Oc I’m making that I’ve been doing a million revisions of, she’s a fashion designer inspired by Nagini in Hinduism :D, if anyone wants to see my insane design process I’ll post that later
ahem so.. Kehlani “Lani” Lau is a former detective turned operated at the SDN. Her memory and investigative based powers put her at the forefront of most long term cases, recently however she has launched a subdivision thanks to the progress shown by Robert Robertson of the Phoniex Program much to the skepticism of those around her.
The Z-ed team, or Z-education team.
Hopeful to spread it other teams as well the Z-ed team is the last, last chance for many people. Those who have been cut from other teams, but show possibility if proper training is made are moved here. Or individuals who have been considered, but weren’t outright chosen are sent here.
A probation group centered around the unsung hero work of tracing down possible crimes and possible patterns emerging on the field. Looking at strange activities or identifying new threats. By taking a slower approach individuals who need more one on one time to shine have a chance to bounce back up without being completely shut out of redemption. There are meetings and seminars more focused on the understanding of how to help and why it’s important. A bit corny, but a work in progress.
AKA: odd job detective squad for the hard choices of choosing who to cut, keep, and choose </3
Based off how I think most players chose, Coop and Phenomaman are both on the Z-ed team in the version I picture her most in. However it’s fun to also imagine her having to talk to the bat boy or water dork
Hii Im obsesseddd w your x reader fics ! Could u pretty please write something abt phenomaman 👉👈 hes such a pathetic mess rn n I wish I could just comfort him and give him a big ol hug 🫶🫶
A Hug for the Hero
Phenomaman x Reader
God I felt so bad for him during chapter 4. He really, really deserves a hug!! So I'll give him one.
Also thank you for enjoying my work!! I love hearing from you guys (:
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You caught sight of him as you were turning around to lock your door. The blue of red, yellow, and blue passing by when you whirl around, then again when you snap your head over to make sure you weren't seeing things.
And you weren't, because on top of your car is the one and only Phenomaman. He's just.. laying on the hood of your car, and it's a little dented.. How heavy was this guy?
Ditching your keys in the door, you set down your work back and make your way over to your car and the hero. Either he doesn't hear your approach or he just doesn't care. Questioning whether you should say something or not, you just stand by the car staring down at him for a moment.
'He's seen better days,' you think to yourself as you get a glimpse of his rough face. Slightly overgrown beard, eyes bloodshot, hell his nose is a little red.
"You uh..." You wonder what to say, what do normal people do in this scenario? "You alright there buddy?" Was the best you could muster.
You'd rather he didn't respond at all, but instead his head slowly turns so he's looking at you. His eyes look worse now that you can see them clearly. And for a moment, all you do is stare at each other.. awkward.
"I am not 'alright there, buddy'." The way he repeated what you said like he'd never heard anything like it almost made you laugh, but you didn't. That would be rude.
Nodding slightly, you check your phone for the time and let out a sigh. If you're gonna be late, you just won't show up at all, best to call your boss and let him know. Maybe you'll fake being sick again.
"Look, uh, Phenomaman, I'm gonna be frank here and just tell you. You look like shit," you raise your hand to gesture to his whole, sulking like a teen who got dumped on prom get up, "Would you like to come inside? It's cold out." Then you add, "Do you even get colds?" With a whisper to yourself.
"I do not," he replies. Shit he heard that last bit, good hearing, but very embarrassing. While you shame yourself internally for saying the last part out loud, he gets up from your car and stands tall in front of you. He's about a foot taller than you, no matter your height.
And it's back to staring at each other. Thankfully not for long as he breaks the silence.
"Thank you for inviting me into your home, I graciously accept your hospitality." He smiles, well, tries too, it comes out sad and just makes him look more pathetic.
"Oh, okay, yeah," you muster up, giving him a thumbs up before turning around and making your way back to your front door. Why did you invite a very famous superhero into your house, and why did he accept?!
He follows closely, his large frame a bit intimidating as it looms over you while you unlock your door again. It unlocks quickly and you step aside, allowing him to enter first while you grab your bag.
"Make yourself at home, I have to make a call really quick." You wave your phone a little as you lock the door. He lets out a hum and looks around while you push past him to get to your bedroom.
While you're busy calling your boss, he walks down the hall and looks at the place. Every piece of furniture, every poster, every picture. He likes looking at the pictures, seeing you smile with friends or maybe family, it warms his alien heart. He slowly makes his way to the living room and sits down on the couch, a slight 'crack' coming from his weight.
When you come back you see that he's playing with a throw pillow, resting it on his lap and fiddling with the edges.
"So, what's got you in a funk?" You ask, walking over and sitting next to him. At first you were scared to be so casual with him, but seeing as he accepted your offer and seems overall like a wet cat, he probably won't mind.
"I ..." He seems to lose the words in his throat for a moment, looking down at the floor. "Blonde Blazer broke up with me, and I have no clue why." Oh, yikes, breakups.
"It was so sudden..." He whispers, raising his hands so he can rest his face in them.
"Hey, it's alright," you assure, hesitantly resting a hand on his bicep. "Breakups happen all the time, and sometimes you never get a reason. It's... Sadly natural for that to happen."
He looks over at you, eyeing your face up and down, it makes you nervous.
"I suppose if it is.. natural, I should not complain." He says, letting his hands fall back on to the pillow.
"That's not what I said." You reply almost instantly, shocking yourself with how eager you felt to help. "Just because they're natural doesn't mean you can't be sad about it."
He hums, and looks over at you again.
"Have you gone through such things?" He asks, and good lord did you wish he hadn't.
"Uh, yeah. I've had a few nasty breakups, and it took me months to get over some of them." You nervously chuckle, looking away from him to gather yourself.
"I am sorry to hear that," he responds. He sets the pillow on his lap aside to the couch arm and turns his upper body to you.
Then he hugs you.
It's bone crushing, making you huff at first before adjusting. And it's a little awkward, but you raise your arms and hug him back. Your arms barely reach each other. Patting his back, he relaxes in your arms and rests his head on your shoulder.
"It'll be alright buddy." You mutter, questioning to yourself what the fuck is going on. This is crazy.
"Thank you," he whispers, hugging you just a bit tighter.
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