#( lowkey she thinks heroes are cool )

[welcometogrouchland]

"lol they should make Steph spoiler again she's basically not even a Batgirl" look I'm not too jazzed about the current state of Batgirl lore either rn but if I have to suffer through another decade of terrible babsgirl content PLEASE AT LEAST LET ME HAVE BATGIRL STEPH, IF ONLY IN NAME

[mia-can-yap-too]

pre-dating!gojo who has a massive crush on you

pre-dating!gojo who doesn't even try to hide his blatant favoritism

"i'll take over her mission. she needs rest. i'll write a doctor's note. i am a doctor. kind of."

pre-dating!gojo who constantly hits you with horrible pick up lines.

"if you keep looking that good, i might actually die. which would be horrible. for humanity.... okay, i'll shut up now..."

pre-dating!gojo who collects soda tabs so that he can trade them with you for a kiss.

pre-dating!gojo who gives you ridiculous pet names like 'my venti iced white chocolate mocha with extra syrup and sweet cream cold foam with caramel drizzled on the foam..."

pre-dating!gojo who tries too hard to be your hero, even in unnecessary situations. like when you dropped your phone and he did two backflips and defied gravity just to slam it into the wall with his otherworldly reflexes.

pre-dating!gojo who over-explains his cursed technique to you just to seem cool.

"yeah so my limitless technique literally manipulates space at an atomic level, are you even listening?? i can make space dissappear, arent i so cool??"

pre-dating!gojo who will ask for your help for the most simplest things like putting his sunglasses on for him (he asks for a kiss on the forehead for good luck whenever you do it).

pre-dating!gojo who will find a way to make everything about you. it annoys people to bits.

pre-dating!gojo who stares at you like you hung the stars, and he won't even try to deny it.

pre-dating!gojo who brags about you as if you're already dating.

"she laughed at my jokes today, thats basically a love confession! shes so perfect and oh my god her laugh its so.... shoko, you better not have your earbuds in right now"

everyone is begging that you two start dating just so he stops.

little do they know, boyfriend!gojo is ten times worse.

a/n:- even though you didnt ask for this at all, for @deathofacupid cuz girl im lowkey down bad for u. i hope you know that i think of you whenever i write for gojo. while ik that you would love to do....other things.... with him, too, you deserve the cute and the adorable and everything in between too. i hope that one day youll find your gojo who loves you to infinity and beyond because you deserve that and more. ily bro and congrats once more on 2K!

enough of the sentimental shit

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[goomyloid]

im the kris costume anon (that is... a description, alright self jklfhdfkjas) and i just had to jump up and down at what you said at the end about kris protecting noelle!!!!

because gosh did it do things to my brain when noelle said 'then kris, maybe you can take your sword and be the hero that protects me from the mice?' like... hmmmm noelle?? HMM???? i say as i fuck up the puzzle and scare her endlessly with mice anyway but--

gosh i love that yeah, kris as a knight as opposed to baggy clothes gremlin must've been so confusing for noelle! also they just naturally know all these aura farming ass poses, are agile as hell, and things that make them *look cool*?! i love that kris is still shorter than her though shdjsdhjs

i also wholly subscribe to the idea that kris is trying to protect noelle by distancing themself from her (or something) so it is Doing Things to my Brain to consider what noelle must've been thinking to see them as a knight

agljkghkhkfjas oh my god, i had a similar thought during the weird route of 'haha it's like kris is the knight protecting their mage ha a h a...' before tucking that away deep in my mind, because i thought i'd get flayed for it so it felt like someone dumped cold water on my head when i read what you said LMAOOOOO bless...!

I will say the things ur afraid of getting flayed for… theure gonna flay me instead… get behind me big goomyloid will protect you

axwgdhecqcshf i can imagine that noelle has never really thought of kris as being very “cool”… MAYBE when they were playing the piano she would think so? but “cool” probably isnt the right word (maybe earnest instead) and its definitely not the same as how they appear in the DW lol… suddenly bro is swordfighting and whatever else and noelle is just ?!?!?!?!??! (hand over mouth) Why are they kinda… i didnt know they could…

