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(n). a moment to slow down and appreciate the good things in life.

➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/reader

➵ word count: 9.4k

➵ genre: tooth rotting fluff

➵ warnings: none

➵ summary: saiki orders suggests that you and he hang out. you agree, knowing full well it’s a date, despite his denial. things don’t go as planned as the two of you run into your classmates. you all end up spending time at a cafe.

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chapter three - heat (damian wayne x reader)

a/n: ok.. I’ve been gone for some time, but i’m back and i’ve gotta get myself motivated to write! i’m so excited to write this, there will probably be like three more chapters of this!! (: also tell me if the dividers are okay!!

warnings: established character death and maybe?? one curse word. 

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Damian Wayne was special. He needed exactly three bags of sugar and a quarter cup of milk, a croissant with two butter squares on the side, lightly sprinkled with salt. And Although he had manners, he had an attitude that could get the best of him; especially when cracking a joke about him. 

Yet, with him visiting the cafe during your breaks and after closing time, you realized that was just him. A snarky teenage boy who could barely give a joke without it landing flat. And you enjoyed it, you looked forward to it; in hopes, he did too.

With the start of August, the school year had been approaching quickly, faster than you would’ve liked for a new school. It had calmed your nerves slightly when Damian had mentioned the fact that he was homeschooled for most of his life, but started high school at Gotham Preparatory last year. 

And although he hadn’t outrightly said he was nervous, or any emotions for that matter; the thought of him trying to empathize with you brought a little bit of a smile to your face. It was an attempt, even if it didn’t sound like it; it was definitely the best he could give. 

Shaking your head to focus, you sat down across from Damian after placing the cup of coffee in front of him. He nodded thanks and you smiled in return as he ripped open the sugar packets, stirring his coffee slowly. 

You watched as he placed the spoon down onto the napkin you handed him, mustering up as much courage as you needed to open your mouth. 

��Is there something you need?” Jumping in your seat after being caught, you quickly nodded. Well, shit. There went your chance of making this easier for yourself. 

“I wanted- Well, we wanted to know if you wanted to stay for dinner.” You looked up at him expectantly, but with the lack of a response, you quickly voted to continue talking. 

“Y’know, because you like, are always coming for an hour or so every couple of days, so we were just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with us. My aunt’s cooking! I’m not sure if you’re even busy, but I just thought it’d be nice-”

He nodded, putting up a hand to cut you off, “It would. I’ll stay then.” 

Regardless with the smile on your face, you rolled your eyes. “You know, sometimes you make it hard to not wanna slap your hand out of existence.” 

Damian smirked lightly, before picking up the mug, “Get in line.” 

Your aunt clapped her hands together seeing you and Damian walk up the stairs, smiling brightly regardless of Damian’s permanent scowl. “Was just about to call you two to come up! Food isn’t done, so you two can just hang out in Y/N’s room until then.” 

You nodded, gearing your head towards Damian to continue following you upstairs. As you two made it to your floor, you turned to him holding the handle gently. “Sorry if my aunt is a lot, she’s just excited to see me making friends.” 

Without letting him respond to your statement, you pushed open your door, letting him walk in and shutting the door behind you. Damian stood waiting for any instructions where to sit or be.

Of course, this was what your room was going to look like, walls of endless photos of you and people your age, your family, and even of places. And in none did you look unhappy. He averted his eyes back to you, pretending as if he hadn’t scanned your room once over.  

“I’m just gonna look at stuff for my classes, but you can take a look around if you want or sit at my desk; there isn’t really much.” He nodded as you opened up your laptop, eyes quickly focused on the blaring screen. 

Damian softly took a step to one of the many walls covered in photographs, eyeing the ones with you and a couple of a girl and boy. You were all soaked, your hand grasping onto a water balloon. Your friends, he assumed. As he turned to you, your eyes were already glued onto him, as if waiting to see what he would say.

When he opted for silence, you took it upon yourself to explain which one he was looking at. “Are you looking at the water balloon fight one?” He nodded, crossing his arms. “Those are good friends of mine. That was in middle school if I remember correctly.” 

Damian continued to look at the wall, his eyes landed on one with you, your aunt, and a boy who looked a couple of years older than you. You and he were wearing holiday sweaters that looked like they lit up in festive colors, his arm keeping you in a headlock. It felt like a fun photo, regardless of how upset you looked. 

