Firefighter!BatSib!Reader x Yandere!Batfam - Blurb
I was reading this by @jellyfishmoon97 and remembered this little thingy I wrote for a neglected!Reader that became a firefighter and killed Joker one day.
Warnings: GN!Reader, no real Yandere themes atm, Joker gets killed but I wouldn't say it's too graphic
You didn't kill Joker for any malicious reason. He was in front of you and all you could think about was how lucky you were. Lucky you hadn't lost what you really cared about to him. You could've said it was revenge against Bruce for choosing Gotham over you. But, it wasn't. It was because you remember how nearly every person in Gotham had lost someone to the mad man. Explosives, death traps, hostage situations gone wrong, so much gas. Laughter always ringing out.
And you watched him. Bent and tied in a wire, laughing and laughing because he was going to get away again. It was a matter of time.
The rest of the family was putting an end to his latest plot. Leaving him tied in the custody of your fellow firefighters. No one stood close. No one wanted to be by the mad man.
But, your grip tightened on the Fireman's axe in your hand. A standard tool that you used to help rescue people. Now, it was the executioner's.
You wanted him to stop laughing. Not because it was driving you insane. But, because it was time to put an end to the mad dog's barking and howling before all the sheep were sent to the reaper.
No one thought to stop you as you approached him. In fact, most watched you with weariness for your own safety. Their fear of the clown too great.
He kept laughing. And, laughing, even as your shadow fell. When he finally looked up at you. You took a good long look at him. The wrinkles and laugh lines on his face. The fading makeup on his already pale skin. The grease in his dyed green hair.
He laughed at you. Until he saw your frown. A frown he had been desperate to see made into a smile each and every time he plotted against the great big bat.
He was going to comment on it. Call you some sort of firebird. But, then he saw your eyes. He never knew what Batman's eye color was. He didn't know if it was the same as yours. And, he never would.
With the sirens and the lights flashing there as a woosh in the air. Flesh being torn and splattered on the ground as you ran your axe through the side of his head.
You had half expected to be stopped. To have one of your long estranged family members swoop in and give you some spiel about justice and how you couldn't do this because the guilt was too much.
But, you saw that flicker in the Joker's eyes. That last moment of clarity when the madness subsided and he realized what was about to happen.
Everything was still after that.
Gotham's Clown Prince was finally dead. None of the officers around you moved to contain you. None of your fellow firefighters moved to pull you back. Not one the reporters even said a word as the city seemed to be stunned. There was no camera flash. No fan fare.
But, as you gently laid your executioners axe on the ground, you felt Batman's approaching you. Anger radiating from him.
You didn't bother to turn and look. You didn't care about the disappointment or rage he had. You felt no fear of him. You just stood over the corpse you just made and put your hands behind you head. Waiting for your impending arrest without saying a single word and without giving him a single glance.
A/N: Physical Therapy is kicking my ass. They just have me doing shoulder workouts and neck stretches. But, it still gives me a headache.
A/N: I'm trying to work on OMG Part 13 and Pregnant!Reader Part 6 at the same time to get them out back to back and give y'all something good.
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˚⁎⁺˳ . ⊹ cliff marleau's older brother, who majored in literature in college, is a self-proclaimed nerd. when cliff realizes that ilya's having trouble answering some interview questions in english, the solution is obvious: put him in contact with his older brother. what starts as the occasional request for help with a word tumbles into something undefinable.
