Heyy, Can You Write One Imagine Fluff About Damian Wayne, Where He Is Clingy With Reader

Heyy, can you write one imagine fluff about Damian Wayne, where he is clingy with reader

Damian Wayne x Reader: Rough week.

Words: 1108

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Warnings: There are mentions of blood and bleeding out but very few. It's mainly just fluff.

Edited?: Not yet, sorry.

Summary: Damian has a rough day both at school and during the patrols. He finds himself more exhausted than ever, and he gives up and goes to Y/N's house in order to feel real again, to rest.

Author's note: Thanks for requesting, anon!Hope you like it <3 Damian is the cutest thing ever, if you ignore his tsundure ways. In here Damian is 17 and Y/N is too. They are in an established relationship. Feedback is appreciated! Keep requesting!

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The wind ruffled up Damian's hair as he stood still on the rooftop. His eyes were exhaustively watching the town under him, the traffic lights not quite confusing his trained sight, ready to jump into action. His body was tensed and it hurt more than it usually did. Those idiotic thiefs had some good left hooks, but of course he was trained to bare with worst pains. Then why did he feel so tired?

That morning had been pretty rough. School wasn't a place where Damian felt completely comfortable. Academically speaking, he did feel safe and, to be honest, superior to others. But not having many friends was still rough, after all he was just a seventeen year old kid. He was sure, no, he knew everything would be easier if Y/N went to his school. But he also knew you couldn't attend to such a school, not even in a million years. You weren't exactly a wealthy philanthropist like he was.

Why did destiny give him the chance to meet you, he would never know. Damian just knew he had entered the animal shelter and you were behind the counter, with a kind smile he liked from the very beginning. It had took some time, a lot of time if we're being real here, but Damian started to like you, more and more, losing his precious self-control. Asking you on a date had been pretty awkward for both of you, but the date went great. And now, you had been dating for almost a year now.

You had found out about his secret identity as Robin pretty quickly. Damian couldn't decided if he was amazed by you being so perceptive and intelligent, or if he was mad. Thing is, Damian blindly trusted you, and so did you.

As he thought of you, his chest was filled with a warm feeling he always had whenever you were around. His tired eyes opened a bit more and he realized you made him calm. Maybe that was what he needed. To see you, to have you around.

The patrol was over, anyway. He just didn't want to go home because he knew Tim was staying that night at the Manor. Instead of continuing to stand still on the rooftop of that building, he made his way through Gotham City's rooftops and alleys, knowing by heart how to get to you place from every place in the city.

You were laying on your bed, earbuds in as you read the book Damian had lend you some weeks ago. Because of exams at school, you hadn't been able to read it, even though it was a really good book.

It took more than two knocks on the window to get you to look over at the window and see your boyfriend on his uniform, outside.

You rushed to walk over to the window and open it for him to enter into the bedroom, helping him out as you held a hand out for him to grab. You closed the window right after he had gotten in.

"Hey," you smiled kindly once you had turned around to look at him.

"Good night, beloved" Damian smile back, gently taking your hand and caressing it. He was always so gentle to you you'd get goosebumps "Staying?" You walked over to the door to lock it, after you had checked he wasn't stained in blood or anything that would cause mysterious stains in your sheets.

Damian nodded shortly, taking off the mask that covered his emerald green eyes, and keeping it in one of his belt's multitask, big pockets "For a bit. If it is okay with you"

You nodded back, letting him knew you had no problem with it. You looked for the last time at him, checking he wasn't hurt. Damian's visits on his uniform were always sudden and unexpected, and it wouldn't be the first time he had appeared on your floor, bleeding knuckles, or just bleeding out but with that charming and a bit annoying smile on his face. Then, after you were happy with knowing he had no visible wounds and considering he had no pain expression in his face, you sat on your bed and continued reading.

Damian took of his big, heavy boots before crawling up to the bed, slowly moving until he reached you. He took the book out of your hands, and before you could complain, he layed on top of you, or at least half of his body on top of yours and his head buried on the pillow next to your head. Then, he gave you your book back.

"Everything okay, Dami?" You muttered, closing the book with one hand and directing the other to the boy's hair.

You felt an arm move to your waist and being surrounded by it, on a somewhat tight grip that pretended to be a hug, which made you smile. He moved his head to the left, in order to look at you "I'm tired"

"Just that?" You watched as the boy nodded with his head. His grip on your waist didn't grow loose "You could use some sleep"

"I'll sleep later" he said, still looking at you. The way Damian stared at you was as loving and as gentle as the way he held you close to him.

