Kinda want a batfam x reader where she was actually loved but she just didn't notice it.
Bruce didn't want reader to be involved so he hid her but to her it came off as Bruce not wanting to deal with her. She never noticed the loving and longing glances they gave her.. The yearning of wanting to call her their sister/daughter but they couldn't as she was born weak and they didn't want her to be in danger. She began to loathe them but also loathe herself for being born weak. She was smart, able to learn and copy moves but never had the strength to properly execute the techniques. She never noticed how the batfam would protect in her in the shadows while she continue to hate them for not caring for her.
(Bonus, she dies and get sent back to the past, finding out that they care for her or the batfam goes back to the past.. Months before her death and makes up for everything)
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The born weak part immediately made me think of Jeff "Joker Moreau(I still believe we were robbed of this romance option much like how I think EA were cowards for not letting us romance Garrus and Tali from the first game) from Mass Effect the trilogy, because he has a mild(to severe but it doesn't look like that in the games, just the brittle bones and maybe breathing problems? can't quite remember) case of brittle bone disease, and it's essential to his character, so I'm taking a lot from him- needing leg braces, crutches/cane/walker, his attitude-
I'm also making the batfam go back into the past-
Hope this is the thing you were referencing here 😩⬇️
CW: death, inaccurate depiction of brittle bone disease(my only knowledge is wiki and one videogame character)
PS this will have a part 2 because I started at like 4- it's almost 7:30 rn 😩😩 I'm tired :))
When Bruce first saw you in the back of Gordon's police car, you were a mess. Glassy eyes, busted face, both legs broken, and your nondominant hand bruised to hell. The aftermath of a Bane attack that left you alone, no other family members wanting to take in a sickly child like you, too much responsibility.
And it was- but that wasn't what worried Bruce. The man didn't know how soft he could be with his touch, the pats of praise he gave Dick, Tim or Jason could easily hurt you- what if he squeezed your hand too hard and broke your finger? What if he hugged you too tightly and dislocated something, or cracked your rib?
He was terrified. So terrified, he flinched away the first time you tried to hold his hand- he wasn't prepared, didn't expect it- he was sad for two weeks when you didn't try to hold his hand again. And Dick wasnt any better- he was stressed, shaking with the need to just grab you and swing you around like a doll- which you were in his eyes, the porcelain kind that the tarot reader at the circus always warned threathened him not to touch or he's bound to shatter them into milion of tiny pieces.
Jason met you a lot later, and when he first heard Bruce say that you had brittle bones, he didn't much care. "She's not a china plate, Bruce, she won't break if you look at her wrong." He remembers saying, but seeing you was another story. Your room was on the ground level, and seeing your stiff walking, hearing the metal of your leg braces, your hand around a cane, made him choke on his words.
He knew he shouldn't patronize you, shouldn't baby you- you were more than capable, that was very clear- but everytime you went to sit up, to grab something deemed a bit too heavy in his opinion, every time you were going for the stairs, he was the first to say something against it or to react- hindsight 20/20, he came off ruder than he meant to be.
Tim wasn't talking to you. He was afraid his tired mind would slip and say something that would make you hate him beyond repair, and while he wasn't afraid to touch you, he did think you'd hate it if he did. So he kept to the shadows, to the internet, keeping you out of the eyes of the media and nuking comments he didn't like before you could even have a concept of their existence.
Cassandra was your second shadow from day one, simply refusing not to follow you from the shadows once you were out of your room, which was starting to be less and less. She thought it was a bonding activity, but to you, it was just weird events you refused to acknowledge, because your mind immediately went to ghosts. The salt was way too high? You sigh and turn around to try and find Alfred, but the clicking of a glass on the marble countertop stops you. The salt wasn't on the shelf anymore. "...Thanks?" You take the salt and refuse to look at the cupboard again. Cassandra nods to herself, happy to be of help.
