Can U Maybe Do Like A Damian Wayne X Reader Where They're Friends And All But Sometimes They (reader)

Can u maybe do like a Damian wayne x reader where they're friends and all but sometimes they (reader) tends to zone out a lot and think abt a lot of deep ish things that cause her to make weird faces without even realizing? Like she's much more quieter than usual and when he turns to look at her, he sees that she's visibly very upset but for seemingly no reason.

Oh, and if u want angst, maybe the specific thing she's thinking abt has something to do with him so she's really annoyed and snappy when he asks her what's wrong? Like she's be thinking abt how rude guys in their school are and then it kinda reminds her of Damian. Idk🙈🙉

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am i good at angst? no… will i try? absolutely.

NOT YOUR FAULT.

pairings — damian wayne - al ghul x reader (platonic)

warnings — i tried to write angst but gave up, that’s all (and the ending sucks that’s not my fault (it is))

summary — pretty much what the request is gangsters

notes — i don’t know how to write angst 😞

━━━━━━━ YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN THE SIGNS before it was too late. you were sleeping more, food was suddenly too plain, you were easy to irritate, and you felt like you couldn’t do anything.

but, of course, you hadn’t understood when they began, you just blamed it on stress, since you had tons of tests coming up that you were relentlessly studying.

at some point, your grades had started slipping, and your teachers didn’t miss that. you were forgetting to turn in assignments, and whenever you suddenly couldn’t sleep the night before, you started falling asleep in class.

multiple teachers had brought it up after class with you, and you were able to come up with excuse after excuse.

eventually, Damian noticed. Damian, one of the only kids who didn’t ignore you this year, your first year of high school. but, obviously, that wasn’t always the case. Damian had originally been mean, tormenting you alongside all his other friends.

Damian only noticed because of your lack of emotions throughout the time you’d spend with him. on top of that, said time was clearly dwindling.

“hey, hey.” Damian called after you, catching up soon after and walking with you outside, far enough away from other kids so that the two of you could talk without anyone being nosy.

“what’s going on? you’ve been acting weird the past few days.” Damian’s face was clearly concerned, which irritated you further.

sure, you’d been quieter recently, and you almost always had a sour look on your face, but why would he bring it up?

“nothing, im fine.” you defensively crossed your arms over your chest — also doing so for a little bit of extra comfort as Damian seemed to be interrogating you.

“bullshit. talk to me, i’m your friend.” Damian stared at you, face full of worry.

“nothing.” you reiterated, “i said i’m fine, Damian. i’m fine.” you put emphasis on your words.

“you’re not a good liar.” he stated.

“like you even care.” you scoffed, turning on your heel and walking away. you found semblance in the school library, in the back of the room where you doubted anyone would go looking for you in.

with the silence of the room suddenly hitting you, your guard was up and your eyes were relentlessly looking around.

you probably looked angry. if anyone were to look at you, they’d probably think you were pissed off. were you? yeah, probably. why were you mad? you had no clue.

inhaling carefully, you felt your body begin to unwind, your heart rate slowly slowed.

guilt and regret flooded your system. you could then remember the way you’d treated Damian.

he was truthfully your only friend, he hadn’t deserved that.

i’m sorry, you sent the message. i didn’t mean to be so rude, you sent afterwards. he read the messages almost instantly.

it’s fine, not ur fault, he sent back.

sleepover at mine? you asked him, gathering yourself again before making your way to your next class. he agreed, and the day went on swimmingly.

the sleepover was practically the same, nothing bad happened, and it was easier to talk about it with him.

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LABYRINTH - gr63

pairing . . . george russell x fem!reader summary . . . you never actually meant to wish your bother away, but if you wanted him back, you'd have to travel to the goblin king's castle and retrieve him. But maybe you don't go back, maybe the goblin king entices you, and you have to make a decision. warnings . . . literally a labyrinth!au because I watched the movie last night and I watch it consistently every summer, other than that, nothing else. notes . . . i don't remember where this idea came from, I just had the idea of it and decided to make it. also, this is only part 1!! be patient for any other parts. <3

━━━━━━━ YOU HELD YOUR crying younger brother; he was relentless as you pleaded with him to stop. Unbeknownst to you, after you had started your spiel about the goblin king taking him away, you were under watch. Goblins sat around the room in the cover of darkness as you finally laid Toby to rest.

"I wish the goblins would take you away, right now." You spat, flipping off the light and walking away into your room. You paused mere seconds later, silence filled the hall and your father and stepmother's room. Unusual.

