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Chipped Polish | Damian Wayne

paring: older!Damian Wayne x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: Damian helps you paint your nails and in return you help him paint his

rating: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 791

note: Sorry for my month long hiatus! I’ve experienced writer’s block for the first time and it wasn’t fun, seriously, I couldn’t write a single sentence without erasing it. Having a boyfriend that paints his nails with you would be the best thing ever akjfds, definitely did not get inspired by my own chipped nails

Damian leaned against your shoulder, back pressed against the soft cushions of the couch as you both lounged in the living room. You were half paying attention to the movie playing on the screen, the semi-interesting plot being enough to catch your attention.

Your arms pressed together as you both held hands, his thumb brushing against the top of your hand with slow strokes. Damian’s attention focused on you, more specifically, he stared at the way your hands intertwined with his. 

Appreciating the skin-on-skin contact, he lightly squeezed your hand, eyes flickering up to your face to watch your reaction. Your lips curled upwards, squeezing his hand back softly. From your peripheral vision, you watched as your boyfriend stared at you, his eyes finally flickering back down to where your hands met. 

You looked back at him, admiring him in all his glory. He was sporting an oversized shirt with sweats, face framed by messy curls. It didn’t matter what he was wearing, as he always managed to look good.

You leaned closer, placing a kiss on the apple of his cheek before directing your attention back to the screen. Damian’s lips quirked upwards in a small smile, feeling his cheek tingling from the kiss you placed. However, his gaze was still directed at your hands. 

He was particularly focused on your fingernails, intrigued by the paint that coated your nails or at least what’s left of it. He hummed as he unlaced your hands, running the pad of his finger against your nails to feel the chipped paint. He brought your hand closer to his face, placing a kiss on each knuckle.

“May I paint your nails, love?”

You looked over at him with a hum, before nodding your head. He looked at you, gesturing for you to bring the items.

“Ah, you mean right now, give me a second.”

You pushed yourself up from the couch, your back popping in relief from being in a slumped position for too long. You quickly disappeared to your room, coming back to the living room with nail polish and remover. 

You waited for Damian to sit up before you sat down on the couch. Facing him, you scooted closer till your knees brushed against his. You opened the nail polish remover, making work with removing the old chipped polish to make it easier to paint them, Damian insisted on doing it for you, wanting to learn everything about your nail care.

After your nails were rid of the old paint, Damian carefully opened the bottle of nail polish, being careful to not spill it on the couch or get it on either of your clothes. You noticed how intrigued Damian was with the polish, chuckling to yourself as you watched his nose slightly scrunch up from the potent smell. He carefully grabbed your hand, slightly angling it for him to get a better view while he started to paint your nails.

He furrowed his brows as he concentrated on not getting paint over the sides of the nail. He moved your hand away from his face, looking over his work. Humming in approval, he continued to paint the rest of your nails. 

He went as far as to paint a clear coating over your polish, wanting it to shine and stay for as long as possible. You went back to your room to grab nail oil and lotion, deciding to go all out with your nail care.

Damian also insisted on putting them on for you, lightly rubbing the oil against your cuticles before rubbing the lotion onto your hands. You sighed in appreciation as Damian massaged the lotion into your skin, his warm hands contrasting with the coldness from the lotion.

You tapped the pads of your fingers against his knee, watching as his eyes flickered from your newly painted nails to your face.

“Want me to paint yours?”

You suggested, tapping your nails against the plastic surface of the bottle as you waited for his response. He thought for a second before nodding, watching as you carefully started to paint his nails. 

Your face lit up as you admired Damian’s hands, admiring how the nail polish complimented his skin. You traced the veins that were protruding on the top of his hand before interlocking them together.

“We match.” you giggled 

Damian’s lips curled up, couldn’t stop himself from placing a kiss on your cheek. Your face flushed at the contact.

After this day, you found yourself with a fresh set of nails every time Damian caught sight of your chipped nail polish. You found it endearing, finding something you both can enjoy and do together. Plus, the sight of Damian sporting nail polish is something you wished you saw sooner.

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Picnic | Fumikage Tokoyami

paring: Tokoyami x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: You and your bird-headed boyfriend go on a picnic

rating: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 744 words

note: picnic dates are so cute alkjfsd, hopefully when it’s safe again I’ll have a picnic with my friends :( Also this is my first time writing for him, my bad if I didn’t portray him correctly, but I hope you enjoy !

The leaves crunched beneath both of your matching doc martens, your cheeks a rosy tint as you swung your and Tokoyami’s interlocked hands as you walked through the semi-empty park, looking for a place to set up your picnic.

Tokoyami placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the side of the sidewalk, allowing the incoming skateboarders to skate through. Once they were out of sight, he took your hand back in his, taking his place beside you.

Tokoyami clutched the picnic basket with his unoccupied hand, insisting on sharing the ‘workload’ while you held the blanket which was draped over your forearm.

You guys left the dorms in the dead of night, hoping to catch some alone time together before you both had to go back to your hectic lives of hero training and internships.

Tokoyami was always so sweet to you, whether he unconsciously thought about you or not, he always took the time to make sure you were alright. 

Lately, he thought about how little quality time you guys spent together, too busy with the demanding schedule of an upcoming hero.

You were fine with the study dates and late-night texts, always treasuring the moments you had together, however, he insisted on taking you out, taking you somewhere where you both can be alone, where you both can put your worries behind yourselves and focus on each other, thus the plan of having a late-night picnic ensured. 

A tug on your sweatshirt broke you from your train of thoughts, turning towards your boyfriend, you saw him gesture towards a spot under a tree near the lake.

While you both set up, you took the time to look around, admiring how even under the artificial light from the flickering street lamps, nature still managed to look beautiful.

As you both finished setting up your spot, you noticed a few ripples in the water, looking closely you saw a group of swans swim towards your area, taking out your phone, you attempted to take a few pictures of them as they glided through the water.

Pocketing your phone, you felt something brush against the side of your cheek, turning around you saw Dark Shadow, his eyes beamed once they grabbed your attention, quickly pulling you towards the laid-out blanket where Tokoyami sat, enjoying the scenery. 

Joining him, you sat crossed-legged on the soft blanket, opening the basket to begin unloading the food and snacks you packed for your date.

You took out various tupperware containing fruit and desserts while Tokoyami took out drinks including his thermal that was filled with pre-made earl grey tea.

You chuckled as you heard Dark Shadow gasp, ogling the various desserts that were laid out on the blanket.

Glancing at Tokoyami, you watched as he bashfully looked away, averting from your gaze as your eyes met. Your lips curled in a smile, uncovering one of the tupperware containers to show him the homemade apple tarts you baked for him.

His eyes widened, gaze trained on the mouthwatering dessert, unconsciously moving closer to you as he caught a whiff of the cinnamon, apple scent.

He cleared his throat when he realized how close he had gotten, mumbling out an apology as he fiddled with the laces on his boots.

You couldn’t help the grin that etched on your face, quickly plating a piece of the apple tart, indulging your boyfriend with his favorite dessert.

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Once you were both finished eating, you quickly packed up the containers back into the basket, placing it to the side so you both can have room to lay back on the blanket to stargaze.

Tokoyami hummed, eyes shining as he stared at the speckled dark sky. He closed his eyes for a second, posture relaxing as he took in the sensations of the cold wind and the light sound of crickets.

He turned to look at you, admiring your profile as you watched the stars, your hand softly patting the top of Dark Shadow’s head as he moved to snuggle into you.

Feeling eyes on you, you turned to your boyfriend, offering him a smile before turning your body towards him.

“This was fun.”

He nodded, “It sure was”

You brought a hand to his cheek, lightly combing your fingers through his dark feathers. He nuzzled his head into your palm, enjoying the warmth you brought him both from your tender moment and your adoring love for him.

