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hello everyone! if you're reading this thank you for having interest in my writing! i'm kay and i love fantasy media and video games! here i'd like to introduce myself and give you guys some ideas of the types of requests i take!

REQUEST RULES:

i do not write:

smut, age gap, heavy gore, heavy angst, your oc x canon, underage characters x reader

i do write:

reader inserts, alternate universes, fluff, hurt/comfort

i'm still a beginner writer, so please ask me if there's anything you're unsure of!

i may not have that much variety on my page right now, but i am happy to write for many different fandoms! feel free to ask for any character and i'll probably do it! here are some examples of media i could write for! this is a small list that barely covers a fraction of my interests:

a knight of the seven kingdoms

baldur’s gate 3

dc

marvel

dragon age (any)

lotr

one piece

dungeon meshi

this was all i could think of off the top of my head! please ask even if you have someone on your mind not from this list xx

thank you for reading!

unrequited (?) love with ted kord!

(ted kord x f! reader)

synopsis: you like teddy, teddy likes barbara... or does he...?

word count: 1545

warnings: mentions of food, you wear a dress, you feel jealous, dick x babs mentioned

a/n: FINALLY I DID THIS! its been a while since ive written for tedward... so i relied on this scenario ive been thinking of for literally a year... please lmk if you enjoyed!

Joining the Justice League was one of the biggest opportunities you’d ever been given. You were just a C-List hero, but after a particularly successful mission you came in contact with a brilliant woman, Oracle- or Barbara Gordon who vouched for you to join. The two of you had struck up quite a friendship. Barbara was in every way- wonderful.

When you first joined the Justice League, you were so nervous you thought you were going to pass out. Everyone felt so big. The heroes you’d idolized all your life were now standing in front of you, shaking your hand and welcoming you to the team. Batman, the real Batman, stood in the corner- his eyes fixed on a case file while Martian Manhunter introduced you to the others. He was taller than he looked on TV, and they always had to adjust the cameras to get him into frame.

As the introductions and expectations went on, you could feel yourself practically shrinking smaller and smaller. You were way out of your depth, what was Barbara thinking?! All of these people are real heroes. They stand with constantly perfect posture and blindingly white smiles. Is no one here seeing how intimidating this is?

Just as you were preparing to turn on your heel and run for the hills, a loud crash is heard and a flash of blue and gold bursts through the wall. You can barely see anything given the way J’onn moved to shield you, but what you do see, you’ll never forget.

Two men lay on the floor in front of everyone, Blue Beetle and Booster Gold. The latter rubbing his head and grinning sheepishly at a very angry Batman. His blue companion, on the other hand, was staring right at you. His eyes were wide behind his visors, his cheeks lightly flushed. It felt like you were staring at each other for minutes, though he snapped back to reality in a matter of seconds when Batman started to scold them. Despite the terrifying situation, he flashed you a smile that made your shoulders relax for the first time that day. 

From that moment onwards, Blue Beetle took over your every waking thought. The man made such an impression, putting you at ease without even saying a word. You introduced yourself the next day, and was pleasantly surprised to learn that he was just as charming in conversation as you’d hoped. 

Ted Kord, as you’d learned, was hilarious. Even on the scariest missions he’d say something to crack the tension and leave you doubled over in laughter. You spent the better part of your first month with the League spent by his side, and quickly found yourself falling head over heels for him. 

One night you were on a call with Barbara, and you decided to see if she had any intel on him. She laughed, “Oh, Ted? He’s a handful. We’ve been close ever since he joined the Justice League. Why do you ask? He’s not giving you any trouble is he?” The familiarity in which she talked about him made you feel a bit uneasy- a strange, ugly feeling budded within you. You shook it off, knowing it was far too early to make any judgments. 

“Oh- no! He’s nice, actually. Really nice.” You reply, watching the light reflect off of Barbara’s glasses through your phone screen. “Yeah well, make sure he doesn’t get too comfy,” She says, “To be honest, he’s been giving me some trouble.” You turn all your attention to her, “What do you mean?” Barbara sighs, “I’m pretty certain he likes me. I’m just trying to ignore it for now in hopes it goes away but…” she trails off. 

You feel your heart sink. Of course he likes Barbara. Who wouldn’t? A part of you knows these kinds of jealous thoughts aren’t helpful. Babs is your friend, and you don’t want to be holding any kind of ill will against her. That being said, hearing her continue on about how much Ted likes her, and how hard that is for her to deal with- it started to get to you. 

Months passed and you slowly grew more and more distant from Ted. It wasn’t that you wanted to, but every time he mentioned Barbara, you felt the pit in your stomach deepen. 

Ted noticed, of course he noticed. When he saw you he realized the Justice League was going to change forever. You tagged along on his misadventures, you laughed at his jokes- he wanted you by his side every hour of the day. 

It was true that Ted liked Barbara, but he knew she’d never reciprocate his feelings. After a while, liking Barbara felt more like a celebrity crush than anything else. Plus, post meeting you, he realized that even if Barbara woke up one day and decided she was obsessed with him, he’d probably turn her down. 

You made Ted feel things he wasn’t used to feeling. You looked at him like he hung the stars themselves. When you talked to him, you meshed so well that he finally understood what people meant when they called their partners their “other half”. 

When you started to pull away, Ted had no idea what to do. He wasn’t confident enough to run after you, what if he’d done something wrong? So, he reached out to the one mutual friend you had who may know something. 

Barbara figured out what was going on the second Ted came to her with the saddest puppy dog eyes, whining that you weren’t giving him as much attention any more. She thought back to the conversations she’d had with you, and recognized her folly fast. 

After leaving Ted with a non-committal answer, Barbara realized just how much pain she probably thought. Being in a (kind-of) situationship with Dick came with a lot of jealousy on her part, and the last thing she wanted to do was make you feel that way. 

Thus, she got to work. First, she invited Ted to a gala Bruce Wayne was throwing. Then, she invited you. After that, she sat the two of you together on the seating list before mysteriously getting the flu and cancelling the second you’d gotten into the car she’d sent for you. 

You nervously adjusted your dress, walking down the carpet and into the large museum where the gala was held. Part of you wanted to strangle Barbara for leaving you, but you were too caught up in nerves to think about that. 

Ted was getting a little anxious too, not going out in his Blue Beetle persona had him sweating. He missed hiding behind his mask, his suit suddenly feeling too warm. That was only made worse when he spotted you from across the hall. 

He glanced at you the same time you saw him and suddenly you felt the rest of the room fade away. Just as you were about to take a step back, Ted crossed the distance of the room to you. 

It’s not like Ted to be so straightforward, but he couldn’t handle being away from you for so long. To see someone he treasured so much starting to pull away- he wouldn’t let it happen without a fight. 

Grabbing your hand gently, Ted pulled you away from the crowd. You could’ve easily wriggled out of his grip if you wanted to, but you let him pull you away. By the time the two of you were outside and away from the cameras, Ted wipes his brow, catching his breath. 

“Why haven’t you been talking to me as much?” He asks through breaths. You feel your face warm, your eyes struggling to meet his. “I… I don’t- I didn’t mean to.” You stutter out. You’ve never seen Ted so serious as he responds, “Talk to me. Why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong?” He pauses, “I miss you.” 

You could tell him everything, but as far as you knew, he was still head over heels for your friend. So, you bit your tongue, settling on turning away from him instead. The second you start to move your head away from his, he places his palm on your cheek and tilts you to face him again. 

Ted’s free hand goes to hold yours, pulling it to his chest as he continues, “I wasn’t going to say this, but I had one two many glasses of champagne before you arrived and I’m getting desperate- I love you, and I don’t want you to leave me behind.” 

You can see it in his eyes, he’s not lying, “But, I thought you liked Babs…” You whispered. You can see it click in Ted’s mind, “That’s what this is about? Barbara?” He laughs, “Listen, Barbara is really cool, but- I wasn't serious. I haven’t liked her like that in… well- as long as I’ve known you.” 

The two of you stand there for a while, feeling the pieces falling into place. “So… uh- what do we do now?” Ted asks, holding your hands in his. You hum, looking out into the night sky, “I’m hungry.” Ted grins, “A girl after my own heart. Let's get out of here, I know a good restaurant I’ve been meaning to try.”

a/n: hope this makes sense! happy to contribute to the tedward love on tumblr <3

lobo with a doting reader!

lobo x f! reader

synopsis: a bunch of unordered thoughts about lobo with an overly caring reader :)

warnings: mentions of violence and food and alcohol. also is probably a bit ooc also not proofread

word count: 588

a/n: thank you for this request i hope u enjoy it!! to the person who asked me for more ted kord its coming i swear

The two of you made an interesting pair. A giant, hulking, scary man and a cute girl who seemed entirely immune to his brash violence. Lobo is often found sitting in the corner of a crowded bar with you perched on his lap. He held you close, glaring at anyone who dared glance in your direction. 

When Lobo first met you he made himself a pact. Under no circumstances would he let you domesticate him. You were just another pretty lady, and he was just gonna take what he wants from you and leave you behind like he always did. Lobo knew deep down, however, that he’s never had to make a pact like that upon meeting anyone else- and that knowledge frightened him. 

Lobo did not want to go soft. It was against his whole brand, his whole sense of self relied on his tough, fold-for-no-one personality. You were far too kind and squishy. You averted your eyes whenever he hurt anyone, you looked out at the various planets you visited in bright awe, and you held the world with such a gentleness it made Lobo sick. 

So why, Lobo is often asked, does he keep you around? He’d respond that he just can’t seem to get rid of you, and he needs someone to take care of Dawg anyways. In truth, Lobo had never asked you to leave. You could keep up with him just fine and you made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

After a particularly irritating defeat, Lobo trudges into whatever Inn he was staying at where you sat waiting for him. He’d collapse onto his bed while you pet his long, tangled hair and ask him how his day went and if he was hungry. (He always was.) 

On slow days when you were travelling from planet to planet, Lobo wakes up late as usual to find you making brunch for him. He sneaks up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and biting your shoulder. 

On your side, Lobo was a handful. If he weren’t immortal he’d be dead a million times over. Not just in battle, but out of lack of selfcare. He often forgot to eat, hydrate, and sleep- insisting he didn’t need it and you were wasting your time worrying. (Which is true, but didn’t stop your fretting.)

That being said, you had your reasons for sticking around. No matter how much danger Lobo was in, he’d always do something to ensure your safety. There were moments when Lobo would arise from a nap, sleepily holding you closer to him and muttering incomprehensible words into your soft hair. 

It could be argued that Lobo’s love for you showed most in his reactions to others. He’s all fun and games until anything, anything puts you in danger. The second there is even a small threat to your wellbeing he will do everything he can to eradicate it. He wouldn’t accept any rude comments towards you, and sure as hell wouldn’t let anyone get away with trying to steal you from him.

Your housewife-esque mannerisms were logically, completely unnecessary for a man like Lobo. He didn’t need help, you could throw him into the vacuum of space and he’d come out unscathed. But you challenged Lobo in a way he’d never been challenged before.

To allow himself to accept your concern and kindness, and to see a smile on your face that he caused- he would never admit it, but those are the kind of feats he’s most proud of. Even if they came in the form of playing along when you worriedly asked how long it's been since last brushed his hair, offering to do it for him.

a/n: i'm sorry this is so short and kind of buns im ngl i was recovering from a terrible migraine whilst writing

(edward nashton x f! reader)

synopsis: this is three of three parts! guess who’s back from jaiiiiil<3

word count: 1242

warnings: prison stuff, mean cops, prison break, crying and like... kinda self harm technically, eddie hits his head against a wall, people get beat up

a/n: hope u enjoy lmk if you do don't lmk if you don't!!!!

part one | part two | part three

You and Selina pile into the van, you feel dizzy. This was going to be easy, just pull up to the delivery zone, let Selina work her magic, save Eddie. It was totally doable. Selina picked up on your nervousness as you fidgeted with your gloved hands. “We can do this, babe. Don’t get scared, I’m gonna guide you, remember?” She says, motioning to your earpiece. You nod, looking out the window. 

The first part of the plan goes perfectly. You sneak by without much problem, which really ruins any shred of confidence you had in Gotham’s security. Selina gives you a smile and leads you down a series of hallways and into a medical center near the cells. How you remain undetected is beyond you. You watch in amazement as Selina takes out the nursing staff there- not fatally, just knocking them out. “Wait here, lovergirl, I’m gonna get your man.” She says. 

Edward was sitting in his cell, so this was day…3? Aside from a brief conversation with the mangled man in the cell beside him, he hadn’t had much stimulation. The boredom consumed him. No puzzle to challenge him, no pretty secretary to bring him coffee, just four walls and a door with a cloudy window. He thought about you often, it was the only thing that could make his weary heart beat a little faster.  

Suddenly, and seemingly out of nowhere, a small piece of paper fluttered in from under the door. It read, ‘Get hurt. Get sent to the nurse.’ Edward didn’t hesitate, anything that gave him something to do. He banged his head against the door with a loud metal clang, alerting the guards. He groans in pain as the guards rush in, pretending like it hurt a lot more than it did. 

The guards manhandle him into the medical center where something is visibly wrong. The lights are off and there appears to be no one in the room. Before they can call for help, the guards are taken out by Catwoman who kicks Edward into the room and shuts the door. 

Edward falls onto the floor, on his hands and knees. Awkwardly trying to put his glasses back on despite his shackles as he calls out, “Is anyone here? Hello?” The lights flicker on, and there you stand, looking down at him. Edward feels his heart pounce. You- what are you doing here? You can’t be here, it’s dangerous! 

You rush to his side in concern, “Eddie! You’re okay!” You say, hugging him tight. Edward leaned into your shoulder, eyes wide in disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend what was going on. “Wuh- why… are you… here?” He manages as you pull away to take him in. His hair was mussed and ruffled, his prison uniform just a little big on him, “Oh Eddie, your face, it’s bruised! What did they do to you…” 

Edward watches from his kneeling position as you stand up, looking around the room for any disinfectant for the small cut on his face from where he hit his head. Your outfit was… different from your usual office-wear. Not that he was complaining, he’d never complain around you- certainly not about that. 

You pause, hearing Selina in your ear. “Hey babe, sorry to cut the reunion short, but Harley’s about to crash in to get J, so we gotta run. Go back to the cells with Edward, Killer Croc will pick you up.” She says. You turn to Edward, whose eyes never left your form. “Okay, we gotta go. Can you run?” You ask. Edward nods, he was lucky enough to get less constraints due to his mild-mannered nature during mealtimes. 

The two of you run hand in hand down the halls, pausing just as Croc, Harley, and Ivy burst through the floor, setting off the alarms. Without missing a beat, Croc scoops you and Edward up, giving Harley a nod before he leaps back down through the floor. Harley gives you a wink, running off with Ivy. Edward looks like he’s on the verge of a panic attack, and quite frankly you don’t blame him. 

After an hour of running- the length of which Edward appears to be disassociating for, the three of you emerge in the countryside to the left of Gotham. A small shack greets you. “‘S my vacation home.” Croc explains, “Pond nearby. Lotsa fish.” He puts you down with surprising gentleness, and Edward seems to almost crumple to the floor. “What… is happening?” He mutters. 

“Can’t you see Eddie? I came to save you!” You say, kneeling down to him and holding his face in your hands, “I found you, you’re safe now!” He hesitantly holds onto your wrist, eyes tearing up, “Why- why would you do this?” You kiss his head, “Isn’t it obvious? I love you, Eddie. You’re brilliant. You always have been.” Edward stares at you, tears falling from his eyes. This was it, he’d died and somehow weaseled his way into heaven. He was dreaming. You weren’t real. 

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna hurt you Eddie, I promise.” You hum, holding his heavy head close to your chest. The validity of your promise is slightly undercut as the Sirens return with a beaten and bruised Joker dragged behind them. Harley sends you a cheerful wave and is about to run up to you when Ivy grabs her collar and leads her into Croc’s cabin, saying something about “letting those love birds be”. 

You turn to Eddie, adjusting his glasses. “You must be tired,” you coo, “Let’s get some rest. We can talk in the morning, okay?” He nods with wide eyes and parted lips. You help him to his feet and onto the surprisingly clean couch in the cabin, sitting on the floor beside him. Edward had been staring at you quietly for a while now, trying to process what was going on. You knew who he was, what he’d done- you’d known for a while, he pieced together. You saw him, and you loved what you saw. 

