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What We Want - Chpt. 5 - Meet The Adams Family

In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe

(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!

SUMMARY

Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.

Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?

As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.

And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.

Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?

(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)

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The first thing you’d done when you woke up, still somehow in the Wayne manor, was pull out not-your phone and check the date. When it tells you that you are not, in fact, in some weird version of a time loop, you feel some measure of relief. The second thing you do is look your own damn name up on Google. There were over 3 million results. You have a Wikipedia page. If that hadn’t made you want to gag, the press from last night had you bumbling your way into the ensuite bathroom and puking into the toilet.

It’s still sitting on the bathroom floor, nauseous and achy and sweaty, your mouth washed out but still tasting foul, that you continue your research.

It’s just as you had suspected, your family was dead. Still dead. Well, shit. In the light of day, you supposed that made more sense. That there was no real reason to assume otherwise. You hadn’t for most of yesterday, but as soon as you’d thought that maybe there was a chance, your hopes had been dashed. Which was good, rip the bandaid off and all.

It was good. Things were good. They were fine, you were fine. You really wish you were a better liar.

Again you wash your mouth out. Root around the cabinets for some medical-grade mouthwash, do it again, and then you throw yourself into the shower. Again. You notice the soap smells like whoever’s clothes you stole. Refreshing and awakening, that mint and earth again. You think you can detect something floral in it too. It’s still masculine, but…

Wow, you are such a freak! You put down the fucking soap and manage to resist the urge to slam your head into the tiles. Your headache was bad enough already.

When you leave the bathroom, you glance at the door, and then down at your towel. Guess you’re stealing some more apparel. You find a Superman shirt, give it a judging glance, and then pick out a black T-shirt with ‘The Beatles’ across the front, and some sweatpants. You have to roll up the pant legs so you don’t trip and fall flat on your face.

One hand scrolling through Twitter and TikTok and Reddit and every single piece of social media you could find, getting the people’s source of news and you get the high overlords’ one when you turn on the huge TV attached to the wall. The remote kind of confuses you at first, but you manage to find the good ol’ Gotham news channel.

Immediately, you’re greeted by your miserable mascara-streaked face. You turn the TV off. You take a deep breath. Turn it back on. Luckily it’s not just you getting your private moment of trauma blasted open in the media. Your party had been filled with Gotham’s elite, after all. You weren’t the only rich idiot left crying by the side of the road.

You weren’t the only one who had to suffer. There had been twenty-eight casualties, in total. A small amount, considering the man behind the deaths. The Joker wasn’t known for his cleanliness. You tell yourself that, and yet still, you can’t make them just numbers. They’d been standing right next to you, after all. All in the same boat, all waiting for the axe to swing, secretly hoping you’re the one who lives to the next day. Only one of the party guests had been shot, and that’s because you think they’d personally pissed off the Joker. That’s what Twitter says, anyway. There were multiple video recordings of the altercation, and it didn’t look like he’d been the smartest banana in the bunch. The TV is a lot sweeter on the dead soul.

You feel sorry for all the dead. You still don’t think this rich heir should be the face you see, though. When you check his name, you find several forgotten assault cases. Assault, rape, just like that disappearing bastard had tried to do to you. That female janitor you’d seen shot had done more for this city than that guy ever had.

Did her family know? Did she have a family? Someone to mourn her? You’d never thought about that before. How many people out there wouldn’t have anyone to even remember them?

It’s none of your business, in the end.

After a whiles more research, you switch the TV off and tuck your cracked phone into the sweatpants. You know where your mother’s grave is, on the west side of the estate. Wikipedia knew all, which was now kind of creepy to you as it knew all about you as well. Really, you couldn’t believe it. Your mother, buried with the Waynes? You’d always thought she should find someone new, someone who’d appreciate her, unlike your father who had dipped as soon as Sam was born.

You couldn’t even remember the guy. Still, you remembered that he’d smelled bad and made your Mum do everything, and was just generally all around the worst choice for a husband.

But, Jesus Christ, Bruce Wayne? Absolute insanity. You had no idea how the two of them would’ve even met. Let alone fall in love and get married. Your mother was one of the loveliest women on earth but… they had absolutely nothing in common, other than having troublesome kids. And you hadn’t seen her getting lovey-dovey with the other PTA mums.

You walk out of the room you’ve borrowed and into the hallway. In the light of day, the Wayne manor is much less creepy, and you can find it in yourself to appreciate the antique space. Warm sunlight falls over dark oak furniture, illuminating your bare feet as you walk along the Persian rug. Your fingers trail along all the tiny little decorations, some annoying part of you demanding you leave traces of yourself behind. Your fingerprints dirty an old clock, a golden candelabra, a lamp and a tiny spinning globe.

You might’ve gotten lost in a place this huge if you couldn’t hear people’s voices floating down the halls. They were too far away for you to be able to tell what they were saying, but you could still hear them. They’re to the west, so you’re definitely going to have to go past them.

You follow the voices and eventually come to a stop in a hallway. You can smell food. Good, real food. The type that makes your instant-ramen-powered body salivate. The people are in the kitchen, right around the corner. You duck your head and quickly sneak past the mostly closed doorway. On the other side, you pause, your curious self unable to leave just yet.

“She needs help,” Bruce says, and you mentally curse. Balls. You didn’t want to hear this. You guess this was instant karma for snooping. Maybe they weren’t talking about you?

Why did that sound very unlikely…

“She went through a lot last night,” he continues, which, well, yes, you did go through a lot, “And he said that she saw a woman get shot right in front of her. It makes sense if she doesn’t want to talk yet.”

He? Who’s he? Who ratted you out? Wait, dumb question, the four other witnesses who saw the janitor get shot. You were still pretty sure the Waynes weren’t supposed to know that, but everybody knew those GCPD pigs were always just a dollar away from whatever you wanted them to do. It’s not surprising that the Waynes know details only the police should know at the moment.

…It is a bit disappointing, though. You chose to have hope in them, that they’d gotten that information legally. Your fatal obsession with the Waynes wasn’t going to disappear after one miserable party. You wished it would.

“She was acting strange before that,” Timothy Jackson Drake’s smooth voice drifts from the kitchen. You were still a little starry-eyed over him, which was… bad, you think. It’d definitely make whatever relationship the two of you had been forced into a whole lot more difficult. It did not need to be any more difficult.

“Are you accusing her of something?” Bruce Thomas Wayne’s voice is gravelly in comparison, angry, maybe. Also, ‘accusing’? What could he even be accusing you of? It was pretty obvious you weren’t capable of anything nefarious, you were far too stupid for that. You were a plastic bag drifting along the Gotham river, barely able to affect which direction you flowed in.

“God no. And I definitely wouldn’t do it with her listening, that’d be rude.”

Your breath hitches, and you push off from the wall. Busted, damn. Your face feels unbelievably hot. As you leave, you can hear Mr Wayne scolding his adopted son. You walk until you can’t hear their voices anymore, and then a little further, finding an exit door.

You stumble out onto a stone staircase, probably a servants’ one in the olden days. You move down it, hand gripping the railing. You’re barely conscious of where you’re going. There’s a path that leads away from the stone manor and further into the estate, and you follow it. When you spot a small gated area, with stone obelisks and angel statues, you veer off the path and onto the grass.

Hissing out a breath, it’s only now you realise you went outside without any shoes on. Your toes curl in the cold, wet grass. It’s a miserable feeling, and you want to walk right back inside. And then you think about the awkward conversation waiting for you, take a breath and keep going. The gates swing open easily under your hand, the golden embossed ‘W’ glinting in the light.

A guardian angel stands before you. Its stone face is disapproving, glaring down at you from above. ‘Interloper,’ it calls you, but you move past it without pausing. It’s pretty obvious which graves are the new ones and which are the old ones. They’re all clean and well-kept, but the ones to the left have dates going back hundreds of years, and the ones to the right only decades. Your eyes follow the rows of graves. Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne…

Your breath whistles out of you, nearly muffled by the grey morning wind.

And your mother. She has a different last name, now another Wayne. Your siblings don’t, which makes sense. You’re surprised to find many of your extended family also in this graveyard. Your grandmother. Your uncle and aunt. A few of your cousins.

It’s cold this morning, and you’re out here with only a thin T-shirt on. Shivering, you rub your palms against your bare arms. It doesn’t do much. Still, you don’t want to go inside yet. Instead, you crouch in front of Sam’s grave, eyes reading the tiny epitaph. It’s not the one you wrote.

‘Beloved Son and Brother.’

Simple, clean-cut, formal… unfamiliar, you suppose. Yours had been much more flowery, ‘All the colour in the world is gone without you’. It was a bit silly, but you’d never said you were a poet. You’d just known you’d wanted something that represented them, if poorly.

Sam was a beloved son and brother. But that wasn’t who he chose to be. He liked colours. He’d change his favourite every other day, so he liked everything rainbow. It made it easier to choose which one he’d like next, he said. You were always buying him more and more coloured pencils because he’d wear them all down to the tips, he dyed the cat a bright red headache, much to your mother’s horror, and considered it his personal job to make every single birthday, christmas, and easter card. He’d paint on the walls in washable markers, and you’d often been the one to volunteer to help him get it all down. In school, he always had the best art project out of the entire class, even if you were slightly biased.