A small ounce of joy filled his chest. Remembering that he had finally gotten to experience what having siblings was like for the first time, how even now he was trying to adjust to life fully with all of them. Damian looked back to the photo of you two, then turned to you. “Is this your relative, the one in the holiday sweaters?” 

You quickly looked up from your screen, your face growing somber slowly. Damian took note of that. “Uh- yeah. That’s my brother.”

Damian nodded, spotting his face in countless photos around the room, “Is he attending college currently?” 

You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds before shaking your head. You hadn’t expected Damian to ask about him. You closed your laptop, preparing for the awkwardness and residential sadness in your mind to come. Glancing back at Damian, you played with your thumbs. “No, he passed away last summer. His name was Maxwell.”

Damian nodded, struggling to find the right words. He wouldn’t have asked if he knew, but if he hadn’t asked he would have never known.

Yet, seeing you sitting there, he regretted it regardless.

You looked sick. As if you had smelled something atrocious, tasted something spoiled. You looked like you still were mulling on it, quite constantly. 

He cleared his throat sitting at the seat next to your desk. “Growing up, the dead were never really dead.” You looked up at him and Damian hoped and asked any god who would listen that you got what he was trying to say. That he was trying, really trying, to empathize and tell you that he understood where you were coming from. 

You nodded slightly, shooting him a small smile. Damian’s shoulders dropped slightly, his mind relaxing again seeing your face. “Thanks. He would’ve endlessly made fun of you.” 

Damian scoffed, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms again, “It seems a common occurrence in this family.” 

As you opened your mouth to respond, your aunt yelled at the two of you to come downstairs. 

Closing your laptop, you trailed behind Damian as he walked down the stairs at a steady pace. You watched as he went down slowly, narrowing your eyes. Could this kid be anymore boring? 

You quickly went down to his step and pushed him slightly out of the way, a smile on your face, “Move it, slow-poke! Some people are trying to get a good seat!” Damian lightly hit the railing before watching you try to rush ahead of him. If that was how it was going to be with you, Damian could adapt very quickly. 

He tailed behind you, pushing your shoulder gently as he made it to the bottom of the steps. “You lose, I win.” You rolled your eyes, as you finally stepped down in front of him, a smile on your face.

“I didn’t even say it was a race!”

“You definitely insinuated it.”

“I did not!” 

“Did too.”

“Di-” You two paused your banter as your Aunt walked up to you, hand on her hip.

“Are you two done? The food’s at the table, you nutheads.” She smiled and shook her head as she walked away from the two of you, embarrassment slowly seeping into your body.

“Well, you were barely any competition regardless.” You gasped in annoyance, punching his arm lightly. Damian turned to follow you to the table, his face holding a small smile. 

At the table sat wings, fries, and other finger foods; your Aunt’s arms outspread, presenting her dishes to you both. “I know it’s a bit messy, but I really wanted to try some new dry rubs! C’mon, sit down, sit down!” You both sat across from your Aunt; you right away, thanking her endlessly for the food. 

Damian rolled up his sleeves picking up a couple of fries. He bit into one, nodding his head. “It’s good. I just forgot to mention I’m vegetarian.” You turned to him quickly, wiping your mouth.

“You should’ve said something!” Damian shook his head at your statement, putting up his hand to stop you from continuing. 

You narrowed your eyes at him as he held a straight face. The hand? Oh, so this is how we were playing it. “I’m literally going to bite your hand off.”

 Damian narrowed his eyes back, straightening his fingers, “I have four older siblings, one being a sister. You don’t scare me.” 

Taz slammed her hand down onto the table, both of you turned towards her and she smirked at you two. “Is this all you two do? Act like a bunch of annoying kids?” As you both went to respond to her, she waved you both off. 

Your Aunt sighed, taking out her phone. She faced Damian, giving him an amused smile. “Damian, you should have said earlier. Now, let go order something around here for you.” 

After Damian’s veggie burger arrived, dinner ended quickly with the laughter and banter coming along with it. As you brought the dishes to the sink to wash, Damian leaned against the counter next to the sink. 

You turned to him giving him a soft smile, “Thanks for staying for dinner, it was really fun. And, you are always welcomed to stay for it again.” He nodded, then pulled out his phone to see his notifications. 

Damian pushed off of the counter, walking towards the coat rack, to grab his sweater. He turned to your aunt, waving her goodbye before turning to you. “My car is downstairs, I’ll be back next week.” You smiled at him, opening the door for him. 

