#blue beetle reader insert

[writing-fanics]

Pregnancy Scare

Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

.summary: ‘either it’s the dinner we had last night at the restaurant or im actually…’ y/n wakes up vomiting throughout the entire day and ontop of her period being late she and her boyfriend start to panic

cw: throwing up/ mentions of sex/ mentions of pregnancy/

a/n: havent seen the movie yet but will probs Saturday but this takes sometime before the movie also my first time writing a pregnancy scare story

Y/n is groaning in her sleep, with her arms wrapped around her stomach. Suddenly, she feels nauseated and experiences sharp pains. She smells the food cooking downstairs and feels her stomach grumbling. She quickly rushes to the bathroom and vomits into the toilet. She hunched over letting out the contents in her stomach, before groaning and flushing the toilet.

After vomiting, laughter was heard from the hallway. Jaime entered his girlfriend's room with coffee, thanking her mother for making breakfast. Once noticing she isn't in the bed he peeked, into the bathroom and saw her on the ground.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, worriedly and she looked at him for a moment her face pale. Before the urge to vomit arose again and she threw up in the toilet once again. "I guess not." He said, to himself. Placing the two mugs of coffee on the counter before kneeling down beside her and rubbing her back. As she threw up into the toilet.

She groaned as she reached towards the handle flushing the toilet. Then she leaned back against her boyfriend's chest, and he wrapped one arm around her, "That's one way to start the morning." She joked, and he looked down at her placing his hand on her forehead.

He planted a kiss on her forehead. "Maybe breakfast isn't the best thing right now," she mumbled, leaning into him. "Want me to bring you chicken broth and crackers?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, coming right up." He said, before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to her side of the bed. Placing her on the bed and tucking her in underneath the covers.

"I'd kiss you but I don't want to end up throwing up in your mouth." She said, and he looked at her with disgust. "Awe, you can kiss me later when your not all pukey." He said, and she chuckled. She watched, as he took the two mugs of coffee and left her room.

As she lay there in bed her mind started to wonder, about the possible reasons why she was sick. Stomach flu? Maybe but she doesn't have a fever nor does she feel warm. Food poisoning? Probably a few days ago they did go out to some sketchy restaurant. She could've sworn she saw a rat in the restaurant. Pregnant?

She laughed at the thought there was absolutely no way that she was pregnant. She and Jaime, haven't had sex in about a week so there's no possibility for her to be pregnant. Right? Well, her period is kinda late but that could be because of stress.

She wasn't ready to be a mother at all, and if she was to have kids it be while she was at least thirty. Not twenty-one, she bit her lip nervously and just then Jaime entered the room with a mug filled with chicken broth and a sleeve of saltine crackers. "You're supposed to be laying down, your mother's orders." He said, and she stared down at the ground.

"You alright?" He asked, closing the bedroom door behind her and walking towards her placing the food on her nightstand. He knelt down in front of her and took her hand, "Jaime, what if I'm pregnant?" she said, and he looked at her and she bit her lip.

"I'm not ready to be a mother." She said, nervously and started fidgeting with her fingers. Something Jaime noticed she always did whenever she was nervous. "Hey, it's going to be okay it's probably just a stomach bug or food poisoning," he said, and she looked at him.

He planted a kiss on the top of her forehead, "Um, any chance you can go buy some tests for me?" She asked, and he looked at her, "I just want to make sure." She said, and he looked at her for a bit before letting out a sigh. "Alright, I'll be right back," he said, and she smiled looking at him.

"I'll pay you back." She said, and he shook his head, "No need, I love you." He said, and she smiled planting a kiss on his cheek. "I love you too." She said and watched as he left the room.

She sat on her bedside and reached over to her nightstand grabbed the mug of chicken broth, and began to drink it slowly. "Please don't be pregnant." She mumbled, to herself nervously.

About half an hour later, Jaime returned with two pregnancy tests just to make sure. Along with some [favorite flowers] and candies. "Ah, baby." She said, wrapping her arms around him while kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey, no matter what we'll get through this," He said, and she smiled at him and looked down at the pregnancy test waiting for an answer.

the waiting game was grueling and it felt like hours, and after five minutes the results came back negative. The couple let out a sigh of relief as they stared at the pregnancy test. Jaime kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back, "If I ever end up actually getting your pregnant." he said, and she looked at him, "I'll be here for you." He said, and she smiled looking at him.

"I love you Jaime,"

"I love you too."

"I blame that sketchy resturant we ate at." She said, and he nodded his head in agreement, "That restaurant was sketchy." He said, kissing her on the lips again as she threw the test into the trash.

later that day

[Y/n] giggled, as Jaime and she sat on the couch and snuggled up to each other while watching a movie. "Well, today was an eventful day." She said, and he chuckled wrapping his arm around her, "Sure was." He said turning towards her before, kissing her on the lips.

"Y/n, why was there a pregnancy test in the trash can?" [M/n] asked, and the couple on the couch froze eyes widened as they stared at each other. [Y/n] slowly turned around and locked eyes with her mother, who held the pregnancy test in her hand and pointed at it.

"Ah, at least it's negative right Mrs. L/N?" Jaime said nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he two turned around. She craned her neck towards him and he pursed his lips and looked away.

[Y/n] chuckled nervously, "Ah, um well-I.." She started, and looked away, "I got nothing to say," She finished, and the mother pursed her lips before revealing another thing she found.

Jaime's and [Y/n]'s eyes widened in shock and horror, their mouths dropping. "I also found this care to explain?" [M/n] said, holding up a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and [Y/n] bit down on her lower lip.

[madlittlecriminal]

Hi, didn't know if your requests were still open but I was wondering if you could make a one shot for blue beetle. Spoilers but y'know how in the movie Khaji Da blatantly says whatever like emotional thing or physically thing is happening to Jaime? Kinda a one shot with that same concept where Khaji Da keeps telling Jaime what he's feeling or *feeling* towards the reader and the reader like asks Jaime what's up causs he keeps arguing with Khaji Da. It can me suggestive, smutty or fluffy, or all. All up to you! :)

Wing...A.I.? ➜ Jaime Reyes × Female!Reader

lol that end scene made me crack up with jenny

Warnings: friends to lovers, slight angst, smut, dry humping, blue balls/no finish

title is based off 'wingman' but because khaji da is an alien/a.i., it didn't feel right to say that, especially since im 90% sure khaji doesn't have a specific gender

He was annoyed. As much as he loved Khaji Da for being there for him, it was days like these where he would groan and wished he never opened the box.

You had came over since he offered to binge watch the new season of one of the many shows you both watched together.

"I can feel your heartbeat has increased, Jaime." The alien A.I.'s voice echoed through his ear, making him groan. "Not now, Khaji!" He whisper yelled as you were in the kitchen grabbing bottles of water for the both of you. "It only happens when she's around."

"Stop!" You raise a brow as you hand him the bottle of water. "You alright?" He nodded and chugged the water, making you slightly confused. "Uh, okay..." Jaime gave you a forced smile before turning towards the TV and played the show. You rested your head on his shoulder making his breath hitch slightly. "Your breathing has increased, and your heart rate has increased even more." Jaime groaned. "¡Khaji, por favor!" (Khaji, please!) You looked at him, brows furrowed as you tilt your head to the side. "Jaime, what the hell is going on with you and Khaji Da?" He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Nothing..."

You gave him a look he knew too well; it was the look his mom gave him when he was in trouble. "Jaime..." he huffed out a breath and ran his fingers through his curls. "Khaji's been bugging me about...something." You frown. "Obviously, but what?" He sighed. "I can't tell you."

"Liar." Jaime rolls his eyes at their words. "I mean, I could, but I don't...want to tell you." You gasp and rest a hand on his shoulder, feigning shock. "What?" He chuckled, but his breath caught in his throat when your hand trailed down to his bicep. "Your blood is-"

"Shh!" You giggled at him. "What did she say?" He shook his head. "Nothing I don't already know." You sighed. "Just talk to me, Jaime. What's up?" He took a deep breath. "If I tell you, it could change our friendship..." You snort. "Don't tell me another alien A.I. crawled up your butt." He glared at you. "For the last time, it didn't crawl up my butt." You laughed and nod, pulling out your pinky. "I pinky promise it won't change our friendship." He hooked his pinky with yours and gave you a shy smile. "I-I like you, (Y/N)...but more than just a friend."

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. "Oh." He gulped at your response, but quickly regained his composure when you leaned in. "For how long?" You asked. "For a while now actually..." he admits while his hand reaches over to touch your cheek. "Well, you and me both..." now it was his eyes that widened at your words. "Really?" You nod. "Jaime, just kiss her." Jaime chuckled at Khaji Da's words before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. You giggled into the kiss before kissing him back. His thumb caressed your cheek as you both got lost into the kiss, your heart racing before you eased your way onto his lap. He moaned into the kiss as his hands trailed down to your hips.

You broke the kiss with a smirk that made him chuckle. "So Khaji Da's your little helper when it comes to relationships?" He laughed. "You could say that." You shook your head with a smile before kissing him again while his hands trailed up and down your sides. Your hands gripped his shirt as your tongue slid across his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, allowing you access and letting your tongues dance along each other. You both let out a satisfied moan before you moved your hips against his. He groaned into the kiss as his hands traveled down to your hips once more. Jaime couldn't help himself as he moved you both so that you were laying on the couch and he was on top of you.

