Small unimportant rant but I need to put this down somewhere so-
I was so excited for the batboy plushies that Linda Thai was creating (check out her art on insta @lindatarts!!) I bought one of each (Jason, Damian, Dick, and the accessories) the second the pre-orders opened, and was following the process every step of the way. And it was gonna be all cute and I was gonna sit with my Damian plush as I worked on IOLND-
But there was an issue with the products and she wont be able to make them so like.... now I'm sad- this is so unfortunate
I know it's like unimportant and there are bigger issues but I was just really excited...
Chapter Synopsis: A week after your experimental kiss with Damian, he can't help himself from needing to feel you again. Not that you're really complaining... well not until he tries to blame you for what he initiated.
WC: 2k~ish
Warnings: Making out, getting caught, Damian being a ragebaiter
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Well the guise of “just doing this to get your first kiss” was obviously a lie. Because less than a week later, the Friday night after school, he fell back against the couch cushions in the living room of the manor, pulling you on top of him as he did so.
Gods, you just had to wear that cheer skirt.
It started off typical enough. A planned sleepover, like every other week. You going to his house after school, like every other week. The only difference was that it was spirit week at Gotham Academy, today being 'dress in school colours'. So that meant you went to school, and inevitably Damian’s house, in your cheer uniform. Because why stop at colours when you could have the whole getup. It was spirit week after all, and there was no spirit quite like cheer.
So that’s how you ended up here, after you “sat too close to him that your bare thigh brushed against his slacks”. Because of course he’d blame you for this happening. And of course he would try to deny everything he was feeling even though he was the one that tugged you practically on top of him.
Were there cameras in the manor? Yes.
Were you in the living room where Alfred could walk in at any moment? Also yes.
Did either of you particularly care? Not really.
You couldn't find it in yourself to care. Not when your thigh hiked up against the defined boning of his hips. Not when he tilted your head back with a gentleness he didn’t realize he possessed as his lips devoured yours. You framed his side, laying on your own, fingers clenched in the fabric of his button up. Your tongue brushed against his once more. Testing. Still unsure until he met you halfway.
You liked this. This type of recklessness. It was a trait you didn't always possess in your day to day life.
Honestly, the thought of getting caught made you laugh against Damian's mouth in awkwardness. So much for not wanting anyone to know. His hand tightened its grip on your nape when you laughed, letting out a groan as he blamed you once more for this situation.
“Oh please. You're the one who jumped me during math,” you accused, before his lips were back on yours. As your thigh lifted against his hip, the fabric of your skirt rode up, however, neither of you paid much attention to the wardrobe mishap you were currently having.
His hand on your hip dragged you further on top of him until you were straddling his thighs. His touch moved downwards towards the bare skin of your thigh, the other hand still cradling the back of your head.
It was a shock to think how just last week you struggled to even hover over his lap. But now here you were, bodies pressed together like you couldn’t bear being apart.
“You keep pressing against me like that, and I’ll start to think you’re actually interested in me,” he snorted, raising a brow which seemed extremely hypocritical considering the circumstances.
The teasing lilt to his words seemed to snap you out of it. Well… that and the knock-
Wait?
...
WHAT!?
You abruptly sat up, placing both hands on his chest for leverage. You tried to pretend you weren’t straddling the youngest Wayne son right now as you turned to face the open door of the living room. Damian strained his neck to look around you, his hands immediately recoiling from your hips.
“Pennyworth,” he greeted, a strain to his voice.
There Alfred stood, holding a tray that had two mugs of hot chocolate and a bowl of marshmallows sat atop of it. Much like how you were still sitting atop of Damian.
Holy shit, you were still on top of Damian.
“Hey Alfie!" you coughed out, trying to betray a sense of calmness that you didn’t actually have at the moment. You swung your leg up and over to get off of him and then became unsure of where to put yourself. Should you stay standing? Should you sit down beside Damian? He was kinda taking up a good section of the couch though… all sprawled out and-
Your eyes widened when you saw the issue under his belt. Was that what you thought it was? It had to be, you weren’t daft. But also there’s no way… This was just friends doing stupid shit. He couldn't have been that affected.
