#Vic Sage x reader

[earlgreylatte]

2V1

In which you stand no chance against them.

Hal Jordan and Barry Allen

You were going to die. You were definitely going to die.

Writhing against the binds Hal constructed did little to let you escape Barry’s fervent mouth. You lost count on the number of orgasms the speedster ripped out of you, vibrating his tongue and fingers in a way that had you seeing stars. You’re not sure how a training session devolved into the two men trying to see how many orgasms they could wring out of you. This was not you intended your endurance training to go, but you couldn’t deny you were being pushed to your every limit.

Hal, using his ring, had kept you on the edge for what felt like hours, mercilessly teasing you with his fingers, forcibly keeping your body still with his constructs, the only thing you could do was cry and tremble. You nearly sobbed in relief when sweet Barry felt guilty enough to step in, kissing your thighs apologetically before pressing his mouth against your mound, eating you out like a men possessed. But now you were shaking and sobbing for a different reason as the man refused to even come out for air.

“You were so desperate earlier, begging to come, but now you want to tap out, sweetheart?” Hal crooned, watching you break again as he languidly strokes himself. “After Bar gives you exactly what you asked for?”

The man tsks mockingly as Barry nips at you, eliciting a yelp from you.

“Don’t focus on him, just let me take care of you, honey, I want you to feel good,” Barry murmurs, blue eyes gazing at you with a striking intensity as he moves up your body, peppering you with open mouthed kisses until he’s able to mouth at the pulse point on your neck.

Hal barks out a laugh, “You’ll spoil her like that.”

His suit dematerializes, revealing him in his full nude glory as he approaches your laid form with a smug smirk as you try not to gawk at his size.

“After all, you still owe us, don’t you, baby?”

Booster Gold and Ted Kord

Earlier you had insisted you could handle it. You were more than ready. Honestly, how hard could it be, you joked.

But as Ted began to slowly penetrate you from behind, you realize you might have bitten off more than you could chew.

Letting out a shaky moan, your head falls forward onto Booster’s shoulder, who nuzzles his cheek against your hair, “Just breathe, you’re doing so good.”

You can only whimper pathetically, panting at how overwhelmingly full you felt. You hear Ted groan into your ear, hands flexing against your hip.

“Almost there,” he grunts before letting out a hoarse laugh, “Might not last long with the way you’re gripping me.”

“‘Think that’s my line,” you mumble, keeping your face pressed against Micheal’s shoulder, before flinching away when you feel him twitch inside you.

“MJ!” You scold halfheartedly, keeping your eyes shut lest you finish embarrassingly quick.

“You’re both so hot,” he groans out, strands of blond hair sticking against his forehead.

Ted chokes out a laugh, sliding his hands up to grope your breasts, having finally bottomed out. “Let’s try not to make this into a fastest orgasm contest.”

“Don’t know if anyone is going to beat your record,” Booster teases you, kissing your forehead, as you try to shoot him a teary glare.

“Just shut up and move already—ah!” You are promptly cut off when Micheal sharply thrusts into you before laughing again.

“Don’t be in such a rush, we have all night to leave you in bed for the next week,” The blond hums, bringing a hand down to rub at your clit causing your breath to hitch.

“Besides, you look cute when you’re stuffed by our dicks…want to savour it, right Teddy?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him tease you…too much,” Ted whispers in a mock conspiratorial tone as his grip on your chest tightens.

Yes, you may have bitten off more than you could chew.

Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle

After dumping Bruce, you hadn’t expected another of his ex lovers to approach you nor did you expect for her to make advances towards you. But you count yourself grateful, knowing that the bat’s other lovers would have rather put a blade to your throat. And there was something undeniably alluring about her, something that left every one of her actions demanding your total attention.

And it was nice to talk shit about your mutual ex.

So, it wasn’t a surprise to when you found yourself drowning in her arms, every stroke and graze being devastatingly intentional, leaving you to completely submit to her whims. Not that you minded. What you did mind was when Bruce suddenly entered through your hotel room’s window while Selina had three fingers in you.

It was almost funny seeing the detective visibly stiffen in shock, seemingly out a loss for words, “I…I thought—“

“You know I don’t spend all my time stealing. Maybe you should spent more time out of that cowl too,” Selina smirks, still not removing herself out of you, only pressing more weight against your body when you squirm.

“Well, might as well stay for the show,” Selina jerks her head toward the armchair next to the window, “God knows you haven’t been getting any since you let this one go.”

You almost laugh at the woman’s boldness before she bends her fingers in a way that having you letting out a shaky moan.

“Eyes on me, sweet girl, let’s show the bat how a lady should be treated,” She purrs.

You quickly find yourself forgetting about Bruce until you hear the sound of his belt clinking and a quiet moan.

Huntress and Question

Honestly, you must have a penchant for attracting weirdos, you think, as you find your days consisting of a certain anti hero and conspiracy buff glued to your side.

Both were, without a doubt, nut cases; Helena, with her too knowing gaze and sharp tongue, and Vic’s muttering and faceless mask making the duo a bit odd in the eyes of others. But the two weren’t all bad. Helena always looked out for you, ready to come to your defence without question, even if it meant threatening people with her crossbow. Vic had a knack for remembering the most obscure details you’ve shared and always knew what you needed with just a glance.

Really, they weren’t as bad as people made them out to be.

However, you promptly withdraw any kind word you’ve said about the two of them when you’re left at their mercy.

You squirm against Vic’s lap, his grip on your naked waist unrelenting, as his erection presses against your rear as Helena tightly sucks your clit, ripping a strangled yelp from you. You’re sure you would have jumped out of Vic’s lap if not for his hold on you.

“Aww, you’re so cute, never had anyone lick this pretty pussy before?” Helena laughs before pressing her tongue against your folds as you let out a cry.

You feel Vic’s thankfully unmasked face nuzzle against your neck, “Based on her reactions and lack of any evidence of a former lover in my investigation—“

“Q!” You complain, feeling your face heat up before moaning when Helena slides a finger in you without warning.

“What have I said about names?” She scolds you with a twinkle in her eyes.

“A bit unfair considering you’re both still in costume,” you pant.

“I wouldn’t call my coat a ‘costume’—”

“Shut up, Q.”

Really, they weren’t that bad.

Yeah, wouldn’t be surprised if this was the first helenavic threesome fic LMAOO actually I will now take this as fact without verifying, it is my badge of honour…also I really put b in that chair lol… Masterlist

This is how rip hunter was conceived btw!!

[cryptonymdc]

Headcanons -> How they Hide their Identity from you (GN Reader)

Pt. 2

Green Arrow | Oliver Queen 

With no power of his own. God, no ones ever seen the Green Arrows Face? How could you suspect him? Has Oliver Queen ever given up a chance to show off his magnificent facial hair? No. And Green Arrow’s hood hides his face from everyone who is not his enemy. That’s not Oliver Queen’s style at all. Please ignore all the villain testimony that Green Arrow is rocking some facial hair, and very styled too. No need to heed those. (Okay, slight power of his own, he might have scrubbed the one blurry image of his face under the hood from the internet. He still had his domino mask on, but you can never be too careful.) 

And yeah, he was missing for years, and has a ton of survival skills, but those are the kind of things you need to keep up. And Oliver Queen has been living in nothing but luxury since he got back, he’s not looking to rough it again anytime soon. Please ignore that one camping trip he took you on that proved his survival skills are very much intact. 

Same thing for scars that you might find on him. He had a tough time out there in the wild, and these are old things. Oliver just hopes you don’t know the difference between a fresh and an old scar. And a few bruises here and there aren’t hard to excuse, really. He’s not Batman. He has the advantage of a lot of range on his opponents. 

Oliver thought about taking you on an archery date, but thought better of it. He’d love to show off, but he just can’t risk it, can’t risk you. It’s not worth it, it's not worth the risk of you knowing. Because what then? Do you get involved? Do you lose sleep over it? He’d rather not do that to you. 

So Oliver Queen is not Green Arrow, not to you at least, not as long as he can help it. 

Green Lantern | Hal Jordan 

With the power of plausible deniability. It helps that Ferris Airlines has some tight NDAs about their work and testing, and so legally Hal can’t tell you what he does at work. He may just stretch the definition of work. So he’s not paid to be Green Lantern, but it is a corps, so it’s totally a full on job. He has assignments. Will he tell you if it’s for Oa or Ferris? Probably not. 

You know what also helps? Or helped rather. The fact that everyone was convinced Green Lantern was an alien from space. I mean, Superman is an alien, and he looks human. Why not Green Lantern? Right? Wrong. Especially when John Stewart became Green Lantern. Hal loves the guy, but Hal was discharged from the Airforce, and John still holds his code as a Marine very close. He feels it’s dishonest to hide his identity from the public, and so everyone knows John Stewart is Green Lantern, and he’s from earth. 

And there may have been an interview, where Earth officials asked how the greater universe and Lantern Corps felt about a Lantern from earth. And because John doesn’t like to lie, he told them the truth. He wasn’t the first Green Lantern from earth, Hal was. And now Hal is loud and proud about that on Oa, and John didn’t say his name out of respect, it kinda lost him some anonymity. Now everyone knew to look on earth for Green Lantern. 

But hopefully you guys were dating long before that, and you’d never suspect your boyfriend to be Green Lantern. Never. Sure, they have the same cocky attitude, and Green Lantern has a penchant for aircraft, and the same hair, but nah, not Hal, surly. 

Hal usually brushes off bruises and battering marks as either workplace accidents or a bar fight with the boys. Please don’t ask who the boys are. (It’s John Stewart, the well known Green Lantern, and there was a bar fight, it just happened to be on a different planet.) And of course you believe him, Hal is cocky, and that means he either made a mistake in his hubris or pissed the wrong guy off. Not hard to believe. 

No, Hal Jordan is not Green Lantern, ignore the nightlight he keeps in a safe, it’s one of a kind.

The Question | Vic Sage / Charles Victor Szazs 

With the power of nobody knows who the Question is. Unless you’re a criminal who had your operation busted by the PI, the greater public is not very aware of the Question. He’s not the kind of hero who gets a lot of attention. And, to be perfectly honest, his day job is not that far off from his night one. 