"Are we moving too fast?" He asked against your lips. "We could stop if you want." He shook his head before pecking your lips. "We can keep doing this. I don't mind." You bite your lip as your eyes met his. Jaime moved his hips against yours, causing you to moan. He leaned down and began leaving a trail of kisses on your neck as he continued to grind on you. You tangled your fingers into his curls as you buck your hips against his. He moaned against your neck as he kept going. You were both so close. The moment was right there. He felt it and you felt it.

Then your phone rang, the ringtone that belonged to your mom echoed through the room. "You got to be kidding me." He groaned as he got off of you, letting you go to your phone and answering it. "You're frustrated." He chuckled as he caught his breath. "You have no idea, Khaji."

[motherloads]

Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight

Disclaimer: I absolutely love Jenny in the film! Too bad I like writing miscommunication. No bashing of Jenny!

The reader was supposed to be brooding and menacing? But she’s a wreck with a symbiote lol.

My spanish is also pretty meh in writing despite being Mexican myself. I speak better than I write! Pls keep that in mind ◡̈

Summary: The reader watches on the sidelines as Jenny and her longtime crush, Jaime Reyes become close to one another. Being Milagro's closest friend, she dreads when she has to come over and see the lovebirds.

But who says her little friend would allow this to happen? And who says what she sees is true?

->Pairings: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

-> Use of (Name).

-> Marvel/DC crossover (mentioned Eddie Brock, Peter Parker, and relations to other fic)

->Warning: So much miscommunication, murder talk, and spinal cord removal :(

Once again, please ignore grammar mistakes.

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I'm the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean? When you gonna ditch that stupid, you got? It's me you should be seeing.

"Are you just going to continue to stare?" Milagro questions her close friend, who stares at her brother with a pair of love-sick eyes. "Dude, just go talk to him."

"Can't really do that," Her friend hums in response, "Look, Kord is walking over to him. Now he's going to have the brightest smile ever and then they'll hug Then she's going to pat him on the back and start helping him with your house remodel. Look! They're doing it!"

Exactly at that point, Jaime laughs as Jenny pushes him over, grabbing the paintbrush on her own and assisting him with the cream-colored outer walls. Jaime shakes his head in response, nudging her back.

"So what? I'm his sister, and what I can tell you is that they are NOT together. They're just really good friends!" Milagro explains, quieting down when Jaime looks over. "Come on, clear it up. I don't want to see my best friend so sad."

"I'm grieving," She pouts, lowering herself into the chair, "You don't see what I see. They are definitely together."

"Si no lo preguntas, nunca vas a saber," Another voice exclaims. Both girls turn their heads to her mother who shakes her head at them. "Don't be shy! I don't want my future daughter-in-law to lose her chance."

Feeling her face heat up, she looks away from the older woman's words. "I know he's your son, but I can't. I'm sorry."

Maybe if you weren't such a pussy, you would have gotten the guy. Does the K-dramas we watch together not mean anything?

The sudden voice caused her to jump straight into her seat. Narc had been quiet since she had arrive at the Reyes’ house hold. She hadn’t expected them to speak at all since he rarely did when she was at their residence. At first, it was off putting to never hear the familiar voice, but she slowly grew used to the silence.

Born out of wedlock from the original symbiote, Narc had been the symbiote who had begun their stay before she arrived in this Universe. They were the only connection she had to the life she once had. Or was it the other being stuck here as well? She wasn’t sure, she ignored all contact to the woman connected to her in more ways than one.

"K-Dramas are not real, idiot." She hissed under her breath.

"Did you say something, Mija?" Mrs. Reyes questions, resting her hand under the woman's chin. "You often talk to yourself, just like little Jaime."

"Mama!" Jaime calls out, "I'm not little anymore! Come on, don't tell her that!"

"You are little, cabrón. Don't you remember the incident? Naked con tus chiquito huevitos." His Uncle Rudy cackles, "Don't you remember that, ama?"

Their Nana shakes her head in response, smiling broadly at the memory. Milagro begins to laugh as well while Jenny sits beside the girls with a small nod in the direction of (Name). She returns the gesture, crossing her hands as she ignored how hard her heart hammered.

"I'm lost," (Name) murmurs, "So, so lost...But anyway, I have to head out. Thank you for having me!"

"Come by anytime, (Name)." Jaime grins, walking up to her and hugging the girl tightly, "Just remember to ignore anything they say about me, okay? Don't want them ruining anything."

"They're your family, I don't think they are capable of doing so," She pats his back, looking down at Milagro who fake kisses the air in front of her. Jenny seems to notice as she raises her eyebrows at the duo still hugging.

"You can let me go now, Jaime." (Name) murmurs into his ear, "Don't want her getting the wrong idea."

Jaime pulls away, smiling at the girl in front of him. His eyes flickered down for a second before he looked back at her, "Sorry?" She smiles sadly at him as she moves towards her vehicle. She refuses to look at the family behind her as she hears the conversation pick up again.

I think we should kill her.

"Absolutely not. There is a new hero here, Narc. We can't just murder a well-known figure and expect to get away with it." She groans, buckling her seat belt. She looks back at the family once more as she shifts her gear to drive.

We've done it once. And we can do it again.

"I don't think killing the Green Goblin counts for anything! He was already crazier than us, so the headlines were thanking us!" She exclaims.

His brain was nasty anyway.

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"Do you think Blue Beetle is cool?" Milagro asks, absentmindedly moving her straw around in boredom. "Personally, I think he's a huge nerd. What do you think?"

"Who says you can bother me on my shift?" (Name) frowns, cleaning the bar top in front of her, "And how did they let you in?"

"I have my ways," Milagro grins, "Answer my question. I need to know."

"I think he's...unique? From the news I have seen of him, it's obvious he is of Hispanic Descent. His suit is otherworldly, so I'm assuming it's some kind of alien tech he is using. Definitely not Superman, though." (Name) shrugs, moving the alcoholic beverages aside as she begins assisting the bartenders alongside her.

"Do you think he's cute under his mask?" Milagro leans closer, "Would you date him?"

I would eat him.

"I wouldn't eat him," (Name) responds instead. She pauses as the conversation around her began to quiet down. Some stared at her while others whispered to their compadres nearby.

"I...didn't ask that? I asked if you think he's cute and if you would date him. Dude, where the hell is your mind thinking right now?" Milagro whispers, eyeing the men nearby, "God, I’ve always hated this bar. A bunch of chismosos who are almost always cheating on their wives here. They're always eyeing you too. How do you handle that?"

"First, I can't tell if Blue Beetle is cute based on his voice. Second, I wouldn't date him since I am sooo hung up on your brother." Milagro snorts. "Lastly, this is the only bar that offers the minimum wage. I can handle drunk men well, I've always had."

The conversation began to pick up again as most began focusing on the news displayed in front of them. Blue Beetle was shown on live television, fighting off rogue soldiers from Victoria Kord's force. Despite the woman being long gone, the impact she made had not quite disappeared.

"I knew you were still into him! I say you ask him out! You ain't a homewrecker if he isn't in a relationship!"

"Didn't you say Kord and Jaime kissed? That your whole family cheered for the couple?"

"A fluke! It's a fluke I swear, but it is complicated! Just ask Jaime, please? It would be so cool for us to be family."

"If our lives are ever in danger at this very bar, then I'll ask." (Name) turns away from Milagro's eyes, "That means it will never ha-"

Her voice gets cut off when bullets begin hitting the bar's windows, causing the occupants to duck down to safety. Many of the drunken men tried to escape but most were quickly shot down by the bullets.

Milagro screams, ducking down into a crouch as the bullets continue. (Name) ignores the danger as she maneuvers her way through the destruction. She grabs Milagro, forcing the girl to look her in the eyes. "I need you to hide behind the bar, okay? The bullets won't get you. We will protect you.”

"W-who's we?" Milagro cries as (Name) pushes her behind the bar. There was silence for a moment as screams echoed in the bar. "(Name)? Where are you going?" She pushed Milagro down, moving her way from the bar corner as she looked at the bodies around her. Many men stayed below tables, looking at her in fear as she counted the people alive.

"Nobody get up. It’s not ove-" Her words get cut off when bullets pierce through her whole body. She is flung against the countertop as a bullet pierces too close to her heart. She hears her name being called out as Milagro tries to find her way to the woman.

She smiles at the tear-stained face in her vision. The fear in the other girl's eyes was evident as she continued to scream her name. At that moment, smoke bombs are thrown through the window. The screams had begun to mesh together, the fog covering the vision of the little who were still alive.

She feels the blood oozing out of her mouth, the familiar metallic filling up her mouth. She sputters, not being able to breathe.

It's your turn.

My turn.

Shoes stepping on glass were all everyone heard as the perpetrators stepped through the mess they caused. They held their gun up in return, moving through the fog stealthily. As they communicated with one another, they grew unnoticed by the thing they had angered.

"Find the Reyes girl. She is to be left alive." One spoke up, "Kill every survivor." The main soldier calls out. They await the confirmation of the others but they hear nothing. "I need an affirmative."

The soldier gets smacked in response, feeling themselves recoil from the weight against their body. When they look down at the unfamiliar weight, they begin to scream.

The weight crushing them was there comrade. Left unrecognizable with no head in sight. The blood wafts through their mask. They begin to gag as they try to pull the body off of them. They freeze up when a bloodied helmet rolls closer. Empty and dented, the helmet hits their shoe with a loud clank.

