HoneyBeeKissed

Hi! My name is honeybeekissed, I read and write xreader fanfiction, all of my works will be tagged with #honeybeekissed

Masterlist

My main fandoms are:

DC

Marvel

Narnia

Harry Potter

Criminal Minds

But more will be added as I write for them

What I'll write:

Oneshots/Blurbs

Headcanons

Text fics

AUs

⚠️Rules⚠️

I will not write NSFW or smut as I'm not comfortable with writing it

I only do character x readers not character x characters, I don't have any problem with them I just don't write them

There's a zero-tolerance policy here, if you are rude or harassing me, I can and will block you

Panic!

a/n: Here you go babes (; Word: 1.0k

Jason had never exactly told you why he had dyed that one strip of his hair white, it was always brushed off with some vague excuse. But, when your friend asked to try a new bleaching technique on you for their cosmetic school course, you only had one request. So, that led you to standing in front of the chipped bathroom mirror, gently brushing your new chunk of white strands. Jason was out on patrol and would be back any minute now and you were practically jumping with excitement.

The sound of a click came from the bedroom that was attached to the bathroom, heavy boots crossed the hardwood floorboards. "I'm back!" Your boyfriend yelled, voice gruff from tiredness. He flops down on your shared bed, face first, arms hanging off the sides as he lets out a long breath. There were more criminals out tonight than anticipated and it really took him out this time. "I'm in the bathroom." You yell back through the door, quickly scrubbing your hands with soap.

"I have a surprise too."

That grabs Jason's attention, he turns his head to the door. "Oh really?" He asked, wondering if this will be more like the time you changed all the blankets to one with embarrassing photos of him as the design or when you made him a massive table full of every food he liked for his birthday. You rested your hand on the door handle, “close your eyes!” He quickly sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed facing the bathroom door and squeezed his eyes shut.

He could hear the squeak of the rusty hinges as the door opened. "Ta daaa!" He takes a peak at you and immediately wishes he hadn’t. The first thing he spotted was your hair, bright white, a perfect match to his. Flashes of the Lazarus pit filled his head, waking up in watery green that didn’t feel right, practically launching himself up and gasping like he had forgotten how to breathe. His breath becomes rapid and the colour drains from his face. "I-you-how did- did you-" Jason just kept stuttering, curling his fingers around the bedsheets.

You frown, catching his change in mannerisms immediately. "Jason, you okay?" Taking a couple steps forward, you crouch down beside him, watching as his eyerises shrink much smaller than they should. His eyes stayed glued to the floor, trying to think of anything else, but he just couldn't. “No no no no no no no no no.” He kept repeating, shrinking further and further into himself. You reach up and stroke his arm, trying to calm him down. “What’s wrong, what’s happening.” You ask, he tears his view over to you. 

"You can’t have, they wouldn’t have done that, how-?" He muttered. It was clear that something was wrong, you couldn’t think of anything other than your hair being the problem, but that couldn’t have been it, right? All Jason could think was how, and why. The LoA wouldn’t have any reason to kill you, even less of a reason to bring you back. I couldn’t be them, but who else could it have been? He reached a blistered hand up and touched your cheek, thumb stroking your hairline. He wasn’t being sweet, he was checking for a pulse. Not completely sure if this was happening or it was another horrid nightmare.

"If you really don't like my hair, I can dye it back." Jason's brain buffered putting the pieces together. "Dy-Dye? Your hair is dyed?" You nod, frowning a little. He felt the weight on his chest slowly disintegrate, his breathing gradually slowing down. "So you didn't die, you never touched Lazarus water?" Your eyebrows shot up with surprise. "Dead! No, of course not. What even is Lazarus water? It sounds like a way too expensive water brand or something."

"There's... something I've got to tell you."

You felt like you'd been hit by a truck, and you kind of wish you had been. "So you- you died. And then some assassin lady dug you out of your grave and brung you back to life in a green pool of life magic." Jason pressed his lips together and nodded. "That's...insane." You turn your head to look him right in the eye, but end up looking at the strip of white hair. "Are you okay?" He threaded his fingers together, keeping them clasped. "Yeah, there isn't a possibility of scaring from it and the only side affect that really effect me is the increased healing rate, which is more helpful than any-"

"Jason." You say sternly, tilting your head at him. Oh, you meant emotionally. "It happened a long time ago, really, I'm mostly fine now. Seeing you like, this, was just a bit of a scare, that's all." He insisted, gesturing vaguely at your white patch of hair. You didn't fully believe him, but you knew he wouldn't budge from it. "I'm guessing you'll want to spend the night with your parents or something. You can just explain the break up any way you want-" You quickly interrupt him, shaking your head. "Break up, what are you talking about? Jason, I'm not breaking up with you."

He felt a bit shocked, "what, really? It's just, I didn't think most people would want to live with someone like that?" You brush a piece of hair that had fallen in his face out of his gaze. "It's not like you chose this, plus, I'm already knowingly living with a Crime Lord and Vigilante." Jason can't help but laugh a little at that. "Yeah, good point." But his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm serious, there is no way I'm leaving you. You know that, right." You gently press, brushing your fingers across his cheek. He leans into your touch, not breaking eye contact. "I know."

Faking It

a/n: your wish is my command Word: 1.2k

It made Hermione's blood boil every time she saw Ron and Lavender walking hand in hand. She had never been too knowledgeable about romance (or how to stop it), so she did exactly what she does best, research. Literally any romance book she could get her hands on, she read. One thing that she noticed was a shared theme was using fake dating for jealousy. And 9/10 times, it works. Obviously, the falling in love with their fake dating partner would never happen in real life, but the fake dating idea wasn't too bad.

So, she recruited the best person for the job, you. While Ron didn't hate you, the two of you didn't exactly get along. Some sort of sports rivalry, completely ridiculous in her opinion. But, she knew for a fact that it would blow Ron's top off with how mad he would get. What Hermione did not know was that she would be sitting in the library, head in her hands with Harry trying his best to handle the situation. She did not know that she would be exactly like the woman in the books and fall for you.

"Hermione, I'm sure it'll be fine. Ron doesn't even like you like that, so you could even just keep pretending dating and never actually stop!" He tried to reason, which didn't help. "So I failed the plan twice!" Hermione groaned, Harry cringed at his mistake. When she had dragged him to the back of the library, he thought he was about to get lectured about his third failed potions assignment, not a confession about his friend fake dating a girl to make his other friend jealous.

"Well, why don't you just... ask her out? If she'll fake date you, surely she'll real date you." He suggested, gesturing around. Hermione slowly lifted her head, turning an intimidating stare to him. "I can't do that, do you even know how many times I reiterated that I didn't like her in that way. She would flip out if I told her, what if she stops talking to me?" She worried, getting progressively louder. One of the librarians shot her a look, pressing a wrinkly finger to her lips. Hermione sighs, this is hopeless. "Look, the worst that'll happen is it's a bit awkward, so what. Wouldn't it be worth the risk?" He asked, to be fair, he had a pretty good point. Hermione sighs, turning back to her friend. "When did you get so wise?" Harry smiled a bit, "I guess you're rubbing off on me."

You weren't entirely sure why Hermione had sent you a note to meet her in the DADA room, but you weren't going to complain about being in the same room as the girl you had a crush on. You don't exactly remember when your feelings for Hermione had started, but somewhere between cuddling up on a couch during Gryffindor dorm parties and study 'dates' in the library, all the wanting to hold her hand became real instead of for show. Sure, it was nice to have everyone thinking you were dating the girl of your dreams, but in reality, it was a sham. She wanted Ron back, and you had to respect that.