He was a colourful kid. He wasn’t… a plain grey tombstone. Nothing to help remember him, because you were always losing more and more of their precious memories.

The others had similarly impersonal graves. Just what they were, not who. Mother, sister. Nothing that spoke of how they’d lived their lives, what the world had lost when they’d died. It was… you didn’t think it was right. It was a disaster, really. Even when you’d had to rely on the Wanye Foundation donations, you’d managed a better resting place than this.

You suppose you’d never gotten them into the Wayne family’s personal graveyard, though. That was a bit of an upgrade, you guess.

“You need to come back inside. You’re worrying my father.”

“Jesus Christ!” you shriek, leaping backward. Your foot catches on one of the cobblestones, and you end up tipping back farther than you mean to, your ass bruising against the ground. You bump another gravestone, and there’s a horrible moment where it gives a little and you think it’s going to knock over.

It doesn’t. A shining miracle on your day.

From your slightly wet seat on the ground, you look up, finding one such Damian Al Ghul-Wayne. His towering height is the first thing you notice, second his stunning emerald green eyes. Both were incredibly shocking in their own ways, but his height really was almost dizzying. Perfect brown skin and a stylish 'long on the top, short on the sides’ black haircut, paired with the sort of face some European model might have, all come together to make sure you feel as pathetic as possible. His posh-looking outfit doesn’t help.

Neither does the fact he just watches you. He doesn’t even pretend to bend over to help you up. Which you’re sort of grateful for, honestly. It’d just make you more embarrassed. You didn’t know if you could hold the hand of your celebrity crush and… well, be normal. Pretend to be normal. You weren’t doing a very good job of it anyway.

You have to wonder, which was the worst introduction? The drunk, the bloody, or the one where you fell on your ass? God, you really are screwing this all the way up. You wonder how you’re inevitably going to make it even worse. There’s a part of you that desperately doesn’t want to meet any of the other Waynes, even as another part of you is screaming that it needs to.

If they knew they had a fangirl in their graveyard, you’re sure they’d kick you out. That was why you were lying about everything, not because you had intimacy issues.

Stop thinking, you idiot! You’re only making things more difficult for yourself with all your worrying and fretting. And maybe you should get off the ground, you looked stupid. You push to your feet, wiping your dirtied hands on the sweats.

He still doesn’t say anything when you stand, still just staring at you. His open staring is far too intimidating, so you scrounge for something to say.

“Your father? You- Is he alright?” you stammer over your words, giving Damian Wayne an awkward smile. He doesn’t return it, instead canting his head towards one of the windows.

You look toward where Damian Wayne gestured to, find nothing but an empty window frame, and then back to the ridiculously tall man. You swear, the guy had grown like a bean pole. He had to be something ridiculous, like 6’5, or maybe more. You were fairly certain you’d been taller than him at twelve, or thirteen, whenever it was he was first introduced to the world as Damian Wayne. Now, now… not so much.

“There’s nobody in there?” you ask, like you’re questioning your sanity. You are.

“My father’s shy,” He says, coolly shrugging one shoulder.

What. Bruce Wayne? Shy? Was he joking or something?

Damian Wayne stares down at you with narrowed green eyes, and dark brows in a harsh frown. His arms are crossed over his rich kid sweater, shiny black shoes tapping against the cobbles. That’s not the face of someone who makes jokes, you think.

You swallow, mind whirring as you try desperately to fix this conversation, “Right. Okay. I’ll… I’ll come back inside, then. Sorry for bothering you guys.”

He keeps staring at you. He doesn’t seem bothered.

“Sorry for bothering him?” you correct.

Damian gives one slow, cat-like blink of his eyes, and then turns with a tsk and walks away. It takes you a moment to realise you’re meant to follow him. It takes you even longer to actually catch up with him because he’s so fucking tall.

On TV he didn’t look this tall. You feel kind of betrayed, which is weird.

As you’re walking along, getting closer back to the manor, a stick or something pokes you in the foot. You curse, grabbing your foot. Thankfully you don’t start bleeding or something. You’d already be tracking dirt all over the inside of the impeccable space, you didn’t want to bring blood in as well. It takes a moment for you to realise the sound of Damian’s footsteps crunching in the grass has stopped, and you glance up.

He’s staring right at you again. He looks even less impressed with you, raising an eyebrow and mouth ticking downward. You put your foot down and tuck your hands behind your back in a very obvious anxious display.

“You went outside not wearing any shoes?” Damian Wayne asks, incredulous.

“I was… yeah, I forgot to,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. Not your best moment, but you weren’t really having any of those today. Or yesterday. Or the day before. Maybe you should stop thinking about that, actually.

“That’s disgusting,” The young Wayne sneers, and then turns and gives you his shoulder.

You think your heart maybe cracks a little. Well, they do say to never meet your idols. Maybe whoever wrote that quote had you in mind specifically, because now you were in… this situation. Ex-step-sister. If that was a thing. Your Wikipedia page said that you said that a lot, very insistent that you had absolutely nothing to do with the Waynes.

…It didn’t really look like you had nothing to do with the Waynes, from an outsider's perspective. Which obviously didn’t make any sense, since you were… you. You were not an outsider, not anymore.

This was too complicated. You needed a coffee. With like, so much sugar it’ll make you bounce from the walls.

Damian strides up the side entrance’s staircase and through the door, leaving it open for you to follow through. You hesitate at the doorway, looking over your shoulder to the graveyard. The statue calls you names in the distance, and although you feel like a stranger who doesn’t belong here, you manage to step back into the house.

You force yourself to walk through the hallway and into the kitchen, fists clenched tight at your side and your shoulders bunched up to your ears. Bruce Thomas Wayne, Timothy Jackson Drake, and the butler from earlier. Damian Al Ghul Wayne steps around the trio, picking some drink from the counter and moving to sit at the dining table at the edge of the room. There’s an open book on the table that he starts flicking through, and well, apparently that’s the end of your first conversation with the youngest Wayne.

You did… well, alright might be pushing it. You're still going to say you did alright.

Tim Drake gives you a sweet smile, catching your attention. The silky raven hair of his heart-shaped fringe falls over his beautiful, pale face, and for a moment there you totally forget that he’d called you out earlier like that. Which was just, such an odd thing to do. His hand lifts to scratch at the buzz cut under the floppy strands of hair. The movement mesmerises you. You look away from his sky blue eyes, very quickly realising they’re robbing you of the few remaining brain cells you have. And you need those, damn it. Especially because you’d already made the decision to hide from all your problems like a baby. Negative, negative…

“How’re you doing today?” Tim asks you, giving you a friendly greeting. It’s a welcome olive branch.

“I’m good,” you lie like you breathe, eyes glancing around the space. Bruce Wayne has his phone out and a mug of coffee in his hands. He sips from the cup, his focus swallowed by the tiny screen. You glance back over to Damian Wayne. Huh, it really does run in the family.

Your neck prickles, and you glance back at Tim again. You get a brief vision of his tired, unsmiling expression, and then it’s back to the angelic and gentle smile. You smile back at him, a wretched, awful twisting of the lips that you hope doesn’t look like a grimace.

Tim’s smile turns into a grin. It’s really too pretty and makes you shift in your seat uncomfortably. Damn it all, look away!

“Would you like some breakfast, young miss? I’m afraid we’ve run out of pancakes, but I’d be happy to make some more for you,” the butler says in an awfully familiar British accent. You think you know this person, but you can not remember from where. Shit. Your memory was bad on the best of days, much less after… after an event like last night.

Anyway, the food from earlier had been pancakes. Despite the delicious scent, you really didn’t want to make him make any more food for you. You felt like you were intruding as it was.

“Do you have any toast, or… cereal?” you suggest instead, wondering if rich people even bother with cereal. The butler chuckles, and you think, ‘Oh, yeah, probably not’.

“We have both, miss. Master Grayson has a particular fondness for cereal, in fact,” he informs you, which, oh, cool. You did in fact know that, you stalker you. You’d totally forgotten about that weird fact or the weird fact that you knew that weird fact. Dick Grayson has an Instagram where he posts reviews of different cereals, which of course you have notifications on for.

“It’s more of an obsession,” Tim says, resting his palm in his hand as he… continues to stare at you. Nobody else thinks his ogling is strange, so you try to ignore it as well. Try is the choice word.

“I like cereal too. It’s normal,” you say in defence of Dick, a natural and instinctual urge.

And apparently, the fact that you like cereal is fucking shocking, judging from the open-mouth looks the group gives you. Oh no, you’re supposed to hate him, right? You’re supposed to hate them all, actually. What had you called him on your phone? Something about being annoying and a dickhead?

Swallowing your inner scream, you move around the counter and towards the cupboards. Whatever, they’ll have to deal with this new and improved version of you, which didn’t despise everyone in the room. Along with being a terrible liar, you were also pretty bad at keeping secrets.

