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The whole “boyfriend taps your window late at night and comes into your room after patrolling” trope is so back!!!

I used to eat that up with Peter Parker back then, and now we have Clark Kent and Johnny Storm who can just fly to your balcony/fire exit and be like ‘hey :)’ and omg I’m just giggling and kicking my feet!!

Life is worth living 🫶🏼

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Just saw Fantastic Four: First Steps so hopefully inspiration will strike for Tangled Webs

Maybe I should watch Spider-Man again, that might help more🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

Also, please send me requests for Johnny Storm!!!

I love him 🤭

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Finally saw Fantastic Four: First Steps and that means I can finally read Johnny Storm x Reader fics without fear of spoilers😫

🎵WAR IS OVER🎵

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(the blond is natural)

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The universal constant of younger siblings doing whatever they can to annoy the snot out of the eldest. Alas. Look at their smug faces. They’re so proud.

Too proud.

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ROY HARPER😫….Roy Harper🤭

the winner of the poll thanks roy nation i still don’t know how u won ngl

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HELLOO!! Can I request booster gold boyfriend headcannons 😫😫😫💪🙏🙂‍↕️✋

YES YOU CAN!!!

I just posted it, you can find it here!!!

Thanks for the ask, I hope you like it🤍🤍🤍

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BOOSTER GOLD AS A BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

Booster Gold x Reader

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-has soooo many candid shots of you

-photos of you making dinner, getting ready, brushing your teeth, even photos of you drooling after you fell asleep on the couch 

-his lockscreen is set to rotate through photos of you (and occasionally the two of you together—but even those are focused on you)

-Ted often finds him turning his phone on and off to see the different photos

“It’s creepy”

“You’re just jealous your girlfriend isn’t as hot as mine”

-he’s so clingy

-if you’re busy with work then be ready to be even busier later

-demands your attention (he loves being the center of anyone’s attention but especially yours)

-he will sit on your computer to get you to look at him

-makes you breakfast every saturday

-but it doesn’t always turn out well

-Ted finds this really funny

-or he does until he finds Booster cooking in his kitchen, trying to perfect a new meal for you

-it never works

-Ted had to ban him from using his kitchen after he started a gas fire…while the stove was off

-he wasn’t really sure how he’d managed that one

-buys you flowers

-all the time

-like for any occasion, even if it’s just a random Thursday

-he’s always trying to impress you

-as cocky as he is, he’s insecure

-thinks you could do a lot better than him

-he’s overheard enough of the other heroes say it

-so he’s always trying to overcompensate

—in hopes that you don’t realize you could do so much better

-he holds doors open for you, definitely playing up the chivalry on date night

-he looks at you like you’re the best gift he’s ever received

-he thinks you are

-he and Ted are pretty much attached at the hip so it’s kind of like having a permanent third wheel

-he shows up on dates, movie nights

-he even shows up when Booster’s gone, plopping himself on the couch and rifling through your kitchen claiming he’ll just wait for Booster to get back

-Ted won’t, however, show up if Booster cooked because he does NOT want to be subjected to it

-you’re tempted to have him cook more so the two of you can be alone

-skeetz is always giving him ideas for where to take you on a date or what gifts to get you

-he never misses* any dates or anniversaries because skeetz is there to remind him (more like he never forgets because hero stuff sometimes gets in the way of your dates)

-when he does miss a date he’s so apologetic

-and he means it—he really doesn’t want to miss your dates, he just has a job to do :(

-he’ll drag his feet for a little bit, staying at the watchtower to finish reports

- (he doesn’t want to see the sad look that’s sure to be on your face as you insist it’s fine that he missed dinner)

-but then Skeetz or Ted will make him go home

-and he shows up at your door with a bouquet and a sad smile

-you give in immediately

-he’d buy you anything you wanted

-and new clothes for date night

-you’d find them laid out on the bed with a note that smelled like his cologne

If you’re another hero then you’d probably meet on the Watchtower—

-the first time he sees you is during a meeting

-he ends up pushing Ted out of his chair so that you can sit by him

-you don’t

-but you do help Ted up

-Ted definitely receives a glare…or another shove off his chair after that

-he gapes at you as you walk around the table to sit beside Superman of all people

-he insists on Ted helping him make a plan to win you over

“I don’t think you can push Superman out of his chair”

“You are so unsupportive”

“I’m just saying, he has super strength”

“Super strength and durability are not the same”

“He has that too”

-the second time he sees you is on the battlefield

-he definitely gets knocked down because he was distracted by you during the fight

-but gets back up quickly to help his teammates

-after the fight, you send him a grin before ducking into one of the changing rooms as he headed for the medbay

-he’s waiting for Ted to get out of a meeting when you walk up to him

-he jumps up in surprise as you sit down

-you stutter out an apology, saying he can stay here and you’ll sit somewhere else

-and he’s stumbling over his words trying to convince you that he was just stretching and hadn’t noticed you there

-you let his obvious lie slide

“I just wanted to tell you, good work today.”

