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[lycheeloving]

wrote myself into a corner with this one and wanted to scrap it completely after not having added anything to it in weeks, but I just read over it again and after tweaking it a little bit I think it's fine as a short post.

Yandere Superman with a disabled reader, the disability is non-specific and honestly not mentioned very explicitly at all, I wanted to get more into that later in the fic which isn't going to happen now. I'm going to write something longer with this concept soon-ish though <3

Superman who kidnaps you because you're so defenseless. Not even just as defenseless as a regular human, but even more! He spotted you on your way to a doctor's appointment and knew he had to take care of you. He can do a better job than whoever was doing it before.

He just takes you out of your room while you're sleeping. Not before having set up your new home with everything you need, of course. You just wake up in a completely new place, with a stranger smiling at you. He tells you that his name is Clark, and that he'll be taking care of you from now on. He just shushes you when you tell him to let you go, and when you say you want to go home he corrects you, saying that this is your home now.

Your ever so tiny hope of getting away vanishes the second you realize he's Superman.

In the middle of a conversation where he's trying to convince you that he cares about you, really, he would never hurt you, he tilts his head to the side like he's hearing something, then disappears in the blink of an eye. He reappears after a few minutes, now wearing the Superman costume, hovering above you. He apologizes for just disappearing like that, but there was an emergency.

What exactly happened? Oh, you don't have to worry about stuff like that anymore, just know that he's taking care of everything. He figures you should know he's Superman, as he'll have to disappear like this pretty often and he doesn't want to leave you in the dark.

Ironic, since from then on he doesn't allow you to know anything about what's happening in the world outside. He tells you there's nothing of importance happening anyways, but that's not very believable when Superman is needed so often.

He does reassure you that he'll always listen to you, so if you need help, he'll know, your well being is his priority. Which is the opposite of reassuring. What do you mean he can listen to you when he's on the other side of the planet? He doesn't believe in privacy, not when you could get hurt at any time.

This is your life now, better get used to it.

[lycheeloving]

sees i got an ao3 comment for one of my fics: 🥰🥰

it's "will you update this" when i literally put in the notes what I'm planning for the next chapter: 🚬🫩

[lycheeloving]

literally why are blank blogs still a thing. you look like a bot + you're on tumblr this is the reblogging website!! what do you gain by refusing to hit 1 little button every time you think a post is good... all that does is get you blocked by a bunch of people

[lycheeloving]

i really need non psychotics to stop using the term delusional to mean "slightly exaggerated claim." youre not delusional because youre saying you're the hottest person alive. youre not delusional for hoping some guy you like is into you too. thats not what a delusion is. i believed i was a prophet for a whole fucking year, THAT is a delusion

[lycheeloving]

do u talk about politics on this blog?

fuck trump fuck musk fuck meta fuck billionaires. fuck that one billionaire who got shot in the back in plain daylight. pro choice. pro dei. pro healthcare for all. free palestine. fuck racists fuck terfs fuck homophobes fuck transphobes. housing, food, clean water for all. proper care for disabled proper care for elderly proper care for children proper care for people who are alive and want to keep living. fair wages for all. pro farmers pro teachers pro future. and fuck ai.

oh and anti christian nationalism. anti fascist. anti censorship 🕺

[lycheeloving]

Second chapter for my amnesia reader-insert batfam fic!! The first chapter can be found here.

I didn't proofread this bc it would just make me nauseous and give me a headache and I kept putting it off and tbh I was worried I'd never post this chapter. So please let me know if you notice continuity errors, spelling or grammar mistakes! Or if anything just seems off. Thank you!

You wake up to a knock and reflexively mumble a few incoherent words in response, something about already being awake.

A voice comes from outside the door.

"Sorry to wake you, but you've been asleep for so long that it is noon already. You should eat. I have prepared breakfast." He pauses for a second.

"...Well, lunch would be more accurate, considering the time. Come down to the kitchen whenever you're ready." Then you hear footsteps retreating.

That must have been the nice older guy. Alfred, if you remember correctly. How sweet of him! And you actually are very hungry.

Now you just have a few problems to deal with.

First, finding a bathroom. You discover that this room has an ensuite bathroom. Cool! But this brings you to your second problem.

Getting out of your weird outfit. You struggle with it for a bit, but then manage to squeeze out of it, so you can take care of what you came here for.

Leaving the bathroom in just underwear, you're faced with problem number three, finding clothes. You look at the room consciously for the first time. It's big, furnished in a modern, stylish way and without a lot of personality. This is supposed to be your room? Where's all your personal stuff? The room doesn't look super lived in. Maybe you're minimalist? Seems a bit boring, but you guess the you with memories knew more about you than you do now, so you must actually like it, right?

You get back to trying to find clothes. You look to see if there are drawers beneath the bed (there aren't), or if there's a closet (nope). Finally, you check behind a door that you hope isn't just a second door that leads to the hallway outside of your room, but behind it you discover an entire walk-in closet!

You look for comfortable clothes, and settle on soft sweatpants and a hoodie. Sweet! They feel super high quality! You did have to look for them a bit though, the clothes in the front were all either super fancy and beautiful or tight workout clothes.

Stepping out of the room, you're left with only one more problem. Where the fuck is the kitchen?

Well, how hard could it be to find it? Yes, the house seemed big last night, but you were super tired, so maybe your sense of scale was off?

At the very least it should be downstairs, right?

You choose a direction and walk until you get to a dead-end. Ok, well, the stairs must be on the other side then! You turn around to walk the way you came, and come across a diagonal hallway, maybe the stairs are that way..? Which way should you go?

You would go back to your room and wait for Alfred to come and get you, but all of the doors look the same, you don't know which one is yours. This sucks. Did you manage to get lost? You decide not to take the diagonal hallway and just keep walking forward when finally, stairs! They only go down one floor, so you hope that you've reached the ground level now... But still, no sign of a kitchen anywhere.

You wander around a bit more, but a voice makes you turn around.

"What are you doing here? Alfred said you'd meet us in the kitchen!"

It's a guy you've never seen before. He looks older than the kid yesterday, but younger than Grayson. Wait, no, not Grayson, his name was Richard or something, right?

"Um. I'm trying to find the kitchen, actually." Does he know that you don't remember anything or will you have to explain why you don't know your way around the house you apparently live in?

"...Did you hit your head? Is that what the meeting is for?"

So he doesn't know. Great.

"Just come with me, I'm on my way to the kitchen, too."

Yay! You gratefully follow him around a few corners and into a room. The kitchen!

There are multiple people there, some of whom you met yesterday, and some you've never seen before. You wave awkwardly.

"Duke, you're late." Someone says.

Your dad? The grumpy guy? You assume so, since nobody else seems to be around his age, but he's not wearing his cowl with the ears anymore.

"And? I'm not the only one who's late!" He gestures to you.

You didn't even know that you were supposed to be here at a specific time!

Alfred catches your eye. "I'm sorry my dear, it slipped my mind that you wouldn't know where the kitchen is located... Here, sit down, eat something." He leads you to an empty chair at the table. Is this where you always sit?

At least there's food on the table! Everyone you don't recognize is looking at you weirdly while you load your plate and start eating, until grumpy guy (Bruce?) speaks up.

"I asked you all to meet here because of the incident involving Nightjar yesterday."

He starts explaining that you lost your memories, that they're not entirely sure what exactly happened, and then he starts using weird words (maybe names? codes?) that you don't understand in every sentence, so you start focusing on your food instead of what he's saying. The others seem to be able to follow along just fine. Stupid secret club with their stupid secret words.

After he's done, a name is said multiple times, but nobody reacts. The girl next to you touches your shoulder, and says the name again when you look at her. Oh. Right. That's your name!

"Huh?" Yes, very eloquent response.

"As you don't remember anything, we should tell you about our situation." Bruce says. Yes, please!

He tells you about "Batman" and the other related vigilantes, that that's what everyone at this table does at night (or during the daytime).

Then he has everyone introduce themselves, their names, their vigilante names, and who they are to you. Most of them are like siblings apparently, some are adopted like you, some aren't, some are simply "friends of the family", and most of them don't live here and visit sometimes, but mostly they're just down in the cave for vigilante business. You don't know if you'll be able to remember all of it. You try to focus more on their names, as that seems like the most important part.

"I would introduce myself too, but I think you all know more about me than I do!" You try to joke, but none of them seem to find it funny. They all look concerned.

Bruce ignores your comment: "This should go without saying, but obviously you're banned from patrolling for the foreseeable future. You may go back to training in the cave after we've tested how well your muscle memory holds up."

"Do I have to? Training sounds so... uncomfortable."

That makes a few heads turn your way again. Did you say something weird?

"This is the first time someone in this house has responded to a timeout this well! I would almost suggest you all take a hit to the head if it didn't have any other side effects." Alfred says.

