#and how easy it was getting used to contact lenses

[creativecuteness]

I know and he's so freaking cute with them on tooo. Ugh he just looks cuter with glasses I too really wish he kept them on throughout the series. Or at least for the full movie and season 1

he literally had 2 pratice with glasses like. why didnt they let him keep his glassesss

[clockwayswrites]

5 Times the JL Learned Batman was Married and the 1 Time They Met the Spouse.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Four.

Clark stood up and positioned himself between the door and his injured teammate before it even opened, though not much before. His own delayed reaction made sense when it opened to show one of Batman’s teammates. While for the longest the League had thought Batman ��worked alone’, they were now aware of there being a variety of heroes in Gotham, even if they were far from sure how many there might be or who those heroes were.

Nightingale was a notable exception what with his influence on the newest generation of heroes.

The young man flashed Clark a cheery smile and a little two finger wave. The motion almost distracting with the bright blue that marked the fingers.

“Hey Supes, I got notified that B was laid up.”

Clark paused. “You did?”

“Yep, I’m down as B’s emergency contact for Justice League matters. Feel free to confirm it if you want,” Nightingale said and leaned against the door frame with an easy shrug. “That’s exactly the sort of paranoia that B would approve of.”

It really was was, Clark thought. He grabbed the tablet that he had been using and pulled up Batman’s personnel file. It was a sparse file, of course, but clear as day Nightingale listed was next to ‘emergency contact’. Under his name as an alternative was ‘Condor’.

“Who’s Condor?”

“Me,” rumbled the man who stepped up behind Nightingale. He wasn’t as tall as the other hero, but he was broad. His lower face was covered in some sort of sleek gas mask, though Clark’s focus was pulled to the red lenses of the domino mask.

He certainly made for an intimidating figure.

Nightingale rolled his eyes. “Dramatic.”

Condor just shrugged. “I’m here to be the muscle.”

Clark’s brow furrowed. “For… what?”

“Oh, we’re taking B home!” Nightingale, well, chirped and pushed himself off the doorway.

Clark stepped in the way. “Batman needs to stay under medical supervision.”

“We know. We’re taking him to the Batcave. There’s a full medical set up there and we already have Batman’s personal doctor on hand to look him over,” Nightingale said as he smoothly edged his way around Clark. “Not that we don’t think you all have done your best! Just that way we’ll have his status for our files and he can recover at home.”

“Besides, you don’t want you-know-who to get wind that B is laid up like this and come storming the castle,” Condor said and came to take the other end of the medical bed.

Nightingale gave an over-the-top shudder. “Yeah, best to avoid that, he’s not having a good week already.”

“I, no, I don’t know who,” Clark said with a frown, though he did finally step out of their way. He couldn’t really tell them no, they did have control over Batman’s care. Still, he carefully watched them undo the clasps that would let them take off the top of the bed like a stretcher.

Condor lifted his end of the bed. “B’s husband, of course. Guy’s a little protective.”

“A little?” Nightingale asked as he pivoted with his end of the bed so they could start walking. “Calling him ‘a little’ protective is like calling what happened on Monday a ���little’ multidimensional incident.”

Condor shrugged, the bed shifting a little with the motion, though it barely rocked Batman. “Okay, so maybe he’d rewrite the world for B if it came to it. That’s exactly why we’re getting B back to the Cave where he can be safe and settled before his paramour gets back from dealing with that ‘little’ multidimensional incident.”

“Right,” agreed Nightingale. “Thanks for looking after him, Supes!”

“You’re welcome?” Clark replied as the two heroes left the room, Batman carried between them.

[tomasweetheart]

TWENTY TWENTY VISION — m. atsumu x gn!reader

sypnosis: atsumu needs glasses, but why on earth would he make his & your life easier by wearing them?

warnings: i'm gonna beat the shit out of atsumu oh my GOD he irks me so bad, post-timeskip atsumu, eensy bit of angst if you squint super super hard, osamu mention, i can't write the miya accent™ for the life of me but i tried so sorry, petnames such as baby used, he calls the reader pretty

notes: inspired by the fact that i just recently got my new glass and haven't had a pair since i was 14 so seeing the world focused fucks with me a lil bit, ALSO, atsumu with glasses has been flooding my brain, osamu is farsighted cause i said so

"I'm not wearin' 'em."

"Atsumu, please, you need to wear them, you have astigmatism in both of your eyes! And you're nearsighted!"

Atsumu lets out a soft huff as he crosses his arms, as if he isn't the reason you've been having this argument essentially since you brought up him even getting his eyes checked.

It all started when Osamu had gotten new glasses, that's what Atsumu thinks anyways, that this is all stupid Samu's fault.

Osamu came over one afternoon for a harmless visit, with new glasses on. You had asked Osamu about them, and commented that you never knew he needed glasses to which he responded:

"Oh yeah, me and Tsumu both do, he just hasn't worn his since junior high."

You swear you've never seen Atsumu react so quickly, his head snapping to Osamu and immediately telling him to shut up through gritted teeth. The subject gets dropped instantly, but now you're giving Atsumu side-glances throughout the night until Osamu leaves.

After you two are settled into bed and Atsumu is almost asleep, until your voice rings out in the dark.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask in a voice barely above a whisper.

"...What are ya on about?" Atsumu asks, turning to face you with a soft expression.

"Is that why you squint so much?" you ask again, "Because you don't wear glasses like you're supposed to, so the world's all unfocused for you all the time, is that why?"

Atsumu's silence and stunned expression is all the answer you need.

"That's what I thought," you mumble before turning away from him, "your eye appointment is Saturday at four."

And that puts Atsumu where he is now, sitting at the island connected to the kitchen in your small apartment, staring down the thick black lenses as if he was trying to explode them with his mind.

"I said, I ain't wearin' 'em," he huffs again vehemently, looking at you with an unwilling expression, "and that's final. I don't need no stupid glasses, I can see just fine."

"Oh yeah?" you challenge, palms resting against the island as you stand on the opposite side of it, "If you don't need your glasses, read the paper on our fridge. Without squinting."

Atsumu's face goes a little pale, his eyes widening slightly. He looks over your shoulder at the paper held onto the fridge with a stupid magnet in the shape of a volleyball.

"It, uh..." he trails off, trying to not squint as much as possible, "...it...it doesn't matter what it says! I'm still not wearin' those glasses! I don't need 'em!"

"Atsumu that paper is no more than four feet away from you, and you can't even tell me what the bolded title says," you responded in an almost pleading tone, "baby, you need your glasses, so I am begging you, please put them on."

Atsumu's face softens slightly at your pleading voice, before it turns unwilling again as he looks down at his arms and mumbles something you can't quite make out.

"What was that?" you ask.

"...They make me look dumb," he repeats a little louder, looking back up at you, "they make me look like an idiot, and since my eyes aren't used to being focused, I feel like a baby deer learnin' how to walk."

"Tsumu," you reply gently, your own expression softening, "if you didn't like the way glasses look, why didn't you ask for contacts?"

"Because they scare me," he rebuttals, "which I know is stupid because they're an easy solution to my problem, but they rip and get stuck and...I don't know, that just scares me."

You stare at him blankly before taking a deep breath, "Atsumu," you start, "I'm not...trying to make you look stupid, okay? I just know that you need them, and you know that too. It might be awkward at first, but won't it be worth it to see the world a little more clearer? So you won't have to squint to read traffic signs or drive through menus? And, glasses aren't a permanent solution, we can work our way up to contacts, but you need to wear these for now."

Atsumu looks down at the glasses again, letting out another unsure sigh as he picks the thick rims up, and places them on his face.

It's weird at first, everything is clearer. The titanium fridge, that stupid volleyball magnet and the paper it holds, and more importantly...

You.

The way your entire face shifts into focus leaves Atsumu speechless. He knows how pretty you are, he doesn't need glasses to see it, but god do they make it better.

You give Atsumu a weird look, "What?" you ask puzzled, "Can you see better?"

"Yeah," he responds with a small smile, "I can see real good, pretty."

[cenorii]

Headcanons about Oldsker

I drew him quite a lot, so I managed to form an opinion about him. Yes, officially Oldsker exists only in our heads, but that doesn't stop us from coming up with something about him. Who is he? Read here.

— Of course, my main hedcanon is his appearance:

— I think Oldsker is the perfect version of Wesker, the final stage of his personal evolution. It's not only the result of his personal growth, but also the result of Capcom's labors to make a complete and final version of the character that will include all the notes and previous games, creating a coherent image out of all the vast information there is about him.

— Having limited himself all his life, Wesker was able to go all out after the volcano. Now that he wasn't bound by the confines of Spencer's upbringing, nor held back by the fulfillment of his dreams, he felt free. Now he was like a child who had been told by his parents to "do whatever you want." Wesker, who had never used foul language before, might start doing it. Wesker, who previously didn't drink and despised bad habits, might try them. Long hair and a different clothing style? He's just getting started. He's free and will probe that feeling in absolutely everything. Acting like a silly joker on the street? Easy. Create the image of the urban lunatic around him as a disguise? Oh yes, he likes that. He's free and his name no longer constrains him, because he'll change it too.

— I think Wesker got tired of having the same hairstyle for 50 years, styling his hair every morning, and so on. And he's already 61. Feeling completely free, like a teenager craving self-expression, he will grow his hair out and not care about styling at all. The only thing he will do with his hair is wash it. He doesn't even need a blow dryer anymore, just a towel, because now he loves himself any way he can. And he no longer needs to be "perfect" to like himself.

— He hasn't gotten rid of the habit of wearing sunglasses, but he really needs it to fit in with society. His eyes still tend to glow with emotion, and basically have an unconventional look. It's unlikely that colored contact lenses can override something so unusual.

— He doesn't forget about Chris. For Chris, Wesker's "death" means a lot, thanks to this event Chris realized that his fight was worth the lives saved. But for Wesker, this event is also very important. He has revised absolutely his entire life, changing the way he approaches it.

— Chris is his obsession. Wesker admires him, hates him, loves him, despises him, loves him, and so it is every day… every day is his struggle with feelings he is not familiar with, but tries to understand. Wesker has become free of any restraints, but the walls that were erected around his feelings still stand. And that's why he's such a noob in feelings, he doesn't know what he's feeling or how to describe it. That's why his relationship with Chris is so confused… He created Chris clones for some new purpose, but the purpose is just an excuse for his real attitude towards Chris.

— He continues to pursue his hobby and creates various weapons and names them after himself, paying homage to his "past life". Thanks to "Albert Wesker" he realized what he wanted out of life, and because of him he became the man he is today.

— I like the name Michael Baxter from this theory. I think that even though it's a weird nickname, it would be a great fit for Oldsker instead of his past name that was given to him by Umbrella and Spencer. He'd obviously want to stop being associated with "Wesker" because it's a dirty and disgusting project. But would he want to stop being Albert? Perhaps the name is too catchy and would expose his whole new image. So he would want to change his name completely, renouncing his past self.

— Oldsker hasn't changed, he's just become liberated and free. Perhaps there are scars on his body that have not been healed by regeneration, due to his powers becoming weaker.

— He probably knows Karl Heisenberg. It's unlikely to be any kind of close acquaintance, but they could very well turn out to be conversation partners by correspondence. Karl could be telling Oldsker about Miranda's plans, and Oldsker could be chattering unrestrainedly about Chris and his plans for him.

— Perhaps freedom would turn his head a little and he'd look for himself in completely unexpected directions. How about…writing a novel? Can this Wesker write NSFW about him and Chris? 😳

[and-so-he-rambled]

“Oh Bats, are you losing your touch?”

(Gotham Rogue Vlad Masters) Masterlist

Vlad was definitely gloating as he cocked his hip and leaned against the roof access door of the building. Bruce had been chasing him all across the city, having much less luck than usual ever since Vlad’s powers had started getting stronger. He still didn’t dare change forms since Daniel’s death day weeks earlier, both for not tipping his hand and being unsure if he was strong enough to maintain it yet, but he could feel his former strength returning. The wound in his shoulder was starting to heal properly now that they had access to ectoplasm.

He tauntingly swung the artifact in front of him, a necklace from a private collection that one of his old contacts had asked him to track down. Getting in and out had been easy, using the cheat of his intangibility to get in without tripping an alarm. He did however somehow manage to set off the silent alarm as he was leaving, what an unfortunate oversight that would surely lure in a bat.

Batman glared at him, breathing heavier than usual. Vlad was becoming more and more sure each day that he wasn’t truly human, able to keep up with a half ghost across the city. Vlad hadn’t made it easy for him for both their sakes, he needed the exercise and the Bat needed his lovely company. He’d kept things fun by shorting out the bats comm line occasionally, but not so much that he would catch on that Vlad was the cause. It really did ruin so much of the fun to have a voice in your ear helping out.

“Badger.” The hero snarled, taking a step forward.

Vlad smirked, twirling the necklace around his clawed finger and dancing out of reach. And Daniel said ballroom was a useless skill!

“Ah, ah, not my name.” He didn’t always use the Honey Badger moniker, but it had its uses. Batman glared harder, forcing his next words through grit teeth.

“Honey-“

“Yes dear?”

Vlad cackled as Batman frowned harder, tossing the necklace up and snatching it back out of the air before making it disappear from sight. In reality it was stored inside Vlad’s arm, but the Bat didn’t know that.

“Oh, guess it’s gone!” Vlad smirked, taking a swaggering step forward with his hands out to show his empty palms, long metal claws glinting. He invaded the Bat’s space, their chests nearly touching as he growled playfully. What? He was allowed to have a little fun!

“You going to search me for it?”

Batman grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from where it had strayed close to his utility belt.

“You going to make me?” Vlad was unable to help the low purr in his chest.

“Maybe I-“

“Unhand Honey Badger!”

Both men froze as a tiny voice yelled, heads turning to watch a tiny body executed a perfect flip, only to stumble as he landed.

Daniel stood in all his tiny glory, smiling up at him with sharp teeth. He was wearing his own version of the Badger outfit, with white markings down the eyes of his cowl and gauntlets that ended in claws, but Vlad could see stars twinkling in the black fabric. It appeared Daniel had discovered how to change the outfit of his ghost half.

“Little Badger.” Vlad hissed, stalking away from Batman and making sure he was a barrier between Daniel and the Bat. “What are you doing here?”

“Helping you fight Batman! Did you steal something? Can I see? Can I help next time?” The white lenses of Daniel’s cowl widened, a tinge of glowing green behind them.

