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panda-writes-kpop · 2 months

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What does a demon and a function have in common? (You can test both of their limits!) - l. yb.

a/n: happy dami day! i know the timeline of this fic is messy, but just pretend that it's all okay and I will too :) also I wrote this because I was trying to understand my feelings as an aroace person towards love and I'm still really confused... but at least we got a good fic out of it! ❤️

tw: demons, undefined magic, lots of mentions of death, implied aroace! reader, a bit of religious trauma

word count: 2.6k

summary: you're in distress over your math homework and the pretty demon that helps you with it, and you're reluctant to let your heart do the talking since it ended pretty badly for your friend and her demon companion.

related fics: Demon! SuA - Tainted Love

♡ Masterlist ♡

You shouldn't do this.

You glare at the leather-bound book in front of you as you furiously erase another answer from your sheet of scratch paper. The book was a gift from a friend, one that had struggled with a demonic relationship before.

You hadn't heard from them in a year and a half, and from what you heard from mutual friends, they weren't doing too well. Although you weren't positive that the book was bad news, you had never seen your friend so desperate to remove an object from their grasp.

After doing a bit of research, you realized that it was a cursed tome. There were seven different markings on the cover, which meant that seven different demons were tied to the book. Luckily, only one had been released when your friend had opened the book.

Now, you had to be the one to safeguard it. To make sure that no one would ever be hurt by the book again.

But, as you stare at your Calculus homework, you realize that you have no idea what you're fucking doing. And at 10 p.m. the night before an exam, the tutoring center is closed and the professor is probably counting sheep while their students are stressing out.

You're well aware that it's a stupid, very dumb, unintelligent idea to open a cursed book in order to understand Calculus, but what other choice do you have? Do you fail this exam then fail the class, which would put you a year behind?

What would your peers say?

What would your family say?

A shiver down your back, from the looming threat of parental disappointment, causes you to drop your pencil and reach for the book. Your hand gently traces the seven etchings on the cover, and you notice that one isn't filled in with color.

The demon that took my friend away.

You really shouldn't be doing this.

You think about the laundry list of concepts that you have to master by 10 a.m. tomorrow, and your decision has never been easier.

I'd rather stick my hand in an open flame than do another problem with no help.

When you open the book, you realize that you're blissfully unaware of how to summon a demon. Do you say a bunch of random words in Latin? Do you do a little hand motion? Do you need an offering?

You decide that your best option at summoning a demon that won't smite you immediately is to plead with the book.

Because desperate never goes out of style.

“Listen, I don't know who I'm talking to, if I'm even talking to anyone in the first place. I'm having a problem. …Well, it's not a ‘the fate of the world rests in your hands’ type of problem, but I still could use some help.”

An orange trail of smoke leaves the book in your hands and swirls like a tornado in an empty spot in your living room. Objects start flying around because of the tailwind, and you have to duck before you take a pencil to the eyeball.

“Who knew Calculus homework could be deadly?” You joke as you try to not think about the magnitude of the situation that you're in. You haven't even met the demon yet, and the smoke that it creates(?) it is trying to kill you.

Not a good sign.

Once your apartment is messy enough for your demon of choice, the book in your hands shuts itself as the orange smoke starts to dissipate.

You set the book aside as you gawk at the woman- no, demon that stands in your living room.

She's dressed in all black, ready to go to a funeral.

You just have to hope that it's not yours.

“How can I assist you?” She softly asks in a semi-uninterested voice.

“I need help with Calculus.” You blurt out as she clocks her head at you.

“I beg your pardon?”

This demon was exceptionally smart, which was good for your tired, mortal mind. She also didn't kill you on the spot - a good thing, you assume, unless the murder is waiting for you on the other side of the Calculus homework.

She was taken aback by your request, staring at you in utter surprise until she joined your side and helped you with your homework.

Her voice was gentle and smooth, and you would've fallen asleep if you weren't thinking about being killed in your sleep.

“Thanks.” You rub your eyes as you set the pencil down as you check your phone for the time.

You're proud of yourself for putting your phone on dark mode (you've flash-banged yourself in the past, it's a one time mistake) as you realize that it's only one in the morning. With a few hours of sleep and a large container of your favorite caffeinated drink, you'd be fine for your exam.

“Is that all you needed? …A bit of guidance with math?” The woman sitting beside you is in disbelief as you nod your head.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You joke, momentarily forgetting that she's a demon.

“Forgive me, but the people who usually hold the tome are more demanding… and a lot less cute.”

“Okay, back into the book you go.” You toss the book her way before trying to hide her embarrassment.

She chuckles softly before running her fingers over the spine.

“You have no idea how any of this works, right?”

“Uh-huh.” You nod your head before starting to put your school stuff away.

“Right, right.” Her eyes meet yours for a moment. “Dami.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head at her, but she snaps her fingers and disappears with the book in an instance.

Well, that damn book is out of my sight and I now have a chance to pass my Calc exam. I'll take that as a win-win.

You don't remember climbing into bed last night (this morning? The days are blending together at this point).

Before leaving your apartment, you say a small prayer before grabbing your pick-me-up of choice from the fridge. You might have this exam on lock.

As you walk to class, you recite Calculus formulas in your head. Partial derivatives swirl around your mind along with the thought of the mysterious woman.

Dami?

She's not a directional derivative, so you should focus on something else.

You, at least, had the demon situation under control.

This semester, you officially renounced your academic weapon status; instead, you were an academic victim. Although you most definitely messed up the first problem (why do all of the problems have the same wording yet completely different solutions?), you had the rest of it down.

Your confidence evaporated when the two classmates behind you started discussing their answers and got completely different answers to you.

Maybe another semester here wouldn't be so bad?

“You did fine.”

You jump as your eyes lock with the demon from the night before.

“Sorry, sorry.” You apologize to the two people behind you as you step to the side to speak with Dami. “I like your confidence in me, and I wish I had a fraction of it for myself.”

“There's nothing wrong with having a little pride.” She shrugs as the doors to the lecture hall open.

“Well, at least there's another exam a few weeks after spring break.” Ryujin shrugs before closing the door and walking towards you. “How'd the exam go for you?”

“It was okay.” You softly shrug as you glance between Dami and Ryujin.

“You're too humble for how smart you are.” Ryujin scoffs before turning to Dami. “You new here?”

“I'm just visiting someone.” Dami winks at you, and your eyes avert her gaze afterwards.

Ryujin sighs before adjusting her backpack and clearing her throat.

“They're not interested in guys or girls…. or anyone, for that matter.”

You playfully smack Ryujjn's shoulder before she pretends to be in extreme pain from the hit.

“It's not an absolute thing. I'll know if there's someone I'm interested in.” You nonchalantly say as Ryujin checks her smart watch.

“Oh shit, I've got class in fifteen minutes halfway across campus. See ya!” Ryujin waves to you both before offering a nod to Dami. “Nice to meet you.”

She runs off in another direction as your attention turns to Dami.

“Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking?”

“I haven't been out of that book for centuries. I just wanted to see how humans lived.” Dami folds her arms before walking to you. “The world is so much different… better, if you ask me.”