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Gimme Attention | Damian Wayne

paring: older!Damian Wayne x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: damian wants your attention however you’re too busy playing animal crossing. 

rating: fluff

warnings: none (?)

word count: 669

note: not so sure how I feel about this one,,also its 3 am and i have class in a few hours,,insomnia sucks but animal crossing helps pass the time <3

“Beloved?” Damian called out as he entered your apartment, slipping off his shoes on the rack by the entrance. “I’m in here.” You called out. He hummed in acknowledgment, slipping off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack. 

Before making his way to your bedroom, he took liberty in looking around your apartment, making sure all your windows were locked and was free of any intruders. Once he was satisfied, he made his way to your room.

His eyes softened when he spotted your figure curled up in your bedsheets. Dressed in his oversized hoodie, you were lying down playing with your Nintendo switch; using it to keep you busy as you waited for him to come home.

He quickly slipped into some comfier clothes, crawling under the sheets to engulf you in his arms. With an arm draped over your stomach and his head resting in the junction of your neck, his eyes drifted towards your screen, watching as your animal crossing character ran around your island.

He hummed in amusement when he felt you tense in slight panic over a spider. You yelped as it chased you, running away from it so it wouldn't bite your character. You pouted as your character got bit, the reflection of your pouty face displayed on the screen once it turned black.

Turning your head to look at Damian, you saw an amused smile on his face. "What are you smiling at, huh?" You teased. "Just at your inability to catch a spider." You dramatically gasped. "It’s not my fault I don’t do well with bugs." Damian rolled his eyes, lightly brushing his lips on the side of your jaw.

He smirked as you squirmed away, trying to maintain your focus on the game. Before you could continue, Damian turned your chin towards him, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened in surprise before closing, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips.

Too engrossed into the kiss, you didn't realize Damian took the switch out of your hands. Instead, you used your free hands to tangle themselves in his curly hair, slightly tugging on the hairs on the nape of his neck as he deepened the kiss.

He slowly parted from you, eyes raking over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Feeling satisfied with your flushed appearance, he turned onto his back, pulling out his phone to distract himself.

You started at him for a second, a pout forming on your lips. "You tease." You whined. You leaned into him, curling yourself into his side, pressing a kiss on his cheek. After a moment Damian clicked off his phone with a sigh, chucking it somewhere on the mattress. “You brat.” He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You sighed in content as you were smothered with the warmth of your boyfriend. Shifting from your position, you attempted to grab your switch that was placed on the nightstand. He grunted, nudging your arm away back to your side. Stubbornly ignoring his silent warning, you tried again, attempting to reach for it a second time.

Before your fingertips could touch the console, Damian grabbed your wrist and pinned it beside your head. Hovering on top of you, he placed his other hand on the other side of your head, pining you against the mattress. Flustered from the sudden position, you turned your head, averting your eyes. 

You heard a quiet huff from above you, feeling the pad of his fingertips under your chin. You looked up at him, finding him already looking at you intently. You chuckled nervously at the silence. You opened your mouth, about to break the silence before he squished your cheeks together with his hand and brought you into a searing kiss.

He pulled away, making sure you maintained eye contact, “Pay attention to me and only me.” A smile graced your lips, your thumb gently brushing against his bottom lip before you indulged in another kiss.

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Stress Relief | Kenma Kozume

paring: Kenma x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: You’re Kenma’s best stress reliever

rating: fluff, comfort

warnings: none

word count: 667

note: I’ve been meaning to write for Kenma for awhile but got stuck with my writing akjfsdf hope you enjoy! (also don’t mind the title, I didn’t know what to write)

You shifted on the couch, making yourself comfortable as you continued watching videos on your phone.

A scoff drew your attention away from your screen, your eyes glancing at the form next to you.

Kenma had an annoyed expression, impatiently tapping the screen of his switch as he waited for the cut scene to playout for the umpteenth time. Your lips curled into a smile as you watched him sigh, a piece of his hair that was lazily placed in a messy bun fell onto his face.

He quickly tucked it behind his ear, eyes focused back on the screen as the cut scene finished. He mumbled something under his breath, to concentrated on the pixels that displayed on the screen to repeat himself. 

You glanced back at your phone, directing your attention to the eye-catching videos that flooded your recommended tab.

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After a few hours lounging on the couch in a position that was sure to strain your back, you decided to grab a glass of water. You sat up, stretching to relieve the ache in your muscles before making your way to the kitchen.

Kenma paused his game, rubbing his glossy eyes with his sweater paws. His pupils dilated as his eyes took in the surroundings of the darkroom, feeling relieved of giving his eyes a break from the blue light that emitted from the screen

He cursed to himself, fed up with losing yet again to the overpowered boss in the game. He slumped against the couch, burying himself deep into the couch cushions.

He glanced at the spot he last saw you a few hours ago, his mind wandering to you, wanting nothing but to bury his head in the soft fabric of your sweatshirt and cuddle against your form.

His mouth etched in a frown, noticing your missing form. His ears twitched as he heard the water running from the faucet in the kitchen. He got up from the couch, sighing in relief as his bones popped as he made his way to you.

He saw your figure hunched over the kitchen counter, sleepily gulping the water from your cup. He crept closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his head in the crook of your neck. 

His lips curled in amusement as he felt you jump in surprise, snuggling closer to you after he felt your posture relax from his surprise appearance.

You placed a hand over his arm, lightly tapping the pads of your fingers on his forearm as you leaned back against his chest.

"Ken?"

He hummed, eyes peering up at you, waiting for you to continue.

"You okay?"

He slowly nodded, tightening his hold around your waist. You turned yourself in his arms, facing him, trailing your eyes around his face to take in his appearance.

You cup the side of his face in your palm, lightly tracing your thumb on the darkened skin under his eyes.

you placed a kiss on his forehead, hugging him tighter against you.

He hummed, fingers tightening around the fabric of your sweatshirt in a firm grip, grounding himself as he attempted to blink away the wave of drowsiness that hit him.

You pulled yourself from his hold, chuckling at the low whine that bubbled from his throat.

You slid your hand down his arm, interlocking your hands together as your hand felt the soft skin of his palm.

You walked towards your room, a sleepy Kenma trailing behind you, covering an upcoming yawn with the back of his hand.

You crawled into bed, wrapping yourself in the soft sheets. He crawled after you, snuggling against the side of your form, an arm draped around your ribcage as he snuggled into the bedsheets, sighing in contentment as he was engulfed by your warmth and comforting scent.

You pressed a kiss on the crown of his head, closing your eyes as you drifted to sleep. You felt Kenma's chest vibrate against your shoulder, mumbling goodnight before sleepiness overtook him.

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Midnight Snack | Damian Wayne

paring: older!Damian Wayne x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: You have trouble sleeping and Damian catches you having a midnight snack

rating: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 398

note: purely self-indulging,, i found it hard to sleep these days, school is really killing me (its 2 am rn lol)

It was late into the night, you were tossing and turning in your bed, unable to find a position to get comfortable. Your stomached growled, breaking the silence of the bedroom. You pursed your lips, staring at the ceiling, debating if you should go down to the kitchen to get a snack.

Cringing as your stomach let out another growl, you decided that your hunger won. You slowly removed the arm that draped over your waist, tensing when you felt Damian shuffle in his sleep. After making sure he fell back to sleep, you let out a breath.

You carefully slipped out of bed, appreciating the temperature difference as you ventured into the kitchen. Being mindful not to make too much noise, you looked through the cabinets, looking for something to munch on, looking through the fridge, you quickly grabbed yourself a cool beverage. 

