Oh I Didn’t Know He Was Gay, Good For Him

DAMiAn!! I need DAMIAN

ok so for this i’m actually thinking about possibly rewriting Love and War a bit and turing it into a proper series. the original plan was to make it a one/two-shot but it’s really fun to write and i have tons of ideas so i might adjust the pacing and make it multiple chapters with a real plot and stuff

what do you guys think i should do???

Incoherent WandaVision spoilers

No one:

Vision on gum: ✨ F L O U R I S H ✨

Not a soul:

Wanda: *domestic family fix-it fic*

Not even the commercial break people:

Agnes: I hate my husband <3

but like what even is the difference??? they smile at different angles and that’s it... idk man seems like the same thing to me

i’m going to bed that qualifies as self care because it’s before 3 am and i had like 2 cups of water today

i haven’t slept for five days, i’m currently half asleep, ignoring my maths teacher as she recites what seems like a foreign language used to summon the devil, finished four assignments with speed and i’m on my fifth cup of coffee and it’s only eight in the morning,,,,

i’m fine, thank you for asking!

you asked for an angst ask, is this enough angst for you?

so basically tim drake x reader where the reader is an vigilante who dies in tim’s arms 😌

Paring: Tim Drake x reader

Prompt: Prompt list ᜊ14-“Let. Me. Go.” “You know i can’t.”

Summery: When a mission goes wrong and your severely injured there’s nothing Tim can do to save you

Warnings: blood and gore, major character death, description of large wound, lots of blood, read at your own risk

A/N: i’ve been gone awhile but look i made you some content (Masterlist) i’m pretty sure i’m missing something but i can’t figure out what so if looks different from my other fics let me know

Word count: 2k

Too Little, Too Late

You were never supposed to be there. He warned you not to come but you never really listened to him anyway. He should have known it would take more to stop you.

It all started with the new drug going around. It gave the ultimate high with twice the mortality rate of any normal pill. Bodies were dropping quick and you wanted to do something about it. The plan was simple, first figure out where the drugs were coming from and second, stop it. Simple enough.

The only problem with your plan is that you were currently benched from the crime fighting scene. Apparently Batman's not a fan of teenage heroes who aren't the best at following orders, which was ironic considering how many he knew that fit that exact description. If you could just prove to him how good you were in the field he would let you fight. Right?

"You're not coming." Tim appeared at the door of your room. Of course he had already guessed your plan.

"Oh yeah? Who's gonna stop me," You shot back, stuffing your gear into a backpack. You still couldn't believe he was taking Bruce's side on this, he was supposed to be your wingman.

"This isn't safe," He stepped into the room. "It's not a game, there are consequences in the field."

"I know that Tim. I also know that I can save lives out there. I'm not some damsel in distress and I just need to prove it to him," You turned towards Tim with pleading eyes. He could stop you if he really wanted. You both knew it so your only option was to convince him not to.

He sighed and closed his eyes for a second before smiling slightly at you. "You're not gonna listen to anything i say are you?"

"You know me so well," You smiled innocently back at him. He would never be happy with your choice to fight but he wasn't going to get in your way which was more than enough for you.

"Alright, you win. I won't tell him you're coming but when he inevitably gets mad at you I'm not backing you up. Deal?" He stretched out his arm.

"Deal." You shook his hand with a wide grin on your face. Tim had been your best friend for years and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to be more than that. He was your whole world, the reason you became a vigilante. You would do anything for him no matter how dangerous or scary because you knew he would do the same for you.

That night, as promised, Tim didn't tell Bruce about your plan to upstage his raid. You got there earlier than them and found a comfortable spot on the adjacent roof to watch from. The drug runners had a 25 man operation, all of which were carrying some heavy duty guns and clearly didn't skip arm day.

"8 on the left side, 6 on the right. 2 guys by the door, 8 pacing and 1 giving orders. If I slip in through the back and work my way forward I should be able to get by. Plus if batsy gets here when he said he would i'll only be on my own for about 10 minutes. Oh yeah, it's all coming together," You smirked to yourself putting down your binoculars. 

