining in the sun while his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.
Clark's sculpted body still look soft enough to hug and cuddle. How could he be hot and cute at the same time?
"Sweetheart?"
His voice almost made you jump out of your skin. Quickly gripping the drinks tighter and walking a few steps closer to him.
"Hi." You spoke, not wanting to say too much as your brain was rewiring itself. Placing his drink in the cup holder next him, his big hand suddenly took yours.
"You do know I could hear your heartbeat while you were staring at me right?" His tone was light and so close to laughter. He had just been waiting for the perfect moment to say it.
Your eyes had widened for a second. Shit. Sometimes it really was hard to remember he had all those abilities.
His laughter could be heard now but he didn't let you feel the embarrassment very long.
Pulling you into his lap, legs tangled with yours as your side rested against his chest.
"It's alright. If I saw you laying out in just shorts I'd probably freak out with a lot less subtlety."
A soft chuckle left your mouth.
"Yeah, I've seen that look before. You go all cartoon eyes on me."
"Mm exactly." A few kisses were placed on your head and cheeks.
Like a deep breath out you both settled into one another, eyes staring out into the bright expanse in front of you. The small lake and flowers were a beautiful sight.
The big field behind it with growing crops. Even the tired animals slowly moving around their areas.
It truly was like a little slice of heaven.
"Would you ever think about getting married here?" Clark's steady yet soft voice broke through the silence.
Your mind stuttered just as it had earlier for a moment.
"Married?"
With a sudden amount of panic then man beneath you quickly backtracked.
"I-I mean not right now or anything, like just…just maybe in the future…or something. If you want. You know I'd never want anything you didn't as well."
Gentle tracings were being made on his chest with the light touch of your finger.
"I think it would be a wonderful place to get married. I like how quiet it is. And there's lots of space. It's also a meaningful place for you and I couldn't imagine a better space for us."
Clark let out a sigh of relief and started placing quick kisses all over your face as you both laughed.
"Aww look at you two lovebirds." A sudden motherly voice rang out from the porch. Turning both of your heads you saw Clark's mother standing there with a bright smile on her face.
"While I do hate to break the to of ya up, I made some lunch and you better come eat." She turned back inside right as you gott up to follow her.
When it came to eating she was a very strict yet loving force about it.
"I'll be right behind you in a sec sweetheart." Clark smiled and you nodded.
"Alight, I'll see you in a sec."
When you disappeared back into the house Clark waited a few moments, then finally pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket.
It clicked open and Clark was grinning while he looked at the ring he had picked out aged ago.
This would be perfect.
caught
summary: you and Damian are kissing in his room and his most energetic brother decides to barge right in
a/n: very cute and cozy fic eith a bit of humour and overall non-sexual intimacy
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His hands were warm against your back. Pulling you closer whenever you tried to catch some air.
When you first started dating Damian Wayne, he wasn't big into affection. That was alright with you, especially since it was an early relationship.
But as time went on, he became slowly touchier and touchier. Until eventually he rarely had a hand off you.
Typically he'd have one around your waist, one on your thigh if you were sitting down. Twirling your hair with gently touches so he didn't mess it up.
And of course the kisses.
Damian didn't like to rush things. Especially moments that were more intimate and vulnerable between you and him.
Gentle caresses here. Softly spoken words. And his warm lips against yours. Never speeding it up, letting your lips mold together in a slow dance that felt more intimate than anything else.
It was always the type of kiss to take your breath away despite the slowness of it. Being so close to him, your face warming due to the sheer closeness of it all.
Truly one of your favourite moments in your relationship with Damian.
You had been in his room for a while now. First it was to watch a movie but as the sun started dipping and everything felt calm, the moment turned to a kiss just like that.
A blanket was around both of your hips. You sat straddled on top of him. Not even sexually, just needing to be as close as possible.
He had been kissing you for what felt like hours now and you were just now pulling back to bring air back into your lungs.
Your boyfriend's deep green eyes were clouded over with gentle desire. Nothing firey or quick. But still intense.
