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[ohmy7hearts]

Being the daughter of Diana Prince and Damian Wayne’s significant other includes; PT. 8:

A/N: All my WIP would be posted/updated on my masterlist with their supposed dates of posting.

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Diana was not around when you reached home which gave you the advantage of time to find some answers if there were any in your house. Starting from the office to the bedroom

You came out mostly unsuccessful unless what you’re looking for was more art-related projects until you reach her bedroom

Stashed in between piles of paperwork was a letter from your grandmother

It was all updates about Themyscira and what you assumed as replies from what your mother has asked. You would have chucked them aside if not for finding one with your grandmother concerned about Jason missing from Greece.

You didn’t hear your mother coming in, only her gasp of surprise. The next emotion that flits across her face was anger how could you go through her personal belongings without her permission, she taught you better than that.

But your brain was not digesting anything; your body moving on its own - placing the letters by the nightstand and slowly making your way across to the window. 

The room was bathed in darkness, only the moonlight shining in illuminating your mother’s concerned features but she couldn’t see you - with your back faced to the moon, only your silhouette was the most prominent thing. She was stuck between asking you about your reason as to why you were home early or as to why you’re digging around, but she didn’t have to.

“You wouldn’t have wanted me. I was probably an accident, an unplanned child and unwanted.” Your mother’s alarmed face did not deter you but before she could deflect, you continued. “Did you ask the Gods and Goddesses to give you a daughter when you found out? Did you pray to them begging for a girl? If I didn’t turn out how you wanted me, would you cast me out like what the Queen did? Or is there any twin brother I was not aware of?”

The way you spoke about your grandmother as someone far off and not your grandmother jerked her heartstrings, more so than the far-fetched accusations you were making; because Diana knew which one was true. Diana just wanted to wrap you up in a blanket, bundle you on her bed and wipe away the tears collecting on your waterline and whisper comforting words in your ear before the sombre look on your face morphed into a more broken one - tears streaming down your face ashamedly, nose sniffling and words choking up with the air you’re trying to get into your lungs

“Is that why we moved out from Amazon and you raised me here? Because I was not made from clay like you said I was and given life by the Goddesses. And so somehow I’m not pure enough to be on that island with the blood of man I carry. That’s why she didn’t bother writing letters to her granddaughter directly and whenever I’m there, she would always have this pained and faraway look in her eyes. And the Amazons I was so proud to call my sister never really try to get close to me and were always so formal around me.” You were already hysterical at this point, voice inclining higher and louder over your sobs and gasping for air. “You only raised me because I reminded you of a love you once had or something and not because you wanted right? Well, I’m just glad that I turned out to be a girl, I guess.” You gave a weak, teary smile which Diana shook her head at.

There were so many things wrong with whatever you were saying but she didn’t know where to start, especially after the loaded information and accusations you were spitting out; it was not entirely wrong that the Amazons were hardly happy when Diana was pregnant with you but she didn’t have a clue as to you felt that way: being an outcast in your - her - home.

You took her silence as agreement and immediately made your escape with the window. 

Diana would have followed if not for her Justice League pager ringing. She took a long few seconds debating on chasing you or answering but duty’s call and it was an emergency she found out when Bruce informed her. After a longing look at the window, she wiped her tears and calmed herself down enough for her hands and lips to stop trembling

You flew without destination, throwing out your phone after incessant calls from Damian and Jon, with your mind overloaded with all the red flags you should have seen. 

You landed on a lake on God knows where squatting and wrapping your knees to your chest while staring at your reflection all broken and blotchy; your dried tears came barraging back and you couldn’t stop the hiccups nor the wails from spilling out of your lips

You don’t know how long you stayed like that but when you’ve regained enough sensibility, you were tired and drained. So when a voice spoke out asking if you’re okay, you were spooked; limbs heavy and heart too broken to care for your safety.

From the shadows, a woman walked out - eyebrows scrunching with concern - and head tilted in curiosity, steps slow as to not scare you further. However, the most prominent thing was her red eyes glowing.

It should scare you and your first instinct was to crawl away from her, then you stopped. You were in no place to judge someone on their appearance, especially when the people who seem to be the nicest and kindest are the cruellest and lie to cover up their bad side.

She gave a chuckle, low and not entirely good-naturedly, “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to offend me, but I hope you know I don’t mean you any harm. I wanted to help you when you first came down but you looked like you need to cry it out. From the looks of it, parent trouble?” You nodded without thinking, lips sewn and eyes analysing her body language. “I could speak from experience but I wouldn’t want to speak ill of the dead.” She waved off your troubled look. “Don’t worry about it. She died protecting me and that’s the noblest way to die I find, especially when there are so many people who’re out to kill me just because of my father. You know, she killed people to get me out of there; she knew I would not be accepted there because I’m not as pure as them.”

Something tugged at your heartstrings and your brain was screaming at you to run because she seemed so dangerous and there was no way her story was so similar yet so different from yours; but the hatred in her eyes and that acid tone she had was too genuine.

So when she offered you her hand, promising you of a place with no judgement and a safe haven for castaways like you two, you took it without hesitation.

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[ohmy7hearts]

not my fav setter

profiles: yn and her waifus

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Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Kageyama!Reader

A/N: I'm alive and kicking since season 4 part 2 is finally here 🥰🥰

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[ohmy7hearts]

a lil bit of blueberry flavoured puppy love; milk troubles

Summary: Tobio loves milk but his baby brain can’t decide on which one to get.

Pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader // Child!Kageyama Tobio x Mom!Reader // Child!Kyoutani Kentarou x Mom!Reader

Warnings: Angy Kentarou!

A/N: i love kageyama so much and even after seeing his growth in the manga, he’s still babie to me.

Tobio stood in front of the glass door, eyes trained on the challengers behind it with clenched fists by his sides and a pout on his face. He huffed once more when his eyes have scanned all of these contestants but he still couldn’t choose one. 

After asking mama if he can go choose his own milk and using his puppy eyes - which his Uncle Oikawa has shown him how to do it with much success according to him - when mama almost said no because he was too small and young to go alone and in the eyes of mama, still a baby - he’s not, but he loves it when mama calls him her baby. Mama squealed and giggled at him instead of replying after seeing his pleading expression. She bent down to his height, muttering about how unfair Tobio was with his pouty face and puppy eyes, pinching his cheeks a bit too hard and letting him go if his brother tagged along. 

A displeased sound came from papa. He looked at the brows furrowing and arms crossing across his chest but nii-san was already dragging Tobio by the hand away from mama and papa to decipher what they were talking about. Papa did not look too happy but he knew papa would not scold mama too bad because mama told him a secret: papa was too much in love with her for that. 

After snaking their way through tall legs and getting lost at wrong turns and aisles, they’ve reached the milk section. Nii-san heading towards the yoghurt section a few feet down and that’s where Tobio’s current predicament lies, standing in front of the giant glass door with all the milk the world had to offer.

He didn’t want to go back empty-handed because that means mama and papa would not let him go again in the future and he would be stuck with the same milk they buy. Though he didn’t have anything against that, he refused to not try other milk since Uncle Makki brought him a bottle of milk the other day they came to visit and it was so delicious and Tobio had never try it before but he wanted more when he reached the bottom of the bottle. 

He could hear his Uncles laughing when he gathered his courage to ask Uncle Makki for more but to find none. He ruffled his hair and promised to get him more but after glancing between his uncle and the empty bottle with the delicious milk leaving his taste buds slowly, he could come to one conclusion at that moment: he cried.

Mama came rushing in to comfort Tobio, papa stomping after her and hitting his uncles on the head despite their attempts to get out their side of the story, nii-san charging at them with his sword - his current fascination - and hitting the nearest uncle without mercy. 

Maybe he should buy the same milk Uncle Makki bought? He frowned further when he couldn’t remember it. Tears started burning his eyes and his fists shook. 

A voice broke him out of his reverie - a young lady marring a concerned look on her face, offering Tobio to open the glass door for him, thinking that the reason he was crying was because of the high door handle he couldn’t reach - but Tobio shook his head, puffing out his cheeks in annoyance and even going as far as stomping his foot when she insisted.

It apparently caught the attention of his nii-san because he came dashing in between the lady and Tobio with his teeth out. The lady jumped back in surprise seeing the older and taller boy snarling at her while carrying packets of yoghurts in his arms. The threat of him throwing those at her increasing when she saw him wrapping a tiny hand around a packet.  She backed away, hands up and showing she didn’t mean any harm.

Kentarou turned to look at Tobio, his usual frown and pout on his face - a trademark look of the Iwaizumis the both of them got from his papa his mama said one day when Tobio came home crying after making his classmate cried when all he wanted was to borrow her crayons - and huffing out which milk he wanted so he would get it for him. 

