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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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hey! so glad to see new writers on here!!

do you mind writing something for donnie darko? fluff, angst, whatever you decide :)

YES OMG THANK YOUUUU

DOLL - donnie darko.

fluff all around guys GENDER NEUTRAL READER

━━━━━━━━ DONNIE DARKO had been a quiet guy in (name)'s eyes. They'd never particularly heard him speak, but he'd also never really heard them speak. When (name) entered his English class one tuesday afternoon, Donnie was enticed by them.

Their enigma floated through the school, and before they'd made friends, (name) had a reputation. They were oblivious to this, but that didn't mean Donnie was. He'd heard kids say that (name) had been expelled for a fight that sent a kid to the hospital at their old school.

He believed heavily it was a lie. (name), his (name) wasn't capable of that - thats why he was determined to weasle his way into their life.

It started three weeks later, nearing the middle of their school year, Donnie had manifested their partnership through a school project. It didn't take him long to realize how odd he was being, but somehting inside of him found it to be normal - in his eyes, it was okay.

If it meant he was getting closer to (name), he believed it to be okay.

The first day of the project, Donnie had invited (name) over, letting them into his private space - his bedroom. Not a lot of his friends got to see his room, but as he watched their eyes float through his room, he was okay with them in here.

By the time they'd had their second day for their project, Donnie found his obsession fading into a genuine crush. How would they react to his problems? Would they run away screaming when he told them about Frank?

(name) wasn't like that when he told them, they understood him, and they never dared to poke and prod at the fact that something was wrong with him. They treated Donnie normally, and he was genuinely head over heels for them.

They’d adjusted to this newfound friendship within days, considering how close (name) and Donnie were able to get within days. The new duo had easily passed their project, being the only two to do so. However, they found themselves hanging out more and more after school.

After some time, the time for (name) to sleepover at the Darko household came. Donnie warned them not to be alarmed when he wasn’t in the bed beside them, and they understood - nodding instantly. They’d still worry about him, but they wouldn’t necessarily be so worried they’d call the police.

One night, before he disappeared, he found himself holding (name). They’d fallen asleep like that, their head resting half on his arm and half on his pillow, hand holding his arm that wrapped around their waist.

He’d found himself awake after a while, in the middle of the golf course. Soon enough, he’d made it home, and trudged along to hide away in (name)s arms. They were still asleep by time he collapsed atop them, burying himself into the crook of their neck, arms wrapping securely around them.

“You okay, Donnie?” (name) sleepily asked, running their hand through his hair. That soothed him further, soon (name) found themself with a sleeping Donnie in their arm. They really had no problem with it, soon adjusted and fast asleep themself.

It was a common occurrence for nights to end this way. Neither really cared about the obscurities of what they considered “friendship”, so they continued to do as they did.

(name) also had a quirk where they were mostly understanding, caring, and loving when it came to fights, the two worked through each problem bit by bit, and they eventually had a smooth friendship.

On this particular night, Donnie lay across (name)s chest, breathing in their cologne/perfume. He was calm, his mind was quiet, and their hands floated through his hair, down his back, expanding across his shoulders, and ending back in his hair.

He was calm, holding her so tightly it was almost insane. This was his comfort, his home, his domains. No one could take this away from him, no one could take away his (name).

They didn’t mind it either, and they felt their heart begin to ache for him through long periods of time where they didn’t talk and hangout every millisecond of the day.

Deciding then and now, they’d get closer with Donnie, and maybe eventually fall in love. Donnie wasn’t opposed either, he was already head over heels for his best friend.

“Hey, I’m Marcus.” he was the fancy new kid, a phony accent to mask his boring interior and personality. Marcus had fallen in love with (name) upon first sight, which bothered both (name), and Donnie.

Donnie hated Marcus. He made it known all the time, but (name) pulled the same antics, melting into Donnie’s arms, chest, lap, anything, whenever Marcus was nearby.

“That guy you’re always with,” (name) was getting lunch, sliding her tray across the metal tubes that formed a sort of resting sill, “are you two dating?” he finished his question, accepting the apple from the lunch lady.

“Yeah, wasn’t it obvious?” (name) snickered, lying straight to his face. What they hated was how real their statement sounded - were they really really into Donnie?

They were. They absolutely were. Nothing could be done about it, is what every one of their friends thought before they’d finally asked each other out. They thought about their friends one night while basking in the silence that sat between the two.

They toned down the PDA, but upped it in private areas. Donnie was always a clingy guy, no matter how scary he seemed in real life. But that was their Donnie, and they loved him.

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CECIL JAMES —

ignore how the layout is im secretly on my phone during school

also yall i fucking love clingy guys 😔

please request more i love ur guys’s ideas ugh

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SOFT. — yt22

pairing . . . yuki tsunoda x reader summary . . . after the particularly disappointing Canada Grand Prix, all Yuki needs to come home to is his partner, cooking for him, as well as fully prepared to be his own personal pillow for the week. warnings . . . nothing really! notes . . . guys I literally love Yuki so much :( also, this is pretty short!!

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━━━━━━━ YUKI WASN'T HAPPY with how the Canadian Grand Prix ended, but at least he was on his way home, which was all that mattered. He knew you would be home when he touched down, and he'd be touching down in the evening.

He would drive himself home, but he knew you'd be waiting for him there, his favorite dish cooked for him and a bath ready to be ran for him. You catered to his every need when he got home, ready to drop any and everything for him.

It's not like you really had much to worry about, you worked from home. That also made traveling with your boyfriend much easier, being able to hold your entire job on one laptop.

Yuki was right, as soon as he pulled the front door open, the smell of his favorite dish wafted through the air. He was home, and he was safe. He left his work behind him, on the front doorstep. He was home, he didn't have a facade to live up to anymore.

You still stood in the kitchen, dishing out two plates of food when he walked into the kitchen. You faced him, smiling before setting everything down and walking over to him. Wrapping your arms around him, and feeling his around you after so long, was the most relieving part.