“Here, I’ll walk you down.” You trailed behind him walking through the kitchen, then the tables to the front door.

You grabbed his forearm, tugging his sweater lightly. “Before you go, put your number in my phone! Y’know, just so we have an easier way to talk.” Damian looked down at your phone, then back up at you before nodding and putting it in. He opened the front door and walked into the limousine double-parked in front of your bakery. 

As you waved him from the door, the window rolled down slowly to show Damian smirking back at you. 

He shouted from the car, “Perhaps next time you’ll win the stairs race!” With a middle finger raised at him, the car drove away into the dark streets of Gotham. 

Damian pulled out his phone from under his pillow, eyes narrowed trying to adjust to the bright screen.

unknown: hey!!!! Its y/n (:

unknown: wait omg its pretty late

unknown: sorry ok ill leave u alone

unknown: wait when r u coming again

unknown: nvm gn

You: Please go to bed. 

unknown: !! hey

You: or I’ll block you.

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stargazing | remus lupin

Pairings: remus lupin x wife!reader, remus lupin x daughter

Summary: Remus has a talk with his daughter about his friends while enjoying a night of stargazing.

Words: 1.4k

Wanrings: just a lil teeny bit sad but it’s mostly fluffy

A/N: Okay so Ren @peachesandpinks​ and I were talking and she came up with this idea and its sooooo cute I just had to write it. Some of these are Ren’s words (I did try to mix my own in there) so I can’t really take full credit for some of the dialogue in this. I love adding lil quotes into my work so SUE ME FOR IT I SAW THE OPPORTUNITY FOR THE OSCAR WILDE QUOTE AND I TOOK IT. Anyways… flashbacks are in italics.

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Remus walked out onto the front porch of his house. It was a summer evening, the sun was almost gone, and Remus felt a shiver crawl up his spine when the wind hit his back.

He looked over to the left of the porch to see his daughter crawled up on Y/N’s lap. Y/N seemed to be fast asleep, a children’s book lay facedown on the ground.

But their daughter seemed wide awake, she was picking at Y/N’s sleeves and trying to braid her hair. Remus laughed a little at the sight, walking over to the both of them and tapping his daughter on the shoulder.

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a/n: heeeere's chapter two!!!! it's just a funny chapter for now, but here's a bunch of texts to read between the reader and peter and peter and his friends.

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yak yak yak chapter 2 of meet the distance coming ouuut!!!! in a couple of hours it'll be up with double the content from chapter 1!!! very excited. chapter three is going to be even better and cuter.

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stardust

word count: a short 1.3k :)

summary: peter loves his girlfriend. she loves him. they talk.

warnings: listen. this is entirely fluff. someone says fuck once. it’s good and i love it and i hope you do too

note: this has. like no plot it’s just soft and lovely and it’s a feel good fic bc school started and I think we all need it (also he looks Very nice in this gif I-)

Peter’s hands were rough. Even with his accelerated healing or whatever you’d like to call it, they were worn. Not just from fighting though. He had callouses on his fingers from where his pencils had rubbed since he was just learning to write. He had a scar on the side of his hand, just below his thumb, where he had been cutting an apple when the knife slipped (May had freaked out, and Ben just rolled his eyes lovingly before he wrapped some bandages around Peter’s hand).

But her hands were soft, delicate. Her touch was light, always. Even in the way she wrote, it was quick, scrawling words across the page in a fleeting manner, but every loop in her letters, every dot above an “i” was done in such a caring way. Her fingers were always light on his cheek, her thumb rubbing circles onto his cheekbone.

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Strawberry Scented Dreams

Overview: The 3 Times Todoroki Falls Asleep On You + The 1 Time You Fall Asleep On Him. Shouto is always sleepy and needs some rest, and your shoulder just happens to be the comfiest place to get it.

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Word Count: 3,697

Warning(s): Language, tooth-rotting fluff.

Author’s Note: This is so self-indulgent I literally have no words, LOL. I just wish Shouto were real so this could happen. *cries* A girl can dream.

1ST TIME: DURING A CLASS 1-A MOVIE NIGHT

“All in favor of a Twilight movie marathon say I!”

“No way in hell, Raccoon Eyes,” roared Bakugou, voicing the general consensus of Class 1-A.

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chapter one - meet the distance

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a/n: yeah!!!!! here's chapter one (: i'm really excited to do this. adding some characters from cartoons and comics because... i love them...