The creek of the wooden classroom door caught your attention, looking up just in time to see Hermione shut the door with a click. She looked nervous, which made you feel nervous. Had she found out you liked her? No, that's impossible, you hadn't even told your cat, yet alone a talking being who could have told her. "You good? It looks like you're about to throw up." You say pushing off the bench you were leaning on. She looked at you, brown yours wide. "Uh, yes, I'm fine. There's just something I have to tell you."

She took a deep breath, clenching her hands so hard her fingernails dug into her palms. You practiced this all day, you've got this under control. "I like you, as in I have a crush on you. And I know that there is a rather large chance that you don't like me back but I need to tell you this because you deserve to know. If you don't like me that's fine and we can end the fake relationship right now, but if you do... it would be a bit helpful to know before you go to your Quidditch game."

You stood there, slightly in shock. Hermione freaking Granger liked you back, it was a miracle. But the words 'I like you too' felt stuck in your throat, so instead all that came out was "I-uh, I-"

After a few awkward and completely silent seconds later, the same oak door she'd just came though was kicked open and the entirety of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, including Ron And Oliver, poked their heads in. "There you are, come one! I already let you skip warm-up, the game's about to start and you need to get into gear." Oliver said, rushing to grab your arm, not even stopping to acknowledge Hermione before dragging you out. "Hey! Wait- hold on-" You protested, getting only a glimpse of Hermione's startled look before the door shut and you were pulled away.

Once you had finally gotten into gear, the team had gotten off your back about being late. Unfortunately, they had gotten right back on when you started playing shittier than normal. During the interval break, Oliver came up to you. "What's going on with you? You're missing all your passes, that almost never happens." You were leaning against the wall, staring off into the distance with a glazed over look in your eyes. "Hermione Ganger likes me." You loudly whisper, making Oliver roll his eyes. "Are you serious? You worried about impressing your girlfriend or something?"

He put a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look at him and listen properly. "If you want to do something to keep Granger liking you, then win her a match." Oliver's ideas rarely had something to do with anything other than winning Quidditch games, and this one was no different. But something about what he said got you out of the fog pretty quick. Before you knew it, you were scoring goals and catching passes like a pro. All the while, you were picturing Hermione, standing in the crowd of red and gold, watching you win.

Your team had won, obviously, and now all the crowds had been released. Which is why it wasn't surprising to see Hermione walking back over to you, only terrifying. She started talking quicker than you could process, not that it mattered. "Look, I'm really sorry if I made things weir-" But you cut her off, pulling her in by her waist and pressing your lips to hers. She felt taken aback, but kissed back sooner than later, resting her hands on your shoulder and cheek. "I like you too." You mumbled against her with a smile.

Summary: Headcanons on dating Conner Kent/Kon El a/n: requested by @graciepie09: I was wondering maybe you could batboys + Conner and Jon Kent bf head cannons

🥡| He brags about you constantly, like all the time. Every interview you can find from him there's always some mention about you, ranging from a small comment to an entire paragraph. He once spent an entire interview scrolling through his phone, showing everyone all his favourite photos of you. It was all fine and dandy until he showed you the interview, you thought it was embarrassing, he thought it was adorable

🥡| Your favourite dates you do are rooftop takeout dates. You'll grab whatever you're eating that night, call into the sky right outside the place and Conner will swoop down and grab you, taking you up to LexCorps roof. The two of you would spend hours up there, stuffing your face with takeout and talking each other's ears off. Sometimes, you and Conner will use his super hearing to spy on the people you know. There have been a few time were he'd caught some... not so PG13 things and had to lie about it, but apart from that it was all fun and games

🥡| Once you'd gotten deeper into your relationship, he gave you his iconic black jacket with the Super Symbol. He obviously had another one made, but there was a couple of weeks where he went without one. And it drove Metropolis CRAZY when some supposedly random girl started walking around in SUPERBOYS SIGNATURE JACKET! People would crowd you outside and ask you a million and two questions, you could barely get out of the wall of people without one trying to grab the jacket

🥡| He's flirty, 100% without a doubt. If he sees you standing on a street while he's saving the day, he'll swoop by to 'say hi to the beautiful lady', which he normally gets told off for later. Sometimes he'll drop you bouquets of flowers from above, it catches you a bit off guard but it's still sweet. And he's ecstatic when you flirt back, immediately leaning more into it. You're a bit less extravagant about it, more subtle, like arm touches when he says a joke or looking more at his lips than his eyes

🥡| He insists on transporting you around, well, it's less insisting and more picking you up if you try to walk somewhere. You can't even count the amount of times he's dropped you off at home or at school, your schoolmates don't even bother to acknowledge it anymore. Conners perfected the art of not messing up your hair when super speeding or flying you around, only after you complained about it the first three times. All the other people he flew around, like his teammates, benefited form it too

🥡| Nicknames

Yours: Sups, Boy-Toy, Kon El His: Princess, Babe, Kryptonian version of your name (I strongly believe that all of the Supers give their close loved ones Kryptonian names)

🥡| In public it doesn't seem so, but Conner is completely clingy. When you're hanging out alone watching a movie or napping, he's cuddled up next to you. His father/Lex once walked into his room to tell him something and was confused to see his endless energy son curled up into your side, fast asleep. He's always connected to you somehow, wether it's by holding your hand or having you shoved up and making-out against his bedroom wall

Well, I hope this isn't too much or makes you uncomfortable. If you don't want to write the last part (the darker part), that's fine! I was just thinking about it and wanted to see what others thought.

O inglês não é minha língua materna, então peço desculpas se confundi algum pronome. Os pronomes na minha língua nativa seguem regras específicas que não se aplicam ao inglês, o que pode causar confusão.

(Last thing: imagine doing kids' things with them? Things they couldn't do because they had to grow up too fast and didn't get to enjoy... Amusement parks, building snowmen, receiving a really big teddy bear as a gift, endless compliments about how cute they are and how proud the reader is of them, a trip where they can do whatever they want, trying out new recipes at night...)

Threats, Cookies, and Snowballs

a/n: of course I can do platonic! I love the concept of a sunshine character with a darker side, plus, this was a good brain break from the head canons I've been doing fyi, 'Ammah is the Arabic name for an aunt on your fathers side, if this is wrong, please correct me Word: 1.7k

This is the most condescending man in the universe

You're not completely sure how you're holding up a smile, but your brother isn't doing any better. The man in front of you is Gregory Green, this new up and coming business man who clearly doesn't realise he's shit talking Tim right to his aunt and father's faces. Your nephews were over on the other side of the banquet hall, last you heard they were arguing about who made the better snowman from your snowman building competition you had held last night.

Bruce quickly excused himself to get your drinks refilled, but you weren't so lucky and had to keep the conversation. "Like, he's still only a teenager, there's no way he can actually be managing an entire company. He definitely has other people doing the actual work, he definitely has the hush money, you know what I mean?" He said, raising his eyebrows up and down. "I've had plenty of conversations with Mr. Drake, and he seems more than capable enough to run Wayne Enterprises. If you haven't been keeping up with the news lately, this is WE's biggest profit year since 2019."

Gregory rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy that you'd proved him wrong. "Well, I'll tell you one thing, it was a good decision not to leave that Greyson kid in charge. With his, well, charming habits he used to have with Gotham, there would be a thousand ladies running at him by now. He probably wouldn't even have time to manage anything with the amount of men and women he'd be pulling. What even is his job now, didn't he join the police force?" You gripped the side of your dress, digging your fingernails into your palm. "He's actually recently been appointed Bludhaven's top police officer according to his excessive amount of drug busts he led."