The fog begins to clear up, displaying the mess left behind. The soldier tensed when they noticed the bodies presented around the room. Many hung from the lights, their necks cracking from the added weight of their helmet. Others were hazardously thrown against tables. One had a table leg pierced through their helmet.

"Why must humans be so selfish? Is this fun for you, you pathetic piece of shit?" The soldier whimpers in response, turning their eyes away from the figure crouching in front of their face.

The creature, despite crouching, was still overlooking the only soldier left alive. The disarray and multi-color of the night sky reflected back to the onlookers who began to murmur about the new being. They tilt their head and leaned closer to the soldier, their bright, soulless eyes stared into the helmet. They licked the sharp smile forming from the fear they felt radiating off the soldier.

"Unlike the Blue Beetle, we do not care about the lives of our victims. What do you think happens next?"

"W-What the hell are you?"

"If you must know, my host has named us Narc. Will you beg for your life now?"

The Soldier rips their helmet off, looking at Narc with a look of fear, "Please. Please. I'm sorry. I'll never do this again, please!"

"He had once told us the same. You are just like the others. Pathetic. Unworthy. A perfect meal."

A scream is ripped through his victim's vocal cords as Narc bites down. Blood seeped through their mouth as they ripped out the spinal cord in one sharp turn. Narc stands, spitting their leftovers to the side.

"Hey, ugly!" A voice called out, "What the hell are you doing, man?"

Narc cranes their neck towards the entrance of the bar, watching as Blue Beetle floated at his place. They both stared at each other, unmoving.

"Blue Beetle!" A voice calls out, Milagro moving from her hiding spot to the blue-and-black-clad hero. "My friend is gone! She was just--where is she?" She turns her head towards Narc, who stares down at the shaking girl.

"Get away from it!" Blue Beetle yells, flying through the bar as he centers himself between Milagro and Narc. "Take it up with me and not the civilians!"

"He just--he ate all the soldiers--" Milagro gasps, stepping behind Blue Beetle, "I saw what he did--"

"You--What the hell are you?" Blue Beetle points his palms toward Narc, who continues to stare in silence.

"Does my figure scare you? I can hear your heartbeat." Narc cranes their head towards Milagro. Blue Beetle blocks her from their eyesight. “Worry not, we do not hurt the innocent.”

With those words, Narc feels their familiar bulking figure die down to their less impending figure. The duo are lost for words at the new figure presented in front of them.

"I'm so sorry I think I misgendered you--" Milagro's eyes stayed pinned to the pair of boobs Narc had.

"Where's (Name)?" Blue Beetle turns his head around, "Khaji-Da says she is still here! She was working, right?" His questions are to Milagro.

None of the three seemed to notice the survivors running out of the bar.

"She is here. With me." Narc hums, moving closer to Blue Beetle, "Is Khaji-Da your symbiote?"

"Symb--what? What do you mean (Name) is with you?"

"Jaime Reyes. You are a host are you not?"

"Stop avoiding my questions! Where is she?! How do you know my name--That is not my name! I do not know Jaime Reyes. Do you?"

"I have known of the scarab on your back since the beginning. Do not worry, (Name) remains clueless, for now."

"Why are you saying her name as if you know her?" Milagro questions.

Narc purrs, tilting their head closer to Blue Beetle who stepped back hesitantly. "We have known each other for a long time. We are bonded together until she dies. She is my key to survival in your world. She is me. I am her. We are one. We are Narc."

“Like Narcotics? Did she get you from a drug? She doesn’t seem like the type to do drugs.” Milagro questions, stepping closer to the duo, “And why are you so close? I can smell you from here!”

“We are host and symbiote. We am not from here, you see. Your alien won’t know of us.”

Milagro and Blue Beetle share a look, communicating with silent words. Blue Beetle lowers his hand, allowing Narc to step closer. The symbiote smiles, their purrs growing louder.

“I see why she likes you.”

With those words, Narc sinks into (Name)'s skin, leaving the woman defenseless from the eyes of her long-time crush and friend. She drops to the floor, her wounds patching over themselves with a familiar goo.

Blue Beetle drops to the floor, bringing (Name) close to his body. He rocks her back and forth as Milagro stumbles beside him. Her eyes were bloodshot and the tears that disappeared has formed all over again.

"Why didn't she tell us? Why didn't she tell me?" Blue Beetle, now Jaime who removed his helmet. He leans his forehead on the woman and murmurs into her hair. He kisses her temple as Milagro continues to cry.

"Why didn't she tell us her hero name is literally short for Narcotics?!"

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(Name) awakes to a horrible headache splintering her head. She groans as she shifts closer to the warmth of an unfamiliar body. She nuzzles in closer to the warmth, groaning at the light against her eyelids.

"Narc turn off the lights...I feel like I've just been shot." She moans, gripping her blanket tighter against her body, "I'm going out with Milagro later. I have to go buy cat food..."

"Milagro is taking care of Eddie, don't worry." A familiar voice whispers against her head, "Just go back to sleep. I'll block the sunlight."

"Thanks, Jaime..." Processing the name that came out, she jumps away from the warmth. She stares at Jaime, who stares back in equal shock and sleepiness. His hair was a mess, pointing in different directions. She presses her hand to her mouth, gasping behind it.

"Oh my god. We didn't have sex, did we? If so, that would be awkward because you are my best friend's brother and you literally have a girlfriend. I can't even get drunk so it's impossible for me to forget--oh my god am I in your house?"

"Hey, Hey," Jaime soothes her, smiling at the woman freaking out in his bed, "We didn't have sex and we were not drunk. You were...shot multiple times and some things came to light, but it's okay now, I promise."

"I'm still sleeping in your bed though! You could have left me, being shot doesn't stop me! We were holding each other?! What would Kord think if she saw this now?" She grips the unfamiliar sweater covering her body, feeling her legs shift through from under the sheets and hit against Jaime's.

"Jenny? What about Jenny? We aren't...We aren't dating if that's what you're worried about." Jaime grabbed her by the face, locking eyes with her who looked anywhere but him. "I can't just leave you when you were hurt."

"Milagro said you two kissed."

"We did once have feelings for each other. But it's long gone now, it was just a...heat of a moment kind of thing." Jaime brings her cheeks towards his chest, which she just noticed had nothing covering him from her eyes. Her hands stopped short on his stomach. She felt his stomach flutter in response.

"Besides, I like someone else. I like you."

She feels her heart stop at his confession.

Knew it.

"No shit." She exclaims, looking up at Jaime who smiles down at her doe-like look.

"I do." He whispers back. They both stared at one another until he leaned closer to her face. She felt his breath fan her face as she wrinkled her nose.

"You stink." She snorts, moving her hands to the back of his neck. He laughs at her words.

"Yours smells much worse. Now, come here--" She cuts him off, smashing her lips to his. He holds her waist, bringing her to sit on his lap. Her tongue finds his, leaning closer as her hand moves to stay on his chest. Biting his lip, she softly sucks it lightly. She opens her eyes to find his eyes half-lidded, enjoying the moment.

When she pulls away, her lips find his neck, kissing down to his collarbone. Pulling her hand back to his neck, she inhales his scent.

"Couldn't have waited until I was asleep. You are always like this. The same exact way with Peter Parker."

They both jump at the new voice, turning their heads towards Narc who floated their head around the room, reading the boxes that held different items. She turns her head to Jaime, eyes wide, waiting for him to begin screaming.

"Narc-uh. They explained more about your origins with each other. After finding them standing in a bloodbath, Milagro and I thought the worst had happened but someone--something told me to let Narc explain."

"They told you about our.... situationship?" She questions, gripping onto Jaime's bicep. "You're supposed to be running away--not making out with me!"

"And you! You aren't supposed to be out. You're grounded!" She growls, pulling Jaime's face into the crook of her neck, "You told him everything, huh? Why can't you ever keep secrets? She'll be angry our cover was blown!"

She ignored the look Narc gives, opting to continue her rant, “Asshole, is it because I’m not letting you meet Red Robin? You know it isn’t allowed!”

"The other youngling saw you get shot. Was I supposed to act as if I ate you instead?"

"Actually, yes! Nobody is supposed to know, you promised. We promised Eddie."

"You made a promise to your cat?" Jaime's muffled voice questions. Despite the situation, he bites her neck. "Who is Peter Parker?"

She glares at Narc, who innocently whistles. "No one Jaime, he is no one."

"Former boy toy." Narc responds instead, "Hell of an amateur kisser."

"You kissed him! Not me!" She turns to Jaime, pulling his head back to stare at him, "I'm so sorry, I don't know why they're acting this way. I'll go right now, seriously. I don't want you in our mess."

"Relax," Jaime comforts, grabbing her hand that stayed on his cheek. He smiles at her, "I can protect myself. Look--"

She felt him shift from under her, watching in shock as his body began to be covered by a familiar suit she had seen countlessly on television. Everything except his face was covered in armor. Whilst she analyzed the markings on his suit, Narc moved closer as well.

"Does your scarab only speak to you?" Narc asks, "It is unlike anything I have seen on my planet. Do you feed them as well?"

"They aren't really fed? They don't need sustenance. Khaji-Da only talks to me in my head so they're like a second voice...and planet?"

"This is going to be a long talk," She sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "At least you don't have to feed them human brains..."