"Why would I insist on doing that stuff? I just got severely injured! I hit my head so hard I don't even know who I am, doing sports could get me seriously hurt, right?"

"Your condition most likely wasn't caused by a hit to the head, but yes, it would be detrimental to your recovery for you to train, which is why I ordered you not to do it. Usually there would be a bit more pushback from your side, so I'm glad you seem to understand." Bruce speaks up.

Ordered? He's your father, right? He can ask you not to do something, but ordering sounds a bit harsh. It'll be hard to adjust to the family dynamics if your memories don't come back soon.

"If only you'd take your own advice sometime..." Alfred mumbles. Jeez, what's up with this family? Are they all looking to be permanently hurt? You go back to your food, wondering if you were just like them before you lost your memories.

You finish breakfast while the others keep talking about other stuff, plans and personal things that you don't focus on. One after the other, most of them leave, acknowledging you with a little wave or a goodbye.

You're done with eating and don't know what you're supposed to do now when something hits you in the head. What the fuck? Did someone just throw a pillow at you? You lift your head and look at whoever threw it. The youngest one. Damian, you think.

"Why would you do that?" You ask him, more perplexed than anything.

"I was testing your reflexes. You failed. You're lucky it wasn't anything dangerous." With that, he picks up a backpack and leaves as well, probably going to school. Weird little guy... Wait, did he just threaten you?

Bruce gets up, not acknowledging the Damian thing at all. Another thing that's normal here?

"We should try to jog your memory, maybe today you'll be able to remember some things when they're shown to you. Come with me."

Turns out, you don't live in the manor, either. You have a room here, like everyone else, but you spend most of your time in your own apartment, which explains why your room was so empty and devoid of personality. You took everything with you when you moved out, apparently.

Bruce drives you there, so you get to see the city for the first time.

Gotham.

It's rainy and overcast, but otherwise it seems fine. It would probably look more friendly if it weren't so wet and gloomy.

"After we're done with this, we'll meet up with J'Onn."

Huh? The John guy he mentioned yesterday?

"Didn't you say he wasn't here...?"

"Were you not paying attention earlier? I explained everything already." Uh oh. He sounds grumpier than usual.

"I paid attention at the beginning! But then like half of the words made absolutely zero sense to me so I focused on my food instead..."

He sighs, stopping the car at a red light. "J'Onn returned last night. I had him do a quick sweep of your mind while you were sleeping, to make sure you really weren't compromised."

"...Sweep of my mind? What does that mean?"

"He looked through your mind to see if he could find anything that hinted at outside interference, but everything indicated that your amnesia has natural causes."

That sounds good, but at the same time—

"How does someone just look through someone else's mind? That doesn't sound like it should be possible."

Bruce starts driving again when the light turns green, turning a corner before responding: "He's a telepath."

A telepath?

"I thought those weren't real. Like they were made up for sci-fi stuff?"

"They're real." He doesn't take his eyes of the road for a second. Is it that normal to him?

"Uh. Ok?" Your entire world view has been shattered. If telepathy is real, what else could exist?

Wait, focus! You should get back on topic.

"So you just let some guy into my room while I was sleeping and let him read my mind?"

"He wasn't in your room."

"What? But you said—"

"He can read minds at a great distance, he didn't have to enter your room."

"Oh... That's fucked up." And super concerning. There are telepaths and they can read your mind whenever they want, from wherever they are? What if you're thinking something embarrassing!

"Language."

"Language? I'll say whatever the fuck I want! You made a stranger read my mind without my knowledge! I'd be more pissed if I remembered any memories I want to hide, but this is still a huge violation of my privacy, even if my mind is mostly empty!"

He sighs again, turning down another road.

"You were a security risk. There was no time to consider hurt feelings."

Ouch. But you guess that's kind of true.

"So why are we going to meet him later if he can just read my mind from wherever he is?"

"This will be more in depth than just looking everything over to see if anything looks out of place. He will most likely need your assistance."

"Right..." You're not sure you want someone to mess around inside of your head, but whatever helps you regain your memories, right?

Bruce stops the car. "We're here."

You look outside. It looks pretty nice compared to most of the rest of the city that you've seen so far. Bruce takes you upstairs to your apartment and opens it with a key that he pulls out of his jacket.

"...I gave you a key?"

"Yes." He enters without looking back at you.

You're not sure he's telling the truth, but maybe you really did give him a key? You follow him inside.

It's beautiful. Everything looks exactly like what you think you would pick, from the furniture to the colors of the walls. You're glad you live here, this is amazing!

But you don't remember ever having lived here.

Bruce lets you look around by yourself, stepping outside to take a phone call, but not before telling you that hopefully you'll subconsciously remember some things, if only where which rooms are located.

You think you'll start with the bedroom, choose a door that feels right, open it, and—

It's the bathroom. Dammit. At least it looks pretty.

You look through the cabinets, at your toothbrush, at the different shampoos and shower gels, but nothing helps you remember. You even sniff a bunch of stuff, because supposedly smells play a huge part in memories, but all you think is that they smell good.

Well, onto the next room! This time you actually manage to open the door to the bedroom, but it's not like there were many doors left to choose from.

Once again it looks how you want it to look. You lie down in the bed and stare at the ceiling, like you must have done tons of times, but it doesn't feel familiar.

You look through your shelves, see what books you have, some of the titles seem familiar at least, but you don't have any personal memories of them, you only remember some of what happened in them. Is that good?

You don't feel like that's a huge revelation though, it's mostly personal stuff you're missing, you do still know things like history and how the world works.

At least you thought you did until the telepath reveal earlier...  Maybe you do have some gaps concerning the rest of the world as well.

Your eyes fall onto a violin in the corner. Do you play? Well, why else would that be there? There's some sheet music in a music stand as well, but you struggle to read it. Maybe muscle memory will help? You pick up the violin—

—and immediately produce a horrible noise with it. Right. Absolutely no muscle memory on how to play at all.

You leave the bedroom, hoping that the kitchen will reveal something personal to you.

Well, the living room with the adjoined kitchen.

You concentrate on the kitchen first though, immediately going for the fridge. There's some leftovers in there, not moldy but you're not sure how long they've been in there, so you're not touching them. There are some basics that you could cook with, but the fridge and cupboards aren't totally overflowing with stuff. Just enough to be fine with, you think.

At least there are some snacks.

Taste is supposed to bring back memories too, right?

You munch on some chips as you turn your focus onto the living room.

There are some trophies on display, for sports, music, maths... A bunch of stuff you had no idea you were good at. Except for the sports, you guess, the vigilante stuff seems like it would be physically taxing, so it would make sense that you're good at that. Everything else comes as a surprise.

Apparently you graduated high school and college at the top of your class. Impressive! You unfortunately remember neither. You turn to look at some pictures on the wall instead, some of them of the people who are supposed to be your family, and some of total strangers. Most of them have you on them as well, smiling brightly. Are these people your friends? Probably, why else would you put their pictures on the wall?

Well, this didn't do anything. At least you've learned more about yourself now, even if you don't remember any of it.

Bruce returns after you've made yourself comfortable on the couch with the TV turned on. You hoped that maybe your choice of channel would bring something back, but it was showing the news. After listening to reports of horribly depressing events for 5 minutes you decided to switch the channel to random cartoons, that aren't familiar to you either.

"...Nothing?" Bruce asks, apparently able to see the dejection on your face.

"Nope. Didn't remember anything." You turn the TV off.

"If you've looked at everything, we should go to the Watchtower next, to meet with J'Onn."

"...what's a Watchtower?"

Thanks for reading!!

next chapter: meeting a few members of the Justice League and finding out that aliens exist :]

[lycheeloving]

Second chapter for my amnesia reader-insert batfam fic!! The first chapter can be found here.

I didn't proofread this bc it would just make me nauseous and give me a headache and I kept putting it off and tbh I was worried I'd never post this chapter. So please let me know if you notice continuity errors, spelling or grammar mistakes! Or if anything just seems off. Thank you!

You wake up to a knock and reflexively mumble a few incoherent words in response, something about already being awake.

A voice comes from outside the door.

"Sorry to wake you, but you've been asleep for so long that it is noon already. You should eat. I have prepared breakfast." He pauses for a second.

"...Well, lunch would be more accurate, considering the time. Come down to the kitchen whenever you're ready." Then you hear footsteps retreating.

That must have been the nice older guy. Alfred, if you remember correctly. How sweet of him! And you actually are very hungry.

Now you just have a few problems to deal with.

First, finding a bathroom. You discover that this room has an ensuite bathroom. Cool! But this brings you to your second problem.

Getting out of your weird outfit. You struggle with it for a bit, but then manage to squeeze out of it, so you can take care of what you came here for.