His gaze followed your line of sight, dropping to his lap. Then his head snapped up to immediately glare at you, grabbing the throw pillow that was behind his head and throwing it over his lap as he finally sat up. Subtle. Very subtle. You could have snorted at the unamused raise in Alfred’s eyebrow.
You put your arms up almost in surrender when you saw the glare in those sharp green eyes, your own widening in false innocence despite you pressing your lips together in an attempt not to laugh.
You immediately looked back at Alfred with an awkward smile on your face. “Did you need something?”
“Just bringing you and the young Master Damian some beverages while you finish your-” the butler glanced at your discarded textbooks on the coffee table. One of your notebooks literally on the floor which you dropped when Damian first grabbed you, “-assignments,”
You rocked back and forth on your heels as Alfred’s scrutinizing gaze swept over you. He scanned the room, glancing at your rumpled skirt that you desperately tried to smooth down, and then pointedly as the pillow Damian was trying to nonchalantly hold.
He placed the tray onto the table and when he looked away, you and Damian practically had a fight with just your eyes.
‘This is your fault’
‘My fault!? How is this-’
Alfred straightened back up, causing you two to turn away from each other, and then he turned towards the door. However, right before he exited, he turned to look over his shoulder, “Also, Master Damian, Miss,” he started, “Master Tim is currently in the batcave at this moment, I’d suggest refraining from any unseemly activities you do not wish him to stumble upon when checking the feed,”
You glanced towards the camera on the mantel, its steady red light taunting you to make another move.
In a desperate attempt to create a semblance of normalcy, you called out after Alfred’s retreating figure, “Bye Alfie! Thanks for the hot chocolate," before slumping back onto the couch beside a pissed off Damian Wayne.
“Why are you so cheerful? My butler just caught us-” he seethed, leaving the action unsaid. His nails digging into his palms as he took a breath.
“You love ‘that butler’ don’t even,” you shot right back. Despite his reservations, everyone knew how fond he was of Alfred. Hell he had a whole cat named after the man. “Also, I’m so ‘cheerful’ because it’s just that. We got caught by Alfred of all people, that is the best person to get caught by in this house,” you scoffed, leaning back into the couch cushions and crossing your arms over your chest. You did seem so much calmer than you actually were, trying to convince yourself just as much as him that “at least Alfred won’t tell the rest of this family,”
You pulled the pillow away from him, now hugging it to your own chest as you leaned forward. “Come on, he's probably used to this by now. Your brother is literally Dick ‘has a whole ass harem' Grayson,” you reached over to grab your mug.
“This is not the same thing as Richard and his many dalliances. This is-” he gestured wildly between the two of you like he didn’t have a word for what exactly you two were doing, “-platonic,”
“Exactly! Which is why this is not a big deal. And besides,” You paused… were you really about to admit to this? “Alfred might have… already known about our little ‘learning experience’,” you muttered, taking a sip of your hot chocolate right as you finished the sentence to keep yourself looking occupied.
Don’t look up at him. Do not look into his eyes. Despite you not looking up, you could feel his glare.
“You told him?” and usually you didn’t feel too threatened by your best friend. Now was not one of those moments. His green gaze sharpened, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to comprehend what could possibly compel you to admit to something that was supposed to be just his and yours.
“Well, you see-” and he listened as you broke into a lovely story consisting of measuring cups and spilled secrets, his facial expression turning less and less impressed as you rambled. “And besides Alfred was bound to find out anyways, you haven’t exactly been subtle,” as if that justified everything you just confessed to doing. However, it still didn't change the fact that you yourself told the man about yours and Damian’s first 'friendly kiss' a few days after it went down.
You were staring at that mug. Your eyes completely focused on the swirl of whipped cream that was slowly dissipating into the hot liquid.
You could tell he was trying to not get angry with you. And you were sure that if you were anybody else, he would have been absolutely aggravated. His jaw feathered as he held back the temptation to say something he knew he’d regret.