You don’t want to think about that, so instead you turn to Alfred.

“So,” you start, “Can I see your cereal collection?” you ask, like a totally normal person. Man, this cupboard’s looking pretty head-smashable right now.

This family has more tact than yours did, because they all manage to put their eyes back to what they were doing and pretend you weren’t acting really, really out of character. Rich people. They’re good at overlooking the crazy.

“Of course,” the butler clears his throat, “In here, you’ll find Master Dick’s collection-” score! Not another fan can claim this right, “-and in the fridge a carton of milk. Are you sure I couldn’t serve it for you, miss? I understand you might still be a little…”

His voice trails off. Little what?

He glances at the others and then leans in close like he’s going to tell you a secret. Behind a hand, he whispers, “Hungover.”

Ah. Well, yes, but you were a big girl who could make her cereal, even on hangover days. Kind of embarrassing it was that obvious, though. You were usually better at hiding how much of a mess you were.

“I’ll be fine, thank you,” you say, and the butler nods and backs off. You’re pretty sure at this point that he was the one who called you yesterday morning, but you still couldn’t quite recall his name. When you were out of sight, you’d check your phone for his contact information.

See? You could do this. Stealthy.

As you start perusing through the cereal options, Tim gets up from his spot by the counter and comes to stand next to you at the breakfast bar. He heads straight to the coffee machine, and you glance at it longingly.

It’s one of those cafe-quality fancy espresso makers, with an Italian name embossed in silver on the top. Tim manipulates the machine like a master, which you’re very jealous of because it might as well be alien technology to you. You miss your shitty drip coffee, at least that dingy little machine was loyal to you. Better than George.

“Coffee?” Tim Drake offers, glancing at you. Ah, the starry eyes are back. While Damian Wayne had been a mildly disappointing introduction, Mr. Drake was just reinforcing your celebrity worship. And of course, because your brain works against you, his offer reminds you of the daydreams you’d had on your first twenty-first birthday. Coffee shop au real person fiction- a new low, even for you.

Flustered, you look up at the ceiling. The old mansion is decorated in every single available corner, the plaster above spreading across the entire surface with delicate filigree and pretty curling patterns. It’s gorgeous, absolutely entrancing. That’s what you tell yourself at least.

“Please,” you say, your voice just the slightest bit too quiet. He hears you anyway.

It’s surprisingly domestic. Of course, you don’t know any of these people past face value and Wired YouTube interviews, but… it’s quite indulgent. This is sort of your dream, isn’t it? A full house of people enjoying their morning together. Peaceful bird song drifting in through open windows. The comfort of being around people you trust, not having to perform or put on a show. Well, you are very much putting on a show right now. It’s the thought that counts, or whatever.

“What would you like in it? We have sugar, milk, oat milk, and I like having a few syrups on hand,” Tim chatters excitedly, listing off the different ingredients he has on offer. Your poor ass stares at his rich one, and you are very rudely reminded these people live in different tax brackets than you.

Who the fuck had coffee syrups in their house? You could barely afford the little treats of caramel syrup you get every couple of months. The disappearance of the middle class was one you had witnessed personally.

You rattle off a very basic, bland order. Tim looks sort of disappointed in you which… well, you could be a coffee snob. You just didn’t have the time, usually. A flat white kept you going through the day, you didn’t need anything else. And so, Tim hands you a very bland coffee, and it is god sent. You can’t imagine how good it would be if you had mustered up your courage and asked for some caramel syrup.

Huh, you could be a coffee snob. You could be anything you wanted, really. And your first thought is being a coffee snob. Good God.

“Are you going to be staying?“ Bruce Wayne asks, immediately putting you on the spot. You weren’t ready for this, you were thinking about the coffees you could buy. Oh no, you really aren’t ready for this.

“At least for now, right?” Tim Drake says, just making it all the more stressful. You let out an awkward chuckle, fingers tight around your drink.

“Oh, I don’t want to be an inconvenience-”

Damian Wayne slams his mug down on the table, so hard a crack splinters up its side. He picks the cup up, strides across the kitchen, narrowed green eyes meeting yours for a second, and then he dumps the cup in a secret rubbish can. He murmurs an apology to the butler and then is out of the room.

Okay, well, you certainly feel like an inconvenience.

The butler clears his throat, and says, “Please forgive young master Damian. He’s been having a difficult time recently, I hope you can understand.”

And you think, ‘bitch, a difficult time?! He’s not the one who almost died last night!’ but what you say is, “Of course, I completely understand. I don’t want to bother him anymore so I’d really like to leave today.”

Mr. Wayne laces his fingers together, blue eyes giving you an assessing look.

“Stay for the day, and you can leave tonight. I want to make sure you’re truly alright,” he eventually says, and the mere presence of the man has you yielding to his commands. Didn’t really matter you were an adult who’d managed to survive this long on your own, you were listening to the big scary guy when he told you what to do.

Well, that’s that! You make your cereal and have a very quiet breakfast. You can’t tell if they’re being quiet because you’re here, or if mornings are usually like this. You hope they’re usually like this. Once you’ve finished your very nice cereal (one of the highest rated on Dick’s Instagram) you place the bowl by the sink. You want to wash it, but when you ask Alfred he gives you a look like you kicked his dog. Okay, you’ll just go then.

You’re about to sneak away, when you realise Tim’s staring at you… again…? But this time he seems quite focused on your clothing. His eyes follow the double lines on the side of your sweatpants, before settling on the Beatles logo on your shirt. He hums at it. Raises his brows.

“I’m sorry, I borrowed this because I didn’t have any other clothes. Is there something wrong with me wearing this?” you ask, and then experience a moment of horror, “This doesn’t belong to you, does it?”

“Hmm?” Tim chirps, “Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s not mine.”

And then he turns away from you in a very clear dismissal. Nice, you really wanted to go hide for an hour or two. With one last awkward wave to Bruce Thomas Wayne, you scurry out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom you’d started thinking of as yours. You need to figure out how you're going to handle all this, and you're going to do it alone. Maybe with some dessert, if you can find it. You wouldn't say you think better with sugar running in your veins, but it definitely makes you more willing to deal with the bullshit that is your life. Hopefully it'd work in your new one, too.

Tim listens to your retreating footsteps, waiting till you’re far enough away to begin talking to Bruce. Humans were creatures of habit, so you’d probably be going back to the same room you slept in last night. He thinks Damian and him were the only ones who noticed whose shirt you were wearing, B’s off his game today. You’ve really managed to mess him up, to Tim’s delight.

“See? Dames was totally fine with her being here,” Tim says, cheerily enjoying his youngest sibling’s suffering. Bruce sighs, witheringly, lifting his hand to rub against the headache he always has. He’s probably noticed the excited, slightly fanatic gleam that’s entered into Tim’s eyes.

It was sort of obvious. This was all so exciting! You’d come back, sporting absolutely none of the defensive vitriol you usually have, and ate breakfast together. You took a coffee out of Tim’s hands. You’d willingly spoken to the devil, who everybody in the family knew hated you as much as you hated him, and even more than that-

You’d spoken to Bruce. Tim was sporting the idea that you’d gotten head trauma, at this point in time.

“Okay, fine. You get the mission, but-” Tim has to resist the urge to clap his hands together like a gleeful child “-but no extra cameras. I’m serious, Tim, if I find out you’ve invaded her privacy just after she’s starting to warm up to us again-”

“She wouldn’t know,” Tim complains, cutting the Bat off with a roll of his eyes.

“She’s smarter than you’d think,” Bruce shakes his head. Tim has to disagree, after the catastrophe that was last night. Unless of course, you were just playing with them all. So many options, it’s dizzying.

“We’ll shelve that argument for later. So, I want full control of the case, and in turn, I’ll do another two weeks as CEO,” Tim waves off Bruce’s complaints, going straight into haggling. The CEO position was tossed between the two of them like a hot potato, and it was one of Tim’s favourite bargaining tools.

“I am absolutely not agreeing to that, a month and nothing less.”

“This is why half your children don’t talk to you, but sure, whatever. Chase away your last, loyal loving son-”

“My God, Tim. Three fucking weeks, and if I hear another word I will hand this matter over to Grayson,” Bruce sighs, sounding a bit defeated.

Tim gives an offended gasp, placing his hand against his chest. And then he realises Bruce might actually be serious, and freaks out a bit.

“He’d be bad for it. Far too personally involved. You definitely don’t want to do that,” he says, leg bouncing under the table. Of course, the Bat notices, but he doesn’t mention it. He wouldn’t take this from Tim, they both knew he was getting too frazzled around the edges. He needed something to focus on, to ground him.

You were the perfect project. He loved his projects.

“I am aware. But the girls are out of town, and uncontactable. And I think if I gave Damian this assignment the two of them would kill each other.”

“No Jason option, sir?” Tim says because he’s a shit-stirrer and wants to get to work.

Tim succeeds in chasing Bruce away. He’s left to have his coffee in peace as the old man quickly flees the room at the mention of the son he's on the worst terms with. For the next few hours, Tim taps away on his computer, enjoying his time.

