#yj reader insert

Request: “Oho, haunted inbox. Ghostbuster to the rescue! Can I request one where Wally tries every line to get the reader on a date till they sit down at a table in a cafe and are like 'you do realize that this is a date'?” ~Anon

A/N: Tried something a little different this time. What do you guys think?

“Hey, Y/N. Did you die recently? ‘Cuz you look like an angel to me.”

“No, Wally, I have not died recently. Though I might kill you if you don’t stop flirting.”

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“Y/N! Let me recite a poem for you. *ahem* Roses are red, violets are blue, lava is hot, and so are you.”

“I have a poem for you too, Wally. Roses are red, so is Kid Flash. You need better lines, so long, gotta blast.”

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“Y/N! Y/N! Guess what I’m wearing? The smile you gave me!”

“Guess what I’m wearing? My uniform. We’re on a mission, now hush.”

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“Do you have a name or can I call you mine?”

“Wally,  my name is not “mine.” That’s also a horrible nickname.”

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“S/N, Kid Flash. I need you two to go undercover at this diner. Your objective is to collect information from the other patrons while disguised as customers.”

“Hey, Kid.”

“Yes, Y/N? Something you wanna say to me~?”

“Yeah, actually. If you hit on me with another cheesy line, I’ll provide your knuckle sandwich.”

             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At the Diner~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes, Wally?”

“You do realize this is basically a date, right?”

Requested by Anon.

Request: “Could I get a h/c for Jamie's s/o having telepathic abilities and using it to talk to the scarab?”

A/N: It’s so late...but I got this out. *tired fist pump* I reference one of my one shots in this, so I recommend reading it before the angst section down below. [x]

- You probably joined the team before he did, as the team likely encountered you while battling Psimon.

- You joined the team shortly afterwards, and later met Blue Beetle.

- Your first meeting was -- interesting, to say the least.

- He did a poor job of guarding his thoughts; they rolled off him and crashed into you like waves.

- Unfortunately, the Scarab sensed your telepathic abilities and immediately attacked you, attempting to “remove potential threats for your best interests, Jaime Reyes. The telepath causes internal changes in you.”

- The others attempted to intervene, but you sensed Scarab’s presence and managed to somehow talk him down. Jaime (and Scarab) found a newfound respect for you (albeit somewhat begrudgingly).

- In no time the two of you ended up dating. Your powers were very useful, as it permitted you to communicate with Jaime and Scarab at the same time.

- The three of you have had some interesting conversations, mostly involving Scarab suggesting something very unconventional, Jaime recoiling in horror, and you laughing your head off on the side.

Inspired by this [x].

A/N: Well. First angst piece, not sure how I feel about it. I was inspired to do this based on a request, and I just sorta ran along with the idea. Tell me what you guys think. I’ll get the requested headcanons up tomorrow.

Warning: Reader death

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Jaime was being weird, and Scarab hadn’t said a word in days. You didn’t want to intrude on Jaime’s thoughts, but with all the recent craziness, perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check his mind.

No. That would be an inexcusable invasion of his privacy. Black Canary was still the team’s therapist; she’d know better than you. And she wouldn’t be invading his mind to do so.

“I do not believe an audience with Black Canary will be necessary, Y/N.”

You jumped a bit and spun around. Green Beetle stood behind you, a rather poor imitation of a smile gracing his face. You nodded and made a noncommittal excuse, playing the part of the overly-worried girlfriend. You didn’t trust Green Beetle. His psychic signature was different, as if there was a voice underneath his thoughts. M’gann and J’onn didn’t have that, so it wasn’t a Martian thing either. Jaime had talked to him; maybe he and Scarab had a better grasp of the new warrior.

*Jaime’s POV*

The Reach Ambassador’s voice echoed in his mind. “The psychic has arranged a private meeting. How interesting. We shall most certainly attend.”

No. They had to stay away from you. Jaime couldn’t let them get close to you, couldn’t let them hurt you. But what could he do? His body was not his to control and you were adamant about respecting other’s mental privacy. There was no way to warn you.

His body met you in the empty alley. The Ambassador forced a smile on his face and kissed you, puppeting Jaime’s past actions.

“Jaime,” you whispered, “is everything alright? You’ve been a little weird lately.”

Jaime would have given the world to scream, “No! The Ambassador’s possessed me!” but he could only watch as his body replied. “Everything’s fine, Y/N. Just a bit stressed with what’s happening, that’s all.”

“Still, I think you should talk to Black Canary. It wouldn’t hurt, right? How’s Scarab doing? It hasn’t said anything for a while.”

Jaime’s body stiffened. Scarab finally spoke up, announcing Jaime’s greatest fear. “It seems the telepath knows.”

Ambassador was quick to respond. “Eliminate all loose ends, Scarab.”

No. No! This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t kill you. There had to be a way to stop them. A way to warn you. Anything. “Scarab, you can’t do this!”

“Apologies, Jaime Reyes, but we must. We are on-mode.”

“That’s right, Scarab. You are both faithful agents of the Reach. Don’t worry, my boy. The first kills are always the hardest.”

Jaime watched helplessly as his body suddenly seized you by the throat and started squeezing. Your mental voice trickled into his mind, begging the questions you couldn’t get past the vice on your neck.

“Jaime? Jaime? What’s going on? Why are you doing this? I can’t breathe--Jaime!”

Trapped within his own mind, Jaime screamed. He struggled and shouted, but all in vain. He felt you probe deeper into his mind, a desperate attempt to stop him as he squeezed the life out of you. You felt the intrusion in his mind; he saw your shock reflected in your eyes. You knew the Reach controlled him. He saw the shock fade into sorrow, then anger, then an all-consuming terror before they went blank.

Jaime looked down and saw the sword--his armored arm--buried in your chest. A little to the left, right where your heart was. How could this have happened? He should have done something--fought harder, struggled longer, anything! Anything to have kept you away from the alley--away from him. He was dangerous to you, and he should have kept you safe. But it was too late now. The shining star in his life had been extinguished.