"What?" Jaime recoils, looking at the two with wide eyes, "I'm sorry? Brains? Like Zombies? The Walking Dead? Like zombies from The Last of Us?!"

"I thought you told him everything!"

"I would never tell of my eating habits! Humans are judgemental!"

[gilverrwrites]

Ted: Favourite sushi place? Maybe we could get dinner some time?

You: Sure, if you promise to bring the good-looking guy with the robot.

Ted: You mean Booster?

You: Your boyfriend’s name is Booster?

Ted: He- He’s not my boyfriend.

You: Oh! I’m sorry. What do you call each other? Husband? Partner? Lover?

Ted: We’re not gay!

You: …

You: Seriously?

[supercap2319]

"Hey, Tony? What kind of insurance do you have?" Y/N asked over the phone.

"Why? What did you do? Who was it this time?" Tony asked.

"What makes you think it was someone?"

"Was it Al? Did he destroy the building again by growing too big? Or was it Billy "shazaming" all around the apartment? Or maybe Jaime blasted the building once again?"

"No, it was me. I was trying to figure out how to get Peter off the ceiling with a spell, and it all blew up in my face. Literally."

Tony sighed. "How is it you five cause more damage than Thor and Hulk?"

[tinkerbelle05]

What are you hiding?

Characters: Jaime Reyes x GN!reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: (Requested) “x reader that figure out jaime’s blue beetle.” thanks for the reqs, I hope you like it! @tacorei

Warnings: arguments, spoilers for the Blue Beetle movie, thoughts of cheating, reckless behavior

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Jaime have been off for some weeks now, you’ve noticed. He was always showing up late for date nights and hangouts, he’s always talking to himself, and just looks out of it.

You understood, he's been going through a lot recently. With his house burning to the ground and his father still in the hospital, you allowed him understanding and grace. He has a lot on his plate so he’s allowed to be weird and difficult, and you promised yourself you wouldn’t give him a tough time about it.

He was there by you when your grandpa passed and you were a mess. You still are, at times.

That being said though, you’ve been standing out of a restaurant that he suggested y’all go to for an hour. You kept texting him, asking when he’s going to come, and he keeps saying he’s “almost there” and “around the block”.

Which is a bold face lie, and you hated be lied to. He knew that and he still did it anyway. And it wasn’t even a good one at that.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” Jaime ran up to you, holding a bouquet of crumbled-up flowers. “This for you!” His smile dimmed when he saw the state they were in though.

“Gee, thanks,” you replied dryly and walked off. You were annoyed with him. This was the 3rd time he showed up late, looking disgruntled this week. How could he not even have the decency to look somewhat put together if he’s gonna be this late. It was ridiculous.

While you walked away, you laughed bitterly to yourself, “Really thought you found the one, huh?”

“Wait, wait up!” Jaime yelled and ran after you. He looked like he cared that he was late.

You stopped walking to lean on a building, your legs were aching from all of the standing you’ve did. Jaime finally caught up to you. Your back was to him and thankfully he didn’t try to come closer to you. At least he knew boundaries.

“Listen, I’m so, so sorry. Something came up at work and I had to stay late. Really, I’m sorry. I will make it up to you. We could go back to your place, order food, binge the fast and furious movies?” He rattled off an apology.

You couldn’t see him but you can hear how desperate he was in his voice. He wanted to make it right but you don’t know if he could.

“Jaime, this dinner was supposed to be the apology and make up dinner. You know, for bailing on me last time?” You replied to him and tried to keep the tears at bay. You wouldn’t cry, you wouldn’t cry.

This is when he came closer to you, your back was still to him but You can smell his cologne. And you saw his shadow on the pavement.

“I know, I know,” he whispered softly. “I fucked up but-”

And you turned sharply around to finally face him, “Yes, yes. I know Jaime Reyes is busy at his job. Busy, busy, busy. God, what are you? Batman’s new sidekick or something?”

The outburst made Jaime take a few steps back and held up his hands in a surrender stance,“…What? Um, how…how did you know?!”

You tilted your head, confused by what he meant. “Um, know what Jaime? Are you hiding something from me?” You walked closer to him, backing up into a corner. “Is this why you’ve been distant lately? What’s up?”

He panicked, you saw the sweat dripping on his forehead and watched as he played with his hands. Something was up but he wouldn’t tell you. He probably never will.

“Oh, uh nothing. Don't worry about it,” he stammered.

You back away from him, “Well fine, if you want to be like that then. I think…that we should take a break.”

That got him out of his daze, he instantly closed the gap you made between eachother, “What? No, no, no. We don’t have to…you don’t have to do that. We..we’re fine. I’m just busy but-”

“That’s the point, Jaime,” you interrupted him. “You’re always busy, and that’s fine. But maybe you should focus on your work and y’know not lying to me.”

“I’m not lying!” He protested.

“So why were you all jumpy when I made that Batman joke then?” You asked.

“That? I….I said that was nothing. It…”

You shook your head and started back away again, “For someone who lies a lot, you are horrendously bad at it. Bye, Jaime.”

You ignored Jaime for a week. Every text message and phone call. Eventually though, he stopped trying to contact you. Which was a relief, you felt your resolve slipping everytime Jaime’s photo contact appeared on your phone.

It was one of those 0.5 pictures. You took at as revenge for the hundreds he took of you. You remember him being salty about that photo being his contact.

But in the meantime, you went down a rabbit hole of superhero lore. Jaime’s reaction to your snarky comment got you thinking, could Jaime be one?

Your immediate reaction was hell no. But when you started to mull over it, in a crooked way it sorta made sense. For example, Jaime’s behavior has been strange and he’s been looking disgruntled for a while. He has gotten a new job as an intern for Kord but it wasn’t that demanding. Your cousin had the same job and she wasn’t like well how Jaime was.

I mean, you were worried every time he was late or something. Of course, the obvious is, what if he's cheating on you? However, Jaime was many things but he’s not cheater.

So if he really is the Blue Beetle, well you saw his fights on the internet. They looked rough, and if that's him, then maybe you could help.

And maybe he’s looking all tired and being late to a lot of stuff is because he’s moonlighting as a vigilante. Through some digging you made a time line of sorts.

And…it just scares you. Not knowing.

There were some evidence to support your theory. For example, when Jaime’s house caught on fire, many people said Kord and Blue Beetle (the city’s new superhero) was sighted. Kord and the Blue Beetle were some how connected, you saw articles on that.

And around Blue Beetle’s appearance was when Jaime started acting differently. You know this rationale was being held together with glue and a hope that you could at least know where Jaime is.

But how would you even get him to admit it? If he was Blue Beetle. You walked away from and told you wanted a break, and still didn’t confess to it. And all of his texts messages weren’t alluding that he’s Blue Beetle.

Maybe…no, no, that’s dumb. But could Does it work? You think it can, you hoped it can. The Blue Beetle could fly, so if you jumped off the roof then Jamie would have no choice but to transform.

Or call the cops to retrieve your dead body.

The confidence you had in your room began to slowly chipped away as you climbed to your apartment building's roof. Your legs began to shake and your heart was beating faster than before.

But you guessed that's where the "curiosity killed the cat" quote came from. You called Jaime earlier to meet you at the rooftop to talk, he was clearly confused by the location but considering this was the first time you responded to him in weeks, he didn't reject it.

The warm air was blowing in your face when you finally reached up there, Jaime's back was turned to you.

He turned around to face you, "Hey..." He didn't move to come closer to you, just stood in his place, looking at you with those soft brown eyes.

God, he's so pretty.

And liar.

And probably a superhero.

You will find out today though.

"Hey, Jaime. How have you been?" you asked him, sheepishly.

God, why was this so awkward?

He closes the distance between you two, "Um, yeah I've been good. Could've been better, though. You?"

You scratched the back of your neck, "Yeah, I've been good too. But, um, I wanted to talk to you about something. About us." You stepped even closer to Jaime, lowering your voice to a whisper, "I know your secret, Jaime."

Jaime took a few steps backward, a shocked look on his face, "Uh what secret? What are you talking about? Is…is this shout the superhero thing? I thought you wanted to talk about us?"

"This is about us, Jaime! I know everything, why can't you just admit it already?!" your voice getting louder with each word.

You didn't want it to be like this but fine. You walked past Jaime, walking closer to the railing of the roof. You heard him running after you, panicked "Wait" and "What are you doing?" flew from his mouth.

You turned around to face him, "If you don't tell me the truth right now, I'll jump right now! I know you are Blue Beetle, Jaime."

Your declaration left Jaime speechless, all he could do was close and open his mouth repeatedly. "I...okay just get...get down okay? You're scaring me. I am not Blue Beetle, alright? You're just tired, that's all."

"You're lying to me! You keep lying and I'm sick of it! I'm not stupid or crazy, Jaime. There are too many coincidences for it to not make sense. It's not like I'll tell anyone. I just want to know.”

You could see that Jaime looked conflicted, his eyes kept darting back and forth.

Fine, if he wants it to be difficult, then you can make it difficult. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and fell. You prayed and prayed that Jaime was Blue Beetle because if he wasn't...

You heard Jaime scream your name and leaped after you. You saw with your own very eyes, Jaime transforming, the black and blue suit covered his skin completely, almost like the suit was his second skin.