Of course you knew you couldn't take them all but that wasn't the point. All you needed to do was prove your skills for a short amount of time. Simple, easy, foolproof.

You slipped off the roof and made your way around the building. The lock to the back door was easy enough to pick and you snuck inside unnoticed. The first 8 men were boxing up the drugs and the next 8 were carrying them to the trucks while the 6 were loading the crates onto the trucks.

Ducking behind one of the crates you prepared yourself for the brewing fight. You peaked over the edge to get one last look at the men when something caught your eye. Inside the box, underneath a large batch of the drugs was something that looked like a bluish sort of metal that definitely wasn't pills. You quietly pushed the pills over and saw underneath were at least 10 very big, very scary, and very not earth originated guns.

"Holy alien gun smugglers Batman," you mouthed the classic Robin catchphrase in disbelief. "They've got a crime ring, inside of a crime ring-" you ducked back behind the box. "That's genius! Why didn't I think of that," you muttered a bit too loud. The man closest to you stopped what he was doing and listened.

You held your hand over your mouth to mask the sound of your breathing. If he saw you all hell would break loose and you'd probably be shot long before you could get away. The plan wasn't exactly going how you wanted and on top of that Batman was early. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the familiar pointy shadow pass over head.

"oh fuck me," you groaned and jumped out from behind the crate to kick the gun from the mans hand. This was just the distraction Bruce needed to jump down and scare the shit out of everyone.

"Oh hey Batman. Fancy seeing you here." You called across the room while dodging a punch. The cheery upbeat comments during an intense fight were always your favorite part of the job because of the looks your opponents gave you. Whenever you brought out the vaguely threatening yet happy voice Tim would laugh and that made you laugh so it was a win-win situation for everyone.

"We'll talk about that later!" Bruce glared at you for a moment before returning to the fight.

The truck, which had almost every box loaded on it already, turned on and started to pull away with 7 people inside. Batman jumped on the back just before it could accelerate all the way. He was whisked away leaving you and Tim to finish up here. "Well that was rude, he could have-gagh hey watch it- at least said goodbye," You interrupted yourself when one man swung his knife towards you.

"You're lucky he didn't chew you out on the spot!" Tim called back while fighting off his own group of lackeys.

You dodged and punched and kicked but in your distraction you didn't notice one man go for the leftover boxes and pull out one of the shiny alien guns. He clearly didn't know what he was doing and started pressing buttons at random. The gun went off and a blast hit the wall shaking the whole building. Then he pointed the weapon at Tim and fired.

He didn't see it. He didn't know it was coming and he couldn't stop it but you could. You just needed to get to him before it did. Your legs moved on instinct well before your mind could do anything. You watched the blast in slow motion like a scene in a movie. You called to him and he turned but it wasn't enough to avoid the shot.

Gloved hands collided with the yellow emblem on his chest and you pushed. You saw the light of the blast reflecting in his mask. One second you were watching Tim fall down in front of you and the next you couldn't see anything at all. The steering pain ripped into your side and threw you into a wall.

The shock left you paralyzed on the ground gasping for air. You tried to move but the pain only got worse. You heard Tim yell for you but you didn't have the strength to do anything about it. He kicked the gun out of the man's hands and hit him over the head. The last two men used the opportunity to run out of the building.

Blood was pooling underneath you, soaking into your uniform and staining your skin. Tim sent a distress signal and rushed over to you. He knelt beside you and gently turned you towards him with a panicked expression across his face.

"You're okay, alright you're gonna be fine." The words tumbled out in a rush. Clearly he was trying to sound calm but he couldn't control the rising fear in his voice. He looked down at the bloody wound trying to gauge the damage.

You finally got somewhat control over your breathing, enough to talk at least. "I probably, fuc- can't donate my k-kidney after this, can I?" You laughed slightly before hissing in pain.