“I just told him that I wanted to have my first kiss, and you offered,” you tried reiterating. “Nothing about us practicing or anything. I was just… excited that it finally happened, and Alfred is such a big part of our lives, I wanted him to know,”
He wasn’t responding to you.
So you tried again.
“And then he went on to tell me his escapades as a teenager, which are very intriguing, might I add. Apparently he had been in a situation similar,”
“Impossible, Alfred was never a teenager, he was born old,” he retorted.
You smiled again. That got him. You set your mug down, but before you sat up straight, you took a dollop of whipped cream on your ring finger. Leaning back onto the couch, you proceeded to lick the cream off, sucking on the pad. (Bridgerton zoom onto the lips, who?)
Damian’s breath hitched, barely, in fact you didn’t even hear it. But if he had any issue with your consumption of the whipped cream he didn’t say anything about it.
Instead, to distract himself from well you, he decided to bring up his issue at the beginning, “If my father ends up asking because Pennyworth told him, I am saying you were the one who initiated. I take no blame of what happened on this couch today,”
You gasped, jaw dropped in disbelief of the utter lies spewing from his mouth. “No blame!? You take no blame for pulling me into your lap the second I tried to start my assignment on logarithmic functions?”
You bit the inside of your cheek with a dead set facial expression before mumbling angrily to yourself, “pounced on me during studying cause you couldn't handle the damn skirt that I wear to school every game day,” and even though it was murmured, you made sure he heard it.
“Oh I pounced? At least I wasn’t the one who started grinding on you like some cat in heat,” he glanced at you over his own mug. Obviously thinking he did something with that snide little comment, and that stupid little smirk.
“I was not grinding on you, I hiked my leg up!” you corrected, before reminding “And I only hiked the leg up because you're the one who started kissing me! Don’t forget that you pulled me on top of you,”
He didn’t have much to say to the point you brought up, so he rolled his eyes while huffing out a “semantics,” with a wave of his hand.
“Do not say semantics. You know very well that hiking a leg and grinding are two very different things,” you argued back, arms crossing over your chest.
And suddenly you were back in the position you two were in before Alfred had interrupted. Him on his back, you partially laying on top of him. You lifted your leg, a bend to your knee as you placed it over his hips. “This is what I did,”
And then you fully straddled him, camera’s be damned, “this is what you're claiming I did,”
And if you weren’t so hellbent on proving yourself right, maybe you would have been burning up from embarrassment. But you weren’t about to back down when you knew you were correct. Okay so maybe you were a bit more reckless then you liked to claim.
But Damian seemed to take pleasure in pissing off as many people he could, because all he did was look you dead in the eye and go, “they’re the same thing,”
Your fingers tensed with the desire to wring his neck. Groaning, you threw yourself off of him. “You. Are.” you searched for the word but could only come to “Impossible!” you chugged your hot chocolate, popped an extra marshmallow in your mouth and, after you set the mug down -not harshly cause you’d get a lecture from Alfred if you mishandled the mugs- you stood abruptly.
You started heading out of the living room with a “I’m gonna go take a shower-” and you said it in a way that was much harsher than it needed to be. Practically spitting out the word ‘shower’. (‘gonna get me some veggies!’)
“Yea? Make sure to wash off that attitude while you’re at it!” he called out at your retreating figure before slumping back against the couch.
Attitude?? You were the one with attitude? Oh bold words coming from the-
You stopped yourself, you were getting too worked up with him. Taking a breath you continued up the marble staircase to his bathroom.
His eyes trailed you as you ascended the stairs, inner cheek tucked between his molars. With a groan he started packing up his textbooks… and yours as well, before also heading up.
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a/n: We should just all agree to ignore how often I will repeat certain words.
Okie well... I debated so many lines in this chapter- Here's to hoping I stop taking forever to work on these chapters but I know that's not gonna happen. Also forgive my references... they make me happy>
Chapter Synopsis: When you can't fathom how you haven't had your first kiss yet, you go to the only person you truly trust. Your best friend, Damian. What better way to spice up a typical sleepover than asking for a favour?