Now Jaime was flying, with the help of blasters, instead of falling with you. He grabbed a hold of you before you could hit the ground, he held on to you tightly. Like you were grains of sand or sugar, ready to slip through his fingers at any moment without much notice.

He flew you back to the rooftop and sat you on the ground, before crushing you into a bear hug. You could practically feel his heart beating through his chest and could hear him taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

You couldn’t blame him, you were in shock too. Your boyfriend (?) was freaking Blue Beetle! I mean you had your suspicions for weeks, and your murder board led you to the conclusion that he was Blue Beetle.

But seeing it before you very eyes was completely different though. You were right! You trusted your gut and you were correct.

But that means that Jaime lied to you. To your face, for weeks. Even when your on the edge of a building, he wouldn’t even admit it!

You pushed him away, glaring up at him and saw him glaring at you with an equally furious expression.

“What is wrong with you?! How could you do something so stupid, so reckless?!” he screamed at you.

His words, though true, offended you nonetheless. And you returned it with the same energy.

“Well, I wouldn't have to do any of that if you would’ve just told me in the first place! But instead, all you did was lie, lie, and lie!” you argued back.

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I was just trying to protect you! This…this life is dangerous, and I…I just wanted to protect you.”

Your anger disappeared when you heard how broken he sounded, saw how distraught he looked. His cheeks were tear-streaked and his eyes were puffy.

“I…I just don't want to lose you,” he admitted.

Seeing him like this, it made your chest hurt. Felt like it was collapsing onto it self. You wanted to hug him, kiss his tears away.

But those feelings didn’t stop the burning anger you feel. God, this was messy. It would’ve been so much easier if he was as angry as you were. You felt like kicking a puppy while it was already down.

“Jaime, being honest is protecting me. How can you not get that? How do you think it feels when you just run off in the middle of our dates? Or when you come late to them, looking frazzled? Or when you just flat out cancel on them last minute with vague explanations as to why. I didn’t know what was going on with you, and that worried me. If you told me you were Blue Beetle, I would have some comfort of knowing where you are. How can you honestly not get that?”

You took a deep breath after letting out that confession. You didn’t exactly mean to say all of that, you would have preferred to have that conversation once you both have calmed down a bit more.

And maybe not on the roof top in the middle of night as well.

Jaime was confused by your confession, “What? So..this wasn’t because you thought I was cheating?”

“Oh Jaime for the love of God, no! I know you, you aren't a cheater. It was because it scared me. I mean, how would you feel if I just disappeared all the time?!” you were back to screaming in his face with just plain annoyance now.

He had a look of understanding now, on his face. He lets out a soft “oh” and then the silence stretched in between you both as he looked everywhere but you.

God, when this become such a mess.

“Um,” Jaime cleared his throat, “So…what do you wanna do? About this? Us?”

“I…I don’t know Jaime,” you muttered. “But it’s getting late and I have work tomorrow.”

Jaime nodded but you could tell that’s not what he wanted to hear, and you didn’t either. But, maybe more space was what you two needed right now.

You watched him shot up into the sky and until he became a small dot, no different from the stars.

-

This was longer than expected. My bad lol

Tags: @fhhahaha12, @allthingsvicf, @louiesdaydream, @herrescasper, @niluuuuu, @666kpopfan, @bluecray0nn, @champagnelovers101, @starii-light, @asvterias, @wintersdeadd, @shslsimpette, @losingmywayyyy, @sodacatz, @scryarchives, @marmar-c, @strawberrycreamb, @nightwingandhissquad, @conicoroahre

Special thanks to @alienstardust for their help with this fic! 🫶🏿

Taglist & Reqs Info & Masterlist & Anonlist

[6rookie-writer0110]

Request: Jaime Reyes (xolo) x male!kryptonian reader, simple headcanons 🥹, cute or romantic something just fluff 🤭

•When you cuddle with your boyfriend Jaime, he likes it when you play with his hair.

•You and Jaime would try to spend time alone away from everyone but sometimes it won't go as planned. His family will want to spend time with you and Jaime or the villains will ruin the moment.

•Jaime would fall asleep faster when you cuddle with him.

•Jaime would ask questions about you being Kryptonian.

•He met your cousins Clark and Kara, and he tried so hard to impress them. He tried to make his voice deeper

•You and Jaime have been caught kissing each other by his family.

•Jaime’s Uncle Rudy didn't trust you at first. He thought you were a spy for the government and you were going to kill him.

•Jaime did surprise you for Valentine's Day with a romantic date and a plush bear.

•You and Jaime have pet names for each other but he mostly calls you ‘baby’

•Jaime is very affectionate with you and sometimes he would flirt with you.

•After fighting criminals all night, you and Jaime would sit on a roof and eat food together while watching the skyline.

•While out in public he would hold your hand.

•On his phone his screen lock is a picture of you and him together.

•When you got hurt after fighting Bane, Jaime panicked. Once he took you home, he started to take care of you.

•You helped him fix his suit when the technology got ruined.

•Jaime thinks Batman is a myth and he doesn't believe that you worked with him. You couldn't help to laugh and you thought it was cute he thought that.

•Jaime got jealous when your ex-boyfriend Jason Todd had to help you and him fight The Joker. Jaime thought you still had feelings for him but you told Jaime that you don't have feelings for Jason.

•For Halloween you and Jaime wore matching costumes.

•Jaime’s sister Milagro would playfully tease you and Jaime for being together.

•When you are apart from Jaime, he will send you pictures and you will do the same.

•He would take you to Spanish restaurants because you always want to try new food from his family’s country.

•Jaime would flex his biceps and you would touch his arms and he likes that.

•Jaime always invites you to his family's gatherings because they always want to see you.

•When he got sick, you made soup for him and made sure he took his medication.

•Sometimes Jaime, would wear your shirt to bed.

•Jaime did try to cook for you one time but he almost burned the food.

•He finds it hot when you use super strength.

•You and Jaime can talk to each other about anything. When you are feeling down he would comfort you and you would do the same for him.

•He found it cute when you got jealous when a girl flirted with him that one time.

•When he is kissing you, he would have his hands under your shirt. Sometimes he would flirt with you in Spanish.

•Jaime said ‘I love you’ unexpectedly to you. When he won the huge prize for you at the carnival. You did say it back to him and he kissed you.

•Jaime did drink and he got drunk, and you had to take care of him. He thought you were a stranger and he kept telling you that he has a hot alien boyfriend.

[hazelsmirrorball]

Spider-Man’s Biggest Fan Series

Jaime Reyes is the biggest spiderman fan. His girlfriend on the other hand is Spiderman's biggest hater. 

pairings: Jaime Reyes x Spider-Man Fem! Reader 

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

And if you guys are up for it I’ll do another part for closure! Thank you so much for the love and support <3

[Masterlist]

[itsscromp]

Being best friends with Jaime Reyes aka blue beetle.

Now granted I may not know a lot about Jaime but I have a solid idea of his character, but please correct me in the comments. Also I find the lack of platonic fics or headcanons criminal with the movie coming up so I’m changing that.

You’ve know Jaime since….. well forever.

Your parents moved next door too him when you were about 4.

His parents came over with some fresh food to welcome you to the street and you say Jaime hiding behind his dad as you shyly waved back.

But from then on you two were the bestest friends possible, going to the same school, liking the same things, helping one another when one gets knocked down.

But your jaimes life changed when he came back to you one day with a burger box saying, “I was told I can’t open this.”

But curiosity got the both of you and you opened it to find a little beetle looking artefact.

Next thing you two knew, the artefact attached itself to Jaime and a suit practically took over him revealing a high tech suit, the blue beetle was born.

Being a comic nerd you are, you helped him make a sense of his powers and came up with theories with how to control it properly.

Even if scarab has objections.

“Ok so I think I have a rough idea of how to activate your armour, what I think is that you have to say blue beetle to activate it”

“Ok so…. Activate blue beetle ??”

“Jaime you cannot just keep doing this !!””

“Not now scarab”

Once he got a sense of how to better control his powers, he was ready.

One day as you were walking home, a notorious criminal kidnapped you, tied you up and drove away with you, once the news came on you were missing, Jaime had to save you.

Flying around El Paso he eventually found the base and infiltrated it, activating al sorts of weapons and tech that he could think of thanks to scarabs powers.

Once he dealt with everyone, he immediately found you and untied you, bolting to a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you Jaime….”

“Always y/n always”

“Hello ??”

*y/n chuckled* “you too scarab”

Whatever happens, Jaime will always be your best friend and blue beetle will always save you.

Taglist: @callofdudes

[dewdropdinosaur]

A Truth Universally Denied - Ch. 3

Lucifer x F. Reader Masterlist

When a struggling, reclusive, but wealthy single father calls upon the help of a governess to help tutor his coming-of-age but unruly daughter, one has no choice but to accept the most gracious invitation of employment. Especially if your new employer is the King of Hell. (aka if Hell, but if it was set similar to Victorian Era England, so like circa 1830 to 1900 A.D.)

The week had been uneventful thus far. Y/N was settling in quite nicely into the Manor, with minimal adjustment adversities. Of course, there were always the occasional mishaps when changing Masters and inserting oneself into a routine previously established. Breakfast served at half-past eight sharp, lesson hours from nine to noon, afternoons spent between piano practice, drawing sessions, and, if weather permitted, a ramble through the garden paths that wound like forgotten veins through the estate. Though that was not Y/N’s main hassle. 