You hopped onto the counter, indulging in your midnight snack. You took this time to look around the apartment, eyes trailing over knick-knacks that decorated the place. Humming to yourself, you swung your legs that dangled over the ledge. To busy munching, you didn’t hear the approaching footsteps. 

Hearing someone clear their throat, you looked up. Damian leaned against the door frame, arms crossed against his chest. “Can’t sleep?” You nodded, beckoning him over with a wave of your hand.

He pushed off the doorframe, walking over and settling on standing between your legs. You happily continued eating your snack, feeling content with the company of your boyfriend. When you were done, your wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He moved a hand to the small of your back; his palm gentling rubbing along the curve of your spine. 

Letting out a sigh, you felt yourself getting drowsy. Feeling your posture relax, Damian grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you off the counter. As an instinct, your body latched around him, holding on as Damian made his way back to the bedroom. The warmth that gave off from your boyfriend aiding in making your eyelids heavy. 

Before you knew it, your back met with the soft plush of the mattress and bedsheets. Lazily, pulling the blankets over you, you nuzzled into Damian’s side. Smiling in content as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head. With your hunger now satisfied, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Lipstick | Damian Wayne

paring: older!Damian Wayne x fem!reader

prompt: putting lipstick on in front of a mirror and catching your significant other watching you and locking eyes with them in the mirror.

rating: fluff

warnings: probably ooc damian and bad writing :’)

word count: 419

note: this is my first fic I ever posted and i’m nervous lol,,,I have a few fics in my drafts so if you liked this lemme know if I should post more <3

another important note* although this fic doesn’t use any gender terms, I wrote this with a female reader in mind so I think it’s fair to tag it as fem!reader

You quickly walked from the bathroom towards your and Damian’s shared bedroom, looking at your appearance through the mirror. You ruffled your hair, giving it more volume before leaning closer to the mirror; checking your makeup. Grabbing your lipstick from the vanity and unscrewing the cap, you carefully smeared the color on your lips; a nice rosy shade tinting them.

Before you can finish applying the lipstick to your lips, you saw movement in the corner of your eye. Taking a glance at the mirror, you spotted Damian leaning back with his arms crossed against the door. You locked eyes for a moment, flashing him a small smile. He gave one back, walking closer towards you to snake his arms around your waist. His chin propped up on your shoulder, looking at your reflection through the mirror. “You look beautiful, beloved.” He complimented, eyes trailing down your figure. You turned your head, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You replied, rubbing off the lipstick stain with your thumb.

You turned around, about to finish applying your lipstick before Damian’s hand circled around your wrist. You looked at him through the mirror, shooting him a furrowed brow. “May I?” He gestured towards the lipstick. You glanced at it for a second before giving him a nod. He pulled away from you, turning you around before grabbing you by the back of your thighs; placing you on the vanity. You let out a yelp, from the sudden lift; hands placed on his shoulders to steady yourself.

His thumb and forefinger lifted your chin, tilting your head up to admire your face. He placed a light kiss on the corner of your lips before unscrewing the cap. He brought it up to your lips, focusing on not going over your lip-line. After a few moments, he pulled back, reviewing his work of your now rosy-colored lips. He hummed in approval, grabbing you by the hips to help you down from the vanity. You turned around, glancing at yourself in the mirror to check his work. You smiled to yourself, “Maybe you can help with my makeup more often.”

He smirked, pulling you towards him by the waist and placing a kiss on your lips. You pulled away, about to comment on your ruined lipstick before you took a glance at his own tinted lips. With a giggle you pulled him in for another kiss, making sure to pepper rosy kisses all over his face.

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Apple Pie | Kenma Kozume

⤷    pairings: kenma x reader (gender neutral)

⤷    synopsis: late night mcdonalds run with kenma

⤷    warnings: none

⤷   author’s note: Just posting a short fic I had in my drafts, I think I wrote it 3 months ago lol...I have a fic i’ve been trying to write for the past week and my brain really isn’t working with me.

You and Kenma were on your way home after coming from a get-together at Kuroo’s house. While looking out the window, humming to the song that was softly coming from the speakers, a loud rumble interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

Your head shot up, looking at Kenma to see that he had stopped drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. His body stiffened, shielding himself from your gaze so you wouldn’t see his flustered expression.

“Ken?”

“Shut up.”

You giggled, teasing your boyfriend for the loud whale-like noises that rumbled from his stomach. You caught a glance at a sign near the road, displaying the upcoming restaurants and gas stations.

“Hey, let’s go to McDonald’s.”

“M’kay”

Surprisingly the line wasn’t long, only a few cars were waiting to get their order. As you both rolled up to the drive-through, you started ordering.

While waiting for Kenma to finish saying his order, your eyes skimmed through the menu before landing on the dessert portion. You quickly said your order, not forgetting to order an apple pie.

After you both got your food, Kenma parked under a tree in the parking lot, turning off his car before unloading the food that was in the bag. You set up your phone on the dashboard, putting on a random show that you've both been binge-watching before digging into your food.

Kenma took off his shoes, adjusting his seat before putting his sock-covered feet on the dashboard. You also took off your shoes, bringing your knees to your chest, munching on your fries as you watched the show.

Kenma took out the apple pie from the bag, eager to eat the delicious dessert than to finish his food. Too engrossed in the show, you didn’t notice him tap your knee.

Your attention shifted once you felt something nudge on your bottom lip, looking down you saw Kenma holding up the apple pie to your lips, patiently waiting for you to take a bite.

You took a bite from the dessert, humming in delight as the cinnamon apple flavor engulfed your taste buds. You both continued sharing the apple pie, giving Kenma the last bite before you both put your trash in the bag. 

You guys stayed for a while, chatting and mumbling comments throughout the show. Kenma groaned when a commercial played, they always seemed to play the longest ads when it was getting to the good part.

You chuckled, putting on your seatbelt as Kenma started up the car. You paused the show, pocketing your phone in your hoodie before handing over the bags to Kenma as he drove to one of the nearby trashcans.

After throwing it away, Kenma drove back onto the road heading in the direction of your house. He played a random playlist on Spotify, skipping a couple of songs before one satisfied him. He had one hand on the wheel while the other rested on your thigh, fingers lightly tapping along to the rhythm of the soft music that came from the car’s speakers.

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Cat Café | Damian Wayne

paring: older!Damian Wayne x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: While at a cat café you meet a stranger who befriended your favorite feline. 

rating: fluff, comfort-ish (?)

warnings: none

word count: 1k+

note: I wrote this at 2 am because I couldn’t sleep and instead of finishing my late assignments I decided to finish writing this! Also I’ve been playing animal crossing lately (if yall wanna gimme your fruit that would be great <3)

If there was one thing you could rely on to distress, it was hanging out with animals. Unfortunately, you don’t have any pets; too busy going to school and working a part-time job to properly take care of one. But what you can rely on is going to your favorite café, specifically a cat café.

You opened the door to the café, smiling when the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked sweets hit your nose. With a sigh you made your way to your usual spot in the corner, facing a window that showed off the cafe’s garden.

When you sat down at your table, you were greeted with a small menu, displaying the many foods and beverages the café served. As you looked through the menu you decided on a white mocha and a slice of strawberry shortcake. While you waited for the server to come to your table, you made yourself comfortable.

As you were shrugging off your coat, you heard a small meow come from beside you. When you turned around you were met with a gorgeous Siamese cat. You internally squealed as it jumped on your table, looking at you in curiosity. ‘Must be the new cat’ You thought, remembering your friend telling you about the newly adopted cats.

You carefully stuck out your hand out in front of it, letting it sniff you before it rubbed its head on your knuckles. You chuckled, petting the top of its head and scratching the back of its ears, causing a purr to rumble from its chest. 