Charles Victor Szazs is your boyfriend, Vic Sage is his pen name as an investigative journalist, and the Question is a PI you don’t even know about. So your boyfriend is a bit messy and has a ton of investigations going at the same time, and there's always a mess of strings and cork boards around his apartment. Hub city has a lot going on, of course he’d be doing multiple stories at once. 

And he’s a bit of a conspiracy theorist, but his articles haven’t been wrong so far, so who are you to judge? Vic thought about getting a separate apartment for his investigations, but correctly assumed you’d assume he was having an affair instead of connecting girl scouts to crop circles. At least, until you suggested an office or something because you just could not deal with the mess. Problem solved, really. Now you can hang pictures instead of mysteries on the wall. 

And the mess, that’s his biggest clue that he struggles to cover up. He can’t erase the eyebags, and the evidence of how he hasn’t showered in three days because some corporate bigwigs were trying to do fraud with genetically altered butterflies. But maybe that’s just his charming personality you fell in love with, and you won’t think too hard about it. 

A part of Vic wonders how you haven’t caught on yet, but then again, you are neither looking nor are you the Question. He’d always be looking, he always is, and is his own worst critic. He sees how he leaves out crucial files on Cadmus that you just glance over, he sees how he took off his mask but forgot to take off his iconic suit when he came home, etc. 

But that’s the thing, isn’t it, you're not him. You’d have to be a conspiracy theorist to believe Vic Sage was the Question.

[jessiquinn]

I want to live (reader x The Question AKA Vic sage)

This one-shot was a freaking mess, I had to fix it. I wrote it when I was 14 and shit reading it right now it needs major fixing! god damn...

I'm proud of the edit I hope you like it as I did 🖤

it’s The question x villain exhero reader

2018-5-14

Warnings:

1-Depression talk 2-bad words

3-bad writing 4-violence

Enjoy ✨

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Being in the justice league is stressful, my mental health has never gotten this bad before... it’s really bad, looking at the positive side, everyone likes me here, being one of the loved heroes in the league was great but of course, my inner demons told me otherwise...

Even though a lot of people “love” me, still can’t help to doubt myself every day, the pressure they have on me is high... they don’t even realize it, one mistake and everything will fall...

if people start to hate me I don’t know what I would do anymore, I’ll simply lose it... you might say this is a bit dramatic but insecurities are real... living out of the love of people was hard, of course, no one knew of those thoughts, and being an actor has its good side.

The best thing in the justice league Watch Tower was hanging out with my “friends”, especially The Question AKA Vic sage, he is one of the most innovative heroes I know, especially since Batman had assigned him to the Lex Luthor and Superman investigation, I CAN’T be on his bad side, he’ll just expose me in seconds.

of course, everything was great till this day...

looking around...everything looks blurry.. where the hell am I! ugh my head...

“Well, well, well... finally awake!” the mysterious figure said while looking into my eyes like he was peaking inside my soul... hasn’t he learned about personal space before?

“What is wrong with you? untie me!” trying to get out of the chains. finally, my eyes cleared up... I seem to be in a basement or something, Who the hell is this?

“tsk-tsk not yet sweetie, we need to talk” his smirk turns serious.

“What the hell!” struggling to get out, “shhh- stop being annoying and listen to me!”, “what! get it over with” at this point, I started getting angry.

finally leaving my face and turning around, “well, I need a favor from you... not a favor it’s more of a “you have no choice situation?” do you understand what I’m saying?” turning back again with a creepy expression on.

“what do you mean by I don’t have a choice? You do realize I can kill you on the spot right?”, his eyes widened in surprise “poor thing, did you forget you’re from the justice league? it’s not allowed to kill there... didn’t batman teach you this? dear old batman wouldn’t be proud of this...” his smirk rises again while watching your face sour, finally bursting out of laughter

“What are you laug-” cutting me off, “ Your face expressions dear! trying to act like the tough guy meanwhile we both know how weak you are but unlike you I CAN Kill,” his smirk grows widely

“if I’M SO WEAK IN YOUR EYES THEN WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME TO DO YOUR DIRTY WORK!”

“Well dear, the thing is.. no one would expect that from you, everyone thinks you’re... innocent, the nice loveable hero that would never do such a thing... don’t you think?”

“I...I don’t understand and I don’t CARE, I would Never help you anyway!” her/his eyes gleamed with hopelessness, you know what he said was true...

grabs your arm harshly, “don’t make me give you a taste of how failure feels like! listen to me I’m giving you a chance!”, “I don’t care I would never cross them!” screamed at his face. a weird sensation starts to grow on my arm, “dear Y/n I’m giving you a chance” spitting on his face in response.

-wiping his face- disappointment was written on his face, “ok how about we try this”

The weird sensation got worse, trying not to show any signs of pain or weakness but the pain is getting worse by the second, it was literally BURNING my arm

“See? this is what will happen if you DON’T FUCKING SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN TO WHAT I’M SAYING” his grab tightens making it worse.

“ok STO-” he stopped, barely breathing from the pain in your arm. “you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? I know everything about you, even your darkest secrets”

A telepath

“There’s no escape, submit to me” his eyes showed emptiness, literally nothing.

“I... don’t kn-”, “unlike those heroes I actually understand your pain, why even bother protecting them”, for the first time today you are silent “so Are you willing to listen now?”

This is too much.

his smirk rises again, “it’s simple really, I want you to get me That delicious, AMazing info that they keep in the control room!” his arms on the chair tighten while he talks passionately.

“I don’t understand�� confusion written on your face, “what don’t you understand? get that info and give it to me”, “I can’t do that, if I do my life is ruined, everything I worked for!”. shutting you up “do you think I care? honestly, I don’t care what happens to you, all I care about is that info”

“Why should I do it tho? you want to kill me just get it over with!” determination gleams from you

“oh dear haven’t you learned anything? you don’t have a choice, I don’t kill... I torture. let’s say you’ll forever be haunted by your biggest fears... every day...every second... till the day you leave this universe” grabs your arm, “see this scar? it’ll be the guilt, fear, and sadness that’s trapped inside of you” walks away “even if I die, you’ll still be stuck with the curse”

“so I’ll lose either way...” is this how my life will end? at this point fear and loneliness consumed you,

“Unfortunately this is life right? it’s not always fair, well time is UP what you decide is your choice, I’ll be waiting” knocking you back to sleep

--

waking up, realization immediately hits you, MY ARM, rising my sleeve with the hope that it was just a Nightmare...

it’s still there..

you can feel a panic attack is about to begin, tears filling your eyes, Denial, nausea hitting you like a truck... what am I supposed to do? sell my soul for justice or help him...

My morals fighting inside my head, and everything hurts... I don’t know anymore. should I just surrender myself? if I do this... there’s a big chance that I’ll get caught, what will happen to me after?

save me or the world?

finally dragging myself out of my room, one of my special abilities is to block any telepaths from reading my mind... but there’s a certain person which doesn’t need any mind powers to read anyone out, so I need to avoid him with all of my life..

One side of me wishes someone will just read me out and put me in prison already and my other side just wants to be happy... I want to live

this is going to take time, Shit! I can see Vic there talking to someone I don’t give a shit about, I need to leave before he noti- “hey, Y/n wait a second” he starts walking to you

I can’t just run, he will know there’s something. I need to act normal, turning to face him and giving him your usual smile.

“I was just going to my office ” he explained “let’s go, I need to continue my work” he starts walking, what the hell do I say, decided to just follow him.

“hmm.. is there something bothering you?” he asked, OF COURSE, “nah I’m just hungry” you can’t read his face much... ugh (hehe bad joke right here).

finally arriving at his office, why am I scared of him... “you’re not acting like yourself, did something happen?” he said with a caring but sarcastic tone, “no there’s nothing, I’m sleepy and shit..”

“hmm... hungry and sleepy? oh that makes sense, I didn’t see you yesterday.. where were you?” focused on his computer

“I was in my room, I didn’t feel like socializing yesterday”

“that’s kind of weird.. considering you LOVE talking to everyone” trying to make a joke,

“Everyone has bad days sometimes”, catching his full attention, his blank face is fully on you now, you can feel his faceless face searching you up and down.

this is terrifying, maybe acting like I couldn’t hear him was a better option than going with him.. “are you better today?”, “I’m fine” giving him your usual smile... he got up from his chair and walked closer to you “ok.. so what about your arm... you didn’t go to any mission for a while now...” taking your arm in his hand, taking a closer look at the scar

grasping your arm from him, “don’t worry haha... it’s just an old scar I got from a long time ago” slowly hiding your arm from him,

now he knows there’s something wrong for sure, “I need to go continue my work ok?” he grabbed your wrist again... getting embarrassed “sorry, of course” he says

walking to your room,

I don’t have access inside that room any way I need to find a way...

most people would judge me but would you save yourself or others? who knows what that villain would do with that info anyway? maybe he’s going to blackmail them or something... who cares about strangers.. I don’t deserve this... I was supposed to be having a nice week... but instead everything went upside down.

call me selfish.. Idc

collecting info wasn’t hard or easy but I’ve been here for a long time to know everyone has their personal routine here.

watching them for a while did the job.

Blind trust.. huh

a week later

This is it, today is the day

11 pm, most of them went to sleep already, the problem is there are guards everywhere.

sneaking through the building as quietly and stealthily as possible, this is the day I lost myself, my dignity, my life.. this is it! I must succeed.

There’s no room for failure.

Arriving in time, the guard's patrol this time is on the other side of the hallway, This is my chance.

typing the password, finding the password was the hardest part but thankfully for batman and his blind trust, I found it.

haha it opened. going inside and plugging the hard drive into the master computer, you practiced all of this in your head for a while now.

Loading 1%

This is going to be the longest 10 minutes of my life

Fear eating you up, at any second I might get caught

50%

God, please be faster

“I knew it”

turning at the sound, Fuck it’s him...

60%

“calm down, it’s not too late to stop what you’re doing” Vic Aka The question said.

65%

“You need to leave”

“as cringy as saying this, but this isn’t you, just stop” walking closer “before it’s too late” taking slow steps toward you.

70%

“I watched you all week, honestly I didn’t think you’d do this for real”

pulling out your gun and pointing it at him “don’t get any closer” threatening him, his serious aura freaking you out, this is too much.

everything I’ve built has been ruined in a week

80%

come on! be faster!!

