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Pairing: Daryl x GN!Reader

Summary: Him, yourself and some others are lined up and meets Negan

Daryl, Glenn, Michonne and Rosita get dragged out the back of a truck and pushed on the graveled ground. 

Glenn and Maggie look at each other as Abraham, Rick, Sasha, Aaron, Carl and Eugene look at the other three. “Daryl?” you furrow your eyebrows at a pale-looking Daryl. He looks at you kneeling in between Maggie and Rick. “Let’s meet the man.” Someone says, hitting the RV’s door.

It opens to show someone with a leather jacket and a barbed-wire bat leaning against his shoulder. “Pissin’ our pants yet?” He walks out of the RV and starts to talk whilst walking around. He almost hits Maggie, but Glenn kinda saved her. Daryl then gets tackled from hitting Negan in the face.

“No!” you move towards him. You get held back with hands on your shoulders. Daryl gets taken back to knee. You lean against your hands with tears going down your face. “Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell,” Negan raises his bat, “you’re all going to be doing that.” He hits Abraham’s head with everyone crying out.

“Suck. My. Nuts.” Abraham says slowly and straightening his back. Negan hits him again and again until his skull has been split open and his brain scattered around it. “You hear that? He said ‘Suck my nuts’.” Negan impersonates Abraham.

Tears blurs everyone’s eyes. Negan continues to bash Abraham’s head in. “Oh, my goodness. Look at this.” He shows everyone his bloody bat whilst chuckling. “I need you to know me. So, back to it.” He turns around, whacking the top of Glenn's skull, making Maggie cry out.

Glenn straightens his back and looks at Maggie with half his face bloodied from the bashes on his head and his left eye popped out of his socket. "M-Maggie, I-I’ll find y-you.” Negan bends down to Glenn’s level and starts to ramble on before continuing to bash it in.

Negan stops and looks in between you and Daryl. “I saw your little movement before when he got tackled.” Negan says to you. “And from that, I’m thinking you two together.” He looks at Daryl. “No exceptions.” Negan says before hitting the bat upwards and peeling the left side of your face, your body falling to the floor with another hit coming in, making a wound on the top of you head.

You struggled to hold yourself up to kneel like you were before to look at Daryl with your face pretty much covered in blood. “Y-You’re g-going to be t-the last m-man s-standing. I l-love y-you.” yod manages to get out before getting more bashes to the head and your body falling to the ground once again. Daryl flinches with each hit with tears flowing down his cheeks. “No.”

Ropes

Pairing: Dick x GN!Reader

Summary: Dick tells you to meet him at some connected ropes looking over Gotham. You have a small moment until another crime comes along

Tilting your head up, Dick is seated up on one of the ropes. Sighing and relaxing your shoulders, your hands grip onto the rope, beginning to go up to your partner. “Out of all places, you decide to come here.”

Finally arriving at where he is, you managed to stand in between his legs, being face to face. “Why’d you bring me here?” you question, taking his mask off to see his blue eyes. “Why not?” he shrugs.

"’Cause we hardly do this.” you shrug back. “How was the mission?” you ask, feeling his hands take off your mask to see your eyes in return. He scans your face, cupping your left cheek. “You’re bleeding.” he states out, worry in his eyes.

"It’s just a small cut, nothing to worry about.” you nuzzle his hand and pressing your hand against his. 

Grabbing the rope above you, you swing your body up to stand above his, his mask now over his eyes.

You watch the lights flicker and move throughout Gotham

"I love you.” you hear Dick say. You glance at him, himself staring up at you. “I love you, too.” you smile at him.

Sirens then go off in the distance. Dick stands up, grabbing the ropes also. A side of your mouth rises in a side smirk, “Beat ya down there?” 

"Sure." He nods.

You turn my body around and fall backwards, Dick dives with his arms next to his body. You watch his raven hair fly backwards. He looks back at you flipping the same way he's going down, your hair going back as well. "Whoo!"

Squishy

Pairing: Pietro x GN!Reader

Summary: You love to squish this fast man’s cheeks

The front door closes behind you after you had cleaned out most of the barn. “You good, Piet?” you asked, leaning over the couch’s backrest to see him lying on the couch, watching TV.

He nods, a dopey smile on his face. “I’m good, baby.” He pouts his lips for a kiss, a peck pressed against his lips.

Pietro pouts more, wanting more kisses, watching you go to the kitchen.

“What do you want for dinner?” you bend down, rummaging through the fridge. You peek your head out of the fridge to see your boyfriend’s chin on the armrest, resting on his stomach and staring at your ass.

“Hey!” He shakes his head, getting out of his daze.

“We could go to Bird-Brain’s place and have dinner with them. It’s a few seconds away. For me, anyway.”

"We can go to them another night.”

Pietro then suggests going to a random restaurant. You agree. 

Closing the fridge door, you walk towards him as he lays back down. Keeping your attention on the TV, you straddle Pietro’s waist, his hands resting on your thighs.

Now with your attention on the man you’re sitting on, you cup his cheeks, squishing them together. “Squishy.” you extend the ‘s’ as you whisper the nickname you gave him. He questions why you call him that.

"’Cause that’s what you are. You’re my squishy, fast man.” He chuckles as you continue to play with his cheeks. “Squishy, squish.” You squish his cheeks together one more time, making him pout his lips out as if he was a fish.

You giggled at the sight, himself laughing at your reaction and the feeling.

Your forehead leans against his chest, laughs and giggles calming down. You turn your head to rest your cheek against his chest and forehead against the side of his neck.

"You’re getting the food, Squishy.”

“Okay.”