"Good?"
He also had a very admirable habit of checking in on you during anything like this.
Your small nod wasn't enough to assure him.
"Yes, I'm good." You placed a small peck to his lips
"You?"
"Good."
With that he was pulling you in again. The same rhythm he always kept continued. Until a sudden burst of energy came into the room.
Dick, Damian's adopted older brother came barging in, clearly had no regard for privacy because he definitely didn't knock.
He was already rambling about something you couldn't quite understand, only to freeze the second he saw you sitting together. Or rather you still on top of him.
Both of you were still rather breathless, flushed faces and hair a messed up from each others hands. It was clear wha had been going on.
After a moment of Dick's silence, an unmistakable grin spread across his face, one that said nothing good was going to come out of him seeing you too like this.
"Well well well." He was already chuckling.
"Didn't realize you had anyone over little bird. Definitely didn't realize this was what you'd been doing. Well I'm sure the others will be happy to find out."
Before you could even really sit in the embarrassment of everything, Dick booked it out of here and Damian was hot on his heels after he carefully moved you off his lap.
Though he didn't chase him any further outside of the room, only slamming the door in annoyance at his pesky brothers teasing antics.
"Sorry beloved. I should have known Dick doesn't have the brain cells to understand the concept of knocking."
A dramatic sigh left his now slightly swollen lips as he made his way back to you. Pulling you right up against him and pressing play on the movie you had been watching earlier before getting…distracted.
Yet despite the little interruption, things quickly settled down again and you were able to melt back into one another. Quietly watching the movie with a few shared whispers and touches.
Only fully relaxing when both of your eyes closed and you fell asleep in each others arms.
Best believe Dick would have come in and taken a picture of that too.
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YESSSSSS GODDD!!!!
It's like you put my dreams into words! Wtf!!😭💕
THANK YOUU. I’m so happy you liked it this much and thank you for saying this it’s so lovely!!
isn’t Damian a child? Or did they age him up in a recent comic line or something?
Damian has been aged up in certain comics, yes. I’d like to make it very clear that he’s definitely 18-20s in every fic I make. That’s just how I usually picture him when reading or writing fics because that’s all that makes sense to me.
I can put this little note next to his name on my masterlist so it’s very clear
Book shopping
summary: you go book shopping with supportive and very lovely boyfriend Kôshi Sugawara
a/n: he’d literally be the best boyfriend ever and no one could prove me wrong
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"Hey sweetheart? Just how much do you think you're going to get?"
Sugawara let out an amused chuckle as you place another book in the growing pile that he was holding for you.
"Mmm, how many are we at?"
"Looks like-"
Before your boyfriend could even finish you were already gasping and walking away as you saw a new book.
Probably another one that had been on your list for months already. One that you'd most likely buy now without much question or you wouldn't buy it for months down the line.
No, there wasn't an inbetween.
Suga had been used to this, clearly. Though he would never complain. He loved watching the gleam of excitement in your eyes. The happy smile on your face when you were giving him an explanation of a book. Even when you gave dirty looks to the books you hated.
Usually on little outings like this you'd head to a cafe or grab some boba before hand, even a small snack as well. All fueling up for the millions of walk throughs you'd do through this place.
Just earlier you too had stopped at a new place you'd never been. It was a bright and full of flowers. You'd made sure Suga got lots of pictures, including him in a few selfies.
"This one's on my want to read list. The cover is so pretty, look!"
Suga smiled brightly.
"Just as pretty as you are huh?"
You couldn't help but chuckle at him. "You're so corny sometimes, you know?"
"You love it."
He stepped forward and pulled his free arm around your waist, kissing your cheek. Laughing lightly at the immediate yet gentle heat to your cheeks.
"Anywhere else you want to go after this sweetheart?"
He adored the way your brows furrowed in concentration. Thinking about where you had already been today and what you were in the mood for next.
"I wouldn't mind heading home after. I'm really excited to start reading these books. Oh we can set up a bunch of blankets in the living room and make snacks!"
