lizzie

summary : doing your makeup while sitting on leon's lap

notes : really self indulgent tbh

credits to the owner of the divider!

leon was feeling incredibly clingy today and you'd love to indulge him at his antics but sadly, you have work.

as soon as you woke up earlier, leon was trying to get you back to bed while mumbling incoherently and making some grabby hands at you. your boyfriend is so cute to be honest, but you cant miss work today cause you have an important meeting with some heads so with a kiss on his forehead, you immediately went to get ready and made some quick breakfast.

you ate and drank your coffee at the kitchen alone, thinking that leon will probably wake up later but after finishing up, you decided that you'll bring some cup of coffee for him if he wants to spend his morning in the bedroom.

"why are you awake already?". you asked in confusion when you finally went back in your room with a steaming mug of coffee to do your make up and you saw leon getting out of the bathroom.

"cant sleep without you". he grumbled as he scratches his tummy while walking towards you.

you just shook your head in amusement at him while you went to your closet to finally change into some work clothes. just a simple black pencil skirt, paired with some brown silky long sleeve top. then after adjusting everything, you went to your vanity but you found leon sitting on your plush chair.

"baby, go back to sleep". you softly said as you ran a hand through his hair. you know he's still tired considering he actually just got back from a long week mission yesterday night.

a week of being away from each other, only texts and phone calls are keeping you both sane.

leon hummed against your touch before he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you gently on to his lap. he squeezed you tight causing you to smile and give him a kiss on his head again.

guess youre doing your make up on his lap today.

with that, both of you just let the silence fill the room while you started putting on your makeup and he's just feeling you up and observing you. from time to time, he takes the mug of warm coffee from the table that you brought with you earlier and takes a sip.

the warmth of the coffee and your weight on him makes him sigh in delight, he missed this. it was only a week but he missed this.

"whats that?". he mumbled as he watched you put something thin on your eyelids.

"eyeliner, its a new brand too". you told him as you finished up putting it before closing your eyes and turned your head towards him. "blow, please".

obediently, he carefully blows on your eyes to make the eyeliner dry. he did it for a few more seconds while his thumb on your thigh caressed the skin.

so soft and warm.

you smiled at him when you finally opened your eyes and leon swore he fell in love again. he watched you put down the eyeliner down on the table and you took another small pink bottle with a circle top on it. you opened it gingerly and tapped the applicator lightly on your hand before closing it back up.

leon kissed your shoulder as you spread the blush on your hand with a finger before patting it on your cheeks and blending it while looking through the mirror infront of you. when you blended everything, you figured its time to put some powder on your face before layering it with a powder blush soon.

"looks so beautiful". he hummed as he watches you through the mirror. he loves the way your blush highlights your apple cheeks.

he watched you put more stuffs on your cheeks and dusting it with some small dab of highlighter. you smiled at him through the mirror before your hands rummaged through your pouch of lippies.

"should i put some lip liner on today?". you asked as you glanced down at the pouch and eyed the different colors.

"sure, hun". he honestly dont know whats a lip liner but he's sure its going to go on your lips, your kissable lips.

you beamed and you took a neutral color one before you leaned more forward towards the mirror with leon holding your hips tightly to not let you fall. you spread the liner with a finger along the bows and ends of your lips after putting it on then you picked a lip gloss.

"wanna kiss you". leon said as he watched you glide the lip gloss on your lips before smacking it together.

you laughed softly at him as you closed the product before you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes but the love in it is so present that you cant help but blush a little.

your hand found the hairs on his nape and you played with it softly as you gazed upon his soft eyes too. sleepy and clingy leon is such a sight for you. he's just so cute and lovely.

"pick me up later?". you asked softly.

"of course, hun". he gave you a sleepy smile and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. "i missed you so much".

三百六十度旋转拍战损小分头

"'m not bothering you, baby?"

"never," you turn your gaze from the movie, volume turned down soft so leon can focus. the white noise is nice, and you like subtitles anyway. the main event you're really in the room for is currently looking at you like you've created the earth, moon, and stars just for him. "grab me all you want."