That last part was the hardest for Edward to accept. He expected some sort of rug pull at any moment, even as he drifted off with your hands in his hair, quiet humming lulling him to sleep. You had a knack for making him feel new things, and in that moment, he felt a warmth, a comfort that overpowered his worries, that maybe, you were telling the truth. 

A week passes, and the cops start to grow weary in their search. Selina had expertly covered Edward’s tracks, and was working on a way to help you all return to Gotham without being swatted instantly. Eventually, she helped you into a new apartment near her own, and Edward trailed behind, helping you with the move. You could practically see his tail wag when you asked him to move in with you. Eyebrows raised in surprise before he managed to stutter out a quiet, “Yeah, yes. If you’re sure…” 

Edward decided to help the Sirens out with various robberies against the wealthy for a bit of stability, and continued his ‘vigilante’ work as the Riddler. Meanwhile, through a lot of effort, you were able to get a cozy job as a school psychologist at Gotham Elementary. One morning, he watched as you sleepily woke up for work, light streaming through your curtains, and Eddie realized that for the first time in his life, he was fully content. 

(edward nashton x f! reader)

synopsis: this is part two of three parts! eddie's been arrested and you've gotta do something to help :( luckily you have a couple friends to lend a hand

word count: 2556 

warnings: mentions of unhappy relationships, stalking, idk everyone's got a few screws loose

a/n: okay i know this one sounds crazy bear with me (girl who is being held hostage by bear)

part one | part two | part three

[heyyyy bb!!! a lil kitty told me u might be interested in taking a cutesy girlz trip 2 arkham asylum!!!! cum meet meee @ the alley near our old meet up spot 2am k? xx!!!!!] 

Harleen was one of your closest friends back when you worked together. You’d heard about what happened to her, you’d read about it in the news. You’d always regretted not reaching out but you had a lot on your plate given your boss’ behavior and the ever present threat of losing your job. You knew she was crazy, but you also knew you were losing a few marbles yourself, and if anyone could help you get your Eddie back, it was her. Plus, you missed her. She was always fun. 

You packed up your bag, it had been a while since you’ve gone out for anything not work or errand related. You couldn’t help but feel like you were getting ready for a girl’s night. The train ride there was long and your mind started to wander. What if you were walking head first into a trap? This could easily be the police or some sort of kidnapping ploy. 

When you arrive at the alley, you see Harley sitting there waiting for you. Upon seeing you she squeals, “It’s really you! Oh my god, ya look so cute! I missed ya so much, hon! How have you been? Tell me everything!” She screams, running to crush you in a hug. It’s clear that she’s changed, but this was nothing new. Her excitement is infectious as you hug her back, “I missed you so much Harley!” You say, laughing as she spins you around. 

“How did you hear about me?” You ask, pulling away to look at her dazzling smile. “I told ya! A lil kitty told me!” She responds, dragging you further into the alley where her car is parked before you can ask any more questions. As soon as you’re seated she speeds down the road. You hurry to put your seatbelt on as she makes a particularly sharp right turn. 

“Okay, so I know ya have some questions,” Harley says, motioning way too much with her hands considering she’s currently driving, “Well I got answers! Me and some gals needa get ‘to Arkham ‘cause they got my boyfriend and their info! But my buddy Selina needed some files beforehand and your lil’ company had ‘em! So, I asked her to check in on ya cause I was just so worried after all that junk with your boss went down, and she found out about your cute crush and I just knew we had to have ya tag along!” Her explanation raised a few more questions than it answered, but you settled on nodding along in hopes that it would inspire her to keep her eyes on the road. 

The two of you arrive at a run down warehouse where a stunning woman with short black hair was waiting for you. She raised her hand in greeting, opening the door of the warehouse as you got out of the car. “Are you… Selina?” You ask, watching her walk into the large room. “The very same,” She answers, “Pleased to finally make your acquaintance." 

In the room sat a large table scattered with files and a desk in the corner surrounded by monitors. They showed security footage of the inside of Arkham. “How did you get all this?” You ask in awe. Harley grins, puffing out her chest, “We’re real good at this kinda thing, y’know? Selina is, like, a master thief and Ivy was able to get access to the security footage by convincin’ a few guards!” 

“‘Convincing’ is putting it lightly, Harley.” A redheaded woman you didn’t notice says, coming out of the shadows, “Nice to meet you dear, I’m-” “-Poison Ivy…” You finish, slightly starstruck. You’d see her on the news, a villain with a green thumb (as well as- well, green everything else too) and a sly smile. She motions to one of the chairs at the large table, “Please, sit.” 

Ivy sits beside you, and Harley sits on your other side while Selina checks the door. “I take it you’ve been briefed on our plans?” She hums, tapping her nails on the table. “Yeah-yes. I have.” You say with a curt nod. “Good,” She responds, “and you’re willing to join us?” 

You suck in a breath, a bit overwhelmed by how your Sunday night is going, “I- I’m still a little… confused? Why are you asking me to join? What exactly do you need from me?” You ask. Selina leans on the table towards you, “We need more information before we can put our plan in motion. Information only you can get for us.” Harley continues, “Yeah! Y’know your beloved co-worker Eddie? We needa get into his work desk, I think he’s got some real helpful maps of Gotham we could totally use to get a super special pathway to Arkham Asylum post-flooding damage!”

“I’d do it myself,” Selina says, “But it’d be a lot easier to just have you do it for me. Plus, I need a couple more things from the file room I wasn’t able to snag last time- just some hobby stuff, really. I’ll handle the security cameras if you can do the dirty work for me.” 

Ivy puts a hand on your shoulder, “Listen, we understand you’re more of a… civilian type, but you can really help us here. We’ll protect you, okay? Plus, I believe you’ve got a little vigilante in you, don’t you?” Your cheeks flush, they were looking at you so expectantly, and you wanted to see Eddie more than anything. 

As if she could detect your thoughts Ivy adds, “Eddie’s only got a couple more days before the police unravel where he lives and works. We need to interrupt that. Edward could prove to be a helpful ally.” There’s really no way you could decline, “Yeah. I can do that for you.” You say, brows furrowing in determination. 

That night, Selina drops you off at home, handing you an earpiece and promising you that they’d come by tomorrow after work to retrieve the files from you. She gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek and before you know it, she’s gone. The earpiece came in a little box with a note that says, [Wear this tomorrow to work m’kay? We’ll tell you what to do xo! <3 the Gotham Sirens] 

The next day you go through the motions, trying to act as unsuspicious as possible. As soon as your lunch break came around you heard Selina in your ear, “Hey baby, now’s your time to shine. Head over to Eddie’s desk for me, mkay? Everyone else is in the meeting room checking out the sandwiches Janice brought.” You do as she says, putting your hand on his desolate chair out of habit. “Good,” she says, “Open that drawer on the bottom for me.” 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this. Large stacks of scribbles and notes filled the drawer, some of Batman, some of you. Hearts and question marks and jagged lines filled the pages. You tried to push down your fluster to focus on the task at hand. “Which ones do I take…?” You mutter under your breath. “Can you fit all of them into your bag?” Selina asks. You nod and try your best, crushing them into your bag rather ungracefully. “That works perfectly fine.” She says. 

After work, you stay behind and get the rest of the files from the back room. It was scary in there after hours, the lights were turned off and you had to rely on your phone flashlight and Selina’s instructions to get anywhere, but you managed. As soon as you got the go-ahead you left the building, taking the train home from work as usual. 

When you got into your apartment, the Sirens were already waiting for you. Selina got the door before you could get your keys out of your pocket. Ivy was sitting on your bed, reading one of your magazines while Harley sat beside her with one of your plushies in her arms. “Welcome home sugar!” She says with a toothy smile. 

“Thanks.” You say as you hand your bag to Selina’s outstretched hand. She dumps the contents onto your table, looking through it and grinning as she finds what she wants. Harley gets up and picks up one of the drawings of you, “This is amazin’! Looks like your Eddie’s got a bit of a thing for ya too, huh?” She exclaims. “I uh- I dunno…” You respond, staring at the tiles of your floor. 

“Look,” Selina says, holding up some Gotham underbelly maps Eddie made, “He’s got what we need. We should head to his apartment before the cops can.” Ivy walks over to take one of the maps from Selina, eyebrows raising slightly, “These are… detailed.” You smile proudly, “Eddie’s always been really thorough with his work.” 

The four of you end up in the hallway to Edward’s apartment- an easy tracking job given you stole his employee file for Selina. You couldn’t help but feel your heart beat raise as Selina picked the lock, you’d always wondered what Eddie’s room would look like, what his bed felt like, what he kept in his closet. The sight that met you as Selina pushed the door open was not what you’d been expecting. 

Rats scampered around, startled from the light, newspapers were pasted on every wall, various tools were scattered around the apartment, and a light grime covered almost every surface. The girls around you recoiled in disgust, but you only ventured forward. Eddie had been living in such horrible conditions for so long… the poor thing. 

Following behind you, Selina tried the lightswitch. It was connected to a small lamp in the corner of the room. “So… what do you think?” Ivy asked you, slightly worried about your wide-eyed stare as you took in the room. “If I could just tidy up a little, I’m sure this apartment would be lovely.” You say. Harley laughs. 

You’re toying with the kitchen drawers while Ivy and Selina search his desk for clues when you hear Harley gasp from down the hallway. “No way…” You hear her say. The four of you rush to see what she’s looking at. It’s Eddie’s bedroom, there’s a mattress on a broken bedframe, more stacks of files and papers, and on the left wall, a collection of photos. Photos of you. 

Some of them you recognize from your mom’s facebook- others look more candid. There were coffee cups stacked under the photos, the same coffee cups you’d gotten for him. Poems and riddles were pasted on the wall beside the pictures, cute stickers that stuck out in the dark interior of Eddie's room decorating them. The Sirens watch as you take it all in. Then you smile. 

“He likes me.” You whisper. Harley beams, “You bet he does! Oh, this is so exciting, I just love love, don’t you?” She says to Ivy who just hums in agreement. The four of you spend the rest of the night sorting through his files, trying to find everything you can to aid in your prison break.

“So, Harley,” You say, about an hour in, “You said you need to break your boyfriend out of jail, right? The Joker?” Harley nods fervently, “Uh-huh! Mista J and I were going through a lil’ rough patch, but I’m sure breakin’ him outta jail is gonna fix everythin’ right up!” Ivy shakes her head, sighing, “I’ve told you, Harley. That guy’s no good for you.” 

They bicker back and forth for a while, Selina gives you a look that tells you this isn’t the first time, whispering, “Ivy’s right, but we need Harley’s help so whatever motivates her is fine with me for the time being.” 

You keep searching through his apartment, trying to ignore the building sleepiness slowing your motions. It’s late, and as exciting as being in Eddie’s apartment is, looking through his notes got monotonous after a while. You ended up dozing off on the floor of his room. The girls would’ve moved you onto his mattress if they weren’t certain it was dirtier than the floor. 

Selina called you out sick for work early the next morning. Ideally, they’d spend a little longer preparing, but they had to get this break out done before the cops caught onto Edward’s real-life identity. If they found his apartment, they’d find the photos of you, and who knows how that’d change things. 

Harley insisted on dressing you up before the heist. Ivy and Selina were out getting breakfast, and Harley had thoughtfully packed an outfit for you in her bag when she’d first gone to get you. 

She sat on the floor with you, doing your makeup, “Are ya excited to see Eddie again?” She asks. “Mhm,” you nod, “I’m a little nervous… I hope he’s okay.” Harley sighs whistfully, “I gotta admit, I’m so jelly of ya two… he really seems to like ya.” You open your eyes as you feel the makeup brush leave your face. “Doesn’t the Joker like you?” Harley snorts, “Nah. Not anymore. I think I got too borin’ for him…” 

The concept felt impossible to you. Harley was many things, but boring was not one of them. “That guy’s an idiot.” You say, “Are you sure you want to break him out?” Harley sighs, “I need him. He’s got some stuff of mine I needa get back. I'm just not sure if I’ll keep him around after.” You smile, putting a hand on her shoulder, “We’ll be there for you.” She starts to tear up, tackling you onto the floor, “Aw, thanks, sugar,” she sniffles.

Selina and Ivy return a while later, bagels in hand. You were adjusting your new outfit- it was nice, moveable and dark but a little less fabric than you’re used to. “Looking good, dear.” Ivy says, taking off her coat. Selina nods in agreement, circling you. “I like the gloves.” 

You thank them, Harley running to get a bagel from Ivy before everyone sits down around Eddie’s newly cleaned table. “So,” Selina starts, “Ivy and Harley are going to go in through this newly opened tunnel in the sewers thanks to Edward’s flooding. There, they’ll meet up with Croc who will help them burst in through the bottom of the asylum. Before that, you and I will sneak in through the back disguised as delivery drivers. You’ll get the Riddler- don’t worry, I’ll guide him to you, and I’ll get my information, then Harley will bust in and grab the Joker. The three of us will leave behind you.”

You nod along, but honestly, your head is spinning. You were getting increasingly nervous about this. It had felt like a dream up until this point, but the reality was starting to hit you. This was real life, you were about to break into a prison in Gotham. If anything went wrong, your life would be over. Even then, as you looked out at the table of girls in front of you, and pictured Eddie all alone somewhere, sitting in wait, you knew what had to be done. 

(edward nashton x f! reader)

synopsis: this is one of three parts! you're losing interest in your dreary day-to-day when a cute coworker catches your eye in more ways than one <3

word count: 2523

warnings: i wrote you to be... a little dumb... sorry... hints of unwanted romantic attention, canon compliant violence, murder, obsession, stalking, food

a/n: i spent all day writing this... i hope its not the ramblings of a madwoman...

part one | part two | part three

Let’s face it, working at KTMJ wasn’t your childhood dream. You had no interest in the stuffy office building or the stacks and stacks of paper you had to manage. But it paid the bills, and you’d rather be doing this than spending the night out on the street. You were one of the lucky ones in Gotham, not having to turn to a life of crime or other unsavory work- but does that mean you can’t complain? These are the things you ponder as you go about your work day, sorting and stacking papers, making copies and uninspired conversation. You hide your discontent behind a smile and try to keep things friendly between your coworkers. 

Then you met Edward. The man was quiet, his gaze barely left his computer. You had been tasked with dropping off some copies he requested. Straightening your white button down, you walked slowly up to him. Admittedly, you were a little nervous. You’d heard bad things about him from your co-workers. It’s not that you trusted their word, but if they’d gone out of their way to warn you, there must be a reason, right? 

You cleared your throat to get his attention, shifting on your heels. “Sorry, you’re Edward, right? I have the copies you requested.” You say with a smile. He glances up at you, eyes widening slightly. “Uh- yes. Thank you.” He mutters, making room on his desk for you to put the papers down. They were the yearly spendings of some animal rescue- New Beginnings. Not that you cared, this part of KTMJ was out of your jurisdiction. You just brought things to people who were too lazy to get them for themselves. 

You break out of your thoughts to glance up at Edward, who was staring back at you. Part of you had expected something from him- some mean comment that would justify the warnings you’d received from your peers. But nothing came. He just sat there- watching you. You quickly fix your smile, straightening up, “Right, I’ll uh- I’ll see you around Edward.” You say, turning on your heel and leaving. 

A week later you heard news of Zach, your least favorite manager, getting a promotion. Apparently, he cracked the case of a missing 10,000 dollars from an “animal rescue”. Something about that didn’t feel right, Zach was an idiot. There was no way he could do that by himself. It took you a couple hours, but you remembered that rescue being brought up before. Edward had asked you to bring him some files on them, of course- it was him. 

You watched Edward as he stared at the plaque on Zach’s new office. His jaw was set, he was clutching his pen tightly. This isn’t right, you thought, Edward doesn’t deserve this. So, you walk up to him- maybe out of hatred for Zach or a newfound sense of camaraderie in your coworker, you decided you couldn’t let him sit angry by himself. 

“Hey, Edward”, you say, putting a gentle hand on his chair. He scrambles to cover some doodles on his papers, turning to face you with wide eyes. You smile, “Don’t worry, I draw a lot during slow workdays too.” Edward nods, not quite knowing what to say. You continue, “I had a question for you, if you don’t mind.” Finally finding his voice, Edward responds, “Yeah?” 

