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begginer writer trying her best

[kaydekarios]

welcome to my blog <3

my requests are: CLOSED

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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

haikyuu 

my hero academia 

persona 3, 4, and 5

enstars

mob psycho

obey me

genshin impact

honkai star rail

one piece 

hxh

death note

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!

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blue beetle anxiety comfort

(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.

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unrequited (?) love with a jealous wolverine!

(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.”

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Ted Kord Confesses to You! (Kinda)

"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.

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Booster Gold x Bruce Wayne's Neglected Daughter

"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.”

[kaydekarios]

Jason Todd and His Dedicated Childhood Friend

(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.

[kaydekarios]

Getting Caught Dating Booster Gold as Bruce Wayne's Neglected Daughter

"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.

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Booster Gold x Bruce Wayne's Neglected Daughter

"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 delightment 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 all the sudden. 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.

[kaydekarios]

(COLLEGE AU) finding out booster gold's identity!

(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. 

“You’re Booster Gold.” Is all you can manage, eyes wide and mouth agape. “That really shiny advertisement guy on the Justice League.” Booster frowns, not really enjoying your description of him. “Yeah. That’s me. Now you’re burdened with this knowledge forever- so- uh- you’re just gonna have to stick with me m’kay? Gotta make sure you don’t rat me out.” He says, trying to offer you a playful smirk. Internally he was mainly just concerned you’d get hurt. “So… wanna grab some brunch?”

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Junkrat Confesses to You!

(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.

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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)

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

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ok I need some clueless dunk, like reader is so head over heels for him and he just thinks she’s being nice, also ft. egg being so done with how oblivious dunk is xxx

an oblivious ser duncan the tall finally realizes you like him!

(f!reader x ser duncan the tall)

summary: you and dunk had been dancing around each other for a while now, and it's getting far too painful for egg to watch. so, he throws the two of you a bone and tries to make dunk realize your feelings for him.

warnings: none! fluff :)

word count: 1,254

a/n: thank you for this request! sorry it took so long, i've been very busy. i hope you like this fic as i very much enjoyed writing it!

You’d liked Dunk since the day you met him. He stuck out through the busy crowd of the tavern you worked in, easily a head taller than everyone else. You made a point to try and show off when he sat down asking for a pint of ale, checking your hair in the reflection of the glass cupboards before serving it to him. You tried to keep a conversation with the man, but he seemed a bit cloddish as he stumbled through a short response to every question you’d throw at him (much to his younger companion’s dismay).

The next day, when Dunk was injured during a match between knights, you found yourself rushing to the medicine tent, helping to patch him up. He looked a bit mystified by your presence, like he couldn’t quite believe you were there, fussing over him. 

As soon as Dunk was patched up, he went back to the tavern in hopes of finding you. Even if it was just to share a few awkward words, he wanted to thank you. He spots you tending to the other patrons, a sweet smile gracing your face. The second your eyes meet his, he looks away. 

This game went on for weeks. Two weeks to be particular, but it was far more than either you or Egg could handle. Nothing made the child feel more agitated than watching his knight embarrass himself over and over in an attempt to talk with you. He was so dense, so oblivious, anyone with eyes could see that you were infatuated with him. 

One night at the tavern, Egg finally breaks after watching you dejectedly walk away from Dunk after he accidentally cuts yet another conversation short with you using his clumsy social skills. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” Egg asks bewilderedly, turning to the large man beside him. 

“Doing what?” Dunk responds, face still flushed from the nerves he got from talking to you. 

“You keep-” Egg motions in vague frustration, “-not- not talking right! She comes here trying to make a move and you shut her down every time without fail!” 

Dunk glares at the kid, “What are you on about? ‘Make a move,’ she’s just talking- that’s her job- and I’ll have you know I’m doing just fine responding!” 

“Do you not want her?!” Egg half-shouts, getting the attention of some of the other diners around them. 

“Mind your own lad!” He says quickly. The answer to his question is obvious- of course Dunk wants you. Who wouldn’t? Your skin practically radiated an aura of warmth and friendliness, but he wasn’t willing to lay it all out to you just to get shot down. To be honest, he wasn’t sure he could without mucking it all up. 

As you come around again to ask them if they wanted anything else, Dunk straightens up again, offering you a small nod. 

