it's a mess tbh

hellooo! remaking my intro post because i accidentally deleted the original instead of editing it [pain]

Welcome!!

You can call me Starlight or Star (closest variation to my real name). I'm an adult woman (30s), and an xReader fanfic writer on AO3 since 2016 (can you believe???)

also - if you ever see me talking about someone named "Abel", that's my son! no like- actual, literal, child of mine.

True to his word, the very next day, bright and early in the morning, you had an email from Simon. A very detailed email, with time and date, and a request to wear formal black tie dress but with comfortable shoes and an RSVP that had options yes, of course and please say yes you promised! You laughed to yourself and tapped on yes.

Later that day, Simon has called again to ask for your address so that a car could be sent to pick you up.

You didn't think much of the fact that why Valko wasn't speaking directly to you. You simply assumed that he was very busy and this was his way of keeping things streamlined. However, that wasn't the case. Valko was in shambles. He was nervous and embarrassed how he always ended up becoming a bumbling fool infront of you. He was communicating through Simon because that was he couldn't embarrass himself and have you running away from him.

By the time Saturday evening came, he was in an even worse condition. He had to change his shirt three times because he was sweating so much. His emotions were so all over the place that his ears and tails kept popping out and he's have to walk and distract himself to be calm again.

But despite all of that, Valko still told his chauffeur to take the night off. He wanted to drive you to the date and have you sit next to him in the passenger seat.

He had it all planned out. He was going to pick you up, surprise you with flowers, take you to dinner and hopefully when everything goes well, then if you still have the energy, a little private tour of the museum that has an exhibit on the Macedonian period.

Whilst he was a mess of panicked nerves, you were perfectly fine. Your biggest worry had only been if your dress would be appropriate enough or not. Everyone was very aware of how exceptionally rich Valko was. You only hoped that his idea of a dinner wouldn't be too extravagant and a blatant show of wealth.

Oh how wrong you were being proven.

First, he showed up in a sports car. The doors opened up instead of out and the engine was so fucking loud.

Then the restaurant had been fully booked out. There weren't even prices on the menu and he hadn't even let you figure it out. He'd just told the waiter to bring one of everything.

In Valko's head he was being such a good boy. He was providing. He was giving you everything before you even had to ask!

"Would madam like a glass of red?" A waiter asked and before you could even answer, Valko spoke for you.

"Bring the bottle please." He said with the widest smile.

Yes, yes. This is going so well! She has everything. Every appetizer, every entre! I can't wait to bring out every dessert too! I'm doing so good! He was so extremely proud of himself.

Meanwhile, you were having an awful time. He hadn't even asked if you wanted rosé or wine or champagne. Or maybe a can of coke!! Nope. Just ordered for you.

When time for dessert came, again, the waiter brought the menu but Valko very happily stated and we won't be needing those, and once again, ordered a piece of everything available.

You didn't want every single dessert. You wanted one cake slice with two spoons and shyly offering the other the last bite. You'd hoped for a nice soft dinner and getting to know eachother. Now, you wondering if you read all the signs wrong. The constant looking at you, the subtle way he'd asked if you were single. Maybe this really was just a formal dinner? There was no other agenda or intention?

The conversation itself hadn't been dull or boring and it wasn't that he wasn't letting you speak or asking questions. He was doing it all. But that was the problem. He was doing it all. As if it was rehearsed and done a thousand times over. Like this was just another Tuesday, like he'd done this so many times that he had a routine down to the T.

When everything was winding down, there was no bill asked for. Valko simply handed his black card to the waiter and paid double what was owed. You appreciated the gesture but there was still something so ostentatious about it all.

Back in the car, you were just about done with the night.

"If you're not tired- I've gotten the museum to open their exhibit for us to look at and-" He started but you just gave him a smile.

"Actually, I'd like to go home." You said softly.

"Oh- Yes. I can do that." He nodded. The silence in the car suddenly became extremely awkward. When he reached your apartment building, he turned to you. "Did you have a good time?"

Part of you wanted to smile and say yes, but the other half, the extremely disappointed half, didn't want to lie.

"I don't think you want my answer." You laughed softly.

Valko's heart dropped to his ass. Uh oh. "Was- Did I-" He swallowed. "Explain?" He demanded with worry.

"I just- Tonight wasn't what I expected?" You said slowly. "I'm sorry- I think I just read our interactions wrong." You offered.

"No- Please- I really wanted tonight to go well!" He said quickly. "What didn't you like? I'll fix it. I'll do better next time and-"

"Next time?" You asked.