IT MAKES ME GIGGLE even though normal route kriselle is much more lowkey i think its a cool tidbit… who knows maybe seeing that different side of them will awaken something in her………. but in reality theyll always be a little penguin

also — i laugh when i see people draw kris taller than noelle tbh… this is proof that we fundamentally view the characters differently. sorry. kris always must be significantly shorter sorry

also yeah i definitely think that out of all people kris wants to protect by Keeping Them Out Of It it’s probably noelle. susie is way different, because not only is she super strong in character and blatantly disobeys Us all the time, but at this point shes kind of irreversibly deeply intertwined with whatever the hell is happening story-wise. i said it somewhere in a twitter thread but if kris is going to want anyone to understand their position, it’d probably be susie. conversely, kris is driven away from noelle for all sorts of reasons, one of which is probably guilt over Various Things (them possibly having something to do with dess’s disappearance, or the fact that theyre Working For Dess Now or something, or just general low self esteem and feeling as though they’d be weighing her down by staying in her life). they miss her but they feel like they dont have the right to, so they keep pushing themself away and clinging onto susie as a result (this isnt discrediting the krusie friendship or anything but rather one of many reasons that kris seems so attached to her)

cold silent knight there to protect noelle… little did kris know that this protection would lead them into getting closer to her again.. PLAN BACKFIRE epic fail loser!!!! i think about how before kris cut her off in the couch scene, noelle was probably going to say that kris said they would protect her (since she reiterates it later) and i just go Oughhhh. Aauuuugghhhh. if i could redo my little comic interpretation of the porch scene id add that in there because i Forgot

reminds me of this doodle i did (for angel/demon au) where kris’s silent protectiveness gets completely trashed as they are the one forced to hurt her……. forced to hurt the friend you promised to protect… you TOLD her youd protect her…. she is harmed and then as punishment you feel as though you must harm yourself. hey does anyone else see that 18-wheeler coming down this lane or is it just m

[imjustdelusionalok]

yandere!dc: goddess! darling

ⁱⁿᶠᵒ ᵃᵇᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ۫ ꣑ৎ

darling is a god from another world who just so happens to immigrate into the dc universe after a very long time of probably embodying... well, everything.

firstly having to live for love as a human, and then ending it all to fight for the beauty of life as god.

she is the reason for existence, from the big to the miniscule.

(so basically op goddess reader who has wayyyy too much power in their hands-- ex: nothing can kill them, nothing can put an end to them, etc--)

the least you could do is seal away her powers, but even that would truly not be enough because your only sealing away 0.000000000000001%. (i mean that 💀)

*cough* anyway... aside from goddess reader backstory, lets go to the inspiration <33

she's a mix of Madokami from Puella Magi, HoF Kiana Kaslana from Honkai Impact, and mostly of Ishtar Ashtart/Space Ishtar from Fate Grand Order <3

originally kind and lighthearted after becoming 'God', but as time passes and stars dimmed, she has become... well... neutral. not good, but DEFINITELY not bad. like this!

"let me help you :)" to "...From the dawn of creation. Man has come from the ground not by his hand but mine. go back to the land and return to dust."

summary: lawful, void, alien... yet beautiful, destructive, human.

sooooo. yup.

:p

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ۫ ꣑ৎ

...she has met the justice league before. because, who in their right minds would ignore the giant falling 'star' that came out of a very visible tear in the sky caused by said celestial body???

dramatically crashing down the surface like a meteorite, you lowkey may have destroyed a 'few' buildings... whoopsies :p

they are surprised. this... girl, no- alien, exudes endless quantity of power, leaking from every blurred pore. it also seems like they might be power themselves...

batman goes bazingas at the amount of destruction caused by your fall leading to an airheaded you getting towed to the JL headquarters and any sort of refusal or fighting back is unallowed. (even tho your more than capable of destroying anything AND everything you still oblige)

though cool as ice, you are so confused deep down. head tilted, vacant expression, the usual from the emotionally detached goddess albeit with a little change. 'what are these humans talking about?' you think, 'what threat?' you think again, unaware that you are the threat being spoken of.

the white slits of the vigilante's mask narrows at your disposition. everything about you seems... off. from your oppressing aura, to the... heavenly allure your blankness brings.

"more alien than the actual alien," a familiar scarlet speedster jokes, in an attempt to lighten the heavy mood. (he failed horribly btw) said alien rolls their eyes and sighs. though he has to admit, you lowkey look kind of cute... but he stops, remembering lois.

once you say your side of the story, they go all shocked pikachu faces again. your a god from another seperate world??? i mean dont get them wrong though, they had their fair share of situations like these, as some dc villains and heroes they know arent even from here originally. but they cant help but feel a bit different about you, something about you makes their soul writhe... and its not in a bad way.

so once B confirms your not a threat despite your extreme potential to act like one, everybody is relieved. you just need a littleeeeeee supervision, thats all :3

and oh look at that, your actually not that bad. your cold demeanor fades once they got to know you, and that void in your eyes is filled with a light comparable to the twilight star's soothing glow— pure, tranquil, and ever so mystifying.

every step you take, life seems to exist and flourish all around you. life heals around you. not only that, but also... them. the dead part of them actually, that died from complications now too complicated to be retold and remembered.

you fill the void they never knew they had, and all their aching scars were no longer painful but tolerable. bearable even, and its all because of you.

at this point, everybody knows how this all plays out. this ordinary tune, twisted into a fanatic's song.

their once innocent admiration has now spoiled into something darker, the more you stay in this world. holy eyes peeked at it, not at them but at the abyss that is their 'love.'

