𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧..? ⸝⸝ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. ✴︎ fluff probably ooc… who cares this is fanfic

damian was someone who preferred to wake up early. the silence of the manor was great, it was him and the birds, sometimes the television, but he was all by himself and that was great.

then you came along.

everytime, if you could, you’d sleep until 12pm. you finally got your summer break? he is not hearing from you until the afternoon. seriously. he has no idea how someone can sleep so much. and you drag him into your weird sleeping habits too.

everytime you slept over his house, your ‘laziness’ would radiate off around the room—thats the only excuse he can find for today. he looks at the clock—its one.. pm. hes almost getting himself ready to fully wake up and stop wasting his day, but you get to him first.

“‘s so early.. go back to sleep..” you mumble.

“it’s one. no chance.”

“youre the worst.. this is my break.. i could sleep trhough this whole day.. ‘m tired you know??” you shuffle around the bed, sitting up. your hair’s looking like you fought the bed and lost. “yeah? stop wasting your break sleeping then. youre helping me train today. no lazy vigilantes here.”

“gosh…”

𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧? ⸝⸝ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. ✴︎ angst with comfort

you and damian had something no one else did. you grew up in the league with no skill gap—though personality wise damian was just stoic, you were the cold hearted one, always.

you didnt hesitate where he did—which was almost never, and it had to be serious to do so. violence was all you knew, you were what damian was supposed to be emotionally, but damian had a heart, you knew he did. you spoke when he was silenced, if someone had a problem with how damian acted wheb bruce first took you both in—theyd die when they met you.

you never really tried to change. even when damian became robin and you becane your own thing by his side during the night—you were still the snappy brat everyone knew. but behind closed doors, you never acted like that with damian. he was the one always there for you. after each life you took. youre all bark no bite, as some have said.

you just had an argument with bruce, he just doesnt seem to understand why you do the things you do. why youre so… violent during missions. he has a no-kill rule, after all. you dont seem to be aware how important this is. of all people to fight, today you chose bruce. you were so mad for no reason. youve stormed back into your room, sitting on the floor besides damian. still young, immature—who feels too much even when your mind says you dont. damian joined your side, staying in silence as you leaned your face against your own hand, eyebrows furrowed. you clicked your to gue before looking up.

“i’m trying. you know how it feels. the blade in your hand—it moves by itself..” you sighed, looking up at the yellow-ish light that illuminated your room. “i dont think bruce is going to let me join missions anytime now.” groaning, you got up to pace around the room.

“youre right, he is not bringing you. but its for your own good. at least i believe so.”

“will you stay here too?”

he hummed, nodding a yes in your direction. you sighed again.

“i didnt mean to. not this time, i promise.”

“no one ever means to, (name.) youre fine.” he went up to you, putting a comforting hand on your back. knowing this would be the only thing to help you. words dont work on people like you. “we are fighting this together. even if you dont want to.”

the truth is, you were never heartless.

bruce eventually came around. it took a lot but he did. youre his child after all.

this family still had much to teach you, and theyre glad youre willing to listen.

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰! ⸝⸝ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. ✴︎ fluff SHOOOORT blurb

snowballs flew around the place, your cheeks hollowed from the cold wind in your face, you smiled as you formed another snowball—damian hid behind a fort he build.

during the winter, those who were rich enough to enjoy it had fun, just like you and damian right now. always a reckless one, you decided to ambush him behind his fort. a sly smirk in your face as you approached the snowy surface. when you reached the place, your boyfriend was no longer there.

before you even think about it—damian tackled you into the snow, giggling with the sound you made as he shoved you both on the ground. snow splattered everywhere, and your laughs echoed around the big garden. this was the closest damian ever got to be a child, and youd make him enjoy every second of it.

of course—that is until bruce calls you two back to the manor fearing you might already have a cold.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 ⸝⸝ fratjo and his nerdy boyfriend at a frat party <3

contents : fluff m!reader frat parties .. fratboys in general satoru is a little mean :C