WC: 2k~ish
Warnings: None really other than really bad writing- They kiss in this chapter and that is about it.
This is less them making out and more their dynamic.
I'm not really used to writing fanfictions that are for people other than me. And I definitely am not used to writing in 2nd person. It's... a lot of dialogue. I hope it's alright though-
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If someone told you 2 years ago that you would be kissing the Demon Prince of Gotham on a random Saturday night, you would’ve laughed in their face… you can’t laugh now.
Your mom was one of the many social elites that Gotham had, with the riches and the status, came the connections. And that was how yours and Damian's paths collided. Inseparable since age 6 you two did everything together. He trained, you went to watch his sparring. You had a cheer tournament, he was on that bus with you. You studied together, read together, practically were attached at the hip.
You spent so many nights at the manor you had your own room, it's not like you used it though. It was called a sleepover for a reason. And on the off chance that he would come over to your place, there was a drawer in your dresser dedicated to holding his stuff, and a whole shelf in your washroom for his skin and hair care.
But back to the issue at hand. The fateful Saturday night.
After you watched him utterly tank one of the zombie levels in CoD, you snatched the controller from his hands and threw yourself down onto your side, restarting with a snort. “Why do you actually suck at this? So much for Mr. ‘I'm good at everything I do blah blah blah’,”
“This game is simply stupid and not worth my time, so I’m not trying. That is all-” he tried reaching for the controller but was abruptly stopped by your foot on his chest. He let out a soft “tch” when you pushed him back.
“Suuuuure, whatever you say,”
He leaned back against the headboard with a huff, obviously pissed off at his loss. Probably pissed off at you as well. You shifted onto your stomach, and as you kicked your legs back and forth, every so often the top of your foot would brush against his shoulder. You didn't think too much of fabric on fabric, too busy focusing on your clearly planned out trigger smashing.
But then your foot tapped him with a purpose. “Hey Damiiiii,”
And he was already rolling his eyes at the use of that obnoxious nickname.
“Wanna massage my calf?” you grinned even though he couldn't see. And that grin grew when you felt him grab your ankle and pull you a bit more towards him.
“Tch you're so demanding,” Neither of you commented on how, even so, he still did it for you.
For the sake of complaining you whined about how it hurt, almost losing the game yourself as a particularly taught muscle made you flinch and stop looking up at the screen.
“You are such a child. Unable to go through a simple massage without crying about it,” His thumbs pressed into your calf once more before he dropped your leg onto the bed once more.
“I am not crying, I’m just voicing my feelings,” You stopped the game in its entirety before flopping back down beside him, once more on your back. “... thank you,” you muttered after a small pause of contemplating whether or not he deserved it.
“Tch, think nothing of it. Someone has to take care of you since you won’t,” he grumbled, still staring at the main menu screen.
“Oh ha ha,” you rolled your eyes. You were going to go back to your game, about to move from your spot on the bed before you paused. Then a thought popped into your mind, a dangerous little question dangling on the tip of your tongue. You opened your mouth to speak. Closed it. Swallowed. And then opened your mouth once more.
“Hey Dami,” you spoke. Looking up at the ceiling, you lifted your legs till they were placed against the wall.
He seemed to proceed with caution when he heard your tone of voice. “...if you are about to say something heartfelt, I will drop-kick you off of this bed and make you sleep with Titus,” Which wasn’t really much of a threat considering how big Titus’ dog bed was.
“Oh shut up,” you scoffed before finally admitting. “No, I just have a dumb question,” You kept your eyes trained on a spot on the ceiling, acting like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “Have you ever… kissed someone?” You practically knew the answer, between school and Robin you didn't think he had the time, but… you could be wrong, and you wanted to know for sure.
“You were right, that is a dumb question,” and you could have sworn you heard just the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. “You should know the answer to this, between being Batman's successor and taking care of your pathetic ass, I haven’t got the time,”
“...would you like to?” You weren't entirely sure why you struggled with asking. Or why your mouth suddenly felt really dry. Suddenly, you realized how silent his room became, letting out a laugh in hopes it would fill the air.