Your attention was dragged away from the cat when you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up and saw one of the cafe’s servers. “Welcome to Cattoccino, what can I get you today?” When you finished placing your order you directed your attention back to the cat. Before you got too comfortable you fished out your phone from your pocket, attempting to take photos of the feline. 

After you were satisfied with the photos you took, you grabbed a cat toy from the nearby cart, proceeding to play with the cat. After a few minutes, the server came back with your order, the cat later scurrying off. After making sure your hands and the table was cleaned you enjoyed your strawberry dessert, washing it down with the white mocha. Sighing in satisfaction as you indulged in your sweet tooth.

When you picked up a strawberry with your fork, the feline from before along with a sphynx kitten raced towards your table. They climbed up on the shelves making their way towards a scratching post that was placed above. While you ate your dessert, you entertained yourself by watching them play. Laughing as they nipped each other before running around the area. 

When your table was cleared off you decided to take advantage of the free wifi, looking up the shop’s profile on the cats. As you scrolled through the profiles you found out the Siamese feline was named Ace. You continued to scroll through the profiles of the cafe’s cats, squealing when you spotted a familiar orange furred feline.

The tabby cat, named Copper, was one of the first cats you met in the café. He instantly caught your eye as you saw him run around with a fish plushie in his mouth. In that instant, you decided it was your mission to befriend the cat; finding yourself playing with him in the play pin and buying him some treats in your spare time. You took pride in successfully befriending the cat. After all, the owner’s warned you about his disinterest in the customers, instead always sticking with the other cats in a pack or hiding away in a cubby. 

You walked towards the play pin trying to find your feline friend. As you entered you looked around, petting the cats who walked up to you. You spotted the tabby cat in his usual spot near an obnoxious colored bean bag but this time he wasn’t alone. His attention was captured by a stranger; a male with beautifully tanned skin and curly hair paired with an undercut. As you moved closer the tabby cat’s attention shifted to you, immediately bounding towards you for some much-needed belly rubs. You chuckled softly, bending down to scratch his belly.

The hairs on the nape of your neck raised as you felt the eyes of someone watching you. As you looked up you were met with the gaze of the handsome stranger. With rosy cheeks, you shot him a shy smile before bringing your attention back to Copper; purposely ignoring the feeling of his eyes studying your form. The cat bit the long sleeve of your shirt, tugging you towards his spot. 

You followed his lead, settling down on the bean bag; making sure to put a reasonable distance between yourself and the stranger. Copper nudged your knee with his paw, as a cue to play with him. You smiled, quickly grabbing a string toy and dangling the feather in front of his face. You quickly pulled it back as soon as he pounced, chuckling at the wild look in his eyes.

You heard a chuckle beside you, figuring it was the stranger you turned to look at him; passing him the string toy to give him time with the cat. He was there first after all. He looked at you with a small smile on his face, nodding in gratitude. 

Copper was soon bored of the string toy, instead taking interest in the mouse plush another feline was playing with. He pounced on the unsuspecting cat, making it lose its grip on the plush before snatching it up for himself, running away.

You smiled at the cat’s antics, focusing your attention on the stranger as he beckoned Copper with a wave of his hand. Copper happily bounded to the stranger, looking up at him with the plush stuffed inside his mouth. “Hand it over, buddy.” The stranger asked, opening his palm for the cat to place the plush. Copper stubbornly stared at him for a few seconds, laying on his stomach before nudging it in the stranger’s palm. 

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, admiring how the man was able to interact with the cat and how Copper easily did as he was told. Usually, Copper would run away from people, only interacting if there were treats involved. He also wasn’t one to take orders, only doing as he pleased.

“Impressive,” you mumbled under your breath, catching the attention of the stranger. “I’m surprised he listened to you. Usually Copper’s too stubborn to do anything that doesn’t involve treats.” The stranger chuckled, “Ah, I have a cat of my own so I’m used to them bribing for food.”

With newly found confidence, you introduced yourself “I’m y/n” He hummed “I’m Damian.”

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After your encounter with Damian, you found yourself seeing him whenever you visited the café. Usually, you both would chat over a cup of coffee before moving into the play pin to spend time with the cats and of course your little friend Copper.

Today was like any usual day, after work you decided to destress by going to the cat café. Craving some macaroons and affection from the felines. As soon as you got there you quickly ordered before making your way into the pin, smiling as some cats walked towards you. You happily sighed, plopping yourself on the bean bag in Copper’s usual spot. Petting the cats that strolled by, you looked around trying to spot your feline friend. After about a few minutes with no Copper in sight, your mouth formed a slight pout. You shrugged it off thinking that he must’ve been hiding somewhere or sleeping in a cubby.

Your attention directed to the counter in front of the café as a barista announced your name to pick up your order. You walked with a pep in your step to the counter, excited to munch on the homemade macaroons. As you got closer you saw a poster on the wall that made you falter in your steps. It read 

“Say goodbye to our beloved feline Copper as he transitions to his new forever home!”

A pang of sadness hit you as you realized your feline friend won’t be there at the café anymore. Looking at the picture of the tabby cat that was centered on the poster, you couldn’t help but let a smile form on your face. You loved Copper but he deserved a real home, somewhere where someone will love and take care of him.

You took your macaroons and went to your designated spot, eating them while reminiscing about your furry friend. A hand on your shoulder startled you from your thoughts. You turned around and smiled when you saw Damian. 

“Hey.” you greeted

He raised an eyebrow at your sad expression, watching as you wiped the crumbs off your face with the sleeve of your hoodie. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, taking a seat in the chair in front of you. You sighed “It's nothing too bad. It's just, I found out Copper is getting adopted and I’m sad I’ll never see him again.” He hummed watching your solemn expression.

Stirring his tea slowly he looked up at you, “Well, I may have some good news for you” You looked up at him with a tilt of your head, egging him on to continue. “I’m Copper’s new owner.” You looked at him in surprise, taking a second to let the news sink in. “That’s great!” 

You were happy for Damian. You also felt relieved knowing Copper was going to be taken care of by someone familiar and who he got along with. When you think about it, it wasn’t a shock that Damian decided to adopt him. They had really good chemistry, you knew that the first day you met him.

“So, did you take him home already?” You questioned. He nodded, “My grandfather is looking after Copper at the moment. I’m giving him time to settle in the new environment, especially since I already have a cat.” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink to give you a moment to collect your thoughts. 

Before you had the chance to speak again, Damian beat you to it. “Oh, before I forget” His hand slipped in his coat pocket, bringing out a small keychain of an orange tabby cat. He slipped it in your hand, looking back up to read your expression. You smiled, turning the keychain over to admire it. It was a little replica of Copper, even having his favorite fish plushie stuffed in its mouth. You looked back up at Damian, thanking him with rosy cheeks.

You guys continued to converse, unknowingly talking till it was almost closing time. When you looked out the window you were shocked that the sky was already dark. You quickly put together your belongings and threw away your trash, saying your goodbyes to Damian.

As you both exited the café, you turned to the right, walking towards the direction of your house. Before you could get too far, you heard a voice call out your name. You turned around, noticing Damian walking closer towards you. You met him halfway, tilting your head in question. “Yeah?” 

His eyes shifted away from your face, clearing his throat he muttered. “If you’d like you could come over and visit Copper” He paused, “And maybe you could meet my other pets as well.” You shot him a bright smile, “I’d love that.”

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Lazy Day | Damian Wayne

paring: Damian Wayne x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: just a lazy day with your boyfriend

rating: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 759

note: the thought of Damian picking up the hobby of gardening or tending to a garden makes my heart warm <3 I’m suffering from writer’s block and I haven’t been satisfied with my writing lately :(

You were sprawled out on the couch, watching a random movie on Netflix. Snuggling into the throw blanket that kept you warm from the cool air that was blowing from the A.C. After a while you got bored and decided to venture around the house to find your boyfriend.