...you were starting to get aware. and a rarity occurred, you were... 'saddened'. for eternities you lived alone, and in an attempt to reconnect with that sliver of humanity you hid and kept, you went here to feel something again. and you did, and you were so successful.

too successful, in fact.

they loved you; so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sooooo much. without you, they would die! :(

and that, in your eyes, is what makes you 'sad'. if your presence drives your beloved mortals to insanity's grip, then you must fly.

fly away from this despair, fly away from this madness.

your 'love' is your undoing, and ultimately also theirs.

their eyes widen as the sky is torn once again, and a familiar star flies back into it, meaning that you--- left. left? left. left? left... left.

something inside them breaks. both hearts any sense of rationality and morality left.

there is no reason to exist without you it seems, and they will do everything just to see you once more, even a second's glimpse.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

...you can't help but feel something you havent felt for a very long time. what was it again, sadness? anxiety? fear? you dont know. the endless rows of your ivory silks flutter even in the slightest movement. something tugs at you, your mind and heart. something tugs at you, telling... that it is far from over.

they call for you, their cries drowned in obsession masquerading as love.

you never answer, as your supposed concern and care for them lessens and your patience dwindles. reality is cruel, but never crueler than you. and that's when you realized it.

...they make your skin crawl. they make you want to vomit. they make you want to scream and cry. they make your ichor run cold. and if they touch you again, you'll--

...huh. who would have thought that was how you truly felt, goddess.

[cryptocism]

Do you ship BartKon or Timkon or something else? Really, who do you ship Kon with? Maybe I want to hear all your ships

Just say as much as you want really

there's evidence for both my bartkon and timkon affinities on this blog (and the much rarer, most refined of timbarts)

the truth is i like pretty much any ship as long as its got an interesting dynamic to play off of (and usually comedy potential) and kon is a great character because he has an interesting dynamic with basically everybody

the yj crew in general has kind of a perfect blend of defined characters and interesting dynamics that could create all kinds of cool story potential, romantic or not. but vis a vis Romances Specifically..... hold on you've got me thinking about this now im gonna do a thing one sec

ok now that ive successfully pepe silvia'd this

cissie and anita are such perfect foils for each other man.... if yj 98 picked back up where it left off, i think anita's parents should be aged up again pretty quickly, but in the interim i would love to see these two forced into a caretaking duo

anita + slobo, self explanatory. nobody knows whats going on with them except for them and i think that's beautiful. matching each others freak 4ever

i think most of them should have unrequited crushes on each other bc it would be funny namely the slobo>thad>kon clone crush conga line + the kon>bart>tim pining isoceles

greta queen of unrequited pining she is out here stalking she is out here threatening perceived romantic rivals she is ending the world she does it all and not having powers would not stop her

tim dating bernard is canon but i think it would be funny if they're both also into kon (plus ideally steph would lowkey be dating tim too + dating cass but that's batfam shit Whatever)

medium hot take i think kon and cassie should date sometimes bc they're best friends and love each other. just constantly walking the line of platonic/romantic and changing statuses every other month

love cissiecassie but i also think it's funnier if they've never kissed and just thought really hard about it and there was never a right time

cassie + rose self explanatory they should invent new and fucked up ways to murder each other romantically

i also want cassie chronically fumbling a rotating cast of civilian/villain/hero side characters bc she's got that peter parker syndrome where she can pull anybody and everybody but the universe is not on her side when it comes to being a good girlfriend (especially now that dc seems committed to tim no longer fumbling all of his relationships. gang we need a fumbler and cassie is right there)

i realize now i made a chart for romance but the only two i have actually dating is tim/bernard lol. the rest are either unrequited or "it's complicated"

[midnightshindig]

mark x coquette reader who's also a hero and she's all pink also ik our girl eve is pink but

Mark Grayson x Coquette!Reader

Gn reader, but feminine clothing1

hcs under the cut!

Mark dresses

well.... he certainly got that shit on

like he's cute, he got his little t-shirts and his black button ups

but you?

you're CUTE

got the bloomers and the bows and the ballet style legwarmers and it's all white or pink

Mark's always gone for the strong independent type, the badass who takes no shit

and don't get him wrong, you're one of the strongest heroes he's ever encountered

but you're such so poised and elegant?

It's a refreshing change

So your dynamic shifts into this cutesy pink princess ballerina and their plain, all black clothing, boyfriend.

For the first time in his life, Mark feels... cool?

Like next to you he looks like the most intimidating dude ever, and it rules

but he also loves treating you like the royalty you are

this guy is BAD at being a gentleman, but he tries

holds the door, ties your shoes, zips your dresses, he's abt you frfr

You're just the cutest person he's ever met

when you bat your eyelashes at him it knocks him on his ass immediately

like you could convince him to do anything he swears

In a weird way, you make him loath his father more

how could he ever think of Mom as a pet, when he thinks of you as the light of his life?