“Y/n I don’t know what happened but this is not the answer” walking slowly toward you

“I said stop!” tights the grip on the gun, “we both know if you pull the trigger everyone would come here and it will become a bigger problem than it is”

“You don’t know shit! you think you know everything!”, “then tell me... you can trust me Y/N”

95%

“I see,” while you took a quick peek at the screen he ran at you at full speed and knocked the gun out of your hands

getting into a fighting stance “I warned you, “ he attacked you but hesitation weakening his hit and giving you a chance to strike back.

the hit wasn’t as clever as you thought, pining you on the floor “stop this shit!” kicking him off of you

100%

both of you looked at the hard drive, running to take it, he took it first.

finally, you had enough, charging an attack right into his stomach. he didn’t expect that one... making him fall.

snatching the hard drive from him and rushing outside the room, searching for a quick escape

I need an escape RIGHT NOW

The question catches up to you “This is enough!” giving you another chance, looking at the time, perfect the guards shouldn’t be near this exit!

“I surely underestimated you Y/N, but what reason do you have for this?!” he said with frustration and disappointment

paying no mind to what he was saying, rushing to the exit, it was a window from the second floor, I don’t have any other choice. falling into the bushes, it hurts a lot but there’s no time for this, my healing factor will have to deal with it, meanwhile, his won’t.

racing to your car, to somehow find him there...

“You think you can get rid of me that easily? I don’t know what reason you have for this but this is going to kill thousands of people and ruin YOUR life!” he’s waiting for an answer but you decided to say nothing “I see, I’m not letting you go without a FIGHT” being the martial artist he is, this wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

adrenaline fueling, throwing the first punch, “weak hit” catching your arm and throwing you on the floor easily. “you might have forgotten but I’m a master at hand-to-hand combat” standing in a confident stance

panic setting in, getting back up and kicking him, “cheap” he said after grabbing your leg and throwing you at the wall.

usually, you are good at fighting but right now it’s impossible to focus, especially since you’re fighting your only friend.

pulling your other gun out, not giving you any more chances, pining you down, and taking the hard drive from you, “if you dare to even think about kicking me again! I’ll activate the emergency alarm immediately” he threatened, I never saw that side of him before...

I’m dead, looking at the hard drive, he smashes it next to your head.

“I want to know why?!” getting closer “what made you do this!”

his stomach is open I ca- “I swear to fucking god if you even consider pushing me!” he knew before you even tried.

silence “You know what! come with me!” grabbing you roughly, literally dragging you at this point.

pushing you into his office, locking the door shut, and walking towards you.

can’t help but feel a little intimidated “now you’re cornered, Speak!” even without a face you can tell he’s angry

attacking him once more, he didn’t expect this one I guess.. kicking you back in response, “You’re getting on my nerves” ok that hurt.

“why are you giving me a chance? that’s the real question!”

“I know you and you need a strong reason for this,” he said calmly

silence

-sigh- walks away “I won’t tell on you, I won’t hesitate if you repeat it again” unlocking the door for you, “once you feel ready to talk you know where to find me.

heading to your room, locking the door “how dumb is he...”

seems like he has a weak spot for you...

staying in your room for the rest of the night, unsure what to do, to grieve or fight back and try again.

I almost don’t feel bad for what I did, that asshole! why does he need to be nice? since when does he mix feelings with work?!

The burn... a scar that will haunt me forever

washing my face, I need to calm my nerves down.

I want to live even though my destiny is clear.

looking at your reflection, dark eye bags cover your face. a week ago my skin was flawless.

Fuck him! no one messes with my skin. I worked hard for it... who am I kidding. I’m losing it.. I need to find a way

washing your face once again, looking at yourself but something seems different. the mirror is changing... shit! I’m really losing my mind.

The mirror shows a smirking figure.

Fuck...

skip to the basement

“tsk-tsk seems like you failed, on top of that your dear friend knows you messed up too” he starts clapping “bravo, bravo... you can’t even do one thing right!” he finally shows his true anger

you couldn’t say anything, what can I say anyway?

“what am I going to do with you Y/n huh?” looking over his torture tools, this is going to be a long night...

“how about we try this!” he took a small knife “let’s carve more scars, you seem to love them” his smirk slowly rise

it was a long night indeed,

“ummmm I think I’m done now... now let’s think about what I want again”

he talks to you like nothing happened a minute ago, meanwhile, blood covered you everywhere.

trying your best to focus, but the blood loss doesn’t help

he sighed “I choose to forgive you, you would say why? well the thing is.... you seem to be dead already, how about we try to revive you a little” he snaps his finger, lots of the cuts on you heal, faster than your body can do.

“change of plans! I don’t want that info anymore!” searching for a reaction or expression on your dead face.

“hmm, you seem to give up easily” walking in circles “AHA I have an idea!” Grabs your chair harshly.

“What was his name... hmmm OH OH! it’s THE QUESTION! what a cool name”

finally catching your attention. “finally! YOU are ALIVE! hahaha”

staying silent to not give him the satisfaction he wanted.

“I want you to kill him,” he said with a blank expression, “he ruined the mission so kill him! this is a perfect revenge”

unbelievable

he didn’t even wait for your answer he just knocked you back to sleep.

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I can finally say I'm proud of this, I spent MONTHS on this... believe it or not... to end it with a cliffhanger -sigh- hopefully someday I'll write a second part or maybe just leave it as it is

please if you like it tell me <3 thank you for reading.

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The question VIC sage from justice league unlimited

[reidsrambles]

An Invisible Locket

Chapter 4: A Bad Feeling

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader // Secret relationship

Description: You work with your best friend and your boyfriend. The only problem is, nobody knows Spencer Reid is your boyfriend of over a year. When you find out that Spencer's getting sent out on a case immediately after getting back to Quantico, impulses take over. (Content/Warnings below the cut)

Content/Warnings: [18+ MDNI], smut, oral sex (M & F receiving), PIV sex, unprotected sex within an established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, discussions of abortion (in a pro-choice context, though Reader ends up choosing to stay pregnant), minor mentions of alcohol and cancer.

As for the crime subplot, much of it is very canon-typical (referenced child abuse & grooming by an extended family member (non-sexual), violence, blood/gore, drugs. As always, please feel free to let me know if I miss any CWs!

A/N: This fic is obviously heavy on the Spencer and Reader relationship, but it's also got a significant Garcia best friend plot line and crime plot line. This fic also features an unplanned Reader pregnancy. Reader debates abortion and is pro-choice, but ultimately ends up keeping the pregnancy. If any of that isn't up your alley, please feel free to skip this fic!

Names used: Baby, baby girl, good/sweet/pretty girl, daddy, good boy (once), my love.

Words (this chapter): 3.7 K

Words (total): 29.1 K

It’s been 8 days since the team landed in Florida and the situation is more tense now than it was before. After the third victim was found, you and Penelope managed to crack the case as to how these unsubs were procuring their victims.

The team profiled that the dominant either is or was in the medical field. So far, that theory has proven correct. You and Penelope gained access to the victim’s computers and, after the third one, found a particular pattern. All three victims had visited a medical advice website which gave advice on ridding the body of parasites.

It wasn’t flagged with the first two victims because James MacDermott, the victim who worked in IT, was savvy with his internet history and routed any odd or explicit searches through a VPN and TOR network.

Regardless, they eventually all wound up on some hippie, detox, and toxins, medical misinformation site: Phoenix Sage’s Healing Center, located in (you guessed it) Florida. To top it all off, they advertise a healing retreat on the website.

They most likely indoctrinated the victims into a virtual cult-like relationship, further pedaling medical misinformation and making them believe that they needed detoxing or whatever.

To search engines, this site indexes as if it’s a normal, plain old medical advice website like WebMD. The domain name was registered with fake personal details and paid for with cryptocurrency. They covered their tracks quite well, but it’s only a matter of time before you find the digital breadcrumb trail.

As for the submissive unsub, he happened to be dumb enough to leave a print on the suitcase that the third vic was found in. Thankfully, he was in the system. The team’s morale really needed a win because, by the time the lab was able to lift that print and match it, a fourth victim had been found.

The submissive was, as profiled, a young, white male. Emily pegged the age at between 16 and 30, based on how savage and amateur his attacks were.

Mason Adkins was booked yesterday. He’s 21. As evidenced by his numerous hospital visits and subsequent CPS reports, Mason was abused physically, mentally, and emotionally by his stepfather growing up.

Mason’s story is pretty standard when compared to similar psychopaths. He was kicked out at 18 for using hard drugs, racking up misdemeanors, and taking his rage out on his five younger half-siblings. His last known address is the trailer park in Cedar Key where his mom, stepfather and half-siblings still reside. He must have been either homeless or crashing with a friend.

Once the print was matched, the team was able to locate him and pick him up, but he hasn’t given up the dominant yet. The victim pool should be limited to those they’ve already indoctrinated, but until you can crack any direct communications, you won’t know who else they’ve had contact with. You and Penelope have continued working from Quantico, attempting to dig into Mason’s digital footprint, but you’ve gotten nowhere substantial. It’s hard to not feel a little dejected.

Mason was definitely the techie between the two of them. According to Penelope, “It’s like he learned from the same guys I did when I was underground, except now, they’ve all gotten even better. This kid is S-M-A-R-T, smart. Well, obviously tech-smart and not street-smart, since he left prints at the scene and all… If he wasn’t a killer, they probably would have recruited him to replace you.”

“Oh, is my fancy master’s degree suddenly not good enough for the FBI?”

“I mean, I dropped out and now I’m basically your boss, and I’m student debt-free.”

“Hey, don’t bring my massive student-debt into this! Plus, I think Hotch would beg to differ on you being my boss,” you smirk.

***

Down in Florida, Spencer’s been sharing a room with Derek, so you’re primarily only able to text him. He calls one evening while you’re at home and hearing his voice feels like a little slice of heaven in this shitstorm of case.

“Hey, baby,” he whispers.

“Good evening, my love. Where’s Derek?”

“He said he was running down to the convenience store down the street. I should have about 20 minutes.”

“So… I have to tell you something that I didn’t want to get into over text. It’s not a huge deal, but I needed to tell you before you got back.”

You’re scratching at the skin around your nails; a nervous tic of yours. You grab one of your throw pillows and hug it to your chest.

“The day you guys left,” you continue, “when we had our little lunch break, Penelope saw us leaving together and connected the dots. Well, she saw us leaving together and then tracked our phones to my place and then connected the dots. So, now she knows everything.”