“I was explicitly clear that you are not ready yet, was I not?” Vlad glanced at Batman, who was watching them, and switched to ghost speak. Daniel was hardly fluent yet, but he could understand it well enough. ‘Where is your sister? How did you find me? I thought you hated stealing!’

“I do! But sometimes people do bad things for good reasons!” Daniel repeated his first lesson proudly and in English. “Besides, you said Batman is a weirdo and we can be mean to him.”

“Badger, is this child… acquainted with you?”

Vlad sniffed, turning up his nose.

“I don’t see how that’s your business. Perhaps I’ve taken a page out of your book.” He glanced at Daniel’s shoddy costume and back to Batman. “At least mine wears pants.”

Batman glowered at him, Vlad’s hearing picking up staticky laughter from his comms. His hearing was growing sharper and better as well now. He hadn’t picked up anything useful from Bat’s comms yet, as he rarely got close enough to listen for long and they used code names, but he gladly kept this skill hidden for when it would have its uses.

Just as the great Bat went to offer whatever defense he had for his Robin occasionally wearing honest to ancients booty shorts the boy himself landed on the roof. It seems he’d decided to actually join the party this time. He usually made himself scarce when Vlad and the Bat had their moments.

“Hey, they’re comfy! I didn’t know bad guys had sidekicks too, if he my new nemesis? Kinda short.” Robin smiled confidently at the younger child.

The two children stared at each other for a long moment before Daniel turned to Vlad.

“Can I fight him? Can I? Can I? I’ve been training with J- WildCat!”

“Cub, you are not ready to face Robin yet.” Not without using his powers and blowing their secret.

“Just a little? Pleaaase?”

Vlad glanced at Batman before sighing heavily, shoulders sagging.

“Just for a moment.” Sue him, he wanted to know how Daniel would fare in a real fight. He trusted Robin wouldn’t hurt him severely, and that Batman knew he wasn’t above revenge on his cub’s behalf.

“But he’s a toddler!” Robin protested, gesturing at the young child. “How do we start? Witty banter?”

The Badger Cub had been training with Vlad and Jazz daily, but his training was far different than theirs. Vlad was teaching Jazz acrobatics and the art of thievery, but Daniel had been learning simply how to survive by any means necessary.

Which was why he dropped down to all fours, let out a terrifying snarl, and ran at the young hero full force. Vlad watched in delight as Robin screamed, the kindergartener launching up at him.

He easily dodged Batman’s attack, twirling out of reach with a laugh.

“Honestly Batman, so impatient. Can’t keep your hands off me, can’t you see I’m watching the children play?”

Daniel, to his credit, was doing very good for a five year old. He was using every dirty trick Vlad had taught him, and a few he’d come up with on his own.

“What is wrong with this kid! Owowow, he’s biting me! Who does that?!” Robin shook his arm as he tried to pry it from the child’s jaws.

“Badger! What did I say about biting? Release! You don’t know where that boy has been!” Vlad flipped out of Batman’s reach with a slight boost from flight, kicking him in the chest as he did.

The cub unlocked his jaw and skittered away, still on all fours and growling.

“I promise he’s had his shots.”

Vlad’s comm came alive with a crackle, Jazz’s terrified voice coming over the line.

‘I can’t find Dan- Baby Badger! I woke up and he’s gone!’ The girl sobbed in a panic, hiccuping. Daniel went stiff, staring at Vlad with wide eyes as his sensitive ears picked up the words.

“I have him, WildCat. We’ll be returning momentarily, he is unharmed.” He assured her, scooping the child up under one arm. Batman and Robin began to drift to the sides, likely trying to box him in.

“You’re not going anywhere, Honey Badger.”

“Actually I am!” Vlad cheerily yelled as he released a cloud of thick smoke from a port in his glove, turning invisible and running as the Bats closed in.

“Cub, you are going to be grounded until you’re thirty.” He snarled to his adopted son as they dashed across buildings and through shadows. “But, I am proud of how well you did. Perhaps one day you can join me.” He wanted better for his kids, but he also knew that there wasn’t much of a life for them outside of the shadows. A secret part of him hoped Daniel would do good like he always wanted instead of becoming a thief like him and Jazz, but he’d let the child choose that path himself.

Jazz was a mess when they finally phased through the apartment wall, snatching her brother and hugging him through sobs. Once she’d recovered she began to scream at him, shaking the boy until Vlad stepped in.

Daniel passed out immediately once he changed back, happy as could be and unworried about the punishment that awaited him.

Vlad left the bedroom to find Jazz on the couch, staring at her hand. She was wearing one of her gauntlets, the metal gloves Vlad had made her for self defense. They normally stayed as simple bracelets, but she could activate them as needed. She’d designed them herself when Vlad had taught her the lesson of scratching the eyes out of anyone who tried to take her.

“What’s on your mind, Jasmine?” He sat down on the threadbare couch beside her.

The redhead sighed, bumping their shoulders together as she leaned against him. He activated the second gauntlet with a flick of her wrist, tapping the metal claws together idly.

“I know it’s stupid, but I guess I wanted to be the one to go with you first.” Vlad looked at his adoptive daughter, cataloguing every scar and stress line. She’d aged so much in the last year. He knew she wanted to follow in his footsteps and provide for them, but Daniel would always tether her. It was Vlad’s fault for putting so much of Daniel’s care on her shoulders when he’d promised himself he wouldn’t, but they had never had other options. Daniel was just too young, too special, too reckless.

“I’ll tell you what.” Jazz looked at him with sad bit curious eyes. “Let’s make a deal.”

“What?”

“Keep up with your training and prove to me you can handle yourself, and we’ll get Daniel a sitter so you can pull a job with me. After I know you can take care of yourself I’ll watch Daniel so you can go out.” He’d been hesitant on sending a seven year old girl out into Gotham, but Jazz was improving leaps and bounds each day. She enjoyed challenging herself and improving, and Vlad was confident she would be a capable thief someday.

“Really? Thank you!” She threw her arms around him, claws tearing into the couch and nearly missing Vlad.

“Yes, yes.” Vlad pat the girls head, allowing the tight hug. He wasn’t a touchy person unless it was specific people, and Jazz was special. She was allowed in his personal space. Daniel allowed himself in everyone’s personal space.

“We do need to teach Daniel some actual fighting techniques now. He was a tad feral tonight.”

——

I love Feral Danny Fenton. This fic needs more of it, I’ve written Daniel as an inconvenience more than a child so far, so I wanted to let him shine a bit by causing some chaos

Also Bruce definitely suspected Vlad (or ‘David’ lol) was the new rogue, but this definitely confirms it. A child with the exact height and voice as his son appeared.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

One Step, Not Much but It Said Enough

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Farm/Prison

Warnings: None

Summary: Someone had to make a move. In the end, it was neither of you.

A/N: First November request. It can be found here.

*gif is not mine

You pushed your glasses up on your nose for the umpteenth time in less than half an hour, cursing yourself for never checking with your optometrist about contact lenses before the world went to shit. Not like you would have known to buy a lifetime supply because the dead were going to rise up and eat the living. Oh well. 

You didn’t dislike your spectacles. You actually enjoyed having them. You used to pick out the snazziest frames you could find that meshed well with your personality. Still, having glasses in the apocalypse wasn’t easy, by a long shot. 

Especially now, when you were trying to set up the perimeter line and it was a million degrees outside, the sweat accumulating on your skin making your frames slide down. It was actually rather infuriating. 

You were tying off a line when a shadow loomed over the string in your hands. “Here.” Before you could look up, a sunhat was placed on your head. You reached up to adjust it before leaning back to meet Daryl’s eyes. “S’one’a Carol’s.” He motioned toward the hat as he crouched on the other side of your line. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, hoping he’d credit the sun for the rosy coloring of your cheeks. You suddenly felt unsure of your work and hesitated to continue while he watched. 

“G’on.” He encouraged, chewing on a blade of grass while those blue eyes flitted between you and the string of cans. You took a deep breath and carried on, soon becoming lost in your work as you moved from sector to sector. The hat did help, but eventually, you found the frames teetering on the end of your nose once again. 

“Damn glasses!” You didn’t even bother to adjust them, simply sitting back on your heels with a pout. Daryl had followed you, having already done his hunting for the day. You weren’t really sure why he was hanging around. His presence never bothered you but did make you increasingly nervous. The man was attractive and, though he’d fight hard to never admit it, he had a huge heart. 

“What ‘bout ‘em?” He looked up from cleaning his bolts, tilting his head when he noticed your adorable pout. He laughed in the form of an exhale through his nose and leaned forward, using his middle finger to push your glasses back to their rightful place. “They suit ya.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, blinking at him with wide eyes. It wasn’t until his brows drew inward and he began to smirk that you realized you had been staring at him for far longer than necessary. There was a noise akin to a squeak when you quickly went back to work and tied off the last of the perimeter. “Done!”

“‘Bout time.” The archer drawled, already standing next to you. “Ya hungry?” He was holding out a hand to help you to your feet but you just couldn’t seem to make your body function. “S’a hand. How it works is ya put yours in mine an’ I pull ya up.” You suddenly deadpanned at his his version of a grin. “C’mon, now. Carl gets there first an’ there’ll be none left for us.”

You took his hand and let him pull you to your feet. “Thanks.” He hummed in reply, falling in step beside you. You walked quietly back to the fire and your friends, about to branch away from him when you felt his hand on your arm. 

“Hey, um—” You looked up just in time to see him look back from gazing at something behind you but he kept speaking before you could turn to investigate. “Y’wanna go with me tomorrow? Huntin’, I mean.”

You knew how your face lit up, there was absolutely zero hiding it. You had always wanted to go with him. Honestly, you wanted to go anywhere with him. You felt like a middle schooler with a crush. Embarrassing. Regardless, the fact the he had invited you after spending all afternoon watching you string up cans between trees made your heart beat just a little faster. 

“Hell yeah, I’d love to! I mean, as long as I won’t be in your way.”

“Ya won’t be. M’gonna teach ya.”

Your jaw gaped. “Really? You mean it?”

Poor Daryl just looked confused. “Wouldn’a said it if I didn’t.” 

You just managed to stop yourself from diving in for a hug. “I’m looking forward to it.” You smiled, tilting your head when you noticed the slight flush on his cheeks. He scratched at the back of his neck and nodded. 

“Good. We’ll be leavin’ ‘fore first light so get some sleep.”

You nodded and watched him walk away, apparently forgetting that he didn’t eat. You chuckled to yourself, pushing your glasses up yet again but not at all bothered by it this time. When you turned, you barely caught the knowing smile that Carol wore before it faded and she went back to eating. You removed the hat Daryl had brought you, looking at it with narrowed eyes, then to where Daryl had disappeared, then to Carol, then back to the hat. Suddenly, it all made perfect sense. 

Well played, Carol. Well played. 

[cherrybunniesposts]

MINDBOUND

After learning that a dangerous weapons dealer may be in cahoots with the League of Villains, Aizawa knows he can't let this man walk free. Aizawa follows him into the League of Villians lair, but what happens when the beloved pro hero is captured by the very man he was supposed to hunt?

Author's note: hi lovelies! this post features Aizawa×older!male reader. This is a one-shot, and likely will not be expanded further. Reader is alluded to being an older wealthy gentleman with his hands in dirty deals, but not directly part of the League of Villians himself. POV alternates between Aizawa, Reader, and third person. Thank you to @princeasimdiya12 for requesting this! ♡

Content Warning: kidnapping, restraints, dub con, chastity cages, hypnosis, male squirting, degradation,use of vibrators, overstimulation, male n!pple play, shoe riding, abuse of power. Manipulation, implications of master/slave BDSM dynamics towards the end.

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"oh? what's this?"

Aizawa lets out a startled grunt as a large hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling the hero's head back in one easy movement. The hold was demeaning; making him feel as though he was no better than a small kitten being grabbed by the scruff of their neck in correction.

Relying on honed instincts as he tries to get clear eye contact with the man currently holding him by the neck, his quirk is rendered ineffective as his vision was blurred at the edges. He could faintly make out key features like dark slicked back hair, a grey suit and ruby red tie, and a hooked nose- and yet his eyes were lazy and unfocused, as if trying to peer through smudged lenses of glass.

When Aizawa had been tipped off that the older gentlemen in a suit and carrying a metal briefcase may have direct involvement with the League of Villians, he had been quick to act. The League of Villians were powerful enough individually with their quirks, but if human weaponry was involved in their upcoming plans, he feared what would happen to innocent citizens if this rumored deal was successful. However, the man seemed to have caught wind of the pro hero on his tails and had set a trap instead. Slinking back in the shadows and waiting until the hero was distracted by toga and two face arguing - taking advantage of his window of opportunity.

"Don't you pro heroes learn? Little heros shouldn't stick their noses where they don't belong."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he once again attempted eye contact with the older gentleman, needing to get the upper hand in this situation. Instead of the intended effect, his vision blurs further and his limbs begin to feel weighed down as if being dragged under water. Who was this man, and why was his quirk not working on him?

"Not to worry though, a pet can always learn new tricks with the right teachings. Let's see how handsome you'll look on your knees."

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The wealthy gentleman reclines in his loveseat across from the slumped over hero, tapping his finger on his glass of whiskey patiently. After watching the pro hero collapse to the ground, it had been easy to load Aizawa into his car and bring him back to his home office. He had been reluctant to do so but had eventually settled on restraining the pro hero's wrists with rope and covering his eyes with the ruby tie he had slipped off of his own neck. Until he was confident that the hero had been lulled into full submission of the mind, this would have to suffice for now.

A sharp inhale of air guides his attention away from his glass just quick enough for him to watch as Aizawa slowly sits up, trying to get his bearings. He knew the man's back likely ached from the way he had been bent sideways for so long and his wrists were pinned together but what was most important was Aizawa's current mind state- disoriented and groggy enough to leave him relaxed, making him malleable to bend to his will.

He leans forward and slips one curled finger under the ruby toned tie to remove it, gently shushing the younger man when Aizawa flinches away at the touch. He leans back and patiently folds up his tie once more; seeming amused when Aizawa's eyes glow red from the activation of his quirk. He could see the pro hero was already trying to twist out of the rope restraints around his wrists but he makes no move to correct Aizawa just yet, allowing the younger man to learn on his own that these knots would not be undone so easily.

"Don't bother, your quirk is useless on me. Some of us weren't blessed with quirks like you. For people like me,we have to learn how to rely on other weapons to gain power in this world."

A scoff slips from Aizawa's lips, his wrists continuing to twist back and forth inside the restraints.

"is that what I am for you then? Another weapon to brand and then sell on the black market?"