He's resolved to treat you so good omg you don't even know

His mom teaches him basic cooking skills and he tries and kinda succeeds at making your favorite dish

He wants to be useful, and if that means making you grilled cheese on a real grill at 3 am, so be it

Autism be damned my boy can work a grill

He lets you do his hair and makeup and paint his nails, if that's what you're into

lowkey hc Mark wears eyeliner and some good concealer

like boy I see your bright eyebags don't lie to me js give me your makeup brands

so it's something you bond over

Mark is very much a teenage boy and he's not the most fashionable, but since meeting you he's started wearing minor jewelry with his outfits

a ring here, a necklace there, tasteful, understated pieces

god he's so hot buofuosaijpoipo

He lets you win at board games

and when you train together, he ultimately always lets you beat him

even though you both know he's like- basically godly strong

but it's all for fun so who really cares, you still get a good exercise out of it

Mark is like the only person on the team who doesn't see you as weak for being so girly

and he whoops other superheroes into shape REAL QUICK when they disrespect you

Like, Rex, for instance

"Whatever Y/n, wouldn't want you to get blood on your frilly pink costume, I bet it sucks to wash-!"

"HEY!" Mark doesn't even move, lifting his head to offer a warning glare at Rex "Don't be a dick."

And so Rex apologizes before fucking off

"Mark," you sigh, small smile on your face as you wrap an arm around his "You didn't have to do that"

"Of course I didn't-" He pressed a kiss to your forehead "But you deserve to get stood up for, you don't deserve that."

awwwww he's so sweet

[notsosweetheh]

Okay obviously I can't go with romantic tropes, but there are other ways of having fun tropes 😈

For now I'm just revealing that Mei (and lowkey Red Son) legitimately think that the Saja Boys are really cool and have interesting concepts. But they have to (try) squashing down that admiration for obvious reasons 🥲

Everyone's roles in the band:

Macaque- The Spotlight

Xiangliu- The Charmer

Peng- The Sass

Azure- The Hunk

Yellow Tusk- The Booksmarts

Macaque wants to become as apathetic as he pretends to be. Maybe then Her voice would stop haunting him so easily...

Xiangliu enjoys luring the masses to a chaotic end. He enjoys hiding his true nature, ensnaring fans with a simple grin as the world turns upside down.

Azure believes LBD when she claims to want what's best for the world. He believes in her "mission" of saving all of these souls, and his righteousness is easily mislead. He may seem like just another soldier, but he is just as cunning as any other demon.

Peng does not want to be in the band. The only reason they're there is because Azure is, and they firmly trust his mission in saving souls. After all, who doesn't like heroes in gleaming gold? Too bad they can't keep their tongue from lashing out without a second thought.

Yellow Tusk knows that LBD is keeping them in the dark. And he knows Macaque is after personal gain, as well as being well aware of Xianliu's interest in disarray. But he trusts Azure, and if that means turning a blind eye despite his intelligence highlighting suspicions...then he will turn away.

ANYWHO!! Tang suits Bobby so well it's honestly pretty sweet. Like yeah, the guy can be a slacker, but he always does his best to act as support for those he cares for. Tang tries his best even when he lacks the abilities to do as told, because he always aims to help his loved ones. Also I can totally see Tang yelling at people "MY KIDS SING WHEN THEY WANT!!" just to full-on defend the trio lol

I also firmly believe Tang would know anything and (almost) everything about everyone in the industry... And that Red Son wears contacts and covers his scar up with makeup when on stage like how the girls cover up injuries in the movie

[mqriuss]

spiderman!rindou x reader

note: i imagined spiderman rindou would have a black suit with hints of purple so i described it as such here

rindou was fighting a bunch of random delinquents when he got bit by the radioactive spider, ran wasn't around so he was lowkey struggling on his own. the spider had descended onto his neck and tried to bite him, but he gets thrown by the gang's leader and the spider flies off of him. it crawled back to rindou while he's being punched into the ground—it got sent flying off again when rindou flipped him and his opponent over. some god out there was starting to question if spider-rindou is truly the fate of this universe.

rindou was locking his opponent's joints when he finally got bit. he felt a sting on his hand, and retracted it out of instinct. well, he tried to. he tried and he failed, his hand was stuck holding the guy's wrist.

"the hell are you doing?!"