“What?”

“I saw you rescue that girl. She was almost crushed by the building but you helped her. And you took that bullet for Bats.”

-he couldn’t believe what he was hearing

-you were…aware of him?

-no, he knew you were. he’d felt your glare after he accidentally threw a pen at you.

—he had been aiming for Superman but he’d ducked

—after that, Superman had grabbed your shoulder to make sure you were okay

—that made him feel even worse

“You…uh, you noticed that?”

You grin wickedly, “I notice everything you do, Booster.” You trail a finger along his bicep and bat your lashes at him.

-he faints

-Ted walks out at that moment and groans

“He’s just…”

“He’s cute.”

-Ted gapes at you, but accepts the win for his friend, who he is currently dragging to the meat

-the next time he sees you is during training

-you ask him to pair up

-he agrees too quickly

-Ted facepalms from behind you

-you beat him in every sparring match until you decide it would be more fun to let him win

-this ends with his straddling you on the mat as you grin up at him

-his brain shortcicuits

“So, now that you’ve got me under you…”

-he blanches and scrambles to get off but you grab his wrist

“Ask me out.”

“What?”

“Ask me out.”

“Okay.”

-he doesn’t

-he’s silent for several moments, just staring at you before Ted throws a weight at him

“Oh! Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes please.”

If you’re a civilian…

-he saved you after the villain of the week attacked

-you jumped into his arms afterwards, hugging him

-praising him for saving you

-you weren’t sure who he was

-but you were determined to find out

-eventually a similar attack happens and you just so happen to be there

-definitely not a purpose

-you definitely didn’t head towards the danger in hopes of meeting him again so you could thank him

-definitely not

-maybe you have to do this a few times

-or maybe you find him again the first time you try

-but when he sees you

-he grins

-because he remembers you

-of course he does (he’ll later claim it was love at first sight and you’ll begrudgingly roll your eyes but he’s right—it was)

-and of course you thank him, calling him Booster Gold

-and his jaw drops

-a pretty girl like you is calling him by his actual name? and not Green Lantern?

-he almost passes out

-but quickly saves it and asks you out

-you accept immediately

BONUS

-this struck me in a moment of genius but he would love to be called “hero” as a petname/term of endearment

-like he’d blush but it would make him so happy that you think so highly of him <3

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*sniff, sniff*

i'm so in love with this man (he’s fictional)

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YAY!!! 100 FOLLOWERS!!!

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH🤍🤍🤍🤍

IM GLAD YOU ALL LIKE MY WRITING🤭🤭🤭🤭

Me rn^

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Tangled Webs Part 12

Contains: angst angst angst🤭, jealousy

NOT PROOFREAD

SERIES MASTERLIST

“I’ve spent everyday for the last 5 years regretting what I did. I never wanted to hurt you, but I wanted to hurt Spider-Woman. I wanted to kill her. But I didn’t know she was you. I never would’ve—I never would’ve hurt her, hurt you, had I known.” A shuddering inhale could be heard on the other side of the line. “I miss you. I’d do anything to take back what I did, to take you back. Please,” another sigh, “please forgive me. Just forget everything I did and take me back.” It was quiet for a few moments. “I love you.” The call ended.

Johnny huffed, flopping back onto his bed as he replayed the message over and over in his head. It’s been haunting him for the past few weeks, ever since he heard it.

He should’ve told you, shouldn’t have hidden it. Shouldn’t have lied.

But he just couldn’t stand the idea of losing you to Harry Osborn.

He groaned again, rubbing his face. He knows you love Harry, he’s sure you’ll always love Harry but…a part of him hopes you’d love him.

That you’d forget about Harry, and want him. Love him. But Johnny’s never had much luck in that department.

And he doesn’t expect any improvement either, you’d been ignoring him for three days now.

It’s easier in space, despite being gone for longer. At least up there he knows you’re waiting down here for him. That you want him to come back. But now? He’s not so sure.

—

It had been a couple days since the gala, and there’s no way you were staying in the apartment with Johnny there, so you figured it was time to go back to work.

You passed the coffee shop down the street on your way, rushing past the window in an attempt to avoid Eddie in case he was there.