“So, are you two going to go to the party in the square tomorrow?” You ask, trying to aim the question at the both of them, but your stare makes it clear you’re more focused on Dunk. “There- there’s a party?” Dunk manages. 

“Mhm,” you hum, refilling their drinks, “An annual dance of sorts; there’s singing and food and- oh I could go on…” 

Egg leans over, seeing an opportunity, “It’s a partner dance right? You need to bring a date? Do you have a date, miss?” He asks, making Dunk have to restrain himself from kicking the kid under the table. 

You laugh bashfully, “No, I don’t. I was hoping a certain someone would ask me though…” You admit. 

There’s a long pause, you see Egg boring his eyes at Dunk, who was refusing to meet his gaze, staring straight ahead. 

“Uh…” You start, “Guess I’ll be going then. Hope to see you there.” You turn and walk away, careful not to trip on your skirt. 

Egg wants nothing more than to smack Dunk upside the head as he asks through gritted teeth, “What was that?” 

Dunk shakes out of his thoughts, “What was what?” 

“Why didn’t you ask her to the dance?!”

“She said she was hoping for someone in particular to ask her! Why would I go in and ask her instead?!” Dunk argues back quickly. 

“She was talking about you, idiot!” Egg shouts. 

It seems like for the first time since Dunk had met you, he genuinely considered the possibility of you liking him back. The prospect felt- well, impossible. Like you were some unattainable goal he’d just have to learn to enjoy from a safe distance. “Wait- do you really think so?” He asks, making Egg groan and put his head down on the table. 

“If you don’t ask her to that dance by the end of the night, I’m seeking her out and telling her about that dream you had of her!” He says, arms crossed. 

Dunk’s face pales. He doesn’t even try to intimidate Egg out of it, he knows the little runt has his mind made up. Anxiously, Dunk glances at you, standing at the bar, looking solemnly into the glass you were cleaning. How could he do this? Does he need to get you a flower or some symbol of companionship before asking? Was this all an elaborate prank Egg has been working on for the past two weeks? He’s supposed to be a strong and brave knight- this shouldn’t be as hard as it was. 

Dunk huffs, standing up and almost hitting his head on the joists in the ceiling. He nervously looks back at Egg as he starts to walk over to you, wondering if it was too late to go back now. By the time he figured out it was in fact, too late, he was already at the bar right in front of you. 

“So… The dance. When you said you wanted someone in particular to ask you, who were you- uh, who did you mean?” Dunk asks, taking the cowards' way out. 

You smile in a way that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Oh- I- well I suppose I should be honest with you…” You pause, collecting your courage, “I was hoping you’d ask me.” 

Dunk’s eyes widen, “M-me?” 

At your shy nod, he feels his world shift. Egg wasn’t jesting, you really were talking about him. 

He stands there befuddled for a second too long, making you nervous. “I’m sorry- I know it’s probably not something you wanted to deal with, don’t worry I promise I won’t bug you anymore-” You hurriedly say, your words making Dunk snap out of it and get his bearings.

“No no no, please don’t do that, I- I didn’t know- I thought, I thought you thought me foolish!” He explains, frantically holding your hand to stop you from turning away. “I think you’re lovely, I’d be honored to take you to the party if you’d have me!” 

You feel your heart fly in your chest, and for a second there you lose your voice, managing a happy nod and a squeal-like ‘okay!’ 

Dunk gives you a relieved smile, hand still on yours before he realizes and quickly tugs it away. “Right- well, I’ll see you tomorrow then. I’ll- uh, I’ll… yeah. Tomorrow.” 

As he trails back to his seat, he sees Egg waiting for him, a look of amusement on his face. 

“I told you so.” He says. “Shut it.” Dunk responds, but there’s a smile on his face that won’t go away no matter how unbothered he pretends to be.

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i could you do a ser duncan imagine where hes jealous? i think that would be so cute! seeing how frustrated he would get

Ser Duncan the Tall Getting Jealous!

(ser duncan the tall x gn! reader)

summary: you find yourself enjoying a storyteller's stories a bit too much for dunks liking

warnings: slight mention of unwanted flirting

word count: 966

a/n: posting this in a rush before my class not proofread sorry i hope u like it anon!

