#he's suuuch a babe

[exdeputysonso]

Brad Dourif as Sheriff Bill Douglass | Escape From Terror - The Teresa Stamper Story (1995)

[th3cadav3r]

hi~!!!! Can I have a fic of daisuke x reader on an aquarium date? Female reader preferably. 💙🐠

Prettiest Fish In The Sea

Daisuke X Female Reader

summary: you and your boyfriend Daisuke go on a date to the aquarium, which he’s never been to before

content: established romantic relationship, fluff, pet names, pda, reader is intended to be female but can be gn

author’s note: this was suuuch a cute request oml Dai would definitely love the aquarium🥹

“Baaabe just tell me where we’re goiiing,” Daisuke whines. “I can’t take the suspense anymore!”

You look over at him in the passenger seat with a smirk. “No matter how many times you ask, I’m still not going to tell you”

He pouts and gives you puppy-dog eyes. Those usually work on you, but not this time

You & Daisuke have been dating for about a year now. You figured that you should do something cute for your anniversary but didn’t quite know what. But then you remembered him mentioning a while ago that he had never gotten a chance to go to an aquarium before. Perfect

You arrive not too long after. It doesn’t take long for him to notice the large sign on the front of the building: The Great Reef Aquarium

He looks back at you with a wide, dorky smile on his face before hugging you tightly. “You’re the best, babe!”

“Oh, I know,” you say playfully, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Now c’mon, let’s go!” You take his hand and lead him in

You glance back just in time to see his reaction as you both walk in. His mouth hangs open in awe at the many tanks occupying the room. Some have little fish, others have bigger ones, and one even has jellyfish. His eyes dart from tank to tank; he doesn’t quite know where to look. You can’t help but giggle

Daisuke scurries over to one of the tanks full of thousands of small colourful fish, placing his hands on the glass as he stares at them. “Woahhh”

“They’re pretty, aren’t they?”you ask, placing your hand on his shoulder

“They’re beautiful,” he responds, not looking away from the glass. “I like the pink ones”

“Heh, I knew you would.” You’ve been here quite a few times before, but even you can’t help but be amazed every time you come back

“And look at those over there!” He takes your hand and leads you over to another tank before you could even process what he said

He excitedly drags you along from one tank to the next, pointing out everything he lays eyes on. You and him stare at the jellyfish for no less than ten minutes straight, watching as their forms pulsed and drifted gracefully, almost hypnotically. You occasionally take your eyes off of the kaleidoscope of colours and movement to glance at Daisuke, studying the mesmerised look on his face. It was a long drive to get here, but it was so worth it just to see him like this, with eyes full of wonder and excitement. It reminds you of your own first time at an aquarium and it makes you even happier that you could be here for his first time

You lead him to the touch tank, which you knew he would love. Stingrays, horseshoe crabs, starfish, and even small sharks occupy the shallow tank. You and him kneel by it, observing the creatures go about their lives in their little habitat

“Won’t the sting rays, y’know, sting me?” Daisuke asks with a hint of genuine concern

“No, honey, these won’t sting,” you respond with a giggle

“They don’t?” He focuses back on the water. “I guess they’re just rays then”

You roll your eyes playfully. You should’ve expected that one

“Look! One’s coming over here right now!”

You glance over just in time to see a stingray gliding over just below the water’s surface. You excitedly reach your hand down and Daisuke does the same. It passes through slowly, allowing you to feel its smooth back. You can’t help but feel at ease as your fingers trace along its cold spine, adding a second finger to feel more of its silky skin. There’s really almost no better feeling in the world—

“Holy shit, it’s slimy!”

You visit the underwater tunnels next. The blue light of the water reflects off his face, creating a beautiful pattern on his features. His eyes fixate on a large fish as it swims from one side to the other, followed by a school of smaller fish

He never lets go of your hand as you walk through the tunnel. You both look around, pointing at all the cool creatures you see. It isn’t too crowded in there, leaving you and Daisuke to enjoy your special anniversary in peaceful silence

“I wonder what kind of fish I would be,” you ponder with your eyes glued to the glass

He looks around for a few seconds. “That one right there.” He points to a vibrant pink fish that swam nearby

You smile. “Why that one?”

“Cuz it’s the prettiest one,” he responds without missing a beat. Your heart melts at his words of affection. “Oh look, that one is you!” You point at another vibrant pink fish that swims over to the first one. They both swim side by side as Daisuke gently squeezes your hand

He kisses your cheek. “Thanks for bringing me here, babe. Best anniversary gift I could ever ask for”

You turn to face him with a warm smile plastered on your face. “Of course. I love you, Dai”

“Love you too”

He leans in and plants a kiss on your lips as his unoccupied hand grips your waist. You close your eyes and relax into his warmth, the two of you illuminated by the beautiful blue glow of the tanks that surround you

[theviridianbunny]

wake up babe new bunny oc just dropped!

Everyone please meet my latest blorbo - Andrea. The ideas for him have been floating around in my head for the past year and I finally gotmyself into gear and started to make him (the 2.2 game patch really made me go "hey... should really make this guy huh?") Within my cyberpunk worldbuilding - he probably won't play a big role. For now he's just a guy just vibing and chilling. Some very vague notes on the blorbo (he's still suuuch a work in progress lololol) : - Trans masc. He/they - Italian. streetkid - tattoo artists working out of the glen in Heywood. Has a collection of loyal clients. - His face claim is Damiano david from the band Maneskin - He has *history* with Jackie Welles (the two had a casual fwb thing going on when they were both in their early 20s. As of the year 2077 he and Jac are still friends but nothing more. ) - Andrea was the one who did all of Jackie's tattoos. - He listens to Charli Axel's dj mixes whilst he works on new tattoo designs. He' always tunes in as she is on her tour around Europe.

[jalwyn21]

What’s bothering me the most about these lyrics is that at no point does she seem like she’s apologizing. She admits to punishing her ex for his mental health problems, cheating emotional abuse etc, but after he broke up with her we’re supposed to sympathize with her??? These lyrics sound like a 10th grader’s sympathy bait facebook posts. She wants 100 comments of “oh no what’s wrong” “don’t listen to them you have friends” because nothing is eeeeverr her fault even when she’s suuuch a bad girrl.

All of her work is heavily one sided to show her in a positive/victim light but this album is Taylor’s version of joes sadness. He’s the bad guy for breaking his cheating exs heart. He couldnt keep his mental health issues private even if he wanted to, she took them as her own. Comparing this breakup to woolfs suicide is awful, too. She’s taking other peoples sadness and mental health issues and exploiting them for her own monetary gain. She is so disgusting and I hope karma catches up to her.

What do you mean apologize? Babe, she is "the best thing at this party". And Joe should have been tankful she allowed him to breathe in her universe or something.. 🙄🙄 Like she was clear enough : "Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind" ..

Yes, she turned his mental health into lyrics (If your cascade ocean wave blues come; And if I would've known How many pieces you had crumbled into I might've let them lay; Is it really your anxiety That stops you from giving me everything? ) It's all about her.. everything 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 "What's a girl gonna do? " A diamond's gotta cheat... I mean shine.. 🙄🙄🙄

[honeysmoonn]

white mustang — send a description of yourself and i’ll ship you with someone! (the outsiders and outer banks only!)

u already know im doing this for the outsiders !!!!

okay hi bby!! u kind of know me but ill give u the run down.. my name is belle, im an artist and i work w kids at an art studio!! ppl describe me as either suuuper shy or suuper outgoing, no inbetween lol in depends who im with! i try super hard to be kind to anyone but around my friends i GOSSIP. like i yap and talk abt ppl with them all the time and dont shut up which probably isnt great to admit but i do still try to be kind n only do it if someone has done me wrong! i speak french n i live in canada. i write (obviously) and its my fave hobby other than painting! i have brunette wavy hair tan skin and hazel eyes (if that matters idk..) im isfp and im a libra! (literally all libra. sun moon and venus and two other ones i forget) im suuuch a hopeless romantic its crazy like i subconsiously flirt all the time n think every man is my dream man lolz! also my fave thing to do is doing my makeup and staring at myself in my vanity whoops! (also i HATE spiders idk if thats crucial but ill add it anyway)

sorry idk how to do this.. but anyway congrats on 430 n ilysssssmmm!!!!

BELLE MY BABE!!

ok this is hard bc for some reason i feel like you and darry would hit it off BUT ik you’re a dallas girl and i do think you guys would ship sooo well together

hot take modern!dallas would love to gossip and so you would have so much fun with that

plus you would stay with dallas no matter what he does😭 (real)

but also know deep down you are darry and together so

[gaykey]

topmew literally the go girls give us nothing in this series

oooop!

i meeeean, they're not for ME personally, but, honestly, i've never been able to vibe with forcebook as a couple.

i couldn't get into them in enchanté or a boss and a babe either.

it's nothing to do with their talent as actors, i just don't feel chemistry with them.

like book as mew alone, wow, he's doing suuuch a stellar job! and force too, like i'm actually starting to feel sympathy for top ksjsjska

but yeah, i did find myself skipping some of their scenes 🙈

[minalblood]

Been a looong while but I'm back with a new episode commentary. 1x09 here we go!

The instant recall to finale of spn s 1 is just as delicious and jarring this time around. Find it very very interesting that it's the vampires that mimic the Winchesters here and do so in order to learn their fate and fulfil it. I'd definitely call this a dark mirror to begin with.

I also adore these vamps, they're sooo fun looking.

John and Mary really came out of that near death experience losing no time in getting together.

The appreciation of Dean being paralleled to the appreciation of Baby is just... sooo funny considering the sheer amount of connections there.

Soo Kyle is instantly suspish here. Not even hiding it, damn. You can tell the shift in personality just based off his demeanor. I also think the little hand gesture he does as he walk away is interesting, it's almost like he's saying "im washing my hands off this bullshit". It subble enough that you could think it's jealousy.

The little hints at Lata and John friendship! My beloved!. Also Lata is suuuch a gossip I love her!

I once more am asking John Winchester to stop trying to be subtle, it aint his strong suit. But alternatively, I sorta get it? Like I can understand why it would be confusing if u don't get where Mary is coming from, since she has no problem letting strangers (and exs) on the street see them together, but not their close friends? But I also completely get Mary as well, she's actually lived as a hunter her whole life which means bagage already, then the fact that their relationship is new and fragile. Plus both her parents and his haven't had the easiest time with relationships. Cautious makes sense.

Ah yes, "fate is what u make it". Dean hearing it from John who heard it from Millie. All of them have their very personal reasons for that saying to apply, but also... Dean saying he didn't expect where things got when he "pushed that first domino" reminds me of Cas and him talking after the 1st Apocalypse that wasn't and about how free will sometimes means things aren't really gonna go the way you like them.to or expect them to (peace or freedom?). It's sorta funny then (read:ironic) that in both John's life (SPN!John) and Dean and Cas after Swan Song the outcome was actually quite tragic over all, John's life literally going out in flames with the rest of it being a living nightmare and in Dean and Cas' case Sam is dead and Heaven is starting a Civil War. This episode then does something really nice in subverting that expectation by setting up the tragedy (John is to die, can't change that) and allowing him to survive and not just that but ending it with him getting exactly what he'd wanted here in the beginning of the episode, getting to freely be with Mary.

I adore how Carlos calms down the driver, showing once again the full range of their skill as hunter and empathy as person. Love them so so much!

Couldn't get a hold of John, says Mary, being more suspicious then if she and John had shown up together... I find that hilarious!

Also also, love that this clarified that fangs are still teeth aka u can identify people (vampires here) based on them. I love love love that!

Uuuù Betty is suspish about Mary.

God! Dean had to have loved the vampire robbers. Vobbers? Rompires? Vambbers?

Oh noooo John! Don't be ur children! Don't just pick up random amulets like a moron! (At least we know who they got it from?)

Carlos is almost just as bad, my God! You see ur friend drop it like it hot and you just bend to.pick it urself?! Ah, Carlos, the range you got babe.

John dying by vamps begins my headache of the night because it is 1000% a callback to Dean's death in 15x20. And I wish that wasnt the case.

Ok let's talk Ursitoare (Uhr- see-too-ah-reh) a sec. So this is Romanian myth. To give an overview of it, the myth largely relates to the Ursitoare (or Fates you could say) blessing or cursing a new born after they've been born. Usually the legend states that the mother or midwife would have to leave out gifts (generally food like bread or water or salt etc) to basically appease them and make sure the baby gets a good destiny foretold. It's also states that those who eavesdrop on them as they tell the childs destiny shall die. They are also said to be quick to anger if spurned. Another interesting think tho about the myth is that (while there can sometimes be 7 or 9) the 3 ursitoare are generally known as Ursitoarea, Soarta si Moartea (aka the One who Wishes your fortune, Fate and Death) again the Greak Fates work very well and there's def overlap between the myths here. But importantly, Ursitoarea is the oldest and Death the Youngest (or othewise simply stated as the 3rd).

Now based on this we have a few things to keep in mind, mainly our vampires. They esentially eavesdrop on John's fate here and get exactly what the legend states - killed. In other news, the Ursitoare are very much neutral beings generally. They can be plied with offerings sure, but overall they just spin the thread as it goes. Its only ever an active role when wishing the newborns destiny. Now John's our newborn here, new to hunting at least, reborn once already after the war and a second time after confrunting everything he has since hunting became his life. More importantly, in some versions of the myth, the ursitoare give either the mother or the midwife dreams the night after the baby is born that need to be carefully interpreted afterwards - exactly what the Gem does here.

To wrap this part up a bit, I am.endlessly happy about the way they tackled this myth. SPN had sadly a bad bad record with Romanian mythology and lore - 1st with the witches in s7 which I'd argue was ... 'inspired' by rromani mythology rather than Romanian which is its own culture and as such its own racist connotation to that whole mess. And 2nd with the Imaginary Friends in s 11 aka Zanna .... which has absolutely nothing to do with Romanian mythology beyond slapping a horrendous mispronunciation of Zână onto a piece of lore that doesnt exist in Romanian mythos - we don't have any imaginary friend stuff, its literally all imported from the US. So this lore here? This is fucking aces! It actually makes sense, is actually a Romanian myth that is still being invoked nowadays - especially in the countryside as tradition of baptising/birth and it works very well in the context of the episode. Now, it would've been perfect if they didnt add that shh sound in Ursitoare making ir Urshitoare... Like its funny a bit cuz I constantly think of bears (urşi - ursh is plural for bear in Romanian) but its ok since its just that. I can live with a minor mispronunciation. I will say the Gem itself is fully made up tho for TW.

To answer Carlos tho, the Ursitoare themselves tell u 2 things: the future and also a future they are willing to bless or curse you with. It's essentially both. They show u the future, ur life as it's meant to be exactly, no deviation, but only in pieces or really a piece as a dream and, importantly the sorta end result of ur life which they wish upon u as newborn. How u get to that wish is up to you. The Gem.appears to have merged these two.

I also love love love the show of community that hunters have, that a hunters network is important to getting the job done. It makes me strangle SPN!John worse because he actively isolated himself aaand his kids. Ffs!

Awwwweee I like Betty! I mean shes a cop soo... not great but shes nice and cares so much and is worried :((

Millie does a good job here I think. She's not dismissive of Bettys concerns, but shes also careful to dispel them if possible. She shows once more how good she is at manipulating people, tho admitedly this time it isnt anything malicious or even generally negative.

I also gotta say that Betty (and id say John by extension) is very naive to think that war could in any way shape or form help with the issues John had had. Like he had trauma from his fathers abandonment and his mothers general treatment afterwards, had trauma from the disfunctional relationship the two had before Henry died/left, which all was underscored by deep-seated guilt that he let out as rage. Like all war would do is make it far far worse. It shows just how young Betty is truly and how she really hasn't lived through too much yet. And i said John too because Im fairly sure he also thought going to war would help in a similar manner.

I also headcanon that Betty was very inspired by Millie... but thats just me.

Carlos continues to be a dumb dumb about Anton... unsurprising, but omg.

I forgot the stone was carved from the Ursitoare's ribs... is it just me who though of the birth of Eve here??? Also yes, Il Soarta is def Italian I realize now. Do i question why an Italian cult was obsessed with Romanian myth.. absolutely not.

Im think that the 'most times not'part of what destiny the Gem shows u is due to essentially the stone acting as ... well... an eavesdropper. Literally. It was given to specific people to use by the Ursitoare as recompense for their worship - so good fate; but then as time went on it became a useful artifact for the benefit of Il Soarta so it became a way to eavesdrop on destiny so said destiny changed in them because that worship became.in name only. As mentioned, the Ursitoare arent patient and dont take well to being spurned or used in this case.

God the drip on the vamps, love them so much!

I would also argue that fate ultimately doesn't care about anyone if the whole universe is in jeopardy and uve a bigger destiny like John Winchester does.

I agree with Mary calling Millie here. Especially since she actually.knows what it's like to just ... lose someone like that. John does too, but he's also the one in the middle of it.

Ironic that Mary says "even if i have to kill every vampire in the tri-state area " ... a version of her actually does do that... for her kids. And simultaneously, its ironic also that another version of John will tell their kids that vampires are extinct (which could get them killed fyi).

Millie and Dean would be horrible together... all theyd do is work in the garage and shittalk research... and I kind love that for them.