"Are you hungry, Yuki?" Your voice was soft, nothing more than a careful whisper. He tiredly nodded, sitting down across from you at the dining room table. You smiled as he ate, he always loved this part of your guys' tradition.

"Should I run us a bath today or tomorrow?" Your hand reached his, tucking into it from where you sat. Yuki was finishing up his meal, drinking most of the cup of water you'd set out for him.

"Tomorrow. I showered before getting on the plane, I want to sleep." He complained, rubbing at his drowsy eyes. You smiled, taking care of both of your plates. It was a matter for tomorrow to wash them, so you pulled Yuki into your guys' bedroom.

You'd made the bed earlier, the windows were pulled open, sheer curtains waving in the moonlight breeze. Yuki and you changed into pajamas, joining each other under the blankets. It was warmer beneath them, and it was also warmer in his arms. But tonight was about Yuki. So, you gathered his head into your chest, and pushed your fingers through his hair.

As they moved through his hair, they scratched against his scalp, which effectively put him to sleep.

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 . . !

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

LABYRINTH ( ii ) - gr63

pairing . . . george russell x fem!reader summary . . . you never actually meant to wish your brother 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 . . . still the labyrinth!au !! nothing else :) notes . . . this is part 2 of the original post! scroll to the bottom to read part 1 if you havent yet <3 also, like one use of "(name)" in this entire thing

━━━━━━━ THE WALK THROUGH to the labyrinth was the easiest part. You had found that the only easy part was walking to the labyrinth and staring at it. At the edge of the labyrinth, your eyes fell upon a goblin that was turned to a small pool of water.

"Excuse me? Excuse me!" You called out, stepping forwards as the goblin quickly zipped up his pants and turned to you, he was... disturbing, to say the least. But you had to adjust to the faces of the goblins, this was the way Goblin City anyways - or, at least, you hoped.

"Oh," his voice was loud and raspy as he turned to you, "it's you." he sounded displeased, staring at you from where he stood - which was rather taller than you expected. You were taken aback by his rudeness, but shook it off in a second.

"i have to get through this labyrinth. Can you help me?" You asked, watching as he picked some weird contraption up, scanning the air quickly before finding a small flying... fairy? Fairies were real?

"Oh, how sweet." The goblin turned from you, spraying a fairy before counting - "Fifty-seven!" and moving on.

"How could you?" you gasped loudly, rushing towards the fairy and cupping it into your hands, "Poor thing." you cooed, glaring at the goblin a second later.

"You monster!" You accused him, your face morphing into one of anger. A sharp stinging pain shot through your hand - "It bit me!" you cried out, dropping it out of surprise. You began slowly walking after the goblin, cradling your injured hand in your chest.

"What did you expect fairies to do?" The goblin seemed amused, waddling onwards in a line.

"I thought they did nice things, like granting wishes." You thought back to the countless childhood stories, Peter Pan, Cinderella, all of them. Fairytales had painted the creatures as sweet and beautiful things that helped people and did good things, not bite people and be mean.

"That shows what you know, doesn't it?" He snickered, "fifty-eight!" left his lips as he sprayed another fairy. He was an unkind goblin, and it irritated you. You'd been frustrated enough today, George and your brother, your evil stepmother, and your mean father.

"You're horrible." You snarled, your hands dropping to your side. This was pointless, all of it was. You hadn't even gotten into the labyrinth, and you already wanted to turn around, forget Toby, and run away forever.

"No, I'm not. I'm Hoggle." Hoggle finally gave his name, you rolled your eyes without a problem. "Who are you?" He didn't seem like he'd meant it, he seemed like he wasn't even listening to anything you were saying.

"(name)." You answered, folding your arms over your chest and continued after Hoggle.

"Thats what I thought - fifty-nine!" He muttered, spraying the next fairy he saw.

"Do you know where the door is?" You were hopeful he'd finally answer you, but, as you expected, he didn't. He remained impossible to get any straight answer from, and it made you even more upset than before.

"Maybe." He answered.

"Well, where is it?" You hopefully asked again.

He didn't answer you, continuing to walk before being bit by a fairy, he exclaimed a small "Oh, you little..." before spraying it and counting it - it was his sixtieth fairy of the day.

"Where is it?" You were more restless than before, glaring at his back as you continued after him.

"What?" He was clueless.

"The door." You deadpanned, expecting the answer.

"What door?" He responded.

"It's hopeless asking you anything!" You cried out, throwing your hands up and your head back in anguish. You were losing time over this, and if he was to be no help, you would just... forget about Toby.

"Not if you ask the right questions." He continued forwards, the complete opposite of this conversation.

"How do I get into the labyrinth?" you finally asked after letting his response flow through your head a few times.

"Now that's more like it. You get in..." He scanned the wall before pointing, "there." when you grinned and followed where his finger was pointing, he spoke up again - "Are you really going in there?" He asked.

You nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid I have to." you sighed out the ending of your sentence, you didn't want to do this at all. Thankfully, you at least got your answer.

"Cosy, isn't it?" He tried joking, because now he just seemed sorry for you. Why would he be sorry? He didn't know you, and this was all your fault anyways, if you hadn't been so selfish... if you hadn't been so upset.

"Would you go left, or right?" You decided to ask Hoggle, turning to him after scanning both ways you could go through the labyrinth. "They both look the same." you worriedly add, gently folding your hands together over and over again - a nervous habit.

"You will not get very far." Hoggle told you, shaking his head while staring at you. You found yourself rolling your eyes again - Hoggle the pessimist.

"Which way would you go?" You rephrased your question, hoping for a better decision this time around. When would you learn?

"Me? I wouldn't go either way." Hoggle snorted out of humor, making you scoff.

"If you won't help me, just leave." You groaned, shaking your head.