"i don't have a clue either, dammit!"

the rest of the guys watched as rindou squirmed around weirdly with their leader. at some point, rindou successfully tore himself off of the guy but a different guy approached him, finding the chance to beat him up. rindou had noticed and he tried using his hand to shove him in the face, but it gets stuck... again.

the fight ended with the other delinquents trying to pull rindou off of everyone. they were no longer fighting and they all just wanted to get out of this sticky situation (pun very much intended).

rindou walked back home, stressed. his head was spinning and he stumbled into a wall to hold himself up for balance. he vividly remembered an old lady coming up to him, asking if he was alright. he had told her he was fine, and he realized he was stuck again when his hands wouldn't come off the wall. he's trying so hard to play it cool and shoo her away so she doesn't notice, but he found himself feeling oddly relaxed by the old lady's genuine concern. it was only then his hands came peeling off the wall.

he accidentally broke the bathroom door when he got home and ran was pissed but let's not talk about that.

rindou learned to live with his new abilities for a while. he tested his limits, standing on his ceiling, shooting webs, jumping from building to building, and lifting heavier weights. he first found out he could shoot webs when he tried (gently) waking ran up for lunch, only to be met with a pillow thrown at him. but when he instinctively tried to catch it, webs came out, pushing the pillow back against a wall. his face at the time was priceless, eyes wider than tennis balls, jaw on the floor as he slowly glances over at ran to make sure he's asleep before rushing over to remove the webs.

when he found out about the web shooting, he started getting a little concerned. so he walked back to the spot where the fight occured whilst trying to remember anything weird that happened. he finally put two and two together when he saw a dead spider lying near a trash can.

at times, he took advantage of this new strength and he had gotten better at controlling his powers. he was a lot stronger in fights now and he can take on way more people on his own, ran doesn't get a chance to lift a finger. rindou's senses are immaculate now, and no one could ever sneak up from behind him anymore.

rindou was sick when he became a hero. like, literally he was sick. his throat was sore, his nose was stuffed, and his voice was goners. he was walking to class with a hoodie over his head and a mask covering only the bottom half of his face, so you could clearly see the moment his eyes widened when he sensed danger around the corner.

he saw a little boy getting grabbed by some monster villain who would later become his nemesis, and he didn't have time to think at that moment. his body moved on its own when he saved the boy. another boy—who looked a bit older—came running up to them, "thank you for saving my brother, nii-san!"

'brother...' the kid's words echoed in his head for a moment. and wow, that monster is getting way too close to his apartment building.

fuck.

rindou found himself fighting said monster for a while until it got away and he was panting by the end of it, covered in bruises you wouldn't normally see on him after an ordinary fight. he went home that day, treating his own wounds quietly so he wouldn't wake up ran.

the next day, rindou pushes himself to come to class. he thought if he had to take the day off, it would seem suspicious. but he doesn't regret coming to class at all. how could he when he sees you, his campus crush, walking up to him?

"hey, the professor assigned a project to work in pairs," you said, but he was barely paying any attention, everything about you was so distracting. you're quite literally the reason why he's not paying attention in class. "i didn't get a partner so that left me with you."

rindou feels like he's on cloud 9—he finally has an excuse to give you his number, his address, and–

"hello? you good?"

you snapped him back to reality and he cleared his throat (his voice was still raspy and cracked when he tried to answer). "uhuh, group project. i– i heard you."

"are you okay? were you on sick leave yesterday?" you asked, noticing his voice was on the verge of abandoning him.

"yeah," his voice cracked again, much to his dismay—but seeing you smile and hearing a little laugh escape your lips made it worth it. he cleared his throat, scratching his neck. "i'm fine now though, really."

rindou turned out to be very easy to communicate with and you discussed the project for a good two days. "why only two days?" you may be wondering. well, you don't know either. but you were being ghosted, that's for sure.

you gave him time to respond to your texts for another two days, but the deadline was approaching. you had no choice but to make more progress on your own. at some point, rindou finally responded and he managed to get some work done, but in the end, you did most of it. naturally, you'd want to know why, but he never gave you any solid excuses. "sorry, i've been busy," or "i don't think i can meet up today, something came up," he'd say every. single. time. you even tried asking one of his friends in class if he knew what he was up to, but he was none the wiser. you didn't miss the way he whispered to one of his friends, something along the lines of, "he's about to fumble so bad" as you walked out.

also, there's this 'spider-man' case you keep hearing about on the news whenever your dad turns on the tv. weird.

but anyway, time passes and it was finally the day of the presentation. rindou never showed up. so you presented it yourself, and you decided that you've had enough.

the door to his bedroom window opens slowly, a leg pokes in first as he squeezes through the small entrance.

"fucking finally," rindou mutters under his breath, wincing as he tugs the black mask off his head—the deep purple web lines glow faintly in his dimmed room. he carefully pulls down the top half of his suit, quiet groans escape and his face contorts as the material pulls away from his wounds.

"yeah. fucking finally, huh?"

rindou freezes, and the lights of his bedroom switch on.

