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A Bumpy Ride

PAIRING: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

WC: 2742

SYNOPSIS: First, your dinner plans get cancelled, then a villain attacks your train ride home. God, today kinda sucks.

WARNINGS: Villain attack, violence, swearing (bakugo is there so i feel like that’s a given, but i’ll put it anyways), Mentions of injury/slight gore, simp midoriya (what’s new).

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You stood on the 6 o’clock train with your left hand clutching the handle that hung from the ceiling. As it was the evening train, there were only about 8 people in your vicinity. The floor rattled under your feet with the turns, and each body shifted with its strong movements. You pulled your phone out, and read the messages with a smitten smile. (you’re such a sucker for him.)

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Izuku <3

Sorry I can’t make it to dinner tonight, but I’ll be home as soon as possible! Wait up for me, I��ll grab takeout on the way home from patrol. :)

Thanks izu <3, I'm on the train home from work right now, and I’m gonna stop for cat food. Do you want me to grab anything for you from the market?

Stop distracting him, you shithead extra

heyyy katsuki :))

Die

no u

Sorry N/N!! Kacchan got my phone again. I have to go, but stay up, I will make it worth your while ;) !! I love you!

haha I love you too, stay safe izu.

Stay safe yourself, N/N :)

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Things between you and Izuku have been going strong for about two years now. It was honestly wonderful. He always made sure to make extra time for you, especially when plans got canceled because of emergencies like this one. Dating as a hero can be difficult, but he makes sure that you’re aware how much of a priority you are to him.

He had gotten called in as extra force on patrol due to recent rumors of a large villain attack. So, he had to begrudgingly cancel your dinner plans.

You and Izuku met waaayy back when you both attended UA. You were not really cut out for hero work, but your affinity for technology allowed you to make top of the line gadgets for them! The support course was where Midoriya spoke to you for the first time. He stuttered over himself to ask if you could repair a piece of his suit. It was all uphill from there. Now, you help build tools, gadgets and suits working as a mechanic for a hero agency in downtown Tokyo.

Both of you working at nearby hero agencies definitely has its perks. Oftentimes, you see each other on the job, you almost always have a ride to work, and can sympathize with each other's work problems. Izuku values you like the Earth values the sun. fan behavior tbh. He couldn’t imagine a world without you in it, and each day he strives to treat you right. Such a softie.

So here you stood, adjusting your grip on the train handle and on your way to the market. You had a single earbud in and you were blasting music, tapping your finger to the beat. You scrolled through social media trying to pass the time, when the train suddenly jostled and the lights flickered. Your head snapped up and your grip tightened onto the handle. People began to frantically murmur and the emergency lights flashed on.

Uh. what the hell?

The train heavily shook once more.

Shit! What is that? An Earthquake?!

Unfortunately, your question was answered. On the outside of the train was a large tentacle that wrapped itself around the train car you were inside of. People began screaming, shaking and crying as the car of your train was disconnected from the track. You pulled up Izuku’s contact as the train was jostled around.

Calling Izuku <3….. Call Declined.

You know keeps his phone off whenever he’s on patrol, but hell it’s worth a shot.

Calling Izuku <3….. Call Declined.

‘Shit. Come on Izuku. I need you right now.’

Calling Katsuki…..

‘Come on Come on Come on.’

Accepted.

“What the hell are-”

“Katsuki! There’s a villain on th- AH SHIT”

The villain turned the car on its side, and people began to grip their seats, handles or poles in order to stop themselves from sliding down to the bottom. You held dangling from the handle and propped your legs against the car’s ceiling in order to become steady. You heard one of the children on the train begin to cry.

“What? Hell, hang on Y/N. We will get you out of there. DEKU!”

“Katsuki, I need- AH!”

The handle couldn’t hold the weight of your suspended body and tore from the ceiling. You dropped your phone somewhere and fell to the bottom of the car. You spun around midair so it was your back that slammed against the metal door, taking the brute of the fall. However, that didn’t stop you from hitting your head against the small window at the top, shattering it, but not breaking through.

With vertigo clouding your senses, you tried to sit up, but the shaking of the train car made it near impossible. Your eyes shook and your head pounded. You felt a stickiness cover your fingers and clump your hair together.

Damn. I was having a good hair day too. What a bummer. Oh also the fact the train is IN THE FUCKING AIR RIGHT NOW.

The villain peered inside of the window. He observed each of his victims meticulously, and with a curl of his lip, he began to shake the train once more, causing you to smack against the ceiling and land on your forearms with a groan. Tomorrow is going to hurt.

This was the first good look you got at the villain. He was someone you’d never seen before, skinny, very tall, a mess of dirty red hair sat on his head and eyes that pierced red and induced fear in whoever fell under their gaze. He was scarred up and he had a sadistic smile on his face. Oh, he also had eight MASSIVE black tentacles sprouted from his sides.

The other members of the train lay strewn about on the seats. Two teenage boys were flopped over the seats, the metal arm resting uncomfortably under one’s torso. The younger girl who was with them was clutching her knees as tears streamed down her face. C’mon man. They’re just kids.Two middle aged women held onto each other on the floor of the train. An older gentleman who sat next to his wife reached his arm out to help you. He opened his mouth but before he could speak, the villain began his monologue. ugh.

“Each of you represents something more than what you are.”

Oh brother.

“Today you symbolize the faults of the beloved, pathetic heroes in our city.”

Your head throbbed and you sat up, pressing yourself against the wall. You closed your eyes as you involuntarily listened to this asshole rant.

“The heroes failed me time and again. And today, they will fail you.”

“Please sir, I-I have grandchildren at home.” The elderly man quivered.

“I don’t believe I care. You have the ability to be much more significant to me.”

His tentacles moved so he was right outside the door you were leaning on. You tried to ignore your probably concussed pounding head and swiftly slid away from the door as he ripped it off of the car.