A tiny smile grew on your face "You could use some cuddles, then"

"I don't cuddle" stated Damian, but his heart raced to the possibility of cuddling.

"Sure you don't"

You leaned in to kiss his lips shortly, breaking apart sooner than what he expected him, making Damian pout. You could have laughed, but instead chose to continue gently massaging his scalp, and to slowly run your hand up and down his back. If he would have been a cat, he would have purred. Instead, as a human, Damian just leaned in to get more cuddles, kissing lightly your clothed covered shoulder. He kept holding onto your waist, secretly begging for you to not stop those cuddles that made him feel calm and less tired. Without stopping the cuddles, you kissed his lips again, this time longer, allowing him to kiss you back as softly as you kissed him, until his head fell out of fatigue into your chest.

Neither of you noticed the moment he fell sleep because of the exhaustion he had been exposed to throughout his week, mainly because you fell sleep almost right after he did, you head against his, and his arm still wrapped around your waist, heart beats finding each other's as your chests pressed together. Everything was calm and sweet, and that was all that mattered.

FANDOMS !!

hi, hello!! here will be listed the fandoms i'm into by alphabetical number. i think I'm not forgetting anyone but this post will be continually updated for i enter a lot of fandoms every month i guess.

under the fandoms marked with a dot [ • ] will be listed the characters i write for. the ones marked like this [ example ] are problematic character i've written about and most likely won't keep writing about. also do have in mind i'm talking about characters here, not the actors/actress that portray them. all being said, here we go!

last updated: 27/03/23

- Alice in Borderland  • ( chishiya shuntaro, kuina hikari, ginji kyuma )

- Agents of Shield.

- Beetlejuice: The Musical.

- DC Comics.  • ( damian wayne, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, roy harper, gar logan, wally west. )

- Dead Poets Society.  • ( charlie dalton )

- Derry Girls

- Deadly Class.  • ( marcus lópez argüello )

- Dear Evan Hansen.  • ( connor murphy )

- Diary of a Wimpy Kid. ( rodrick heffley )

- Friends.  • ( chandler bing, joey tribbiani )

- Grease.  • ( kenickie murdoch )

- Hamilton: The Musical.

- Harry Potter: see Wizarding World. 

- Heathers.

- IT.

- Marve / X-Men.  • ( peter parker, harry osborn, alex summers )

- Miraculous Ladybug.

- Modern Family.

- Monster High.

- Moulin Rougue. • ( christian )

- Outer Banks.  • ( jj maybank, rafe cameron, topper thornton )

- Panic.  • ( dodge mason)

- Percy Jackson.

- Powerpuff Girls ( & Rowdyruff )  • ( both the powerpuff and the rowdyruff tbh )

- Riverdale.  • ( fp jones )

- Rumble Fish.  • ( rusty james)

- Scream.  • ( billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane )

- Six.

- Supernatural.  • ( dean winchester, sam winchester. ONLY FROM SEASON 1 TO SEASON 7, AND ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSES )

- Stand By Me.  • ( chris chambers )

- Star Wars.  • ( anakin skywalker, luke skywalker, han solo, poe dameron )

- Stranger Things.  • ( steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson )

- Tomb Raider.

- The Breakfast Club.

- The Folk of the Air.  • ( cardan greenbriar )

- The Hobbit.  • ( legolas, kili )

- The Hunger Games.  • ( finnick odair, peeta mellark )

- The Lord of the Rings.  • ( aragorn, legolas)

- The Office.  • ( jim halpert )

- The Outsiders.  • ( dallas winston, sodapop curtis, curly sheppard, two-bit matthews )

- The Society.

- The 100.

- Uncharted.

- Wednesday.  • ( xavier thorpe, wednesday addams, bianca barclay, tyler galpin, ajax petropolus )

- Winx.

- Wizarding World.  • ( sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, regulus black, peter pettigrew, george weasley, draco malfoy, james sirius potter, teddy lupin )

- West Side Story.  • ( balkan, riff )

here you have my fandoms & who i write for. so far i've only gotten dodge request, i'm starting to write them now! not that i complain, dodge deserves more content.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

c'mon, send that question. hit that anon if you're shy.

my favorite thing about dodge mason is that it's canon he has no social media AND THAT'S MIKE MIRRORING HIMSELF ON DODGE.

Could you possibly write a fic where Dodge is somehow put in a vulnerable state or situation? You’re a wonderful writer, I’m excited to see where this could go.