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just say the word & i’ll be yours

idk what this is but. i have feelings about being hugged by Steve Harrington and then this happened! also adjusted the timeline a bit, cuz why not! it ups the angst factor!

Summary: When the Russians take the reader down in the base, Steve realizes just how much he cares for them

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: blood, violence mention, cursing

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Steve Harrington has never cared less for his own survival than he does right now.

When the Russians took you out of the room, they didn’t bother to tie Steve back up; they know just as well as he that all the power is in their hands, and with you in their hands, too, Steve is even more powerless. If he fights, you die. If he tries to escape, you die.

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meet the distance - prologue (peter parker x reader)

summary: Tony Stark thinks Peter Parker has no superhero friends, Tony forces him to text someone he thinks will understand the boy a bit.

pairing: wakandan!udaku!reader x peter parker

warnings: long-distance relationship(well start of one), extreme teenage awkwardness. kind of that “perfect mcu world” feel to it.

a/n: yes! some of this will be a smau fic because i wanted to test it out and see what formatting i liked for it. there will still be writing. been thinking ‘bout writing this for some time already (:

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Peter stared dauntingly at the number typed into his phone. He knew he was going to text you at some point, Tony said you were expecting it; but that seemed to just make it worse, pressuring almost.

What was he going to say? What was he supposed to say? ‘Hello, I’m Peter’, sounded so formal, it made him cringe just thinking about if he had sent that as the first text.

Tony had never made it easy for Peter and he wouldn't as he continued to breathe on this earth; not even when it came to helping Peter make friends.

Yes, he had friends. Yes, Peter was comfortable with the amount he had, but when had Tony ever cared for comfort that wasn't wrapped in leather?

He had insisted Peter needed, ‘Superhero Besties.’ Something all superheroes had, a companion to share the burden with, someone his age that would understand him completely.

Yet, as headstrong as Peter accepted to take the number after getting called chicken, he sat in his room with the note opened on his phone, staring blankly.

You were a princess. A process from a hidden world. Born into a life of wealth, privilege, and perfection. And Peter seemed to lack in all of those qualifications. He was a nerd from queens who had to pay $2.75 to travel an hour to get to school in Manhattan. And from the stories he had heard about how beautiful and amazing your land was, he doubted you’d ever been on public transportation in your years of living.

So, he shut off his phone, going to sit with May on the couch with takeout as they continued to watch ‘Parks and Recreation’.

He’d text you later.

Definitely.

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Peter and Ned stared at the unopened message from you. A message sent five hours ago.

Peter hadn't texted you, in fact, it had been three days since he was given your number. And somehow, you had more nerve than him to text a complete stranger with a simple hello.

The two stared at your number, as if expecting it to disappear in thin air. Peter really hadn't expected you to reach out to him first, he didn't even know you had his number to begin with. Ned nudged his shoulder, placing Peter’s phone on the table in front of them, “Dude, she sent this text hours ago.”

Peter sighed dragging his hands over his face, “Yeah I know, I know. But, like, I don't even know her. And I’m intimidated by literally everyone.” Ned smiled sympathetically at Peter before the two turned around to a chortle; Michelle crossed her arms looking at the two expectantly.

“You could just, I don't know, say hi?” She glances at the phone, Peter quickly covering it in embarrassment.

“It's not that simple, she texted me hours ago-”

“So wouldn't it just be good to reply now? Get it over with?”

The two stared at each other as the words died in Peter’s throat. She was right (as always) and Peter was making this ten times more complicated than it had to be. Maybe he was just letting his nerves get the best of him.

So with quick thumbs, Peter typed a short message in reply; anxiously awaiting your reply.

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hello! pt. 3 of heat (my damian wayne fic) will be posted sometime this week, and i'm going to be making a requests guidelines with fandoms and more; so that you're aware of what i write! (:

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chapter two - heat (damian wayne)

a/n: second chapter!!!!! this one is a little more of an improvement between them, but i promise after this that there will be more development. (especially during the school year!) requests are open!! also into marvel and loads of movies/tv shows.

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ch. 1

Your aunt let out an incredulous laugh out, wrapping her arms around your mortified frame.

“W-we’re gonna go bankrupt! And we’ll never have a store again because of me! And we’ll be homeless! What’s wrong with me, oh my god, oh my god.” You continued to rant behind the counter with your aunt as she continued laughing. What had you done? Disrespecting a Wayne, and especially in your part of the city? You had a standard amount of customers, but if given a bad reputation would demolish you two forever. 