He sighed again, unhappy that you weren't following his lead. "Well, that Damian kid is a walking wrecking ball if I've ever seen one, the only biological Wayne son and he represents it by starting fights. Is there anything that boy is good at or are there boxing gloves in his future, am I right?" The asshole took a long sip from his wine glass, thinking he'd finally gotten it. "Actually, I heard that he's an incredible artist. Bruce has been flaunting the University's offering him art scholarships all night. Though being the kind soul he is, the boy's decided to go down the medicine route. Apparently, he's been reading medical journals since he was 6?" You smiled sweetly, yet said it in the most condescending voice you could muster.

"Yeah, well, I'll tell you something, his old kid Jason-" Ok, now you've had enough. Quick as the Flash, you grabbed one of the forks from the table nearest to you and pulled him close by his suit jacket. Gregory smiled smugly for a second, before his face dropped at the sharp felling digging into his flesh. Still keeping that pristine smile on your face, you mutter. "Now look here mister, It was already upsetting to hear you gossip about my nephews right to my face, but luckily, keeping my cool with rowdy people such as yourself is a very consistent part of my job. But there is no reality where you get to trash talk a dead child, do you understand me?"

He nodded violently, too startled to say a word. "Now, I'm sure you're too numb in the brain to understand what's happening, so let me spell it out for you. This fork right here, is pressed against your brachial artery. This means that, if I wish so, you could bleed out in the next 90 seconds and I surely have enough strength to keep you upright and keep no one the wiser. Did that get through to your poor excuse for a brain?" You ask in the same voice you'd use when talking to a puppy. He nodded again, eyes shaking from fear. "So if you ever talk shit about my family again, especially my sweet Jason-" But before you could finish the threat, Dick appeared beside you, as well as the rest of your family, and gently pulled you away. "Alright Aunty, I think it's about time for us to be leaving."

With that, you were de-forked and brought to the massive car out back, Jason waiting in disguise to drive the six of you home. Once they had managed to stuff you into the middle seat, preventing you from escaping back into the party to finish of Mr. Green, they confronted you. "You know you can't threaten people in the middle of a Gala, right?" Bruce asks, he'd been going to Galas with you since you could walk, so you knew it was a rhetorical question. "Yeah Brucie, I know." You replied nonetheless. Jason frowned, still keeping his eyes on the road. "Wait, what happened?" Tim responded before you could. "She threatened someone's Brachial Artery."

"He was shit talking everyone! He even tried to bring up Jason." You defend, gesturing so wildly you almost smacked Damian in the face. "'Ammah, we appreciate you defending our honour, especially myself. But you do not normally act like this, it was perceived as jarring." Damian said. He was right, you had never done anything remotely like this before, not in broad daylight at least. You dropped your face into your hands, resting your elbows on your knees. "Yes, I know, it's just a little difficult to deal with people like that." Duke reached over from the very back row of seats and patted your shoulder.

You were out on your room's balcony, sitting right in the thin layer of snow, not particularly caring about how it would affect your pyjamas. There was movement beside you and you turned your head. A pillow plopped by your left and, of all the people who could crouch, Alfred sat down next to you with a polite grunt. He had in hand a tray of still warm, gooey, chocolate chip cookies. They were your recipe, you'd recognise them anywhere. You called them 'Eat Your Heart Outs', always making them whenever someone felt down in the dumps. It was a rare sight for someone other than you to be baking them. "I have a feeling you will be needing these."

Giving him a small smile, you reach over for a cookie. "Thank you, Alfred." Biting into the soft snack, you felt a rush of serotonin and warmth. Placing the tray in your lap, he looks at you expectantly. You knew he wanted to talk about what happened, he always did. "He was trying to insult my own family to my face, then he tried to bring up Jason." You mumbled, not making eye contact with the old gentleman. It felt like that time you were a kid and dumped a bucket of paint over one of Bruce's bullies heads, you knew you were justified, but that didn't make it okay.

"You understand what you did was wrong, Miss Wayne?"

"Yes."

"Well, I won't say that I am proud of you-" He was just barely able to stand up, using your shoulder to push with, "-but I will admit that when push comes to shove, a younger me would have done the same." And with that, he stepped through the doorway, shutting the glass behind him with a clink.

Meanwhile in the kitchen...

The rest of the bats had just watched Alfred leave the kitchen and were now crowded around the island, along with Cass and Steph who had returned from patrol and had been recently filled in. The kids all turned to your brother, their father, the man who had helped raise you. "Okay B, what was that?" Dick spoke first, mirroring everyone's question. "Aunt's never like that, she's basically if the song 'Pocket full of Sunshine' was a person. Plus, she's certainly smart enough not to threaten someone's life in public!"

Bruce sighed a bit, leaning against the marble countertop. "There have only been a handful of times she's done anything like that, to my knowledge at least. Nobody can be that positive all the time, not even your Aunt." The bat kids frowned for a minute, they were surprised you'd done this in the first place, yet alone more than once! "But we have other things to worry about right now." Bruce announced. "Alfred just went out there with a batch of 'Eat Your Heart Outs', which means this is something she feels guilty about, we need to cheer her up." Everyone nodded in agreement, immediately putting their detective brains together.

"...I got it!" Jason shouted a little too loud.

"B, remember when you two were telling us about that one winter when she'd gotten her first F in school, and was feeling down and you set up that snowball battle arena in the back yard where she absolutely kicked your ass?" Bruce frowned, "I didn't get my ass kicked... but that should work."

Before you knew it, Cass had stuffed you into a winter coat and her and Steph had headed you outside. "Okay, seriously, what's this all about?" You asked looking around the backyard. There were walls of snow and ice everywhere and not a single other family member in sight. It looked slightly familiar, but you truly could not put your finger on it. That was, until you heard the voice of your youngest nephew echo from the farthest right snow pile. "Commencing the Snowball Games!"

You and the girls ducked just in time to dodge the snowball hurdling towards you. Letting out a laugh as it occurs to you where you've seen this before, you ball up some snow of your own as the rest of the family appears, firing rounds of snow at each other. Launching one straight across, it manages to hit your brother square in the forehead, sending him backwards.

It was only hours later you returned inside, still arguing about whose team won. You felt a million times better and cold, you could barely even remember that horrible man Gregory. You're the luckiest aunt in the world to have the Waynes as your family...

Summary: Headcanons on dating Jason Todd Requested: requested by @graciepie09: I was wondering maybe you could batboys + Conner and Jon Kent bf head cannon a/n: Damn, never realised how much story potential I had for Jason up until now

🎯| Jason is an amazing cook, so cooking dinner for you is one of his most consistent romantic gestures. Every Sunday, he'll ask you what you want to have for dinner that week, make a list of all the ingredients and send you out to get the. If it wasn't for the fact that he's a major crime lord, he would have gone out himself. For his birthday one year, you'd brought him this frilly apron with 'kiss the cook' printed on the front in swirly letters as a gag gift, but he actually loved it and now wears it every time he cooks

🎯| Because of Jasons... unconventional job, you've become decently good at patching him up. You hid medical kits in every crevice of his home, and made sure to restock them monthly. The first time you were there when he came home with an injury, you almost had a panic attack. He tried his absolute best to comfort you through stitching up the deep cut on his back shoulder blade, despite him being the one almost bleeding out. That was actually the day you decided to move in with him, you couldn't bare to imagine what would have happened if you weren't there to help

🎯| While most partners would get an initial tattoo on their arm or matching piercings to represent their partner, your dyed you hair. More specifically, you dyed yours to have the same white strip that Jason had. The first time he saw you with it, his soul left his body thinking you'd gotten it from the Lazarus pit or something. That was the first and up until your not legally binding wedding day the last time you'd ever seen Jason Todd cry. He didn't let you out of his arms for one second that night, and you certainly weren't going to argue