"Well- I- Of course." He nodded earnestly. "I want to do this again. If- If you're up for it?"

"It's just-" You sighed a little. "I understand you're a very rich person but tonight felt like you were showing off. This car? The restaurant being empty? Not even letting me see the menu or the wine selection- Just ordering one of everything?"

"I thought you'd like that you didn't have to decide." He looked down. "I wanted to show that I can give you anything you'd like. That you don't have to think twice about anything if you're with me." He said it so honestly and sincerely that your bad mood started to almost evaporate. "Could- Could I get a do-over?"

"I just don't think we're on the same page." You tried to let him down gently.

"But I- I researched." He whispered, his eyes almost glistening. You were his mate and he'd fucked it all up in one night.

"Researched?" You raised a brow.

He nodded. "Articles and videos and whatnot. Everyone said women like a provider and luxury and to be treated like a princess."

You sighed. "Okay- Yes- Women- Myself inculded- We do like a man who provides, and luxury and to be treated like a princess but everyone has a different definition of what that looks like."

"What would your definition look like?" He asked with a pout.

"I mean- A provider for me wouldn't mean what tonight was. For me, it would mean that I mention I have a leaky tap and he fixes it. Princess treatment would mean going to the other side of the town for a type of pastry I like when I'm in a bad mood. Luxury would mean whatever makes life comfortable for me." You explained. "And tonight-"

"Tonight, I was just an asshole who threw money around and showed off." He realized finally.

Valko leaned back into the seat and slid down a little with hunched shoulders. "I didn't mean to come off like that. I swear." He looked at you, "If you could just give me one more chance- I promise I'll be more authentic. I'll even- I'll even bring my other car-"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Oh? And downgrade from this Ferrari?"

"Oh come on-" He smiled, "This is a Lambourgini. I'll bring the Maserati. For a more casual vibe."

You laughed and he felt like he was on the right track again. You opened the door and Valko ran out to help you out of the car.

"Please? Just one?" He asked softly.

"I... Okay." You yielded. "It'll be a make or break."

"I promise, it'll be something you never forget." He smiled wide, "In a good way!" He added quickly.

You giggled a little and nodded. "Let's see-" You teased him.

Valko was about to ask if he could walk you up when someone yelled from the third floor's balcony.

"Hey!! You coming up, Pips or what?" Caleb yelled, then he whistled. "Nice car, man!"

Ugh. The roommate. His gaze narrowed but he still forced a polite smile and nodded a thank you. Inside, he hated him instantly.

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LADS Drabble Masterlist

Anyway, i love your work!! <3

(This is my first ask in your profile, im a bit nervous and english isnt my first language 🥹)

You know I've written some variation of this soooo many times lol- it really pushes me to figure out a new story every time! Also don't worry! English isn't my first language either !! And thank you so so much for reading! Welcome and enjoy!!

Birthday Month Event!! <33

Jason fell in love before he even knew what love was. Back when he was Robin, he'd saved you and you'd thrown yourself into his arms with a big hug. You'd even given him a little kiss as a thank you because you knew that's what you were supposed to do, thanks to all the Disney movies.

That night, Jason had started to keep a diary. Everything about you, every time he met you, as a civilian or Robin, every time you'd smiled at him, every time he'd saved you, even when you didn't need saving. Bruce knew he might have a little crush on you since he always kept your house on his patrol route. But Bruce didn't know how deep those feelings ever ran.

Bruce never had the heart to ever clean out Jason's old room so he never found that diary.

But here you were. Years and years later, packing boxes to move to your own house together.

Jason had come back, found you, and you'd started to build a life together.

You were sitting on the bed, one hand on your swollen belly, the other sorting through Jason's books and papers, seeing what to keep and what to leave behind. It was all going fine until you came across an old book with block letters saying DON'T READ!!

You laughed softly and leaned back into the pillows, opening a random page.

She was wearing purple today! She looked so pretty. I still can't believe we get to go to the same school!! She's not in my class but I get to see her at recess and off time.

You giggled and flipped to another page.

I got to save her today! B says that she wasn't in any danger but it doesn't matter. She thanked me and gave me a kiss.

I asked Bruce to do patrol near her house but he said we can't give preferences to our crushes. I think he's onto me.

"Babe?" You called out. Jason was hunched over some boxes and hummed for you to continue. "Is this from your Robin days?"