Leaving the bathroom in just underwear, you're faced with problem number three, finding clothes. You look at the room consciously for the first time. It's big, furnished in a modern, stylish way and without a lot of personality. This is supposed to be your room? Where's all your personal stuff? The room doesn't look super lived in. Maybe you're minimalist? Seems a bit boring, but you guess the you with memories knew more about you than you do now, so you must actually like it, right?

You get back to trying to find clothes. You look to see if there are drawers beneath the bed (there aren't), or if there's a closet (nope). Finally, you check behind a door that you hope isn't just a second door that leads to the hallway outside of your room, but behind it you discover an entire walk-in closet!

You look for comfortable clothes, and settle on soft sweatpants and a hoodie. Sweet! They feel super high quality! You did have to look for them a bit though, the clothes in the front were all either super fancy and beautiful or tight workout clothes.

Stepping out of the room, you're left with only one more problem. Where the fuck is the kitchen?

Well, how hard could it be to find it? Yes, the house seemed big last night, but you were super tired, so maybe your sense of scale was off?

At the very least it should be downstairs, right?

You choose a direction and walk until you get to a dead-end. Ok, well, the stairs must be on the other side then! You turn around to walk the way you came, and come across a diagonal hallway, maybe the stairs are that way..? Which way should you go?

You would go back to your room and wait for Alfred to come and get you, but all of the doors look the same, you don't know which one is yours. This sucks. Did you manage to get lost? You decide not to take the diagonal hallway and just keep walking forward when finally, stairs! They only go down one floor, so you hope that you've reached the ground level now... But still, no sign of a kitchen anywhere.

You wander around a bit more, but a voice makes you turn around.

"What are you doing here? Alfred said you'd meet us in the kitchen!"

It's a guy you've never seen before. He looks older than the kid yesterday, but younger than Grayson. Wait, no, not Grayson, his name was Richard or something, right?

"Um. I'm trying to find the kitchen, actually." Does he know that you don't remember anything or will you have to explain why you don't know your way around the house you apparently live in?

"...Did you hit your head? Is that what the meeting is for?"

So he doesn't know. Great.

"Just come with me, I'm on my way to the kitchen, too."

Yay! You gratefully follow him around a few corners and into a room. The kitchen!

There are multiple people there, some of whom you met yesterday, and some you've never seen before. You wave awkwardly.

"Duke, you're late." Someone says.

Your dad? The grumpy guy? You assume so, since nobody else seems to be around his age, but he's not wearing his cowl with the ears anymore.

"And? I'm not the only one who's late!" He gestures to you.

You didn't even know that you were supposed to be here at a specific time!

Alfred catches your eye. "I'm sorry my dear, it slipped my mind that you wouldn't know where the kitchen is located... Here, sit down, eat something." He leads you to an empty chair at the table. Is this where you always sit?

At least there's food on the table! Everyone you don't recognize is looking at you weirdly while you load your plate and start eating, until grumpy guy (Bruce?) speaks up.

"I asked you all to meet here because of the incident involving Nightjar yesterday."

He starts explaining that you lost your memories, that they're not entirely sure what exactly happened, and then he starts using weird words (maybe names? codes?) that you don't understand in every sentence, so you start focusing on your food instead of what he's saying. The others seem to be able to follow along just fine. Stupid secret club with their stupid secret words.

After he's done, a name is said multiple times, but nobody reacts. The girl next to you touches your shoulder, and says the name again when you look at her. Oh. Right. That's your name!

"Huh?" Yes, very eloquent response.

"As you don't remember anything, we should tell you about our situation." Bruce says. Yes, please!

He tells you about "Batman" and the other related vigilantes, that that's what everyone at this table does at night (or during the daytime).

Then he has everyone introduce themselves, their names, their vigilante names, and who they are to you. Most of them are like siblings apparently, some are adopted like you, some aren't, some are simply "friends of the family", and most of them don't live here and visit sometimes, but mostly they're just down in the cave for vigilante business. You don't know if you'll be able to remember all of it. You try to focus more on their names, as that seems like the most important part.

"I would introduce myself too, but I think you all know more about me than I do!" You try to joke, but none of them seem to find it funny. They all look concerned.

Bruce ignores your comment: "This should go without saying, but obviously you're banned from patrolling for the foreseeable future. You may go back to training in the cave after we've tested how well your muscle memory holds up."

"Do I have to? Training sounds so... uncomfortable."

That makes a few heads turn your way again. Did you say something weird?

"This is the first time someone in this house has responded to a timeout this well! I would almost suggest you all take a hit to the head if it didn't have any other side effects." Alfred says.

"Why would I insist on doing that stuff? I just got severely injured! I hit my head so hard I don't even know who I am, doing sports could get me seriously hurt, right?"

"Your condition most likely wasn't caused by a hit to the head, but yes, it would be detrimental to your recovery for you to train, which is why I ordered you not to do it. Usually there would be a bit more pushback from your side, so I'm glad you seem to understand." Bruce speaks up.

Ordered? He's your father, right? He can ask you not to do something, but ordering sounds a bit harsh. It'll be hard to adjust to the family dynamics if your memories don't come back soon.

"If only you'd take your own advice sometime..." Alfred mumbles. Jeez, what's up with this family? Are they all looking to be permanently hurt? You go back to your food, wondering if you were just like them before you lost your memories.

You finish breakfast while the others keep talking about other stuff, plans and personal things that you don't focus on. One after the other, most of them leave, acknowledging you with a little wave or a goodbye.

You're done with eating and don't know what you're supposed to do now when something hits you in the head. What the fuck? Did someone just throw a pillow at you? You lift your head and look at whoever threw it. The youngest one. Damian, you think.

"Why would you do that?" You ask him, more perplexed than anything.

"I was testing your reflexes. You failed. You're lucky it wasn't anything dangerous." With that, he picks up a backpack and leaves as well, probably going to school. Weird little guy... Wait, did he just threaten you?

Bruce gets up, not acknowledging the Damian thing at all. Another thing that's normal here?

"We should try to jog your memory, maybe today you'll be able to remember some things when they're shown to you. Come with me."

Turns out, you don't live in the manor, either. You have a room here, like everyone else, but you spend most of your time in your own apartment, which explains why your room was so empty and devoid of personality. You took everything with you when you moved out, apparently.

Bruce drives you there, so you get to see the city for the first time.

Gotham.

It's rainy and overcast, but otherwise it seems fine. It would probably look more friendly if it weren't so wet and gloomy.

"After we're done with this, we'll meet up with J'Onn."

Huh? The John guy he mentioned yesterday?

"Didn't you say he wasn't here...?"

"Were you not paying attention earlier? I explained everything already." Uh oh. He sounds grumpier than usual.

"I paid attention at the beginning! But then like half of the words made absolutely zero sense to me so I focused on my food instead..."

He sighs, stopping the car at a red light. "J'Onn returned last night. I had him do a quick sweep of your mind while you were sleeping, to make sure you really weren't compromised."

"...Sweep of my mind? What does that mean?"

"He looked through your mind to see if he could find anything that hinted at outside interference, but everything indicated that your amnesia has natural causes."

That sounds good, but at the same time—

"How does someone just look through someone else's mind? That doesn't sound like it should be possible."

Bruce starts driving again when the light turns green, turning a corner before responding: "He's a telepath."

A telepath?

"I thought those weren't real. Like they were made up for sci-fi stuff?"

"They're real." He doesn't take his eyes of the road for a second. Is it that normal to him?

"Uh. Ok?" Your entire world view has been shattered. If telepathy is real, what else could exist?

Wait, focus! You should get back on topic.

"So you just let some guy into my room while I was sleeping and let him read my mind?"

"He wasn't in your room."

"What? But you said—"

"He can read minds at a great distance, he didn't have to enter your room."

"Oh... That's fucked up." And super concerning. There are telepaths and they can read your mind whenever they want, from wherever they are? What if you're thinking something embarrassing!

"Language."

"Language? I'll say whatever the fuck I want! You made a stranger read my mind without my knowledge! I'd be more pissed if I remembered any memories I want to hide, but this is still a huge violation of my privacy, even if my mind is mostly empty!"

He sighs again, turning down another road.

"You were a security risk. There was no time to consider hurt feelings."

Ouch. But you guess that's kind of true.

"So why are we going to meet him later if he can just read my mind from wherever he is?"

"This will be more in depth than just looking everything over to see if anything looks out of place. He will most likely need your assistance."

"Right..." You're not sure you want someone to mess around inside of your head, but whatever helps you regain your memories, right?

Bruce stops the car. "We're here."

You look outside. It looks pretty nice compared to most of the rest of the city that you've seen so far. Bruce takes you upstairs to your apartment and opens it with a key that he pulls out of his jacket.

"...I gave you a key?"

"Yes." He enters without looking back at you.

You're not sure he's telling the truth, but maybe you really did give him a key? You follow him inside.

It's beautiful. Everything looks exactly like what you think you would pick, from the furniture to the colors of the walls. You're glad you live here, this is amazing!