He sighs, not seeming to be the least bit surprised. “Do you think maybe it’s time to tell the rest of the team? If we don’t tell them soon, you know she’s going to slip up. They’ll find out one way or another.”

“She promised me she’s going to try her absolute hardest to keep it a secret.”

“Has she ever been able to keep any sort of secret that the team didn’t figure out almost immediately?”

You can hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice and you suppress a giggle.

“Very good point, Dr. Reid.”

“So, maybe we should tell them? After we get back?” he asks.

“Well, there’s another thing.” You think of how to phrase it to avoid upsetting Spencer. “The morning that you guys left for Florida, Penelope was MIA for like, over an hour. It turns out she had a meeting with Hotch and Strauss because Strauss wanted to know if the team really needs two technical analysts. That said, Hotch and Penelope defended me, and Penelope said that nobody on the team would ever let her sack me.”

“That bitch,” Spencer mutters.

“Spencer Reid! How dare you speak of our beloved Penelope Garcia in such a manner!?” you joke.

You can hear him holding back a laugh. “Yeah, well, if Strauss lets you go, she’s losing me as well. But that would be after dealing with the rest of the team. Nobody in the unit is letting you go anywhere. You’re too valuable to the team. Plus, you’re part of the family.” Spencer pauses for a moment before adding, “You’re my family.”

A warmth spreads through your chest. He’s so protective of the people he loves, which is something you’ve always admired about him.

“I know,” you say. “I just don’t want everyone to go to bat for me. Hotch and Penelope already had to. Emily’s already threatened me in the past if I tried to leave. She said that she’d personally hunt me down and drag me back if I got another job.”

“That sounds about right for Emily.” You hear in Spencer’s voice that he’s smiling at your anecdote. “We knew that this time would come and maybe we should get ahead of it and tell them ourselves.”

“I’ll think about it, and we can talk about it more when you get back, okay? It feels like all I can think about is this case right now, even when I leave work.”

“Try to distract yourself or have Penelope come over to keep you company. You can’t be thinking about the case 24/7.”

“Hypocrite,” you mutter, causing Spencer to bite down a laugh.

The silence between topics is both anxious and peaceful. Talking to Spencer as his girlfriend and not his coworker is rejuvenating your soul. But you don’t want to hang up.

“Hey,” he says, his tone shifting in that single word, instantly darkening, “when I get back, I’m going to do some very bad things to you.”

You roll your head to the side with a loud groan.

“Don’t go getting me all worked up right now,” you whine. “I need to sleep!”

“Fine, fine! You keep working hard up there so we can close this case. I’ll be home before you know it and then you can fall asleep in my arms. Okay, baby?”

“Okay. Catch this son of a bitch, Spence.”

“I can only do that with your help.”

“You’re giving me too much credit.”

“Like I said, this team needs you. Garcia alone was great, obviously, but you and Garcia together are the dream team of technical analysts.”

You allow yourself pride for a moment.

“We kind of are, aren’t we?”

He giggles and you just wish you could squeeze his cheeks and kiss him endlessly.

“I love you,” he says.

“Love you, Spence. Sweet dreams.”

***

After hanging up the phone, you head back into your bathroom, picking up the unused pregnancy test from the counter. Your period is 2 days late. Periods are late or missed for all sorts of reasons, though, right?

Your cycle is usually pretty regular, but there were a few days this month where you forgot to take your pill until later in the day. Maybe that threw off your hormones? Stress can throw off your cycle too, right? What if you have some sort of cancer? Flashes of possible yet improbable future timelines whisk through your head as you repeatedly tap the unopened test against the palm of your hand. The rattle of the foil wrapper is both soothing and grating.

Okay, focus.

Taking a test will be good peace of mind. Let’s just rule that one possibility out, to start. The test will be negative and then you can worry about hormonal imbalances and cancer later. Irony says that your period will come as soon as you finish taking this thing, anyway.

You take the test out of its wrapper and grab the small plastic cup you’d already prepared before Spencer called.

You pee into the cup, filling it about halfway before setting it onto some paper towel on the counter.

You wipe, pull your underwear back up, and stare at the yellow liquid in the cup on your counter. This test will either bring you a ton of relief or it will…

That’s a train of thought that you can’t entertain right now.

“Breathe, Y/N,” you whisper into the empty apartment. A silent prayer to your body, asking it to calm down so you don’t have a panic attack.

Basically every woman has taken a pregnancy test when their period was late. It’s no big deal. The stick goes into the pee. Easy as that.

You pick up the warm plastic cup in one hand and the test in the other. It’s as if you have tunnel vision right now. You watch as the urine is rapidly wicked up the test before flowing across the display portion. After the seven seconds have passed (as per the instructions) you put the cap back on the test and place it on the counter, covering it with its wrapper.

You set a 5-minute timer and dump the rest of the cup’s contents into the toilet. You press the handle on the toilet and with the whoosh of the flush, you realize that you can hear your blood pumping in your ears; the thump, thump, thump of your heart pounding.

You wash your hands and grab your phone off the counter, trying not to catch a glance at the time left.

4 minutes, 19 seconds.

In just your comfy, oversized sleep t-shirt and your underwear, you flop down onto your bed. Your head feels like spinning with a dizzying whir.

Before you can even fully register what you’re doing or stop yourself, you’re dialing Penelope.

“This better be important because you made me lose track of how many stitches I was at in this row!”

You can’t even begin to stop the words from flowing out of you.

“I took a pregnancy test, and it’s probably negative, but can you please come over because I can hear my heart beating in my head, and I can just really use the moral support right now—”

“Y/N.” Her demeanor has entirely shifted from only a moment ago. “Hey, it’s okay. I can be over in a jiffy. Just let me throw my shoes on and grab my purse. Don’t look at it until I get there, okay?”

Penelope hangs up the phone before you even have a chance to respond. She’s always extremely quick to action when needed, which is a part of why she’s so good at her job. You’re the one who’s more likely to freeze up first. This is a great example of that.

She uses her key to let herself into your apartment and finds you laying on your bed—in the same spot you called her from.

“You didn’t look yet, did you?” she yells.

“No. I waited for you. The timer went off like three minutes ago.”

She sits down on the bed beside you, and you sit up to meet her.

“Do you feel ready to look?” she asks, quietly.

“I don’t know. I know it’s just nerves, but as soon as I took that test, I felt like I was going to pass out.” You take a deep breath and attempt to collect yourself a bit more before asking the question you know you need to. “Do you think you could look at it for me, Pen?”

“Oh, Y/N, of course.”

She wraps you in a big, warm hug, allowing you to focus on relaxing your breathing and slowing your heart rate. These big, long, calming hugs are something else you two came up with as a tool for managing the nature of your job. Huddle hugs, you call them. The time and space for connection with each other, and for calming your bodies. You know that she won’t pull away until you do, so once you feel some of the tension in your chest ease and the fog in your brain lift, you pull away and give her a thankful smile.

She goes into the bathroom and grabs the test off the counter, bringing the wrapper with it in order to keep it covered. She takes her spot next to you again and that shaky, tense feeling in your chest is quickly flooding back in. Your eyes are locked forward, purposefully keeping your gaze away from the test in her hands.

She gently places a hand on your back and rubs small, calming circles. “How do you want me to do this?”

“I just can’t look.” You grab a pillow from the head of your bed and clutch it to your chest. “I think you need to just rip the Band-Aid off before I lose my mind.”

You shut your eyes and bury your face in the pillow. Attempting to focus on calming yourself is only mildly successful for a moment, but as soon as you hear the crinkle of the wrapper, all bets are off.

The thuds of your speeding heart pumping blood throughout your body flood your hearing once again. Are you even breathing? You suddenly become aware that you’re not getting any fresh air with your face in this pillow.

The one time you don’t want to think about Spencer, memories of him clutter your consciousness. His perfect lips, even when they’re a bit chapped because he doesn’t listen to your advice about carrying lip balm. He always kisses you as if he’s thanking you for loving him, simultaneously telling you how much he loves you. The peaceful warmth that fills your chest when he’s holding you. Hearing him say your name first thing, every single morning—without fail—in his groggy, deep morning voice.

All you can think about is Spencer.

Penelope’s voice barely cuts through the fog, but once it does, your mind quiets completely.

“Honey…”

You immediately knew. You didn’t have to look at the test to know it was positive. She didn’t even have to say it outright. One word. Her single word was all you needed.

Tears immediately break free and flood your vision as you lift your head, only to turn and hide it in Penelope’s neck as she engulfs you in a big hug. Her shed tears drip onto your neck and you both start sobbing at the same time.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she struggles to get her words out through jagged breaths, “I promise, Y/N.”

You just hug her tighter in response.

Penelope knows that you have hopes to become a mother one day. But she also knows that your life is chaotic right now. Hell, she only found out about your secret relationship a little over a week ago. Regardless of whether this pregnancy is wanted or not, she knows that it’s definitely unplanned.

As she holds you, you silently thank the universe for Penelope figuring out your secret when she did, because you can’t imagine you going through this alone.

“We’ve almost caught this son of a bitch. Now, we have even more motivation to get his ass in handcuffs, because then we can throw the goddamn book at him, lock him the fuck up, and throw away the fucking key. Okay!?” Penelope says.

She never swears this much. You wipe your cheeks with your hands and nod in reply. Her impassioned pep-talk may be working, at least a little. Both of you are sniffling as you try to stop crying.

“I can’t lie and say you’re the toughest person I know, because I think we’re all aware that my pick for that title would be one, Mr. Derek Morgan.” She throws her hands up and finally gets a tiny giggle out of you. “But, after the rest of team, you’re the toughest, strongest, bravest, most resilient, most courageous, most…,” she gestures with her hands, as if the word is on the tip of her tongue, but you know she’s just trying to think of more adjectives, “most amazing, and most beautiful person I know.”

You half roll your eyes as you smile. Obviously, every member of your team, especially those in the field, are the toughest people you know. You still appreciate her sentiment and that she managed to make you laugh right now.

She lovingly brushes your hair off of your face, tucking it behind your ears. “We’ll make it through until he comes back, and then you guys can figure this out, okay?”

You let out a gigantic sigh, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes until you see static. You thought keeping this relationship a secret from the BAU for so long was a challenge. How are you going to keep this secret?

