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Sleepover~

Damian wayne x Besfriends! Crush!Reader

The door to his room creaks open, head poking through with hairs sticking in all directions—which is normally a sign of a good sleep, but in your defense it wasn’t, it was a sleepless night for you. You’re wearing nothing but a thin black top, straps too loose as they fall of your shoulder and long blue fluffy night pants —with the nightwing logo (the same ones that Damian told you not to bring over his home if you were going to spend the night) you spot his sleeping figure on his bed—Damian breathes out his nose loudly, hearing the soft footsteps as they draw closer to his bed. You lean over, eyes tracing every soft feature on his face.

He looks more at peace that way.

“I know you're awake…” You whisper, a soft but tired smile forming on your face as you watch him open his eyes slowly. It takes a few seconds for him to adjust before he’s glaring up at you.

“I recall you telling me you are never a morning person” he lets out an irritated sigh, pushing himself up with his elbow “but here you are in my bedroom—wide awake, annoying me before the sun can”

“I couldn’t sleep….” You say, stretching with your arms up as you groan. “I don’t like the quietness….it makes me feel nervous.” You let your arms fall to your side.

“Oh, how unfortunate” Damian mocks, laying his head back down onto his silk cover pillows, Green eyes staring at his dull ceiling. You grow quiet—Damian takes a small glance at you, watching as your eyes wander to every corner of his bedroom. “Do we have anything planned for today? I assume there are a few places you would like to go instead of being inside all day”

“I like being inside, your house has a movie room, game room, and a pool” You yawn softly “All it’s missing is a food court and then I’ll never leave”

Damian rubs his eyes with the ball of his palm letting out a soft yawn as well “….I’m sure there’s something you would like to do”

He watches you think for a moment, before shrugging down “ can’t think of anything…..Scoot over and we can think of things to do, I’m starting to get a little cold”

Before he can object you pull the covers up slightly and slither into the other side of his bed. With a small sigh of relief, you pull the covers over your shoulders. Damian stays quiet, watching your every move. He can feel his heartbeat increase and he hates it. You turn to your side to face him and Damian does the same thing.

Your eyes grow tired the moment your head hits his pillow, and with another yawn “you’re bed is much more comfortable than the guest bed, we might need to switch spots the next time I spend the night….”

‘Or maybe you two can share a bed instead’

He lets out a hum, his eyes staring into yours. A few minutes go by and he’s the first one to break it “You’re usually never this quiet….”

“ ‘M tried” you slur out and Damian noticed the way you struggle to keep your own eyes open. He lifts himself up slightly, glancing over you to stare at the lock on his nightstand that reads 4:48. It hasn’t even been a full two hours since he’s gotten back from patrol.

“Let’s start by sleeping in for a few more hours” he murmurs softly “It's a Saturday and I don’t have patrol until Sunday night.”

He hears you hum, breath slowly evening out “That’s probably the bestest idea you have ever had since I’ve met you”

You giggle softly, snuggling closer to his pillow. Within seconds you're out like a light. Damian shakes his head softly with a soft smile, pulling his covers up to your shoulders to keep you warm. He follows your even breathing soon after.

His brothers would probably find you in his bed later and he’ll never hear the end of it……but that’s future him's problem.

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kori and dick will always be endgame to me

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I think it’s time to change my blog again. Leave the green and ‘gold’ behind. I kind wanna starting writing for other characters—but trust Damian will still be my go to character to write about (if i actually stick to my plans)

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you don't know how excited i got when you reposted this fic. 🥀🥀🥀

ITS SO GOOD I LOVE IT

papá me want more!😤😤

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Ughhhh tears in my Latina eyes

𐔌 ⋮ “She loves what makes her suffer.”

— or, Damian's habibti who's is allergic to flowers, and Damian Wayne commits an act of devotion anyway

She loves flowers.

She says it like a confession, every time.

“I know they make me sneeze,” she’ll murmur, eyes watering, “but look at this one. Isn’t she so pretty?”

She’ll cradle a daisy like a holy relic. Brush her fingers reverently across petals in the florist shop window, sighing like she’s greeting old friends. Her voice goes soft around the names of them — freesia, peony, jasmine. Like each one is a poem she’s memorized in another life.

And then she’ll sneeze.

Violently.

Five times in a row.

Damian once watched her nearly pass out because she insisted on keeping a bouquet of lilacs in her room for “vibe purposes.” Alfred had to intervene.

It makes no logical sense.

Why would someone adore something that actively harms them?

He tells her so.

“You know you’re allergic,” he says one day, watching her hold a wildflower with tears in her eyes and blotchy cheeks.

She beams. “But they’re so hopeful, Damian. Like tiny living declarations of beauty for no reason.”

He squints. “That’s irrational.”

“That’s romantic.”

“They make your throat close.”

“They make my heart open.”

He almost chokes on the sheer emotional recklessness of it.

That night, Damian goes to the greenhouse behind the Manor.

