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—❝GIDDY FEELING❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2.6k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 reader and damian finally connect on instagram, leading to a sweet, slightly awkward chat that ends with damian inviting her to gotham-and her saying yes. pt. 5 of "unexpected crush?!" 2 3 4

Was this guy dense or something?!

It had been well over an hour since Damian and ___ had followed each other on Instagram. So why hadn’t he texted her yet?

Was he waiting on her to make the first move?

Did he fall asleep?

Could he smell her breath through the phone and got scared off when she followed him?

—Okay, that sounded ridiculous. Ugh! She couldn’t help but be ridiculous, though.

This guy was literally stunning. And rich, too—like, everything he sent her? $$$ >>>

And don’t even get her started on his abs—nom nom nom—

What did he train for? Olympic godhood? Being blessed by the divine?

‘Come on.’

‘Come on.’

‘Come onnnn, pleaseeee.’

From pacing around her room to collapsing on her vanity like a grouchy cryptid, ___ was not doing well.

With a loud sigh, she slid off and faceplanted onto the soft mattress of her bed.

‘Welp. That’s it. Just a cruel joke—’

Ding

Her heart leapt into her throat. Her eyes darted to her screen:

Damian sent you a message.

“Thank you LORD!”

She scrambled for her phone, hands shaking with excitement, a warm blush spreading fast over her cheeks. Giddiness buzzed through her.

"Hello. I'm Damian Wayne. You may call me Damian. I just wanted to let you know I like your content."

Oh wow. He sounded a bit... snobby.

Then again, he was rich.

Her giddiness dipped—but not her hope.

‘So... he’s a fan. I mean duh. He said that in his letter…’

.

.

.

‘THE LETTER! That’s it! You, dear Damian, can be as nonchalant as you want, but I have proof you’re smitten with me. Hehehehehe... Muahahahahaha—’

She tapped out a reply:

"Why the nonchalance, Dami? Don’t seem so in the letter you sent me. wink wink"

She immediately screamed into her pillow after sending it. Was she really flirting with the literal cutest guy ever—who also happened to live oceans away? Yes.

Did she care?

Yeah. She was terrified. But she had to be LeBron James and shoot her shot. Because right now, all he was being was Franz Kafka, writing letters with no action.

"Ah. You read it. I mean, of course you have. I'm sorry for being so... brass."

"Quite the opposite. You were romantic. And I liked it. A lot."

Minutes passed without a reply. Her knee bounced impatiently.

Then a small GIF popped up in the chat: a blushing kitty with "thanks" written underneath.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

He was so... freaking cute.

"I'm flattered. I hope you liked the present as well. A small token of appreciation. Your videos bring me peace. I hope my present gave you as much happiness as you’ve given me peace."

She almost blacked out from the short-circuiting of her heart, brain—her entire existence.

His words... the way he typed...

His modesty. His gentleness. His respectfulness.

‘Okay... I need to chill.’

She got up, went to the mirror, and stared at her tomato-red face. Then shuffled into the bathroom, running cold water over her hands and pressing them to her cheeks, then her neck.

How could she respond? She wanted to sound respectful, but still flirt—just a little.

Ding

Her phone lit up again.

She rushed over.

"I was wondering if… you’d be interested in coming to the U.S.? More specifically—here. Gotham. Where I live. I’d love it if we could meet. Maybe for coffee?"

Oh wow.

She blinked.

She was flattered... but—

How was she supposed to explain that she couldn’t afford to travel? That she was broke broke?

Like—“sorry dudez, me no money, me brokey”???

Then another message came in:

"I’ll pay for it. For everything. I want to meet you. It doesn’t have to be now. But… hopefully in the future? We can see each other through video in the meantime. Get to know each other."

And then, as if reading her mind:

"I promise I’m not a creep. You saw my account, yeah? I... just want to... get to know you. In a... more romantic manner, if possible."

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Her heartbeat thundered. She felt lightheaded.

He was being direct. With her.

But still... respectful. Thoughtful.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over the keyboard. She kept glancing back up to make sure his messages were still there, that she wasn’t hallucinating.

She reread her message before sending it.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

"Sure. I’d love that, Damian. I’d love to meet you."

In that moment, ___ felt like they were both leaning closer to their screens. Trying to close the distance. Trying to feel near, even though they were far.

Did he feel it too?

All she said was that she’d like to meet him—but somehow, it felt like a confession.

Sure. I’d love that, Damian. I’d love to meet you.

I’d love that, Damian. I love you.

She flopped back on the bed, letting her phone rest on her chest and an arm fall over her eyes.

‘What are you doing to me, Damian Wayne…?’

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author's note 1: pov: reader waiting 4 dami to message her

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[bubbleggum444]

hiya I was wondering if you can do a jason todd x wife ex league of assassin reader.

Reader and Jason fight crime together.

Most of time the younger batfamily members like to crash at reader and Jason's apartment to relax after patrol or just for dinner. also reader helped raised and trained Damian during her time at the league.

sorry if this doesn't make sense.

— ❝HIS WIFE❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 jason todd x female!reader, wife!reader au, angst comfort n fluff, 2k + wc

𝑠 𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 jason's wife taking care of his adoptive brother + jason being himself

𝑎/𝑛: this was requested as a story of how jason's wife and he fight crime...well...i turned into them comforting damian when he needed it. don't know how i missed the actual request. 🥲 will write the correct one later on.

Before Jason could even comprehend why his younger brother was at his doorstep at three in the morning—in the middle of a raging storm—his lovely wife pushed past him, taking the shivering boy into her arms.

She led Damian to the living room, settling him near the furnace, wrapping blanket after blanket around him, whispering soothing words, and motioning for her husband not to bombard the boy with questions.

Now, Jason had nothing against the little demon visiting. He'd always known—even in his early resurrection days—just how much Damian depended on his wife.

Besides being a complete menace with a rifle, having a nasty right hook, and killer karate skills, Jason’s wife was like a second mother to Damian. Even Talia had doted on her back when she was still in the League.

Damian had practically grown up as her shadow. If he loved his actual mother, then he absolutely adored his figurative one—Jason’s wife.

One thing to note: ___ was infertile. It had been a cruel blow to her self-esteem. She wanted kids. She wanted to be a mom.

No matter how many times she forced a smile and reassured Jason that it was okay, he could see through it. Each time she looked down at another negative test, he knew it wasn’t okay. It hurt her. And it hurt him too.

So when Jason had wished for a miracle—a little bundle of joy for them—he hadn’t expected it to come in the form of his little brother showing up for the nth time that week.

"Dami… What happened?" His wife’s soft voice pulled Jason from his thoughts. He glanced down at the younger hero.