Damian was Bruce's little spy. You thought kids didn't want to be your friend because of your illness, but the truth was that Damian was a jealous and protective kid, and Bruce was ready to bite heads off at the slightest mishap. Like when one kid laughed at your walking aid- Damnian was quick to report back to his father, and Bruce was even quicker to threaten the school and student- nobody would believe how terrifying Bruce "Playboy" Wayne actually is when it comes to his kids.
But all that to you seemed like no one wanted to be near you, that nobody wanted to know you because of how you were born. And slowly, you started resenting your supposed family. You didn't care about your colleagues at school- they were strangers, but Bruce took you in- he was supposed to be different.
At one point, you thought he did it for PR reasons- "Bruce Wayne adopts disabled kid" - you were ready to be paraded around, for him to act up in front of the cameras, but the man barely agreed to let you go to an in-person school. Soon after your mind settled that he simply wanted to hide you, that he deemed you a stain on his name or simply not useful to him since you couldn't be Robin- so you remained quiet, a good kid with high grades, because what else could you do in their eyes besides dream and learn?
You didn't remain quiet when Bruce mentioned that a team of pilots and a spaceship crew would be at the next gala. You begged for an hour straight, almost cried, and when he gave in, you sure did- in the coziness of your own room.
On the day of the gala, you dusted off a dress you bought out of pure spite, expensive and too showy for the graduation party your school had planned- you fully wanted to sneak out and just catch a taxi or get a bolt to your school since Bruce forbade you from going, but when the day came you were simply crying too much due to overhearing tit bits of Jason arguing with Bruce about you.
So your day was spent in your room, doing your hair, having a mental breakdown over your eyeliner being sisters, not twins, and you felt amazing- until Bruce stared you down. He was biting his tongue to not cry, he still sees you as the little tween, and seeing you all dolled up made him realize how fast time passed. To you, he seemed utterly disappointed. And an argument almost broke when he refused to let you use your cane, insisting on the wheelchair. He won. For now.
You were on a mission, and a wheelchair won't stop you, not when you'd be so close to your dream- you just didn't expect to meet your dream while Ivy was attacking. Alas- you stole the spaceship Bruce was presenting as a something-something for the Justice League - you didn't care, you just wanted to pilot the babe.
When his voice came through the coms of the spaceships, you did panic, your replies being grunts and hums, and as they complimented you, you felt vindicated- finally, you couldn't wait to see their faces when they realized it was you who learned in second how to maneuver this beauty through Ivy's attacks, that it was you using the weapons on her plants to get them out of trouble.
Ivy wasn't having it. Her anger and desperation only fueled her powers, and as she took care of the bats, for now, she refocused her full attention on the airship. Attack after attack, you evaded and shot, but one vine came down hard on the tail of the craft, taking the wing out with the engine.
The craft was built to withstand a crash, the interior was made to move as little as possible during such a scenario, and the belts were made to hold tight. Anyone else would have gotten some ugly bruises, but anyone else didn't count for someone with brittle bones.
The crash didn't kill you, the broken spine and punctured lungs from the jolt of the impact and hold of the belt did. It was slow and painful, but you couldn't be happier in your last moment.
The family was in ruins.
They didn't sleep that night... or the one after. Everyone felt guilty to some extent, like they could have done more, better, but Bruce knew you would have stolen the ship either way, your diary said as much. You wanted to prove to him and the others you could do it- could be the best at anything you put your mind up to- and you were. You were amazing, your laughter through the coms will be a memory he'll hold dear to his heart. He wished he had said that while he could.
Dick was punching his way through dummies when he wasn't lethargic, while Jason simply locked himself in his apartment, drowning into his own sorrow. Tim and Cassandra busied themselves with anything they could, anything that would distract them from the need to cry, and Damian was close to stealing your corpse and throwing you in the pit- Alfred decided to sedate them- slightly-, what really put them to sleep was the cuddle pile as they watched movies they took from your room.
When they woke up, they did so in their own rooms, deciding to just lie in their own beds for the day, not quite having it in them to get up... Everyone but Tim, who got up to steal the coffee pot.