The man's lips curl up into an amused smirk, his body leaning forward to rest a hand on the pro hero's knee.

"Amusing idea, but not quite. I have a more..personal use for you, pet."

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"Relax your mind, pet. You are safe with me. Let your mind empty, and focus only on my words."

The younger man's eyelids flutter closed as he listened to the other man, willing his mind to empty. He had already accepted the fact he wouldn't be able to get out of these restraints anytime soon, and he was beginning to lose hope. While this older man was quirkless he was not powerless completely- the soothing drawl of his voice slipping into his ears and wiggling into his brain, infecting his every thought. The man knew how to spin every word to his charm and every touch to his benefit and to Aizawa's own humiliation, it was working on him.

"Very good, pet. You have nothing to fear. You are in very capable hands. Forget about being Eraser head, forget about being a teacher. Your life will be so much simpler, once you have an Open Mind."

The other man adjusts Aizawa on his lap, continuing to stroke his thigh soothingly. It had taken a bit of cooing on his part before Aizawa was willing to actually allow this but his continued patience had succeeded- and the younger man's calm behavior was being rewarded with gentle pets. He presses a soft kiss to Aizawa's temple before sliding his free hand up, rubbing his side.

"I can take care of you pet, you just need to trust me. Let me take care of all your needs, little hero. Keep an Open Mind, pet. Lift your hips."

Aizawa pushes his hips up, watching as the older man easily tugged down his pants and let them drop to the ground. His boxers were quick to come next, and yet the expected shame he assumed would come never follows.

"Open Mind.. i wish for you to spit on my hand, pet"

The connection between the phrase "open mind" and the following command was already beginning to link in Aizawa's brain, the results of the other man's hypnosis. He dips his head down and spits a glob of saliva into the other man's palm, groaning when he rewards his behavior with a few pumps of his now slick fist around his length. Each of the other man's movements were steady and calculated, always maintaining control at every moment. Aizawa was his to play with, and he would not let the younger man learn that his authority could be questioned.

The rough skin of the other man's hand on his embarrassingly hard length felt satisfying- the drag of rough skin and the slippery texture of his saliva acting as lube making his eyes roll back. He grunts as he rocks his hips up, fucking his length into the older man's fist over and over again. He grits his teeth each time the other man squeezes his length or lightly smacks the tip of his length against his belly, smearing sticky pre cum onto his skin in thin strings.

"Feels good, doesn't it pet? This is what you needed- what you'll always need from now on."

Aizawa grits his teeth at the other man's words and in a momentary lapse in judgement to try and save the withering remains of his pride, he snaps out the first response that comes to mind.

"I don't need shit from you, old pervert."

The other man tuts lightly at Aizawa's words; pulling his hand away from his throbbing length with a deep sigh. The younger man chokes down a reluctant whine when the much needed friction is taken away, his hips bucking up into the air before going still once more.

"Hmm, perhaps you haven't fully learned your place just yet, pet. Pets who speak out of turn don't get what they want."

The other man leans over, pulling out a small box hidden under his desk. He pulls the lid off, revealing a plethora of toys ranging from whips to ball gags- assorted items that had Aizawa instantly regretting his earlier words.

The younger man is forced to watch as the other man pulls out a small silver contraption of interlinked metal coils- a cock cage. The other man secures the cage into place, watching the younger man jolt at the sensation of cool metal wrapped around his heated skin. Aizawa naively assumes that was the extent of the toys that would be used on him- only to cry out in surprise when a buzzing vibrator is pressed against the small opening at the tip of the cage, pressed directly against his slit.

The younger man's eyes bug open in alarm before his back curls up, letting out a drawn out groan as he's worked over the edge mercilessly. The buzzing sounds echo in the room for only a few brief moments before he keens loudly and pushes his hips up- thick globs of cum spraying out and splattering onto the office wood floor.

The older man chuckles in amusement at just how pathetic the scene had been, finding it equal parts endearing and arousing. He holds the vibrator in place for a few more moments, only satisfied when the other man's body starts to violently jerk, and his squirt joins his previous load on the wooden flooring.

He finally clicks the vibrator off and sets the toy down onto his coffee table in front of them, one patient hand rubbing Aizawa as he shivers through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Without giving the younger man any more recovery time he curls his hand around Aizawa's jaw, shaking his head slightly to get him to focus.

"Open Mind, pet. I Wish for you to kneel at my feet."

The older man watches as Aizawa's blissed out form slides off of his lap, grunting as he moves to stand. He slides down onto his knees, moving until he was straddling the other man's right leg. He lets out a shaky exhale as he tried to ease the tremors wracking through his body, his mind thoroughly guided into submission following the intense pleasure he had been subjected to. His previous attitude had slipped away in favor of letting his mind remain empty of any more thoughts- his brain feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton as he awaits the next command.

"I Wish...for you to grind against my hand, pet. Let's see how messy you can get for me."

The other man carefully twisted off the very tip of the cock cage, leaving the metal contraption locked around the rest of the younger man's length. He gives a few lazy rubs of his knuckles against Aizawa's slit before instead curling his pointer finger around his tip and using the pad of his thumb to rub his frenulum; seeming amused at the hero's responding low whine.

"Please..need it..."

The other man continued to keep his pointer finger and thumb curled into a small circle shape, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace. His cheek rested in his other palm as he stared down at Aizawa's face, finding his fucked out expression amusing. It was clear the younger man was completely out of his element with experiences he had never tried before and he found it endearing how easy it was to make the pro hero a puddle. The thought of keeping the pro hero all to himself was sounding more and more tempting- he wouldn't mind having such a pretty toy kept safe in his home rather than running around playing hero or training useless brats with quirks. He slips his fingers away from his tip and when Aizawa lets out a keening whine in protest he flicks the tip with his middle finger, watching a few droplets of the younger man's previous load splatter onto his slacks from the impact.

"don't forget your place, pet. Your pleasure is solely mine to decide when you can indulge. Everything you'll ever have will be because of me."

The pro hero's face scrunched up into ecstasy, his ears ringing as his eyes squeezed shut. This felt nothing like the occasional times he had curled his own hand around his length in an attempt to release built up tension- and he had no clue that orgasms could feel this euphoric. Everything felt simpler when he could trust only in the older man's words, taking it as gospel truth. He was so lost to the sensations he didnt even realize that another orgasm had been pulled from his body, his length twitches and bobs periodically as he cums into the other man's cupped palm. He hisses weakly when the weak twitches of his hips earns a thumb rubbing against his leaking slit from the other man, forced to have his third orgasm drawn out as his body curls forward and his cheek squishes against his knee.

"Doesn't this feel better? no thoughts, no responsibilities. Life can be so simple for you, pet. All you have to do is stay with me."

The older gentleman croons to him while carefully cleaning up the mess still cupped in his palm, finally pulling away and giving Aizawa the opportunity to catch his breath. It was a small mercy for the pro hero to gather up his strength once more, and his previous obedience is rewarded with light strokes of his fingertips through his hair.

Aizawa's body had been slumped forward too long for the older man's patience after 2 minutes, and he was desperate to watch the trembling hero come undone again and again until Aizawa would only know that heavenly pleasure he alone could provide. He slides his hand down to Aizawa's chest and captures the right bud between two fingers, pinching with a light pressure. His tone never changes but the look in his eyes makes it clear to Aizawa that obedience was expected, and nothing less. Aizawa's recovery period was over and the older gentlemen had no intention of allowing him further pampering.

"I didn't tell you to stop yet, pet. I Wish..for you to grind against my shoe, give me one more pretty orgasm."

Aizawa's hips rock forward once more in a mindless jittery pace, forced to ride through the waves of overstimulation wracking through his body. It felt strange to continue on like this even after coming thrice as his own previous sexual encounters never stretched this long, and the test of his stamina was brutal. The cool metal against his length felt agonizing when grinding down against a leather shoe like this, yet his mind and body were at war, and his body was forced to endure more in favor of appeasing the command from his new puppet master.

His chest heaved with weak pants for air and his head dipped down, jaw slack and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Everything felt overwhelmingly addictive- the lines between pain and pleasure blurring until he couldn't imagine having one without the other- and his hands grip onto the older man's grey slacks before cumming again with a shaky cry. Thin ribbons of his seed splatter onto the laces and pointed tips of the older man's leather shoes, leaving behind milky puddles as evidence of his weakness.

"very good, pet. You're learning just as quickly as I had hoped."

The reassurance from the older gentleman hardly rings in the pro hero's ears, the static buzz in his mind making it too hard to focus. His mouth was bone dry now and his weeping tip sagged against the laces of the older man's boots, desperate for even more of that jaw clenching pleasure. Aizawa attempts to force his aching limbs into action, his thighs trembling, only for the movement to be stopped by two fingers curling under his chin and tipping his head up.

"oh no, don't bother moving, pet. I'm never letting you go. I can't lose my favorite toy now, can i?"

[shivsdownstairsneighbour]

Chérie - End of the Line

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x Fem. Reader

Description: A puzzling email and a new shoot gets you closer to Stewy once more. Maybe it's time to see how far things can go only for a night.

Rating: Teen/Mature

Word Count: 4k. Part one of the fic, though each can also be stand alones.

AN: Dearest reader, this author has to complete her yearly research report so, of course, it was compulsory to succumb to fic brainrot before typing the report. The dress comes from the Schiaparelli 2020 couture runway. While it lacks a specific name, if you search for the runway lookbook, you'll spot it from the embroidery details (all magnificent and superb). I wanted the closest thing to a SATC naked dress moment while keeping the going to a gala vibes.

Your phone ringing and vibrating right beside you at your desk did wonders in waking you up after a long night editing and postproduction of campaign materials for NYC fashion week. The glam is for the runway, the sleepless night is for the creatives behind the whole operation.

"Good morning?" You responded, not entirely sure if it was morning or afternoon.

"Greetings Miss, we're calling from Mr. Hosseini's office to confirm your presence this afternoon for the media materials." The ever so polite voice of Mrs. Margaret’s, Stewy's assistant, was surely a new way of waking up.

"Uh, yes, I've already confirmed a week ago and sent the tech brief of what I need in the room." You answered, standing up to get the coffee machine running before jumping to the shower.

"Of course, and you'll find it all according to your specifications. We're only missing your measurements, for which you haven't responded to the request sent via email three days ago."

"I beg your pardon, my measurements?" You froze in front of the cabinets, afraid to drop the mug out of shock.

"Yes, madame. Please send them via email at your earliest convenience."

"What does that have to do with me popping in for some pics?” Your voice tone conveyed beyond disbelief and your hand held even stronger to the mug.

"It's a personal request, I have no additional information about the matter. Please do send them and hope you have a pleasant day."

You were left beyond baffled. You actually thought it was a joke to have someone ask for your measurements and, since it came from an email address you didn't recognize, you figured it must be a prank. Why on earth would your measurements matter for a two-hour shoot? The request for measurements was baffling, making you feel the urge to text him to figure who came up with such a ridiculous request. However, truth to be told, beyond a text here and there or the occasional coincidences at a public event, Stewy and you wouldn't talk much, if ever. There was very little beyond a quick flirt and a drink. Plus, this was work, and when your professional name was called for, you liked to keep things strictly business.

Before you could do anything to contact him about that matter, the brand representative from last night's runway called to ask for the contact sheets and the final 6 pic run to use for press statements. You mindlessly typed your measurements though made a mental note to demand some answers from Stewy. The three coffees you had downed by them were starting to make their magic on you and, by the time you were done with your things, you looked a little haggard from the late nights, but with a bit of effort, you looked pulled together and ready to tackle the shoot.

Since they promised to stick to your tech brief as requested, you travelled light with only your camera bag and two lenses for what you envisioned a relatively easy shoot. Considering the hotel already had great lighting in the room, it was only a matter of setting the camera adequately to get the best out of the space. In hindsight, that could also use your own pent-up questions to raise some reactions from him that would make for a good picture. Mrs. Margaret was waiting for you at the hotel entrance and guided you immediately to the room. She didn't mention anything beyond the schedule and handed you the comms pack that would come out of them. The idea was to make it a sort of approachable, yet exclusive profile meant to be part of a joint social media-press strategy derived from the increased interest in his profile, both personal and business.

"Well someone looks as if they didn't have their beauty sleep. Or any sleep at all." He says as soon as he spots you walking into the room. He was wearing a bathrobe and sitting on the recliner by the bed.

"It's the post fashion week eye bags. Tres chic." You glared at him, not impressed by the lack of a greeting. What happened to normal courtesy like a good afternoon?

"Your working station must be somewhere over there. Make yourself at home." He pointed towards the mahogany desk that had the equipment placed and the already mounted studio flash beside it.

"Sure, because home is definitely overlooking the park." You responded, clearly caught by the wonderful views the room offered.

"Snarky. That's new." He turned towards the walk-in wardrobe, and you let a long sight before getting to the setup. It wouldn’t be long but the lack of sleep might start creeping in if you let it.

You set up the camera and start plugging in everything to the set up before starting the shoot. You have a shooting remote active for moments where you with the camera would be too intrusive or if you wanted to have a more upfront conversation without the camera meddling between him and you. They've just started with skincare and the press girl is pulling some questions while you shoot, and the social media guy is getting some backstage content. Curiosity is getting the best of you but you don't know when to ask about the whole measurements thing, especially when surrounded by so many people, some being fellow colleagues from adjacent fields, like Sylvie, the stylist.

By the time they're done with skincare and hair, the press people take a break before he's fully dressed, and you're left with the hairdresser, the make-up artist and the stylist. You might be buzzed by the rush of getting someone not only camera ready, as red carpet ready was a must, to feel the wear and tear from the week. However, you're also sleep deprived and terribly irrational, so you just blurt it out when the hairdresser asks you to take a seat at her station while he comes out of the wardrobe having had the final fitting of his trousers hems.

"Why does your team need my measurements?" Not only did everyone turn to him, but you could feel it, more than ever, his eyes burning through you.

"Everyone, out. Take five, get a coffee, smoke, whatever you need." Everyone left the room, no questions asked, leaving you two standing in the middle of it. "You're impossible to surprise, aren't you?"

"No, I like surprises, but asking through your assistant something of the sort isn't pleasant."

"Well, here's the surprise." He took your hand and guided you to the rack, where four black dust bags were hanging, each with a color-coded ribbon.

"The red one's my choice, I've seen you around and think it'll suit you. The blue is PR, would be lovely to see you on that one for the sake of this operation. The green's the stylist choice, and the pink is a wild card from her too. We could've gotten you more choices if you would've been punctual with your measurements." He said, with such naturality, you felt as the last person in the room to be on the deal.

