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kat-got-lost · 3 years

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grocery shopping and cooking with punz

find the ask right here :D

i made this a headcanon + drabble type thing since i didn’t see a specification on what type of format was preferred

warnings// none

genre: fluff

punz x gn!reader

(A/N: i don’t have the best grip on Punz’s personality and persona so im sorry if there are any inaccuracies :] )

- you wanted to surprise Punz today

- both of you had been extremely busy, leading to a lack of time spent together and the food you guys ate consisting of mostly fast food and take-out

- because you had both been so busy and stressed you thought it’d be a good idea to make a date out of cooking, you get to spend time with your wonderful boyfriend and you also get a break for the normal take-out you’d been having

- opening the fridge you’d realized that you were completely out of food

- well, not completely, you were just out of food that you could make a decent meal out of

-realizing it was only around 4pm and most of the super markets were still open, you thought it’d be fun to add shopping onto your little impromptu date night with Punz

you walked up to your boyfriend’s recording room, softly knocked on the door and opened the door. “hey sweetheart” you called out, softly smiling at the very sleepy Punz who was still at his desk. he hummed and looked up, “oh hey babydoll” he turned towards you and opened his arms, motioning for you to sit in his lap. you sat in his lap and buried your face in his neck. he chuckles and runs his hands through your hair. “hi darling, whaddya come in here for?” you hum into his neck and mumble out “wanted to ask if you wanna go to the supermarket with me, we’ve both been really busy so i thought it’d be nice to have a little date nd a break from the normal take-out” Punz’s heart melted at your sweet actions, at the same time he felt a little bit guilty, he was especially busy with streams and what not this week and didn’t wanna make you feel like he was ignoring you. he smiles and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “that sounds wonderful love, give me a second to change and we can go, yeah?” you nod and press a kiss to his jaw as we gets up.

-i feel like Punz would be the type of person to always have his hand on your thigh while driving, even if you’re the one who’s driving he always has to have his hand on your thigh

- as soon as you guys get out of the car he’s holding your hand, he feels bad for being so busy and not paying as much attention to you that he makes sure to give you as much affection as he can right now to make up for it

-you both walk around the store, catching up on what you’ve each been working on these past couple days and giggling when one of you went on a happy rant about the good parts of your projects

-he totally hugs you from behind when you’re stopped at an isle trying to decide what type of milk you wanna buy or something

- kisses, lots of kisses, on the cheek, on the top of your head (or on your shoulder/back if you happen to be taller!!)

after around an hour of grocery shopping you guys head back home, you both put away some of the groceries, change into something more comfy and wash your hands. (remember hygiene is important babes!!!) Punz brings down a small bluetooth speaker and starts playing songs from the playlist you made with him. he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “mm, missed you so much baby” you smile and lean into his chest, “missed you too darling” he buries his face into your neck and mumbles an “im sorry that i haven’t been able to pay much attention to you, love you so so much, don’t wanna make you feel like i don’t care” your heart warms at his sweet words and you turn around to peck his lips. “love you so much too sweetheart, it’s okay, we’ve both been busy nd im also sorry for not being able to be around you as much.” he smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead “it’s alright, what matters is we’re able to be together now, so lets just enjoy it”

-he’d do love it if you teach him how to cook your favorite dish, especially if it’s a dish from your culture

-would love to hear you rant and explain the different spices nd sauces and how they affect the taste

-on the other hand, if you aren’t the best with cooking he’d be glad to take over, he seems like a very good chef, except i feel like he’d make silly mistakes

-“why isn’t the toaster oven working :[“ “love it’s not plugged in” “oh- p sh i knew tha t”

-after you guys cook and eat, he’d probably pull you to the bedroom and cuddle while some the tv played in the back, he’d cuddle you and run rub circles on your waist until he hears snores

-”goodnight baby, love you so much, sleep well” he kisses your temple and softly smiles as your soft snores and the tv start to lull him to sleep

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #punz x reader #headcanonhours #drabbledays #head empty #only domestic punz #holy shit it's 2am im so tired this made me so soft #mcyt fluff #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #headcanons #drabble #punz mcyt

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pbandjesse · 4 years

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I am back at home! So glad to be in my own space even if I do miss Jess already. We had a good day. It was like a sleepy day. We just had a thrifting weekend and it was good.

I had a hard night. I couldnt fall asleep. And had a lot of anxiety. I texted with James but it still took a while to fall asleep for real. But I did sleep okay and woke up at 7 because I heard Jess awake. But I fell back asleep for a while.

When I got up for real Jess was getting dressed. And so I got ready too. Felt really cute today.

We ordered breakfast from Sabrina's. Which is the restaurant we went to after I graduated from college. So it was nice to learn it still existed.

We walked over there (with a 711 pit stop for drinks) after we ordered and it was a lot more humid than I was expecting. But it was okay. Our food was ready and it was heavy! I got french toast and she got avocado toast. And we both got potatoes.

We got back to her place and had a nice breakfast. Made a plan. I thought I would leave around 4 but I ended up leaving around 2 because I was very tired. But we had a fun day!