“Zach wasn’t the one who found out about that animal shelter, right? It was you, wasn’t it?” You ask. Edward feels his heart leap. He was proud of his work, but the way you asked him- it felt like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t have. He stutters out another “Yeah.” and feels his cheeks warm under your gaze. You tilt your head, rolling your eyes, “It’s just like Zach to take the credit, that guy’s a jerk.” You say with a hushed voice, “I’m sorry that happened Eddie, I see you.” 

Edward’s shoulders tense, his face glowing red. I see you. I see you. She sees me. The phrase repeats in his head over and over before being interrupted by your worried expression. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that- that nickname just slipped out.” Edward shakes his head quickly, “No, no, it’s fine, I don’t mind!” You smile again, and Eddie feels a great swell of pride in his chest. I made her smile, she’s smiling because of me. 

Your rosy conversation was cut short when Zach called you over for help with his printer (it was just unplugged). Edward watched you leave, his heart slowly sinking back to place. How had he not seen you before? You saw him. You smiled at him. You called him Eddie. He let out a small sigh and turned back to his work before Zach could notice his staring. 

Over the next few months, you spend more time with Edward. You’d eat lunch with him every once in a while, and he was always a welcome stop whenever you went around delivering files and papers. Edward found himself falling harder and harder for you. You took over his mind, his ever waking thought was spent gleefully on you. He could make the city better- better for you. The Bat would help him, he’d change your world, create a Gotham that actually deserved you. 

As Edwards' obsession for you grew, the Riddler grew alongside it. He was making a name for himself, people were getting curious. People were seeing him. He wondered if you’d noticed him, what you thought of the Riddler. God, he hoped you liked him. 

On a rather rainy lunch break, you found yourself with Edward at a diner right outside of the KTMJ building. You sat together at the booth, making small talk about the company’s CEO, and the ridiculous shoes Zach had been wearing. “So, why’d you decide to work here anyways, Eddie?” You ask, head leaning on your palm. “I uh- I dunno, I’m good with numbers.” He responds, hoping he’s not bragging. You grin, “That’s an understatement. I’ve never met anyone as smart as you before.” Edward feels his heart race and desperately attempts to change the topic, “How about you? I mean- why are you here?” 

Your smile falters, and Edward can tell immediately that he hit a nerve. I fucked it up, he thinks, She hates me, she’s realized I’m not good at this- she’s realized I’m faking. You look down at your half-eaten sandwich, your hand moving to your neck. “I- um, I had a bad run-in with my old boss back at a different company. I used to be a psychologist but…,” You explain, “He wanted to… ‘date’ me and when I refused I got fired.” 

Edward’s jaw tensed. Feelings of anger and guilt swarming within him, “I’m sorry to hear that.” He says, voice grave. You quickly brighten up, waving your hands as if you were trying to physically get rid of the tension in the air, “It’s fine! It’s in the past, and I’m here now, so…” you pause, “It’s… yeah, it’s fine.” Edward nods, he wants nothing more than to hug you, to reassure you and take you away and promise you everything is okay. 

When Edward goes home that night, he knows his work isn’t over. Edward knew where you worked before coming to KTMJ, of course he did- he knew where you grew up and where you lived and what your favorite movie was (he’d seen it a million times just for you). So it wasn’t a difficult feat to find out where your old boss was. 

A week later your boss’ death is being covered on just about every news station in Gotham. A man who died in shame after the Riddler leaked his messages to his female coworkers to the world, who will never harm anyone ever again. Edward observes from his cubicle as you watch the announcement on your computer. Your beautiful eyes were wide, mouth slightly parted. Maybe he was imagining it, but he swears he saw the faintest of smiles appear on your face. 

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He was gone, the man who turned your world upside down and set it aflame, you’d never have to see him again. The Riddler, your knight in shining armour, he saved you. You’d heard of him before, a vigilante who started killing CEOs and corrupt politicians in Gotham. To be honest, you never paid him any mind. That sentiment would be weird in any other city but in Gotham, things like this happen every Tuesday. But now, it’s safe to say he’s on your radar. 

You found the Riddler’s website, but to be honest, his puzzles to get into the website confused you. You’d visit it constantly, trying to piece it together just to be frustrated. You were losing sleep. When you came to work one day, you decided to try and see if Eddie could help you. 

“Hey Eddie,” You say casually, getting his attention as he sat beside you in the diner again. “You’re, like, a puzzle master right?” He nods, struggling to make eye contact. “I’m stuck on a riddle,” You admit, “It’s something like, ‘I cannot eat but I consume the hearts of many, when you lose it is when you’ll find me… what am I?” Edward’s eyes widened, “Rage.” He mutters under his breath, “Where did you hear that?” He’s panicking, he’s certain you can tell, did you find him out so soon? Are the police on their way? Are you some sort of agent here to take him away before he can finish his work?

“Oh, rage! Of course!” You say, straightening up, “I saw it on this forum online, I looked up ‘hard riddles’ and this guy was looking for the answer! I knew you’d know it Eddie!” You feel bad for lying to Eddie, you knew he could do it, but you didn’t really want him to know about your budding obsession with a murderer. He was one of your only real friends at work, you wanted to keep him close. 

Edward believes you, but your lie didn’t quite quell his fears. He didn’t want you to find him out- you’d surely be horrified if he wasn’t there to explain it to you. He needed to be the one to break it to you- maybe on your fifth wedding anniversary when he’s finally sure he’s got you. 

Eddie logs into his website that night to find his follower count went up by ten. One username stuck out to him. A user by the name of [rdlrfan]. He feels his chest swell in pride. His fan? How sweet. Soon there’d be hundreds, thousands, joining you. 

Life goes on just as expected, the Riddler continues his plans, and you continue to support him. You wanted to know who he was behind the mask, what he looked like, how tall he was, what his room looked like. You’d fall asleep to his streams sometimes. He was charming, and he felt familiar- his voice put you at ease, even if he was saying scary things. You wanted him to succeed, to pair up with the Batman and save the day. You wanted him to be happy. 

Meanwhile, Edward was working up to his biggest plan yet- flooding the city. The city needed a cleanse, and he’d bring it on. The project took all of his attention, especially as he grew more and more excited. It started to bleed into his daily life. He drew his plans at his cubicle, mind racing between what was to come and what he had to do now. 

You happened to be a little late to work, the train had to pause due to interference from the dropheads, so you snuck into the office hoping Zach didn’t see you. As you were sneaking past Eddie’s desk, you saw something on his computer that caught your eye. It was his personal computer, not the one the office gave him, and on it was The Riddler website. It looked… different than how you knew it, and after a couple more seconds of staring you realized why. He was editing it. 

You felt your vision spin. It couldn’t be, Eddie is… he’s- Your thoughts are interrupted as you remember you’re still walking (albeit slowly) and you trip and fall over a small trashcan on the floor. Edward spins around, closing the tab on his computer and rushing to your side. “Are you okay?” He asks, holding a hand out to you. You take it, letting him help you up, “Yeah-yes. Sorry.. I uh- I…” You took a second to really look at him. His glasses- God, how did you not realize this before? You thank him and hurry away, taking the next hour to calm your racing heart with your head buried at your desk. 

Over the next week you do everything you can to help Eddie. He’s been so tired recently, and there’s really no wonder as to why. He’s been going on and on about his big plans on his website, he’s been working so hard… You get him coffee daily, brushing it off as an extra from the coffee runs you have to do for upper management. Your presence only fuels Eddie’s resolve to “save” the city. You who are so sweet and beautiful, so kind to him. He’ll protect you from the cruelty this city breeds. 

So, Edward gave it his best shot, his plan went so well- up until he was arrested and the Batman revealed he had no intention to team up with him. He was stuck. In a cold Arkham prison cell with a heavy heart filled with regret. He should’ve talked to you more. He should’ve told you who he was- what he’d done for you. But let’s be real- what would he get out of that? You didn’t think of him like that, you probably didn’t think of him much at all. 

He wouldn’t have done this if he hadn’t met you, but Edward put special effort into keeping his identity a secret. He got a separate ID and covered his tracks between his Riddler and real-life persona. He knew those efforts were in vain, though, and that soon enough he’d be truly found out. 

Edward sunk deeper and deeper into that familiar feeling of self hatred. He hung onto every detail of your face he could remember, knowing that he’d likely never see you again. What he wouldn’t give to see you, to smell you as you leaned over his desk to hand him another coffee, to feel your hand on his chair as you get his attention. 

You were also distraught. Your Eddie was locked away, you never got to thank him for what he did to your boss. You never got to tell him how much you love him. He’s sitting there somewhere, scared and alone. You just couldn’t stand it, there had to be something you could do! 

As you sat there in your sadness, your phone buzzed. It was a friend from your old psych job- Harleen Quinzel.

a/n: yeah its gonna get crazy buckle up!

(no powers gal gardner x f! reader)

"Just as you were settling into your spot, leaning on the kitchen counter with your long forgotten punch in hand, Gal glanced up at you- making eye contact."

warnings: mentions of alcohol and also unsafe motorcycle practices everyone wear the correct gear xx

word count: 764

a/n: oh gal gardner... come save me please.. also to those who were waiting for me to post (if anyone was) im sorry it took so long i was sad but now things are good and i'm back on my bs drop a req in the box <3

The worst thing you’d ever done to your friends was make them watch you try to find a partner. Over and over, you’d have a failed first date, dating app match, or talking stage, and they’d have to hear all about it. So, when you started asking about Gal with that little glimmer in your eyes, they tried absolutely everything they could to dissuade you. 

To them, Gal was unstable and untrustworthy- they’d heard murmurings of her flirtatious ways, and you didn’t seem like the type of girl to mesh well with that. In your mind, Gal was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. From the second you first saw her she piqued your interest. She was strong and confident, and had little freckles peppered across her face. You kept sneaking glances at her, and to your gleeful surprise, she met your eyes more than once.

Your friends watched in vain as you stared at Gal from across the room at a party. She was setting up what would be a very messy keg stand, but was getting distracted by the song that was playing (whether she really liked it or really hated it, you couldn’t tell.) Just as you were settling into your spot, leaning on the kitchen counter with your long forgotten punch in hand, Gal glanced up at you- making eye contact. 

You felt your heart skip a beat and before you could look away, Gal shot you a smile and started walking towards you. “Hey there, pretty lady,” She says, leaning on the wall beside you. Had this been anyone- anyone else, you would’ve laughed right in their face. However the woman standing right in front of you was- for lack of a better phrase- very hot. She was wearing a thick leather jacket over a tight shirt, her jeans tucked into a pair of cowboy boots. Those jeans had a belt with a big buckle that caught your eye, but you realized you shouldn’t let your gaze linger. You stuttered out a small “Hey…”, feeling your face heat up so much you were certain it was noticeable. She jerks her thumb towards the front door, “Wanna get some fresh air? You look dizzy.” 

Before you can compute anything that’s going on, you’re following her out of the party. The cool night air hits your body and makes you shiver. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asks. You straighten up, trying to hold her eye contact, “Just- wondering what your name is.” You say, pretending you haven’t already found all of her socials. She laughs, “You haven’t heard of me? I’m Gal. You can call me babe though, if you want.” You bark out a laugh in a poor attempt to hide how well her horrible lines were working. You introduced yourself bashfully, and she listened with a small smirk that made you feel like she was silently messing with you. 

Gal puts her hand on your shoulder, leaning on you slightly. “I’m hungry. Ya wanna get some food?” You were about to ask about her now abandoned keg stand plans but she was already walking away. Running to her side, you watch as she pulls out some keys from the pocket of her leather jacket. She walks up to a motorcycle, looking back at you expectantly. “You’ve ridden one of these before, right?” She asks expectantly. Your wide-eyed expression gave the answer away and she scoffed, barely able to cloak her satisfaction, “Good, then I’ll be your first.” She winks at you, tossing you her helmet, “Can’t have your pretty face getting scratched up.” You tilt your head, “What about you?” You ask. Gal laughs, “I’ll be fine, I can handle it- I’ve broken my nose like, three times and I’m still a looker.” 

Gal helps you put the helmet on, laughing as you struggle to stay upright while she squeezes it on. The helmet smells like her, sweat with a slight smokey undertone filling your senses. “Where are we going?” You ask, trying to ignore the way Gal’s hands brush against you as she adjusts the fit of the helmet. “There’s a good diner a little bit away from here- ‘s got good food,” She says, patting your head and straightening up. 

As she helped you onto her bike, you felt something strange- a warm feeling in your chest, something stronger than the flutters you’d felt before. When she wrapped your arms around her waist, you thought that maybe your friends wouldn’t be cursed with another sob story tonight.

(ted kord x gn! reader)

a/n: if you know me irl respectfully look the other way <3 is this an x reader fic or is it a therapy session where i project onto teddy? if you're feeling anxious you don't need to know teddy to read this one he's kind of just a placeholder

You and Ted’s relationship has always been relatively stable. He’s kind and charming, and if there’s ever a disagreement between you two you’ll eventually figure it out. One thing you’ve both had to deal with is anxiety. Ted’s had his fair share of worries and breakdowns, and you’ve always been there for him, but eventually it was his turn to help you. As much as you wish this wasn’t the case, your breakdowns were messy and loud. Fears overtake you that feel too terrifying to put into words, and you feel that weight in your chest making it hard to get out of the bed in the morning. 

By the time your growing worry crescendos, Ted finds you curled in a ball on the floor right near your shared bed. Ted had been busy with work- as always, and hadn’t been in the house much. You didn’t want to worry Ted and you didn’t want to verbalize your feelings, so you kept to yourself. 

Ted rushes to your side, kneeling beside you, “Are you hurt?” He asks, putting a hand on your shoulder. You’re sobbing, muttering to yourself as he scans you for injury. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out what’s going on, you’ve seen him in the same state before. Ted hesitantly pats his hand on your head, pulling it into his chest as he sits next to you. “What’s causing the panic?” He asks as you shake your head, being prompted to vocalize it only making it worse. 

Failing in his attempt to collect data, Ted settles for rubbing your back and rocking you slowly back and forth. “You’re doing really well,” He says, “You’re going to be okay, you’re safe right now, right?” You nod, holding onto his hand tightly. He kisses your head, muttering, “I know that you’ve heard this a thousand times, but we need to do a breathing exercise.” He says, exaggerating inhaling and counting for four, holding for four, exhaling for four, holding again, then repeating. He drags his hand up and down your back in time with his breaths. 

After a while, you start to calm down, and you manage to mutter the cause of your concerns. Part of you feels like saying it will cause the whole building to fall apart- like the second you say it his eyes will widen and he’ll run out of the room scared. He doesn’t, of course. He sits there and frowns with a quiet “I see.” You bury your face in his chest as he continues, “Yeah, I’ve thought about that before. It’s… the kind of thing that is easier to think about when you’ve got a clear head. You gotta think to yourself- when you’re in a better headspace, how would you feel about this issue?” 

You hum, trying to signify that you’re listening. Ted brushes his fingers through your hair, “Sometimes, when you’re feeling those feelings of anxiety, I’ve found it’s helpful to focus on those sensations and tell your brain ‘Bring it on,’ try to will those sensations to get stronger. When you stop resisting those feelings, they stop resisting in response, it’s like reverse psychology. Remember, the things you’re feeling are caused by hormones in your brain.” 

The anxiety doesn’t go away immediately, in fact, it takes quite a while. However, Ted is there for you. He keeps an eye on you and handles you with empathy you’d never dreamt of receiving before- and over time you start to make a recovery. One day, you find yourself thinking back to the times you were anxious, knowing that now you’re better equipped to handle it if- or when, it comes back.

(wolverine x f! reader) (slight cyclops x f! reader)

 “I’m not good at being soft. I’m better at being an asshole and telling anyone who can’t keep up to…- well-”

synopsis: everyone is jealous of everyone! classic x-men soap drama-esque love square with logan, scott, and jean. this is technically comic wolverine, but i took a lot of inspo from the movies too, so could be read as both. reader is written as kind of a softie <3

word count: 4595

warnings: jealousy, mention of food and eating, fighting, might be a bit ooc

a/n: this is so long but i've had this exact scenario swimming up in my head for a while hope you enjoy! leave a comment <3

You’d first seen Logan on your second day at Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. You’d gotten your gifts just a few months before, and your parents- not knowing what else to do- sent you to the first place that’d take you. It was after you’d finished moving into your room, on a tour from your new friend Rogue that you’d spotted a man leaning against the wall outside, smoking a cigar. He was good looking- rugged and intimidating. Rogue must’ve seen your distracted expression, because she huffed out a laugh, “You curious about him? That’s Logan- Wolverine.” You just give her a smile in return, trying not to give away how much his handsome face struck you as you hummed, “He seems nice.” 