"You take too many things for granted. Take this labyrinth, even if you get to the center, you'll never get out again." Hoggle muttered, shaking his head this time. He was still irritating you incessantly, making you furthermore upset with him and everyone.

"That's your opinion." You groaned, trying not to lose your cool right then and there.

"It's better than yours." Hoggle sassed instantly.

"Thanks for nothing, Hogwart." You rolled your eyes once more before turning down a path and beginning your venture into the labyrinth, time was of the essence.

"It's Hoggle! And don't say I didn't warn you." He muttered, his voice losing its boost as you walked further away, further away from him, further away from safety, and further away from your perfect sanity.

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DEFIANCE

damian wayne x platonic!batfam

warnings — kinda sad!damian, little bit of mean!damian too ( teenagers right ), maybe ooc, maybe i’m projecting it’s okay this is my blog! also Damian’s a skater, and there’s an argument, very disapproving batfam tbh, smoking weed as well!!

category — angst

notes — like i said this could be projecting and it’s kinda short because i need to restart my mind so i can write more 🙁 masterlist!!

━━━━━━━ DAMIAN HELD HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS. was it supposed to be this hard to be a teenager? he’d heard stories of how easy it was supposed to be. what liars they were. they’d never be the same type of teenager as him.

the sinking, aching feeling in his gut exploded even further as Damian flung himself backwards, his body stretched out across his soft bed. Titus was on the floor, lazily biting at a dog bone Damian had gotten a little bit ago.

Damian wishes he was a dog. he wishes he was anything but here, as a teenager. it’s not that he was so deeply upset about it, he just hated it. he was mostly confused, trying to dig deep inside of him and figure out why he was feeling this way.

taking a deep breath, Damian’s eyes wandered to his skateboard, and remembered the short skate it was to the local skatepark. Damian thought it would be hard to get there, rich and famous. the guys that skated there were chill, they gave him a nickname.

he wasn’t Damian, he was Greenie. a tease towards his striking green eyes that stood out most of all.

“hey!” one of the guys — Risky — fist bumped Damian as he entered the skatepark. it was risky being out late at night, but he needed to be. his house was suffocating him and harming, the cold breeze of the night sky was refreshing, and Damian was at peace.

“hey, dude.” Damian greeted the other skaters. it was a soothing night, Damian messed around with his friends, going through the bowl and playing stupid games. after awhile, Damian found himself sitting in a circle with the guys. he’d never smoked before, but he was now.

it would be a new experience, and he was rich enough to supply himself with weed if he liked the experience. Smokey ( after Smokey the Bear ) rolled up a joint, holding it up in front of his face. Damian was slightly nervous, but he’d been face to face with deadly toxins, weed wouldn’t kill him.

as Smokey lit the joint up, Damian stared off to the sky. but eventually, the joint was in his hands. he copied what Smokey did, lifting the filtered bottom to his lips, inhaling deeply and slowly, before holding it in and handing off the joint. almost everyone watched Damian in expectation — they knew he’d cough.

and cough he did, his lungs hurt by time he was done, but he did accept another hit. this time around, it glided through him easier, and he felt the effects.

“how’s your dad gonna feel?” Risky asked, everyone had been chilling while Smokey rolled more. Damian had been paying the entire time, not a single care in the world.

“i don’t care.” Damian shrugged, handing Smokey another $10 bill. Smokey grinned as he slid it in his pocket, lighting up the next joint.

“you sure, Greenie? don’t want you to disappear on us.” Chance asked, passing off the joint to the guy next to him. Damian grinned while shaking his head.

“nah, id sneak out anyways.” Damian softly itched at his tan skin, accepting the joint from Risky’s hands. he brought it to his lips again, inhaling and handing it off. he was in a nirvana like state, relaxed and happy.

“shit, we should probably go.” Smokey pointed out the 12am on his lock screen to the group of skaters. everyone kinda groaned, but all decided to leave. Damian said his goodbyes to everyone, departing back to his house through the quiet streets of Gotham.

he knew one of his brothers were out of patrol, maybe they’d seen him sharing the blunts with his friends. maybe he didn’t care, it could be a moment of attention seeking on his end, the feeling of yearning to get attention from someone.

back at home, Damian knew he stunk of weed. the scent dangling off his baggy rock revivals and his baggy DC shirt. he ignored the stares from everyone, turns out patrol had been cancelled.

“Damian. c’mon back down.” Damian heard his father’s rough voice. the teenager winced slightly, the feeling of dread nearly depleting his high. turning back around, Damian stood at the stairs, staring at his family.

“what’s been going on, Damian?” Dick asked, his arms crossed over his toned chest. Damian’s face grew angry.

“what do y’mean?” Damian deciding acting clueless was the best option, messing around with his grip on his skateboard tucked beneath his arm. Dick shared a look with Jason, then Bruce, then Jason again.

“we’ve noticed you’ve been out more often.” Jason spoke up, the air surrounding everyone was nearly too thick to cut with a knife, threatening to kill the teenager on the stairs.

“so? i hangout with some friends, that’s all.” Damian shrugged, nodding lightly towards his skateboard.

“well…” Bruce was speaking now, attempting to seem taller and more mature than everyone else, “we don’t think your friends are the best influence on you.” he finished his statement, earning an offended glare from Damian.

“what? you think i shouldn’t hangout with them?” Damian was nearly laughing now, thinking it had to be a joke.

“no, we don’t. we don’t think they’re good for you, you’d be better off without them.” Dick sighed.

“so you want me to be some sort of… of socially awkward and distant freak? all you’ve ever done for me is ruin my life.” Damian exploded, “you fired me from being Robin, so i find a hobby, but it isn’t fucking good enough? are you kidding me?” Damian glared, bitter tears forming at his eye lines.

