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echo-echo31 · 2 years

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Damien x Y/N friends to lovers where they go to Mark and Celine's wedding together?

You watch from the sidelines as figures float across the dance floor. It's fancy, of course; perfectly choreographed to make it seem like effortless elegance. Strange, but you can't help feeling a little bit repulsed by it.

'It'll never last,' The voice that arrives suddenly from your side startles you a bit, tugging you away from your musings about your best friends' first dance.

You seek the source, finding your other best friend (and boss) leaning against a fabulously fake Greek column.

You scoff a little at the revelation.

'That's your sister's marriage you're talking about, Damien,'

The dark haired man seems to chuckle at that, a side of him others rarely notice seeping out.

'Exactly. You think I don't know that Celene attracts the masochist part of men,'

Your gaze returns to the couple, still dancing around the floor with precise steps.

'Mark's changed,' It's the first time you've acknowedged this thought out loud, and now it seems more like a lament than an observation.

Beside you, Damien sighs, head leaning against the fake-marble, eyes peeling away from the wedding scene to land on your own.

The deep brown is a comforting tone compared to the harsh white of perfection.

'We, on the other hand, seem doomed to make the same choices,'

You laugh at that, but cover your mouth quickly, conscious that others in the crowd in front of you may take unkindly to what might be an inappropriate response, given the occasion.

'You sound like a Shakespearen villian, Damien! What's the matter with you?' The mayor's eyes glimmer with mischief, as the stoic expression softens into a small smirk on his lips.

'I just meant that we seem to have found ourselves as outcasts once again. Observing from the cheapseats, as it where.'

"I'd be enjoying the view if it wasn't for the depressing company,'

Damien squints in an expression of fake insult. He seems to consider something for a moment, before taking his hand from his pocket and extending it, palm upwards, towards you.

You stare at it in confusion for several moments.

'Are you proposing we gate-crash the happy couple's dance?'

He properly laughs this time, head meeting the colum behind him and attracting a few curious looks from those nearest to you.

'Oh, Y/N. However tempting that might be, even I wouldn't dare endure the wrath my sister would unleash. I was thinking more that we could vacate the spectacle, and escape to somewhere a bit less...obtrusive'

It only takes you a second of looking back at Mark and Celene, before you reply, 'Oh god, yes.'

Damien flashes his best mayoral smile, then gripping your hand in his, leads you away from the show.

You travel through the brick walls painted to look like limestone, Damien leading you through roofless corridors and up steps until you reach an archway.

Here, he pauses to look back at you, before he leads you once again with his back to the opening, onto a balcony.

It's hard sometimes, to remember why you came to this city. Why you left your hometown for the fast-paced, harshly lit urban chaos. But sometimes, you get reminded with views like this. Damien is usually the one who reminds you.

Looking out, you can see the evidence of life sprawled out, as if just for you. The sky is that hazy blue of twilight, and reflects the city's illumination like sunset on a lake.

You breath in through your nose, smelling the odur of a city lived in, closing your eyes.

When you open them, Damien is looking right at you.

'What?'

He smiles.

'Is it mad to think that nobody in there has a view as beautiful as this?'

An addicting thought that he isn't talking about the city taunts you. You hope he doesn't notice your blush.

Damien turns, resting his forearms on the gold painted railing. You move closer to him, telling yourself it's to shield yourself from the breeze.

Ever since meeting at college, your group of friends have had their lives inertwined with each other. It seemed almost inevitable that you'd end up working for Damien. But the way his laugh made your stomach flip? That wasn't expected.

Neither was his hand slowly moving to be placed over yours.

You stay still, as if terrified any acknowledgement of the moment could make it slip away forever.

Damien brushes his thumb over your hand. Your heart stops and beats ten times faster simultaneously.

'Y/N,' His voice is deeper than usual. 'Seeing those two in there, prancing around like a Hollywood movie...'

You both look down to where your skin is touching.

'It made me realise...I don't want that. I don't want the limelight and the glory and the praise.'

He looks at you, the moment balances like a pause between breaths.

'I can only picture one future for me. And I can't picture it without you.'

The kiss you share a moment later isn't nearly as spectacularly passionate as the one shared at that exact same moment by two others.

But then again, it's not supposed to be.

#echo writes #wkm #damien x y/n #so yeah #markiplier

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triple-asstro · 1 year

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For Us In Every Universe

word count: 1308

tags: angst, Pre-Who Killed Markiplier, domestic fluff, flower crowns,

characters: damien, y/n (aka District Attorney)

relationship: damien x reader

A loud crunch echoed through the kitchen as you chopped the final carrot before sliding the remaining slices into the decorated salad bowl. The rain echoed outside as you grabbed the bowl, walking over towards the well-decorated dining table and placing it in the middle as you glanced towards the clock. 9:03. Only three minutes more. Or so you thought until you heard a loud click and some approaching footsteps coming from the front door.

As you quickly investigated the front door, you saw the mayor man himself, his hair perfectly combed back and his beautiful oak brown eyes shining through the foggy outside.

“Damien, you’re back awfully early. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing in particular just wanted to drop these off,” he said, giving you a lovely daisy flower crown that had each stem intertwined with one another. “Plus, you always suggest I take a break every once in a while.”

“I’m glad this means you’re finally taking my advice.” you chuckled, wiping some additional raindrops off of his coat. “Also, umbrellas.”

“Unfortunately, I was unaware of the sudden weather change.” Damien muttered, his eyebrows curling upwards.

“Well, while we’re here, I could make some hot cocoa for the both of us and we can snuggle on the couch? What do you think?”

“It’s like you read my mind. I’ll get myself into more comfortable attire.” Damien said, excusing himself to go upstairs as you prepped two mugs near the coffee maker. A soft smile crept onto your face as the sounds of churning coffee being poured into your cup were interrupted by an unknown presence creeping behind you.

You know you can’t keep doing this.

“Doing what?”

Being delusional. This won’t help you in any way.

“No. I’m not listening to you.” you stated, yanking both cups and walking into the living room, completely ignoring the presence following behind you. When you approached the couch, you saw an eager Damien, his smile making your heart flutter like it did before and completely wrapped in fluffy wool blankets.

“Wow, you’re pretty excited for this, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am, I’d willingly give up everything if it means I get to spend time with you.” Damien said, grabbing the coffee mug you handed to him as you snuggled closer.

“Yeah, right… How do you always say the most adorable things?”

Damien’s face went completely red, almost like he’d just been outside in a snowstorm. “A-adorable? Well, I simply say what’s on my mind.”

“That’s honestly what you think?” you asked, sipping from your mug.

“Certainly. I’m just glad we’re in this moment right now. It’s just like our university days when the dorm got snowed in.”

“And the thermostat didn’t work and you had to explain why we had to huddle together for warmth? You were mumbling through your entire speech, Dames.”

“Well, I couldn’t just huddle towards you. I had to explain and-”

“Uh-huh, right. You do realize how obvious you were being, right?”