“You're not like any demon I've heard of.” You blurt out before biting your tongue. “Sorry, that's probably really mean to say-”

“It's okay, and to be honest, I'd be surprised if I was like any other demon that you met. Not all demons fall from the sky, you know.”

It's been three hours, and you're still trying to come to terms with the fact that Dami’s a fallen angel. Who says that to someone after only two interactions with them?

Dami, apparently, because she's been watching you like a hawk as you sit across from her in the campus library.

“You think of me differently, don't you?”

You don't look up from your computer as you tap your pencil against the desk three times.

Click. Click. Click.

“I don't.” You calmly say before writing an equation in your notebook. “I should be honest with you, though, since you were honest with me. It's only fair.”

You pause for a moment as Dami folds her arms and leans against the chair. She's trying to remain cool, but a small twitch in her left eye tells you that she's more interested than she appears to be.

It's cute.

“I had a friend who summoned a demon from that book… I don't know her name, and I don't want to. She ruined my friend’s life, Dami.” You explain your friend’s story, going through agonizing detail as told through their family and other friends.

You have to pause once to wipe your tears, and Dami offers a comforting hand as the other drops to her side. You, albeit hesitantly, take it.

She should be cold like ice- undead, unfeeling. But there's some sort of warmth in her touch that can't be explained by the hellfire that she resides in.

Perhaps she's already gotten attached to you. You feel it too, you want to trust her. Can you, though?

She hasn't torn your arm off yet, so you're starting off on the right foot.

Trauma dumping counts as bonding, right?

You bite your lip before shaking your head, feeling the uncertainty of everything crash against you. What are you doing, trusting a demon that hurt someone that you care deeply about?

I can't do this.

“I should go.” You pull your hand out of her grasp as you quickly try to pack your things up. “I'm sorry, I'm probably shit-talking one of your friends that you've known for centuries.”

As you reach for your pencil, Dami grabs your wrist.

“I can't promise that I'm a ‘good’ demon or person,” She softly exhales before looking in your eyes, “but I won't betray you. Not now. Not ever.”

Something pounds, but it's not your head, swimming from the thoughts of your friends and the demon in front of you.

It comes from deep inside you, a feeling that you thought would be forever foreign to you. A magical feeling that “normal” people got to feel. The thing that makes them human, after all.

Your heart pounds.

This isn't you. You need to leave. Now.

Without exchanging another word, you run off into the afternoon light. You know she might follow you, but you hope she'll give you some space.

I hope she doesn't hate me.

You need to get a grip, and fast, before you rock the boat that's been steadily keeping you afloat for years.

Five hours. That's the longest you can last in a little internet cafe before you put your tail between your legs and head home. You know Dami will be there, and you don't want to sleep on a park bench, so home it is.

Will she be mad at me?

Who cares? You're not in love with her, you just like her.

As a friend.

As someone you can hang out with.

Someone to share secrets with.

Friends can kiss, right?

You've known her for less than twenty-four hours. You need to find where your sense of reality has gone and reclaim it before you head into your apartment.

But the key is already in your hand.

Your feet walk up the stairs without your brain telling them to.

You unlock your apartment door to see someone quietly sitting on your couch - the same spot where she helped you with your math homework.

Your stomach and heart fill with dread as you slowly take off your shoes.

She's been kind to you, and you ran off because you were upset about your own feelings.

You felt like a petulant child.

“I'm sorry for running off. I got upset thinking about my friend, and I should have talked through my feelings like a fucking adult. You're not like the other demon, just as I'm not like my friend. Feeling trapped by someone else’s opinions of you is rough,” You toss the keys on the counter before shedding your coat, “trust me, I know.”

Dami looks back to you, and the moonlight casts her in an angelic glow - she was ethereal and you didn't doubt that she was once an angel. You'd be more surprised if she wasn't one of God’s favorites.

Why was she here, instead of in the sky?

You don't want to pry, but Dami’s the first one to walk towards you.

“I was worried about you,” She softly admits, “a demon, a former angel, a creature much older than you could comprehend, was worried about the safety of a mortal.”

When she is close enough for you to reach out for her, she reaches out her hand.

“I'm not an evil demon or a perfect angel. But I can promise you-”

“I think I like you.” The words spill out of your lips before you can truly think about what you're saying. “I mean, of course I like you, but it's not how I've liked anyone before. I like Ryujin as a friend, she's nice to me and we get lunch sometimes. But you… you're different. And being different scares me. It's not just because you're a demon, it's who you are. It wouldn't matter if you were a demon, angel, or human because I'd still feel the same way.”

You pause to take a breath.

“I'm not normal, and I'm probably not like any human you've met. I don't want a traditional romance with a wedding or kids. I don't want physical intimacy with someone who won't appreciate me. Hell, I don't even know if I want a partner half of the time. The only thing I know,” You take her hand before pulling Dami closer, “is that I want you to be by my side. As a friend or as something more. Whatever we will be, I know we'll figure it out together.”

“I want you by my side as well.” She softly mutters as you place your forehead against hers.

You're both quiet as you envelope yourselves in the serene environment that you've created.

“So, do I meet your devilish friends now, or do I have to take you to dinner first?”

Dami laughs warmly before pulling you close to her.

“Whatever you want.”

You're in deep. She has in her talons sunk deep under your skin, in less than a day.

She could betray you.

You had to learn how to trust her.

And in time, you will.

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ryujenini · 4 months

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IMAGINE #6 (nsfw)

Siyeon fucking you from behind until your pussy is swollen, sore and your clit is throbbing in her mouth

#dreamcatcher #siyeon #insomnia #kpop #smut #drabble #imagine #hard thoughts #hard hours #yoohyeon #sua #jiu #handong #dami #gahyeon #ryujenini

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kit-kat-katie · 8 months

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Sugarcoat

A/N: I wanted to write something in the spirit of back-to-school season since I will be heading back next week. :( If you've already started or if you're starting soon, best of luck with your semester!

TW: Reader is gossiped about

Pairing: Dami x Reader (platonic to implied romantic)

Summary: Your life in college has been nothing but empty rumors and failed promises. The introduction of a new seat mate changes how you view the people around you, and how they view you in return.

Sugarcoat, I cast off

Whatever you say about me

Being reserved made you mysterious, and mystery caused rumors to cloud around your everyday movement and activities. Your dating life tended to be the worst of them all as classmates and co-workers alike would often pin you to be a player or completely uninterested in everything. You simply wished to sit next to someone and not see them lean over to talk to someone else.

So, you kept in your shell and kept to yourself. People didn’t need to know anything more about you then you would tell-

“Can I sit here?”

A warm, deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Sure.”

You gently observe the brown-haired woman who sits next to you. Intro to Philosophy, a social studies credit for your major, would prove to be more interesting than you thought. You notice that she pulls out a laptop that is well-endowed with stickers on the back.

“I like the stickers on your laptop.” You quietly say as your professor enters the classroom.

“Thanks. They’re just from different shows and musicians that I like.” She pauses for a moment as you continue to observe the different logos and characters on them. “Would you be interested in a tour?”

A light smile appears on your face - a rarity in class, especially by another person.

“I’d like that.”