"AAH—!" you both yell in unison, but for completely different reasons.

rindou's reason is obvious enough. "what the hell are you doing in my room?!" he exclaims with his arms out.

and you? you barged in and made yourself at home here, so why were you shocked? for one, he didn't have a shirt on and he was so close to exposing his bare nether regions to you, but the wounds across his torso were horrifying. you were even more concerned about the latter now.

"spider-man, huh?" you remark as you helped treat his wounds. "so this is why you left me to do the presentation myself."

rindou's eyes widen. "fuck, i'm sorry—i completely forgot," he apologizes immediately, but is cut off by the sting of alcohol on his wounds. you let out a chuckle, shaking your head. you couldn't stay upset with him, especially knowing you would've probably died with other innocent civilians had he not done anything.

"who else knows?"

he hears you loud and clear, but he spaces out for a moment—liking the way your fingertips felt on his skin as you smoothen out the edges of the bandage on his shoulder. "just you," he said, his voice still raspy. "don't tell anyone. please."

"i'll be your close confidant." you smile, giving his shoulder a light pat. "wait here," you say before leaving his room.

you'd come back later with tea and medicine that you bought real quick from the convenience store, "for your throat."

"i wanna go again!"

"geez, you can stop screaming now—we're on the ground already."

ever since finding out rindou is spider-man, you'd always ask to go for a ride. not a bike ride, nope. you meant web-swinging around tokyo. you don't really ask anymore though, you sort of demand it. who needs to go to an amusement park when your friend can shoot webs and swing from building to building?

sometimes rindou is a little reluctant... for safety reasons. one time, as he held you in one arm, web-shooting and swinging with the other, you nearly crashed into a train. it felt like he was holding a dolphin instead with the way you were screaming. but he ends up indulging in your requests because it means he gets to feel you close as you hold on for dear life.

you've been trusting him a little too much though, and he gets a heart attack every single time. for god's sake, stop trying to balance yourself on the edge of the rooftop! and don't loosen your grip around him when he takes you out for a swing, what if he drops you?

he'd never drop you. you're so sure of it, but rindou still wonders why you have that much faith in him.

what you don't have is faith in him to ever show up early.

you're waiting on your balcony late at night, annoyed because he was supposed to come see you at 8pm. it's 10pm now.

rindou comes swinging in, standing on the railing beside you with a jacket he had hastily slipped on over his spider suit. you immediately start scolding him as he puts on the rest of his clothes.

"you're late again, haitani. do you even remember what time we agreed on?"

he still had his mask on, but you can sense a cheeky grin hidden beneath it—as if you had some sixth sense of your own. "sorry, i've been busy saving the city." he responds, his tone cocky.

"oh, classic excuse. you're always pulling the spider-man card on me!" you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. he leaps and lands on the railing in front of you, taking his mask off.

"it's not easy, y'know? i was really on my way here before eight, and then i got distracted by a side quest," rindou quips. "it had way more dialogue to go through than i was expecting, and there was no skip button either." he couldn't help chuckling at his own joke, and you continued your bickering while he paces back and forth on the railings. but eventually, rindou realizes you're not actually that mad at him—you're just worried.

rindou softens and sits down in front of you. the way he perches over the narrow railing, the flesh of his butt spilling slightly over the edge like he's about to fall—if not for his special abilities keeping him stuck to it.

"look, i'm sorry. i really am."

rindou looks a bit different today, and you're trying to figure out why. maybe he doesn't look as stoic or otherwise cocky as he usually does. but just as the thought crosses your mind, he pulls his mask back on for some reason.

"i never thought someone like me would gain such a huge responsibility one day. it was so... sudden." rindou? venting? this was new even to you. "i just thought i'd be stronger ever since that day, win more fights on my own. but now i just get this itch to save everyone no matter how boring or tiring the fight is. and you–" he pauses, his gaze lingering on you for a second. "you're the only one who knows, the only one i can be real with about this whole double life thing. i can't lose that—i can't lose you."

"and you won't." you respond quickly, grabbing his hand. "i know it probably feels like you're carrying this all by yourself, but you've got me, okay? i promise i'll always be here." you reassure him and rindou is sure his heartbeat is a lot louder than it normally is.

rindou could stare at you all day. whether he was in the middle of class, or right now, when you're standing in front of him with the same eyes he loves to get lost in—except this time, they look a lot softer. the earlier tension melts away and he almost misses the way your hand moved to push his mask off. when he notices what you were doing, his body reacted on its own. you flinch when he disappears from your peripheral vision, but you can hear a slight thud from above you.

"hey, what are you doing up there?" you call out to him, leaning over the balcony railing as you search for him on your rooftop. "don't tell me you're getting all flustered on me now!" you tease him but jolt away from the railing when he appears in front of you again, dangling upside down from a web.