Another kiss was placed on your other cheek and then a small one on your lips.
"Sounds perfect."
Close to an hour later that's exactly where you were. Both you and Suga had grabbed all of the comfortable blankets in the house and made what was practically a nest on the couch.
His arm was wrapped around you waist, keeping you tucked in close to him. One large hand caressing the side of your thigh while the other held a manga he was reading through.
Much to your dismay every once in a while he'd have to take his hand away to flip the page. Never taking too long because he knew you loved his touch and obviously he liked having his hands against you anyways.
It was nice. The soft and calm atmosphere surrounding you both. The soft tweets of the birds outside and the occasional flip of a page. You really couldn't ask for someone better.
Ping.
Both of your heads turned over to Kôshi's phone that had just alerted him of a message.
"Who's it from?" You asked curiously. Head already leaning closer against his shoulder as you tried to get a better look.
"Volleyball group chat."
The second Suga opened the text he snorted in disbelief and amusement.
"Those knuckleheads."
When the phone was finally turned towards you, you could see what he was talking about.
A picture from Tanaka of you looking through books and Suga already carrying a pile while he stood just behind you with a the softest grin.
Underneath it was Tanaka's text, "HAH! Look! Our boys whipped!!"
You only laughed.
"I mean he isn't wrong."
Below that was a bunch of texts from the others in laughing agreement.
"Maybe, but I'm where I want to be."
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taglist: @wowbyselene
caught
summary: you and Damian are kissing in his room and his most energetic brother decides to barge right in
a/n: very cute and cozy fic eith a bit of humour and overall non-sexual intimacy
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His hands were warm against your back. Pulling you closer whenever you tried to catch some air.
When you first started dating Damian Wayne, he wasn't big into affection. That was alright with you, especially since it was an early relationship.
But as time went on, he became slowly touchier and touchier. Until eventually he rarely had a hand off you.
Typically he'd have one around your waist, one on your thigh if you were sitting down. Twirling your hair with gently touches so he didn't mess it up.
And of course the kisses.
Damian didn't like to rush things. Especially moments that were more intimate and vulnerable between you and him.
Gentle caresses here. Softly spoken words. And his warm lips against yours. Never speeding it up, letting your lips mold together in a slow dance that felt more intimate than anything else.
It was always the type of kiss to take your breath away despite the slowness of it. Being so close to him, your face warming due to the sheer closeness of it all.
Truly one of your favourite moments in your relationship with Damian.
You had been in his room for a while now. First it was to watch a movie but as the sun started dipping and everything felt calm, the moment turned to a kiss just like that.
A blanket was around both of your hips. You sat straddled on top of him. Not even sexually, just needing to be as close as possible.
He had been kissing you for what felt like hours now and you were just now pulling back to bring air back into your lungs.
Your boyfriend's deep green eyes were clouded over with gentle desire. Nothing firey or quick. But still intense.
"Good?"
He also had a very admirable habit of checking in on you during anything like this.
Your small nod wasn't enough to assure him.
"Yes, I'm good." You placed a small peck to his lips
"You?"
"Good."
With that he was pulling you in again. The same rhythm he always kept continued. Until a sudden burst of energy came into the room.
Dick, Damian's adopted older brother came barging in, clearly had no regard for privacy because he definitely didn't knock.
He was already rambling about something you couldn't quite understand, only to freeze the second he saw you sitting together. Or rather you still on top of him.
Both of you were still rather breathless, flushed faces and hair a messed up from each others hands. It was clear wha had been going on.
After a moment of Dick's silence, an unmistakable grin spread across his face, one that said nothing good was going to come out of him seeing you too like this.
"Well well well." He was already chuckling.
"Didn't realize you had anyone over little bird. Definitely didn't realize this was what you'd been doing. Well I'm sure the others will be happy to find out."
Before you could even really sit in the embarrassment of everything, Dick booked it out of here and Damian was hot on his heels after he carefully moved you off his lap.
Though he didn't chase him any further outside of the room, only slamming the door in annoyance at his pesky brothers teasing antics.