"that's a dangerous offer," his grip tightens on your leg, palm slipping further inwards. you didn't intend to start this, but you're not complaining.

"and yet, it's on the table," you place your hand over his. there's something mischievous in his gaze when it drags up your body back to your face. "i'm not afraid of you, big bad leon kennedy."

"with an attitude like that, maybe you should be," his lips quirk up in a crooked smile. you shrug. "you think you can take me?"

"oh, definitely," his hand travels upwards, underneath your pajama shorts. "but not in a fight."

You have the civilian screaming while Bruce watches:

And then it’s juxtaposed to how Bruce is silently staring on. Like oh my god. The poor man is internally screaming the exact same thing.

summary: post-mission, you land yourself in the hospital with a concussion. in your daze, you plead for someone to tell damian so he won't tear the hospital down to find you, for him not to worry. only problem? you and damian are supposed to hate each other.

pairing: damian wayne x fem! reader

The faint beeping, the low hushed voices—it's an annoying, distant commotion disrupting your sleep, enough to rouse you from the heavy, dark haze enveloping your senses. Your heavy lids peel open, blinking slowly as your vision adjusts to the sight of the hospital ceiling.

The striking scent of disinfectant hits you, and your nose instinctively wrinkles. A low rasp escapes your throat, just enough to stop the whispers.

"—She's awake!"

It’s a familiar voice, you think. Dick. It wasn’t the voice you wanted to hear, no matter how reassuring—not when the one you're familiar with holds a much more begrudging tone.

"I need..." Who? There's an urgent pressure building up in the back of your mind, an important request hanging right off your tongue. "To tell him."

"Hey-hey, you're okay. Just a little disoriented." Dick’s face comes into view, his messy locks covering the fuzzy halo of light above you. “You have a minor concussion, but no fatal injuries.”

"No. You need to tell him." Your face contorts, straining with visible effort to rack your brain for a name, trying to fight past the thick fog. "I am okay. It's him you have to worry about."

The corner of Dick's mouth tugs down briefly, confusion lighting his features. "Who?"

There's that damn question you're trying to answer. The fluorescent lights are much too oppressive—overly bright and sharp. You needed a shadow, someone who would know what to do when your teeth grinds together in discomfort.

"...Damian." You mutter. Ah, there it is. You don't notice the abrupt confused glances exchanged around the room, of how Damian's name was the last thing they expected to hear.

Your lids fall shut not a second after your job was done, body screaming to rest. At least you won't have to deal with Damian tearing down the hospital to find you.

Everyone is panicking in the cave. He hasn't stopped crying. He doesn't recognize Alfred because at this age, they haven't met yet. He refuses to be held or tended to

There are weird people who brought him to a cave full of scary bats trying to ask him questions and he can't find his mommy or his-

"Papa!"

Tiny Bruce waddles to the tall, broad figure emerging from the shadows, clad in black and leather. He cries into his leg, hugging him tight. Everyone is frozen in fear and awe.

"Papa, I'm scared! Where were you? Where's Mama? Are you okay? Papa, help me! It hurts!"

Jason, meanwhile, is having the whiplash of his fucking life

Because Jason looks like Bruce, who looks like Thomas Wayne

(id in alt)

pairings ⦂ d.grayson ࿔ j.todd ࿔ t.drake ࿔ c.kent ࿔ w.west ࿔ r.harper ࿔ koriand'r x reader

࿐ descriptions of what it's like living with them.

༅ DICK GRAYSON

: he's mainly out on the go, and when he comes back, it’s never empty handed. some mornings, it's you waking up to him all suited up with goods from your favourite bakery or your favourite whatever. a love language of his is remembering your preferences, and it's always on point when he watches you unravel what he got you.

: random dancing in the kitchen together. just music playing while he makes eggs at 11pm and you're leaning on the counter watching him. when night falls, and you're in the same kitchen, the tone's so different. it begins with attempting to slow dance to soft sounding speakers, just end up with him messing up and twirling you around cause that's always been your thing.