The room was the same as before, Toby's crib sat in the middle of the carpet, close to your stepmother's side of the bed. Reaching into the crib whilst expecting the worst, your nightmare came true - Toby was missing.

Suddenly, a flash of lighting elicited an owl to bang against the window of the room you were in. Snarls and weird noises filled the silent air, it left you scared and spinning around in horror. Once the owl broke open the window, it became he.

"You're him, right? You're the Goblin King." Your eyes widened; he stood in all his glory before you. He was different than you expected, a slightly scrawnier man with light blue eyes and fluffy (albeit messy,) brown hair. He was gorgeous.

"I want my brother back, please." You pleaded with him once you regained your composure. Staring into his eyes was hard, seeing as he was more beautiful than you could've ever imagined.

"What's said is said." He had a British accent as he spoke, staring you down from where he stood on the windowsill of your father and stepmothers bay window.

"But I didn't mean it!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes. Had George not been the Goblin King who was madly in love with you, after years of watching you, he would've taken pity and returned Toby. How was he supposed to convince you to be his Goblin Queen if you could leave with your brother and be okay with it?

"Oh, you didn't?" He grinned as you stood motionlessly. He was rather intimidating.

"Where is he?" You pleaded with him, trying to drag the answer from his gorgeous lips - why were you staring at his lips?

"You know that very well." He spoke effortlessly, as if he'd done this thousands of times before. He hadn't, but he had dreamt of this moment with you.

"Please, bring him back." A tear slipped from your eye, and George had fought everything in himself to reach forwards and wipe the tear from your face. He had a plan to conduct, making any mistake would be costly.

"Go back to your room, play with your toys and costumes. Forget about the baby." He stepped even slightly closer to you, but you hadn't noticed. Distraught raced over you, Toby could be in danger!

"I cannot." You sighed. It was a quiet understanding you had reached as he spoke; you needed your brother back and you needed him back now.

"I've brought you a gift." George grinned slightly, this was going well, and he knew that. It would lead to an ultimatum you would make in the end, but you didn't know that this was all nearly scripted. You were playing right into his trap.

"What is it?" You were interested, your eyes sparkling with some sort of wonder.

"It is a crystal, nothing more. But, if you turn it this way," he rolled it in his hands again and again, "and look into it, it will show you your dreams. But this is no gift for a girl who takes care of a screaming baby." he was still messing around with the crystal ball, moving it around in a near hypnotizing way.

"Do you want it?" He asked her, she sheepishly nodded, "Then forget the baby." He added. You, however, were stubborn. Toby was still your brother, and you still needed him back.

"I cannot." You sighed, "I do appreciate what you're trying to do for me, but I want my brother back." your eyebrows furrowed instantly, thinking about what he might be going through. "He must be so scared." you worried aloud. George watched, a small grin formulating along his lips.

"Do not defy me, you are no match for me." He stepped forwards, but you stood your ground.

"But I must have my brother back." You felt another tear leave your eye. This time, George was close enough to wipe it off, an intimate gesture that left you flustered and weak in the knees. You shook off the feeling, scolding yourself instantly.

"He's there, in my castle. Do you still want to look for him?" George pointed through the window. The landscape changed instantly, switching from the rainy darkness that once was, to a barren wasteland esque area, filled with an intricate design of twists and turns - the labyrinth.

"Is that the castle beyond the Goblin City?" Your voice shook slightly as you stepped up to the platform, George was not far behind you.

"Turn back, dove." The small nickname sent an unwanted rush of butterflies through your stomach, and you kept your face forwards. "Turn back before it is too late." He added, acting as if he had not just called you an intimate name.

"I cannot. Do you not understand?" You felt like breaking down and sobbing. How selfish of you to say that, to say that and get Toby - oh, the poor baby! He must be horrified! - sent away to a place both of you were unfamiliar with.

"What a pity." George was grinning.

"It doesn't look that far." You noted, scanning the area before you.

"It's further than you think, and time is short. You have thirteen hours to solve the labyrinth before your baby brother becomes one of us forever." His voiced echoed out a "such a pity" before fading out into the distance.

"It doesn't look that hard, c'mon feet." And you were off on the worst mistake of your life, you should have stayed home and accepted defeat, you could've run away and changed everything about you, but you got yourself into this mess, which means you'll have to get yourself out.

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is this too niche I feel like no one really knows this movie anymore

rip David Bowie though </3

Can you write a Damian fic when the reader gets close to one of his brothers preferably Jason?