Ser Duncan knows he has no good reason to be so jealous over you talking to some storyteller in the town you’re stopped at. First, the guy’s a dork- Dunk could fold him in half if he really wanted. Secondly, you weren’t his by any means. Dunk had no claim over you even if he wanted to, which he does. Of course he does. 

Dunk finds himself trailing behind you as you eagerly go to talk to the storyteller again, asking him how he created the stories he told. You looked so excited talking to him. If Dunk had a choice, he’d much rather you give your attention to another knight or someone he could challenge and beat. Going after a man like that though? That’s a low blow. He was visibly much more smart than Dunk, he could write an interesting story, weave words so beautifully, and he could talk to you without making a fool of himself. Quite frankly, he had everything Dunk feared he lacked. It didn’t help that Egg was also captivated by the stories this man told. 

Dunk fiddles with his shield behind you as you ask question after question to the storyteller. He wants nothing more than to lift you up and get you out of this stupid tent. The storyteller watches Dunk with some caution, the giant man behind you clearly unhappy, but decides to ignore him. 

“So, my dear, if you’d like a more detailed look into the writing process, why don’t you come to my tent tonight for some wine and merriment? I’m throwing a little party to celebrate my next short story.” He says with a smile and half-lidded eyes. 

You look truly delighted to be invited, charmed by his cheeky grin, Dunk thinks. “We will see if we can make it.” Dunk says, inviting himself as he steps up to your side with a frown, his hand finding your upper back. 

“Right, well, I suppose you can come along too.” The writer retorts, a dour look on his face. 

That night, the two of you make your way back to the tent right on time- Is that a new oil in your hair? Dunk notes, not enjoying seeing you so excited to chat with someone else. Despite himself, he lets you eagerly lead the way into the party. He tries his best to ghost behind you the whole night, but it becomes increasingly difficult when the storyteller rushes right up to you with a smile, pulling you towards the dance. 

Dunk pushes through the crowd, trying to spot you. You blended in too well, and the tent was so dimly lit he could barely see what he was doing. Luckily that insolent writer was dressed in bright colors. 

As soon as Dunk spotted you, he rushed to your side. He feels bad, but he can’t take this anymore. 

“We need to be leaving. Now.” He says, hand on your side as he ushers you away, leaving no room for disagreement. 

The second the two of you are out of the tent and sat down outside, he sighs, “Sorry. I- I really don’t trust that man.” His jealousy was certainly visible now, but quite frankly, he held no remorse for his actions. 

You put a hand on his leg, a light smile dusting your face, “To be honest, at the end there I was sort of hoping you’d come find me. He was starting to weird me out as well.” 

Dunk finally looks up, hopeful eyes meeting your face, “Oh. Really?” 

“Yeah.” You reply, “‘Think I finally caught on that he was not just eagerly excited to talk about his book.” 

“So you don’t like him?” Dunk asks, leaning in. 

“What?! No! Did you see his mustache?” 

“I wasn’t sure if that was something you liked or not…” 

“No one would like something like that, Dunk.” 

Dunk relaxes, relief evident on his face, “Right. That’s good then.” 

You grin, “Why do you seem so relieved?” 

Your words make Dunk straighten. He had been rather obvious, hadn’t he? He hadn’t meant to be so blatant with his thoughts, though it seems that’s all he’s good at. 

“W- I just- I just don’t like that guy.” He manages, staring at you as if to see if you believed him. You did not. 

Dunk’s face is beet red at this point, “I don’t like the idea of anyone else taking your time. Not in that way.” 

Now it was your turn to fluster. So, that was it, wasn't it? He really did like you. To Dunk, that would be an understatement. He’d do anything for you quite frankly.

“Sorry.” He says again, “Don’t mean for you to be dealing with two guys who fancy you tonight.” 

You smile, reaching up to his cheek, “Don’t apologize, I like you too, y'know?" 

“You- you do?” He asks, staring down at you and hoping you can’t feel the way his face is burning. You nod, suddenly too shy to say anything more. This was the type of thing he dreamed of. The type of moment he knew would never happen, but hoped for anyways. You looked so perfect, the lights of the tent hitting your face in a way that made you glow. 