Just move, as I want

Dancing for myself

“You take dance classes?” You ask you spot her daily schedule as the background on the computer. “Sorry, that was invasive and weird-“

“It’s just once a week with a close group of friends.” Dami explains before opening a browser to prepare materials for today’s class. “What about you? Any remarkable interests?”

“Nothing that you haven’t heard from others before, I’m sure-“

“I’d much rather make my observations in-person rather than by rumors.”

“I-“ You pause as a slight bout of embarrassment crosses your features. “I think that’s the first time someone’s spoken to me instead of about me.”

“It’s a shame, really,” Dami glances at you before the professor starts class, “they’re missing out on a great person.”

Another first happens within two weeks - someone manages to make your heartbeat quicken.

Don’t sugarcoat me, baby

Complex is over-rated

You like to simplify the world around you - it makes your life so much simpler. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and you most definitely have feelings for the mysterious yet kind girl who goes out of her way to always sit next to you or save you a seat whenever you have class.

You think that she’s caught on to your feelings as her hand lingers on yours when she’s looking at your computer or how her eyes catch yours when the professor goes off-topic every class period.

“You’re strange,” You comment as your professor talks about their dog again, “but I don’t mind.”

“Me?” Dami chuckles softly. “I think that’s the first time someone’s said that to my face.”

A light smile plays on your features as you notice your classmates aren’t paying you any mind - it’s so relaxing to know that you’re not under the microscope of your peers.

“I like that you’re strange, you’re like me,” You pause to still your beating heart, “but I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch sometime?”

“With you?” A warm, inviting smile stays on her face. “Absolutely.”

The transparent moonlight

Pours out, more freely

#fanfic #x reader #kpop #girl group #dami dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher x reader #dami #dami x reader #dami imagines #dami drabbles #dreamcatcher drabbles #Kpop au #Spotify

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moguridragon · 2 years

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8th Member All Grown Up - DC Reaction

JiU/Minji

Seeing you everyday had become the norm and she never saw you more than just the little baby of the group. She helped raise you with the rest of your members and you were just this little kid to them. It wasn’t until she was watching you film one of your solo shots for the upcoming comeback. You had worn the matching clothes for Boca and you were really commanding of the camera. She was shocked to see such an aura escape you as you continued on with your part.

“When did she grow up?! She’s just a baby!”

SuA/Bora

Bora had spent most of her days making sure you were completely taken care of. Helping you with homework, cleaning your clothes and making sure you were well fed all the time while you were in school. You saw her as an older sister but sometimes you saw her as a mom and addressed her as such in a joking manner. It wasn’t until you were in the middle of filming a special solo video that she had seen how much you had grown up. You were singing in the small room, singing a love song causing Bora to see you as a much more mature and grown adult rather than the little kid she had raised.

“I used to make her dino nuggets and watch her only eat the heads off of them. What happened?”

Siyeon

She had helped raise you just like the other older girls had. Except she was much more fun than the older girls. She was the one you ran to when you wanted to have fun and the first person you ran to when you were having a bad day. She had trained with you cause you to have a stronger relationship with her and she cherished you just like a sister would. You were in the middle of recording a dance cover with Sooyeon that you barely noticed Siyeon walking in to check on you. She was shocked to see you dancing to Sunmi’s Tail without any kind of awkward emotion. She was happy that you were trying something new, but also a little nervous that you were growing up just a bit too fast.

“Maybe you should just go back to singing and dancing cute covers like before.... You’re still too young for something like this.”

Handong

She had always seen you as a child and especially when you had whined about your stuffed raccoon going missing for over four hours. She was always joking with you that you were a baby (even if you had outgrown her two years ago). You were busy filming your part for BEcause and only some of your members had been watching. Handong watched you carefully, amused with how well you had been holding up. Maintaining the exact feelings and facial expressions that were needed for the music video.

“She’s growing up so fast right now I’m kind of scared what she’ll do next.”

Yoohyeon

From the second you had debuted with them, you had been Yoohyeon’s favorite. She would dote on you and make sure you were always taken care of. She would game with you and pull all nighters with you when it came to your homework or to just pass a level in a game both of you had been playing together. She had always seen you as this little baby and would continue to dote on you until she saw you filming your concert stage which had doubled as your coming of age ceremony. Her eyes were wide when she saw your newly found stage presence, causing her to scream and look away.

“She’s just a baby! She can’t just do this!”

Dami/Yubin

She had silently taken care of you, allowing you to vent to her and be with her when you were feeling down or stressed. She had watched you grow up and made sure you were always well taken care of when the older girls were too tired from intense schedules. She was busy reading her book when she heard her members scream, causing her to look up. She watched you dance and sing effortlessly to Chungha’s Bicycle for tiktok. Her eyes never left while she watched, slowly realizing you weren’t the little baby anymore.

“She’s an adult now.... Why is she an adult?”

Gahyeon

You were both born in the same year, but you were born laer in the year rather than earlier. She would use this against you constantly to get her way, but she still loved taking care of you. (And tease you but Bora said she couldn’t do that without an apology). When you had voiced your opinion about wanting to be more adult like, she had fully backed you and was the sole reason for your little stage during your most recent concert. She smiled while watching you perform the more mature song, hearing her members screaming at your actions.

“I did that! I helped her not be a baby!”

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inkstaindusk · 2 years

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Yudja my love! Dw dw when I say prompts I don't necessarily mean word prompt, I just mean give me literally any idea so you can be as specific as you want. I went with your first request, because you know I love this AU.

Context: Jason recovered without the Pit and stayed with the League, however, while his motor functions were perfect, his language and communication skills never fully healed. Having grown up beside him, Damian decided to dedicate himself to becoming an expert in brain injuries and continued his research after moving to Gotham. Tim caught Damian reading textbooks in the library one day and learned that there's someone he wants to help, but does not know who that person is. Damian also doesn't know that his older brother Jason is the dead Robin.

o0o0o

It’s a pleasant surprise when Damian takes the initiative to help Alfred sort the medical supplies in the Cave, and an even more pleasant surprise when he begins asking honest, thought-out questions about the equipment and their uses. Alfred takes it all in stride, answering promptly and clearly until Damian is satisfied. No one dares interrupt, but everyone listens in.

“Do we have a budding medic on our hands?” Dick jokes as they head back upstairs.

Damian scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he says, though Dick doesn’t miss the way he looks briefly considering.

It would be nice, he thinks, if one of them decided to pursue medicine over vigilantism. Alfred would like the help at least, and maybe Leslie, too, if it came down to it. But fighting is in Damian’s blood, on both sides, and he doesn’t seem to have any inclination to stop.

When Dick mentions the idea to Tim later, he doesn’t expect his agreement.

“I can see it,” Tim says. “He’s always reading those textbooks; I wouldn’t be surprised if he grew up to be like, a brain surgeon or something. Buuut then again, he does really like animals, so it could go either way.”

Dick narrows his eyes at him in confusion. “What textbooks?"

Tim gives him an odd look. “Have you never seen Damian in the library? If it’s not classical literature, it’s a book about the human brain.”

“Huh,” Dick says. “How do you know that?”

“I found him once or twice and we talked. He mentioned someone in the League had a really bad brain injury, so I think that really affected him.”