And when the front doors open, his ears prick, and a decidedly evil grin spreads on his face.

“I’m home!” Dick calls out, words travelling through the grand manor.

Tim gets up from his seat and wanders leisurely to the main hall, where Dick stands. He’s got a suitcase by his side, filled with all the things he’s brought up from the Blud. When he spots Tim, Dick’s face spreads in a familiar sunny smile. He quickly rushes to Tim’s side, swallowing the younger brother in a hug. Tim groans at the tight squeezing.

Despite his clinginess, it was good to see him. His tanned skin glowed healthily, and his curly black hair was messy over his brow. Sapphire blue eyes sparkled. He was happy to be home, despite everything that was going on. Dick always looked like he’d just gotten back from a run because he usually had. It was hard to get the guy to sit still for even a minute, much less stop parkouring over every imaginable surface.

“Tim! How’s it been? Ah, it’s so good to be home,” Dick starts, and again, Tim groans. When Dick starts yammering he never stops.

“I’m good, man. We can talk later, you should go put your things away before Alfred does,” Tim reminds Dick, and Dick pouts. It was a general rule that unless it was cooking, the family wasn’t supposed to rely on Alfred for everything.

“Alright, alright. I’ll be down in a minute! I have so much to tell you,” Dick relents, hand lifting to mess with his hair. Tim pushes him off, glaring at the man, and Dick laughs.

Tim gives Dick a tired wave as the gymnast bounds up the stairs to his bedroom. Tim watches him disappear down the hallways, and thinks, ‘I wish I could see this happen.’ He sighs, guess he’ll just have to hear Dick retell the story later. The distant sound of your shrieking voice has him chuckling. Yeah, he’ll hear about it later, he’s sure.

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phantoms-world-and-more · 6 months

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Dani was just exploring when she came across an underground lab filled with large tubes filled with pale green liquid. She counted six in total and quickly realized that the teens inside were clones. So what does Dani do? She rescues her fellow clones and brings them to Danny and Frostbite where it's discovered that members of the Justice League had been cloned. The superman clone was a little unstable due to them having been manipulated into being female.

The clones are of

Batman

Superman

Wonder Woman

Flash

Aquaman

Black Canary

The clones decide to stick around Dani since they don't know what else to do. They end up buying a van and start traveling and fighting crime together. They eventually catch the attention of the league and when one them tries to approach the van. One of them floors it and Dani phases them through a building so they wouldn't end up as ghosts or full ghost in Dani's case. Now the league is freaking out because their teen clones are on the loose and they don't know what type of chaos several super powered teens could cause. They also have no idea who Dani is and who she's a clone of, or if she is a clone, so that makes it worse for them. Dani and her friends have no idea what type of chaos they've caused and decide to go get pizza in the next state over.

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halfagone · 2 months

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Danny, You Need To Calm Down

Me: "I need to nerf Danny a bit for this fic. I should have him only reveal and use his intangibility."

Danny: *is still BAMF and kicks ass*

Me: "Hmm... I did not think this through."

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I am serious, though. If you're creative enough and have watched enough superhero media then you'll be able to find all sorts of unusual applications to some of Danny's powers.

With intangibility alone, all Danny needs to do is stand there and let his opponent tire themselves out trying to just land a blow and then fight back. If he has some more melee or martial arts training, he could use a nerve strike and bam, one-shot knock-out. And that's not even counting super strength or flight or telekinesis or why is this boy so overpowered?! /rhetorical

And if you know me, you know how much I love writing a good OP BAMF Danny. But it can be pretty restricting too. With an abundance of powers and a proven track record to gain more powers when necessary, it's not exactly easy to keep Danny down. There are a few known weaknesses we can use to our advantage here, but they come with their own issues:

Major Weaknesses

Blood Blossoms

We've seen blood blossoms are pretty effective on ghosts from the "Infinite Realms" episode in Season 3, but only on Danny's ghost half. I always thought it was a bit strange, since Danny has used ghost powers in his human form so technically it should still affect him? But that's just a personal headcanon so feel free to ignore that.

But! Since Danny could just transform (if he can get past the total agony it causes him) then he'll be fine again. Blood blossoms are also edible, as proven by Tucker, which makes me wonder if Danny could eat them in his human form and make it out unscathed? Since it's only his ghost half that's susceptible to them.

However, it's commonly headcanon'd that blood blossoms are extinct as we only see them in this episode back in the 1600s from the Salem Witch Trials. But canon also tends to bring up some really interesting concepts and then just... never mention them again, so it's possible they're still out there and the Fentons just never learned of them.

Ecto-ranium

We don't see this one come up too many times in fanfiction, if only because many of us have totally blocked out the episode it aired in, "Phantom Planet", from our minds entirely. Ecto-ranium is essentially the equivalent of kryptonite, but for ghosts. (Unsurprising, seeing as Phantom Planet likely took inspiration from Christopher Reeve's Superman II.)

This does come with some plotholes of its own, seeing as intangibility had allowed the ecto-ranium to pass through the Earth despite ecto-ranium supposedly making it impossible for ghosts to use their powers? I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one, I won't lie...

So obviously this weakness also has some shaky ground to stand on.

Mind Control

We see in "Control Freaks" that Danny is pretty susceptible to mind control as well, so long as it comes from the right source. We learn that Vlad continues to collect ghostly artifacts, so it's entirely possible he could find another magical device of equal power and use. Freakshow himself comes from a family with a wide range and collection of ghostly artifacts.

It's also possible that ghosts like Undergrowth could be able to control Danny as well, as he was able to puppet Sam through his vines and plants.

Danny is still capable of breaking through the mind control, if given enough reason to. There is also proof, though, that he can do a lot of damage to himself and others before that time comes. Just food for mischievous author thought.

Plasmius Maximus

This device only appears in the episode "Maternal Instincts" but Vlad had created it to shorten out Danny's powers for three hours. This is another instance of an interesting concept that disappeared after one episode, but considering how Danny used it against Vlad, maybe the man just didn't want to risk it a second time.

Nonetheless, this does prove Danny's powers can be temporarily locked away. How this is possible isn't exactly clear, but I've taken to using a yarn knot analogy to explain it. I won't bore you with that explanation (unless you're actually interested) since it leans more into fanon and headcanons than canon.

Lesser Weaknesses

Blackmail

Now this isn't really a surprise to anyone since Danny is a good kid and most superheroes have this weakness, but Danny is very much susceptible to threats made against his family and loved ones. We see that Freakshow uses this against Danny in "Reality Trip" to make him do his dirty work, as in: collect all the pieces for the Reality Gauntlet.

We might make jokes that Danny could easily defeat anyone he comes across, but the truth of the matter is that he takes these threats seriously and he's lucky more people haven't used it against him.

Inexperience

This one is more understandable and maybe not even technically a weakness but this boy is so silly stupid sometimes it's honestly really endearing. He doesn't have the best grasp of his powers so he can make all sorts of unfortunate mistakes. Danny is the type of person who learns as he goes, and thanks to the fact his one eligible teacher also so happens to be the same guy trying to murder his father... his options are a little limited.

However, this can be easily fixed given enough time and practice. Danny might not have any formal training but he's also proven to be a very fast learner which could very well make up for whatever else he lacks. Due to the unique nature of himself and his powers, there's also a chance that even with a mentor he would still largely be self-taught.

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It can still be pretty hard to write though. When you want to have high stakes, then you need to have a credible threat. And for a kid that has a gazillion powers, all with countless applications, it gets a lot more complicated. Honestly sometimes Danny might not have even needed the new power if he just applied one he already had in a different way? But so is the life of a teenage, overpowered superhero.

#danny phantom #character analysis #with yours truly :D #danny fenton #overpowered danny fenton #OP danny fenton #tagging for posterity #i need to find it again somehow #long post

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ATEEZ WITH THEIR S/O NEEDING TO WEAR GLASSES.

Requested: how would the members act with a s/o needs to wear glasses especially when they have to drive but they don't.

A/N: so I added some cute little moments. I hope you don't mind. (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Yeosang: yeosong helped you pick out a frame. He couldn't stop telling you how cute you were going to look with the glasses. But he does have to remind you to wear your glass when you first get them. Especially when you're going to be driving. “I can see without them.” You would say a dozen times. And Yeosang would say, “You sure about that? Like I value my life a little too much, just put on your glasses Y/n, please.”

Jongho: it took him a couple of days to get used to you wearing glasses. To him, you look like a different person with your glass on. He would playfully joke with you whenever you tried to him kiss. “Ma'am, I have a girlfriend. Please control yourself.” He would say. And when you took off your glasses. He would act all surprised, saying, “Y/n! There was this strange girl trying to kiss me!” then when driving with Jongho he noticed you aren't wearing your glasses and he freaked out a bit saying “Y/n, don't you need your glasses to drive?” and you would say, “I do...but I can totally see without them.” and then hit a curb.

San: If you fell asleep with your glasses on, San would carefully remove them. And if you leave your glasses somewhere, he would bring them to you reminding you that you needed to wear them. You aren't used to wearing glasses just yet, so oftentimes you wouldn't have them on, especially when you know you would be driving for the day. “Your glasses Y/n.” He had grabbed them before leaving out the apartment. “I don't need them.” You would say. And San would look at you with a questionable look. “Put them on. I don't need you hitting anything or anyone.”