“Hello, dear,” The villain said to the little girl as she quivered. She looked up at him. Her brother stepped in front of her. “You know, I always wanted children. However, I was unable to after your pathetic heroes failed to save me, leaving me mutilated and ugly.” He motioned to a scar on his face.

“Maybe you can’t get a girlfriend because you trap innocent people on trains. Leave my sister alone. She’s just a kid.” The aforementioned teenager only looked about 14. However, he shakily stood in front of her and put his arm out. “She didn’t do anything wrong!”

Awe. He’s kinda like young Izuku.

The villain glared daggers as his face morphed into a look of disgust. One of his tentacles moved to violently grab at the boy.

“Oy!” You yelled. “Pick on someone your own size you Ursula knock off.” His head snapped in your direction.

“Tch.” He reached towards you and grabbed your lanyard around your neck that held your keys. “Of course.” He motioned to the logo of your hero agency. “The mouthy ones always work for scum.”

One of his slimy black tentacles slid towards you and wrapped itself around your neck, lifting you off the ground. You choked out a gasp and your hands clawed at the appendage in a futile attempt to get free.

Black spotted around your vision.

“Awe. Not so mouthy now, are you sweetheart?”

You felt the pressure from the tentacle stopping air from flowing through and your arms slowly began to give up, falling as you lost consciousness.

Fuck, help.

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“OY!” Katsuki said, jogging to catch up with the green themed hero. He looked at his phone and saw the call with Y/N.

L/N Y/N……. Call Disconnected.

“Shit.”

“What-“

“No time, Y/N’s in danger.”

Their earpieces went off simultaneously.

bzz. “Villain with an octopus quirk currently attacking the 6:00 PM Train in Tokyo.” bzz.

‘No.’ Midoriya thought. He immediately began running towards the scene, Bakugo following close behind.

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Green lightning surrounded Deku as he pounced from building to building, begging time to slow down enough for him to catch up to you.

He continued on his way, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios about your state. Landing on the rooftop across from the train tracks, he was about to jump right in, when a thick glove grabbed his shoulder.

“Keep your head on straight, or you will be taken off this, Deku.” Bakugo said.

Izuku didn’t say anything.

“We will get her out of there, but you need to stay level headed or more people will get hurt, including her. Don’t be an idiot.”

He reluctantly nods in response. He knows Bakugo is right, he just can’t seem to push down the anxiety that this situation is causing. He took a breath, pushed back his hair, and assessed the situation in front of him.

The villain stood in the middle of the train car with a few of his long tentacles harshly grasping onto the outside of the train and pressed against a nearby building to hold it steady above the tracks. The man was inside, bending over to speak to a quivering little girl, and you! You were sitting on the ground with your head back against a wall.

“We have to get that train car stabilized. If we go in and take him down it will fall with the civilians still inside.” Bakugo said, crossing his arms.

The young boy stepped in front of the little girl and held out a protective arm in front of her and said something that the heroes couldn’t make out.

“I’m not sure how we’re supposed to do that, we are already so short handed.” Izuku said. “I think our best bet is to get the civilians out first. They’re the priority.”

Bakugo glares in Deku’s direction.

“If we screw up, the train falls and kills those people and potentially hurts more. Wait for backup.” He says.

Midoriya clenches his fists, but agrees. That is, until the villain wraps his tentacle around your throat.

“Y/N!” Izuku watches as the color slips from your cheeks and your arms go limp. Bakugo’s eyes go wide, and he doesn’t stop Deku from jumping in your direction. But Midoriya would never risk your life. So his eyes dart around the scene and he shifts his direction to the ground directly underneath the train car. He calculates his timing, and pulls back his fist. He directs his arm at the large slimy tentacle that was propping the car up from the ground, and with green lightning and a resolved “SMASH!”, he hit the tentacle.

Immediately after the stabilization of the train car had been tampered with, Deku shot up in the air to meet it. He flattened his palms against the bottom, and albeit shakily, he softened the collision of the car enough for everyone inside to only be shaken.

After he set the car back onto the tracks, Katsuki jumped to the car.

“Well that was dangerous.” Katsuki muttered.

In retaliation to the two heroes approach, the villain wrapped two of his tentacles around the teenage passengers.

“Let the kids go, asshole.” Katsuki said, eyeing the inside of the train car for any advantage he could take over this guy.

“Ah, Pro-Hero Dynamite! What a pleasure.” Katsuki quirked (haha get it) an eyebrow, and made eye contact with him.

“Cut the bullshit. What do you want?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Ever the conversationalist, Dynamite. I want the world to stop their baseless devotion to pathetic heroes. like you.” He spat out his words with venom. He tightened his tentacle around the torsos of the boys.

Deku slid in behind Bakugo, and tried to keep a calm, strong glare at the villain, but his eyes kept shifting to your figure. You were still unconscious on the ground. That is not good for someone who is possibly concussed.

“Tch. What do you think this will do? Villains do worse than this every day, and lose. This is baseless.”

“I will be the outlier.”

“Put the kids down.” Midoriya said.

“Ah, the number one hero. The day has come in which I will ruin the high ground that allows- why do you keep looking at her?” this villain is such an attention whore. Midoriya’s breath caught in his throat. He swallowed.

‘Dammit. My attention was split. C’mon Deku! Rookie mistake.’

“She’s the most injured. She takes precedence.”

The villain looked at Deku with a glare that shot down all of Midoriya’s efforts. He’s not buying it. In order to direct his thinking, Deku stepped forward.

“Let the civilians go, your problem is with us, not them.” He put his hands out.

The villain let out a low, psychotic laugh, invoking fear.

“The virtuous hero makes a valiant effort to sacrifice himself for their precious civilians. Tch.”

“It’s our job. Protecting them because they haven’t done anything wrong.” Dynamite said.

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG EITHER! I had a good life. A stable job, a fiancé I made the mistake of idolizing the likes of you. But all that went away once you heroes failed to do your job.”

His grip tightened around the boys.

“Put them down now!” Katsuki reeled back, ready to throw a punch at the villain.