"I think you've skipped over at least 10 steps previous to this conversation."

"You're my date and I can't have you walking around the red carpet or the gala looking like that." He said while pointing out to your smart trousers and shirt outfit. It was meant to be functional, not glam worthy.

"You know it would've been way easier to just ask upfront?"

"But where's the surprise in it?" He responded, with an almost mocking smirk on his face you wished to at least challenge a little.

"Your date? To the couturier's gala?" Both disbelief and a raised brow conveying the ridiculousness of his move.

"I know you're not booked or on assignment tonight."

"Great choice of words. This is making me feel like an expensive stand-in." His naturality on the subject was making you go from anger to uneasiness. A heads-up would’ve been a way better option.

"Booked or not, choose one, let them pamper you and have a night off."

"I still have to deliver these for your team."

"They're not due tomorrow, are they?" That bit was true, having until next Sunday magazines and society sections to publish them. Feeling accomplished, he turned to face you without dropping the hand he held.

You didn't realize, or rather chose to willingly ignore, the fact that he knew you held the remote in your hand. You were probably still within the camera's field of view, and in a swift move he took it from you and snapped a pic from the moment. The studio flash snapped you out of the moment and, just as quickly as everyone had been dismissed, the crew returned to the room. Stewy could've easily saved at least half an hour from prep time if he would've been clear from the start with his intentions. Nevertheless, you trusted everyone knew how to pull off a look while in a time constraint. You also had to admit it felt good to be receiving the VIP level of pampering that you've documented dozens of times but never had the pleasure of enjoying.

While all dresses were beyond beautiful, it was the pink wildcard that worked best, having it be a must wear if ever given the chance. The stylist helped you get into it, and you looked dazzling. It was day and night from how you left home, and you were really feeling it while wearing it. You didn't notice Stewy had been already fully prepared and looking from the sitting area how you were getting styled and fitted. He looked so smug having a glass of whiskey, as if taking you out fully glammed up was his accomplishment. In truth, you were never certain if you would've responded positively to an actual invitation for an event of the sort. Maybe the smug victory said more about you than him. But you wouldn't be opposed to a second outing if the night fared well.

Once you were ready, you asked for a couple of portraits of him sitting on the sofa and looking relaxed. He was pulling off each shot with enough success to not have to be any more demanding than necessary for good material. Maybe he'd gotten better at it due to increased attention. Or, rather more credibly, he was giving you content after asking you out in the weirdest way possible. Once the shots were done, it was time to leave and you started to feel the weight of the evening on your shoulders. It would be impossible to deny that the atmosphere was awkward in the elevator. Maybe you should've been the one to have a sip or two of that whiskey. What would you even talk about?

"If you ever wish to surprise me again, you do know you have my number." You said, almost as a whisper, wishing to fill up the silence between you two.

"Once again, where's the surprise in it? And I've seen how controlling you are. You would've said no to at least two racks of those dresses. And me." You could be wrong, but was he admitting to being scared of your rejection? That would be impossible.

"Now how would you know about that?"

"You moved the flower vase at least seven times since you started setting the camera." The nonchalance of the phrase revealed a little more than what he strictly said. He was apparently catching your every move in the room.

"That's not being controlling."

"Perfectionist then."

"I'm a professional, Mr. Hosseini." He looked at you with the same eyes as he did during the last picture from the first session. You knew he didn’t like that kind of solemnity in casual settings.

"I'm also a professional. And this will be good business for both of us." The elevator’s opening door not only wrapped the conversation, but also made it official that, whatever you had agreed to, was now set in stone.

You started to wonder if being snarky was a result of being sleep deprived, being nervous, or just in the presence of him after pulling the stunt. You have had good conversations in the very few opportunities you'd meet. Never deep, though always entertaining and fun. The car ride didn't ease the pressure, as being now in front of the camera became a reality. You understood perfectly what was going on from a technical perspective, and being in front of other colleagues was a massive change. You were increasingly too aware of your angles, of how to make the dress stand out, and how you'd be expected to stand by Stewy's side. He, on the other hand, was chill and chatting along with someone on the phone, and one of his hands found its way to the leg embroidery, carefully touching each bead. You would be lying if you'd deny it made you feel a mix of comfort and arousal.

The car stopped and you had to get out. You knew that the rule would be for him to help you out, and, as if coordinated from dozens of times of making it together, once your door opened, his hand was offered. The flashing lights dazed you up for a couple of seconds, making you trust his hand in guiding you towards the carpet and the entryway. It was his confident pressure on it that made you go from apprehension to trust and, as time passed, to enjoying the walk.

The first couple of pictures were admittedly awkward, with the two of you only holding hands and standing a little too rigid for anyone's taste and with enough space for the entire Holy Family to fit between both of you. You wanted to show the dress without straying too far from him, being that you had not much of a public profile to use as leverage to stand alone. By the middle of it, you decided to just lean into all the shenanigans of the moment, accepting his hand on the small of your back, crossing yours behind him too and fully leaning towards him on some shots. You'll figure out tomorrow how good they came out looking but, for now, it was about just letting go.

The gala was beautiful, beyond anything you'd experienced. Without the pressure of documenting it on assignment, you could appreciate all that came with it. The food was great, the acts just as beautiful, and you got to interact with people who you see seldom in person, as they're part of the designers’ in-house staff. Stewy never strayed too far from you and turned out to be an engaging presence no matter the group in front of him.

It became a little clearer than before why the unexpected request with cryptic message and request could've worked best with you. You would've easily said no to a situation that put you right on the center of attention. And, when the first meeting took place, it was you who suggested Rhomboid while being in your court and under your direction. So, it must've been adequate to put you in his court for the next move. However, there were many other ways to ask you out without sounding like a creep or an ass.

"I told you you'd like it. And I'm never going to complain of how much eye fucking I've gotten from you in that little number." He said to you as you two walked together to the bar for a refill.

"Even if it was a wild card?" You looked at him bewildered, clearly caught off guard by the last remark.

"Mostly because it was the wild card. It's like getting a preview of you." His free hand made its way to the embroidered ribs, holding you tight by his side.

"You're so flirty and reveling the moment, aren't you?" You blurted you mindlessly, probably as an effect of the couple of drinks you've enjoyed so far.

"And so are you." His hand departed your ribs and made its way to the small of your back before landing on your butt. Before you could rationalize it, he pulled his move. "There's a suite with my name and your camera waiting, and I'd hate to leave all that hanging any longer."

"We're not playing with my camera. That's work equipment."

"That remote button is very tempting, and you should see what I did there." He concluded with a smirk and a soft squeeze coming from the hand on your butt.

"You took some pics of me?" His smirk quickly changed to a laugh, probably due to your own reaction to whatever he had proposed.

"Only fair if you got mine in there."

He looked towards the hall's entrance and you two started to make your way out by finishing your drinks and bidding goodbyes to any acquaintances you encountered on your path. Since there would be no cameras outside as the gala was approaching the end, it felt natural to hold his hand, share some laughter, and head towards the car without feeling observed by any prying eyes. While the proposal was intriguing as is, it was more intriguing why he didn't pull any move during the car ride beyond touching and playing with the embroidered ribs and femurs.

It was in the room that everything started to become clear. Standing near the station, he asked you to turn on the setting you had been working with. You only needed the camera and the computer, so nothing else was turned on from the afternoon shoot. After some scrolling, the screen showed the shots of you getting the dress on and looking at the mirror. You were awed by the naturality with which you seemed to have navigated an unusual circumstance as that.

"I believe the photographer did a great job setting it up. Do you know her by any chance?" Standing side by side, his hand returned to its now usual spot on the back, and it was certainly more appealing to see him without the suit jacket.

"These are quite good."

"You didn't take it personally that I didn't choose yours?"

"I didn't even know this one was a possibility. You looked almost naked, walking around the gala as if you run the place." While your eyes were still focused on the screen, his eyes were looking intently at you, a sight that had been your companion for most of the evening.

"And you got unprecedented eye fucking opportunities." You turned to face him, locking sight and reaching your hand towards the one he wasn’t using to support himself on the table.

"A rightful compliment to my invitation." He stood straight and took the remote from beside the mouse.

"You know that that’s not a toy."

"Before we begin, let me tell you how much I want to ruin this lip color." He said, giving you a kiss while holding you tight to him with one hand and the remote with the other. It wasn’t a deep kiss but you sensed it'll go beyond that if given enough time.

"Would you stand here miss?" He said pretending to not have heard you and guiding you back to where you were getting ready before.

"Now, I want to see the whole of you. Gloves, please?" He whispered on your ear before moving to kiss your neck.

"Not a chance if I don't get to do some perusing before." You manage to say before he stood half a step back to look at you as if you’d defied him.

Without removing the gloves, you took your time untying the bowtie, and opening the first three buttons of the shirt. He held you steadfastly to him and, as he asked you to do more, you never changed the pace with which you were going, carefully unbuttoning each one knowing the tease you were being by going so slowly.

After his shirt was undone, he let go of you and turned you around to plant some kisses along your neck and shoulders before his hand reached your side and undid the zipper. It was slow, calculated, and definitely doing more than a thing or two to your brain. As the dress fell to the floor due to the weight of the embroidery, his free hand explored your back, and you turned around, stepping out of the dress to undo the belt buckle and the trousers. He was still dressed, and it was unfair of him for you to be standing on your underwear while he had trousers and an undershirt on.

The continued teasing touches left you two standing fully naked, craving each other desperately, and leaving the gloves as the final barrier between teasing and fucking. He slowly helped you take one glove off, never letting go from the remote, before helping you to the other. Once both of you were standing fully naked, his hand found his way once more to the small of your back and with strength and self-assuredness, started kissing you with more passion than ever. You were certainly no fool either, letting him go for it and voicing it to his ear how good he was doing as he kissed your breasts and tended to you.

From that point on, the night became a blur. He immediately left the remote after the first kiss and guided you to the bed where things got going. You could feel his fingers and lips exploring you just as you were getting acquainted with his body. You liked the feeling of his hairy chest on you and, as you asked for more, he certainly wasn't going to leave you hanging. Excited beyond measure, you kept it going until you couldn't do any longer without feeling him inside. You took him in and reveled in the sensation of feeling full, using your legs to hold him tightly in you. Neither of you was fully sure of how many orgasms came from the nightly adventure, but as you two lied side by side, you took the pleasure of feeling exhausted for more than one reason aside from sleep deprivation. After a quick shower, the week of poor sleep caught with you, and you dozed off almost immediately after getting into the covers. You could feel Stewy's hand running along your side, similar to how he touched the rib embroidery on the dress. You're not sure if he placed one last peck on your back or not because you were already gone.

The next morning, you woke up early to see, in private, whatever Stewy managed to capture from the night. One picture immediately caught your eye where he was pressing your back against him and laying a kiss on your neck. Both seem to have forgotten the camera was there, looking absolutely locked into the moment. Another picture, him looking mesmerized as you undo his belt, getting extra light touches from the way the glove embroidery reflected light as you moved. Certainly, these pictures and the others you were selecting would enter your private collection. A thing to be only enjoyed by you.

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder, and you turned to see him awake and only wearing his boxers. He crouched to your eye level and pointed to the screen saying, "I'll want these prints first thing" before a quick peck on the cheek.

"Should I trust you to keep them private?"

"No one should ever see you like that, except me." His smugness oozed off from him and the look he gave you emphasized the nature of his request and his word. As he said to some other person at the gala, his word was his bond, and he might see to it with the seriousness with which he pulled business deals.

In the meantime, he got a notepad from the desk drawer and wrote his address.

"I want them delivered here with a special request for you to be the courier."

"Should I wear the gloves too?" You mentioned keeping a playful tone to what seemed to be a confirmation of an upcoming date.

"As much as they're yours now, I want to see them again doing precisely that." He responded by pointing at the picture where you removed his belt.

A knock on the door pulled you two out of it and breakfast was served. Who knew if and when you'd do this gala date all over again. But for now, you had a package to deliver and some joint morning aftercare to ease you back to your routine. 

[iluminaru]

In honor of Valentine's day, I present you headcanons of my all time favorite Total drama couple: Alejandro and Heather.

Alejandro loved Valentine's day since he was a pre-teen, the atmosphere filled with love and hope always was delightful and appealing him. Heather, on the other hand, isn't a fan of this celebration. She loved watching teenage drama series, movies, shows. All of them had romantic relationships/interests between the main characters, so she dreamed of having one as well. But to be fair, she felt nothing towards Valentine's day, like it was an ordinary day. Although, when she and Alejandro have officially started dating, she's warmed up a little to the Day of love.

Usually, Alejandro is the one who sets up dates, but sometimes Heather takes control over it. Most of the time she doesn't know what she's doing, but they both ending up enjoying their date.

Heather doesn't know how to show affection, it's a complete opposite for Alejandro, who's very affectionate. Because of this, she feels like she's not reciprocating enough to his love and care.

Alejandro's hobby is dollmaking. Once he made a pair of dolls which resembled him and Heather holding hands. These dolls now sitting on a shelf of a glass door closet next to their bed.

Heather often uses Alejandro as a pillow or laying on top of him. She's just likes to cuddle him or be cuddled by him.

After the volcano accident, Alejandro needs glasses. Not in a way that he can't see without them, but his vision was damaged. Problem is, he doesn't like wearing glasses. He tried to use contact lenses, but turns out, he's allergic to them. Heather is pushing him to start wearing glasses more often, every time they're at a shopping center, she takes him to optician's in order to choose a new frames.

They do movie nights quite often. Ever since Heather made Alejandro watch a couple of movies with her, he's started to like television. Usually they would watch a horror movie, sometimes anime or Scooby-Doo.

Heather's favorite dessert is a blueberry muffin dipped in chocolate. Every time when Alejandro wants to surprise her by making something delicious, he's always making these muffins.

Alejandro is easy swooned by even smallest bits of affection by Heather. She gifted him a rose? His happiness is unmeasurable. She commitmented him? Head over heels. She called him "love" or copied his "mi amore"? He will remember this for weeks.

Alejandro's favorite flowers are sunflowers, but he'll be more appreciative if gets roses (his second favorite flowers). It would be weird to have a giant flower in a bucket, because he couldn't find a vase that fits. He did sometimes imagined that, but he wasn't ready for Heather to actually get him a middle-sized sunflower. Thankfully, it was only once and he won't be dealing with a 5 feet (152.4 cm) tall flower ever again.