“Perhaps.”

You chuckled as you leaned deeper into the blanket and felt the soft warmth coming from him, slightly adjusting your flower crown and slightly yawning which caused Damien to glance towards your face with concern.

“Oh darling, are you tired? You can take a nap on my lap if you wish.”

“Can I?” you eagerly asked, your eyes widening like a little puppy.

“Of course, lie down love.” he chuckled, flashing another heartwarming smile as you laid your head down on his lap. His hands carefully combed through your tangled hair, unknowingly patting your head which in turn, made you even more tired.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you about what happened today?”

“No, what happened?” you asked, suddenly shooting up from his lap and now leaning on the soft couch facing him. He suddenly pulled two letters out of his pocket, one with golden lettering and the other simply hiding behind with a colourful stamp.

“You remember my dear friend Mark, correct?” You nodded.

“Well, he sent me an invitation the other day about a party he’s hosting in a few days. He exclusively stated you must bring a plus one so…

“I can come.”

“You can? Lovely! It’s great to have the gang back together again and we can all catch up on our lives.”

“Exactly! God, I can’t wait!” you exclaimed, flapping your hands up and down only pausing when you saw the second letter hidden.

“What’s that?”

“This? Oh, this one's for you,” he said, sitting you back down and placing it into your hands. Before you could open it, he stopped you.

“Don’t open it yet. God, you are an impatient little monster.”

“I know, but you love this impatient little monster right?” you teasingly asked.

“Of course, without a doubt. This is a gift for later, perhaps after the party. It’s special for both of us.”

“Okay?” you nervously muttered, glancing at the mysterious letter.

“Y/N, I love you to the ends of this earth. My life has been a blessing ever since I met you. Even when we were little kids all the way to our university days, I’ve always adored you. You’ve never failed to surprise me with how much you can handle and how much you radiate such confidence and this gift, this gift is a tribute to you. It’s a gift for us that’ll hopefully last for centuries to come. No matter where we are, what time it is or whatever universe we’re in, this will always be there.”

You finally opened your eyes, looking around to see an abandoned suburban neighbourhood and in front of you, was a cosy house with a red roof and comfortable porch. It looks like it’s been run down for years. Glancing down towards your hands holding the letter that was given to you all those years ago, you ripped open the beige top and peeked inside.

As you carefully poured the contents out into your hands, a ring suddenly plopped into your hand. It had a diamond band with a gorgeous heart-cut diamond in the middle and the sight of it brought you to tears. You’ve waited long enough for this present so you placed the ring onto your ring finger, the diamond slightly glowing through the snowy fog.

Digging deeper through the letter, you pulled out an old document that was detailed with architectural designs and property deeds until it clicked. He bought you an engagement ring and a house. After the party, he was supposed to take you back home to the rundown cabin you were staying at and propose to you. But, that didn’t happen, did it?

As the sudden realization crashed into you like a wrecking ball, you unfolded the plans only to see a small drawing of a heart with only a single message inside it:

For us in every universe.

-Dames.

The letter dropped to the ground along with you crashing onto your knees as the potential memories of what could've flooded you all at once. It was like you were living through a completely different person's memories. You could’ve had a happy domestic life or maybe even had children, of course to others that might seem like a death sentence but you didn’t care. As long as it was with Damien.. but now, that’s gone. It’s all gone and there was no way you could get them back. It didn’t matter how much you cried and sobbed into the concrete sidewalk as others walking by on the other side silently judged you, the perfect man was taken from you.

In a different universe, this could’ve been different. Something would change and now, the tribute to both of your love was decaying in front of you.

You had to let go. And eventually, you would but it’s hard saying goodbye to the man who was for you in every universe.

#damien wkm #damien x reader #wkm #who killed markiplier #angst #damien angst #markiplier egos #markiplier fanfiction #read on ao3 #damien the mayor #i have damien brainrot-#damien x y/n

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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🌹+Damien please :)

The fire crackled softly in front of you two, red hot flames from it illuminating the otherwise pitch black room with warm light.

"We should do this more often my dear." You heard Damien wisper into the skin of your neck. You titled your head back to look at him, the blanket around you tangling in your legs.

"I agree." You smiled, cupping his face and pressing a swift kiss to the side of his mouth.

"You smell like roses love." He chuckled, chest rumbling with the effort of his laugh.

#damien #damien x y/n #damien x reader #sardonics anons

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super-marvel-dc · 1 year

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Y/N: Hey, what's up?

Jason: Dick asked me for chapstick and I accidentally gave him a glue stick...

Y/N: ...

Jason: He's still not talking to me.

Damian, from the other room: *Hysterically laughing*

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bebx · 2 months

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Christmas sure comes early this year and we’ve all been a little naughty 🤭🥰

new photo of David Howard Thornton as Art the Santa Clown on set of Terrifier 3 is here!

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Being a Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)

Y/n is 15 in this and started being a magical girl at 10

I don’t read the comics so the timeline is likely fucked along with some characters maybe being out of character. I don’t care tho cause this took a long ass time to write and I had fun writing this. So please enjoy

Part 2 Part 3 part 4

3302 word count lol

Becoming a magical girl like in the cartoons you watched as a young girl initially seemed like a dream come true

A wish wrapped in a big pink sparkly bow that when unwrapped opened Pandora’s box to the amount of responsibilities that would be carried over to you

You were naive back then, but after years of being one your much mature now

That initially girly sense of joy soon fading away as the glitter and glam could no longer shield your eyes from the weight of something bigger than yourself was voluntarily placed on your shoulders

Doesn’t matter much in the end. there's no turning back time no matter how you longed to reset its hands

You hunt shadow-like creatures you had nicknamed shadowmites. Entities from a different realm that feed themselves off of traits like greed and anger before sucking out its targets life

It’s no surprise that they ended up gravitating towards earth. Even more so Gotham, a breeding ground for the worst of the worst

Their mindless creatures. Just feeding and taking over entire universe’s to suck them dry until moving to the next

You used to feel sympathy for them, how horrific it would be to one of them. but now you feel nothing for them. 5 Years of watching them shrivel into nothing and hurt others made that go away though

Their screeches of pain becoming background noise along with their snarls of hunger.

You're now desensitised to it all. The loneliness and sadness at watching others you age enjoys their lives oblivious to everything.

Sometimes it makes you smile though. Knowing that because of your actions those same girls can live their lives, happy and full of joy.

At least you're not truly alone though. Your mentor/companion/eldritch-type being in the form of a ferret named Rigel.

They're an odd company. A being of seemingly endless knowledge and power, one that traversed through countless dimensions and universes, something that could end the world with a single thought…in the body of a adorable ferret that curls around your neck and perched on your shoulder

Rigel is stern but caring. A mentor who pushes you to your limits but knows when to stop and when you need a break despite how much you protest.

Someone/something that cares for you despite the fact that compared to them you're a single dim star in an entire cosmos of brighter shining ones.