“Uncle Makki’s.” Tobio pouted.

Surprise took over Kentarou’s face before facing the refrigerator. He blinked once then twice. His little mind wracking for a familiar looking milk. Finally, he whispered, “Which one is that?”

Tobio shrugged in defeat as they both faced the refrigerator in hopes of finding it.

You giggled, leaning your arms on the handles of the cart, watching your two boys from down the aisle as they basically glared at the refrigerator and scaring away any adults within their perimeter. “They got that from you, you know?”

“Huh?” Hajime faced you instead of the two choices of frozen chickens in his hands. He glanced to find what you were fawning over and rolled his eyes when he found his two children having a crisis. “And they got their short attention span from you.” He placed one of them back in the refrigerator and the other in the cart. “And indecisiveness.”

“Hey!” You glared at him, lips tugging downwards into a pout. 

He chuckled, arms wrapping around your hips, planting a short, sweet kiss on your lips which left you inclining towards him for more but his grip on your hips stop you short. You huffed in irritation. 

“All I wanted was for a kid who’s more like me. But they both turn out exactly like you with your bullying tendencies and that lovable face.” 

“So that’s why you keep giving in to them? ‘Cause they look like me?” Hajime snickered, head buried in your neck. 

You were about to retort when the sounds of growling and the beginning of crying could be heard from the direction of your children. Two staff were trying to help - expression laced with uncertainty and fear - but Kentarou, with a packet of yoghurt in each hand ready to launch it at them, was standing protectively between them and Tobio who was already hiccuping.

You sighed in resignation. “Exactly like you.”

Hajime grinned in pride, “Well, at least now we know that they won’t be bullied at school.”

You gasped, hitting him in the shoulder, before marching over to them before the situation escalates, and save the two staff from having their necks bit off by your child.

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[ohmy7hearts]

not my fav setter

part 1: sir bump into me again

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Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Kageyama!Reader

A/N: dont expect constant updates :>

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[ohmy7hearts]

Being an Amazon and Tim Drake’s significant other; pt. 2

A/N: my grammar is all over the place,, so just don’t mind that,,, on a more exciting note!! i’m planning to take A levels next year despite graduating with diploma in March so,,, idk how committed I would be to writing ((like i was in the beginning lololol))

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They have made it clear that whatever you did will not earn you any sort of favours from them. So you have decided to just avoid them entirely, using your enhanced abilities to sneak around the tower, like some kind of burglar - dashing off to your room when you hear the littlest sound of voices coming towards your direction, peeking out at the corridors before walking down them, not joining them when they go out for their outings or having their movie night

Honestly, Gar and Bart were the only ones who felt bad about leaving you out entirely. They tried suggesting subtly but it was always met with glares or just shut down before they could convince anyone

The two of them band together to try and make you be friendlier with the rest of the team to earn their trust back

However, no matter how much they’ve tried, your enhanced skills always leave you one step above

So they have to take things the hard way, they infiltrated your room

You were not happy to see the two - no matter how sheepish and sorry they look and how fast they try to talk into listening to them - and literally threw them out of the room

Tim was walking past to witness the whole thing. He gave an offhand remark about leaving people alone and respecting their personal space. Honestly, he just doesn’t want you hanging around with the rest of the team. He felt so vulnerable with you and he sucks at keeping his emotions in check. The last thing he needed was for you to even hint about his crush on Cassie - the team was too smart and pick it up straight away

There was a mission that forced you out of your room, some illegal drug smuggling by the coast. The plan was a simple get in, kick their ass and get out to call the police right on time. Hence, you were told to standby - to watch how the team works so you wouldn’t be confused about how to work with others in the near future

You merely shrugged and waited on the roof as told while the rest of the team entered to seize the operation

However, you see someone sneaking around the shadows and your gut was telling you to go down and help them. You don’t want to cause any more trouble with the team than you already did but you knew they needed help

And from the sounds of it, with the screaming and gears going off, they were ambushed. So, albeit reluctantly, you went in and saved their asses

Despite that, that wasn’t the team’s primary focus. Apparently, the assailant was provoking them and he - Slade was it? - knew where it hurts the most 

Conner was up and arms with Tim about his supposed crush on Cassie with the latter not helping in dissuading the situation despite being a team leader. The team themselves want to intervene but it was escalating badly

You rolled your eyes, going to help Bart with an unconscious beast boy. You three headed back to the aircraft without saying much despite you being able to see Bart opening his mouth and closing it again in hopes of finding the right words to break the ice between the two of you

You tended to Beast Boy’s wounds with Bart vibrating behind you, peering over your shoulder then zooming to and fro the small space whenever you requested for some medical ointments

The peace was broken when the rest of the team rolled in with looks of exasperation and exhaustion and Tim and Conner gone. Bart launched his questions, worry apparent in his voice and features but Cassie merely waved her hand to dismiss him

Starfire sat beside you, staring at a patched up Beast Boy, before muttering thanks to you. You looked at her from the corner of your eyes before nodding slightly

The moment you all touched down, Cyborg took Beast Boy in his arms, nudging you away when you were about to. Shrugging your shoulders, you retreated back to your room

Of course, that didn’t come easy as Bart tried to talk to you, chattering about endless subjects, following you till you both faced your bedroom door

You raised an eyebrow at him and for the first time you noticed the wrangling of his arms out of nervousness and the constant darting of eyes from corner to corner

“I just want you to know that you have a friend in me. I know it’s weird with how we almost died - but hey, we didn’t so that’s a win for us - and the team is falling apart - to which I find is totally ridiculous if you’re curious cause technically you can’t control your feelings for someone but I’m not saying that Red Robin is in the wrong but neither is he right but so is Conner but he’s always been emotional and there’s nothing wrong with that but, wait - what was I saying?”

You considered him, eyes scanning him from toe to the ends of his hair, putting him further on edge and a small part in you almost grin manically at that, before you hummed in acknowledgement and spinning into your room

Behind the closed door, you can hear him shouting about it’ll be nicer if you actually talk instead of just humming and nodding and going off tangent to which you smiled at before soaking yourself for a bath

After that day, you returned to your routine of avoiding everyone - despite Bart and Beast Boy knocking on your door every now and then with invitations; Bart being more annoying and persistent and threatening to vibrate through the walls - and stumbled upon Tim one late night when Bart was in the same room as you

Too engrossed in making a late-night snack, and half-listening to Bart’s one-sided conversation, you didn’t hear him creep around -  kudos to Batman for teaching his sidekicks to be discreet successfully

“You’re still here?” His biting tone was what greeted you and with a blank expression, you raised an eyebrow at him

Bart, ever the peaceful one, jumped to your defence while trying to deter Tim from spiralling further into his foul mood

You pick up your snacks, glancing back one last time before leaving, scoffing “At least I add value to the team and not just participating in petty arguments.”

Tim snarled about how he was wanted, unlike you with the Amazons and the team

Your jaw tensed, blood turning cold, eyes seeing red and were ready to maul at him but Bart literally intervene 

Somehow, that tick Tim the wrong way and him sneering about your boy toy and Bart being such an idiot, which was not surprising

Bewildered, he stood there with mouth agape not believing that the person in front of him was one of the people he always admired for his determination, levelheadedness and thoughtfulness

You rolled your eyes, mocking his emotional intelligence or lack thereof was the reason why he was so isolated from everyone despite how much he tried fitting in with people

Dragging a shell shocked Bart to the rooftop for an unplanned heart-to-heart

You didn't - or even bother to - see the hurt flitting briefly on Tim’s face

Discomfort was something rare when Bart was around but with how quiet he was, you started prattling about your life on Amazon without actually revealing much about your own history; you were not ready for that vulnerability

That somehow got his attention; with childlike wonder, he questioned you one after another and you patiently answered

You didn’t know how long you both stayed there and it was hard to keep track with how seamlessly the conversation flowed to his whereabouts and history and dreams but you knew when the sun bathed you two in sunlight, Bart was already dozing off while still murmuring about something

And for once in a long time, you were content

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[ohmy7hearts]

i don't need protection but you have to know everyone lies

when the sky kisses the earth: 3

"I don't get why you're so attached to him."

"I'm-"

"The way I see it he's a suicidal bastard who doesn't know shit about the world."

"Jean-"

"I mean, okay boy, go ahead and join the survey corps but stop going around and preaching about you wanting to kill all titans. It's so presumptuous."

You sigh, forehead planted on the palm of your hand, as you stared at the bread in your hand. No thoughts, head empty. 