They're often attacking eachother, but in a harmless, playful manner. Like pushing each other into a snowdrifts or into a pile of leaves. The least thing they want to do is to cause any harm, but if they do accidentally hurt each other, they'll apologize immediately.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Illumi x Reader x ??????

Part 14

part 13

part 15

“We want to see her.”

Kurapika and Leorio stood outside the infirmary, hands on their weapons. Illumi leaned against the doorway, a cellphone to his ear.

“No. You have no reason to be here, so scurry off before I lose patience.”

The two had been trying to visit (Name) every hour since the exam ended, with little luck. Every time they approached the infirmary, Illumi was there standing guard. It didn’t take a nen expert to tell his aura was one of a predator, ready to strike if provoked.

“We’re her friends. Just let us see that she’s o-“

A rustling sound from inside the infirmary causes all of the three men to turn their heads.

“Kurapika, Leorio? Is that you?”

(Name) was trying to get out of bed, her legs wobbly and her stance unsteady. Illumi rushed in, pushing her down gently and shushing her whines.

“Easy, you’re injured.”

She tried her best to push his hands away, crying out in pain. “Don’t touch me! Just leave me alone!”

Kurapika walked in the unguarded doorway, holding his hands up in surrender.

“It’s okay, (Name), we’re right here. Just relax, okay?”

His words seemed to reach her, and she slowly leaned back onto the bed. Illumi noticed this, pushing away his possessiveness and finally allowing the two to enter the room. (Name) had drifted back to sleep, looking much more peaceful knowing that her friends were by her side.

“… I have some business to attend to. I will allow you to stay by her side until then.”

Illumi left without another word, pulling his cellphone out again.

Leorio let out a relieved sigh as the fearsome man left, finally able to see (Name).

She was in worse shape than they had thought she’d be in, bruises blooming along her stomach and chest. Leorio pulled up her shirt to check her over, his usual perverted mind only thinking about making sure his friend was okay.

“He hurt her pretty bad, she’s got broken ribs and internal bruising.”

He glanced over at an X-ray that had been taken of her body, seeing 2 broken ribs. Kurapika gripped her sheets, his eyes a brilliant shade of red behind his contact lenses.

“That bastard thinks he can beat her to near death then take her away from her friends? It’s unacceptable. How can we trust that that monster won’t hurt her even more?”

He pushed her hair back to feel her forehead. “She has a fever.” Kurapika remarked, pulling his warmed hand back.

“Shit.” Leorio sprinted off, returning with a cool rag. He placed it on her hand and caressed her cheek, frowning at the tears stains.

“You heard him talking on the phone earlier, yeah?” Leorio asked. Kurapika nodded, pulling a chair to the side of (Name)’s bed and sitting next to her.

“He’s planning on taking her to his home. Said she… owes him a favor?” Kurapika rubbed his temple. “I don’t care what she owes him, he can’t just kidnap her.”

“I agree, but there’s not much we can do to stop him…”

The two watch as (Name) stirs, her hand shooting out to grab Kurapika’s.

“Please don’t leave me alone… hate being…” she relaxed slightly, squeezing his hand as she slowly drifted off to sleep again. “Alone…”

“The fever must be disorientating her.” Leorio remarked, watching her labored breaths. Kurapika sighed, keeping his hand in her’s.

“Don’t worry, (Name). We won’t leave.”

———————

When (Name) finally awoke, she was surrounded by people. It took her at least 30 seconds to recognize who was standing around her.

Three of her friends, Kurapika, Leorio, and Gon were sat in chairs around her bed, while Illumi sat in the corner of the infirmary, watching her silently. She could also see several of the examiners milling about, some excitedly rushing over when they saw she had woken up.

“(Name)!”

Gon jumped into her arms, hugging her so tightly she could hardly breathe. Leorio had to tug the boy away, reminding him of your broken ribs.

“You’re awake.”

Kurapika looked down at her with tired eyes, his hand in her’s. He squeezed gently, smiling. (Name) rubbed her eyes, groaning at the pain in her chest.

“How long have I been out?”

“About two days.”

“WHAT!?”

(Name) sprung forward, leaping out of bed only to fall into Illumi’s chest. He’s sprinted across the room just in time to catch her, his strong arms keeping her in place. She glanced at her surroundings, becoming more panicked by the second.

“Where’s Killua?”

A silence fell over the room. (Name) looked between her three friends then back to Illumi. He stared down at her with a neutral expression, his hand on her hip.

“Illumi. Where is he?”

The tall man sighed, sitting her down and kneeling in front of her.

“He went back to our estate on Kukuoo Mountain.”

Gon stood, anger apparent across his face. “Tell her the entire story.”

Illumi glanced at him for just a moment, weighing his options. “He killed one of the applicants.”

(Name) blinked, starting up at him.

“Why?”

Illumi couldn’t answer her. He instead lifted her into his arms, holding onto her with a gentle yet firm touch.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re coming with me.”

His words were absolute in his mind, but (Name) struggled in his grasp.

“No!”

He tilted his head, squeezing her leg just enough to get her to stay still.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

She bit her lip and looked away from him, seeing the angered faces of her friends. “I’m not going anywhere with you! Not after you said all those horrible things to Killua.”

Oh, this was fascinating. For a moment he though she may not want to go with him because of the injuries he’d given her, but she hadn’t thought of herself. She’d thought of his brother.

“(Name), you have no idea what you’re taking about. Killua is the son of assassins, as am I. We don’t fraternize with the common folk, it only gets us and them hurt.”

He thought over his own words as he watched her eyes slowly drift to meet his.

“Then what do you want from me?”

Illumi raised an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten already? Silly girl, you still owe me a favor.”

She gave him a confused look. She remembered him helping her train when she still knew him as Gittarackur, but…

“You said if I told you who the people in the photo were, you’d train me.”

He put a finger to her lips, tutting softly. “You couldn’t complete the task, my dear. I asked for the identity of the two in the photo, and you could only name yourself.”

She groaned, a hand slapping against her forehead. “Seriously?” she let out an annoyed sigh, a pout pulling at her lips.

“What kind of favor do you have in mind?”

Kurapika stood, stepping towards the two. “(Name), you can’t seriously think you owe this man anything. Whatever he did for you isn’t worth being in debt to an assassin.”

Illumi regarded him with cold stare, his dark eyes boring holes into the blond haired boy. “It’s really none of your business, boy. (Name) owes me a favor and she is honorable enough to pay it back. Right?”

He glanced back down at (Name), who’s eyes were locked on his injured arm. He’d forgotten that Gon had broken it the previous day.

“… you’re hurt.”

Her worried voice made him wince. The pure kindness in her (e/c) eyes was enough to make the most stoic man swoon, and Illumi could barely hold himself back from pulling her into a kiss.

“You can thank him for that.”

He pointed to Gon, who was glaring at the black haired man. “And I’ll do it again if you don’t let her go.”

The two had a stare off before (Name) groaned. “Let me down, Illumi. I’ll do whatever you need to return the favor.”

(Name) ignored the numerous complaints from her friends, focusing on standing once Illumi had set her down.

“The favor I need is simple.”

Illumi kept a hand on her waist, a sign of his possessive nature. This didn’t go unnoticed by her two older friends.

“Just tell me already.” (Name) responded with a sigh, rubbing her temple. She was still tired, and could feel a headache coming on.

“All I ask is that you come with me to my home and let me train you. Once your training is complete, you may leave.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?”

Illumi laughed, shaking his head. “No, though I will train you and ask for nothing in return, your favor is still to be determined. After all, you currently have so little skill that a favor from you would mean nothing to me.”

(Name) folded her arms over her chest. “Uh-huh. And what will my training consist of?”

Illumi glanced at the examiners in the room, who’s eyes told him he needed to keep quiet. “I’ll have to tell you that later.”

She nodded. “I’ll go with you.”

A smile pulls at Illumi’s lips, his aura relaxing ever so slightly.

“But…”

He frowned. “But?”

“I have a few conditions.”

Illumi sighed, sitting down in a chair beside her bed. She sat as well, Kurapika, Leorio, and Gon joining her on her bed.

“Alright. What are your conditions.”

(Name) cleared her throat. “First, you cannot force me to do anything that makes me uncomfortable, and that includes killing someone.”

Leorio nodded. ‘That condition would also cover him trying to do anything strange against her will.’ He thought, watching (Name) intently.

She watched to see if Illumi’s expression would change or if he would protest, but he didn’t.

“Anything else?”

(Name) nodded. “I won’t let you keep me away from my friends and family. I want to be able to visit or talk to them whenever I please.”

“Fine. Any other conditions?”

“Yes, one more.”

(Name) glanced at her friends, biting her cheek. “I’m meeting up with a close friend September 1st. My training will have to be done by then.”

Illumi shrugged. “Your training won’t take nearly that long. Okay, I agree to your conditions. With that being said…”

He stood, pulling out his cellphone once more. “I have to make a few more arrangements before we leave. Go ahead and tell your friends goodbye, and go to orientation.”

He left without another word. Once he was out of their line of sight, the three boys surrounded her. Kurapika leaned down to whisper into her ear, his hair tickling her cheek.

“(Name), did you say September 1st?”

His tone was unreadable, but by the look on his face she could tell this was important to him.

“Yes.”

“Did Hisoka tell you that, by chance?”

(Name)’s eyes widened, looking up at him in shock. “He… he did. He said my friend would be in York New September 1st.”

Kurapika mulled over this for a moment. “Well… I’ll be there September 1st as well. Let’s… meet up.”

“Of course!”

(Name) exchanged her number with the three, smiling and laughing. “I’ve never had so many boys ask for my number at once, I’m flattered!” She joked.

The boys all leave soon after, saying they had a plane to catch. “Hopefully we’ll see you at the Zoldyck Estate. Be safe, (Name).”

With that, she is left alone with the examiners.

“Hello, Miss (Name).”

Chairman Netero approached her bed, holding a black folder. “Here is your Hunter License.”

She took the folder and opened it tenderly, her jaw dropping open. It was a rather simple thing, looking almost like a credit card. Her name was printed on the front neatly, showing that it was indeed hers.

“Because of your current state, we will do a short orientation here. Make sure to listen carefully.

——————

(Name) sighed in relief as the orientation ended, stretching her tired limbs. She looked down at her phone, unlocking the screen to see three new messages from unknown numbers.

‘Hello, this is Kurapika. We are leaving the city soon, currently in the airport. Please be safe and don’t be afraid to call if you are in need.’

‘Yo, it’s Leorio! Can you put a heart next to my contact? Thanks!!’

‘When orientation is over, call me.’

(Name) giggled at her friends messages, adding them to her contacts. Kurapika’s contact was now Pretty Boy🫶, and Leorio’s was Silly <3.

“Hmm, wonder who this message is from.”

She followed the instruction from the third message, the line only ringing twice before a familiar voice answered.

“Ah, just in time. I just finished arranging our ride. I’ll be there to pick you up in just a moment.”

Illumi’s voice rang out of her phone, causing (Name) to frown.

“How did you get my number?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, (Name).”

Click.

“Did he… did he hang up on me?”

(Name) huffed, throwing her phone into her bag. Another notification sounded through the fabric, but she ignored it.

Illumi was in the room quicker than she thought he would be, holding a small shopping bag.

“Here, I bought you a new outfit to wear to my estate. Get changed and we can go.”

He left, standing just outside the door. She could hear him audibly tapping his foot, so (Name) didn’t waste any time getting dressed.

The outfit was a simple knee length white dress, with tights and a purple cardigan to keep her warm. She looked herself over in the mirror with a smile.

(Name) didn’t want to think about how he knew her exact size, instead walking out of the infirmary slowly as to not aggravate her injuries.

Illumi’s eyes softened ever so slightly when they fell on her figure. His hands reaches out to fix her cardigan, smoothing out the fabric.

“You look nice.”

She blushed lightly, shying away from his touch. “Thank you, Illumi.”

The walk through the Hunter Exam Hotel was peaceful, besides the examiners watching Illumi with a mix of interest and caution. (Name) caught Menchi staring at her with pursed lips, as if she wanted to tell her something.

When they finally reached the parking lot, (Name) was shocked to see a limousine waiting for them. Illumi offered his arm her, which she took gratefully.

“Master Illumi, and Miss (Name), I will be your driver today.”

A plain looking older man opened the door, and closed it once (Name) had stepped in. Illumi slid in from the other side, his eye on (Name) the entire time.

“Once we reach the city we’ll stop to eat dinner. I heard you haven’t had anything today.”

(Name) nodded, clutching her painfully empty stomach.

“There are a few refreshments to tide you over until then.”

He handed her a fun sized bag of (fav chips) and a (fav soda). She accepted them gingerly, thanking him.

He watched her sip on the soda and munch of the chips intently, so intently that it freaked her out. “You didn’t do anything to this did you?”

Illumi tilted his head. “(Name), if I wanted to drug you I would just shove whatever I wanted into your mouth or injected you. Don’t worry and enjoy the ride.”

She shivered at the nonchalant way he’d just described drugging her and finished her snack. He took her trash and tossed it into a bin, watching as she settled into the soft leather seats.

“Tired?”

(Name) nodded, a hand slipping down to her chest, then stomach. “I’m aching all over, and being in a moving car-I mean limousine doesn’t help.”

He hummed, absentmindedly reaching out to caress her bruised stomach. She tensed immediately, giving him a confused stare.

“I’ll have the butlers prepare some pain killers and a bubbled bath for you when we arrive home. Until then, try to relax. Tensing up will only aggravate your wounds.”

‘I’m tensing up because your caressing my stomach like I’m pregnant…’ she thought, hoping her stare would deter him. It didn’t, he continued to gently rub her until the limousine came to a stop.

“Master Illumi, we have arrived.”

————

The restaurant was huge, bigger than any restaurant (Name) had seen before. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, lighting up the otherwise dark interior.

(Name) reached out and held onto Illumi’s sleeve, huddling closer to him. He talked to a waiter, who quickly seated them.

“Master Illumi, what a pleasure to have you here! We’ll bring out some drinks soon. Is champagne alright?”

Illumi glances (Name) who shakes her head. “I’ll take some sweet tea, thank you.”

“Champagne is fine with me.”

The waiter scurries off to fulfill the orders. (Name) scans the menu, her jaw dropping by the second. There wasn’t a single item she’d be able to afford!

“Don’t worry about being able to pay, I’ve got it. This restaurant is run by our family.”