"Well your humor is unscathed I see," Tim riflled through his utility belt and brought out a few small pills. Pain killers would do little against the massive slash that stretched around your side but until Batman got back that it was all he could do. You were losing too much blood for him to move you on his own.

"Oh please, it'll take more than this to shut my jokes down," You smiled weakly. "I mean seriously, a mystery gash-" you winced "-from a weird alien gun? Child's play, I've had paper cuts worse than this." You were rambling now and Tim knew that you rambled when you were trying to distract him from something.

It's what you'd always done. Distraction was your specialty. You could always fix things with a witty joke and the dumb smile you knew he loved. You always knew when he was upset and you always knew what to say. You always had just the right snacks in your secret stash. You always made Gotham feel like a city worth saving just because you were in it. Tim couldn't imagine a world without you.

Even now with pain taking over your mind you were trying to make him feel better.

"Red, if he doesn't get back in time-" you tried to speak but he stopped you.

"No. Don't do that, don't you dare." He didn't look in your eyes.

"Don't be stubborn."

"You're gonna be fine." He stayed focused on stopping the blood. "We'll get you back and fix you up in time for those stupid Law and Order reruns you watch at 4 am. You're not going to die now, you can't. I won't let you." His voice was breaking and shaky.

"Tim," You reached up and turned his face towards yours. You took off his mask and saw the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes. "Let . Me. Go."

He took your mask off as well. "You know I can't."

"I don't think it's your choice anymore."

The spots lining your vision got bigger, taking over your eyes. Your mind was racing and yet you couldn't hold on to any thoughts. A weird calm came over you, you still could feel the wound but it was also sort of numb. Tim's voice was more distant. You knew he was saying something, calling to you, but the words were blurry and then they just stopped

Tim didn't remember when exactly you had died. All he remembered was the way your eyes stopped moving and your chest stilled. He knew you were gone but he still didn't move from your side. Eventually Batman came back and found him holding you. Somehow Dick ended up there as-well and the two of them managed to get Tim home.

He barely talked or ate or even moved for 4 whole days. The next thing he remembered was your funeral. It was a closed casket due to the damage your body had suffered. Bruce had organized a nice ceremony for you, it had two parts. One for your parents and friends who still wondered how someone like you had turned into the unfortunate victim of a stray bullet, and a second one for the people who knew how you really died.

Tim was the last person there after everyone had gone. People tried but no one could convince him to leave. He didn't want to leave you, he didn't want you to be alone.

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Hi i love your writing ❤️❤️❤️ headcanons for a dami x reader enemies to lovers vibe ????

Thank you so much 🥰 i love getting Damian asks because i am an unapologetic simp for this angry ninja boi

i wrote this at 4 am and didn’t edit it so read at your own risk (also this turned more into a Damian with a crush then enemies to lovers but i hope you still like it)

he’s a mess

he thinks he’s allergic to you at first

what other explanation could there be?

his hearts speeds up when you’re around, he gets nervous and his palms get clammy when you stand too close, not to mention how it’s getting increasingly harder to insult you

tries to avoid you

eventually he asks Dick to run some test and see what’s wrong but as soon as he explains his symptoms dick knows what’s up

“you’re not sick Damian, you have a crush”

👁👄👁 “wut”

poor boi dosen’t even know what a crush is much less what to do with one

after he’s been hit over the head with some sense and dating advice (thank you dick) he starts trying to be nicer to you

key word here is trying

one time you bump into him and expect him to call you an idiot like he always does but then he just

apologizes???

it’s more of mumbling “my bad” followed by a very quick exit

leaving a very confused you behind

aggressive affection is his love language and you can fight me on this

rich boy does the only thing he can think of to get your attention

by that i mean picking fights and aggressively giving you little trinkets that are way to expensive to give to a ‘friend’

“Here,” lovingly(?) throws thing at you “I saw this and it reminded me of you because it’s dumb and cute and stupid so just take it and shut up.”

queue another quick exit

“wait... did he just call me cute?”

one day you give him a a little robin figure that you found in the check out lane of a Walmart

he’s a blushing mess for the rest of the day

what are your current wips?