"Huh? At least I have a goal in my life. What the hell are you even living for?" Eren growled from behind you. You sat up straight, glancing behind at him - teeth gritting and fists clenched. "And as far as I'm concerned, she can hang around anyone she wants. Or is your insecurity talking and you're so afraid that the people you call friends will leave you for your shitty attitude."

Eyes widening to saucers, you leaped up from your seat, a direct and literal intervention between the two before Jean retorts and it spiralled again. "Enough."

Eren's eyes rolled to you, taking in the annoyance etched onto your features, and he huffed. You pulled Eren out of the cafeteria by his arm and he followed albeit reluctantly. 

"Oi!" The scrapping of chairs and his foot stomping after you two halted when Marco tried to placate him. 

You slammed the door shut. In the dim light of the oil lantern, his eyes shine like that of a predator with fire reflected off the green panes of his eyes, watching your every move and unmoving, unblinking. 

"You have to stop doing that." He raised an eyebrow at that and you could see, predicted down to the letters, of the words on the tip of his tongue propelled by the anger coursing through his veins. "I know. He started it but you don't always have to entertain him."

Eyebrows scrunching, he muttered, "Huh?" He took a step back, did a deliberate analysis from your head to your toe and back up across your folded arms and into your eyes, glaring daggers at him. "How can you stand him? He called me presumptuous but he's worse! And-and he talks as if you're some kind of inanimate object that belongs to him! So what if you hang around me? What is his problem?"

You grabbed his arm, ceasing his pacing away and back to you with arms gesturing wildly to shake off the energy bubbling underneath his skin, and forced his attention to you. "I can handle Jean. You don't have to get angry on my behalf over something you don't understand."

He squinted at you, eyes blazing with unbridled anger, "Whatever is going on between the two of you doesn't give him the rights to talk about you like that."

"He doesn't talk about me like in any way you think he is." Exasperated, you raised your voice in tandem to the racing heart lodged in your ear and all you could hear is the blood rushing as fast as the memories flashed past your mind. You jumped before he could say a thing. "Stop finding reasons to fuel the ego war you and Jean are having. I'm fine with the way things are." You let go of his arms, taking one last glance at him - features softening to one teetering between confusion and defensiveness - and stormed back to the girls' quarters. 

In the company of the night, your memories and thoughts consumed you. Heart brimming with emotions that you couldn't pinpoint. Most of them lie in the realm of melancholy and you grunted in annoyance when the sound of falling footsteps sounded in crescendo after you. 

"Please, just leave me be."

"I just want to apologise." Jean replied. 

You swung back. Air caught in your throat when his passive face stared back at you. You blinked. "For what?"

He sighed, eyes flitting sideways as if his thoughts were painted in the shadows. "The way I try to intervene between you and Eren."

Your eyebrows shot up before furrowing then you shut your eyes and faced the sky, hands rubbing at your lids. "Jean-"

"No listen, please." Releasing a deep sigh, you looked back at him, eyes gleaming in an otherworldly fashion because that is not the Jean you know especially when his lips flattened to a frown in the manner he was doing at the moment. You pursed your lips. "You don't have to stick by me just because my mother saved you or that we took you in. You're not obliged to do anything for me or with me just because you feel like you owe my family something." He fidgeted. "And I'm sorry if I ever step out of my boundaries as a br-friend."

You frowned. He broke the eye contact and he left before you could fully comprehend what he said, mind set on drawing that boundary line and setting the distance. You groaned. Boys.

You chased him and with a calculated timing and location, you swung one leg around and hit the jackpot. 

"WHAT THE HELL?" Jean whirled to face you, ire curling around him like a snake as he spat out at you. 

"You're being an idiot."

His eye twitched at your blase reply. "I told you to stop doing that!"

"Then stop being an idiot." You rolled your eyes, pivoting on your feet and walking to the destination in mind. "Come on idiot, let's go."

He released a disgruntled scream, rubbing his ass, but followed you nonetheless, stomping after you to show his displeasure. 

"You're such an idiot you know?" You huffed, arms clutching the basket with the breads, and stubbornly facing forward instead of him. 

"Huh? You're the idiot. How can you just let someone talk to you like that." He clicked his tongue, hands shoved into his pants and eyes glaring at any lingering eyes, trudging after you. "You can't even protect yourself."

You swiveled back to him, eyes hardening and lips curled into a snarl. "I'm not some girl you have to protect Jean-boy. And even of I do need protecting, it won't be you because you're the biggest dumb dumb I know who always get in trouble and are always always always the one who needs protecting." You stomped your foot as the gavel to your conversation and huffed one last time as confirmation. 

You continued your trek home. Your supposed 10 minute errand has stretched to include a stupid 20 minute waste of time thanks to Jean. Why did he insist so much on coming along anyways? He never helped to carry things nor did he make your life easier in any way. You huffed in irritation. 

"You'll see."

You peered over your shoulder. Jean was pouting that's for certain - that usual sideway glance along with his clenched fist and rigid form as a defense mechanism in literal form. 

"I'll be part of the military police and I'll be able to protect anyone."

You blinked once, then twice, and you nodded, humming in agreement. "Good luck with that."

He recoiled, eyes blinking rapidly to assure himself it's reality. He ran after your disappearing form, "is that all you have to say? I thought you wanted to join the army too!"

You looked at his inquisitive face by your side, "yeah, but I don't know which regiment to join."

He blanched, "don't tell me the scouting regiment."

"My brother's in that!" You countered, eyes squinting at him; face blanking and eyes hollow, muttering, "right."

Your heartstring tugged, did you say something wrong? "Jean?"

He shook his head, legs stretching out further and the next thing you knew you were trying to keep up with him. Through the huffs and puffs you're exhaling and the thundering beating of your heart in your ears, you called out to him. 

"If you want to be part of the scouting regiment, you should keep up or you'll be titans' food." Your blood froze and your heart fell to your stomach, he never spoke to me like that and you felt like you've committed a great sin. 

"We're going to get in trouble." He spoke, breaking the silence, eyes squinted at you through the darkness. 

"So you're coming or not?" You tilted your head at him, more of a challenge than a question. He gave you a face before passing you and walking into the watchtower. 

"What's your fascination with Eren anyways?" He leaned on the railings and you following suit - arms touching in an attempt to mess with him - but he didn't say anything, merely looking out at the mess of cadets migrating back to their quarters. 

You mulled over your thoughts, "it's not fascination. More like admiration."

A second passed. He swiveled his head to you, features morphing into an ugly scowl. "You get to pine over Mikasa and I can't even have an eye candy? My, my Jean-boy, how selfish."

There were a myriad of thoughts which pass through his head, reflected by his ever-changing features, but he spoke none into existence and choosing to huff in indignation. 

"Imagine that Jean! You and Mikasa, me and Eren. An unstoppable quartet. How sweet." You teased, looping an arm around his and poking his cheek with the other.

He grimaced before it fell. "We're already enough as it is."

Heart leaping, you ducked your head forward, itching to get a closer look at his face. "Yeah, of course. We're the stronger duo together."

He raised an eyebrow, eyes shifting to find yours and his gaze burnt into your mind; you prayed that your face is not as transparent as his. Heart squeezing and your mind filled with voices screaming over one another, you muttered, "realistically speaking, I can't beat Mikasa though. And I have to get to the top 10 to get into military police."

"Don't get any ideas." His voice has been the softest it has been throughout the night but his conviction peaked and you faltered, but gained your strength a second later - hopefully fast enough that he can't prod at it. 

You laughed, voice carried over by the wind away from you two and hopefully your hidden promise along with it, "who'll take care of you if I'm not there?"

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[ohmy7hearts]

tears and lashes

Summary: She cried but he held her so dearly.

Pairings: Damian Wayne x Wonder Girl! Reader

Warnings: Angst

A/N: this,,, is way overdue. This whole series is. 

Based on this.

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“What are you doing here?” She croaked, voice so foreign even to her own ears, clutching the door as if it was the ribbon tying her together - a facade of beauty and grace when beneath is nothing but a sham with a malfunctioning heart and a broken mind - and without it, she would fall apart with just the nudge in the right direction.

That nudge being the boy in front of her with the windswept hair and green eyes. Such a beauty. His mouth slightly agape and the brows slightly furrowing as if mocking her with how easily he could see past that facade and no matter how slight the defect was, he could see the difference. Such a mess. 

Hands tightening, eyes steeling, voice hardening, “what are you doing here, Damian?”

Hands grasping hers, eyes searching hers, voice begging her, “please listen to me, beloved.”

She tried shaking his hand off but his grip was shackled to hers. Frowning, she glared at the contact, wishing she had Jon’s laser’s eyes so she could decapitate that hand; but she can’t hurt him even if she wanted to despite the emotions boiling over to hatred and envy and anger from her previous pathetic state.

