#✨​put a needle into my spine.✨

[alighted-willow]

I'm upsetty spaghetti, so maybe I'll make chocolate chip cookies tomorrow. Why am I phrasing it like that? Well, it's hard to be upsetty when you're rhyming it with spaghetti.

[prettylittlebrownskingyal]

We Protect Each Other ✨

Damian Wayne X Reader

Request: #3 "stop looking at me like that" from the best friends to lovers with Damian, pretty please? You write him so well!

Note: Thanks for the request angel!! (Btw this is my second time writing this because my computer hates me. So I apologize if it isn’t as satisfactory as I wanted it to be.)

Warnings: none 🥀

You were warm under the blankets Alfred had draped over you. Sleep hazed your vision as the combination of the crackling fire and the patter of raindrops against the window soothed you into repose.

Being tucked up into Damian’s bed was something you always imagined under different circumstances. Usually, ones that involved more movement and less clothing and bit-back curses but for an entirely different reason. You twist under the thick wool and swear as searing pain lances up your left leg.

You shifted your head to the right slightly and find him staring up at you. His sea-green eyes were awash with emotion as his chin lay flat against the mattress. The guilty frown that tainted his face made your stomach twist uncomfortably. You couldn’t help but feel responsible for putting it there and for the internal monologue you knew he was placating himself with.

You don’t shy away from his gaze. His intensity had become something you usually expected, but under the circumstances, the concern written all over his face needled you with annoyance.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you spit, your voice sounding rough even to your own ears.

“Like what?” he returned your tone with a sharp biting snap that made the anger flare up inside you.

“Like this was your fault. Me, nearly breaking my ass was my fault, because I’m clumsy. You’ve always known that.”

His glare softened. “It was my fault too. If I had just…I should have…” his voice trailed off. He slapped his palms flat against the sheets and pushed himself off the floor, stalking around the bed. He gently lowered himself next to you with a drawn-out sigh. “If my reaction time had been better, I would have caught you.”

He sounded small and pathetic and the guilt that lived in your stomach began to crawl up your throat.

“Damian, you don’t know that.”

“It doesn’t matter, TT. I’m supposed to protect you,” he threw his hands up in the air, “And I hate seeing you like this.”

“Hey, we protect each other.”

“I still hate seeing you like this,” he repeats.

“Oh shut up would you?”

You moved to sit up and shift closer to him. His hand automatically went around you, gently moving you until you were comfortably reclined against him. Your back against his broad chest.

In such close proximity, the heat of the fire paled in comparison to the warmth of his body and your brain suddenly reminded you that you were indeed in his bed with a lick of desire that danced up your spine. You quickly pushed the thought away.

You could feel him sighing forlornly into your hair; thoughts of guilt raced through his mind so loudly that you could almost hear them. Keen on providing a distraction, you tugged his palms into your own, his long, nimble fingers dwarfing yours.

Damian didn’t say a word. He compliantly sat still as you manoeuvred his fingers, twining them into your own until his thumb brushed the side of your index finger.

“One,” you whispered with a gentle rap against his knuckles. “Two, three, four. I declare a thumb war.”

A startled huff of his amusement fluttered against your cheek.

“This is a lost cause. I’m better. I’ll win.”

You knew that, but you had successfully distracted him from his placating thoughts and that was a marvellous victory in your opinion.

After his win in the first game, he lets you defeat him in the second. As you turned your head towards him, a snarky comment bubbling in your mouth, his nose brushed ever so slightly against yours. The words died on your tongue as you both sat frozen, eyes glued to each other's lips.

Thunder cracked outside, loud and raucous. You were only separated by a few centimetres. The flash of lightning that followed was not unexpected, it was almost as if it happened in the room with you as he leaned in ever so slightly, his mouth ghosting against yours. The rains picked up, heavy and pounding against the rafters. Finally, he sealed your lips together.

Kissing him felt like two difficult puzzle pieces fitting into place. A tug in your gut told you it was meant to happen. It was like finally living. Kissing him made the whole world feel alive alive alive.

As you pulled away with one last nip at his bottom lip, the corners of his mouth slid upwards.

“You really are quite clumsy. I’m not sure how I’m going to protect you from walking into your own demise.”