(Name) placed menu down to see illumi staring at her again, his cheek in his hand. “Have you decided what you want?”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll just have the (steak/salad/grilled chicken/salmon) and some pasta.”

He nodded, raising a hand for just a moment before a waiter appeared. “Are you ready to order, Master Illumi?”

“Yes, the lady will have ____, and I will have one of everything.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at this, watching as the waiter wrote down their order and left. “One of everything?”

“I do a lot of moving, need extra food for energy.”

(Name) eyes scanned down his body, stopping at his arms. They were thin, but obviously extremely muscular. He was able to carry her effortlessly as well. Oh wait, his arm…

“Illumi, is your arm feeling okay?”

The man peered down at the worried girl, who bit her lip anxiously. He raised his arm, the area where Gon had squeezed a blotchy red.

“Ah, I mean it hurts but it will be fine. I’ll have a physician look at it once we’re home.”

(Name) took his injured arm gently, her fingers tracing over the reddened skin. “I’m sorry you’re in pain, Illumi. I wish I could help.”

Illumi couldn’t help but use his other hand to caress her cheek, his eyes softening. He couldn’t find the right words to say to her. She didn’t flinch at his touch this time, but didn’t lean into it either. Instead her eyes were on his hurt arm.

A shift in her aura caused Illumi to pause. It was being controlled again, concentrated around his arm.

Although not much a change was shown, the redness of his skin began to fade enough for Illumi to notice. He could see sweat beading down her face, eyes concentrated on his arm.

“(Name).”

Her concentration was broken, and her aura relaxed. She looked up at him with a questioning look. “Yes?”

Although not much had changed, his pain was gone. (Name) didn’t seem to know what she was doing, her need for him to be in less pain having been so strong she’d been able to focus her nen into one point to heal him.

Illumi leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of her hand, her face heating up significantly at this action.

“You’re an extraordinary girl.”

“Ehem.”

The two turned to see a sister carrying their food, two trailing behind with the rest of Illumi’s orders. The first entrees were set in front of them, with fresh drinks placed onto the table.

“Please enjoy.”

—————

(Name) could barely contain her sighs of content as she dug in, not caring about anyone watching her. She hadn’t realized just how hungry she was. During the exam she’d eaten, but not enough to really fill her, so she’d been running on half empty the entire exam.

Illumi ate as well, periodically glancing up and asking how she was enjoying it.

“Ish really good!!”

He would smile, then go back to eating yet another entree. By the time they had both finished, nearly an hour had passed. (Name) leaned back, her eyes drifting closed as the waiter returned.

“Would the couple like any desserts?”

(Name) shot up, her cheeks red. “Couple, we’re n-“

“Yes, a piece of chocolate cake for the lady.”

(Name) glared daggers at Illumi, a pout forming on her lips. The waiter didn’t seem to notice, once again leaving to get their order.

She folded her arms. “Why did you not correct him?”

Illumi shrugged. “It’s best not to accept or deny being in a relationship when you’re someone like me. Gossip spreads fast, and the best way to stop it is to be indifferent. If we both started denying it, they’d assume we were trying to keep it a secret.”

(Name) nodded. “Oh, okay, that’s understandable. So do you bring girls to restaurants often?”

He laughs, leaning his cheek against his hand. “No, never. You’re the only girl that wasn’t family I’ve ever taken out on a…”

He stopped mid sentence. “On a date?” (Name) replied in a teasing voice.

He rolled his eyes. “No, I’d say this is more of… a business outing.”

“Okay, let’s talk business then. What is my training going to be?”

Illumi pinched her cheek. “All in due time, (Name).”

——————

(Name) stabbed a fork into her cake, taking the first bite and smiling. “Oh wow, this is amazing! Illumi, you have to try it!”

She offered her plate to him, having set her fork down on it. “You can use your f-“

He ignored her, instead picking up her fork and taking a piece of cake to his lips. He placed it into his mouth, nodding. “It is good, if a bit too sweet for my taste.”

(Name) stands, covering her face with her hand. “I-I have to use the restroom.”

With that she ran off, leaving her cake behind. Illumi watched her go, the fork still in his mouth. He ran his tongue along the prongs, tasting the faint flavor of her chapstick.

———————

(Name) closed the stall, sitting on the toilet with her head in her hands. ‘Does he know that that was an indirect kiss? Ahh…’

She groaned, before feeling a vibration in her side. She reached down and pulled out her phone.

Grumpy Pants: Heard you took exam. You pass?

Grumpy Pants: Hello?

The first message had been sent three hours ago. (Name) quickly responded, typing fast.

Strawberries: Yes, I passed! I’m sorry I didn’t respond sooner, I was kinda… kidnapped? Lol

She sent the message, giggling to herself. His reply was quick.

Grumpy Pants: Where are you? Have they hurt you? Is it man that Hisoka told me about? Do I need to get you?

(Name) smacked her forehead. She’d forgotten he didn’t have a sense of humor in these things.

Strawberries: No, I’m fine. I just owe him a favor. The only time he hurt me was during the exam, and I can’t really be upset about that.

Grumpy Pants: I’m upset about that. Very.

She held her phone to her chest. It felt nice to have him worry about her, but she also felt guilty.

Strawberries: I’ll share my location with you at all times, and I’ll send pictures to show I’m okay everyday, does that make you feel less anxious?

He took a moment to respond.

Grumpy Pants: … a little. Still angry you took exam without telling me.

She rolled her eyes, typing back a quick reply.

Strawberries: If I did tell you, you would have stopped me. Listen, I gotta go, we’re at a restaurant right now. I’ll call you when I’m alone. Looove youuu~

She giggled at her last statement, knowing it would piss him off. Every time she said soft things, he’d get red and storm off.

Grumpy Pants: … be careful. Stupid girl.

With that, she left the stall and washed her hands. (Name) splashed some water on her face, sighing. “All right, let’s get back out there.”

————

The so-called grumpy pants folds his arms, his phone resting on the desk in front of him. He thinks back to her message, a pang in his heart.

“Stupid girl. Says that so easy.”

He slides his phone open again, rereading her messages over and over again, scrolling up further to see the random pictures of her day to day life, even a few of them together.

“Just 8 months… see you then.”

He places his phone down again, standing up and exiting the room. He closes the door, a puddle of blood leaking out through the bottom.

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[radioisntdead]

can bald moth get beat up 👉👈

Of course he can get beat up! And more!

Ain't it fun?

Vee's & reader [?] Vaguely implied Velvette x reader

Warnings: mild gore, Valentino is his own warning, the reader turns the tables on Valentino, there are mild plot holes but uh, we don't talk about those!! Takes place before the show.

Song used

You were beyond pissed, your darling dumbass of a sibling made the decision to sell their soul to an overlord, and had the audacity to ask you to help them out of it.'

The overlord in question?

Valentino, one of the three Vees.

Your sibling came over to you begging, screaming, crying for you to help them because they didn't know what to do!

They better thank God above that you were related because otherwise you would've let them rot.

It started with you researching the Vee's, taking in every single smidgen of information you could get on them, from interviews, to stalking Velvette's social medias because she posts everything and anything on there.

Then you began shopping for more.. charming clothing, whether that be a dashing suit, dazzling dress, or something in-between it made you look the part.

Now how exactly would you climb your way up?

You supposed you had to start dealing in souls, climbing the ranks until you became an overlord, after all how hard could it be?

I don't mind

Lettin' you down easy, but just give it time

If it don't hurt now, well, just wait, just wait a while

You should've gotten into the soul dealing business ages ago, considering how now regular sinners now scrambled to get away from you leaving you alone as you did your business.

You didn't really know what to do at first but after doing from research at the local hellish library you got a pretty good idea on how to become a overlord, and a surprising amount of sinners were willing to sell their souls to you in exchange for something, it was odd, you would think they'd want to keep their souls, but hey you weren't complaining!

You're not the big fish in the pond no more

You are what they're feedin' on

It wasn't long before you found yourself hanging around the social circles that Velvette in particular frequented, fashion industry folks, influencers, top dogs in those departments, and you slowly but surely landed on her good side.

Just enough that she started bringing you around the other Vee's.

So what are you gonna do

When the world don't orbit around you?

You held out your hand to shake Valentino's hand when Velvette brought you around to spend the night, apparently Vox was elsewhere at the time, according to Velvette he was "Whining over the absence of an ancient deer" whatever that meant.

You just held a smile at the moth as he talked about something you could care less about.

Oh he had no idea what was in store for him.

So what are you gonna do

When the world don't orbit around you?

Ain't it fun

You had to admit you underestimated the piece of shit, your sibling did say that he was 'charming' at first, picking them up at a club and convincing them to work for him, the weird ass smoke he omitted didn't help either.

Livin' in the real world?

Ain't it good

One thing you clocked about the Vee's was that they were all about control in some way or form, Velvette liked the control she had over social media, Vox over everyone with his weird little hypnosis that you had to invest a pretty penny into a weird pair of contact lenses to prevent him from using it on you, and Valentino with the employees under him, like your sibling.

You couldn't really blame them, now that you were an overlord yourself you could admit having control over people was exhilarating, better than any drug.

Bein' all alone?

Where you're from

You've gotten exceedingly good at holding your breath when he emits that weird smoke around and wearing clothing that prevented his saliva from touching you, it wasn't hard to figure out what that pink drool could do to someone especially since Velvette marketed it as a 'love potion'

You might be the one who's runnin' things

Well, you could ring anybody's bell and get what you want

You were unofficially the fourth vee at this point, seen hanging around them, mainly Velvette, you had your own territories, your own line of power, if things went south you could hold your own for a little while, but you'd prefer not burning the bridges you had built with two of the vees.

You would prefer having a proper title of a vee, but fours a crowd, three is a more... Manageable number.

You see, it's easy to ignore trouble

When you're livin' in a bubble

So you bide your time, waiting for all sinner's least favorite time of year, extermination day.

So what are you gonna do

When the world don't orbit around you?

Usually the Vee's would hide away in their tower, secure from the chaos outside, watching as other sinners had their afterlives ripped away from them, spears, swords and other weaponry purged into them.

Mm-mmm, uh-uh

But this year, you had managed to convince Valentino to go out with you the night before extermination, supposedly wanting to get wasted and discuss an idea you had involving something in your area of business and his.

So what are you gonna do

When nobody wants to fool with you?

Luring him to a loud club that barely had any security cameras.

Oh-oh-oh, uh-uh-uh

Ain't it fun

You simply used his own devices against him, he didn't even notice that you weren't even halfway done with your first drink.

Livin' in the real world?

Ain't it good

Bein' all alone?

You made up an excuse to use the restroom, within a few minutes he drunkenly followed in pursuit, only to be met with you and a crowbar.

Oh-oh-oh Ain't it good to be on your own?

You swung at his knees knocking him off balance causing him to collapse on the dirty public bathroom floors.

Oh-oh-oh Ain't it fun you can't count on no one?

His eyesight was already horrible thanks to his missing antenna, that plus the dizziness from the many drinks he had consumed?

He struggled to make out your form, you were blurry.

"What the fuck??" He spluttered out as you rolled up your sleeves not bothering to respond, not bothering to give reason for why you were about to do what you were about to do.

Uh-uh-uh Ain't it good to be on your own?

You lifted your arms up before swinging the crowbar down on him, causing him to scream.

Uh-uh-uh Ain't it fun you can't count on no one?

Drowned out by the loud club music his screams went unheard by the other patrons.

Ain't it fun

Livin' in the real world?

Don't go cryin' to your mama

You swung the crowbar at him, leaving behind cuts and bruises, Valentino tried to defend himself only to get smacked down by you.

'Cause you're on your own in the real world

By the time you were done he was bloodied on the ground, you reached down and dragged him to an empty bathroom stall, leaving a small trail of blood behind you.

Don't go cryin' to your mama

'Cause you're on your own in the real world

You rolled down your sleeves as you left the club acting as if you were told to go away instead of having just beaten up an overlord.

You made your way back to the Vee's tower, complaining to Velvette the moment you walked in about how horrible your night was, how "Valentino had blown you off for some sinner," and "You had forgotten your phone back at the tower,"

Don't go cryin' to your mama

You fell asleep that night peacefully, knowing that by the time morning arose and extermination day started his chances of survival were low.

'Cause you're on your own in the real world

Don't go cryin' to your mama

You held back a grin, acting sympathetic as Vox bitched about Valentino not coming back that night, looking through different security cameras finding nothing but you leaving the club disgruntled and in the early morning Valentino stumbling his way out.

'Cause you're on your own in the real world

Ain't it fun? Ain't it fun?

Baby, now you're one of us

The Vee's are a powerhouse trio, and they'll always be a trio, three's a perfect number and four's a crowd.

Ain't it fun? Ain't it fun?

Ain't it fun?

Ain't it fun

Vox, Velvette and now you, just with the letter V Infront of your name I guess.

Livin' in the real world?

Ain't it good Ain't it goo-oo-ood

Bein' all alone?

It was just soooooo unfortunate that Valentino didn't make it back during extermination that day!

Ain't it fun

Livin' in the real world?

It was just so, so unfortunate that he was pierced by angelic weaponry on his way back to the Vee's tower!

It was his fault for not coming back that night like he was supposed to! But no! He supposedly got distracted with some floosy!

'Cause the world don't orbit around you

Ain't it good Ain't it goo-oo-ood

Bein' all alone

But it was so lucky that you were able to take over his part of the entertainment district, how lucky it was that you were up for the challenge for taking over the studio and managing the things down there, even if you didn't have the souls of his employees under your belt, yet.

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

Don't go cryin' to your mama Not to your mama

'Cause you're on your own in the real world Don't go cryin'

Honestly the industry grossed you out but it was whatever, on the other hand, your darling dumbass of a sibling was free.

They took their newfound freedom and fled, leaving a thank you note and a basket of goodies.

You sighed knowing that the next time you saw them it'd be to get them out of trouble again.

Don't go cryin' to your mama To your mama

'Cause you're on your own in the real world Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Don't go cryin' to your mama Yeah, yeah

For now you'd sit back and clean out the studio, kicking out and keeping sinners or hellborn, enjoying the life of a Vee.

'Cause you're on your own in the real world This is the real world

Don't go cryin' to your mama Don't go cryin'

Sure right now the other two were upset at the loss of their "friend" or in Vox's case more than just a friend, but nothing time couldn't fix, they'd get over it.

'Cause you're on your own in the real world (This is the real world)

Once their tears have dried, once they stop thinking he'd be around the corner bedazzling his guns or being a creep they'll realize that you run things better, that you're more of an asset then he ever was.