"Sorry beloved. I should have known Dick doesn't have the brain cells to understand the concept of knocking."
A dramatic sigh left his now slightly swollen lips as he made his way back to you. Pulling you right up against him and pressing play on the movie you had been watching earlier before getting…distracted.
Yet despite the little interruption, things quickly settled down again and you were able to melt back into one another. Quietly watching the movie with a few shared whispers and touches.
Only fully relaxing when both of your eyes closed and you fell asleep in each others arms.
Best believe Dick would have come in and taken a picture of that too.
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Is it dead?
clark kent x gothamite!reader
summary: you find Metropolis’s very own Superman bleeding out in a Gotham alleyway and kick him to make sure he’s not dead (read first image)
a/n: guys I think this is one of my best fics. It’s so cute and funny. Turns out that mini break helped lol
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Of course it started raining right now. You had just gotten off work and although it had been cloudy all day in Gotham, you were hoping to get home before the rain started.
But as most people living in Gotham know, lucky is hardly on your side.
The clouds were a dark grey and the whole sky was already dark. Only faulty lamp posts lighting your way through foggy streets so the rain wasn't really helping you out.
Now, living in Gotham allowed you to pick up on a few survival skills. One being, when you heard groans of pain or serious voices coming from an alley, get the hell away from there.
Maybe it was cruel because someone could be hurt and in need of help but there was no saying of what could be hiding in the dark behind them.
So when you did hear the muffled groan and then silence? You were going to walk right past and block that out. If only you hadn't caught a glimpse of him.
The guy wasn't in full view and the rain was making it hard as well, but one thing you couldn't deny?
The blue and red suit.
Superman was known to stop in Gotham very very rarely. It was definitely a space very opposite of Metropolis. So when he did it was usually for a quick stop or something extremely important.
You only just peaked into the alleyway to confirm it was him.
His muffled groans had stopped already and he wasn't moving anymore. Was he alive? Could Superman even die? You had too many of random vigilantes in Gotham to keep tabs on so you didn't really bother with the others.
With a sigh you decided to ignore the logical part of your brain and slowly stepped closer to him. Keeping your gaze trained on him and everywhere else around you just in case. It was still Gotham.
"Superman?"
Your voice came out unintentionally quiet.
Still no response.
A few steps closer. You were right behind his laid out body. His back to you. Peaking over you could see the blood and tares on his suit. His eyes were closed.
Holy shit was Superman really dead?
After a few more seconds of slightly panicked staring…you kicked him.
It probably didn't feel like much to a literal alien with what you knew to be an extremely high pain tolerance.
Just a quick clean kick right to his back.
He suddenly groaned and you quickly jumped back.
Should you run off? Would he smite you or something? Can't just leave him here though, can you?
"You know…never been kicked by a civilian before."
His voice was deep and gravely. Clearly pained as he rolled over onto his back. Groaning slightly when he finally pulled himself into a sitting position.
"I was seeing if you were dead."
An amused and slightly surprised chuckle fell from his lips.
"Nah I'm still kicking. Thank you."
Your eye brow raised for a second as you looked at the clearly exhausted kryptonian.
"You're thanking me for kicking you like you were a dead bug?"
"I'm thanking you…for caring. Not everyone would check on me. Even outside of Gotham."
"Yeah don't give me too much credit. I was going to before I saw the suit."
Superman nodded solemnly. A weird part of you wanted to feel bad for saying it. His determination to always do good had a way of making others want to as well.
"So. I mean now that I know you aren't dead or anything, why were you even here?"
"I was just visiting someone. But apparently being who I am tends to draw attention."
You stepped forward a bit and crouched down. Fingers tracing the edge of his cape.
"Really? Being a huge guy wearing a bright blue suit with bright red underwear and a cape, flying across the sky brings you attention? I'm shocked. Truly."
A small tired grin made its way onto his face. "Me too."
You weren't as guard anymore. Eyes a little less worried and scrutinizing.
"Thought you were supposed to heal really fast or whatever?"
