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MALE!VIOLET PARR WHO HAS AN UNCANNY OBESSION FOR A SUPER VILLAIN

Cooley note: Victor "Vinny" Parr is your weird, socially awkward classmate. It's surprising that he's a confident hero who's obsessed with a cute supervillain. YOU!

Victor is, well, Victor. He’s not particularly popular, and he doesn’t stand out much mostly because he doesn’t want to. Attention can be dangerous, especially the wrong kind. And for someone like him, a hero trying to keep his identity hidden, too much attention could be disastrous.

He’s not exactly handsome, but he’s far from plain. His dark black hair catches hints of violet under the sun, and his eyes hold a faint, soft glow of the same hue. If he ever decided to put in a little effort change up his look, wear something other than oversized sweaters and hoodies, maybe tie his hair back he’d easily be the most striking boy in school.

Still, Victor doesn’t mind blending in. He has a small circle of friends, and that’s enough for him. But when he becomes Vi (short for Invisible) everything changes. The quiet, reserved boy transforms into someone bold, confident, and sharp-edged. Vi moves with purpose, speaks with certainty, and carries himself with a force that Victor could never pull off in daylight. The mask doesn’t just hide his face; it frees him.

At school, he’s Victor. To his fellow heroes and his family, he’s Vi. But to one person you he’s something else entirely. You see through the invisibility, through the force fields and the walls he builds. You see him.

You could be his nemesis.

Or you could be his lover.

Please, be his lover.

"Oh, excuse me are you, well, uhm, [name]?" he asked, voice soft and uncertain, putting up a small, nervous front. He tucked a strand of long, dark hair behind his ear, shrinking into himself as if trying not to take up too much space.

"I'm, uhm, Victor. Victor Parr. Part of the yearbook committee, and, well, my team hasn’t gotten your picture yet, so… uhm, can I take one of you?"

You exhaled, already tired of the conversation. "I don’t take pictures for the yearbook. I’m already in the class of 20**. Why would I do any other picture?"

You rolled your eyes, but Victor only laughed softly. "Yeah, I know. But, well… the pictures I got of you aren’t exactly school appropriate."

Something in his tone shifted his shy demeanor cracking just enough to let something sharper slip through. A cocky smile tugged at his lips as he slid a few photos across your desk.

Your stomach dropped. The images showed you in your supervillain costume caught mid-destruction, chaos blooming behind you, millions in property damage you’d never pay for. You tried to play it cool, but a bead of sweat betrayed you.

"I’m sorry," you said, forcing a laugh. "Did you just compare me to a super terrorist? The one robbing banks downtown? Geez, no wonder you don’t have any friends, weirdo."

You pushed back your chair, ready to leave, but his hand shot out, stopping you. Another photo hit the desk his one of you in an alleyway, mask half-off, your face unmistakable.

"This isn’t you, huh?" he said, voice low and teasing. "These aren’t your eyes? That’s not your cute little round nose? And—oops—your mask."

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled it out, your mask dangling from his fingers. "For someone so smart and wicked, you can be a pretty sloppy girl." He rubbed the fabric between his fingers, eyes glinting. "You ran away from me so fast I could hardly speak."

Your pulse spiked. "What do you want? Who the hell are you?!"

He chuckled, slipping a hand into his pocket again. When it came out, he was holding a sleek black mask. He placed it over his face, pushing his dark hair back with a smirk that was all confidence now.

"Hands up," he said, voice dropping into something dangerous. "You’re under arrest."

Your ready to run, but he laughs again.

"I'm not gonna arrest you. I wanna ask you out on a date, and there's no better way than to, well—"

"Blackmail me,"

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“Midazolam is an injection that helps you relax or sleep before a surgical procedure. It can also block your memory of the procedure. A healthcare provider will inject this medication into a muscle or a vein in a hospital or clinic setting. The brand name of this medication is Versed®.” -Cleveland Clinic

You’re beginning to wonder if you mismeasured the versed. The only sound in the entire hangar is the frantic clicking of your mouse wheel scrolling between camera feeds. You’d splurged on resolution over night vision and are paying for it dearly squinting up to your monitor searching for any signs of life in the suspended cell in front of your office window. The sheen of Lex Luthor’s suction-fit suit totally warps the footage when you try and zoom in to make sure he’s still breathing. Fourteen fucking angles covered, and you might as well be using binoculars to observe your guests. Superman is even worse; his suit completely disappears in the darkness, probably by design, and you’d have no way to even tell if he was still in there if not for the pale stripe of his neck peeking out from where you’d dropped him facedown on the cheapest king air mattress you could scrounge up on short notice.

This was so not part of the plan.

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supervillain!reader introduction | 911 wc

Summary: a little slice of life before the clex abduction ☺️

cw: gun (property) violence, smidge of misogyny, minor gore, no smut for once, reader has anger issues, women in male dominated fields, I use a lot of contradictory terms for reader’s aircraft bc they’re all neat + I haven’t finalized the design 👍

edited by 🔮✨@mystardustmelodyyy 🔮🥥