“It’s okay. We’ll be okay.” She looked down at you, a soft smile present on her face. 

“What harm could such a little brat do? Don’t worry your big head off, okay?” But, regardless of her reassurance, you knew she was wrong. He could do anything in order to put down your reputation. With a deep exhale and a nod, you wiped your sweaty hands on your apron and turned towards the door to continue another day.

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Damian had had a horrible morning. And you had made it worse. 

Was he dumb? That simple mistake could’ve been made by anyone, but he wasn’t anyone. What would someone say if they found out Bruce Wayne’s son couldn’t write a line correctly? Absolutely mortifying. He had worked so hard for his image to the public, but even harder for the one at home and he wasn’t going to let some waitress ruin him with something as simple as that.

But again. He had a horrible morning, and although you had made it worse, he didn’t mean to be intentionally rude to you. And yes, maybe he was being dramatic, but with his father telling him he couldn’t go on as many missions or patrols at night during the school year, had built up in him.

He had been doing his work and like any other teenager, it was last minute. He hadn’t made this a habit of course, but he was so busy throughout the summer; it barely cleared his mind of the schoolwork. It wasn’t even a lot, just simple coding; but the sound his brothers were protruding was insufferable. Did they really all have to be playing scrabble? Duke had the lead and Dick had clearly been trying to beat him silently, but Jason. God, Jason had no refrain from shouting about how something wasn’t a word but then misspelling his on his own turn. And Damian had had enough.

“You do know that there is a multitude of places to play that? Here is not one of them.” As all of his brothers looked at him, they all snickered lowly on his comment. And yet, without a second thought, they turned back to the game without responding to Damian. 

Damian sighed loudly, “You do understand that I am studying, right?” 

“Yes. And yes, we know there are other places, but we're having fun, y’know? We don’t care.” With a slight chuckle, Jason leaned back in his chair.

Dick shook his head, turning towards Damian, “Although I disagree that we don’t care, we do, I also think you should have fun every once in a while.” 

Damian rolled his eyes. ‘Think you should have fun every once in a while.’ This brought him enjoyment! With a slam of his laptop, he stood up abruptly, ignoring the calls of his brothers.

He walked to the library, sitting at one of the desks in the corner. This. This is what he needed. Silence and his work, a perfect recipe for completion. With that, he began his work again, the clicking of keys continued.

“Finally doing homework? It feels nice to see you act like a normal teenager.” Damian snapped towards his father’s voice, his annoyance rising back up.

“With no disrespect, I came here to escape people, father.”

“I know. I wanted to have an important conversation with you.” He sat at the edge of the table, hands supporting him. 

And that’s when he told him. Although Bruce said all of this with ease (as if he had practiced the speech), Damian knew Bruce expected the backlash that this would’ve caused.

Damian slammed his laptop shut, silencing his dad’s reasoning, immediately exiting the library and the manor. With a quick flick of the hand, Alfred begrudgingly followed him to the family car. Damian needed a break from this family.

Was he joking? Damian couldn’t even fathom words to describe how inexplicably tiny and thrown aside he felt. Maybe it was the inner only child, but the fact that Bruce was okay with him staying home just brought more questions. Like, did he ever really need him? And did he think Damian wasn’t capable of handling two lives at once? He had already shown his worth in the past years, but this felt like it was for nothing. That all this pressure brought upon him was just wasted in that single moment.

But, being in the car on the way back silenced his thoughts. He knew better than to just assume what his father was thinking. Yet, it didn’t make it hurt less. 

And, yes, maybe he was being a bit too dramatic and now felt guilty about his outbursts, but he knew better now than to just ignore things like this. 

So he was going to apologize to you, face-to-face. Not sending a gift basket like his father, or joking about it like Tim; a straightforward apology. 

Now getting the confidence to do so was his only obstacle.

The next day, Damian rose from his bed determined to fix his wrongs. With a quick sequence of getting ready, he headed to the door for his short trip to the bakery cafe. The only other obstacle was getting past his brothers without them noticing. 

Yes, Damian was trained in stealth, but so were his brothers. And even if he was caught and could lie, Tim would have smelled the excuse from miles away.

So with quick footsteps to the door, Damian chose a direct walk to the door rather than being suspicious; which had backfired. Instead of them not caring what he was doing, they subtly called for him to come into the room. With a huff, Damian leaned against the Dining room door frame; Jason coughing to clear his throat up to speak. 