“you’re all assholes. i’m not gonna stop hanging out with them because you dickheads think they’re bad influences. so what? i’m sixteen, stop treating me like i’m fucking three!” he finished his angry rant, storming up the stairs and slamming his door.

his hands hurriedly locked the doorknob, and he slid his dresser in front of the door, securing it shut. sitting on his bed, Damian’s mind wandered.

did his family really hate him? did they not think he should hangout with those kids. it was his dads fault he fired him from the role of robin. it wasn’t his fault he wanted to be a normal teenager.

Damian ripped his shoes off, throwing them into a corner as he slunk into his bathroom, brushing his teeth before flinging himself onto his bed. lying silently, Damian felt himself growing nauseas.

he was scared to face his family tomorrow — they were all assholes in his eyes. he was defiant against them, he never wanted to see them again. he made it clear, shrinking away to nothing in his bed.

BABY

pairings — donnie darko x reader

warnings — babying 👅👅, overusing “baby” and having no regrets, insane bouts of fluff, writer coming back from the dead out of nowhere to cook, also very short no surprise tho

summary — you never thought donnie would want to be babied, but he’s been sick, and will only listen to you

━━━━━━━ “DONNIE, BABY,” you cooed in a slight baby voice. his mom had called you, telling you how donnie was sick and refused to take anything from her, just saying he wanted you.

you couldn’t deny your boyfriend that, stepping into his room five minutes later with water, medicine, and his favorite movie. when donnie looked at you, he looked ready to cry.

“oh, baby.” you softly smiled, setting the medicine, the water, and your bag on the floor. donnie just held his arms out, he didn’t need to say anything.

you knew what he wanted.

sliding into the bed, you pulled donnie’s head onto your chest and began running your hands through his hair. it was soft, and you could feel the tension in his body disappear as you continued.

“you wanna take this medicine and turn on a movie and sleep, baby? you have to take the medicine anyways.” you used a soft tone, rubbing a hand down his face to caress his jaw. he grumbled into your skin, tickling you.

“it’s the drinking stuff, baby.” you were probably overusing the word, but it didn’t matter to you. donnie sat up slightly as you poured the grape flavored medicine into the small cup that had come with the container. donnie slowly took it from you as you prepared his water for him, placing it to his lips as your hand found its way back into his hair.

“there you go, good job baby.” you kissed his lips gently, before letting him lay back down on your chest. he was out like a light eventually, and you stayed in the same spot, running your hands through his hair as he slept, up until you yourself had fallen asleep.

hiii… 😟😟 guys i know it’s been awhile i swear it wasn’t my fault believe me 🙁 anyways i have a few more ideas i wanna put out hopefully — cj <3

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MORNIN’

pairings — jason todd x fem!reader

warnings — mentions of scars (tracing healed ones), talk of marriage, being a normal mundane couple, VERY domestic romance (i crave!!), mentions of having children but nothing actually happening!!

summary — moving from gotham into a more rural and quiet area was the best decision you two had made, because it turned out perfectly.

━━━━━━━ WAKING UP TO YOUR side empty was normal, but still scary, for jason. he knew you were safe, he could smell the breakfast you were cooking downstairs. still, a part of him forced him up. he continued the same routine he’d normally follow now that you’d moved from Gotham together.

your marriage solidified your hopes of leaving Gotham behind. finding the house was the final straw, and Jason jumped at the chance to buy the house. thank god he’d been adopted into a rich family, since neither of you two had to work.

occasionally, you had part time shifts at a bakery in the small town nearby. you loved it, and Jason loved coming in to see you with flowers. the longer you two lived out here, the less people that cared how Jason was related to Bruce Wayne.

your lives had become a very mundane manner, your stomachs filled with a consistent warmth that eased you into the knowledge of safety. Jason no longer kept a gun under his pillow — you agreed to him keeping it in the beside table.

downstairs, Jason met your face in the small soft yellow kitchen. you’d painted over the original white color, in hopes of creating a very fairy-like cottage. it was working out, and you spun around to face your husband.

“hey, Jay.” you extended your arms, gathering him into a soft hug. Jason smiled into your neck, spinning you around. he peppered your face with kisses, muttering a greeting into your body.

“hey baby.” he said.

“y’hungry? i made pancakes.” you motioned your head to the plate on the table. there sat a plate of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruits. Jason felt the warmth bubble, and an indescribable feeling of pure love towards you filled him. he didn’t know how else to explain it, he stared lovingly at you as you plated up your own plate, pouring two cups of coffee and handing one to your husband.

together the two of you fixed up your coffees before walking together to the rocking chairs on your back porch. there sat a small table between the two chairs, and you both set your things down.

you jogged back inside, turning on your guys’s favorite cd — a collection of love songs from the 60s. the familiar Skeeter Davis song flowed from the open windows, setting a calm mood over you two.

you both began drinking from your cups of coffee, as well as taking portions of your carefully prepared breakfast.

“i’ve been thinking, y’know.” you spoke after taking another sip of coffee. Jason looked up, intrigued. you met his eyes, hesitation crossing your features for a second — you never had to be afraid of saying anything to him.

“‘bout what?” he spoke, taking another bite of bacon.

“i think im ready, for a kid. i talked to my manager, i can get the time off when it happens.” you reached for his hand, and he happily took it. this statement by no means meant the two of you would try to rush it, you were both ready, and wouldn’t want to rush through this cherishing moment.

“really?” he was smiling brightly.

the rest of the day was spent relaxed in the bedroom you two shared, his head on your stomach and your hand crossing his back across every one of his old scars.

he didn’t mind, you wouldn’t cause them to reopen. ever since his old scars had died out, you noted how calm he was, how serene this entire portion of your life was.

“im so grateful. i love you so much.” you muttered, running your hands through his hair.

“i love you too, baby.” he rose up to kiss you gently, rubbing your jaw with his hand.

this was all you ever wanted.