As a Gothamite you know the streets well, and its people even better. Giving you the advantage at tracking down and stopping shadowmites as the midnight hour ticks onwards

You usually get rid of around 7-16 a night. Most being weaker varieties but occasionally having to toughen up to defeat the strong ones who had found a particular rageful host.

During the 5 years you had been doing this ever since your 10th birthday you surprisingly (and luckily) hadn’t had the chance to meet Batman face to face

Sure, they had been times you saw him off in the distance but you hadn’t fully talked to him by a stroke of chance

His enemy’s on the other hand, oh boy do you know them well

You had saved quite a few of them.

The goal was to eliminate the shadowmites, it didn't matter who you saved in the process…unless it’s Joker.

Even Rigel would allow you to let Joker be sucked dry like a cool-aid packet lol

Anyways

Because of you saving a ton of them you're on their good lists. A metaphorical safe card given to you as you spend your nights saving more people

After saving Penguin the older man allowed you free use to the iceberg despite your complaints of not wanting anything

You have your own little private table set up.

Mr.Cobblepot insists you don’t need to pay but you do so anyway

The food is much better than the McDonald’s you buy on a daily basis. It deserves the money you insist to spend on it

Most of His goons now know you. Sometimes joking you when off duty to talk while you eat

Most are pretty nice (to you anyways), often times rambling about their day or talking about their families

Some have kids your age. Some of them you even recognize from Gotham academy

The waitresses are also nice. Most of them very pretty and always fawning over how cute you look.

Penguin himself occasionally joins you in his spare time. Making causal talk, asking of your hunting and how your life has been

It’s….nice?. Kinda weird to be having a mob boss ask about your day but it’s a change of pace from your relatively lonely life

Kinda reminds you of some rich uncle who swoops by every now or then. Spoiling you before being whisked off on a new endeavor

He tells you that you're welcome during closing hours as well. This place serving as a safe haven of sorts if you should need it

Riddler is another though you see him less than Penguin

It’s the occasional blink and you see it kinda encounters but their amusing

The green clad man finds it fun to bitch about how the Gotham time’s riddles are too easy or how Batman is a dick

He (of course) also tells riddles. Seemingly getting a ride out of watching you try to figure them out

He also seems weirdly protective. Warning that if the bat gave you trouble then come to him

He’s not the only one to say that to you but you appreciate the sentiment

Seems oddly worried that if your in school and if your getting a good education

You tell him you are but don’t specify where just in case

He’s satisfied with that answer though. Even offers to help with math and or science homework

Gloats a lot and talks even more. Seems to appreciate that you actually listen to him and his ramblings

At one point he suggests making your colour scheme to match his

You politely decline saying you couldn’t pull it off like he did which makes his ego expand

Sometimes he hacks into security cameras or large screens to give you a riddle cause he’s bored

May or may not slip Rigel a 20 for you to have some spare change that you desperately need

Harley, Ivy and Catwoman fucking love you

You had initially only saved Harley but after that the two just joined in with her on basically becoming your honorary aunts

You end up running into them a lot during your long nights. Usually stopping by Ivy’s and Harley’s apartment for small breaks

They patch you up as best they can, ivy fixing you a cup of tea as Harley’s hyena’s curl up near your lap

Catwoman usually stops by during these breaks. Sometimes with a box of kittens whom she has you name

All of them are worried for you both mentally and physically so they make you a deal. On Saturdays after 12am unless super urgent you have a girls night with them, in return you have their help in patching up your wounds

They prep popcorn, drinks and the whole 9 yards to give you a break. They play a movie (usually a chick flick) and just let you rewind

If they hadn’t made this deal you probably wouldn’t have taken any breaks

Their all silently impressed that you’ve not only survived this long but also somehow ended up befriending half the villains in this damn city

You say that their just acquaintances but Ivy argues that Mr.Cobblepot is a cheapskate who wouldn’t give you a basically lifetime pass to his lounge for nothing

Harley warns you to stay away from Joker no matter what. And that if he even walks 10 metres near you he’s getting a lifetime trip to deadsville

Red Hood is the first of the bats that you run into. During his whole escapade to take over the underworld something that was kinda considered a myth to the rest of Gotham but was confirmed by the many people you saved

The meeting was ok…but then derailed when you noticed the black clawed tendrils clinging into his shoulders

His shadowmite that feed off his rage was fucking hard to beat. It took a lot out of you, almost killed you and left you hobbling to Harley’s for help before passing out

You woke up in a warehouse, patched up by him personally before he began to question you

Like usual you gave him the rundown of things. The entities that feed off negative emotions, eventually drained their life force, your the only one who can stop them with your magical powers etc etc

What catches you off guard though is when he asks if your parents know

The silence answers his question. One that feels deafening to his ears as he realizes that your basically alone in this

Pitted against a cruel world with no one but yourself and the kindness of literal criminals to accomplish an impossible task

It seems to shake something in him, something that’s not your business to ask about but makes him seem fragile in that moment

It’s not a word you’d associate with him yet that’s the only thing you can describe him as in the moment

The dim blue glow of his helmet’s eyes seeming now less intimidating to your smaller shaking form

He then asks how you got away with this so long without the bat (he says it with a certain poison in his voice) didn’t stop this

You just answer that you were just lucky in evading his notice. You were careful not to gain public attention and just focused on your job (his fists tightened a bit at this wording)

He helps you after this, dropping you off at Harley and Ivy’s

He seems hesitant in letting you go but trusts your decision enough once he sees the two fuss over you from a distance

He appears commonly to you after that. Inviting you to sit atop the old Gotham library with a bag of Dairy Queen in hand

It makes you wonder if he has younger siblings, if this is how it felt to be cared for by a older brother

You used to wonder what that felt like along with having parents. It makes your normally hollow chest feel warm and fuzzy

Couple months later he ends up working with batman. Whatever disagreement with the man now resolved as his uniform now has a red bat added to his chest

Your initially nervous until he promises not to “rat you out to the old man” as he put it

He opens up a bit more during your talks with him. Talking of how he grew up in the slums, had to rely on himself to survive just as you do

It’s kinda comical to see the gun wielding, motorcycle driving, leather jacket clad vigilante talk about Jane Austen but it certainly becomes a fun pastime as you work on an english essay

Just like the Gotham Sirens he worries. But even more than they do

He suggests tagging along with you on some of your hunts but you decline. Appreciating the sentiment but making a clear line in what you are comfortable with.

He accepts but there’s still a sense of worry that seems to claw at him everytime he finds you with cuts, bruises and dried blood caking your elaborate uniform

Eventually during your meetups with him your talk of pride and prejudice is interrupted by Nightwing

It’s kinda awkward sitting there eating ice cream with Rigel as the two grown men bicker like brothers about you

You end up leaving midway though to hunt again

But then the blue wearing hero ends up finding you much to your displeasure of just wanting to get back to work

He’s much more cheery and charismatic compared to Red hood. More of a people person by how he easily seems to break down your hesitation to talk to him

Like hood he’s definitely worried for you but seems to hide it a bit better with humour and general polite talk

You notice he does acrobatics a lot, leading to you asking him him about it

He kinda ends up being your teacher and you now know how to cartwheel and a few other tricks

Like hood he promises not to tell Batman he even jokes that at this point he should get red Robin and Robin so Batman is the last to know

He talks about a variety of subjects but kinda focuses in on how you have a healthy way to relive the stress you have

Doesn’t exactly approve of you stopping by the Gotham sirens for that but he relents after red hood calls him out on also being friends with villains before (an apparently more than friends in some cases?)