“Wh- uh, why don’t we find our way back?” He says quickly, getting you to your feet. He was too overwhelmed to stay in this moment much longer. As the two of you started your walk back, Dunk wondered if that was a good call. There was something in the air there, an anticipation of sorts, maybe he should’ve given in. When he looks down however, he feels you loop your arm with his, sending a warm shiver down his spine. Maybe he hadn’t messed it up just yet.

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ooh maybe something where dunk is injured in a tourney and reader has to patch him up!! Can’t get enough of ur writing 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Patching Up Ser Duncan The Tall!

(ser duncan the tall x gn! reader)

summary: after dunk took a tumble during a tourney, embarrassing himself in front of you once again, you patch him up. awkwardness ensues <3

warnings: fluff! vague description of an injury

word count: 923

a/n: love this request! love dunk! i wrote the first half then paused to watch the new episode, imagine my happiness when dunk says "you must think me a fool" right after i had written a line very similar to that. anywho! thank you for the request anon! hope i did it justice xoxo

Well, it was bound to happen eventually. At least, that’s what Dunk tells himself when he falls prone on the ground after his opponent stabs his side with a concealed (and unpermitted) dagger. It was humiliating- truly. Not only to have fallen face down into the dirt, but to have fallen in front of you. You were his travelling companion, a kind person who’d proven yourself useful to him more than enough times. He’d fallen smitten with you the second he saw you, your eyes glimmered as they met his, and he’d promptly tripped over his own feet trying to walk towards you. It seemed he couldn’t go more than a day without embarrassing himself. 

Egg worriedly dragged him off the field with the help of a few guardsmen as he writhed in pain. The last thing he remembers before passing out was seeing you running towards him. 

Dunk sat up with a start the second he woke up, and promptly regretted it as he felt his side sting. He groans, clutching the bloodied bandages. Getting his bearings, he finally looks to his right, seeing you trying to ease him back down. He complies, of course, face reddening. 

“Oh, hello…” He manages, pain quickly taking a place in the back of his mind when he sees your beautiful face looking down nervously at him. 

“How are you feeling, love? Are you alright?” You say quickly, holding his face. 

“Yeah- Yes, I’m fine, of course I’m fine.” He says, trying to keep any semblance of strength he may still have as he melts under your touch. Love, He thinks, You called me love! 

“Please, lay back” You mumble, moving the bandages out of the way to put a wet rag on his injury. “I’m going to have to switch out the bandages again. They’re too thin…” 

Dunk follows your orders obediently, staring up at you as you work on him. Every once and a while your ever gentle hands would touch a particularly hurting spot, and he’d try to conceal a flinch. You looked so angelic, eyebrows knit in concentration as you tended to him. You could feel your face growing heated under his gaze. You weren’t sure if he’d looked anywhere but at you in the last ten minutes. It didn’t help that he was currently shirtless beneath your hands, a welcome sight for sure if it weren't for the giant gash bloodying his side. 

“You must think me rather foolish, huh?” Dunk says, putting on a brave smile. 

“No, not totally.” You respond, “ You’re a brave man, Dunk. A strong one too, with a good heart. A man like that can’t be foolish.” Dunk can’t think of anything he’d rather hear. A small smile graces his face, he looks away, suddenly too flustered to make eye contact. “Well- Thank you.” He says, raising his hand to brush his hair out of his face. 

You lean back once you’ve finished retying the bandage, patting his chest. 

“Well then, you’re good to go.” You say, stretching. “Oh- not, ‘get up and go’ go, just- I’m done.” 

“Right. Got that.” He responds, “When do you think I’ll be able to ‘get up and go’ then?” 

“A couple days I’d reckon.” You hum, inspecting your handiwork. “In the meanwhile, if you must go somewhere, ask me or Egg to assist you, okay?” 

Dunk just nods, watching as you pace around. “I’m sorry you had to patch me up. Where’s the little runt anyways?” 

“Out tending to the horses. Or trying anyways, they barely respond when he asks them to move. It’s pretty cute honestly.” 

Dunk can only let out an amused laugh. To be quite frank, he was a little nervous talking to you without his reluctant wingman there with him. He’s never been too good at talking. Guess he might as well try his hand at it now. “What’s your… uh- How’d you learn how to do that?” 

“What?” 