He scoffed, actually considering your question before answering with a short “sure,”
You couldn’t actually believe your ears, he was actually agreeing, just like that. “Oh-” You lifted yourself into a sitting position, moving to sit criss-cross apple sauce diagonally across from him. “Wait but like- don’t make it weird," you started backtracking, fingers clenched in the fabric of the shirt you were wearing. Why were you freaking out? This was Damian for crying out loud. Amazing, reckless, trustworthy, infuriating Damian.
“Do you want the experience of kissing someone or not?” he deadpanned
“Yea-” you breathed out. “Just so we can both get our first kisses over with,” The sound of your voice was hardly there. Your lips barely even moving with each word. He probably wouldn’t have even heard it if he wasn’t so close. But the excuse was mostly to convince yourself than it was to convince him.
“Okay-” You let your hand find its way to his nape as you brought yourself closer, now kneeling beside him rather than sitting. You contemplated straddling him before immediately throwing the thought out of your brain. That'd be too much. Too intimate.
“Are you really freaking out over this? It’s just a kiss,”
“Of course I'm nervous, dumbass,” you responded. “This isn’t just a kiss, it’s both yours and my first kiss,”
“Alright, alright, don’t bite my head off,” His hand reached out to tug on the fabric of your shirt, bringing you closer, “but you’re psyching yourself out. Don’t think. Just do.”
Your eyes shut, lashes fluttering against your cheekbones. Just don’t think about it. Just do. Don’t think about it. Just do. Don’t think. Just do. Before you even had the chance to psych yourself out about it, you grabbed his collar and slammed your lips onto his. It was clumsy. You almost missed his lips. But oh…
His lips were softer than you thought they’d be. It almost made you laugh as you felt them. Your The Damian Wayne, hardened by the streets of Gotham, with softer lips than yours.
He made a noise of discontentment, “If you wanted your first kiss, at least do it right,” then he was holding your face with his palm and angling it slightly. When his lips pressed against yours once more, you felt the difference. “You always overthink too much-”
You shifted closer to him, your hands unclenching from the fabric of his shirt. The only indication you had of how affected he was by this, was the pounding of his heart beneath your hand. When you felt your teeth clink, you smiled into the kiss, trying not to laugh.
Oh you two were so awkward.
Maybe this practice was a good thing. Is that what this was? Practice? For what though? Another person or… Damian was right. You really did overthink everything.
“Stop that- Stop freaking out about this,” he muttered. His hands moved down to grip your hips, hauling you towards him until you were chest to chest.
“I didn't… say anything," you were somehow able to get out in between the attack of his lips on yours. But you didn’t need to say anything. He could feel it in the way your hands shook against him.
You allowed yourself a few more moments before pulling back, chest heaving slightly as you pressed your forehead against his. “thanks for… that-”
He snorted and rolled his eyes at you, “So first kiss, how was it?”
“It was… sufficient," you said with a small smirk. It was a good kiss. Better than you'd like to admit. You let out a small cough, one to hide your chuckle, as you sat back down beside him. You moved to rest your head against his shoulder, and something that you typically did somehow felt so intimate now. “Look at us learning together," You joked, because what else were you supposed to do at that moment.
“You better not tell anyone about this. If Richard finds out, I won’t hear the end of it,” He said, running a hand over his face like he was already getting a headache from just the thought of his eldest brother hearing about this.
“I'm not telling Dick, you know I'm not that close with him-” you scoffed, but then there was that little twinkle in your eye as you opened your mouth again. “-I’m close with Jason!” You made a show of getting up and skipping toward the door as if you were ready to tell Todd everything that just went down.
You never would actually. At least not tonight. But it was fun to see him panic.
He immediately jumped up to follow you, grabbing you by the back of your shirt. “You are not telling Todd,”
When he dragged you back against him, it made you feel like a scruffed kitten, “Not tonight,” you promised, putting your arms up in surrender, still looking amused as hell.
“If you do, I am banning you from this manor,”
“You wouldn't, you love me too much,” you pulled away and flopped back onto the bed. And then after a few seconds, you lifted up onto your forearms and stuck your tongue out.