He winced at a sudden pain when he tried to move. Without thinking you placed your hands on his shoulders, immediately stopping him. Silently assuring him that it was okay to just stay there for a bit.
Even in Gothams darkest nights, his big blue eyes shown like no other. So very bright and full of love and care.
"Usually it's much faster yes. But I get my energy from the sun. And…clearly she doesn't really show up her much so my bodies having a hard time."
"…so you like…photosynthesis?" It was hard to hold back your stifled giggles.
The large kryptonian looked dumbfounded for a moment as he stared at you. Registering very slowly what you just said.
"I…oh gosh I do."
The second he said that you were full on cackling now.
Without you noticing (too busy laughing your ass off) his gaze turned tender and soft.
Your laugh was nice. The way your skin crinkled by your eyes and mouth. The bright smile and the absolutely angelic tone of your laughter.
Despite his earlier pain and worries. Your laughter felt like it had lifted something in him. Reminding him why he fought for people just like you.
He wanted people to be happy. Wanted them to be hopeful. Most of all he wanted those good feelings to infect everyone.
Soon enough, your laughs died down and you wiped a few tears from laughing so hard. Making eye contact with him again.
"Well Superman, I'm glad we found that out because that's hilarious. Now we should probably get your sad puppy looking ass out of here huh?"
His brows furrowed. Only proving your point further. With his big expressfull eyes, wet curls that laid against his forehead, that stupid little curl in the front still there somehow.
Even the way his bottom lip jutted out just slightly and his shoulders hunched forward to make himself seem smaller.
Really the epitome of sad wet puppy.
He decided not to comment on it. "I'm not sure I'm in great enough condition to fly."
You shrugged like you didn't even plan on that in the first place. Which you really didn't.
"Yeah my place isn't far, it's fine. You can chill there if you want."
"That's…very kind of you." There he goes again with those stupidly kind eyes, only making you roll yours. It wasn't fair how sweet he was.
"Yeah yeah I'm great, let's go big guy. Can you stand?"
He nodded slightly and pulled himself up. Groaning the second he did. You didn't hesitate to move under his arm. Looping it around your shoulders to give him some support.
Getting past those last few stairs, you were able to open your apartment door and help him in. In no time, having him laid out across your couch.
"Good?"
He sighed out.
"Good. Thank you again."
You nodded and left the room. Coming back just minutes later eith a heat lamp. His eyes were closed while you set it up. Only opening when he could seeing the bright light thorough his eyelids.
"…is that a heat lamp?"
"Yeah. It's not the sun but close enough."
Clark didn't have the guts to tell you that the reason the Sun on this Earth helped him was not because of the heat and instead was the solar radiation which heat lamps didn't give off.
Only giving you an appreciative smile as you turned toward the kitchen. He could admit the heat felt nice compared to the rainy outdoors they had just been in.
"You drink tea Superman?"
"I do."
His eyes watched your quiet movements. Grabbing tea packets from a small cabinet and bringing out two mugs while a kettle heated up on the stove.
Only ten minutes later were you both sat on the couch, sipping your tea from random mugs you had collected over the years.
"I guess I have somewhere to go whenever I get hurt in Gotham now dont I?"
"Thought you'd have Batman for that?"
"The caretaker scares me sometimes." He was talking about Alfred. There had been a few times where Alfred was a little too intense. Even his medic skills were freakishly good. Very different from his Ma patching him up with gentle shushes.
Though that didn't stop her from giving the occasional pinch when he moved to much.
"Wow. Big guy who can lift buildings is scared of a caretaker. You know you really are full of surprises?"
He hummed softly and took another sip of tea.
"Metropolis better know I saved their favourite superhero from bleeding out in an Gotham alleyway."
"I'll make sure that your efforts are well recognized there."
Hii, so sorry for the lack of posting lately. I’ve been really busy with school stuff and haven’t been all that motivated.
Also, does anyone want to be added to any taglists? I’m thinking of just having a general one for DC, Haikyu, and any specific character ones.
Just comment whatever one you want to be added to :)