After we ate we went to go get the car. Found someone was trying to park behind me and having a lot of trouble. So I called out to wait, that we were leaving. And she was like! I didnt hit your car! And I was like I wouldnt have been mad if you did! And we had a nice laugh before we drove away.

We drove over to this wild thrift store. Jess says that sometimes is also a flea market but today was just a thrift store. Its in an old church and its one of those junky thirft stores that is just. Jam packed with stuff. Its everywhere. Its everything. Its a little dirty. There are cats walking around. Taxidermy and lamps just chilling. I had such a good time. Its one of my favorite types of stores to spend time in. We didnt buy anything. And if it wasnt so hot in there I would have wanted to spend more time. But I had a really good time.

And we found a cute little end table in the alley so we took that to the car and I am excited because its going to be my new sewing machine table.

Next we walked down the street to go to the circle thrift. This store front, if I'm remembering correctly, used to be the anarchist book store. Where they had free stuff. But now it was just a really good thrift store. I got a cute little leather backpack (Jess tried to remind me that I was supposed to be getting rid of bags. but were just going to ignore that) and some fabric and a top. I was in a good mood. I had a fun time.

We decided to go to the fancy donut place that opened up across the street from my old apartment. But we had a lot of issues. First we got there and we saw a sign that said we had to order online. Okay cool. So we go back to the car and order on my phone. And it says the 4 donuts wouldnt be ready for almost 45 minutes? What? So in the mean time we moved the car to their parking lot (we didnt realize it had one so we were around the block), and tried to let them know we were here because thats what the sign said.

We went to wait in the car and saw a huge family (of like 8) come up and they ordered there! In person! And got their donuts right away! I was so mad! So Jess went back up to ask about our order and she was like. Yeah its still going to be a while. What?? It was the weirdest thing. Thankfully we got our donuts soon after that but man. That was very obnoxious,

We went back to her apartment (stopped for coffee for Jess) and had our donuts. I got a guava and a brown sugar. Jess got a strawberry lavender, which I also got for James. I cut my donuts in half so I just had one donut. The guava was super good. I would for sure get both again.

But soon after that I was just. Ready to be home. I was tired. And honestly worried that if I stayed longer I would just be exhausted and its a long drive.

So Jess helped me pack everything up (including the sewing machine shes giving me) and got to the car to go home.

I had a nice drive honestly. I listened to music. Tried to just stay awake. I saw some near miss accidents. And we were stopped on the highway a few times for seemingly no reason. But it was overall a very nice drive and I got home just at 4pm.

As I parked I saw there was a bookcase in the alley. And I texted James and he laughed at me but said its wobbly. But he came out to help me bring stuff in.

His friend Gabe was there, they had played frisbee. And he helped bring in the sewing machine while James brought in the nightstand. And I convinced him to bring up the bookcase after a little bit of back and forth. And honestly its great. Its a little broken down and the paint is a mess but its a great size and it feels so solid. I am very pleased.

Gabe left not long after they brought in that. And I had James to myself. I unpacked and we ordered sushi and dumplings. He took a shower and I worked on reorganizing the studio to fit the two new pieces of furniture. I am really happy with how it looks and now all my sewing stuff has better places to be.

I spent time putting things away after I showed James the things I got. And we had a nice dinner. I played animal crossing while he had his trivia with his friends. There are fireworks on sunday nights now and so I enjoyed playing with that and it was just a lot of fun.

I made my outfits for the week. Took a shower. And now I am laying in the studio just enjoying being home. I am really tired though and very excited to sleep.

Its supposed to rain all week. So we will see how camp goes. I hope well, even if its wet. I hope you all have a good night and continue to stay safe. Goodnight everyone.

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disabled-queen-hc-blog · 5 years

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Insomniac Bri?

People think Insomnia is never feeling tired. Never feeling sleepy. Being able to stay awake all day and all night without ever feeling the need to rest.

They’re all wrong.

Brian let out a long and guttural groan when the alarm clock went off. His eyelids slowly pried themselves apart, squinting at the morning sun.

Was it morning already?

He stayed under his covers for a few minutes, reluctant to move or start his day. He was angry. He had spent another night tossing and turning the hours away, barely getting an hour of sleep in the process. The fourth night in a row, actually.

He felt a bubbling of ire well up in his stomach. Why was he struck down with such a stupid disorder? Why was he the one who had to fight every single night for a pathetic sleep? Why did he have to beg his brain to just go to sleep?

Brian rubbed his face with his hands, not ready to go about his day. That was the worst thing. I didn’t matter how tired you were. The world kept going and you were expected to keep up.

Every morning he forced himself into an icy shower, hoping it’d shock away some weariness. Next was to make a boiling pot of coffee. He’d drink a mugs worth before putting the rest in a thermos. While most rock stars sipped on alcohol discreetly throughout the day, he sipped on the most bitter, blackest coffee he could find. Anything to send some jolts of consciousness to him.

This was all a routine to him by now. After months of struggling, he found ways to cope, but they weren’t healthy.

And that all came to a culmination that day when Brian actually fell asleep, standing up, guitar in hand during a recording session.