"Just… my… Dad's been tough on me. I'm sorry for… being an inconvenience…"

Oh. That actually hurt. A lot.

Jason felt a sharp sting in his chest. He knew how tough Bruce could be—how tough he had been on him. Even if Bruce’s intentions were good, the effects often lasted longer in ways that weren’t always for the better.

His wife's eyes met his, silently pleading. Jason just nodded. That was all the permission she needed to scoop the eight-year-old into her arms and take him to the bathroom for a bath.

"So… Wayne’s been tough on you, Dami?" she asked gently as she washed his hair. He only nodded, his small hands gripping his knees, his tears held back but obvious.

"Did he yell?" she asked, carefully choosing her words.

Damian shook his head. No. She sighed in relief.

"You can sleep here, okay? And—and you can stay as long as you need until you feel ready to go back to your dad. That sound good, dear?"

Another nod.

After the bath and drying his hair, she tucked him into her and Jason’s bed. That earned her a disapproving glance from Jason, but she ignored it. It wasn’t like he was actually mad.

Jason sighed, climbing into bed. He barely had time to relax before he felt his little brother cling to him.

Damian was rarely vulnerable—especially with him.

So, even though Jason had planned for a peaceful night alone with his wife, he didn’t mind. Not this time. Because somehow, Damian being there felt like exactly what his wife needed to get through this hard time.

Whether Damian was helping them, or they were helping him, Jason didn’t know. But he was grateful for it.

___ turned off the lights and slid into bed, pulling the covers over them. And that was that. Damian, squished between them, seeking their warmth, and the two of them accepting it without hesitation.

Though… Jason figured he should get something off his chest too. Y’know, keep the sentiment going.

"I farted."

"GROSS—"

"JASON—"

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

[bubbleggum444]

— ❝SUDS N' SWEETNESS❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 bruce wayne x female!reader, maid!reader au, fluff 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 falling for her is inevitable, isn't it? part 2 of "the lovely maid"

"I'm glad to see the kids smiling," she said with a light laugh before adding, "mischievous too—even if it's at your expense, Mr. Wayne."

She placed the dirty dishes in the sink, unaware of the emotional storm brewing in her employer’s mind as he joined her, unloading the dishes beside her.

'They could be your kids...and you could be Mrs. Wayne', he thought, glancing at her quietly before picking up a spare sponge.

"Don’t," she said, reaching for the sponge in his hand. Her much smaller fingers wrapped around his in an attempt to stop him.

"That’s my job, Mr. Wayne."

'Dear Lord, call me ‘Mr. Wayne’ one more time and I’ll lose it.' He licked his bottom lip, trying for the hundredth time that evening to drag his thoughts out of the gutter.

In an attempt to salvage what remained of his self-control—and to not desecrate the image of the woman he increasingly saw as someone worthy of worship—Bruce gently dabbed the tip of the soapy sponge on her nose, leaving a playful streak of suds behind.

She looked up at him.

Blink.

Then again.

"Achoo!"

The sneeze startled the older man, her movement nearly jolting him. She quickly reached for a paper towel, wiping her nose and the soap off it.

Great, Bruce. Just great. You made her sneeze. And not even in the cute way.

"Uh... I apologize—"

"It’s fine, sir," she said with a bright laugh, her shoulders trembling softly, her face still hidden behind the tissue.

He nodded, silently grateful for her forgiving nature... and wondering, somewhere deep in the corners of his mind, what else came easily to his little maid.

He gulped, loosening his tie slightly. Grabbing a dry cloth from the hook on the wall, he began to dry the cutlery she washed, his heartbeat skipping every time their fingers brushed.

"They’re happy because you’re here."

She looked up at him, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Do you think so, Mr. Wayne?"

He gripped the edge of the sink at the sound of his last name again, fighting the urge to show her exactly what Mr. Wayne was really thinking.

"I do, doll."

"I’m glad—I mean, flattered. But I’m glad too. I just don’t want the children to feel uncomfortable because of me."

'Believe me: they’d be nothing but happy with you as their mother.'

Bruce exhaled slowly, struggling to keep his thoughts in check. Her sweetness was turning him into someone entirely new. This wasn’t the billionaire playboy. This was just Bruce Wayne—a man hopelessly in love with someone he doesn’t think he deserves.

"I mean it," he said firmly, placing the washed dishes in their cabinets.

"And I mean it too. I really like the boys. I wish nothing but the best for them."

As she handed him the last plate, it clattered to the counter, slipping from his grasp as he gently caught her wrist instead—pulling her closer.

His hands found her waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her maid dress as he lifted her onto the counter.

The plate shattered at his feet.

He stepped between her knees, eyes locked on hers, their noses nearly touching. Their shallow breathing filled the silence between them.

What now, Bruce?

'I know I’m your employer, but I want to kiss you.'

'I swear this isn’t about power. I love you. Marry me. Have my babies.'

'May I kiss you?'

He was frustrated. Scared. Completely at a loss. How do you ask to kiss the angel who has you wrapped around her little finger?

"What the..."

Their heads snapped toward the kitchen archway.

Damian stood there, holding a dirty glass and looking like he’d just witnessed a war crime.

With surgical precision, he set the glass on the floor.

"I’m going to pretend I didn’t witness this," he said flatly, before pivoting and walking away.

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

[@zalme, hope you like it 🫶🏻]

[bubbleggum444]

—❝tombed❞

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 theodore nott x female reader

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 muggle-born!girlfriend!reader, angst, songfic, 2.1k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 being theodore nott's girlfriend during the wizarding war.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 swearing (once).

[You take the man out of the city, not out the man.]

It had been weeks since Theodore Nott last saw his beloved. Why? She was a Muggle-born, and he was a pureblood. His father had recently broken out of Azkaban, rumors of the Dark Lord's return were spreading fast, and someone had seen him with his bambina on one of their secret dates. Everything was a mess. He hadn’t seen her in weeks. He had to be physically restrained from storming into her common room—just to fall to his knees, grab his darling by the hips, and never—never—let go. To worship her like a dog. He didn’t care what others thought. Fuck them. Only she mattered; only she existed.

[You take the man out of the city, not the city out the man.]

He’d been watching her from afar. He’d be lying if he said his notebooks weren’t filled with sketches of her. He didn’t care about Potions, or DADA, or any other useless subject in this hellhole of a school that had torn him and his bella apart. He cared for her. He needed her. Theodore’s heart would leap into his throat when their eyes met across the crowded corridors, his breath catching in his chest. The crowd vanished—there was only her. Only them. A brief convegno clandestino between two soul-bound lovers, before her friends dragged her away again.

[You take man out of the city, not the city out the man.]