Dunk winces, “The bandages. Where’d you learn that…” 

“Ah.” You smile, “It was the only thing they’d let me do around the jousts. I wanted to take care of the horses but they said they were too unruly for someone like me. I was safer off helping the wounded knights.” 

“Sounds gruesome.” He says, thinking of all the people he’s seen hurt from tourneys. 

“The worst part was the weird flirts they’d try to hurl at me. Calling me a catch- or pretty, and the likes.” You say with a face of contempt. 

Oh no, Dunk thinks, face paling, “Hope I’m not contributing to that…” 

“What? No! You- you’re far different from those old lads!” You correct quickly, maybe a bit too quickly quite frankly. “I wouldn’t mind if it was you…” You say before you can stop yourself. 

“Oh. Good to know.” He says, falling silent again. 

The two of you just sort of sit there, faces flushed. After a long moment of contemplation, Dunk opens his mouth again (much to his own dismay), “Well, for the record I do think- I do think you’re pretty.” 

You glance at him just as he glances at you, eyes wide with nerves. “Thank you…” You muster, “For the record, I think you’re quite ‘a catch’...” 

You can’t help but let out a breathy laugh, this conversation getting just a bit too cringeworthy for your tastes. 

Egg walks into the tent to see the two of you sat in uncomfortable silence, both looking simultaneously horrified and the happiest you’ve ever been. He promptly walks right back out.

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Hi! I loved your last fluff one-shorts about Dunk x Reader + Egg as a happy traveller family, were so cute! Can I have something fluff with Dunk and Egg during their first months travelling together? Like, you see: In medieval times, inn's beds were shared with several people, so Egg maybe would feel at first uneasy (traumas with Aerion :( ) and like Dunk feels that and makes him feel he's safe? :3

Comforting Egg With Ser Duncan the Tall!

(platonic! reader and egg) (reader x dunk)

warnings: hurt/comfort, spoilers for egg's backstory, i tried to keep it vague but failed miserably, vague references to aerion, (bullying, s/a, general unpleasantness)

a/n: baby's first request! hope I did this well, I tried my bestest! spoiled myself for this fanfic lol... might be a bit ooc but oh well. i love egg, i want to give him a big hug :(

It had only been a month of traveling with Dunk and Egg, but you quickly found the two of them to be great company. As you spent more and more time together, you grew fond of the two. It seemed every day you learned more about the two, constantly saving and being saved by them, every meal, every morning, and every night was shared together. One night, the three of you made your way to an inn where the three of you were set to share a bed together, no big deal to you necessarily, but the other two seemed a bit more hesitant. 

Dunk’s reasoning was simple. You were unlike anyone he’d ever met, a captivating person who made his heart flutter every time the two of you made eye contact, which was a lot given the amount he stared. The idea of sharing a bed with you flustered him to no end. He knew you wouldn’t be too mean to him, but given his track record the last couple weeks, he wasn’t sure his ego would be able to handle it if you did. 

Egg’s hesitation came from something a bit darker though. He liked the two of you, he knew he could trust you, but there was an undeniable feeling of dread that came with the idea of sharing a bed with anyone. A feeling of dread that takes him back to the days in the palace- the days with his brother. 

Egg watched as the two of you bashfully piled into bed together, Dunk’s giant frame taking up most of the bed. Neither of you would do anything to him, he knew that, so why was he so scared? Why couldn’t he be mature? 

You glance up, noticing Egg standing at the edge of the bed. “You okay, kid?” You ask, sitting up a bit, “There’s room y’know, not that you’d take up much space.” You pat the space beside you, beckoning him over.

“I don’t- I’ll be fine on the floor.” He says, fiddling with his cloak. 

You rise out of bed slowly, bending over a bit to reach his height. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing! I can handle myself!” Egg says quickly. Dunk shifts off the bed, still sitting on the edge of it. He may not talk much about Egg’s past, but Dunk knows the look on his face. He knows Egg’s story well enough to have known he's dealt with some bad people. “Egg, if you sleep on the floor, you’ll catch a cold.” He says, putting a hand on Egg’s shoulder. Egg looks like he’s about to protest, but Dunk cuts him off, “I already know you can deal with yourself just fine. I promise we’ll stay far on our side of the bed if that’s what you want, but you’ll be no good to us frozen on the floor.” 