The young man stopped dead in his track as he saw your disheveled self eating breakfast. He did something he's only done while severely sleep deprived. Passed out. Your mouth hung open as he made impact with the floor, and all you could do was yell for Alfred with worry.
It’s Okay to Not Be Okay ~Motherly!Lady Lesso xFem ill!Student!Reader
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Warnings: fluff, sickness, caring, comforting, etc.
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You lay in bed since the weekend, sick as a dog, when there was a knock on your door.
“Come in…” you croaked.
The door opened and in walked none other than Professor Lesso. You immediately sat up and cleared your throat.
“Professor Lesso…!” You croaked.
The woman came up to you and placed her hand up to silence you.
“You’re obviously losing your voice, don’t speak unless you really must.” She said matter of factly.
You smiled and nodded in understanding.
Thank you.
“You weren’t in my class and I heard that you were absent from your other classes as well…” Professor Lesso explained, “I assumed something was the matter, so I wanted to come check on you.”
You blushed lightly at her concern. You nodded in recognition of her words.
Thank you
“Well, You’re obviously sick…” She sighed, “When did this start?”
“Weekend…” you whispered in your hoarse tone, wincing lightly as your sickly pain.
Lesso nodded in understanding. Her eyes softened at your wince.
“May I sit?”
You nodded. The dean then sat at the edge of the bed.
“I can go to the pharmacy and get you some medicine…” she offered gently.
You nodded once more.
Thank you…
The woman then delicately cleared your stray hairs from your face and tucked them behind your ear.
“It looks painful…” she mused aloud.
“It is…” you whispered, a tear rolling down your face.
Professor Lesso wiped the tear away and nodded slowly.
“I’ll make sure to inform the staff that you’ll be out for a little bit.” She hummed softly.
You nodded again.
Thank you
“I’ll go to the pharmacy, then I’ll come back and check on you.”
Eddie watching his hyper!fem/gn! girlfriend get off in her wheelchair
You and Eddie were playing video games in the living room, and you get overly excited when he lets you win.
But, then again, there’s alot of times your excitement turns into horniness
You’ve been jumping at the explosion sounds on the tv when you’d get a kill; he’s used to it so he thinks nothing of it. he loves it, as always
Reminder each kill excites you..so that’s twice the neediness
You’ve been bouncing and wiggling continuously in your wheelchair for the past 7 minutes, Eddie’s kept count
He says nothing, you’re so engorged in the game, you’re unaware he’s sitting closer to you, watching you.
Watching your face, your body language, your breathing.. your thighs
He knows what this this
You’re grinding on the cushion of your seat.
The wheels on your wheelchair keep inching back and forth. It’s the first and obvious sign of what you’re doing
“You okay baby? good game?”
He knows the difference between excitement and when you’re excited and horny
Did i mention, because you’re naturally hyper, you’ll fuck twice as fast
“Yes Eddie!! Oh my god look— at my kill mhm!” you say shaking rapidly
he gently places his hand on your thigh, “yeah?”—
—“Oh ff-uck, oh my god, look look” you say referring to your last kill, trying to cover up the fact that you just came grinding your cunt on your seat
the way your shoulders slump and he can see the way you’re trying to keep your breath steady; it won’t work because he can literally feel the pace of your heart
“Did that feel good?” he grins
Your eyes widen about to act clueless, “what are you—? ..yeah”
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- this may sound odd to some but, as a person with disabilities I thought hey? We deserve some recognition too right? We get horny just as much as the next person🤷🏽♀️
Summary: Reader has caught a flu and Legolas becomes her unofficial caretaker, the situation is filled with a few mixed feelings from the reader.
Requested by @bookworm199
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(Y/n) sneezed abruptly. She reached for a tissue, avoiding Legolas's worried stares. He had been giving her them all morning, though every time he questioned her she replied with a quick 'I am fine'. Obviously, that was not enough for the Woodland Prince, so he went to drastic measures - personally calling a healer while persuading his love to wait in bed for the rest of the day.
"Legolas, for the umpteenth time, I am fine." (Y/n) said, crossing her arms.