“No.” He pulled his tentacles tighter. “Look at this. We have an audience!” He smiled at the media outlets that were recording from a safe distance outside the train. “This will be perf-”

While he had his head turned, Katsuki jumped at the villain, taking him off guard. He hit him with a solid right hook, used his foot to launch himself off the ground, swung his leg around the villains head and kicked downward. The villain’s head hit the metal with a resounding ‘donk!’ and was reduced to unconsciousness.

That was so anticlimactic. What the hell.

You groaned as Midoriya lifted you onto his back in a piggy-back style encouraging the young girl to follow, as she luckily didn’t have any immediate injuries. Bakugo took the two boys and assisted the women off. Midoriya stood at the bottom and helped the remaining car members off the track first, and then ran you over to a paramedic.

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The next morning, you finally got dismissed by the paramedics with strict instructions of bed rest. Izuku insisted on taking care of you, and the coddling this man can do.

Since your apartment was only a couple blocks away, you had permission to walk. Izuku was not a fan of you moving in any way that can result in injury. Therefore, he held all of your belongings, from your backpack to your wallet, he didn’t want an ounce of weight for you to carry.

“How are you feeling?” He said with a tinge of pity.

“Izu, I already told you! I am just a bit sore. You heard what the doctor said, bed rest is just a precaution. I will be okay my love.” You put a hand against his face.

When you arrived at your shared apartment, he hurried to the stairs in order to help you each step of the way. He opened the door for you and help you up past the final step. You smiled and laughed a bit him.

“Oh my god! Wait Izuku.” Alarms rang off in his head and he began frantically searching you for injuries.

“What? Did I hurt you when I helped you up? I’m so sorry Y/-”

“No! Izuku nothing like that.” You grabbed his hands. “But yesterday I never got to go to the market, we still need cat food. Don’t take the train.” You lightly hit him on the chest. “Have fun!”

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A/N: Yeah, I rewatched Bullet Train again which inspired the train crash, and I feel like there’s not enough Midoriya stuff out there. I’m getting back into my bnha phase with this one but that’s okay- also guys keep your eyes peeled for a new Katsuki Bakugo x Reader series! Cant wait for this, thanks for reading! <3

#my hero academia #izuku midoryia x you #izuku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #bnha #fluff #angst #katsukibakugou #izukumidoriya #ua #deku #deku fluff

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lovelywritersgarden · 1 year

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hiii, i hope you are doing well! Can you do a little headcanon thing or a little drabble with Damian Wayne (robin) with a little sibling reader? Thank you!

DAMIAN WAYNE OLDER BROTHER HCS

PAIRING: GN!Reader x Platonic!OlderBro!Damian

SYNOPSIS: Damian gets a younger sibling, chaos ensues

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When Damian heard he wasn’t the only accidental child he was not thrilled.

Kinda pissed u exist tbh. He’s a territorial dude.

and then you toddled into the batcave and all that went out the window.

the minute Bruce said “big brother” you wrapped your arms around his legs.

he is stoic at first kinda frozen in place

ur so small he doesn’t want to hurt you on accident

but you look up at him with a small “hi”

then he loses it, goodbye ‘tough guy’ act

naturally he thinks you need to be immediately trained, so he gives you one of his old katanas

you are literally five so you don’t know wtf to do with it and probably drop it

he still tries, but fails and ultimately watches a disney movie w you

BatBabysitter™

and whenever you cry? alarms go off in his head and he freaks out

he starts frantically looking for danger and then when you’re just tired or hungry or something he is quick to gather his wits and find a solution

but if you scraped your knee or got hurt he gets freakishly protective and patches you up giving a lecture on danger and how safety is important

fights his brothers on who the favorite is

even though he literally gave u a katana like 30 seconds ago

you’re SOOO spoiled when ur with him you get everything you want so fast

u literally just have to give him puppy dog eyes and he is on the floor

“they can’t have another cookie Damian” “but they said please”

people are freaked out when they see how sweet he is with you

like when jason saw you and damian holding hands or him helping you up and being gentle jason was so confused “??? wtf demon spawn”

damian will glare at him and if looks could kill, yeesh

naps with you>>>>>

catch damian always calling dick or alfred when he’s unsure ab something

and whenever you start going to school??? blasphemy

definitely wants to meet all of your teachers

“why is that necessary i can teach them” “no you can’t”

definition of side eye

he pouts when you go to school- and more so when you have a good time

jealousy jealousy

he doesn’t like not seeing you as often

tells you if you were to ever get bullied he wouldn’t hesitate to beat up a child

you’re like :0

patrolling extra to keep gotham as safe as possible for you

if you ever were to be in actual danger, he would get dangerous

like if you got kidnapped or something he would be completely irrational and violent

when he finds out it was some thugs that just want ransom money he beats the ever loving crap out of them

once you get back he is so soft w you

doesn’t want you going back to school again

“they’re fine, damian, school is important” “liar”

eventually gives in but he’s pissed ab it

as you grow up he still thinks of you as a kid

it’s kinda annoying tbh

your first date???

damian is PISSED, and he’s not exactly good at verbally expressing his feelings so instead he GLARES at the person who asked you out or who you asked out

he does not want you dating anyone

“no” “damian, i’m 15” “i know how old you are that means nothing, this is a betrayal”

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A/N: i love Damian sm. he’s such a secret softie. he holds my heart. also first hc post!! thanks for the request, i hope you liked it <3

#batfam #batsibling #damian al ghul #damian wayne fluff #damian wayne x you #batman #damian wayne imagine #batfamily #dick grayson

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lovelywritersgarden · 1 year

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Hi! i wanted to request a batfam where the reader is the youngest batsibling (maybe 14-15) and is nervous to introduce their first bf or gf to her family. they are all really confused why she's so nervous until they meet readers partner and realise they're the child of one of the gotham villains. eventually they realise that readers partner isn't evil like their parent(s).