Egg nods, and climbs into the bed after the two of you, Dunk was pressed against the wall, and you were next to him. Egg sits there for a second, back against the headboard, fiddling with the sheets. They were cheaply made, and the mattress beneath them was straw, nothing like the bedding back in the keep. When he closes his eyes he can practically see the high ceilings- and feel the higher expectations. He glances down at you, catching you looking at him worriedly. It only makes him feel worse. 

“I know you’re kind.” He says quietly, getting your attention. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to be of use but I… I don’t know- I’m trying.” You hear him sniffle, and something in your heart breaks. “Oh, Egg…” You hold out your hand, a quiet offering. He takes it, hiding his face.

“You’re very helpful, you know. It’s no good to be worrying yourself about seeming mature, you’re still a child--” 

He cuts you off, “I don’t care if I’m a child! I should be better! I’ve never been strong enough, and if I keep acting like this, what good can I do?” He pauses, caught off guard by his own tone, “...Sorry.” 

Dunk, who’d been listening in, can only empathize with Egg’s situation. He wanted to be useful when he was a kid too. Quite frankly, Egg was leagues more useful than Dunk was when he was younger. Leagues more clever for sure. “You’re a good squire, Egg.” He says simply, “Better than I was when I was your age. But you need rest. Nothing’ll get you here, got it?” Dunk puts his hand on Egg’s head as he wipes his tears, muttering a soft “okay…” Dunk’s words may be few, and he may be a bit awkward when being vulnerable, but he’s genuine, and he’s grown to be a role model to Egg. Someone he wants to be like when he grows up- an older brother he actually looks up to. 

You all quietly get comfortable once more, and Egg shifts to face the two of you, watching as you fall asleep slowly. Seeing the two of you falling fast asleep, no mocking laughter, no cruel words- it comforted him in a way no words could. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, Egg grabs onto your arm, holding it close to his chest as his eyes flutter shut, a small smile on his face. This inn was certainly better than any manor. 

[kaydekarios]

Warming Up With Ser Duncan the Tall!

(ser duncan the tall x gn! reader)

summary: reader and dunk (and egg) get all cozy during a cold, snowy day. a nice scenario for those of us who are swamped by this snowstorm!

warnings: none! fluff :)

words: 1.9k

a/n: can't wait to get all warm and cozy and watch episode two oh boy oh boy! heh... it'd be so cool if someone would give me a request or a comment or something... just thinking out loud here...

You could feel the tips of your ears going numb as you, Dunk, and Egg made your way down the snowy path to a local town. Conversation between the three of you grew quiet as you all succumbed to exhaustion. Egg was on your horse right in front of you, shaking and cold under his cloak. You knew he was capable, but he was still a child and it felt horrible to see him so miserable. You try to warm him up, but at the rate the snow was going, there wasn’t much you could do. So, the feeling of relief the three of you felt when you saw the lights of a town warming the horizon as you came up the hill was tremendous. You and Dunk share a look, and pick up the pace to the town. As soon as you could, you docked your horses at the stable and frantically tried to find the nearest inn.

As soon as Dunk found one with an available room, he returned to you and Egg, the two of you still talking to the stablehands. 

“I found one- got us a room. Let’s warm up before you two get frostbite.”

You sigh, stomach rumbling, “I won’t be able to rest properly before I get a meal. A real one. I’ll go get us food. You go rest.” 

Dunk doesn’t quite like the idea, but you seem certain, and he is certainly hungry, so he decides to take the favor and mentally promises you one in the future. “If you’re sure… just be back soon.”

The walk to the tavern is downright miserable, but the smell of the food as you enter, and the warmth that surrounds you makes it immediately worth it. The scent of rum and meat fills you, and you find yourself ordering a bit more than you originally planned to. Three bowls of beef stew, a loaf of bread, and three roasted apples later, your satchel is full and you’re ready to deliver the food back to the boys in the inn. 

You walk as fast as you can to the inn through the snow, the tip of your nose both numb and stinging. The snow is beautiful, but painful. You wipe the snowflakes from your eyelashes, hugging your bag full of warm food to keep yourself warm as well. 