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pairings — grumpy!damian wayne — al ghul x sunshine!reader

warnings — they’re teenagers in the modern era of course they’re gonna curse (but not a lot), isn’t EXACTLY grumpy x sunshine but it’s okay it’s my one shot 👅

summary — friendship only gets you so far with mutual feelings and the shared yearning for more than that.

notes — hi guys

━━━━━━━ YOU’D MET DAMIAN WHEN school started, in the same advisory you two were paired up since neither of you really had friends. it didn’t bother either of you, since you actually got along.

he was pretty quiet, moody, and didn’t like anyone at school. you were the exact opposite. you were loud, cheerful, and got along with everything. that obviously didn’t mean you were necessarily friends with them.

what made you and Damian click so well was probably the fact that he only really seemed to like you — even if it wasn’t obvious.

even if he didn’t talk, didn’t smile, didn’t seem to have a sliver of an emotion, he still liked you. another thing he’d never been good at was explaining his emotions. he practically despised everyone because they treated him like some sort of bomb.

you pushed his buttons, messed around with him, and always gave him a little bit of a hard time. he didn’t hate it, he could never hate anything you did.

it was probably three months into your friendship with Damian that you hung out with him outside of school. he asked if you could come over, and you happily agreed. the day was normal, except you weren’t picked up by your guardian, rather — you went with Damian.

“hello, i’m Alfred.” you thought he was nice, an old British man that Damian told you had always worked for his family. if anything, he must’ve practically been a part of the family.

you, of course, introduced yourself. it was polite. Alfred seemed taken aback, and the look (or feeling) didn’t leave him when you turned and began talking Damian’s ear off.

the boy, however, seemed to have absolutely no problem with that. he seemed to be hanging on every word, Alfred could see the mixture of fondness and love in Damian’s eyes when he looked at you — too bad you were both as oblivious as ever.

at Wayne manor, you wore a smile as you walked behind Damian and into the large house. he waited for you to take your shoes off after him, his hands stealing away your heavy bag and throwing it over his unoccupied shoulder.

you were then introduced to Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Bruce Wayne. of course, you’d always known who Bruce was — your guardian worked for him now, a feature you didn’t leave out.

Damian, not liking anyone here (except, obviously, you), tugged at your arm. you understood what he meant, even with a lack of words, and promptly excused the two of you.

Damian’s room was pretty plain, and you jokingly shook your head. “who knew you were so boring?” you teased, sitting next to him on his large bed.

you didn’t know then, but Damian actually had you here for a reason. for awhile now, he had found you in his every waking thought. it’s like you had overridden his normal thoughts, becoming the only thing he could comfortably think about.

it had proven difficult during patrol, his performance was lacking and he needed to do something to soothe his thoughts so no one saw Robin as weak.

“i wanted to talk to you, actually.” he muttered. it stopped your thoughts, and you turned to him curiously. he didn’t speak much, and you never pressured him to. when he did, you didn’t make a huge deal of it.

“what’s up?” you hummed, eyes locking in on him.

“i uh… listen, you don’t have to… y’know, feel the same? but… but i really, really like… you.” his sentence was awkward, which made you smile. he didn’t know, but you sure knew, you were head over heels for him.

“i like you too, Damian.” you laughed softly, letting your hand drop to his leg.

“holy shit, really?” he looked up, his normally inexpressive face suddenly unable to find an emotion, settling on utter disbelief and pure excitement.

“yeah.” you smiled fondly at him.

“does this… does this mean—” you cut him off, nodding. he reached forwards and tackled you in a hug, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone. suddenly, he stood up, jumping around happily.

“fuck yes.” he muttered, you began laughing.

this was the most important moment of your teenage years, your boyfriend, jumping around in excitement, because he was with you.

he tackled you into another hug, and you remained glued together until you had to leave.

you slept well with a huge grin planted across your face.

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can i order an older!batman!damian x reader they have a lot of children (biologically) and his family and friends does not know, i wanna know their reactions

yes your price is 1 order of creepcast merch for me since there’s 3 days left and i haven’t been able to get my grubby hands on it

YOU HAVE KIDS?

pairings — older!damian wayne — al ghul x fem!reader (could also be read as just reader since i never really use she/her much)

warnings — idk actually, pretty generic names for the kids but obviously you can imagine a different name if you want to (i just don’t like using d/n ykwim) (plus i only use them once)

summary — literally just the request but only with the batboys, batgirls, and bruce!!

notes — i hope this is good 😟

━━━━━━━ TO BE FAIR, YOU should’ve told them sooner. well, Damian should’ve, they were his family. but, you’d never forced him too, since your account on instagram wasn’t followed by any of them.

“are you sure you want to do this?” you rubbed your hands along his shoulders, gently. you were due at the Wayne manor in a little for a small lunch, you’d never been one to force Damian into seeing them, since you understood, but you were surprised when he planned on going.

“yeah, i’ll have to do it sooner or later.” he grabbed your hand and peppered kissing along your knuckles.

“mom can i bring my doll?” your youngest daughter, just turning five with no front teeth, walked out of the hall opening holding her old doll passed down from you. smiling, you nodded.

“you gonna remember to bring it home, baby?” you stepped forwards, rubbing your hands through her messy head of black hair. she’d inherited more from her father.

“mhm!” she smiled, turning back to her room with a grin.

“can’t we have more?” Damian wrapped his arms around you, his head leaning snug against your shoulder. you put your hands over his, a soft laugh leaving you.

“not for a little bit, Dame.” you turned around with a grin, gently kissing him. you shared the small intimate moment without hesitation, bonded as one soul in the moment.

“mom! are we going yet?” your oldest, now eleven, walked down the hall. you turned to her, then to your husband, who nodded. your oldest daughter saw it, and walked over to put her shoes on.

getting your other three — your youngest and the middle boys (twins) — and helping them with their shoes, you were all off. the ride was peaceful, your kids finding themselves distracted with either the outside world or the toys you let them bring along.