“Besides,” you flipped so that your head was hanging off the bed, looking at him standing there, upside-down. “Why is it so bad if people know?”
“Maybe I don’t want to deal with the hassle of the public knowing that 'Gotham’s Demon Prince' is kissing 'Gotham’s Cheery Princess'. Maybe I want something that’s just for us,” You glared at him when he called you Gotham’s Cheery Princess. You weren’t that much of a people pleaser…
For the record, you also didn't wanna tell people. This felt like a good secret between you two. And you loved your secrets. But you also loved teasing, which is why you even joked about it in the first place.
“You sure you don't want me to tell Becca from bio?” you grinned “It could go one of two ways. Either she stops trying to get with you. Or she starts hating me and tries to get with you even more,” you stretch out against the bed sheets. “Wanna see which one she decides to do?”
Damian groaned at the mention of her. “Do not bring her up right now,” He wasn’t too fond of the other girl. He wasn’t fond of anyone really, but her especially. “She’s so… clingy,”
You could recall the first day of class, when she sat right beside Damian with the question of helping her through the course. You already knew her from cheer, sweet girl, reminded you of Anna Kendrick’s character in Twilight… as in she didn’t know how to take a hint.
You urged him to help her that day despite his resignation. And as blunt as Damian is, he straight up told her he didn’t want to. No sugarcoating. Which is not how you might have handled it but… whatever. She honestly seemed to gain a vendetta against you after that. Which made no sense because it wasn’t even your fault he said no to her.
“Yea, I know. Someone who finally does something about their interest in you and you can’t handle it because you have the emotional maturity of a fridge icebox,” you groaned sitting back up on the edge of his bed.
Your fingers trailed down his forearm, over his wrist, and laced into his. He glared at you, but still allowed you to take his hand and tug him towards the mattress. “I’m more mature than anyone in this manor,”
You cocked a brow, “that is not the achievement you think it is,” shifting yourself so you could lay against the sheets. He followed suit, climbing into his bed and draping the comforter over the both of you.
“Go to sleep,” He huffed, moving to lay on his back. His hand came up to rest under his head as his head angled to look at you.
You wanted to say something else but decided against it. If you tried to have the last word, you would be up the whole night. You peeked up at him one last time, glanced at the soft pout of his lips one last time, before finally shutting your eyes.
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(I promise I will make a cute page break at some point)
a/n: If you read this far thank you so much. Honestly I struggled heavily with this, for some reason I just had no motivation to write. I think I am going to go back and edit once the second chapter is out. I hope that it was at least cute or y'all got some enjoyment out of it>>
WIP NO CHAPTERS OUT YET Damian Wayne x Childhood Best Friend Reader; Masterlist and About
Masterlist is under the cut, but please take the time to read at least some of the "About the Reader Insert" section
Tags (proper tags will be added to each chapter individually):
Fluff and Smut
Both Damian and Reader are high school seniors (and 18)
Aged up Damian (depending on what source material you're basing it off of ig)
Friends to lovers
Slow burn. Barely. The fastest slow burn in existence, I should remove this tag-
Denial
Friends with Benefits coded
Chapters get more mature as they go on as they start doing new things. Going a bit further each time.
About the Reader Insert:
Afab reader. She/her pronouns.
Cheerleader reader. (She does wear skirts, yes)
Reader is a part of a rich family as well. (Might make a middle-class family reader x Damian Crackfic at some point, but that is not today)
Reader has hair length isnt exactly specified but it's able to be put in an updo (funnily enough, I was sporting a buzz cut as I was writing this, and that is why this tag was added because I would read so many "he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear" and I'd be sitting there like "👁👄👁")
Straight-A student reader (okay technically not because of ONE damn subject) But she's still an academic weapon - except math, we failing that though. Reader can't read formulas (real)
Reader does not know how to speak arabic. Her nationality is not mentioned, and it's never mentioned if she speaks languages aside from English buts it's also not mentioned that English is her only language (she might be taking french in school idk yet). (Holy run on sentence omo)
Reader bakes
This is lowkey not part of every chapter - and very minor - but I just wanted to make sure yall knew she had some characteristic and wasn't just blank slate. Again: NOT a part of every chapter!! (i just didn't want people in the comments to come for me all like "I'm actually a stem major, I know formulas really well" like okay whatever this ain't about you-
The only thing extremely present is that she loves physical touch and her liking to more "feminine" clothing (skirts, frilly socks, thigh high), if that's mischaracterizing you… uhh dont read ig.