After the Golden Trio left, Hogwarts grew more unstable. The Slytherins were growing stronger—and cockier. He watched helplessly as his cara was mistreated again and again, each incident slicing deeper than the last. He knew that defending her meant turning his back on his house, his friends, his family—his very blood. But if he didn’t? He would betray her—la donna per cui vive. How could he betray his angela?

The answer was: he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. And he didn’t.

Whatever words were thrown to hurt her, his knuckles bled even more from punishing the culprits. That was when they began meeting again. At first, silence sat between them—not because things had changed, but because they hadn’t. The two souls simply needed time to riavvicinarsi—to come back together—in peace.

[You take the man out of the—]

Through those meetings, they found happiness. The war had begun, and the world had grown too preoccupied with survival to notice love blooming in the shadows. Of course, Death Eaters lurked everywhere, which is why Theodore had no choice—he had to send his tesoro away from Hogwarts. Watching her fly off on a thestral felt like his heart was being torn in half, and she had taken the other piece with her.

Still, better that than the Death Eaters taking her forever.

If that had happened—heaven above forbid—perfino la morte era meglio della vita. Even death was better than life without her.

[And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it.]

The ground beneath her feet was damp from the rain. She felt like the weight of the world had crashed onto her shoulders, yet somehow, she remained standing. She didn’t want that. She wanted peace. She wanted freedom—to be free, to be with her Theodore.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, fingers sinking into the wet grass and mud, the earthy musk anchoring her to the moment. A choked sob escaped her trembling lips. Her breath came in short, panicked bursts as her gaze locked on the tombstone before her:

In Loving Memory of Theodore Nott, 1979 - 1997.

Through blurry eyes, she lay atop the cold stone, beside the engraved face of her tutto il suo mondo. Her Theo. Her hands clutched a small bottle containing poison, and she let out a bitter chuckle.

How could they take him from her? How dare they?

Well, he was her world. So there was no reason to stay in this strange, lifeless world any longer.

She uncorked the vial, raised the dark liquid to her lips.

Bottoms up.

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© — ggυɱi '25

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author's note 1: i caved. had to write a yearner, and had to make it tragic.

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[bubbleggum444]

—❝messy morning❞

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 wally west x female reader

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 girlfriend!reader, angst and fluff+comfort, 1.8k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 after reader gets her period unexpectedly, she worries how her loving boyfriend of one and a half years will react to the stain left on the sheet and mattress of his bed.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 teeny-tiny bit of spice at the end (literally just a dirty joke).

___ was a mess.

She had woken up like usual—her boyfriend out, probably picking up breakfast. But as she was making their bed, there it was.

A big red stain.

Panic set in instantly. She scrambled, trying everything for the next ten minutes, but the stain only seemed to spread. Her hands trembled as she scrubbed at the dried red blotch, her breaths coming quicker.

What was Wally going to think?

This wasn’t just any mattress—it was his. In his apartment. And she had oh-so-carelessly stained it. How could she be so stupid?

She scrubbed harder, her heart pounding. She should’ve checked her calendar. Should’ve avoided this. Now all she could do was pray Wally wouldn’t be mad—

"Baby! Your boyfriend’s home! Wakey wakey! I brought breakfast!"

His cheerful voice rang through the apartment.

Her stomach dropped.

Oh God.

This was it. She was about to be humiliated. Yelled at. Maybe even lectured.

A choked sob slipped out as her head fell against the mattress, her shoulders shaking.

"Baby—?"

His voice softened instantly.

Wally stepped into the bedroom, his bright green eyes landing on her hunched-over frame, turned away from him.

He was gone and back in an instant, leaving their food in the kitchen before reappearing at her side. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, his warmth pressing against her trembling body.

"What happened?"

He glanced around, searching for an answer. Maybe the covers weren’t straight enough. Maybe the pillows weren’t aligned. She was a perfectionist—little things did get to her sometimes.

Then he saw it.

The stain.

Oh.

Now, Wally wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn’t stupid either. And the second he put the pieces together, everything clicked.

"Babe... did you start your period?"

She stiffened before giving him the smallest, most ashamed nod.

For a second, he didn’t know whether to laugh or just hug her tighter. Was she really crying over this?

Without a word, he plucked the brush from her trembling hands and set it on the mattress. She hesitated, eyes wide and glossy as she looked up at him—those angelic eyes, still swimming with guilt.

"Up you go, my love."

Effortlessly, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the kitchen, setting her gently onto a chair.

"I... I-I'm sorry, Wally," she whispered, voice thick with emotion. "For... the mattress."

Her lip quivered with the apology, and it wrecked him.

Shaking his head, he leaned down, brushing the softest kiss against her lips. Warm. Comforting.

"You don’t have to be sorry for anything," he murmured. "Accidents happen. And if this is what made my girl cry? Well, guess I’m gonna have to fight a mattress."

A small, hiccuped laugh escaped her.

He grinned. That’s better.

As she wiped at her damp cheeks, he placed a plate in front of her, the warm scent of toast and eggs filling the air.

"Breakfast for my lovely little girlfriend."

She smiled, picking up her fork and knife as she watched him move around the kitchen.

"Ketchup?" Wally asked, glancing at her with a teasing smirk. "I’m sure it’s your favorite.~"

She rolled her eyes but nodded reluctantly.

With exaggerated flourish, he grabbed the bottle and squeezed a generous dollop onto her plate.

"Oh look, it’s even a squirter—just like you!~"

"WALLY I SWEAR TO—"

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© — ggυɱi '25

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author's note 1: hi everybody 🧍🏻‍♀️, i'm back! so long story short i was really busy during my last semester of hs, but now i'm back, yay.

author's note 2: i know i know. this isn't a popular ff of mine or anything, dw i'll get to those, just felt like i needed this one out there cuz....i need a man like wally in my life, y'know?

author's note 3: there are more ff on the way. just need to proof them and whatnot.

author's note 4: again, follow me on c.ai 💋 post cute bots on there, hihi

author's note 5: i'm thinking of lowkey broadining my page, like adding ff of different shows/series on my page - hint, one is a popular game for us girlies, the other a popular book and movie series

author's note 6: also, need need need more yearner men on this app. but there just isn't, so i'll write em.

author's note 7: also, babes, if you want to be tagged in a specific fic feel free to pm me or just comment here, the same goes for those who want to be tagged in every fic 🫶🏻 i'll put you on the tag list(s) that i'll make bellow my masterlist <333

author's note 8: an anonymous diva wrote "don't be shy, share your works of art🫣🫣🫣" in my inbox. so thank you very much for that luv, i love your faith in me and i love you specifically, enjoy this ff and dm cuz i wanna be friends w/ u.

author's note 9: another very important thing, i recently noticed young girls starting to follow me, so my content will never go dirty dirty, like a naughty joke is max, nothing more. plus i opened a wattpad acc not too long ago and saw all my fav ff just hidden, like the heck, but terrible smut and all that being pushed out. 14-year-old me grew up reading masterpieces on there and i'll try to make ff like those here. esp 4 my younger audience - so they can experience good quality ff like most of us who are now entering adulthood did on wattpad.