As you looked around, you found the blinds open in the kitchen. Looking out the window you saw Damian out in the backyard tending to the greenhouse. You quickly went inside your room to change into some shorts and put on some socks. As you made your way to the backdoor, you slipped on your gardening boots, making your way to Damian.

With the leaves crunching beneath your feet, you sighed as the sun’s light beamed down at you; warming you up from the cold air inside. As you stepped into the greenhouse you saw Damian trimming a bonsai tree. You smiled to yourself as you watched your boyfriend taking care of the gift you’ve given him for your anniversary. 

Walking closer, you snaked your arms around his waist, pressing your chest to his back in a firm hug. You watched him continue to trim the tree, shaping its leaves until it made out a smooth silhouette. You pressed a kiss on the nape of his neck, resting your forehead against his back. He hummed in acknowledgment before putting down his shears. He turned to you, offering your a smile before leaning down to give you a peck on the lips. 

With a smile, your hands gripped his shoulders. deepening the kiss. He let out a whine, placing a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. You parted from him when the lack of oxygen became too much. Pulling you into a hug, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

You basked in your boyfriend’s affection, taking a second to look around the greenhouse. “Woah, Dami. It’s really pretty in here.” He pulled away, glancing around the area before lacing your fingers together, “Wait till you see the underground farm.” He said with a gleam in his eye.

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After a few hours helping Damian with the garden, your stomach grumbled for a much-needed snack. You were on the dirt floor, pulling out weeds from the vegetable patch. Damian smirked at the sound your stomach produced, getting up from his crouched position to help you to your feet. He walked over to you, smiling as you lifted your arms making grabby motions.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you up without much effort. “Thank you.” You mumbled lightly squeezing his hand. You quickly dusted off the dirt from your shorts, walking towards the direction of the house. “Let’s eat, I’m starving.” As you both took off your boots you were suddenly lifted in the air. You yelped as you were thrown onto Damian’s shoulder. Craning your neck back to look at him, he flashed you a smirk, patting the back of your thighs. “Like I’d let you touch the floor when you’re this dirty.”

You scoffed as Damian carried you to the bathroom, plopping you down on the edge of the bathtub. “I have legs, you know.” You teased. Damian simply rolled his eyes walking out to the kitchen where you assumed he’ll prepare lunch. With a sigh, you pulled off your dirt-covered clothes, throwing them into the hamper before taking a shower. 

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You walked into the kitchen with damp hair, grinning as you saw Damian placing food in two bowls. One for him and one for you. You sneaked behind him, placing a hand on his waist hugging his side. Watching as he carefully served the food. 

When he was done you brought both plates to the living room setting them down on the coffee table. Sitting down on the carpeted floor, you set up a movie for the two of you to watch. After you both finished your lunch, you brought the dirty dishes into the kitchen; rinsing them in the sink before putting them in the dishwasher.

You trudged back into the living room, spotting Damian laying down on the couch. You walked over to him, smiling as he skootched back into the couch to make room for you. You settled in, draping a throw blanket over both of you before cuddling into his side.

With a kiss placed on your forehead, you slowly nodded off to sleep as Damian pulled you closer. Basking in the warmth as he continued to watch the movie playing on the screen.

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Out Of Stock | Kageyama Tobio

paring: Kageyama x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: You encounter a stranger who takes the last pack of your favorite milk

rating: ?

warnings: none

word count: 661

note: writing this was really tougher than I thought, I feel like I butchered his character but I’m glad I’m publishing this anyways because its been in my drafts for a long time and I don’t know where else to go with it aljfsd,,I hope you enjoy !

You tugged the fabric of your hoodie closer to yourself, shoving your hands in your coat pockets in an attempt to warm your fingers from the cold air.

You trudged to the nearest convenience store, dolled up in nothing but your pajamas, fueled by the desire to get some of your favorite snacks.

Thankfully, the streets weren’t full, they were almost empty aside from a few lingering people.

Your hand grazed the cold metal of the door handle as you arrived at the convenience store, opening it to be greeted by the ring of the wind chimes that hung on the door.

You grabbed a basket before bolting straight towards the snack aisle, eyes browsing the shelves looking for your favorite snacks. You continued to look around, grabbing various snacks to supply the low stock in your pantry at home.

You walked towards the drink aisle, unconsciously tugging on the sleeves of your hoodie as the temperature slightly dropped.

After walking around you spotted one of your favorite drinks, your beloved banana milk.

You walked closer, stars in your eyes as you realized you’d get the last pack of banana milk to yourself.

Apparently, the world thought otherwise, a guy tall in stature, beat you to the punch, grabbing the pack of milk before you had the chance to reach for it.

You felt your stomach churn, annoyance bubbling through your veins, that was supposed to be yours, in fact, you saw it first. 

A pout formed on your lips, watching as the stranger walked away, the pack of banana milk held in his hand.

This is stupid. Why am I doing this?

“Hey”

You said loudly, inwardly cringing to yourself as you realized you guys were the only ones aside from the cashier in the empty store. You felt your heart quicken as the man stopped to turn around, looking at his shoulder, curious as to what you’d stopped him for.

You felt a sense of dread washing over you, upon closer inspection the stranger was indeed cute. Cute enough that you were scolding yourself for leaving your apartment wearing nothing but pajamas.

Not the time. you reprimanded yourself

You pointed at the milk in his hands, “That banana milk, that's mine”

He stood there with confusion written over his face, with a furrowed brow he spoke up, “I don’t see your name on it.”

You scoffed, “I don’t see yours either.”

He stared at you blankly before silently walking towards the cashier.

“Hey! I’m not finished”

You called out, hoping it would buy you enough time to snag it from him.

The stranger ignored you, pulling out his wallet for a quick transaction. Your stomach dropped as you heard the register ring up, the paper of the receipt printing before it was ripped by the cashier, handing it to the stranger.

You sighed in defeat, opting to grab another drink. You begrudgingly grabbed a pack of iced tea, eyes trailing towards the empty gap where the pack of milk once was.

You walked towards the cashier, quickly pulling out the exact amount in cash, mumbling a quick thanks before grabbing the plastic bags filled with your snacks. 

You opened the door to exit the store, bracing yourself for venturing back into the cold air for a second time. You didn’t get a few steps in before someone called out to you.

You turned around and were met face to face with the stranger from before.

Before you had the chance to ask what he wanted, he stuck his hand out to you, half of the pack of milk still wrapped in the plastic resting on his palm.

Your eyes widened in surprise, “For me?”

He nodded, a nervous scowl etched on his face as he waited for you to take it from his hands.

“Oh, thank you so much!”

You gleamed, flashing him a wide smile. He mumbled under his breath, his cheeks burning a light scarlet.

“Yea, sure”

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Cast Away | Kenma Kozume

paring: catshifter!witch!Kenma x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: After a few days of being huddled up in your house, you realize you need to restock your fridge. While on your way back from the grocery store you notice strange symbols carved onto your door.

rating/warnings: mentions of bad luck (curses, negative energy, etc.)

word count: 2.1k words

note: This may have been my longest fic yet. Also this is my first time writing about witches or anything in the fantasy genre so sorry in advance if you read any clichés.

You were laying down on your couch, bundled up in a ball of blankets, shielding yourself from the cold air that was blowing from the A.C. Your day was spent lounging around, doing nothing but watching trash tv.

A growl from your stomach interrupted the dialogue that came from the T.V’s speakers. You sighed, dragging yourself up from the couch, a thin blanket covering your form in a makeshift cloak.