“What if Spencer calls?” you ask. “How the hell am I going to keep that in, or at minimum, not give myself away? Why are we both so bad at keeping secrets!?”

“I’m not sure, but I bet an astrologer would tell us that it’s something to do with our star signs, or something. At least we know that you’re a better secret-keeper than I am?”

Penelope thinks for a moment, but a solution comes to her fairly quickly. “How about I just stay here until the case is over and follow you around like a little lapdog? Then, if he calls, I’ll make sure you’re not giving yourself away! Easy-peasy!”

You know her forced confidence is in order to make you feel better, but it really is helping right now.

“You’ll just find any excuse to stay over at my place, huh?”

“There’s a reason that I have a second toothbrush in your bathroom already. I staked my claim here first and Spencer’s lucky I love him, because I wouldn’t be giving you up to just any man without a fight.”

You pull her in for another big hug.

“Now that I think about it,” she says, “this probably explains why you cried when we watched Finding Nemo the other night.”

“Shit,” you laugh. “That really does make more sense now. That movie has a bunch of sad parts, though!”

“It’s okay, my sweet little cherub. I don’t know a lot about pregnancy, nor do I want to, but I know that you’ve got a lot of funky hormone stuff going on right now. I’m sure Spencer will give you the rundown of exactly which hormones are doing what when he gets home.”

He probably will. Well, if he wants to keep it, that is. You aren’t even sure what you want yet. Maybe it’s just the shock and as soon as that clears, you’ll know? You just wish that Spencer was here to talk to. It’s so scary and having zero clue how he’ll feel makes it even more frightening. Without Penelope helping you down from the worst of the shock…?

“Pen, thank you.” You nod and smile, feeling your face heat as you get emotional again. “I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you right now. I probably would have passed out on the bathroom floor if you hadn’t lessened the blow for me.”

You pick the test up from the floor, where Penelope must have dropped it after seeing the result. You haven’t looked at it with your own two eyes yet. Flipping it over, your vision immediately tunnels to that little blue plus sign, everything in your peripheral a blur. It feels like you’re holding the weight of the world in your hands. Penelope wraps her arm around you and leans her head against yours.

“I was gonna say ‘Anytime!’, but then I realized that I’d hope accidental pregnancies don’t become a regular occurrence within our friendship.”

Her joke grounds you a bit and you blink yourself out of your trance. You hand the test towards her.

“You next?” you ask, a small smirk forming on your face. She takes it from you and places it on the bed beside her.

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Not unless another coworker of ours finally gives in to his desires for me, because we would have some gorgeous babies.”

“If we were at work, you’d be getting the time-out bean bag chair right now for that,” you say.

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[iholli]

fkcisndksjsn I was gonna respond as an ask but Tumblr is being mean to my phone rn + I realized I am gonna talk way too much gkdggjchbkjv

it's so true !!!! I haven't seen Mad Max (nobody tell my bestie they'll consider it a cardinal sin) but watching the trailer I fr thought it was gonna be a Mad Max Collab ???? I'm still so confused why it's not, I don't mind Fallout at all, it's just so odd !! but they made this season just for you, omg, Metallica and all 😂👏

AWWDXJENDKJSHS SHAKES UR HAND !!!!! superheroes as a general thing have been like, my entire life, even though I watch more stuff than I read comics, but both are cool for me >:3c

HAWKEYE IS A BASED ANSWER. dude rocks and my god, what a MOOD. I absolutely loved the Hawkeye show + it seems like he's sooooo funny in the comics too. I kind of want to pick up the comic the show is based on, when I can afford to do so, it looks like a lot of fun ???

IRON MAN !!! I still remember seeing the movie in theaters. what an awesome character !!! I've really enjoyed seeing him grow over the years of watching the movies and I sooo get why people like him sm.

omg,,,,,,, fellow Gambit enjoyer,,,,,,,,,,, how do u only keep getting cooler,,,,,,,, that favs list alone, you are definitely gonna enjoy 97 methinks. I'm rewatching it rn since I just finished the og show [only got into X-Men this year thanks to my brother] and it's just SO good. I mean, one emotional gut punch after the other, but what a masterpiece 😭👏 [plus as a comics reader you'll,,, more likely be prepared for the pain] oooo, you're like, the fourth person to recommend Evolution, I really gotta check it out :0 !! /gen

your whole favs list is super cool, omg !!!!

yeah that's totally fair !!! ooooo, those are great choices too, Ragnarok and Winter Soldier are easily the best "solo" movies for their respective characters imo and GotG is just SO good !!!

DC is totally my main dckjdndksjsn, I grew up with Batman: The Animated Series and I'm absolutely a snob about that era of DC being peak, plus the 60s Batman and Green Hornet shows !! although I'm really hopeful about DC media in the future, My Adventures with Superman has restored my faith and I'm soooo hyped about all the upcoming projects 😭😭

for DC, easily it's Martian Manhunter at number one, and Ratcatcher II! I also love Wally West Flash, Hawkgirl, Razer from Green Lantern: TAS, and The Question [Vic Sage], but there's so many good characters !! I also love love love the Justice Lords but I could probably actually talk about that for days. I think I have, somewhere on my blog, at least once.

for Marvel it's Loki at number one haha, Ant-Man [Scott Lang but Hank Pym is so great too], Captain America, Gambit, and Nightcrawler, just offhand xD both these lists could be super long if I really went down the line + I guarantee I'm forgetting some LMAOOO

OOO I don't know all those groups but from what I recognize, v good music 🫡 I listen to pretty much everything so just to pick a couple favs: Steam Powered Giraffe, which will always a special place in my heart; Ratt, OneRepublic, Mystery Skulls, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, and Powerwolf! plus electroswing and lots and lots of instrumental & lofi stuff,,, I have music playing almost 24/7,,,

okay, that's my ramble for the moment, ehe 💖💖

dkxjsndkxjs omg I definitely see why you like Megalo Don 😭👏💖 iconic fr

OOO, you like Marvel, now I'm really gonna be obnoxious >:3c

who's your favorite Avenger, who's your favorite X-Men, and do you have other favorite Marvel characters 👀

do you generally like the comics better or do you have any MCU favorites? characters or movies / shows, either way xD

have you watched X-Men 97 👀

AND do you like DC as well, or just Marvel?

also good music taste 👌👌 who's your favorite artist / band, and do you have a favorite album by them or someone else?

OOO more questions, awesome!! listen... Mad Max fuels me lmao no pun intended but when I saw the trailer for wrecked I was immediately getting MM feels and then I saw Don in game and it was all over for me! Im so happy you're also a marvel fan?!! wow you're honestly so cool rat. -reaches hand to shake- my favourite avenger is hawkeye -gets shot- I unironically like him and I have no shame. but Im also very much an iron man enjoyer. for x-men I gotta go with my boys magneto, cyclops, gambit aaaaand also a huge fan of cable! others favs are definitely ultron [my all time fav], andrew forson [super obscure character but looove him], star-lord, agent venom, crossbones, winter soldier, mysterio! I do like some of the mcu movies but the comic books are just what I have always preferred. though mcu movies I highly enjoy are guardians of the galaxy, winter soldier and thor ragnarok. I haven't watched 97 yet but I definitely need to! I grew up with the 90s animated series so 97 is A MUST! btw I can recommend xmen evolution to you if you haven't seen it, it's very fun to watch lol. I do like dc too! but I don't own nearly as many comics as I have for marvel. now I need to know your favs for marvel and also dc! my favourite musicians / bands to listen to are definitely mr kitty, hollywood undead, mind in a box, thyx, ac/dc, metallica, eisbrecher, corpse husband, perturbator, the weeknd uhh yes. hbu?

[uncpanda]

Mess

Prompt: Is that my shirt?

Requested by: @dende-cosplay

    It’s not unusual to come home and find the apartment a mess. Neither you or Vic are tidy people. You’re more along the lines of throw the clothes and let them land where they may, kind of people. So coming home to the apartment covered in clothes doesn’t really make you suspicious, until you come across, Vic tossing more and more things out of the closet.

    You stand in the doorway of the bedroom and watch as he throws clothes this way and that until he finally murmurs something, about finding “it.” You peer over his shoulder and your eyebrows knit together, “Is that my shirt?”

    He looks back at you, not one bit surprised to find you there, “The shirt you wore on our first date to be exact.”

    You nod once, “And you need it why?”

    “Arrow doesn’t believe you exist.”

    “And this bothers you why?”

    He blinks twice, “Because, while my theories may be out there, you are perfectly normal. However, I can’t just show up with you, that would put both of us at risk. This shirt will work.”

    You consider asking how, but instead, you decide against it, “Okay. Chinese for dinner?”

    He pecks you on the lips, “Please and thank you.”

    You smile, “I’ll go order, you pick up the clothes.”

[sols-rambles]

JLU Question & fellow hero reader HC please (and perhaps Huntress as well if going romantic route for hc as I can hardly hope to tear apart the OTP... unless to make an OT3 lol)

I absolutely LOVE the Question so I did reader x question and ot3 with huntress i hope thats ok

Question x reader

• He's a strong "ignore feelings till they go away" kind of guy, and love isn't different

• Eventually he decides to shoot his shot and confess to you, except he makes it as difficult as possible

• He has you solve a puzzle and get a clue, continuing until you reach him.

• Considering the number of people you can think of who would do this is small (and you're hoping it isn't Riddler) you're pretty sure its Question, but he will deny any accusations and you're just going to have to finish his puzzles.

• His actual flirting though? God awful. It's like he googled "worst pickup lines", or more likely, he asked Flash.

• I mean "I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?" Type pick up lines.

• It's practically impossible to tear him away from his work, but if you do? He's an absolute cuddle bug.

Huntress x question x reader

• They're both pretty slow to trust anyone, hero or not, so bringing someone new into a relationship isn't exactly easy.

• Surprisingly, Huntress is more open to adding someone to their relationship.

• Huntress (not as surprising) is the one to initiate pretty much everything in your relationship

• Your date nights usually consist of getting Question to shower for what might be the first time in a week and breaking into a top secret government facility (how romantic)

• Date nights are difficult to say the least, you, a workaholic, and a vigilante have pretty conflicting schedules, but if you want to be with them while they work they won't say no!