i’ve got a couple i’m working on and hopefully as soon as my school lets out for summer in like two weeks and my work isn’t taking up all my free time i’ll be able to actually finish them

Jason Todd x reader that i found in my drafts and i’m editing

Damian Wayne x reader angsty af but this ones gonna take time

Tim Drake x reader i almost started crying while writing this so i had to take a break

there’s a few in my inbox that i want to write but haven’t started yet

and of course Love and War pt3 because i got a request for it and i’m a simp

i’m lacking Nightwing asks so pls feel free to send any you might have ^‿^

reposting because pt2 drops Saturday at 8 EST

Hello!!! Can i please get an enemies-to-lovers type thingy with Damian and prompts 13 from angst and 10 from neutral? please and thank you!

Paring: Damian Wayne x fem!reader (age 16ish)

Prompts: Prompt list ⚛︎10- “Don’t lie to me. I can tell when you are.” ᜊ13- “I can take care of myself just fine.”

Summary: Being the partner of Damian Wayne comes with its own difficulties. Especially when you’re both hot tempered teenagers who don’t know how to talk to your crush.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and mild swearing

A/n: Ahhh this was so fun to write!!! i had so many ideas i didn’t have enough space for them lmao. this the longest fic i’ve written and it’s also the first one i’ve promoted before posting (here and here) also Masterlist

Word count: 2.2k finally broke past 2k!

Tag list: @battlenix (luv you babe)

Love and War (But Mostly War)

Being a superhero can be difficult. It can be even more difficult when your partner is an absolute dick. So for you being a superhero was very difficult.

You didn’t choose to be partners with Robin but as the newest Batgirl you found it came with the job. It turns out Robin was just as unhappy with this predicament as you were.

You tried to be friends with him at first, but after about 2 weeks you realized you weren’t getting anywhere and gave up. After you had “proved your skills” to Damian he stopped complaining about being partnered with you on patrol but he didn’t stop criticizing your every move. His comments led to more than one petty argument.

He was an asshole to you whenever he got the chance but somehow your over romantic heart decided the shit eating grin that he wore whenever he beat you at sparring was very attractive. Once when you got hurt on the field and he had to bandage you up before taking you back to the cave, he seemed worried and it was almost like he cared about your well being.

You remembered taking on 3 thugs and how the last one pulled a knife out of nowhere. He thrust it towards you before you could react and it sliced across your forearm. You knocked him out with a swift kick and turned to see how your partner was doing, almost forgetting about the cut. It wasn’t a terrible wound but the blood made it look a lot worse than it was.

Damian punched the last man, successfully knocking him out before looking over at you. You heard sirens in the distance and he motioned for you to follow him to the roof. You remembered the climb being painful but you didn’t want him to lecture you about being weak so you sucked it up and kept climbing.

When you had reached the roof he was already listening to the police scanner, looking for your next hit. You had walked over to him and sat on the ledge with your back facing the street.

You examined the cut and tried not to make any noise. That’s when Damian looked up and saw your blood covered arm. You were surprised at how quickly he rushed to your side and pulled out a first aid kit.

“When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” He had asked you while wiping off some of the blood.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing. Just a scratch.” You smiled unconvincingly and winced when his gloved hand passed over a particularly painful spot.

“Don’t lie to me. I can tell when you are.” He didn’t stop but he was more gentle after that.

“Oh? What’s this? Could it be the one and only Robin is worried about little old me?” You had exaggerated shock in your voice.

“TT of course not,” He replied stiffly, glaring up at you. “I’d just prefer it if my partner didn’t pass out from blood loss.” You remembered the pain of the cleaning alcohol on the fresh wound. You had hissed slightly at the feeling but sucked in your breath to avoid any further embarrassment.

That was almost 2 weeks ago but the memory was still clear in your mind. Ever since then you noticed Damian checking on you more often. For a short time you thought this was finally the beginning of a possible friendship but eventually brushed it off as him thinking you were weak or something like that.