By the time you get to the inn, Dunk is waiting in the lobby, now in his leisure clothes, a thin long sleeved shirt with a stretched out collar and his slightly too short pants. He rushes towards you the second you enter, all bundled up with flushed cheeks and a slight shiver. He’d be embarrassed to admit it, but a part of him is more focused on how cute you look, waddling in with your giant overcoat. 

“Are you alright? Lost any fingers?” He asks, taking the satchel from you.

“Fine,” You respond, “Feels like heaven in here…” 

Dunk ushers you up to your room, his large hand lightly ghosting your lower back. When you went in you saw Egg was asleep on the bed. “You still look cold. You should get out of your clothes-” He says, before quickly shutting his mouth and looking away. “Uh- and… change into warm ones.” 

He wakes up Egg, who sleepily eats his stew on the floor as you go off to change and bathe. When you return, Egg has fallen back asleep, claiming one of the beds as his own. 

“The kid could barely keep his eyes open. Promised not to be a bother then hogged one of the beds to himself.” Dunk says, watching as you put your cloak over him. “You feeling any warmer?” He asks, watching as you dry your hair. 

“Mhm… still a bit chilly in here though, isn’t it?” You respond, eagerly reaching for the food. “Let’s just eat and head to sleep quick.” 

The two of you do just that, eating together, now warmed inside and out, you sigh contentedly, looking at the empty bed in the corner of the room. Dunk did the same, eyes slightly widening, “Oh- uh, I can share with the little cunt if you want.” He says quickly. 

You appreciated the courtesy, but found yourself wishing he wasn’t so consistently modest. “It’s so cold though. Won’t you help warm me up?” You ask, tilting your head at him. 

Dunk’s face turns red, staring at you, “Oh- uh- oh. Uh… right, yeah- I owe- I owe you for the food, don’t I?” He says, though his eagerness to join you is evident in the way he stands up quickly. He helps you up gently, before standing at the foot of the bed, watching you for your next move. 

“Well?” You hum, nodding your head towards the bed. Dunk perks up with a quick “Uh- right.” and gets into bed, the frame creaking beneath him. He really was tall, his body easily taking up the entire mattress even while he was trying to make room for you, pressing himself up against the wall. 

You wriggle your way into the covers, sighing blissfully while enjoying the silky feeling of the sheets against your legs. “It’s so nice, isn’t it?” You hum. Dunk’s eyes haven’t left your face. “Yeah… warm.” Dunk steels himself before nervously letting his body relax a bit, his side touching yours. He’s never shared a bed with someone like this before. He’s never seen someone like you before either. Even the top of your head is pretty he thinks as he looks down at you. You were starting to shiver again, the hot water from your bath now cooling. He reminds himself that he’s here to warm you up- that’s his mission as of now- his duty. So, he gathers some of the blanket in his arms and in a burst of bravery, wraps his arm around your shoulder. He glances down at your face to make sure you’re not cringing in disgust at his touch, and seeing the pleasant smile on your face, he lets himself breathe. 

You flip over, laying on your side to face Dunk, arms clinging to his wide chest and a leg thrown around his torso with a content huff, and he forgets how to breathe all over again. “Are you warm?” He asks, hand now on your back as he holds you to him. You seem to be practically asleep as you sleepily murmur in affirmation. Dunk feels a little sleepy too, the cozy warm lighting of the torches and the raring snowstorm outside not helping, but he can’t quite relax with such an attractive companion on his chest. Despite himself, he puts a hand on your head, stringing his fingers through your hair. I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life in this moment, he thinks. He wants nothing more than to kiss your head, hold you even closer and declare how he feels, but even the bravest of knights can be cowardly sometimes. As he shuts his eyes he imagines telling you everything you make him feel, as he does many a night, and hopes you dream of him too.

[kaydekarios]

Giving Ser Duncan the Tall A Well Needed Bath

(ser duncan the tall x reader)

summary: After a long walk down a longer road, you insist the party must rest in an inn where you convince Duncan to finally wash that hair of his.

warnings: this is just fluff xoxo technically GN Reader but there is some feminine adjectives used! ily dunk dunk my stink

word count: 922

authors note: hey guys I'm starting to figure out formatting i think... someone come talk to me please... say something in my requests box please... i’m so lonely...