🎯| Every night without fail, Jason will read his old romance books out loud to you. Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, Villette, you could recite passages of them in your sleep because of the tradition. Occasionally, you'll speak them to Jason, like your own little version of flirting with each other. He always knows exactly what to say back, having read the books many different times. Once, you did it in front of his family and the stared at you oddly, liked you were aliens

🎯| Telling you he's Red Hood was one of the most terrifying things he's ever had to do. Mainly because he's straight up killed people, but also because he's technically dead according to the death certificate he has stuffed under his bed. He almost wanted you to be mad, upset, scared, that was something he's dealt with before. Instead, you just sat on his couch, completely shocked, not saying a word. When you'd first met, he'd told you that having the same name as the famous dead adopted Wayne was a funny coincidence, but it wasn't. Then adding on the fact he was Red Hood, it almost broke your brain. You didn't talk to him for a week afterwards, and it practically killed Jason. But eventually you sat down and worked through the shock

🎯| Jason always traveled by motorcycle, which made you his backpack. (FYI, being a backpack in this context is when you sit in the back of the bike with the biker) It was terrifying, and the only reason he stuck near the speed limits. Normally, you would make him take your car, but every once in a while a hero or vigilante would crush it and you'd go a while without it.

🎯| A popular place for you guys to go on dates is the gun range. He would help you learn to aim and how to stand properly. Eventually you got the hang of it all on your own, and with Jason's teaching, would absolutely obliterate the other players' scores. Sometimes, you would challenge him to a round, loser buys nachos from the bar behind, and every time without fail he'll let you win. Not by much, but just enough where you'd think he's actually trying

Summary: Headcanons on dating John Kent Requested: requested by @graciepie09: I was wondering maybe you could batboys + Conner and Jon Kent bf head cannon a/n: Hey (;

🌻| He gives you bouquet flowers all the time, he even does the trick where he keeps one to know when you need more. They are always homegrown, he has a little spot in his back yard where he plants them. His favourite ones to grow are sunflowers, he says they're bright and beautiful and reminds him of the sun, like you. If you're allergic or have hay fever (like me), he'll instead grab pieces of coloured paper and fold them into flowers

🌻| Nicknames

His: Hon, Doll, a Kryptonian version of your name (I strongly believe that all of the Supers give their close loved ones Kryptonian names) Yours: Sunshine, Super, Buttercup, Babe

🌻| Despite the great reflexes he gets from his Kryptonian DNA, he's always incredibly clumsy around you. When you walk past him in the halls, he'll watch you, turnings head so far he doesn't notice when he somehow steps on his other shoe's shoelace, luckily he catches himself before he could embarrass himself more. You find it adorable, he finds it mortifying

🌻| John was raised by country grandparent standards, meaning he does every classic dating 'ritual' type things. One of those things is giving you his jacket in cold weather. He doesn't even need jackets, he originally only wore them to seem more human, but when you kept forgetting yours, he found another reason to wear them. This is actually how he realised he had a crush on you. One day, he showed up to your hangout and you had finally remembered a jacket, he felt oddly sad, which was when it finally clicked

🌻| When he finally decided to tell you he's Superboy, he felt terrified. What if he scared you off?I mean, you were dating a half-alien secret superhero, that's really freaky. But instead, you were fascinated, because, you know, ALIANS! You circled him a few times while asking a million questions, even lifting and inspecting his body to see if anything was noticeably different. Which definitely didn't make him stammer and turn him red in the face.

🌻| John will often take you around to meet any new animals when he visits his grandparents farm during the holidays. You enjoy getting to pet them and feed them, John enjoys watching your smile when you get excited. Once, his grandparents even let you name one of the calves. Out of humour, you named it Johnathan Jr, which you thought was hilarious. John immediately played into it, even denting 'Jr' onto its cowbell.

🌻| He loves your food, like, genuinely. It doesn't matter how many people say it tastes gross or overcooked, he'll be asking for as many plates as he can physically eat. Once, you baked a cake for his birthday, and he ate the entire thing before his party had even started! Now, whenever he's feeling down in the dumps from school or superheroing, you'll quickly grab whatever you can find in the fridge and make something for him.

Summary: Headcanons about dating Tim Drake a/n: requested by @graciepie09: I was wondering maybe you could batboys + Conner and Jon Kent bf head cannons + Tim's first cause I already had this started in my drafts

🛹| Tim was bound to teach you something in your relationship, and that thing was how to skateboard. He would hold you by your arm and your waist, steadying you while rolling you up and down his insanely long driveway. The first time he managed to convince you to try it, you gripped his arm so tight you left little bruises in his upper arm. But you saw how much joy he got out of skating, so for his birthday, you brought a skateboard and painted a collage of his favourite colours on it

🛹| His coffee addiction rubbed off on you big time, and he finally started to see why his family was so concerned. One night, when he snuck over to check on you while on patrol, he found you still up at 1:05am chugging an entire pot of coffee. After that, he wouldn't drink coffee around you and in turn, his own coffee intake went down dramatically because of how much time he spends with you. His family was so ecstatic about it that Bruce actually started to let you stay over to take it down more

🛹| Your favourite type of date to go on are escape rooms. While Tim is always up for letting others take control of situations and helping others, deep down a small part of him likes to show off every once in a while. Luckily for him, you love to watch him genius-out. Of course you help solve the problems too, but he would be done with his puzzles in maybe 10 minutes, so he would come over to help you instead

🛹| When he told you he’s Red Robin, instead of being shocked or mad that he didn't tell you sooner, you laughed at him. You did not believe him at first, even saying “nah, you're not strong enough to be a vigilante.” He immediately proves you wrong by picking you up with one arm and sitting you on his shoulder with ease, which you still to this day deny made you blush

🛹| You kind of just exist while he dives into his detective work. You sit in a spare chair in the Batcave, reading a book or scrolling through your phone. Watching him work was quite interesting, the way his eyebrows furrow or how he would mutter things under his breath. Sometimes, you would ask him questions about whatever he's looking at and he would break it down well enough for you to understand

🛹| Tim himself isn't much of a nickname person, he'll drop in a 'babe' every once in a while, but that's about it. He generally calls people nicknames to annoy them rather than show affection, like when he calls Damian Demon Brat (which I strongly believe he does). On the other hand, he loves it when you call him nicknames. The favourites being Pretty Boy and Genius, which are very much recurring

🛹| He has an entire photo album of just photos of you, it's both digital and physical. He has the file backed up more than he does case evidence. Every anniversary of yours, he'll bring them out of storage and flip through them. There's even an album for before you started dating, filled with photos of you 'hanging out', which he has now released were pretty much just unintentional dates

🛹| When Tim gets anxious, which is often, he gets quite clingy. He'll squeeze your hand when you're out in public or cuddle up to you on the couch if you're at home. It's like his tell for his anxiety, he rarely does this with anyone else. He physically keeps to himself more often than not, so the first time he was feeling stressed and flopped on top of you while you were laying on the couch, you were a bit surprised to start with, but it eventually just became the norm

Summary: It only took one photo between you and Conner standing a bit too close to spark a rumour about you. Before anyone could stamp the whispers out, the picture picture was plastered over every newspaper and article both Gotham and Metropolis have to offer Pairing: Conner Kent x batsis!reader Word: 1.6k a/n: request from @graciepie09: Could you do a Conner Kent x batsis reader + send more requests guys! (no pressure)

You couldn’t believe your dad agreed to partner with LexCorp…LexCorp! Obviously you knew it was a peace deal the Justice League made with Lex Luthor, you were there when they agreed on it, but there had to have been a better option. Now, you and your siblings were standing up on a stage, pulling convincing smiles and trying not to blink while being bombarded with camera flashes. 