"flustered? me?" rindou snickers and he laughs—the kind you would let out when you're mocking someone, but it turns sheepish really quickly before it dies down. he tugs his mask off, just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face (would it be the top half now since he's upside down?). "i guess you're the only one who has that effect on me."

you raise an eyebrow, pretending to mull over his words. "the only one, huh?" you lean closer, resting your hands against the railing just inches away from his face. "sounds like a lot of power to give to someone."

he shrugs—or does the upside-down equivalent of it. "yeah well, with great power comes great responsibility, so... don't screw it up," he says and the spider eye on his mask winks at you, prompting you to chuckle and roll your eyes.

"alright," your hand moves up to rest on his cheek, caressing softly with your thumb. "i won't screw it up," you whisper before finally closing the gap, pressing your lips against his.

rindou would eventually find out about the spider society and canon events, and he'd immediately think of you.

he sees the future through the experiences of other spider-people, and his heart stops. what do you mean he could lose his only family? and the love of his life?

rindou was already hesitant to tell ran, but he probably had his suspicions already. and he knows how much more worried ran would be when he finds out. you were the one person he could confide in about such things. but for once, he's afraid to share something with you, the one thing that could change everything.

could he really try to save you and his brother, and put other universes at risk? it's a question that's been plaguing his mind, it gnaws at him. what if he wasn't bitten by that spider? what if he never became spider-man? would you still find your way to him? would the webs of fate be kind enough to keep you by his side even if someone else in his universe became spider-man?

rindou finds himself standing on the wall next to your window in the middle of the night, like a child running to his parent's room after a nightmare. he slips inside quietly, but makes his presence known.

you were lying in bed, not asleep yet. you glance over and see him all suited up. scooting over, you make some space on your bed for him, "you just gonna stand there?"

rindou exhales a quiet sigh of relief upon hearing your voice, but his heart aches at the same time. wordlessly, he yanks his mask off and crashes on top of your figure on the bed. for a moment, you're taken aback, it's not like you've never cuddled before, but he was making you uneasy today. the way he buries his face into your neck—his lips pressing gently against your skin, his arms engulf you in his embrace entirely, and the kicker? you feel something wet on your neck.

"hey–" you try to pull away slightly, but his grip tightens, keeping you in place. "rin, is everything okay? did something happen?"

rindou doesn't need to lift his head from your neck to see your furrowed eyebrows and widened eyes, he could sense it. he'd be lying if he said he didn't like that worried look on your face—he loves knowing that you care, but he liked it better when you're smiling. right now though? it doesn't matter what expression you wear. you could be angry with him for no good reason and he'd still be happy to see you. because it has to be you. it's always you.

"i'll try harder to show up on time for our dates," he murmurs, his voice shaky and muffled against your skin. "we'll do whatever you wanna do, just don't leave me. i'll always protect you, i promise." his words puzzle you, but you sense that you shouldn't press him, at least not now.

"i know," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. "i'm not going anywhere, rindou."

his hold around you tightens, pulling you impossibly closer. you could almost suffocate from how hot it was getting, but you couldn't care less. tomorrow isn't promised. so you hold him too, you hold him tight.

the more i read it the more i cringe so im gonna post it before i change my mind 😂😂 also i was not expecting the slight angst near the end LMAO

[asstroyess]

Things I noticed sitting front row in The Outsiders (ive also got full audio if anyone wants a specific scene)

- JPC!Soda hopping and shaking his butt in Anna!Ace’s face until she slapped it

- JPC telling Two-Bit ‘not cool’ and flipping him off when he brought up Darry being a soc

- Also JPC and Anna’s Soda and Ace being crazy flirty the entire time?? Like he was holding her in the wings and twirling her it was adorable

- Brody adding an extra riff (I think?) during the final parts of ‘Grease Got A Hold’, either way he was destroying itt

- Jordan!Steve absolutely tearing it UP during the Drive-In dance break, that man was on the floor hitting the ground and twerking like his life depended on it

- Also during the dance break (specifically the ‘oo ah ah!’ part) Brody sticking his tongue out and shaking his head

- Brody absolutely POPPING that collar before sauntering over to Cherry

- Also him jerkily nodding his head along like a robot while Cherry and Marcus introduces them

- Brody flinching and holding his face when Bob first confronts him at the drive-in

- Brody dropping his jacket on the chair with attitude before slamming it down and completely laying on the chair like angsty teenager during the start of ‘Runs In The Family (Reprise)’

- Darry being so mad during ‘Runs In The Family (Reprise)’ that he flinched at JPC and scared Sky so bad that JPC had to coax him over

- Brody’s face being all mocking and ‘oh suree’ as Darry rambles on before his eyes slowly sober and he realizes how seriously Darry he is

JCP sitting down to rub at Brody’s shoulder while putting himself between him and Darry

- During ‘Far Away From Tulsa’ you can just see JPC absolutely glaring at Brent as he tries to talk to him