When Logan first saw you, just a day later, he didn’t think much. ‘New cannon fodder, she’s cute.’ was about it. He had far too much brooding to do to care that much about you- not until you actually introduced yourself. You walked right up to him with a polite smile, offering him your hand and giving him your name. Logan shook it, smirking at you. You were sweet. He could tell you were nervous by your heartbeat, his heightened senses picking up on it through your hand. He didn’t think much of it, most people were nervous talking to him- especially for the first time. 

As you grew more accustomed to life at Xavier’s, you felt your feelings for Logan growing. He was charming and strongwilled, the type of man who put your nerves at ease- knowing he’d be there in case anything bad happened. He was never rough towards you, never yelled or got angry, not that you gave him any reason to. You felt like he liked you. Like the soft way he talked to you was special treatment- something just for you. 

You were strong on your own- you could carry yourself in a battle, and you’d been able to keep up in training- but you’d never been one to enjoy fighting. You didn’t like yelling, hitting and getting hit, causing harm, but you did like protecting those less fortunate, and you knew you wanted to dedicate yourself to doing so. That was where Logan’s power really shined. He was an amazing fighter- it was satisfying watching him leap across the danger room, having no issue taking down any simulated threat he was faced with. 

Sadly, your schoolgirl crush was- well, crushed, when you saw the man interact with Jean. It was after a group training that you saw him flirtatiously leaning on the woman. You were paired with Rogue once again, and she watched with pity as you stared at the two of them. “Oh, sugar…” She muttered, a hand resting on your upper back. You shook off your sad expression, trying to convince her (and yourself) that it didn’t matter much to you. “What’s that tone for?” You ask, smiling at her, “Let’s get back to work.” 

Your poor acting skills didn’t work on Rogue of course, and after training the two of you found some time alone in her room to properly debrief. “C’mon honey, you don’t have to pretend with me, I could practically see your heart breaking.” She said as the two of you sat on her comfy bed. You knew there was no use in pretending, and felt yourself tearing up. “How long have those two been a thing? I thought Jean liked Scott…” You whined. Rogue sighs, running her hand through her hair. “Ever since I’ve known those three, they’ve had a weird love triangle goin’. Scott and Logan have this whole ‘who’s the real man that’s gonna win her heart’ thing. I should’ve warned you- I just didn’t want to stick my nose in where it didn’t belong.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steel yourself. It made sense- you were being too optimistic in thinking you had a chance, you weren’t anywhere near as used to the raunchy, hook-up style of romance that Logan exhibited. Nothing made you feel more lame than hearing about his escapades from a gossiping student or peer. You look up, seeing Rogue looking at you with a worried expression and quickly straighten your back. “It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, really. I mean it was just a little crush! I can get over it.” You assure her. She just raises an eyebrow, not quite believing you. 

That night, you were looking out your dorm window when you spotted Jean and Logan outside. They were having a heated conversation, his big hand on her waist. You tell yourself you shouldn’t eavesdrop, that snooping was bad, but you knew there really wasn’t much of an argument. You kneeled down under the window so as to not be spotted, and paused the show you had been watching on your phone. 

You couldn’t make out much, but what you did hear, you resented. “C’mon Jeanie, why spend any time with that boyscout?” You heard Logan say. Jean responded with a sweet tone in her voice, “I told you, Logan, you’re wild, unpredictable. I couldn’t settle down with you.” You feel a small bit of hope in your heart- but that was quickly crushed at Logan’s response. “I can change. I’ll be someone you can settle down with, Jeanie. I can be your little boyscout.” 

You weren’t sure why, but that sentiment hurt more than anything else that had gone on that day. The fact that he was willing to change- to domesticate himself for someone, and that someone wasn’t you, was painful. You didn’t hear anything after that, and when you peeked up from the window, you understood why. They were kissing, his hands on her back and her hands cupping his face. You slumped back down onto the ground and turned away from the window with a bitter taste in your mouth.

The next morning you saw Logan in the kitchen. He smiled, turning to you as he opened his bottle of soda. “Mornin’” He greeted, clearly in a good mood. You gave him a quiet nod, trying to act natural despite the way your heart was stuck down in your stomach. He picks up on your somber attitude, tilting his head slightly, “Rough night? You look like shit.” ‘Wow, thanks, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.’ You think, knowing better than to complain, you just swallow the lump in your throat and say, “Yeah, I forgot to sleep- I got too into my show.” 

Logan watched as you trudged out of the kitchen with a quickly made bowl of cereal in your hands. He was worried- to say the least. He did care for you, you’d made a good impression on him. Never annoying or prodding, always kind in a way he could only dream of being. Your vulnerability was something he envied. He may be good at fighting people, but you could comfort a crying child or solve a dispute between two preteen students with ease. Seeing you upset was one thing, but seeing you upset and quiet? Now that was another. 

You knew deep down that Jean wasn’t a bad person. You had no real reason to be so angry with her- she couldn’t help what she felt, but neither could you. That gross, slimy feeling of jealousy coated you when you saw her. She was so effortlessly gorgeous, her hair was perfectly styled, she was so powerful and kind- and worst of all she was kind to you as well, oblivious to the feelings of resentment you carried deep in your soul. 

As much as everything hurt, you knew you couldn’t stay like this. You didn’t want to stay stagnant, mourning a man you built up in your head- mourning a man in general. So, you started to get back on your feet. It was slow at first, you accepted Rogue’s invitations to hang out, talking through your feelings and finding meaningful distractions in the movie nights and sleepovers you’d have with her. Then you left the mansion, going to the mall with Jubilee and Kitty, then accompanying Kurt on his walks around the school’s gardens, then watching Hank as he worked in his lab- soon you found yourself regaining the color in your face. You could stand to be in the same room as Jean, though you kept your distance for both of your sakes.

A couple months went by and you had distracted yourself with your own life. You still liked Logan- and you were still hurt every time you saw him and Jean walk down the halls together, but you were more sure of yourself now. You had friends, you had underclassmen who were depending on you, and you had a job on the X-Men to honor. Things were peaceful, and you were growing happy with your life in the mansion. However, in one day, the fragile foundation in which your contentment was built was completely turned upside-down. 

It was a quiet day in the mansion, you were in your room watching a movie Kitty had recommended to you when you heard Charles Xavier’s voice ringing through your head. “Come to my office, now.” He said, voice stern and bordering on frantic. You picked yourself up off your bed and rushed to his office, not minding that you were still in your pajamas. 

By the time you’d made it, Charles was sitting at his desk, hands clasped together. Scott Summers was there as well. You were hardly surprised, you’d never really seen him without Charles or Jean somewhere nearby. He gave you a nod in greeting before turning to Charles. “So, what did you call us in here for?” He asked. Charles looked at him with a serious expression. “Jean and Logan have been taken.” 

You and Scott share a bewildered look, and he leans in intently. “What? What do you mean, ‘taken’? How? When?” He questions. Charles sighs, eyebrows furrowed. “Apparently the two of them were… taking a stroll outside last night when the perpetrator swooped by and took them. From what I was able to pick up, it was Mystique disguised as one of us. I have their location, and I’m trusting you to go bring them back.” He said, and before you could ask any more questions, he slid a folder across the desk. “This file contains their location and everything I know about the organization. Time is of the essence. Mystique isn’t there right now, so hurry before she returns. Go suit up.” He explained. You hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden whirlwind of information, but Scott just turned on his heel and left, leaving you to run after him.

After suiting up, the two of you head to the mansion’s aircraft hangar of a garage, not quite sure what to take on your mission. “We should take something on the road, not a jet. It’s a good idea to try and go stealthy.” Scott says, glancing over to the many cars in the space. He looks back at you, tilting his head. “Anything catching your eye? I’m not taking my car on this trip- don’t want it to get scuffed.” You hum, looking around the hangar before your gaze falls on a motorcycle in the corner- Logan’s motorcycle. Scott’s gaze follows yours, eyes widening. “We shouldn’t… that’s his prized possession.” He says, walking up to it beside you. You smirk, “That didn’t stop him from taking your car out for a joyride.” The two of you sit in silence for a second before Scott grins. “...Let’s do it.” 

Meanwhile, Logan and Jean were being kept in the basement of an unsuspectingly dingy farmhouse in the outskirts of the upper New York neighborhood the X-Mansion is located in. The two of them had given up trying to escape their captivity as their capturer took the time to create a cage that nullifies Jean’s powers and bound Logan’s hands. Jean was trying in vain to focus and see if anyone was on their way to save them while Logan leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling. 

You and Scott played a quick round of rock-paper-scissors to see who got to drive Logan’s prized motorcycle, and you won. So, the two of you put on your helmets and hopped on the ride. Scott wrapped his arms around your waist from the back, his grip on you firm. It only tightened when you sped off, making him yelp in surprise. “Careful!” He shouts over the wind, “We have to actually make it there to save them!” You giggle, the adrenaline of the ride getting to you as you reach back quickly to pat the side of his face. “We’ll be fine! Just be brave!” You yell back, and you swear you hear him whine as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

Scott’s heart was pounding out of his chest by the time the two of you arrived on site. He holds out his hand for you to take as you disembarked the ride, smiling up at him. “That was not how we were trained to ride.” He states, still catching his breath. The two of you take off your helmets, and you see his eyes sparkle through his visor, “It was pretty fun though.” 

The two of you peek into the farmhouse through a crack in the panelling. You don’t see much, a lot of dirt and wood, but upon further inspection you see a lever buried under a pile of hay in the corner. Scott leads you into the barn, staying silent and on guard as he kneels in front of the lever. “You ready?” He asks, and you nod, bracing yourself as he pulls the switch. 

The floor starts to shake and the two of you watch in shock as a whole half of the barn slowly descends into a lower level, the rural scenery melting into metallic technological walls surrounding you. By the time the giant elevator stills, you’re in a labyrinth of hallways, three armed guards there to greet you. 

You and Scott make quick work of the watchmen, and Scott interrogates one for Jean and Logan’s location, getting some vague directions he memorizes instantly. As you fight your way down the halls with him, you can’t help but feel battle chemistry you’d never experienced before. You were always a bit intimidated by Scott- Charles Xavier’s right hand man, the leader, the golden boy- you’d always heard he was some strict boyscout, but he truly surprised you in the way he fought. He seemed to instinctively know what to do to uplift you as you battled beside him. Whether it be blasting down a bot that was sneaking up on you, or offering a hand when you stumbled, he was right there when you needed him. 

Scott appreciated your fighting style as well. You were a good enough fighter, strong and capable- but what really got him was that you had no issue listening to his instructions. He’d fought with one too many overconfident mutants who thought they knew better than him, and you weren’t one of them. You trusted him enough to let him call the shots, and he trusted you enough to know you’d follow through his commands well. At one point in the fight, he called out for you to target a few guards on the right of him, and you responded with a, “Yes, sir!” that made him feel a bit warm. He decided not to think too much into his reaction to such a simple title though, trying to focus himself on the fight instead.

You managed to clear the area, continuing your run down the now deserted halls. You catch Scott taking a deep breath, shaking his head in thought. “You okay?” You ask, leaning over to get a better view of his face. “I’m sure they’re alright.” Scott nods, huffing a silent laugh. “I know they are. Honestly, I’m just steeling myself to see Logan and Jean together. I can’t stand that guy.” Now, that was something you could relate to. “I know the feeling.” You reassure. Scott glances at you, eyebrow raised. “What? I thought you liked Logan.” You frown. “Yeah. I do.” Scott nods in sudden understanding, finding some solidarity in your uncharacteristically bitter tone. He puts a hand on your shoulder as the two of you stop in front of the door that supposedly holds your (sort of) friends and says, “We’ll be fine. Just be brave.” 

The door hisses open, revealing a large monitor room. You get rid of all the guards on duty, peering down through a big glass pane above the cell to see Logan and Jean, sitting in silence. Scott peers at the control panel below the window, speculatively pressing a button that disarms the anti-power forcefield around the two. They look up instantly, seeing the two of you as you wave down to them.

Logan and Jean rush up to you and Scott from their position in the cage, relief painting their faces. Jean hugs Scott, whispering something you couldn’t quite make out to him. You just kind of stood there, awkwardly watching as Scott pats her back. Logan turns to you, “So, how’d you get all the way out here?” He asks, and you and Scott share a look. “Uh…” You start, not quite knowing what to say. You stare at each other for a second, and you honestly think you’d be laughing your ass off if you weren’t simultaneously fearing for your life. 

Eventually, the four of you manage to make your way back to the mansion. Logan rides his bike back (not without threatening to kill Scott for ten minutes straight), and Jean uses her powers to signal for Kurt to come teleport the rest of you home. Despite Logan’s angry reaction, you and Scott couldn’t stop smiling at each other, relishing the feeling of a mission gone well. Jean and Logan noticed the little friendship the two of you struck up immediately. The second Logan arrived home and saw the two of you laughing over a bowl of popcorn, he felt a pure rage in him that tugged at the darkest parts of his heart. 

Logan knew the feeling of jealousy well. He’d been feeling it ever since he’d seen Scott interact with Jean- but this? This was worse. He’d never felt territorial over you because he never had to. You were always there, always smiling at him, always kind… but now here you were, laughing with his rival and looking at him like he was the funniest man on Earth. This was so much more intense than anything he’d felt before. He liked Jean, sure, but he knew she’d never really give him the time of day. Part of him didn’t want her to. He liked the chase. You weren’t someone he was willing to play around with, though. 

Not one to lurk, Logan marched right up to the kitchen island you two were sitting at, standing beside you. “What are you guys talking about?” He asks pointedly. Scott glances at you, not happy about the way Logan was interrupting your conversation, “Nothing.” He states, mood soured. Logan smiles, “Good. ‘Cause I still need to beat your ass for taking my bike out. Danger room. 10 Minutes.” He says, before leaving the two of you in silence. Scott scowls, not wanting to leave, but never being one to turn down a duel. He gives you a nod and stands up, walking out of the room. 

You sit in contemplation for a while, before deciding to make your way down to the danger room as well- thinking it may be good sportsmanship considering Scott was in trouble over something you proposed. You arrive at the viewing room where you spot Jean observing them. “I went to go see Scott and he filled me in. Logan seems angry.” She says simply. “Yeah- I mean maybe taking his motorcycle out for a ride wasn’t the best idea on my part…” You say. Jean shakes her head, smiling softly. “It’s not that, you know.” At your confused expression she continues. “Logan likes you. In a different way than how he likes me.” She says.

“What are you talking about?” You ask. Sitting beside her as the two men begin their sparring downstairs. “Logan has no issue being flirtatious with me because he knows deep down that there’s no stakes in it. He’s not scared of scaring me off.” You don’t seem to be all that convinced, watching Jean as she fiddles with her hands. “I remember talking to him one night, right after he first talked to you. I asked him what he thought of you- and if it was anyone else, he’d make some sort of quippy joke. Say you were stupid or annoying or that you wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t say anything like that. He said you were nice.” Jean looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes you’d never seen before. “I never liked Logan. Not like that- but he was there when Scott wasn’t. When I was lonely. I’ve never wanted to be with him, I’ve only ever actually wanted Scott… and I know Logan has only ever actually wanted you. He’s just not good at saying it.”

The two of you sit in silence for a bit, watching Logan land a particularly strong hit on Scott. You weren’t certain you believed Jean, but you didn’t think she was the type of person to lie. She was too virtuous for that. You were trying to find the words to respond when she whispered. “Please don’t take Scott from me.” You were going to laugh but decided against it when you looked up and saw her solemn expression. “What are you talking about?” Jean buried her head in her hands. “I could feel it- I could feel it when you rescued us, he was flustered. I know I’ve been flaky with him in the past- I know I’ve spent too much time with Logan, I was just scared of… of committing to him.” 