Alastor Hartfelt was by far the cruelest demon to ever grace the plane of Hell, and that was considering his employer was the King of the Underworld himself. Y/N had known from the first moment his hand clasped hers at the front door that the Head of Staff was not to be trusted. There was something in his grin that reminded her of snakes pretending to sleep. But she hadn’t anticipated just how thoroughly he would devote himself to the art of sabotage.

It began subtly, unfortunately. Her first morning, she arrived in the dining room twenty minutes late, only to find both Charlie and Lucifer already halfway through their meal. Alastor had told her breakfast began at nine. It began at eight-thirty, as previously mentioned.

“Oh, my stars,” Alastor had said with mock surprise, dabbing daintily at the corners of his mouth with a cloth napkin. “Did I say nine? How silly of me. I must be going senile in my old age.”

Then there was the incident on the veranda, where Y/N had gone to fetch Charlie from a sunbath on the terrace. Walking through the white basla doors, only to find herself flat on the flagstones, her gown hem caught beneath Alastor’s shoe as he passed by with a tray of lavender tea.

“Terribly clumsy of you, Miss Y/N,” he’d drawled, offering no hand. “Perhaps flats are more your speed?”

Y/N had smiled through it all. Tight-lipped. Patient. She had endured worse in her life than passive cruelty wrapped in politeness. But when Alastor began encouraging Charlie’s mischief, she nearly lost her composure. Charlie, of course, found it all delightful.

One morning, Y/N opened her wardrobe to find her undergarments dyed pink, courtesy of Charlie’s “magical mischief potion.” Another day, her tea was swapped with vinegar. The final straw was the chalk drawing: a rather exaggerated portrait of Y/N as a goose, placed front and center on the drawing room easel.

Alastor merely stood nearby, hand over his chest in mock scandal. “Ah, but Miss L/N, she’s merely expressing her creativity. Isn’t that what governesses are for?”

Y/N said nothing. But that night she took the chalk, and with swift, precise strokes, rendered a portrait of Alastor as a beetle being squashed under a human thumb. Charlie howled with laughter when she saw it the next morning. Alastor did not speak to her for two full days. Still, Y/N refused to be deterred. For every prank or petty slight, there was Charlie’s progress to anchor her. The girl had taken to learning with a hunger that Y/N hadn’t expected, though she supposed, with the years of absence and loneliness behind her, Charlie had simply been waiting for someone to notice she was worth teaching.

The young lady could now waltz, albeit with a few miscounted steps, and her piano playing, though stiff, was improving with each passing lesson. Her paintings, while more joyful than technically sound, burst with life and color: crimson suns over blue-green meadows, tiny stick-figured devils dancing on rooftops, and one curious image of what appeared to be a girl holding a daisy in the middle of a burning forest.

“She says that one’s you,” Lucifer had murmured when he passed through the library, a curious look in his eyes. Y/N didn’t ask what he meant. Embroidery, however, had been an utter catastrophe. The hoop had ended up tangled in Charlie’s hair, and the thread, a cursed skein of gold sent from some haughty noble cousin, had unraveled entirely into the library rug.

“I think the needle hates me,” Charlie had declared gravely.

“Well,” Y/N said, trying not to laugh as she pried the hoop from the child’s curls, “I suppose it’s mutual.”

Still, beyond the mistakes and chaos, Y/N saw something blossoming in the child. There was laughter now, and light. She still returned to the dirt sometimes, still scraped her knees climbing trees and stained her skirts in apple blossoms and ash, but Y/N did not scold her. Childhood had been denied to the girl in more ways than one. If rolling in the soil of the garden gave her joy, then so be it. Y/N had been that child once. And she had known too well how quickly joy could be buried.

Charlie’s world was a fragile thing, she realized. Woven from spells, silence, and sorrow. The absence of a mother had left the girl untethered, and her father, though warm in his moments, remained largely distant. There were days he did not join them for supper. Nights when his study door remained closed long after the house had gone to sleep. Y/N had tried not to mind. But sometimes, late at night, she would catch Charlie staring at her with a kind of aching wonder. As if trying to memorize something fleeting. As if, for a moment, Y/N was not just a governess, but the echo of something she missed without knowing why. It frightened Y/N more than she let on. She was here to teach, not to replace. But children did not always understand the difference.

The clock struck three, the bell echoing faintly through the marble halls. Y/N closed the last of the lesson books and set it on the desk with a soft thud. Charlie had already darted out the door, claiming urgent business in the orchard.

“Likely to throw apples at the gardener again,” Y/N muttered fondly.

The poor man had suffered greatly at the young lady’s hands. A cat demon named Husk, an old soul, surely. Husk was surly at times, but Y/N found that he held a wealth of knowledge and unfathomable kindness underneath the exterior. He would often help Y/N teach Charlie about the various flora surrounding the garden, whether that be the pelargoniums under the rockery or orchids in the greenhouse behind the leftmost outcropping of the Manor. A fine man in all regards. A shame Alastor had him indentured.  She gathered her skirts and rose. For all its strange inhabitants and their tangled griefs, the manor had begun to feel, against all odds, like a place she could belong.

“Charlie, no! Stone endangers someone worse!”

That afternoon brought a change in the weather. What had been a delightful morning spent promenading around the garden soon turned to lessons inside. A soft drizzle ghosted across the stained-glass windows, painting jeweled shadows along the library walls. The fire in the hearth crackled gently, and the scent of vanilla wax hung faintly in the air. Charlie sat hunched at the Bechstein fortepiano*, her fingers hovering stiffly over the ivory keys, shoulders tight, back ramrod straight; too formal to be fluid. The first notes of Appassionata rang out, harsh and uneven, an attempt at passion that fell limp.

“No, no, no,” Charlie groaned, throwing her head back with theatrical despair. “This piece is impossible! Beethoven deplores me.”

Y/N, seated not far behind with a notebook in hand, looked up with a calm expression. “Beethoven hated a great many things, but I doubt he had twelve-year-old girls in mind when composing sonatas.”

Charlie turned in her seat, pouting. “I’m quitting.”

“Oh?” Y/N said, rising with quiet grace. “A bit dramatic for the fifth day, don’t you think?”

“It’s not dramatic if it’s true,” Charlie huffed, crossing her arms. “You play it, then! Let’s see if you can make it sound like anything other than dying hellhounds.”

Y/N didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she crossed the room and sat beside Charlie on the long bench. Gently, without reproach, she placed her hands over the girl’s, guiding her fingers back toward the keys.

“The music isn’t in the speed,” she said softly, her voice low and even. “It’s in the emotion. This piece doesn’t need to be perfect. It needs to be honest.”

Charlie hesitated, glancing at her governess with a mixture of skepticism and hope. “But what if I mess up?”

“Then you mess up,” Y/N replied. “And you try again.”

She adjusted Charlie’s fingers slightly. “Here, start here. We’ll play it together, slowly. Just the first few bars.”

And they did. A few missed keys, a rhythm that faltered, but it carried weight. Charlie’s brows furrowed in concentration, but she didn’t pull away. Y/N guided each movement with gentle pressure, their hands briefly moving as one. The melody, ragged and unsure, began to bloom under their fingertips like something tentative pushing through frost.

Charlie looked up at her governess with wide eyes. “I… I think I played that part right.”

“You did.”

A proud, crooked grin split across the girl’s face. A sight Y/N decided she could never tire of. The smile seemed to radiate around the room, a strange manifestation of Heavenly joy in Hell. 

Neither of them noticed the tall figure standing silently in the corridor, half-shadowed in the flickering lamplight. Lucifer had been on his way to the veranda, intending to escape into the solitude of rain and silence, when the sound of halting piano notes drew him down a different hall. He had expected the usual. Harsh commands. Slapped wrists. Rigid correction disguised as education. That had been the way with the others. The governesses who lasted days, never more than a week. Cold women with clipped tones who treated Charlie’s mistakes as moral failings rather than the fumbling growth of a child.

But this… this was different. He watched as Y/N leaned in, her hand never scolding, only steady. He watched Charlie’s small frame lean instinctively toward her, drawn by some invisible tether of trust. There was no fear in the girl’s posture. Only focus. And quiet joy. Lucifer’s hand rested lightly on the doorframe, his expression unreadable save for the small curve at the corner of his mouth. The faintest of smiles.

Perhaps, he thought, Alastor had been wrong about her. But even as that thought stirred in him, the familiar voice of caution echoed in the back of his mind. Kindness was a blade just as surely as cruelty. And he had been cut before. Still, he lingered a moment longer, letting the imperfect melody wash over him, before turning silently back into the corridor. Inside the room, Charlie played the final note of the phrase with a soft thud.

Y/N clapped once, quietly but sincerely. “See? Not so impossible after all.”

Charlie beamed. “Do you think Beethoven would’ve liked it?”

Y/N smiled. “I think he’d have liked you, at the very least.”

Outside, the rain softened. And for the first time that week, the manor felt a little less hollow.

Dinner that evening unfolded with its usual pageantry, the flickering glow of candelabras catching the shine of polished silver and glass flutes. The dining room hummed only with the gentle clinking of cutlery and the occasional soft murmur of small talk between bites. The wine, a dark crimson Romanée-Chonti** that smelled faintly of cherries and cloves, poured as easily as conversation, and all appeared to be proceeding in its usual quietude when Charlie unable, perhaps, to contain her own triumph, burst forth with a declaration so bold it nearly startled Y/N into spilling the delicate red liquid..