I wrote this using my features as a placeholder before I made everything vague. If you see a name or a defining characteristic like hair or eye colour… please tell me so I can fix it!
!!!DO NOT USE MY WRITING TO TRAIN AI PLEASE!!!
I already suffer from having a writing style that is similar to what is being fed to ai (a lot of breaks and single sentence paras that you tend to see on tumblr). Please don't do me dirty even more.
If lines are similar to other pieces of fiction, forgive me, sometimes I write a fire ass line and then realize a few months later that I accidentally fucking stole it from something I read 3 years ago (cons of reading a lot of fanfic)
Now that that's all sorted
Synopsis
Meeting at the age of six, you and Damian have been inseperable since… much to his feigned displeasure. Now, 12 years later, adulthood is hitting you and being a senior in highschool is kicking your ass. On top of that, hook-up culture has gone mainstream leaving you with an extreme case of FOMO. 18 and still haven't had our first kiss? Not on your watch. And who better to ask to have your first kiss with than your best friend who is also inexperienced? It's only one kiss.
…
Right?
~Join our hormonal teens as they navigate a world neither of them truly understand: romance and healthy relationships. Will they be able to get out of this hellhole they both jumped headfirst in? Or will this decision ruin their friendship forever?~
Masterlist
Titles will be released with each chapter.
Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3
Chapter4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter8:
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:
Chapter 11:
Drabbles
- coming soon -
Chapters marked with * are mature (Meaning: they do more than makeout). Read at your own discretion.
Planning for every chapter is complete, It's just writing and editing that needs to be finalized. However, do not let that stop you from sending in ideas about what could happen. (I might make a “what if” side storyline.)
I lowkey only posted this to force myself to write it properly instead of that 15k of jarbled mess that's sitting in my docs>
It's Only Love, Nobody Dies
WIP Damian Wayne x Childhood Best Friend Reader; Masterlist and About
Masterlist is under the cut, but please take the time to read at least some of the "About the Reader Insert" section
Tags (proper tags will be added to each chapter individually):
Fluff and Smut
Both Damian and Reader are high school seniors (and 18)
Aged up Damian (depending on what source material you're basing it off of ig)
Friends to lovers
Slow burn. Barely. The fastest slow burn in existence, I should remove this tag-
Denial
Friends with Benefits coded
Chapters get more mature as they go on as they start doing new things. Going a bit further each time.
About the Reader Insert:
Afab reader. She/her pronouns.
Cheerleader reader. (She does wear skirts, yes)
Reader is a part of a rich family as well. (Might make a middle-class family reader x Damian Crackfic at some point, but that is not today)
Reader has hair. Length isn't exactly specified, but it's able to be put in an updo (funnily enough, I was sporting a buzz cut as I was writing this. And that is why this tag was added, because I would read so many "he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear" and I'd be sitting there like "👁👄👁")
Straight-A student reader (okay technically not because of ONE damn subject) But she's still an academic weapon - except math, we failing that though. Reader can't read formulas (real)
Reader does not know how to speak arabic. Her nationality is not mentioned, and it's never mentioned if she speaks languages aside from English buts it's also not mentioned that English is her only language (she might be taking french in school idk yet). (Holy run on sentence omo)
Reader bakes
This is lowkey not part of every chapter - and very minor - but I just wanted to make sure yall knew she had some characteristic and wasn't just blank slate. Again: NOT a part of every chapter!! (i just didn't want people in the comments to come for me all like "I'm actually a stem major, I know formulas really well" like okay whatever this ain't about you-
The only thing extremely present is that she loves physical touch and her liking to more "feminine" clothing (skirts, frilly socks, thigh highs), if that's mischaracterizing you… uhh dont read ig.