Well, that explains their sudden, civil relationship. They can and will still fight at the drop of a hat, but it’s lost the malice it had in the beginning. Dick was so grateful that they’d switched to light stabbing only that he hadn’t had the time to ask what caused the switch in the first place.

“So my little brothers bonded,” he coos, smiling when Tim’s face turns bright red.

“No,” Tim says quickly. “No, absolutely not. Shut up.”

“You like each other now!” Dick continues and ducks out of the way as Tim throws whatever is closest at his head. “Hey, hey, not the nice stationary! Ow!”

“Get out! We’re not talking about this anymore!”

Dick scampers out of the room, evading yet another flying projectile before he manages to shut the door behind him, but he can’t bring himself to lose the grin.

He’s learned a lot about his little brothers today. He should go to the library more often.

#dcu #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #drabbles #anya tries to write #i went back and forth on what scene to write before settling on this one #once again jay doesn't get any screentime in this au #even though half of it is about him #i'll get around to focusing on him and dami's relationship eventually #i really need to figure out what to title this au too #juruna-yudja #prompt answers

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disillusioneddanny · 11 days

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Enjoy some Damian/Danny drabble :3

I'm not sure if this is ever going to go anywhere but enjoy <3

Danny smiled and held his letter close to his chest, the words of his precious Moon Beam washing over him once again. He hadn’t seen Damian since his family had left the League of Assassins ten years prior, but he looked forward to the letters from his fiance each month they came.

Growing up in Nanda Parbat, the two had been inseparable, had been absolute best friends, They trained together, ate together, took their punishments together. Damian had been the best part of Danny’s life for seven long years. And when their parents had announced that they would be wed one day had been one of the greatest days of Danny’s life. He had always had a bit of a puppy crush on Damian, and knew that the boy thought the same of him. From there they had grown even close, up until it was time for Danny and his family to embark on their mission.

The Fentons were being sent to Amity Park to study Lazarus Water in solitary so that the League could better understand the waters and what they were and how to better manipulate it. Slowly his parents had become obsessed with pit demons and wanted to learn how to control them, how to make them work for the League as mindless slaves. The two had dedicated all of their time to it while Danny and Jazz worked to become normal kids and fit in with the new society that they were living within.

The letters from Damian each month had become a lifeline to his love. The two wrote back and forth for years, growing closer and closer, falling more and more in love with one another. And now they were getting closer to the day they were set to wed. Damian knew everything about Danny, was even one of the few people who knew of Danny’s secret as a halfa. Which, Damian had plans, plans he would never divulge not even in letters on how to get Danny safely away from his parents and from the League of Assassins.

Because despite the fact that they were stationed in the middle of Amity Park, Illinois, they were still very much still members. Whereas Damian had left the league and rejected his status as heir to the Demon’s Head. He had maintained that the two were still set to be married, refusing to allow anyone else to take Danny’s hand in marriage. Of course, Danny’s parents were still more than happy to allow that to happen, Damian was still a Wayne after all and that meant that he had influence.

Danny didn’t care about any of that, though. He didn’t care that Dami was a Wayne, he didn’t care that he had a plan to get Danny away from the League of Assassins. What he cared was that Damian loved him and in just a few weeks when Danny turned eighteen they were finally going to get married and he would be far, far away from Amity Park and the League of Assassins.

No more experiments, no more ghosts, no more hunting and running away from his parents who were determined to catch Phantom and turn him into a mindless slave for the League. It would just be him and Damian, living their lives the way they deserved.

idk if anything would ever come out of this but if you're interested in more, lmk, maybe i can add it to my mile long wip list :3

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dis writes #dp x dc crossover #dis dreams #dc x dp crossover

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houpss · 2 months

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Lily's friends¡!

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

🧊–LEE TENSHI ¡! ✥

Okay, that was too obvious, BUT THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS. They've been friends since 2012, that's so long...

They were united by the fact that they were the only girls in a male group.

Tenshi is a very sweet "big sister".

Tenshi and Lily smells like lemon, sea and summer.

They are everywhere together, well, literally everywhere. The Sasaengs (yiwu) have a lot of photos of them together, as do the paparazzi.

Tenshi is so wise to Lily. 🥹

One is very active, and the other is calm.

They talk about each other publicly and actively support each other.

Tenshi literally went everywhere with Lily when Lily took rest. Tenshi did not leave her side (I will write a drabble about this)

Lily is very tactile with her, too much so.

Joint Live? YES. TikTok? YES.Songs? Maybe)

🧊–JEON JUNGKOOK¡! ✥

Her second best friend from BTS.

Jungkook as positive battery Lily.

ARMY often noticed her on Jungkook's live, but he was silent about her 😠

They starred in a commercial for Calvin Klein together.

Inappropriate fans believe that they are together.

Maybe they will record songs together???

Lily says her ideal type of man is Jungkook.

In difficult moments they are so comfortable with each other.

SHE LOVES HIS SONGS, SHE HAS THEM ON REPEAT 24/7.

Lily introduced Chan and Jungkook, now they are also friends.

Jungkook used to be very shy about Lily, but he is her first guy friend:((

Lily sometimes cooks for him, and he just fools around with her.

Frequently joke with each other on social media.

🧊–IM NAYEON¡! ✥

Friends from JYP!!

They are Park Jinyoung's main haters.

Lily daughter Nayeon)))

NAYEON IS SO GLAD THAT LILI IS HER CLOSE FRIEND, IT'S LITERALLY HAPPINESS NEARBY.

They fly together...anywhere, just travel when there is time.

Nayeon is a fan of SKZ 😈

Nayeon forces Lily to be friends and communicate with her plush bunny...

Nayeon is literally the sun and Lily is the moon.

They have lunch together in company.

Lily was ready to kill the leadership of JYP, when Nayeon's stalker became known.

🧊–SONG MINGI¡!✥

MY GOD.. HER BUN, HER BUNNY, HER CUTEST AND LITTLE BOY 🥺🥺🥺

LILY AND MINGI ARE LITERALLY SOULMATES AND THEY ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST.

Dispatch released statements about their relationship, but the company only said that they were very close friends.

In the summer they organize a fight against insects, and the pothos themselves run away from them.

Okay...they're having a drink whiskey together.

They became even closer during Kingdom!

Lily is Ateez's biggest fan and especially Mingi!

Mingi and Lily are very loud with each other, that can't be changed.

They've known each other for over 12 years!!

Lily taught Mingi to speak Russian for fun, but he does it very clumsily.

They are so supportive of each other and care so much :(((

🧊–Lily's other friends:

–Yeji and Chaeryeong (ITZY)

–Lily (NMIXX)

–Jake, Jungwon and Sunghoon (ENHYPEN)

–Karina and Winter (AESPA)

–Hwasa

–Lalisa Manoban (BLACKPINK)

–Soomin (STAYC)

–Keeho (P1HARMONY)

–Beomgyu (TXT)

–Yunjin and Eunchae (LE SSERAFIM)

–Ricky (ZB1)

–Dami (Dreamcatcher)

–Vernon (Seventeen)

–Soyeon and Minnie ((G)I-DLE)

–Kim Taehyung (BTS)

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Justice Lords AU Jon/Damian Drabble

Lord! Jon / The Demon’s Head! Damian

Prompt: Faked Relationships + Arranged Marriage

So a friend give me this prompt and urged me to write this. Started as a drabble then some how ends in a short fic.