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[bubbleggum444]

—❝TℍE LE꓄꓄ER❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 a letter filled with sweet compliments from damian leaves youtuber!reader eager to find him. pt 4 of "unexpected crush?!" 2 3 4 5

"Dear, ___. My name is Damian Wayne..."

As you read the letter over and over, a whirlwind of emotions surged through you—curiosity, warmth, and something dangerously close to flattery.

Two weeks after posting on your forum about accepting gifts, four arrived. Excited, you unwrapped each one on camera, recording your live reaction for your followers.

Sitting cross-legged, hair braided, face bare, you held his letter in trembling hands. The more you read, the more you found yourself stealing glances at the camera lens, cheeks growing impossibly warmer.

"You're pretty and kind."

Ba dum ba dum

"Your videos make me feel calm and happy."

Ba dum ba dum ba dum

"But what makes me the most content is watching the way your eyes sparkle. And it makes my own sparkle, too. Your sweetness is infatuating."

Ba dum ba dum ba dum ba dum—

That was it. The breaking point.

Leaping out of your chair, you shut off the camera with a sharp click.

—

"This boy likes me. Like—like likes me!"

You looked down at the small cat stamp adorning the envelope, its tie patterned with the American flag. A smile graced your lips.

Spinning toward your vanity, you let out a breathless laugh, unable to ignore the ridiculous blush staining your cheeks. (Hyperpigmentation is a curse, you thought.)

Lightly, you patted your face, willing yourself to calm down. If your nosy family caught you fangirling over a fan, you'd never live it down. Especially your older sister. (Sisters, am I right?)

Damian Wayne. USA. Gotham.

With that information, you opened Instagram. Come on... something... anything!

Two painfully long minutes later, you hadn’t found him, but you had found his older brother.

Oh boy, was this dude active.

Real_D_Grayson

With over 100k followers, he seemed to enjoy showing off—abs, acrobatics, and adventures galore. But one pinned post caught your attention: a picture of him standing beside a boy with piercing green eyes and olive skin.

Oh. My—

Your fingers frantically tapped at the mouse, opening the description.

"With baby bro, Dami. It's chest day, baby 😎"

Dami... Damian. Of course.

The sweaty boy in the photo, slightly scowling at the camera, was the same one who had written words that made your knees weak and turned your face as red as a strawberry.

"Come on, faster, faster, you stupid internet!" you muttered, impatiently clicking on the tagged profile.

As the page loaded, a small smile tugged at your lips.

dw_00___

"Dude, I never would've found your account. If you like me, at least drop your Insta next time." You rolled your eyes playfully, muttering to yourself over the young Wayne’s lack of foresight.

Biting your bottom lip, you hovered over the 'Follow' button.

Click.

—

An Instagram notification buzzed through the air during the Wayne family’s dinner.

"What now?" Damian sighed, agitated, as the entire table turned to look at him.

"If it’s you, Grayson—sending me those pointless acrobat reels or whatever again—" he shot a glare at his older brother.

"Don’t look at me, baby bird, I’m playing pool." Dick held up his phone in defense, proving his innocence.

Still puzzled, Damian checked his notification bar. And then—

___ just followed you!

A lump of air caught in his throat. He coughed, covering his mouth as he clicked on the profile.

It was you.

His brain stalled.

How did you find his account?

How could he have been so careless as to not include his username in the letter?

How could he—

"Follow her back already."

A quiet voice snapped him out of his spiral. Cass shot him a knowing wink, her eyes shifting to her younger brother, who was inwardly panicking.

She nodded toward his phone again, subtly urging him before the rest of the family caught on.

Damian exhaled sharply, schooling his expression as he quickly hit ‘Follow Back.’

Sliding his phone into his pocket, he reached for his napkin, pretending to cough into it.

But really, he just needed to hide his reddening face from his ever-curious siblings—and his father.

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𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑢𝑚444©

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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author's note 1: another chapter done :> next one's probably this friday ahead

author's note 2: also making the jason ff

author's note 3: and I made a dick grayson one, should i post it?

author's note 4: i also make bots on c.ai, send me req for characters in my tumblr req :)

author's note5: this is how i imagine reader when she was in front of the mirror btw, ty hendry for the inspo.

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—❝AᗪORED Bㄚ HIᘻ❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 damian finally sent you the package (PLEASE NOTICE HIM), pt 3 of "unexpected crush?!" pt 4.

Beep beep beep be—

Damian’s fist collided with his clock. He was still exhausted from yesterday’s wrapping paper fiasco.

Stumbling out of bed, he made his way to the washroom, freshening up for the day ahead.

'Strange… I feel like I’m forgetting something,' he thought, brushing his teeth thoroughly before rinsing his mouth with cold water.

Which was indeed strange. Damian rarely—if ever—forgot anything.

As he mentally checked off the tasks from the previous day and planned for today, it suddenly hit him—the package.

In a blur, he bolted out of the bathroom, leaping over his bed to grab his clothes for the day.

He dashed out of the house so quickly that Alfred had to peek out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about so early in the morning.

The butler let out a light scoff as he watched his young master clumsily lock the front door, a package tucked under one arm.

'Post office. Got to get to the post office. Post office—' Damian chanted in his mind, swiftly (but very carefully) placing the package into the compartment of his scooter before hopping on and securing his helmet.

After the seemingly daunting task of mailing it (he had spent way too long choosing the cutest stamp for you— "Just pick one already, kid!" "In a minute!"), Damian made his way home.

Stupid, impatient worker. Tch.

The moment he stepped inside, he headed straight for the fridge, desperate to quench his thirst. He hadn’t even realized how parched he was from doing such a simple task. Well, seemingly simple.

Truthfully, Damian probably would’ve felt less nervous fighting a villain than sending that package to his newfound crush—his first ever actual crush.

“Where were you off to so early, son?”

His father greeted him as he joined the rest of the family for breakfast.

Great. Damian really didn’t want to answer that. Not because he was ashamed of going to the post office, but because he had no intention of revealing to whom he sent something—or what that something was.

“Out. Sending a package,” Damian answered curtly.

Before his father could press further, he pulled out his phone and earbuds, watching something as he began to eat.

That caught Bruce off guard. He wasn’t planning to interrogate his son, seeing how unwilling he was to talk about it. But the fact that Damian—who never bothered with distracting devices this early in the morning—was doing exactly that? Strange.