I also like that Millie does in fact tell John bout Betty and also basically tells him.to not bullshit a bullshitter. This convo between Millie and John might be the 1st truly empathetic one we've had for them. Like yes, John's defenses go up instantly and he immediately assumes that Millie agrees with Betty and is judging him, but Millie, this time, doesnt do that. She just wants to check-in on how he's doing. And does so softly. And believes him more importantly.

And of course, back to the tried and true Winchester feelings avoidance after we've just had a helluva emotionally vulnerable talk.

I live for Carlos being disappointed in the vamps housing choices. I too would judge that. (So would Dean tbh)

Aaaaand Carlos once more gives us the biggest puzzle piece to where the vamps are.

While Lata is once more absolutely delighted by the magic lockpick like the wonderful nerd she is.

Millie to John "Dont do what u always do, not today" --> leads him directly to the room hes gonna die in. Irony at its finest.

A lot of irony in this episode, i realize now...

God I adore Carlos v vampires fight scene, its soo good. And its followed by the equally as fantastic Mary v vampires. Ahhh, I love them all so much.

Ppl really shouldn't fuck with Mary Campbell when shes pissed and worried.

I will miss the vamps tho... i really liked them :(

Ah yes, Winchester ingenuity at its finest... 🙈

I like what this ep says about how dead mans blood works? It implies that vampires literally drain the life force through the blood because the dead mans blood only came into effect once John did actually die - a few moments after he got bit thus implying a certain supernatural link between the blood just ingested and John's lifeforce. I vibe with that.

Ah yes... the full context - still drives me.mad. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ROBBIE?! Especially with all the parallels TW has to SPN.

I appreciate the CPR not stopping until only after they think he really did die for good. U DONT stop CRP for dramatic pause ( advice to othee shows/movies or in ro aviz amatorilor)

Antoooooonnnnnn!

Anton and Carlos!!! 💓💓💓 yay!

And they're using their words! They're communicating guys 😭 im so proud

Damn... Mary and John are being cute too 🥲

Dun dun dun!

Betty and Kyle and Kyle is Akrida! 😱

Sorry, i dont got anything revealing or deep to say about the ending here 🤣🤣🤣 its all plot and relationships.

Aand so we reach the end of another episode, 4 more to go!

I will say time and distance made this episode easier to watch for me. 15x20 had fucked me up before and made it very hard to watch without refering back to it. It has several parallels to Dean and dying specifically. The main one ofc being death adjacent to vampires. But it also has John killing himself for the sake of the hunt which sadly doesn't bode well either because it reminds me of a really bad couple of weeks back in 2017 when i had the realization that Dean has literally been shown as suicidal every single season (and i can name the ep, its so clear) and then Advanced Thanatology hit the Tv screens on nov 9th 2017... not a fun realization and def not a fun series of events afterwards. Sorry to bring this up here, but well... its relevant sadly.

Thankfully tho, this episode works well to deconstruct that and to subvert the spn finale by allowing John to live and to fully embrace his realtionship with Mary.

In other news, next ep will anger me a bit... for.multiple reason, some having already been discussed by people better equiped to talk about it then me. But rest assured, ive shit to say outside of that too, so see y'all for ep 10. Im aiming to have that up by the end of the week.

And thanks to @noybusiness and @shallowseeker for encouranging me to continue this.

[dateamonster]

back at it again babes!! gonna try and finish up the season

witchful thinking

autumn patch! oh i love her!!! doll WHEN

draculaura does not give me a dj vibe lol

frankies crafts 😭 you are my angelllllllll

i get why, but it does seem like a disproportionate amount of eps about draculauras secret witchy habits. i want more clawdeen eps tbh :( also if drac does get into witch camp does that mean shed be going to camp with a bunch of humans? that seems like itd cause more problems than its worth.

love toralei covering for her. thats GROWTH

frankie is so cute and funny this ep

puzzle study group!!!

freud brain!! get that shit outta their precious head!!

i feel like the craft camp thing is so ominous.. especially if her spellcasting is like uniquely tied to her being a monster, i rly wonder how thats gonna play out..

monster match

AW IRIS im glad shes getting romanced. and with skulls! goalsss!

cleos enthusiasm is so cute.

THAT SHAPESHIFTERS JOKE MAKES ME NERVOUS

OMG HEATHHHHHHH 💖 the whole school stanning habbey is soo sweet and also very funny to me considering so much of the dynamic in g1 was like. abbey please leave your cringefail boyfriend at home for once. lol

gay background monsters lets goooo. also i think its kinda sweet the monster match gesture thing includes platonic love

frankie is so unbelievably cute but also it keeps throwing me that them and cleo arent like an established couple yet? i guess it makes sense but i literally had just assumed it had happened off screen and that they were already going out.

SCREAMING the draculaura/clawd promposal was rly good too. and like very much taps into that confused-but-highly-devoted himbo bf energy that was so good in g1. all the ships this ep are so incredibly adorable i am NOT going to make it thru in one piece i swear.

i like that frankie addresses each of deuces snakes by name. very polite! also very cute that deuce wants frankie to be his frienddate. i rly love their dynamic so even tho its just to like complicate and add drama to the plot it feels very natural. tbqh i wouldve even been down for a genuine love triangle thing if only because i think frankie being romanced by two exes is very funny AND because ive been a poly frankie truther since g1 lol

i wanna eat that cookie stack.. actually frankie if u wanted to turn deuce down u probably should not have let ur friends eat all the cookies first that just seems kinda rude in retrospect

fhdhdnf the way i was like oh wow that resolved itself surprisingly easiWAIT NOW HES GOING TO ASK CLEO GODDDAMIT lmao genuinely good little plot twist. they got me!

its so funny i literally forgot abt lagoona and gill in all of this. glad she got to do her fun treasure hunt themed monster match. thats very lagoona.

more background gay monsters!! we love to see it!! also spectra and finnegan? kuma and nefera?????? i guess theyre kinda just pairing off all the side characters now to fill out this bit. i dont dislike it i guess, and its not like going to a school dance together means these characters are together forever or anything, but some of the pairing choices are.. curious.

tbh poor deuce getting turned down for his frienddates twice but at the same time dont ask ur ex to be ur frienddate lol just feels a bit taboo.

cleo planning to ask frankie out on tiktok is suuuch a cleo move that i genuinely love it. girl u are a 1000 yr old ipad baby.

BOSSMUMMY they were so right abt that

the monster way

yall are so rivals-to-lovers gay its unreal

BLOODGOODS LIKE HATE EACH OTHER UNTIL U DIE <3 THE MONSTER WAY <3

seriously wtf is this class

oh fuck the bloodmoon eclipse?? that kinda came out of nowhere. pacing pacing you know how it is. i like that its timed with the end of the semester tho. end of the semester, end of the season, end of the big main arc. it just has a nice symmetry i guess.

aw and spectra finally got a good grade in hauntonomics <3 its all coming together

OH toraleis come full circle too! i feel like. honestly proud of her telling her mom straight up that theyre friends now. shes rly unpacked some stuff and worked on herself! good for her!

moms and daughters rly are just like that huh

aa the makeover montage!! show me everyones fits!!!!!

ok i could do without them filling space just by using literal screencaps from previous episodes come on guys

GASP is abbey wearing a throwback to her g1 main doll outfit?? the cut of the dress at least looks verrrry similar.

ok quick outfit review time. manny looks very dapper. would wear. abbey of course is stunning. heaths outfit is.. very heath lol. not necessarily a bad thing. ill say its a step up from a tuxedo tee. gill looks fine. lagoona: STUNNING wish her hair was curlier like it seems to be on the doll but still. deuce: very nice! love this style for his hairsnakes. draculaura looks great of course but.. not rly as nice as her doll outfit? was it just an issue with modeling/animating it? still great just not as good as i expected from her. cleo is slaying as expected. frankies outfit is everything, just eclectic enough that i def believe they picked it out for themselves but it rly works for them!! very fun and unique silhouette with a kinda glamrock androgyny vibe. love it! CLAWDEEN THO!!! FAV!!!! her outfit is def my favorite i love the color i love that its a SUIT clawd is getting massively shown up in his mismatched suit and sneakers lol sorry bro you are criminally swagless this ep

lol at the return of the camera spider and GHJHGF the way they are just like yea we might die tonight fucking around with mysterious magics :) lets party :)

OUTFITS REVIEW CONT. i like twylas dress its not super flashy or anything but it rly feels like her style and i appreciate that. i keep trying to get a look at ghoulias fit but shes always off screen too fast. toraleis fit is a little busy color wise but i do like it. its giving theatre kid who got rly into six the musical for a few months and the purple hair and makeup looks good on her.

anymeow :3 MR WOLF!!!!!!!! always so good to see him.

yeah i coulda called that plot twist. time to push catarina in a hole. the all-monster talisman kinda rules tho its so funky looking.

human talisman???? ok i actually didnt see that coming tho i feel like i shouldve. the implications.....

clawdeen and toralei: having a touching moment. lagoona: BITING BITING BITING BITING BITING

the human talisman design is so basic lmao that feels fitting.

clawds spine is. shattered.

HUGE AUTISM WIN LOVE U TWYLA aw wish she stuck around but shes got better stuff to do i respect it lol

GAY ASS KITTY GAY ASS KITTY GAY ASS KITTY

kind of spicy of them to have catarina do a whole "return to tradition" type speech. catgirl fascism is crazy shit.

damn this is just like pokemon the first movie

that was a fucking Lot but MAMA WOLF IS HERE AND SHES SERVING all as it should be

actually the half fur trim on that jacket is kinda wack but otherwise shes milfing it up for sure. oh and i guess clawdeens the fucking queen of werecreatures now. pretty good for ur first semester girl!

aw manny/twyla.. <3

for all the drama surrounding draculauras arc that got wrapped up p neatly, but i guess u could say the same for clawdeen and her mom. well! good for her!

OH hold on actually i love her friends being like no fuck exceptions to the rules the rules need to change completely thats actually rly good. every once in a while mh pulls out these moments where im like damn! you stuck to your guns and didnt just take the easy happily-ever-after no questions asked route! pretty impressive!

TORALEI AT CLAWDEENS HOUSE OUHHH !!!!

WELL DAMN that was the season finale i guess! overall rly fun! the series pretty consistently struggles with packing a Lot of content in very short time frames but they did everything they could with it and im happy with how it turned out. it wrapped up the important stuff while leaving a lot of interesting little threads for me to pick at, and for them to hopefully explore next season. im hype!

catching up on monster high notes!

spell the beans

looooove clawdeens dad joining the parents association he is involved in his childrens education :3 he is making cookies and making friends :3

momdusa is so milfy i could die the gays stay winning once again

dracula is soooo silly hes winning me over i fear

!! momdusa never moved on from high school and falls over so much and loves her wife wow she is the perfect woman actually

its not my dream dad its YOURS

obsessed w everyone wanting to eat clawdeens dad

THANK YOU for explaining the camera/mirror thing with vampires i was wondering abt that

mr wolf and dracula friendship moment 🥺

EXPELBEAST!! i love when they do something fun and goofy with the mh lore

idk if those were lagoonas parents in the mpa but i wish we got more of them there looked so cute

growing up ghoulia

mothman!!!!!!!!!!!

some of these side characters have such interesting designs the purple dragon girl sitting in front of ghoulia was soo cute

MONSTER GSA LETS GOOO

i loove when mh does some classic monster movie stuff. ghoulia clone zombie attack rules.

not to be a broken record but i feel like ghoulias ep here would be more meaningful if she was still more noticeably zombie-like. like she says she moves slower than other monsters but i dont like. see that. let her lurch!

casketball jinx

im so happy to see howleen!!

kaiju girlie is such a queen we love to see it

tbqh i think howleen was right for this one

clawdeen both being on the team and being a cheerleader seems like soo much take a rest bestie 😭

do u think clawdeen had a wolf fursona before she found out she was a werewolf? i think so.

[velvetstreets]

I have suuuch a specific request after Urban’s 🗼🚂 post. Could you maybe write something where Jack wants some pictures/ videos of him and his girl before going on tour so he asks Urban to help and maybe he gets more involved (or stays behind the camera, writers choice)?

JACKMAN & BIG WHOREEEE lmao

“Baby-“ Jack turned to look at you. The two of you were laying in his bed, both on your phones with Jack’s left hand rubbing up and down your exposed thighs.

“Yeah?”

“We need to take some new pics soon, before tour starts again.” He said scrolling through his photo album.

“Mmm, you’re right, it has been a while.” You said looking at him, reaching a hand out to caress his jaw. He leaned into your touch and kissed your palm. He set his phone down and took your hand, slowly kissing up your arm and onto your neck and chest. You closed your eyes and let out an sigh of relief.

Jack shifted so he leaned on his forearm while leaning over you a little, his other hand going to the waistband of your shorts. He slipped his hand through and palmed your pussy through your panties.

“Jack-“ you groaned, your head feeling fuzzy, rational thinking out the window as a primal feeling came over you - you’d do anything to get Jack to continue his movements.

“Would you be okay if Urban took pictures and a few videos for us?” He murmured in your ear, continuing to rub you through your panties, your arousal seeping through the fabric.

“Y-you want Urban to film us?” You asked, eyes still shut in ecstasy.

“You’ve seen his work, better than any iPhone. Plus I’ve seen the way you look at him, he looks at you the same.” Jack continued to kiss you and finally he slipped his fingers under your panties, rubbing at your clit a little before slipping two fingers in you.

You moaned loudly as Jack pulled your cami down, making your tits spill out. He attached his mouth to one of them as you groaned out.

“I- I didn’t know you saw t-that.” You said feeling guilty.

“Don’t feel bad baby, I think it’s hot.” He said, the pads his fingers rubbing against your walls.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. My perfect ‘lil slut, squirming and writhing around on camera for us. How would you feel about that?” Jack said kissing up along your neck and jaw.

“C-could be fun. You’re okay with it?” You let a deep shaky breath out through your nostrils.

“You being spread out for me and Urban? Hell yeah. Plus he knows you’re mine anyways, it won’t be weird - but I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, this is just a suggestion.” Jack said as one of his thumbs massaged circles into your hips. You let out a moan of relief, your legs and hips always aching at least a little bit.

“Fuck yes, Jack, right there-“ you moaned.

He ceased his movements except for kissing along your chest.

“Need an answer before you cum babe.” He said nonchalantly, like he wasn’t holding onto the edge of your orgasm.

“Yes, let Urban film us, I don’t care- it’s all for you anyways.” You said letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Yeah? You sure? I don’t want you saying yes just because you’re about to cum y/n.” Jack said using your name; you knew he was serious and wanted your consent, or your objection to know where you stood on the situation.

“Yes, Jack. I’m okay with him filming us, promise. Now make me cum.” You told him, and he kissed your face a bunch making you giggle before he went back to the task at hand. His fingers worked at a face pace as they slipped in and out of you, his thumb harassing your clit with the hard pressure he was rubbing it at. Soon enough your orgasm crashed, your legs twitched around Jack’s hand, your jaw falling open into an “oh” shape, as your eyes were screwed shut - taking in your ecstasy.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you cum.” Jack chuckled before sucking his fingers clean of your essence.

4 days later..

Jack had invited Urban over for the night to hang out, already laying out the details and specifics for him beforehand. You were a little nervous to say the least, but both Jack and Urban reassured you that you had nothing to be worried or insecure about. Urban was adamant about that especially since he was the third wheel here. You warmed up to him a little more; usually you and Urban were besties, but you crawled a little back in your shell subconsciously when his eyes bulged out his head when he saw you in your lilac lingerie set.

“Chill man.” Jack said smacking him upside the head.

“Sorry. You look great y/n.” Urban said with a friendly smile.

“Thanks, Urb. So.. how do we do this?” You asked shyly.

“Y’all just do your thing, and I’ll give directions where they’re needed.” Urban said setting up his video camera and his vintage camera.

“I figure we’d take pictures first, and then videos?” He asked the two of you.

“Sounds good.” Jack said, making his way towards you, tilting your chin up and smiling down at you. “Y’okay baby?” He said quietly, only for you to hear. “Mmhmm.” You nodded your head - still in his palm - and smiled back at him, the dimples he loved so much peeking out.

You got on the middle of the bed, perched on your knees as you faced the boys. Jack put on some music to set the mood, with Urban starting to snap pictures as you posed. After a few shots, Jack placed his Kentucky state chain around you.

“A few with this chain too. Looks good on you sweetheart.” He said winking. Urban kept taking pictures as you continued to pose - tits, ass, thighs, pussy - all up in Urban’s camera lens, as well as his own face. He really tried to keep his professional brain on, but part of him couldn’t doubt the arousal he was feeling from seeing you like this. You saw his tongue peek out and swipe his lips when you sat on your knees spread, pulling your bra down enough for your tits to squeeze out, biting your lip.

“Okay lie on your back for me.” Urban asked you.

You did as he instructed, laying down on the bed and he straddled your waist to get a good birds eye shot.

Jack replaced his Kentucky state chain for the KY one now, his favorite chain to see you in. It was basically yours now, he wore it every once in a while, but he loved seeing it on you more than on him.

“So pretty for us, baby.” Jack praised you, boosting your confidence and smiling at him. Urban sat perched on top of you, careful not to make any certain moves; when all he really wanted to do was grind into your hips right now. You looked up at him so innocently, long lashes batting at him, soft thick pink lips that were coated in lip gloss, shining up at him. Urban continued to take a few pictures before you took your bra off. You laid back pushing your boobs together as your heard the shutter of his camera.