His other arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her close, closer and so close to his chest she wouldn’t know where she started and where he ended. She didn’t know if it’s her stupid brain or if it’s his stupid heart that she could hear it beating so loud it resonated in her ears and suddenly the too-loud heart beating of her heart from her swelling emotions melted into a thudding that she somehow has familiarised herself with, the thudding her ears searched and hoped for to find a few months ago. 

He raised her chin, eyes locking on hers then wiping the tears spilling over her waterline. Fingers brushing her skin like his paintbrush on canvas; a juxtaposition to how he fights and his firm voice - a sight meant for her and a sight she always sees. And she didn’t know whether to blame her brain or his heart when his eyes reflected hers. 

She caught it before it fell. Thumbing under his eye, she watched him watch her, tears never stopping. Breath mingling, the warm air brushing her lips before panning over her cheek. He tilted. Nose touching her cheeks, his lashes brushing her glabella then her temple. Skin gliding against hers, fingers resting on her cheeks - barely there. 

He’s whispering. She can’t quite grasp it. Words hanging in the air. Her brain locked on his touch. 

Touched and stroked by his hardened fingers so softly like you were a marble statue; loved and cherished by Damian like you were a masterpiece he can’t quite believe. Oh, to be loved by the man you love; never have you felt such adoration. 

#wonder robin basorexia #Damian Wayne #damian wayne imagines #damian wayne x reader #robin #robin x reader #robin imagine #wonder robin drabbles #rslwrites #rslcreates #dc imagine #dc x reader

[ohmy7hearts]

so ist es immer

Summary: There are some things in life which are meant to be - like Damian taking over the mantle as Batman when he grows up - and there are some things in life which are meant to happen so others can grow.

Pairings: mainly Damian Wayne x Batsis!Reader

Warnings: Suicidal theme

Requested by: @loxbbg

A/N: This was done like two days ago... but I forgot to post it once I got home to my laptop. ANYWAYS, I hope you like it! The second part will be up sometime this week? As I feel that lumping this part with your second part of request a bit jarring in terms of theme. The title is the inspiration for this fic. Thank you for requesting! PS I’m always here if you need someone to talk to and I hope if you are feeling such ways, you are seeking help as well.  

"Dami, I don't think I'm going on patrol tonight," you whispered. Eyes fixed on the window of his room. 

Damian stopped. Hands frozen on the laces of his boots, he faced you by the doorway. The light from the corridor illuminating your silhouette and your expression shrouded in the darkness of his room. He can't see the very eyes which reflect the heart you usually wear on your sleeve nor can he see the smile on your lips. He can't see anything; an expression, a clue. 

Something tugs at his heartstrings. He frowns. There's a lump in his throat. Hands trembling. Standing up with a boot forgotten, his attention wholly on you. 

"All of us would be going for patrol." Will you be okay alone at home? 

You faced him. Still nothing. Like looking at a statue. 

"It's just a headache. You know how bad it can get." Don't worry about it, you have better things to worry about. 

The tug is back. The lump is worse. On instinct, he straightened. 

"TT, you should visit a doctor. It's not getting any better." It's foolish for you to think I will worry any less about you. 

You sighed. It's tired and heavy. First clue. Only clue. 

"I just need some rest, I'll be fine."

You straightened. Gave a small smile at him. Walked down the corridor. 

He took a step forward. Stopped. He trusted you. 

You would tell him if there's something wrong. 

You would tell him everything. 

You would… right? 

Head shaking. 

Heart heavy. 

But he didn't. 

Turned back around against his instinct. 

He wore his other boot, hands flying with familiarity yet heart and mind on you. 

You would.

You should. 

But you didn't.

Staring at the sky, you wondered. 

How it's like being something undeniably important to life. 

You tried, you really did. But with every effort comes that voice inside your head whispering what-ifs. 

You tried to think about how much of a disgrace you would be. How much disappointment that would mar their face. How much pain... their hearts would be, Damian especially. 

Oh, silly Damian… Your other half yet someone so opposite of you. The ruler destined to take over your grandfather and the hero expected to take over your father. The brother your mother always encouraged and pushed yet when a flash of exhaustion passed by you, you would be told to rest. The brother who somehow easily fit into the mould of robin after your other brothers while you're shown sweet smiles and sweeter embraces when donning the batgirl costume. 

But it's not his fault. It never was and never will be. 

Would then mean it's yours? 

Maybe if you were more optimistic, you could see the beauty in life as Dick would always say. Maybe if you were braver, you could be as strong as Jason to confront his fears. Maybe if you were smarter Like Tim, you could find various ways to get rid of this emptiness in your soul. Maybe if… 

Should you find somewhere further to do this? Somewhere where they can’t find you?

Mind reeling, eyes flitting. Glancing at the pills, you swallowed it. 

Head resting on the tub, you finally feel at peace. Memories with your family play like a movie for the last time. Eyelids get heavier. And exhale. 

Exhale.

In uneasiness. To get rid of this heavy feeling in his chest. His leg started to bounce. 

“Is everything okay Damian?” Bruce asked as he drove the batcar home. 

He hummed in reply. Bruce rose an eyebrow. But he knew better. So he just observes. 

“Father, do you think she’s hiding anything from me?”

His voice was so small. Body made smaller. He never saw Damian like this, but he doesn’t blame him. You were Damian’s everything - his voice of reason, his emotional support and in essence his other half.

“What makes you think so?”

“There’s this… My chest feels heavy.” 

Damian struggles with showing emotions, he knew that; like father, like son. To see the worry creasing his forehead above the mask and the mouth tugging downwards into a pout, it must have been plaguing his mind for some time. 

“Why don’t you visit her later? It would definitely help.”

He hummed in reply. And so he did.

Jumping out of the car, he made a beeline towards your room. Even when Alfred called out to him to change first, Bruce dismissing him on Damian’s behalf and his brothers’ inquisitive stare, his mind was fixed. Through the study room and the hallways, up the grand staircase and pass through the winding hallways. The feeling in his chest grew like a parasite - chest and arms and legs heavy like lead. His march turns to a slight jog and turns to full speed ahead.

He threw the doors open. 

It’s dark. 

The curtains are closed. The bed is made. 

Where?

He flipped the switch.

He feels like vomiting. 

Where?

He swallows the lump in his throat. 

He checks every crevice in the room.

Where?

Eyes burning with unshed tears.

His eyes finally glanced to the bathroom.

There.

But something is calling out to him.

Don’t.

But he was never one for following orders. Even with his head pounding with various possibilities and his vision blurry with the tears now flowing down his face to which he does not know when did it start but that’s not what concerns him nor the gnawing pain in his heart which becomes worse with every step forward and the distance shortens but so does his breath and it felt like his lungs are burning and his mind clouding and he --

Stops.

So does his heart.

His mind does not register it.

But his instinct does and his steps fall forward. 

To you.

His hands, trembling, graze your neck for a pulse. Then, your nose for a breath. 

You’re cold.

He carries you out of the tub and into his arms. Hug you a bit tighter, closer, until there’s no saying as to where you end and where he starts.

And that’s how Dick finds you two. 

First, confusion flit past his mind. Then, discomfort at Damian’s sobs.

He hardly cries. You’re not breathing. 

He shouts for his family before leaping into action. He separated your body from Damian who was shell shocked at the prospect of your missing body so he fought and tried grabbing you back between all the threats and sobs then the begging and crying to which Dick’s heartbreak at every plead that comes flying out of Damian’s mouth but he couldn’t give in to him because you need help and you don’t deserve this and he’s so confused and this situation is so --

“What… the hell?” 

Jason took one look at the mess - between your limp body, Dick’s plead of help and Damian’s desperateness. No, he refuses. 

Tim, just right at Jason’s heels, came out blank. Only questions fill his mind and no answers. Too much information and yet too little. Why?

"What the fuck are you doing? We need to get her to the hospital!" Jason gently took your form. 

"No! Give her back! Don't touch her! Let her go!" Damian's shrill voice echoed in the mansion, clawing at Dick's bleeding arms wrapped around his torso as he glared at Jason through the tears. 

Jason stared. He refused. He turned. 

Then bumped into something - someone. 

"What… No… What happened to her?" Bruce's voice and facade broke in every possible way. 

His large hands skimmed your neck then your face. It's cold, too cold. 

"Master Bruce, I suggest…" Alfred's voice faded at the scene. 