Azalea Isley

WC: 2405

SYNOPSIS: Your girlfriend comes from different circumstances. You just hope your adopted family will look past her not-so-perfect family and open their minds. Maybe a flower can survive in a batcave? heh. maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

Pairings: GN!Reader x OC, GN!Batsib!Reader x Batfamily

Azalea Isley, or Zales, as you call her, has been your girlfriend for one year, two months and six days. You met back when you were 13 while on patrol. You ran into her when looking for her mother, Pamela Isley, aka, Poison Ivy.

“Robin, search the North wing, S/N, take the South. I’m going to scout the middle. Ivy is tricky and has eyes everywhere. Stay vigilant and stay on comms.” Batman bluntly ordered.

After escaping Arkham Asylum, rumors of Ivy’s whereabouts were spreading like fire, er uh, forest fire. People were saying she had been spotted hiding out at her old workplace; The Gotham Botany Preserve. It’s abandoned now, but naturally, it was your job to investigate.

You discreetly made your way to the South wing, feet silently walking as you listened for any signs of Ivy’s presence. You made your way down the cathedral-like hallway. The cascading walls were covered in thick, dark green vines climbed up towards the ceiling, and weaved around the stained glass windows that lined the hall. A yellow hue of light came from the door that sat slightly ajar at the end of the hall. You saw a shadow fall over the crack in the door, so you pressed yourself against the wall and held your breath.

“I’ve got movement.” You whispered into your comm.

“I have eyes on Ivy.” Damian said. “Someone else must be here.”

“S/N, do not engage. We don’t know who or what that is. Fallback.”

“Okay. On my way to your location now.” Curiosity got the better of you and your actions contradicted your words. Bummer for Batman ig. You slowly pushed the door open and looked around. The abandoned greenhouse had been turned into a make-shift bedroom. Beautiful fully bloomed Bougainvillea spiraled down the pointed ceiling and sporadically grew against the green glass. Leaves littered the floor and petals fell as the door shook some of the vines. Honey yellow lanterns hung on the walls giving a golden warmth to the room, and a small bed was to your left, tucked away.

“Woah…” Your hands unconsciously dropped from their defensive form.

Letting your guard down, what a rookie mistake. Hard vines wrapped around your body and pulled you off the ground. You let out a yelp as your legs were pulled above your head and suspended you above the ground. The vines tied your arms against your sides and held your legs together, completely eliminating movement. You groaned as the blood rushed to your face.

‘Damn Batman would kick my ass if he found out that I disobeyed a direct order, AND got my ass kicked by some foliage while doing so. i kinda deserve this tbh.’ You thought.

Out of the shadows, stepped a young girl. She was about your age, roughly 5’ 6” and was beautiful. So beautiful that even the most thorough words on a page would be far too simple to describe the way she lit up a room. She had dark fuchsia hair that cascaded down her shoulders and fell to the middle of her back. Her green eyes and pale complexion matched that of her mother.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Her hands were shaking, as if they didn’t hold immense power. Still, she was scared of you. She wasn’t used to this by any means. She avoided conflict and violence as much as possible. Her mother hid her away, not that she wanted to leave. She was Rapunzel and wanted to stay Rapunzel. Though, her mother never lied to her about the horrors outside. Call it what you will, Stockholm syndrome, fear, truth, at the end of the day Azalea Isley didn’t like people.

But eh. Who cares? You had a smart mouth and beautiful women oftentimes made you run it as much as possible. You took a breath and began speaking calmly as to not startle her.

“My name is S/N. I am a hero. What’s your name?”

“You lie.” She spat. ‘oh’

“S/N is not a real name. Tell me the truth.” The vines tightened around you. You gasped out.

“I can’t tell you my name! Don’t your parents give you rules you can’t break? This is one of mine.” She contemplated your words.

“As you decide if I’m lying or not, could you loosen these? I'm dyin’ here.” She swallowed and reluctantly loosened the vines, but kept you hanging.

“I am Azalea.”

“Like the flower?” She gave you a pointed look. “Right. Sorry, dumb question.” Her face relaxed into a small smile.

“Momma says there’s no such thing as a dumb question. Only dumb people.”

“Ivy? Yeah, that’s fair. Will you let me down?”

“No.” She came closer to you and began feeling your face and hair.

“That’s fine.” You replied, your voice coming to a whisper.

“I have not met a person like you before, S/N. You’re very warm, and your face is turning pink.”

“That’s normal, don't worry.” Your eyes met hers with a stupid grin.

Since then, you have met in secret every couple of days, both of your parents staying somewhat oblivious to your secret romance. Today was the day you decided your ruse needed to come to light.

Ow.

Your teeth bit through the skin on your lip. The anxiety of the entire evening was eating you alive. Your knee bounced under the table your family sat around in silence and anticipation.

“So, Y/N.” Bruce began. “Any specific reason you wanted this family meeting?”

Your eyes shot up to meet your adoptive father. You took a breath and decided it was best to be as blunt as possible.

“I have a girlfriend.” You crossed your arms. Your brothers held onto the silence for another beat.

“Oh it’s about time.” Jason said. “We’ve been waiting for you to come clean for like a year.” Your chest released the tension it held, and your face lost its color.

“What?! You knew?” Your eyes widened. How much did they know?

“Yeah, we kind of figured, N/N.” Tim said. You quirked an eyebrow. He shrugged. “Sneaking out without notice is hard to do in a family like ours. But we also figured you’d tell us when you were ready.” You nodded. They still don’t know though. Or they’re just being really cool. Nah, the batfam? No way.

“I invited her over for dinner tonight. I want you guys to meet her.” You fiddled with a leather bracelet. “I want you to have an open mind when you meet her.”

“Of course we will.” Dick said, putting a comforting hand over yours. You averted your gaze from the group as he held your hand.

“She means a lot to me.” cliché

A few hours later, you were getting dressed. Zales didn’t have a phone, but you knew she was coming. You buttoned up your shirt and ran a hand over your face. Please go well. In all honesty, you knew it probably wouldn’t go well. But hey! What’s life without risk, eh?