Urban asked Jack to exchange his camera for his video camera, deciding he had gotten enough pictures for now. It was when you reached a hand down to your panties and started to rub your clit under the fabric, letting out a soft moan, that Urban’s dick got hard. You felt and noticed this, looking up at him, grinning. Glancing at Jack, you gave him a knowing look, and he nodded, signaling he gave his permission. Looking back at Urban, you put your hand on his bulge, rubbing up and down his length, adding some pressure. Urban was caught off guard, lowering the gadget in his hand, looking at you with confusion and relief.

“It’s okay Urb. Keep going.” You assured him.

He craned his neck to look at Jack. “All good man.” He promised him. Urban turned back to you and got off the bed. Before you thought you had scared him off, he put the camera down and pulled down his jeans and T-shirt, so he was left in his boxers and undershirt. Jack did the same and walked over to the edge of the bed while Urban picked the video camera back up.

“C’mere, princess.” Jack said, pulling at your legs so you slid closer to him. He turned you over so you were on your stomach, and then he put his hands on your hips, lifting them so you were on your knees - ass in the air. Jack spanked you a few times, causing you to squeal and whine out in pleasure; Urban’s dick occasionally twitching at your moans within his boxers. Jack slid your panties down your legs, rubbing his hand over you ass again before spanking it one more time.

“Fuck!” You moaned into the sheets.

“Y’see what I mean about the sounds she makes for me Urb? So hot.” Jack chuckled as Urban hummed in agreement.

“Turn around again, sweetheart. We wanna see you.” Jack said rubbing his hand on your lower back, giving a kiss to your spine. You flipped over, and Jack took your ankles, spreading your legs open. He swiped his thumb through your folds, your left leg twitching at his action.

“So fucking wet, baby. You gotta come see this Urb.” Jack said. Urban bent down on his knees, and rested an arm over your leg to get a good angle of your pussy with his camera. Jack spread your folds with two fingers, and continued to rub at your clit with his thumb. He finally inserted two fingers, slowly pumping in and out of you. You couldn’t contain your moans, hands now removed from your tits, currents grasping at the sheets beneath you. Urban was practically drooling at how your pussy glistened on camera. He looked up at you and you met his stare, eyes hooded and smiling that sweet smile of yours at him, he could cum right now at sight before him to be honest.

Jack kissed your clit before removing his fingers, causing you to let out a frustrated whine. He slapped your clit, making you cry out before chuckling and removing his briefs.

“See how bratty she gets when she’s needy man? Dick is the only way to shut her up. Show us how needy you can get, sweet face.” He said turning his attention back to you. Jack stroked his dick a few times before positioning himself at your entrance. He slowly thrusted into you, letting out a grunt of relief, while you moaned out at the fullness.

“Oh god, Jack.” You cried out, as he sped his pace up, the slapping of his thighs against your ass echoing the room. Urban filmed Jack fucking you, watching as his dick slid in an out of your pretty pussy. He angled the camera back up you body, getting your chest and your face in the frame. You smiled up at him, and reached a hand out for him to take, which he did. You brought his hand to your breast, squeezing his hand over the flesh, making your moan out a borderline pornographic moan, to which Urban shivered at.

“Urbannnn-“ you whined out.

“She wants you in her throat Urb. Make her be quiet for a little.” Jack grunted.

You tugged Urban’s grey sweats down, his erect cock slapping up against his lower abdomen. He got closer to your face and you leaned your neck to swallow him whole.

“Jesus, fuck-“ Urban said inhaling a sharp breath as you bobbed your head up and down on his dick.

Jack took your right left and lifted it over his shoulder, causing him to hit a new position with in you. You felt your stomach start to tighten as Jack fucked you at the intense speed and harshness he thrusted at, his tip constantly nudging your cervix. You moaned around Urban’s cock, which was now slathered in your saliva and his precum, the blowjob becoming messy - a favorite of yours.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum-“ Urban groaned out, as the hand that had snuck into your hair tugged at your locks. Urban pulled away from your mouth and jerked his cock, cumming in your mouth and on your tits, groaning deeply.

The action made your head fuzzy with arousal, making you clench around Jack’s dick as your toes curled and your grasp on the sheets inbetween you fingers were so hard you thought you had ripped them. You came with a loud moan, tears spilling from your eyes, your mascara running down the sides of your face. Jack finally reached his peak, pulling out and cumming all over your pussy and lower stomach.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, setting your leg down and leaning against your knees. You couldn’t speak. You were a floating mess, covered in cum and unable to form any words, much less use your voice to even squeak out a single sound.

“God damn. You weren’t lying about her mouth.” Urban groaned in disbelief. He also couldn’t believe he managed to keep filming the entire thing, he was everything went out of frame once you put your mouth on him, but he managed to capture everything - much to his surprise.

Jack laughed at his comment, and looking at you, expecting you to have a comeback or yell at Jack for discussing your sex life so freely with others. But nothing came, your brows furrowed and eyes still shut, riding out your orgasm and the intense wave this one was.

“Looks like the dick finally shut her up.” Jack joked and fist bumped Urban before the two boys put their boxers back on and went to clean you up and take care of you.

Jack came over with a warm wet cloth, cleaning the cum off of you before kissing your forehead.

“Footage is gonna come out great baby, you were our own personal pornstar. So pretty…” he murmured.

You gave him a lazy smile, eyes still very much hooded in exhaustion. The boys smiled at you, taking in the angelic sight that was you. You hair fanned out, drunk smile on your face, the smell of cum still on your skin, relishing in the attention and praise you received from the two men before you. The three of you felt beyond satisfied, and excited to rewatch the events that just played out again once it was all edited.

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[imaginethathaikyuu]

hehe hii can i request akaashi, kuroo and maybe kenma finding their s/o's curling wand heads and thunking theyre dildos AHAHAHA okay sorry i hope u have a great day ♡

HAHA this was suuuch a funny request

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kuroo tetsurou 

Kuroo’s eyes widened to the size of volleyballs as he stared into your drawer at your… collection. 

Wands of multiple sizes were splayed out before him - one of them was even beaded. He couldn’t believe his eyes - and you were keeping these right out in the open in your top drawer! How has he not found these before?

Carefully he picked one of them up, not even caring if it was clean. He knew you’d be embarrassed, but he couldn’t wait to tease you for it. 

“Oh Y/N,” he sang. “What are you doing with these? And all this time I thought you were innocent.” 

You looked up from where you were sitting on your bed and eyed the wand he held. “Huh?” 

“It’s okay, baby, don’t worry, I won’t make fun of you!” he said laughing. “As long as you let us use these together.” 

You quirked a brow. “You… want to curl our hair together?” 

“…What?”

“What?”

akaashi keiji 

Oh no. 

Akaashi opened a drawer he was not meant to open, and now he knows about something you were obviously trying to hide from him, and now you’d be embarrassed or worse - angry at him. 

So, what should he do? It’s not like he meant to find your collection of oddly large sex toys. He didn’t want to open the wrong drawer. And he definitely didn’t mean to think about you using them - oh, fuck. 

“Keiji,” you called as you walked into the room. “What’s taking so long? I only have half an hour to get ready.” 

Instead of replying, he bent over in a deep, apologetic bow. “I’m sorry, Y/N!”

You felt your eyebrows quiver in confusion, but you didn’t have time to question him.  “It’s… okay, Keiji.” 

When he stood up straight, you reached into the drawer behind him and pulled out your hair curling attachment. 

“What are you doing?!” 

“I’m going to use it… ?” 

“Now?!” 

“When else?” 

kenma kozume 

Kenma stopped in his tracks in the doorway of your bathroom at the sight of what was laying on your countertop. He only needed a glance to know what it was, and he couldn’t even believe you owned it. 

And that you had been using it before he came over. 

Couldn’t you at least put it away? If you were using sex toys, he didn’t need to know. 

He turned and walked out of the room to find you. 

“Can’t you put your personal things away?” he asks, his tone near demanding. 

“What do you mean, babe?” 

“I saw your… toy, Y/N.” 

“Ohh,” you replied, thinking about the new anime figure you’d just bought - the one from the show Kenma really disliked. “Sorry, I forgot.” 

“I don’t even understand what you need it for, anyway…” he mumbled. “I mean, it’s huge.” 

You furrowed your brow, “what do you mean? It’s average sized, I think.” 

Kenma’s eyes widened. That’s average sized? He thought he was average sized… 

“Nevermind, Y/N. You can use it as much as you need to.” 

“Huh?”

[m0therflunker]

finally caught up w taz grad!! here are some random thoughts!!

gotta say imo everything Griffin is doing (inc THAT scene from ep16) is just suuuch strong Youngest-Sibling-Energy

I adore Justin's continual frustration when he thinks things are moving too slowly it's just ?? nice to hear he hasn't changed he's all CHOP CHOP MORE PLOT PLZ

also!!! when justin/Griffin make Griffin/Justin crack up?? those shouts of laughter??? wholesome. needed. I love them.

thoughts on the actual plot : WHY WOULD FIRBY CALL FAKE HIERO??? ARH!!

seems like Althea is trustworthy enough (also a lesbian I mean come on)

+!! breeze though the willows!! she back!! what a babe!!

oh my final headcannon based on (based on various other thoughts) I'm saying firbolg is agender aroace because I can and I am those things and I would like to be a 7ft woodland person. so there.

[cramenjoyer]

hey maybe i'm too late for this or maybe someone asked already, but ruby hcs? 👀 i feel like she could be suuuch an interesting character if the writers weren't. Like That. and i need to hear your ideas

bruh you Get It

ruby stole her knife from alastair or maybe even lilith. that’s just facts to me. when al says “you must tell me where you got it” i think he’s being sarcastic. it’d be more interesting if it was lilith’s and ruby had to be like “yeah ahaha i uh..... i stole it?” like how would you even do that babe...? anyway.

ruby’s smart as hell and incredible at coming up with crap on the fly, but she’s also insanely empathetic and able to read and mimic people easily- it’s why she’s such a good manipulator. but can you imagine if she, yknow, wasnt evil the whole time? like yeah the twist was pretty solid and led into an okay arc but bro. bro. can you even imagine if ruby had started off with this whole plan, this dream of opening the cage, and then she sees sam and she’s like “oh he’s kinda cute okay” and after season three she’s so glad it’s going so well, everything’s perfect... until she sees sam again. and now he’s self destructing, he’s falling apart, and he is desperate for any direction at all. ruby’s all too happy to provide one, of course, but now it doesn’t feel quite like she’d hoped. now it feels... kinda sad. and then sam saves her life- keeps saving her, again and again- and she KNOWS that’s supposed to be happy about that because she’s ingratiating herself, but somehow it makes her feel worse.

this is a really long-winded way of saying i think it would’ve been more interesting if ruby’d had internal conflict on some level. her brainwashing and propaganda stuff from lilith should’ve been visible, should’ve been comfortable and safe and reliable to her, but sam made her feel things again. anna made her feel like a protector, like a PERSON, and that shook her to the core. getting tortured by alastair became less a part of the plan and more something to suffer to keep her safe. in the end, ruby is visibly torn as she watches sam kill the nurse, she has a quiet conversation with sam during the drive about what they think they’ll do when this is over. she listens to him talk about a house, a dog, and she looks away so he doesn’t see the tears in her eyes.

when they see lilith, ruby nearly cracks. she hears dean, hears him beg his brother to stop, and in a panic, she turns to him, finally making her choice. but lilith isn’t stupid- she closes the door herself. ruby tries to stop sam, tries to get him to understand what’s happening, that he can’t kill her, but sam can’t even hear her through his rage and hurt. he kills lilith, and ruby catches him as he collapses under the strain, and she escapes just as dean gets through the door.

anyway can i get some uhhhh enemies to uncomfortable allies

[tarotdeckshuffle]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request something with the chocobros? What if the bros are out with their s/o and run into said bro's ex gf (who's low key nasty) and maybe she's like all sweet to bro and everything but when he leaves she's super rude to new s/o? Like maybe saying stuff like how they won't last long and trying to get in their head and stuff?

WOO! I’m so glad you requested something, Anon! Thank you! I’ll even throw in a bonus for everyone! Really, it’s just for me. I hope you enjoy!

Noctis

The two of you would be having a date night: getting street food then heading to the arcade.

You’d be at the arcade, playing a shooting game when you’d hear a high pitched, “Oh! Hey there, Noggy!”

What the hell is a “Noggy?”

Noctis would spin around so fast that the arcade game gun couldn’t keep up. The character would glitch.

A stereotypically pretty girl would come up to Noctis, hugging him and touching cheeks with him.

Noct looks flustered and annoyed.

“Oh! It’s been just forever! Should I be addressing you as, ‘Your Highness?’” She’d be making over Noct.

Sheepishly, he’d rub the back of his head and say, “No, you’re fine.”

“Oh, good! I didn’t think that much had changed between us!” Wow, she even has an annoying forced giggle. She’s the whole package.

“We HAVE to catch up, Noggy! It’s been so long! Oh, tell me all the royal gossip!” She’s taking his hand now.

Your wide eyes turn to Noctis and he snaps back to reality. “Oh! Sorry, [Ex], that’ll have to wait, I’m sort of on a date right now.” He’d take your hand and pull you forward. “[Ex] meet my [S/O], [Y/N]. [Y/N], this is…”

“[Ex], first daughter of the Regent Captain. Noct and I go way back.” She interrupts. She moves her gaze to you, as though you just came into existence (and one that’s not convenient to her).

You hold out your hand to shake and plaster a fake smile across your lips. There’s no reason to be enemies, right?

She sizes you up before taking your hand in a limp gesture. “Pleasure.”

She snaps back to Noctis, “Well, how about we all play a game together then? It looks like there’s one more gun to use!”

“Sure! Um, I just need to go get someone to reset it…it’s glitching.” Noct abandons you with…her.

“So, you’re the new [S/O], hmm?” She asks with an equally icy tone and stare.

“The new one? The only one.” You reply. Yes! Awesome comeback!

“For now.” She replies. “With as much weight as he has on his shoulders, will you always be enough?”

“Excuse me?!”

“He has a destiny, a kingdom, and talents. What do you have?”

As your emotions start to boil, Noct returns with an arcade employee.

You snap up his hand.

“Hey, babe, I think I’ve had my fill of this game. We can shoot real guns whenever.”

“Oh, ok…Well do you want to play another game?” How can the Chosen King be such a dunce, sometimes?

“You know, I thought we could just go explore the city’s edge or something? Maybe you could take me back to the castle’s roof? Let’s just go!” You’re practically dragging him out of the arcade now.

You’re not even going to look back at that woman because she wants to be under your skin.

Admittedly, she is under your skin, at least for now.

But for this moment, you and Noct are enough for each other. That’s more than she has.  

If you decided to talk to Noct about it, he’d be stunned and mad.

“Ugh. She always thinks she’s better than everyone because her family is minor nobility.” The Prince would lament.

“I noticed…” You’d remind him.

“We dated because my dad thought it’d be good for me to get out more and her family is always clinging to the palace. She’s so…draining to be around.”

He’d sigh, then look to you, gazing lovingly into your eyes.

“She’s dumb, you know. This relationship isn’t just about me. It’s about us. And how we chose each other.”

Noct holds you in his arms. His words comfort you.

Regardless of what happens next, you and Noctis have chosen each other and continue to make that simple choice every day.

Prompto

You two are out on a date, taking a selfie in front of a fountain, when someone jumps in the middle of the two of you when the camera clicks.

“CHEEEEEESE!!!” The intruder would squeal.

Prompto would be so surprised he’d fall to the ground. You’d be pushed out of the way.

From where you had just been standing, a beautiful vision of a manic pixie dream girl would be beaming down at your S/O.

“Awww, sorry, Prom!” She’d give him a hand up while giggling.

Who the hell is this? Only Prompto’s friends get to call him that!

Prompto would “accidently” be pulled super close to her.

“Ahh, hey, [EX]. Nice to…see you, again,” your blushing sunshine would stammer.

Prompto would retreat to your side. “Welp, [Y/N] and I were just leaving so nice to run into you!” Wow, that was a quick getaway.

“Rude! Prom, you’re not even going to introduce me to this masterpiece beside you?” Nevermind…but maybe she won’t be terrible.

“Oh, yeah, well, [Ex] this is [Y/N], my [S/O]. “Y/N], this is my…ex, [Ex].” Prompto would be looking at you like he’s expecting punishment.

“Oh, quit it, Prom! We’re still friends! It’s so great to meet you!” She’d steal a hug as a greeting.

“Oh, we just have to catch up! I want to hear all about you!” She’s holding you at arm’s length now. Her grip on your shoulders is strangely tight.

“Let’s go get ice cream! There’s this amazing little vendor over there!” She’d hold your hand hostage and be leading you towards an outdoor table.

You look back to Prompto who seems to just shrug and follow you.

You get seated and Prompto leaves to get your order.

“So, how’s Prom?” She rests her head on her hands and looks to you like a too cunning fox.

Why does she keep calling Prompto that?

What is up with her? Everything feels so…fake.

“Oh, he’s…good.” You’d reply. You just have to make it till Prompto gets back. This shouldn’t take long.

“Oh, that’s good! He’s suuuch a great guy. Anyone would be lucky to be with him.”

“Um, yeah. I guess.” What is this woman’s problem?

“I just hope he doesn’t…you, know…” She waives one hand in circles before resting those sly eyes on you, “settle.”