Your sock-covered feet pattered against the wooden floorboards as you made your way into the kitchen, suppressing a yawn with the back of your hand.

Looking to find something edible to eat, you opened the fridge only to see nothing. Sighing in defeat at the sight of the lack of groceries, you were left with a dilemma. You don’t have enough food to make anything so you had to go get groceries. 

I could place an order for delivery, you thought before shutting down the idea just as quick, No, I could really use the fresh air plus my skin hasn’t seen the light of day.

You decided that you’d make a trip to the grocery store, to take a break from being huddled up in your house all day. You threw on a hoodie and some sneakers, poorly tying your laces.

You finger-combed your hair back, opting to cover it with the hood from your jacket. You walked over to your dresser stepping over the mess of clothes that littered your bedroom floor to grab your wallet and keys.

The ringing from your phone startled you, making your foot tangle in the pile of clothes, effectively making you lose your footing. You reached out towards your dresser to steady yourself, accidentally knocking down what was placed on the surface.

You swore under your breath once you saw the added mess you made on the floor. Your candle, along with your compact mirror shattered in pieces while your books were scattered everywhere.

Mumbling curses under your breath, you grabbed the small trashcan from your room, deciding to use your hands to pick up the shattered pieces. As you were throwing the pieces away, you felt a slight burn on your hand. 

Hissing, you looked on your palm to see where you might’ve nicked yourself but found nothing. Nothing on your hands except the fitted black tourmaline ring on your middle finger that was gifted by your next-door neighbor.

Careful not to cut yourself, you cleaned up the remaining shards, using a broom and dustpan for extra measure.

Well that happened, you deadpanned. Suddenly you were way too excited to leave the comfort of your home.

You double-checked your pockets, making sure you weren’t missing anything before leaving through the front door. As you turned to lock the door, you heard a meow coming from behind you.

Looking over your shoulder you spotted a familiar white feline who had a combination of blonde and brown spots that speckled the fur of its back, adoring a blonde spot over its eye. You locked your door, pocketing your keys before bending down towards the feline. 

You cooed, bringing your hand slowly towards the cat, waiting for it to sniff your palm before petting the top of its head.

“Hey cutie, what’re you doing here?”

You chuckled as it meowed in response, rubbing its head against your palm as quiet purrs rumbled from its throat.

“Your owner’s probably worried sick, huh? Let’s get you home.”

You picked up the cat, making your way to your neighbor’s little cottage. As you walked, you appreciated the scenery around you. Your neighborhood was plastered with green; trees and plants of different variety were scattered everywhere.

Your neighbor’s houses were beautiful, some were big, some were small but all had the same homeliness to them. Your favorite house in the neighborhood was your next-door neighbor’s.

It was a comfy-looking cottage. Its front yard was beautiful, protected by wood picket fences, and adored with wild-growing flowers. 

How you were able to find an affordable house in a place this nice was beyond you. Walking up to your neighbor’s gate, you carefully set the cat on the ground

“There you go, buddy”

With one last pet, you made your way to the grocery store that was about a 10-minute walk from your house. Unbeknown to you, the white-furred feline shifted back into its original form, longing for your touch.

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The grocery store was surprisingly empty considering the sales that were going on. You bagged up your groceries at the self check out, not bothered enough to make human interaction with the clerks. As you made your way out of the sliding doors of the grocery store, you took a second to breathe in a gust of fresh air.

You felt a bit odd on your trip to the grocery store, the feeling only intensified as you were walking through the aisles, shopping for your necessities. You shrugged it off, putting your focus on not letting the plastic bags rip on your way home.

As you walked along the familiar sidewalk of your neighborhood, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach churn, an eerier atmosphere hovering over you, making anxiety and paranoia bubble in your chest.

With shaky knees, you continued the walk to your house, this time quickening your steps, hoping the comfort of your home would take away this awful feeling. 

Of course with your luck, you happened to trip on your laces, as they had untied somewhere along your walk. You braced yourself, waiting for the impact of your body to hit the pavement, but it never came.

Instead, a pair of arms caught your form, catching you from your fall. Looking up you were met with the familiar face of your next-door neighbor and newly formed friend, Kenma.

Your cheeks flared scarlet at the predicament you were in, your mind wandering to the trope of the klutzy main character falling into the arms of their love interest, resembling something out of a shojo manga.

You shook your head at the thought, quickly thanking him as your eyes wavered in embarrassment. Kenma nodded as a small smile painted his lips and without warning took a couple of bags that were held tightly in your grasp as an offer to help you bring them to your house.

“Oh! you don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind.”

You nodded, thanking him again, appreciating his assistance. You both walked towards your house, engaging in conversation. Bringing up the topic of his cat wandering back into your yard.

“You should be more careful, you wouldn’t want him to go missing.”

“It’s fine, he knows his way around the neighborhood anyways. He always comes back.”

You hummed, continuing the conversation, gushing over his cat. You missed the way Kenma’s cheeks burned as you continued to throw praises at his cat form.

Kenma gave short but well-thought-out responses, which you didn’t mind as you were well aware of his quiet and introverted nature.

You guys soon fell into a comfortable silence. The sound of your footsteps against the pavement and occasional leave crunching being the only noise filling the silence.

You took a second to admire his catlike features, your gaze shifted to his narrowed honey-colored eyes that were covered by loose strands of hair that fell from his messy bun.

You hummed in thought, pets really do take after their owners.

Faster than you would have liked, you guys made it to the front entrance of your yard. Your eyes narrowed as you caught sight of something attached to your front door. Your face paled, thinking it was an eviction letter, you quickly ran to check only to find your door carved with various symbols. 

“What the hell”

You muttered under your breath. Kenma walked up to your side, eyes widening once he read the markings on your door. It was a hex of bad luck.

He knew using magic in front of you was risky but he’d been using it in front of you from the start anyways. Like on your walk; you were too busy engrossed in the conversation to realize the bags Kenma was carrying were levitating as he used his powers to avoid carrying the heavy baggage.

His head turned to look at you, thinking of what to do to distract you from the door long enough to cast a protection spell to overwrite the bad luck. 

Distraught and confusion plagued your mind as the symbols etched on your door stared back at you. Maybe it was just a prank.

A hand on your shoulder startled you from your internal crisis, turning around you faced Kenma who sported a serious expression.

“Do you remember doing anything today that might’ve caused something like this to happen?”

You shook your head, knowing you did nothing but lay around and get groceries. Kenma gave you a blank stare, the cogs in his head turning to figure out what you might’ve done to have possibly curse yourself.

You couldn’t help but think back on your day, retracing your steps, trying to find something that could’ve possibly triggered or be the reason for the markings on your door. 

You concluded that it must’ve been when you dropped your compact mirror, your brain thinking back to the folktale you heard as a kid; that however breaks a mirror would have 7 years of bad luck. But it was just a myth, right?

Perhaps breaking the mirror really did curse you, you didn’t get it though. Your day had been particularly average, save the couple clumsy moments but they weren’t out of the ordinary.

Now you weren’t superstitious, but you had nothing else to go off of. You quickly told Kenma about it, watching as the posture in his shoulders loosened.

“Ah, so that’s what it was.”

With the hand that was behind his back, Kenma quickly snapped his fingers, conjuring a spell of protection to clear up the negative energy from the marking.

He was suddenly grateful that he left a sigil on the house back when it was left for sale.

Thinking of a diversion, he patted your shoulder.

“Come on, you really believe in those myths?”

“But the symbols?”

“Someone must’ve pulled a prank on you, look.”

He stepped forward, the pads of his fingers touching the carved wood as he peeled the now cleansed markings off with his magic.