• You'll have to listen to Question rambling (he does enjoy having someone to bounce ideas off of though) and it's a little hard to actually spend time with Huntress when you're fighting someone in a warehouse, but at this point? Take what quality time you can get with them.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hello, I just found out about you and I like your work it's really great. I had an idea for a prompt, I didn't see anything like it in your posts. In the last prompt, Demands are met, you mentioned the s/o has scars. What if they were all on a hunt for something dangerous and while tracking it got separated, the yautja and the human are separated and can't get to each other right away. Then the creature they were tracking finds the human and attacks. The human fends it off and maybe even kills it but gets hurt. The yautja finally gets to the human, what do they do? How are they gonna feel seeing their human scared, injured, and covered in the blood of the enemy? How do they heal their injuries and is it gonna hurt them as much as we see it hurt the yautja? Do they try to comfort them? This is NOT a NSFW prompt, just something I thought of, more angsty and comfort really. Thank you for writing cool stuff.

Battling Dangers

Pairings: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x Reader (Gender Neutral) x Uihoy (Male Yautja)

Word count: 2870

Summary: The Gourtow are dangerous. Six limbs with keen teeth ready to tear into your flesh. Uihoy and Vic'tao take you out to hunt this creature. You've trained with them, learned how to hunt and kill. There's no way you're the best out there but you know the basics. Where's better to learn when out in the field. Your lovers have you sit high in the massive trees of this planet, eyes watching out for said creature. On this planet, something was always bound to happen. You find yourself face to face with a Gourtow. Uihoy and Vic'tao nowhere in sight.

Author note: I love this ask! It was such a great idea after posting 'Demands are Met.' I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I'll happily keep writing.

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Ao3

“Show the holo, again,” you urged and leaned against the table’s edge on your elbows before you. H-21, an unstable planet, was slowly rotating. The yellow light illuminating everyone’s face in the war room.

Vic’tao threw you a raised eyebrow in your direction. “Again? We’ve shown you countless times,” the younger male exasperated. They have. Yet, you wanted to see it again. It’s a creature you’ve never thought could exist in real life. Gourtow’s are truly an alien creature. And elusive.

“Yes, again,” you responded and flicked his forearm. Vic’tao just gave you a look that both you and Uihoy knew what it meant. You just laughed instead and smiled smugly up at him. “I’m trying to figure out where to put it on my side of the wall when I kill it.”

To be honest, you don’t have much confidence you’ll be of help on this hunt. They are taking you with them because you asked. You’ve proven above basic fighting and defending, as well. That probably contributed to it, a lot. It’ not like you’ve taken them both down, yet. But, you’re smaller than them and able to hide tiny places because of that. They accepted that reason.

The yellow and blue male turned to fully face you, mandibles twitching. He leaned down, his sage green eyes solely focused on yours. “Is that so, sharp one? You believe you can kill a Gourtow?” he sneered, upper mandibles lifted up. It was all just jest between the two of you.

“Stop. Focus on hunt,” Uihoy ordered and tapped a claw against the table. You blew a hair out of your face then looked at the purple and green male on the other side of you. “Know that. Do want trophy or not, little hunter?” Oh, boy. That you do. You were going to kill the Gourtow and prove to Vic’tao that you can. Plus, Gourtow’s skulls are cool looking.

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The ground trembles underneath your feet for the tenth time on the day of the hunt. H-21 was unstable. Vic and Uie have told you this before stepping on the planet. That’s what helps makes the Gourtow elusive and difficult to kill. You dreamed on killing it and opportunity is now set before you.

A scowl grew on your face, hidden by the biomask designed for your human features. Your grip tightened on the tree branch you were perched on. A few loose leaves floated down to the ground around you like fallen feathers. You were quick to snatch on from before it could pass you. The texture felt something like velvet. Glancing to the branches above you, you snuck the leaf into your little sack.

It’s already been stated you would be their watch out. The swamp side of this planet was diverse and strange. There’s so many different creatures that live here. It can be overwhelming for even the most talented of lone Yautjas. That why it was the three of you now. It’s best to hunt in groups on this planet or else it maybe your last hunt.

Quiet chitters and clicks sounded from above you. Your head canted upwards and spotted the cloaked forms of Vic’tao and Uihoy. After your two years with them, you’ve learned how to easily spot them.

Though they are speaking in their own language, they’ve been teaching you. As they spoke, you picked out known words and figured out what they were talking about.

Just how they were going to do this. The two of them wanted this to be a shared trophy between the three of us. Yet, some battles don’t always go to plan. Whoever got the finishing kill in the end would have ownership to it.

After that was agreed upon, the two leaped from their own branch and landed on yours. They’re cloaks falling. With the planet’s atmosphere, it caused the trees to grow massively. Your spot barely shook underneath their added weight. “Go off to hunt. Stay and watch, little hunter,” Uihoy urged and sat down on his hunches. You smiled up at him. He nudged his brow against your forehead.

You turned your head and pressed your lips against one of his upper mandibles. “Have fun and a good hunt, loves.” Vic’tao patted the top of your head with a short purr.

“We will. You, keep diligent and watchful for us,” Vic’tao said then nodded his head towards Uihoy. Mention Yautja dipped his own and stood. The two gaze down at you before taking their leap into the swamps around you. Vic’tao was the first to land on a tree branch nearby. Then, Uihoy latches onto one and uses the momentum to land higher than Vic. You knew there was a smirk on his face afterwards,

On the other limb, you started to climb upwards to get a better advantage. The metal fake claws attached to the end of your fingertips aided you. A present given to you by Uihoy after Vic’tao made a comment about how dull and weak your nails were. They left little marks in the tree as you searched for a better perch.

From your spot, you were able to see the sun dip below the horizon before disappearing. It had been hours since they’ve departed. Your butt was beginning to ache due to the limb you sat on. It gave no remorse.

The swamp refused to quiet. Even after you saw a reptile-crocodile looking creature swimming through the waters below. Everything was so chaotic here. One thing after another. Yet nothing simmered to a calm aura.

Another earthquake shook the tree you were perched. Your grasp on it tightened until it had passed. A breath of relief escaped your lips. Then, that extra sense your lovers helped sharpen began to tingle. Your eyes swiftly and thoroughly scanned through the foliage around you.

As you ensured the area was secured, a thick, heavy frame crashed upon your smaller one. A high-pitch yelp that had escaped you was cut short. The air rushed out of your lungs at the sudden force. It pressed your front first into the scratchy bark and scrapped against your skin. Two wide paws pinning you.

Sharp teeth latch onto your shoulder and pulled. Screams of anguish tore at your throat. You kicked your legs and struck the leg of something. Yet, the creature didn’t falter. Your metal claws reached behind you to the best of your ability and scratched at it. They dug into flesh, blood beginning to fall from its new wounds.

When it didn’t release, you went in for a second time with more force. This time, you struck something sensitive to the creature. It opened its maw and let you go. You were swift to grab your ki’cti-pa, let it extend to its full length, and face the offender.

A snarling, bleeding Gourtow stood before you. It’s head slightly lowered to the ground as its purple blood dripped from the left side of its head. The back left eye had been cut by your talons. Three other eyes were focused to your frame. Its long ears pinned to its head, saliva dripping its opened mouth. Fatal, sharp teeth shined in the limited light.

Adrenaline rushing through your veins as the two of you sized one another up. You took barely a second to scan around the general area. The fall would be painful, possibly deadly; you would most likely drown.

When one of the Gourtow’s front paw shifted, you lunged. It did the same. The creature’s maw fully open, teeth aiming for your softer body. It’s four front paws reached out before its body, claws ready to tear flesh.

Deadly teeth latched around your Combistick. The weight of the Gourtow caused pain to shock through your shoulder. You retreat to the side. It fell with the momentum and almost slips off the branch.

The Gourtow was distracted enough as it scrambled for purchase. An opportunity opened. You yanked your weapon back and rushed forward. It saw this, then stopped struggling and let it’s bulky body fall to the branch below. You were quick to follow without much thought. Your Combistick pointed towards its growling body.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, fucker!” you snarled as your body soared through the air. The Gourtow dodged. That wasn’t something you expected, you weren’t thinking.

You landed then leaped to the closest limb. Air whooshed behind you, talons slashing through it. That was almost you. You spun around, Combistick out after your feet touched down. The Gourtow had followed you. All six limbs ready to kill you.

After you saw this, you planted the other end of your ki’cti-pa into the bark. It couldn’t stop and plowed its deep chest into your Combistick.

Purple blood sprayed out all over your body. But the Gourtow wasn’t dead yet. One of its front four limb swiped at you, long enough to claw across your chest. Curses flowing from your loose lips as you stumbled back. Your hand came up and touched the bite mark on your shoulder. Blood easily coated the limb, both red and purple.

When your gaze found the creature, where the Combistick was in the bark was cracking. It was going to fall off! Then it would be lost to the swamp waters below. Those other predator-like animals would happily snack on your kill.

It was still struggling, somehow alive with a ki’cti-pa through its chest. You acted fast. A thin yet sturdy wire shot from your gauntlet. At the end was three sharp point that dug into the Gourtow’s flesh.

Most of the Gourtow’s weight was solely in your hands now. The dying creature struggled, clawing and swiping at every chance possible. It attempted to break the wire. No such luck. You tried to pull back with your own weight but it wasn’t enough.

Behind you was a limb branching off of the one you were on. You lunged for it began to wrap the wire around it. Your quick action saved your kill from falling off.

Finally, you stepped up to the creature, just out of reach. “Thank you, you’ll bring honor to me and my lovers,” you whispered before striking out with your metal talons. They swiped across the Gourtow’s throat, more blood spraying out. You moved back just as a claw swiped at your arm, effectively creating a deep gash.

A pained cry tore from your lips. You stumbled back and glared as the Gourtow died before you. Blood poured over your skin, forcing you on your butt.

The adrenaline was beginning to wear off. Your head felt dizzy and light, chest heaving with deep breaths. You pulled out your med pack but your hands shook too much to hold anything. The blood caused everything to be slippery.

After a third attempt to grab a needle from the pack, you yelled. Your voice echoed out in the trees around you. Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes as you stared up into the dark sky.

Then, it finally hit you. With one press of a button, you can call for help from your lovers. Fucking hell. Your hands trembled as you opened up the screen. “No need to do that, little hunter.” A voice sounded  behind you. Your head whipped to face the origin and found two cloaked bodies.