˚⁎⁺˳ . ⊹ male!reader, ilya x reader. smau. ilya is 23, reader is 26. i'm having way too much fun with this series because when have i ever updated this fast haha. suggestive content, nothing explicit
Just saw your post about Abbott/Robby having an s/o that’s part of Pittsburgh’s Fire Department…. Wondering if maybe we could get a little bit a blurb on that.. Or anything really I’m in desperate need of firefighter crumbs
BONUS if her fine ass is coming into the Pitt after assisting the medics on the ambo, and she comes in in the Class C shirt and bunker pants combo. Good LOOORDD.
one for jack and one for robby 🤭 i absolutely love firefighter!reader so thank you for this!!
warnings: firefighter!reader, jealous!jack, violence, fire, talks of injuries, i think thats it...
jack:
jack has never considered himself to be the jealous type, but oh, boy, is he jealous of ethan i'm on a chicago fire rewatch so picture a guy who looks like severide
ethan is clearly gorgeous, athletically built, beautiful eyes, is funny (jack has heard way too many 'funny stories' ethan has told you and is secretly sick of them), charming, good at his job, definitely the best cook in the house, but it's rare that he actually does cook (jack's not happy about that either because ethan likes to bring you food if you're off sick and jack is working the night shift or even a double, and he can't be there to help you), and many on your truck like to joke that his 'talents' are being wasted in pittsburgh.
when jack first meets ethan, its so clear that to you that jack doesn't like him - he's tense, he's being cold, actively trying to avoid a conversation with him, refuses to believe you when you tell him that he and ethan have a lot more in common than he might think - but you assure him that ethan is only your friend and coworker, even saying he's like a brother. but that little voice in his head nags at him so much that he sometimes believes the lies he tells himself - that you'd be better off with ethan because he's younger and he doesn't carry around the same baggage as jack does.
it isn't until jack decides he wants to volunteer with the ambo crew for a shift that he realises how wrong he was about ethan. there's a particular bad call out that you attend to - a fire that's spreading quickly through an apartment building, multiple casualties, one of the guys on your truck needs to be taken to the hospital after the floor collapses - you've experienced your share of bad fires, but this was the worst you've been called out to in awhile. you'd find out later the fire was set deliberately by the landlord for an insurance payout. but after rescuing a young kid, this kid's dad starts getting confrontational with you, demanding you go back inside, that his other kid is missing, but there were no other kids, you had done an entire sweep of their apartment and there was no one else left on that floor. jack's oblivious to this happening, doesn't see anything until ethan's helmet and oxygen mask is ripped off and he's forcing space between you and this angry dad, threatening to put this guy in the hospital if he does not back off, and things only calm down when the new candidate carries over the missing kid. the dad apologises, ethan apologises, and jack - once back at the firehouse - shakes ethan's hand, thanking him for having your back.
and ofc at home you give him a little "i told you so"
robby:
robby lovessss whenever you come in with the ambo crew - dana alsp particularly loves it when you come in because it means you can both tease robby, and there's nothing more adorable to you than how quickly robby can turn red, and it's all over for him in the teasing department when trinity wolf whistles from the other side of the nurses station. plus, the class c shirt and bunker pants combo? his second favourite look on you, he never shys away from asking you to bring them home with you - the first being whenever you wear something of his, especially a scrub shirt or his hoodie. and today's no different.
the kid you just rescued wouldn't let you leave them, clinging onto you, crying as you try to hand them off to the medics so they can be checked over, unable to calm down because their parents were unavailable to be with them. so you make a promise to stay with them, getting confirmation from your chief that it was okay for you go to take a ride in the ambo and head to the pitt with this kid.
dana's actually the first to see you, silently signalling to see if you're okay, relief washing over you when you just nod and produce a small smile - robby might be your boyfriend but cares for you like a mother would, and she remembers all too well that first time you rushed in for emergency care, nervously waiting for updates - then she quickly finds robby in the staff room, telling him you're here but not to worry becauae you're okay, and it looked like you had come in with a patient who seemed upset
until their parents arrive, you sit with the kid, a lot calmer now they're no longer near the fire, robby pops his head in every now and then under the pretense he's checking on the patient, but you know it's because he wants to see you, and when he wasn't popping his head around the door, you were more than aware of him staring from behind a desk at the nurses station. one or twice, trinity makes a comment about how bad ass you are/asks if he can fight - which he does not understand at all and you inevitably have to tell him what it means later that night - and dana tells him it's rude to stare, and when the kid is discharged with their parents and you walk over to robby to say goodbye, he's red from ear to ear, his neck crimson from all the teasing and being caught
summary: being comforted by bobby when you’re experiencing a ptsd flashback.