You stared in dead silence, a nervous chuckle leaving your lips as you watched him peel the markings off like stickers. So it was just some prank.

Before both of you had the chance of saying anything else, a loud growl emitted from the depths of your stomach. Yet again, your cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as Kenma let out a chuckle.

“Oh right, you must be hungry”

He gestured towards the grocery bags in his hands. You grabbed your keys from your pocket, quickly unlocking the door to finally put down the bags of groceries that were now starting to strain the muscles in your arms.

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“What a day”

You commented under your breath, flopping onto the plush sofa cushions. You sighed into the throw pillows, your thoughts replaying what had happened a few moments prior.

You were glad Kenma was interrupted by a phone call, leaving as soon as he helped set the grocery bags on your kitchen counter as he had an important matter to attend to.

You weren’t sure what you’d say if he’d stayed, your mind wandering back to the possibility of folktales actually being real. It may have been a joke but the fear you felt then was real.

While your mind started to spiral into an internal crisis, your grumbling stomach pulled you out of it.

Getting up, you walked to the kitchen determined to make yourself a tasty meal after the events that occurred today. 

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After cleaning up the mess you made in the kitchen and finishing up your night routine, you dragged yourself to the comfort of your bed.

You sighed in contentment once your body hit the mattress. Snuggling up in your sheets, you closed your eyes letting sleep wash over you.

It had been a few hours since the encounter Kenma had with you, he’d just come home, eyelids drooping heavily over his eyes.

Before he allowed himself to go to sleep, he walked towards his workroom, gathering materials from his cabinets to make a few things.

While you were off in dreamland, Kenma buried a few protection jars in your garden and placed a few crystals of obsidian and rose quartz along the perimeter of your house.

Once he was satisfied, he made a beeline toward his room, waiting for his mind to plague with unconsciousness.

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Hungry | Damian Wayne

paring: older!Damian Wayne x vampire!reader (gender neutral)

request: Can you write a damian wayne x reader where the reader is a vampire with marceline’s powers?

rating: fluff

warnings: mentions of blood but nothing graphic

word count: 398

note: This request is really cute, I might make separate fics with the same vampire reader asldj also sorry it’s short, I’m having writer’s block.

You were in Damian’s room, humming as you strum the strings on your guitar. Your ears perked up as you heard light footsteps coming from outside. You stopped the vibrations of the cord with the tip of your finger to get a better listen. Floating towards the window you spotted Damian climbing his way up to the balcony. With a devious smile, you hid in the darkness prepared to scare your boyfriend. 

You grinned when you heard the balcony doors open, watching his shadowed silhouette on the wooden floor. When his back was turned to you, grabbing clothes from his dresser, you pounced on him.

“Boo!”

You whispered in his ear, wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt his muscles tense before he turned his head to look at you, giving you an unamused expression. You flashed your fangs in a mischievous grin, before placing a kiss on the vein of his neck.

“I missed you.” You whined in the crook of his neck. He hummed beginning to take off his suit, starting with his gloves. “I missed you too, beloved.” He replied turning around to face you, cupping your face with his palms to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

After you parted from the kiss, you licked your lips, “I’ve also been feeling a little hungry.” You purred, trailing your fingers down his arm. He scoffed, “Didn’t you already drink the blood bags that were in the fridge.” 

“Okay, but that’s not the same.” You whined. He continued to take off his suit, carefully placing each piece on his armchair before putting on some loose black sweats and a red T-shirt. 

You trailed your finger up his back, watching the red material flatten underneath your digit. You placed your forehead on the middle of his back, “I’m still hungry.” You mumbled. 

He turned around, looking at you with a raised brow. “Okay, just don’t rip anything.” Your eyes twinkled at his permission, placing a kiss on his clothed collarbone before lightly sinking your fangs into the material of his shirt, sucking out the red pigment. 

You let go with a sigh, retracting your fangs before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Thanks, Dami.” Before he can utter a response, you tightly hugged his form, flying over to his bed, plopping you both on his soft bedsheets to take a much-needed nap.

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The Disastrous Life of y/n | Jason Todd

paring: jason todd x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: random experiences of being a citizen in gotham city (pt.1 ?)

warnings: cursing

word count: 1k+

note: this was inspired by a conversation I had with my brother of citizens probably having higher taxes or insurance due to the state’s constant need to repair parts of the city where heroes had a big fight. Like, imagine trying to go home after a long day from a minimum wage job, just to see your car get crushed by the batmobile or see it get thrown by Superman. I would cry.  

**also i didn't know what to name the title so I named it after an anime, hopefully someone gets the reference lafjdslkf**

You quickly made your way towards your favorite bakery, excited to treat yourself with dessert after a hard week of school. Apparently, your teachers didn’t think you had a life outside of class and assigned you loads of homework. You sighed, pushing the assignments to the back of your mind; trying to focus on this one act of self-care to hopefully brighten your sour mood.

You caught a glimpse of the store, feeling giddy as you imagined the sugary taste of your favorite dessert. As you walked closer, your heart faltered.

Closed. The sign read. 

You internally groaned, quickly pulling out your phone to check for bakeries around the area. 

With much disappointment, all bakeries were closed. You scrolled through the news articles and felt your heart drop. “CDC calls for state recall of eggs due to a salmonella outbreak.” 

Great. you thought bitterly. You walked home, thinking that maybe, just maybe you can salvage your day by cuddling up in bed with your boyfriend and watching your favorite movies. 

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You sat down on one of the picnic benches in Grant Park. Sighing in contentment as you looked at the scenery around you. The weather was supposed to be partly cloudy; one of those rare days where the sky wasn’t gloomy and doesn't relentlessly pour rain. You pulled out your laptop and notes, planning to work on assignments as the weather was nicer than usual. After a few minutes into typing your assignment, you felt something land on your head.

You shrugged it off for a second before freezing in your seat. Did a bird just shit on me? You question. You had an internal debate about whether or not your should touch your hair to check. Before you could think of an answer you felt something else drip on your cheek. 

You made your way home, walking past large crowds of the city’s residents. Your shoulders relaxed as you spotted your apartment building. Making your way inside, you quickly wiped your feet on the welcome mat; being careful to not slip on the floor with your wet shoes. As you stepped onto the elevator, you gripped your backpack straps impatiently; watching the number on the screen move towards your floor number. As it was getting there, the elevator slowly came to a stop. You furrowed your brows, pressing your floor number again in hopes that it stopped on the wrong floor. 

Your eyes widened in disgust, cursing at whatever bird that shit on you. After a few more drops landed on your skin you realized it started to rain. 

So much for the nice weather. You thought, quickly packing up your stuff into your backpack. You took out a jacket, smiling at yourself for being prepared; you can never be too safe in Gotham.

You cursed as the lights started flickering. Your hand slipped in your jacket pocket, gripping your phone tightly; ready to turn on your flashlight as soon as the power turned off. Unsurprisingly, the lights turned off. 

Shit. you muttered.

 Turning on your flashlight you shined it against the buttons, pressing the emergency button in hopes that someone would help you or at least let them know you're stuck in there. After a few seconds of pressing, you decided to shoot your boyfriend a text, in hopes that he came from work. 

You stared at your phone for a minute waiting to see the typing bubble. You leaned against the wall of the elevator, sliding down until you hit the floor. Sighing you leaned your head back against the cool metal, waiting for the elevator to move again and a text from your boyfriend.

After a couple of minutes, the lights turned back on. You looked up, watching the screen on the elevator startup before it displayed the floor numbers again. You pressed your number, anxious to get into the comfort of your home. You sighed in relief as the elevator began moving upwards towards your floor; When the doors opened, you sprinted to your apartment door, hastily unlocking it with your keys. 