When you joined Egg and Dunk on their adventure, you brought many things to the party. Good conversation, a helping hand to brush the horses’ hair, but most conveniently, coin. After a long day of traveling, the three of you find yourselves in a small town. It had been a bit too long for your tastes since you’d properly washed up, and you could smell that it’d been far longer for your companions. Docking the horses onto a fence, you turn to them, fixing your gloves, 

“Right, so, why don’t we go get a room in the inn?” 

Dunk looked a bit hesitant, knowing he didn’t quite have the coin to spare. “I-I’m not sure, I think we can make do under the stars…” 

You huff, “Let me rephrase. We’re getting a room in the inn.” and with that, you take Egg’s hand and turn on your heel to walk towards the inn, leaving no room for discussion. 

After a while, the three of you found yourselves in a cozy room with two beds. You dump your bags on the floor and turn to Dunk, who’s making himself comfortable testing the bed. He shifts his fingers through the sheets, fiddling with the loose strings. Every once in a while he’d glance up at you as he often did. He couldn’t help it, you were just so pleasing to look at.

“Well?” You say, startling him out of his trance, “ready to hit the bathhouse?”

Dunk’s eyes widen- if that was even possible, “The what?” Surely you weren’t implying you’d be going together with him, it wouldn’t be proper for a looker like you and a man like him to… He shakes his head slightly, looking back at you, searching your face for any hint of jest.

You sit beside him, ignoring the way his legs touch yours, “Dunk, I suppose it’s time I tell you this… It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.” You say, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. “You stink. Bad.” 

He sighs, he’s more than aware he doesn’t smell that great. He hasn’t had the opportunity to wash his gear properly, but to have someone so pretty as you tell him… his ego has been shattered. Either way, he knew he had no choice but to agree, not that he’d ever willingly pass up the opportunity to bathe with you anyways. 

The two of you make your way to the bathhouse, it was a rather small pool with steaming water in it. It was pretty deserted, as most adventurers weren’t bathing midday. Duncan glances at you hesitantly as you start to disrobe, not quite knowing what he’s supposed to do. He ends up staring at the wall for so long that you were well into the water by the time he’d snapped out of his thoughts. He awkwardly disrobes before sitting at the opposite side of the pool, looking everywhere but at you. 

You clear your throat, voice echoing through the room, “Dunk, why don’t you come over here? I got proper soaps from the stall outside.” 

“Yeah- yes. Of course.” He glances around, before wading his way to your side. 

“You’re acting strange. Don’t be nervous, it’s only me.” You try to soothe, giving him a cut of the bar of soap you brought. 

It’s only you. He thinks as he washes himself, Don’t you understand? That’s the issue! How could one person be so captivating? Why am I here? I shouldn’t be here! 

After a while it becomes obvious to you that if you wanted anything to happen you’d have to ask straight out. The man was just sitting there silently, looking at the bar of soap as if it cursed his bloodline. 

“So… won’t you help me wash my hair?” You try, scooting slightly closer to him.

 “I can try” He responds with a hesitant smile, the tips of his ears reddening “I’m not too experienced.” Well that was glaringly obvious, wasn’t it?

Dunk gently puts the soap on his hands before putting them on your head, slowly sliding his hands up and down your hair. “Why don’t you just do it like you do when you wash your hair?” You say with a little laugh. 

“Uh- I don’t…” He mutters, “I don’t really…” 

“You don’t wash your hair?”

“It’s short for a reason…” He grumbles, trying his best.

You shift, immediately facing him, “Okay then it’s been decided, let me wash your hair first. Turn around.” You say without hesitation, already reaching for the soaps. 

Before Dunk knew what was happening, your hands were in his hair, massaging some nice smelling soaps into his head. He melts, slumping back onto you with a sigh. Whatever sort of witchcraft you were performing on him was miraculous. Every once in a while he’d twitch under your touch, shivers going down his spine. You rub some oils into his hair as well, massaging the extra into his neck and shoulders. A half an hour passes. You try to drag on the moment as long as your patience permits, but eventually you realize the sun is starting to set and Egg must be getting rather lonely. 

“Dun-” You start, quickly cutting yourself off when you glance down at him and see him completely asleep against your chest, eyes fluttering shut in a state of bliss. You didn’t have the heart to move him, you’d never seen him so relaxed. It was at that moment you knew you’d have to make bathhouse trips more frequent.