The table was set and you made your way towards the foyer to meet Azalea.

She rang the doorbell, and diligent as ever, Alfred opened the door with a knowing smile to welcome her in.

“Hello Miss Azalea, and Welcome to Wayne Manor. We have been expecting you-“

“Zales!!” You ran around Alfred, enveloping your girlfriend in a hug. She laughed, and hugged you back.

She pulled away, but continued to hold your hand. She can feel your anxiety flowing off of you in waves. She turned back towards Alfred.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Pennyworth. I am sorry sweet Y/N here seems to get a bit too ahead of themselves sometimes.”

Alfred nodded, softly smiled and guided the two of you to the dining room. Azalea looked around at the grand manor. The wooden paneling that neatly lined up with the pristine carpet that was cleaned especially well in order to welcome a new guest courtesy of Alfred. <3 Talk about marrying into the right family.

“Allow me to fetch the others.” Alfred said before politely exiting.

She grabbed your hand.

“Regardless of what happens my love, it is all going to be okay.” You nodded.

As you reassured each other, a crash was heard from the other room. You cringed and the voices of your brother’s bickering rang out.

“Shut up replacement, outta my way before you get smacked the fuck up.” Jason began.

“You irk me.” Tim crossed his arms in a pout.

“Both of you, be quiet.” Bruce said, crossing the hallway to enter the room. As the five men looked up, you and Azalea stood. You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hi.” Azalea said, riddled with nerves.

“Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian,” You began, pointing each one out to her, “this is Azalea,”

“Isley, right?” Bruce said. His gaze hardened and his jaw clenched. The renowned Batman Glare™ didn’t make Azalea back down. She knew what she was getting herself into. So instead, she stood tall.

“Yes, Isley. My mother is Poison Ivy.” After another glaring standoff, Jason suddenly broke the silence with boisterous laughter.

“YES! This is so golden.” He reached a hand out to Zales. “Jason Todd, pleasure to meet you. I am the household headache.” Tension slightly died down in Azalea’s shoulders, she laughed and took his hand.

You loved Jason. He was an arrogant, loud, shoot-first-think-later person, but he was the most loyal person you knew. He always had your back, besides he’s seen his share of kids in bad environments. Hell he’s been there. He has no room to judge and never would.

Bruce continued to stand stoically. Dick smiled, and walked over.

“Hey! I am Dick Grayson, and don’t take whatever Bruce and Damian say personally, they’re always like that.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Welcome!”

Dick was very motherly. He had his fair share of misfit kids in the teen titans, and Artemis stands to this day as one of his best friends. He has faith in people, and in you. Dick gave you a comforting pat on your shoulder.

“Three to go! Good luck, kid.” He walked past the two of you and sat down at the table next to Jason.

“Alright! Who’s next?” You clapped your hands together.

Tim looked around at the two most stubborn men in his family, or in the world, and then decided he should go next.

“Hey, I’m Tim.”

Tim’s reaction worried you to say the least. The uncertainty of how he would react made your stomach churn. At least you knew Bruce and Damian would be difficult. Tim, however, is usually open-minded. He is also protective. But above all else Tim wanted your happiness, besides, you’ve kicked his ass enough times for him to know not to worry about your safety. If you need help, you know where to go.

He took her hand and shook it. “You don’t need to worry about me. As long as you treat Y/N the way they deserve to be treated, then I'm no problem at all!”

Damian didn’t step forward when his time came.

“I don’t like criminals.”

“I am not a criminal.”

“By association, you are.”

“Oh shut up, Damian.” You snapped, coming to her defense. His eyes flew to meet yours, but he made no move in either direction. “Your mother is one of the most notorious assassins to ever exist, and your grandfather ran a league of them.” You crossed your arms. “You have no room to judge her about association.”

Damian huffed out of his nose and moved past the two of you with a resounding “Tch.”

Your eyes lit up and you spun around to your girlfriend.

“That was good for Damian!” You smiled excitedly. Damian might be a little rough around the edges, but he didn’t fight you. He is just looking out for you, and if you trust her, well, he still wouldn’t trust her, but he wouldn’t treat her as poorly as before. “Now! One more, the final boss.”

“Y/N.” He said.

“Bruce.”

“How long has she known our identities?”

“Like a year, and I only told her mine. She figured the rest on her own.” Eh. Mostly true.

He raised an eyebrow towards her.

“Hello.”

“Hi!!” She smiled.

“I don’t like your mother.”

“My mother doesn’t like you either, so it’s a good thing this doesn’t have anything to do with either of you.” She motioned between you.

Bruce hummed and moved forward. The three of you joined the boys at the table where dinner was served by the one, the only, the amazing, Alfred.

Dinner was awkward at the beginning, but whenever the conversation got moving it was easy. Your brothers liked her, it was Bruce who continued to be standoffish. However, he slowly, painfully slowly, warmed up to her throughout the night. Though it wasn't obvious to the naked eye, as Bruce’s kid, you saw his eyes soften every time you brought up a happy memory with her. She was making you happy, he knew that.

Dinner came to a close and the family was saying their goodbyes to Azalea. You stood by the door and hugged her.

“I’m so glad this went well.” You said, wrapping your arms around her. She kissed your cheek.

“Even if they didn’t like me, there wouldn’t be anyone’s opinion that could keep me from you.” You pulled apart, just as Bruce was coming down the stairs.

“Azalea. May I have a word in private before you leave?”

“Bruce I do-“

“It is okay my love. Yes sir.” Azalea motioned to the room over.

You sat on the stairs and tapped your foot, anxiously and impatiently. DAMMIT! So close to this going well. If he screws it up that would be major suckage.

When they returned, both had content smiles on their faces.

Azalea hugged you again.

“I will see you soon my love.” She then turned to Bruce. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, sir. It was a pleasure to meet your family.”

Bruce held up a hand.

“No need to thank me, the pleasure was all mine. Goodbye Azalea.”