“You do know that we have an obligation to know where you go, right?”

Damian rolled his eyes, “Which is? Set by?” Tim snickered, another spoon of sugary cereal shoved into his mouth. 

“Which is we’re family and set by my ass, who cares, why are you so nervous about telling us?” Damian sighed. It didn’t have to be this complicated, but of course, it was.

Jason sat, awaiting Damian’s response to his question, but Damian simply turned on his heel and sped out of the room.

A very, very terrible decision on Damian’s part. He knew how fast they could find him.

But that just gave him a little more of a challenge, didn’t it?

                                                        ——

You hadn’t expected him to come back after his outburst at you, so immediately your Aunt did the most logical thing. 

She took his order. Why would you go back? He could still be displeased about the whole ordeal, and you especially; considering his outburst and dramatic exit.

Damian took immediate notice of your stance on him being here: away. Very far, far away. 

Well, of course, you would have. He looked up to see a strained smile from your Aunt’s face, the grip on the pen tightening. “What would you like to order, sir?”

Damian blanked. Would he tell her his plan for forgiveness? Was this whole ordeal stupid, even to her? He wanted to apologize directly so that he wasn’t a “common Wayne”, but his own person; who took actions in his own life.

Quickly, he glanced back up at her and nodded, “I came to apologize, but it seems she’s not alright with it yet. I’ll wait.” Taz’s face contorted into one of confusion and he flipped through the menu.

“I’ll also have a cup of coffee, milk on the side. Thank you.”

And so came the next four days of Damian running out of his home, waiting to apologize to you. 

Taz and you leaned against the counter as you both watched him. Four days? In a row? Just to apologize to you. 

“He’s been sitting there for almost ten minutes, go take his order.” You sharply turned to your Aunt and shook your head.

You turned to her and whispered, “I dealt with the last douchebag, which was literally him.” 

She rolled her eyes, “If you go, I’ll give you off next Friday.” And with that, you were past the doorway.

His eyes snapped up to follow your figure towards him, your anxiousness spiking. So it began.

“What would you like to order today, sir?” And without a second thought, he ignored your question and cleared his throat.

“I’d like to apologize. I was being brash and rude; and yes, a douchebag,” Your face reddened by that. “And I would like to make it up to you, I don’t want to be known as that customer.” 

You let out a breath of air you hadn’t known you were holding. He stared back at you expectantly, as if requesting for you to say something to him. Wiping your sweaty palms on your apron. “Thank you,” You shifted your weight between your heels. “I’m not really used to people apologizing; especially in this city.” 

He nodded, then stuck out his hand. “I’m Damian Wayne.” 

You smiled at him, grasping yours in his, “So I’ve been told. Y/n L/n.” He gave a short smile, then dropped his hand. 

“I look forward to coming here more often.”

 After an exchange of his order, you rushed back to the kitchen with reddened cheeks and a smile on your face. ‘I look forward to coming here more often.’ Replaying those words in your head only encouraged a brighter smile. He really had said that, and it might’ve been a jump to assume, but because of you.  Your aunt shook her head at you, waiting for any details about what happened. 

“He apologized.” You finally spoke leaning against the counter, helping her package treats. 

She smirked at you playfully, watching you intently, “That all?” 

And although it would’ve been a nice story to re-encounter, the subtle feeling of keeping this shared moment to yourself made it a bit more heartfelt. So with that, you replied, “Mmhm.”

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For the next three weeks, Damian came into the cafe on multiple occasions to do schoolwork, or even have a short conversation with you. It felt good, seeing him at his usual table towards the closing hours, you could get a break and subtly interact with him during your shift. 

“Are you even reading that? You’ve been on the same page for the last five minutes.” He immediately looked up to you, standing above his table with a hand on your hip. 

He placed the bookmark, rolling his shoulders back. “Absolutely not. This book brings me no content and is definitely one of- if not, the most boring books I have ever read.” You let out a laugh, shaking your head. 

 You sat across from him, realizing no one else was in the shop. Business had been slow today, but that wasn’t always bad; it meant a break. Your aunt began cleaning the tables around you two, picking up plates and mugs left behind by the last customers. You picked up the book in your hands, examining it. “It’s so small though, shouldn’t it be a quick read for you?”

Damian nodded, “I guess. I feel like you should be able to find a way to enjoy any activity; it took me a long time to learn that.”