Both he and Red hood argue quite a bit but it’s funny especially when it has both grown men throwing fries at one another like 10 year olds

He has you swear not to drink coffee cause apparently red Robin is addicted to that shit and he doesn’t need another coffee adict

Briefly mentions how he has a friend named Raven whom you should meet

Y’all have mock battles cause he wants to see you in battle. Safe to say he likes the sparkles and the glamour of it all

He finds it interesting that your magical girl weapon can change depending on the situation and still looks cute

Those once cold and lonely nights that you spent fighting evil shadow creatures has changed seemingly for the better

Despite the fact that frost nips at your fingertips through your gloves, attempting to suck the warmth from your flesh you feel oddly warm inside

During the day your a seemingly normal 15 year old student at Gotham academy. Someone who blends into the Background, someone who no one really knows about but doesn’t question why

The only really noticeable thing about you is your above average grades and quiet nature

You're just known as that one seemingly nice student. That’s really the only thing people can label you as, you don’t really mind.

It was your goal to be unnoticeable, to just be another face to everyone.

It kinda becomes a bit complicated though as through your normal school year you notice the infamous Damien Wayne seemingly gaining an interest in you?

Odd. You never really interacted with him other than polite hello’s and the occasional moment you’d sit near somewhat near him in the library for lunch

Hell he wasn’t even in the same grade as you. He was 13, you never even had a project or something that led you to actually talk to him.

And now for some reason he decided to have a curiosity in you. The one thing you didn’t want happening.

During lunch you end up eating in random places. Randomly Rotating between areas and locations like the courtyard, library, empty classrooms and the gym

He’s smart though, scarily so. Almost as if he was experienced in tracking people down. Leaving you light on your toes as you dance to weave past and try to outsmart and outlast him until the bell rings

It doesn’t get any better when you leave for the end of the though. He waits for a few minutes by the front of the school, limo ready to take him home yet he still tries to spot you as you leave.

Eventually you up and ask him why he's been stalking you for the past 2 weeks, turns out Damien saw Rigel and wanted to pet them plus his older brothers encouraged him to make a friend

Safe to say he got to pet Rigel who crawled out your bag and scurried up his arm

The friend bit is a bit more complicated

You never had a friend your age after gaining your abilities. Being so busy had deterred people at the orphanage before you ran off, faked some paperwork and found yourself an apartment who didn’t ask questions as long as you paid for rent.

You had purposefully made yourself invisible to everyone, to avoid becoming gaining attention and becoming attached knowing they’d leave you for being so busy

You know you should say no but…your heart tugs at the somewhat nervous look he has in his eyes despite how much he tries to hide it along with the feeling of joy clawing at your heart

For the first time at school you smile genuinely as you nod. His eyes light up with joy, a small somewhat prideful smile painting his face

Your days at school after this are much more eventful, less of a cycle like it was before

Due to your new friendship with the elusive and loner wayne it causes some stir but the young boy quickly silences all hushed talking with his infamous glare

He’s actually quite fun to be around, always talking about his pets or how his step-brothers were a pain in the ass

He still sometimes has an attitude but you got to eventually see past that. To see the real Damien who nerded out over random animal facts or had his dog as his screensaver

It took a long time to get to this point but you don’t find yourself regretting the decision because of the fact he’s understanding of you being busy or having a far off look in your eyes that looked eternally tired.

His are the same sometimes, drained and empty of colour and life

You asked him one day while you both ate lunch in the courtyard, laying down on the dark green grass, why he decided out of all people to befriend you. The wallflower, the name without a face, the kid whom everyone just knew as nice and that’s it

He said it's because of your eyes. How they reminded him of himself, not in personality per say but in the fact they held untold secrets and a weight that no one else but you would understand.

That day he invited you to his home. The glorious wayne manor as to finally meet his canine friend Titus

It feels kinda out of nowhere but with some hesitance you agree, hopping into the limo that picked him up everyday as a old butler greeted you with a surprised smile

Damien greets him with the same fondness he seemed to hold for you, introducing the older british man as Alfred

#dc x reader #batfam x reader #platonic #jason todd x reader #Damien Wayne x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #poison ivy x reader #Harley quin x reader #riddler x reader #penguin x reader #based off of my love for madoka magica and sailor moon #plus pretty cure #this is really long #like #magical girl y/n

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waywardducks · 8 months

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I just can't stop thinking about the idea of y/n and Jason having a meet-cute in a bookstore! It's so cozy and sweet. I’ve had this idea in my head for days now.

CW: Fluff, a bit OOC, mentions of fighting and of Jason’s death, Gn reader

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Jason was fighting with Bruce, which meant Jason would not be going to the manor for the next few weeks. At least not until one of the men decided to give in and apologize. Which would be a while this time. Usually, when it is Jason’s fault his brothers will talk him into apologizing and help him recognize where he was wrong. But this time Bruce is wrong. Meaning no one, not even Alfred will be able to get this man to pull his head out of his ass. Maybe they could if Jason fought hard enough, and threw enough hard-hitting insults to breach the stony exterior that is Batman. But Jason doesn’t feel like breaking his own heart right now, so he’s opting for the long run, waiting (im)patiently as far from Batman as possible. Bruce will come back and apologize eventually when the silence and lack of his second son start feeling too close to when Jason was dead. When memories start to surface grief begins to overwhelm the man.

For now, though, Jason is content to sit in his apartment and read. The only real downside is that the book he had been reading was currently still in the manor’s library. Technically Jason could just ask one of his siblings to retrieve it for him, but he’s still hurt from his fight with his father and doesn’t feel like doing something vulnerable, like asking for help.

So he heads to the bookstore. He’s been to this particular bookstore a million times. It’s cozy, nestled on the edge of Blüdhaven, close to the border. Sometimes Jason would head to Dick’s apartment afterwards, since he was in his brother’s neighborhood. The shop has a little cafe area, indoor and outdoor seating, a covered patio with a couch that Jason enjoyed sitting on when it was raining.

A bell chimes his arrival as he entered the small shop.

“Welcome in!” An older woman greets from behind the counter.

Jason gives the woman a smile before making his way to the Shakespeare section. He began browsing the titles, trying to find the exact one he was looking for.

The bell chimes and again, but Jason paid it no real mind, only acknowledging that a third person was now in the store.

“Oh! Y/n. How lovely to see you again.” The woman at the front exclaims.

“Hey Mrs Goodmen! How’ve you been?” The newcomer asked.