“Uh, demon brat? You know there’s a ‘no phones at the table’ rule, right?” Jason spoke up.

Damian didn’t respond. In fact, they weren’t even sure if he heard him.

And truthfully? He didn’t.

He was too focused on his food—and the video of yours he was watching.

Oh, right. That was the other thing he forgot. After yesterday’s wrapping paper disaster, he had been so drained that he missed your latest upload.

He’d probably be irritated about it for the next three days. Not being your first like? Unacceptable.

Oh well. At least he could admire your cute face while eating breakfast.

His eyes sparkled slightly, his irises expanding with quiet happiness as your sweet intro played through his earbuds.

It was calming. Simple. Just like you, really. Though you had many interests, you always kept them modest.

Damian’s heart skipped a beat. He liked that. A lot. Amidst the chaos of his life, a peaceful soul like yours was something he craved. Something he needed. Something he adored.

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he quickly set a screenshot from the video—a Robin-inspired makeup look—as his lock screen.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t quick enough.

Cassandra noticed.

She shot him a knowing smile.

Damian cringed, like a pianist hitting the wrong note, before hastily pushing back from the table and carrying his empty plate to the sink.

What. A. Nuisance.

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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@jason-todd-fangirl-14

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author's note 1: someone requested an adorable ff idea, and it's a jason x reader, RAHHH, so excited to make it <333

author's note 2: just to be clear reader's first interaction with damian in this fic is happening either in pt 4 or 5, so stay tuned for that :>

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[bubbleggum444]

hiii!

i just wanted to say that your blog is so adorbs! i love the aesthetic smm and omggg ur works are so good and cute<33

no, YOUR acc isss! it looks so peaceful I love <333 tysm for the compliments 🥰 i try hehe, posting another damian fic soon!

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your account is so AGH omg it's so so so cute !!!!!! can we be friends PLEASE i beg your writing gives me life 😔😔😔 your damian fic actually had me giggling instead of doing my chem homework

tysmmm, mwah! you're so lovely 🩷! ofc we can be friends :) side note: i'm in love w/ ur aesthetic and jason fic (it hurt, but it's amazing)!!! also, i was writing the fic instead of studying, whoops

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—❝CRΛSH LANƊING IИTO YOU❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 clark kent x fem!reader, traffic officer!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 love at first sight (crash).

The blaring horns of impatient drivers below were just another part of the daily chaos in Metropolis—after all, it was rush hour.

Clark hovered above the city, carrying out his usual morning patrol when—whoa. His vision blurred, his head spun. Strange. Superman doesn’t just get dizzy. Unless… unless he undercooked his chicken last night?

He barely has time to register the sudden, sharp pain piercing through his skull before—

CRASH.

Oh, great. Great job, Clark. Just had to be clumsy today, huh?

Dazed, he scrambles upright in a swift motion, immediately reaching down to help the poor civilian he just plowed into.

And then—oh.

Oh.

His breath catches. His stomach does something weird.

He hadn’t just crashed into anyone. He had crashed into a traffic officer. Not just any traffic officer—the most beautiful traffic officer he had ever laid his sea-blue eyes on.

“I—I’m so sorry, miss! I didn’t mean to bump into you—”

He cringes the second the words leave his mouth. Bump into? Really? He practically bulldozed her.

But instead of being upset, she lets out a soft laugh.

“That certainly was the hardest push I’ve ever received!”

Clark’s heart stutters. She… wasn’t mad? This sweet woman standing in front of him wasn’t mad that he had so idiotically crashed into her, knocked over her equipment, stopped her work?

His nerves, frayed and exposed, ease ever so slightly. He spots her cap on the pavement and, in his usual clumsy manner, stumbles as he rushes to retrieve it.

Another laugh—a beautiful laugh—escapes her lips as she takes it from him, her fingers briefly brushing his.

Up close, he notices the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine lingering around her—sweet, just like her. But then, something else catches his eye. A scratch on her cheek, no doubt from the fall.

Before he even thinks, his hand reaches out, fingertips grazing her skin.

“I—I’m so, so sorry—”

His words vanish, thoughts evaporating the second she gently places her much smaller, surprisingly cold hand over his.

She. was. touching. his. hand.

BEEP BEEP!

The blaring car horn jolts them both. For a moment there, time had frozen, the world had melted away, and they had forgotten everything—including the massive traffic jam forming around them.

“Oh! Oh my!”

She chuckles, flustered, before swiftly gathering her equipment and bringing her whistle to her lips, effortlessly resuming her job.

“I really am sorry,” Clark tries again, guilt twisting in his chest. “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s fine, Superman.” Her voice is gentle, yet composed, cutting off his nervous rambling. “Be on your way now. I’m sure you’ve got your hands full.”

He nods quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, right… I should go. But, uh—this might be weird, and sudden, and maybe a little out of line, but—” He exhales sharply, steeling himself. “Would you let me take you out for coffee sometime? Maybe?”

His heart thumps. Hard. Too bold. Way too bold. But he also knew he needed to try. To let go, even just a little. And right now, with a woman like her in front of him, he couldn’t let the moment slip.

“I…” Her lips part, then curl into a small, shy smile. “Yeah.” A nervous chuckle escapes her. “I’d like that, Superman.”

BEEP BEEP!

Another honk. Another impatient driver.

Clark barely registers it—his head is too busy spinning, his heart too busy soaring.

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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—❝LITTLE MIƧƧ ACTIVIST!❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, new hero!reader au, fluff + angst (n comfort), 3k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 he knows all too well what it is like to feel like you don't fit it.

This felt so... wrong. Everything and everyone around ___ was just so frustrating, so difficult to deal with.

She had been an activist for as long as she could remember, fighting for what she believed in. But everything changed when she became a hero.

For better or worse? She wasn’t sure. No—oh great, Starfire just burned another tree down. Just perfect. Yeah, definitely worse.

Time and time again, this path hurt. It pulled at her, tore at her, like two different people were fighting for control inside her body.

One part of her—the old her—was someone who spent hours protesting, climbing trees to protect them, boycotting inhumane brands, and helping the vulnerable.

The other—the hero—was someone who saw, day in and day out, just how much destruction heroes left behind in their wake.

She knew her thoughts must have been tiring to others. Maybe even annoying. But she didn’t care. They weren’t her, and she wasn’t them. No one had the right to tell her how to feel about this.

Still, she could only bite her tongue for so long.

During a mission, Beast Boy casually tossed a used water bottle onto the street.

She hesitated, not wanting to sound like a nag. So instead, she simply picked it up, intending to throw it in a trash can.

Then she heard Garfield chuckle.

"Are you our new teammate or the trashman, newbie?"