But you don't remember ever having lived here.

Bruce lets you look around by yourself, stepping outside to take a phone call, but not before telling you that hopefully you'll subconsciously remember some things, if only where which rooms are located.

You think you'll start with the bedroom, choose a door that feels right, open it, and—

It's the bathroom. Dammit. At least it looks pretty.

You look through the cabinets, at your toothbrush, at the different shampoos and shower gels, but nothing helps you remember. You even sniff a bunch of stuff, because supposedly smells play a huge part in memories, but all you think is that they smell good.

Well, onto the next room! This time you actually manage to open the door to the bedroom, but it's not like there were many doors left to choose from.

Once again it looks how you want it to look. You lie down in the bed and stare at the ceiling, like you must have done tons of times, but it doesn't feel familiar.

You look through your shelves, see what books you have, some of the titles seem familiar at least, but you don't have any personal memories of them, you only remember some of what happened in them. Is that good?

You don't feel like that's a huge revelation though, it's mostly personal stuff you're missing, you do still know things like history and how the world works.

At least you thought you did until the telepath reveal earlier...  Maybe you do have some gaps concerning the rest of the world as well.

Your eyes fall onto a violin in the corner. Do you play? Well, why else would that be there? There's some sheet music in a music stand as well, but you struggle to read it. Maybe muscle memory will help? You pick up the violin—

—and immediately produce a horrible noise with it. Right. Absolutely no muscle memory on how to play at all.

You leave the bedroom, hoping that the kitchen will reveal something personal to you.

Well, the living room with the adjoined kitchen.

You concentrate on the kitchen first though, immediately going for the fridge. There's some leftovers in there, not moldy but you're not sure how long they've been in there, so you're not touching them. There are some basics that you could cook with, but the fridge and cupboards aren't totally overflowing with stuff. Just enough to be fine with, you think.

At least there are some snacks.

Taste is supposed to bring back memories too, right?

You munch on some chips as you turn your focus onto the living room.

There are some trophies on display, for sports, music, maths... A bunch of stuff you had no idea you were good at. Except for the sports, you guess, the vigilante stuff seems like it would be physically taxing, so it would make sense that you're good at that. Everything else comes as a surprise.

Apparently you graduated high school and college at the top of your class. Impressive! You unfortunately remember neither. You turn to look at some pictures on the wall instead, some of them of the people who are supposed to be your family, and some of total strangers. Most of them have you on them as well, smiling brightly. Are these people your friends? Probably, why else would you put their pictures on the wall?

Well, this didn't do anything. At least you've learned more about yourself now, even if you don't remember any of it.

Bruce returns after you've made yourself comfortable on the couch with the TV turned on. You hoped that maybe your choice of channel would bring something back, but it was showing the news. After listening to reports of horribly depressing events for 5 minutes you decided to switch the channel to random cartoons, that aren't familiar to you either.

"...Nothing?" Bruce asks, apparently able to see the dejection on your face.

"Nope. Didn't remember anything." You turn the TV off.

"If you've looked at everything, we should go to the Watchtower next, to meet with J'Onn."

"...what's a Watchtower?"

Thanks for reading!!

next chapter: meeting a few members of the Justice League and finding out that aliens exist :]

[lycheeloving]

should I just post the chapter without proofreading... bc to proofread i need to concentrate more than when I'm just slapping the words down and that makes me nauseous bc of my #longcovid #mecfs

you guys will tell me if there are grammatical errors, spelling mistakes or continuity issues, right? 😇

[lycheeloving]

Curious if you would do another yandere mandalorian one-shot? Hooked on your ideas

I’m also interested in seeing a male mandalorian steal his darling (genderless please) back home.

Don’t mind if you choose a canon character or make up a random one for the sake of a plot

Thanks in advance, Anon

I'm definitely planning on at the very least writing something for yandere Din, but I'll probably write for more! I have been thinking about just coming up with a random Mando even, like you said <3

[lycheeloving]

Just finished writing the second chapter (still need to look over it a few more times for mistakes, but other than that it's done) and it's at 2800 words?? I thought it was way shorter... Plus we're still on the second paragraph of the original post that inspired this. How fucking long is this fic going to be...

I'm gonna turn this short little post into a multi-chaptered fic, yay! Here's chapter one. You wake up in the Batcave and you're a vigilante called Nightjar, but you don't know that because you don't remember anything at all. Let's go!

"—ou awake? Nightjar? Can you hear me?"

You open your eyes slowly. Every inch of your body is sore. What happened? You take in your surroundings. Is that some kind of cave?

The guy who spoke earlier is sitting next to you, looking slightly concerned. Why he's wearing a blue mask is beyond you. Or why he's wearing that weird outfit in general... Are you at a costume party in a cave?

"Hello?" He waves his hand in front of your face. "Can you hear what I'm saying?"

"Uh... Yes?"

"Oh, good. We were worried you had a serious concussion, but at least you seem to still understand me. What happened to you, by the way? We found you passed out after you stopped responding to us over comms. Batman is still out there trying to find who did this. If you told us who or what it was, he'd be a lot faster."

You owlishly blink up at him. What is this guy talking about? What the fuck is batman? Also, you were hoping he knew what happened, as you have absolutely no idea where you are or what you did. Or who you are, now that you think about it.

"Um... You really don't know what happened? Because I would love an explanation, actually." You try to sit up, but stop on account of your body feeling worse when you move. You should slow down a bit.

"You don't know what happened?" His eyebrows pinch. "...So you do have a concussion. That sucks. What's the last thing you remember?"

"...Waking up here?" You really don't remember anything else, despite trying really hard. Well, trying as hard as you can before your headache gets too bad.

"Haha, very funny Nightjar. I obviously mean before that."

"..." You just stare at him, and he seems to understand that you're serious.

"You're joking, right?" He starts looking slightly panicked. "What's my name?"

You grimace for a second, before responding: "Uh. Trick question! You haven't told me that yet!"

"Of course I've told you that! Just not today!" Now he looks really panicked. "You don't remember me? At all?"

"No.... But I guess us knowing each other makes more sense than you just being a random guy..."

He turns around and yells through the cave: "Robin! Inform Batman that Nightjar has amnesia!"

You wince at how loud he's being. Your poor ears.

A voice yells back: "What? Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course I'm sure! Inform Batman. Now." He sounds pretty serious. Seems like the amnesia thing is new. And bad.

He turns back to you. "Do you know your own name? What do you remember?"

"Uh. You just called me Nightjar, right? But that's not a normal name, so I assume it's a weird nickname? At least I hope it's not my actual name. But other than that I have no idea. About anything. Like, where we are. Why are we in a damp cave?" And what the hell is a nightjar? A jar you're only allowed to use at night? What a stupid name.

"That's... I'll explain that to you later. Wait here." Obviously you'll wait here, you don't know where else you would go. Also everything still hurts a bit. The guy leaves in the direction of the other voice you heard earlier.

You hear the sound of a car racing into the cave, and then screeching to a stop. Why is a car driving in the cave? Is that even safe?

You hear multiple voices loudly talking over each other, all various levels of upset, but you can't make out what exactly they're saying. The voices come closer, until you can make out the guy who was with you earlier and two other people. One short and dressed colorfully, one tall and dressed completely in black. Both wearing masks. Of course.

The closer they come, the quieter they get, until they completely stop talking as soon as they can see you.

As soon as they reach you, you say: "What is this, some kind of sad costume party?" None of them answer, all looking serious. Not the time for jokes, apparently.

You remember that you don't know what you're wearing, and reach up to check your own face. You're wearing a mask as well, but that's kind of what you expected. You try taking it off, but it appears to be stuck to your face. You tug at it, but it only pulls your skin forward with it. You try to get a nail under it, but all you get from that is a little electric shock. What the hell?

"TT. You were right, Grayson. They would never struggle with their mask like this if they hadn't lost their memories." The short one says, sounding kind of rude. What is his problem?

The one you already know, who's apparently called Grayson, sits down on the cot next to you and gently touches your mask.

"You have to grip the sides like this, see?" He manages to effortlessly get the mask off of your face by putting his fingers in specific places. You mutter a thank you as he presses it into your hands. You turn it around. It looks very similar to the ones the others are wearing. Well, except for that third guy, who has some cowl situation going on.

Now that you're thinking about him, the third guy (who would honestly look kind of scary if it weren't for the little ears on top of his head) has just been staring at you silently. You blink up at him.

"I like the little ears. They're cute." You mimic his little ears on your own head, which makes you discover that moving comes to you more easily now. You sit up a little bit.

He doesn't even crack a smile. "Hrn. We should scan for injuries. Usually I'd call J'Onn to check their mind, just in case the amnesia wasn't caused by damage to their head, but he's off-world right now, so that'll have to wait. Let's just hope that it really is due to natural causes."