“Just perfect, thank you for asking dear. What brings you in today?”

“I need a new copy of a book I love. I let my friend borrow it a year ago and I don't think I'm getting it back.”

“Well, you go find it, let me know if you need any help, okay?”

“Of course, thank you!”

There was silence again as the person began browsing aisles. Jason smiled as he found the book he was looking for. He pulled it off the shelf and began flipping through the pages.

“Oh, how funny.” A voice startles Jason out of his skimming and he looks up. It was the person that had been talking the lady.

“What's funny?” Jason asked, closing his book.

“That's the book I was looking for.” They say, pointing at paperback in Jason’s hands.

Jason smiles. “Oh, that is funny.”

“Great minds think alike.” The person jokes. “I'm Y/n, by the way.”

“Jason. Nice to meet you.”

“You too!”

Jason watches as Y/n grabs a copy of the same book off the shelf.

“I've read this like 8 times now. I'm planning on actually annotating it this time. It's just so good. Oh! I should check to see if they have that new book I wanted to read.” Y/n mumbles.

Jason thinks it's cute how distracted they got all of a sudden. They themselves were cute. The oversized sweater they’re wearing, the concentrated look on their face as they search for the book they need, even the way their hair looks like they just rolled out of bed.

Jason pulls a small notebook out of his pocket and writes his name and number on it quickly. He doesn’t normally do this sort of thing, maybe it was because this person had similar taste in reading. Jason isn't sure, but he did know that this person is cute and he wants to get to know them.

“Are you a Shakespeare fan?” Y/n asks all of a sudden.

Jason chuckles. “I suppose you can say that. Though I suppose I'm more of a classical literature fan.”

Y/n smiles a bit wider at that. “Me too! I especially love Greek mythology and Gothic romance. Oh! They do have it! Perfect, I've been so excited for this one!” Y/n plucks a book off the shelf and does a triumphant little twirl.

Jason takes note of the book in her hand. “Biography of Mary Casset?”

Y/n shows Jason the books. “Yep! She was an impressionist painter whose main focus was on the relationships between mother and child. She also used traditional Chinese printing methods. She was a hardcore feminist and never stopped even after facing backlash for being a female artist in a male-dominated industry. I adore her.”

Jason can't help but stare at Y/n as they gushed over the artist. The way they ramble and are so passionate about it has his heart beating a lot faster all of a sudden.

“She sounds pretty fucking cool. I might need to grab me a copy of that as well.” He says. “Oh yeah, said you wanted to annotate this book,” he lifts the book that brought them both here in the first place. “We should get together sometime, compare notes maybe?”

Y/n blushes. “Yeah. That sounds like a lot of fun.” They smile brightly.

“Awesome! Here, take this.” Jason hands them the paper with his number on it. “Text me, we’ll make it a date?”

Y/n’s blush darkens. “Of course! I, uh, maybe a cafe or something? I’ll, umm, I'll have to check and see when I'm free.” They stammer as they carefully place the paper in their bag.

“Perfect. I'll be waiting to hear from you then.” Jason winks before turning and walking to the counter. He checks out and makes his way back to his apartment.

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What do y'all think? I tried to keep the book nondescript but then went I ranted too hard about Mary Casset. My bad. I hope that my little explanation at the end there makes up for how ooc Jay is. Let me know if you want more! Feel free go request and give a prompt as well! I love writing and I want to do more of it!

Also, I apologize for any mistakes. I have major Dyslexia and Grammarly doesn't always fix everything. I hope you Enjoyed! 🌼🐛

#batman #dc comics #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #red robin #aesthetic #damien wayne #jason todd x y/n #drabble #jason todd x you #jason Todd x reader #I love him

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buc-eebarnes · 2 years

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could we get a “pressing a kiss to the other’s forehead as they sleep” with mayor damien and the da?

hello anon! thank you for your request! this is the second of the damien x da double feature, the first of which is this fic: fill my lungs, fill my head

from this prompt list. requests are closed at this time.

with sweetness, with you

pairing: damien x the district attorney

tags: forehead kisses, literal sleeping together, established relationship, secret relationship, damien-centric

rated T || 1080 words || read on ao3!

Damien wakes to a lightning storm thrashing outside the window.

His eyes blink lazily, but the noise doesn’t bother him in the least. He welcomes rainy days—there’s always been something so calming about the pitter-patter of it, the coziness that blankets the city after a dry spell.

He looks down at where he’s curled around his district attorney, sleeping soundly in his arms. Their ages-old face always looked so young whenever they rested. Damien thinks it’s the only time that they can really, truly let go of all their troubles, of their burdens.

Thunder rumbles again. The attorney shifts slightly, but not enough to wake. Damien rests his cheek on top of their head, absentmindedly stroking their shoulders.

He tries going back to sleep, but it’s difficult. He managed to fall asleep as soon as he and his attorney were finished with their…nighttime activities…but now that he has woken up, it seems like the drowsiness has evaded him.

The clock on the table reads 3:55 AM. He huffs a sigh and mentally runs through his schedule for the day.

He has to be in the office in four hours. Around 9 AM, he has meetings that run until noon. The rest of the day is dedicated to driving around the city and inspecting all of the different areas that need his attention. It’s going to be a long one, but at least the party will be something to look forward to in the evening. Like his attorney said, it’d be nice to see Mark again.

The thought of his friend puts a heavy weight on his mind.

It’s been a few years since Celine ran away with William. Damien didn’t know that anything was transpiring between the two; anytime he asked Mark how they were doing, or anytime he tried approaching Celine, they had always shrugged it off.

Damien didn’t realize how much they’d been fighting. How they were throwing things at each other, screaming obscenities and insults at one another. He only saw when he and William had come to the house when the spouses had been in the middle of their biggest fight and William, in an attempt to prevent Celine from getting hurt, had just taken Damien’s sister away, leaving Mark in shambles and cursing out his adoptive brother.

There was love there, once. Damien had been wary of their relationship since its conception, but he had always supported them, no matter what, even when Celine had started pursuing occult practices and Mark rose to fame as an actor.

He hasn’t talked to his sister since the incident. He wonders if she’ll be at the party.

Mark, he’s heard even less from. Ever since Celine left, he’d holed himself up in the manor, never stepping outside, not even taking on any roles or projects. He was a recluse in the public’s eye, and even some of his more determined fans didn’t seem to know what happened to him.

The district attorney, at one point, had marched up to the manor every single day for three months. They’d left food, groceries, things that Mark needed to keep functioning. Benjamin always met them at the door, and he always said the same thing, sadly,

“I apologize, but the master is not feeling well today.”

The district attorney cared a lot about Mark. In college, they both had a bond that not even Damien could break. They were inseparable—thick as thieves. Mark was more of a best friend to the attorney than he ever was. Their dynamic changed only when Celine and Mark got together.

They never said anything, but the change in his friend’s demeanor was palpable.

To his knowledge, nothing romantic had ever transpired between the two. He’d asked the attorney, once.