One minute his hands were flying up and down the neck of the guitar, picking away at the strings and the next, his head drooped down, eyes rolled shut.

The other members were dumbfounded. They knew he was tired and having issues with sleep, but they hadn’t realized it was that bad.

They also had no idea what to do. Should they wake him? He seemed so tired. But sleeping while standing seemed like a obvious health hazard.

So they all began to quietly call his name, as to not scare him. Eventually, Brian’s eyes fluttered open, looked around and immediately watered up.

He stumbled, blubbering out, “I-I had just gotten to sleep! I was sleeping!” Brian was so desperate for sleep, he didn’t even care if he’d done it mid-session or upright. He just wanted to fucking sleep.

John took over from there. He lead Brian over to a couch and sat down besides him.

“You aren’t sleeping at all, are you?” he asked, voice hushed. Brian just shook his head in answer

“Have you gone to a doctor, then?”

“No. I heard there’s no cure for this. You have to deal with it until it goes away,” or until you die.

John shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. “That isn’t true, Bri. You know, I struggle with insomnia from time to time. I can’t say it’s as bad as yours, but it can be a real pain in the ass,” he laughed a little, continuing, “The doctors, well, they can’t give you a magic pill, but they can give you loads of tricks to sleep. I didn’t believe it all at first, but they worked,”

John gave Brian’s back a solid pat. “Just give it a try, okay? You’re scaring us,” he added, eyes crinkling in a smile that was more sad than not.

Brian looked down into his lap, hands twiddling with one another. He guessed he’d try. Couldn’t kill him to do it. Especially for Deacy. Nobody could tolerate when the youngest worried.

“Fine,” he said, as enthusiastically as a man with only 5 hours of sleep this week could muster.

Brian held the list in his hands, going over it for the 6th time. He wanted to follow the doctor’s orders to the letter.

He knew it’d take a week or so for things to fall into place, but he didn’t let that bother him. A goodnight’s rest was all he craved.

So, he had a light snack before bed. No caffeine past 4pm. He drew himself a warm bath and relaxed in it for half an hour. He did some reading for a while before it was time to crawl into bed.

He had his curtains closed. The room was a comfortable temperature for him. He turned on the white noise maker he’d just bought and he settled himself under the blankets.

He closed his eyes and...

Well, it wasn’t perfect. It was the first night, after all. But 3 hours compared to 15 minutes was significant to him.

With some trial and error, by the end of the month, he was sleeping nearly 6 hours every night.

He’d have to remember to thank Deacy. Later, though. It was time for him to sleep.

#brian #insomnia #insomniac!brian #Anonymous

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itoshit · 3 years

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Putting you softly by my side while grimacing at the very bad stitches Senju did, I stood up with difficulty. I knew she was probably around here and I needed to ask her questions.

Opening the door quietly I spotted her at the very end of the corridor looking through the window.

'Senju? Can I talk to you?'

'You shouldn't walk with that injuries of yours you know?'

'Who are you? I mean, I know your name and your family strings with Takeomi. But what were you doing there?'

'You really want to know?'

'If I'm asking?'

'Some people sent me here to help you out. I know them personally but I cannot give you their names, at least not now.'

'How did you know that I was in Osaka, at that restaurant? The plans changed only minutes before the meeting'

'I infiltrated La Costra Nostra few weeks ago knowing you would come. I didn't know you would all meet up at their place per say, but since I was tailing them, I was stuck by their side. When one of Dante's men came up to me and asked me to send a Manjiro Sano upstairs I realised the plans had changed.'

That was tangible. Nevertheless, my mind was trying to connect the dots between her and the people she said knowing. Who were they? Why did they want to save me? How did they even know my whereabouts? So many questions but so little answers.

'Could you explain what happened between you all before my interruption?'

'Yeah I can. But I need to sit down a bit. Should we go to the bar downstairs?'

'That's a bit messy but what I understood was that the Yamaguchi-gumi and La Costra Nostra are in contact and associates. The Yakuzas knowing I would come asked the Italians to kill me but they were already thinking of dropping their alliance with them. Long story short some morals are stronger than others but Dante tested me back then. He probably wanted to see if Bonten's leader had broad shoulders. That way he not only respected their mafia's laws but assured that I was a worthy allie, killing two birds with one stone.'

'That's logical. So what now, you think they aren't hunting you ?'

'I don't think so. Which means that Bonten probably got a new alliance.'

'I see. Well then, you think you can come back to Tokyo?'

Scoffing at her dumb question I quickly answered.

'Of course. I'm not dead nor severely injured and-'

'I beg to differ. You are severely injured 'Jir- Manjiro. You lost a good amount of blood. You need to rest, take the bed and-'

'Vee is already sleeping, I won't disturb her'

'What is she to you? The girl isn't injured, she looks pretty fine while you are wounded'

'She's...'

But who were you to me? You weren't just an acquaintance nor a fling anymore. It was more than that but I couldn't tell.

'Her and I have a difficult relationship. But I made her worried and she didn't close her eyes for hours. Give the girl some rest would ya? Off subject, thank you. You saved me. But don't expect anything else from me. I've my credit card on me so come, I'm going to book you a room.'