She kissed your cheek.

“I love you.”

“Wh- I love you too- but what did you talk about?!”

Azalea laughed and cupped your face.

“Nothing much. Goodbye” She winked and walked out the door, a car pulling up outside.

“Bye I guess…” You held the door open for her, making sure she made it to her ride.

You turned to Bruce with an eyebrow raised.

He shrugged. “What? It’s my kid’s first relationship, I am not going to ignore that just because of their parents. Absolutely not.”

“Bruuuceeee, what did you say to her?” You groaned.

“I don’t remember.”

“Liar.”

He smiled and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Does she make you happy, Y/N?”

“Extremely.”

“Then I approve.”

“Thank you, Bruce.”

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A/N: tbh this was so fun to write. i ADORE botany (duh my username) and you gave me the perfect chance to use it in a fic! Great req btw i love the whole romeo-and-juliet-esc vibe of their relationship. Y/N and Azalea>>> fr flower power. thanks for the req! If you have anything else let me know!! <3 I’ve been out of town, but now that i’m back my writing can start back up! cant wait for more. Also mha fans should keep an eye out later this week!!

#batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #y/n x oc #dc comcis #batfam x reader #gn reader #platonic #jason todd imagine #tim drake imagine #dick grayson imagine #bruce wayne imagine #batsibling

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Ill adventures

James Potter x GN!Reader Oneshot

WC: 1229

SYNOPSIS: James decides it’s in his best interest to piss off the one person willing to take care of him whilst he’s ill.

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of being sick/ symptoms (vomit, fever, runny nose) James being a baby

James Potter is one of the kindest, bravest, strongest people you know. He is selfless and always wants to see his friends and family smile.

Until he gets sick.

When James invited you to stay at Potter Manor for the winter holiday, this is not what you had in mind. Towards the beginning, you, James and Sirius went ice skating at a lake outside of the nearby muggle town. When James refused to wear a scarf, like a child, because it would “slow him down”, you knew the inevitable would come. Not that you minded taking care of James when he was ill, it was a very entertaining experience. That didn’t make it an easy one.

So you watched as the cold turned his nose pink and Jack Frost nipped at his ears, and saw the beginning of the end as he wiped his nose and sniffled throughout the night.

The way this man does a full 360 the minute he coughs.

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“Woe is me, darling!” He cries out. You roll your eyes as you pour hot chicken soup into a bowl. James’s symptoms were minimal. He had just come down with the common cold: sneezing, coughing, fever. Things that would be gone within a day or two. James, however, thought differently.

“James, I think you’re being a tad dramatic.”

“Save yourself, I’m a goner.” He flopped down onto the couch, thermometer hanging off his lip like a cartoon. Ice pack on his forehead and blanket tucked around him. And Merlin forbid- he sneezes. Start the funeral arrangements now.

You walk over, bowl in hand, and set it down on the table in front of the sofa.

“James.”

“My love, as I lay here on my deathbed-“

“Actually, it’s more like your death-couch.” You smile at the glare he sends you.

“I would like to make a formal request of where my things will go.” You hum in agreement. “Give Moony all of my books.”

“Do you have any books?” You laughed. James thought for a minute. Deciding it was better to ignore your antics, he continued.

“Leave my clothes to Sirius, he needs a better sense of style.”

“Oy!” Was called from the kitchen. Sirius Black refused to take this slander.

“You can’t wear a leather jacket forever, Pads!”

“Watch me!” Sirius called. “I’m glad you’re sick you daft deer.” he mumbled under his breath. Sirius huffed his way up to his bedroom, flipping off James as he passed. If the cold didn’t kill James, Sirius might.

Ignoring Sirius, James obnoxiously slurped the hot soup you made him.

“And for you, love, I leave my wand.”

“Ah. Can I have your broom instead?” You ask, clasping your hands together.

“No. I’m taking that with me.” Arse.

“Wh- nevermind.” You take the empty soup bowl from his hands and pull the ice pack off his forehead, feeling for a different temperature. James dodges away.

“Your hands are cold.” Your eye twitches in annoyance.

“Fine.” You check the clock on the wall.

James has faced evil wizards, school bullies, and even had death threats made to his family. However what you held in your hand, was the greatest enemy James has ever faced.

Liquid cold and flu medicine. The horror.

“NO!” He cried out, clutching his chest as the look of betrayal came over his face. “Why would you do this to me, my love?! On my deathbed-“

“-couch.”

“Why do you insist on this torture!”

“You need to take this medicine, or you won’t get better!” You poured the appropriate amount of the sticky red liquid into the clear cup. You hold it out to him. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t make a move to grab it. “James. FLEAMONT. Potter.”

James gasped like he had been stabbed. “But darling! It tastes like poison!”

“It is. I’m trying to speed this process along, so I can have your broom.” James stuffs himself further into the abyss of the couch in a futile attempt to hide from the horrid liquid.

“James, if you take this now, I will send Sirius to drop by the pharmacy to pick up the pills.” You said, circling the cup in front of him.

James followed the cup with his eyes, pondering. Then he sneezed and sniffled.

“You will never have to see this liquid again.” You said in a sing-song voice.

James begrudgingly took the cup from your hand and cringed as he glared at the cup with malice.

“Take it, Potter.”

If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under.

Surprisingly, it only took one sip and it was down for good. You made him another cup of tea and changed the ice pack on his head. He held a pout on his face as he shivered and pulled the blanket as close to his chest as he could. You rubbed the top of his head lovingly.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling good baby,” You rested your hand on his face.

“‘Tis not your fault, love. Quite the opposite, you did warn me.” He closed his eyes under your touch.

“Well next time, you’ll just have to wear a scarf.” You chuckled.

“Maybe not. I like it when you take care of me.”

You kissed his forehead. “I’ll always take care of you. Now get some sleep, Jamie.”

You made sure the blanket was comfortably situated on him, and stood up to leave him to sleep. You turned to go, but got stopped when he grabbed your hand.