Your eyebrows shoot up so fast they could have flown from your face.

“It’s nothing personal. It just doesn’t feel like you two really…fit. Ya’know? I’m saying this to help both of you!” She wraps your hand in an her ice cold grip.

“I really don’t think our…’fit’ is your problem.” You steal back your hand.

“Oh well… we must all make mistakes to learn from them.” She leans back in her chair, shaking her head.

That’s it.

“That explains you.” You reply.

Her chair almost falls over backwards.

Prompto returns with the ice cream.

“Prom! [Y/N] just called me a bitch!” She stands from her chair to face him.

Oh no, here we go. You should have seen that she was going to do something like this. What a piece of work.

Prompto sighs. A look of exhaustion spreads over his face as he looks her in the eyes and says, “You probably deserved it. C’mon, [Y/N]”

He takes your hand and the two of you walk away.

You look back to see a look of shock and anger across her face.

You explain everything that happened to Prompto as you walk.

He sighs. “Yeah, sounds like her. I thought she was so great! She had just been dealt a bad hand, ya’know? And I didn’t understand why everyone was so mean to her. Ugh, she cost me a lot of friends.”

You squeeze his hand and smile softly at him. “But you learned from it.”

“You’re right! And now I get to be a better man for you!”

Ignis

You and Ignis are out on a long awaited date night at a new restaurant.

You’re discussing the food when a shadow falls across the table.

A woman with a cold beauty and a calculating gaze looks down at you.

She smiles, “Hello, Ignis. It’s good to see you.”

Ignis stands, “Ah, hello, [ex]. It’s good to see you.”

The two of them cordially hug.

She doesn’t turn her head to glance at you.

“[Ex], this is [Y/N], my [S/O]. [Y/N], this is [Ex].”

She extends a hand to you. You stand to shake it.

“I’m his ex.” She states matter of factly to you.

“I see…” is all you reply, slightly taken aback.

Ignis looks at her slightly disapprovingly.

“What? There’s no reason to hide it. It was quite some time ago. Besides, it’s not like I’m ashamed of having dated you.” She looks over to Ignis, the barest spark of warmth evident in her eyes.

Ignis clears his throat.

He pulls out a chair, “Please, join us.” You’re not sure how much of his tone is formality and how much is kindness.

“Thank you!” She exclaims as she takes the chair.

Ignis seems slightly put off.

She orders food and settles in. There goes your date night.

“Oh, your drink is empty! Please, let me get us some more! It’s the least I can do.” She stands to leave. You’re hoping to make a quick escape when she turns her back.

“Oh, [Y/N], would you come with me to pick out everyone’s drinks?”  She asks, turning to you. She mimics all of the actions of a warm smile, but her every word is cold.

Ignis is bristling, so you decide to do this to give him a break.

“Of course!”

You two make your way to the bar. She sits down at a stool and beckons for you to take the seat next to her. You do to be polite, although you shouldn’t be here long.

Suddenly, she stands at her seat and looks down at you.

She looks fully like a villain, now.

“I will make this as simple for you to understand as I can, but Ignis does not see an equal in you.” Her gaze is almost glass like.

“And you know this, how?” You retort, tilting your head.

“Because your intelligence is evidently lacking.” She retorts, attempting to hail the bartender.

“Ah, yes. And you’re an expert on the matter, I assume.” You haven’t known this woman for more than a few minutes! Why would she make such a statement?

She looks down the tip of her nose at you, “You really think you’re going to stay together? That his plans involve you? If I know Ignis, he’s already bored of you and merely keeping you around for your…other services.”

There are so many things you want to say to this woman. You stand to match her stature.

Her eyes get a wicked gleam to them.

This is what she wants. She wants an argument.

You take a deep breath before picking up your drinks from the counter and turning away.

“What, that’s it? You can’t think of anything? Pathetic.” She spits at your back.

You don’t even turn to look at her as you say, “I have no need to join in on a jealous girl’s immature games.”

You return to your table to find that Ignis has ordered boxes for your and his food.

“Where is she? Everything is taken care of, let’s go.” He rushes you out of the restaurant as though he is escorting you from a war zone.

The two of you take a winding path back to your apartment, making sure no one is following you. He makes you backtrack a few times and go through buildings at other times.

Eventually you do make it back.

Ignis collapses onto your couch, letting out a breath of relief.

You sit next to him, but do not touch. You need answers.

“She was a wicked, wicked woman. We were together when I was much younger.” He looks over to you.

You raise an eyebrow, beckoning him on.

“She knows how to mimic kindness…but she isn’t at heart. But she was brilliant.” Ignis moves to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Everything had to be a competition with her. She always had to prove she was the smartest. And if she lost, she wouldn’t forget it. Many times, she’d get back at you.”

“You don’t sound like you have many fond memories together.”

Ignis stares off pensively. “I thought I did, but I started to wonder how many of them were genuine. In retrospect, I don’t believe anything she did was.”

“At least she kept you on your toes.” You reply. You can still feel her cold gaze on you.

“Only in the ways that one dodges attacks.” Ignis smiles and stands. He extends a hand and pulls you from the couch, catching you in a warm embrace.

“You keep me on my toes in the fashion of a dance.” He states as he spins you around.

Gladio

Gladio will have taken you out to the opera. It may seem odd, but this man has a little bit of knowledge about everything!

You’d be socializing at intermission, standing beside your handsome man, when one of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen would approach him.

Seriously, she’s been crafted by the gods to Carmen’s specifications: perfect dark skin, black hair that spills in waves over her shoulders, breasts that look like they could be weaponized.

“Oh! Gladdy! It’s so good to see you again!” She rushes to him, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

The whole embrace borders on a greeting hug and throwing yourself into your lover’s arms.

“It’s good to see you, Carmen.” (Really, THAT’S her name?!)

Gladio’s voice is deeper and quieter than usual for him, so he’s either turned on or he’s not happy. Perhaps both; just look at who ran to him!

Gladio steps back and places a hand on the small of your back.

“Carmen, this is [Y/N]. [Y/N] this is Carmen.”

You’d bow your head slightly in greeting.

“It is a pleasure to meet you! This must be a business event, Gladdy?” Carmen barely glances at you.

“No, Carmen. This is my [S/O].” Gladio states through gritted teeth.

“Oh!” Carmen looks genuinely surprised.

“And how do you two know each other?” You inquire. You’re fairly certain of the answer, but you have to have confirmation.

Before Gladio can reply Carmen interjects, “Oh! You haven’t heard of me? Well, Gladdy and I were together for quite a long time!”

Gladio sighs looking at his feet. “Yep,” is all he manages through the fog of shame.

“Oh! Gladiolus! It is so good to see you!” You recognize the approaching man as a high ranking Crownsguard.

Thank the six, you’re saved.

“Ah, Carmen! It is good to see you, again!” He takes her hand and kisses it. She feigns flattery.

“And [Y/N], it is always a pleasure!” he wraps one arm around your back in an (almost) hug.

“Come, Gladio! Let’s get this group drinks! Gorgeous people only grow more beautiful with wine!” Your S/O is swept away from you before you can comprehend the action.

You’re left alone with Carmen…who is now scanning every inch of you.

She has a look of a mix of apprehension and true confusion.

“You?” Is all she asks.

You furrow your brows and look at her. Who would say such a thing?

“You’re who he chose?”

“It appears so.” You reply, turning away from her.

“I find it hard to believe that you are enough for a man like that.”

You turn back to her, shocked. “In what way?”

She sizes you up, again.

“The most important way.” She brushes her hair back from her low cut dress.

Your mouth is agape when you hear Gladio returning.

He passes you a glass of wine.

The intermission bell tolls, it is time to return.

It gives you an excuse to douse your frustration with the full glass and to escape this horrible situation.

“Oh, we simply must catch up, Gladdy!” Carmen coos at Gladio as patrons shuffle past you.

“Let’s not.” Is all that Gladio retorts as he takes your hand and heads towards the opposite door as Carmen.

When you return to your seats, you notice that Carmen sits a few rows directly behind you. She stares down at you with scheming eyes.

“What’s up, babe?” Gladio whispers in your ear.

“It’s nothing.”

“Babe…” and that’s all he has to say.

You whisper the whole conversation to him as the theater fills.

Gladio shakes his head. “Don’t let her get to you. She’s got nothing on you.”

You side eye him.

“Seriously! I’m not sure she’s ever read a book in her life and she doesn’t care to. She’s afraid of the smallest shadow. And she doesn’t care about anyone but herself.”

You sigh. His words make you feel better, but she did criticize one more thing that you shouldn’t bring up here.

Gladio seems to sense it.

“Besides, we’re way better together…” He teases as he slides a hand onto your thigh.

“We are pretty amazing together,” you whisper as you embrace his game, sliding over to place a feather light kiss on his neck.

You see Carmen’s nostrils flare from the corner of your vision.

“I hope she enjoys the play,” you whisper to Gladio as the lights dim.

“I know I will,” Gladio replies as his hand slides up your thigh.

Bonus:

Ravus

In his youth, Ravus dated many young women. Most of them children of nobles.

You’re attending a ball with this beautiful man by your side.

A pale woman in a yellow dress sweeps across the floor towards you.

“Oh, Your Highness, it is a pleasure to see you, again!” She exclaims as she bows.

She stands closer to Ravus than most would dare.

“I do not answer to that title, anymore.” Ravus exclaims coldly.

Great. Someone has ruined the little good mood your S/O had before you could even get him to dance with you.

“My apologies, that was the last title I knew for you, dear Ravus.” She stands, straightening to her full height.

A look of recognition dawns on Ravus’s face.

“[Ex]! It is good to see you again.” He makes a small bow to her.

She was not expecting such formality, evident by the strained smile on her face.

She gestures to you. “And you are?”

Before you can respond, Ravus pounces.

This man may have left the arena of social games and gossiping due to a sheer hatred for it, but he is still keen to the rules.

“This is the exquisite [Y/N]. My [S/O], and, if you’ll excuse me, my dance partner for the night.” He takes your hand and sweeps you onto the dance floor.

In the steps of a waltz, you find room to converse.

“Are these socialites too dangerous to leave me to?” You jokingly ask.

“Alone they are no threat, but together they will drown you in a whirlpool of insults and mind games.” There must be a story behind such accusations.

“Especially [Ex]. Her family gossips enough to be bred from mosquitoes.”

You laugh at his cynicism.

“I see, so you are protecting us both from the evils of gossip and jealousy.”

“Perhaps…Perhaps I’m just more direct.” He pulls you close and kisses you passionately.

[iam-a-painted-whore]

Oh my god oh my god oh my god are you kidding this is the best thing I’ve read ok damian is a dream😍🤤 and man that first fight 😍😍😍😍 give meee more pain then the way he goes back tells her he loves her babe i am LIVINGGG looooooooove ivy and harley having sex in kitchen the quality content I signed up for. My god bruce is suuuch a fucking jerk that was so fucked up he should NOT have done that. Also jason💗💗💗 my one true love his support 💓💗 the way he understood 💗💗 like before this i was a whore for bad boy jason but now im a major slut for nice/ bad boy jason🥵

Juvenile – Toxicology 2/3

Damian Wayne x Daughter of Poison Ivy!Reader

He was an arrogant boy, struggling as he was pulled between the legacy of being born to kill and the promise that he could change for the better. She saw the world through the eyes of her fatalistic mother, but was forbidden to make sense of it on her own. They shouldn’t work together. But Gotham made their lives align despite all of that.

Word Count: 14,300+

Warnings: nudity, mentions/references to sex, sexual assault/harassment, hormonal teenagers

Damian couldn’t sleep. He hadn’t been able to get a good night’s sleep for quite some time now. But he didn’t know what it was.

He walked into the kitchen. It was 6AM and he had given up on sleep, even though he’d returned from patrol around 3.

“Master Damian,” Alfred greeted. “What a surprise.”

“Pennyworth,” the teenage boy replied as he went to the coffee pot.

“What are you doing up?” Dick greeted tiredly. His hair was wet and he was in sweats. He had gotten back from patrol just now –even later than Damian – and was clearly trying to get something to eat before he passed out for a few hours.

“Couldn’t sleep…” Damian mumbled before taking a sip of black coffee. “What are you doing here?”

Dick had his own place in the city. Being a 26 year old mean that he had a level of independence that Damian had yet to achieve.

“Babs is out of town.” Which was code for, ‘I’d rather sleep here than sleep alone at my place where my girlfriend isn’t.’

Damian rolled his eyes. God, his brother was such a lovesick puppy. It made him sick.

“Wanna tell me why you can’t sleep?” Dick pushed.

His brother tried to sound casual, but there was an obvious concern. It was a question he would ask, but not Bruce. Checking in on people’s mental and emotional health was a responsibility that seemed to solely fall onto Dick.

“I probably wouldn’t tell you if I knew. But I don’t,” Damian answered before leaving the kitchen with his coffee.

His phone vibrated in his other hand as he walked up the stairs.

It was Y/N.

Damian opened the text message to find a 30 second video of the sun rising in Robinson Park. He could even hear the birds waking up, and felt like he was there. There was a romantic ambiance to it. Something only Y/N was capable of making him feel.

After watching the video, he read: “Morning! I feel like I haven’t seen you in awhile. Come over today… if you can.💚”

The truth was, Damian had been avoiding her. Furthermore, he was too much of a stubborn fool to realize that was why he hadn’t been sleeping lately.

And the thing was…he felt lousy when he wasn’t around Y/N. He wondered what she was doing. And then he wondered if she missed him as much as he missed her.

But Y/N was right: they hadn’t seen each other in at least two weeks. And that was out the ordinary for the two of them.

Before he could respond, Y/N sent another message.

It was a video of Y/N this time, sitting in a meadow of flowers with her cat, Cheddar.

Cheddar was an orange tabby cat with bright green eyes. Damian had found him as a kitten on patrol one night, shivering in the rain and malnourished. He knew his father would have a fit if he brought another stray back to the manor. So Damian brought it to Y/N.

Y/N immediately accepted the kitten as her own and named him Cheddar.

It made Damian happy knowing that she had another companion when he wasn’t around. She seemed to get lonelier than he did.

On top of that, after Joker set fire to Robinson Park over 5 years ago, Jon had also started a friendship with Y/N. But it was much harder for him to sneak away from Metropolis, especially since he was a terrible liar and…his father was Superman.

Damian looked at the message below the video with a smirk.

“Hey you little punk. Harley here. Look how cute our little sunflower is.”

Damian had already known it was her who sent it when he watched the video. Y/N would never send something of herself like that, preferring to show the beauty of nature and never herself. Harley must’ve stolen her phone.

He ignored the text, but watched the video two more times.

Damian was by no means a spiritual man. But when he looked at Y/N amongst her flowers and trees and grass, he truly believed it was what the Garden of Eden must look like. Despite his lack of education on such legends, he knew in his heart that Y/N was more beautiful than any depiction of Eve.

After her willow treehouse burnt down, Y/N made a new room for herself in the greenhouse. Poison Ivy wanted a closer eye on her anyway since she had nearly lost her daughter. And now that they knew about her friendship with Damian, they didn’t really need to sneak around anymore.

Damian walked into the greenhouse to hear music blasting.

Ivy and Harley had margaritas in their hands. God knows how many they’d already had. Y/N and Harley were dancing around in circles, Y/N’s head thrown back in laughter as Harley twirled her around again and again.

Damian felt a warmth in his chest as he leaned against the opening of the room with his arms crossed.

Or maybe it was just hot in here. It was a greenhouse, after all.

“Bat boy!” Harley screeched, noticing his arrival. “Come dance with us!”

Y/N slowed her dancing to wince, knowing Damian would rather die.

But the harlequin skipped forward and dragged the teenage boy further into the room.

Damian groaned and simply stood in the middle of their makeshift dance floor, refusing to so much as move a single muscle.

“You’re no fun! Just like batsy!” Harley pouted.

“Leave him alone. He doesn’t like to dance,” Y/N defended as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

The tension and awkwardness immediately left Damian’s body when Y/N touched him.

“Want a margarita, Damian?” Poison Ivy asked.

“No, thank you.”

It was a good thing he said no, because Harley interrupted her girlfriend’s bartending to get her to dance. The song changed, getting a little slower. Ivy had a mischievous smirk as she let Harley pull her onto the middle of the open floor. Their bodies were passionately close.

“OK. Time to leave,” Y/N groaned and grabbed Damian by the hand, dragging him out of the greenhouse and back into the fresh air of the park.

“In about 5 minutes, they’re gonna be having sex in that kitchen,” she grumbled.

Damian couldn’t help but chuckle.

Ivy and Harley had a very open household when it came to sex. And while he knew Y/N benefited from it, she still would prefer not to be so close to her mother’s sex life.

And it wasn’t like no one ever talked about it in the Wayne household. But it was just always implied and not as healthy or honest as Y/N’s family. Well, Bruce never ever talked about his sex life. They were all just aware of how busy it was by the women that sneaked out of the manor early in the morning. Dick was always in relationships. Jason was always secretly in love with someone. And Tim was too sleep deprived to get some consistently.

“Where are you taking me?” Damian asked, trying to sound slightly annoyed by her dragging him around. But the truth was… he didn’t mind at all.

“The reservoir,” she cheered as if it were obvious.

“Isn’t it contaminated?” Damian asked.

“No,” Y/N laughed. “That’s a rumor my mother played up to stop punks from swimming in it. She wanted it as our own private pool. Thanks to me and mom, the water’s probably cleaner than any national parks.”