'But we already-'

'I'll stay with Vee. After paying for your bedroom I'm gonna check trains tickets. We're leaving tomorrow. For tonight, we will proceed like that'

Exhausted and staggering in the hallway I had to hold onto the wall to make sure I wouldn't fall. Senju's bedroom was downstairs and the tickets were taken. Tomorrow at 4pm. It was only 1pm but I needed to lay down a bit.

Opening the door slowly I tiptoed and after discarding my clothes on the floor I quickly brushed my teeth with the stuff you brought with you.

Sliding into the empty spot beside you, I pecked your cheek and let my head rest on the comfortable pillow. My life was a big mess, always has been. But at least now, I had you.

Sanzu didn't mention Natalie, I hope he didn't drug her during my absence.

Closing my eyes, I felt sleep washing over me. Maybe you were right at the end, your presence did ease my soul.

-Mikey

Goodnight love, I wish you a good night/day 💓

Wait what is your timezone even? You know mine but I've never asked yours!!

Mikey’s bandages were clearly hurting him. Every shift of his body made his breath hitch. A twist and he’d grunt, eyebrows furrowed and face pinched in agony. It had woken me up, and upon noticing the reason for my interrupted sleep, I was tempted to knock him upside the head. I told him to let me change them.

After maneuvering in the dark so that a bit of light shone on Mikey, exposing his injuries (though that wasn’t necessarily hard), I find a spot of untouched skin and use it to anchor my body as I stir him awake. Mikey. Mikey, get up.

His lips pull into the cutest pout, grumbling at me to let him sleep. Any other time, I’d comply. He sleeps so little already, but I couldn’t let him suffer like this. Not when I suffer by extent too.

C’mon, get up.

It takes him a few more shakes and a pinch to get him lucid. What’s wrong, Vee?

I need to rewrap your bandages, I whisper to him, rubbing my eyes. I could feel the sleepiness leaving my body the longer I stayed up and I was ready to go downstairs with a handful of pots and pans and wake Senju’s ass up too. Especially since it was her fault we couldn’t get a full night’s rest.

I shuffle out of the room to go get the stuff I had brought during our mall trip the other day and when I come back Mikey’s sitting up against the headboard with his eyes closed, trying to sneak some sleep back in. I laugh. Before, you couldn’t get him to sleep if you paid him, and here he was now—chasing after it like a glutton.

I slowly unwrap his bandages and frown. The stitches were awful, bumpy, as if they’d done it in the dark. I even saw some needle punctures going directly in the wound and I wince for him. I cursed Senju’s name. 48 hours had passed since he’d gotten them, so I could no longer go back and retouch them. And as bad as the stitches looked, it was mostly the wrapping that gave Mikey problems. The bandages were wrapped around his chests and shoulders like an anaconda’s hold on its prey, rubbing raw against his already shoddy stitch work. Hence, the discomfort.

I rewrap him with finesse, ensuring the bandages secure the wounds tight but not so much so that it’s extremely painful for him. He’d still have to take it easy, a word I wasn’t so sure was in Mikey’s vocabulary.

There, I say to announce I’m done, proud of my work. If it still hurts maybe I can go see if there’s a pharmacy nearby, get you some painkillers.

#🗝; citizen #🗝; mikey #🗝; chronicles of vee: vol. 1 #good morning mod!!!!#have fun on your holiday babyyyy #iiiiiiii am currently on CET like you #but not for long #i’m traveling home where the time zone is EST soon #so i’ll let you know when i get there n our time zones differ #bc it’ll be a pretty noticeable difference 😭

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sneakyseventeen · 6 years

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Sleepy ❧ Vernon

Member: Vernon

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1k

• Based on Vocal Unit’s, “20”

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Family gatherings were always something you weren’t so fond of. The loud obnoxious aunts, your cousins who acted far too young for their ages, your grandma who still thought you were a child, and any weird relatives in between. Thankfully this gathering would be a litte different. Your sister’s birthday was tommorrow, and your mother decided to tell you NOW, at 4pm, that the party was sent for that date, as the real day she was born is a week later. You being the fabulous baker you are, knew you could make what your sister wanted, and hopefully in time. One of your mothers friends came over to, “help decorate”, aka talk to your mother for a couple hours until it was dark. This time, your mother said her friend was bringing help, and you had to admit you were a little nervous. You didn’t mind help, it was infact help, but there was just somthing about the satistfaction of making it on your own, and being in control of eveything that you liked. Yet you were also confused when your mom said the words, “bringing help,” but when you heard the bell, and saw who was standing at your front porch next to your mother’s friend when you opened the door, you were no longer stumped.

Vernon.

You and the younger boy had been friends since forever, thanks to your parents. You two met in elementary school, after he moved here from America. The both of you grew very close, but middle school cast its horrible spell on the both of you. The pressure of growing up, being a teenager, fitting the norms, and going through puberty was only destroying your friendship. You two still said hi when seeing eachother, or when you passed from classes, but the problem with that was everytime you did, it was only short, and most of the time with his girlfriends. Seeing Vernon laughing and smiling with a girl who wasn’t you hurt, especially in highschool. You two tried to stay friends, but after one girlfriend accused Vernon of cheating with you, your contact came to a halt. You and him growing apart just reminds you how much of a child Vernon can be sometimes, running from one girlfriend to the next. It was already your senior year, and you wanted nothing more than to be, at least friends, with him again. The idea of you two was something you’ve thought of more than the collage you were going to. And there he was, on your door step. Doing anything but looking at you after an awkward meeting.

