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— EYE OPENING, REALLY!

context: WALLY WEST, your best friend who is desperately trying to hide you were his gay-awakening.

warnings : fluff, suggestive language (?) a lil ooc but it’s fanfic so reader is also a speedster kissing while sick which is gross asf but it’s Wally he doesn’t care <3

a/n : I PROMISE i’m gonna be more active, my summer break is june 25th.. can you believe it????? 25!!!!! 🫩

wc : TIM DRAKE can’t seem to catch a break from any device he owns—and apparently, neither can you. And what’s more romantic than losing your sleep (and sanity) with your partner while arguing on twitter?

warnings : cursing not proofread it’s 7 in the morning i can’t think straight fluff.

“Are you kidding me?” Tim whisper-yelled.

You looked over at him with a muffled chuckle as you came closer to look at his screen, looking at whatever was making him mad. Still—a little dumb-ed up because of the lack of sleep, you raised your eyebrows and looked back him. “What about it?”

“Can’t you see?! Fuck—I mean sorry—this person insists my favourite character was a bully. I don’t think you get it! Mischaracterization of my favourite characters is gonna kill me, I am telling you!” He spoke in a low, but stern voice. Pointing one of his slender fingers at the blue-ish screen of his phone.

“I swear!” He huffed once more and kept angrily typing at his phone.

“Wait no—give me the phone.” you said, a mischievous smirk tugged at your mouth and you grabbed his slim phone and started angrily typing yourself. The comment got bigger and bigger while you two took turns cursing the person’s family to death.

You two munched on chips that had been long in his room. Snickering and gasping with how fast the persons replies were. Calling them unemployed as if you weren’t up at two in the morning eating chips and arguing online.

Not even noticing with how loud you’ve got. You’re no longer whispering and your hollering and howling can be heard from across the manor.

It’s really not your fault you’re so caught up in the moment you jump like a deer hearing a stick break when the lights turn on.

Maybe you even let out a little high pitched scream like a girl, which you choose not to address as the one and only Damian Wayne stood in the doorway with a glare that could kill an army. You waved a little, hunching back closer to Tim—maybe so, you’d have a chance of surviving his littlest brother.

“What the hell are the two of you doing. It’s Two oh Seven—A-M! His gaze diverted from Tim to you. You just looked back at Tim as his phone buzzed with replies.

“Go back to your room! Damian. You can’t just barge in. What if we were doing… something?” your boyfriend countered.

“I know you don’t have that much game. If I hear another yell—I promise you don’t want to see me again.” He turned the lights off, slamming the door shut.

“Oh well..” you sighed, relieved.

“Oh look!” He yelped before slapping his hand on top of his mouth to shut himself up. “they blocked me. I won.” he smirked with pride.

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wc : Damian never saw the point of kissing, he’s an ex-assassin after all, has hands that were made to choke and not caress. That is—until he meets his newest favourite thing, your tongue piercing.

tags : male!reader before this causes any commotion i picture Damian to be 15+ in all my fics as well as reader. making out tongue piercings 🤤 established relationship

“Come on, just a peck.” Having to convince your boyfriend to give you a congratulations kiss after you passed a particularly hard test was so humiliating.

“You’re such a brat! I know people who’d pay to be in your position right now…” said position is sitting as straight as a cutting board after having removed your boyfriend from on top of you.

“I am not kissing you for passing a test. Talk to me about this again when you graduate with honours.” He said, shaking his head with a soft scoff.

“With honours?! Are you kidding me? Please??” You stared up at him with big eyes, pouting a little. “I’ll be honoured to kiss you, if that counts!” You laid on your stomach, facing his crossed legs—you put your hand on his calves as you leaned closer.

Damian sharply sighed and kissed you. Before he could pull away, your hand snaked up to his jaw, keeping him in his place, as your tongue danced around with his. He noticed something odd about you—it just felt different. I mean, he’s never kissed anyone, but he’s not sure if he’s supposed to feel this way.

The cold metal he can barely feel just feels so good against his own tongue. He wonders if he can suck it a little. You notice his interest for it pretty quickly, and you pull away for a second to giggle.

