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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Whose Side Are You On? (Part Three)

Terminator (1984) reader-insert.

Warnings: death, violence, blood imagery, mention of war

Context: (Y/n), Kyle and Sarah have their first run-in with the Terminator.

A/N: Again, I just really suck at descriptions 😅💛

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As soon as we enter the brightly lit, cacophonous room, I feel disorientated, something in my head not quite able to compute the ranging sounds and heavy rhythms, my vision briefly blurring over as it corrects itself to adjust to this new environment. Around us, people are moving in time with each other, sweaty bodies pressing up against each other as they dance to this pounding music, the area bustling and uncomfortably busy, though we manage to get to what I know as the bar somewhat easily, given that people instinctively move out of the way of others. A strong reek of alcohol and sweat radiates from the throbbing crowd, the stench assaulting my nose harshly as we finally make it to the bar, barely able to hear ourselves think.

Subtly, I look over my shoulder at our target, locating her before turning back around, waving off the bartender as he comes over, completely unsure of what we'd order in any case, unfamiliar with the drinks on display. Instead, I stare at the entrance, staying like that for a good half hour as I watch more and more people arrive, though none of them seem to be the right one, apparently showing no real danger to the victim that is sitting a few metres behind me. I fiddle with the handgun in my pocket, running my fingers over the grip and stock, just to be familiar with it before I have to use it, my thumb flicking the safety off as it passes, the weight of the now-ready weapon reassuring in my pocket. We stand together for some time at the bar, not saying anything to each other, both too occupied with our own thoughts, until Kyle speaks up.

"You've got a gun, right?" He asks, looking down at my hand.

"Yeah, but I haven't got too much ammo." I affirm, my eyes remaining fixed on the entrance.

"Hopefully you won't need it just yet." He lowers his voice so he's whispering in my ear, " How about the...thing?"

My eyes flick to him.

"What do you mean?" I say, emotionless.

"Well, are you going to be ok, or is it gonna happen?"

"I'll be fine, thank you." I growl back, though I'm not totally assured of this myself, my hand instinctually coming up to run over the ghastly scar lining my face.

"Just making sure." Kyle reassures me, patting me briefly on the back as I return my gaze to the entrance, where something catches my attention.

"Hang on, look! He doesn't fit in with the rest of them...he's too...awkward." I point at a newcomer, a large, muscular man wearing an oversized grey jacket over a tight t-shirt, who's features are unrecognizable in the odd casting light. As if detached from the rest of the room, he steps through the crowd, eyes methodically roaming the faces present, his facial expression only now becoming recognisable.

His countenance is emotionless, as if dead and devoid of any feeling, which it most likely is, his huge stature easily parting the crowds. For a split second, his gaze finds Kyle and I, though it swiftly moves on when his homing device doesn't instantly recall our faces, making us both sigh in terse relief.

Initially, the newcomer walks past our target, just missing her as she bends to pick something up off the floor, though she then looks up to find Kyle watching her, freezing her in place. Naturally, this leaves her face exposed to the sight of the one person she should, in fact, avoid, the hulking figure making his way over to her, pulling a gleaming pistol from inside his jacket, the laser sight focused between her eyes with an unnatural accuracy.

Vaguely, I notice Kyle draw his sawn-off shotgun from under his coat, pushing and shoving confused people out of the way as he takes aim, cocking the gun and firing. As the gunshot splits the air, something behind my right eye whirs to life, my conscience suddenly fading as I slump forwards.

Beside Kyle, (Y/n) goes limp, body falling forwards slightly until her eyes suddenly snap open again. Instantly, her posture rights itself and she becomes rigid, expression blank as she pulls her handgun from her pocket, moving with military-style efficiency as she cocks it and takes aim, firing straight at her target, not reacting when he ducks out of the way.

"(Y/n), what that hell?!" Kyle screams at her as the bullet narrowly misses his head, eyes wide with confusion as he takes in the dead expression of his sibling. As she lifts the gun once more, however, it clicks in his head, a short burst of despair flaring to life inside him as he grits his teeth and slams his shotgun across her face.

Her body falls to the side, a dull crack coming from the impact point as she crashes into a nearby table, drawing the muscular figure's attention away from the terrified form of Sarah Connor and to the momentarily prone soldier a little way away. Seemingly disregarding the pain of being hit, (Y/n) climbs to her feet, gun now pointed at the guy across from her, eyes staring into each other as they watch each other, (Y/n) shooting into the broad torso without abandon until he falls back. As he goes, he shoots once at her, the round just grazing (Y/n)'s shoulder as it passes her, but there is no reaction at all. Instead, she turns back to Kyle, gun raised at him once more, eyes almost unseeing.

Behind them, the previously wounded man stands, expression just like that of (Y/n)'s showing no sign of pain whatsoever as he draws a quick-fire gun from under his coat, the bullets tearing through the air to (Y/n)'s left as he attempts to hit the fleeing Sarah Connor, only managing to catch someone running behind her. They fall to the floor, Sarah caught beneath the body of the dead runaway, the killer purposefully stepping over to her, weapon raised.

Upon seeing this, Kyle ducks out of range of the handgun pointed at his head, narrowly avoiding another bullet as he swiftly moves over to the entrance of the club, shouting at (Y/n) as she lets yet another bullet loose at him. Fortunately for him, that marks the last of her bullets, the soldier pocketing the gun and stepping forwards, eyes fixed on the retreating from of her sibling, only darkening when he lashes out with the shotgun again, cracking her across the face again. This time (Y/n) falls to the floor properly, body limp as her conscience leaves her, her head having hit a table corner on the way down.

Having dealt with one threat, Kyle turns his attention on Sarah Connor and the looming figure standing over her, his grip on the shotgun tightening as he lets loose into the clothed back of the seemingly invincible killer. Spinning on his heel, the tall man staggers backwards with every shot, falling out of the smashed window as each round smashes into him, leaving him sprawled on the pavement outside.

Going to Sarah's side, Kyle crouches down beside her, hand holding her arm gently as he tries to get her to move, eyes fixed on the body outside.

"Come with me if you want to live!" He snarls at her, hoping it will spur her on, though it's only when the man slowly sits upright again that she snaps out of her trance and scrambles to her feet, running after Kyle as he goes to leave, the soldier briefly stopping to scoop his sibling up into his arms as he goes.

Together, they race out of the building, leading their pursuer down a seemingly secluded backroad until they find a car which is already, conveniently, open, Kyle swiftly dumping (Y/n) onto the backseat as he uses the door as a shield, firing the shotgun at the gas tank under one of the cars a little way away, grimly standing again when the vehicle explodes. Harshly, he forces Sarah into the car with him, getting into the driver's seat and putting it into drive as he goes to pull away, only to curse when the guy suddenly appears on the bonnet.

The car tyres squeal loudly as he puts the vehicle in reverse, trying to throw the killer off with swerves and sharp movements, biting his lip when a fist is smashed through the windscreen, the hand instantly reaching for Sarah's throat. Thankfully, one particularly sharp twist manages to dislodge the man, sending him flying to the floor, the car quickly speeding away.

Part Four

#terminator imagine #terminator 1984 #terminator #arnold schwarzenegger #Michael biehn #Linda Hamilton

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