Damian limp in Dick's arms, wailing for something - the first time he ever saw Damian so broken because even in his death, he never feared. Dick, always the empath, was caressing Damian but the action held no love; it was like he was doing it because he had to. Tim was frozen by the bathroom doorway gazing at something far away like his brain has failed him and that's all he ever was and now all that was left was a husk of a man. Jason, with his big stature, was cradling something - someone - but his face shows anything but strength as his lips quivered and eyebrows furrowed. Bruce was mumbling, caressing the hair of his daughter, tears not showing any sign of stopping nor did it register in his mind; he was as far too gone in his mind. 

It was like a movie; it felt so surreal.

He felt like he was peeking into a window of a family who has lost everything. 

But it was not; that was his family grieving. 

And he blamed himself. 

He was here with you. He should have checked up on you. He should have listened to the voice nagging at his mind. He should have insisted he stayed with you when you told him to assist them with the batcomputer. He should have… been better. 

And it echoed in the minds of 5 other people. 

The mansion was always quiet at this time; moon high yet soon to be replaced by the sun. But never with the air heavy and the family gathered in one room. Never with the mansion echoing cracked voices and rasped cries. Never with hollow souls and breaking hearts. Never with one less member in this too huge of a mansion. 

#damian wayne x batsis #robin x batsis #tim drake x batsis #red robin x batsis #jason todd x batsis #red hood x batsis #dick grayson x batsis #nightwing x batsis #damian wayne imagine #robin imagine #batsis imagine #rslwrites #rslcreates #just like it always is

[ohmy7hearts]

Damian Al-Ghul Wayne Masterlist

headcanons

pt. 1: you were his best friend and only those deemed worthy would be allowed to date you

pt. 2: stories about the constellations

pt. 3: it would be another lifetime until I would give you up to death once again

pt. 4: love is as powerful as it is dangerous

pt. 5: it would be better for the both of us if we did not pursue anything more than friendship

pt. 6: you are my soul

pt. 7: you were supposed to be wonder girl, right?

pt. 8: I’m just glad that I turned out to be a girl, I guess

pt. 9: coming on 3/8

basorexia

pt. 1: sparring and cheeks

pt. 2: nightmare and hands

pt. 3: ice cream and noses

pt. 4: pleads and foreheads

pt. 5: tears and lashes

pt. 6: coming on 11/8

random fics

i believe you are the best version of yourself

moodboard

wonder girl

mini trinity

art

rough sketch: 1   //   2

headcanons

pt. 1: she’s a threat if we don’t do anything about it

pt. 2: he is enough as it is

pt. 3: coming on... ?

so ist es immer

pt. 1: back to back but not eye to eye

pt. 2:  coming on... ?

headcanon

pt. 1: background info

moodboard

ravenclaw wonder girl

gryffindor wonder girl

#mobile masterlist #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #robin #robin x reader #robin imagine #rslwrites #rslcreates #thank you for the support

[ohmy7hearts]

promises and dreams are just falsified hope

when the sky kisses the earth: 2

Summary: Familiar setting, different atmosphere. Your mind is filled with the death of your brother. So Eren imposed a dream into your heart.

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, for now.

A/N: I actually stuck to the once per week timeline thing. wow, good job me.

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Fist met your jaw. You flung backwards. Back skidding across the ground and eyes meeting the sky. 

Well isn't this my lucky day. 

The pain pulsating from your jaw rendered you frozen, sprawled on the ground with no intention to move. 

Not like you can. The next moment found you breathless and literally wheezing.

Eren groaned, trying to grasp onto the nearest surface to sit up. When his hands met something substantial but not entirely hard, he didn't think twice about it and immediately sat himself up to throw some remarks at Reiner. 

"Woah Eren, easy up on the touching. We're in public, you know?" Reiner smirked, his voice carrying over the training grounds and bored, tired gazes darted to Eren. 

Eren gave his trademark huh. His head was still trying to regain some semblance of normality - hand supporting his head in an attempt to ease the tension - but the crowd grew wild. People whistled and clamoured in approval. His head pounded more with the increasing attention and noise surrounding him. 

"Can you please get your hands off me?" You murmured. "It's getting painful."

At your voice, he whipped his head towards you, meeting your half-lidded eyes but showing no sign of emotions, as if you were asking him to pass you something out of reach. His head then whipped to the other side. 

His supporting hand was on your thigh. His eyes widened in disbelief. Too close. His ears burned. It was lodged in between your hips and thighs and he could feel the pelvic bone underneath. But with his considerably large hands, his thumb is dangerously close - 

Hands grabbed onto the front of his shirt. He had whiplash from how fast his point of view changed - now facing a pissed off Jean - and his legs dangled uselessly before he was shaken to reality by said boy. His feet sunk into the ground, facing Jean with an equally annoyed expression. 

"What the hell is your problem?" Eren snarked. 

"Huh?" Jean's face morphed into a sickly fake smile, scorning. "I should be asking you that!" He shook Eren vigorously - his head looking like it was almost dislocated from his neck - and chalking his headache up to 100 times worse. 

Anger fueling his dazed mind, he grabbed onto the hands, twisting it, before pushing Jean backwards. Jean fell on his ass from the sudden force. Similarly, Eren found himself in a similar - yet more compromising - position. 

The air in your body expelled so suddenly when his body slammed into you yet again. Pain bloomed from where most of Eren's weight laid. But it was gone as soon as it came. 

Landing much more softly than he anticipated, his mind reeled back to his earlier predicament. His face erupting in embarrassment. He scrambled to his feet. 

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Kneeling by your side, Eren wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders to support you into a sitting position. His eyes checking your face for a reply of sort or any fleeting emotion other than pain. 

He could hear the crowd busting in more cheers at his actions. But he tuned them out on instinct. Worry had him zeroing in on you, senses heightened to pick up even the slightest motion.

"Just fine," You winced. "Another day of training."

Before he could ask you further, an imposing voice interrupted them. "Jaeger, care to explain?"

Spine straightening as habit and eyes darting to the glare of his instructor, Eren gulped. Heart pounding in his chest and sweat collected under his bangs. This looks so wrong no matter how he tried to explain it. 

"Just a small accident sir. Eren landed on me when he too was thrown back by his partner." You answered. His eyes returning to yours which are closed with eyebrows furrowing. You shook your head, trying to shake off the pounding headache but it made it worse, then revealed the orbs underneath. Eyes meeting his. His breath hitched. 

Using the hand gently in yours, you pushed yourself up with Eren being your crutch. With that quick movement, a mind-numbing pain erupted from your midsection, buckling your knees and Eren quickly stood to ensure you didn't fall. His hands go to your waist, guiding you to lean your weight on him. 

"Jaeger, bring her to the infirmary. Dismissed." With a flurry, he turned, glaring at all the gawking cadets, prompting them to leap back into training with enthusiasm.

“Come on, it’ll be faster if I carry you instead.” Just like that, you found yourself in a familiar situation - a reflection of your predicament a few weeks ago. 

You sighed in disbelief, a smile tugging at your lips, and just like that day, you relented. Climbing over his back and wrapping your arms around him. “We should stop meeting like this.”

“Technically, we meet each other every day,” he chuckled and you landed a half-hearted hit on his shoulder. “But what’s wrong with us ending up like this?” 

You wound your body closer to him, voice dropping a few octaves while you breathed it into his ear, “I may start to depend on you a little too much.” A shudder ran through his body. Goosebumps appeared on his skin and the hands around your thighs tightened. You giggled, burying your nose into his neck. 

“You can’t just do that,” Eren’s voice was strained as if it was hard enough to think of those words much less to say them into existence. 

You gave a half-hearted hum as one of your hands crawled to the back of his head, playing with the ends of his hair, cheek planting onto his shoulder. It was silent as you both continued on your path to the infirmary. 

Your eyes roamed over his features. Those teal eyes were beautiful and the steely gaze which reflected his determination sharpened it to look like jewels - you’ve never seen them but with how people described them to be something otherworldly eye-catching and something even money can’t buy, you believe Eren’s eyes were a clear depiction of them. His drive intrigued you and lit a fire within you but when you found out the reason why he’s fighting to begin with, the story pulled on your heartstrings. It was like looking into a mirror whereby it would present the best version of yourself.

And you wondered if he feared anything.

“Hmm? My biggest fear?” Eren spoke. “Losing to the titans.”

“So death?” Hand still playing with his luscious locks.

“No.” The resolve in his voice hardened and your gaze flickered from your hands to his face. “Losing more to them. Like maybe having my friends die in their hands or more of them breaking down the walls, driving us to a corner like a herd of cows before slaughter.” Your heart skipped a beat, hands stopped playing with his hair and all your attention on the boy before you. “I don’t want to die before I kill all those titans. I refuse to.”

You frowned, heart dropping to your stomach and eyes burning with incoming tears, “That’s what my brother said as well. And he died. Some things are fated to happen, you know?”