Dodge Mason x Original Character: I'm not sick.

Words: 1452

Reader pronouns: not stated

Summary: Basically, Dodge gets sick.

Author's note: Thank you for requesting! And it's so kind of you to tell me that, I love you <3. I received this request while I was finishing Told you there was not much to see. I thought of answering the request with it but since it included such a triggering topic, I decided not to. It took me some time deciding in which "vulnerable" position I wanted to put Dodge in. Putting him in danger broke my heart so I went for the 'being sick' cliche. I don't know if that's the vulnerable that you expected, but is certainly the one you're getting, and I don't regret it one bit! Also reader and Dodge are in a established relationship. Criticism is appreciated, requests are open!!

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It had been pretty weird waking up to no texts from Dodge, he always made sure to leave some messages for you every morning, even if you were already awake. But still, you had just thought he was busy, maybe riding a horse somewhere or working on early hours at Dot's. However, when you had received that text message from Dayna saying Dodge was sick, everything made a lot more sense. She wasn't asking you to come and take care of your boyfriend, but you decided to do so because you really didn't have anything better to do. 

You pulled over and walked out of the car after you had made sure your phone was with you. The Mason's house was waiting for you from across the street, hidden behind the trees and the metallic fence. Hidden, exactly like the Masons were at first in that little town. Being invisible, and ignored. 

Both the fence and the front door were not locked, still you knocked on the latest to make sure they knew you were there. You were closing the front door behind you when Dayna came from the kitchen, smiling a bit when she saw it was you. 

Dayna was the reason why you met Dodge. I mean, yes, the boy went to your school, but that didn't mean you two talked. You had met Dayna when delivering some food order from your mother's restaurant, and you had gradually become friends to the point you would spend the night at the house, as a sleepover. Dodge found himself falling for his sister's friend before he could notice. He had asked you out on a date, you had said yes... The rest was History. 

"Sick boy is upstairs," Dayna chuckled before you could even open your mouth to greet her. You smiled at her ", be careful, though, he gets pretty annoying when he's sick" 

"I think I can handle him," you said, still smiling gently. You tried to look over at the kitchen, but the hallway and its walls didn't allow you to see anything "Is your mom home?" 

Dayna shook her head "No. Uh, but before you go upstairs, give him this," the girl turned around in her wheelchair and went to the kitchen. You followed her, watching then how she took the tea she had been preparing, putting it into a nice, unbreakable plastic cup and gave it to you "He needs to take this" 

"I'll make sure he does," you assured, taking the warm cup in your hands. Dayna smiled at you "Thanks, Y/N" 

You nodded with your head, still not turning around "Is he contagious?" 

"I don't think so. His body is just drained and he has a sore throat" 

Without further ado, you turned around after nodding again and went upstairs. You walked in the darkness of the hall upstairs without the need to switch the light on, you had those walls and that floor memorized from spending so much time there. It could be said that house was your second home. After all, it was a nice place, after you had been able to win the trust of the three people living there - and, believe me, it hadn't been easy. 

Dodge's bedroom was the one down the hall. The door wasn't completely closed, like an invitation from you to enter into the even darker bedroom. Dodge was probably pretty sick if he had to keep his lights off, or that's what you thought as you entered slowly. 

"Dodge, babe?" You asked softly, wondering if he was awake. 

You stayed by the door, not completely confident to move through the bedroom with no lights, and waiting for you eyes to adjust to the darkness. Maybe there was something on the floor you could trip with, even though Dodge usually kept his room pretty tidy. Or at least tidier than yours. 

The noises of a body brushing against the sheets of the bed revealed Dodge was in fact awake, as he tried to gather the strength he needed to lift himself up. Your eyes recognized his silhouette. 

"Hey," his voice didn't sound completely off, but it betrayed him. That wasn't a voice someone sane would have. 

"How are you feeling, babe?" You moved as soon as your eyes finally caught sight of the floor behind you, without anything that could make you trip. 

"I'm feeling great," assured Dodge "Why wouldn't I?" 

You chuckled lightly "Well, turns out you're sick?" 

"I'm not sick" 

Slowly, you made your way to his bed and sat down next to him, making sure he was well covered by the sheets. You couldn't quite tell because of the no light situation, but his eyes were tired and brightless, his hair was messy and a bit sweaty, and he didn't move much because his whole body hurt. 

"Here, take this," you searched for his hand so he could hold the still warm cup of tea, but it shook when you tried to give it to him and you had to rush to not let it fall "Okay, I'll hold it" 

"No, I can-" 

You shook your head firmly. He knew he had nothing to do to convince you otherwise. 