"I don't even know any of your names and you're already talking about some John guy? How am I supposed to keep up?" You don't comment on his deep voice, because he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, but it really is super deep. Like, who does he think he is, Darth Vader?

The serious guy answers in a gruff voice: "Don't worry about it. Can you stand?"

You don't know, so you try to stand up. It's fine! You've seemingly mostly recovered from whatever happened, except for some soreness in your entire body still remaining, but nothing too bad. And the amnesia, of course.

You're led to some kind of medical equipment where they do all sorts of tests. (Robin doesn't stick around to see the results, mumbling something about "school tomorrow", before vanishing.)

There's nothing wrong with you that they can see, other than some cuts and bruises and sore muscles.

"It seems like the amnesia really was caused on purpose by whoever Nightjar was fighting earlier. Unfortunately I wasn't able to find any leads when I was inspecting the scene. I have already informed the others to be on the lookout, but we'll need all the help we can get if the amnesia doesn't go away by itself. I might have to call in the Justice League."

You never understand what the serious guy is talking about. Justice League? And who are 'the others'? This is getting annoying, you don't even know any of their names yet! Except for Grayson, you guess. And one of the two others is probably Robin, the one Grayson mentioned earlier. Probably the short guy, because the other one must be the one who arrived in the car. And his voice wasn't that deep when yelling back at Grayson earlier. Unless there's a fourth guy somewhere in the cave where you can't see...

You slump in your seat.

"Are we done here? I'm tired." You think for a second, remembering that you don't even know where you live. Where will you go? Where could you even sleep? Maybe on the cot you woke up on earlier? You turn around to look at it, not looking forward to spending an entire night on there. It's pretty uncomfortable, but better than sleeping on the floor, you guess. If you'll even be able to sleep with the constant bat squeaking.

"Yeah, we're done for now. I can take you upstairs. Come with me." Grayson says, standing up to lead the way, but the big guy stops him.

"We don't know who messed with their head. Maybe Nightjar has been compromised. They could be spying on us. It's best to keep them down here."

"You can't be serious! We don't even know how long they'd have to stay down here, it could take weeks until we figure this out! They're hurt and confused, we can't just leave them down here! There's nothing indicating that they've been compromised!" You like this Grayson guy, defending you like that.

"Better safe than sorry." You really don't like this tall guy. What reason would you have to spy on them? How important does he think he is?

A new voice pipes up. An older guy you haven't seen before, (but then again, who have you seen before?) he must have snuck in, as you didn't hear him. Or he's been here the whole time? He looks angry.

"Master Bruce, I will not allow you to force them to sleep down in the cave. It's bad enough that most nights at least one of you will sleep down here voluntarily. Your obviously hurt child deserves to sleep in their own bed."

"...Your child? What, are you my dad or something?" You look at the guy with the ears.

The old guy looks even angrier at that. "Don't tell me you have neglected to introduce yourself!" 

"There were more pressing matters at hand." Yeah right, Mr Ears.

"It seems to me like you were done with the medical tests. You couldn't even spare a second to explain anything?"

The old guy, who you're liking more and more, turns to you with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"I'm Alfred. The young lad over there is your older brother Richard—"

Richard interrupts him: "Call me Dick." So he's not Grayson then? Interesting.

"The even younger lad you saw earlier is your younger brother Damian." He turns towards the tall guy with a stern look.

"And this incorrigible grump is your father Bruce, even if he doesn't act like it sometimes."

There's only one person left whose name you don't know yet.

"...and who am I?"

Alfred takes a second to compose himself, then tells you your name. He seems sad that you don't recognize it at all.

"So I'm not Nightjar?"

"You are Nightjar, but that's not all of who you are. We will explain more about that tomorrow. I will escort you to your room now, so you can get some sleep." He turns back to the other guys, who you're related to, apparently.

"I recommend that you two get some sleep as well, but past experiences have shown me that you won't take my advice."

He then leads you to some stairs, then up them, only for you to come out behind a grandfather clock. Woah! Secret entrance! How cool!

He leads you through a frankly giant house, then stops in front of a door.

"This is your room. I will leave you to it, but don't hesitate to yell for me if you need anything at all. Are you hungry? I can bring you something to eat before you retire."

He's so nice!

"Um, no thank you, Alfred. I'm not hungry, just tired. Thank you for showing me the way."

"Of course, my dear. I wish you a good night."

"Good night, Alfred." And with that, he leaves.

You open the door to what's supposed to be your room. It's huge, but you don't take the time to look around. You don't even turn on the lights, you just stumble towards the bed, pull the blankets over yourself and fall asleep in your weird, costumey clothes.

[lycheeloving]

A Simple Guide to Not Being Afraid to Write Comments to Fic You Read

I've seen a lot of posts about the current state of fanfiction comments. Writers, especially writers who have been in fandom for a decade or more, are frustrated by the lack of comments, and have noticed a definite decline in comments (and all other forms of reader interaction) in the past ten years or so. Many readers feel daunted by the expectation of leaving comments, afraid they'll do something wrong. As a fandom old maid, the latter confused me for a while, until I realized that most of the people who feel that way probably have not been taught this form of communication.

But your loving fandom elders are here for you. Come along as your auntie tumblr user icemankazansky makes this shit easy.

The easiest way to think of fanfiction comment etiquette is to compare it to something you likely already know: Gift Receiving Etiquette.

Fanfiction began as largely a gift economy. And a lot of it still is! You'll see authors participate in exchanges like Yuletide and Id Pro Quo; those are ficswaps in which authors write for a specific person to specific prompts. And even outside that, fanfiction is not written for money; authors write and post it simply for the joy of creation and community with fellow fans. Fic is posted free for anyone to enjoy. Is that not a gift?

So. When you as a reader finish the chapter or story you're reading and you are faced with the comment box, try to follow the same etiquette you would when receiving a gift. (And even if you didn't love this gift and it's not your favorite gift ever, we already know that it's more useful than the products from your cousin's MLM that they're passing off as gifts, because you read the story. At the very least, it entertained you for the time you took to read it.)

The big rule of gift receiving etiquette is not to insult the person who gave you the gift, either directly or indirectly. That's it. Full stop.

I've been seeing a lot of comments lately that are just along the lines of, "Thank you for writing this story and sharing it with us." A+, top of the class, full marks, you're doing amazing. If you don't feel comfortable commenting on the story itself, that is perfect feedback. And that's the most basic way you respond to a gift, yes? Thank you for the gift. Thank you for thinking of me. Thank you for sharing.

Does this rule mean that you cannot say anything at all that might be negative about anything? No, absolutely not. What you want to avoid is saying something that is, at its core, a negative evaluation of the author or their work. Let's do some examples.

Character A's obliviousness about Character B's MASSIVE crush on them made me so frustrated! I was tearing my hair out internally screaming, "JUST LET HIM LOVE YOU."

✔️ Excellent comment! You're allowed to have all sorts of feelings about things that happen in the story, and in fact authors LOVE to hear about any emotions they made you feel. Yes, frustration is not a positive emotion, but the thing you are expressing frustration about is not the author themselves or their shortcomings.

Contrast that to:

I was really frustrated that it took you so long to post this chapter. The cliffhanger at the end of the previous chapter had me tearing my hair out, and then you just left us hanging FOREVER!

❌ Nope! Here what you are expressing is frustration with the author and how fast they come out with new chapters. Imagine your sister buys you a gift for your birthday, but she isn't able to give it to you until the next week, and you respond with: "What took you so long?" I think Emily Post would frown on that.

Reframing

The way you say something and the point of view from which you give feedback can have a HUGE impact on the message you're sending. Let's take the last comment (the one about wanting an update) and see what happens when we reframe the same sentiment as a positive:

I was SO EXCITED to see that you updated this story! I have really been looking forward to seeing what happened after the cliffhanger in the last chapter.

✔️ Now it's not an insult. The author will be happy to know that you are happy to see new work from them.

This idea extends beyond the story itself: to the fandom, the characters, the pairing, the tropes, etc. Let's do some examples.

I looooove reading about these sexy boys SO IN LOVE even though the movie you're writing about is SOOOOO problematic.

❌ Nope! Assume that the author enjoys the canon, characters, pairing, etc. in the stories they write. This comment is insulting to the author because it basically says, "That thing you love is not great, and you should probably feel bad for liking it." Imagine your aunt gifts you a sweater from a popular retailer, and you respond with, "This is so cute, I love it! It's a shame that it was made in a sweatshop." Do you have a valid point about the canon or the retailer's business practices? You very well might. Is this the proper time and place to talk about it? Absolutely not.

Let's do a reframing exercise. You should be very careful about how you approach commenting negatively on anything in the story that appears in the tags list, but you can make it a compliment and good feedback if you have the right perspective. See the difference with these two approaches:

I kind of think frottage is disgusting, but I liked it in this story.