On the other side of the stage was Lex Luthor, his sister Lena Luthor, and his scientific spawn Conner Kent. You’re not even sure why he bothered taking the last name Kent, the public knew him as a mix of Lex Luthor and Superman, not Clark Kent.

The main photographer ushered us all down to the pavement in front of the stage, sorting us into rows for the official event photo. You, unluckily enough, we stood next to Conner. He floated down to your left, sifting his circle sunglasses up into his messy black hair. You faced towards the camera, flashing your best smile. Conner looked at you through the corner of his eyes, leaning down to your ear. “Wayne,” he greeted, “nice dress.” You kept your eyes glued to the camera. “Luthor,” you begrudgingly greeted back.

He chuckled a bit, but it sounded strained. “Aw, did the detective forget my name?” Turning your head to the boy, you were much closer now. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t think Superman had a surname.” You said in the most condescending voice you could. But like most things said to him, he brushed it off with ease. 

“I bet you’d remember if my last name was Wayne, maybe I could take it from you?”

You could feel heat creeping up your neck and hear your heart start to beat faster, you knew Conner could hear it too. “Sounds like someone’s flustered.” He joked, starting to float a little. You grab the zipper edges of his leather jacket, a bit rougher than you meant too, and anchored him back to the ground. “Don’t go getting all high and mighty on me now Super.” Conner's smile softens just a bit, you obviously noticed, but thought nothing of it. Taking his sunglasses off his head, he placed them in your face, seating the bridge over your nose.

Pulling you into his side and putting his index and middle finger up behind your head to imitate bunny ears, he leaned in and whispered. “Say cheese.” Out of pure muscle memory at the words, you flashed a smile just in time for the photo. After your eyes quickly adjusted from the burst of light, you gently shoved Conner away, not wanting the newspaper to label it as any more than wanting personal space. 

“Get off me.” Grinning, he moved his arm back to his side. You watch him perk up at something and whip his head around, making eye contact with an already staring Lex Luthor. If you were to guess, Lex had whispered for him to come over there.

Zooming over to his poor excuse for a father, Conner landed by his side. Lex frowned at him, “Don’t,” is all he says. Conner raised an eyebrow at him, “don’t what?” He asked, Lex shifted a bit closer so he could be quieter. “Don’t go getting closer to any more of those Waynes. I already let you be friends with that geeky one with the floppy hair.” Conner stares at Lex for a second. “...you mean Tim? I’ve been friends with him for a year and a half, how do you not know his name?”

“That’s not the point. I don’t want to deal with any more of them than I have to. Plus, I don’t want to have to deal with a girlfriend of yours.”

Conner's face burned bright red, people rarely ever say things that can throw him off, this was one of those times. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He defended, but Lex had already seen his son's embarrassment. “Well, you could have fooled me.”

You were laying on the couch in the lounge room, fiddling with Conner's glasses that he’d forgotten to take back. They were high quality, which isn’t too surprising considering it was LexCorp tech, and extremely tinted. Normally, you would read the articles that were published whenever you went to an event, but you really didn’t want to see you and Conner posing together. It made your chest both light and heavy at the same time, which felt weird.

Speaking of weird, you pick up on the sounds of running through the halls. Next thing you know, a horde of your siblings all slid into the room. Tim, who was at the front of the pack, stopped in the middle of the floor. Unfortunately, the rest of your siblings crashed into him and they all ended up in a big pile of limbs and jumbled shouting. “Uh… hey?” You say, sitting yourself up.

After they all stood back up, Damian, with his annoyingly no nonsense nature, was the first to bombard you. “Are you courting Conner Kent?”

You choke on air, “NO! What? Dami, why would you think that?” Stephanie shoved her phone in your face so close it almost collided with your nose. “Cause of this.” You took the phone from her hand and brought it further away from your face. The first thing you saw was the headline, which made your soul leave your body. 

A Luthor and a Wayne? What a Shock! 

During a recent business celebration between Wayne Enterprises and LexCorp, one of the Wayne daughters and Lex Luthor's only child were seen getting unusually close. Superboy was seen pulling her close by the waist, and Miss Wayne was seen leaving the venue with his glasses. Could there be a secret romance between the two? If so, how long has this been going on for and why are we only seeing signs of this now?

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

This is it, this is how you die. Not from your vigilante work or from some crazed fan going too far, from embarrassment. Sinking down into the couch, you felt different. Not like you expected to, no impending need to throw up. You had… butterflies? Maybe you did like the thought of you two dating, maybe you’d imagined what it would feel like to wear that jacket he always wore or what conversations you would have watching sunsets. But a dating rumour was still a terrible thing to have going around. 

There was a nock on the door, three sharp noises from barely five feet away. All of you raced to the door, you got there first and grabbed the handle. Opening the door, you came face to face with Conner. He didn’t seem even the slightest bit surprised by all your siblings crowded in the entrance, he probably heard them coming. He looked a bit scared, which was odd for him.

“So, we probably need to talk, right?” He asked, hands shoved in his pockets. Reaching down to the shoe rack and grabbing some sneakers, you quickly pulled them on. “As long as it’s not here.” Before Dick could protest you going off alone with the boy you were allegedly dating, Conner had already wrapped his arm around your waist and shot up into the sky, just barely missing the roof's edge.

Conner landed you two on the top of a massively tall building, one that would take ages for any of your family to make it up there in time to catch you. After finding your balance, you look up at each other and realize just how close you are. His arm around your waist, your hand on his chest, faces just millimeters apart. Quickly jumping apart, you awkwardly brushed it off. Walking over to the edge of the building, you sit with your legs dangling over, Conner following your lead.

“So…” He started, though he didn’t really know where the sentence was going. But you interrupted him before he could figure it out. “It’s been public for too long, so Babs can’t just scrub this. But we have plans for when things like these happen, god knows how many times dating rumours have gone around about Bruce.” You were trying to reassure him about being able to get rid of it, but he didn’t look any less tense. 

“Uh, yeah, glad you’ve got this under control.” He was refusing to make eye contact with you, playing with the cuffs of his jacket and chewing on his lip. “What’s wrong?” You ask, shuffling closer, which he took notice of. “I-it’s nothing.” You frowned, he knew you were a detective and there’s no way he thought you couldn’t see the signs. “Conner, do you think I’m an idiot?” He looked shocked, turning his head towards you faster than expected. “What? Of course not!”

“You are clearly showing signs of timidness and you’re fidgeting like crazy. You’re stuttering, which you never do. I’m a detective so there’s no way you’d think I wouldn’t notice. Plus, you’re not telling me so that means it has something to do with me. All of this is completely obvious and I don’t think there would be any other reasoning other than you think I’m too stupid to notice-”

“Well you haven’t seemed to pick up on the fact that I kinda like the idea of us.” You stopped at his interruption, freezing up. Conner looked like what came out of his mouth wasn’t what he wanted to say. But, you started to smile. “I guess you didn’t pick up that I kinda like it too.” He quickly developed a smile of his own. 

Summary: You always wore the same necklace everyday, but one day, it falls off during work and you left without noticing. Luckily, Spencer did. So one trip to your apartment and thunderstorm later, you two were set to have an embarrassing day at work Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader Word: 1.8k a/n: It’s officially school holidays where I live which mean 2 weeks without school!!! Also I cannot believe I wrote this in one night

You wore the same necklace everyday, same polished gold, same name written out in swirls. No matter where or when, even if you had to hide it under your shirt, it was clasped around your neck like a personal identification card. And it had always been sturdy, enduring endless cases and live firings out in the field.

Up until now, that is. Because right as Spencer had finished packing up his bag, his eye caught a small shine from under your desk. Walking closer, he kneeled down and ducked under the desk. Managing to grab the object, thanks to his longer fingers, he brought it closer. Spencer immediately knew it was your necklace before he even read the name.