Might post the whole thing on AO3 once finished. It’s a pure fluff crack fic. If I can write romance comedy in Superlords AU I can do anything.

+Based on JLU animation setting. I refuse to acknowledge the comic sequel in JL beyond

Enjoy!

+++

“I need you to marry me.”

By this, the Kryptonian nearly toppled and fell from where he was floating in midair, if that was something could be done.

“What?!” he squeaked, absolutely dumbfounded.

“Well, not marry me, to be exact,” the Demon’s Head waved a hand in a very much dismissive way, as if they were just talking about weather, “An engagement, more like it.”

Gawking, the young lord Jon-El, son of the supreme Lord Superman, watched his best friend, former mentor and the current leader of League of Assassins, Damian al Ghul, with sheer amount of disbelief.

He had known there was something in Damian’s mind the second he dropped by in the courtyard of Narda Parbat base, as his friend had not even complained when being pulled into a suffocatingly tight embrace, rather been eyeing him with a wistful silence - which was why Jon had offered a short flight, and ended it by stopping at their favorite spot on the mountainside, for a sparring session or whatever Damian felt like.

He had not expect that ‘something’ to be this, however.

“Where did that even come from?” Jon furrowed incredulously, hovering closer to the older male.

Damian’s lips pressed into a thin line, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted down in dismay. Jon noticed that he was putting on his I-have-a-favor-to-ask-but-I’m-the-Demon’s-Head-so-I-only-order-people-around face.“Mother has been pestering me with the topic of marriage and suitable consorts, again, lately.”

Jon blinked. Sometimes he really couldn’t understand what was with Talia’s temporary obsession about her son’s non-exist marital status, considering herself had never married, at least not formally, but - “Oh, okay, it’s not something hard to solve though. I can just —”

“You’re not going to kill another daughter or son of some significant political figure just because I said ‘they annoyed me so’, or lobotomize them,” Damian cut off curtly, voice cold and harsh, “Mother was quite upset the last time you’ve done this. We’ve spent months to neutralize the consequences, and I don’t think your father appreciated it very much either.”

“Dad doesn’t appreciate a lot of things.”

Damian sighed, ignoring his quip. “And you’re not going to kill mother,” he paused, before adding another warning, “As well as your father. We’ve been over this before.”

Jon deflated, then pouted like spoiled child. “Fine. It’s not like I hate aunt Tal, you know, just the option’s open at anytime.”

“Yes, Jon, I have no doubts that you’d do anything for me,” said Damian dryly, arm crossed, with barely a nick of sarcasm, “Which is why pretending to be my betrothal should at least be one of them.”

It was true, and they both knew it by hearts. The young Kryptonian would do literally everything and anything in his power, or die tried beyond his power to fulfill what Damian al Ghul had wished for; whether it was a country, the world, or stars and moon – he would bring them all down and offered before the Demon’s Head’s throne, with simply a word rolling off the other man’s tongue.

But it did not mean he would waste a chance to haggle.

“Um, yep. I just can’t figure out how and when did I come into the scheme.”

Damian’s shoulder tensed, yet eased down within seconds once more, and begrudgingly he started, “Well, in hope of ending this kind of conversations once and for all, I’ve may or may not told mother that I’m already betrothed to someone on my own behalf.”

Dead silence suddenly hanged down between the two of them, until Jon spoke softly, in the end.

“Dami, it hurt me to say this, but sometimes you’re really stupid,” he said in the most earnest and genuine voice.

The Demon’s Head resumed talking without a comment, only tapped one finger on the hilt of the Kryptonite dagger, sheathed at the side of his belt, displaying a clear attitude. “And I would like to make sure we’re both aware of the... detailed information about this relationship, since we’ll finally inform mother our engagement at dinner tonight, and she might have the curiosity for further inquiries.”

“Right. Sure, even though I still haven’t agreed on a single part here, but go on.” Jon chirped in a deliberately sickening sweet tone.

This earned him a threatening glare, which Jon blew out a raspberry in return, then floated even higher. Damian could not actually be angry with him when nothing had happened, moreover, when he was the one who had a favor to ask. True to the belief, his sole response was a familiar tutting sound, and the emerald eyes moved away to gaze at the mountains afar. After another minute of peaceful quietness, Damian eventually spoke and dropping the bombshell. “For your reference, we’ve been secretly engaged for several years by now.”

“Whoa, we have?”

Without batting an eye, Damian continued in an uncannily even and nonchalant tone. “To be more specific, we had confessed and exchanged our vows when you were nineteen. The year you paid a visit when I was in Europe, and we spent the summer together.”

“Oh Rao I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” Jon muttered under his breath. Just then he stilled, eyes widened, head perked up, and a dawning realization struck like a lighting, “Wait, is that one time you almost fell off from the Eiffel Tower?”

“Yes, that one time you almost dropped me off from the Eiffel Tower,” Damian spat, “But also no, it should be later, in Greece.”

“Parthenon?”

“Parthenon.”

“Was it before or after the accident that we nearly set it on fire? You know, together, by mistake, and somehow my fault was not in the larger proportion there.”

At last, the unwavering mask of indifference was cracked by the recollection of that particular incident. Damian winced. He opened his mouth while in search of a comeback, or any evidence for correction in details. There was none, and the only option he left was grunting like an ill-tempered cat.

“After that, possibly,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

“Must be quite romantic then, I can imagine,” said the young lord in a sing-song voice, beaming with satisfaction.

Damian huffed with a sneer inside. “Indeed, everything seems extremely romantic after being at each other’s throat in a literal manner for the past thirty minutes.”

“I didn’t start that. I was just messing around with you.”

“If by ‘messing around’ you mean as ‘practicing homicide’.”

“Well it’s not me who thought it was a great idea to—” he feigned a surprised yelp when being suddenly dragged down by his cape. Did Jon see that coming? Of course. Could he dodge it? No problem. He could even stay still like a solid concrete and start a tug-of-war in air, but then Damian’s embarrassment might turn into true enragement. Thus he chose to offer the cheekiest smile to those blazing green eyes, now on horizontal level with and an inch too close, “’right, sorry, please do continue.”

Those eyes scrutinized his face for a while longer, before Damian’s own expression softened. He loosened the grip, yet refrained from completely let go of the silky white fabric, still holding it gently between his fingers. Following the subtle cue, Jon set feet to the ground and straightened up a little, as though being anchored by the hand that pulled him down.

“That makes the anniversary of our engagement on the 23rd of July,” and so Damian returned to the previous topic while thoroughly disregarding the small interlude, “Which is why we generally spent summer together since then.”

“Is it? Wait, we’re not actually engaged in the past few years, right? Are we?” Damian just stared at him, unimpressed by the display of idiocy.

“I assure you, we aren’t,” he then released the cape, “However, half a truth often makes up a great lie, and it works perfectly in this case.”

“And I thought we pretty much spent every summer together.”

“We didn’t. Not since you went back with your father when you were twelve,” Jon grimaced at that reminder, “Truthfully, I never know what’s your excuse whenever you disappeared for at least a whole month.”