You managed to make it 2 hours before he eventually appeared, dragging you to the supply closet at the end of the hall.

He huffed out you name, sounding almost surprised, which would be weird considering he’s the one that dragged you in here.

You crossed your arms, “What?”

“I’m sorry.” He spit the words out as if they were unfamiliar, like it pained him to say them.

“Huh? What was that?”

He huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I said I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have written that article.”

“Well you did.”

“Yeah but I didn’t publish it.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly but you were too upset to notice.

“I mean, how inconsiderate can you be? I told you that, in confidence! And you go and—” You freeze as his words register, “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t submit it. I didn’t send it to Jameson.”

“But you…” You trailed off, unsure. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I what? I’m the worst? Evil, awful, horrible?” He grinned. “You don’t think those things about me.”

You scoffed, pushing him away lightly as he leaned in. “I do, actually.”

“No, you don’t. Because if you did,” he leaned in to whisper conspiratorially, “you wouldn’t be in here right now.”

“You dragged me in here!”

“You could’ve left at any time. Or stopped me on the way.” He smirked at you.

Before you could respond, light flooded the space.

“Parker! Brock! What are you doing? Quit defiling my papers and get to work!”

You both nod fervently and duck past him.

You turn around as you slide into your desk space, meeting Eddie’s gaze.

He winks.

—

You left the office as soon as you could. Despite not wanting to go home, you also didn’t want to stick around Eddie any longer. You’d already gotten assigned another project with him.

Hopefully no supervillains attacked this time. You rolled your eyes at the thought, they could never leave you alone.

As you weaved through the crowded streets, you considered your options.

1. Home

2. Early Patrol

3. Early Dinner

It was an easy choice, especially after skipping lunch so that Eddie wouldn’t corner you again.

You grinned as you pushed through the door of a cafe a couple blocks from your apartment.

As you sat with your mug and plate of half eaten nachos, your anger grew.

Johnny’s the one that lied. He should be the one to avoid the apartment—not you.

You huffed again, before dropping your head to groan into your cup.

“Are you okay?” You snapped your head up, meeting Harry’s eye.

“Harry? Yes! I am just fine. How are you?”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m good. But you look…unwell?” He finished with a questioning lilt to his voice.

“I’m fine, really!” You grinned, “Better now that you’re here.” He shot you a glare before cracking a smile himself.

“Wanna get out of here?” He was already placing a crisp bill on your table.

You slid out of the booth, grabbing the arm he offered to you.

“Yes please.”

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After a walk through Central Park where you both avoided your previous conversation from a couple days ago, you ended up back at your apartment.

Johnny was gone, thankfully. He’d throw a fit if he heard what was happening.

“C’mon Harry, just tell me what was in the message. It was obviously something important if you got that mad at Johnny about it.”

He sighed, turning to face you. “No, I regretted it as soon as I sent it. It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does! It matters to me. And anyways, you kissed me after sending it!”

“That was a mistake, okay? I…We can’t happen. Ever. I hurt you. You don’t need that.” You flinched, blinking back tears.

“That’s not fair, Harry. At least give me a choice in the matter.”

“I can’t! You’ll choose me. And I can’t do that. I can’t hurt you again.”

“You didn’t even know it was me!”

“It doesn’t matter.” He took a shaky breath in. “If we get back together, you’re going to spend the rest of your life wondering if I’m going to do it again.”

“I won’t! I-I don’t!” You were pleading now.

“Maybe not now, but you will.”

“Then that’s my choice, Harry.”

“We’re not happening. So drop it.” He headed for the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You sunk to the floor, resting your back against the bed. That can’t be it. It can’t.

But it was, and there was nothing you could do about it, as the next morning you woke up to a picture of him and Felicia splayed out across the front page—the words “Surprise Engagement: PR Stunt or True Love?” glaring at you in bold letters.

You’d lost him, for good this time.

Even worse, the name under the headline was Eddie Brock. And the photo? It was one you had taken at the gala.

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30 years of Clueless! The film, which was inspired by Jane Austen's novel, Emma, was written and directed by Amy Heckerling. It was released on July 19, 1995, and went on to gross $88 million and became a beloved teen comedy classic. CLUELESS (1995) Dir. Amy Heckerling

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It Was An Accident Part 10

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Mentions of murder, strippers, kinda stalking but not really…more like investigating.

SERIES MASTERLIST

By the time Jason and Tim had caught up to the group, everyone was at the dining table. Everyone minus Bruce.