“Reid?”

Spencer jerked his head up out of instinct, hitting the underside of the table with a bang before quickly moving back and standing up. “Uh, wha- yeah.” Was all he could get out, rubbing the spot on his scalp he’d hit. Morgan was standing in front of him, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “What are you doing under that desk?” He asks, which was a fair enough question.

Spencer held out his hand and showed his friend the necklace. Morgan’s eyes go wide, he knew how important that necklace was to you, and seeing it anywhere other than around your neck was an odd sight. “She never takes that thing off,” Morgan says. Spencer took a deep breath, like he always did when he was about to info-dump. 

“Actually, I don’t think she did, you see, the clasps on most necklaces are put under the most stress from pulling and rubbing against skin on a daily basis. If you look closely, you can see how this bit of the clasp is bent in a way where it will fit, but, the second tension is applied it would unclasp.” Morgan looked at Spencer, brow knotted slightly. “Pretty boy, you know how much she loves that necklace, when she notices it’s not with her I can’t even imagine how distraught she’ll be. You need to get it to her now.” He emphasised.

Spencer hesitated a bit. “I’m not sure, wouldn’t it be weird if I just, showed up to her apartment without notice?” He questioned, toying with the chain. Morgan placed a large hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “You know she loves seeing you, I swear her face gets brighter when she sees you in the mornings.”

Spencer smiles, flashing back on the mornings you would walk in looking like you were despair incarnated, just to gain the biggest smile when you spotted him. “In that case, I should probably leave before it gets too dark.” He says decidedly, gently stuffing the necklace into his pants pocket.

Morgan watched him walk out of the door, just a little faster than he normally walks. Garcia smoothly rolled over in a wheely chair, chewing on an impossibly glittery pen. “Where’s he off to in such a hurry?” Morgan leaned against your desk and chuckled. “He’s eager to return someone’s necklace.” Garcia's jaw dropped before she let out a squeal of excitement.

“Wait, so you know he likes..?”

“Yep.”

“And that she likes..?”

“Uh huh.”

She spins around on her chair, both hands over her heart. “Oh, it’s so adorable!” Then she gets a sneaky look. “10$ says they kiss?” Morgan looks down at her with an equally challenging smile, “your on.”

Spencer had to practically force his hand to knock on your apartment door. He thought he’d worked through his nerves during the 20 minutes he’d spent sitting in his car fixing your necklace, but the camera rushing back just a bit too soon. He could hear the sounds of carful footsteps from inside, and knew you were checking through the peephole.

The creamy door swung open to reveal your beaming face staring up at him. You had a towel in one hand and the door handle in the other, dressed in shorts and a worn out band t-shirt, topping it all off with freshly washed wet hair. Spencer could feel the heat travel up his neck, and deeply hoped it didn’t show.

“Spence!” You remarked, tilting your head slightly, letting your hair sway. “What are you doing here?” He buffered for a few seconds, before snapping back to reality and opening his hand out to you, showing you the necklace. “I, uh, this was on the floor under your desk. I fixed the broken latch for you.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck with awkwardness.

You gasped, grabbing the jewellery from his palm before wrapping your hands around his one. “Thank you so much, I was so scared I was never going to find it.” Now he knew his face was red. “I was going to drop it off at the front office, but decided it would be better to drop it off myself.”

Spencer watched as you eagerly clasped the chain around your neck. He really wished he was the one doing that, but you were more than capable of doing that yourself. Turning around to walk back to his car, he saw through the glass wall that it was pouring down with rain, accompanied by the sounds of thunder somewhere in the distance.

Great, just great. He let out a tired sigh, running his hand through his hair. The parking lot was like a 5 minute walk from the nearest covered area, he’d probably end up catching a cold and he didn’t think the germaphobe in him could handle that.

Spencer heard the sound of you sucking in air through your teeth. Turning back around, you spoke first. “If you want, you can come inside and wait out the rain?” Spencer smiles at your invite, you’d always been the first to offer up your place when others on the team couldn’t go home. “Yes, actually, that’d be great.”

Spencer wasn’t entirely sure how he got here, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. The two of you were curled up together on the couch, you cuddled up against his side and his arm around your shoulders, covered in a blanket watching 27 Dresses. He’d always imagined what your nights would look like if you were together, this was pretty much it.

He had already figured out how the movie was going to go, so instead he watched all your reactions. By the time [protagonist's name] had started her dress montage, you’d noticed his constant gaze. Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, you ask quietly. “What are you thinking about Spence?”

He responded without thinking, which he would regret almost immediately. 

“I want to kiss you so bad.”

Spencer’s eyes go wide when his brain catches up to what he said. For such a super genius, that was a pretty stupid move. He waited for you to lurch back, make a disgusted face, tell him he’s insane. But instead, your smile grew a slight bit more. Before he could react, your arms wrapped around his neck and your mouth was on his.

Spencer fell back onto the couch, blanket falling to the ground. He instinctively steadied you, gripping you by the hips. Your lips felt warm against his, the strong taste of mint from your toothpaste mixing in his mouth. One of your hands ran up the back of his neck and raked up and tugged on his hair, causing a little gasp to slip out of his throat.

Then, he got into it. Spencer was properly kissing you back now, head tilted and all. His mouth travelled away from yours, brushing down your jaw all the way to your neck. He wrapped his index finger around your necklace chain and gently jerked you closer, colliding his lips with your now much hotter skin.

You let out a squeak that quickly turned into a satisfied groan, letting your head fall down into the crook of his neck. The sounds of the movie dialogue were replaced with the echos of Spencer sucking at your neck. Your nails dug into his neck to the point it was surprising you didn’t draw blood.

By the time Spencer looked back up at you, your neck was littered with reddish purple marks. His eyes had turned glassy and his breath was shaking. Then, much to his surprise, you leaned down and trailed kisses right down his neck before whispering. “My turn.”

When you and Spencer woke up the next morning, the rain had cleared up and the sun was shining through the windows. You sat up from your spot lying on Spencer and Spencer lifted himself off the couch, the leather peeling away from his skin. He looked up at you  with a gleeful smile. “Good morning.”

If you weren’t so distracted, you would have been completely flustered. But something felt off, it took a minute but Spencer felt it too. Then, your phone buzzed with a text from Garcia that lit up your phone screen.

9:57am

You two were so late. Quickly scrambling up, you didn’t even bother to change clothes and ran out the door. You took Spencer's car and speeded your way to work. It’s honestly impressive that you weren’t pulled over. You walked into the office first, Spencer waiting back for a bit to be inconspicuous. Well, as inconspicuous as you could be.

Sitting down at your desk across from Morgan, he smirked at your dishevelled state. “Looks like someone had a fun night.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah, I got drunk, so what?” You lied, unpacking your bag. Morgan snorted, “your neck says that wasn’t the only thing that happened.”

You froze for a second, before grabbing your phone and flipping the camera to selfie mode. Your neck was completely covered in dark hickeys, clearly fresh. “Shit.” You dug around in your purse but remembered your emergency concealer had run out a week ago. And because the universe had such comedic timing, Garcia  appeared behind you with a gasp.

“Oh my gosh! Someone didn’t sleep alone last night.” Sinking down into your chair, you popped the collar of your shirt to help hide the marks. At that moment, Spencer walked past the little gathering and over to his desk further away. And to your absolute horror, he wasn’t left unscathed either.

He had his fair share of hickeys too, but it was paired with red scratches down his neck. Morgan and Garcia both looked at each other and connected the dots, massive grins growing on their faces. You, on the other hand, quickly got up from your chair. “I’m going to the bathroom, be right back.”