Seonghwa: When you did anything without your glasses, Seonghwa would put your glasses on your face. He would stress the importance of you wearing your glasses. “They are to help you see, so you need to wear them, Y/n.” he would say. Then when it came to driving, Seonghwa mostly drove because at the time you couldn't see well without glasses, but when you finally got glasses, you wanted to drive again. “Glasses, where are they?” he would ask you. “My bag.” you would say. Seonghwa digs into your bag and takes out the eyeglass case and puts your glasses on you. “We don't need an accident, Y/n.”

Hongjoong: He liked you with glasses even if you didn't like them on you. Hongjoong even bought you a couple of cute chains for your glasses. That way, you could style your glasses with your outfits. He would always make sure you had your glasses when driving now. When Hongjoong didn't ride with you, you never bother putting on your glasses. “Y/n, your glasses put them on now.” he would remind you. That's one reason he bought the glasses chains. That way, your glasses were around your neck at all times, so you would remember to wear them, especially when driving, but most times you would forget they were even there. “Geez, okay, I'm putting them on. But I really don't need them.” You would say. “You really do.” he would tell you.

Yunho: He got matching couple glasses with you. It was just something he thought would be cute to do. That way, you wouldn't feel insecure or anything when you wore yours. Your glasses would randomly end up smudged with fingerprints and cleaning them yourself only made it worse. So You would always ask Yunho to clean them for you since he was so good at it. Wearing glasses took some getting used to and remembering to wear them when you got ready to drive was a thing you and Yunho had to go through each time you two got in the car. “You know what I'm going to tell you.” he would say. “Glasses... right...” but you never put them on and Yunho would have to fight with you to wear your glasses for your safety and his.

Mingi: You wearing glasses reminded Mingi of Clark Kent (superman) because to him it's like you took on a different identity when you wore them and when you didn't you were just Y/n without them. So yeah, he would tease you about it. Like some of his members, he always made sure you had your glasses, especially when you were cooking something you needed to read instructions. Then when it came to driving, you never wore them even though you should. Mingi hadn't noticed you weren't wearing them until you were already pulling into the parking lot of the store. “You drove this far without your glasses on?!” he freaked a little. You nodded. “Yeah...it's not a big deal.” He flicks your forehead saying. “Y/n, you know you're supposed to wear them when you're driving. Now put them on.” Unfortunately, you left your glasses somewhere you couldn't remember, but you didn't want to tell Mingi that.

Wooyoung: He bought you a cute little eyeglass holder to put your glasses on for when you aren't wearing them and that way you wouldn't misplace them, but sometimes you did. Wooyoung liked how the glasses added to your cuteness factor even when you thought you didn't look all that cute in them. He would take off-guard photos of you with your glasses. His favorite one was when you were in the middle of pushing your glasses up. Like San, if you fell asleep with your glasses on, Wooyoung would carefully try to take them off you without waking you up. Then when it came to driving, you never wore your glasses at all. You just forgot to put them on each time so when in the car with Wooyoung, he would be staring at you. “What?” you would say. “Aren't you forgetting the most important thing?” he would say. “No.” you would say. “Your glasses.” he would say. “Oh yeah, those things.” you would say.

#Kpop reaction #kpop x black reader #kpop x ambw #ateez x poc #kpop fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez x black reader #kpop scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez x y/n #ateez x you #ateez x reaction #ateez imagines #ateez #request

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celaenaeiln · 7 months

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Wait, I need to know,

Has Jason ever admit liking Dick? They're considered brothers in most of the nightwing comics I've read but is it the case red hood comics?

Simple answer: yes. But it's complicated.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) is the only comic where Jason explicitly talks about liking Dick.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) Annual #1

Jason has looked up to Dick for a long time.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) Annual #1

He also implies that Dick was a better brother than Dick thinks which isn't saying much at all.

I honestly don't believe even a single letter that's written in this comic about Jason, Artemis, Bizarro, Roy, Kori, or Dick. It's one of the worst comics I've ever read and I only got through this by sheer force of will to know everything about every character. I don't know how it's possible but absolutely no one comes out looking good in this comic.

Jason does like Dick but it's better to not use anything from this comic or reference anything from this comic.

Scott Lobdell can go suck it. Do you want to know how terrible of a writer he is and how horribly he misunderstands characters?

He said he doesn't see Superman as a beacon of hope and light. Where other characters see Superman as someone who people should strive to be, someone who does good and helps the world, Scott Lobdell says that Superman sees himself as an alien and will never think of himself as worthy because he's an alien.

Newsflash: an alien is another word used to call an immigrant.

He's literally saying that because Clark comes from another planet, he will never fit in and will always be aware of the differences between himself and other people on earth because he's an immigrant.

He actively supports racists. He had a twitter argument with Ron Marz who writes another comic called Voodoo and Ron says, "Seriously? I was under the impression I'm allowed to think racists are bad people." TO WHICH SCOTT LOBDELL REPLIES: Wow! What a stand: "Racists am bad" Why not use your writing to change hearts and minds instead of shooting fish in a barrel.

Are you for freaking real?!

Which makes perfect sense how he treats Kori and Clark given that he has sexually harassed another comic writer and made fun of their asian features. He's sexist and racist.

He's also classist because Jason's father actually loved Jason in the original comics. But in Scott Lobdell's version, a poor man is an evil, abusive man.

So not only is he sexist, racist, and classist, he also can't write! He literally has no idea the story and background and the decades of development that went behind each character he gleefully trashes.

Okay I totally deviated but point is, it's better not to use Red Hood and the Outlaws to learn about Jason. Or anyone.

The other Red Hood comics don't really talk about Jason's love for Dick but to be fair, it was written at a time when Jason hated everyone. The reason Red Hood and the Outlaws is supposed to be important is because it is supposed to tie into current events but the problem is it can't be trusted.

#jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #koriand'r #starfire #clark kent #superman #scott lobdell #cl anon asks #red hood and the outlaws #thanks for the ask!

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hey so to add on to deaged billy, what if he as captain marvel often says “do good and good will follow” to the league, but as billy he ends up saying “no good deed goes unpunished”

i wanna see the league’s reaction to that

i also want him to have a super emotional scene where he saves someone despite the danger it puts him in and says with a breaking voice “sure no good deed goes unpunished, but it makes a difference. a small difference but a difference”

another thing i want is for when he turns back into marvel (assuming his identity isn’t discovered) that one of the leaguers (i’m imagining hal? idk tho) remarking on how feral he was as a child and marvel responding with the most feral grin to ever grin “who says i ever stopped?” and then switching back immediately to his normal marvellous self

I apologize for not getting to this ask soon enough, but wowie it has been dancing a real show stopping number in my brain cells for some time now.

First of all, I absolutely adore the "no good deed goes unpunished" motto for Billy as himself, seeing as when he is not Captain Marvel, he is more vulnerable to the truths and dangers of the world, and his experience in it has molded him into the pure of heart, yet bitter, child, he is today. Billy believes in the best in people and believes in doing good for others, but he doesn't believe in himself (to be worthy or deserving of anything good in return).

And I can totally see a scene happening where Billy continues to stand up against major threats and villains, despite only being in his mortal form with no magic or strength to him.

Maybe he's in Metropolis when a magical disturbance problem happens, and knowing Lex Luthor, he'd take advantage of a situation to take down superman with something he isn't good against. Lois Lane could be in danger while Superman is busy fighting a magical foe that Billy can't fight for once due to his inability to transform back into Captain Marvel, and seeing her about to get hurt pushes Billy to help her. He pushes her out of harms way but in doing so, leaves himself vulnerable to an attack and gets himself blasted across the room, injuring his tiny mortal self.

The pain is immense. It's worst than anything uncle Ebeneezer or muggers would make him feel. He knows that he's bleeding, he knows that his ribs cracked and heard his bones snap, but he refuses to lay down. Billy Batson may not have the powers of Captain Marvel at the moment, but Billy Batson, has the courage of Billy Batson.

He willingly stands up for what he believes in and is willing to fall for it, too. He doesn't care what others think, he just cares if they are safe.

Gosh, Imagine Billy Batson standing up to fist fight Lex Luthor. Small child gonna be roasting him for being bald and having an inferiority complex, haha. Or just kick him in the groin and run away 🏃‍♂️

As for the last thing you mentioned with Billy being a feral child, both in his mortal form and champion form, I love it. I am here for Billy being feral 24/7.

Superman: It's good to have you back as yourself, Captain. I have to say though, it was strange seeing you as the child you were. You were...how do I say this...

Hal: Feral. Rabid. An ungodly child who bit plastic man for stealing his doughnut.

Superman: Yes. What he said. If you don't mind me asking, what happened to you as a child that encouraged such good behavior and manners that we see in you in the present??

Hal: Pft, yeah, I think spooky wouldn't mind some advice on how to become a tame boy scout for his own herd of feral kids.