She led him to the edge of a boulder that worked as a natural pier overlooking the water.

The view almost made Gotham look beautiful. But both of them knew the truth of the city, and romanticizing it was dangerous.

“Let’s go swimming,” Y/N suddenly whispered.

“What?” Damian blurted out. “No.”

“Come on, Damian. Don’t be a killjoy.” She sounded so much like Harley.

Without waiting for another refusal, Y/N started taking off her dress.

Damian’s face immediately turned red and he quickly turned his back before he could see anything. “Y/N! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She giggled, and it caused goosebumps to go across Damian’s skin.

“I said I wanted to go swimming. So I’m swimming.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear, so it took all about 5 seconds to get undressed, making it an even closer call for Damian almost seeing her completely naked.

“A little warning,” he over his shoulder, cheeks blushing.

He heard a splash and turned around to find Y/N in the water.

“It’s just a body, D. Everyone has one,” she chuckled.

Luckily for him, the water shielded him from seeing any details of her nudity.

“What? Are you scared?” Y/N teased, knowing exactly how to get him to do what she wanted.

Damian glared at her. “I am not scared of anything.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to prove that to me…”

He huffed.

“Do you want me to turn around?” She showed him mercy.

The two of them weren’t kids anymore. They were teenagers – 16 years old, to be exact. Damian had his drivers license. But his father still wouldn’t let him drive the batmobile. Meanwhile, Y/N had been driving since she was 12 – thanks to Harley.

Every day Y/N looked less like that little girl he first met, and more and more like a young woman. Her curves grew, making her less cute and more beautiful. After all, she was the daughter of Poison Ivy, Gotham’s own seductress and femme fatale.

Meanwhile, Damian grew inches, standing at 6 feet tall – and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. The rest of his body still hadn’t caught up though, and he was still skinny and toned. Just another gangly teenage boy.

Without waiting for his response, Y/N turned her back to him. “I promise I won’t look.”

Damian gave up this fight and quickly got rid of his clothes, diving perfectly into the water like an olympic swimmer.

“Happy?” He growled when she turned around to face him.

Her smile dropped when she realized he really was annoyed with her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I forget that you’re family is much more…”

“Prude,” he snapped.

“No, I was going to say conservative.”

Y/N smiled mischievously. “You know…you have a very cute butt…”

“You said you weren’t gonna look,” Damian growled.

“Oh, I didn’t look just now. It’s just a fact.”

Damian rolled his eyes before splashing water in her face.

“Hey!” She laughed and splashed him back.

And a full on water fight began.

By the end, they were both laughing and smiling.

Very few people could get so emotions and expressions out of Damian Wayne. And sometimes it seemed as though Y/N saw it as her sole responsibility.

“Hey, I have a proposition.”

Damian tilted his head and looked suspicious. “Here we go…”

“Let’s go to a bar!” Y/N cheered.

“A bar? Why?”

“Because we haven’t been, obviously. Come on. It’ll be fun, and you know it.”

Damian had no desire to go to a bar. Why would he want to hang out with a bunch of drunk adults? He barely tolerated people when they were sober.

“We’re 16, Y/N. No one is going to allow us into a bar.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Harley could get us the world’s best fake IDs in about 2 hours. But we wouldn’t even need them. Did you forget I can get people to do whatever I want?”

It was true.

As Y/N grew older, her abilities grew too. And she became even more powerful – more powerful than Poison Ivy would ever be. Persuasion and mind control were one of her many gifts. She’d gotten better at controlling them. But her emotions sometimes got the best of her.

If she wasn’t such a saint, Y/N’s powers would be terrifying and dangerous.

But she would never be comfortable with hurting and killing people like her mothers were. She understood that their victims deserved what they got. But she still knew she could never live with herself if she hurt someone again – especially by accident.

“Why do you even want to go to a bar so badly?” Damian questioned.

“I feel – I don’t know – suffocated,” Y/N admitted. “I wanna experience…something. Anything, really.”

Y/N had started leaving Robinson Park more and more. But it was always under the supervision of someone. Either her mother or Harley. But they both allowed such trips without them if Damian or Jon was with her. Sometimes it was to a coffee shop or a food truck. But to Gotham, Y/N still didn’t exist.

“There are better things to experience than a grimy bar,” Damian argued. “How about we go to the art museum tomorrow?”

Y/N didn’t hide her disappointment, but just nodded.

She started swimming back to the boulder. But she stopped before pulling herself out of the water.

“Oh, no,” she gasped.

“What?”

“I think Harley stole our clothes…”

“You have got to be joking,” Damian groaned.

Y/N sighed.

She could care less about walking around naked. Between the three women, they were practically a nudist colony. She and her mother needed the sun to stay strong, and would often sunbathe in the nude to relax when they were tired. And Harley just joined in on the fun. Y/N’s mothers made sure she realized there was nothing to be ashamed of with her body, that she was beautiful. Y/N just didn’t associate nudity with desire or sex.

But she knew Damian wasn’t raised the same way she was.

“I have a solution,” Y/N muttered.

Without giving Damian any warning, she gracefully lifted herself out of the water and on top of the boulder.

Damian knew he should look away. He was raised to be a gentleman by his father, Alfred, and his brothers. But his eyes were glued to her like he was in a trance.

Y/N didn’t realize he was staring at her naked body as she held out her arms and closed her eyes – not that she cared. Slowly, tiny green vines crawled up her body, and water lilies and lotus flowers started blooming against her skin. They were the only things keeping her decent, covering the most intimate parts of her body like a bathing suit and then like nature’s lingerie. She looked like The Birth of Venus.

Then she held out her palm and a giant leaf – the size of a grown man – grew from it.

She turned around and bent down to the water from atop of the boulder. “Here. You can use this until we get our clothes back.” He could basically use it as a towel and wrap it around his waist.

But Damian didn’t take it.

He had completely lost control of himself. The other thing about being a teenager was puberty, erratic hormones, and the lack of control he had over…well, certain parts of his body.

Damian wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Just…give me a minute. OK?”

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. “What do you–” Then her face dropped, “Oh.”

Damian wanted to escape this moment so he dunked his head underwater.

God, if his brothers ever found out about this…

When he resurfaced, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. “I’m gonna give you a minute while I go fight Harley back for your clothes!” He could hear her call out from a distance.

By some miracle, Damian had gotten control of himself by the time Y/N came back with his clothes politely folded in her hands.

“Harley said she was sorry,” she told him.

“No she didn’t,” Damian growled.

Y/N winced. “No, she didn’t,” she admitted.

Then she turned around.

Damian quickly dropped the giant leaf and changed into his clothes with a speed even he didn’t know he had.

“You can…turn around,” he sighed.

Instead of having a teasing smirk on her face, Y/N looked rather serious.

Without saying anything, they walked back to the greenhouse. Somehow Damian knew she was leading them back to her bedroom. And he blindly followed. It was where they usually hung out, Harley and Ivy almost never bothering them.

Y/N walked in and sat on the edge of her neatly made bed.

“Damian,” she mumbled, not making eye contact.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Oh, god. He was going to have to explain himself. She probably thought he was some kind of creep now, no better than some peeping tom or pedophile.

He nodded, knowing there was nowhere for him to hide.

“Why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Oh. This was not what he’d expected.

“I haven’t been avoiding you. Father has me on back to back patrol.”

Y/N shook her head. “You’ve never been too busy for me. Not even when you thought your father was dead and Dick was taking care of you.”

Damian sighed. “I don’t know what you are expecting me to say, Y/N.”

“Something’s changed between us. And I know you feel it, too.”

“I don’t know what you speak of,” he growled.

Now she was getting angry. And she shot up from the bed to stand up to him.

“Please don’t lie to me! Everyone’s noticed a change: my mom, Harley, even Jon.”

“We’re friends, Y/N. Always have been. Always will be,” he pushed.

Y/N stepped closer to him. “If you really feel that way, that’s fine. But I don’t think you do, Damian.”

He froze in place as she got closer and closer.

He’d dreamt of this moment for so long. And in this moment, he realized why he had been feeling off, why he couldn’t sleep, why he had been avoiding her.

Damian Wayne was in love.

And she knew him better than anyone, so that meant she had put it together long before he did.

Y/N cupped his cheek.

Damian swore his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

She leaned closer, but stopped when their lips were just a few centimeters apart. Her eyes flickered up to his, scared of making a mistake. But Damian did nothing to push her away, so Y/N closed the last of the distance between them. Her lips moved against his so smoothly. He knew this was her first kiss, but it sure didn’t seem like it.

But suddenly a toxic feeling washed over Damian.

No.

This shouldn’t be happening.

Love was for children. Love made people weak.

Love is why his father pushed women away left and right. Love is why Dick lost his focus on missions and ended up hurt. Love was what got Jason killed.

Damian shoved Y/N away from him, breaking the kiss harshly.

She instantly looked hurt.

“How do I know this is real? Huh?” Damian cried out. “How do I know this isn’t you?”

‘You’ as in her abilities. Her pheromones that brought even the strongest to their knees to worship the ground she walked on and give in to their darkest sexual desires.

He had never seen her do such a thing, but he had seen her mother’s powers in action. And Y/N was stronger than her, so he knew she could do the same.

Y/N looked hurt. Her eyes glowed green as they filled with tears. “Damian,” she whispered shakily, hurt clear in her voice.

“You have the power of seduction, do you not?”

But his heart screamed, ‘Damian, what are you doing?’

“I-I-I would never use my powers on you like that!” She stuttered out in a gasp, as tears flooded down her face. “You know I wouldn’t!”

“But what if you didn’t even realize you were doing it? How can you be so sure?”

Y/N was crying now. “I am sure!”

“How?” Damian fought back.

“Because I just am! Don’t you trust me?” She sobbed.

Damian was breathing heavily, but said nothing.

And that was worst than speaking. He’d missed his window to take everything back before it was too late.

“Get out,” Y/N suddenly growled.

His eyes shot to hers.

“I said get the fuck out!”

He didn’t move.

“LEAVE, DAMIAN!” Her eyes glowed and her veins turned green, covering her skin with poisonous lines.

He jumped back, never seeing her angry before.

But he did what she said and he fled.

When he got to the kitchen, Ivy and Harley were playing cards.

“Where’s the fire, kiddo?” Harley asked as they saw him rushing out .

He ignored them. As soon as he was outside of the greenhouse, he ran. And he didn’t stop running until he was at the gates of Wayne Manor.

Y/N eyed the bar from across the street.

‘Don’t be such a baby,’ she thought and crossed the street.

The heels she was wearing made her feel like a newborn dear. Her dress left little to the imagination and showed all the right skin. She opted for a dress with earthy tones instead of her family’s notorious green.

Y/N wasn’t a kid anymore. And she wanted to feel like a woman.

She came with the intention to find trouble. After being denied by Damian, she convinced herself the only way to feel better was to get what she wanted from someone else – even if it was a stranger in a bar.

In regards to her sexuality, Ivy and Harley had been rather disappointed when Y/N came out as straight to them.

“Are ya sure you’re not somewhere in the middle, sunflower?” Harley pushed when she told them. “Maybe this is just a phase…”

Both Harley and her mother had almost always known they were bisexual. And they had just assumed Y/N would grow up to be the same.

However, Ivy was more accepting of Y/N’s coming out. But Y/N had still seen the worry and dread in her mother’s eyes. Ivy hated men and didn’t trust them. She knew Y/N would have more heartbreak from them than she ever would from any female lover.

Ivy had never hidden her misandry, and tried to prepare her daughter for the evils of men since the day she was born.

But Ivy still had soother her daughter’s worries, “We’ll love you no matter what.”

Now Y/N stood in front of the bouncer.

“ID?” He glared at her.

And here was her first test.

Y/N tilted her head to the side and gave him a tempting look as she let her pheromones loose. “Oh, you sure you need that from me, handsome?”

She watched as his body loss control. He blinked rapidly as her pheromones took control of his body and mind.

He cleared his throat. “Of course, I don’t. Go right in, beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she cooed and walked past him as he held the door open for her.

But now that she was in the dim lighting of the semi-crowded bar, her courage wavered. Everyone stared at her as she entered. Whether it was from her powers or just her, she had no idea. It was hard to tell.

Y/N was suddenly overcome with anxiety.

Had she bitten off more than she could chew?

But she pushed the thought out of her head.

Y/N had seen her mother in action enough times to know how to do this. And she didn’t need to use her powers. No, she could seduce a man without help.

‘Get a drink. That’ll calm you down,’ a voice said in her head.

She slowly walked to the edge of the bar and instantly got the attention of the bartender.

A few seconds later, he had her drink in front of her, “On the house, darlin’.”

Y/N blinked in surprise.

Even after a few sips, she was still nearly shaking from nerves.

Little did she know her pheromones were slowly filling the bar, affecting all of the patrons. There were no windows and no airflow, and therefore she was slowly poisoning the entire bar with desire for her.

And there was no fooling, Y/N was still a child, a teenager. And she had yet to fully understand what men were capable of when they saw something they wanted. They took what they wanted.

Suddenly a man grabbed Y/N by the arm and turned her around.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” He growled.

Y/N gasped at how forward he was and how little space he gave her.

“Don’t touch me,” she growled, shoving him away.

But as soon as he stepped back, she saw that the whole bar was on their feet and staring at her. They all wanted her – even the women. But they weren’t who she had to worry about.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Y/N whispered as she tried to find her escape.

Suddenly all of them rushed her, wanting to touch her skin, to feel her.

She shoved one after another away.

But then she was grabbed by a middle-aged man. He was at least 6’5 and built like a brick house – he was too strong to push off of her.

Y/N yelped when he shoved her through the bar and out the back door, bringing them into an alleyway.

“Get off of me! Don’t fucking touch me!” Y/N screamed.

But she underestimated her poison and pheromone’s hold over the man. He wanted her and he didn’t care where or how.

He shoved her on top of a closed dumpster.

“Please,” Y/N begged. “Please stop.”

He growled, pulled down the thin straps of her dress, exposing her black, strapless bra. Then he hiked up the hem of her dress to her waist.

Y/N panicked, trying to think of all the self defense her mother and Harley taught her. But she never had to use it under pressure, and her body was crippling now.

She was sobbing and trying to shove the man off of her. But he was so strong.

He grabbed the band of her underwear and swiftly pulled, ripping them off.

“HEY! HEY!” A distorted voice yelled from the end of the alley. “GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!”

But Y/N didn’t even hear them. Her body was too busy going into survival mode.

As the man was busy with undoing his pants, Y/N’s veins ran green and her eyes turned green, but they didn’t glow this time. No, they didn’t want to alert her prey.

It was like Y/N’s body had been taken over.

And it was now grasping the mans face and then pulled it to hers. Her lips slammed against his and she wrapped them into a deadly kiss.

The poison only took seconds to transfer to his body.

When it took effect, he stumbled away from her and took a step back. His eyes were wide with fear and his mouth was open as if gasping for air.

A second later, he dropped to the ground.

Dead.

“Holy fucking shit,” that same voice spoke again.

Y/N looked up to see a giant figure in a leather jacket and a bright red helmet.

“Stay away from me!” She gasped.

The figure held up its hands. “Hey, hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

But she ignored him, staring down at the now dead man who had assaulted her.

“I killed him,” she whispered. “I killed him. I killed him. I fucking killed him.”

The man in the red helmet. “Listen to me, you didn’t do shit.” Then, without hesitating, he whipped out a gun and shot the dead man 3 times in the chest.

Y/N jumped and covered her ears as she winced. She’d never heard a gun before…and it scared the shit out of her.

“See? I killed the bastard,” he told her, his voice still managing to sound surprisingly soft for being distorted by the mechanics of his helmet.

Y/N was slowly coming out of her panic attack.

Jason figured it was a safe to approach her. He slowly took of his helmet, realizing that it probably was doing little to comfort her. But he still had his black domino mask to protect his identity. Then he shook off his leather jacket and carefully wrapped it around her shoulders, giving her decency and hopefully keeping her warm.

Y/N looked up at him cautiously. And recognition finally crossed her eyes. “I-I-I know you,” she whispered in a stutter.

Jason seemed to relax a little.

A lot of people in Gotham knew his alter ego. Some people saw him as a hero, others were scared of him. But at least he didn’t seem like a creepy stranger to her and he could actually help her now.

“Y-You’re Jason,” she added, making him freeze in his place. “Jason Todd.”

——

Damian had been assigned to patrol the safest neighborhood in Gotham.

It was what he deserved, really.

Last night he had nearly got his head shot off and it was completely his fault. He had been sloppy and in his head, not focusing on the mission at hand. And his father instantly noticed and reprimanded him accordingly.

Deep down Damian knew the punishment was really his father expressing his fear for almost watching his son die. But that didn’t stop the teenage boy from being bitter.

Now he stood on the roof top of a building, looking down at the streets below, fully aware that he would probably see no action tonight.

Obviously he knew why he’d been off his game.

Y/N.

He shouldn’t have said what he did. And he definitely shouldn’t have abandoned her. He was a coward. He saw that now. But in a way, he still believed he did what was best for them. Well, what was best for her. Damian didn’t care what the hell happened to him.

How could they ever truly be together?

They were enemies.

Her mothers, though not being evil, were still dangerous criminals. They didn’t respect the law and they did what they pleased – even if it meant hurting people to get their way. They’d been in and out of Arkham far too many times.