Eren looked at you, as best as could in the position you both were in, trying to decipher and unravel all your thoughts and emotions because all he could see was a girl trying to keep everything in in the wake of a death of a family you longed to see. He never understood it much when people keep their emotions under wraps, he was always one to confront them head-on. So he cried when his heart was heavy, got angry when his blood boiled, laughed when his body felt light with mirth despite what people claimed he should do. But he wanted to understand. Especially if it meant helping you.

Eren set you down on the infirmary bed, eyes searching for the nurse stationed there but once he came out empty-handed, his gaze landed on you - hands trembling in your laps and eyes vacant, clearly swarmed with the thoughts in your head.

You snapped out of the war in your mind when warm hands enclosed both of yours. Eyes meeting teal. “You know, there’s a land made of ice somewhere beyond the walls.”

“Huh?”

“Even water filled with so much salt that the merchants can’t collect it. Imagine that!” Eren’s grin lifted his eyes to a close. “It was actually Armin’s dream but hearing him talk about it makes me want to see it for myself. The flaming water, snowy fields of sand and everything else that waits for us on the other side of the walls. Freedom!” His hold on you tightened, eyes hardening but smile bright as ever. It sent a jolt down your spine and your breath quickened. “You can come too! See the world with us. Be free.”

Your heart quickened, toes curling. “You want me to come with you? To live your dream? To see… this world? Together?”

He nodded, fingers now intertwining, his smile widening. You frowned, thoughts consuming you, blocking the words stuck in your throat.

“I can’t.” You saw him visibly deflate before your eyes were quick enough to fall to your hands. Hands which are much slacker and the wind passing between your fingers and his biting on the skin. “I can’t promise you that.”

“It’s not a promise.” His voice never wavered, hands now grasping your wrist, prompting you to look up at him. “It’s a dream; a goal. Something to work towards and you know, make life worth living.”

“What’s the difference?” You scoffed, tired and worn out and hollowed.

“Because it’s fate. Like you said, some things are fated to happen, right? Dreams are like fate, guiding us somewhere.” 

Your mind told you to run the other way and never interact with him anymore because he’s danger reincarnated. But your heart yearns for his warmth and to believe him so you did.

#eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren yaeger #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #rslwrites #rslcreates #when the sky kisses the earth #eren x reader

[ohmy7hearts]

a lil bit of blueberry flavoured puppy love; name troubles

Summary: Tobio doesn’t know your name nor Hajime’s.

Pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader // Child!Kageyama Tobio x Mom!Reader // Child!Kyoutani Kentarou x Mom!Reader

Warnings: Cute fluff form baby Tobio!

A/N: I'll probably add some bonus scenes at the end after my nap. Please bear with me, this was written on the verge of sleep. But this can be another series I don't mind starting ahha.

"Love, can you bring the food to the table? I need to settle Tobio's food." You called over to Hajime who just appeared from the bedroom. 

Tobio watched as his papa walked past him, ruffling his hair on the way, and settled himself behind his mama. They're hugging? He wasn't sure but it took some time and mama and papa never hugged for that long - except for when mama returned after being away for quite some time last month but they always hugged together as a family and he really liked that - but maybe it was that time of the month when papa would tell Tobio to not disturb mama so much because she's hurting and bleeding on the inside, perfectly normal as he learnt, so she always wanted to cuddle but she always cuddled with him and not papa. 

So Tobio frowned. Maybe if he stared long enough, they would notice and mama would beckon him over with her bright smile and papa would just gesture him over with his big arms. They didn't. Papa went back to what he was supposed to do, coming over to where Tobio was sitting, and setting the plates on the table. 

"Doing homework, bub?" Papa walked away before he could answer, returning with plates and forks and spoons, before laying them out on the table. 

Tobio nodded. He gathered his pencils and crayons onto the paper. He didn't want to get in papa's way and mama always told him that he should help whenever he can. So he did. Climbing down the chair, he balanced the paper with rolling crayons and pencils - like he would whenever he was carrying his cup of water and the water was a bit too high and he didn't want to spill it because then mama would have to clean it up and now Tobio is a big boy and he didn't need anyone to clean up after him - to place them on the living room table. With rapt attention, he watched the crayons and pencils rolled side to side as he walked. Carefully, he placed them down with success! 

Now he can help papa! 

Running back, his eyes widened. His big brother was there already!  He was helping papa place the forks and spoons by the plates. Tobio pouted. He wanted to help. 

"Babe, how long more?" Papa called out to the kitchen. He then faced Tobio, tucking his hands under Tobio's armpits to carry him. Placing him on the high chair, he weasled himself into the leg holes. 

"Coming!" Mama's voice replied. She came in with a smile, placing Tobio's food in front of him before planting a sweet kiss on his head, making Tobio's heart flutter and the feeling crawled up his chest and settled on his face with a smile, gummies showing. It had mama giggling and pinching his cheeks. She did the same with his big brother but he didn't smile like Tobio did. His big brother Kentarou huffed by her side but it still made mama giggle and pinch his cheeks all the same. 

"Heard you got a promotion, love?" Mama asked, starting to cut her food after their thanks. 

Tobio followed. Picking his spoon up, he focused on his food. Mama and papa's conversation became background noises. He didn't want to make a mess and that meant focusing his all to his task. When he didn't make a mess, mama would always smile brighter and pinched his cheeks a little tighter with fond words of praises following it. Tobio will be a big boy for mama. 

You frowned when your phone rung, the familiar number of Sugawara appearing on the screen. Worry coursed over you, forgetting about your task at the moment, as you pick up the phone. 

"Hello?"

"Hello, babe."

Your spine straightened, your hand grasped the phone a bit tighter and an inaudible gasp tumbled out of your opened mouth. Suga's familiar voice has deepened and the baritone is so similar to Hajime. 

He chuckled after your moments of silence, "Sorry was that too much?"

Exhaling, you chided yourself in your mind before berating your friend on the other side, "what's that about? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"My bad! I just wanted to tease you. After all, isn't that your name?" The lilt at the end insinuating the wiggling eyebrows he must be doing. 

Placing a hand to your temple to dissuade your incoming headache, you sighed, "what are you talking about, now? Don't you have little kids to be monitoring?" You teetered the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you continued ploughing the dough for your bread. "Are you just calling to disturb my peace?"

A laugh. "I'm talking about how your son thinks that's your name."

An unintelligent huh escaped your lips, hands frozen as you frowned at the spot on the wall as if it's Suga there instead. 

"I didn't peg Iwaizumi as a love since he seems more like a Daiki or maybe even a Setsuno." 

"Koushi. What are you talking about?"

Another giggle. "I had Tobio's class do a family introduction worksheet of sorts. They're required to write down their family members' names, one thing that particular family member likes and one thing that they like about that family member." 

He stopped, to what you predicted as dramatic flair. 

"He only got Kentarou's name right. Iwaizumi is labelled as Iwaizumi Love and you're suddenly Iwaizumi Babe. Charming, don't you think?" He teased. "I would remember to name my future children that."

You groaned. A part of your soul felt like it left your body. As much as your heart melted at how innocent your baby boy is and how adorable the situation is to showcase his highly attentive trait, you know you won't live this down. 

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi scenarios #haikyuu imagine #rslwrites #rslcreates #iwaizumi hajime x reader #blueberry flavoured puppy love

[ohmy7hearts]

why would you promise when you know promises are bound to be broken

when the sky kisses the earth: 1

Summary: There are some things which are fated to be and others forced into submission by people with the power to do so. You believed you were fated to join the survey corps and meeting Eren. But was the world fated to feel his wrath? You could stop him, but would you? Would you sacrifice the security it would bring to the boy in your arms with the familiar teal eyes and not even a year old?

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, for now.

A/N: I really wanted to write a full length series before AOT ended. Seeing where the manga is now and the news of it only having one season left really prompted this series. Inspired by the AOT game - I wish they could have integrated your character into the final battle game.

AO3 Version // next

The necklace around your neck felt colder, heavier, like what one would imagine being wrapped around in cuffs - chained to the earth - and very much what slavery felt like with its restriction and a dead reminder that your life was starkly different from how you imagined it would be. 

“Cadet. Do you hear me?” It was like you were dunked into a basin of cold water - jarring you back to the bitter truth. And just like if you were underwater, everything else was muddled. 

 “Yes, sir!” You did a salute. Eyes never wavering from the spot on the wall - lighter than the rest from who knows what - and teeth gnawing on the bottom of your lips. It’s trembling so much and it scares you the longer you stand there. You could feel his gaze boring into you. Eyes trying to peel the facade you plastered on, insisting he sees the wavering heart to be served on a silver platter for him to be satisfied by your answer. Tears started lining your eyes and oh, God... Your mind reeled for a distraction. Eyes zeroing on that spot. What if it���s the instructor’s doing? Maybe the instructor chipped off that part of the wall. Maybe he found the wood splintering and was so annoyed by the sight of it that he tore it off until -

 “Dismissed.” 