The one Cass tends to like it’s her sanctuary.

He enters with surgical gloves and no expectations.

He leaves three hours later, covered in dirt, vaguely pissed off, and carrying a seed catalogue.

Two weeks pass.

She doesn’t hear much from him — patrols, League interference, Bat drama. She doesn’t push. He’s not much of a texter, anyway. But when she rounds the corner into the Wayne Manor west wing one afternoon, Alfred gently guides her to a door she’s never seen before.

“Master Damian asked me to escort you,” the old man says with a subtle smile.

“…To a horror movie set?”

Alfred simply opens the door.

Inside — is a room.

Not large. Not ornate.

But it glows.

The walls are covered in soft white drapes. Fairy lights snake across the ceiling in warm lines. A low wooden bench sits in the center, surrounded by pots of—

“Wait,” she breathes.

There are flowers.

Everywhere.

Lilies. Marigolds. Poppies. Violets. Not a single one real — but perfect. Crafted from fabric, glass, paper, even delicate origami. Each one clearly made by hand. Folded and cut and painted with so much care her knees go weak.

She touches one. Petals like satin. No pollen. No sneezing.

There’s a small tag attached to the nearest pot.

“They won't hurt you. But they’re still yours.” — D.W.

She spins around— And he’s there. In the doorway. Arms folded. Face impassive.

“I had to study seven different origami guides,” he mutters, clearly embarrassed. “And burn the tips of my fingers with glue four times.”

“You made these?”

He shrugs.

Her heart squeezes like a vice.

“You made these.”

“I logically deduced that the artificial replicas were the safest way to approximate the aesthetic effect without the accompanying allergic reaction.”

“Damian.”

His jaw twitches.

She crosses the room slowly, stopping just in front of him.

“I love them.”

“I know.”

“No, like—this is insane. You folded an entire bouquet of calla lilies.”

“I had blueprints. Cass helped with the iris. Hers looked better.”

She cups his face before he can duck away. Holds it in her hands like something sacred.

“Say it again.”

“…Cass helped with the—?”

“No. The other thing.”

His throat bobs. He looks away.

“I know,” he says again. Quieter this time. “I know you love them. I wanted you to have something beautiful that doesn’t punish you for wanting it.”

Her eyes sting. (Not from allergies this time.)

“Damian.”

He finally looks at her.

And then—

She kisses him.

Soft. Certain. Like pressing her lips to the quietest part of his soul.

Later, the Batfam finds out.

Because of course they do.

Jason walks in and sees the room. Stops dead. Blinks. “Yo, who built an allergy-safe fairy cottage in here?”

Stephanie gasps so hard she chokes. “Did Damian Wayne do a Pinterest project?!”

Tim silently walks in, takes one look, and walks right back out. “I can’t. I’m gonna cry. I have midterms. I can’t process this.”

Dick just grins. Grins.

“Little D made a flower garden for his girl. Guys. He’s in love.” He turns to Damian, who looks like he’d rather spontaneously combust. “Tell me you at least kissed her in here.”

Damian doesn’t answer.

But She walks in wearing a flower clip in her curls made from folded gold paper, smiling like she carries the sun in her chest.

So yeah.

They know.

The room stays.

Sometimes Cass sits in there and folds more blooms. Sometimes she brings music and sings while paints new petals.

Sometimes Damian just… sits in silence. Watching the light shift across the room he built for a girl who loves the very thing that makes her suffer.

He doesn’t believe in many things.

But he believes in her.

And now— She has flowers that never make her cry. Only smile.

And that’s all he ever wanted.

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Marvel rivaled so hard I hear “feel the wrath of the goddess!” And I run away 😟🫩

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He’s so tired.

But he fights it.

And all you can do is watch, worried. Watching—as he swings his wooden katana through the air, hitting the practice dummy repeatedly. Over time you notice his attack becomes sloppy—and he doesn’t see, whether it’s from the lack of sleep or the lack of thought, everybody in the batcave notices.

“How long has it been?” You mumble. Bruce stands tall beside you, eyeing his son with nothing but concern written all over his face. You’re sitting on a signaler step—knees pulled to your chest with your chin propped up against it, He takes a glance down at you—but you don’t bat an eye. Too afraid to take your eyes off the sleep-deprived Wayne.

“A week. Maybe even two” he huffs out. “He won’t listen to us but He’ll listen to you.”

“I know” you huff out, pushing yourself up from your spot on the ground. For a moment you think of a way to get him out of the bat-cave and into his bedroom.

“Damiannnnnnn~” you drag out his name, despite not batting an eye at you he still responds wholeheartedly.

“Yes, beloved?” He grunts out, you frown tugging at the hem of your shirt, thinking once more before you open your mouth with a sigh. Finding no excuse that would work.

“I think it’s time for a break,” you say—eyes linger on his back, eyeing every muscle as he flexes. “You’ve been at it for a while now and I don’t think I’ve seen you sleep for more than an hour”

“I’m perfectly fine” he grunts out, eyes trained on the dummy as he takes a stance ready to swing again—waiting for you to take your spot on the steps, away from him.