The Kryptonian snorted.

“Dad doesn’t really care about what I’m doing as long as I’m not wrecking havoc to worsen his migranine. That is, since the whole Elite incident years ago,” he then paused for a few hesitant seconds. Jon-El slightly tilted head to met with the other’s eyes, as he was levitating on tip-toes in subconscious once again, “I have no quarrel with pretending to be your ‘betrothal’ or whatever, D, though clearly it’s one of your dumbest idea. But hey! Sounds fun! And the story totally sells, on some levels. Just you know nothing’s gonna be merely ‘fake boyfriend’ trope when it comes to our families, right?”

“Might as well,” Damian hummed, and he dared to start the explanation shamelessly under his friend’s now confused gaze, “It’s obvious that the Justice Lords are reconsidering their current partnership with the League and Leviathan. I doubt mother is too happy about some ‘trivial disagreements’ in recent as well, and I don’t always see eye to eye with people on either side.”

Jon stared at him. Damian stared back. The pregnant silence stretched longer this time, until Jon gasped loudly, eyes wide with disbelief. He dashed so high up into the air before dived down again in an instant.

Damian cursed in Arabic while busily trying to dust off the snow now covering his hair and robe, caused by the rapid gush of wind. Jon paid him no mind.

“Wow. Okay. Hold on. I can’t believe you’ve just talked me into a political marriage,” he half-shrieked, half-spluttered into the other’s ears, “Is this actually your mom’s idea? Am I in the ‘suitable consorts’ list?! Didn’t aunt Tal remark on how I’m never going to be a ‘passable husband material’ last month when I told that story about Beacon?”

“I’m pretty sure she still holds the same opinion,” Damian grumbled with a wince on his face. He pushed him away for a little, in sake of the eardrums, “Look, it’s not like the wedding will happen anytime soon. We’re just going to make the contract part official.”

“Ugh,” Jon pulled a face, “Why? Why’re you doing this to me? You know how much I hate those political stuff and formal occasions, and I hate to start anything that’s closer to a serious conversation with dad or the other lords. Why? Did I do something wrong? Are you still mad about that research station I had accidentally blown off? Or is it because I refused to help you sneak into the Fortress last time? You know you’ve already been there plenty of times!”

A muscle jumped on the Demon’s jaw when a certain event was mentioned, yet the only reaction he let out in the end was a sigh. “I’m still mad about that research station you had accidentally blown off, but that’s not the reason.”

“And it’s not mother’s idea, either. To be honest, I don’t think she’ll be rejoiced to hear this arrangement. Doubtlessly she has other plans in mind,” reluctant as he was, seeing Jon was still watching him skeptically, Damian could only supplied with another confession, “If that makes you feel better, I didn’t consider much when the ‘secretly bethrothed’ thing blurted out. I’m merely turning an impulsive mistake into a tactical strategy.”

“And you think your mom’s gonna agree with this? Since now it’s clear that I’m not an optional son-in-law in her ‘mother’s choice’ edition.”

“That is, exactly the cause behind our romantic backstory. I know this sounds unreal, but given the past record of herself, mother actually has a soft spot when it comes to the heart’s cause,” for a second, Damian looked like he wanted to avert his gaze to elsewhere and took aback everything had happened. He continued nonetheless, “I have to admit, considering the talk of marriage will eventually come up sooner or later, it’s much better to know that we’re in this together.”

The young lord did not respond. He remained completely still, the tip of his shoes left shallow grazes on the snow since he was hovering a few inches apart from the ground. The only sound he made was the sound of the pale white cape billowing in wind.

Jon-El snapped out from whatever outer body experience he was going through when Damian gently laid a hand on to his shoulder. He looked down at the hand, then back to Damian’s face, back upon at the hand on his shoulder again, and abruptly retreated a huge step back. The sky blue eyes flared a tint of red for a fleeting moment, as he sent Damian a menacing look right before he took lift with a sonic boom. It was a “just-watch-me-leave-you-here-and-try-to find-a-way-down-on-your-own” look, which the al Ghul was entirely capable of, since he was nine. However, Damian knew better than wasting energy unnessarily on a self-solved problem.

He yawned, counting seconds in mind while watching the shadowcasts of cloud flowing through the rugged silhouette of the mountains.

It took around two minutes and fourty-seven seconds for that monotone and crimson blur to reappear in the edge of his sight. Jon soared back and landed in front of him, raven black hair in a wind-blown state, with a light frown on his face, and the rest was unreadable. He puffed, finally, shoulder slumped in compromise.

“Alright. Fine. But you better give me a very nice ring.”

“That can be arranged.” Damian smiled smugly, which replied by another eye-rolling.

“Dad’s gonna be so pissed, and aunt Kara too. Kon’ll probably find this overly hilarious,” Jon murmured. Unsurprisingly, that grumpy pout gradually dissipated through the muttering, instead a wicked grin starting to spread on his face, “Oh such delight, I can’t wait for this month’s family dinner. If I’m going to suffer, I’d better turn this into everyone else’s problem.”

“You’re a menace.” Damian scoffed, yet the fondness overweighted mockery in it.

Without a warning, Jon lunged forward, two steel-strong arms choked the other in a too tight hug. Damian’s hands almost instinctly flied to the hilt of the sword, only Jon had slackened the clutch too quick. He twirled his position to spoon Damian from behind, still floating aloft, and rest his chin on the center of the hair whorl. Damian growled, but did not try any effort to push him off.

“Still can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Jon complained aloud, “You owed me an Apokolips-scaled favor now, which means you’re forbid to get mad at me from now on.”

“I think that’s still in need for further negotiation,” Damian commented in a deadpan tone.

“Have you already prepared a prenuptial agreement?”

“Hmm.”

“What kind of answer is that?” Jon pinched his friend and soon-to-be betrothal on cheek (without really using any strength, of course). Damian grunted and let it be, but caught his wrist at the second attempt.

“I’m afraid your halcyon days are over, Lord Jon-El. Welcome to my life and put responsibility into your dictionary,” mocked by the Demon’s Head.

To this, Jon sighed exasperately and tightened his hold before Damian’s chest, then nuzzled even closer. Both of them were well past the point to be bothered by this cold, but warmth was always welcomed.

“Hate you,” said Jon, voice a little too cheerul.

“Hate you more,” replied Damian, a barely contained laugh in tone.

-END/TBC-

Other background settings on this AU:

So Superman and Lois are still Jon’s biological parents in this setting, but only on genetic level. Lord! Superman had tried everything in hope to make Lois stay with him back then, so he used Kryptonian technology to create a child from his lab, using his and modified Lois’ gene (probably from blood samples or sth.) and take the baby to meet Lois.

My impression to Lois is that she would likely to wait for a chanse to strike back rather than commit suicide when there’s no way out. She then took care of Jon in those imprisoned years, until Jon fell gravely ill due to his unstable DNA and Lord Superman took him to somewhere else for treatment, and Lois had finally escaped in that period of time.

After Lois’ escapement, among other situations, Kal-El was busy with his work and didn’t have the will to raise the child, therefore send him to LoA through Lord Batman’s introduction. Jon was 5-6 yro back then, he and Damian were still 3 yrs apart in this AU.