You had a lot of things you wanted to say- that Scott was never going to choose you over Jean, that she was amazing and great, that you still didn’t believe Logan would ever see you the same way you saw him, but you focused on being there for her instead. “Why are you scared of that?” You ask, putting a hand on hers. “I have no control over my powers. I haven’t been able to go a full month without completely turning my room upside down in my sleep. Scott would only be hurt being with me.” She says, and you hear the quiver in her voice. “I’m not like you. You’re so… soft. You can be taken care of, you can be relied on. I’m a loose cannon.” 

In all the time you spent thinking about Jean, it never came to your mind that she’d ever be thinking about you. She was strong and beautiful and always clearing you in training- and when you told her that, she just sniffled, wiping her tears. “I’m sorry,” She said, trying to pull herself together. “I feel so silly.” You squeeze her hand a bit, “Everything you’re saying is something I’ve felt before too. If you’re silly, then so am I.” You admit. Jean pulls you into a hug, leaning her head on her shoulder, saying, “I’ll talk to Logan for you, okay? I’ve been getting impatient waiting for him to get his act together. Though I guess I should get mine together too.” 

You and Jean were so distracted by your heart-to-heart that you completely forgot to pay any attention to Logan and Scott, who had just called their spar quits in confusion after seeing the two of you hugging and tearing up. They rushed up the stairs to the viewing room, opening the door and scaring the two of you away from each other. “Are you guys okay?” Scott asks, clutching his arm that Logan must’ve hit hard. You and Jean stare at each other before she responds with a smile, “Yeah, we’re okay.” 

A couple days later, you were in your room when you heard a knock on the door. Answering it, you saw Logan sheepishly standing there, a bag in his hand. “I brought these donuts from that one diner you liked.” He says, holding out the bag to you. “Let me in. I gotta talk to you.” 

You take the bag from Logan, moving aside and letting him in. “Thanks for rescuing me the other day.” He mutters, sitting on your bed. “Even if you took my bike.” You sit beside him, looking into the bag. “No problem, I’m just glad you’re okay.” You respond. Logan looks at your wall where you’d taped a bunch of pictures you and your friends had taken over the course of your time at Xavier’s. “I talked to Jean yesterday.” He finally says. “She told me you liked me.” 

“You already knew that.” You say under your breath. “I did.” He remarks, reminding you he had heightened senses. “I was being a coward. You’re too sweet, you know that? Everyone else has found a way to piss me off at least once, but you’re the type of girl I could see myself spending the rest of my immortal life with.” His statement makes you blush, not knowing what to say you let him continue, “I’m not good at being soft. I’m better at being an asshole and telling anyone who can’t keep up to…- well-” He grumbles, “Point being, you make me feel a whole bunch of things I’m not able to handle. But when I was talking to Jean I realized you were probably hurting, and I’d rather make a fool of myself trying to explain how much I like you than lose you completely.” 

You didn’t know what to say. You barely believed Logan liked you when you heard it from Jean, yet here’s the man of the hour telling it to you himself. You wanted to get mad, to tell him you’d been waiting all this time, to scold him for making you so sad these past few months, but you just couldn’t. Not when he was sitting there beside you, looking so crestfallen. “I couldn’t stand seeing you with Scott.” He admits, finally looking you in the eyes. “He pisses me off, he really does. He’s good at being nice. He’s taller than you even when you wear those ridiculously high boots. He looks good with everyone. When I told Jean that she laughed and said she thinks that’s how you felt seeing me with her. I told her that was ridiculous.” 

“Not that far off actually.” You hum, propping your chin up on your palm. “I’m sorry.” Logan says again, tentatively holding your other hand. “It’s always been you. It had to be you ever since you first shook my hand.” You don’t respond right away, and he sighs, looking down at his feet before bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing it. “I’ll love you if you forgive me and I’ll love you if you say you never want to hear from me again.” He says into your fist, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. He stands up, letting go of you slowly, and walks out of the room, leaving you with a “Good night. You know where to find me.”

"That’s when you do something Ted had only dreamed of. You laughed. At his joke. If there was one way to Ted’s heart, that was it."

(blue beetle x f! reader)

warnings: body insecurity on ted's part, he's mean to you for like two seconds on accident, maybe a little ooc...

word count: 2251

a/n: this is now the longest fic i've written! can you tell i love teddy? woke up early today just to finish this, bouta be late for my bus TT

When Ted Kord first saw you, he felt his face heat up. He was prone to getting red at the smallest things- exercise, embarrassment, nervousness. You were a new hire at the Justice League, a C-tier hero who recently made it big after beating a well known villain. Ted was on his way to one of many important meetings for that day and found himself so distracted by your presence that he nearly walked right into the glass door at the entrance. Ted had seen a lot of beautiful women in his life. Both as a superhero and an ultra-rich billionaire, he’s met many people who look inhumanly perfect (in some cases, they are, in fact, inhuman). But the way you looked at him, it made him feel something new. You looked like you walked right out of his dreams.  

That night, everyone was called into the main meeting room to be introduced to you properly. Ted sat by his buddy Booster Gold, the two conspiring about the pretty new hire he’d spotted earlier, while Fire, Ice, Guy, and Bloodwynd filed in. The members of the league were constantly changing and today these were the only members who could make it. “Is she really all that?” Michael asks, leaning towards Ted in his seat. Ted is about to respond when Maxwell Lord walks in with you trailing behind him.

Ted could practically see the cheesy TV drama slow motion camera effect as you walked in. Whatever Max was saying faded quietly into the background as Ted stared at you wide-eyed, face growing red as you made eye contact with him, offering him a friendly wave. The meeting was over fast, and Max took you out of the room to finish some paperwork- snapping Ted out of his trance. Michael leaned over, a wide grin on his face as he looked at Ted. “Wow, you look stupid.” He teased, laughing his ass off. 

The next day you were exploring the Justice League headquarters and found yourself wandering into Ted’s lab. One thing you learned about Ted before ever even meeting him was that he is brilliant. His inventions are state of the art, and he’s always producing things no one knew they needed. Something you weren’t warned about however, was how cute he was. It caught you off guard when you first saw him on your first day, watching him stumble at the door you’d just entered through. 

You walked into the lab, looking around in awe at all the giant mechanics hanging in the giant space before realizing Ted was sitting on top of one, staring down at you. He wasn’t wearing his suit helmet anymore, so you were able to get a good look at his face. He had wavy brown hair that had been wiped out of the way, and blue eyes that were focused right on you. You cleared your throat, walking up to the huge thing he was perched on and offered a quick greeting, “Hi, Ted Kord, right? I like your uh- your bug-car-ship.”

Ted shakes his head a bit before responding, “The Bug? Thanks… I made it myself,” he puffs his chest out a bit, climbing down to your level. Staring at you, now eye-to-eye, the only thing he could think was that he hoped you didn’t see how bad he was sweating. “It’s real good in battle,” He says, looking back to his pride and joy, “I couldn’t tell you the amount of times I’ve had to sweep in and save Booster’s ass with this. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t broken the windshield yet!” 

That’s when you do something Ted had only dreamed of. You laughed. At his joke. If there was one way to Ted’s heart, that was it. You looked so sweet, smiling at him, that he almost didn’t realize he was getting lost staring again. Almost. He quickly straightened up, turning away from you once more and offering you a little smile. You were about to say something else when Michael walked in, grinning knowingly at Ted and waving to you. 

Ever since that night, the three of you got closer and closer. Soon enough, you’d even been invited to join in on one of their little pranks. Every day, the three of you would spend at least a couple hours together- and on lucky days, Michael would let you two talk to each other alone. On those days, Ted was exhausted from stress by the time his head hit his pillow. 

Every time Ted saw you, under all the butterflies and heart eyes, he felt himself grow a bit queasy. He knew he liked you, but he was terrified about the fact that he was starting to feel more than that. Behind all the self aggrandizing jokes he makes, his self confidence was never really all that high. 

When Ted was younger, he was constantly ostracized for his weight. It wasn’t until he got out of university that he started to work out a bit more. As much as he’s changed, he never quite grew out of the way that made him feel about himself. Things only get worse for him when he’s actively trying to impress someone- you. Every time he makes a mistake, tells a bad joke, slips up- he feels a deep pit of shame in his stomach saying, ‘Yeah right, Ted. Like she would actually choose someone like you. You’ve put on weight recently, won’t be long before she’s making fun of you too.’

So, Ted took the coward's way out and pulled away. It wasn’t that he’d stopped talking to you at all, that was impossible considering you two worked together, but he didn’t let himself hold any hope that you’d like him back. No more longing glances, no more subtle flirts, no more butterflies. 

You noticed the change almost immediately. Your sweet and funny crush wasn’t looking at you the same way anymore. It wasn’t drastic enough of a change for you to be sure, you just had a feeling something was off, and every little thing he did messed with your system. 

Unlike Booster Gold and Blue Beetle when it comes to women, Fire and Ice are not stupid. Beatriz noticed from the second day she’d known you that you liked Ted and she was noticing now that he was pulling away. Months went by like this, and she’d have little conversations with you, asking you about whatever was on your mind and trying to figure out more. You made her promise to never tell Ted, and she gave you her sworn oath. 

Beatriz was a good secret keeper- well, her and Tora were good secret keepers, and they let you confide your worries in them. They’d reassure you that there was nothing to worry about and give their two cents on the matter- Bea’s advice always being “find someone better.” and life went on. Ted was still friendly with you, just a bit distant where it mattered most.

Michael asked Ted about you one night after a tough battle, when the two of them were drinking at their favorite bar. “So… I haven’t heard you bring up you-know-who as of late.” He said, glancing up at Ted who was looking into his beer. “Yeah, I’m- I’m over it.” Ted responded, tone a bit too solemn to be true. Michael didn’t push him further, choosing instead to order another round.

Everything was peaceful- at least, peaceful by Justice League standards, until a particular fan of yours accidentally shook things up between the two of you. It was a bright and sunny day and the JLA had finished fighting off a giant alien spaceship. Now gathered outside, you all greeted fans as they cheered and swarmed you. One fan, a man a bit taller than you, shook your hand eagerly, praising you loud enough for Ted and Michael to notice.

Ted didn’t love watching you get so obviously swooned over, and a mean, sour part of him felt a bit of resentment towards you two. The fan wasn’t more attractive than him, but Ted had a bad habit of seeing the best in others and the worst in himself. The crowd pushed Ted and Michael closer to you, and he heard your fanboy say, “I mean, I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful and amazing as you!” 

Before Ted could even think about what he was saying, he remarked, “Must not have been looking that hard then.” Michael snapped his neck to look at Ted, in shock. Your fanboy didn’t hear Ted’s words, too hung up on the excitement of meeting his idol, but you certainly did. Beatriz and Tora heard as well, partially because they were already looking out for you just in case your fanboy interaction took a turn for the worse.

After the group was finally ushered away from the sea of fans cheering after you all, Bea glanced at you, and you gave her a look that said ‘I’m about to start crying. Now.’ She gave you a little nod as you ran back to your room. 

It wasn’t a big deal, you kept telling yourself, Ted jokes around with everyone, you shouldn’t be this upset over a quip. But it did hurt. He made sarcastic, offhanded jokes about everyone- well, everyone but you before today- and that change pained you. You found yourself breaking under all the worry you’d accumulated in the past months, curling up in your bed and crying your heart out.

Meanwhile, Beatriz, Tora, Ted and Michael were all in the lounge, Guy was off with the press, dazzling them about some made up story of heroics and Bloodwynd was never one to stick around to hang out- you didn’t even know his real name. Beatriz was practically glaring a hole into the back of Ted’s head before she finally said something. “So, Ted.” She starts, making Ted turn to her with a little, “huh?” “What the hell was that?!” She finally questioned, her voice falling just short of a shout. “What was what?” Ted asks, shaping up. “‘Must not have been looking that hard then?!’” Beatriz mocks, “Seriously, I thought you liked her!” 

Ted’s face grows a bit red again. Why was Beatriz so angry? He honestly didn’t think anyone caught his jest- much less cared. “So what? I doubt she gave a damn, she probably didn’t even hear me!” Ted knows he didn’t mean what he said, he thinks you’re infuriatingly perfect. He watches as Beatriz huffs in anger, marching out with Tora, before Michael gives him a little shrug. “What was all that about?” the golden haired hero asks before Beatriz grabs his collar, dragging him out with them, leaving Ted all alone. 

Beatriz has had enough. She hated to do this to you, but she just couldn’t stand it anymore. She promised she wouldn’t tell Ted you liked him, but you never said anything about telling Michael. The man was standing there, looking mildly terrified as Bea glared down at him, lost in thought. “Uh- what can I help you with, ladies?” Booster said nervously. “Does Ted like her?” She finally asks. “I dunno who you’re talking abou-” “You know damn well who I’m talking about.” 

Michael sighs, knowing there’s no getting out of this one, “Yeah, I think so? Ted’s… hard to follow sometimes.” Bea huffs again, “Well, let me tell you something- a secret you’re not allowed to tell Ted- got it?” “Got it.” Booster says, already thinking of how he’s totally gonna tell Ted whatever it is Beatriz has to tell him. Bea isn’t dumb. She knows Booster’s gonna rat- but to be honest, that’s exactly what she wants. “Our favorite little heroine is, like, head over heels for Ted- has been since she first saw him.” 

Michael gasps, audibly. “Really? For real?” Tora nods from her place beside Bea, “and Ted really messed up today. I think she’s still crying.” Michael winces, “Oh, yeah… well- uh… I gotta go do nothing in particular so…” he says, quickly getting up and rushing in the direction of Ted’s lab. 

Ted was trying in vain to focus on some wiring he was doing on a new trinket of his when Michael bursts in, out of breath. “Ted! Buddy! You’re not gonna believe this.” Ted turns to his friend as he gasps for air, hands on his knees, “What is it now? What did Beatriz say?” Michael looks up at Ted with a seriousness usually only reserved for actual missions, “You’re an idiot! She likes you, Ted!” “Beatriz?” “NO!” 

The next thing Ted knows, he’s rushing to your room as fast as he can. Oh boy, he messed up big time. Part of him still couldn’t believe it. You liked him? Like, the same way he liked you? This felt like a dream- and trust me, he’d dreamed of this before. He makes an effort to smooth down his suit and take off his mask as he arrives at your door, knocking hesitantly. 

You opened the door after a second, looking up at him with tear stained cheeks and a slightly horrified expression. You were expecting Beatriz, not a frazzled Ted Kord at your door. “Uh- hey…” He starts, looking at you with a small smile. “I’m real sorry about earlier, I swear I didn’t mean it.” You wipe your tears, trying to put on a brave face, “No, it was stupid- I shouldn’t have gotten so upset over a joke… I don’t know why it affected me so badly.” 

“I do think you’re beautiful… and amazing or whatever it was that guy said.” Ted admits, face blushing bright red as he avoided looking you in the eye. “I got in my head about stuff and decided to be an ass instead of just telling you that.” You give him a soft smile, “Don’t worry about it.” Ted feels the conversation dip for a second, and in a burst of desperation for you to not close the door, he blurts out, “I have a huge, schoolboy crush on you, you know that right?” 

There’s a tense silence after Ted said that, you staring up at him, mouth agape as he wishes he were anywhere but here. “You… do?” You question. “Yeah. Ever since I first saw you. You just kept getting better and better and I didn’t know what to do. I thought- I thought you wouldn’t see me the same way.” He responds, his nerves getting the better of him as he finally says everything that’s been on his mind. “I thought you were supposed to be smart.” You say, making him sputter a little, “Yeah…- wait, what?” 

“I like you too, Ted.” You finally admit, reaching out to hold his hand. Ted shouldn’t be as surprised as he is, considering Michael literally told him you liked him earlier, but some part of him was still in disbelief. Either way, he wasn’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. “Cool.” He stuttered out, rubbing his sweaty hands on his pants, “Uh, yeah. Cool… you wanna go- go get some dinner tonight?” He continues. You smile and kiss his cheek, agreeing. As soon as the door closes, he lets out a breathy sigh, you really were something out of a dream.

"I’m aware I haven’t been the most present father, but I do know what’s good for you- and Booster Gold is not that.”