Captain Marvel, smirking: Well, hold on. You're assuming I stopped. I never said I did.

With the spirit of Billy in him, he gives them a wink with a cheeky smile, warning them of what was to come if he ever felt like it.

Feral Billy showing up in his Captain Marvel form reminded me of this fic on AO3, where Captain Marvel plays a prank on his coworkers about telling them his real age, then when they freaked out, said it was April Fool's. Cyborg knew though. Cyborg suffered in knowing the truth.

I'll reblog this with the link to the fic when I find it! I think you'd like it (if you haven't already read it).

#This was a lovely ask #Tysm #Your asks are always something I look forward to #Billy batson #dc captain marvel #Shazam #justice league #Superman #Clark Kent #lois lane #lex luthor #green lantern #hal jordan #Writing #If you see spelling errors #no you didnt

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aquariusdeanw · 2 years

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“S1/S2 Mike Wheeler would hate s3/s4 Mike Wheeler!”

Oh, would he?

Mhmmm let’s see the facts shall we!!

Season one Mike Wheeler, the one that lashed out at El everytime something went bad with the Will case??

«What’s wrong with you? What is wrong with you?!»

«You made me think Will was okay, that he was still out there, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t! Maybe you thought you were helping, but you weren’t. You hurt me. Do you understand? What you did sucks. Lucas was right about you. All along.»

Without even giving her the time to explain. He never apologized.

S2 Mike Wheeler? Your saint? Oh so we’re just gonna forget how he treated Max?

«You agreed to invite her? She’s ruining the best night of the year.»

«You don’t want me in your party!» «correct!» «why not?» «because you’re annoying!»

«we need to talk, party members only.» «mike c’mon!» «no, this is not negotiable!»

«I get why El was your mage now.» «what?» «Lucas told me about her» «he shouldn’t have, and just because you know the truth, that doesn’t mean you’re in our party. You know that right?»

And he NEVER apologized.

“Oh but he was just worried about Will 🥺 that’s a natural response to finding out your friend is dead 🥺”

“Oh but he was mourning Eleven 🥺 he felt like everyone was moving on from her 🥺”

SO YOU AGREE? His lashing outs are totally understandable if you put them in the right context? It’s almost like he prioritizes whoever of his loved ones is in danger/hurt.

Now, I know that y’all care about everyone else’s trauma but Mike’s but I think, I THINK, that there is a reason why a model student, classic nerdy kid starts cheating in his tests, misbehaving and vandalizing the school. It’s not like he saw the girl that he loved fucking disintegrate in front of his eyes at the age of twelve. Because it’s totally healthy for a kid to call a presumed dead girl for 353 days and no one comforts him about it.

Now, by some freaking miracle, he gets her back. But she’s not just a normal girl, she’s like Superman, she’s the one that always gets put in danger. So Mike has to live with the constant fear of losing her. It’s almost like y’all keep ignoring the broken record of:

«I can’t lose you again» - season 2!

«Because I love her, and I can’t lose her again!» - season 3 !

«El, I don’t know how to live without you. I can’t lose you.» -season 4!

This kid is traumatized by losing El. So of course he’s concerned about it when Hopper threatens him saying that he could ban him from seeing her. When the freaking government comes in and tells him that he may never see her again. On top of that, I don’t know if you guys actually heard what he was talking about with Will in the car, but his self confidence is in hell. He feels that he is undeserving of El’s love and that’s another reason of worrying over how he may lose her.

Y’all mad. Mad because these last 2 seasons it was Will receiving the short end of the stick because for once in his life Mike prioritizes someone that was not him. He tried to apologize to Will after their fight in s3, he apologized to Will after their argument in s4. That’s more than what he actually did in s1/2 to El/Max. He still asked him if everything was okay in the theater in s3, he still put a hand on his shoulder and reassured him that they’d kill Vecna without a doubt.

“But he didn’t realize Will was crying in the car.” Okay cut him some slack for once, FOR ONCE. The military wants to kill his gf and he was thinking about what Will said to him. And even if he confronted him, then Will would’ve had to lie to him, because I don’t know if you have noticed; Will was not ready to explicitly come out to his brother, you think he would’ve come out to his unrequited crush? He lied about the painting saying it was El who commissioned it for a reason.

Mike loves his friends, he loves his girlfriend. He’s a fourteen year old boy that can’t express his feelings because the last time he interacted with his family was 49292 years go, he has anger issues, abandonment trauma, and y’all act as if he’s Jason or Billy.

People love traumatized characters until they display symptoms of trauma.

#the mike manifesto #if mike wheeler has 100 fans I’m one of them. if mike wheeler has 1 fan then it’s me. if he has 0 fans I’m no longer on this earth.#i’m sorry if I get him in a way deeper and more intellectual way that you ever will #stranger things s4 #st4 #will Byers #eleven hopper #mileven #mike wheeler #stranger things #long post

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lostghost0o0 · 8 months

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The Outsiders Headcannons: At a Mexican Party

Ponyboy -

would be super awkward at first

he would be sitting at the ‘kids table’, just fidgeting with his fingers

eventually the primos would start to small talk with him, getting him to open up

all the adults really like him

they think that he’s super respectful and polite

of course the tios will tease him over his name

but then they’d probably reassure him, pat his back and say something like; “No mas estamos jugando contigo, mijo!”

they’d think he’s to skinny and practically force him to eat lol

“Comé, mijo, comé!”

abuelita would absolutely adore him

she’d ask him to help her with everything, and Ponyboy being the mannered kid he is, would always oblige

she’d pinch and kiss his cheeks

“Gracias mijito!”; “U-Uhh.. no problem…”

Pony would blush and get all embarrassed and the gang would tease him

secretly likes the motherly love from abuelita

Sodapop -

I can’t think of a lot for him 😭

I’ll try tho

the primas would absolutely swoon over him lol

they would ask him to dance repeatedly

the primos would ask him for tips on how to get girls and he would gladly give them advice

one of the little kids would probably have a crush on him

they’d get jealous of one of the primas that got to dance with him, might even throw a small tantrum

the tias would constantly make comments like; “Estas tan guapo, mijo!” “Que hermoso niño!” “Tienes novia, mijo?”

they would try and hook him up with their daughters

I could honestly see him flirting with the tias playfully/as a joke and the tias would laugh all loud

they’d do that cheer that tias do like; “Ahhhhhh!”

Darry -

Darry would kinda just be there

but he’d definitely get along with everyone

everyone thinks he’s this super strong guy and they ask him to do favors for them a lot

the little kids would think he’s a superhero or something and some might follow him around

they’d probably beg him to pick them up lol

the tios would probably give him a nickname like; “Superman” “Luchador” “Rocky”

they also think that he’s super responsible

one tired mom would probably ask him if he could take her sleeping baby inside to a random bedroom

“Oh, sure. Where do you want him?”; “It doesn’t matter, just as long as he’s in a bed and he doesn’t roll off.”

Darry does NOT know how to hold a baby

the whole time he’s internally freaking out; ‘Am I holding him too tight?’ ‘Am I doing this right?’ ‘I don’t wanna drop em’, please don’t drop him’

he’s actually doing fine but to ease his worries the tias help him out anyways

If it’s a kid’s birthday then I can totally see him helping out the tios holding up the piñata

he’d actually really enjoy the party, they’d make him feel appreciated :)

Johnny -

they’d probably all think that he’s Mexican

everyone would automatically feel comfortable around him and speak to him in Spanish

Johnny would kinda just look at them confused before explaining that he doesn’t understand

“Como estas en escuela?”; “Uh… S-Sorry I don’t speak Spanish…”

they’d think that he’s just a ‘no sabo kid’ and try and teach him Spanish

Johnny is pretty quiet and stand-offish so everyone would try and include him in everything

drinking, dancing, karaoke, anything you can think of they called him over to join them

I think it would be cute if they called him ‘morrocho’ due to his dark tanned skin

constantly feeding the family dog when nobody’s looking

I also think it’s cute if he develops a soft spot for the kids at the party

like, he lets them drag him around to play with them

according to the book, he’s the shortest in the gang

the primos tease him a little over his height and at some point they even toss him up in the air(my own primos have done that before lol)

they accidentally throw him up really high and poor Johnny is a bit shaken up(has also happened to me), they immediately apologize

all in all, he starts to feel a part of the family :)

Dallas -

the kids absolutely love him and he “hates” that

he wanted to be mean and mess with the kids so he flipped over the bouncy castle

he wasn’t aware the kids would find it fun tho and begged him the rest of the night to do it again

“Do it again! Do it again!”; “No.”

the kids would definitely follow him around because they think of him as the cool older kid

if it was a kid’s birthday party he would definitely wreck the piñata, yank it off the rope, and rip it open, spilling the candy everywhere

Darry would be annoyed but the kids would cheer and quickly scram to the ground to find candy, almost making Dal fall

he would also smash the birthday kid’s face into the cake to be mean, and again, the kids thought it was funny

he would definitely flirt with all the primas, they would think he’s a perv or cute or both

they also think his blue eyes are scary

the primos and him would have a little beef cause Dallas yelled at them for throwing up Johnny lol

would def get along with that one cholo cousin there

the adults don’t like him, they think he’s a bad influence

he complains about the attention he’s getting from the kids but deep down he likes it