Ouch.

Even the other Titans fell silent at the remark.

Her fingers clenched around the plastic, her vision burning. She didn’t dare look at any of them. She was too close to breaking.

So she walked away.

She hadn’t planned to. It was an impulsive decision, but that was who she was—rash, reactive. Always ready to act against injustice, even before becoming a hero.

She kept walking until she reached a park bench and collapsed onto it. The moment she was alone, the tears came. She hated this—hated feeling weak, hated that everything was finally catching up to her. The pressure of expectations, the weight of two halves of herself pulling in opposite directions.

It felt suffocating.

Like the disappointment she had seen in her parents’ eyes when she struggled to balance school and activism. The kind of disappointment that didn’t hurt physically but cut so much deeper.

A shiver ran down her spine as something cold wrapped around her from behind.

Whack!

On instinct, she swung back, landing a solid smack on whoever had just grabbed her.

"Damian?!" Her eyes widened.

"Oh my God, I’m so—"

"No, I deserved that," he admitted, rubbing his arm. "I came after you... I just didn’t know how to approach you."

Her chest tightened.

She hadn’t expected anyone to follow her. Least of all Damian.

She couldn’t stop the fresh wave of tears that spilled over, but this time, he was ready. He pulled her into another hug, and she let herself sink into it, gripping onto him like she might fall apart otherwise.

"There’s nothing wrong with being someone who picks up trash," she mumbled, voice still thick with emotion.

"That’s a decent, respectable job."

Damian huffed a small laugh.

"That’s not funny—"

"I know."

He tilted her chin up, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. His green eyes searched hers, steady and unreadable.

"I’ve noticed how much you’ve been pushing yourself, ___," he murmured.

"Stepping out of your comfort zone. Going against things you once believed in."

His hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.She held his gaze, her breath catching.

"It’s admirable," he continued, voice softer now. "And... I understand more than you think."

She swallowed hard.

She barely knew Damian. Out of all the Titans, he was the most closed off.

Yet here he was. In a park. In the middle of the night. Holding her. Comforting her.

Was it always this warm at this time of year?

Her voice wavered slightly when she spoke. "Meaning...?"

He exhaled, thumb brushing over her cheek like he was afraid she might break.

"Meaning I’ve been where you are," he admitted. "I know what it’s like to feel like an outsider. To think that no matter what you do, you’ll never truly fit in."

His voice dipped lower, carrying something raw beneath it.

"And it hurt deeply. I rejected those who tried to help me because they were different, yet I embraced the pain from others simply because they were my familiars."

The air between them felt heavy—not with awkwardness, but with something deeper. It was as if their hearts had silently intertwined, speaking in a language beyond words. The weight of unspoken emotions filled the space between them, their rapid beats echoing a conversation only they could understand.

She felt it. The way her heartbeat stumbled, the way something in her chest tightened painfully.

And she could feel his too. Beating, racing—just like hers.

The silence between them was fragile, delicate, like the moment might shatter if either of them spoke.

With one arm dropping to his side, the other wraps itself around her shoulder in a gentle side hug.

"Let’s go get some dumplings," he murmured. "There’s a Chinatown nearby. The vendors stay open late."

Slowly, she let herself relax against him, nodding.

"Okay," she whispered. "Let’s get some pho."

As they walked along the cobblestone streets, ___ let out a quiet giggle.

His cheeks kind of look like dumplings…

She bit her lip to suppress her laughter, but Damian caught it anyway.

His gaze flickered toward her. "What’s so funny?"

She shook her head, smiling to herself.

"Nothing," she said softly. "I’m just really excited for the food."

Damian narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. But he let it go, walking just a little closer to her as they made their way down the dimly lit street.

And for the first time in a long time, ___ felt like maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t so alone after all.

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

alsooo BB would NEVA be like this. I just needed a "bad guy" for the story :)👌🏻

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—❝LO۷ESTⱤUCK FAN❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 now that you've started accepting fan mail, damian jumps at the chance to send you something (though, honestly, he’d send himself if he could). pt 2 of "unexpected crush?!" (@liabiamiakiawia hope you like it 🫶🏻) pt 3.

No. Freaking. Way.

Was this a dream? A hallucination? Some cruel trick of the mind?

There was no way she actually posted her address. But as he blinked at the screen, rereading the words for the hundredth time, the reality hit him like a Batarang to the chest:

"Accepting fan gifts/letters! Address & city number: xxxxx. Can't wait to see what my luvies gift me :)"

His heart stopped. Then restarted at double the speed.

He. Was. Ecstatic.

Well—ecstatic in a very Damian Wayne, son of an assassin and the Dark Knight, kind of way.

A normal person might be pacing, grinning, maybe even screaming into a pillow. But Damian? He just sat there, staring at the screen, his grip tightening on his phone as his brain raced a thousand miles per second.

This was huge. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The only chance he’d ever have to send her something, something meaningful—something that would make her smile.

Immediately, he started skimming through her videos, mind buzzing with possibilities. What did she like? What did she need? What could he give her that would stand out from the rest?

Something perfect. It had to be perfect.

After intense (possibly obsessive) research, he finally settled on three things:

1. A Beauty of Joseon skincare set—not that a face as flawless as hers needed skincare. If anything, the skincare needed her.

2. A cute hairclip set—he remembered her gushing over some in a video. Hers were old, but she hated overconsumption, always mindful of her brand collaborations (another thing about her that made his heart do weird things: her caringness for the planet).

3. Some top-tier Chinese makeup—only the best for her.

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he saw the total.Just a casual $1K. Nothing much for a Wayne.

Then again… if she asked, he'd get her the moon and stars. Nothing was ever too much for her. Ever.

By the time he finalized his list, it was nearly noon. And by the time he finished hunting everything down in-store, it was noon.

Now, back in his room, Damian sat cross-legged on his floor, staring at the disaster zone of wrapping paper around him.

He exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling up as he crumpled yet another piece of pink wrapping paper—now a casualty of way too much tape—and chucked it aside.

This was so new to him. He barely ever gave gifts, and even when he did, Alfred was the one who wrapped them.

With a sigh, Damian pulled out his phone and searched, How to wrap gifts (EASY and pretty).

Following the tutorial with painstaking precision, his thoughts started to wander.

It wasn’t like he was an idiot. After a full week of stubborn denial, he’d finally accepted it—he had a crush. A real, actual crush on a girl he’d never even met.

And honestly? That annoyed him. Apparently, there was some illness where people obsessed over their favorite celebrities or internet personalities.

But he wasn’t sick! Sure, there were plenty of things wrong with him—a packaged deal that came with being the son of his parents—but this? This wasn’t an obsession. And he was definitely not a stalker.