☆(booster gold x f! reader)☆

part one is here! part two is here!

warnings: you were kidnapped, mention of violence, damian judges your eating habits

word count: 1631

a/n: final part! hope you enjoyed, thank you to everyone for your kind comments <3

The car ride is long and quiet. You sit silent in the back of the batmobile as Duke and Dick try to avoid eye contact- settling on looking out the tinted windows instead. It was the kind of ride where the only thing getting you through was the fact that it’d be over eventually. This isn’t fair, you thought, I just got kidnapped, and now I’m getting scolded? You weren’t scared, you knew you had no reason to be. Batman was a scary figure, but you were his daughter, and you knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Physically. 

By the time you reach the manor, Duke and Dick quickly make their way back to their rooms, not trying to get caught in the backlash. Bruce gets out of the car, making sure you follow behind him as you walk further and further into the batcave, to his computer room. 

“How long did you think you’d be able to keep this from me?” Bruce starts, turned away from you behind his desk. You can’t help but scoff- “I dunno, I didn’t expect you to go looking.” You said, “If I hadn’t gotten kidnapped, you’d still be none the wiser.” Bruce looks down at that, a small “tch” escaping him. “Booster Gold isn’t someone you should be spending time with. He’s rash- irrational, stupid. He can barely keep himself out of trouble, let alone you.” 

Something in you snaps- you just can’t take this anymore. “Like you’ve done any better? I was miserable here until Michael showed up! You never paid me any attention at all, now you think you can come in here and tell me what not to do?!” Bruce seems a bit taken aback, eyes widening just a fraction, “I’m aware I haven’t been the most present father, but I do know what’s good for you- and Booster Gold is not that.” He says, raising his voice a little. “Michael is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You hiss, “If you try to take him away from me, I’ll make sure you never see me again! Not like that would make your life much different.” 

Bruce crosses over from his side of the desk to you, “Listen, I know you’ve been hurting, but I’ve been busy. The city of Gotham is on my shoulders- there are multiple lives constantly depending on my actions, my presence-" You cut him off, "Oh, so I’m being selfish by wanting my dad to actually talk to me? Is that it?” He straightens up, trying to calm your rage, “No. No, that’s not it. I just want you to be safe. I want you to be happy.” You were about to say something along the lines of, ‘then stay out of my way!’ when Bruce puts his hand on your head. “I’m sorry.” He says. “I should’ve been a better father.”

You don’t know what to do at that moment. Part of you wants to keep screaming at him, tell him he’s years too late, berate him, but a bigger part of you just wants to cry. You run out of the room before he can see your tears, locking yourself in and reaching for your phone. Michael had tried to call you upwards of 20 times, blowing up your phone with apologies for… taking you to the hotsprings? The sentiment makes your heart lighten just enough for you to wipe your tears, trying to see through them to type back a response. 

The next day, you don’t want to leave your room. You knew you’d be faced with the rest of the batfamily sitting there, not knowing how to treat you after the events of the night before. Either way, you were getting hungry and the snacks in your room wouldn’t tide you over forever. So, you steeled yourself and opened the door to your room, walking over to the kitchen like nothing happened at all.

As you walk in, you see Damian at the stove, making pancakes- an unusual choice for the boy, who once complained to you that they were too sugary for breakfast, and that you’d get weak if you ate them too much. “Hello.” He greets, stoic as ever. “...Hi?” You say, walking past him to grab a box of cereal. “What are you doing? Put that down. I’m making pancakes.” He says, grabbing the box out of your hand. 

Eventually you find yourself sitting beside Damian at the dining table as he cuts his pancakes expertly. “Why haven’t you started eating yet?” He questions, “What do you want? More sugar? Not enough syrup for you?” You ignore the jab he throws your way, choosing to just start eating. After a little while, Damian speaks again. “I overheard your conversation with father last night.” He says, “Booster Gold? Really?” You groan, rolling your eyes. “Can it, kid.” “He’s not a good choice in any way- he’s boastful and weak-” Damian continues, “If you’d just told me you were that desperate for company, I’d find someone to tolerate your presence for you.” 

Alright that’s it. You stand up, pushing your plate away from you. “Thanks for the food-” as you turn to leave, you feel Damian’s hand grabbing onto your tank top. “Don’t go. I’m not done.” At your pause, he continues, “What I’m trying to say is… you’re- you’re not that bad. I don’t hate you.” Damian looks up at you expectantly, trying to gauge your reaction. “I’m your brother- technically. I should’ve been more attentive to you so that you didn’t get hurt.” You sigh, you had no problem walking out on Bruce’s apology, but this was a kid- and he made real good pancakes. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not your responsibility.” You say. Damian huffs, that wasn’t enough consolation, you were his responsibility in his eyes, but he let you go anyway. 

That night, you and Booster agreed to meet up at a restaurant in the middle of the city. You were getting your boots on when Bruce came by again, opening the door to your room after giving you a warning knock. “I’m not going to try and stop you.” He starts, walking in, “I’ve given it some thought after the shock cleared off.” Bruce sits on your bed beside you. “I know Booster Gold- Michael, is a good person deep down.” You look up to him, an eyebrow raised. “That’s different from what you were saying last night.” 

Bruce sighs, his hands folded together. “My anger wasn’t just towards Michael- or you for that matter. Michael isn’t a well-liked man, but I remember one night, after Barbara was shot by the Joker, I saw him. He had tried over and over to save her. Months in his time, replaying that night- trying to fix what happened. I know he can take care of you and I know you are capable of taking care of yourself. My cruelty came from the shock of me realizing I really didn’t know you as well as I thought I did.” Your phone buzzes, Michael was waiting for you outside. “Go.” Bruce says, his hand patting your back lightly. 

You finish getting your boots on and stand up, grabbing your bag and opening the door. Before you leave, you glance back at Bruce, who was still sitting on your bed, staring at all the photos above your headboard. He looked melancholic, the bags under his eyes prominent. You turn and go down the hall. 

Outside the manor, you spot Michael with his hands up as Damian points an accusatory finger at him- Steph trying to hold him back. You quickly rush to them, getting in between the two boys. “Damian, what are you doing?!” You screech, out of the corner of your ear you hear Michael squeaking out a small, “Hi babe-”  Before Damian interrupts, “I was warning him of what will happen if he ever makes a mistake! It seems he’s prone to those- look at his stupid shoes!” Steph gives you an apologetic look, mouthing a quick ‘sorry!’ before Damian springs free. “Are you sure this man is worth your time? Can he really keep you safe in the case of an emergency?” He questions, sizing Michael up with his eyes. “Yes!” You argue, “Now leave us alone, we’re gonna be late!” 

Damian resentfully relents, grumbling something you can’t quite make out under his breath. “Apologize.” You say, arms crossed. “I will not.” The boy says coldly. Steph sighs, grabbing Damian by the cloak, “I will. Sorry Booster, Damian’s being an ass.” Michael just gives her a thumbs up and a half smile, still looking a little intimidated by the kid’s threat, and the two of them finally leave you both alone.

“I’m so sorry, Mikey.” You say, your shoulders relaxing for the first time today. “Things have been weird around the house lately.” Booster gives you a smile, “When are they not?” He quips, taking your hand. “Is the bat really letting us go out like this?” “Yeah. I think he actually approves” You respond, laughing at Michael’s disbelieving look. 

During your dinner you fill Michael in on everything that happened the night before. You watch as he slowly relaxes into his chair as he stares at you, something far away in his eyes. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” He says, “When you were gone, and I couldn’t go after you, I could barely stand it.” Booster takes your hand again, kissing it and looking up at you. “I love you, you know that right? If anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do.” You smile, the events of the past few days had you doubting a lot, but there was one thing you never questioned. “I love you too Michael.”

(jason todd x f! reader)

"After everything he’s been through was there any hope of recovery? Did he even want to recover?"

tw: you're in a coma, non-sexual mentions of sex, throwing up, torture, jason todd-esque violence

word count: 1884

a/n: don't worry guys part three of booster gold is next but i had to get this one out there. im ngl this one is written with hate in my heart. nothing upsets me more than seeing people characterize jason as some sort of dommy sex symbol... honestly I think he shouldn't be dating anyone but here we are anyways <3

Your relationship with Jason Todd was complicated. You’d known him since before he’d gone missing, dedicated yourself to trying to locate him despite not being a caped crusader yourself, and failed miserably. By the time he’d been discovered alive by Batman, he was inconsolably transformed. His face was scarred, his hair already going grey from stress, and his perspective on the world changed. 

He asked about you, eventually- when everything had smoothed over and he was once again on speaking terms with Bruce. The two of them were in the batmobile after a mission, a heavy silence falling over them. Bruce was the one that brought you up first, saying you’d likely want to see him again. Jason just asked, “What’s she been up to, anyways? Should be in college now.” Trying to pretend like he didn’t care. Bruce didn’t say anything in response- switching the car’s route. 

Jason watched as the car drove closer and closer to the hospital, and started to realize there’s something the Bat hadn’t told him. “What happened?” Jason asks as they pull up to the front entrance, “What happened to her?” Silent as ever, Bruce stalked up the stairs, leading him to your room. “She’s in a coma. Got hurt after trying to find you.” He explains as they walk in. Jason walks up to your side- slowly at first, as if he’s scared you’ll spring up at him. “She tried for months on end- I told her to stop but she was persistent. I think she got too close to finding you.” Bruce continues. 

Jason stares down at your face, peaceful and static. Your wounds had healed, but you were still under. “Will she wake up?” He asked, holding your hand gently. “She’s been in PVS for a few months now. I’ve been trying to wake her gently, but even my technology isn’t enough.” Bruce says. Jason doesn’t respond. He doesn’t know how to. He’s spent all this time being angry and vengeful- thinking no one went after him, no one tried to avenge him, yet here you were. 

When Jason was younger, and things were easier, he liked you. He could tell you liked him too, with the way you’d trail behind him after you’d first met at one of Wayne’s fancy galas. You annoyed him to no end, constantly asking him about his life, where he came from, what kind of shows he liked. It wasn’t until your mother was taken hostage by some villain of the week that you found out about Jason’s identity as Robin- and furthermore Batman’s identity as Bruce Wayne. You always did have a habit of sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. 

Now, things were different. The Joker brutalized Jason. He wasn’t sure he was capable of feeling the same things he did when he knew you as a child. He wasn’t sure he was capable of much other than being a killing machine. You represented a part of his life he wanted back. Those classic childhood dreams of getting married and having a family-, he couldn’t do that anymore. Not just mentally, but physically too. 

When he looked down at you, at your sleeping face, he thought about how he brought this upon you. How you’d probably be up and about, studying for your future at a university far, far from here if it wasn't for him. You had potential. You were bright, cheery, funny. All these things Jason wasn’t. He shifts beside you, letting go of your hand. He doesn’t know what to do anymore. Part of him wants to cry, to shout, to punch something- but another part of him knows Bruce is just outside the room, and he doesn’t want to show any hint of weakness to that man. 

A couple weeks later when Bruce came in with the news that you had been woken up from your coma, Jason felt his heart drop to his stomach. He didn’t want this. He wasn’t ready. He knows he should be happy- any normal person would be. Dick was practically bouncing off the walls in anticipation to go see you- but Jason couldn’t do this. He couldn’t face you and see your expression when you saw what’s become of him. He couldn’t apologize for the harm he caused you. He certainly couldn’t kiss you like he wanted to before the Joker got his hands on him- like you probably expect him to. He wasn’t ready.

The Joker’s torture did much more than scar him. He couldn’t eat food he didn’t make, the smallest things made him angry, he wasn’t able to enjoy banter or joking around like he once was. That’s not a man you’d want to date, much less marry. Plus, even if all that sounded like some rugged bad boy who’d sweep you off your feet, he had no interest in sex anymore. The idea repulsed him. He didn’t want anyone to see him vulnerable again- even in those kinds of scenarios. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, he hadn’t even seen you, maybe you wanted nothing to do with him- but either way the only thing he was ready to do was run for the hills.

When you wake up, you’re surrounded by hospital staff doting on you. You can’t find your voice or the strength to raise your finger, but you can watch as the staff call Batman in, and tell you how long you’ve been under. After a while, you see a large group of people come in. Bruce, Dick, and a couple others you don’t recognize. “This is Tim Drake, Red Robin, and Damian Wayne, the current Robin.” Bruce explains. “Dick goes by Nightwing now.” You look at them, weakly raising your hand as a wave and gather all your strength to mutter, “J-Jason… where’s- Jason…” 

Jason watched as everyone else left to see you, and watched as they turned to him, waiting for him to follow. He doesn’t. He turns away and back into his room. No one goes after him, they all know better, but that doesn’t stop Jason from frantically packing up everything he owns, trying to figure out how to stop the built in tracker in his suit from working. He knows he’s being a coward. He knows he should be rushing to you right now- but he just couldn’t handle seeing you and feeling all the things he knows you’ll make him feel.

It took a couple weeks for you to get back on your feet. You asked about Jason constantly, but Bruce just confirmed he had been found and is okay, and urged you to focus on your recovery. Bruce called in some help in the form of a giant green man named J’onn, who had you feeling better than ever. The second you were discharged, you made Dick take you to hunt down Jason. 

It took less than a day for Batman’s computer to find Jason- he was in some shady bar on the outskirts of Gotham. Dick promised to take you to him as long as you swore to call in case of emergency- giving you a watch with a button to press just in case anyone at all gives you trouble. 

Jason was currently trying and failing to drink his thoughts away, slumped over the bar, fiddling with his pocket knife. This was no way to live- he knew that. He had to shape up, to get himself back on his feet- but how could he? After everything he’s been through was there any hope of recovery? Did he even want to recover? 

You burst through the door of the dingy pub, running up to the man Dick points out before he leaves you two alone. “Jason!” You call, running to him just as he’s able to look up. Before you’re able to touch him, he grabs your arm, slamming you against the table. It’s in that moment that he realizes it’s you. It really is you, isn’t it? “How did you find me?” He asks, letting you go. “Dick told me… where you were.” You manage, groaning as you straighten up. 

Jason braced himself as you looked him in the eyes. Braced himself for that look of shock- of fear, or even worse- of expectation. You probably wanted some fairytale reunion, right? Some sort of happy ending where he picks you up and spins you around. All you do is smile all teary-eyed and say “I’m so glad they found you.” Jason finds himself far too sober for this- even though he’s drunk more than any man should in one sitting, “Don’t do this to me.” He says, shielding his face from you with his hand. “Don’t say that.” 

When he glances at you, he sees the sadness in your eyes, that this wasn’t what you wanted. “I’m not the same person I was before.” He says, staring into his cup. You don’t really know what to say at that moment. Part of you wants to yell at him, to say you don’t care, that you still love him anyways, but that won’t do anyone any good. You take a deep breath, taking him in. “Then I want to get to know you.” 

“No, you don’t.” He says, stubborn as a mule. “I don’t want that- you don’t want that either.” Then you do something unexpected- you giggle. “That’s exactly what you said to me back when we first met. At that Wayne gala, I said the same thing and you responded the exact same way.” Jason looks at you again, watching as you laugh. You hadn’t changed at all. You were still the funny, bright, cheery girl from before. Was this how you felt seeing him? 

“I can’t be what you want me to be.” He says, though now he’s not sure what you want. “Whatever dream we shared before, it’s been dead for a long time.” You put a hand on his shoulder, and he doesn’t flinch away like he thought he would. “When I was younger, my dream was for you to take me to prom.” You say, catching him off guard. “So, yeah. I guess that dream is dead and buried now. But that doesn’t mean I’m done with you.” Jason cracks a small smile at that, and you continue. “I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but I don’t give up easily. I didn’t back then, and I sure as hell won’t give up now.” 

Jason feels it. That feeling in his chest that he was so dreading. That sensation with the alcohol he’d consumed made him certain he was going to throw up. But even then, through the nausea and panic, he couldn’t deny this irritating flutter of hope. This feeling that maybe you wouldn’t give up- maybe you did still like him, and maybe he wouldn’t disappoint you. You hand him a paper with your number scribbled on it. “If you don’t call me, I’ll hunt you down again. I’m visiting the manor soon anyways.” You say, giving him a smile before turning away. 

Jason waits until you leave the bar to hurl, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and staring down at the note you gave him.

"It only took a second to spend a day with Booster, and no one from the manor would be out and about in broad daylight- right?"