Today had been pretty shitty to begin with so patrol was pretty much a nightmare. Your bus was late so you didn’t get home on time and then you had a mountain of homework to do. Studying had been pushed to the back burner ever since you had started officially working with Batman so you had fallen a bit behind on schoolwork and it was all catching up to you.

Damian had some intel about a drug deal so you both decided to have a mini stakeout and see who showed up. He told you to be there by 10 but you lost track of time and didn’t end up arriving until well after 10:30. This provoked a very boring lecture about time management that you were definitely not in the mood for.

The drug deal went down as expected and you and Damian jumped in to round up the bad guys. It was going fine until one of them slipped past you and managed to escape.

“Damnit!” You exclaimed as the back door swung shut. “I’ll get him!”

“No don’t!” Damian yelled after you but you didn’t listen. You heard him curse and something that sounded like a batarang hitting a wall before the noises blended together and eventually faded.

The man was fast and you were about a block away from the fight when you finally caught up to him. “Gotcha now, asshole.” You smirked as he was backed into an alleyway with no way out.

He smirked back and knocked on the door next to him. 11 more thugs emerged and you realized just how bad you had messed up. “Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.” You muttered under your breath while backing up ever so slightly.

One of the men spoke up. “Aw what’s the matter little girl? Don’t tell me you’re scared.” He laughed and others joined him. You let him take a few more steps so he was within your range before grabbing a batarang from your belt and throwing it at him.

He was caught by surprise and had to swerve to avoid the sharp tool. This was exactly the reaction you’d hoped for and gave you time to lunge and land a solid hit to his stomach. He fell back into two of the thugs with a grunt. A man a bit more to your left shouted some profanities at you before charging. You dodged and he ran right into a dumpster, effectively knocking him off balance and giving you the opportunity to knock him out.

“2 down, 10 more to go. So who’s next?” You said boldly, despite the odds being very much not in your favor. 3 men launched at you from different angles and you dodged but the move forced you deeper into the alley so there were now 4 men in between you and the exit. “Well shit.” That’s when your knight in shining armor showed up to save the day.

“Well shit times 2,” You muttered.

Damian hit harder then normal and you knew it was because you’d run off without him. Usually he’d wait until you got back to the cave to lecture you but today he didn’t seem as patient. “I told you!” Punch. “Not to!” Dodge. “Chase him!” Kick.

“This might come as a shock,” You grabbed an old book from the trash and threw it at someone. “But I don't take orders from you.”

“You don’t take orders from anyone apparently.” He sounded angry. Really angry.

It took about 20 minutes to knock out the rest of the men and tie them to a street lamp. You had alerted the police and could hear sirens in the distance which meant it was time to go. You turned around and saw Damian was already climbing to the rooftop.

“Where are we going now?” You asked once you’d reached the rooftop as well. You were hoping to brawl with a few more thugs before the night was over. Fighting always helped you relieve stress and right now you had a lot of relieving to do.

“We’re going to the cave.” He replied simply walking fast and not stopping to let you catch up.

“Already? It’s only like midnight. I’m sure there’s some more douche bags that need to be caught.” You knew he was mad at you but cutting a patrol short? He’d only ever done that once or twice in extreme situations.

He didn’t respond but instead jumped down off the roof into an alleyway where his motorcycle was waiting. You assumed he’d called it there while he was walking.

“Go back to the cave. I'll meet you there.” He finally spoke, before speeding off and leaving you alone.

You watched his silhouette disappear down the street and let out a loud groan. “Great now I get chewed out for trying to stop the bad guy,” You grumbled. “This is definitely not what i wanted to do tonight.” You called your motorcycle to you and it showed up a minute later. You hoped on and headed to the cave, already trying to think up good arguments for the conversation that you knew was coming.