Something sad and dark passed through their eyes, but they shook their head vehemently. “No. Nothing’ll ever happen between me and him.”

And that was that.

Damien supposes that falling in love with the attorney was something that couldn’t be avoided. They were gorgeous. They were full of life. Personable. Easy to talk to. You could go to them with any problem and they’d give you solid advice. They’d never bullshit him.

They were kind, too. Attentive. Considerate. Encouraging. Even when the attorney had bad days, they never failed to think of others.

Falling in love was both gradual and quick. There was a pull to them that Damien couldn’t shake, and there was nothing else in the world that would have made him stray away. “Ride or die,” they had once said, taking his hand and bringing it up to their lips. “You’ve stuck with me this far. I’ll stick with you in the days to come.”

He was actually surprised when the attorney was the one to approach him with their feelings. It made Damien elated—he’d been harboring something for them for years, and to hear the attorney return it…

It’s a shame, however, that they have to keep their relationship a secret. Regimes have survived on less, but a scandal regarding the most well-liked mayor in decades and a promising newly-elected district attorney would have sent the media for a spin. Damien’s family was affluent and powerful. Word would have gotten out that the attorney was only able to get the position because they were connected to his family, and no one would have taken the time to acknowledge his friend’s hard work, to consider the other side of it all.

So this is what they have settled with. A house that they share, but none of their family members or their friends know. Damien debated on whether he should have told Mark or Celine, or William, for that matter, as they were all within the circle to know, but he secretly liked that this was theirs. As much as he would love for their relationship to be public, it just wasn’t feasible.

The attorney sleeps soundly against the raging storm. Damien gently kisses their temple, and they snuggle further into his hold.

In the morning, he will go through his routine, and in the evening, he will meet with the rest of his friends at Markiplier Manor. He will have a good time with old friends, and he will finally face Mark after a year of silence. And who knows what might happen? He and the attorney might be able to tell their friends the news of their relationship.

Life is theirs to choose, after all.

buy me a coffee!

#damien x da #damien x y/n #damien the mayor #mayor damien #who killed markiplier #wkm damien #wkm district attorney #y/n district attorney #my fic #anon #ask #for the late night crowd

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ashecampos · 2 months

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ANYONE BUT HER

Reader x Janis Imi-ike

Warnings - smoking, alcohol, drugs, swearing, cheating, mentions of anxiety.

there will be more parts to this, make sure to reblog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies 🫶🏼

“DAMIEN WE HAVE TO HAUL ASS IF WE WANT TO MAKE IT TO THIS GIG” Janis shouts at her best friend as she grabs his car keys and runs to the door leaving her jacket on the stairs. Not a moment goes until her best friend is also running out of the door behind her, shutting it and jumping in his car.

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“For the love of Bowie please tell me one of you guys have a spare pick” I say running onto the stage where my band are setting up for the gig. My brother Aaron looks at me, points at my necklace. A guitar pick hanging from a chain. I dramatically place my hand over the pick and point at him “nuh uh this” I point at the pick “this was dads”. He rolls his eyes and throws me a pick.

I look over at my girlfriend who is talking to our bassist over at the bar, rolling my eyes I place my guitar down and go out back for a quick breather.

—

“So Cady what do you know about music?” Damien questions his new neighbour/ future classmate who had only came to the US a month ago. “nothing..but oh I know this really cool African band from my hometown you mig-“ Cady starts talking about Africa as Janis eagerly slaps Damien’s arm, cutting the poor girl off. “Dude look” Janis signals over to y/n after grabbing her two friends’ attention. “who is that?” Cady asks not missing the fact that her new friend is openly eye fucking this random girl whose face is hidden by the cloud of smoke coming from her cigarette. “Oh baby, that right there is the definition of ‘rockstar girlfriend’ also but not limited to hot guitar hero” Damien flails his hands toward the girl in question as Janis just stares. “Oh here we go, doors are open, I repeat lady’s doors are open” he squeals like a little girl going to see a boyband.

Blowing out a cloud of smoke I fiddle with my lighter in my hands, trying to calm my pre show jitters. My mind is somewhere else, as usual. Looking around at the que of people waiting to see us only made my anxiety worse. A warm hand grabs my arm and pulls me back into the venue “dude what the fu-“ shit “cmon we have to be on in five, if your going to be sick do it now and quick” my ever so loving girlfriend states as she drags me to the curtain backstage where the rest of the band is waiting.

One by one we walk out onto the stage.

Aaron goes on first, he’s our drummer and my twin brother. He’s wearing his usual get up of dark blue jeans, a hoodie and a flannel with some airforces.

Then goes Jason, our bassist. Or should I say our token fuck boy. He is wearing black jeans with a white long sleeved polo shirt.

Next is me, the guitar. I’m sporting my favourite black Levi’s, a dark red corset top I was forced against my will to wear by my girlfriend and a leather jacket, my guitar slung around my body so it’s resting on my back. My curly black hair bounces as I walk to my spot of the stage and plugging my guitar into the amp as I sling it around to the front of my body.

Lastly Bea. My girlfriend, our singer saunters out onto stage. She is wearing a black mini dress and heels. She looks plastic. Like a Barbie. She wasn’t like this a few weeks ago. She was just her usual perfect self. But she’s changed.

The crowd goes wild and the lights shine brighter onto us as Bea introduces the band.

The show goes great. Perfect even. We finish our set and the crowd stays, some drifting to the bar a few leaving to catch the late bus home. But a lot stayed to meet the band.

I place my guitar on the stand and straighten Jason’s bass while the rest of the band walk toward the bar, I take a B line towards the exit door, only to be pulled away by my arm. Now I walk to the bar with the rest of them. “What can I getcha baby?” The bartender asks, leaning over the bar a little with a smirk. “Double tequila straight, hold off the rocks and a sex on the beach for the lady please” I say with a smile. “Stop flirting with the sleaze bag of a server” Bea nudges me. “I wasn’t even…never mind” I sigh out, handing Bea her drink and downing my double shot.

We all separate and mingle with the fans. I end up standing in the corner of the room talking to some guys who want tips on how to hold a pick, you know the usual stuff. That’s when I see my girlfriend making out with Jason. I excuse myself and run out of the venue, my breath choppy and my vision blurry. I end up leaning against the stone wall of the bar, tears unknowingly flowing down my face, ruining my makeup.

—

“See I told you these guys were good” Janis shouts over the crowd to state the obvious as the show ends and people start to part ways.

The band comes out to cool off with the audience who is left, Janis, Damien and Cady being a group of them. “Holy shit” Janis says under her breath as she watches the singer and the bassist start making out. “Ohh fuck” Damien finishes Janis’ sentiment of shock as they witness the guitar player stumble out of the bar. “should we go see is they are okay?” Cady asks, Janis and Damien put their drinks down as if the question had restarted their brains and placed them back into reality. The group then follow the girl outside where they find her sat in the floor against the brick wall, her knees up to her chest, hands covering her face.