“have you told any of them?” you had been holding Damian’s hand over the center console, your thumb in a constant soothing motion over his knuckles and the curve of his thumb.

“no, only Alfred. he’s the only one who needed to immediately know. besides, i told him first anyways.” Damian sighed.

“that’s fine, baby. i told you, you never had to.” you brought his hand closer to your mouth, gently kissing it. Damian smiled at you before the rest of the car ride was passed with ease.

Damian, getting out and opening your door, then began to help your youngest get out of the car. you helped the twins out, made sure they had the toys they wanted, and had them follow Damian to the front door.

on the way, your draped your arm over your oldest daughters shoulders, tugging her into you. she basically melted into you, her arm going around you in return.

Alfred opened the door, a wide smile crossing his face. “master Damian!” he was overjoyed, “lovely to see you.” he hugged the man before following up with greeting you and your kids the same way.

he led the six of you upstairs to where everyone else was.

if you could’ve had a camera, you would’ve taken a picture of the moment. their faces were covered in pure shock, staring at your kids. your hand squeezed Damian’s, which you had found yourself holding.

“well, if this isn’t news i don’t know what is.” Dick broke the silence first, stepping forwards and embracing Damian. respectfully, he shook your hand.

“these are our kids, Elliot and Titus,” he gestured to the twins, both holding their action figures and playing around with them — they were Red Hood and Nightwing action figures.

“our oldest, Lorelei,” he gestured to her, “and youngest Regan.” they looked like the two of you. your youngest had all of Damian’s features, and your oldest might as well have been your carbon copy.

the twins looked like a mixture, and you could see everything processing in their minds.

“why don’t you four come with me?” Alfred stepped forwards when he noticed the slight tension in the air.

your kids didn’t argue, following him out to the garden.

“how come we never knew?” Bruce, getting older and older each day, stepped forwards.

“because it was our mutual agreement. i told Damian he didn’t have to tell anyone he didn’t want to.” you defended you and your husbands decision instantly.

“doesn’t matter,” Dick stepped up now, “we know now!” he was grinning.

“did you really buy your kids Nightwing and Red Hood action figures?” Jason was grinning when he spoke up.

“the girls have Batgirl figures.” you informed them with a wide smile, “you might not have known them, but they’ve always known you guys.” you added, your hand rubbing comforting patterns into Damian’s back.

“does this mean we’re all aunts and uncles? well, grandparent for Bruce.” Tim asked. you nodded with Damian in confirmation. a challenging look flashed across all of their faces instantaneously.

“this doesn’t mean you guys can go and spoil them.” Damian said, trying to fight back a smile.

ever since being with you, he’d mellowed out and been less harsh towards people. something you hadn’t done on purpose. he was still mean when he had to be.

“don’t spoil them too much, we still want humble and kind kids.” you corrected Damian.

“i can live with that.” Jason shrugged.

“do they really have batgirl figures?” Cass asked. you nodded again in confirmation, mentioning how it was your idea.

“how old are they all?” Steph had finally asked.

“eleven, seven, and five.” you nodded, telling them which was which afterwards. you couldn’t specifically hear it, but you knew they were all ready to fight over the title of favorite.

after awhile at the manor, you all found yourselves back at home. you and Damian relaxed outside as your kids stayed inside, but every once and awhile, the younger ones would run outside and cause chaos.

“do you feel better now that they know?” you had your head against your husbands chest, listening to him and his heartbeat.

“a little. i… i’m glad they reacted how they did. i thought they’d hate me forever.” Damian admitted with a small laugh. you grinned.

“i don’t think anyone could hate you anymore, you big softie.” you teased him, holding open your arm when your oldest daughter came out to join you two on the hammock.

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LATE NIGHT

pairings — dick grayson x reader

warnings — talk of marriage, that’s really it, drinking wine (they’re both of age)

summary — during a particularly late night, you two find yourselves enjoying wine on your balcony together.

notes — guys can u all tell i’m totally in a loving and fulfilling relationship and don’t need to write what i wish i had

━━━━━━━ WHEN YOU ORIGINALLY MET Dick, you didn’t think much about him, but he managed to weasel his way into your life — you weren’t complaining in any aspect.

he was a sweet guy, in your eyes, and no matter how many other women threw themselves at him, he was all yours. you two, by now, had been together for years by now.

you understood the lengths of his job, he’d told you everything about his childhood, you knew his deepest fears, and he knew yours. you could’ve spent hours with him telling him every little detail about yourself.

you’d always been a supportive partner, you knew he wasn’t cheating, but it had been a scare all the nights he would leave and come home late or early in the morning.

it was a relief and a burden off your shoulder when he finally told you.

“hey, Dick.” you walked up to him, running your hands across his shoulders before up to his mask, gently removing it and peppering kissing all along his face.

grinning, Dick wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. “hey, missed you.” he leaned fully into your touch, he was practically melted butter in your arms.

“missed you more.” you gave him a final, intimate kiss on the lips before tugging him into the kitchen. he’d missed out of dinner, so you had cooked for yourself earlier, and now you had cooked for him to come home to.

“now you gotta go change and freshen up, i’ll pour some wine.” you spoke in a soft tone, gently nudging him towards your bedroom. reluctantly, he changed and showered, and in ten minutes he was back out. you’d been letting the food rest on a low heat, and you poured his cup on wine when he came back.

“eat outside?” he gestured to the balcony you had connected to your house. you nodded, taking the small plate you had for yourself along with your glass and his glass. he took the bottle of wine.

you two sat at the small table and chair set you had out there, lighting a candle between you two and pouring wine. it was serene.

“one second.” you kissed his head, turning around and running inside, turning on her vinyl record of romantic songs loud enough to hear through their balcony door. sitting back down, you smiled at your longtime boyfriend.

“you look beautiful.” Dick whispered. you grinned in response, humming along to the music in the background.