❌ Nope! You just told the author you think their kink is disgusting. That's like telling your poor aunt who is just trying to keep you warm this winter that she has awful taste in knitwear. Try again.

Frottage normally isn't my kink, but I love your other stories with this pairing, so I decided to give it a try, and I'm SOOOOO GLAD that I did! This story was 🔥🔥🔥

✔️ "This normally isn't my thing, but you made me expand my horizons!" Authors love to hear that. That's like telling your aunt, "I never thought this color looked good on me, but I look so cute in this sweater! I'm so glad you helped me step outside my comfort zone, because I'm the better for it."

thank u, next

The last thing I want to address is this new trend I've seen in commenting lately: placing an order. If your mom surprises you with new headphones, you don't respond with, "I wanted the white ones 🙁," or, "You should get me a new phone, too." It's easy to see why that isn't appropriate in a gifting situation, and it's also not appropriate when commenting on fanfiction.

Let's do some examples:

This fic was soooo cute, but it would have been a million times better if Character A had been with Character C instead of Character B.

❌ There are a few things going on here. Number one, you're telling your mom you wanted the white headphones, not the ones she actually bought you. You're also disparaging the A/B pairing that the author chose to write about, and as we discussed, we can assume that the author wrote the pairing because they liked it. Even if it's not their favorite and/or they also write A/C, they made a choice for this story to be A/B, and the comments section of a fic is not the place to question choices the author made in their own work.

You should write a story where Character Z who is not even in this story does [thing that is vaguely referenced in the B plot].

❌ "You should get me a new phone, too."

I want a sequel. 😞

❌ "Thank you, next!"

You can reframe this kind of sentiment if you are careful about it, and it's not all you say.

I really loved this story. I would be so interested to see these ideas explored further if you ever decide to write more in this universe.

✔️ Not "gimme." Not "more." This is, "If you build it, I will come." It is a HUGE difference.

You already know how to do this. You know how to graciously accept a gift; just use that same etiquette, and boom! Now you know how to fearlessly write a comment to fic you read. You're doing amazing. Go forth and comment.

[lycheeloving]

FOR THE LOVE OF LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL CHECK YOUR BLOG THEME COLOR CONTRASTS. I CANT FUCKING READ YELLOW ON WHITE I CANT SEE YOUR PRONOUNS IN PALE ORANGE ON PALE BLUE I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOUR BANNER IS WHEN ITS IN DARK RED ON DARK GREY. FUCK YOUR LIFE

[lycheeloving]

Why is there almost no Lex Luthor content... I saw him in Young Justice and immediately got inspired lol

Anyways, here's a yandere!Lex Luthor fic, with Superman and Batman trying to rescue you, but do they have good intentions? 👀 (gender neutral reader ofc)

Warnings for mind controlling/altering devices & substances ✌️ and general yandere stuff ofc

You're not the biggest fan of big events with many people, but with Lex at your side, you find you don't really mind anything, even the gala you're currently at.

Holding his hand, you happily watch him as he talks to rich people you couldn't care less about, when he turns to look at you.

You perk up as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You try to lean into it, but he pulls away too fast for your liking. At least you catch a whiff of his scent, he always smells so good...

"Be a doll and get yourself a drink at the bar, would you?"

Ah.

That's code for "we're going to talk about confidential business stuff". Sure. You can spend some time away from him, even if it makes you feel a bit uncomfortable. You'll do it for him!

You silently nod, reluctantly let go of his hand and start making your way across the room towards the bar.

As you're leaving, you make out the word "Justice League". They have been giving him trouble recently, is that what their conversation is about? You can never remember what exactly their issue is with him... He's just a CEO!

Unfortunately the bar is out of earshot, so you can't keep listening, which is exactly why he sent you away in the first place, but you sit on a stool from which you can still easily see him.

He always says that you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about his boring business stuff, so you don't, but he always looks so good when talking about it! So serious and in charge...

After ordering a fun looking cocktail you sigh, already missing him.

You didn't use to like alcohol, but everything tastes better now that you know him, so you indulge in the occasional drink.

You catch yourself staring at Lex. Maybe you shouldn't look at him this much? What if people think he's weird for dating someone who's this obsessed with him? You don't want that for him, he has so much to deal with already... Swishing your drink around, you try to tear your eyes away from him.

You sigh again.

Somebody slides onto the stool next to you and orders a fancy sounding drink. He turns to you.

"Are you ok? I could hear you sighing from across the room."

"I'm fine... I just miss my boyfriend." You hold back another sigh and absentmindedly trace the rim of your glass.

"Oh, so you came here alone?"

"No, he's over there." You subtly point at him. "He's just talking about some important business stuff without me right now."

"Lex Luthor?" He pulls a face as you nod.

"So you're..." He says your name. Apparently people know you! Huh. You hadn't realized.

"I'm Bruce Wayne, by the way."

Now that he mentions it, you don't know how you didn't notice it before. He is quite famous. You probably should have recognized him, but you were too distracted by how dreamy Lex looks...

"What are you doing with him? I mean, he's not known for being fun. Or kind."

He sounds like he's joking, but you don't think it's funny. Your face turns serious.

"You must not know him very well, then."

He holds up his hands in defense. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything. Or him, I guess..." He trails off.

Changing the topic with a grin, he says: "I'm guessing that means I don't have a chance with you?"

You shake your head. He can't be serious.

"...What if I shave my head? Would you consider leaving Luthor for me if I was bald?"

You crack a little smile at that. But your answer remains the same.

"No, I wouldn't leave my Lexie for anyone."

His eyes widen. "Oh, wow, so your relationship is pretty serious, then?"

Why would he even ask that?

"Of course it's serious, I love him!"

He pauses for a moment, seemingly contemplating something.

"...and does he love you?"

You gently touch the spot where Lex last pressed a kiss to your face and look in his direction, only to find he's already looking right back at you. You smile.

"He does." You're sure of it.

Bruce gets up from his chair as Lex starts making his way towards you. "Well, it's been fun, but I'm going to go find someone I actually have a chance with." And avoid a confrontation with Lex.

He winks at you. "Bye!"

You don't say anything back as he leaves, because you're too busy looking at Lex, who's now standing right in front of you. He puts his hands on the bar behind you, caging you in with his arms.

"What did Wayne want from you?"

"Oh, I don't know, nothing important." Already distracted, you reach up to play with his tie.

He raises an eyebrow. "Were you not paying attention to him? Good. Can't have you leaving me for him."

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, even though you know he's just teasing you.

You would never! He smirks as if he can read your mind.

"Well, I have some more business to attend to. I have informed our driver that he is to take you home whenever you wish, while I will be returning to the office."

You pout at him. "I know your work is important, but please don't take too long. I'll miss you..."

He smirks. "I know, darling. I will hurry back to you."

The kiss he presses to your lips is eagerly reciprocated by you, before he gently pulls your hand away from his tie and goes back to the people he was talking to earlier, vanishing through the door.

No reason to stay here now that he's gone, right? You finish your drink and leave the building, but as you turn to look for your driver, you bump into someone.

You go to apologize, but the other guy is faster.

"Sorry! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

His eyes widen and he straightens his glasses.

"Wait! You're Lex Luthors significant other, right?"

You nod with a smile. How lovely that this is what people know you as!

"I'm Clark Kent, with the Daily Planet. I've been meaning to talk to you about-"

Your smile vanishes. "No comment."

Lex told you that no matter what you say, reporters twist it in a way that makes you look bad, and that it's best not to engage.

He seems a bit disappointed at your quick response. "That's fair. But off the record, can I just ask how you met him? As far as I know, you weren't a part of these circles before you showed up on his arm one day."

"Off record?"

He nods.

You think you can trust him, at least with some of it.

"We met at my workplace. I used to be a barista."

Not knowing how to make it sound nice, you leave out the part where you thought he was rude to your coworker and reprimanded him, and how you only grudgingly agreed to go on a date with him because he cornered you after work and threatened to get your coworker fired if you refused.

But it was all a big misunderstanding! During that first date you realized that you really like him and that he's a really good guy!

He just didn't know how else you'd agree to go out with him after you were so angry at the beginning!

"So it was love at first sight?" Kent questions.

"Not first sight, maybe, but I knew he was the one during our first date. It just... felt so right."

Lex, of course, did know at first sight, but he's always been smarter than you, so it's not a surprise that he caught on more quickly.

"Well, thanks for the conversation. I'm going to find someone I can actually interview now, so my boss doesn't get too mad at me. Bye!"

He stumbles towards the building, bumping into someone else. What a clumsy guy! You catch him looking at you again before he enters through the door.

You finally make your way to the driver and get into the limo, driving home in silence.

Time for a lonely night without Lex...

After you get home and get ready for bed, you put on one of his shirts and go to sleep on his side of the bed.

That way you'll definitely wake up when he returns, because he refuses to sleep on your side. He'll have to get you out of the way somehow, probably pick you up...