Your hand went to the back of his neck to help him hold his head in place, like he was a baby, and he parted his lips as you held the cup near his mouth, allowing him to have a small sip of the tea. You could see, now making out a bit more of his face because of getting used to the dark, how he slightly grimaced. 

"Is it horrible?" 

"I wasn't expecting the honey," Dodge muttered, letting his hand rest on your thigh. He smiled softly "Did Dayna make this?" he watched as you nodded. Then he chuckled, dryly, his throat hurting "She always used to put too much honey" 

"C'mon, take another sip," you waited until he nodded so you could help him again, this time taking a longer sip. 

"My mother used to make us this when our throat hurt," he continued to explain, as he had slowly swallowed "Danya never learnt how much honey she was supposed to put" 

The anecdote made you giggle softly, then made him smile gently, still with that tired expression that being sick brought as well. 

"If your throat hurts you shouldn't talk, babe," you warned him, caressing the hair on his nape. 

"It's getting better, don't worry. I really think I can hold the cup now" 

You poured and reluctantly shook your head "Let me take care of you, Dodge" 

His smile became so warm when he heard those words. He let you help him take some more sips, closing his eyes when he swallowed, because his throat was still a bit sore, and to feel more how your fingers played with the short strands of his hair at his nape. 

"Come cuddle?" He tried after you had put the cup on the bedside little table. Dodge's voice sounded calm and kind, like he was some kid asking with all his charm for candy. How could you say no to him? 

You laid down on the bed next to him, throwing your arms around his waist to keep him close to you. His head rested on your chest as you slowly drew spirals in his arms, swiftly and slowly, hearing your heartbeat. You watched him slightly close his eyes for a longer time, then tried to look up to you, but his eyes remained on your lips. 

"If you get me sick you'll have to take care of me," you said, noticing his intentions. 

He smirked, but his smile was broken by a yawn "Sounds like a great date" 

You chuckled, shaking your head "You're almost falling asleep. Let yourself rest a bit, Dodge. I'll be here whenever you wake up, okay?" 

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked lovingly, his voice full of tenderness, so much that it made you blush. 

"I-" you giggled, looking away. You thanked it was dark in there, so he couldn't see his blush "C'mon, sleep, babe"

He nodded, yawning again and returning his head to your chest, back to hearing your calm heartbeat. You caressed his hair and you tucked him in well, so that the sheets would come to his neck and he wouldn't be cold.

Dodge looked so calm and sweet, so relaxed and vulnerable and… You found yourself smiling for no reason, before you figured out it was because of him. 

"God, I love you," you muttered, still smiling. 

Dodge smiled too, and his hands searched for yours to lock your fingers together, in the sweetest way "I love you too"

Teaser: From my WIP Once upon a time... Dodge Mason x Original Character ( Prologue )

Word count: 1516

Edited?: No

Author's note: Another sneak peak because writer block is a bitch! But this time, Dodge Mason. Mike Faist has me in awe tbh. This is the prologue to my WIP Once Upon a Time, my Panic fanfic. Dodge Mason x Fem!OC dynamic. Tbh Gen is one of the best ocs I've ever made, I should keep writing this. Feedback is appreciated, even though it's a short prologue <3

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ONCE UPON A TIME there was a girl made of rumors. Her name was Genevieve Hayes, but she was known as Gen. Rumors had created a personality out of Gen. A whore, a lesbian, someone miserable. A mistake. Gen learnt to live with those rumors, making them hers, spoiling the fame of some of them and completely rejecting others. But some things weren't just rumors, some where true. Gen was poor. A lot of people was poor in Carp, in greater levels or lesser. And she was sure there was only one way of getting out of that shithole being poor: playing the game.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a stranger with a plan. Dodge Mason was new in town, he had come in the middle of August and he was still a stranger. The new kid. Mysterious, sarcastic and quiet, he had a plan. A perfect plan, except for the mistakes that started to blossom.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a game. A chance for people like Dodge and Gen and others to get some money and escape. Their only way out. That year, their year of playing, the winning price was 50,000 dollars. There is only one winner, but contestants can make alliances. The game is changing, it's becoming more dangerous. But teenagers like the ones in Carp are still willing to play. In Panic there is only one rule: don't panic.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a boy and a girl, with dreams and plans. They would make a great team. The greatest couple. But lies, rumors, danger and the game have a lot of weight.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a girl, a boy, a game and only one way out.