How could Damian be Batman’s accomplice when his girlfriend was so close in the crime he was trying to end?

Not to mention his family would never approve. Why did she think he was hiding their innocent friendship from them after all these years?

As Damian was lost in thought, his comm piece suddenly rang in a blood curdling frequency that hurt his tympanum.

He gasped and ripped it out of his ear, hoping it didn’t just make him go deaf.

But then his senses picked up on an intruder and he quickly realized he was not alone.

Damian whipped around to see Jason jumping onto the roof.

“There you are! Fucking hell! I’m been looking for you everywhere, Damian!”

The use of his given name was the first sign that something terrible had happened. No matter how bad things got Jason never used Damian’s name, opting to use Demon Spawn or Baby Bat or Bastard Child at all times.

“Todd,” the teenager greeted in a growl, expecting him to say one of his brothers or Bruce had gotten injured.

“You need to come with me,” Jason’s voice was nothing but serious.

“Why?” Damian couldn’t help but challenge him. “Did you just short circuit my comms?”

“I can’t explain here. Just do as I ask.”

10 minutes later, Damian realized that Jason had taken him to one of his safe houses in the city.

“Todd, if you don’t start talking soon…” Damian growled as Jason opened the metal gate of his industrial elevator.

But as soon as he entered the safe-house, Damian sensed another presence. It was loft style, so everything was open and easily searchable.

Y/N was sitting in the furthest corner, legs hugged to her chest. She was shaking so much that even the blanket wrapped over her shoulders couldn’t stop it. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged underneath her eyes, further proving that she had been crying – and crying hard.

Without asking anymore questions, Damian rushed to her side.

“Damian,” Y/N whimpered and buried her face into his chest, starting to cry once again.

“It’s OK. You’re OK. I’m here. I’m here,” Damian whispered to her as he rubbed her back.

But Y/N couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell him what had happened. She just cried and cried until she couldn’t cry any more.

Eventually, she wore herself out and Damian had carried her to the couch. He undid his cape to cover her as she slept.

As soon as he was convinced, she wasn’t going to wake up any time soon, he went to Jason who had been lingering in the kitchen.

“Tell me everything,” Damian demanded.

Jason recalled all that he had seen earlier that night and what Y/N had done. And he watched as Damian got angrier and angrier the further he got.

Then he was disturbingly silent once Jason had finished.

“Did you call her mother?” Damian finally asked, slow and steady.

“Oh, you mean Poison fucking Ivy?” Jason shot back incredulously. “No, I didn’t. She asked me not to. Said she didn’t want any more people to die.”

Damian nodded. That made sense to him.

“When she wakes up, can you drive us back to Robinson Park?”

Jason nodded.

“And…I need you…Can you cover for me tonight?”

Jason quirked an eyebrow. “Cover for you?”

“Just tell father I’m sleeping at your place tonight or something. He will think I’m sulking since he sidelined me tonight.” Then Damian looked over at Y/N sleeping. “I can’t…I can’t leave her tonight, Todd.”

Jason was processing this all much better than he would imagine. And instead of overwhelming him with a million questions, he just nodded his head again.

——

As Jason drove them to Robinson Park, Y/N fell back asleep in the backseat in Damian’s arms.

Damian didn’t bother to wake her when they reached the greenhouse. He just carried her into the greenhouse.

“I’ll pick you up right here early tomorrow morning,” Jason told him.

Damian nodded.

He had called Poison Ivy and Harley at Jason’s safe-house to explain the situation. They were worried out of their minds. But Damian insisted that they couldn’t bombard her tonight. It would only stress Y/N out more. His only saving grace in calming them down was that they trusted him with Y/N’s life and knew she’d be safe with him.

Ivy and Harley were waiting at the entrance with worry in their eyes.

Ivy rushed forward quietly and brushed Y/N’s hair away from her face. Then she scanned the rest of her body for obvious injuries. There were bruises across her arms and shoulders. But they all knew the real damage was mental.

“Do you mind…May I spend the night with her?” Damian asked softly.

Ivy gave him a sympathetic look.

“Of course you can, sugar,” Harley answered for her.

Damian just nodded and carried Y/N to her bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and started changing out of his Robin uniform. He had extra clothes at Y/N’s place and quickly changed into them.

“Damian?” Y/N croaked.

He turned and hurried to the bed. “I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed quietly.

“Sorry? Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“I didn’t mean to do it,” she whispered.

“I know, Y/N. I know.” Damian slipped onto the other side of her bed and Y/N instantly moved into his arms. “Just sleep tonight,” he sighed. “We can talk in the morning.”

She nodded into chest and hugged him tighter.

They had countless secret sleepovers as kids. But they weren’t like this. Those were filled with flashlights, sleeping bags, and giggling until exhaustion gave them no choice but to pass out. This cuddling was new. And now Y/N was embracing him like a lifeline.

Damian lay awake for most the night.

She went to the bar alone because he wouldn’t go with her.

If he hadn’t hurt her, if he hadn’t lied and pushed her away…then none of this ever would’ve happened.

The sunrise came far to quick for his liking.

But Y/N woke up with it.

She had always been an early riser, claiming to want to get as much as the sun as she could.

“You’re still here,” she greeted him sleepily.

Damian kissed her forehead. “Of course I am.”

“They’ll know I did it,” she whispered suddenly, looking up at the ceiling.

“No. No one will ever know. Your mothers took care of it.”

The body would never be found. Just like the first time Y/N accidentally took someone’s life. And just like last time, Damian would never tell a soul and would protect Y/N with his life.

“Damian, I lost control. I tried to stop it. But they…they wouldn’t stop. The whole bar was possessed. And I only have myself to blame.”

“We’ll practice,” Damian tried to assure her. “Your mother and I will make sure nothing like this will ever happen again.”

But he knew it would take more than that to convince Y/N that she wasn’t a danger to herself or anyone around her.

“Y/N…” his voice shook.

Y/N finally took her eyes off the glass ceiling to look at him.

“I’m sorry for what I did the other night. I didn’t mean any of it.”

Her eyes softened and she caressed his cheek. “I know you didn’t, Damian. I know.”

“But I still hurt you,” he wasn’t going to let himself off that easily.

“You did. But I know why you reacted that way.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He shook his head. “But this was never meant to happen. I was trained for many things, and being someone’s partner was not one of them. This. All of this…it scares me.”

Y/N smirked at that. “I thought you weren’t scared of anything.”

“I’m scared of being in love. I’m scared of you being used against me or getting caught in the life I born into.”

“I’m stronger than you think, Damian.”

And last night had a fucked up way of proving that to her.

“I’m scared, too.” She whispered. “But I don’t want to give up.”

Instead of responding, Damian crashed his lips against hers. And Y/N quickly kissed him back. But Damian was careful after what happened to Y/N last night. He didn’t want to push her too hard, too fast. So he reluctantly pulled away after a few minutes.

Y/N stared into his green eyes a moment before telling him, “I want to give you something.”

She jumped out of bed and shuffled to one of her dressers. She grabbed something out of it and hurried back to the bed, kneeling in front of Damian now.

She opened her palm to show him a corked test tube that was filled with a liquid that seemed to be glowing slightly, not that much different than her eyes.

“What is this?” Damian asked carefully, not taking it from her quite yet.

“It’s an anecdote. It protects anyone from all of mine and my mother’s toxins, poisons, and pheromones. It also cures all of them if given to the victim in time.”

His brow furrowed. “Why would you give me this?”

“If you’re still unsure if your feelings are real…take this.”

Damian pushed her hand away. “I don’t need to. I know how I feel.”

Y/N’s head hung.

“Unless you are the one that’s unsure,” Damian suddenly realized. “I’ll take the damn thing now just to prove it to you.”

“No. I know it’s real,” Y/N mumbled.

“You do?”

Y/N gave Damian a sad smile. “You don’t look at me the way those people did last night. You’re eyes aren’t filled with hunger and domination. You look at me with patience and…love,” she finished. “I know what forced lust looks like, and never once have you shown it.”

Damian couldn’t help himself and brought her face to his so he could kiss her once again.

“I want you to have it,” Y/N whispered when their kiss ended.

She shoved the anecdote in Damian’s hand.

He looked at it, realizing there were very few things she could do that would stronger show how much she trusted him.

Before Damian could say anything on the matter, his phone started ringing.

He sighed, “That will be Todd…”

“You have to go,” she finished for him.

“I don’t want to leave you. But my father is most likely suspicious already.”

As if on cue, Cheddar jumped onto the bed and snuggled against Y/N.

“I won’t be alone,” she laughed, as she pet the top of her cat’s head. “And you know the moms are going to be hovering all day…”

Damian smiled. He reached under the cat’s chin, finding his favorite scratching spot. “Good boy. Look after her for me.”

He begrudgingly got up to leave and but quickly turned around for one last kiss.

Y/N laughed at his antics. She could definitely get used to this new side of Damian.

Damian was silent the whole car ride back to the manor.

And when they reached the manor’s gates, Damian’s plan was to quickly jump out and make his escape.

But Jason saw this coming and immediately locked the doors. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” he warned.

Damian scoffed and crossed his arms.

“I think after all the shit last night, you owe me some answers.”

Damian didn’t say anything.

“How long has this little secret relationship been goin’ on, huh?”

Damian thought what his odds were of successfully lying to Jason. Out of all of them, Jason was best at lying. Did that also mean he was the best at reading a lie?

But Jason was right: he deserved answers. He took care of Y/N and had the sense to temporarily hide the body before Ivy and Harley could get rid of it for good.

The least Damian could do in return is tell him the truth. He actually owed him even more than that.

“Since we were 8,” he mumbled.

Jason’s eyebrows rose. “8! You’ve kept this a secret since you were 8!?”

“Look, I knew none of you would approve – especially father. And her very existence is a secret. I did it to protect her.”

Jason seemed surprised by the protectiveness that was thick in Damian’s tone.

Damian fully faced him, “You have already done enough for us. But I need you to promise that you will never tell anyone about her and what happened last night.”

Jason scoffed. “I thrive off keeping secrets from this family.”

But Damian already knew that Jason would never expose them.

“So…you two…you’re…like…dating?” Jason cringed.

Damian rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a child, Todd.”

He smirked. “So, that’s a yes.” Then he closely studied Damian’s face. “Oh, fuck. You love her.”

Damian was silent for a moment, neither denying or confirming the statement.

But Jason already knew the truth.

“Can I go now?” Damian growled.

“One more thing,” Jason reached in the back seat of the car and shoved something into Damian’s chest.

It was a box of condoms.

Damian looked flabbergasted and his face turned bright red. “How the hell am I supposed to walk in with these?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something,” Jason shot back and then pointed a finger to Damian’s chest. “Wrap your dick. I don’t want anymore demon spawn in this fuckin’ city.”

He finally unlocked the car doors.

Damian rolled his eyes and made his escape.

He practically sprinted up the stairs and into his bedroom, immediately hiding the box of condoms in his secret compartment.

Dick found Bruce in the bat cave, working. That man was always working.

Without waiting for an invitation, Dick took the empty chair next to Bruce and joined him in staring at the screens.

“Please tell me you’ve noticed Damian acting differently,” Dick hummed casually. “Something’s been off with him.”

Bruce blinked, but kept looking at the screens. He hesitated before telling him, “I believe he has a girlfriend.”

Dick’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

Bruce shrugged.

“…and do you plan on talking to him about that?” Dick questioned.

“What for?”

He rubbed his face with frustration. “Bruce, you cannot be serious.”

“If he wanted to talk to me about it, he would,” Bruce answered.

“He’s just as emotionally constipated as you are,” Dick snapped. “You really think he’s going to be the one to start the conversation.”

Bruce finally took his eyes off the screen to face him. “Has he talked to you about it?”

Damian’s habit of going to Dick as more as of a father than Bruce was a sensitive topic. And Dick knew deep down it made Bruce upset that his son didn’t trust him the same way he did his oldest brother.

Dick’s silence answered his question.

“How did you even figure it out?” Dick asked. “Have you been tracking him?”

Bruce shook his head. “He walked in with a box of condoms the other day.”

“Well, at least he’s being safe – no thanks for you,” Dick groaned.

Bruce sighed. “I taught Damian to be respectful – we all did. I don’t think you need to be worried about it.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Do you know who she is?”

Bruce shook his head.

“And are you going to continue your privacy-abusing ways and find out?”

“If and when Damian wants to introduce us is his decision.”

Dick had enough and stood up. “This family is so messed up when it comes to relationships,” he mumbled as he walked away.

6 MONTHS LATER

Damian had walked into the greenhouse to find Ivy and Harley looking at a map of some kind. No, they were blue prints.

As soon as they noticed his entrance, they rolled up the paper.

Damian quirked an eyebrow, but ignored it. “Is Y/N in her room?”

They both nodded.

He bowed his head and started walking past.

“Not so fast, kiddo,” Harley interrupted.

Damian paused.

“It’s time we had a little talk,” she said with an evil smirk.

Damian rubbed his face. He had been dreading this conversation. But, honestly, he was surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. After all, the two of them knew the exact moment his and Y/N’s relationship had moved from platonic to romantic.

“We want to make sure ya treatin’ our little sunflower right,” Harley cooed.

“She has an IUD…” Damian noted, as if it was obvious, because they were the reason she even got one.

“We’re not talking about safety. We’re talking about pleasure,” Harley clarified with her infamous cackle.

Damian groaned. God, this was so much worse than the safe sex talk. “Believe it or not, my mother taught me quite a lot about female anatomy.”

“Your mother also drugged your father and assaulted him to get pregnant with you,” Ivy pointed out. “So I that doesn’t exactly comfort me.”

“I would never do that to her or anyone,” Damian said darkly, insulted that she had even suggested he was capable of the same mistakes his mother made.

“Look little puddin’, we wouldn’t be worried about this if you were a gal,” Harley told him bluntly. “Most men don’t know what they’re doing. And teenage boys definitely don’t know what they’re doing. They don’t appreciate the female body…”

“OK! Enough!” Y/N shouted suddenly.

None of them had heard her walk in the room.

Damian looked at Y/N like she was his knight in shining armor.

“Fuck. You two are mortifying,” Y/N hissed as she grabbed Damian’s hand and dragged him to her bedroom.

Once they were in the safety and privacy of her room, Damian relaxed.

“I’m so sorry about them,” rubbed her face in embarrassment.

But Damian didn’t think she should apologize on their behalf. “How do they know we haven’t had sex yet?”

Y/N shrugged. “My pheromones. Mother would instantly know.”

“Interesting…” he mumbled.

Although, Y/N didn’t share with Damian the fact that she had recently started asking her moms more specific questions on the subject and way more frequently.

Suddenly, Y/N stepped very close to her boyfriend with an adorable smile.

“Hi,” she giggle before kissing him, upset she couldn’t immediately do it upon his arrival. Instead she had to save him from her moms.

“Hello,” he greeted with a smile when they broke apart.

“So,” Y/N sighed as she plopped herself to sit on the edge of her bed. “What exactly did your mother teach you about female anatomy?”

“You heard that?” He groaned.

She laughed at his embarrassment.

Damian blushed. “Truly, I would prefer the classic threat to my life that dads give, than two moms asking if I know how to pleasure their daughter.”

Now Y/N was really laughing.

But Damian had enough of the teasing and embarrassment.

He slowly walked to the edge of the bed and didn’t stop until he stood between Y/N’s legs. She yelped with his hands gripped her waist and brought it to his, eliminating all space between their bodies.

Then he dipped his head. “But trust me when I said my mother was very thorough in her teachings. She always said the world has no more room for disappointing male lovers.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “Damian Wayne. Who are you?”

Damian answered her question with a passionate kiss.

He pulled them fully onto the back, hovering over his girlfriend as he deepened the kiss.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Damian asked, his voice husky from kissing.

“Nothing,” Y/N laughed lightly.

“Will you come spend the night with me at the condo?” He asked.

The condo as in one of his father’s many properties in the city. It was a penthouse in one of the few safe areas of Gotham.

But Y/N knew what he was really asking, and he seemed to read her mind.

Damian cleared his throat. “I have quickly realized that I want to be far, far away from your moms when…” the words died out.

And he was back to shy and unsure self.

“You don’t even have to ask,” she whispered to him as she thumb traced his bottom lip.

“Actually I do have to ask,” Damian corrected.

Y/N had to follow very strict instructions when she arrived at the Wayne condo. This was all to ensure that no one would catch her entrance on any security footage and Damian could hide that they were ever there.

“What’s all this?” She asked when he led her to the kitchen. Her eyes took in all the ingredients on the kitchen island.

“I thought I would make you dinner…” Damian told her as if it were obvious and should’ve been expected.

Y/N’s heart warmed and she quickly kissed him.

Their night was normal. More normal than their relationship or friendship has ever been.

It almost made them feel like a normal couple: Damian cooking. Having a place to themselves. No hiding. No parents invading their privacy.

They felt like adults. And they felt free.

Y/N was amazed at Damian’s cooking. He had never done this before – mostly because there was never an opportunity.

When they were done eating, a comfortable and peaceful silence fell over them. The music Y/N put on and the rain outside were only things they listened to.

Y/N slipped out of her chair went to Damian’s lap. He welcomed her body against his.

“Thank you for dinner,” Y/N told him softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I honestly had no idea you could cook,” she giggled.

Damian just kissed her in response.