“I played Appassionata today,” Charlie announced, chin tilted with pride, her fork poised mid-air like a conductor’s baton. “Almost the whole first page. Ask Miss Y/N, she’ll tell you!”

Lucifer, seated at the head of the table, turned his golden gaze upon his daughter with the kind of warmth that softened the severity of his usually impenetrable expression. 

“Is that so?” he asked, lips quirking upward as if he hadn’t seen the whole moment mere hours before.“Then I must beg you for a recital sometime soon, my darling. That is no small feat.”

Charlie beamed under the praise, her eyes darting toward Y/N as if to say, ‘see, I told you so.’ 

“It’s all thanks to Miss Y/N! She is a really good teacher,” she added breezily, taking a bite of her Kedgeree***. 

“Charlie, please. Not with your mouth full.”

At this, Lucifer’s eyes flicked toward Y/N, lingering a moment longer than was strictly polite. 

“I must confess, I passed the music room earlier,” he said, swirling the wine in his burgundy glass. “It was… enlightening to observe your method. Gentle, yet firm. Encouraging without indulgence. A rare combination, I daresay.”

Y/N’s mouth parted slightly, a touch caught off guard. Colour rose high in her cheeks as she set her fork down with more care than necessary. “Oh, thank you, Your Highness. It’s…it’s really nothing, just a matter of patience and tone. Charlie’s such a quick learner, truly, it’s remarkable. She picks things up with astonishing speed, and her ear is quite refined for her age. I wouldn’t be surprised if she composes her own work one day. Of course, the piano’s not her only talent; her painting has a liveliness to it that I haven’t seen in years. And then there’s the dancing, which, though there are still a few wobbles, shows great promise. She really is quite bright, and it’s no wonder with such—”

A single, deliberate sound interrupted her. The scrape of a chair leg shifting ever so slightly in the corner of the room. Alastor stood there, half-shrouded in lamplight, his ever-pleasant grin fixed like a portrait, though the smile did not reach his eyes. He made no move to speak, only leveled a look at Y/N that was so pointed, it froze the breath in her throat. Her voice faltered, and she lowered her gaze to her plate, hands folding neatly in her lap, as if she had never been speaking at all. “I’m..ah, I’m just pleased to be of help,” she finished quietly, her tone carefully tempered.

Lucifer tilted his head, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, though he let the matter pass. “Indeed. Your efforts are noted, Miss L/N,” he said softly. “And appreciated.”

The rest of the meal continued in silence, the clinking of cutlery resuming its quiet rhythm. Yet beneath the surface, Y/N could feel the sharp edge of Alastor’s gaze like a splinter in her spine. Whatever game he believed she was playing, it was clear he meant to remind her of the stakes.

The rain had not ceased. It had softened, perhaps, from its earlier persistence, but it still danced across the tall arched windows with a steady rhythm. In the faint candlelight of her chamber, Y/N sat curled in the high-backed chair near the hearth, her hands wrapped gently around a small porcelain demi-tasse****. The lavender infusion steamed faintly, curling tendrils of warmth toward her face. It was a modest comfort, one she’d long relied upon, floral, grounding, and forgiving.

She had changed into her nightgown not long after seeing Charlie to bed. The child had fallen asleep easily, curled into her nest of quilts with the red and black lamb stuffed animal tucked securely beneath one arm. Y/N had smoothed the golden hair from her brow and whispered a soft goodnight before extinguishing the lamp and letting the hush of the manor cradle the silence. The nightgown she now wore was one of her older ones, a faded vanilla shade with a slight fray at the hem, the cotton worn thin in places. It did not match the gilded grandeur of her surroundings, but it was familiar, and familiarity had become something of a luxury these days with all the hassle of a new environment.

Y/N exhaled, slow and even, though it did little to settle the unease roiling beneath her breast. Her mind kept circling back to dinner, how her voice had risen with such unchecked enthusiasm, how her compliments had poured forth without invitation or restraint. She had meant every word, of course. Charlie was a bright, remarkable girl, and if anyone deserved unmitigated praise, it was her. But the moment her words had gathered too much momentum, she’d felt it, the shift. Her hand trembled slightly as she raised the teacup to her lips. Alastor’s eyes had said everything. She had spoken out of turn. And worse, she had done so in the presence of him.

It was not that she had forgotten Lucifer’s title, his power, or the infernal weight of his station. But in that moment, with Charlie beaming across from her and the warmth of shared effort still echoing from the piano keys, she had let herself forget her place. She had presumed too much, allowed herself to speak not as an employee, but as an equal. And for all his softness of tone, for all his rare, wistful smiles, Lucifer Morningstar was not a man one should presume upon. He was not hers to charm or impress.

Y/N set the teacup down with care, her fingers tightening in her lap. She knew better. She must do better. If she were to remain here, if she were to make a lasting difference for Charlie, she would need to temper herself. Praise in moderation. Presence without intrusion. And above all else, she must keep whatever warmth she began to feel from the Master of the House firmly at arm’s length. Alastor may have been insufferable, even cruel, but he was rarely wrong.

The fire crackled softly beside her, casting long, gentle shadows across the ivory and rose-veined marble. She stared into the flames, their restless motion a mirror of her own unsettled thoughts. She had promised herself she would not be discarded. But to remain, she would have to disappear differently, speak less, smile quietly, and observe more. If she let her heart speak for her again, it might lead her somewhere far more dangerous than dismissal. And she could not afford that. FOOTNOTES————————————————————————

*Bechstein Fortepiano: A early German piano, common during the Victorian Era

**Romanée-Chonti: A very high quality, in both reputation and exclusivity, and consequently supply and demand, Burgundy was popular during the 19th Century.

***Kedgeree: A dish popular during the 19th Century with rice and multiple types of seafood.

****Demi-Tasse: Demi-tasse cups were smaller, after-dinner coffee cups

[h1ccu9]

Scarab character profile‼️‼️‼️

(This is all based on them being the reader in @charliemwrites SpecGru (this is also a self insert))

Name:Amanda “Scarab” Buckley

Alias/nicknames: Scarab, Ladybug, Andi, Mandi, Dromeda

Age: 27

Gender and pronouns: AFAB She/They

Surviving Family members: adoptive uncle

Physical description:

About 5’5” about 175lbs. She’s very muscular and has pretty thick thighs, never skips leg day. Their hair is layered and stops about the middle of her back. It’s mostly straight, but has a slight wave. They have naturally black hair, but has streaks of dark, neon blue. The blues bright, but not like baby blue, more neon colour. She also has hair wraps with jewel tone colours and sometimes beads or sea shells.

Identifying features/unusual marks:

•scar on her lips, like starting right below the right side of her nose and ending middle/beginning of their chin

•also has a scar on her nose

•their nose is pretty crooked from not being correctly fixed from multiple times of it being broken

•freckles all over her body

•a small scarab beetle tattoo behind her left ear

•a nose piercing on her right nostril

•lots of ear piercings

•a tongue piercing (and nipple piercings)

•belly button piercing

•has large freckles in the shape of the Andromeda Constellation on her side

•small star tattoos like freckles all over her body

•wolf jaw bone under her boob

•3 small colourful ladybug tattoos on her chest

•heart with like squiggly lines in the valley of her boobs

•jellyfish on her hips

•SpecGru symbol on her upper left arm

•Lily of the Valley tattoo on her thigh

•swords above her knees

•many scars along her body

Childhood:

They don’t know who their birth parents are and she doesn’t remember the first 6 years of her life. Their adoptive (she considers him her actual dad) worked for the Navy SEALs and ended up adopting her after a mission. Amanda doesn’t really know where or why, no one’s had told her and they can’t find the files on said mission.

They had a fairly good life, lived in Texas then moved to California, her dad and his best friend (their uncle) raised her to be strong and independent. They learned to love the ocean and spent most of her days there. She learned to cook and play guitar, to fight and throw knives and a whole bunch of other cool things. Their uncle taught her Italian and their dad taught them ASL, leading to that being a primary form of communication when things got rough. She wasn’t the most popular in school because she had the scar on her lip, and when someone got close they’d leave. This led to their lack of trust with people.

Yet because i love angst and need something sad, all good things come to an end.

Her dad was still in the navy, so of course he had to go on a mission. On said mission, he ended up getting shot and killed. After that her uncle, who was extremely distant and took her dad’s death hard, took them in until they turned 18 and joined the Navy.

Military career:

When she joined, they tried to join the SEALs to be like her dad, yet was denied. So she just joined the navy and trained to be a medic. They didn’t fully become a medic, yet have all the qualifications and training.

How she got their nickname is when she was training, she continuously got lucky and missed getting hurt or in trouble lots of times. For a while people called her ladybug because of how lucky they were. They were happy for a while because she felt like she was honoring their dad. Then she got stabbed and betrayed by someone they thought was her friend. When she healed and came back to work she was completely different, like they were “reborn”, and one of her friends from training and now on the same team started to call them “Scarab” because of the fact of luck and their “rebirth”.

141:

She worked for the Navy for 5 years and then got recruited by Laswell to work for Task Force 141. During that time they let their walls down and got close, something they didn’t due for years. She thought they were better, then they got hurt and almost died. After they woke up she got kicked and essentially betrayed by the 141 and transferred.