Legolas gently touched her forehead with his backhand, expression deepening with worry. "You are burning up, my love."
(Y/n) lightly swatted his hand away, pouring like a small child. She immediately stopped, feeling a strange impulse. Reaching for another tissue, she fell into another coughing fit. Legolas sprung into action, walking up to fill a glass of water and swiftly returning to his seated position on their bed. (Y/n) drank the liquid, mumbling a quiet thank you.
"The healer was supposed to be here moments ago." Legolas grumbled. Was the love of his life's wellbeing not dire enough? He thought with irritation.
(Y/n) sniffed quietly, growing drowsy. She wanted to busy herself with a daily task, not wallow in bed feeling physically weak and ill. If it weren't for the irritation in her throat or the stuffiness of her sinuses. Not to mention the throbbing that plagued her head.
She tried to explain to Legolas that she had only caught a mere common flu. But obviously, he didn't care if it was common (mostly always among humans), and chose to skip his duties and watch her every move and impulse. It wasn't that she didn't find his protectiveness and smothering heartwarming, it was sometimes just unnecessary. Without a second thought, he abandonded his responsibilities to tend to her poorly ridden state, and that to her, was an unnecessary act. Did he enjoy the vunerability of her state and taking heed to her issues in this situation? Or was he merely inexperienced in the field of caretaking and thought smothering was the solution? Both thoughts were rather touching to think about, and whether any of them were true of not, (Y/n) still ended up smiling lovingly at the fact that she somehow ended up with an Ellon as loving and caring as her Prince. Perhaps it was her who was acting unnecessary...
"Feeling better?" Legolas asked, aiding the soreness that claimed her head with a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"You make everything better." (Y/n) said, easing herself into Legolas's arms. She couldn't help but feel a slight guilt, thinking moments back on her cold and unwanting attitude towards him. Perhaps it was because he'd never dealt with her in such a way, or the other way around. 'Perhaps you are just so full of pride...' (Y/n) thought with a sigh.
"I am sorry for my attempts at pushing you away and being unpleasent in general. You have been with me from the moment I felt unwell, willingly providing and caring for me in a sincerity that nobody has ever held for me...and I am just now realizing how awful I am being when all you want is to help." She spoke, through the sore and raspiness of her throat.
"I know you mean no harm, and sour attitude or not, I am always going to be here for you wheter you like it or not." Legolas said, rubbing comforting circles onto her upper back.
"And as for your behavour, melamin, I read in a book reguarding information of illnesses that irritability is a common symptom of a flu."
(Y/n) released the mix of a scoff and a laugh, sinking in the comfort of Legolas's chest.
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"I would not risk leaving this room, as it would only delay the healing process and possibly spread the illness. Be sure to drink plenty of water, and take a warm bath with a cool cloth to the forehead to ease the chilling sweats you have been feeling." The healer finished, after giving (Y/n) and Legolas directions on properly aiding a flu.
After the Healer left, moments later (Y/n) recieved another headache, yet this time the light only caused the pain to heighten. Legolas sealed the windows with the drapes, blocking the light from entering through them. They laid in their shared bed, snuggling and listening to eachothers breathing.
A chilling thought stuck (Y/n) in the dark. What if something unthinkable did happen? What if the illness only grew worse? (Y/n)'s head began pounding harder, as did her heart.
"Feeling better?" Legolas quietly said. (Y/n) embraced the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest as she laid her head upon it, nestling into his warmth. Only Legolas could tear away the fears and unwelcoming thoughts formed in the dark. If anything were to happen, Legolas would be there, and that was all the reassuring she needed.
(Y/n) closed her eyes, tightening her hold on the Prince. "Better." she whispered with a small smile.
A/n - YALL I WROTE SOMETHING. WOOOOOO!!!!!! Soz for taking an eternity and a half to update, but I finally moved and I have all of August to write and finish some other requests!!!! StAY tuNeD.