 You dared not look away from that spot until you turned tail and scurried away from the room. 

 The air outside was much warmer and it filled your lungs with air that you could actually breathe. With the sun burning high and charged with screams of determination or desperation - you can’t really tell when you were in a similar state of disarray - you stepped towards the training grounds. Stopped. You were supposed to be returning to training but nothing matters. It never did. When loss would be what you faced in the end. 

 Suddenly, the air that you could breathe choked you and poison seeped into your body. Trembling lips couldn’t hold back the sobs as your feet carried you away from that godforsaken room. It hurts so much. Hurt from the very core of your soul. Tears blurring your vision and your feet failing. Falling and failing. You tumbled to your hands and knees. Gasping for air through your constricting throat, you wanted to get away. Hide! Hide. Where no one can see you. Where no one can hear you. 

 Your arms gave way. Head buried on the ground, no sound escaped you. You shut your eyes through the tears. Your brain finally registered the lack of air in your lungs but you couldn’t. You need to breathe but you couldn’t. With every intake of breath, your body exhaled. And it was getting so hard to breathe. So hard. As hard as it was hurting. Your mind screamed at you. Breathe, breathe. What’s the point? You needed to but your body insisted on crying. 

 Crying was so pointless. Why are you crying? It can’t do anything. You won’t get back what you lost. 

 Hatred bubbled within you. Your eyes shot open. The air was stuck in your throat.

 The necklace was on the ground. Right in front of you. 

 “Here you go.” Your eyes focused on the necklace before flitting upwards, following the extended arm to find a familiar face and similar eyes. 

 You tilted your head, eyebrows frowning, a question on the tip of your tongue but he beat you to it with his soft smile, dimples showing on his cheeks. “It’s a little gift from me to you. I know your birthday was last week but it was hard trying to find this, you know!”

 You pouted, more questions on your mind, “You already gave me flowers for my birthday.”

 His smile disappeared before quickly giving way to laughter. “Let me spoil you a bit sis!”

 “Besides, flowers are going to die anyway, no matter how much you love them. They are going to wilt even if you put a lot of care into them.” He took a seat beside you, fingers grasping the pendant as you watch him in awe. “But this. This will last forever... And you’ll remember me no matter what. Even if I’m far away from you beyond the walls. And you can tell all your friends about how great of a brother I am.”

 There’s something in his eyes and his voice that you can’t quite put. And at that age, you never question him much. Everything he did, everything he said never ceases to amaze you. Sometimes you understand him but most of the times not really. The brother almost 7 years older than you with his head in books and a band of friends who join the army when they’re of legal age never stops. Stops to wonder and question nor stop to leave you proud.

 His laugh snapped you out of your reverie. And you watched because he was never around much and you really liked his laugh. The dimples on his face more because that means he’s smiling and when he’s smiling, you smiled too. You want to be like him one day.

 “Turn around, I’ll put this on you.” And he did, with such care and it felt like when a butterfly landed on your nose or the breeze by the river tickled your arms - so soft and barely there. And you wonder how your brother is the most amazing one out there. Even if he tripped a little too much, destroys more than he helps in the kitchen and forgets every now and then, he is still so kind! He grew the flower beds lining the house and taught you to caress the stray cat instead of grabbing it, walked with you through the woods and made you feel much safer when the trees started to morph into horrifying monsters. Even Mama said that he was amazing. And Papa was always so proud of him! You want to be like him one day…

 Like him…

 Dead.

 “Hey!” 

 Someone shook you to a sitting position. 

 Through the blurriness in your vision, you found teal eyes.

 Concern swam in his vision then shock when he saw your hands, bleeding. 

 How did that happen?

 “You’re bleeding! Let’s get you to the infirmary! Wait, we need to stop the bleeding first.” He worked fast to wrap your hands in his jacket. Face scrunched in concentration. Your lips started twitching. 

 “And who’s gonna take care of you when I’m away huh? I know I’m clumsy but you don’t have to follow in my footsteps. One mess of a person is enough in the family,” Your brother nagged as he cleaned your scratched and bleeding arm. “Take better care of yourself, okay sis?”

 “Hey, are you listening?” Teal eyes scrutinised your face. Hands now cupping your face to wipe the tears away. You’ve never heard him speaking so softly and your heart squeezed at that.

 “It won’t work.” 

 “Huh?” Your lips twitched more. 

 “I’ll need a smaller cloth to properly wrap my hands.”

 The disappearing frown came back tenfolds. “And I’m not a walking first aid kit! Let’s get you to the infirmary.” 

 “You can walk, right?” It could sound so demeaning. Especially when he towers over you with that burning gaze of his. But how could it be? When his voice was so soft - jarringly different from his previous defensiveness and his usual declares of murder - and hand extended to help you up.

 Your lips finally formed a smile, “Maybe I’d need some help getting there. I wouldn’t mind being carried.” 

 His eyebrows shot up but a teasing smirk formed on his lips, “If you got the energy to joke around, I’m pretty sure you can walk.” 

 Without a reply, he bent down. Crouching in front of you with his back towards you and arms outwards in a similar fashion.

 There were protests at the tip of your tongue. But you relented, crawling over his back. His arms grasping your thighs and situating you more comfortably on his back before he departed towards the infirmary building. 

 You hesitated to wrap your arms around his neck or lie your head on his shoulder and in that midst of hesitation, you saw it. A band of string going around his neck before disappearing under his shirt. A necklace.

 “Hmm? Yea, it was my father’s.” 

 Your eyes widened - unintentional for it to come tumbling out of your mouth. Just like before, the necklace weighed on your chest. And cold as it burned your skin and seeped into your bones. Tears forming on your waterline without you meaning to. 

 “Just lie down.” He whispered. “You’ll feel better afterwards.”

 You stared at the back of his head in contemplation. A beat passed. He squeezed the meat of your thighs. So, you listened. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into the crook of his neck. Trying to conceal your sobs and to hold back the tears. The warmth of his back and his smell comforted you in a way that you can’t place. Whether it be the desperation of your mind tricking you into it or some lucky coincidence, you didn’t dare question it any further. So you hugged him tighter.

 He unravelled you from his arms. His face scrunched up in worry and gone were the dimples. “Promise me, little sis. Promise me okay? You won’t do anything reckless and you’ll be here. You’ll stay here until I come back, okay? I won’t be long. I promise you, my dear little sis. I’ll come back to you. And we don’t have to worry about whatever is out there anymore and this ever happening again. You promise me that and I promise you… I promise that the titans would pay for this. So, do this for me okay? I can’t worry about you when I have to worry about myself.”

 He chuckled, tears streaming down his face, and voice wavering in tone and speed, “You know how clumsy I am so I have to be more careful and that means I can’t really worry about you when I’m out there. So be good for me like always and stay here okay? I promise I’ll be back soon.”

 “Promise?” Your pinky raised in between both of you. He lets out another airy chuckle but wrapped his pinky around yours nonetheless.

 He wrapped you in his arms and you felt safe, amidst all the screaming and crying for help and the world behind the walls burning under the depraved hands of titans.

 Titans.

 They did this; took away everything. Your home, your childhood, your parents then your brother.

 Titans.

 We’ll kill them all.

 The boy stopped. He tilted his head slightly to you as if pondering on whether he heard you correctly. Then, he looked up.

 “Yeah,” he faced sideways, seeing you in his peripheral, “we’ll kill them.”

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believe

Pairing: Im Jaebum x KoreanIdol!Reader

Part 6: useless roommates doing useless things

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Being the daughter of Pamela Isley and Tim Drake’s significant other includes:

A/N: Well... I’m alive? No excuses, I just had no motivation to write or continue whatever is on this blog. BUT I love Poison Ivy... So here’s that... Guess I’m back to writing on this blog heh. So... Should I finish all my other work??

Requested by: @xiaolinweretiger

Let’s be real. Your father must be immune to Pamela in all the right ways because your mother is death on legs. And he must be special as well!! To appeal to her desires than her killer instincts. 

And let's be more real. Your mother probably had thought of aborting you. Not because she can't take care of you but more of fear that she can kill you before you were even born and the fact that she's a criminal means an uncertain future for you. 

The first trimester has her more aggressive and harder to catch, the second has her on radio silence and the last trimester has her getting help from Selina and Harley. Having her on radio silence for so long put Batman on edge so when he did find Pamela, she’s attending to her plants while singing lullabies? Well, that’s new.