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After chatting with his mother for a while, yours sent you off into the kitchen. You already had all the supplies set up, making Vernon more nervous than he already was. Showing him how to bake was nereveracking to say the least, but kind of enterainting. You giggled looking at Vernon trying to bake without setting the house on fire. He had poured in all the right ingredients, followed all the steps, but he just couldn’t do it like you could. You had this special touch that made your treats wonderful. You frowned at the silence, remembering how you two were no longer close. Vernon had talked bits to you, but it seemed it was only when necessary. But it was when he saw the frown on your face that he knew he had to tell you.

“Y/N… can I talk you about something?”

“Sure…”

“I want to apologize for me, and…. for what I did. I only stopped talking to you because she made me, but I broke up with her. I don’t know why I ever started being with her, when the person I liked was already there.”

“Vernon I-”

“I like you. And I’m sorry I didn’t speak up sooner its just-” He took your hands and dragged the both of you to the couch.

“I never thought you would like me back, and you always hung out with Joshua…… and that was when I wanted to get away from you.”

“Vernon…. I only hung out with Joshua because you never talked to me. And…..I…… like you too.”

Vernon’s smile may as well of lit up the whole room, making you grin as well. He turned his attention back to the kitchen, pouting as he looked at the mess you two had made.

“How about……”

He took your hands and he stood you two up, swining you locked hands in back and forth.

“We clean up, and take a break?”

“Sounds wonderful.”

You and Vernon decided that your, “break”, was going to be watching a movie, with snacks, drinks, blankets, pillows. And of course, a fort. Building the fort didn’t take long, three chairs propped in a triangle, with the open part facing the TV, and a couple blankets and lights draped over the top of the chairs to finish it off. You two got cozy and watched the movie, laughing together, and having fun with each other’s company. Just like when you were young. The movie ended with a black screen, and you falling asleep. Vernon tried talking to you, but once he found you unresponsive, he took you to your bedroom and layed you on the bed, putting a blanket over you. He grabbed extra blankets and put them on your floor for him to sleep. He sat on your bed as quiet as he could, brushing the hair out of your face. He smiled.

“I haven’t been this happy since we first met.” He stared at you with hearts in his eyes.

“I love you Y/N, goodnight.”

He sat on the ground starting to wind down, silencing his phone, as you replied, “goodnight.”

The next morning, your sister woke you up, thanking you and Vernon for the cupcakes.

“Thank you so much! I’m so excited! But….. Mom isn’t. She’s mad at you guys, you didn’t clean up.”

“Uhhhhhh right.”

You groan, sparking a laugh from Vernon.

“We’ll do it in a bit, ok?” He tells your sister looking at her with a small smile.

“Thanks.” You reply lying back down.

“Thanks for last night too, that was fun. Can we do stuff like this more often?” Your question was sudden, and made you nervnous to ask, but he only replied, “Well of course. We have to tonight, but this time with cupcakes. It’s a very special occasion.”

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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“Just play the damn game with me !” - Batmom x Damian

Damian is a brat, but I kinda want to hug him to death...Wait...Oh well, anyway, here’s a little story where Batmom (you) really wants to bond with the kid.

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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You had gotten it printed into your brain. It was too late now, you couldn’t forget your idea, no matter what. Bruce knew, and didn’t try to stop you from doing what you were gonna do anyway. Besides, he thought it was cute.

What was your idea ? Simple. Damian never had a normal childhood. He was still a kid, only eleven...So he still had a chance at having somewhat of a normal childhood (if you put his nightly activities on the side...and the fact that he had been raised to be a killer).

Against all odds, you and Damian clicked pretty fast. He warmed up to you the fastest...He felt like you were the only one of the bat family not judging him in any way. Also, you told him off when he was going to far, and he found that he couldn’t speak badly to you, that you had an effect on him that made him want to be nicer. Better...In a word, you quickly became his mommy.

He never really had an actual mother. Talia wasn’t exactly loving with him, and she did try to kill him a few times, succeeding once (a memory you don’t like to remember). You were the first one, even before Bruce or Dick, to make him feel loved and to make him feel what love really was...How could he resist that ?

The first time he called you “mom”, not “mother”, “mom”, you cried, and the poor boy thought he did something wrong. You explained to him that it was “happy tears”, but you’re not sure he understood. He gave you an awkward hug, and you couldn’t stop but smile. It’s that exact moment that forged the idea of trying to show him what a normal childhood was. But, even though he considered you his mom, he wasn’t going to make things easy for you and your plans.