“satoru…” you whined, looking up at your boyfriend. satoru was always one for trouble, but bringing you to this horrible place of all has to be your limit. he knew everyone. seriously. he walked around greeting everybody possible—how does lne even know that many people?

its a horrible place to spend the night. you can hear people yelling, moaning, cursing and drinking, some even high too. this isnt the place youd like to spend your day at, but wherever satoru is i guess you have to be too. there was only a few people you were familiar with, and that is only because you offer tutoring for certain classes.

satoru settled down with the one person you knew a little bit more, and that was suguru. he was mostly nice to you despite his intimidating behaviour. “i see you brought your pet.” suguru’s raspy voice echoed in your ears. “-im not his p—“ before you could finish, satoru squeezed your cheeks, making you unable to speak. “isn’t he so cute??” satoru purred, pinching your cheeks and putting his grimy hands all over your face. one of his hands were wet from holding a cold beer he set aside just to pester you.

you glared at satoru, but behaving just because suguru is there. lord knows what he could do with you.

a few girls approached, talked, and then were dismissed—all you could think of is how many substances you’re inhaling at once. specially now that suguru’s smoking in your face. you feel out of place. “i want to go home, satoru. i dont like it here.” suguru laughed by his side, watching your pouty expression. “five more minutes sweets. cant just leave like that.. im the life of this party.”

it was in fact not more five minutes when you left. can you be considered a junkie now that your lungs are filled with unknown substances.. or could that be the substances talking… yes definetly is that absolutely spiked punch you drank (who tf drinks punch at a frat party?? they must have these ready for people like you.) your cheeks are warm, youre a sweaty mess just like every other guy in this house. you keep babbling and babbling for enough time even satoru decides its time for you to go home.

youre talking about your usual nerd things, he likes listening to you ramble, and its funnier when you know this is your first time ever being drunk, even if it was accidental.

cuddles and kisses in the dorms are law after parties. he better enjoy it while it lasts and you wake up to realize you were drunk… your future is lost!!

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛 & 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞! ⸝⸝ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. ✴︎ fluff

you have been stressing for weeks. you and damian may share the title of being the best students of the school, but you have nothing in common when the subject is emotion control. your colleges applications have been sent, you know someone is going to want you, right?

“dami… results are up.” you groaned, burrying your face on the bed matress. the computer was opened in front of you, and damian climbed onto the bed to see what this was all about.

damian is talking, but you’re not listening. theres a ringing in your ear that tells you this is gonna be bad. “are you even listening to me?” he huffs, pushing you playfully. “i said you made it.. to your dream college with me.”

when you look up your face is already all puffy and youre crying. “wait what,” “i said-“ you squeal before he can finish his sentence, jumping on him with a bright smile on your face. “couldn’t have made it without me.” he purred in your ear with a soft laugh. “hey!”

later on the evening, damian took you out to celebrate your recent win. this was a turning point in your life and things would be different from now on..

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞! ⸝⸝ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. ✴︎ fluff - req

ever since you appeared on his life damian hates to admit it and thats why he doesnt do it, but its true that you distract him during patrols. its infurating—youre so annoying. youre dating for a year now, ever since sophmore year. and he still can’t control himself when you’re around.

he’s panting as you pin him to a wall theres a smug smirk in your face that translates to: “i really like getting in trouble.” gotham has got batman and trhee hundred other vigilantes—everything is going to be fine if theres two that are busy. his comms are on the ground, crushed by your boots. tim is probably freaking out and getting irritated, but he can wait too. your hands are everywhere but where they should be (into some criminal’s face.)

its bruce’s fault for pairing you up again. its true that you get the job done in less time than majority of the team, but you dont need to waste the rest of your time trying to get into each other’s pants.

youre just so hot he can’t resist you.

you pin his wrists on top of his head, really getting him where you want. youre testing him, you always are. “we should go.” between deep breaths damian pratically growls. “i’m not done with youu.. just wait, yeah?” your breathy voice kept him in place even if his brain told him you HAD to go. you finished marking him up just in time. you stuck your finger on the purple mark, laughing at it. “tim is gonna kill you.”

he grunts, getting you off him with a sigh. it was his idea anyway, and the soft smirk on his face says everything you need to know.

freak.