He watches her for a few moments before dropping down to investigate. Hearing an intruder, her plants immediately circle Batman as a warning and Pamela has her eyes in slits and a scowl on her face. 

The sudden commotion from the plants is unsettling hence when the crying started, Pamela is at a crossroad and Batman watches as she keeps glancing somewhere and back at him with uncertainty. Only when the crying turn to wailing did she retreat behind her plants. 

Walking around the plants which cower with your crying, Batman followed Pamela and to his surprise, found a green baby huddled by her. She’s cooing at you and reassuring you that everything is okay while letting you play with her fingers. With your giggle, comes her smile, one that Batman never sees on her before tonight.

He put two and two together and resigns. Before he can fully walk away, she calls out to him, 

“There will come a time when I can’t take care of her. I’ve made my mark on this world but she doesn't deserve that. The life that intertwines with mine is not bright nor is it fulfilling. So Batman, please, I’m begging you. When that time comes, take her away from me. Give her a life she deserves and make sure she doesn’t turn out like how I did.”

“She’s not better off with me. And you will make a great mother, Pamela. You don’t have to do what you did now that you have her. Stay away from that life and I will not disturb you.”

“I’m not asking you to adopt her; that’s suicide!” she scoffs before her voice softening. Eyes flitting from his to admire your sleeping form, a smile curling on her lips and fingers petting whatever little hair you have. “Just leave her somewhere safe, away from Gotham. I can’t possibly be a great mother if she has to grow up here and has my enemies breathing down her neck. Besides, criminal life doesn’t pay, you know?  I can’t possibly ask Selina to continually steal on my behalf.”

“I can’t promise you that.”

She smirks coyly at him, “Think about it. You have someone of my powers on your side and that’s a win as it is.”

The last he’s seen of her for the years following is her back walking away - with her plants curling towards her like she’s their sun - and humming filling the quiet night.

You grow up on the outskirts of Gotham in what others might call an abandoned house. Vines curling up the walls of the house while shrubbery and overgrown grass filled the grounds around it. The forest right at the backyard helps with the aesthetics.

But the interior is what one might call “homely”: neutral coloured walls and earth tones furniture while plants hang from pots from the ceiling, by the windows and on the shelves. Your world is limited to your home and the occasional visits from your two aunts. Though you don’t mind, your mother is worried. 

You can’t go to school with your green skin as you have yet to master how to control the poison in your body. And with no funds to back you up, that’s a no-go. 

Whenever she worries, you’ll just reassure her that you’re okay with just the two of you - and your two aunts, of course - and that the world is mean anyways - which she has to have a conversation with her beloved plants later about that - while sending her a grin which shows your empty gap of a front tooth which fills out as you grow taller. And that’s life for the two of you.

You’ll spend days with your mother attending to your friends, watering them and giving them nutrients - which you soon learn comes from the poopies (manure, your mother reminds) of your horse -  and your evenings be filled with playing in the forest by the lake or the plain fields around your house riding your horse - your mother still wondering where your Auntie Harley got a horse from. Nights are sacred to both of you; her teaching you from books about your friends while a cat - from your Auntie Selina - will interrupt you at times or she telling you of stories about superhuman beings, one residing in the city you can see in the horizon, while braiding your hair and that same cat in your lap. 

Apparently, your life isn’t like the fairytale your mother talks about. You fall sick. Or it’s more like you’ve been sick but your body is prolonging the symptoms. 

Panicked and in disarray, she brings you to the city, wreaking havoc and threatening the lives of doctors. Demands from a madwoman with plants engulfing the walls of the hospital and eventually caging them in have the doctors yielding. 

It takes hours for the police to arrive and not long after to realise that the plants yield to no one but Poison Ivy. Even if fire kills them, more will grow in an instant and build a thicker wall between the hospital and the police force.

When the night falls and Batman arrives at the scene with his trusty Robin, there is little that even he can do against a desperate mother. Desperate himself, he has to turn to Selina and Harley for help.  

The police are dispersed before the arrival of the four, leaving only Jim Gordon. Hearing the familiar voice of her two friends, she allows them in. Though they find it surprising that the deeper they venture into the hospital, the more blood they found splattering the walls and floor. 

When they did find Pamela, she is crying by your bed, holding a pale - paler than usual for your skin tone - hand whose owner doesn’t seem to be faring any better. She can only croak out a call for help through her tears and hiccups which has Harley by her side while Selina watches you and the machine you are hooked to. 

When Pamela has calmed down did Selina and Harley inform her of Batman’s deal: saving you in exchange for Pamela turning herself in. She looks distraught and is screaming her head off at the two before your wretched coughs bring her back to reality.

This reminds her off the deal she made way back when you were a baby. So after a kiss to your forehead and a necklace she weaved for you when you were living together in your palms did she leave with a heavy heart. And just like that, the caged hospital falls to give way to a defeated Poison Ivy.

“Remember what you promise me.” She left, following Jim and leaving Batman to bring you to the doctors who treated Poison Ivy. Though Robin is confused, he knows better than that. So he watches your slow breathing as Batman carries you with great care as if you’re fragile.

He drops by night after night, out of curiosity and obligation, observing how your skin slowly giving way to the natural human colours and your breathing much calmer. 

When you eventually woke up, the moonlight fills your dark room and questions fill your panicking mind. You couldn’t hear the constant buzzing of your friends but the buzzing of the machines you are wired to instead. Groggy and confused, you move your aching and limp body to get out of the bed you seemed to be glued on. 

When you sat up, more questions swarm your mind at the sight of your hands - not green, a major point to take note of and great time to panic - but when your focus diverts beyond your hand and at sight of someone else in this room - a costume-wearing person, a major point to note that they are not normal at all - did your mind go into overdrive and you scream for help from your friends and for your mother.

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pleads and foreheads

Summary: If you know of Gods and Goddesses and raised to have faith in them, you should pray to them, especially when your heart is on the line.

Pairings: Damian Wayne x Wonder Girl! Reader

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Returning to writing has me falling in love with this pairing all over again. I really want to finish the story I have in store for them before moving on with my other projects.

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“There’s been a slow activity on crimes lately,” she greeted, hands busying themselves with the bouquet of flowers she brought. Looking at the overfilled tables, she glanced down once more in contemplation. “I grew this. Mother thought it would be a - dare I say - good hobby.” 

Her face scrunched up, tears pricking her eyes, as she finally gathered her courage to face him. Or whatever that was left of him. 

The myriad of wires attached to his body made it difficult to see him; see his tanned skin which has faded to a pale complexion, see the sinewy tissues which were cultivated from years of rigorous training and dear Hera, she can hardly recognise his sharp features. Those features which reflect his straight-laced attitude towards the world and himself. The very same features which bring out the competitive fire in her, the storm of emotions brewing in her stomach and right now, the onslaught of daggers etched onto her heart.

Eyes burning and ears ringing, she dropped the bouquet. It fell and was crushed under feet. The stems breaking - breaking the silence of the room like a thunder, though it did not register in her mind as everything else beyond the boy in front of her falls apart - as she moved towards him with uncertainty. Shaking hands hovering his arm yet not willing to touch it. Fear has turned her blood ice cold; fear that he would crumble beneath her touch as she finally realised how fragile he actually is.

The boy who leaps from skyscrapers as if he has wings, the boy who dives headfirst into a battle because his first instinct is to always fight not run, the boy who can dissect a crime scene as easily as he can breathe, the boy who dons a mask every night not out of obligation to a God or society or even his morals but just because he wants to change the world in the way he knows how to. 

There’s a lump in her throat and her voice is more croak than words, “You’re not a superhero.”

That very same boy grows up with superhuman beings, a weight on his shoulder to be something vile yet supposedly honorific, a legacy that was expected to be continued by him because he lives in such a cruel world and a more malevolent city. That very same boy was not given a choice. His childhood ripped away even before he knew what it meant and in exchange for it was swords and a righteous way of life. And that’s all he knew. 

She inhaled deeply, lungs failing as she tried to get her words out, “You’re just a boy.” 

Cupping his cheeks, she looked at him as her heart tear and break at the seams with every scar she sees. With tears streaming down her face and her shaky breath fanning the mask over his, she whispered, “A boy I fell in love with. A boy with a big heart and bigger ambition.” 

It was more of lips - dry as it is but his skin wet with her tears and the air heavy with her breath and running nose - touching his forehead than an actual kiss. “I implore you, Lord Hades… Please… I beg of you… Don’t take him away. Don’t take my love away, please...”

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[ohmy7hearts]

believe

Pairing: Im Jaebum x KoreanIdol!Reader

Part 4: another bs ship photo

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