Talia had informed Batman about their child a lot ealier in this setting, and Damian was basically always raised in the League. Jon went back with his father reluctantly when he was 12. Their relationship was strange and distant rather than tensed. Kal-El sort of viewed this child as the final reminiscence of Lois, while Jon just, honestly didn’t care(...) On the other hand, although Lord Superman might have not too many moral compass, he valued his rules, but Jon’s just pure chaotic, didn’t really care abt anything whatsoever unless it involved Damian.

Lois was now in an anti-Lords organisation. Jon called her Ms. Lane and paid visit to chat occassionally, and constantly mocking his father’s pathetic love life.

Ra’s died or couldn’t use pit to regenerate anymore at somepoint, then Damian became the Demon’s Head.

#jondami #damijon #jon kent #damian wayne #jonathan kent #super sons #talia al ghul #justice lords #justice lord #superlord #superlords #DCU #fanfic #damian al ghul

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thatonebandgeek · 2 years

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4am calls

a/n: have a tim drake drabble where tim stays up till 4am talking to his secret boyfriend until he gets interupted...

tw: cursing

“You’re joking.”

“Honestly I’m not! Jason really threw a gallon of chocolate milk at Damian! It was hilarious.”

“Please tell me you caught it on camera.”

tim laughs softly,” Baby, if I had it on camera I would’ve sent it to you already.”

“This is a historic moment!” the (h/c)nette gasps in fake shock,” The Tim Drake doesn’t actually have the evidence? This is shocking!”

“Listen, when you next sneak in through my window I’ll get the security footage up and show it you. Damian’s so proud of it too. He thinks of it like a trophy of surviving the Milk assassination.”

they both giggle quietly.

“ Really Drake? Milk assassination was the best you could come up with?”

“Hey! Cut me some slack! It’s...” tim checks his laptop screen,” four am which is far too early in the morning for me to come up with nick-names for failed assassination attempts.” as if to emphasise his point, tim yawns on cue.

“Aww...Is my birdie tired? Is he sweepy?” (m/n) coos in a baby-voice.

“(m/n)?”

“Yes Timbo?”

“Fuck you.”

“You already do that Timmy,” the (h/c) male says. (m/n)’s grin lights up tim’s laptop screen as his face turns redder than his robin costume.

“I-I actually no. I hate you-you fuckin bitchy asswipe.”

“ Ouch! I’m wound-”

“ I KNEW YOU HAD A SPOUSE!”

"* insert screams of fear*”

a few minutes earlier

“ Baby if I had it on camera I would have sent it to you already.”

Damian groaned.

Tim had just called his ‘secret’ boyfriend baby for the fifty-second time, in a span of seven hours. It had started off as subtle flirting but soon grew into things only boyfriends would tell each other. Damian knew the signs well.

Damian had had his suspicions about Tim being in a secret relationship for a while. The past seven hours had proved his theory.

And as cringe worthy as the two of them sounded Damian needed his sleep.

Getting up, he steps out into the hall heading straight for Jason’s room.

There were many unsettling and disturbing things that Damian did not know about Jason Todd. But to contrast those, there were many he did know. For instance, Damian knew just how much Jason would love to embarrass Tim in front of his boyfriend and utterly humiliate him.

Jason was messed up. But so was Dami’.

Knocking on the door, Damian was surprised to get an instant response.

“Gimme-gimme a minute.”

The younger Wayne rolls his eyes, “More like an hour.”

The door opens to revealed a disheveled and clearly tired Jason Todd.

“It’s four in the fucking morning.”

“I know.”

“So then why are you here?”

Sighing, Damian begins to explain,” You hate Drake, correct?”

“We’re....rivals.”

Giving Jason a ‘wtf’ look Damian continues,” It has come to my attention that Drake has a suitor.”

“What?”

“I’ll put it into words you’ll understand you idiot. Drake has a boyfriend of whom he is on call with as we speak.” he stops to grin at Jason,” I believe you know where I’m going with this.”

“Oh absolutely. What’re you suggesting kiddo?”

present

(a/n tumblr wouldnt let me put the other bear border again >:( )

“I KNEW YOU HAD A SPOUSE!”

“* insert screams and screeches of fear*”

“DAMIAN WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY WOULD YOU YELL LIKE THAT?? AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN SPOUSE?”

Enter a smirking Jason Todd.

“ Screaming wasn’t his idea it was mine.”

“Why would you incourage this you prick?”

“Cuz’ if I know anyone in this house the moment they hear screaming they’ll come running to the scene.”

Tim turned pale,” You mean you did this to expose my boyfriend? And humiliate me in front of him?”

“Yup. I give you three seconds before everyone gets here.”

“Why was Tim screaming?” why hello~ Dick Grayson.

“Ooh~ Dick you’re early to the party!”

Dick tilts his head in confusion clearly tired and confused,” What’re you on about?”

“ We’re all meeting Drake’s beloved Grayson.”

Cue the teenage-girl-esque squealing.

“TIMMY HAS A BOYFRIEND?!”

if Damian yelling hadn’t alerted the whole Wayne residence that something was up Dick’s squealing did. In the space of five seconds Steph, Cass, Duke and Alfred stood in the hallway.

“Didn’t know you swung that way Timbobs.”

“Boyfriend? Who has a boyfriend?”

“Tims got a-what?”

“ Congratulations Master Timothy. I’m incredibly proud of yo-”

“STOP WITH ALL THE QUESTIONS!”

All eyes turn to Tim and his laptop. Displayed on the screen was a very angry looking boyfriend. And next to the screen was a very freaked out Tim.

“Can’t you see you’re freaking him out? Just take a chill pill and let him calm down.”(m/n) lets out an angry puff of air as the questions stop.

Getting down on one knee, Dick puts his hands on Tim’s knees.

“ Tim,” suddenly he sounds serious,” I don’t have a problem with you guys being a thing. I’m-I-I’m so happy for you Tim, so happy that you’ve has found someone you can be with and laugh with. It makes me happier than cat videos do. I’m sorry if we overwhelmed you with all the questions it’s just that we want to know more about the guy that makes Tim smile like coffees confirmed healthy.” They all giggle. “We’re just happy.”

tim smiles,“Thanks you guys.”

“Aw...You’re wlecome Timbo.”

“No hanky-panky when he comes over though.”

“JASON WHAT THE FUCK!”

a/n: this is my baby

#tim drake #tim drake x male reader #jason todd #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #fluff #we all love tim drake

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ruenii · 1 year

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Damian: I hate you, I loathe your very existence in my life. Your lack of self-preservation would cost us greatly and you prove yourself useless when you cannot even take care of yourself. It would be most acceptable if you were to just leave and never come back, Drake. You are no longer needed here.

Tim, luggage in hand, who already bought plane tickets cause he's already planned on leaving Gotham: ..Okay, got that, but for the love of god please let go of me, Dami. My flight's in 3 and it's fucking rush hour.