Burying your face in his pillow where his scent is the strongest, you fall asleep.

A noise from the direction of Lex's home office wakes you up.

You're still on his side of the bed. Did he come home and keep working? Seriously? Maybe he'll let you sit in his lap while he finishes whatever he's doing...

Quietly walking towards his room, you hear low voices. Is Lex on a call? In the middle of the night?

As you make it to the entrance, you can finally make out words. It's not Lex.

"-only let you come because you said you could be stealthy. If I knew you'd be this loud, I would have come here alone."

You sneak a look around the door. Is that Batman? And-

"This is my city, and I know Luthor better than anyone, that's why I came along. Besides, I didn't make that much noise!"

-Superman!

You take a step back. Where is the button that alarms security again...? Next to the bed, right? You start making your way back to the bedroom, but...

"We have company."

You're almost at the button, try to start running towards it, but Superman is in front of you before you can blink. Shit.

"Sorry, can't let you inform anyone that we're here, we still haven't gotten everything we came for!"

He actually looks apologetic. What is wrong with him? Breaking into your home, but pretending to feel bad about it?

He holds onto both of your arms and leads you back into the office, where Batman is tinkering with Lex's computer. What could they be looking for?

"Well, if you're here already, we might as well ask you directly. What do you know about Luthor's mind-controlling technology?" Batman asks you.

Mind-controlling? What would Lex need that for?

"I- I think you've got the wrong person. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"People who usually would never cooperate with Luthor have started working for him, so I got suspicious. After some research I was able to figure out that he uses microchips to control them. But we haven't been able to figure out how to extract them without causing damage to the person they've been installed in."

Batman takes a step towards you.

"So I'll ask one more time. What do you know?"

You really have no idea what he's talking about.

"Wh- What would Lex even use that for? I don't understand!"

"Batman, are you sure they know anything? We're already 99% sure there's a chip inside of them as well, maybe one of its effects is not remembering anything about the chips?"

"It was worth a try." Batman turns to look at Superman. "I assume this means you haven't checked for a chip yet? Make yourself useful and use your x-ray vision."

"Oh, right! Right..." Superman mumbles. "No need to be rude about it."

He focuses his gaze on you. It's pretty unnerving, knowing he's looking inside of you. There's nothing you could hide from him, nothing you could do to make him stop looking at you. You hope he's really only looking inside of you...

After looking at you for too long for comfort, he chimes up: "Yep, there's a chip! Right in the shoulder."

Of course there's a chip in your shoulder, but that doesn't mean you're being controlled!

"That's just a tracker! Lex put it there in case I'm ever kidnapped or something, so he'll immediately know where I am!"

"...You let him put a tracker in you? Voluntarily?" Superman seems confused.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" You're confused as well. Why wouldn't you let him? He did it because he loves you! To take care of you!

Batman doesn't seem to care, only humming in acknowledgement and going back to fiddling with the computer.

That reminds you that Lex put another gadget on you...

Your necklace (beautiful, expensive, and of the letters "LL") sends him a discreet emergency signal as soon as you take it off! You just need to be able to reach it...

"Um... Superman?" You crane your neck to look up at him.

"Do you have to hold onto me like that? I mean, just, what could I do to get away, right?"

You look up at him and try to look as confused and innocent as possible.

You glance at Batman. He seems to not be interested in your conversation at all, instead focusing on the computer. Good.

"You're fast enough to immediately catch me, before I could even take a tiny step! Just- This position is kind of awkward to be in, right?"

Please fall for it, please fall for it...

"Sure, you've been pretty cooperative so far, I don't think we have anything to worry about with you..."

He chuckles, almost embarrassed, then reluctantly lets go of his hold on your arms, flexing his hands.

Holy shit. It worked.

"Nice, thanks!" You smile. What an idiot.

Now you just have to play it cool...

Act natural and normal and not like you're up to anything...

You reach up to rub your neck, as if having turned it to look up at Superman strained it.

Well, it did, but you're mostly doing it to get your hands near the necklace. And now you just have to-

The necklace opens with a quiet click, followed by an alarm sounding from the computer.

Right. You forgot it sends a signal to all of Lex's technology, including the computer in this room. Oops.

Oh well, doesn't really make a difference if they're aware that you alarmed Lex or not. What could they do about it now?

Both Superman's and Batman's heads snap towards you. You smile. Lex should be on his way now.

"Superman, why would you let go of-" Batman cuts himself off. "Doesn't matter. I have the information we came here for. Let's go."

"Are we just going to leave them here?" Superman sounds concerned.

Batman walks towards you, holding something up to your face. "No."

It smells weird, what is that? You feel dizzy, try to pull your head away from it, but Batman is holding onto you, you can't move.

Then, everything goes black.

You wake up on a bed in a bright, unfamiliar room with an ache in your shoulder.

There's a bandage in the spot where your tracker is. Or, used to be, you assume.

Rude of them, to dig around in your body without your permission.

Lex will freak out when he hears about this. He must be looking for you already.

What is this, some kind of infirmary? Where exactly are you?

Just when you decide to get up and try to leave or find out more about where you are, Superman enters the room.

"Oh, you're awake!" He gently pushes you to lie back down. You don't object, you know how strong he is, even if he is being careful right now.

"You shouldn't get up yet, your body should still be adjusting to the chip being gone."

He looks at you with curiosity. Or with hope? You can't quite tell what his expression means.

"Which, by the way, do you feel any different? About Luthor? Any memories popping up that you couldn't remember before?"

Now that he mentions it, some of your time with Lex seems... clearer. You suddenly remember the whole chip thing. And that he's constantly trying to fight (and kill) Superman and the rest of the Justice League. And a bunch of immoral business choices. And villain stuff.

But you still love him.

"I don't feel any different."

Lex must have had a good reason to block those memories from your mind.

Maybe it was for exactly this scenario, so that if the Justice League kidnapped you, you wouldn't be able to tell them anything! Unfortunately they were able to restore those memories, but that doesn't mean that you have to tell them that and make it easier for them!

Superman looks disappointed. "Oh... That's unfortunate."

Why does he seem to be so invested in this? Just because he hates Lex? What does he care if Lex is in a relationship, that shouldn't concern him at all!

"So can I go now?" You throw your legs over the side of the bed and sit up again.

"I mean, now that you know that I wasn't influenced by that chip? You can't keep me here, that would be kidnapping!"

It already is kidnapping, technically.

"Sorry, I can't let you leave." He doesn't look super apologetic about this.

"Batman is still working on something."

"I'm done working on it, actually," Batman responds.

Wait, when did Batman get here? You didn't hear him enter the room...

Superman perks up. "And did you find anything?"

"I did." Batman turns to you, his expression even more serious than usual.

"Blood tests revealed that you are affected by a toxin that messes with your pheromones. After digging through more information on Luthors computer, I was able to find correspondence between him and Poison Ivy. Apparently they made a concoction that is specific to your dna, meaning only you are affected by it, and it causes you to be attracted to him alone. He must have used it as an aftershave or perfume, but it seems pretty long lasting. The effects should last up to a month after exposure."

No. That can't be true.

"You're lying. Lex wouldn't do that. He had no reason to do that, I love him!"

Batman ignores you. "Luckily I was able to synthesize an antidote. Hold still."

You don't hold still, of course, trying to scramble off of the bed, but Superman holds onto you.

"Shhhh, calm down. You'll feel better soon," he whispers, his mouth unnervingly close to your ear.

Batman gets closer to you with a syringe, preparing to inject you with a green liquid.

"This is going to hurt."

"Wait!" you try to protest, but-

-you feel the syringe enter your skin, and then you feel pain. In your entire body.

It hurts! Why does it hurt so much!

You squirm in Superman's grip. Your head feels like it's going to explode.

There's nothing but pain for a few seconds that feel like eternity.

But then- nothing.

You feel nothing. No pain. And-

"Holy shit." You blink.

"Holy SHIT."

What did that fucker do to you?

"I was in a relationship with Lex Luthor? Why did nobody stop me! What is wrong with everyone!"

You blink again.

"I mean, I guess you stopped me. So... thank you?"

Superman lets go of you, seemingly content that you've come to your senses.

Batman seems to be holding back a smirk.

You're not done processing everything yet.

"Why would he-"

You forget what you were going to say and gasp, distracted by a new thought.

"Wait, what the fuck am I going to do now! Where can I go? I moved in with him and he made me break off contact with all of my friends! I don't have an apartment anymore or friends to stay with!"

You look at the two heroes. "D- Do you think he'll look for me? Probably, right? I mean, we were going to get married."

You feel sick.

"Wait, is an engagement legally binding? Fuck. Can I just leave? We didn't make it public yet, but that doesn't make a difference, right? Fuck!"

Superman puts his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll take care of all of that. We won't allow him anywhere near you ever again."