characters: captain bobby nash x gn!firefighter!reader (platonic), mentions of other 118 crew members (though vague/non descriptive)
warnings: ptsd flashback (reader), mental health struggles (reader), hurt + comfort, probably some inaccurate descriptions of being a firefighter - pls let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: a big ♥️ to anyone else who currently does/has experienced ptsd related flashbacks! also, yes, the title is basically the same as that self help book (i haven’t read it - kinda scared to, lol -, but i’ve heard lots of good things.). the above image isn’t descriptive of the ‘reader’, but is just for the vibes.
reblogs, comments & feedback welcome!
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you’re at the scene of an emergency when it happens, suddenly triggered by a smell, or a sound, or an object in your eye line. you can’t control the fear gripping it’s fist within your chest, or how it makes it slightly harder to breath, harder to focus your thoughts.
flashes of that moment swim to the surface of your mind, unbidden. quickly, you succeed in covering up your inner turmoil with professionalism, going through the motions of procedure that are ingrained in your bones from years of practice.
the emergency gets squared away, and everyone who’d needed you to be put together in the face of their scariest moment is now released to other qualified professionals, or free to return to their regular lives. you continue to disassociate from the present reality slightly, mind vaguely fuzzy, desperately needing a quiet moment to yourself to recalibrate - remind your body that it’s not back in that moment, that you’re safe now.
the sight of the station as the engine rolls through the giant doors has you restless to hop out and speed-walk towards the showers, but you reel in the thought. reminding yourself not to draw attention, despite the ache to find some temporary solitude.
small talk is passed around as each of you tidy up the truck, and re-organize your gear in their proper places. a couple of your co-workers acknowledge you with a ‘good job out there.’, and ‘hey, nice save.’ as they’re passing you to make their way upstairs for replenishment.
you only respond with a brief smile, and quick ‘thanks.’
gratefully, nobody suspects something to be amiss with you. especially after that last call left the whole crew pretty worn down, and ready for any amount of recuperation.
eventually, most of the crew has found their way upstairs to wind down, or to help prep the ‘family dinner’ your captain made into a popular ritual in the firehouse. with the space mostly cleared you make your escape through the bunk room intending to clear away the mess in your head with a shower, but the sight of your bunk in the dark of the room makes you pause.. you have time to take a breath here for a sec. only a second though, then you should shower quickly and move on back into the frey like nothing happened.
the mattress eases under the weight of your body as you sit on the edge, feet flat to the floor.
one deep breath, two..
but then the quiet you’d longed for, the empty space no longer filled by distraction makes way for more memories to swing forth into the forefront. you clench the tips of your fingers over your knees to try at an attempt to ground yourself, breaths steadily quickening against the weight of trauma, replaying through/on the projector of memories behind your eyes.
“Woah, hey, y/n?” your captain- bobby’s voice breaks through the ringing buzz in your ears. you didn’t hear him come into the room. he approaches you slowly, broad palms reaching out as though interacting with a panicked animal, “Hey, kid, look at me, take a deep breath.” his voice is firm, yet calm, despite the concern and fear he’s feeling.
he’d come looking for you when dinner finished cooking. he thinks about how you always work so hard - same as everyone else on his watch -, and should get some food in you before the next call comes in. though, bobby didn’t see you hanging around with any of your usual partners in crime, and asked aloud who’d seen you last, as he plated the meal at the family sized tables.
when no-one seemed to have a clear answer, he let everyone else start eating and went to find you, at least hoping to let you know there’d be some put aside if you were busy.
he didn’t expect this..
the dread in his stomach at the sight of finding you sitting alone in the dark, air passing from your mouth in short bursts - it couldn’t be enough coming in versus what was going out.
similar to buck, you’d slipped into a role in his life of surrogate/adopted child, so seeing you unraveled like this felt akin to a piece of his heart being crushed, and bleeding out in front of him.