“Master Bruce had to duck out for a minute but he said to start without him.” All the kids groaned.

You smiled at Jason as he slid into the seat next to you. He nodded before glaring at Dick as he opened his mouth.

“Okay…so, where did you go to college?”

You pretended to look embarrassed, “Oh I, I never actually went to college. Couldn’t afford it.” You figured it best not to forge a college diploma—your old one wouldn’t work now, what with your existence being erased and all.

“Are you with Jason for his money then?” You hold back a laugh.

Shaking your head you answer Tim, cutting off Jason’s growl. “No, I make plenty of my own money, I assure you.”

“As a stripper?”

“Yes. Next question, please.”

“Where did you grow up?”

“New York.” You smiled at Cass but she just stared back unblinkingly. Your smile never wavered—something Jason begrudgingly liked about you, not that he’d ever admit it. “Next.”

“Do you have any pets?”

“No, don’t have time.”

“Favorite color?” Every turns to face Duke who just smiles awkwardly, shrugging. “What? It’s a defining trait.” You answer him with a laugh.

“Favorite food?”

“Anything but peppermint.” You couldn’t stand it after the bite.

“Good to know.”

“Noted.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Would you guys stop being weird? She just met you and you’re all being freaks.” Jason groaned into the table.

Damian turns to you, “You should never tell anyone your weaknesses.”

“It’s not a weakness.” It definitely is—one time Doc Ock made a perimeter of Peppermint Oil to keep you away from one of his makeshift labs. You were ashamed to say it had worked—for a while at least.

Damian scoffed at you but nodded regardless. “You are…still okay.” His siblings frowned at him, unsure why he was being so…nice to you. He normally hated everyone they brought over.

“Thanks, I think you’re great.” They all gaped at you and Damian froze, fork halfway to his mouth. He flushed. “You’re all great, actually. Thanks for having me over for dinner.” They continued to stare but they each softened a bit—even Tim. Maybe you weren’t evil? Maybe. He wasn’t sure yet.

Jason scoffed, “They’re not that great. And they threatened to destroy my apartment if I didn’t bring you.”

“It’s already a mess anyways.” Stephanie turns to you, “Last time I was over, a rat crawled out of the hole behind the couch. It was gross. And I’m pretty sure it was sick.” Jason tensed beside you and you faltered—there wasn’t a hole in his wall…and no rats either. His penthouse was…impeccable actually. It barely looked lived in…did he have another house?

Odd. But not any of your business really, so you let it go.

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Okay, so you didn’t let it go.

Instead, you decided the best course of action was to follow him after he dropped you off at your own fake apartment. You didn’t want him finding out about you living with the Police Commissioner. With how many illegal activities passed through the Lounge, you figured he’d want to avoid the GCPD as much as possible.

After following him for several minutes, you arrived on top of the roof of an apartment in crime alley.

You hummed, thinking that he really needs a better security system…or surveillance training. You had followed him—sloppily—for several blocks and he hadn’t noticed. Granted, you swung across the rooftops in your Spider-Woman suit, but that’s whatever.

Maybe you should follow him more—just to make sure he gets home.

Oh well, now you know that he has a secret apartment. You wonder briefly what else he’s honing from you but quickly shake the thought away. You’re partners, nothing more.

You jump off the roof with a sigh, might as well get some patrolling done.

After stopping a couple muggings, an attempted car theft and a murder, you land with a groan atop Bat Burger. Maybe you should pick some up for Gordon—he’s probably hungry. And if he’s asleep, you can just wake him up to eat. Surely he wouldn’t mind…he definitely would.

You tensed, feeling a presence approaching.

You were wondering when you’d run into him.

Batman.

“Spider-Woman.” He grunted. You turned to face him with a grin.

“Oh um Batman…hi!” He stared at you, mouth seemingly stuck in a permanent grimace. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure.” You flushed, grateful that the mask covered your cheeks. “I was a little distracted.”

“You can’t afford to be distracted in the field.”

“We’re actually on the roof right now.” He didn’t seem to appreciate your joke. Backtracking, you sputtered, “But I get what you mean!”

“You should go.”

“What, why? Wait, are you spying on someone?” You gasped excitedly. “Are we like totally teaming up right now?”

“Surveillance. And no, you’re going home.” You pouted.

“No, I’m not. I have a couple hours left that I can patrol still…and Robin’s not with you tonight, so I should stay to help!”

He grunted at you but didn’t push you to go anymore. You smiled, accepting your win.

You settled into the spot next to him, leaning on the railing. “So, who’s the target?”