As you opened your mouth to respond, your aunt coughed to catch both of your attention. “So, Damian, what school do you go to? Y/n is going to be starting the new school year at Gotham Prep Academy.” You glanced at her, raising your eyebrow at her question. Specific, a little too specific. 

“I also go to that school, so she’ll luckily have someone to help her out.” Aunt Taz smiled at the both of you, before grabbing the broom and sweeping lightly. 

You sighed inwardly and looked up to him. His face held barely any emotion, but it didn’t seem to bother you. It wasn’t a forced smile, or a judgmental look to what had happened three seconds ago and although it wasn’t a reaction to it; it wasn’t opinions on it either.

“I’m sorry if she was getting personal, we aren’t even that close of friends. She just is always curious about new friends.” Damian nodded, finally giving you a closed smile. 

Damian reached out to put his book away. “I understand, my family tends to be the same way about new people.”

As he closed his bag, he got up and pushed in his chair. He glanced at you, “I’ll be looking forward to sharing classes with you.”

You smiled at him. Nodding. “I am too. See you soon, Damian.” And as he walked out, you waved him off, seeing him go into the black car that always picked him up. 

Your Aunt chuckled behind you, shaking her head. “Jeez, he’s so awkward, it makes me feel awkward.” You laughed, defensively turning to Aunt Taz.

“He is not! Be nice and stop scaring my new friend off!” You playfully stuck your tongue at her as she lighting bumped your side. 

You two walked into the kitchen preparing for tomorrow’s day of work, your laughter followed along. 

[peachestinks]

masterlist 

d.c.

damian wayne

- heat: damian learns a thing or two about respect. he also learns that coffee is pretty good from that little café downtown. (ongoing!)

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

marvel

peter parker

-meet the distance: Tony Stark thinks Peter Parker has no superhero friends, Tony forces him to text someone he thinks will understand the boy a bit. (social media au!) (ongoing!)

prologue pt.1 pt.2

[peachestinks]

chapter one - heat (damian wayne x reader)

a/n: loosely based around bh6 (no need for prior knowledge though! but u should check it out, it’s very sweet) in the terms of relationship with aunt and older brother, does not go farther than that! Just a small introduction chapter, next ones will be longer. please tell me what you think and be on the lookout for chapter two coming out soon (:

warnings: aftermath of panic (result from dream), rude damian, and established character death. 

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Kicking off the blanket had been a much harder task than it should have, although, who could blame you? Your sweaty palms had made everything harder to grip. Sadly, “Sweaty palms” did not describe the rest of your body. Your timid fingers went to wipe the sweat above your lips, the saltiness finally reaching your mouth. 

You wavered back and forth, your mind trying to piece apart reality and the past. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Your chest hurt so goddamn much that it felt as if someone was stacking books on it, a library that never ended.

And God, did the smell and taste of sweat make you feel worse.

Disgusting. That taste and your dream. Disgusting. 

Moving back to rest yourself on your backboard, you suddenly realized how damp your shirt was. Way too early for this.

You quickly glanced at your bedside clock, it checked 4:39 A.M. It was most definitely too early for this shit. 

Trying to go back to sleep after that dream was out of the question. Why would you try something that you couldn’t achieve? And you knew better than to go back to sleep after attacks like this.

You knew better.

Always had and always would. 

Getting up, you peeled off your socks, letting your sweaty feet meet the cold floor. Not wanting to disturb your aunt, you threaded down the stairs carefully, soft pats following your movement down to the bakery.

As you made it to the bottom floor, your aunt seemed to have heard you and waited until you arrived. 

“Rough night, huh?”, she started. “Y’know, he would have wanted you to get help. Especially now, like, talking to someone, kid.” She gave you a lopsided smile to which you didn't respond to. Instead, you lead yourself to one of the stools on the other side. 

“How’re those danishes so far, Aunt Taz?” She shook her head at your response, but then looked up at you with a smile. 

“Oh, you know, waiting for that little sleepless girl to come back and bake ‘em.” You snorted and threw a rag at her, smiling widely. 

“Maybe she’ll help for a bit.” And as your Aunt went to open her mouth, you interrupted her, “Hey! Stop planning! I said ‘maybe’, you maniac.” She laughed as she ruffled your hair, ushering you to get up. 

Why not make the most of the morning? Baking with your Aunt and getting ready to open was always a bit fun.