“Uh-i’m s-sorry.” you manage to whimper out through tears. it’s embarrassing to feel so out of control of your emotions, especially at work, but even more so in front of your captain. he’s someone you look up to, and even though he’s your boss he has slowly made his way into your life as the/the slot marked father figure you’d needed/another father figure.
you want to compose yourself, but the tears just won’t stop. and when you try to hold it all in on a hiccuping gasp, a hand at you lips as though you’ve said something you wish you could take back.. it only takes mere seconds for the damn to break yet again. the hardened surface cracking open signalled by your pained, blubbering whimper, and then flowing once more without pause.
bobby’s sat himself beside you now, his frame firm, and a hand behind your back, a still presence denoting the solidity of this space here for your unravelling to unfold. “You don’t need to apologize, just let it out. I’ll be right here, kid.” he doesn’t try to pry, even though he wants to know what caused this wounded version of you to be sat before him, so he can protect you from the experience ever happening again.
you continue to cry, and sob, and shake next to him.
he intermittently rubs his hand over your back when you start to choke a little on the snot that runs from your nose - as well as the lack of regular inhalations of oxygen -, and the press of his palm into your shoulders reminds you through the fog of your mind, to take a bigger breath.
eventually, your tears slow to a stop and only the occasional sniffle is heard in the otherwise quiet space.
he still doesn’t try at encouraging you to confess or admit what got you so worked up to the point of panicked tears, instead, he reminds you that you can talk to him about anything, and that whether on the job or off his door is always open.
you mumble out a ‘thanks’. it’s a little halfhearted, but mostly exudes the tiredness you feel after the emotional waves tearing through your body, having now receded.
bobby offers to heat up some of the leftovers of the dinner laid out upstairs, ‘they’ll be warm and waiting for you when you’re done cleaning up. so, take your time, y/n. no rush, okay, kid?’
he leaves after you nod in affirmation, and you groggily make your way into a shower to scrub away more than you’d previously hoped you’d be. you’re relieved to have released the pressure of dormant emotions, yet tired from the tears that’d wracked your body, and truly take the time given to cleanse away the grime on your flesh from the heavy moment, as well as the last call.
even when so much time has passed, and therapies have been successfully utilized, sometimes, the body still keeps the score. but you know your triggers don’t take away from the growth, and the steps backwards don’t erase the steps forward.. you know this, and opt to give yourself the kindness of forgiveness (for not being perfect) after every - now - once-in-a-blue-moon meltdown.
you rejoin the group of your firehouse 118 family, grateful for the people in your life, the work you get to do and of the person you’ve become.
Hiii, i see you mostly do rafe cameron fics but i came across your account under the evan buckley tag and saw you post asking for request. So i tought i would ask if you could do a fic where reader works with buck and during a night out with team he asks the reader to kiss to get a girl of his back.
But yeah that's all thank you in advance if you decide to do it
Of course!!! Still waiting for season eight over in the Uk 😭 also I’m gonna use Taylor as the girl sorry! Personally I don’t think they should’ve got together. They should’ve stayed friends, but that’s my opinion 😭
߷𝐎𝐤 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫߷
Pairing: Buck x firefighter!reader
Warnings: jealousy (not Buck), language and making out
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After a good shift, with an appearance on the news. The 118 decided to celebrate the hard day and once again saving those who needed your help.
So here you all are, you, dressed in a black dress. Revealing the small delicate slime tattoo on your back. With black heels. Sleek and casual for a bar. Not over or under doing it. It was a nicer bar that you all usually go to. So you all dressed a little fancier, not by much.