He just... really liked this girl.

Pausing mid-task, he set down the half-wrapped package and reached for a pen and paper.

"Dear ___,My name is Damian Wayne. I'm a teen from Gotham..."

Hours passed—writing, re-writing, crumpling papers, fixing the bow on the package that would soon be crossing oceans.

Finally, Damian collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He sighed.

Please let this work.

Sitting up, he picked up the now perfectly wrapped gift box, his fingers absentmindedly tracing along the frilly bow.

And then, without thinking, he brought the box to his lips, pressing a light kiss against it.

Oh. Oh.

A wave of déjà vu hit him— reminding him of the air-kiss he tried to catch through his laptop screen a week prior.

For a second, he just sat there, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips before he scoffed softly at himself.

Damian Wayne had officially lost. He liked her. Like liked her.

And now, all he could do was hope—pray—that this box, this dumb little package of gifts, would somehow, someway, connect them.

Maybe. Just maybe. Something real would come out of this stupid crush.

"Tch… emotions suck."

He laughed under his breath, though there was no real bite to his words.

Setting the package on his bedside table, he turned off the light and crawled into bed.

Tomorrow, he’d send it.

And then? He’d wait.

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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

⟡ - angst . ♡ - fluff . ⟡♡ - angst to fluff . ♡⟡ - fluff to angst

— ۶ৎ DETECTIVE COMICS

bruce wayne

the lovely maid 2 ♡

bruce absolutely does not have a crush on his employee. nope. not at all. or at least… that’s what he keeps telling himself—over and over—whenever she smiles at him like that.

damian wayne

unexpected crush?! 2 3 4 5 ♡

the young hero finds himself smitten over a girl he doesn't even know except through a screen

little miss activist! ⟡♡

he knows all too well what it is like to feel like you don't fit it.

jason todd

sugar, yes please! ⟡♡

jason marrying the love of his life—you :)

his wife ⟡♡

jason's wife taking care of his adoptive brother + jason being himself

clark kent

crash landing into you ♡

love at first sight (crash).

wally west

messy morning ⟡♡

after reader gets her period unexpectedly, she worries how her loving boyfriend of one and a half years will react to the stain left on the sheet and mattress of his bed.

— ۶ৎ HARRY POTTER

theodore nott

tombed ⟡

being theodore nott's girlfriend during the wizarding war.

— ۶ৎ . . .

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giddy feeling damian wayne x female reader

his wife jason todd x female reader

suds n' sweetness bruce wayne x female reader

tombed theodore nott x female reader

messy morning wally west x female reader

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—❝S∪GAƦ, YES PLEASE!❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 jason todd x fem!reader, bride/wifey!reader au, tooth rotting fluff (+ a teeny tiny bit of angst), songfic (bc i'm high-key a sucker for them), 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 jason marrying the love of his life—you :)

[I'm hurting, baby, I'm broken down. I need your lovin', lovin', I need it now.]

The man Jason used to be before he met her and the man standing at the altar now were two entirely different people. Before, he was hardened, broken, convinced he was beyond saving. After the resurrection, he had been nothing more than a shell of himself—no longer the sweet, happy Robin. But then she came into his life, and piece by piece, she put him back together. Every time she was near, she picked up his shattered remains, healing him in ways he never thought possible. She became the guardian angel his 15-year-old self had desperately needed.

Now, standing at the altar, waiting for her, Jason felt something foreign yet familiar—hope.

[When I'm without ya, I'm something weak. You got me beggin', beggin', I'm on my knees.]

The weight of the moment pressed down on him. Everyone’s eyes were on him—it was expected, of course, he was the groom. But Jason had never liked being in the spotlight. His heart pounded against his ribs, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wasn’t nervous about marrying her—that was the one thing he was sure of—but the anticipation, the sheer magnitude of what was about to happen, sent his nerves into overdrive.

Then, the music changed. A hush fell over the room.

And as Jason lifted his head, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was.

Walking toward him, down the long white aisle, looking every bit like the angel she had always been to him. His knees nearly buckled. Was it the nerves? Or was it the sight of her—the woman who would soon be his wife?

Both. It was both. And for her, Jason would go to his knees all over again.

[I don't wanna be needing your love. I just wanna be deep in your love.]

The Jason before her had been defensive, guarded, unwilling to let anyone in. No matter how sweet she was, he had fought against needing her—whether because he felt too broken, too unworthy, or simply too afraid to be vulnerable.

But as she walked toward him now, memories of her flooded his mind.

The first time they met—her tumbling into him, muddy and scraped up from roller-skating straight into his path. Jason had barely had time to register what had happened before he was on his knees, making sure she was okay.

Their first date—her in a sundress that made her glow like the sun itself, laughing as she compared them to mismatched socks. "We're like a perfect pair!" she'd said. He hadn't known if it was the way she made imperfection seem beautiful or the way she so easily called them a couple, but his knees had felt weak even then.

Jason had once told himself he didn't want to need her love. But he had missed the memo—his heart had already been deep in her love from the first moment he saw her. And for the first time since his resurrection, Jason Todd didn’t mind needing someone else.

[And it's killing me when you're away, ooh, baby.]

As she reached him, he took her hands in his, steadying both her and himself. Another memory surfaced.

Jason, exhausted, dragging himself home after another brutal night of crime-fighting. His body ached, his mind was drained, and his soul felt heavier than ever. But when he opened the door to his apartment, warmth wrapped around him like a long-lost embrace.

The fire crackled softly in the dim room, the smell of roasted beef lingering in the air. And then, there she was. Smiling at him, eyes full of love. A moment later, she was in his arms.

"I got off early from nursing school," she had said, as if those simple words weren’t everything.

But they were everything.

Jason had never realized just how much he needed her—how much he hated being away from her—until that moment.

[Cause I don't really care where you are. I just wanna be there where you are.]

Now, in the present, Jason’s cold hands enveloped hers, his world narrowing to just her. The nervousness, the crowd, the weight of all the eyes watching—it all disappeared.

And then, finally, his lips met hers. A kiss filled with love, devotion, and every spoken and unspoken vow in his heart.

It didn’t matter where they were—in his tiny apartment, feeding ducks by the river, ice skating (and failing miserably), or lost in a crowd larger than Gotham itself.

Jason didn’t care.

As long as he was wherever she was, that was enough.

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— ❝THE LOᐯELY MᗩID❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 bruce wayne x fem!reader, maid!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 bruce absolutely does not have a crush on his employee. nope. not at all. or at least… that’s what he keeps telling himself—over and over—whenever she smiles at him like that. pt 2.

He's captivated. There's no other way to explain it.

Captivated by the sweet woman in front of him—the one serving dinner to his family and him. The same woman he originally hired to assist his aging butler, Alfred.