You blearily cracked open your eyes, the morning sun seemed blindingly bright, making you squint into the bedroom that you shared with newt, as heat racked through you, hair sticking to the back of your neck with cold sweat.
As you pushed your damp hair off of your clammy forehead, a searing pain jolted through your abdomen, making you curl up, attempting to hold yourself together.
A small whimper escaped your lips, as the agonising pain refused to pass. At the sound newt hurriedly entered your bedroom, his handsome face crumpled with concern, as he crouched by the bedside, pushing the hair from your paled face. “sweetheart, what’s wrong?’ he asked gently, sea green eyes filled with anxiety.
Reluctantly opening your mouth to speak, fearing that you might be sick, you mumbled your complaints, as he stroked comforting circles at the base of your back, his brow furrowed in thought, as you explained your pain.
“hang on love, I’ll be two ticks’ placing a quick kiss to your burning forehead, before disappearing out of your bedroom to goodness knows where, as you stayed curled into yourself, missing newts soothing touch.
Before long newt tentatively made his way back into the bedroom, tea tray in hand, laden with several tiny bottles of brightly coloured potions, all tickling together with each soft step that he took, a tall glass of water, condensation dripping down the sides, a hot water bottle, your favourite mug filled with steaming tea, and a few biscuits. You gave him a loving smile, as he settled himself on the bed, handing you the potions along with the water, ‘sorry they taste awful’ he mumbled as you scrunched up your face at the foul taste, before taking a sip of the cool water, letting it wash the taste away.
He pulled you into his lap, making you wince with the pain of the movement, which he apologized for with a gentle kiss to your temple. “if this isn’t better by tomorrow, I’ll owl the healer, no arguing misses.’ He warned as you meekly opened your mouth to disagree, instead snuggling into his warm comforting embrace.
Request: Hey I've been having pain all day and was wondering if you could write a super fluffy newt imagine where he comforts the reader. Thank you in advance and I love your writing
I hope that you’re feeling better today my lovely.
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You had woken early after a disturbed night sleep, a slight ache in your side. Blaming your poor sleeping position, you tried to shake it off and get on with your day. Helping newt with the creatures, only the pain wasn’t easing with movement, as it usually would.
You could see the concern on newts face, though he wouldn’t press you for details, knowing that you would come to him when you were ready. Still you could feel his gaze returning to you, every so often, making sure that you were alright, it brought a fond smile to your lips.
As you stretched, trying to reach the mooncalfs at the very back of their little herd. You were suddenly hit with a searing pain in your side, as if somebody was sinking a dull knife through your flesh. Newt hurried over to you, his keen ears picking up your restrained whimper of pain, ‘are you alright love? Can I get you anything?’ he asked his handsome face full of concern, as he gingerly removed your hands from your side, so that he could try and see what was causing you so much pain.
You shuck your head, a strained smile on your deathly pale cheeks. Ignoring your protests, Newt bundled you up ever so gently, and brought you back to the work shed, grabbing a pain relief potion, as he went, before taking you upstairs.
He lay you down on the sofa, before he began bustling about, mumbling to himself about tea, muscle strain and you were sure you heard him say something about vanishing sickness, as he wondered into the kitchen of your shared cottage.
You were trying to take calming breaths, when newt came back, tea tray in hand, setting it down on the coffee table, before he passed you a hot cup of sweet tea, as he sat himself gently by your side.
“drink up, love. There’s a dash of pain relief in there. It should kick in soon.’ He murmured sweetly as he pushed the hair from your clammy forehead, a reassuring smile on his face.
He continued to draw soothing patterns across the soft skin of your arm, as you sipped your tea.
Ever so slowly, the pain your side began to peel away, leaving you utterly drained. Newt’s soft murmuring and gentle stroking of your hair wasn’t really helping your sleepy situation, as your eyes began to droop slightly.
“it’s alright love, you go to sleep. Hopefully the pain will have eased when you wake up.’
Newt bent down, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, ‘thank you’ you managed to whisper slightly groggily, your breath tickling his freckle spattered skin, before you drifted off into a peaceful dreamless sleep.