“Cady go find Aaron, drummer boy and let him know his sister is a mess but to not to worry, Damien go make sure singer or bassist does not come out here” Janis quickly springs into action.

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She cheated, she fucking cheated with our bassist. Does she even know that I saw? Would she even care? I can’t believe that she che- “hey, is it okay if I touch you?” I girls voice breaks me out of my thoughts suddenly. I slowly take my hands away from my face and nod, observing the girl. She’s from my school, I’ve seen her before.

She slowly sits down next to me and takes a hold of my hand. That’s when it hits me. It’s my brother’s girlfriend’s ex. What was her name? Janine? No Janis? Yes Janis. Why was she at our gig? “Your girlfriends a douchebag” she says with a sad smile “you mean my ex girlfriend” i say barley above a whisper, my voice threatening to crack. “hey why don’t you come with me and my friends, we are going back to Damien’s to binge watch crappy VHS films and drink shitty beer. You down pretty girl?” She says reeking of confidence and hope that she can lift my spirits. Shrugging I agree before I am swept off of my feet and into a car with two new people and Janis.

—

Y/N SAMUELS is sat next to me right now. Definitely not something I expected to be saying. She’s like a goddess. She’s worse than plastic, she’s like stained glass. Fragile as fuck but so breathtakingly beautiful. I don’t know much about her but I know I need to have her.

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I’m sleepy upset and now in a car with two randoms and Janis Imi’ike, not that I’m complaining. She’s really pretty the more I look at her. She rocks a cropped mötley crüe T-shirt with some black baggy jeans and docs. Her style has got to be one of the best I’ve seen even at school she somehow manages to catch my eye in the hallways or in classes. The car comes to a halt and I look at her again, now she is looking back at me with a grin, her hand held out ready for me to take it.

Damien’s basement is really nice, it’s been converted into a makeshift cinema room with two sofas, one of which being a two seater the other being a one seater. “Nice place” I say nodding my head at Damien “why thankyou my new pocket sized lesbian friend” he quips back. “Rude, for your information you’re just freakishly tall” we all laugh a little, his and Cady sit on the two seater while Janis who is still holding my hand guides us to the one seater. Putting a blanket over us to keep us warm she then places her hand on my waist while Damien starts playing a movie. I instantly recognise it as the conjuring 2013. Smiling I look up at Janis and say “it’s like he knew I would end up here tonight” she chuckles and shakes her head.

Never in my life did I think Y/N would be here hanging out with the three of us in Damien’s basement, a week before junior year, watching the conjuring. We are about half way through the movie when she moves so she is laid on top of me straddling my waist and cuddling me, her face nuzzled into my neck. I can smell the alcohol and weed on her but I’m not one to complain. She’s had a really rough night on top of the douchebag cheating on her. The movie eventually ends not that I was taking notice of it as all I could think about was her, I didn’t take my eyes off of her the whole time. Damien stands up from the other couch and I give him a death glare warning him not to wake her up. He smiles and comes over, gently tapping her shoulder, waking her up. “Hey fun sized, wanna play a game with us” he says smirking, I look over at Cady, she too has a shit eating grin on her face. What were they scheming this time? She rubs her eyes and nods a little. “Mh. What game?” She asks a valid question “dare or drink” he goes back to behind the couch and pulls out a cooler full of ice cold drinks. Like a switch has flipped she removes herself from my body. And sits on the floor next to the small coffee table. We all do the same, grabbing drinks and opening bottles. “Cady I dare you to make an Instagram account under the name ‘Caddy Heroin’ and follow the first five people who pop up” I start off strong, to this Cady puts the drink to her mouth and takes a big gulp. Earning a boo from the latter. A few turns go by and Damien turns to me and y/n pointing at us. “You two seven minutes in heaven right now or drink the rest of your bottles” he says with a smirk. Laughing y/n gets up with a stumble and holds her hand out for me. Her bracelets glistening under the dark light, I take her hand and pull her with me to another room in the basement. As soon as the door shuts I place my hands on her waist and push her body trapping her between me and the door.

Maybe I was drunk or maybe it was just the fact that Bea cheated on me but I decided to be reckless. When Damien proposed seven minutes in heaven I decided to take the offer up, Janis pulled me into the next room, pinning me against the door and attacking my lips, then that turned to my neck and I think you know what happened after that, we had Damien knocking on the door declaring we haul our asses out of the supply closet before he comes in and drags us out. Once out of the closet ;) we played a few more rounds before I ended up asleep on Janis again. By 2am we were all asleep.

7am the next day

I wake up to the sound of someone snoring, looking around the room I see Damien and the new girl on the other couch sprawled out, an ungodly sound coming from the boys mouth. Looking up I see Janis Imi-ike my longtime crush and Regina George’s ex girlfriend with her arms wrapped around my waist. I use the fact that everyone is asleep to make my escape. Before leaving I write my number down on a piece of paper and place one of my bracelets on Janis’ wrists.

part 2

#mean girls #meangirls2024 #Janis #Janis imike #reader insert #x y/n #Janis x reader #Janis x y/n #Janis Imi-ike #aaron samuels #damien karras #cady heron

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Bee's And The Bats!

☆♡Yan Batfam x Bee! Reader♡☆

"Too bad I can't make a career out of getting fired, right? I'd be like, a CEO or a manager. Which one's more impressive? ...President?"

You and Damien are 18+. That goes for anything I write regarding him.

I will be following comics, the web series and possibly a bit of the Netflix version. Shout out to @hana-no-seiiki for making ☆Superb!☆ headcanons themselves! Check them out!

Damien Wayne:

The Wayne heir had decided to rent out a apartment, wanting to have a bit of independence, maybe even a little space from the world. In his own solitude when his pets couldn't provide affectations at the time. Or if he couldn't travel back to the manor soon enough due to injury.

Today was just.. Not a good day for Damien.

He was tired, restless, maybe even angry.

He decided not to head back to the manor after patrol, wanting to clear his head and not get into a argument with anyone regarding his behavior.

Dressed in his civilian attire, he walks up the apartment complex steps to his room floor. Stepping onto the carpet covered hall, he pulls out his key.

Listening in on his neighbor, who was conversing with someone, Damien unlocked his door.

"Are you you gonna be-AHOF!!"

"OH MY GOD!"

Damien quickly turns around, expecting some type of altercation!

Yet is suprised to find a man around his age wallowing on the ground in pain, in front of your door. He could even see the man's tears staining the floor.

Your voice shouts beyond the door.

"Oh my god! Oh, oh my god. Ah, wait, ah...ooh, ah, I have, uh, stuff for your stuff!"

Your footsteps heavy and clear again once near the door.

"I got you some ice for your crotch! I'm shoving the crotch ice under the door!"

The man leaves, quickly scurrying off with ice between his.. Private area.

Leaving behind a small pink box wrapped in a plastic bag.

Damien places his keys back in his pocket, stepping over to your side of the hallway. Knocking on the door so the food wouldn't go to waste.