Batman adds on: "And you can stay in the Watchtower for now. That's the safest place for you. He won't manage to get in here."

You frown. "Are you sure that's ok? I don't want to be a burden..."

Superman's smile gets wider, it's almost creepy.

Batman moves closer to you, putting his hand on your other shoulder. You're starting to feel a bit smothered.

"We'll gladly take care of you. For however long it takes."

You wonder if that means forever.

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bodyguard!Aaron Hotchner...

he'd be so stoic and such a rule follower and not let you get away with anything, and you're sooo attracted to him!! (but think he doesn't want you back, you'd have noticed if he did, right?)

but then one day you overhear his boss (who's known him for ages) admonishing him not to get too attached to you, to not let his feelings get involved, and you're like, wait, this is him getting attached? so of course you start flirting with him more until he breaks and you have delicious forbidden sex 😌

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I already posted about my "being yandere is normal for Mandalorians" AU, so here's my first fic for it <3 featuring Bo-Katan :)

gender-neutral reader but deep in my heart (and because Bo just has massive gay vibes) this is for the sapphics. happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈

warnings for the usual yandere stuff I guess, minors dni even if this fic is pretty tame

You should have known better. Everyone told you not to start anything with a Mandalorian, but no, you had just had to flirt with the hot ginger woman who caught your eye the second her helmet came off. (You didn't even know they did that, thought it was forbidden for them, until her little group came into the bar where you were employed and showed you otherwise. She later told you that only some Mandalorians, basically a cult, keep their helmets on at all times.)

As a bar keeper you rarely flirted with costumers, and you really shouldn't have made an exception for her. But you did, which lead to making out (and more) in the dark alley behind the bar almost every day while she was on your planet.

You didn't know that she doesn't just go off with anyone, that you were special. You thought that you were just having some fun, were kind of sad when she had to leave, and told her she didn't have to, when she said she'd come back for you when she was done with her mission.

She insisted, but you thought that she only said that so you wouldn't feel so bad, that she would forget about you as soon as she left.

You should have known that she was serious.

Now here you are, on Mandalor, where she dragged you after you refused to come along willingly.

She was waiting for you in front of your place after your shift at the bar, even though you never told her where you lived. She tried to convince you to come with her, but after you told her that she was nice, really, but you're not leaving your home, your friends, your planet behind for someone you had a fling with months ago, she moved faster than you could anticipate and drugged you with something.

You woke up on her ship, on the way to Mandalor. At least she had the decency to take some of your stuff from your apartment with her.

The mission she was on was taking back the planet, of which she is a princess and was the ruler, the Mand'alor, of. (Or is? You didn't quite understand and didn't care enough to ask anyone to clarify. Either way, it seems like she's a big deal here.) Evidently, it was a success. 

Apparently in Mandalorian culture it's normal to fall (hard) for a person you barely know, and then take them home with you, whether they want to or not, so you can take care of them. Protect them.

Marry them against their will.

You've been told she's your riduur now, and you are hers.

At the beginning you tried asking the other Mandalorians for help, to get you off the planet, but they only laughed at you, like your pleas weren't worth being taken seriously. At least they don't try to stop you when you try to escape. That's Bo's job. She has to prove that she can handle you on her own, as all Mandalorians in her situation have to.

Unfortunately, she can definitely handle you. You never make it far before she realizes what you're up to and catches you like it's the easiest thing in the world. It might be, to her.

At least she's not mad at you for it. Running away, or at least trying to, seems to be expected behavior from you. You can't count how often you heard something like "The first few months are the hardest!" from Mandalorians you passed as she carried you back to your quarters, your kicking and screaming not phasing her in the slightest. You're not sure who they're talking to. The hardest for her, who has to chase after you, or for you, who has literally been kidnapped?

Another thing you hear a lot is people commenting on how much "fighting spirit" you have, to which Bo reacts as if it's something for her to be proud of. You try to get away, and it's honorable for her.

So for a while, you stopped trying to escape, hoping she would be embarrassed, but instead people started commenting on how quickly you accepted your relationship, once again making it seem like Bo should be credited for it. You just can't win.

You have started trying to get away again, though. The only win you could possibly get is leaving this place forever, however unlikely that is to happen. At least you get to join her when she has business on other planets, but that's hardly the same.

You're not running all the time though, because it is pretty exhausting for you, which brings you to now. Just lying on your (unfortunately shared) bed, while Bo is getting ready for the day.

"...I'm bored."

"I did offer for you to come along with me today, but you refused."

She has to do a bunch of diplomacy on planet. If you come along, she'll make you interlock your arms the entire time, as you learned the one and only time you did choose to come with her, hoping it would offer you a new way to escape, but you didn't even manage to get one step away from her.

"Because that's boring, too."

She finishes putting on her armor before responding, then says: "You could train with the others. You are a fighter in spirit, after all, just lacking in technique."

You perk up at that, sitting up from where you were lying on the bed. Was she really going to let you learn how to fight? Wouldn't that just make things harder for her? Well, it's not like you could ever catch up to her lifetime of training... But still.

"You'd let me do that? Really?"

"Really. But I will have to arrange for you to join the training first. Adults don't usually train with the younglings, but I'm sure they'll make an exception for you."

Wait, younglings?

"I'd have to train with children?" You can't think of anything more humiliating. Especially because they're probably capable of kicking your ass already, at least with adults you could reason that you never stood a chance at all.

"Oh cyare, the grown-ups are too advanced for you. You'll have to learn the basics first. Mandalorians do so when they're young, so you'd have to train alongside the little ones."

She pauses for a second.

"Unless you want me to teach you in private, of course, but that will have to wait for another day."

Your mind flashes with visions of her pressed close to you, guiding your body into the correct position, sparring with you, throwing you onto the ground, her on top of you, holding you down—

"I think I'll pass." Let's not analyze whether those thoughts mean she's starting to wear you down, making you accept your situation, or whether you're just pent up.

"And you're sure you don't want to come with me? There's going to be breakfast."

Last time you came with her and there was food, it was weird fruit that you didn't manage to eat without getting juice all over yourself, while somehow Bo managed to look dignified and not spill a single drop.

You felt like a child, not only because of the sticky juice on your face, but also because Bo insisted on cleaning you up, as if you couldn't do it yourself. If that happens again, you might not feel so out of place if you were to train with the younglings.

"I'm positive."

"Well, then I can't help you with your boredom. And you'll have to get breakfast yourself. You're free to roam the place as always, but be careful, ok? You know how to contact me if you need me."

And she knows how to tell if you're trying to escape, because of the tracker in your shoulder.

You only hum in response. Maybe later you'll try to figure out a way to get the tracker out without it immediately alerting her. Again.

You should do it when she's in the middle of something important, in case it doesn't work. At least you'll have inconvenienced her.

"How long is your... thing going to take again?"

Unfortunately, she sees right through you. "Why? So you can do something stupid when I'm right in the middle of it? I'll be back when I'm back."

She presses a kiss to your forehead, despite your efforts to lean out of the way, then picks up her helmet on her way to the door.

"See you later, riduur." And with that, she leaves the room.

You let yourself fall back onto the bed.

Breakfast is probably going to take about an hour... You should get breakfast, too, and then wait until it's been at least three hours before trying to get that tracker out again. Three hours sounds like it should be the right amount of time.

Maybe you can even manage to steal a knife somewhere instead of having to use glass shards like last time.

You just have to find something to do in the meantime, so you don't die of boredom.

Do Mandalorians do arts and crafts? Maybe you will pay those younglings a visit, just in case.

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ok so. I'm thinking about i guess an alternate universe where being yandere is kind of normal in Mandalorian culture... hear me out..:

Most of them aren't yandere, but the ones who aren't don't think it's weird when someone else is. I'm thinking they're mostly yandere for people who aren't Mandalorian/warriors though, that way they can justify it to themselves (and others) that they have to protect the object of their affections. So it's acceptable for a Mandalorian to drag an unwilling darling home "for their own good", it's not a super rare sight and nobody will bat an eye.

They probably have a specific word for that kind of relationship, but at the end of the day it's treated like any other marriage even if one of them didn't want it.

Maybe they even have rules, like other Mandalorians aren't allowed to help when a darling escapes, the yandere has to be able to deal with that by themselves, prove that they "deserve" to keep their darling and that they can take care of them.

Or if the darling manages to get away and stay away for a month the Mandalorian has to accept that they've been outsmarted and has to give up, plus maybe they can't punish their darling for fighting back or trying to escape for a certain amount of time (maybe a year? or maybe forever, actually?), so they can "get it out of their system", but also because they respect fighting, they're usually glad that their darling is showing some spirit (and if they don't try to escape at all, that just proves that they were made for each other and/or that the darling needs protection).

[I'm writing a Bo Katan fic for this concept! But I might write for other characters too if anyone wants that & my Star Wars phase lasts long enough]