"What- Oh!" He lunged at you. "Close that! Don't read!"

You laughed, "Why?? Tell me about this mystery girl!"

"Give it-" He whined like a child. "It's embarrassing!"

"Nuh uh! Tell me who-" You opened a random page again, "She has the prettiest smile. I wanna ask B if this is what love feels like but I'm too embarrassed. Awww- Babe!! This is so cute!"

He groaned and fell face first into the bed. "You're so mean to me."

You ran a hand through his hair and chuckled. "Come on, Romeo. Spill it."

Jason took a deep breath. "It's you. You were my first love. My only." He mumbled, his face squished against the pillows.

"What?" You asked dumbly. "But I-" You flipped through more and more pages. "You were my Robin?" You whispered. "I don't know why but I always just thought it was Dick."

"Nah. It was me." He said shyly. "It's so dumb." He took the notebook from you, flipping through the pages, reminiscing. "Ah- This one- That's the day Alfred and B did an intervention." He showed you the page.

The lights went out during the museum trip today and she held my hand because she was scared.

"I refused to wash my hand and they had to force me into the bath." Jason chuckled.

"I remember that field trip." You smiled. "I wasn't really scared. I just wanted a reason to hold your hand."

"Really?" He sat up, eyes wide. You nodded.

"Look at us now." You reached for his hand again and he melted to your touch. "Married- Baby on the way-"

Can I request a Damian fic based on 'All lines were crossed the moment I met you'?

I think hurt/comfort and angst would be so good! In my head I see it as Damian falling for you during a rescue mission. From there he is willing to cross all lines, including the no killing rule, if need be to save you and keep you safe

thank youuu!!!

Ohhhh I love it!!!! Thank you for requesting this!!! Bruce is retired, Damian is batman and everyone else is as they are -

Birthday Month Event!! <33

There was absolute silence in the cave. You had a blanket wrapped over your shoulders, Alfred was checking you over for any injury that might need stitches, Dick was helping you clean blood off of yourself with a warm, damp washcloth, Jason was taking inventory of everything, Tim was making a report of all that had happened, Duke was upstairs, briefing Bruce on everything, and Damian was nowhere to be found.

You'd met Damian very young. Back when he'd taken up the mantle of Robin and was being taught to not kill. You'd been taken by Penguin for some debt that your mother owed. And instead of paying her dues, she'd let her young daughter be taken, herself fleeing the city.

You were dirty, hurt and in pain, but when Damian had come to help you, you'd begged him to help the person in the next cell over because you were sure they'd been hurt horribly a few days prior. In that moment, it told Damian everything he needed to know about you and your heart. In that moment, he also realized that if he didn't always keep you safe from the horrors of this world, he'd never forgive himself.

He'd been your rock, your rehab, and eventually, became more than just a friend.

And that was why, 37 hours ago, you'd been taken by Slade's men. Held in a crate where you couldn't even stand or stretch. 20 hours ago, Damian and his family had found your location. 13 hours ago, they'd come to rescue you. 10 hours ago, while his brothers rescued you, Damian slaughter every person that came in his way. 3 hours ago, you were brought back to the Manor.

And right now, you needed him. You wanted him to help you and hold you, not his brothers.

Meanwhile, Damian was at the penthouse he shared with you. Scrubbing his skin raw as he tried to clean the blood off of himself. None of it was his. But he felt pain as if it were. You were at the Manor. Safe. But he'd become what he thought he'd left behind. And worst of all, he didn't feel remorse for it.

You were still at the Manor, in Damian's old room, Titus staying guard at the door and Alfred the cat, headbutting you for pets. It was shocking how intuitive his pets had always been. You were actively fighting sleep even though you'd been given medication.

Suddenly, Titus faces the window, fully alert. But calmed down soon enough when Damian slipped in.

You hadn't cried yet but as soon as you saw him, you opened your arms and when he hugged you, when you felt his weight against yours, the dam broke open. You held onto him like he was a buoy in the storm and for the life of him, he couldn't make heads or tails of what you were saying.

It was hiccups between sobs with words mixing together- All he could make out was that you had been so scared and you were so sorry-

The first part, he understood. The second, he didn't.

"Beloved, sorry? Sorry for what? I'm sorry for coming to get you sooner- I'm sorry for taking so long to realize you were missing-" He cupped your face, wiping the tears gently.

"I- I made you- You killed because- because I got taken-" Your voice choked up. "I made you cross that line-" You sniffed, "After all the time you put into changing and- I made-"