“when we get married, we’re gonna run far away from Gotham. get outta the big city, maybe a different country.” he leaned backwards, admiring the idea of a future with you beside him.

“when we get married?” you smiled.

“when.” he confirmed. “you’re the only one i’d ever marry. no one else deserves a ring from me but you.” he muttered.

“i’d marry you too, baby.” you grinned. standing up and asking him to dance with you. he did.

you knew you’d marry Dick. it was like when you met, everything clicked and it all made sense. there was nothing to stop either of you from moving towards marriage — except death, which Dick went above and beyond to avoid.

“i love you.” you hummed, leaning into him.

“i love you more.” he responded, kissing your head carefully.

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working on a request rn but i have a serious question

if i were to start like writing other stuff that wasn’t always dc stuff, would u guys still be interested? i mean like writing f1 stuff, writing for shows and stuff ive seen ect??

i really wanna know 😞

even tho this won’t pop off like the rest of my works i’ll ask anyways to have it out there

def wanna hear opinions!!! ignore this if u wanna tho

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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MADE FOR LOVIN' YOU BABY

pairings — max verstappen x reader

warnings — nothing but fluff, pretty much just domestic love yk, kinda like the Jason Todd one i wrote

summary — Max wasn't actually a mean guy outside of the grid, he was actually a very loving guy that you had fallen for.

notes — writing f1 stuff will this thrive like my batfam stuff (also this is on my computer so it might be different) (and i’m also kinda writing on my phone?? idk) and it’s crazy short whoops

━━━━━━━ YOU WERE GLAD that Max was finally on his break. You could finally see him for a while, and he wasn't as busy with his media presence and all that. He was all yours until the season started back up again.

You could feel the stubble Max had yet to trim against your shoulder, and you tiredly turned to him, groaning before a smile landed across your face. Despite how early it was, Max's face was able to easily make up for that.

"Morning, Max." You scooted closer to him, kissing him softly. When you pulled away, you smiled happily at him. He smiled back, kissing you before you laid on his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek.

You both stayed like that for another hour, before you got up and went to the kitchen while he delt with the few things he had to for the day. Eventually, he found you downstairs.

You had made a healthy enough breakfast, plating it up for the two of you to eat outside on your balcony. You two sat together on a small couch in a mess of tangled limbs. You remained there, even well after you both finished breakfast.

It was a comfortably quiet time, one the two of you had found yourselves accustomed to ever since he had begun his break from racing.

you had both found the time you spent together, tucked away in your home, had been spectacular thus far. you were now well adjusted to always having Max by you now.

“wish you could stay home like this forever.” you muttered tiredly into his chest, smiling when one of your cats hopped up to where they two of you laid together.

running your hand along the cats fur, you could feel Max looking at you. with a little effort, you finally met his eyes, which were filled with nothing but love and happiness.

“everyone on the grid is so wrong about you being a bad guy. you’re such a softie.” you teased, smiling and poking his side. he smiled wider, throwing his head back and laughing.

“you’re the only one who sees me this way, obviously everyone else thinks i’m a bad guy.” Max rolled his eyes.

“liar. not Charles. he’s probably more in love with you than me.” you joked, dropping your head back down onto his chest, listening to the steady beats of his heart.

it was calm all around. there weren’t any loud cars driving through, you could hear the birds around you two as the sky began to light up, the afternoon at a steady approach.

it just felt like morning. you two had on sweaters, blocking out the morning cold. eventually it would warm up a little more, but wouldn’t get unbearably warm like the summer would.

“i wish i could stay here forever, y’know. right here, on this couch, until we grow old and gray.” you began drawing patterns on his rising and falling chest. you felt it move with laughter, which made you laugh.

“go back inside and play Mario Kart?” Max grinned. you sat up, a determined look crossing your face as you nodded excitedly. you had bought the old Nintendo 64 console and multitude of fun games in Miami during the Miami Grand Prix. you and Max were obsessed.

round after round, insult after insult, it ended with the two of you laughing together in a mess of limbs on the floor.

all Max was made for was love, his insults never had any angry backing, his apologies were instantaneous after any argument, and his priorities in your relationship was very well set.

he did his best for you, and you returned the same bouts of love.

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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🙈🙉

(*ˊᗜˋ*)ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ

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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MATCHING BRACELET

pairings — oscar piastri x reader

warnings — none

summary — you love making bracelets, so it was easy to come up with the genius idea of making you and your boyfriend matching bracelets.

notes — this made me wanna make a version for five 😰 also i’ve read every yuki thing on this app guys please put out more 😞🤬 also woah no way it’s short?? i have such small motivation 😞 btw, working on requests!! expect soon maybe

━━━━━━━ YOU HAD A TALENT FOR MAKING bracelets. whether it be on a bracelet wheel, beaded, or a knot bracelet, you loved making them. more specifically, you loved making them for others.

your boyfriend knew that better than anyone else. it wasn’t a surprise that you’d fallen into a steady habit of making bracelets for him before he left.

his entire jewelry collection was either fan made or made by you, and he definitely wasn’t complaining — it always gave him something to talk about in interviews.

“can you make me one with green and blue?” Oscar asked late one night, his phone held in his hands, your face on the screen.

you looked up from your bracelet wheel, smiling and nodding. you had of course (read his mind,) already known he would want one. what he didn’t know, was the second part of your super totally secret plan.

that night, after he’d fallen asleep on the call, you had begun creating two bracelets. they both had hearts, but one had a green background and the other had a blue background, the same with the heart colors.

now all you needed to do was wait for him to come home, and you could surprise him.

he came home two days later, not only was it good since he’d just won, but because you also missed him an insane amount. he mentioned how he would be on a break for a little, and that made you happy.

originally, he came home late at night, finding you asleep in your shared bed already. he didn’t hesitate to take a shower and join you in bed afterwards, your body curling into his like muscle memory.

it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep either, relaxing into your comforting embrace and eventually he was sound asleep.

you guys slept until the sunlight creeped through the curtains, basking you both in a comfortable warmth that lasted as you slowly adjusted to the morning.

neither of you, by any means, had the plan to wake up and instantly do something. you cherished these mornings like nothing else, curled up to your boyfriend with the sun casting a warm temperature all over.