NUMBER ONE

pairings — damian wayne — al ghul x reader

warnings — not much maybe a little cursing

summary — Damian didn’t like how close you were with Jason, and he had no problem making Jason know how he felt about that.

notes — this isn’t the best so i probably messed up the request so im sorry about that 😞

━━━━━━━ DAMIAN KNEW THERE WASNT anything serious between you and Jason. he had no problem admitting that you guys were friends and liked to hang out. he wasn’t particularly keen on befriending his older brother, but could manage his presence for you.

it had started when Jason picked you up from school, Damian had cashed out on a favor from the older guy because Bruce needed him somewhere when your classes ended.

of course, that wouldn’t be the only time Jason had to pick you up for Damian. Jason honestly had no problem picking you up, since it put him on better terms with the younger boy.

after all, Jason was far too old for you, and since you were with Damian, Jason had no problem befriending you and enjoying time together as friends. if anything, you saw him as more of a fun uncle than your boyfriends brother.

but, you still reminded yourself that that was your boyfriends brother, not your “fun uncle”, and you were fine with setting reasonable boundaries.

“you okay, Damian?” you walked over to where he had been laying in his bed. he had a sour look spread across his face as he stared into his ceiling like it was never ending.

“do you like Jason more than me?” Damian asked suddenly, his eyes remaining glued on his ceiling. you grinned, he couldn’t see you, and grabbed one of his hands that sat on his chest, holding it in your own.

“no, of course not. he’s like a weird uncle, and he isn’t my boyfriend, is he?” you poked at his softly with your other hand, kissing the expanse of his hand softly. he finally looked away from the ceiling, meeting your gaze.

“no, he isn’t.” Damian sighed, sitting up.

“either way, i have boundaries set with him. do you want me to spend less time him?”

“no, no.” Damian sighed, leaning against you. you smiled again, kissing the crown of his head.

on occasion, other than the times that Jason picked you up and dropped you off, you would spend time playing video games or just simply hanging out with him.

you understood that Damian did not like Jason whatsoever, so the only times you hung out with the older guy one on one was whenever you were waiting for Damian.

“were you jealous?” you asked, a small grin formulating on your face. Damian brought his head back up and softly glared, shaking his head. “you totally were.” you laughed. he lightly pushed your shoulder, smiling now.

“i wasn’t jealous of Todd.” Damian pretended to be upset, but you knew it was all a lie.

you dropped it after that, spending the rest of your time with your boyfriend.

the next day, while getting ready for school, Damian sent you a message. won’t be able to pick you up today, Todd will. you replied with a short yet sweet message before finishing getting ready and going to school.

the day passed by in a breeze, nothing interesting had happened (you expected it, your school had always been boring), and you just missed your boyfriend.

walking out of the building, you easily found Jason’s car, opening the passenger side and sitting down.

“what’s up, kid?” Jason held his fist out for a fist bump, you tapped your fist against his, grinning tiredly.

“just tired. how longs Damian gonna be gone?” you asked, attempting to keep the conversation civil and short — you hardly had enough social energy left.

“not too long. just gonna sleep when we get back?” Jason pulled away from the school and drove faster than most others would, but drove safely regardless.

Damian would have his head if Jason put you in any danger.

“yeah, probably.” you confirmed, letting out a yawn.

the rest of the drive, the two of you had fun. Jason was able to make you laugh until your stomach hurt and you were crying.

either way, you were still exhausted when Jason parked outside the house. greeting Alfred and waving at anyone else, you were able to find Damian’s room and fall asleep instantaneously.

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MASTERLIST!

FORMULA 1

mv1 - made for lovin’ you baby

ls2 - nothing yet . . !

dr3 - nothing yet . . !

ln4 - nothing yet . . !

pg10 - nothing yet . . !

fa14 - nothing yet . . !

cl16 - nothing yet . . !

ls18 - nothing yet . . !

yt22 - soft

aa23 - nothing yet . . !

zg24 - nothing yet . . !

eo31 - nothing yet . . !

ob38 - nothing yet . . !

lh44 - nothing yet . . !

cs55 - nothing yet . . !

gr63 - labyrinth ( part one )

- labyrinth ( part two )

op81 - matching bracelets

MOVIES

donnie darko - doll

- baby

- relax!

dazed and confused - nothing yet . . !

it 2017 - nothing yet . . !

gran turismo - nothing yet . . !

batman begins - nothing yet . . !

evil dead rise - nothing yet . . !

the lost boys - nothing yet . . !

the conjuring - nothing yet . . !

the amazing spider-man (or spider-man overall) - nothing yet . . !

scott pilgrim vs. the world - nothing yet . . !

dinner in america

- are you flirting?