“You’re such a freak… You like it?” You smirk, poking his cheek.

“I do not.” He denied, even though the blush in his face said otherwise.

“Oh you absolutely do.”

And you two go at it for some time. Damian has developed a taste for playing around with it and it’s his newest favourite thing. He keeps all his weird thoughts about to himself, of course.

But everyone else can see how messy his hair is and how swollen his lips are. And obviously, no one else missed the fact on how you seem particularly cheeky at dinner.

“You two are always up to something, aren’t you?” Jason shook his head and clicked his tongue like a worried parent. Though he was more than glad his little sibling finally had some game.

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wc : where rebel!reader has developed a liking for the Wayne household. Spending almost every second of his time in there—and showing to everyone else he is definitely not used to this rich life.

tags : m!reader fluff.

You’re always hanging around, and doing something. Wether that’s abusing the soundproof walls by blasting your favourite songs when you’re with Damian or Tim, or napping on the big couches they own.

It’s really not your fault and they understand it, specially your silly mistakes of not being used to what’s considered normal customs of living in a mansion. Since—well. Your parents are big, big hoarders. There isn’t a single inch of your house that isn’t covered by something, including trash and even food sometimes…

So yes—they are already very much used to your antics.

As you walk through the biggest doors you’ve ever seen and restlessly ramble to Damian about something—you don’t even notice you are dragging your mud-covered black boots through the polished marble floor until your boyfriend slaps your arm and tells you to take them off.

“Ouch! You— What was that for?” you pout and look around, trying to find the thing you just did so wrong worth of that slap.

“Your boots.” he started, pointing at the floor with a sharp sigh. “Look at the mess you’ve done!”

“And you slapped me for that? I’m sorry, I’ll clean it up—alright? Ouch.. Do you know your hand is like—super heavy? This felt like a punch..” You complained as you took off your boots, and now you’re 3 inches shorter.

“Drama queen.” He scoffed, but a light smirk tugged at his lips when he said it, watching you stare up at him with a pout.

Damian feels like a father scolding a mannerless child. And it is true, you are a very mannerless child. Specially when your favourite food is served right in front of you.

The steak is made just like you love it, it’s not like you’ve eaten much steak in your life, but well—this looks great!

Your mouth is so stuffed it takes a whole minute to chew all of what’s inside it—a single spoonful has you practically drooling on the fanciest dinner you’ve ever had.

Damian nudges you with his elbow once and you pay no mind to it. I wonder if there’s a word for being food drunk?

And then Damian does it again. And you make a muffled sound because of the food. You’re mannerless, yes. But Damian has taught you last time not to speak with your mouth open.

“You look like a squirrel.”

“Hey! I do not!” You squealed.

Damian was looking at you with a loving look of disdain. “Slow down, you’re going to choke.” he continued.

You rolled your eyes as Tim let out a chuckle.

These fancy people, I’m telling you…

ℬAD INFLUENCE

wc : first of all, nobody expected Damian to date anyone—let alone a boy. And let alone a boy like you.

🏷️ : m!reader no desc. of appearance, size, race, etc, only states that reader has a more alt style and a few piercings. jason, tim, & dick (send asks if you want other members of the batfam!).

Let’s just say the way Jason met you wasn’t the best first impression. With your pierced tongue down his little brother’s throat! You hadn’t even noticed him before Damian did and obligated him to leave his room and never—ever speak of that again.

(It’s safe to say he spoke about it to everyone)

Richard was mostly supporting—before he found out about the way you acted. You liked to say you acted like a normal teenager, the bat family if far from ‘normal’ (if getting arrested twice and having one of the lowest GPA’s of your class can be considered normal—of course.)

He gave Damian a 30 minute lecture about being careful with who he hangs out with, what’s he doing, if he’s being influenced to do anything. And more bullshit Damian didn’t care about. To this day, Richard still side-eyes you before restraining himself.

Tim had a field day with it.

Seriously. He was insufferable about it—helping Richard’s worries by fueling them up with your record. Reminding everyone that Damian has a boyfriend. You hated every second of it, even if you weren’t there to see it, Damian told you all about it through messages.

Tim just couldn’t let it go. Nope. Never.