But, you already knew who they were. With the condition of your frame, you couldn’t stand up and greet your lovers. Your eyes stared up at Vic’tao, tears prickling the corners. His body was tense, string tight, hands fisted at his sides. The yellow male finally took the first step forward then knelt at your side. Purrs spilling from Vic’tao’s throat like a waterfall. “We’re so proud of you. We watched. You did so well.”

It didn’t hit you though, your eyes now on Uihoy. The purple Yautja shadowed what Vic’tao had done then took your injured forearm into his hands. He simply pulled the needle from your pouch and plunged it into your bicep. Usually, it would be painful but it only felt like a small sting. “Good, little hunter. Done good. Good kill. Fought hard.”

Vic’tao’s hands petted you in a strange, comforting way. Purple and red blood coating the palms of his hands, not that he minded. He grabbed your chin and forced your head to turns towards him. His thumb slowly stroking over your cheek bone. Vic called your name.  “You did an amazing job. It’s your kill, your skull,” he praised. All you did was hum shortly, eyes slightly glazed over.

The other Yautja temporarily wrapped a binding cloth around the wound on your arm. You peered over to your kill. It’s jaw was dropped and eyes opened, completely glazed over. Dead of any life. And you had done that. All by yourself.

Your yellow lover stood up with Uihoy following. They studied your injured form, not moving to help as if you could get up yourself. But you didn’t move. You didn’t know if you could.

Uihoy sees this. The Yautja simply scoops you up and cradles you close. “Did well. Sleep. Vic’tao and Uihoy will bring back kill. Little hunter clean it, hang it up on trophy wall. Honor,” he stated proudly as the group began to make their way back to the ship.  Blood dripping down his arms as he leapt from tree to tree.

When the three of you reached the med bay, the oldest carefully set you down and got to work. The adrenaline beginning to wear off. Pain started to race up your arm and shoulder. You finally reacted to it all.

Their healing gel’s smell assaulted your nose after Uihoy declared everything had been patched. The gel was horrible in all senses, but it caused you heal a lot more quickly than an average human.

 Though Vic wasn’t needed, he refused to leave the room, let alone get less than five feet away from him. His hand came up and petted the top of your head. You let your eyes drift closed before sighing heavily. “I’m going to take wonderful bath. Join if you want but I’ll deal with the clean in a bit,” you stated and slipped off of the table Uie set you on.

Both Yautja’s unmasked eyes watched as your form lumbered out of the room. Vic was quick to follow. You easily felt the heat rolling off of him. Uihoy’s quiet pitter-patter of his feet shadowing close behind.

The two followed you into the shared bathroom. A large swimming pool-like tub sat in the middle of the room. You were quick to press some buttons. Water began to fill the tub, steam rising off of it.

Uihoy turned towards the younger of the two and chittered to Vic. Said Yautja whipped his head at the elder, mandibles slightly flared. All that Uihoy had to do was growl once. Vic grumbled before going. “Be quick.” You could hear the teasing tone in the purple Yautja’s voice.

Without another word, the two of you undress and got into the tub together. It would simply hold three Yautja’s with room to spare. He sat on a ledge provided under the water and held you bride style. When you wiggled to get into a better position, his arms tensed. “It’s okay, I’m fine. I was just shifting a little,” you attempted to calm your large lover.

He purred and held you close to him. His forehead rubbed against yours. “Alright.”

As you laid there with your head on his shoulder, thoughts begin to run through your mind. The metal claws on your fingers had been removed after you arrived in the med bay. Your nails dug into his hide as those thoughts grew worse. You could’ve died tonight. Never to see Uihoy and Vic’tao again. It took all of your will power not to sob right then and there.

Once you calmed yourself a little while later, you decided to speak up. “How do you guys not fear death?” It was a serious question. Them going out made terror plague your precious heart. What happens if one or both never returned? You were at their mercy now.

“Fear is flushed from our systems as a suckling. Fear causes you to make mistakes,” Vic’tao spoke. Your head whipped towards to find him already undressing. Purple blood sticking to his hide like a second skin. “If you fear something, you will die.”

“Well, I feared the Gourtow today and I didn’t die,” you responded with little sass. The younger male scoffed then jumped into the pool next to you guys. Water splashed up and soaked both Uihoy and you.

Uihoy growled at Vic’tao’s actions, but the yellow male ignored him. “You’re human. You’re different. Maybe your fear works in your favor. Maybe that’s why some of your kind have bested ours on rare chances.” Vic waded up to you then stroked your cheek. His words had reason to them. “And you did amazing. We watched as you killed the Gourtow. I’m glad those claws came in handy.”

You snickered, gazed casted down. “Yeah, they did. Thank you. Hope I gave a good show.”

“We’ve taught you well.”

“Truth that is, little hunter.”

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New Suicide Squad #16

Writer - Sean Ryan

Art - Philippe Briones

Cover - Juan Ferreyra

The Squad returns to Belle Reve to turn the tables on Vic Sage and Black Manta.  They've got the evidence that Sage used them and tried to set them up for more crimes in order to destroy the operation.  Now all they have to do is get those two out of a highly defended prison...during a riot!

This was a pretty fun wrap-up to this arc.  Great to see Waller take on Sage directly and confront him with what an @$$hole he is! Black Manta gets a fun, if cliched, monologue full of his opinions of the Squad and why he hates them.  Probably one of his best scenes in this whole series so far.  The best part of the issue is the final scene between Waller and Deadshot.  Deadshot really puts some pieces together for her (and the reader) about the reasons they both need Belle Reve and Task Force X.  Some great dialogue there and a truly nice character spotlight for both of them.

Still confused over why the character was "Vic Sage."  Way back in the day, Vic Sage was the Question, a faceless vigilante that confronted crime in the darkest of places.  This character had NONE of those qualities and no apparent connection to the alter ego.  Just kind of seems a waste to use the name, but drop the ball on any and all expectations.  Is it just a copyright thing?  Did DC need to use the name to keep their copyright alive?  Maybe...but it was disappointing.

Solid issue that resets the status quo.

[jessiquinn]

Masterlist

hello everyone this my masterlist,  🤓... 

lots of my fanfics are old here, I just edited them and tried my best to improve them. I’m trying my best to edit all of my old fics first then I’ll start with the new ones! ✨ this list will be constantly updated

⚡️some people got confused about the gender situation here, there’s no specific pronouns. I try my best to make those stories made for everyone, so anyone can enjoy it. I’m sorry if that made my stories quality worse... but I like it like this... and thank you for reading ⚡️

You can read my fics on here and:

Ao3 : Jessiquinn     Wattpad : haninchan

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soft/cute  💟     Angst  💧   Smut/lemon  🔥

(coming soon) means the idea is there but I still haven’t wrote it yet.

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Fandoms

Dc universe

(From justice league- justice league unlimited)

Justice league

- Justice league x villain reader pt1  💧

- Justice league x villain reader (Batman x ex villain reader) pt2

- Gem thief (Nightwing x villain reader)  💟

- Moonlight (Nightwing x villain reader)  💟 💧

- I want to live (reader x The Question AKA Vic sage)  💟 💧   

- Freedom (Dick Grayson aka Nightwing x Reader)

- (Flash x villain reader) (coming soon)

- The Sun and The Moon (Wonder Woman x villain reader)

- Green lantern x villain reader (coming soon?)

- Lost (Green lantern John Stewart x reader) (coming soon)

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Marvel

Spiderman

- Spiderman x villain reader

- Assignation (Spiderman x villain reader) (coming soon)

X-Force

- Drug (Deadpool x reader)  💟( 🔥 kinda...)

-”You are perfect”, “shut up”(reader x cable AKA Nathan Summers)

- Time paradox (reader x Cable AKA Nathan Summers)

- Unwanted jealousy (reader x Cable AKA Nathan Summers)

- Attraction (Deadpool x reader) (coming soon)

HEADCANONS

-  Deadpool with wolf powers!

X-Men

- Tired (Wolverine x Villain reader)  💟

- Mind control (Charles Xavier x reader) (coming soon)

Fanfic

- Charles Xavier x villain reader (still doesn’t have a name, coming soon)

Avengers

- The intruder (Loki x villain reader)

Generator Rex

-The undying series (Rex x villain reader)  💧

and more to come   

[uncpanda]

Secrets Out: Part 8

Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

    “Nobody wanted to listen when I warned them.”

    You glance over your book at your husband, “Have you tried rubbing it in their faces? The fact that you were right? It might cut down on the crazy rumors, and it might make you feel better.” Vic just stares at you, and you smile, “I’m kidding Vic.”

    He continues to pace, “I don’t like this. Somehow, someone gathers enough information on us to expose our identities, and expose our families. We were able to do what we do because our secret identities kept our loved ones safe.” He kneels down in front of you, “We need to move.”

    You lean forward and kiss him, “I’m not moving.”

    He groans, “Y/N, this building isn’t safe. We can stay on the Watchtower until we can find something more secure.”

    “Like a bunker?”

    “I was thinking a secret base in the mountains.”

    Sitting up you take his hands in yours, “Vic, I love you sweetheart. I love that you help people. I love that you’re inquisitive. I love that you are a superhero. And just because your secret identity has been exposed, doesn’t mean that we have to uproot our lives. We keep living, and we keep working Vic. We’ll figure it out. But we are not going off the grid.” Your hand goes to your protruding belly, “I am not giving birth anywhere but a hospital, where there are drugs.”

    He grumbles but simply pulls you into his arms, “I have all the questions, and you have all the answers.”

    You smile and lean back into the couch, “I’m your wife, of course I do.”

[uncpanda]

Handcuffed

Prompt: I was wondering if you could write a Question X reader where the reader is a personal investigator where she bumps into Question who's working on the same case

Requested by: ANON

AN: Short and cute.

Fandom: DC

    “Fancy meeting you here.”

    He doesn’t even look up from his phone, “Considering the fact that you’ve been following me for three days, I wouldn’t really chalk this up to coincidence.”

    You shrug, “We’re following the same guy. Following a guy without a face is easier than following a one in a million mobster.”

He shrugs, “Just don’t get in my way.”

Your eyes slide to him, “You’re the one who tripped last time.”

His head swivels towards you, “You’re the one who tripped me!”

You smile, and stand up from your chair before walking over to him. Slowly, you lean over him, caging him in with your arms. “Now Vic, don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy my company.”