: physically and clingy affection that still feel domestic in a way; hand at the small of your back, forehead to yours, falling asleep with his whole weight half on you like he trusts you completely to hold it. he also has a way of turning sexual charged things (eg. showing together), into such pure acts with the warm water on your skin and his fingers on your scalp. the sensation calming you both down after a long day.

: he has a habit of getting into everything you like (music, foods movies, etc), which always means you can't have anything for yourself in the apartment, only cause he's just so determined to know everything little thing about. and even if he doesn't end up liking it, your lit up eyes and smile forever makes it worth trying.

: being the eldest means, your shared apartment has become the first thought for hiding out. damian's done something mischievous and he's not yet ready to face bruce in the manor and so on? your place it is. on days when he's out, you'll be the one to let anyone of the batfam or his friends, in to hang about and keep them entertained until he gets back.

༅ JASON TODD

: books everywhere. some gifted and most thrifted with marked pages and cracked spines. he annotated the margins with opinions that don't pull punches. you have this thing, that started out of boredom, where you write back to him in those same margins for his to read.

: affectionate things said through criticism as a way to care for you: your sleep schedule needs work, you should eat more protein, that coat isn't warm enough. most these are usually solved in seconds by him, eg. he cooks real food since he learned out of necessity.

: strangely, he’s skin always cold after missions. his favourite part of his days, are him coming home to find you cozy, snuggled up in blankets on the couch. so far from what he experienced outside, you use this as a chance to share warmth; hand on his sternum and his breathing slows.

: music played at odd hours of the day; he's earned his own taste that hasn't ever changed, just grown with yours. when you follow the played songs, you're usually met with he doing hands on work like mending the gears on his motorbike, in a spare room or garage.

: he thinks a lot, more than he should with you on the forefront of his mind, which leads to him sending day to day texts that are praised in the ways of, "thought of you when I saw this," or "this reminded me to get back to you." ever since he's got with you, his phone's been more use to him than ever before.

༅ TIM DRAKE

: your agreed quality time has been comfortable silence ever since you got together. most rooms you share in the apartment usually possess electric devices. there are some days he just has his laptops open, and you have your phone blinding as you tap away; different purposes, same couch. a word spoken every now and then.

: loves by having his space accommodate you, making thoughtful modifications before you noticed they needed to be made. that's how he loves; by asking precise questions, remembering everything you tell him, and then getting back to you weeks later. maybe with a detail, preference, or a thing you'd forgotten saying.

: he knows your daily schedule by heart, which leads to him randomly showing up at the place you're at, just to see you like the detective he is. it also helps that he's always glad to take some busy weight off your shoulders. they’re times, you wouldn't be able to make it to places like you promised, just to have him show up in your place, since he's an extensive of you the second you began dating.

: eating together since he forgets to eat when he's focused, most of the time. you've started leaving food near his workstation, to which you share together. it could be anything, and he'll let you have the bigger piece, cause they're just something about showing he cares more about you than these little things.

: when he's overworked and on the verge of sleep, he gets pretty affection, though he just brushes it off once he's conscious again. he'll slump into you, head heavy on your shoulder, whole body finally stopping. he's more honest at this these times with his confessions.

༅ CLARK KENT

: most mornings, waking up to decide whether or not to stay in each other's arms for just five more minutes and put his daily responsibilities on hold. it always ends up dragging on for longer than that, but he's never complaining, when it's just another way to spend time with you, between the sheets.

: cooks for most evenings, after long days as he was raised in a home where food meant effort and effort meant love. sunday dinners are enormous. the table is always set properly. he has a nagging thing for when you eat anywhere, but the table.

: when it's just you two, settling in, he's such an attentive listener. in the fast-paced city of metropolis, he's above the way most people listen like they don't have the patience to. he loves listening to you talk about things that make you happy. so much so that your eyes brightened up, and you sped up your words. this could be anywhere; sitting on the counter, talking his ear off whilst he does the dinners or laundry.