Two-Bit -

you KNOW this man is drinking with the tios

they all think he’s funny af

would laugh his ass off when the kid got their face smashed into the cake

he has no enemies fr

everyone likes him, old and young

he somehow learns how to dance cumbia, bachata, la iguana, merengue, and how to zapatear all in one night

but he absolutely STRUGGLES with salsa(same)

there’s always that one tia that encourages people to dance, so of course she called up Two to dance with her

everything was going fine till Marc Anthony’s ‘Flor Palida’ came on, he actually tripped over his own feet and fell lmao

he learns how to do ‘a la bim, a la bom, a la bim bom ba’, which is basically a way of cheering before taking a drink

he basically becomes one of the tios

when they play loteria and el borracho comes up, they say his name

he leaves the party all wobbly too, they gotta help him to the car

I strongly believe that he would leave the party dressed completely different, probably like this;

Steve -

was stuffing his face the entire time

birria, carne asada, menudo, posole, arroz con leche, flan, anything you can think of

he felt like he was in heaven

when people didn’t finish their food they would pass the plates over to him

the kids don’t like him

when the candy from the piñata came out he dove in and stole some of it from the kids just to pick on them

many cried and later that night they ganged up on him lmao

I KNOW he knows how to do a grito, he’s super good at it too

he empresses everyone when he does it

he’ll try to speak Spanish but it just sounds so funny

he’ll speak Spanish with a thick American, southern accent

he definitely gets competitive in loteria

he practically shouts buenas when he wins

“La Escalera-“; “BUeNaS!!”

he’ll leave the party with a whole bunch of containers of food

BONUS!

Cherry -

would honestly be uncomfortable at first since she’s never really been to any parties before

there’s also a lot of people, makes her a bit nervous

but some primas start to talk to her and she starts to ease up

the tias think she’s absolutely beautiful and don’t hesitate to tell her

“Ay, eres tan hermosa!” “Que bonito pelo tienes!”

similar with Soda, they’d try and hook her up with one of their sons

she’s an only child but she’s always wanted little siblings, so she absolutely adores the little kids

she plays with them as long as it doesn’t involve getting dirty

she stays with the primos in one room for most of the night, where the primas spill the chisme

“Y sabes que? I heard that Ricky got a girl pregnant!”; *gasp* “No way!”

a couple of little kids sneak into the room and the primos yell at them to leave, but Cherry convinces them to let them stay

the little kids braid Cherry’s hair and she just lets them, they listen to the chisme and whisper some of their own add-ons to Cherry

she ends up leaving the party with all the primas’ numbers and they continue to talk chisme on the phone

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #ponyboy michael curtis #sodapop patrick curtis #darry curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #cherry valance #se hinton #mexican #hispanic heritage month #coming soon #i had so much fun with this #lowkey #feel like im sharing my culture with ya’ll #:) <3 #Spotify

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Hi!

You can ignore this ask if you want!

Honestly as I was writing one ask another popped up in my mind 🥹so I decided to do two ask instead of one so I didn't spam your inbox haha!

Also sorry for bothering you with these ideas.

What would platonic yandere Dick Grayson do for the readers birthday? Would he invite anyone that he is close to or even trust or would it just be him and reader sharing a cake as he sings happy birthday to them? And also maybe gives them a lot of presents but they are kind of childish if that makes sense.

The other ask would be what would again platonic yandere Dick Grayson do if by some chance the reader escaped from him? Would he freak out for a bit and than promptly go and look for them? And once he finds them he's furious and the reader is scared because they have never seen him that angry or show that type of emotion before?

Again you can ignore this if you want I know I wrote a lot I was just so excited and the ideas popped into my head!

LOVE ALL THE WORKS YOU'VE DONE!

HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY OR NIGHT!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆…

!!! GN reader, infantilizing, mentions of kidnapping, handcuffs, forced-affection, pissed off Dick Grayson, brief mention of drugging, reader fears being hit for a second.

(ANON, I LOVE REPEAT OFFENDERS IN MY INBOX. DON’T YOU DARE FEEL BAD FOR FEEDING ME ASKS. I’M HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYY.)

Birthday parties depend on how compliant you are. If you’re not trying to escape every other day, he’d gladly invite some of the Titans over to celebrate! He likes showing off his cool hero connections to you — even going as far as to play the “oh, Superman? His mother makes the best apple pie” card — so this would be a good way to live up to the hype. A lot of the party would be spent taking on your behalf, however. He just thinks he knows you that well (and he doesn’t want you to form a connection with anyone else; he’s the only one you need in your life!!). I can also see him laying down ground rules to the other Titans beforehand, practically threatening them to be on their best behavior. Big brother’s friends must be good role models to his young and impressionable sibling!!

Now, I already said that it depends on how compliant you are, but it also depends on what your situation is, too. I lowkey kinda imagine all of the platonic Dick Grayson asks to take place in the same universe as Life With Older Brother, which means everyone knows you’re under Dick’s care, and it’s pretty much the only scenario where inviting people to your birthday would work. But if you were kidnapped, it would be a different story. He’s not risking anyone finding out about you (which complicates his relationship with a very young Tim Drake, who would totally accidentally stumble upon you in the apartment, but that’s a story for another day), so even if you were very complacent, I don’t see him inviting anyone over.

Back to the Life With Older Brother universe, if you “misbehave” a lot, it would just be the two of you. He’d almost hold it over your head, sadly sighing as he says things like, “it would’ve been a bigger party this year, but only good little siblings get big birthday parties.” If you were a fucking child, maybe this dumb guilt-tripping tactics would actually work. If you try to cut your two-person party short by spending the rest of the day in your room, he’s not above wrestling you into his lap — or even handcuffing you to the kitchen table — so you can open your presents; and holy shit, there’s a lot of them. I can definitely see him getting you childish things, ranging from toys to innocent-looking kiddy clothes. Any gifts sent by Bruce are taken back to the store for return.

As for escaping…

There’s no way you’d manage to pull-off an escape while he’s in the apartment, so it’d be a nasty surprise for him when he returns from patrol. He’d frantically tear the place apart in search of you, his stomach dropping as he finds the clues of your apparent escape. Once he checks the security feed, he feels equal parts worried, heartbroken, and angry that you took it upon yourself to leave him. You really don’t know what’s good for you, do you?! You’d rather run around on dangerous streets than stay with your kind, loving, doting older brother…

His search probably wouldn’t take long. I can see him putting a tracker in your arm at some point, so it’s as simple as following the little red dot on his device. Relief washes over him when he sees you’re alright, but that does little to quell the betrayal rage he feels. He’s silently swoop down from above, forcefully picking you up from behind as he grapples back towards the apartment. You’d kick and thrash, plead and beg, but there’s nothing but radio silence on his end. The only inkling of a reaction you get is his tight frown and his extremely restrictive arm around your abdomen. Dread washes over your chest as you realize just how fucked you are.

Upon returning home, he practically throws you against his bed and spares no time handcuffing you to the headboard. Any sort of apologies you try to muster out immediately die on your tongue as he rips off his mask, his piercing blue eyes filled with an icy rage you’ve never seen before. It makes you want to curl into a little ball and wish you were never born.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” he’d lowly mutter, exasperation sprinkled between the gaps of his anger. There’s a moment where you think he’s going to start one of his signature lectures, but no such thing happens. Instead, he turns to the wall and punches it, causing you to flinch at the impact. Never has he shown this type of aggression in front of you. He’s yelled at you, sure, but physically punched something?

For the first time, you found yourself worrying if he’d put his hands on you.

I think he’d have to convince himself to cool off for a bit. First triple-checking that you couldn’t escape (possibly imposing more precautions like double restraints or the IV), he’d leave the apartment for another patrol, taking his anger out on any poor criminal he comes across. I’d say it takes an hour before he feels level-headed enough to come back home, his suit speckled with blood from viscous beat-down after viscous beat-down. It’s the first thing you notice when he comes through his bedroom window, causing your heart rate to pick up.

He wants so desperately to scream at you; he needs to get it through your thick skull that you’re safe here, and he’s the only one in the world who knows how to care for you and protect you. But that will come later. Right now, all he wants to do is bring you into a longing and desperate hug, not even taking the time to change out of his Nightwing suit beforehand.

You’d be held against him for a while, his trembling hands making sure you have no chance of squirming out of his hold. It may be suffocating, but at the very least, it quells your fears of him taking his anger out on you.

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"The usual critics I've seen who've come down so much harder on shows like cw Supergirl are suddenly so forgiving of MAWS."

Not the other anon but is it because the main character is a guy or at least passes for a white man? That seems to be a trend I've noticed. People around me keep insisting it's not a thing but it happens every time there's a show/film made for girls or women. It feels like pandering and talking down to the audience in a "here, now get off our freaking backs about a film for you so we can get back to the real stuff" and then surprise surprise if there's harsh words about it suddenly "oh we won't be making another one since no one liked it" "but we di-" "NO ONE LIKED IT".