You sat with the team, a beer bottle in hand. You were in a conversation with Hen when you both hear Buck next to you “arh shit… she’s here…” you turned to look at him “who?” He answered “Taylor… we broke up a month ago, and here she is… waltzing in here… what are the odds?”
Hen joke “for you? Low… very low..” you both chuckled. Buck nudged your shoulder playfully “hey don’t agree with her!” Causing you to laugh more. Which that’s exactly what he intended.
He sipped his drink, then glanced to you. “So? How about a game of pool? I see one of the tables free?” You looked over and smiled. That’s what you’d do in your spare time at the station. Playing pool. You nodded “oh it’s on, Buckaroo!”
You placed your beer bottle on the table before getting up and heading over to the table.
Buck started to set up the balls in the plastic triangle. As you grab the cue sticks. You held one out to him. Feeling eyes on you, not in a good way…
You noticed Taylor’s eyes glued to you. You talked to Buck “she always like this?” Buck raised an eyebrow “like what?” You replied “her eyes haven’t left me since we started to set up pool, Buck..” he chuckled “oh she thinks we both have it for each other. That’s why she’d never let me go over your place for movie night while we were dating…” you gasped “that’s why?!” You were pissed. Controlling what Buck does?? That’s not on. At. All.
You broke the triangle of balls, then stand off the to side to let Buck have his go. The two of you went back and forth, taking turns.
Taylor never shifted her gaze since you started playing. You huffed, Buck joked “not gettin’ bored already? Thought you liked playing this?” You replied “I do, but not when she doesn’t take her eyes off of me. It’s borderline creepy, Buck…”
He hummed in agreement, “I got an idea…”
“Oh yeah?” “Yeah…”
He gestured you to come closer, you and Buck were close. Really close, that’s probably why Taylor was jealous. But everyone on the team knew you two didn’t see each other that way… not yet at least.
He whispered in your ear, “lemme pretend to show you how to hit a shot, then I’ll peck your cheek, yeah?” His voice a little more rasped at the lowering of his voice.
You smirked “oh it’s on…” you walk around the table a few times. Trying to find the right ball to try and pot. Your acting skills, flawless. Buck spoke “hey, lemme show you a trick…” he came up behind you.
You both lean over to pool table. The team subtly watching. Eddie and Chimney lapping this up like two school girls. Hen and Bobby rolling their eyes, knowing this is how you two are.
Buck whispered “lemme count to three, then I’ll kiss your cheek, okay?” You nodded. Then looked to the pool table again.
“Three… two… one…”
He helped you hit the cue to the ball. Then once it potted. He smiled then kissed your cheek “good job, Y/n/n!” You smiled. Then look to Taylor. She looked jealous. But not enough for your liking. She treated Buck wrong. Let’s show her how to treat him right.
You closed the gap between you to. Kissing him softly. Two seconds it took for him to acknowledge what was going on. Then he kissed back. More fiery than the kiss you just gave. But you happily matched his intention.
He held your jaw gently. His big hand holding your jaw like you’d melt away if he didn’t hold it. In the background you can hear Eddie whistle and Chimney clapping. You peak out of your one eye to see Taylor.
It was like someone had shot someone in front of her. The shock and rage sent through her, definitely showing through her facial expressions. You smirked and mumbled into the kiss “it’s working..” Buck smirked too “good, let’s keep going though…”
In the end Taylor downed her drink, storming out of the bar. Once Bobby saw she left. He went to call out to you both.
You both kept kissing, that’s until you hear Bobby “alright you pair. step away or get a room!” You both laugh as you pull away.
Buck joked “think the room is sounding like a good idea right now…” you smirked “me too, Buck… me too…”
Eddie said a little too loud “I win! Hand over the money Chim!”