This was unlike him. Bruce Wayne, a 35-year-old billionaire, didn’t do crushes. Sure, he’d had his fair share of fleeting affections, even pursued a few women in his younger years. But that was before. Now, nearing forty, he had no business developing feelings—especially not for her.

"Mr. Wayne?"

"Huh?"His head jerks up so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash, instantly focusing on the source of that soft, melodic voice.

The young maid blinks at his reaction, her brows lifting slightly before she smiles—polite, composed. She gestures toward his untouched plate.

"Your supper is getting cold, Mr. Wayne."

Oh dear heavens—or whatever’s up there—Her voice, her gestures, her kindness, her grace. Everything about her is just—And her smile! God—everything about her is—

"Stop ogling the maid, father. Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Damian’s voice cuts through his thoughts like a blade.

Bruce barely has time to register the words before his eyes find her again—this time, assisting Tim, carefully slicing a piece of bread for him.

The tenderness in her actions makes something tighten in his chest. He forces himself to breathe, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as he finally picks up his fork and eats.

"Is the food to everyone's liking?" she asks, scanning the room.

The family responds with nods, murmured approvals, and a few hums of agreement. She turns back to Bruce then, and when their eyes meet—

ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum

His heartbeat stutters.Her expression is warm, her gaze unwavering. It’s as if the world slows for a moment, like she’s silently pulling him in, like—

"Mr. Wayne? All done? How was supper?"

"Huh—? Oh! Yeah, yeah, supper was amazing, doll—Dear! I mean dear... It was, uh—fantastic."

Stop talking. Stop rambling. Just smile, Bruce. Act normal.

She blushes. Just slightly. But it’s enough to make his heart hammer against his ribs. Was it because of the way he’d called her doll? Or was she just being polite?

He wants to believe the former. But doubt seeps in, as it always does. Because he could read people—always had, ever since childhood. He could pick apart a liar, a manipulator, a fraud, all with a single glance. But her?

She was a mystery. No matter how simple or complex her actions were, he couldn’t read her.

And that terrified him.

Because every time he thought, Maybe she likes me, too, logic would intervene, reminding him of the facts. Why would a woman like her ever look at me that way if I weren’t her employer?

"Mr. Wayne, I’d appreciate some help carrying the dishes to the sink."

Her voice yanks him from his thoughts, and he’s grateful for it.

He clears his throat, nodding as he stands. Without thinking, he starts stacking plates, piling them into an unstable tower.

He lifts it, wobbling slightly—

She reaches out to steady it.

"No, no—I got it all under control. T’his is all easy peasy lemon squeezy!"

What the hell did he just say?

Bruce cringes so hard he wants the earth to swallow him whole. He quickly turns, marching toward the kitchen before he embarrasses himself further.

Behind him, his four sons watch in varying degrees of amusement.

"Huh..." Jason mutters, raising an eyebrow as he plucks a toothpick from the table.

That alone is enough to make Dick snort, nodding in agreement.

"Is Bruce—"

"In love? Probably," Damian interjects flatly, wiping his hands with a sanitary wipe.

"Father’s behavior is completely illogical. That is the only reasonable explanation."

Tim doesn’t say much. He only shrugs—but there’s a knowing smile on his lips as he glances toward the archway, where Bruce and their maid have disappeared.

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— ❝UNEXPECTEƊ CᖇᑌSH?!❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 teen titan!damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 the young hero finds himself smitten over a girl he doesn't even know except through a screen. pt. 2

why on earth was damian—yes, damian wayne—watching a girl do her skincare routine on his laptop at three in the morning?

the answer was simple: he had just returned from patrolling, and his favorite youtuber had posted a new video. since she lived on a different continent, it was daytime for her, so there was nothing strange about her uploading at this hour.

that’s it. that’s his reasoning. that’s the explanation.

damian wasn’t exactly the most social person. he had the titans and his family, but he preferred to keep to himself. he was a bit of a loner, spending most of his time alone, away from others.

his life had become a repetitive cycle: wake up, train, interact briefly, save people, sleep. over time, it had started to feel monotonous, almost boring.

one day, while browsing online, damian stumbled upon the channel of a small youtuber with around 30k subscribers. she did makeup tutorials and vlogs, and something about her intrigued him. growing up under the strict care of his mother and grandfather, he had never indulged in things like tv or youtube. in their eyes, those were distractions from his training.

it wasn’t until one of his first missions with the titans that he truly understood how different his life was compared to theirs. when beast boy suggested a movie night, damian was stunned. a movie night? didn’t they need to get to bed early, wake up at the crack of dawn, and train with master shifu to become the next dragon warrior?!—

back to the present. damian sank into his chair, a bowl of chips in one hand and a coke in the other (another habit he picked up from beast boy). he clicked play, and your bright, welcoming smile appeared on the screen as the intro started.

wow. just wow.

you were stunning. bare-faced, wearing a warm, kind smile, and cute pins holding your hair back as you did your skincare routine and prepared your face for a new makeup look. where should he focus first? that cute mole on the side of your face, the one he had noticed right away in your first video? or the adorable eye bags, a clear sign of sleepless nights from working late (you mentioned it in your community forum after fans expressed concern for your health)? or perhaps the faint smile lines, suggesting you smiled often and were genuinely happy? (he hoped you were, anyway.)

damian’s eyes followed every movement, every change in your expression as you unboxed a new makeup product. the way your eyes lit up with excitement, the small gasps of joy as you showed the camera the cute items you had received.

god… he would send you a dozen makeup products, whatever you liked or wanted. if only you had a public wish list or your address was easy to find. he’d figure it out eventually.

there was no question about it—damian was smitten. but it left him feeling uneasy. how could he like someone he didn’t even know? sure, he’d studied your videos and analyzed your personality (okay, maybe overanalyzed), but that was it. he wasn’t the type to feel like this. he had never been one for crushes or infatuation—his focus was always on his duties as a young hero.

so why did he feel this way? why did watching you on his screen make his tiring day feel a little brighter? why did his heart race, almost like it was about to leap out of his chest? this was ridiculous, even to him.

why did he like you? was it the change you brought to his otherwise repetitive life? the comfort? he probably would never know the answer—and he was too afraid to even try to find out.

as the video ended, you blew a kiss to the camera. without thinking, damian’s hand moved to “catch” it. wait—huh? he stared at his hand, dumbfounded, before quickly lowering it back to his side. he opened the forgotten coke, took a sip, and tried to calm his nerves. wait—what?! he was trying to calm his nerves with a sugary drink at almost four in the morning...?

that was it. it was official. damian wayne had completely lost it. shutting the laptop, he went to bed immediately.

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