There's definitely a double standard happening for shows with female leads compared to shows with male leads. I distinctly remember the gross sexist response to the premiere of Supergirl and people comparing it unfavorably to a rom com (what's wrong with a superhero rom com?? That sounds great?) and then suddenly when it's MAWS people are celebrating the MAWS crew flexing how they get to draw Clark getting a magical girl transformation and getting to draw "shojo mangaka" Clois moments.

Supergirl wasn't perfect by any means, and critics were rightfully critical of things like Black Jimmy Olsen being sidelined- but then those same critics are totally fine with Black Jimmy Olsen getting sidelined even more so in MAWS? Like geez at least be honest about lowering your standards! It's a mix of that and Superman fans at large being burnt out over Snyderverse so they'll settle with MAWS.

#askjesncin #supergirl's asian characters are wack too but like let's not pretend MAWS is an improvement #i found...some harrowing concept art info for MAWS that really doesn't help their case with asian representation lol #for research on the upcoming Lois essay. idk if this is common fandom knowledge or not at least i didn't know about it #jesncin talks maws

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Check, please? - Henry Cavill (Grand Suite part one)

Summary: You work with your bestie at a bar when you spot Henry drinking with his mates. Both of you are a fan of him and his work, you quickly share your thoughts about him. What you didn’t know was that he overheard you…

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, maybe implied smut? Furthermore none

Word count: approx. 1,6k

A/N: Hi there babes. I wanted to try to write something shorter than I did so far so here this one goes. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Feedback is very welcome! [update nov 15th | due the asks, comments and love this is now turned into a miniseries and can be read here]

“No you didn’t! You are fucking lying you bitch!” You half whispered half shouted at Jenny, her eyes so wide and big you could see the whites around her irises. She squeezed your hands again which she held in a tight grip.

“I shit you not and swear it on my most expensive vibrator. Henry fucking Cavill is drinking out there with his mates!” She hissed and glanced over her shoulder and you followed her gaze. Holy mother of shit balls.

The handsome man with his godlike body, sharp jawline and bright sky-blue eyes, who you’ve been fantasizing about since seeing him at first in The Witcher (after that in loads of movies) and had now enveloped this massive crush on, was indeed drinking with his mates at the table in the corner of the pub where you and Jenny worked.

As you gaped at him you squeezed your co-workers hands back and squealed with your mouth closed so the customers at the bar couldn’t hear your little freaking-out-fan-girl moment.

“Okay Jojo, keep it together,” she breathed as you straightened your back, “he’s just a normal person, just like us, just out drinking with his mates.” You narrowed your eyes and nodded as she brushed her hands down on her thighs.

“Yeah duh, totally fine. It’s just a person who also happens to be Geralt of Rivia, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, August Walter and all the other cuntpuddling characters!” You hissed and Jenny snorted loudly at your statement and you shook your head. “Keep telling that yourself Jen, but I’ll definitely be having trouble to keep my mind sane.”

—

It was a crowded evening which thankfully took your mind off from wondering and fantasizing about the handsome man too much. The brief moments you could glance his way you saw him sipping his drink and having conversations with his friends which were joyful as you could tell by his smiles and gleaming eyes. Even when you had turned your back at him while preparing an order you could hear his bright, broad laughter rumble all the way across the bar which gave you goosebumps.

Jenny coming around the bar to bring in the empty glasses or to retrieve your prepared orders kept lingering a few moments so you could have a small chat and exchange both of your thoughts and fantasies.

“Oh but what about that moment Geralt was in the brothel and fucked that woman for three days straight!” Jenny whispered and you nodded at her, recalling the image of him as Geralt, laying in that bed all greasy and sweaty and only covered by a thin sheet.

While drying a wine glass in your hand you replied, “Oh how I wish I was that woman…”

She shook her head and sighed. “I know right! Imagine all the things he would do with you and that for three whole fucking days.”

“What about the bathtub scene in Superman? If he would do that to me the bath would only be filled half with water and the other with my arousal,” you smirked as you filled another tray with drinks for Jenny to serve.

“Ha my God, Joanne you filthy, thirsty bitch,” Jenny playfully smacked your arm while she returned your smirk.

“Let’s not forget the August arm pumps in Mission Impossible tho,” she said and you gasped as you turned your back at her to fill two glasses of wine.

“Ah shit, yeah. That was hot. Talking about arms, that video of him putting that pc together. My. My. I would definitely walk around with a pc logo on me so he could take me apart!”

You half turned to place the glasses of wine onto the tray when you saw that Jenny’s eyes went wide, her brows rose as she bit her lip, trying to hide her smile as she glanced behind you. Your brows furrowed at her expression and then felt the blood drain from your face as you felt someone’s presence behind you.

Oh no. Please don’t tell me -

“Uh hi, can I have the check, please?” You knew that voice. You’ve heard it so many times by now that you could’ve dreamed it. You whirled around so fast your head spun for a moment and there he was. Shit. You were sure that he had heard the two of you talk or at least what you said about allowing him to take you apart…

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even think. “Oh fuck me…”

He raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms over his broad chest as you quickly cleared your throat.

“Hi! Yeah of course!” Your voice suddenly two octaves higher and from the corner of your eyes you could see Jenny quickly making her way back into the bar with the tray of drinks, leaving you alone to handle with this awkward situation, the bitch.

Handing him the check you tried to keep your breath steady as your heart hammered in your chest and took him in. You knew that he was tall and big, but standing now so close towering over you as he scribbled his signature on the check made your insides turn into liquid. The denim shirt hugged his body in all the right places, bracing his muscular biceps and showing a bit of his curly-haired-covered chest due the unbuttoned top.

He cleared his throat which made you snap up your gaze and realized he caught you staring. Great.. fucking great. First he overheard you and now caught you drooling over him, way to go Joanne..

He put the pen down and shoved one hand into his pocket. You crinkled your nose while holding your breath as you could feel the heath scorch back, flushing your cheeks.

“Look I don’t know what you exactly heard but I’m really sorry about what I said, that was not appropriate.”

A chuckle escaped his mouth as he eyed you down. “Don’t worry about it…” he cocked his head, waiting for your response.

“Joanne,” you answered.

“…Joanne,” he parroted and just stared. “You’re cute. I’ll take it as a compliment.” You swallowed and smiled at him and felt the creeping awkwardness ease from your stomach.

“Good, you should because it is a compliment, even when it was… kind of inappropriate.”

The familiar rumble of his laugh reached your ears and you had to suppress a shudder from running down your spine.

He returned your smile and shoved the check your way and as you reached out for it to pull it towards you he halted your movement by placing his hand over yours and stared at you.

You almost yelped at the feeling of his warm, big hand covering yours and the intensity of his stare. The stare of Henry fucking Cavill, you couldn’t believe it. He was standing right there, right before you, his hand covering yours. Heart pounding aggressively in your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins, heat coiling in your stomach as you stared right back. You were already impressed by him by just seeing him on a screen but having him standing so close in real life, touching you, you froze like a deer in headlights.

His oh so handsome lip curled up as he leaned forward. Hypnotized by him you mirrored his action and watched him.

“You know, speaking of inappropriate, I would love to take up on your offer…” His deep voice now only just above a whisper so only you could hear it. The hairs in your neck stood right up and you felt like your heart would jump right out of your chest. Offer? What offer did he—

He saw your questionable face and tapped the check. “Just let me know,” he winked at you and went back to his friends who were already at the door waiting for him.

Your eyes were glued to him, still frozen onto the spot while your mind tried to keep up with what happened. Just before he left he glanced over his shoulder, smirked and winked again just before he stepped over the threshold.

The tightness in your chest eased as you released a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and wiped your forehead.

What the fuck did just happen?! Did it happen? Were you dreaming? Still a bit shocked you looked down at the check to find out he wrote something beside his signature.

You had to be fucking kidding me right now. Scribbled next to his signature was the name of the hotel around the corner and a number which you guessed was the number of his room. Eyes widening your hand flew to your chest as your offer chimed in your head.

I would definitely walk around with a pc logo on me so he could take me apart.

Jenny walked- well more likely almost ran - back to the bar and slammed the empty tray onto the bar. “Girl!” She breathed and took in your shocked face.

“Oh my God, what did he say? Are you okay? You look..”

“I think he invited me to his room,” you interrupted and looked at the check beneath your hand.

“WHAT!” She bursted out and quickly covered her mouth and apologized to the people around.

“No way! You’re going?” Her eyes were just as wide as they were when she announced that she spotted him.

Still a bit shocked you shook your head and stared back, “I… I don’t know?”

“Oh Jojo, I’m sorry, that sounded like a question. You’re going.”

For a split second you just stared at each other in silence and then a broad smile appeared on both of your faces, words sinking in.

“Oh fuck yeah, I’m going."

A/N 2: follow up can be read right here 👉 Consequences🔥 [update nov 15th | due the asks, comments and love this is now turned into a miniseries and can be read here]

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry x reader #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x you

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