SHOWS

brooklyn nine-nine - nothing yet . . !

avatar the last airbender - nothing yet . . !

the walking dead - nothing yet . . !

the umbrella academy - nothing yet . . !

chilling adventures of sabrina - nothing yet . . !

a series of unfortunate events - nothing yet . . !

titans - nothing yet . . !

pen15 - nothing yet . . !

MISCELLANEOUS

dc universe - father of the year.

- defiance.

- mornin’ ( just jason )

- like like! ( just damian )

- you have kids? ( just damian )

- late nights ( just dick )

- number one ( just damian )

- safe haven ( just jason )

- summer’s over ( damian and jonathan )

anything else requested will either get their own part or will be placed down here! - nothing yet . . !

SAFE HAVEN

pairings — jason todd x reader

warnings — mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of yeowch, swearing, this was cams ( @harleyyquinnsgf ) idea so this is a dangerous game we play

summary — you would always be Jason’s safe haven; the only person he would ever let help him when he’s hurt would be you. that’s why he goes straight to you for help of any kind.

notes — like i said bruh cam gave me this idea bc i was a little lost on what to do

━━━━━━━ YOU’VE KNOWN JASON FOR YEARS at this point, befriending him in your earliest high school years. it was a pretty unusual friendship, Jason and his tendencies to get into trouble, and your picture perfect student record.

they do say opposites attract.

maybe that’s what made you and Jason begin a steady dating life as soon as you were both done with any studying. well, you attended online college and he continues with his Red Hood side gig.

you could hear the sound of your windowsill opening, and Jason sliding through it. nothing clattered to the floor - Jason had a designated window he would slide in from whenever he finished patrol.

you didn’t like it, but he liked it, so you endured it. it reminded you of before you guys got together, when he would still enter your family’s house to get inside and see you.

“did i ever tell you,” you were leaning against the doorframe, watching him remove his helmet, “how much this reminds me of when we were teenagers, and you always ran to me for help with your injuries?” you walked forwards, embracing him in a warm hug.

“no, but we could do a blast from the past and you could patch me up.” he gave you a weak grin, motioning to the gap in his leg.

“jeez, Jason.” you sighed, leading him into your guys’s shared room. you had him sit in the side of the table, your face flushing as he sat down after removing his costume. uniform? you forgot what Jason called it.

“you should see the other guys, then.” Jason muttered.

you began to work carefully, removing the dried blood. Jason watched you intently. you could feel his eyes burning into you as you continued to wipe away the blood from his wound.

“i bet you fucked them up, Jay.” you smiled, throwing away another paper towel, grabbing a new one. you doused it immediately in saline solution, doing the last passover of his wound with care.

“anyone else show up?” you hummed.

“no,” he mumbled, “Dick wanted to, but something happened that he needed to deal with. i told him he could come over and hangout soon.” he was still watching you, admiring the care you carried for him.

“well, he’s welcome whenever. was it just him patrolling?” throwing away the other paper towel, you reached for the gauze and medical tape you kept on standby for this exact reason - Jason.

“yeah. Damian’s patrolling tomorrow with Tim, which is destined to be a shit show. Tim’s only going because i’m staying in tomorrow.” he hummed, moving to make the dressing of the wound easier.

you responded to his movement with a small ‘careful’.

“staying in? what for?” you ripped the top of the gauze pads packaging off.

“you’re always telling me to take a break.” he muttered softly, his arms crossing over his chest.

“you’re finally taking my advice into your vigilante lifestyle? never thought i’d see the day.” you teased.

“and i’m regretting it already.” he joked.

you smiled up at him, wrapping the tape around the previously places gauze. Jason eyed the movements, how careful you were, and how lucky he was.

“movie night? i’ve been wanting to watch something new. we could try a romcom?” you suggested.

“i am not watching a romcom.”

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Prompt: Bruce is out on a mission, but tim needs an adult for parent/teacher conference. No one is available except Jason.

FATHER OF THE YEAR.

━━━━━━━━ WHEN TIM originally gave out the idea of Jason filling in as Bruce as a father, it was because they couldn't find Bruce anywhere - typical. Jason said, as long as Bruce wasn't home before the conferences, Jason would go.

"You have to be kidding me." Jason grumbled, taking the tamer clothing out of his younger brothers' hands and dramatically stomping over to the bathroom and changing.

Dick couldn't go, he was training (never mess with Dick when he's training). Damian couldn't go because... well... he's a child. Jason was the only option, but Tim grinned and shook his head whenever Jason asked if Tim asked Alfred.