“Will you sleep with me?” He asked.

“Gee Jamie, take me to dinner first.” You laughed. “Only joking, scooch over.”

His eyes brightened up and he moved further into the couch. You hopped in under his arm and spooned till he fell asleep.

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Come morning, James’s had pretty much gotten over his cold. He took a shower, changed and his fever had gone down the drain. He was on his way down the stairs when he heard it.

Sniff

At first he thought it could’ve been a trick of the mind, so when you denied it, he didn’t say anything.

Sniff

There it was again.

“Darling? Are you feeling alright? You sure you didn’t catch what I had?”

“James, you’re so paranoid. I am fine, see?” You flashed him a smile.

Two days later, you were throwing some laundry in a basket when James passed by with some medicine.

“Here darling.” He held it out to you.

“…James.”

“Y/N.”

“What would that be for?”

“Usually it’s used whenever people get sick.” and can admit it

“I’m not sick.”

Ah, denial. What a lovely place to be in. James knew it was a lie, however, because- as amazing as you always look- right now you sat in front of him with puffy eyes that had growing dark circles underneath, and a runny nose that had become irritated from your constant rubbing.

“Y/N, how can I get you to take this medicine?”

“Prove to me why I'm sick. What’s wrong with me, Potter?” You crossed your arms.

James laughed.

“Absolutely nothing darling, you cannot try and trick me so I forget about this. Please just take this for me, and we can get some soup in you.”

“James, I’m perfectly healthy. I just have some allergies. Probably from all the dust around here, you should really get on tha- tha- th- ACHOO!”

James raised an eyebrow.

“James.”

“Y/N.”

“I think I'm sick.”

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A/N: God, I love this man. Hey guys! Welcome to my second post, I hope y’all enjoyed this :) I’m a big James girl myself, however i’m a sucker for all the marauders. I’m going to be starting a series soon for one of the marauders, so if you have any requests they might be slower to upload, however I am so pleased with the way this turned out. Pt. 2? ugh comforting fluff always gets me. Anyways, see ya later!

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lovelywritersgarden · 1 year

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Hey, I wanted to request for Tim Drake where y/n has telekinesis and she’s Tim’s assistant. One day someone attacks and y/n kicks there asses without anyone’s help. Thank you <3 have a good day

After hours.

Tim Drake x Fem!Reader Oneshot

WC: 1708

SYNOPSIS: Y/N just wants a night off, is that so hard? From fighting crime to overtime at Wayne tech our favorite vigilante just wants to get some sleep, however sometimes annoying thugs get in the way of her night off. tch. Don’t worry, she’s got it under control.

WARNINGS: Violence, gunfight, Y/N being disrespectful to batman (even tho he deserves it) , swearing

Tic. Tic. Tic.

The clock that hung on the wall was making it painfully obvious to Y/N L/N that time was passing ever so slowly. As much as Y/N loved her job at Wayne Tech, this was the first night this week she didn’t have to stay for overtime. You can’t blame her for being excited to go home.

4:56. Okay, only 64 minutes to go. I can do that. She thought, tapping her pen against her mahogany desk. She had a nice private area to work, beautifully furnished, and it sat just outside her boss Tim Drake’s office. And there she sat, waiting for time to speed up and impatiently bouncing her leg under the desk.

Y/N continued to fill the time by filing her boss’s paperwork and finishing up contracts for tomorrow’s early meetings. She took messages from incoming calls and filled out Tim’s schedule for the week. Then she felt a buzz in her pocket.

Shit.

Something else that should be mentioned about Y/N. She has a rather dangerous after hours hobby.

Being a metahuman vigilante in Gotham came with its challenges. There were always going to be the usual criminals, creeps and bad guys. However the biggest thorn in your side was the big bad bat himself. He has… territory issues.

And he has an automatic prejudice against metas. It wasn’t your fault that you were hit with a particle accelerator blast and woke up with telekinesis. Nor was it your fault you looked damn good in black spandex. You weren’t sure if that last part pertained to Batman’s focus on you, however maybe he’s jealous you’re hotter. Oh, definitely.

So here you sat, your communicator alerting you of a nearby attacker. Your eyes snapped up to meet the clock once more. You glanced over at the door separating you and Tim just to make sure it was still securely shut.

You pulled the communicator out of your pocket and read the warning.

ATTEMPTED CRIME IN PROGRESS:

LOCATION: WAYNE TECH

ARMED OFFENDERS APPROACHING

POLICE: 7 MINUTES OUT

Just as you finished reading, the emergency alarm began to blare and the muffled sounds of gunshots rang out from floors below. You immediately stood up. As if you moved in sync, something very common within soulmates, Tim Drake’s door swung open. He stepped out wearing only a white button up, black slacks and a tie. His jacket must’ve been discarded in his office. A look you think he needs to sport far more often. Not the time, Y/N.

“Stay here.” You said unanimously.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Men and their egos.

“With all due respect, you have no idea-“ He began.

“Please Mr. Drake,” You raised a hand to him. “We can argue about this at a later date.” You rolled your eyes at him and began to make your way down the hall. He stumbled after you.

The lights above you flickered and you pulled him to the side of the hallway behind a pillar. Out of the elevator eight- rather large- criminals stumbled out. Tim pushed himself in front of you as the criminals filed down the hall.

“All we need is the girl. Tracked the locater here. All we gotta do is hit her once with this, grab her, and we can beat it.” One of the thugs said, holding a metal blaster in his hand.

Ugh. You recognized him. This is so tedious. These guys were after you for their higher up. Some mob leader you took down a while ago wanted vengeance, but couldn’t exactly get the best quality help while he stuck in Belle Reve. You rolled your eyes and pushed Tim off of you. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, he grabbed you and forcibly dragged you back towards him.