Sunset Tower

Pairing: Jason x GN!Reader x BestFriend!Dick

Summary: You meet Jason and Dick on the roof of their favourite tower to watch the sunset

The door closes behind you once on the roof to see Jason leaning against the wall with Dick sitting on it, facing the city. "Hey, Jaybird. Hey, Dick." Both of them turn their heads to look at you, greeting you back.

"Why are you still in your suit?" Dick asks. You push myself onto the ledge next to Jason. "Why are you still wearing yours?"

"Touché." 

Jason walks towards you and stands in between my legs with his back towards you.

You look out at the city whilst playing with Jason's hair. "We ordered some food." Dick breaks the small silence. "This is why I love you." you smile at Dick. Jason turns his head towards you, a deadpan look on his face. "As a best friend, you know this." You kiss his cheek. "Good." A smile appears on his face as he turns back around. "I saw you smile, Jay." You look back at the city. He feels your  legs being wrapped around his waist.

Shuffles come from the side of you before something leans against your head. Raven black hair appears in the corner of your eye. You lean you head against Dick's head. Removing your hands from Jason's hair, you loosely drape them over his shoulders.

"You better have gotten my favourite drink as well." you comment, making them chuckle. "We did, don't worry." Jason turns around to look at me with Dick getting his head off me. "Good. If you didn't, I would've killed you myself."

Wanna Bet?

Pairing: Peter x M!Reader

Summary: You and Peter both are relaxing on their day off. An idea comes into Peter’s mind for a bet and it’s that him and you both have a running contest to see who’s the fastest out of the two with the school watching them

A/N: you have the same power as Peter

A flash of blue comes in and out of the shared room Peter shares with you. He calls out your name. You stop next to the bed. “What?” You adjust your jacket. 

The two of you pretty much wear the same things but different colours as yours is blue and black, along with sharing the same interests. “I know this is everyone’s day off, but I’m thinking that you and I could have a bet.”

“Depends on what the bet is and what the winner gets from the loser.” You cross your arms over your chest. “The bet is to see who’s the fastest out of the both of us. And we can think about what the winner wants after.” Peter smiles at you, which you returns.

“Deal.” You extend your hand out to seal the deal, which he refuses. You tilts your head questioningly. He grabs your hand to pull you in. You get seated in his lap before he places my lips on yours.

Standing back up, a blue flash exits out of the room. 

Peter runs out as well to tell everyone at the mansion about the bet. He stands next to you as everyone walks out the front of the school. “Who’s gonna keep track?” you question.

“I will.” You two turn to see the Professor roll in behind you “Get ready.” You and Peter both turn back around and placing your goggles over your eyes. “Set.”

“I hope you like the taste of losing.” A grin appears on his face. “I think it’s the other way around.” you retort back. “Go!” Both zooming off, you go around the city and country with everything slowing down, each of your hair flying behind you.

 Appearing back in front of everyone in less of the time we left, you ask, “So? Who won?” Yours and Peter’s goggles are placed back on your heads. “Peter. By 2 milliseconds.” The Professor nods towards your boyfriend. “Ha, ha. Suck it!” He turns to see you holding a cream-pie in your hand and it smashing against his face. “Eat this.”

Everyone holds in a laugh. He wipes the whip cream from my eyes. “I thought the winner got to pick of what the loser gets to do for their punishment. And clearly, I’m the winner.” Laughs erupt from everyone from keeping it in.

“I was dared to from some of the others. And I never back down from a dare. Anyway, what would Quicksilver want for his prize?”

“Kisses, cuddles and Twinkies. Plus me beating your ass on video games.”

Eat

Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian

Summary: Damian starts to shove crackers into Bruce’s mouth and continues to tell him to eat with yourself agreeing

Bruce sits down on a red chair in the lounge, sighing tiredly after finishing up a mission. Small footsteps and a plastic bag rustling makes him tilt his head to see his toddler son.

Damian sets the box of crackers next to his father before climbing up Bruce’s legs to settle on his lap. The toddler grabs the box as Bruce puts his hands up against Damian’s back to support him so he doesn’t fall off.

“Eat.” Damian shoves the box against Bruce’s chest. “No, Damian. They’re your crackers.” The small Wayne shoves the box again. “Eat.” He reaches into the box and pulls out a cracker, placing it on top of Bruce’s lips.

Bruce doesn’t see a way out, so he opens his mouth and accepts the cracker. Damian starts to pull out another a cracker and tells Bruce to do the same thing. “Thanks, but no thanks, Damian. I’ve already eaten.”

“Bullshit.” Both the Wayne’s turn their heads to see you leaning against one of the many door frames connected to the lounge from watching the two. “Daddy hasn’t eaten.” you walk towards the two and settles next to your husband and son.

Damian wiggles his way off of his father and settles on his mother’s lap. You wrap your arms around Damian and leans your chin against his demon onesie covered head. “He’s not the only one telling you to eat.”

“Who else is ther-?”

“Myself and Alfred. You and the other three boys don’t eat as much.”

“Because there’s cri-”

“Crime to be taken care of. I know. Now it’s either you eat these crackers or I’m going to cook you something real nasty.” you give him a stern look. “Whatever you try to cook, it turns out good.”

“You’ll sleep on the couch for a month. And we all know how real uncomfortable they are to sleep on.” Damian throws the box of crackers at his father’s chest. “Papa. Eat.”

Another box of crackers whacks the back of Bruce’s head. The three of them see Alfred standing with his arms at the sides of his body and a proud smirk on his face. “Your son is right, Mr. Wayne. Eat.”

More boxes of crackers get thrown at Bruce. “Why is there so many crackers?!”