☆(booster gold x f! reader)☆

part one is here! part three is here!

warnings: you get kidnapped, light violence

word count: 2306

a/n: i hope you guys like this, i know it may not be the turn everyone was expecting...

The next few weeks of your life were perfect. Even if you’d let it slip to Alfred that you were dating a man no one would be happy to hear about, he agreed to keep your secret so long as you stayed out of trouble. Every day you’d wake up, go to your classes, and meet with the Booster Gold to go do whatever your heart desired. The second your professor set you free from your lab class, you rushed down to a shady alleyway you’d usually never touch, and saw Michael there waiting for you. He wasn’t dressed in his bright costume- that’d make it pretty hard to be inconspicuous. He looked so cute dressed in his everyday clothes, like he was actually just a guy- a civilian just like you. That sentiment changed of course, as he eagerly zipped you off and away to enjoy Paris in the springtime (the spring of 1890, to enjoy a recently built Eiffel Tower). 

“Normally, I’d have to be a whole lot more careful with my powers- but Rip told me you were a special exception.” Michael explains as the two of you walk down a bustling city street. He glances at you, enjoying the sight of your period accurate disguise and smiles at your starry-eyed expression as you see the horse drawn carriages trot past. “Why don’t we stop for dinner?” 

The two of you made yourselves comfortable in a lovely cafe in the middle of the city, candlelight illuminating the room as the sun started to set. As you looked up to Michael, who had just sat down after pulling your seat out, you could feel a now familiar sense of warmth in your chest. It had been a couple months now, and you marvelled at how he always seemed to know just what to do to make your heart beat faster. 

By the end of the night, the two of you made your way to a picturesque balcony and you wondered how long it took Michael to plan this. He gave you a little smile, something sentimental in his eyes, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest was getting to be too much to handle. You reach up and cup his face in your hand, watching as his ears turn bright red. 

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, feeling the way his arm wraps around your waist. “Y- uh- yeah- yeah of course…” Michael stutters out, as if he wasn’t expecting to have to speak. The kiss is long- clumsy at first as Michael has to lean down a bit to reach you, settling eventually on just lifting you up to meet him. He feels his face warm, and isn’t quite sure what to do with himself as you eventually pull back- trying to shoot you a dashing smirk that ends up looking more like a meager grimace. How could he, the Booster Gold, still get so flustered whenever his girlfriend kisses him? He needs to man up- to take control of this situation and prove himself- 

That train of thought is completely derailed when you lean back in and pepper his face with kisses. He has to steel himself to not accidentally drop you, face beet red. When you finally halt your brutal attack, all he can do is stare, not wanting to put you down just yet. You smile at him, hugging him close. “Thank you for the date, Mikey.” You say, your face nuzzled by his neck. “Whuh-? Oh right- yeah… not a problem.” He manages, taking a second to gather himself before finally letting your feet touch the ground again. “So… guess we should call it a night,” He says, his hand still on your back. “Call me when you get home, m’kay?” You nod, giggling at the kiss marks you left on his face. “Maybe you should wipe those off before we go back. Don’t want anyone to get any ideas.” 

You wipe his face and get changed back into your normal clothes before zapping back to the present day. In the real world, no time had passed at all. You two said your goodbyes in the alley way, Booster gathering some courage and kissing your head before teleporting back home. It was the perfect crime. It only took a second to spend a day with Booster, and no one from the manor would be out and about in broad daylight- right?

Duke Thomas, or the Signal, was currently sitting on a building. One of the buildings that made up the little alleyway you and Booster liked to meet at. He had spotted you while on patrol, and seeing you looking happier than ever, decided to follow. What he saw, he couldn’t believe. You and Booster Gold, meeting up, chatting, then disappearing and reappearing all flustered and heart-eyed? He had a choice now. Go rat you out immediately and earn a few brownie points with the Bat, or he could hear what you have to say. 

Luckily for you, Duke wasn’t a snitch. He leapt down from the rooftop, scaring the shit out of you as you turned around to see him. How could a man in neon yellow be so sneaky? “Duke!” You screeched, stumbling a bit. “What did you see?!” He laughs, crossing his arms, “All of it. What the hell have you been doing in your free time?” You were clearly starting to panic, hands fiddling with each other. “Listen… I know he’s-” Duke cuts you off, “Stupid? A womanizer?  A sell out? An asshole?” You sigh, “Yeah- whatever. But he’s nice to me.” You hear him scoff and quickly shoot him a look that tells him you’re trying to be serious. “You don’t understand! I’ve been so lonely here- all my life, none of you guys even wanted to talk to me! I was never important to anyone back in the manor, and now I finally mean something to someone!” 

Duke’s expression grows a bit more empathetic. He knows your relationship with Bruce is complicated at best and non-existent at worst. “Alright, alright. Listen, I’m not fond of the guy, but I won’t do anything, ‘kay? I’m glad you found someone to bond with… I guess.” He pats your back, “If he does anything weird though-” You cut him off, “-Let you know, yeah I got the whole spiel from Alfred already.” Duke laughs, “Alfred knows?” You sigh, “Alfred knows everything.” 

Just like that, yet another member of the Batfamily knew about your not-so-secret relationship with Booster Gold. Luckily, nothing much changed other than Duke shooting you a small teasing look whenever you got home after he did and Alfred subtly scanning you for any form of injury whenever he saw you. Life went on, and you and Booster grew closer and closer. You couldn’t imagine your life without him- you didn’t want to. 

However, your peaceful yet exciting life came crumbling down just a few weeks later. One night, after a particularly exciting date with Booster, (where he took you to some hotsprings in Kobe, Japan and was too flustered to look at you the whole time) you were walking back home down a dingy path and found yourself face to face with a bunch of low-level criminals. If you were a vigilante like everyone else in the manor, this would be nothing more than a small inconvenience. However, you were not. The men circled closer, one of them had a gun, and you quickly realized you had no idea what to do. “So, you’re Wayne’s daughter, aren’t you?” One of the thugs- a tall and bearded man with a scar on his nose- asked. You didn’t respond. You couldn’t find your voice. One of them takes your ID from your purse, holding it up as if it was a prize. 

The last thing you could remember was the feeling of being whacked behind the head, and everything going black. You woke up in a dingy basement, the only sound being the drip of a pipe somewhere on the ceiling. 

Meanwhile, Booster Gold had gone into a panic. He called you- as per usual, when he figured you’d gotten home, but you didn’t pick up. Hours had passed and you weren’t answering any of his texts either. Did he do something wrong? He knew it was too early in the relationship to take you to the hotsprings- did he make you uncomfortable? He wanted to go to the manor and check on you, but he was worried he’d be found out. 

Things weren’t going much better at the manor either. Your absence was noticed, as it was becoming dawn and you still hadn’t come home. In a city like Gotham, that was certainly cause for concern. You always told someone where you’d be- usually Alfred, who was currently trying to see if you had left a note or something with an explanation. 

Everyone was gathered by Bruce to the computer room in the batcave. The man was hunched over a map, trying in vain to track you. “Do any of you know what she’s been up to lately?” He finally asks, looking up at the group. The question hangs in the air for a second. Bruce is well aware of the implication behind it. He should know what his own daughter has been up to. He should know where she is. He should know her better than he does. 

No one can come up with anything substantial, she wasn’t at university, and she wasn’t at home, so where else could she be? Duke and Alfred share a glance. It wasn’t that they wanted to go back on their word, but you could be in danger- and they’d do anything they could to find you.

Alfred decides to take the honor of breaking the news, clearing his throat. “Master Bruce, I believe I may have an idea of what she’s been up to as of late.” He starts, Bruce quickly cutting him off, “Spit it out, Alfred. We don’t have much time. She could be anywhere.” Alfred sighs, knowing all hell would be unleashed in the manor very soon. “The young miss has recently been enjoying the company of the man Michael Jon Carter- Booster Gold.” He admits, plain and simple. 

There’s a long stretch of silence among the group as Alfred’s words hang heavy in the air. The young vigilantes all turn to Bruce, trying to get a read on his shadowed expression. “What,” he mutters, more a statement than a question. Before Alfred could reinstate his sentence, Bruce slams a fist down on the console, shattering the glass. He puts on his cowl in a rush, “Who knew about this?!” He yells to the group, Duke raises his hand, much to the surprise of everyone else, Dick mouthing a ‘you didn’t tell me?!’. “Signal. Nightwing. With me.” He says quickly, barely giving them any time to rush after him. 

Booster Gold was laying on his bed, pouting at his phone. He kept refreshing your chats over and over, trying to figure out where he went wrong. Meanwhile, Dick, Duke, and Bruce make it to the JLI headquarters in record time, bursting through Booster’s window. He startles off the bed, slowly peaking up from the side. “Oh- hey Bats…” He says meekly. Bruce grabs him by the collar, pulling him up to his face, “Where is she?! What did you do?!” He shouts as Duke and Dick make their way to his side. “I didn’t do anything!” Booster yelps, “I dunno where she is, she’s not responding to my texts!” 

So it was true. You really had been with Booster Gold. Dick could hardly comprehend it, turning to Duke with an expression of pure disbelief. Bruce searches Booster’s face for any hint of a lie, and when he finds none, throws him to the ground. “Take me to when you last saw her. Now.” He says, nodding his head towards Booster’s gear. 

Bruce, Dick, Duke, and Booster were now stationed by the same alleyway Duke found you out in a few weeks ago. Booster had time-traveled them back to the last moment he’d seen you earlier the previous night, and they all watched as past Booster and you returned from your hotsprings date. Booster winces, watching his past self give you a parting kiss- he can practically feel the pure rage emanating from Bruce. They all watch as you begin your walk home, and find yourself cornered by a group of men. Bruce is about to spring into action when Booster holds his shoulder. “You can’t leap in there. This was supposed to happen. Changing this in the past will mess up the future. The best thing we can do is go back to the present and rescue her now.” He says slowly, knowing it’s probably the last thing the man wants to hear. 

As they blip back to the present, Bruce turns to Booster. “That’s all I needed you for, Booster Gold. Go home.” He says. Booster tries to argue, but is shut down by Bruce’s sharp glare. As the three vigilantes leap away, Booster is stuck there alone, helplessly hoping that they’re able to find you. The team wastes no time in locating you, breaking in through an exposed grate that led to the room you were being held in. You look up at them, relief flooding through your body. “You’re here!” You say, smiling as Dick unties you. He shoots you a look that says, ‘don’t get too excited’ and you notice Bruce in the corner. He let Duke take care of the perpetrators, and walked right up to you, giving you a glare that could kill a man. “We’re going to have a talk when we get home.” He says, and your heart drops to your stomach.

"Yeah right. Who would be so stupid as to try and date Bruce Wayne- no- Batman’s daughter?"

☆ (booster gold x f! reader) ☆

warnings: mentions of neglect? idk this is fluff mainly i think

word count: 2295

a/n: this one has been one of my favorite scenarios to think of before bed and is now the longest fic i've written! there will likely be a part two of everyone finding out if anyone asks! i love booster gold he is so silly and charming <3

part two is here! part three is here!

Most everyone knows about Bruce Wayne’s daughter. A girl who seemingly appeared out of thin air in her early teens, dumped by her mother who had enough of trying to raise her on her own in what quickly became a huge scandal. However, not everyone knows about Batman’s daughter. The Justice League and batfamily not included, your existence in connection to the bat was a complete secret. You had no interest in putting yourself out there in the night and becoming a crime-fighting vigilante, and you didn’t have the training to do it anyways. That was what created the large gap between the two of you. Bruce didn’t know how to connect with someone so detached from the superhero world. Someone so plain- who had never endured the pains of losing someone close to them, to death and murder- to true struggle. 

It was an isolating next few years, as you grew accustomed to your new life in the manor. You realized quickly that Bruce’s attention was never going to be focused on you. As the years went by, more and more young people would come in and gain that privilege with their powers or their strength or their superior intellect. These vigilantes- these robins, were nothing like you. Kind in passing, but busy. Dick was the only one who had been there before you. He was nice. Entertaining and funny, but he was also busy. He became a part of the Teen Titans, and once again the manor became boring and unwelcoming. 

Everyone who came after him was the same. Right by Bruce’s side their whole day, working all throughout the night and sleeping whenever they could during the day. You’d sometimes go weeks without talking to Bruce at all. The whole city of Gotham depended on you getting out of his way and letting him think. 

So you did. You never tried to join him, you couldn’t conjure up any mindblowing, incredible answer to whatever mystery plagued him at night- even if you really wanted to. So, you changed courses. You focused yourself on your own life. School, homework, friends. You had a good amount of money now, might as well spend it. You frequented malls and shops after school, flew out of the city often, and tried to convince yourself that there was more to life than just the lonely feeling you got whenever you entered the manor and Alfred was too busy to come dote on you. You could matter to someone, even if it wasn’t your father. 

It worked for a while, it really did. You made a small community in the group of girls you got close to at school. Alfred was there to keep you entertained as well. After he realized you had no interest in becoming a heroine, he took up the mantle of a guardian figure of sorts instead. They’d ask how your day was, and you’d do the same. Life was content. 

That was until Damian came home. Damian, who was just like you. Another child of Bruce’s. Someone who was now in a new environment, just like you were. You were delighted at first, but that delight was quickly crushed when he shot you a sharp glare at your first greeting. He truly had no interest in getting to know you, but unlike the others, he didn’t make an effort to disguise it at all. At his harshness, you curled back up into your room, ignoring the feeling of any hope you had being extinguished, and shut yourself out once more. 

His existence was truly a turning point in your homelife. Not just because he was rude to you, but because he fit in so well with everyone else. They all made an effort to talk to him, to get to know him. Bruce gave him more attention in a week than you’d gotten in a month. Putting it bluntly, the little shit was starting to get on your nerves. So, Wayne was capable of showing affection for his kid, just not you. 

You grew sour and bitter, unable to explain the issues you were having at home to your friends who couldn’t even know who your dad really was, you just tried to confide in Alfred whenever you could. Alfred gave you an empathetic nod, some words of wisdom maybe, but didn’t offer much else. He knew you were hurting and the fact made him sad, but your issues were constantly being compared with the issues the others were facing- matters of life or death- and theirs often took priority. 

That is until one night, one glorious night- when everything changed. You were well into university by now, choosing to commute into Gotham U, as you didn’t want to deal with the paparazzi coming to your dorm (even if it meant the alternative was to stay at the manor). You were sitting in the batcave, halfassing some psych homework when a bright flash appeared in the middle of the lair. 

Through the bright lights, you could make out an even brighter figure. A blur of gold and blue materializing into the finest man you’d ever seen. A tall, strong figure with blond hair and blue eyes covered by a yellow visor. He stood straight, looking around all panicked before his gaze rested on you. “Uh…” He coughs, adjusting his voice, “Hello miss. Do you know where the bat is?” 

You’d never seen a man like this. So shining, so cool. His gleaming suit was a harsh contrast against the dark and dreary atmosphere Gotham provided. So different from the cold, lonely feeling the manor gave you. You shake yourself out of your daze, “Uh, I think he’s out on patrol with Robin… hold on I can check.” You say, standing up and walking over to the console. As you stood you felt a little embarrassed to be seen in your pajamas with your bare face and messy hair. You make a small attempt to fix it, but it’s a lost cause. 

Your access to the computer was incredibly limited, but you were able to check Bruce’s location whenever you needed. As you're checking, the man leans in just enough to make your face warm. “So, I haven’t seen you around before. Name’s Booster Gold- but you probably know that already, right?” He says with a grin. The name ‘Booster Gold’ does ring a bell, he had recently been admitted to the Justice League- and it was a controversial decision at best. He was considered by the public to be a complete sell out. But how could a sell out be so… charming? “You’re his daughter right? The bat’s?” He asks, leaning in to get a better look at you. 

“Yeah, I am.” You confirm, not really knowing what else to say, you add, “I’ve seen you on TV. Congratulations on the Justice League invite.” His smile widens, leaning obnoxiously on the console he says, “Ah, no big deal for a guy like me. They’ve been begging me to join for ages, just figured I’d do something about it now.” For the first time since you could remember, you laughed. A genuine, happy, laugh that echoes through the walls of the cave. “You’re funny.” You say with a small smile. Booster gives you a taken aback smile that tells you he wasn’t expecting things to go this well. 