#tim drake #damian wayne #batbros #batfam #dc #suki drabbles #damian clinging on to tims waist as he tries to walk through the door #'Tt i am glad you have finally come to your senses drake'#'now you wont be such a burden on our shoulders'#damian says as he desperately tries to drag tim back to the house #and his eyes are suspiciously watery #tim just sighs exaspertadely #'dami pls ill be back next month I promise now let go of me-'

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panda-writes-kpop · 9 months

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Sour Frosted Lemonade ~ Dami

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope you all are doing well. 🫶

TW: Post-argument setting, bittersweet angst

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》》》 Prompt List

A Frosted Lemonade Slushie helps you cool off after a long out in the sun. It's sweet flavor is a relief from the heat, but if your heart is sour, then you'll be frostbitten.

You knew your limits, so you had to walk out of your apartment and get some air when the conversation was getting tense.

Arguing with Dami had to be the most frustrating experience in the world, you reason as you walk down the street. Her temper never flares, and she always stays calm whenever you are at your wit's end. She tries talking you down, but you're as stubborn as they come, so you can't just get off your high horse and admit that you're wrong, if you're even the one in the wrong.

You can hear gentle footsteps catching up to your own, so you have to walk faster in order to avoid the conversation that you definitely do not want to have right now.

Although Dami was not persistent in verbal language, her actions and gestures suggested differently. Whenever you tried to walk away after a fight, she'd end up pulling you into her arms or chasing you down when you tried to get so air, like she was doing right now.

You stop when you get tired, and you reluctantly turn around to face Dami, who looks at you with a concerned face.

"You didn't wear a coat. It's cold out." Dami offers you a coat, and you take it with a confused look on your face.

"You aren't going to-"

"No, I understand that you and I have different ways of working through our issues. Come home when you're ready to talk. I'll be there."

The pained expression on her face paints a different picture than the words she says, but you choose to believe what she's saying.

"I'm gonna go visit a friend to talk things out. I'll text you when I get there so you know I'm safe." You quickly put on the coat before turning around and heading to your friend's house.

Dami's silence strikes a chord with you, as you're used to her trying to convince you to stay, so when you turn around to talk with her, you're surprised to see that she's long gone.

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ryujenini · 3 months

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IMAGINE #36 (fluff)

Imagine calling Yoohyeon when you can't sleep just to hear her voice and have her softly sing you to sleep

#dreamcatcher #yoohyeon #kpop #fluff #imagine #drabble #soft hours #soft thoughts #siyeon #jiu #sua #handong #dami #gahyeon #ryujenini

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moguridragon · 2 years

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Home |Dreamcatcher - Dami x Fem!Reader|

You saw the pictures online, the videos. You couldn’t help but squeal when you saw the videos of her dancing to her members’ solos on stage. You couldn’t help but check your calendar, hoping that the days would go by much sooner before she was with you again.

You let out another sigh, counting back the hours that prevented you from just talking with her. Everything about your life was almost normal, but hers… Hers was all over the place. One minute she’s home with you and the next she’s off for another schedule.

But you loved her. Everything about her made you fall so deeply in love with her.

From the moment you met her in the bookstore, you said it was fate and she would just smile at you, repeating your words.

Your first impression of her had been wonderful. She was in the same aisle as you, browsing the many different books. You had pulled a few books from their place, reading the book jacket to get a better feel for what you had grabbed. You must’ve caught her attention with how long you had been debating it before she had spoken up.

“I’ve read those.” She smiled.

“Oh?” You glanced up at her, seeing only her eyes to start with. She had a mask that covered most of her face, allowing you to focus on her words. “Were they any good?” You asked.

“If you like the sappy romance.” She shrugged her shoulders, turning her head back to the other books in front of her.

“I”m not too fond of it.” You sighed, setting the two books back in their proper places. “I’d rather have realistic romance rather than the fake version that everyone thinks is real.” You explained.

“This book is like that.” The woman pulled out another book, handing it to you. “I’ve read it a million times over… It’s kind of my favorite.” She let out a small chuckle, causing you to smile.

“Your favorite?” You asked her.

“Yeah, it’s a great read. A real page turner when you get to chapter two.” She added.

“You know, a person’s favorite book says a lot about said person.” You smirked, looking at the book in your hands. “Are you sure you want to entrust a stranger with that information?” You asked.

“Maybe I want said stranger to possess this knowledge…” She whispered.

You blinked a few times, absolutely floored that she was just as up front as you were.

“Well in that case… Please follow me.” You tucked the book under your arm, leading this girl to the fantasy section. A place that you had frequented as of late. Your eyes scanned through the books, finally landing on the same copy of a book you owned at home. In a much nicer condition of course. “Here.” You pulled the book from the shelf, handing it to your newfound stranger friend. “Since we’re sharing favorites.” You admitted.

“Fantasy? Interesting.” Your newfound friend opened the book, paging through the first chapter before shutting the book. “Would be a shame if we never saw each other again to share how we felt about each other’s books.” She sighed.

“If it’s meant to be, then it’s destiny.” You whispered.

You didn’t see her again, mainly because your schedule had been jammed-packed with work and various other things. You had been reading a few chapters a night, ultimately falling in love with the stranger’s favorite book and now you were sure that you would never see her again.

Until some months later and you saw her in the same bookstore, this time in the fantasy section. You weren’t sure if it was her, mainly because all you remembered were her eyes. It was summer now, which meant fewer layers and you had no idea what she looked like.

“Stranger!” You recognized her voice, turning to see her staring right at you with a smile. “I finished your book, and the second book in the series.” She chuckled.

“What did you think?” You asked her.

“I couldn’t put it down.” She chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. “I didn’t know the third book hadn’t come out yet.” She frowned.

“It’ll hopefully come out soon.” You sighed. “I really liked your book by the way.” You smiled. “Made me very happy.”

“Good. I’m glad.” She smiled.

Again, it was fate that you two had been able to see each other again. After that, you exchanged contacts, allowing you to get closer and closer to each other. When you found out she was an idol, you were supportive of her career, helping her with her ups and downs when she needed it most.

What really got you was when she had shown up at your doorstep at three in the morning, soaking wet from the downpour. She had quietly admitted her feelings for you, saying that it was eating her alive not being able to tell you. You felt so many emotions that you couldn’t help but just kiss her right there. You didn’t care that she was soaking wet.

Now you were going on three years of dating, and she was incredibly far away from you. You were quite literally counting the days and minutes until her arrival back, hoping that she would be safe and healthy.

It had been a few more weeks before you heard the familiar door chime, and the actual door opening. You were in the middle of making dinner when you heard everything, causing you to turn the stove off and wipe your hands. By the time you had turned, you saw your girlfriend standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a giant smile sitting on her face.

“You’re back!” You hurried over, wrapping your arms around her tightly.

“I missed you so much,” Yubin whispered, holding you just as tight.

“I missed you too. I’m cooking dinner, are you hungry?” You fired off a few questions, earning a small laugh from her.

“I can eat, and I am also tired.” She admitted.

You hugged her tighter, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Go wash up, change out of your clothes. I’ll finish cooking.” You whispered.

“I’ve been gone for over a month and all I get is a kiss on the cheek?” She frowned. You rolled your eyes, pulling her in for a real kiss. You couldn’t help but smile into it, knowing that she was incredibly sarcastic when she wanted to be. But you loved that about her.

She was your home. Your home away from home and everything about her was comfortable to you. Just home.

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