⸝⸝ gojo satoru being your husband is a surprise to his students .ᐟ

contents : fluff m!reader . shortest blurb ever

megumi isn’t one to talk about his family much. he has you, and satoru, everyone knows sensei takes care of megumi since he was little. not everyone knows you two are married, though. no one expected it, someone like you, the grounded and serious teacher to be with satoru gojo of all people.

which explains why his students are freaking out after you just kissed him goodbye.

“why didn’t you tell us megumi!!” nobara looked at him so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash from that turn. “sensei is married?!” yuuji chimed in, unaware of the meaning of personal space megumi likes to reenforce. megumi grunts and mumbles something under his breath. “because you’d react like this..” the quiet boy scratched the back of his neck. embarrassed and irritated with the exaggerated reactions.

meanwhile, satoru held you closer, nudging your neck with his pointy nose, stirring the fire he had just created back there with his students. “you sure like some drama..” you laughed, ruffling the back of his hair. your laugher brought comfort to satoru on his worst days. “you know me so well~” satoru purred, kissing your forehead before letting you go and calling his students back to their seats. you waved your goodbye—leaving his students perplexed with the secret. that’s why megumi is so smart, both his parents are teachers! so unfair..

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ⸝⸝ megumi fushiguro and his boyfriend being beautifully in love .ᐟ

contents : fluff m!reader

megumi really likes you, everyone can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. yuuji likes to tease him about it but he really doesn’t get it. you’re so beautiful, even your most mundane things are beautiful to him. the way you bite your lip when you’re concentrated, or just the simple and sleek way you control your cursed energy. the shine in your eyes, and the way you walk.

you really love megumi, everyone can see it in your eyes. you like watching him do his thing, in silence, just the way he likes it. your favourite time of the day is when he put an arm over you unprompted, or when carelessly plays with pieces of your hair.

you both love listening to music together, your music taste being very similar and all. it’s the way you bond, guessing each others favourite songs of the moment, or listening to each other ramble about their newest favourite band,

gojo sensei likes teasing you two, just like yuuji. he says you two are the cutest, as he had his own teenage romance on his younger years. he lets you two sit together for most of the classes.

𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 ; 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧! ⸝⸝ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. ✴︎ fluff

damian wayne was used to events, not school events—obviously. before you he frequented only the really meaningful ones and pretended the other ones weren’t a thing. reward events are now boring since its always the same thing. whether he won it for the 300th time, or you did.

this is different, its prom, and he has a date. well, he didnt tell his family it was a ‘date’ since ever since they met you they’ve been pestering damian about his crush on you that is not so obvious. same thing with your family, the relentless teasing about how you’re in love with a wayne is getting kinda old. though it is true. so youre just as excited! (but you have the capacity of showing it better than damian.)

your hair looked great, your suit was perfect, you spun around your mirror with a squeal at least until you were dizzy. you looked so good!!!

on the other hand damian was really overthinking it. everything had to be perfect, and the more he tried to focus the more tim would pass by and say something stupid about you two its like he has a radar to when . hes about to make some clothes with timothy’s skin. lord protect the pale boy.

damian is a punctual person, he promised he’d pick you up and there he is. the streetlights aren’t the best light source but you still look amazing. hes staring. a lot. your smile snaps him out of his trance, as he opens the door for you from inside the car. youre also staring. its like youre trying not to blikk vecause if you do you’ll lose the image. before you realise it—hes kissing you, or youre kissing him. it doesnt really matter but his lips are soft and kinda warm(?). “you look great.” he mumbles after you two pull apart. you cant really see it since his skin is really tan, but he is blushing a lot, you can feel the heat on his skin and he can feel the heat in yours. your smile is always present, and its a beautiful sight.

you had so much fun. its so movie-like. you two ate and talked with friends, and danced—and danced. you feel that heat in you again, the one you always feel when youre with damian. your bestfriend, your best match. “i really like you,” he came closer to your ear, your body next to his, swaying along to the beat. “and.. i want to be with you.” you nodded along, touching his jaw. “i really like you too… and i also want to be with you.” a soft smile tugged on his lips, and a bigger one appeared in yours. “i guess thats a deal.” “yeah, i guess so.”

and somewhere in the batcave where tim broke into the school’s cameras all you can hear is hollering.

𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝! ⸝⸝ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. ✴︎ fluff kind of a crack fic lol

damian wayne was your bestfriend. it makes you feel weird when you think like that but there’s something inside you that just says you’re right.

the teacher has assigned partners for a project—he knows you two are the smartest in this class, so why not put you together? now there’s someone else getting all his attention inteligence instead of you. your partner is really dumb, and you cant help but roll your eyes at each interaction you have.

you dont like the thought of getting so close to boys, it makes you uncomfortable—you cant really explain it, you just dont want to be called gay. its not like theyre the best to be around anyway. for that, damian started thinking you simply thought the term was rather disgusting and decided to keep it to himself until you comfirmed his dissapointment.

he couldnt be more wrong.

what you showed everyone, the way you reacted when someone the same gender got too close to you, was really all acting. you are not used to the feeling yet, you don’t even know whay to call it.. gay panic? teenage confusion because your hormones are going crazy? are you consuming so much media you’re just putting labels on anything that seems like it needs one? its an impossible fight to win against your thoughts. the way you glare at his project partner tells damian about everything he needs to know. as before mentioned, the smartest of your school. he can read you like an open book.

you divert your gaze somewhere else before damian can laugh in your face. though you hear the sound anyway.

walking home, he catches up, watchign your tense shoulders and your quiet mumbles to yourself. when he touches your shoulders you jump. “—youre going to give me a heart attack!” you stop in your tracks, watching the boy in front of you. its what you get for being so observant. he smells nice and the sunset makes his eyes a very vibrant green color like big olives. his tan skin is golden under the heat of the dying sun. he has no right looking this good. you spend enough time still like a rock—just staring at his face while he raises an eyebrow. his face looks midly confused. he snaps a finger in front of you, the sound waking you up. “i like you!” you blurt out and immediatly cover your mouth right after.

damian doesnt say anything. the silence is killing you not slowly, its actually killing you very fast. he grabs you by the colar of your uniform down to an alley by the school. you’re so done.. you close your eyes waiting for pretty much anything. just not for a kiss.

you have never done this before, but if it feels this nice you might as well die right here. your cheeks are hot, and you can feel damian’s face close to yours after he pulls away. “i knew that. your acting sucks.” he says in his usual sharp manner, hands still holding your face as he walks away to his car. its an expensive one and alfred has his eyes glued on you like he saw the whole thing. when you hear them drive away, you let out a big sigh you didnt know you were holding. “for god’s sake..”

⸝⸝ gojo satoru being your husband is a surprise to his students .ᐟ

contents : fluff m!reader . shortest blurb ever

megumi isn’t one to talk about his family much. he has you, and satoru, everyone knows sensei takes care of megumi since he was little. not everyone knows you two are married, though. no one expected it, someone like you, the grounded and serious teacher to be with satoru gojo of all people.

which explains why his students are freaking out after you just kissed him goodbye.

“why didn’t you tell us megumi!!” nobara looked at him so fast she could’ve gotten whiplash from that turn. “sensei is married?!” yuuji chimed in, unaware of the meaning of personal space megumi likes to reenforce. megumi grunts and mumbles something under his breath. “because you’d react like this..” the quiet boy scratched the back of his neck. embarrassed and irritated with the exaggerated reactions.

meanwhile, satoru held you closer, nudging your neck with his pointy nose, stirring the fire he had just created back there with his students. “you sure like some drama..” you laughed, ruffling the back of his hair. your laugher brought comfort to satoru on his worst days. “you know me so well~” satoru purred, kissing your forehead before letting you go and calling his students back to their seats. you waved your goodbye—leaving his students perplexed with the secret. that’s why megumi is so smart, both his parents are teachers! so unfair..