Walking to get your apron from behind the counter, you caught a glance at a raggedy photo held by faded washi-tape. 

It was of you and him. 

He looked so happy, so full of life and it hurt to see photos like that everywhere around the brownstone. It hurt now, regardless of being joyous a second ago. 

That day had been great; not only had you gotten into your school of choice with a scholarship, but he had gotten into a college in Central City alongside an internship at S.T.A.R laboratories. Aunt Taz had ordered Thai takeout and bought the Goofy Movie (which at the time had been your favourite movie to watch) for the night. The picture showed the two of you with noodles hanging out of your mouths, laughing crazily.

And although you thought you had gotten better since it happened, you felt tired staring at that photo. As if it had drained you in the seconds of just glancing at it. As if it was an open wound that had been open for so long, it infected and now stung. 

You broke out of your mental cycle after hearing metal bowls in the kitchen drop to the tiled flooring. You poked your head into the side of the doorframe, smiling at your Aunt. “I can’t even leave you alone for a second, huh?”

Instead of her fighting back, you received a moist rag to your face.

Perfect, just perfect.

As fast as it became 5, it soon was six; and officially the shop was open to its usuals and city natives. Your aunt would work cashier and you would take care of the few tables you had sprawled around, so the day began.

Just as it had the day before and the day before, and the day before. Until he entered. 

He sat at the corner, not bothering to wait to be seated, a scowl present on his face. 

He looked familiar, but why focus on him? He did come in unprompted and seated himself; there were those reasons. But, he looked like someone, someone you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

Turning to face your aunt, you leaned on the counter, getting her attention. “We have a new person, he’s clearly never heard of being seated, or probably manners.” 

Your aunt laughed, shaking her head, “Well, go ahead and take his order, boogerface.” 

Groaning, you threw your head back, “Nooo! I took the last douche’s order, Rock Paper Scissors me for whoever takes his order! Please!” And as you put your puppy eyes, she rolled her eyes, getting ready for the match.

“You asked for it, kid.” So with two rounds of ties, your aunt had crumbled your scissors with a rock, tossing the notepad in your face, a proud smirk present on hers.

As you turned with an eye roll, your aunt began to continue packing the baked goods of another order, “Go on, walk the path of shame.” 

“It’s your restaurant!”

“That you work at?”

She continued to laugh as you prepared yourself for his order and attitude; it honestly never got easier no matter how many people were rude to the person serving their food.

As you walked up to his table, you flashed a small smile, waiting for him to look up after you let out an, ‘Excuse me, sir.’ And as he looked up and rolled his eyes, you dropped your smile and opened the notepad.

“Are you ready to order? We have specials on the pastries at the counter.” You finished your regular line, he just scoffed and shook his head. Without a reply you leaned into your left foot, awaiting his response.

Why does it even take that long? And with seating himself down, he couldn’t decide what he wanted to eat in that time? Incredibly annoying. That’s what he was.

 Glancing at his computer, you quickly realized why he had been ignoring you, his order, and everything else around him.

He had been coding. And he had been doing it wrong.

Looking over at his screen, you quickly pointed at the screen where the error remained; making his face turn to yours sharply. Immediately pulling your finger back, you cursed in your head. What were you thinking? This was a customer, a customer who already seemed agitated.

“What are you doing?” Had been the only thing to come out of his mouth before you went into a crazed ramble.

“I’m sorry! I just noticed you were doing it wrong- not that it was all wrong, you just had ended it incorrectly, and I just- I just thought that it would’ve been kind to help.” He narrowed his eyes, your hands immediately going to rub your arms in anxiousness. 

“Do not think of what I need. Think about your own life and serving food.” With a slam of his laptop he walked outside with his belongings, shoving your shoulder as he passed you. 

Your aunt had jogged up to you, checking to make sure if you were alright. She had a scowl on her face, her hand going to run through her hair. “I swear he looks familiar, once I find out where his face is from were banning the bastard.” You continued to stay silent to your aunt’s rant as you followed his trip across the street.

“Like who does he think he is? Going into people’s businesses and expecting people to give him five star quality when he can’t do the bare minimum to order. Please! And another thing-”

Aunt Taz soon noticed you were paying her no mind as you continued to look out the window.

Your eyes trailed his form to a long black car, an old man opening the door for him, a signature logo on the car door. 

Ah, how fast your aunt and your eyes widened, that’s who he is.

A Wayne. You had just disrespected a Wayne. How much worse could this day go, honestly?