Jason, wearing a plain pair of jeans, a plain knit sweater, and found a clean pair of Nike Air Force 1s sitting outside the bathroom door. He looked basic but could pass as someone nicer than he looked when he wore all his tactical and especially hand-crafted denim and leather outfit.

Jason faced Tim once more, glaring at his younger brother.

"You fucking owe me, you asshole." Jason snarled - he could've been nicer, but how would you have liked to fill in as a father and be forced to wear the most basic articles of clothing ever? Tim grinned as he snapped a few photos on his phone, dodging Jasons harsh swings towards the diligent boy.

Tim safely shoved his phone into his pocket, mediating the ongoing duel between him and his older brother, before the two settled on taking Dick's fancy Porsche to the conferences. Dick hated when people touched his car, but that's what made it all worth it.

On the way, Tim attempted to overtake the aux, but a recent incident sent Jason scrambling to shove away the teenager from the empty cord.

"You're still not over that? That was weeks ago!" Tim's face flushed red, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. Jason sent Tim a glare, which almost effectively shut him up.

"Not enough weeks ago, Timmy. You don't get aux privileges for a while, little bro." Jason teased, subsequently shutting Tim up until they reached Gotham prep.

At the nostalgic school, Jason knew they wouldn't know him and know he wasn't actually Tim's father, but that didn't mean Jason wasn't nervous. At Tims school, one conference a year was mandatory, and usually Bruce freed up the time to go at Tims other schools, but this year was clearly different.

"Ah! Mr. Tim Wayne. You must be his father, Mr. Wayne." The teacher was new and didn't know that Jason was far from his father. Tim let the lie slip easily from his lips, and the two found themselves sitting across from Tims AP World History teacher.

It was awkward before the teacher began discussing Tims grades, and Jason grinned as he listened. He could publicly shame his brother while he posed as the teenager's father. Jason, feeling a power trip overtake him, grinned as he turned to Tim, his face flashing into a mock look of concern.

"Timmy, you should be focusing on his grades. Should the teacher be ensuring harder homework?" Jason turned to the teacher with a fake look plastered across his face. Tim turned to a look of slight anger and slight surprise - he couldn't be seriously doing this, right? "Are you not being pushed hard enough, Tim?" Jason grinned wickedly while staring at his brother.

This was payback for today; Jason was getting Tim back for what he'd done, making him pretend for the day. Tim was furious after they organized more and more difficult work for Tim, the two walking out of the room wishing the teacher a farewell.

"You're such a dick, Jason." Tim snarled, shoving the older boy softly.

"You did this to yourself, little bro." Jason grinned triumphantly, sauntering into his math teacher's room. Greeting the old man that taught Tim (and probably 37 generations prior), the conversation didn't open the allowance for any possible bargain of more homework, but after learning what he did, Jason was still on cloud 9 with all this information.

Tim was on the 9th level of Hell, in his eyes. This had been a disaster, inviting Jason to be a responsible adult landed him with almost all classes promising to be harsher on Tim and give him harder work.

To say the teenager was pissed off, was the farthest from the truth. Tim was beyond any grasp of pure anger floating over him. He went on to ignore Jason, but couldn't anymore when Jason took him out for ice cream.

"I'm never asking you to do that again." Tim frowned, eating away at his ice cream cone. The sweet vanilla flavor filled up his airway, making him eat more and more.

"We both learned our lesson today, didn't we?" Jason relished in todays events, leaning his head back as he grinned. Tim had a look of confusion as his head swiveled to stare at his older brother.

"Both of us?" Tim opened the floor for explanation, waiting for a response from his brother. Jason turned to Tim, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he kept letting bursts of laughter flow from his lips.

"You learned to never rely on me for conferences, and I learned how sweet vengeance is." Jason smirked, finishing his ice cream and beginning the drive back to their house.

BONUS!! :

━━━━━━━━ TIM WALKED PAST Damians room, but the boys voice stopped him in his tracks. "How was Todd at being an actual adult?" He didn't even look up from his phone as he asked the question.

Tim stopped in his tracks, facing the younger boy.

"Never count on Jason to be an adult, but at least he bought me ice cream." Tim grinned. He was tired, so as soon as he had made it back to his bedroom, he was knocked out on his bed in an instant.

And he was a damn good brother, was Tim's final thought, before sleep consumed his every thought, and he wouldn't ever bother to tell anyone he thought that about his own brother.

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also, this is my first request and im so nervous to post this

and its almost 3 am on a school night yikes

SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES!!!

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