SpecGru:

Now most of this still follows the same timeline of the series, so there’s not much. But when she joined SpecGru, they learned to trust people again, but for two weeks during October it’s terrible because not only did her dad die, but she almost died and forced out of the people she thought cared about her.

[writing-fanics]

Catalina Reyes

Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Jaime held a straight face as his one year old daughter. Catalina bounced her diaper on his face as she stared at the television. Watching whatever was on tv.

Catalina babbled and cooed, her tiny feet pressed against her fathers head. Jaime scrolled through his phone, watching the occasional Tik Tok.

“Baba baba,” Catalina babbled, and Jaime chuckled and smiled as he continued to school through his phone. Scrolling through countless pictures, one during Halloween where Y/n got him to dress up as tuxedo mask. She as sailor moon and Catalina as Chibi moon in a infant costume.

*fart*

Jaime face froze while his daughter burst into laughter. He gagged and shouted in horror, as the smell of her poopy diaper wafted through his nose.

He picked her up and held her away from his nose, “Ew! Catalina what the heck!” He shouted, and started cursing in Spanish.

“What’s wrong?”

“Our daughter farted in my face.” He said, looking at [Y/n] and she burst into laughter. Looking at her boyfriend as he started to change his daughter diaper, “Goodness, so much poop for a little human.” He said, and Catalina just laughed as she looked up at her father.

“Ugh, I can still smell it in my nose.” He said, in disgust. [Y/n] walked into the bathroom and cooed, “How’s my little princess? Who’s a poopy baby you are you are!” [Y/n] cooed, over her daughter who giggled as her mother started tickling her on her stomach.

“You definitely are your fathers child, farting in his face.” She giggled, and Jaime rolled his eyes as he finished changing her throwing the ruined diaper away in the trash.

“Okay okay, can you take the poopy baby somewhere else I need to wash my face.” Jaime said, looking at his girlfriend and daughter. [Y/n] looked at him picking up their daughter and stuck her tongue out at Jaime playfully.

A/n: wrote this in a rush better one coming soon

[madlittlecriminal]

Can I request Jamie Reyes (established relationship) where reader would sometimes kiss the blue scarab stuck into his back and Khaji Da likes the kisses?

Soothing ➜ Jaime Reyes × GN!Reader

i feel awful because this has been sitting in my inbox for a while

Warnings: back kisses, mostly fluff, but sort of short

was i listening to becky g while writing this? yes. she's my favorite artist & you can quote me on that

In your eyes, his back looked like it was asking for a break. After all, with a blue scarab stuck on his back, who wouldn't think that? You'd ask him if it had hurt and he would say no, but from the way his back practically screamed in pain, you rolled your eyes. "You're as stubborn as they come, Reyes." He furrowed his brows as he looked at you. "What's that supposed to mean?" You chuckled. "Exactly what it means." He grabbed his pillow and threw it at you playfully. "You're lucky I love you." You smile before kissing his cheek. "I know."

You run your finger down the red on his back, causing Jaime to smile. "What are you doing?" He asked softly. "If you want, I can stop." He shook his head, and you peppered kisses down his back. He sighed in relief when he felt your lips on his back. "That feels nice." You smile before placing a kiss above the scarab on his back.

"Jaime?" Khaji-Da's voice echoed through his head, causing him to hum in response. "Why do they always do this to you?" The A.I. asked with a hint of curiosity in its voice. "They're soothing the pain on my back." He answered. You figured he was talking to Khaji-Da, so you didn't say anything. "Can you tell them something for me?" Jaime smiled. "Of course, Khaji. What do you want me to say?"

You raised a brow as you sat up straight. "Amor," (Love,) Jaime says quietly. "Yeah?" He beckoned you to get closer to him with two fingers and you complied. "Khaji says they appreciate you and your kisses and says they feel nice." You felt your cheeks warm up at what he said. "Really?" He nods, causing his curls to bounce a bit. "Khaji also wants to know if you can do it again and kiss the scarab. It soothes them too." You grin before nodding. "Okay," Jaime smiles when you go back to kissing the red aches on his back softly along with placing a small kiss on the scarab. "If you ever hurt them-" Jaime chuckles. "Don't worry, Khaji. I don't plan on it."

[hedgiwithapen]

Hi. Hope you're having a good day or afternoon or evening and staying safe. I wanted to ask you if you could write something for Blue Beetle in the scene where Jaime and his sister with y/n are fighting those soldiers in the underground with the red light and Jaime and Y/n like each other but they haven't told each other. Then, the fight is over and Jaime and his sister hug each other then Jaime and y/n hug each other too and she tells him she's glad he's okay.

Then, Jaime tells her and his sister that they have to get out of there but y/n stops him and gathers up the courage to tell him she has always liked him and she finally tells him. Jaime is speechless then y/n acts nervous and tells him that maybe telling him her feelings for him were probably stupid but Jaime assures her that it's not stupid and that he has also always liked her too but he just didn't know how to tell her.

She smiles at this and Jamie smiles too then he has an expression on his face like he's about to kiss her and Khaji Da notices that he wants to kiss her and says something about it. Jaime gets annoyed as he rolls his eyes and tells her to stop and while y/n & his sister laugh then he goes in and kisses her and his sister sees this and whistles.

Jaime and y/n let go from kissing and smile at his sister then his uncle Rudy when he comes and his sister tells uncle Rudy Jaime and y/n confessed their feelings for each other and kissed and Uncle Rudy whistles too and tells Jaime way a go. Jaime rolls his eyes then him and y/n both laugh while smiling then they get out of there to get Jenny and while Jaime and y/n are now holding hands together.

Thank you so much. Hope this is okay. Have a good day or afternoon or evening and stay safe. 😊😊😊

Hi! Welcome! It's a Lovely Dammit Hedgi Day and it's nice to see some new faces this year. To answer you question though: Nope! :) I don't write romance, self insert or otherwise, and even if I did, I only take simple concept/dialog prompts during the three weeks leading up to Dammit Hedgi Day. (note: I've gotten a few ship prompt requests today, which is why I'm responding publicly. This is not to shame or call anyone out! I just want the new folks to know that my prompts are closed for another year and I don't accept this kind of prompt. ) That said- It seems like you've got a solid outline for the story: you should give it a go yourself! I'm sure there's readers who would be interested.

Stay safe, have a lovely day yourself! Good luck with your fic, either in writing it or finding another fanwriter who is better suited to the task.

[gilverrwrites]

trying to play matchmaker for Ted and Booster bc you know they're meant to be, only to 'accidentally' end up as their third 💙💛

OMG YES THIS IS EXACTLY THE VISION 💙💛💙💛💙💛

Planning hang outs at romantic restaurants, or picnics in the park, or intimate movie nights, only to cancel last minute, leaving the two of them alone, but occasionally it back fires when one of them is busy, and you don’t wanna leave the other hanging.

Working really hard to get Ted the best, most romantic, birthday gift in the world, and giving it to Booster to give to him. Only for Booster to tell Ted it’s from both of you.

Convincing them to be a bit juvenile and play spin the bottle after a few drinks but as soon as Ted’s spin lands on Booster you dip.

You buy them matching shirts or something else cheesy but one of them gets you your own version too.

Any time you’re alone with one of them you’re constantly talking about how great the other one is:

“Isn’t Ted great, he has such a nice smile, right? And he’s so smart, and funny. Couldn’t you just listen to him talk for hours?”

“Have you seen Boosters new hair cut? Isn’t he so handsome? And strong, did you see him lift that thing for me the other day? He’s just so charming. What’s your favourite thing about him?”

But both of them wind up thinking they’re dating you, and that you’re just really hot for their BFF and they’re not adverse to it cause, well, they get it. They see exactly what you’re talking about.

Until one night they’re alone together, both of them talking about their relationship with you and it starts to dawn on them. “You’re dating them!? No, you can’t be because I’m dating them!”

They turn up at your place, confused, demanding answers and you’re like “I’m not dating either of you! You’re dating each other, duh!”

“No, we’re not!? Are we?!”

“Well, you do go on dates and wear matching clothes. You’re always touching each other; holding hands, cuddling! I’ve seen you make out before, and not just during spin the bottle, I could totally go one.”

“Yeah but…” “We do all those things too!” “And so do we!”   

It’s actually Ted who puts his foot down and points out that by your own logic, the three of you have definitely been dating for weeks, if not months now, almost exclusively.

And it’s Booster who tells you both that actually poly relationships are really common in the 25th century and goes on to suggest that since it seems to be working, you all might as well carry on as you are.

[supercap2319]

"F.A.G.S." goes on their first mission.

"Alright, boys. It's official. F.A.G.S. have their very first mission, and it's a good one. Apparently, some dumbass rebuild Amazo, :and now the big man: Superman has tasked us with finding it and powering it down." Y/N said.

"Wait, a minute, isn't Amazo that android who can copy any powers it comes into contact with?" Billy asked.

"Exactly. And Superman wants us to fight it?" Jaime's eyes widened in disbelief. Was it because they were going to fight a copycat android, or was it because they'd gotten an assignment from Superman? Y/N couldn't tell which.

"Shouldn't we be more concerned about our team name? Are we really going out there was F.A.G.S?" Al asked, bucket of fried chicken in his arms.

"It's a workshop. And besides, I invited Peter to join us." Y/N said. "As long as we keep Amazo off balance, there's no way it can copy all our powers. Suit up, sluts."