“I got the location,” You say, pointing to a red dot on a map. “He’s on the rooftop of that pizza place near the station.” Booster nods, tapping the coordinates into a little screen on his wrist before giving you a nod. “Thanks. I- uh- I gotta go but… don’t tell Brucie I broke in, m’kay? He probably won’t be too happy about that.” You just nod your head, sad to see him leaving. It had been so long since someone from the superhero world gave you attention (and it helped that he was so dashing). Despite yourself, you called after him, “Will I see you again?” That made him pause, one finger hovering over the teleportation pad on his wrist, he shot you a smile, “Of course! How about dinner down by the pier? I’ll text you the details later.” He hands you a business card, and with a wink, leaves without a trace. 

When Booster meets Batman, he admits to going to the batcave to try and find him, but doesn’t mention you to him at all. Luckily, there were more pressing matters at hand, so Batman felt no need to look into it. For all anyone other than the two of you knows, he just took a quick look around before figuring things out for himself. 

After that little date to the pier, life was perfect. You were visibly more chipper and happy, waking up early to make breakfast, and greeting everyone without a care. The change was drastic, and it didn’t take much for any of them to see something was up. That’s how your relationship with the bat family changed. You gave them a mystery. 

Dick was the first one to notice, after he caught you humming and making pancakes at a reasonable hour. “Someone’s happy.” He says, a polite smile on his face as he leaned on the door frame. “What’s up?” You just shake your head. “Nothing. I just got a good grade on a test.” You say. “I can’t explain it, but life feels good.” That was enough for Dick, but maybe not for everyone else. The enigmatic, brooding girl they shared a house with was suddenly so cheerful, and they wanted to know why. 

Steph, who heard about this new you from Dick, took the chance to try and rekindle a friendship between the two of you. She always felt bad for how she treated you when you’d first met. She was so busy trying to prove herself- busy trying to save the day, she kind of forgot you’d existed. By the time she had any free time to get to know you, it was just a bit too late. She caught you watching a movie in the home theater, and took it as an opportunity to come say hi. 

Before you knew it, these vigilantes seemed to be more and more interested in you. Asking about what you’d been up to, how school was, telling you about what they’d been doing. If they had tried this any other period of your life, you’d have been spiteful. Why would they turn around and try to undo all the pain they’d caused by being nice so out of the blue? However, you were in a perpetually good mood after a certain blond came in and you found yourself letting go of your broody past. Even Damian was a bit nicer. His idea of nice being not leaving a room whenever he saw you enter. One night, he even let you have some of the food he’d made. 

On patrol, Tim and Steph were theorizing what brought on your sudden happiness. “Maybe it’s just the new university setting? I mean she is getting out of the house more.” Steph says. Tim shakes his head, “Nah, that can’t be it. Maybe there’s a man in her life.” Steph laughs. “Yeah right. Who would be so stupid as to try and date Bruce Wayne- no- Batman’s daughter?”

Booster Gold eagerly awaited your text. He’d stand no chance sneaking up to your window to pick you up if it wasn’t for Bruce’s attention constantly being elsewhere. Luckily for him, the two of you had a lot of alone time. He’d fly up to your window and take the two of you wherever and whenever you wanted, a tad bit irresponsible maybe, but a whole lot of fun. You met Ted and Rip and his sister, Michelle, and life was perfect. That is, until you made the mistake of letting out a dreamy sigh in front of Alfred, who was cleaning the study you were in. 

“Is there something on your mind, miss?” He asked, a single eyebrow raised. “Nothing!” You said, putting your phone down quickly. Not quickly enough, however, as Alfred caught a glimpse of the blue and gold on your phone screen. “Who was that?” He asks, moving by your side. “Someone’s caught your eye?” He can see it in the way your eyes widen, the way both of your hands guard your phone- you weren’t even trying to hide it. “Do tell.” 

You sigh, looking up at him with a guilty expression. You had been wanting to tell someone about how amazing Michael was… “You promise you won’t tell Bruce?” Alfred nods, “Your wish takes just as much priority as Master Bruce’s does my dear.” You huff, preparing yourself mentally. “Okay… fine.” You relent, turning the phone so Alfred could see. 

You’ve never seen Alfred look surprised before. He stood there, face blank, before taking a quiet step back. “I-... Is that Booster Gold?” He manages- though he knows the answer already. “What an interesting celebrity crush to have…” He says, trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way the two of you had met before right? He would’ve known… right? At your guilty expression, he starts to fear the worst. 

“You promised you wouldn’t tell!” You shout, holding his shoulder in desperation. “I… will make good on that promise, miss.” He says as if it pains him. “Your secret is safe with me.” He sighs, “But only because I’ve seen the way he’s brought you out of your shell. If he ever does anything that would cause me concern,” He adds, eyes boring into yours, “You will let me know immediately.” 

With that, Alfred turns on his heel and begins straightening up in the next room.

(booster gold x f! reader)

warnings: not proofread. also mention of bruise? idk he's fine

word count: 1110

a/n: i had to switch around a few things to make this au work, booster is on a football team but also booster gold? idk disregard canon imagine this is like a dc superhero girls type situation mkay? have fun! also i <3 writing about comic characters.

Ever since you’ve known Michael Jon Carter, you’ve known he was an idiot. Making that fact even worse, ever since you’ve known Michael Jon Carter, you’ve liked him. 

It was quite possibly the worst thing you could do to yourself— fall for this stereotypically blond jock-y guy— but you have a bad habit of making even worse decisions. It aggravates you to no end, knowing that he’d never go for someone like you. It was truly just embarrassing to be sat here thinking about a man who likely doesn’t think about much at all. You weren’t in his clique at all. Not popular or confident enough to go up to any of his friends, you had to settle for the little interactions the two of you had during your Comp II class. 

Every Monday and Thursday, you’d get up just a smidge earlier to make sure you’re ready for your shared class, and every day, Michael would come in looking effortlessly perfect. He always smiled at you, sitting beside you and greeting you casually. A simple “Good morning,” or a “Hey, do you have any notes from the last lecture?” usually. But today, he came in with a downright exhausted expression. It was more than the slight sleepiness usually on his face after a particularly rough party. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, tilting your head to get a better look at him. “You look… rough.” Michael groans at your observation, “Thanks. Had a rough night with the- uh. With work.” He says, reaching over to grab his laptop. You spotted a large bruise on his side as his shirt rode up, ‘from football, of course’ you thought. “You’re employed?” You ask with a small grin. “Yes. I’m employed. I filled out a job application. Do you know what that is?” Booster jabs, hoping you won’t press him any further. 

Luckily for him, you drop the subject, focusing on the professor as they begin their lecture. By the time the lecture had finished and everyone had already left, Michael was completely passed out on his desk, drooling on his empty notebook. You were about to shake him awake when you saw a notification on his phone. You didn’t want to snoop, seriously you didn’t- but it came with a really loud noise (that somehow didn’t awaken the sleeping man), and you couldn’t help but take a peek. 

SKEETS: [Sir, please report to HQ as soon as possible, the Royal Flush Gang appear to be in Midtown again, and the JL assigned you to go deal with them.] 

What the hell was that? Skeets? Who’s Skeets? Was this some sort of superhero roleplay Michael was into? Just as you were contemplating all these things, you hear a clang at the window and see a little golden drone trying to break in. It called out to you, “Hello, miss. Please let me in- I promise I hold no ill will but it is an emergency!” It says, continuing to fly into the glass. The commotion finally wakes Michael up, who takes a second to get his bearings just in time to see you opening the window for Skeets. 

“Skeets?! What the hell are you doing here?” Michael asks, scrambling up to his feet, “Can’t you see there are civilians around?” ‘Is being civilian-zoned a thing?’ You ask yourself before quickly realizing there are more pressing matters. “What’s happening?” You ask, still standing by the window. “What’s up with the drone?” 

Michael sighs, turning to you. “Listen, I know this is a lot to take in all at once but apparently there’s some sort of emergency going on in Midtown, and I gotta go deal with it. Just sit tight, and I’ll do some time travel stuff, and none of this will have happened. M’kay?” Before you could say anything, he had disappeared in a flash of light. 

Booster Gold was freaking out. This was not how he wanted his Thursday to be going. He had accidentally exposed his secret identity to yet another civilian, and even worse it was the cute girl in his Comp class! Listen, if he had any other power he’d love to brag and gloat to you about all the amazing things he could do. But one of the worst parts about being a time traveling space cop was that you could be easily tracked down and hunted, meaning just about nobody should know who he is ever. When he managed to get into the Time Sphere, he quickly tried to figure out how to wake his past self up without notifying you or anyone else in the classroom. He tried over and over and over again, but wasn’t able to succeed. 

Just as he was about to go for his 20th time around, Rip Hunter makes it back to HQ to stop him. “Booster, cut it out.” He says, putting a hand on the blond’s shoulder. “Why? I’m close, I can feel it. I won’t let my sleeping in stop me from keeping my identity a secret!” Michael responds, clearly a bit stressed. “Booster. Some things are supposed to happen. I know this may seem insignificant or fix-able, but this is one of those things.” Rip explains, “Don’t you wish you had someone from your civilian life to confide in? She can be that. So why don’t you hurry back, and fight the Royal Flush Gang, and go introduce yourself properly?” 

Some part of Booster wants to argue— to say that he can do this, and that there’s no need to drag you into this dangerous mess. But another part of him trusts Rip, and knows he knows what’s best. So, Booster does just that. He defeats the Royal Flush Gang with a bit of an extra flourish, knowing you’re probably sitting back in the classroom watching him. 

Eventually he makes his way back to you, still dressed in his bright spandex. “Uh- hey.” He says, voice lacking its usual bravado. “So… uh- I’m not actually gonna do any time-travel-memory-wiping-thing on you.” He says, not wanting to explain that this moment is destined by fate for some reason and risk sounding like a cheesy romcom lead. 

(jamison fawkes x f! reader)

warnings: none! not proofread

word count: 979

a/n: to the people in my requests watching me write for a completely different character i apologize

Dating Jamison was one of the more… questionable decisions you’ve made in your life. 

The Junker first caught your eye after saving you from an attack in a dingy alley in Junkertown, flying overhead with a loud bang and falling gracelessly into the perpetrator. He gave you a once-over, eyeing you up and down cartoonishly before leaning back, “Well, hello…” Jamison grinned, dusting himself off. You weren’t in the mood for his antics, still rather skittish from the whirlwind events from the past five minutes. “What do you want from me?” You ask, shielding yourself. “I don’t want anything, miss- just saying hi!” He quickly said, holding his arms up in surrender. “Wonderin’ what a bird like you is doing here is all, not a good place for people who dress all pretty and the like.” 

After you got to know each other a little better, you found quickly- and to your own dismay- that Jamison had a charm to him you’d never experienced in anyone else. He was hilarious and boyish and never seemed short of a joke or witty quip that had you laughing harder than you could remember. On his end, you were an angel sent from heaven. Every once in a while he’d have a moment of sanity in the storm of craziness that was his brain in which he’d wonder, truly what it was that kept you by his side. Those thoughts would quickly be buried when the less thoughtful part of his brain stated it’s good fun to have you around, so why bother questioning things? 

You made yourself at home near the makeshift shack Junkrat and Roadhog call home, keeping things tidy in your room and putting together one of the cleanest little houses in the outback (which wasn’t a difficult feat to reach). It would be a top-tier pillaging target if it wasn’t for Junkrat, who quickly dissuaded any bandits foolish enough to try to bother you. He knew that there was something between the two of you, but he figured it was much more of a camaraderie than anything else. Nothing would’ve happened between the two of you if it weren’t for Roadhog getting fed up of seeing your sad face every time Junkrat obliviously shot down a flirty comment you’d try to send his way. 

One night, after a successful mission, Roadhog and Junkrat were at a bar, and he decided it was finally time to get Jamison into action. “So… you like the girl.” Mako grumbles, more a statement than a question. “Well of course I do!” Jamison responds, “Wouldn’t guard all her stuff if she wasn’t good company.” He continues, making Mako sigh. “No, you want to date her. Don’t you?” 

That makes Junkrat pause. Just for a second- it feels like something connected in his head. “Well… ‘course I do, who wouldn’t?” 

“Exactly. You should move fast. High demand and all that.” Mako says bluntly. 

Simple, but effective. Junkrat spends the rest of the night tossing and turning and thinking about what his friend implied. He should get a move on shouldn’t he? But how would he go about it? He knows (or at least he thinks) he may come off as a ‘hot and ready bachelor who’s ready to sweep any bird off her feet’, but in reality- as hard as it may be to believe- he is… inexperienced in the field of romance. 

Either way, something had to be done. Action had to be taken before some man whirled you up and away from him. If Jamison was confessing to himself, he'd just want a big, loud, dangerous explosive and peck on the cheek. But you were different. You didn’t seem off put by his bombs, at least not any more than anyone else was, but it didn’t seem quite your speed either. 

After a long night of blue prints and failed plans, Jamison had nothing. He was getting tired, it had been too much thinking and not enough excitement for the man, and he was starting to grow antsy. In the old movies he’d watch on his mom’s TV back before the outback was what it is, the dashing male lead would get the heroine some flowers- but there are no flowers here, and certainly none that’d stay alive for more than a day. He was relaying this- and his entire stream of consciousness to Roadhog- who was trying in vain to get some sleep on the couch nearby. The giant man had obviously had enough as he groaned, “I don’t care. Make her a flower. Shower before you give it to her.” and suddenly Jamison had a plan. 

The next morning, you woke up to loud knocks at the door- which was pretty usual, but not at such a timely hour. When you opened it, you were face to face with the most peculiar sight you’d ever seen. Jamison- the Jamison Fawkes, clean and in a suit and tie. 

“Hiya… uh- I got- I made this for ya.” He starts, pulling out a mechanical rose that bloomed when he twisted the end. “It was Roadie’s idea. Super cheesy I told ‘im but he insisted. Doesn’t even explode or anything cool like that…” He mutters, looking like a wet cat. You smile and take it from him, inspecting it gently, “This is beautiful, Jamie… how’d you make it?” He preens from your praise, straightening up, “Just threw together some scrap, nothing too difficult for a scientist like me! Bet you’d be happy to have a man like myself, wouldn’t ya?” He boasts, glancing at you quickly to see if you’re buying it- a split second of anxiety visible in his eyes. “That is to say- uh- do you want that?” 

In that moment you knew for certain, even if it was a questionable decision, you’d make it over and over again.

kay's masterlist♡(。☌ᴗ☌｡)

here's a collection of the fics i've written! please enjoy!

baldur's gate 3

gale dekarios

(gale x gn! reader) finally replacing gale's dreaded earring

(gale x gn! reader) gale getting jealous over astarion

(gale x f! reader) who cannot read

a knight of the seven kingdoms

ser duncan the tall

(ser dunk x f! reader) dunk finds out you're a knight

(ser dunk x gn! reader) giving ser duncan the tall a well needed bath

(ser dunk x gn! reader) warming up with ser duncan the tall

(ser dunk x gn! reader) comforting egg with ser duncan the tall

(ser dunk x gn! reader) patching up ser duncan the tall

(ser dunk x gn! reader) ser duncan the tall getting jealous

(ser dunk x f! reader) an oblivious ser duncan the tall finally realizes you like him

overwatch

junkrat

(junkrat x f!reader) junkrat confesses to you!

dc

booster gold

(booster gold x f! reader) college au, finding out booster gold's identity!

(booster gold x f! reader) booster gold x neglected! batfam reader

(booster gold x f! reader) booster gold x neglected! batfam reader pt 2

(booster gold x f! reader) booster gold x neglected! batfam reader pt 3

jason todd

(jason todd x f! reader) jason todd and his dedicated childhood friend

ted kord

( ted kord x f! reader ) ted kord confesses to you! (kinda)

(ted kord x f! reader) unrequited (?) love with teddy!

lobo

(lobo x f! reader) lobo with a sweetie pie gf!

edward nashton

(edward nashton x f! reader) going crazy for eddie part 1

(edward nashton x f! reader) going crazy for eddie part 2

(edward nashton x f! reader) going crazy for eddie part 3

marvel

(logan howlett x f! reader) unrequited (?) love with a jealous wolverine!

there's more to come! feel free to visit my request box <3