: brings in the cold when he's been flying through skies. warm again within minutes. but the refreshing, open sky smell has become your apartment main scent. wonderfully useful for the boiling summer time.

: your shared apartment gets archived with small, random things; a rock from smallville, a feather, something he wanted you to see. it's like everything he's collected has led him to the moment he finally moves in with you, and now he can finally display his world to you.

༅ WALLY WEST

: the fridge always has to be full, metabolically cause of his superpower. he cooks for ten, eats for ten, and still asks if you want more. you've started cooking bigger portions out of habit. food abundance at strange hours; running off at 5 am to go grocery shopping together, draped in his jacket, once finding out you're practically out of good foods. time wasted by messing around and sharing kisses in aisles, just to return home with a load of unnecessary purchases.

: restless to search for ways to be useful to you; fixes things, tidies in three minutes, appears with the thing you were about to go get. his hyperactivity being his way of getting your attention.

: remembers the date of random things; your first fight, the first time you laughed until you cried, the day you told him something you hadn't told anyone. he keeps those memories alive every year.

: when you're out for the night, doing whatever, without him. he takes over your side of the bed, sleeping. half unintentional, and half so he's given the chance to feel closer to what you left behind, a feel of your warmth and scent in the sheets.

: falls asleep fast and hard. holds on tight even in sleep, like something in his nervous system knows what it's like to lose track of time. you wake up every time, stuck in a death hold.

༅ ROY HARPER

: topic of conversations, ranging from anything to everything from your past fears to the little things, like what you ate. he just innocently wants to know everything about you. it's so easy to open up to him, since he always makes you feel heard, especially at night before bed. that's your go-to time for talking it out together, no secrets hidden ever.

: crafts things purely with his hands: arrows, obviously, but also, fixed the loose hinge, built the shelf, fixed your bike on a random day in the parking lot with tools from his truck. handiwork as his love language in the name devotion.

: over time, your apartment had taken a red tinted route to it, in his favour; flannel, a hunting jacket on the hook, a little worn. his wardrobe culture being, that he doesn't mind when you slip into his clothes, even going as far as to leave some of them behind when he's out of town.

: it's harmless when he does it, but given the fact that he has a daughter. his role is sometimes reflected in your settings. from making you something warm like tea or soup when you're sick, to making sure you get enough rest. not a single chance, he'd let you do anything that'll possibly weigh you down and make you feel worse, until you feel better. for him, the apartment only runs best when both heads are well.

: speaking of his daughter, lian, she sleeps over sometimes. and when she does, the energy moves. roy becomes fully there for her, allowing you to understand that she's essential to who he is as a person. and as for you, with another girl in, that makes for fun times like game night and movie nights.

༅ KORIAND'R

: your apartment's always set warm, literally, since she radiates heat. the second you moved in together, you stopped needing an extra blanket. in winter, rooms she spends time in stay degrees warmer than the rest.

: social rules are so lost on her whenever you're in public, especially in regards to displays of affection. she grants kisses when waiting in busy lines, holds your face in public, says things about love out loud without shame before you part ways; about time you stopped being embarrassed, and started being grateful.

: fierce and protective over your most authentic self, that it feels like being wrapped in something bright. you laugh at each other's bad jokes so hard you end up wheezing and letting loose. her comfort comes through by just braiding your hair, painting your nails, sitting close.

: she panics quite a lot, with all she knows about your differences in species, which leads to her thinking she's taking too much space with her alien habits. she collects random earthly things with genuine delight every time you're out with her, to the point where she's made the ordinary world her own.

: her favourite domestic thing she's always looking forward to, is watching movies and tv shows with you. just something about the screen being as bright as the sun, that she can't look away cause the plot's so good. all cuddled up in the others arms, limbs tangled on and dipped hands in stacked snacks.

realised i hadn't drawn starfire in YEARS and immediately had to fix that terrible crime (and then i did it again bc i had so much fun)