Don't go cryin' to your mama This is the real world, don't go cryin'

'Cause you're on your own in the real world Oh, oh

You were better than him, more efficient, more cleaver, more charming, less of a creep.

Don't go cryin' to your mama Don't you cry to your mama

'Cause you're on your own in the real world

Eventually Valentino would be forgotten like all the dead overlords that came before him, discarded like the gross trash he was.

Don't go cryin' Don't you go, don't you go cryin'

Don't go cryin' You're on your own

Don't go cryin' Don't go cryin' to your mama

And you'd still be around, in his in your studio, with your staff, in your spot beside the other two vees.

Don't go cryin' Don't you cry, don't you cry

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Obsessed with Borderline!! Is there any chance of you describing how everyone's minds work?

Like Steph's for example, being like Bruce's; ordered chaos, or Damian's running like a river in full force, or Tim's being frantic and all over the place?

Ooh, I guess I haven't really dived into how their minds really feel. I should do that in the next chapter. But my instinctual response is:

Bruce: steady, logical but in shades of grey, constantly shifting through thoughts but when you look directly at it, it's completely still. You can't truly parse it, it's like trying to grab onto a fistful of smoke (unless you're his kids and know how to get around it) It also hurts sometimes, to look directly at that darkness.

Dick: Worried but light, playful, deceptively easy going. He thinks about people largely through lenses of past memories and emotions. Highly empathetic, constantly reaching out to the others in the bond. Checking up on them frequently, can turn icy and serious in the blink of an eye. Naturally good at shielding but loses the ability to shield himself as he tires.

Jason: His mind is quicker than Dick's, almost as quick as Tim's. He scans people in terms of threats and potential risk. Deep down, his mind is a warm, loyal space to crawl into -- combined, it makes him an excellent shielder as well. He has a sly, sometimes inappropriate, sense of humor. Lazarus water threatens at the edges of most of his memories, which he funnels into anger instead of grief.

Tim: quick and logical like Bruce, but far more blunt and with fewer shades of grey. Great information processor and desperately curious about new information. Worse with processing emotions, especially difficult ones. Thinks in a utilitarian mindset, which makes him a good team leader. less familiar with close contact, has a weaker bond with the others in the bond, though this is improving as he settles into it. Thinks through the logic of the bond too frequently to use it instinctually like some of the others -- yet.

Damian: fiercely defensive of Bruce, suspicious of most of the others. soft spot for Dick, Cass, and sometimes Steph. Largely innocent despite what he's seen, same hint of Lazarus green at the edge of some of his thoughts (but not most). Unsure of himself, sometimes unable to control strong emotions in the bond, but is getting better. enjoys sending memories down the bond and finally having something to share with everyone (especially Bruce).

Steph: rigid where Tim is curious, cautious despite her own streak for danger. suspicious and resentful of authority over her, despite agreeing with it occasionally. her mind has the ability to be just as icy as it can be welcoming. she observes far more than she intervenes, but when she intervenes, it's with her full chest. one of the first to truly grasp shielding and to use it effectively after Jason and Dick. secretly protective of several bond members, and now the entire bond.

Cass: largely communicates in images, memories, and emotions in the bond. She's perfectly clear and adept in this format, and finds it easier than before. despite the invasion of her mind, she welcomes the new abilities and closeness. also has a deep seated sense of humor and lightness, thinks through memories in terms of their physicality (flips and footwork and sense memories, etc). Her mind has the ability to uplift the entire bond, and is a good complement to Bruce's in that way.

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Where do we go now?

Final part.

Supergirl, Baby Danvers, Lena Luthor x Reader, Kara Danvers x B!D, Alex Danvers x B!D

Word Count: 3500.

Part 1.

They are working hard to bring Kara back. You’ll give them that. They’ve been running around the Tower tirelessly for days. You try and help here and there, but you’re not usually much of a help and with all of this, you’re basically a worthless sack of nothing.

Which is a hard thing to feel, especially in this situation. Knowing that you can’t do anything to bring your sister back, to save her from the nightmare she must be living, the nightmare you all have been living without her around.

“You’re not useless.” It’s what therapist Kelly tells you to repeat to yourself like a mantra. But it’s easy for her to say when she just got a new suit and a cool hero name.

So you stay in the Tower, walking around the place like a damn ghost. Seeing Kara everywhere, but at the same time nowhere around. 

Alex finally takes pity on you and tells you to go help out in the lab, because Brainy could use some extra pair of hands, and you have those and are eager to be at service. But it’s not Brainy you find, once you make your way there. 

Lena is working with something huge, you’re not even sure what it is, when your eyes meet through the lenses of the device. 

And it’s like you’re back there, in front of her apartment, months ago. Mouth agape and unable to move. Shocked and terrified; life looking as horrible as it could get. A chain of apologies wanting to leave your mouth in a rush. Sorry for lying, sorry for breaking your heart, sorry for deceiving your trust, sorry for loving you, sorry, sorry, sorry…

Lena raises her head, looking at you. Face etched with sorrow. Doe-eyed, and so, so soft. She doesn’t even have to say it, because her face says it all. But the thing is, there’s too much to be said, to be sorted, to be apologized for. You know it, and Lena obviously knows it too. 

“Oh.” It’s what leaves your mouth, when you make sense of why you’re here. To help Brainy, even though he is nowhere to be found. “Wrong lab, I guess.”

You take a step back, without breaking eye contact and Lena raises her hand to stop you. But nothing comes out of her mouth. She just looks like she wants to say something, and you don’t know what it is that is stopping her. 

So you keep walking backwards, ready to leave, “Wait. Y/N, please, stay.”

“I should be helping Brainy with some sort of –”

Lena points at the device, and you agree with your head slowly, convinced. So you make your way closer.

“What’s that?” 

"Phantom trapper. I feel like we might need it once we go out there or something.” She looks down, toying with the machine again. Then looks up to you. “I could use your help.” 

“I’m not good at –” you point at what she’s doing, but your mouth keeps going anyway. "Anything."

“Actually I think –” She licks her lips. Moment stretching out so thin between the two of you, anyone would be able to cut the tension with a knife. “you would be perfect for this.”

It’s funny how all of a sudden she looks exactly like your Lena. Like that Lena who asked you a million questions and in so little time got to know all of you. She looks like the Lena you would tell all your secrets, except how desperately much you love her. No, that one you would just leave between the lines. 

But she’s not your Lena, is she? She never once was yours and you got a broken heart to show for that.

You blink your thoughts away, giving her a sad smile. “Ok, so, um, what do I do?” 

She explains what she’s doing, merging a DEO protogun and L Corp’s portal energy, and you pretend you’re following, though you have basically no idea what she’s talking about. But at least you know how to use a screwdriver and that’s what she needs you to do, while she does the actual science thing behind it.

“Um, ah.” Lena tries. She’s been trying to talk to you for the longest time but keeps stopping herself when you raise your big eyes at her. “How – How are you?”

You blink at her. Waiting for the rest. How does she think you are, when your sister is missing and she hates the shit out of you?

“Well, Lena, I’ve been better.” It’s mumbled out of your mouth, without second thought, face going back to the machine in front of you, so you don’t have to look at her while admitting. “There was a time where my sister was home and my best friend didn’t hate me.”

“She doesn’t – I don’t hate you.” She says, voice strangled inside her chest, as you finish what has been asked of you. 

You haven’t seen Lena in months since her (valid) outburst with you. Since she said she hates you, and called you a lying monster. And no matter how much time has passed and how many things have happened ever since, that’s how you still feel around her. You feel like a monster.

You stare at each other for a few seconds. The moment is tension-filled, electrified, all wrong. Everything feels wrong and you don’t know if things will ever feel right.

“I’m not gonna say that I’ve never hated you.” Lena sits on the chair next to yours, and breathes out. “Because at that moment, I did. I hated you for breaking my heart. It took me more time than it should’ve to realize exactly why I was so mad at you, specifically.”

You swallow deep. Eyes filled with tears, heart squeezed in anticipation. 

You weren’t always the most honest person, you admit. Little white lies, always trying to make people feel better, to make yourself feel better. But you never once told Lena a single lie, except the ones involving Supergirl. And it’s fair that she felt betrayed by that, but it hurts you even more to know that it was out of your control all along.

“I felt betrayed by your sister because she was my best friend and lied to me, and sure, I was mad at all of our friends for lying to me too. But you – Y/N, the reason why I was so mad at you is because it felt like heartbreak. Felt like I was being lied to by my person. I know we were never – “ She bites her tongue and you nod.

“We were never.” You agree.

Were never, will never. All the same now.

Lena’s hand makes way to your face, but then something shifts inside her, just like that. And you can see it in her eyes that something changed, you just don’t know what. So her hand never really reaches you, though you can still feel the ghost touch and the burning sensation of almost feeling her again.

“And we will get your sister back. I promise.” 

You can’t hold the tear to fall, but you’re quick to clean it. 

“I just miss her.” 

As to an explanation to why you’re crying, though it isn’t the only reason and you guess she’ll never know all of the other ones that involve her. 

“I miss her too.” Lena confesses, swallows deep right after, searching your face for anger, because she thinks it’s her fault your sister is gone. But you’re sure that even if she never went along with Lex’s plans, he would’ve found a way to do what he did.

So you just nod at her, understanding. Tears falling silently, regardless of the fact that you get it. It doesn’t stop hurting just because she’s hurting too. 

“Hey,” she finally pulls you closer, your head resting on her chest like it just belongs there. “You can cry, my love.” 

And it’s so unfair that she can just use the pet name again after so many months with dead silence from her end and make your heart almost burst inside you from happiness, either way.

“Lena.” It’s a whine out of your mouth, and you wonder if she gets all that is inside it, if she had the faintest idea of what you’re trying to convey with that only. But you don’t know, because you keep crying and crying, face buried in the crook of her neck, while she runs her fingers through your hair, gently. 

“I know, little —“ she leaves it like that, but you look at her with pleading eyes, and she smiles, understanding you perfectly. “You’re fine, little one. It’s going to be alright, I promise.”

So of course you believe her. Even though she is a liar, and you’re a liar, and all that you two have done so far is lie about your feelings and keep secrets from each other.

You let go of her, wiping the tears from your face, and force a sad little smile. “Thanks, Lena.” You tap on the device in front of you. “Ok, I’ve exhausted my abilities on this, so I’ll go check on Brainy.” 

“Yeah, ok. Sure, yeah.” Lena says, looking like she doesn’t want to let you go. But she does. Because not letting you leave would involve being honest and that’s something none of you can do, apparently.

When you wake up the next day. Wait, actually to wake up, you would need to have fallen asleep, which you haven’t done an inch of. While you repeated the whole interaction you had with Lena the day before. 

My love. Her love. We were never. Might never.

But when you do get out of the bed, in a jump scare from Alex yelling at you that some phantoms went loose and you have to get out from the Tower immediately, you still meet them and hear bits of their meeting.

“I may already have a fix for that, I couldn’t sleep last night so —“ Lena starts and you two share a look, because she wants you to know you’re the reason she wasn’t able to. And you think she can see it on your face that you haven’t either. 

The rest of the meeting is lost with you inside your thoughts. You only come back from it when Kelly tells you she is giving you a ride home, so they know you’re safe.

You don’t want to be home alone, worried sick about what’s happening to them. So you go back to Kara’s apartment, because even though she is not there, some of her still is. 

And it’s unsurprisingly unsettling to be inside Kara’s apartment with no idea whether she is ever coming back. No idea of what’s happening out there with your family, friends, and Lena. So you walk around, thoughts consuming all your energy and what’s left of your sanity. 

When Alex picks you up days later, they have a way to get Kara’s location and are going into the phantom zone to find her. She tries to convince you not to go along, telling you it’s dangerous and they all might get lost there, for God knows how long. But if everyone is in the phantom zone, then what the hell would you be doing on Earth alone? 

“Are you sure you want to come with us? I know you want to be there when we rescue Kara, but stepping into a new dimension isn’t something you –” Alex rethinks her next words very carefully before adding, “signed up for.”

“Signed up for? Are you serious right now, Alexandra Danvers?” You give her a harsh look and she rolls her eyes at the use of her entire name. “Our sister is out there! So you either take me with you or I’ll find a way to go without you.”

So there’s no arguing, no matter how much she tries to.

“Alright, pack up, little rascal. We’re gonna save our sister!”

And afterwards, you think your sister is actually happy you’re there. Rescuing Kara without her little sister around would’ve felt wrong, no matter how protective of you she is.

So you stick around the back, while everyone takes position in the ship and gets ready to go follow Kara into the depths of the universe. 

J’onn mentions that phantoms might try to get inside your minds, making you all very weak by showing you your worst fears. You think you’re currently living them, so you are probably safe with that, at least.

Then something goes wrong, Alex yells for you to follow Lena so you’re not alone and no matter how reluctant you are with being alone with her, in the middle of the chaos and you understanding shit about it, you just follow orders.

You step into the elevator with her, she nods apprehensively at you, somehow trying to ease your mind. When the elevator stops she murmurs, “stay behind me, ok?”

And then she’s just gone.

“Lena?” You ask, looking around. You couldn’t have missed her, she was just in front of you. How could she have disappeared? “LENA?”

She appears in front of you, a heavy coat you don’t remember she was wearing a few minutes ago. 

“Y/N.” Your name is said with so much disdain it burns a hole through your heart and you flinch. “What?” Her long finger goes to your face, under your chin, and she raises your head so you can look her directly in the eye, “you thought I could love you?”

“What —“

“Oh no,” her eyes burning green into yours. “Oh you poor thing,” she cleans a tear that leaves your eye. “You actually thought I felt something for you, didn’t you? What part of I hate you got lost in that little dumb head of yours?”

“You’re being mean.” It’s what you can say after swallowing the lump on your throat. 

“No, you stupid little girl. You’re weak, and immature. I guess that’s why you fooled yourself. I couldn’t even love Kara, the mightiest of heroes. What chance did you have?” Lena’s hands tight around your face, holding it so strongly it hurts your jaw. “When will you finally understand that I do not, cannot, will not love you.” 

What? That sounds exactly like something you’ve thought before.

You only realize that when her hand tightens around your neck and you start losing your breath. 

“You’re not —“ you’re lifted from the floor by the neck. Gasping desperately for air, while trying to kick and push the image from your mind. “my Lena!”

You get up from the chair you were on, look around to see yourself still in the command room. 

“J’onn?” Alex asks, voice small filled with fear.

And you look around to see everyone waking up together from some sort of trance.