Closing it behind you with the kick of your foot and locking it, you closed your eyes; basking in the scent of your home. In an attempt to relax, you threw your backpack on the floor, letting your shoulders take a break from the extra weight before taking off your drenched hoody; quickly putting it in the dryer. With a sigh you fell against your couch, curling yourself into a ball. You heard your apartment door handle jiggle, assuming it's your boyfriend you sat up on the sofa. 

As soon as you were met with the face of your loving boyfriend, you ran from the couch throwing your arms around him in a tight hold. “Woah, I missed you to doll.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back. You groaned, shoving your face in the crook of his neck. You felt his hand move from your back, slowly caressing your hair. After a moment you felt him stiffen stopping his movements. You peeked up at him with curious eyes.

His face turned pale, gazing at his hand before looking towards the crown of your head. “I think...” he trailed off, “I think a bird took a shit on you.” You froze, thinking back at your time at the park. You broke away from his hold, running to the shower to wash off the gunk in your hair; hoping that your scented shampoo would do your hair justice. 

Safe to assume you have a grudge against birds.

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You woke up, desperately clinging to the warmth your boyfriend radiated. You snuggled into his bare chest tighter, hoping to drift back to sleep. Your ears perked up as you heard the news playing on the T.V. They were covering the salmonella outbreak that happened a few weeks ago.

“A few of the workers boycotted, demanding more than minimum wage.” The news lady spoke, looking over at her partner to continue the story. You and Jason continued to watch, uttering a few comments.

Jason took a sip of his coffee as the commercials played, “I mean I’m all up for protesting, but they could’ve gotten so many people sick. There’s already 9 cases of salmonella poisoning, I can’t imagine what the numbers would be if the CDC didn’t say anything.” You hummed in agreement.

“So that’s why the bakeries were closed” You muttered aloud. 

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“I just don’t understand why I have to pay that much, like sure I get it, it’s for safety reasons but is it really that necessary?” Your friend complained. 

You were currently at a local café, catching up with your friend. Somehow the conversation steered towards Gotham’s overbearing insurance and taxes. Your friend took a long sip of their coffee, hoping the caffeinated drink could get rid of the bitter taste in their mouth.

You sighed, “Yeah, I get it. My bank sent me an email to apply for Batman insurance.”

Your friend rolled their eyes, “Oh right, How can I forget the ‘Dark Knight Returns’ policy.” You chuckled watching them sink into their seat. “Maybe I should just work in construction, I bet they make good money.” You hummed, “I mean they better, all that work to reconstruct the city only to have it ruined a few days later.”

“Maybe not...” Your friend trailed off, “Geico wouldn’t treat me like this.”

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Mural | Jason Todd

paring: jason todd x reader (gender neutral)

synopsis: after a slow night of patrolling, Jason discovers a graffiti artist.

rating: fluff?

warnings: bad writing :’)

word count: 1k+

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It was one of those rare nights in Gotham where the weather was just right and criminal activity was minimal. Jason hopped across building after building, patrolling the area, looking for anything or anyone in need of help. 

After a couple of hours into patrol, Jason decided to settle in his usual spot. He sat on a ledge of an apartment building, arms pushed out behind him to support his weight while his legs were dangling. A flickering light caught Jason’s attention, he looked down the alleyway, seeing the light coming from a window from an abandoned building.

He quickly hopped over the ledge, sliding down the fire escape ladder before landing gracefully on the balls of his feet. He snuck closer towards the building entrance, hearing muffled noises. He pressed on further, making his steps light to avoid making the floorboards creak. He saw the room where the light was coming from and peeked from the side of the opening. As he looked in, the smell of paint and the sounds of spray cans filled his senses. 

After discovering the source of the light, he was met with a stranger. The stranger was oblivious of his presence, painting without a care in the world. He admired their artwork; the wall displayed caricatures of world leaders scrutinizing the world with cameras. They gracefully painted the wall with quick strokes, placing the finishing touches. He was about to comment before he accidentally kicked over a can of spray paint. The stranger whipped their head around freezing as they spotted the Red Hood in all his glory.

Assuming they were going to make a run for it, Jason slowly stepped towards the doorway, blocking the entrance. “You know that’s vandalism, right?” He commented after a few moments of silence. The person let out a huff, narrowing their eyes at him for a second before turning back around to resume their work. “That’s funny, you’re talking as if you abide by the law.” Their voice coming out slightly muffled from under their mask. 

Jason smirked at their sassiness, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest. While watching the artist, he noticed them glancing towards an opened book. Looking closer, he recognized it as a sketchbook; he looked over the opened page which was filled with messy doodles. His attention was immediately caught by the sketch outlined with marker.

His head perked up when the sounds of spraying stopped, looking over to the artist to see them lazily putting their paints back into the duffle bag. They took off their headlamp along with their respirator mask, letting the cold air from the building cool their sweaty skin. With a sigh they leaned back, looking over their work. With a satisfied nod, they picked up their duffle bag slinging it across their shoulder before taking their face mask out of their jacket’s pocket. Adjusting it to their face, they grabbed their sketchbook taking a glance at the vigilante.

“All right, I’ll be out of your hair now.” With a small wave, they made their way out of the building, walking towards the direction of their house. Jason let out a chuckle, looking over the artwork himself. After a few moments, his phone buzzed. He fished it out from his leather jacket seeing a text from Dick. 

‘B needs you. ASAP’

With a roll of his eyes, he replied. Quickly taking a picture of the art before making his way to the Batcave. ----

Jason let out an exhausted sigh, after that rare peaceful night of Gotham city, the world resumed again. Criminal activity picking up making breaks rare for the vigilante.

He jumped across familiar buildings, making his way towards his spot before he spotted the stranger. This time they were sitting in his spot, looking out towards the busy road. He made his footsteps heavier, in an attempt to not startle them and let them know of his presence. They whipped around when they heard footsteps, grinning when they were met with the Red Hood.

“You’re in my spot.” They scoffed, “I don’t see your name on it.” He hummed in amusement “Check again.” They raised their brow, getting up from the ledge to find his name. “Oh,” they muttered seeing R.H engraved on the concrete of the rooftop. 

They shook their head, “Anyways, I wanted to show you something.” They quietly walked towards the small building that leads to the staircase inside. Jason walked over, noticing a cover plastered on the wall. “What’s this?” He questioned, they bit their lip in nervousness, letting out a breath of air before pulling the string attached to the cover, allowing it to fall.

A big smile plastered on Jason’s face as he admired the Red Hood mural on the wall. He walked closer, looking over the details; placing his gloved hand on the wall to feel the texture. After a moment, the stranger broke the silence “So, what do you think?” They glanced at the vigilante’s mask in an attempt to read his expression. “It’s..it’s just...wow.” He was at a loss for words.

All types of emotions hit Jason, he never thought that someone would take the time to create him something as a token of appreciation. In fact, he was sure the public opinion on Red Hood was shaky.

He continued to gawk at the mural. I look pretty badass he thought looking over the details on his suit and guns. He looked over the various patches and pins that decorated his leather jacket; his eyes catching the stranger’s mascot dangling from his belt like a keychain.

“Thank you.” He said, looking back towards the stranger. They laughed nervously, playing with the strings on their hoodie, “No problem, I thought I should owe you after you didn’t rat me out to the police last time.” They said, reminiscing of the night in the abounded building. “And maybe because you’re my favorite hero.” They muttered shyly.

Jason chuckled looking at the shy expression on the stranger’s face. “But really...thank you. I mean it.” The stranger shot him a soft smile. “Well, now you can say this whole place has your name written on it.” They joked.

“I gotta ask, what’s your name?” He looked at the stranger, “I’m y/n.”

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