While walking by Spencer’s desk, you gesture at your neck and make a scrunched up face at him. Spencer’s eyes went wide at the damage he’d done to you and got up out of his seat. Supposedly to go check his own neck in a mirror.

Summary: Spencer Reid isn’t athletic, he falls while getting up from his chair and trips over thin air. But despite that, every time you happen to forget and throw something at him, he’ll always try to catch it. Your colleagues have a list of their favourite times it’s happened, but secretly, the best incident is the one they didn’t see Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader Word: 1.1k a/n: I just started watching Criminal Minds and I already have an entire Pinterest board for him, I’m down bad

The first occurrence was when you had first joined the team, still learning the dynamics, but comfortable with everyone. You and a few others, including Spencer, were poking around a crime scene. It was a little flat from a murdered traveling business woman who liked collecting things from places she had visited. 

You picked up one of the little figurines sitting on her mantle place above the fire. It was carved out of a dark heavyish wood, painted with an odd looking face on it. Turning around, you called out. “Hey, Reid! What’s this?” Tossing it to him as he turned around. 

His eyes widen and his hands fly out, but not quite fast enough for him to grab it properly. Instead, the statue hits his palm, causing him to bat it up. It happened several more times before the carving hit the carpet with a thud. 

You look down at the souvenir, then up at Spencer with a look as if he just personally offended your bloodline. “…What was that catch?” You ask, slightly confused. Part of your FBI mandated training and requirements are a 95 or higher on the official reflex tests. Plus, your 5-year-old nephew could catch better than that.

You smiled at him, “at least that big brain of yours makes up for those poor reaction times.”

Spencer’s face turns bright red with embarrassment. He hated when that happened, it’s why P.E was the only class he couldn’t dominate in. Quickly crouching down, he picks up the statue. “It’s, um- a Tiki. They’re part of ancient Polynesian Mythology. They represent the Native Hawaiian Deities such as Kū, Lono, Kāne, and Kanaloa. It was believed to protect sacred spaces.”

The Second time was more your fault. Everyone was sitting in the meeting room, running over piles on piles of paper files. Spencer, being the genius he naturally is, was already done with the tall stack he had sitting in front of him. There was one folder that he couldn’t grab before returning to his spot. 

He called over to you, standing up straighter. “Uh, hey, could you pass me that file?” Out of pure instinct and skill, without looking or frankly hesitation, you picked up the manila file and flung it at him frizz-by style. “Sure, heads up!”

The file hit him in the stomach so hard he fell over, folding in half and letting out a grunt of pain. Only after you let go of the object do you relies what a horrible idea that was going to be. Spencer speedily regains his composure and props himself up on his elbows. Only for his sights to be met with you, hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to erupt in laughter.

“Stop that, it’s not funny!” He shouts at you, more annoyed than mad. But his whining only broke the dam, and now you’re the one bent in half. Quickly stiffing your laughs, you walk over and offer a helping hand. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s not that funny.”

“Your face says otherwise.”

He retorts, taking your hand and pulling himself up. Spencer pulled a bit too hard, and ended up far too close to your face. You two quickly stepped backwards, separating before it got any warmer between you.

The third time was different

This UnSub was crazy! Not in the usual ‘I kidnapped an FBI agent because that’s just a great idea!’ type of crazy. More like the, ‘I’m gonna run across building roofs’ type of crazy. But that didn’t stop you from jumping up on the vans roof and then on the buildings to follow him.

While the rest of the BAU weren’t impulsive enough to jump up and join you, they did follow you on foot. And for once in his life, Spencer was running up front. 

Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, lungs burning. Jumping to another roof again, you could see the guy start to slow down. Not enough for you to catch up, unfortunately. But you started to worry about a jump further on. It was a large jump, and the roof before it was still wet from last night's rain.

You both jump, while the UnSub was able to hold his ground and jump on the slippery tiles, you weren’t so lucky. Slipping and sliding down, you see Spencer had stopped chasing the guy and was waiting on the ground with a few others. You knew it probably wasn’t the best idea, but you didn’t really have many other choices.

“Spencer, Catch!” You pushed off of the roofing and up into the air. Spencer understood the plan before you even started to fall down. He rushed forward, arms stretched out and watching as you got closer.

You finally land in his arms, taking him down a little bit. You wrap your arms around his neck so you wouldn’t fall out of his grip. Both your hearts beat in sync, the same rapped ba bum ba bum ba bum in your too close chests. He could feel your warm breath on his neck, sending shivers up his spine.

He was looking right at you, his hazel eyes softer than you’d ever seen them, widening when you made eye contact. You remember something Spencer had once told the team one case.

“Pupils dilate when you look at someone you love primarily due to the activation of your autonomic nervous system. The intense emotional stimulation and romantic attraction trigger your brain to release a surge of neurotransmitters and hormones, such as oxytocin and dopamine.” 

Spencer shook his head, getting his mind out of the clouds. Clearing his throat, he gently put you back on your feet. But, his hands stayed on your waist. Reaching his hand up, he bends your head down and checks the back of your head. “Are you ok? Does anything hurt?”

“My ass kinda hurts, but there isn’t much you could do about that.” You say without thinking. Your head snaps up once you had realised what you’d said. Spenser's face was bright red, his brain buffering. 

Right at that moment, you hear Morgan’s voice from down the street. “Hey! Are you guys good?” Spencer leans his head back in the voice’s direction. “We’re fine!” You look down at your ankle, a massive bloody cut across it. “Um, actually Spence.” You gesture down at your injury. 

Summary: Edmund had been going to the library by his house for ages, and slowly developed a crush on the librarian around his age working there. So he finally decided to ask her out with flowers and a book she’s been wanting to read Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x f!Librarian!Reader Word: 1k a/n: Sorry about the delay, my laptop completely stopped functioning so I did this on my phone instead

It had been months since Edmund and his siblings had returned to England, and his adjustment had been… rocky, to say the least. But if there was one thing he’d picked up in his past life, it was that routine always helps. While Edmund himself hadn’t always been too keen on reading, he’d always had a certain crave for knowledge.

So, he decided that, while it was a bit less exciting than he was used to, he would make a habit of going to the library down the block from his house. And boy was he glad to have made that decision. For if he didn’t, he never would have met you. You and your cheerful demeanor, loveable smile, and willingness to help.

He had developed the crush slowly, and boy was he oblivious to it. When he came back from school, he’d always comb his hair through. And when he saw you up at the checkout counter, he felt butterflies in his stomach. For Aslan’s sake, he would walk through rain just so you would ask him if he was ok from the cold!

After a lot of poking fun from his siblings and a few too many dreams about you, he decided he was finally going to ask you out. But there was a slight problem with that, he was terrified. Which, in itself, was stupid. Edmund had used to be a King, he fought in wars, he could totally ask someone out… hopefully.

Pushing open the door, he looked over at the reception desk where you usually sat. But you weren’t there? Wandering around, he weaved through the rows of shelves. Eventually he spotted your coworker Melody, an old lady that had been working there since well before even his parents were born.

He walked up to her and let out a warning cough. Melody turned around, a little startled, but brightened up when she saw it was Edmund. “Oh, hello deary. Can I help you with anything.” She looked down at his hands and noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hand. She almost immediately knew they were for you, she’d been watching you two interact with each other for months and had seen your little romance bloom.

“She’s around the corner.” Edmund thanked her and headed off in the direction she pointed. Turning around the corner, Edmund stopped at the entrance to the secluded corner of the children’s section. In the middle of the room, there were a group of kids sitting patiently in front of you, entranced in whatever story you were reading aloud.