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It started out horribly wrong. Damian refused every single propositions you made with a : “that’s too childish” full of rogue, and you got frustrated, ending up yelling a lot of “just play the damn game with me !” and other “Oh my God it’s a snowball it’s not going to kill you, just throw another snowball at me, not a fucking batarang !”...You felt childish. You quickly realized you weren’t going to help him have a normal childhood by trying to force him to do stuffs, and so you stopped. Instead, decided to lure him in with cake...One day, you made a nice one that smelled too good, and he couldn’t help but come in the kitchen, following the smell to the living room where you were eating it. Next thing he knows, he’s sitting next to you, eating a giant piece of cake, watching a disney movie.

And it ended up being a ritual. Every Saturday morning (”mornings” at the Wayne’s ended at 4pm), you and Damian took the habit of waking up earlier than everyone else to cook a cake or some cookies. You’d then eat it all, just the two of you, in front of a Disney movie. Your youngest NEVER saw one before...he actually never watched any animated movies or cartoons. So obviously, you took it upon yourself to show him of course, and you started with your favorite : (your favorite Disney film).

The first time you did that, Damian didn’t really react. He ate the cake, watched the film...and then just left without a word. You were disappointed, thinking he probably didn't enjoy himself at all, and went back to bed to Bruce’s arms, a bit beat down. Your husband did his best to make you forget and feel better, and he did wonderfully, definitely succeeding.

However you were wrong thinking Damian didn't enjoy himself, because the next Saturday, he came down in the kitchen to find it empty. He quickly went to your room, where fortunately you and Bruce were just sleeping, and gently woke you up.

-Mom, can we make chocolate chip cookies ? And watch another one of those movies you like ? Please ?

Your heart sunk with happiness, and you left Bruce’s arms, ignoring his groan, to follow your son. This was the first step, spending times with him, enjoying doing something just the two of you. As the Saturdays went on, Damian opened more and more, and stayed at the end of the movie to speak about it with you. At first he was sitting at the opposite side of the couch from you, but week after week, he came closer, until one day, he just laid his head on your shoulder, and let you run your hand tenderly threw his hair.

His favorite Disneys were “Treasure Planet” and “The Lion King”. You were even pretty sure you saw him cry while watching the latter. It made you smile, and at the same time, you realized those movies being his favorite made sense. Both were about boys with daddy issues who were rebels and got in trouble until they did their best to get better.

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-You’re cute.

Bruce was looking at you lovingly, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossed, while you were rushing to put some clothes on.You just glared at him, the man made you late. He wasn’t suppose to come home that early, and while you were getting ready for an important appointment, he arrived in your shared bedroom where you were in underwear, getting dressed...and he had been unable to stop himself from jumping on you. Making you rush now to try and not be late.

-You’re very cute.

-Shut up Bruce, and out of my way, I gotta go.

You grabbed your purse and ran out...Tried to ran out, as he caught one of your wrist.

-Bruce I have to...

He crashed his lips on yours, pulling you into a passionate French kiss. After a few seconds, he let go off you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

-Thank you Y/N. Really. You don’t have to do all of that and yet...Thank you.

-Don’t thank me babe, because I do have to do all of that. He’s my son too now. I did that with all of them...granted, Damian is a bit more difficult.

He pulled you in for another kiss but you escaped, because you really were going to be late if he kept going on like this. As you ran out of the room, he called back to you :

-I love you !

He heard your faint voice from down the corridor answering with a heartfelt :

-I love you too.

And you were out of the house.

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-You’re late.

-I know, I’m sorry Dami’. Blame your father.

-...Ew.

-...Hum...Shall we go ?

He nodded and, hands in his pocket, followed you, a bit grumpy that he had to wait for you. He hated waiting. But you decided that maybe it wasn’t so bad for him to learn to be more patient.

Today, you were suppose to pick him up right after school to go at the fun fair, but Bruce made you almost an hour late. To be honest, you didn’t realize it was that late, too...caught up in your Bruce’s arms. You definitely made amend though.

Damian would never admit it, but he spent one of the best evening ever. He won a gigantic teddy bear for you at some dart games, and you guys went on absolutely all of the rides with only one minor incident. When you went to the haunted mansion, Damian kinda...punched one of the actor in the face, out of reflexes. You paid him off to shut up, and scolded your son for his behavior (when really it was kinda funny, the scream he let out just before punching the man). You bought him every treats he wanted, totally spoiling him but hey...it was his first fun fair. It was one of his first time actually just having fun for the sake of it, in a normal place for a kid to have fun, and not because he was fighting or something. Bruce gave him a night off, and both of you didn't even notice the bat signal as you were having just the time of your life.

You came home late to an almost empty mansion. Alfred was there, and he made you some hot cocoa. You watched a pixar film and fell asleep on the couch, Damian’s head resting in your laps.

When Bruce and the other boys came home, they stopped to stare at you guys, because you were too damn cute. Dick smiled and said :

-It reminds me of when I first arrived here...Snacks and Disney movies...I kinda miss those times. Sometimes, I wish I could be a kid again.

Jason gave him a pat on the back.

-Yeah, it was pretty awesome alright.

Tim was also feeling a bit nostalgic, but didn’t say anything by fear of waking you guys up. As Bruce bent down to pick Damian up, he woke up.

-Father.

-Hey bud’.