I wrote this using my features as a placeholder before I made everything vague. If you see a name or a defining characteristic like hair or eye colour… please tell me so I can fix it!
!!!DO NOT USE MY WRITING TO TRAIN AI PLEASE!!!
I already suffer from having a writing style that is similar to what is being fed to ai (a lot of breaks and single sentence paras that you tend to see on tumblr). Please don't do me dirty even more.
If lines are similar to other pieces of fiction, forgive me, sometimes I write a fire ass line and then realize a few months later that I accidentally fucking stole it from something I read 3 years ago (cons of reading a lot of fanfic)
Now that that's all sorted
Synopsis
Meeting at the age of six, you and Damian have been inseperable since… much to his feigned displeasure. Now, 12 years later, adulthood is hitting you and being a senior in highschool is kicking your ass. On top of that, hook-up culture has gone mainstream leaving you with an extreme case of FOMO. 18 and still haven't had our first kiss? Not on your watch. And who better to ask to have your first kiss with than your best friend who is also inexperienced? It's only one kiss.
…
Right?
~Join our hormonal teens as they navigate a world neither of them truly understand: romance and healthy relationships. Will they be able to get out of this hellhole they both jumped headfirst in? Or will this decision ruin their friendship forever?~
Masterlist
Titles will be released with each chapter. (If they don't make sense to you, it's okay, they're mostly for me)
Chapter 1: Deep End
Chapter 2: Sleeping With A Friend
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter 8:
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:
Chapter 11:
- amount of chapters subject to change after editing -
Drabbles
- coming soon -
Chapters marked with * are mature (Meaning: they do more than makeout). Read at your own discretion.
I lowkey only posted this to force myself to write it properly instead of that 15k of jarbled mess that's sitting in my docs>
I have like 50 million ideas for childhood friends to lovers with Damian Wayne (semi fwb, a lot of "experimenting, just so we can get our firsts in, yea of course thats the only reason we make out all the time") but I SUCK AT WRITING-
😭😭😭
Like 15k words of planning (10 chapters plus drabbles), but none of it good enough-
God bless the small writing accounts, god bless the fics that only get 50 notes, god bless the writers with a simple navigation pinned to their profile, god bless the writers who have 50 wips in their drafts and still not being able to finish a single one, god bless the writers who's first language isn't english, god bless the writers who always has typos in their fics, god bless the writers that stay up all night cramming to finish a fic god bless the writers that can only make 1k worded fics, god bless the writers who write in 1st pov, god bless the writers who still write even when they know their grammar is crap, god bless the writers who had just started writing, god bless the writers who get minimal interactions, god bless the writers who only has their phones to write their fics, god bless the writers who do their extensive research on a topic to use in their fics, god bless the writers who stopped writing, god bless the writers who are human
I ADORE YOUR ART!!! IT IS SO GOOD I WANT TO EAT IT!! I may i pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASEPLEAAE have some Hanks fanart? 😫Okay, have a good day :)
aww, thank you so much!
i kinda got carried away with Hanks for you. It was supposed to be simple sketching before bed, but then i started coloring and here we are.... hope you like it!
Do you like bears? Do you like bakudeku? Do you typically imagine yourself squeezing your favorite characters because you love them so much?!
Then this is the giveaway for you!!!
I will being giving away a pair of official Katsuki and Izuku teddy bears! Ordered directly from Japan and officially licensed merchandise…invite them into your home. Now.
As a bonus fun and interactive experience, users can send me (or add to this post) their best Kumatsuki and Kumazuku drawings! This will NOT influence your entry and is just for fun.
GUIDELINES
Giveaway closes on June 1st, 2023 at 11:59PM EST
1 REBLOG = 1 ENTRY; 1 ENTRY PER USER
The bears are not scheduled to release until June 23rd, and delays may happen, so please be aware these will not be shipped to you immediately
Minors please have permission to be shipped items from an internet stranger
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