Once you pulled into the cave you parked your bike. You saw Damian was leaning his back against the medical table and he had his arms crossed over his chest. His mask was off and you could see the anger in his green eyes. Dick, Jason, and Tim were standing nearby but you didn’t pay them much attention. You walked over to Damian who glared at you but didn’t say anything

You’d done the whole “Silently stare each other down until the other person says something” thing a few times but today you didn’t have the patience to try and wait him out. You took off your mask so that your eyes could met his and spoke. “Look, I know you’re a little upset with me-”

“A little upset?” He cut you off, pushing himself off the table and taking a step towards you “I’m pissed!” 3 heads from across the room turned towards the brewing fight. “I specifically told you not to chase him.”

“That’s why you ended the patrol?” You asked in disbelief. “Because I did something you didn’t want me to?”

“You ran off on your own. That’s not ok.” He stepped closer again and you were forced to tilt your head up slightly to maintain his gaze.

“You run off on your “Lone wolf” bullshit all the time.” You saw the other boys getting up out of the corner of your eye but still didn’t acknowledge them.

“That’s different.” He seethed with anger and you still couldn’t understand why but at this point it didn’t matter to you. You had bottled up almost all your harsh feelings towards him and it was finally spilling over. All the times he'd sneered at you or told you to give up on being a hero were flooding back and fueling the anger in the pit of your stomach.

“Because you're better than me right? Because you’re the one and only Damian Wayne, son of batman and greatest goddamn Robin to walk the earth!” You raised your voice letting sarcasm steer your words. “You're mad because I don’t take orders from you and your misogynistic ego can’t handle that.”

“I’m mad because I can't trust you!” He shot back, raising his voice to match yours. “We’re supposed to be partners but you’re too stubborn and immature to listen to me. This isn’t just about tonight and you know it. I can’t do what needs to be done if I'm too busy trying to make sure you don't get killed.” There it was again. The ghost of concern buried deep under his tone.

“I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t need you to save me like i’m some damsels in distress.”

“Really? Because I had to save you tonight!” This made you furious. You went to respond but a black and blue gloved hand had already found its way over your mouth. You hadn’t even realized how close you were to Damian until Dick was pushing the two of you apart.

“That’s enough!” Dick exclaimed, sounding very annoyed. “You’re supposed to be a team and instead you two have been at each other’s throats ever since you were paired up.”

“It’s all her fault-” Damian started but was cut off.

“First of all i’m not done yet. Secondly you’re both to blame,” Dick said pointedly. “We’re all sick of your bickering so if you don’t figure out how to get along we’re taking matters into our own hands.” he nodded at Jason and Tim.

Tim was sitting on the table that Damian had been leaning on when you arrived and he, unsurprisingly, had a cup of coffee in his hand. Jason was standing next to Tim with a look of slight amusement.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“At best,”Jason spoke up. “we get you couples therapy. At worst, we lock you two in a room and take bets on whether you’ll kill each other or work together to escape.”

“That’s not true,”Dick interrupted again. “We’re not taking any bets,” he corrected.

“You’re not but me and Tim already have a pot going. Alfreds in on it and i’m pretty sure bruce wants to join too.” Jason looked at you and winked. “My moneys on you sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes in response and let out a small laugh. “You have a bet on whether or not i’ll kill your brother? That’s the most “i fight criminals in my free time because i can” thing i’ve ever heard.”

A/n: this was getting pretty long so i decided to end it here but maybe if this dose well i’ll do another part (cough they get locked in a room cough cough)

*yells also*

*yells*

i’ll go drink some water just for you 💚

hewwo, i’m here to bother you again and remind you i look up to you a lot, take care pls 🥺

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you have no idea how much this means to me🥺🥺🥺

honestly i’ve been feeling really shitty about writing because it takes me so long to post and i’m always scared people will lose interest in my stuff but this genuinely made me so happy

you were like my first follower and you continue to interact with my stuff and every time i see that you liked or commented or reblogged my heart dose this little happy dance

me rebloging this with 3 wips that i was supposed to post last week and like 14 followers

rip lmao

reblog this if you’re a fanfic writer & your motivation to write actually increases when readers actually show interest & give you feedback. even just a reblog or a little comment here and there