-Mom and I had a great time at the fair.

He was sleepy, and his voice was weak.

-Did you, now ?

-Yeah, she’s awesome.

-That we agree on son, she is.

He took him to bed, and surprisingly, Damian let him tuck him in. He fell back asleep almost instantly. Bruce then went back to pick YOU up, and found you awake, talking with your eldest sons.

-You know guys, if you miss it that much, you can just join us on Saturdays. It could be cool.

-Naaah mom, those times are for you and the brat. I mean, it wouldn’t be fair otherwise. We all had you saving our childhood, he should too.

You smiled at Jason who just spoke, and stroked his cheek gently.

-I just don’t want you guys to feel left out.

-We really don’t, believe me. Besides, we all had the same thing ? Good old...hum...young mom taking us to the fair, watching movies with us...just with one of us, each times. Quality times equally shared. We all had you, and we can definitely share a little more with Dams, really.

You stroked Tim’s cheek now. Smiling lovingly at him. It was true that what you were doing with Damian, you did with all of them. They all needed a “somewhat normal childhood”...You were a mom, you gave it to them as best you could.

-I don’t have anything to say, but can I have my mom’s pat on the cheek too ?

Dick said as he bent down in front of you. You all laughed and after a kiss goodnight, they left to go for a deep slumber in their bedroom.

Bruce approached you, and you raised your arms for him to come crash into it. You liked feeling his weight on you, even though he was a heavy man because of all those damn muscles. It felt secure.

He laid his head on your chest, and you gently ran your hand threw his hair. He gave a pleased sigh, completely relax.

-Again, thank you honey.

-And again, there’s not reasons to thank me.

-Yes there is. I don’t know if you get how important you are to all members of this family. You all gave us a purpose. You’re...You’re the reason we don’t all go crazy. You makes us feel you know...So much feels...

You didn’t answer, just smiled and kiss the crown of his head, gently caressing his hair, just like you did with Damian. It seemed like this gesture was extremely soothing to the Wayne boys. You both fell asleep on the couch, and the next day, which was a Saturday, Damian woke you up. Bruce groaned as he stood up to leave, but his son awkwardly held his hand, signifying to him that he wanted him to stay. Your husband was so surprised he just flopped down back into the couch, and stayed silent staring blankly at the TV that was turned off while you and Damian baked.

And so, from now on, Bruce participated in your special Saturdays.

Actually, from now on Bruce got very involved in trying to get Damian to live a normal childhood, realizing how it started to slowly change his son’s behavior for the best. And realizing the amount of effort you put in it. He was amazed at Damian’s response really, how he laughed more often, and pulled (harmless) pranks on his brothers, Alfred and on Bruce himself. How he was less violent, and a bit less serious. It was definitely the Y/N’s effect. You had the same on him. When you weren’t there, he was all serious and broody, almost mean, and when you were around, he couldn’t help but smile stupidly and laugh at your dumb jokes. The Y/N’s effect was strong.

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It took a long time for Damian to finally let go and start to act like a normal child, but he made it. You helped him tremendously. Bruce and your other sons did too. Dick taught him how to ride a bike, Jason took him to the cinema often, Tim played soccer with him. Bruce was particularly involved with everything, as he realized the importance of it all. He wished he had had a Y/N in his life when he was a kid, as he too didn’t really enjoy his childhood after his parents’ death...but he at least got 8 great years, and he was determined to let Damian have his 8 great years too. 10 to 18. A bit more if he wanted.

Family game night was a thing now, and when he lost, Damian almost completely stopped throwing a (scary) tantrum. You all spent more times together as a result of all of those effort to get Damian to live a bit more normally, and it was so worth it.

You were so proud. Of course, it didn’t completely change his behavior and such, as his time with the Al Ghul was almost printed into his brain, but it really helped him be more social. It helped him learn how to love, and how to feel more. It just helped him, and one day, when he’d be old enough to realize all of that, he’d thank you with a warm hug and “happy tears” in his eyes, finally understanding. And you’d tell him that there was nothing to thank. He was your son, what you were doing was normal.

FIN.

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I’m starting to think Mod Dav’s personal sleep issues have been seeping into all of his characters tbh -A

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Elvaid couldn’t say he adored pulling all-nighters. Sure, it was fun when you were just binge watching some stupid childhood cartoon for the nostalgia, or maybe because you wanted to talk to your friend the entire night, but they were beginning to stack up for him. So here he was, night 8 no-sleep, trying to bullshit his way through an essay on a topic he could barely grasp when he had a decent night’s sleep.

A yawn shook his body as he stretched upwards. His head was swimming in thick fog, feeling heavier and heavier with each passing minute. He just had a paragraph and a bit left to go and he was intent on finishing it tonight. His eyes were blurry with or without his glasses, but he opted on keeping them on in hopes that they’d eventually work for him. He could feel his hands shaking, feeling like they were filled with rice and static as he typed out word after word hoping that it made sense stringing them together in such a way. Elvaid’s head kept bobbing lower and lower after every time he sat up straight. He paused from what he was doing, taking a sip of coffee that really wasn’t doing much for him. If anything, it made him feel more tired after a few minutes. What he would feel in a few minutes didn’t seem to be on his mind as the present was more pressing and Elvaid convinced himself that he needed to be awake. With his nails digging into his neck and the pain bringing him back down to earth, he looked back at his computer screen. It wasn’t all that clearer, but he could make out what he needed to and he begun to type again… Elvaid jerked upwards, hitting his face with his hands once he had realized he had begun to doze off.