“‘morning.” he groggily muttered, wrapping his arms tighter around you, as if to mold the two of you together. you smiled into his chest, breathing him in. you’d missed him.

“morning.” you muttered, looking up at him. you shared a sweet and soft kiss. it was peaceful, there was no rush to spend every second together, because you currently were.

“i have a surprise.” you smiled wider, rolling over slightly and grabbing the two bracelets.

“you made two?” he asked.

“no, Osc, one for me and one for you.” you showed him the initials on the end of them both, and handed him one. he smiled, kissing your head. you both agreed to wear them later.

“now we can match. matching bracelets. i’ll never take it off.” he muttered, yawning.

“what about racing?” you scooted closer to him, closing your eyes.

“i’ll do the paperwork.” he muttered.

no surprise the two of you fell asleep again, waking up later that morning and spending another hour in bed.

your day started at 11:30ish that morning, and had officially began after you both helped each other out the bracelets on.

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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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SUMMER’S OVER

pairings — damian wayne - al ghul x reader x jonathan kent (platonic today guys)

warnings — none except the reminder that you might be going back to school soon so be afraid

summary — the summer hadn’t lasted long enough, and you find you and your best friends cooped up in a room complaining during a heatwave.

notes — hey guys except smth f1 related soon

━━━━━━━ YOU WERE LAID ACROSS THE FOOT end of Damian’s expansive bed, in a tank top and shorts, your body spread as to not let your body heat up anymore than it already was.

Jonathan was on two bean bags right next to the bed, where you could see him - one supporting his feet and the other supporting his upper body. he too was wearing loose fit clothes that covered as little skin as they could.

Damian was spewed across the top end of his bed, his body much like yours. he also happened to be dressed in loose and airy clothing. it was a god send during this heatwave that suddenly flashed onto Gotham.

no matter how much air circulated the manor, nothing would soothe the warmth flowing in through the walls and any possible place. it was hell on earth.

“are we sure this isn’t the work of a villain?” you groaned, slightly turning your face in order for Damian to hear you.

he made his signature ‘tt’ sound, shaking his head with a weak attempt to hide his grin. his hand flipped to the side, hitting against your upper calf. you smirked, looking away.

“god it’s so fucking hot.” Jonathan complained, you groaned in agreement. Damian silently listened - or fell asleep. either way, you couldn’t blame him - it was crazy hot, and it made you tired.

like a god in this melting heat, Alfred walked in with a tray of ice cold water and a bucket with three pops in ice. you cheered without moving your head, letting out a small whoop with Jonathan.

Alfred said his goodbyes, and walked out.

the three of you instantly reached for the water, gulping it down without ever taking a breath. “the brain freeze is worth it.” you mumble, setting the cup down on the tray and extending your limbs again.

“i can’t believe we have school next week.” Jonathan leaned back again, his body going rigid in a moments notice.

the fatigue flooding in through the air pulling on the energy in the atmosphere, gathering a synchronized yawn from all of you.

you huffed, flipping yourself over to lay on your back, letting your arms lay lax at your sides. Damian watched you move from where he lay, smirking at your tired expression.

“have you melted?” he nudged you again mostly like he had previously, flipping his arm to hit against your knee. you looked at him with struggle.

“i think so. would you guys still be my friends if i was a giant puddle of goo?” you sighed, letting the next refreshing rush of air conditioner air float on your body.

the cloudless sky beat down on the dark colored manor that you were taking shelter in - a helpless mistake now.

“yeah; i think so.” Jonathan slurred slightly, yawning.

“probably.” Damian’s voice was the only level one, one that didn’t slur a few vowels or phrases.

“i’d be friends with you guys if you were also puddles of goo.” you mumbled. “are you guys tired?” you didn’t open your eyes this time. it felt like 35 pounds were rested on your eyelids - it was nearly physically impossible to open them.

“yes, exhausted.” Jonathan grumbled, reaching for a pop.

“no.” Damian spoke.

you tiredly rose to rest on your elbows. finding yourself now glaring at Damian, you huffed out an ‘unfair’ with a toss of a nearby throw pillow.

Damian smirked, catching the pillow and throwing it at you. you let it smack against your face, making the three of you laugh together.

“we can go swimming.” Damian muttered, sitting up fully.

“oh yeah, you’ve got a pool.” you hummed, managing to stand up somehow. you had to help a weak Jonathan finally get up.

the three of you trudged your way down to the outdoor pool. the final stretch to the pool was most difficult, and basking in the shade while Damian cooled the pool proved to be useless.

“hurry up, Dames.” Jonathan dragged his voice out dramatically.

Damian rolled his eyes, holding a hand out and helping tug you up from where you sat, you both offered your hands to Jonathan, who made it extra difficult to pull him up.

half way through, you let go to turn around and throw yourself into the cold pool. the immediate relief that flooded through you, you happily laughed.

“holy shit, dude this feels awesome!” you waded around in the cold water.

Jonathan and Damian jumped in with you suddenly, and you spent hours in the water before Alfred came out to scold the three of you to dry land and wrapped in towels.

taking your soaking bodies into living room, Jonathan hijacked the remote and changed it to play Golden Girls, intriguing the three of you.

Alfred came back with changes of clothes, and after changing, you were all soon fast asleep on the couch.

the heatwave passed slightly, but was still evident in the sleep shorts and sleep tops you all wore - thin and breathy. also the fact that none of you had blankets to heat your bodies up.

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i swear guys i’m trying to cook but school got insanely more busy and stuff

expect smth soon… 😈🙏