“This is real. You are free of the phantom’s powers. You did it. You all did it.” 

But there’s no time to celebrate this win. Not when you’re almost there and everyone starts running around and Lena just pulls up a fucking yellow sunlight blast to recharge Kara’s powers and so on, and before you even realize what just happened,

“Kara?” 

Your sister rushes to the door, inside Alex’s embrace. 

She’s here! Kara is actually here!

“Brainy get us out of here.” You hear J’onn’s voice and breathe out knowing you are all safe and heading back home. 

Kara’s eyes lock into yours, on the other side of the room. “Get in here, little one.”

And your heart almost stops when you hear her voice, but you run into her embrace and breathe her in. Kara is here. God, she is here. This is all you could have asked for.

Kara is found. Saved. Rescued. Home. 

Well, she goes to her home, not yours, by the way.

“When did you move in?” Kara asks when you and Alex take her home. 

“I — I didn’t.”

She looks around. Her apartment should look empty, lifeless, dusty. But it doesn’t. It looks lived. You left some clothes by the couch, and there’s food on the counter, dishes on the sink, the bedsheets are messy. You look up to her, an embarrassed look on your face. 

But Kara pulls you in and kisses the crown of your head. “I hope you’re staying while I’m here, as well. I could use your company.”

“Yeah, sure.” 

And you should be happy. You should be thrilled. Because Kara has escaped the inescapable, and Lena is back on the team and around, completely forgiven, returned to her rightful role of being Kara’s best friend. 

But something is still off whenever you see her. There’s still things over your heads. Things you shouldn’t have said, things you should have, secrets kept from each other, and feelings, oh, the feelings!

So when you can finally come to life, you just don’t. You still walk around the Tower like a ghost, like something’s missing though everything is already here. Broken and blue, hiding in the background, hoping for someone to notice you, but also praying that no one does.

“I thought I saw you around.” You hear Lena’s voice behind your back, and your heart still beats fast in anticipation. She sits next to you on the floor. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m – Sure.” You agree with a forced smile, and she gives you a soft one in return.

“You’ve been hiding.” She says, sure. And there’s no way you can deny it when you have been hiding and you know she has noticed. “So, I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you’re actually ok.”

You bite the inside of your mouth. Holding the tears and the words inside. 

“Kara is back.” Lena points out and you agree with your head. “And I am –”

“You are –?”

“Here.” Lena scootches closer. Rests her head on your shoulder, and takes a deep breath there. Her breath is hot on your neck, giving you goosebumps. “I’m here. By your side. And I never should have left.”

“But you did. Because I lied, because I’m a lying mons –” The word is cut short when her lips touch your neck, soft and sweet.

“You’re not.” Lena whispers next to your ear. Warming up not just the place, but your entire body. “I’ve missed you.”

You close your eyes hard, trying to hold back all that you’re feeling. All the emotions that seem to be trying to get out of your control.

“You said –”

“Some mean things when I was blinded by anger.” Lena finally raises her head, searching for your eyes and encouraging you to do the same. “I’m sorry. I should’ve led with that.”

“I’m sorry too.” You try, because you have tried to apologize before and that didn’t go well.

“I know. I know. And we can spend our whole lives apologizing for what we did back then, or we can just let it go. Move forward. Be honest this time around.” She pleads gently. And you agree with your head because she is right. What good can come from revisiting all the mean things she said to you? All the lies you’ve told her about your sister’s real identity? When she is here, and knows all that and still chooses to stick around. 

“I’ll go first.” Lena whispers again, while her hands envelop yours. It’s sweaty and shaking, so you know she is nervous. “I know I said we were never.” You look down on your tangled up hands, then back at her eyes. “But I wanted to. I –” She takes a deep breath before confessing. “I want to.”

“When Kara was just gone, just like that –” She swallows the tears, but you can’t hold yours back. You never could. “I just kept thinking how I never told her what she meant to me. And then I thought of you, and how I didn’t want a single day to go by without me telling you how I truly feel about you.” Lena cleans your tears, and her touch is so good, so real, you lean into it without a second thought. “I’ve been in love with you for years now.”

“I’ve been in love with you for years.” You whisper back, small and under your breath, but so desperately honest you’re sure she can tell.

Lena pulls your face closer, kissing your tears, then your eyes, your forehead, temple, cheek. 

“Lena.” In a plead whisper and this time you know she understands all that you mean by chanting her name alone.

“I’m here.” She promises, another kiss on your cheek to clean your tear. “And I’m never leaving you again.”

It’s you that cut the distance between your mouths. A soaring kiss you’ve been meaning to share with her for the longest time. Tasting her lips as you’ve always needed to do. Easing her mind like you should’ve done in months, years, íons ago. 

“Where do we go now?”

“Now,” Lena punctuates with a peck on your lips. “Now we move forward.”

[lmm16]

Some of the ideas were helped made by @sbk-zgvlt, big thanks to them.

Now that our group of stranded sad teenagers(and one adult cause I almost forgot Leona is an adult), have taken a long rest, it’s time for the next course of action………..figuring out how the fuck to hide the non-human features of Leona, Floyd, Sebek, and Idia. Not to mention the whole group as a whole needs a new set of cloths since there Uniforms kinda stand out from the crowd(except Idia since it just looks like he’s just wearing an oversized jacket and not a uniform).

So they decided to got to the store to get the four some cloths at the nearest store, so after leaving Grim in the care of Yuu Mom(who I’m gonna name Milly) the group sets off.

After taking to most longest, complex route to the nearest clothing store(Forever 21), they managed to sneak the four into changing rooms thanks to Ace, Cater, and Kalim distracting the employees from noticing them by asking for outfits suggestions and also somehow making a route that avoid security cameras.

Yuu meanwhile grabs certain accessories for the guys in the changing room so they can hide their non-human features.

For Floyd, he was the easiest to get accessories for, since all he has to wear is a simple face mask to hide the teeth. For the other three however….it’s a little harder.

It took a while to decide what to get for Leona, while its easy to hide his tail, it’s a bit hard to hide his ears. But in the end, he wears a beanie, though the ears do pop up making it look like the beanie has a cat ear shaped design on too much to Leona dismay.

At first, Yuu thought maybe putting an eye mask over Sebek eyes would be best while making the excuse Sebek has sensitive eyes so people wound get suspicious. They would chose sun glasses but they’re see trough…….the end up choosing Contact lenses in the end.

Idia however, was the hardest to figure out. While it was easy to hide his teeth with a face mask, it’s incredibly hard to his his hair, since his hair is literally FIRE! It took them 20 different accessories to just decide what to do with his hair……the group had to hold him down to cut some of his hair off so they can hide the rest on a beanie(which they has to sneakily use magic on to make it fire proof, the group was surprised to learn that not a majority of clothing in Yuu world was fire proof)

So now that the group managed to hide Leona, Floyd, Idia, and Sebek non-human features, all left is to find actual outfits to fit in the crowd……….

…….which I’ll post about when I find out what their outfits would look like.

[cherrygorilla]

Zack's Basic Info

As seems to be a recent theme with me, I really struggled coming up with faceclaims for Zack. I think Chosen Jacobs (first pic) is the one that feels the most right in my head, but I could see the others (Miles Brown, Noah Gray-Cabey and Jaden Smith) all working well in their own ways too. No one else seemed to be able to get that mischievous grin of his right lol.

Name: Zackary Ghalen Davis - his mom named him Ghalen, meaning calm in Ghanaian, because he was such an easy, quiet baby. But then he learned how to speak and she's never had a moment of peace since.

Nicknames: He pretty much solely goes by Zack. He'll occasionally get a (very cringeworthy) 'Zacky boy' from his dad, and, in the very few interactions he's had with Ethan, he's had 'Zack-attack'. But 99.9% of the time it's just Zack. 

Age: 14

Date of Birth: 30th of November

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Birthstone: Topaz

Nationality: American, Ghanaian and Greek

Sexuality: Straight

Birthplace: St Anthony's Hospital, St Petersburg, Florida

Current Residence: Pelican Drive South, St Petersburg, Florida

Occupation: Middle school student and a newspaper delivery boy

Talents/Skills: Karate, basketball, having insanely good aim (not used for many things thus far in life other than crushing at paper football games in class), never failing to make his friends (especially Bentley) laugh, packing away ungodly amounts of food (his portions are HUGE if he has any control over it), and knowing many, many random facts, mostly about dinosaurs

Birth Order: Middle of 3

Siblings: Jordin Nicole Davis (17) and Angelo Cameron Davis (9)

Parents: Jamal Dimitri Davis and Effia Morowa Davis 

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Height: 5' 10'' when he's fully grown, but 5' 4'' for now.

Race: African American

Eye Colour: Dark brown

Hair Colour: Dark brown

Glasses or Contact Lenses: Neither

Distinguishing Features: He's almost always got some sort of pen ink on his hands where he's scribbled something down he needed to remember, a weird little squishy lump of skin from where his stitches didn't heal properly after he fell off a skate ramp and took a gnarly chunk out of his knee, and a slightly chipped front tooth from that very same incident.

Mannerisms: Compulsively needs to fill silences with senseless ramblings, unbelievably loud snoring, cracks his knuckles at every available opportunity, and almost always stands with his hands in his pockets.

Health: He’s lactose-intolerant but he does not give a fuckkkkkk lmao - if anything, it just encourages him to eat more dairy. But besides that, nothing really, he's pretty healthy. His mom wouldn't hesitate to (lovingly) diagnose him as a lazy-ass though - and she'd probably pull him up on his terrible posture whilst she’s at it. 

Hobbies: Skateboarding, karate, picking arguments with Kona, binge watching horror movies, eating through entire family size bags of chips in one sitting, collecting random stickers (which he covers like 90% of his belongings with), and wasting all his allowance at the arcade.

Greatest Flaw (in their opinion): How argumentative he is. He has very strong opinions and is super strong-willed, which can be a good thing, but can also make things really difficult when he runs into someone who disagrees with him. He can take it really personally and get really fired up, even if it's not that big of a deal, just because it's hard to process other people's views. Sometimes he doesn't even care what it is he's arguing about; sometimes he just likes playing devil's advocate because he likes to debate with people. His mom always pulls him up on it though, because sometimes his enthusiasm for challenging others can come across as rude, which is never usually his intention. 

Best Quality (in their opinion): His passion. Even though it can land him in trouble sometimes, and brings out his biggest flaw, he is proud of how much he dedicates himself to the things he believes in. He never half-asses things he cares about, he'll put his all into it no matter what. And that extends to his relationships too - he'll stick by his friends through anything, and will defend them until he's blue in the face if he has to. He can be perceived as lazy because of how laidback he seems, and can be lazy when he wants to, but if he wants to do something, whether that's for himself, or for someone he cares about, he won't be able to focus on anything else until it's done.

Biggest Fear: Dying. One of his cousins died in their teens and the shockwave of grief it sent through his whole family really freaked him out. He wasn't necessarily super close with the guy, but he'd spent a fair amount of time with him at family gatherings growing up, so the abruptness of his death really shook him up and changed his whole perspective on life. He very much adopted that 'needs to live life to the fullest' mindset, which is probably why he can come across as a little overbearing and intense sometimes. And he can act rather impulsively, but he'd rather that be the case than living with regrets if that looming cloud of grief were to come and swallow him whole again. 

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: Rocky Road

Favourite Colour: Red

Favourite Number: 3 - one of the many reasons as to why the triceratops is his favourite dinosaur

Favourite Movies: Nightmare on Elm Street, The Karate Kid, or The War of The Worlds (yes, he and August geek out over it together, and yes, it's adorable)

Favourite Songs: You Should Be Dancing by the Bee Gees, School's Out by Alice Cooper, It's My Life by Bon Jovi, and One Love by Bob Marley

A place they want to visit: Egypt, he's got a real fascination with the Great Pyramids so he'd love to be able to see them in real life.

[itzynabi]

jeon ari – manager

phone contact: ariana/nabi

they started working together when eve became an mc for music core because her schedules got busier and she needed a personal manager. because they’ve worked together for so long, ari feels more like a sister than a manager to eve. ari is almost always with eve during schedules and has come to be able to predict eve’s needs or requests. if need be, ari can speak on behalf of eve. in terms of personality, ari is more logical than emotional, but she knows that eve requires a more heart-led approach than a head-led one. she is able to be empathetic when necessary, but is usually a very straightforward person.

shim jun – driver & bodyguard

phone contact: jupiter/nabi-yah

did anyone say besties? he doesn’t know it, but he’s an official girly™️. they’ve been working together since she started working as an mc for music core. as her bodyguard, he’s ready to push a million people out of the way so eve can walk without people jumping at her. as her driver, he’s just focused on making sure eve gets where she needs to be safely and on time. since some of the drives are pretty long, they end up just talking about life and things like that, and eve always tries to stay awake so that he doesn’t get lonely (even though ari is also in the car but its the thought guys). mr man has a fandom of his own with midzys bcs the face card? not declining. his personality is pretty easy going tbh. he looks intimidating, but is just a teddy bear

kang haeyi – hairstylist

phone contact: haehae/no-dye

the woman, the myth, the legend. the only person capable of convincing eve to dye her hair. give it up for her everybody!!! no, but seriously, if it weren’t for haeyi, eve would never allow bleach near her hair. they’ve been working together since debut and haeyi completely understands eve’s hesitance to dye her hair, but likes to gently nudge her. at the end of the day, if you’re trying to convince eve to dye her hair and haeyi isn’t there, just forget about it ‘cus it’s not happening. haeyi’s personality is kinda whimsical and playful

kwon taehee – makeup artist

phone contact: heehee/the princess

the lady all midzys have to thank for the looks eve keeps spotting. the way taehee keeps eve makeup so princess is amazing, ma’am, thank you for your service. they’ve also been working together since debut and are saur close. even though fans keep begging for eve to wear coloured contact lenses, taehee will never make eve use them just because of how scared eve is of them. taehee most definitely feels a lot of maternal affection when it comes to eve like that’s her baby girl.

cho kelly – stylist

phone contact: clarkson/kim nabi

they’ve been working together since eve’s solo debut with ‘glassy’. kelly is the head stylist and has the final say on outfits for eve’s schedules and music videos. as she’s worked with eve, she’s come to know and understand the woman’s style. she knows what reaction to expect when giving eve certain clothes to wear, but tries her best to make sure the clothes will be comfortable for eve to wear. her personality is very chill and calm, she rarely gets suuuuuuper energetic, but eve can somehow bring up kelly’s energy levels multiple times a year

©️ kim nabi