“Stay awake! Stay awake! Stay awake! Stay awake!” He punctuated each syllable by hitting his cheeks, he could feel his eyes start to water based on pure tiredness alone. “Just a few more lines.”

With that hanging in the air as his tired encouragement, he started to type again. Sentence after sentence he kept typing and forcing himself awake despite the singing of his eyes, the spinning of the room, and how heavy his limbs were becoming. As soon as he finished the last sentence, pressed the period key, and ran a spelling and grammar check, he nearly passed out on the spot from pure relief as soon as he hit save. He pushed himself up, almost falling on the floor a couple of times as he stumbled to his bed. He fell asleep before he even laid down, landing awkwardly on the bed- his legs were still on the floor as only his torso up actually managed to get on the bed, one of his arms was on his pillow and the other was off the bed on the other side as he laid on top of the blanket. He started to snore only moments later, and an hour passed before he started mumbling nonsense to himself.

Luckily it was a day off, so the fact that Elvaid slept through all 8 of his morning alarms meant practically nothing. Sleeping through his grandfather hitting him with his cane in an attempt to wake up the boy? A little less more serious than nothing, but at least he left it at that and left Elvaid to his sleep. Not even stirring as Roadkill licked his face, whined, and barked at him in an attempt to get the tired boy up? Sleeping through the loud notifications of Danae’s messages and the quieter ones of the group chat? Mark those down as something Elvaid was doing as well.

It was around 4pm when Danae started getting concerned- especially considering last time Elvaid said goodnight then stopped answering his messages. She tried her best to rationalize it to this point, but found her anxieties getting the better of her and she headed over to his place.

Knock knock.

There was no response as every adult (say for Elvaid who was 18 and legally considered one, but who really counted him as an adult?) was out of the house either working or doing something else. Danae tried to mentally supress the nerves and worry that lit up in her body, fiddling with one of the many friendship bracelets Elvaid had gifted to her, in a vain attempt to calm down. She sighed, hearing Roadkill scampering towards the door from somewhere within the flat..

Knock knock.

She even tried to send him another text, hearing his phone go off from inside the apartment. Wow that notification was loud… She shook her head and tried the door knob. Unlocked. As soon as she opened it Danae got tackled down by the large dog.

“Hey buddy, do you know where Wine boy is?” Danae asked the dog in the baby voice people did to animals as Roadkill bounced around happily before running back into the apartment. She took this as a reason to follow the dog and entered as well, closing the door behind her.

“Wine boy…?” She called out into the apartment, walking towards the dog that was staring at her before it darted into one of the rooms. She could hear faint snoring coming from the room Roadkill entered. Danae entered the room a few moments later, only to find Elvaid in the same position he fell asleep in- mostly off the bed- snoring away as his phone was plugged in on his nightstand buzzing and beeping from the group chat.

Danae felt relieved that he was alright, chuckling at the situation. She couldn’t help but snap a photo of the strange position the boy was asleep in, captioning it ‘he’s sleeping like this… yikes lol’ and send it to the chat. She quietly walked over to Elvaid, crouching beside Roadkill who was back to licking his face.

“Wine boy… Wine boy…” Danae shook his shoulder gently, earning no reaction. “Elvaid, it’s time to get up now… you slept for almost the entire day.”

Still no response, Elvaid kept snoring.

“You should at least get into bed properly.” Danae poked his side, only earning a tired hum but otherwise nothing. She poked his side again, causing him to turn over and almost fall off the bed. It was at that point that she decided to just tuck Elvaid in herself and not chance letting him roll off and smash his head on the side of his nightstand.

After a fair bit of struggling and awkwardness, Danae managed to get Elvaid laying properly in bed, still on top of the blanket. She sat down beside the bed similarly to what she did when he was sick- before all that prophecy bullshit happened. She held his hand gently, wondering when he would wake up. Luckily she only had to wait 2 hours- which still was rather long but she had Roadkill to keep her company so it seemed like time passed a bit quicker for her.

“Ang’lfish?” Elvaid grumbled groggily, his eyes only half open as he squeezed her hand weakly. “Why’re you ‘ere?”

“Do you have any idea how long you were asleep for?” Danae asked, looking up at Elvaid’s sleepy expression that was overlapped with curiosity.

“Still… ‘M still tired.” Elvaid whined closing his eyes again, blocking her baffled expression.

“Wine boy, it’s 6pm.”

“Congrats? Lemme hug you!” He tugged on Danae’s arm, and she couldn’t help but give in to his request.

That’s how she found herself, at 7pm, trapped in Elvaid’s hug as he was once again sleeping, laying on his bed, in his house, with Roadkill laying at the bottom of the bed.

This was not how she imagined her Friday to go.

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