“You’re the devil, and one of these days I’ll prove it.”

Smiling, you lean down and kiss him, long and slow. When you pull back you smile,

“Thanks for the help Question, but I have a bad guy to nab.”  

    You hear the metal tug as he tries to stand. And you’re certain that under that mask his face is red with anger. But you can only grin. After all, how often does a girl get to handcuff a detective to a chair?

[uncpanda]

Betrayal

Prompt: Hello, I hope you're having/had a wonderful day. I was wondering if its not to much trouble could you write a angst+fluff Question x Reader where the Reader is dating Vic Sage and doesn't know that he is The Question untill something happens. Also I wanted to let you know that I love your work. 💜💚

Requested by: Anon

    You stare at the door. When he comes in, he’s covered in bruises, and his clothes are torn. After the night you’ve both had, that’s to be expected. He meets your gaze as he closes the door, “You’re still here.”

    “My name is on the lease.”

    “I don’t know where to start . . .”

     Your eyes are puffy, and bloodshot, and you’re fairly sure you’ve cried all the tears you have to offer. “Five years. You’ve been lying to me for five years Vic.”

    “Y/N . . .”

    “No, wait that’s only how long we’ve been married, We’ve been together for eight. So eight years of you being some sort of vigilante and I’m just now finding out about it. I mean, how oblivious can I be? The late nights, the bruises . . .I figured it was all part of the job . . .but this?” The betrayal in your voice is clear.

    “I can explain.”

    Your voice rises, “Explain what, Vic? How you lied to me for eight years? That every time you said you were working late or had fallen down, it was really your side job?” When he says nothing you stand up, “That blank face I saw tonight, it’s the perfect symbolism. Because the man I thought I knew, the man I loved doesn’t exist. Our entire relationship is a lie.”

“It is not a lie.” He yells. You jump a bit. Vic had never raised his voice. He’d always waited for quiet. It takes him three steps to reach you, his hands land on your shoulders, “I love you. I wanted to protect you. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you but now that everything is out in the open we can . . .”

“We can what? Be honest?” Your voice is a whisper, “I don’t know how to trust you anymore Vic. A mad man took me from our home tonight. He almost killed me. He almost killed you. He almost killed our baby.”

You see the shock on his face, “You’re . . .”

You nod, “Pregnant. Found out this afternoon. After four years of trying, too. And now this.” You take a step back, “I’m going to go stay with my parents for a while. I need some time Vic.”

“Y/N . . .”

“Don’t,” you take three steps back, putting some distance between you, “You know what the worst part is, you didn’t even come straight to me. You went after whatever the goal was. Of all the people who I thought would betray me like this, you were never on the list Vic. I’ll see you . . .sometime.” And without another word, you left.

[uncpanda]

Not Likely

Prompt: If you're still doing requests can you do one with the Question and the reader is like the person who keeps the information files in order for the League; also if it's not to much can you have the reader shy and somewhat of a sister to Bats

Requested by: ANON

    “If you’re bringing me some new, cockamainmy conspiracy theory, you need to turn around and leave right now.”

    He doesn’t take the threat seriously, then again, he never does. “Someone’s running on fumes.”

    You let out a growl, “What was the first give away, Question? The bags under my eyes, the slept in clothes, or the fact that I’m about to destroy this computer?”

    He leans against the giant computer, “None of the above. It’s your hair.”

    “My hair?”

    “Yes… it’s up in a ponytail, you never do that unless you’re stressed, or working on a challenge. I’d say this is a bit of both.”

    You take a deep breath, “Leave now before I toss hot coffee on you.”

    “That won’t happen.”

    “So sure, are you?”

    “Considering that you keep a stock at home, and call it the nectar of life, I know you wouldn’t waste a cup on me… especially when you’re three days into the hack of your life.”

    You rub your hands over your face, “What are you doing here, Vic?”

    “The bed’s been cold.”

    You look up at your boyfriend. Vic was not a sleeper. Usually he was a hundred percent after three hours, and getting him to rest was a chore within itself. However, he didn’t like sleeping alone. He blamed you, said you were too snuggly to sleep without.

    “Vic… ”

    “You need sleep.”

    You pout, “You’re one to talk.”

    “Some time away will do you some good… ”

    “The League… ”

    “Can wait eight hours.”

    You sigh before letting him pull you up out of the chair. Leaning on him, you walk down the halls towards the zeta tubes. “Who sent you? My dad or Bruce?”

    “Bruce. Mr. Pennyworth would have come up here himself and we both know it.”

    You sigh, “One of these days you’re just going to call him Alfred.”

    “Not likely.”

[uncpanda]

You Get Holidays

Prompt: reader was batsis and she was dating question? lol that would be interesting, especially if the fam is kinda protective. Detectives vs detective with batsis in the middle.

Words: 482

It’s what they call the group glare; when you, your brothers, and adoptive father all glare at one person. Typically, no one stands a chance, but Alfred … Alfred doesn’t even flinch. The butler simply keeps calm and carries on. So you and your family watch as he flits around the room, and moves the appetizers around.  

          When the doorbell finally rings, you push off the sofa and go answer it. You crack the door just enough to slip through, before closing it firmly behind you. “You don’t have to do this. Seriously we can just get into your car, and go have dinner on the opposite side of the world.”

          Vic just stares at you, or does what you assume is a stare. His faceless artificial skin is still in place. “And that would be more practical how?”

          You shrug, “I’m a spoiled, rich kid, what do I care?”  

          “You refuse to take money from Bruce, you work your own job, you’re a vigilante by night, and you volunteer at hospitals. Your claim is ridiculous.”

          Your eyes narrow, “What’s ridiculous is my butler digging up your personal phone number, calling you, inviting you to dinner, and YOU AGREEING!”

          “We’ve been dating for four years.”

          “So?”

          “We only admitted we were dating six months ago.”

          “And you see how that ended! My brothers glare at you every time you walk by in the tower.”

          “They did that before we admitted we were dating, and I have the pictures to prove it.”

          You stop him before he can open the briefcase in his left hand. “Don’t you dare pull out pictures of my brothers glaring at you.”

His hand stills, “Is there … something else going on?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally admit, “My family is a lot to handle.”

“Y/N, I’m an investigative reporter, trained in martial arts, a conspiracy theorist, and I fight crime at night.”

“And?”

“You attract a lot to handle, like pollen attracts bees. Now I suggest we go in.”

“Why?”

He points at something behind you. “Your brothers are glaring at me through the windows.”

Four hours and one food fight later, you decide you’ve had enough. You slip away from the table as Vic fends off you brothers with enough evidence to run them into the ground. Too tired to play referee anymore you begin heading up the stairs to your childhood bedroom. You’ve gone up three stairs when Bruce comes up behind you.

He simply holds out a small plastic cup with two aspirin in it, and says, “I recommend blocking Alfred’s number.”

You slump a bit, “He’s a good guy. I really do love him.”

Bruce just nods, “Just as long as we only have to love him at holidays only.”

You shrug, “I’ll take what I can get.”

[uncpanda]

Light a Fire

Prompt: “Hey it's cold. Light a fire or something. I swear you’re a cold-blooded reptile.”

AN: *Insert insane screaming here* The Question finally won something! I’m so happy!

Words: 655

          “Why in the world is it so cold in here?”

You smile as your brother walks through the door. He’s dressed in shorts and a god awful Hawaiian printed shirt, decorated with surfing dogs. You smile at him from underneath your throw blanket, and simply say, “It’s hot outside.”

Dick doesn’t say anything as he makes a mad dash across the cold hardwood floors, in bare feet, to the couch. He lands on top of you, and maneuvers you around until he is safely under the blanket with you. Once he’s fully covered by the blanket, he turns to you and says, “It is cold in here. We need to light a fire or something, because I swear you are a cold blooded reptile or something.”

You grin, “You’re being a tad dramatic brother dear.”

          He looks up at you with this horrified expression, “I am not being dramatic!”

          “Yes you are.”

          “Y/N! It’s summer and your apartment is so cold that we could build an igloo!”

          You smirk, “That’s the point Dick, it’s hot outside and cold inside. It’s what keeps me from melting.”

          He stares at you and asks, “Now who’s being dramatic?”

          “I don’t do the heat Dick. It frizzes my hair, it makes me sweat, and I tend to get light headed. I’d much rather stay cold.”

          “And what about that boyfriend of yours?”

          “Believe it or not, he prefers the cold too.”

          “If I didn’t, I would have frozen to death last winter.” A second voice sounds as Vic walks out from his theory room. He’s dressed in his usual suit, with his faceless mask is in place. “Your sister likes to sleep with the windows open during the winter.”

          You smile and say, “We make up what we overspend in summer by barely running the heat in the winter.”

          Dick just stares at you and asks, “Are you sure we’re related?”

          “Positive,” Vic says from the kitchen, not bothering to stick his head out, “I ran tests just to make sure.”

          You elbow Dick in the chest to knock the snarl off his face as Vic comes back out. He walks back to the couch and bends down to eye level, “I’ll probably be gone a few days, I’ll email so you know I’m safe, and I made several casseroles during meal prep on Sunday. They’re in the freezer with specific baking instructions, so please don’t eat nothing but take out.”

          You grin before kissing him, where his mouth would be, “You take very good care of me. I’ll even eat a salad with them. Be safe.”

          He gives you one last kiss before saying, “I will.” Then he turns to your brother and simply says, “Richard.” Before heading to the door. Just before he closes the door he calls out, “Stay cool sweetheart!”

          Dick doesn’t speak again until Vic has been gone several minutes. “You know, you’ve been dating the weirdo for like two years, and he still refuses to tell me his name. I can only call him by his codename, Question. Do you know his name? And does he wear nothing but that suit? What about the mask? Does he ever take it off?”

          You lean back a bit. “These questions have really been bothering you, haven’t they?”

          “First off puns are my thing, and yes they have.”

          You sigh, “He does have other clothes than suit, no he does not wear the mask all the time, and at first he wouldn’t tell you his name because he wanted to make sure he could trust you, now he doesn’t tell you because he knows it bugs you, and you get on his nerves.”

          Dick just gapes at you, “I get on his nerves? I GET ON HIS NERVES?”

          “Yes, would you like some hot chocolate?”

          Dick doesn’t answer, he just sits there kind of shocked. You just sigh and go to make some hot chocolate.