Batman grunted, not bothering to respond. You scanned the street, spotting a suspiciously parked car. Okay, not that suspicious…but it was blocking an alleyway, and that’s definitely not legal.

“Is this more of a lurk or a lunge kinda operation?”

It was silent for a few moments.

“Lurk.”

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I have this photo as my lockscreen and my sister just asked me if it was Cyclops (X-Men) 😫😫😫😫😫

Granted, this is one of my other lockscreen photos…

(Both photos were found on google but idk where from — they’re not mine though lol)

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yes i am still obsessed with him thanks for asking :)

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It Was An Accident Part 9

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Contains: just language I think

SERIES MASTERLIST

“I need you to come to dinner with me.”

“Okay.” You nodded at him as you continued shuffling through files. “Is anyone gonna try poisoning you again? Need me to test your water?” You shot him a teasing look. He huffed.

“Well it’s a family dinner so…probably?” He grinned at you as you laughed.

“Okay. Why do I need to go to a family dinner with you?

He sighed again, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. You’d ended up back in his penthouse, this time it seemed warmer though. Like he’d decorated.

“They’re…suspicious. Damian—”

“The kidding your office?”

Jason shot you a look and you pretended to zip your mouth. “Yes, the kid from my office.” You held back a laugh. Earlier today he’d barged into you changing room—okay he didn’t barge, he knocked, but after you told him to come in he definitely barged—and practically interrogated you about meeting his brother.

He continues, “He told everyone you are my girlfriend.” He glares at you as you snort, “It’s a good cover though. They don’t need to know about our…” He trailed off.

“Rendezvous? Clandestine meetings? Missions?” He nodded. “Actually, did he use the word girlfriend? Because he was very against that word when we spoke. He called me a harlot! Who even says that?!”

Jason sighed, “He’s got one heck of a vocabulary.”

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“Good evening, Miss…?”

“Peters, sir.” You repeat your full name back to him as he takes your coat.

You can sense several sets of eyes on you, although you’re sure they think you don’t notice them. So you pretend not to.

“Where is everyone?” You lean in close to Jason to whisper loudly in his ear.

“I’m not sure…” He trails off and you also pretend not to notice the glare he shoots at the plant in the corner.

“Dinner will be ready shortly. I believe everyone is in the study if you wish to get acquainted before the meal. Master Bruce is in his office, but he should be down shortly.”

Jason nods at the man who introduces himself as Alfred but all you can think is that this entire family is full of liars…or several people have broken in and are hiding.

Jason turns to you, offering you his arm. “Shall we?” You smile at him, batting your eyes.

“Lead the way.”

—

He ended up dragging you down several hallways, hoping you didn’t notice that he was taking you in circles. He debated taking you to see Bruce first so that his siblings would have time to make it to the study but decided against it.

“Ready?” He stopped in front of a set of French doors, hands gripping the handles.

You nod him before nudging him with your elbow. “It’s okay, I promise not to embarrass you.” He snorts.

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” Your grin widens at his words.

“That bad?”

“Usually.”

He pushed through the doors and you can feel several eyes trained on you. You meet Damian’s gaze from across the room.

“Hi Damian.” You smile at him and he frowns but he repeats your name back.

You turn to the rest of the room as a man pops into your view.

“Hi, I’m Dick.” You laugh as he grips your hand.

“Hi, Dick.”

“How long have you been dating?”

“Oh, not too long.” It was a good thing the two of you had discussed a backstory beforehand. “A couple months, right?” You turn to smile at Jason.

He flushes, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Five.”

“How’d you meet?”

“Where are you from?”

“How old are you?”

“Knock it off, give her some space.” He pushes Dixk lightly.

You laugh and answer their questions smoothly, which made Jason relax from beside you. But you could feel a set of eyes peering at you suspiciously.

—

“Timbo, stop staring at her, you creep.” Jason had pulled him aside as his siblings corralled you towards the dining room.

“What did you say her name was?”

Jason sighed but told him.

“I did a background check.”

“Yeah, me too. So drop it.”

Tim furrowed his brow, “No. Her record is clean—too clean. Not even a ticket.”

“Some people don’t speed, you know? Not everyone is a criminal.” Jason shot him a glare.

“Everything’s clean except her school record. The schools she went to have her in their records but she’s not in the yearbooks. At all.”

“Maybe she just didn’t get her picture taken.”

Tim shook his head, “They don’t even have her name written in the not photographed section.”

“Okay, that’s weird but it’s not anything to worry about. She’s fine. Drop it.” But Jason knew he wouldn’t—Tim wasn’t known to drop anything.

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