The two of you stare at one another curiously.

When Damien first met you, he thought you were weird. Close to, "possibly another villian in the making" weird.

You kept to yourself, along with a strange little cat-dog creature of yours.

But, he found you charming in a way, you were impulsive, selfish, a glutton. Yet you were realistic, someone he could and couldn't understand.

You were nice as well, rather kind. You saw him as friend the first day you met Damien. Offering to share some lasagna with him and your "puppy-cat".

He started to seek you out more, finding your presence a tad thrilling.

What made you tick, why were you so space-casy, what thoughts ran in your head when you saw good in others?

The blood-son wanted to know and he'll find out.

[Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I kinda made this for fun and I really like seeing Bee!Readers! So here is the first installment of this, (possibly) series!]

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jewbeloved · 10 months

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Hello Hello! Could you do Craig,Kyle, Damien and Cartmen with nonverbal autistic s/o who uses communication cards? :D

Craig, Kyle, Damien, and Cartman with a autistic s/o🌈♥️♥️

Note: I'm autistic as well, but I don't use communication cards so I hope this post still seems accurate for you.

Warnings: Cartman being an asshole.

Gender: Neutral

💙 Craig Tucker 😐

Get yourself a man like Craig, he's such a wholesome sweet boyfriend to have. But....you might have to explain what exactly communication cards are to him.....

Once he gets the hang of it, he can respond to your saying and needs by whatever card you show him.

Need to let him know you want to use the bathroom? Just pull out a card that has something to do with "I need the toilet" and he's completely fine with you going to the bathroom, even if you both are in the middle of something.

Not everyone exactly understands your communication cards so Craig will be glad to help translate what you said if you're speaking to someone.

You gotta admit, he found this similar to sign language except the words are on cards.💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌈

Immediately researches about autism and communication cards because this boy is hella confused.

He can understand if you're not willing to speak verbal so he wouldn't mind doing the talking for you if you will let him.

I feel like Kyle would be more used to sign language so it will take some time for him to understand when you're speaking with communication cards.

He'll be able to understand completely once he gets the hang of it <3 don't worry, he's a fast learner.

He'll probably make you a hand made box to keep your communication cards in! In case you need them of course so you don't end up losing them or anything.💚💚💚💚💚

🖤 Damien Thorn 🩸

Communication cards??? what's that?

Again, this boy lives in hell for most of his life he doesn't know about these communication stuff humans use 😭 please help him out again.

So you communicate with cards that have pictures and words on them to indicate what you're saying or what you want? He's definitely writing this down so he can remember.

He'll probably steal a laptop so he can research more of this stuff on the internet so he can understand more.

Somebody steal your communication cards or judges you for how you communicate? Damien will send em right to his dad to burn in hell. Nobody disrespects his s/o like that.

Even though he doesn't understand this stuff all the way, he still tries to do everything he can to understand. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍖

Not surprisingly, but he's mean. He'd make fun of your cards and tell you that you're not in "preschool" anymore.

You'd snap or punch him afterwards but he'd whine.

He'll pretend to understand when you're trying to explain to him what communication cards are, but he's actually not listening.

Eventually sucks it up and try to understand.

He's surprisingly fully understanding what the communication cards mean after learning about them.

He won't make fun of you anymore, only if you give him cheesy poofs in return.

IM SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO WRITE!

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angel-gone-south · 7 months

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Oh dearest writer I am requesting (again) what do YOU think tweek, clyde, kyle, jimmy and pip would call the reader (if that makes any sense 😅) like ig "petnames" but I hate that word more then anything (even more then my mom 🤭)

🖌 anon (as always)

Nicknames for the Reader!

i did romantic AND platonic if that’s okay

Drug mention

【☆】★【☆】

Stan Marsh

Platonic: Dude, Bro, “Lil Homie” or “Big Guy” depending on your height

Romantic: Darling, Honey, Baby. Typical shit unless he’s in a goofy mood, then it’s something stupid like “booboo bear”

Kyle Broflovski

Platonic: Dude, Bro. Classic.

Romantic: Babe, Dear, Honeybun. He never calls you Honeybun in public though, that one is for him only.

Kenny McCormick

Platonic: Babes, among other things that are probably not normally platonic (doll, pretty, etc)

Romantic: Doll, Prince/Princess, Hot stuff (or hotcock/pusspuss when he’s stoned out of his gourd)

Eric Cartman

Platonic: This is Cartman we’re talking about. He calls you derogatory things based on your appearance and background no matter what.

Romantic: Same thing, mostly. But alone he’s much sweeter, or he just adds “my” to the beginning of whatever slur he calls you. He’s not used to love.

Butters/Marjorine Stotch

Platonic: Fella, Buddy, Bubba, etc.

Romantic: Baby, sweetheart, darling, etc. Constantly giving you the sweetest compliments too. “Handsome boy” or “pretty girl” or simply just “gorgeous”

Craig Tucker

Platonic: Dude. Bro sometimes but he’s a very Dude guy.

Romantic: We all know he calls his partners honey, but also I think he would call you cupcake or love. Maybe even just baby.

Tweek Tweak

Platonic: Bro, my guy. Uses your name a lot.

Romantic: Hun, Cutie, just the most sickeningly sweet shit. He’s smitten.

Clyde Donovan

Platonic: Dude, bro, guy. Regardless of gender.

Romantic: Something stupid. Little lady/baby boy/my darling when he wants to embarrass you. Bae in front of his friends.

Tolkien Black

Platonic: Simple and straight to the point, he uses your name. Occasionally dude.

Romantic: I’m sorry he’s the guy to say pookie unironically 💀 he also calls you “little bug” though which is honestly adorable

Jimmy Valmer

Platonic: My man/Little Dude/Miss lady. He’s a jokester, whaddya want?

Romantic: Sweetums, cutie patootie, lovebug.

Scott Malkinson

Platonic: Dude, your name. Very simple.

Romantic: He’s probably so nervous but I think he would call you sugar, hon, and babe. He’s also definitely fond of dear and darling.

Pip Pirrup

Platonic: Friend, Chap, other British things.

Romantic: Love, sweetie, baby, missus/mister/mx. He adores you to the bone.

Damien Thorn

Platonic: Puny, worm, other such insults.

Romantic: Mortal. Also refers to you as “the Tolerable One” and “Mine.” Sometimes, when he’s feeling extra sappy, he calls you his little angel or firestarter.

Gregory (of Yardale)

Platonic: He does NOT know what that means so prepare for a litany of Prince/Princess, My Liege, etc.

Romantic: Others include: My sweet, love, sunshine, baby, little flower, beautiful, gorgeous, etc.

Christophe “The Mole” DeLorne

Platonic: “Friend” is the best thing you could squeeze out of him.

Romantic: lots of French. “Papillon” (butterfly), “Mon cher/Ma chérie” (my dear/my darling), “Amour” (love). He prays you don’t understand. Never point them out he WILL stop.

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