You both look over “what?!” Chimney casually spoke “oh we were betting on this, see how long it took for you too to finally do something…”
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All the ways I agree with that Captain Bobby Nash could come back without ruining the already set storylines
I hardly ever post on my blog myself, I usually just reblog other people's and use tumblr to read fics, but I was reading Dean Winchester fics the other day and started finding firefighter!dean fics that I really liked. Those got me thinking a lot so I wanted to get them out and I posted a a short little paragraph asking for someone to write a firefighter!reader fic and much to my surprise people actually saw the post and although not a lot I expected none so the fact that I got comments and reposts was shocking for me. But that made me want to get my full thoughts out so hopefully more fic writers who are motivated to write something right now see it and get inspired.
Dean says in the show that he always wanted to be a firefighter when he grew up. The finale makes him a mechanic instead. I think because of his trauma with fires and the fact that he's never believed he could have a normal life, it kind of makes sense that they wouldn’t have him get a more straightforward white picket fence job like a firefighter or cop. That got me thinking about how Dean def stil desires to have that job and respects it immensely. Then that led to me thinking about if he’d react to firefighters the same way he reacted to Dr. Sexy, which of course made me think of all the other scenes of him stumbling over himself during the show. Maybe I just have a thing for goofy guys, but Dean being shown as even more of a geek than Sam in the show was always my fav moments cause it makes so much sense for their characters (and of course, ahaha hot sexy guy also dumb and goofy ahaha). Then of course cause I’m straight and I love Dean and think he's hot I started thinkling about him reactiung to a female reader like those sterotyplical scenes in shows where the person has a an outfit on that masks all female characteristics and a hat and mask. Then hot cocky guy thinks hes talking to a guy and gets shocked by “him” pulling off the mask/hat and revealing that “hes” actually A HER 😱 OH MY GOOOOOOOOD (to some VERY subtle sexy music and slowmo).
I tried to sit down and see if I could write a fic myself and decided that was too much for me right now but I did write some premise ideas.
I can’t decide if this is better as an AU where hes not a hunter but still has the fire trauma and he just sees her work in the wild or maybe she like saves him from a burning building or something meet cute like that. Or maybe its canon Dean who needs to talk to firefighters for a hunt and goes in thinking that the firefighter that saved the victim was a guy and is shocked to horniness when he finds out it was a woman. Or he shows up to a house they were supposed to investigate for a hunt and its on fire and he sees firefighter!reader carrying someone out of the burning house and then has to talk to her to find out more for the hunt later and is stumbling over himself so much Sam has to take over LMAO.
I don’t know, I’m not much of a writer and I don’t have the brain power to sit down and write a whole fanfic let alone post it but I wanted to get my thoughts out in case someone else wanted to use the premises that I kept thinking of to write their own fic. Especially cause then I could read it hehehehehe
Pairing: Familial/Platonic: Mum!Athena and Dad!Bobby Nash x Daughter!Firefighter!Reader.
Warning: canon sniper shooting (is alluded to)!!!! Includes the use of Y/n. I tried to keep it gender neutral but referring to the reader as a 'child' or a 'kid' gets confusing, when you're writing for someone older in mind.
Remember: If you don't look like either of the characters, feel free to imagine yourself as a foster/adoptee, or whatever. You, the reader, have creative liberties.
Disclaimer: I dont own the 9-1-1 tv series or its characters, nor do I claim to own them. Nor do I own the images used. Credits goes to the respective owners.
Imagine... Being Athena and Bobby's firefighter daughter and them dropping everything (even a heated argument), to get to you, whenever your job becomes a danger.
"Don't you dare answer that, while I'm talking to you, Bobby!" Athena stalked after her husband, as he prepared to take a phone call in the middle of their fight. Her anger dwindling, a touch, at the broken look on his face. "What, what is it?!"
Pulling the phone away from his ear, she watched as he turned to her. Seeing the shattered look upon his face, she immediately feared the worst. There being one of three reasons (not including their surrogate child, Buck) why, he'll react in such a way way; May, Harry or...
"It's Y/n..."
That was all there needed to be said for them to hop into her truck, their heated dispute now long forgotten. And replaced with worry for their daughter.