“What the hell?! Do you have a death wish? Help is on the way, just stay calm and don’t make any rash decisions.” Tim aggressively whispered. He knew he couldn’t blow his cover with a civilian present, especially one who worked for him. It would only endanger you more, however, Jason and Bruce had been notified and would be there any minute. All he had to do is make sure you don’t get yourself killed in the meanwhile.

Your eyebrow rose at his tone.

Jeez, someone needs to get this guy anxiety medication…

“Listen, Tim.” You rubbed your face in annoyance. “I kn-“

“What could you possibly say to convince me to let one of my employees, and friends, go out to armed assailants?” He crossed his arms. It’s true, you and Tim were friends. You had become rather close with the late nights in the office. Though in order to keep things professional, you didn’t see each other outside of work unless it was on ‘accidental’ terms.

Your eye twitched in annoyance. So instead of talking to him like a sane person, you decided to give him a taste of his own attitude. You slid past him and made your way down the hall.

“Y/N!” Tim whisper-shouted. You waved him off.

“Yo morons. What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“S/N. Tch. We knew we’d get to you eventually. You see-“

“Can we cut the monologue? Sorry, but it’s late, I’m supposed to be off work in like 15 minutes. So let’s get this over with. Large bad guys with a weapon to attack with, you get your asses handed to you by a hot superhero,” You flipped your hair over your shoulder. “And you guys go back to prison, but not Belle Reve because you guys aren’t that big of a deal.”

The main guy pointed the weapon at you. You rolled your eyes and telekinetically drew it to yourself. As you examined it, you realized it was significantly more advanced than the stuff that these guys ever messed with.

“Where the hell did you dufases get tech like this?”

Three of the men lunged towards the device. You dodged downward, out of the way of the first guy, pushing his shins, using the force from your knees to flip him over your head. You ducked and punched the second guy onto the ground. The third man smirked and pointed his gun at you. You smacked it out of his hand and hit him with the bottom of your palm causing his nose to bleed profusely. He dropped the gun to grab at his face and you kicked it away from him.

When you turned back to face the rest of them, you realized Tim had his hands up in surrender from the other side of the hall. In the commotion he had stepped out, and currently had a gun pointed in his direction. Just as the BANG rang out and the bullet left the gun, you lifted your hand up and stopped the bullet in its tracks, forcing it to fall to the floor. Tim’s eyes widened in surprise. You exasperatedly flung your wrist in the direction of the gun, and it pistol-whipped the guy who was holding onto Tim, allowing for a quick getaway.

“I’ve had enough of this.” You pushed your arms out and felt your body pulsate with power as the rest of the men were thrown against the wall. You continued looking at the small blaster that was definitely intended for your capture. You looked up for a moment to see Tim with his mouth agape.

“What?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“You- and then- the- What??” Tim asked, running a stressed hand through his hair. “Four years I’ve known you! Three years I’ve been searching for S/N! How have I not figured it out?”

“Not sure, I figured out you and Batman’s identities a while ago.” You continued to fiddle with the blaster trying to break the back open. “Also for a masked vigilante, you almost got shot pretty quickly.”

“Don’t tell Batman that, he’ll throw a fit.” You smiled as you managed to pop the back of the blaster open and saw a glowing blue power device.

“Weird. I haven’t seen anything like- Ow shit!” The radiation from the power burned your skin. You dropped it and it clattered to the ground. Tim carefully picked it up, but felt no radiation.

“New biotech. Must be attracted to metahumans. I’ll get Batman to do an overview of it and get back to-“ Just as if the name summoned the devil himself, Batman and the Red Hood crashed through the window, weapons drawn.

Though you hadn’t formally met the bat in person, rumors of his glare flooded the streets of Gotham, and they were absolutely true. The bat’s eyes narrowed at the bodies surrounding you and Tim.

“You revealed your identity?” His gruff voice sent chills down your spine, but you held your composure.

“No, Bruce.” Yikes, perhaps that wasn’t the best decision you could’ve made. Well too late now, might as well go with it.

His head snapped towards Tim.

“Explanation. Now.” He said, his patience evidently running thin.

“I took the guys down. They’re some low level thugs sent out to find me. The question is, how did they get ahold of sophisticated tech like this. My guess would be Cadmus.” You stuck your hand out.

“Y/N L/N sir, also known as S/N.” He glanced at your hand. Jason took it.

“Red Hood!” He smiled. “You’ve been pissing off bats here for a while! Pleasure to meet you!”

You raised an eyebrow, but smiled nonetheless. Since the bat continued to silently stare at you, you turned back to Tim.

“Alright! Well, I’m going to head home because I am,” You checked the watch on your wrist, “Officially off work! I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Drake. Please update me on the weapon and if you have any questions, I'm sure you can reach me now. Have a good night.” You smiled and began walking out.

You were finally going to get home early! You made your way down the elevator and towards the large spinning doors of the lobby however you were stopped when you heard your name get called.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Tim said. “You uh- forgot your jacket upstairs.” He stuck your jacket out towards you. “I couldn’t, in good conscience, let you walk in the cold without it.”

“Thanks Mr. Drake.” You took it from him, fingers grazing his as you sat in an awkward silence for a moment.

“I guess I’ll see you later then.” You turned to leave, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait!” He swallowed. “Would you like to grab a coffee with me tomorrow? Before work?” Your gaze softened at him.

“Yeah. I’d actually really like that.” You smiled at him.

“Great!” He smiled widely. “I’ll pick you up around 8:00. Also, it’s just Tim, Y/N.”

“Alright Tim, I will see you tomorrow.” You put on your jacket and turned to walk out. Tim smiled as you walked out.

Once you got out the door you made your way down the street towards your apartment complex. As the building came into view, you were pulled into a side alley and a gun was held to your neck.

“Gimme all the cash ya’ got, and I wont hurt cha’ doll face.”

“Oh brother.”

Of course, because god forbid you could just get the night off.

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A/N: Hey guys! First request and first published oneshot! I am so glad I finally got the courage to post this and once school is out I will be able to post much more! Thank you so much, love, for requesting this fic <3 Enjoy!

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