Edmund leaned his left side on one of the bookshelves' walls, waiting for the story to end. “…They all laid a hand on the tall light pole, and with a flash of light, our heroes were back to their childhood selves once again, sitting in the wardrobe once again.” You finished, closing the book.

Well, that’s a familiar ending.

As the children dispersed, you spotted Edmund waiting over by the section's entrance, and flash him a smile. One of the children noticed and called out, “Miss, is that your boyfriend?” Your eyes go wide at the comment and Edmund loses his balance, but quickly regains it.

“Uh- No, Ester, go find your mother.” You instruct the kid, getting up out of the absurdly small and clearly made for a child sized chair you’d been sitting in and rushed over to Edmund. “Hello Ed,” you say with a smile that made Edmund a bit giddy. He’d always loved it whenever you called him that.

“Hi, sorry for disturbing your reading circle.” You shook your head in disagreement. “It’s really fine, we were just finishing up.”

“Yes, uh- well. I have something for you.” He said, with much more of a stutter than he had intended. Pulling out the flowers from behind his back, he presented them to you. You could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach as your heart started to beat faster. You knew where this was going, you’d heard enough of your dating friend’s stories.

Edmund took a deep breath. “You are one of the most interesting and kind women I have ever met. On top of that, you’re absolutely gorgeous. If my brother and sisters weren’t such a tease I know for a fact I would have done this sooner. But, I guess this is just how it happens now… Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Edmund held his breath. Aslan, he hasn’t been this stressed for a response in decades. Gently taking the bouquet from his cold hands, your fingers brush. You look up at him, right in his pretty chocolate eyes.

“Of course I will Ed.” You reach up on your tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him red all over. A voice from behind interrupts the moment. “Well, it took you long enough.” Whipping his head around, Edmund comes face to face with his siblings. Peter with a teasing smirk, Susan dangling Ed’s satchel from her finger, and Lucy whispering ‘ooooh’ from behind the two.

Edmund’s face went from blushing to burning within seconds. Giggling a little, you walk out of the little group they had made, brushing your hand along Edmund’s as you walk back to the counter. “It’s about time, where did you get those flowers anyway?” Susan asked, handing him the brown satchel. “How’s that any of your business?” He mumbled, tucking the bag under his arm. 

“Edmunds got a girlfriend! Edmunds got a girlfriend!” Lucy chanted, quietly of course, she still respected the library. Ed just glared, not at her of course. Why did his siblings have to be everywhere he didn’t want them to be?

His eyes drifted over to you, spotting as you proudly displayed the bouquet on the front desk. Edmund’s heart warmed, falling sideways onto the bookshelves wall, unintentionally letting out a dreamy sigh. He barely even noticed his siblings snickering, to entrance in your existence.

Please write more Edmund cause barely anyone writes good Edmund fluff. Only if you want to. 😁

Thanks, love you, bye!!!

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P.S. sorry if the ilys are a bit much but rn I truely love you for your writing. Talented icon.

Summary: There are very few things that Hermione struggles to learn, and it turns out dancing is one of them. Luckily for her though, you can teach just as well as you can dance! Paring: Hermione Granger x Reader Word: 1.0k a/n: So... I have a new character crush, also I finally learned how to do the text gradient thing! :D

Hermione stomped her foot against the wooden floorboards, letting out a puff of frustration. She had been doing the same dance for the past half-an hour, seeming to mess up worse and worse every time. Normally, she could pick up new things easily, but box dancing seemed to escape her. She had volunteered to do a dance performance for the students to make up for the horrendous song at the start of the year, and the Yuel ball was going to start in 15 minutes. So, she needed to learn this one.

You were leaning against the doorframe, silently watching. You'd spotted her while passing by with your friends and got curious, it had been a bit, and you had finally started to cringe. Pushing off the wood, your shoes clicked against the floor as you approached. "Well, would you look at that? Hermione Granger is struggling with something, I never thought I'd see the day."

She looked over at the sound of your voice, giving you an irritated look. "And what exactly do you want?" You smile at her, stopping about two feet away. "To fix what you think is an excuse for dancing." She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. But the more that Hermione thought about it, the more she convinced herself to let you. You had gotten most of the dances your professors had taught you almost immediately...

"Fine," she sighed, extending her hand for you to take. But you instead wandered over to the corner of the room, over where a bunch of orchestra instruments that had been left. "You do know that you can't dance while playing instruments, right?" She shouts after you. You flash her a smile before pulling out your wand from who knows where. "Piertotum Locomotor!" You shout, with a quick flick of your wand, the instruments floated up and music started flowing around the room.

You turn around and walk back towards her, giving a smirk. "Impressed?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, but still smiled. "A little bit."

Grabbing her hand again, you lifted them up to the left. She rested her hand on your shoulder, stiffening slightly when your hand rested on her waist. She knew it was a part of the dance, but still. Standing up straighter, you both position your feet properly. "And 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4." You repeat, stepping to the beat. Hermione stared down at her shoes, repeating the step names under her breath.

She accidently steps on your toes, causing you to hiss in pain, but you still continue to dance. Hermione scrunches her face, "sorry." You smile, though a little tight, still genuine. "It's fine, just, stop focusing on the steps, focus on the music." Hermione frowned a bit. "What are you talking about?" You spin her around, catching her off guard. "I've seen you do this dance a hundred times, you recognize when you mess up. You know the steps, you just need to relax."

"I am relaxed!" She half shouts, before realizing that she was in fact, not relaxed. You chuckle a bit, continuing to step around the room. Before she knew it, Hermione was swaying and twirling like a pro. You smile at her, "there you go!" Hermione giggles, looking up at you. Before she could thank you, the ball dance music started playing in the Great Hall. You both look out towards the door, watching through the crack as formal dresses and suits walk pass.

"Well, guess it's time to shine." You said, letting go of Hermione. She felt a bit colder when you let her go, but the pit in her stomach was too deep to for her notice. Making your way into the Ballroom, Hermione noticed all the other dance participants getting into positions. She walked over with a very much fabricated confident stride. She can do the dance, she knows it, but it's still a bit frightening.

Hermione had been paired up with Cedric, luckily, he was super nice about her past inability to dance. Stepping into position, the music sounded off and everyone started the steps. "Huh, you've gotten better." Cedric notes, but Hermione wasn't really listening, "Uh huh." He follows her eyes and eventually lands on you, who's stuffing your face over at the buffet table.

He laughed under his breath, turning his head back to his dance partner. "Is someone catching feelings?" He teases, spinning her around. Hermione's face flushed. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She denies. But looking a little closer at herself, the signs were unavoidable. Increased heartrate, blushing, feeling extra comfortable around you.

Cedric watched her slow realization of her feelings for you. "Liar," he whispers at her.

Hermione stumbles and makes an annoyed face. She had already stepped in the wrong direction four times and forgot one of the spins. Starting to feel her chest tighten with embarrassment, she averted her gaze. She had literally just done this dance, why can't she do this now? Looking back over, you had noticed her stressed out posture and had been trying to catch her gaze. Once you finally did, you gave her a thumbs up and mouthed 'just relax' at her.

She takes a few deep breaths and listens closely to the music. Practically in an instance, felt her muscles relax, falling back into rhythm. You smiled over from the sidelines, leaning back on the table. Luna quietly walked over, stopping beside you. She quickly followed your gaze to Hermione. Smiling, she asks, "have you told her that you like her yet?" You shook your head. "Nah, not yet."

"I heard she likes you too." Luna mentions, grabbing two cupcakes and putting the icing together, making a cupcake sandwich. You look down at the floor tiles, averting your gaze. "You hear a lot of things, Luna." You gently dismiss. "And how often am I wrong?" She asks, swallowing her food. You thought for a second, and nothing really came up, nothing worth arguing anyway.