He hears a heavy tired sigh come from you. “No—No you’re not Damian. You’ve been at it for days and your swings are starting to get sloppy, you need rest.”

“Y/n-“

“No Damian, I don’t wanna hear ‘oh I need to get stronger’” you mimic his voice roughly to which he glares at you for it “ just a few hours of sleep and I’ll let you go back to beating the shit out of that poor dummy

You hold out your pinky towards him, he raises a brow, without hesitation he links his own pinky with yours “promise?”

“When have I ever broken a promise?”

Never, he thinks to himself. Even when he’s breaking multiple himself you still seem to always keep yours.

He lets you drag him back up to his room, the others watching with nothing but a relieved look on their faces. You dragged him up to his room—pushing him into his bathroom claiming that you would not get into bed with him when he smelled like death.

Damian takes a little longer in the shower than he normally does, washing away the aches in his body with hot water running down his skin. You lay on his bed, patiently waiting for him. Humming a soft tune to keep you awake as you stare up at his plain white ceiling. The door opens with a soft ‘creek’ sound, alarming you slightly as you turn your head to the side. Damian comes out with black sweatpants on and a towel draped over his shoulders, looking a bit better than before and smelling much nicer.

“Ah, there you are” you hum, holding yourself up with your elbows pushed up against the soft mattress “I was starting to think you fell asleep in the bathtub”

He rolls his eyes softly, a soft smile painting his lips “I’m not you my love”

“That was one time!” You puff your cheeks out, remembering that ONE time you so happened to fall asleep in his bathtub “beside I had a very rough day.”

He lets out a soft hum eyeing your every move—watching as you excitedly jump off his bed, pulling his soft blankets from their neatness and getting in the covers. You move around a bit until you find a comfortable spot on your side. As you face your lover you open your arms with a smile.

“A few hours,” he says, a reminder not directed to you but more to himself. The towel on his shoulders is long gone by the time he gets into his covers, head placed under your chin and arms wrapped around your waist protectively.

Your leg is thrown over his hip and your arms are wrapped around his shoulders softly. “A few hours,” you say “I’ll wake you up in a few, promise”

He hums against your chest, enjoying your warmth as he closes his eyes. Damian the blood-born boy raised by his mother as an assassin and then later raised by his father as a sidekick, who has more blood on his hands than anybody else—now sleeps soundly in your arms in less than ten minutes. The soft beating of your own heart puts him to sleep.

Damian knows you won’t ever break a promise, but this promise is just something you can’t keep, and it keeps him sleeping longer than he originally planned.

If it means keeping him in bed longer than he anticipated, keeping him from destroying his sanity then the soft nag you’ll get from him once he wakes up is so worth it.

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This job has me fucked up cause why are we doing a collab with takis??? Girl this is a Wendy’s what do they know about hot Cheetos 😭

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Please post something i miss your oneshots so much 😭😭😭😭😭

IM ON IT!! 😫😫😫😫🥳🥳🥳🥳

I’ve been working on two little oneshot back and forth actually. I’ve just been busy with work bc I asked for more hours and days 🙁🙁

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Sighhhhhhhh……..

LMFAO there's a super popular batfam x reader writer who thinks this btw!! Stay safe y'all and Fuck Trump !!!

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so sorry about that ai girl ml. your blog was the first i read when i first joined tumblr and it’s evident to anyone how passionate you are about your writing! i’ll defend you with my life.

OML THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!😘😘😘

Honestly if it did end up making another list, and I was put on there then it was VERY clear she’s just pulling shit out its ass.

Imagine if she comes back next week with a list😦😭

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Clearly wasn’t focusing on it if she’s over here struggling to come up with evidence to back up her claim of people who ‘used’ AI.

I told her it wasn’t to late to change her degree😙

AI list part two?

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Guys if I end up on that AI list. It’s not because I use AI, it’s bc I’m poking the bear 😔

Shes very Racist by the way!😦

A huge red flag, don’t listen to a single word she says.

Lowkey she might be jealous of everybody’s fantastic writing!

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they need to leave and never come back 😒

AI list part two?

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Speaking of AI

Why tf does my job have an AI voice to take somebody’s order????

Like we don’t need it. We had it for two days and it’s making our jobs so much worse than it already is 😭

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Well????

📌 For those of you curious who helped @ vintagedressesandfilms with this stupid witch hunt…

If you’re going to publicly accuse authors of using AI without any proof, and contribute to a list that resulted in multiple writers deactivating their blogs, causing mental distress, and slander their names then you shouldn’t get your usernames blurred-out.

You made yourselves part of this, through encouragement and suggestions.

So let’s be transparent, shall we?

@ kitkatscabinet

@ baby-banana

@ s1llysw1rls

@ marinersapartmentc0mplex

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My Damian Wayne x Crush!Best friend reader is now back 😋😋