“I’m gonna clean up,” Y/N told him, starting to get up from his lap.

But Damian tightened his grip and wouldn’t let her.

“Leave it,” he told her.

It was soft, but Y/N could tell she shouldn’t argue with him.

Damian carefully stood from the chair with her still in his arms. He may have been a lanky teenager, but he was disturbingly strong from this training and life as Robin.

He carried her to the master bedroom.

Everything happened so slowly. But in Y/N’s head, it was all so fast.

Next thing she knew, they were naked under the covers, kissing more and more passionately.

Damian pulled away and looked down at her with concern.

“What? What’s wrong?” She quickly asked. Her breathing was so shallow.

“You are trembling,” he said quietly.

“I’m fine,” she answered too quickly.

But he narrowed his eyes, silently warning her not to lie to him.

“I’m…umm…” She struggled to speak.

Y/N’s eyes simmered green suddenly, not glowing like usual, but dark. Damian had never seen them do that before.

“I’m really fucking nervous right now,” she finally admitted.

“Y/N,” Damian murmured. “We do not have to do this.”

“No, no, no,” she tried to shut that down.

“Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” He asked, immediately thinking he had done something wrong.

Y/N’s eyes widened “No, you didn’t do anything, Damian.”

Then she pulled his face down to keep kissing him.

But Damian gently pulled away. “Do not do that,” he warned gently.

“Do what?”

“Pretend like you are alright when you are not.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whimpered. “It was just the build up. I’ve been getting more and more anxious all night. And now I’m all in my head.”

Damian slowly got out of bed and started shuffling around the room. He put his boxer briefs back on and started looking for fresh clothes in the closet, and then handed her an oversize cotton shirt.

He sat on the edge of the bed as Y/N looked at him with confusion.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked so quietly, scared of his answer.

Damian blinked, and then his face scrunched in realization.

He quickly cupped her face. “What? I would never be mad at you for such a thing. Do not ever apologize for saying no to me. Understand?”

He was using his Robin voice and it really caught Y/N off guard.

But it was clear he was waiting for a confirmation from her, so she quickly nodded.

“I would never make you do something you were not completely comfortable with,” he added gently.

She nodded again. “I know that. I was just scared to admit that I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Come here,” he told her as he slid back into the bed, pulling her back into his arms.

Y/N didn’t bother putting on the shirt he’d handed her. The nudity wasn’t her problem, it never was.

“I love you,” she uttered so quietly, almost like she was speaking to the night.

“Wana ahibuk, ya habibi,” he whispered into her hair before kissing her.

Y/N didn’t speak Arabic – she was working on that – but somehow she still felt what he’d spoken to her.

“We need to regroup!” Dick screamed in his comms to the family. “They’ve split us apart on purpose!”

It was true. Whoever was behind this attack had known that the bat family patrolled different areas of Gotham, and now they’d taken advantage of that.

“I’m trying to find an out!” Tim huffed, clearly out of breath as he kept fighting.

Damian ignored his brothers. Maybe it was his arrogance, but he tended to almost never panic in situations like this.

However, what he was worried about was missing date night with Y/N.

He was supposed to meet her 30 minutes ago.

Then a familiar figure dropped down in front of him.

Slade.

Damian’s jaw clenched at the sight of him.

That explained how the attack had been planned so well: Slade knew their family well. Too well.

And there had been a certain rivalry between Damian and him since he’d taken one of his eyes as a mere boy.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the world’s most entitled brat,” Slade cooed as he unsheathed both of his swords.

Damian glared. “Did you come to lose your other eye?” He held his sword at the ready, correcting his stance.

The next second, they were charging each other and their sword fighting began.

Slade was still a few inches taller than Damian’s teenage height. But the growth spurt still made Damian at less of a disadvantage than when he faced off with the traitor as a child.

Their swords collided, locking them in place.

Slade lowered his head closer. “Tell me…how does it feel to never truly belong?”

Damian shoved him away, but the man kept talking.

“You’re not strong enough for the League, but you’re far too corrupt to ever truly be the noble Batman’s son.”

Damian growled at the comment, but said nothing more.

Slade was clearly trying to distract him or a get a enough of a rise out of him that he lost his focus.

They continued fighting, both growing more exhausted.

The fight when on and on and one, then Damian suddenly heard a scream of pain in his comms.

It was Tim.

The sound alone caused Damian to mess up his footing.

Slade noticed and immediately took advantage of it. He sliced his sword across Damian’s chest, striking him down.

Damian groaned in pain and fell to his knees. Not even a second later, Slade sent a kick to his middle, further injuring Damian and knocking him completely to the ground.

‘Get up!’ Damian’s mind told him. ‘Get up you weakling.’

Slade put his sword underneath his chin. “No one will miss you,” he smirked.

No. That wasn’t true. His family would. Of course they would.

But that’s not who Damian was thinking of. No. Not at all.

It was Y/N’s face that flashed in his mind. She would miss him. In fact, he wasn’t sure she’d ever recover. She loved him so much. In fact, Damian was sure he’d never be loved as much by anyone else in his life ever again.

Damian looked up, meeting his fate. He refused to show fear in death.

Slade raised his sword.

Except it never fell.

Instead Slade was ripped back 30 feet like a rocket.

Damian looked around in a panic.

Giant vines erupted form the concrete of Gotham.

And the first one had wrapped around Slade’s torso and had ripped him away from Damian protectively.

The others were picking up cars and tossing them at Slade’s comrades, taking them out by the handful.

As Damian shakily go to his feet, someone had stepped between him and the enemy.

Y/N.

“Stay away from him,” she growled as Slade got back to his feet.

“Y/N, get out of here,” Damian begged. He struggled to get back on his feet.

But she ignored him entirely.

And instead…she wreaked havoc on the enemy.

Screams filled the air as the thick vines whipped and grabbed. It was even terrifying to watch while knowing one was safe and they were allies.

And soon, it was just Slade left.

Vines wrapped around him, holding him in place. Y/N clenched her fist and Slade screamed in pain as the vine broke half the bones in her body from the pressure.

Damian knew she was going to kill him. The veins in her skin popped out as they turned green. Her body was preparing for a poisonous kiss, and he knew it.

He jumped in front of her. “Y/N, that’s enough.” His voice was low and serious, making sure Slade couldn’t hear him.

“He almost killed you!” She tried to argue.

“It does not matter. You cannot kill him. You have broken half his body. He’s not going anywhere. Let the authorities handle him.”

Y/N turned around to glare at Slade.

“Fine,” she huffed. But with a gesture of her hand, the vines tightened again, now putting pressure on Slade’s broken body. He cried out in pain once again.

Now that they were out of danger, Y/N’s full attention was on Damian.

“You’re hurt,” she whimpered.

“This is nothing,” he quickly told her. “What are you doing here?”

“You never miss date night. And if you do, you always message me. Always. I knew something was wrong.”

“It was quite the surprise,” Damian managed to smirk.

But Y/N wasn’t as amused and was looking at the gash on his torso that was bleeding. She was used to seeing Damian bruised and patched up. But it was always after he’d been tended to – plus, Damian always played off his injuries as to not worry her.

“I will be fine, Y/N.”

Sirens started ringing in the distance. Followed by someone jumping to the ground behind them.

Y/N whipped around and placed her body protectively in front of Damian, ready to fight yet again.

“Red Hood,” Damian greeted.

Y/N instantly relaxed.

“You gotta go,” Jason pointed to Y/N. “Cops are gonna be here any minute. And if you guys want to keep this little Romeo and Juliet shit going, you best not be here when they get here – or worse, when Bats gets here.”

Damian knew he was right.

Y/N and him shared a look.

“Go,” Damian pushed her. “I will be fine.”

Y/N reluctantly did as she was told, but not before kissing him.

——

Damian and Tim both barely made it home alive tonight. Tim had broken his arm and had bruises and cut all across his body. And Damian had to get stitches from Slade’s sever. And one of his ribs was badly bruised. But the rest of the family was thankfully doing alright.

But that meant Damian was on strict orders to recover. There would be no Robin for a couple of weeks. And he hated being sidelined.

He was pouting in his bedroom sketching when Jason surprisingly walked in.

Jason rarely spent time at the manor. Alfred basically had to beg him to visit.

“What are you doing here?” Damian asked without taking his eyes off of his paper.

Jason closed the door behind him and walked to Damian.

“Special delivery,” he said before reaching into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulling out a glass vial.

Damian immediately knew who it was from.

“She said it would enhance the healing process and numb the pain,” Jason shrugged.

“She gave this to you?”

Jason chuckled. “Yep. The girl gave me a heart attack when plants started crawling through my window and she jumped into my living room.”

Damian tried to suppress his smile at the image.

Jason’s amusement dropped. “She’s real worried about you, ya know.”

“I know.”

Jason sighed. “She saved your ass tonight. You got lucky.”

Damian glared at him. “I had it under control.”

“Maybe you should get over your ego and just thank her.”

But Y/N wasn’t looking for thanks. Damian would’ve done the same thing had the roles been reversed. That was their relationship.

There was not much else to say, so Damian finally looked up and gave Jason a look that asked, ‘Why are you still here?’

“How long do you plan on keeping this a secret?”

“Todd, stay out of it,” Damian warned.

Jason stepped even closer to him before lowering his voice. “Listen, Poison Ivy and Harley are planning something. And I don’t think you should be getting in the middle of it.”

“Planning what?” Damian only half cared.

“You’re too busy being a love sick puppy to notice that Gotham is about to make a deal with Powers Technology. Their proposing to build an oil rig within Gotham’s city limits. Not to mention another factory that will increase pollution.”

“What is your point, Todd?” Damian feigned ignorance.

All these years he’d done a good job of staying out of Ivy’s criminal behavior. It would’ve only complicated his relationship with Y/N and his job as Robin. But now it seemed that had all come to an end.

“Did you forget your girl’s mom is the most notorious eco-terrorist in the world?” Jason scoffed. “Powers Tech is one of the most environmentally destructive corporations in America, and they’re about to make Gotham their new home.”

Damian did know about this. Not only had Jason been following this news, but so was Bruce. Damian would be rather terrible at his job as Robin if he wasn’t already aware that Ivy was most likely going to make a move.

“I know what I’m doing,” Damian sighed.

“And that is…what? Not doing anything at all?” Jason challenged.

Damian only glared at him.

Jason sighed. He should’ve known this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere or help anything. “You can’t be neutral player in Gotham. Not as Damian Wayne and definitely not as Robin.”

“Will that be all?” Damian quipped.

“Fuck this,” Jason snapped, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m done.”

And with that, he quickly left Damian’s bedroom and the manor.

——————

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Damian was asleep when he heard them.

Something or someone was at his window.

His eyes snapped open and he reached for his sword in the same breath.

But when he whipped around in bed to face the intruder, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing here?” He voice was rough with sleep.

“I came to check on you,” she shrugged as if it were obvious.

“Do you have any idea how stupid this is? My father has surveillance around this entire property,” he hissed.

But Y/N looked unimpressed. “And you think I don’t know how to avoid cameras as if my life depended on it?”

Damian was still frowning.

“Relax,” Y/N giggled. That sound alone rid Damian of all pain. “I stayed out of sight.”

Y/N bounced onto his bed, and it took every ounce of strength for Damian not to show his amusement.

She looked around. “So…this is your bedroom, huh? Your photos and videos definitely didn’t capture how huge it is.”

Damian rubbed his face.

She was already here. There was no point in scolding her further.

“Did I wake you?” Y/N whispered.

Damian nodded.

He thought his answer was going to make her feel guilty and let him go back to bed, as long as she could cuddle and sleep with him, too.

But instead, Y/N straddled Damian and pulled him into a rough kiss.

“I haven’t stopped worrying about you,” she whispered to him.

Except Damian was too preoccupied with her eyes glowing. They weren’t nervous this time. No, they were needy, filled with want and love.

“Damian?” She whispered.

“Yes.”

“I’m not nervous anymore.”

But Damian knew what she was really saying.

Tonight had clearly scared her. And Y/N was done waiting or being intimidated by their love. She almost lost him, and her mind wouldn’t let her stop thinking about it. She needed to be close to him, needed to touch him, needed to remind herself that he was OK and alive.

“Am I hurting you?” She suddenly asked, glancing at his injuries.

Damian’s grip on her waist tightened in case she tried to move out of his lap. “No, you are not hurting me.”

“OK,” she answered with a shy smile.

Then she started kissing him again. It was getting more and more heated. And Y/N seemed rather frustrated that Damian wasn’t being more aggressive about taking off her clothes – after all, he had already been sleeping shirtless.

But Damian still wasn’t pushing.

He broke their kiss and stared deeply into her eyes. “Are you certain?”

She grinned at how soft he sounded. Damian Wayne. Her gentle boy. She always thought it was silly that people failed to see this side of him. But it was her secret to protect. And in return he protected her.

“Absolutely,” she told him as she pressed her forehead to his.

——

Damian awoke early the next morning with Y/N still sleeping in his arms.

And he was suddenly bitter that this couldn’t be their every day. It wasn’t fair. Even if he did share their truth, his family would never accept it. His father already despised metas – and Y/N’s parentage only made things worse.

He would have to sneak Y/N out soon.

But he allowed a few more minutes of her being in his arms, and pressed kisses to her naked back and shoulders.

That slowly woke Y/N up.

She turned to face him, but buried her face into Damian’s chest. It reminded him of a cat, making him chuckle.

“We have to go, beloved,” he whispered before kissing her forehead.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh. “Beloved,” she repeated teasingly.

“Do you not like it?” He asked her carefully, suddenly unsure of the intimate name he’d bestowed upon her.

“No, I like it.” She laughed, “I just don’t think a lot of teenage boys are running around calling girls ‘beloved’.”

“Well, I am not like most teenage boys…”

Y/N rolled her eyes at his arrogance. “You tend to think that, don’t you?”

Damian pinched her side. And she let out a quiet yelp.

“Come on. I should bring you home…”

Both their disappointment was clear.

1 MONTH LATER

Damian was given a night off of patrol. But to him, that meant sitting in the cave and closely studying all the monitors as Dick and Bruce patrolled. His father had been rather insistent on giving Damian a break, which seemed rather odd.

A part of him thought he could sneak to the park to see Y/N or even try to sneak her into the manor. But when he had messaged her, she said her mom was in a testy mood for some reason and refused to let her leave the greenhouse.

Damian thought that had been rather odd. But he didn’t push.

A few hours went by without trouble from the patrol.

But Damian should’ve realized it was the calm before the storm.

“There is a SWAT team and GPD arriving at City Hall,” Damian reported to Dick and Bruce.

No response.

That was when the vines crawled up the building.

“B, the cops aren’t equipped to handle Ivy’s toxins. Only SWAT has gas masks,” Dick reported into his comms.

Bruce didn’t respond, though.

The vines had completely taken over City Hall, claiming it as their own.

Damian’s gaze moved to a news report and turned up the volume as an anchor reported, “POISON IVY ATTACKS CITY HALL AS NEGOTIATIONS ARE FINALIZED BETWEEN POWERS TECH AND GOTHAM CITY.”

Damian suddenly put it together.

This is what Ivy had been planning. She was either going to scare Powers Tech out of Gotham, or kill them.

The vines smashed cop cars and started flinging SWAT members and officers around the block like they weighed nothing. But they didn’t stand down.

“Batman, what’s the plan here,” Dick started sounding nervous.

“They’ve got it handled,” Bruce finally spoke.

Damian’s brow furrowed. His father knew better than anyone that the group didn’t stand a chance against Poison Ivy. What was his angle?

Suddenly, GPD started launching gas canisters at Ivy and her monstrosities.

The news helicopter captured a closeup of Ivy as she gasped in pain and was brought to her knees. The gas was making her weak and killing all her attack plants.

Damian’s eyes widened in disbelief, realizing that not only had GPD prepared for Poison Ivy’s plan… but so had Batman. And the latter was so much worse.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

“No,” Damian gasped.

He sprinted out of the cave and up the stairs of the manor to his bedroom.

His breathing was heavy and panicked as he ripped through his room to get to his secret department.

When he opened it, Damian felt sick to his stomach.

The anecdote that Y/N had given him was gone.

And the only person who could’ve taken it…was his father.

It all started to click.

Bruce had known Damian was hiding something. What he actually knew and what he thought he knew didn’t matter. Because he’d found the anecdote, replicated it and supplied it to Gotham to protect itself from Poison Ivy, rendering her powerless.

Damian turned to the TV on in his room, finding the news station.

“THE ECO-TERRORIST KNOWN AS POISON IVY HAS BEEN OVERCOME BY GOTHAM POLICE AND TAKEN INTO CUSTODY. WHILE WE DON’T KNOW THE OUTCOME OF TONIGHT’S EVENTS, IT IS SAFE TO ASSUME DR. PAMELA ISLEY WILL BE SEEING THE INSIDE OF A CELL AT ARKHAM.”

Without thinking, Damian sprinted to the garage, and grabbed the first motorcycle he saw. He threw on a helmet, revved the engine, and raced to the city.

Halfway there, it started pouring rain. The conditions weren’t safe to continue driving on a motorcycle.

But Damian didn’t care. He had to get to her.

Damian skidded the bike to a halt in front of the greenhouse and tossed the helmet to the ground with no consideration.

Sprinting to her bedroom, he yelled out Y/N’s name.

But there was no answer.

Damian was panicked now.