VIDEO GAME LOVER(S)

contents : drabble — what’s better than a game night with your boyfriend? A game night with your boyfriendS! fluff m!reader masterlist.

It was very late. very late. Tim is working and well—he can pretty much provide for both of you. You, and Bernard decided to pull an all nighter.. without him. He! The master of all-nighters.

“Bern! stop eating all the chips, I need some too!” Of course the blonde only laughed at you, as he doomscrolled on his phone.

“Wanna play a game? Join me.”

He pointed at his phone as he snuggled up next you. You two played for a while, not even noticing the notification that popped up saying Tim was home.

“Hi guys?” he came in, weirded out by all those lights on, though he figured you two were just getting frisky. “Hey! You traitors!! playing games without me? You know i can leave that house at any time.. didn’t even try to call me…!” He pouted, throwing his things on the floor as he flew on top of you and bern, the poor guy whimpering with the sudden weight.

“You’re gonna crush him, Tim!!” you laughed, tackling the pale boy out of Bernard.

“Join us too Timmy. Don’t eat my chips.”

Just before you notice, there’s bird chirping around, for god’s sake, it’s 7 in the morning and you three haven’t had a thought about going to sleep. I guess that’s just the dream life.

— ME AND YOU, ARE ONE.

context: the blood children first gala was.. well—something. it’s always something when it comes to this family masterlist.

It’s overwhelming, all the attention, the flashes and the fake smiles. You stick close to your brother, Damian. You two feel almost sick with it. I guess there’s no media-training in the League. He mutters that is mostly a complaint as you both sit down on your designated table.

People think they know everything about you now. They’re already taking their conclusions of who’s the quieter one and who brings more trouble. There isn’t an answer to any of these questions. Though they’re not directed at you, you both can still tell people are starring. Damian would be very much satisfied if they stopped. “Do you think we’re gonna make it to the front panel?” you ask, sarcastically. it’s impressive that people care so much. Damian clicks his tongue and nods with a small, smug smirk.

It sounds like it’s going to be a long event. Dick hypes you two up from time to time with a thumbs up and that stupid smile of his. Which you two ignore. This isn’t enjoyable, and Damian seems to be tenser than you. This would be anyone’s nightmare, now think about how bad this is for someone who has highly enhanced senses. It’s hell.

“I feel dizzy. Seriously.” you turn to him, adjusting your tie to be more lose, which Tim warns you not to, unless you want trouble. Damian rolls his eyes by your side, loosening his own.

“I told you not to drink so many sodas. You’re sugar high.”

“That’s not the point, Damian. I don’t like it here. Can we just ask father to leave? This is pointless. A bunch of rich people pretending they care about children that need charity.”

“Fine. But you’re asking.”

you huff, both of you making your way to the private conversation of your father. Just like he taught you—you put your hand on his shoulder for a second, letting him acknowledge your presence before choosing whether he has time for whatever bullshit you want now. He lowers himself to your level, tilting his head to listen to your request.

“Father.. We need to leave. I don’t feel good.”

Listen, Bruce has enough kids, he’s heard this one before. He’ll feign compassion and will take you home this time, though. He knows how whether Damian or you will get if your needs are neglected. Specially something so stressful like this. Though Tim would argue he’s just scared of the twins. Which he really isn’t wrong about.

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𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, they \ them . alternative ; queer reqs open .ᐟ.ᐟ ⸝⸝ that’s super, man! ✴︎ gemini ⋮ introvert. MINOR.

© DAMISBUNNI

( blog rules. masterlist. spotify misc. )

𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, they \ them . alternative ; queer reqs open .ᐟ.ᐟ ⸝⸝ that’s super, man! ✴︎ gemini ⋮ introvert. MINOR.