What if they’d come for her? What if his father knew all about Y/N, and the authorities were coming after her now, too? Guilty by association.

Damian wouldn’t let that happen.

He continued to scream her name as he searched the greenhouse. Eventually, the only place left to look was the rooftop.

Stepping into the pouring rain, Damian called out Y/N’s name.

Then he ran to the edge, hoping the high viewpoint would maybe help him locate her within the park. But the rain made it impossible to see more than 10 feet in front of him.

“What did you do?” Y/N said from behind him.

Damian whipped around to find Y/N watching him menacingly. She was wearing a white dress that was soaking wet from the rain and basically transparent. She must’ve been out here long before he’d arrived.

“Y/N, listen to me,” he stepped towards her.

But vines stopped him from getting even an inch closer.

Y/N’s teeth were clenched as she repeated her question, “What did you do, Damian?”

The vines pinned his arms to his side.

“I would never betray you,” he objected.

“You are the only person in the world who has ever possessed the antidote. You had the only key that could take down my mother…and me.” She slowly stepped closer with each word, but her anger grew and grew.

“I did not give it to him! Y/N, please,” Damian begged for her to listen.

But the vines were around his neck now, choking him.

“I don’t believe you!” Y/N screamed. “I kept you and your family’s secret for years and years! Why couldn’t you do the same?”

It wasn’t until she stepped closer that Damian realized she was crying. Her eyes were bloodshot, proving that it had started long before he got there.

Damian wanted to tell her that this wasn’t the first time her mother was stuck in Arkham, that she would see her freedom at one point or another.

“Do you know who else is locked way there?” Y/N cried.

Damian said nothing.

“The Joker. As in the ex of my mother’s partner. And he would love nothing more than to get my mother within his reach and kill her. And he’s just one of her enemies waiting for her.”

Damian struggled against the vines hold.

Y/N stood inches from his face now. Her tears continuing to escape. “My mother will die in there.”

“No, I promise she won’t,” he managed to squeeze the words out as his throat was being tightened.

Y/N tilted her head and gave him an incredulous look. “And you think you have the power to do so? To act against your father – especially after tonight?”

And they both knew she was right.

Y/N stepped closer again, inches from his face as he was pulled off his feet by the vines.

“I hate you,” Y/N hissed.

And Damian’s heart broke.

“I should kill you right now for what you did,” Y/N whimpered. Her eyes flickered to his lips as the veins beneath her skin turned green. “You destroyed my family. Destroyed my home. Don’t you get it? Your father killed my mother.”

Y/N reached out for Damian’s face, roughly cupping his jaw with one hand.

She was hurting, suffering. And her eyes showed it all.

Damian did this – him and his family. Their life mission allowed nothing else.

Her lips hovered over his.

And Damian knew if their lips touched, it would be a kiss of death.

Except, why would he fight? What was the point? He deserved this; he knew he did.

Damian Wayne excepted his fate.

He would rather die than look into the eyes of the girl he loved, knowing that she truly believed he betrayed her.

But Y/N couldn’t do it. She couldn’t.

Maybe if she were more like her mother she could.

Y/N cried harder as she realized what she was incapable of doing.

Slowly, she backed away from him.

“We were fools for thinking this could ever last,” her voice shook. “I never want to see you again, Damian Wayne. And if I do…” She hesitated. “If I do, I will kill you.”

With that, the vines released him and he dropped hard to his hands and knees.

He expected to look up to find Y/N glaring at him. But what he found was so much worse.

She was heartbroken. She was destroyed. She didn’t look at him the same way anymore.

Before Damian could even take in a breath to speak, he was smacked off the roof by one of the plants. The height wasn’t enough to kill him, but it knocked the wind out of his lungs. He coughed into the grass beneath him, trying to get it back.

Walking like a zombie – no purpose or care or mind – Damian made his way back to the motorcycle he had discarded. Ignoring the rain pelting him.

To his surprise, Harley crossed his path.

She had an empty and distant look in her eyes.

Harley was broken.

Damian caught her eye and she stopped walking.

How she hadn’t also been detained was beyond him.

“Harley…” he tried to speak. But he instantly stopped. What could he even say?

In return, she looked at him with disgust. “Go home, kid. Before I change my mind.”

——

Damian didn’t go to the cave. He flew back into the regular garage with his motorcycle, soaking wet and dripping water.

But he wasn’t that lucky.

The entire family was in the kitchen, and they were waiting for his return.

Even Jason was there, looking surprisingly uncomfortable.

Bruce stepped out of the kitchen as soon as he caught sight of his youngest son. The rest of them timidly followed.

“Where have you been?” Bruce demanded. His eyes scanned his son’s body, noticing the bruise around his neck and the cut on his cheek and lip.

But Damian continued his walk, completely ignoring his family as he dripped water through the house and made his way to the stairs.

“Damian!” Bruce yelled out.

The boy whirled around with a murderous look.

“What more could you possibly want from me?” Damian rasped.

Bruce was about to say more. But Dick quickly stepped forward and gripped Bruce’s shoulder, instantly silencing him.

But Bruce was stubborn.

“You lied to me, to all of us,” Bruce told him evenly.

Damian grinder his teeth as his stare tore into his father’s gaze, not backing down. “I wonder why…” the boy snapped.

But he’d had enough. Damian didn’t have anything to say to his father. He was betrayed and treated like a new, distrustful member of his team instead of his only blood son.

So Damian walked out of the room. And he didn’t stop into he was in his bathroom, where he suddenly puked his entire stomach into the toilet.

—–

“You probably could’ve handled that better,” Dick sighed.

“I didn’t raise him to be a liar,” Bruce growled.

“But you knew he had a girlfriend,” Dick argued. “You could’ve talked to him about it.”

“Clearly he didn’t want to have that conversation,” Bruce argued.

“You’re all idiots,” Jason finally chimed in.

Alfred, Tim, Bruce, and Dick’s gazes all snapped to him.

“She wasn’t just his girlfriend. They’ve been best friends since they were 8 years old,” Jason explained. “The girlfriend part was just a recent development. But I’m sure after tonight that’s over and done with.”

“What?” Bruce gasped.

“Yep,” Jason was loving knowing more than all of them. “Wonder why he felt the need to keep that from you for – oh, I don’t know – 9 years.”

Jason rubbed his face and sighed. He grabbed his jacket roughly. “I’ve had enough of this toxic family for one night.”

And they all watched him leave.

——

Damian hadn’t slept a minute last night. Instead, he laid in bed switching between staring at the ceiling, hating himself and looking at photos and videos of Y/N.

When he realized he felt too sick to his stomach to sleep, he went to his sketchbook and realized how much of it was drawings of Y/N.

The most recent ones were the kind he’d never want anyone else to ever lay eyes on. After all, Y/N was not one to be ashamed or shy about her body or nudity.

As Damian looked at the drawings, he realized he would most likely never lay eyes on her in such an intimate manner or feel her skin beneath him ever again. He slammed the sketchbook closed and threw it angrily across his room.

In the morning, Damian walked down to the cave to find Dick and Bruce.

From the look of both of them, neither of them got a lot of sleep either.

But there Damian stood in front of his two paternal figures. They both turned to him, Dick looked concerned and worried. Bruce was composed, as usual.

Damian cleared his throat. “I wish to return to my mother and fulfill my true purpose as Heir to the Demon and successor to the League of Shadows.”

Bruce’s face dropped.

Him and Dick shared a look of concern.

“Damian, let’s talk about this,” Dick began.

But Bruce was silent.

“There is nothing to talk about,” Damian shot back. “I am leaving Gotham.”

It wasn’t until then that Bruce truly understood how much he had hurt his son. Damian had never even so much as threatened to return to Talia before – no matter how bad things got with their family.

But Bruce had never put his lovers first – never. He couldn’t relate to his son’s turmoil. Bruce made the assumption that Damian was exactly like him: putting Robin and Gotham before all else. But maybe this was how Damian was more like Talia.

Somehow Bruce knew that he’d have to fight harder to win his son back. And there was no way he could do it before he fled and returned to his mother.

“If that’s what you want,” Bruce finally spoke, defeat and disappointment clear in his tone.

Damian nodded. “I am leaving tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Dick gaped.

But the teenager never even acknowledged his older brother. Only glaring at his father, silently facing off with him. Damian wanted it be clear that he was leaving because of him and only him.

“You taught me to always have a contingency plan,” Damian said slowly. “But you never told me to have one for your own father.”

Dick’s heart broke as he watched it all unfold.

“I won’t be making that mistake again,” Damian finished before turning and leaving the cave.

——

Damian had multiple duffle bags laying on his bed, filling them as he quickly moved around his room. He feared that if he slowed down, he would somehow change his mind.

He heard the swoosh he’d grown so accustomed to over the years and then heard one of his windows creaking open.

“I came as soon as I heard,” Jon was breathing heavily.

Surely he had seen the news from last night.

Damian ignored him, continuing to pack.

Then Jon’s entire body froze when he saw the half filled bags on Damian’s bed.

“What’s going on? Where are you going?” Jon asked quickly.

“I’m leaving,” was all Damian supplied.

“I just went to Y/N’s. She wouldn’t even see me. The greenhouse is completely surrounded by vines and foliage. With no way in. But my hearing could still pick up her crying. She screamed at me to leave.” Jon frowned and his shoulders slumped. “I wanted to rip through the vines, but I only thought it would make things worse.”

Damian ignored him and kept moving.

“Damian!” Jon finally yelled. “What the hell is going!?”

“I’m leaving Gotham. I’m going back to my mother.”

Jon’s jaw dropped. “Your going back to your mother?” He repeated. “As in you’re going to back to the League of Assassins?”

“Yes,” he was growing frustrated.

“You can’t just leave, Damian! Y/N…she-she needs you!”

The words got Damian to whip around and get into Jon’s face. “She made it very clear that she never wishes to see me again. It is over, Jon. Leave it be.”

“You’re being an idiot,” Jon scoffed.

“I put her mother into Arkham!” Damian yelled. “And she’ll be lucky if she makes it out of alive – let alone a few months.”

“You know it’s not that simple,” Jon looked like a sad puppy.

“All she’s ever had is Ivy and Harley! And I took that away from her!”

“That’s not true,” Jon’s voice shook. “She has you. She has me.”

Damian glared at him. “We are not children anymore, Jon. We cannot hide in our foolish fantasy anymore. And I should have realized that sooner.”

“You’re…You’re really leaving,” Jon whispered.

Damian sighed and nodded.

Jon pulled him into a hug, even though he knew Damian hated them. “Keep in touch, OK?”

Damian only nodded.

But he knew that he wouldn’t.

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The Ashleys rage about the prom court

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Ashleigh Q: ummmm girls? have you seen the STATE of the prom king court? can i just say GROSS Ashleigh Q: who am i supposed to vote for??? Ashley A: it's sooo gross Ashlee T: We can make a statement and not vote but someone will be elected i'm sure or write in a candidate Ashleigh Q.: like how did robinson not get elected wtf Ashley A: RIGHT? Ashley A: unbelievable! Ashley A: i can't believe the vampire trash is on there. Ashley A: on both

Ashleigh Q.: I kNOW Ashleigh Q: Honestly maybe we can talk about having them removed Ashleigh Q: Who can I go to about that do you think Ashleigh Q: Because it's not like they're actually teenagers Ashley A: Mr. Bonfamille-Lyons maybe? Ashleigh Q.: It’s just literally so unfair Ashley A.: he seems a little wary thank god Ashley A: someone should Ashleigh Q.: Hmm true, maybe if I get together, like, a petition with signatures on it Ashleigh Q: so its not just us Ashlee T.: Its the wrong message the school is sending if they are on the ballot

Ashley A.: that's a good idea Ash Ashley A: i can't believe prom king is so pathetic. you know who i'd pitch? Ashley A: barrel so when he wins he'd be so dazed and confused we could just snatch the crown for the right man Ashley A: boy Ashley A: whatever Ashleigh Q.: lolllllllllll Ashleigh Q: i honestly didnt even know who that was? Ashleigh Q: I still dont lol is he at least cute? Ashley A.: he's average. but considering our other choices Ashley A: phineas is dead by the way Ashleigh Q.: Dead?

Ashley A.: i want to destroy him Ashleigh Q.: omg what Ashleigh Q: updates!! Ashley A.: do you know he DARED to suggest that romeo and i are together? Ashleigh Q.: tea time miss ashley a :wink: Ashley A.: that new kid! Ashleigh Q.: OMG Ashleigh Q: OMG Ashley A.: i want to BARF Ashleigh Q.: wow so he's clueless and annoying lol Ashley A.: yeah! not to mention he just asked me to dance with nooooo respect for hierarchy. Ashley A: i want him to suffer a bit. can't believe he's on this list too Ashleigh Q.: ugh Ashleigh Q: thank god we are getting out of this hell hole lol Ashleigh Q: what a sinking ship Ashley A.: seriously Ashley A: and don't even get me started on the stupid prom theme ideas? Ashley A: memes. are we heathens? Ashleigh Q.: but hey he's on the play with me. Maybe i can figure out a way to shave his head or something lmfaooo Ashleigh Q: ugh Ashleigh Q: If that wins I swear lets just host an ashley prom

Ashley A.: you know that's how it would be Ashley A: i'd make our own prom if it were that one or western Ashley A: i don't want to see anyone yeehawing and wearing cowboy boots to PROM Ashleigh Q.: im SHRIEKING lmfao Ashley A.: seriously though! Ashleigh Q.: cowboy boots???? didnt those die with miley cyrus's career Ashley A.: you wish they did Ashleigh Q.: did u already vote then ? Ashleigh Q: i havent bc im gagging over prom king i still have no idea how im supposed to vote morally lmao Ashley A.: i told you Ashley A: vote for barrel Ashley A: and then we take the crown from his dimwitted head Ashley A: everyone else is unacceptable to me Ashley A: i mean nemo? seriously? talk about a joke Ashleigh Q.: no offense ashlee Ashley A.: full offense Ashley A: he's terrible

Ashleigh Q.: i mean he is her dance partner lol she does have to associate with him Ashleigh Q: thats probably the only reason tbh Ashleigh Q: leeching off t's cool points Ashley A.: ugh Ashley A: you're probably right Ashley A: and then that triplet? i mean Ashley A: can you say freak show?

Ashleigh Q.: yeah who did that??? Ashleigh Q: is it mark lee's fault Ashleigh Q: god what an idiot Ashleigh Q: so cute and so dumb Ashley A.: omg i can't believe that guy is dating a mallard Ashleigh Q.: i mean he is a /flutist/ lmfao Ashleigh Q: and also from canada Ashley A: what's your point? Ashleigh Q.: um, canada Ashleigh Q: thats the point lol Ashley A.: okay ash Ashley A: didn't know we were anti canada but i don't care lol Ashleigh Q.: i mean im not anti canada i literally dont care about canada bc its so irelevant Ashley A.: hahaha Ashleigh Q.: anyway yeah he's the bottom of the barrel Ashleigh Q: and barrel is literally named barrel Ashley A.: lol Ashley A: also Ashley A: if mei or vee win prom queen Ashley A: i swear i'm going to Ashley A: rip all their hair out Ashleigh Q.: i KNOW Ashleigh Q: hopefully vee will be disqualified bc BIG ICK Ashley A.: she SHOULD BE DISQUALIFIED Ashley A: just like the princess bitch should've been disqualified last year. i mean seriously Ashley A: she was already royalty Ashley A: that was just suuuch bullshit

Ashleigh Q.: mei should be disqualified based on her dorky pigtails alone but whatever this school is mental Ashley A.: you're so right Ashleigh Q.: i mean mei didnt even GO here two years ago Ashley A.: the other mei is Ashley A: NEW TOO Ashley A: what the hell? Ashleigh Q.: right that should totally be a rule Ashleigh Q: like um if u didnt come in as a frosh, step off Ashley A.: i feel like we're being cheated! Ashleigh Q.: we've dedicated four years of our lives to this school Ashleigh Q: i did not plan four homecomings and countless fundraisers to have Ashleigh Q: an ASHLEY not scoop a crown Ashley A.: right? Ashley A: it's so unacceptable Ashley A: let's write a petition Ashley A: i think we're soooo valid about the vampires. but also about Ashley A: how unfair it is to those who've lived here as long as we have

Ashleigh Q.: yeah like uh hello my daddy literally bought you new desks this here how about some THANKS Ashley A.: RIGHT? ughhh Ashley A: i'm writing something up right now i'm furious Ashleigh Q.: I'll take care of the vamps you do that Ashley A.:  amazing babe :heart:

[fat-baby-hooker]

So I got to work all positive and happy and yeah Friday night is going to be awesome etc. it has been so quiet and such weird bad vibes and crazy drama, I don't know wtf is going on. I've been here nearly five hours and I've had one booking. And that one booking was this guy who came in about a month ago and booked me and he was just fucking amazing, so sexy, so nice, so fun. And he said that he was going to come back the next night, told me a time, seemed totally believable. So obviously I'm an idiot and came into work the next night even though I hadn't been planning on working and of course he didn't show up. Tonight I introed him, he booked me, got up to the room and he was like you don't remember me. And I didn't remember who he was at all and then when I went back into the room after he had a shower it suddenly hit me and I was like omg I remember you, you stood me up! He was just as sexy and amazing as the first time, suuuch a babe omfg. Here's hoping that it picks up and gets busy in the next hour or two because this is insanely dead for a Friday night. Where are all the men?!