- Brody repeatedly gesturing to his hair at every chance he gets in the church as they talk about how crazy life has gotten (he was in absolute ruins)

- JCP absolutely singing his heart out during ‘Soda’s Letter’ and ‘Throwing In The Towel’, his voice and the hug he gives Brent made my eyes lowkey misty

- Brent whispering ‘Two-Bit give me that!’ when he sees the newspaper during ‘Hoods Turned Heroes’

- Curtis Brothers having a very tight group hug after they win the rumble, VERY REMINISCENT OF THE CUT HUG FROM PREVIEWS (if anyone has a video I will forever be in ur debt)

- Also Brody and Anna turning to one another and screaming at eachother and the sky in excitement like the freaks they are

- Brody whispering ‘no, no, no’ repeatedly with the most distraught look on his face during Johnny’s death before collapsing in front of the bed

- JPC slowly kneeling down and dragging Brody into the tightest hug

- JPC’s impeccable walkie talkie impression during ‘Earth to Pony’ (I was shocked tbh)

- Also him staring into my soul as tears dramatically down my face during the rest of the scene

- Brody hitting himself in the head with Johnny’s clothes before shoving his head into them :(((

added bits i forgot

- As Dally is slowly placing down Johnny in the hospital bed, Brody immediately puts his hands under Sky’s head and neck to ever so softly and carefully place him down (whether this was a character choice or just making sure Sky doesn’t hit his head idk but it was adorable especially in such a gentle scene)

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi! I have been reading almost all your posts, I think? And I really really love how you write all of this! So, if possible, I have a request for the reader having 3 stands and getting shot tree times by the arrow. Even Enya wasn't sure of her survival, and one of her stand is attack, the other was defence, and the last is healing, but if she used all three stands, she unconscious for three days that's why she'll only use one or two at a time

(There's a lot more details in all three stands, but I'll give this much for now)

And please take your time. I can wait and thank you so much!!! And have a great day

hiii, i wasn't sure if you wanted certain characters' reactions but since u mentioned Enya and the stand arrow I'm going with part 3 characters but you can totally message me or comment if u wanted smth different instead- anywho thank u so much for being patient and ty for requesting and hope u enjoy <33 (also have a great day/night too!)

You were shot three times by the Stand Arrow, something not even Enya thought you could survive. But somehow, you did. The result: you now have three separate Stands - one for attack, one for defense, and one for healing.

The catch? If you use all three at once, you're unconscious for three whole days. You typically use just one or two at a time to avoid the cost.

DIO

“Three Stands... Three Arrows... and you survived.”

Completely obsessed. You're a miracle, a perfect example of divine power.

Wants you on his side immediately. May even offer you a place at his side as some twisted recognition of your power.

“You were born to be above others. Don’t squander it being a hero.”

If you reject him and collapse after using all three? He watches your sleeping body, murmuring to Enya about your potential.

Jotaro Kujo

“Tch. Of course you’d pull something insane like that.”

He’s lowkey impressed. He doesn’t show it much, but he watches your fights closely, analyzing how you shift between the Stands.

If he sees you trying to overexert yourself in battle: “Don’t. We’ve got this. Don’t pass out on us now.”

He takes it personally if you use all three to protect the group and then collapse. Will sit by your bed for three days and scowl at anyone who tries to make noise.

Joseph Joestar

“THREE Stands!? GOOD LORD, that’s... that’s amazing! Also absolutely bonkers, but amazing!”

He nerds out. Tries to research you like some kind of walking Stand anomaly.

Says you were blessed by the goddess of luck to even survive three arrow hits. He’s a mix of fascinated and slightly worried.

“You’re like a Swiss army knife! Wait- don’t pass out! Damn it!”

Polnareff

“Mon dieu... you’re like three warriors in one body!”

Thinks your ability is absolutely cool. Trains with you constantly.

Gets reckless during team battles thinking you can “cover everything” and then feels guilty when you collapse.

Will 100% volunteer to carry you bridal style while dramatically sobbing over your noble sacrifice.

Avdol

“That kind of power comes with a heavy cost. You’re incredibly strong, but promise me- don’t treat yourself like a weapon.”

Very calm and wise about it. Helps you develop strategies to only use what’s necessary.

Works with you to develop signals during fights so the team knows which Stand you’re using and what to expect.

He’s the one who makes sure you’re cared for when you’re unconscious- fresh water, cooled forehead, incense burning nearby.

Kakyoin

“Fascinating... It’s like your soul split itself three ways to survive.”

He’s the strategist. Will absolutely build battle plans around your abilities.

Gets super anxious when he sees you use all three. “No- don’t- she’s going to- !” and then you’re out cold.

Waits beside your bed reading or doodling until you wake up, then casually says, “You scared us again. Don’t do that.”

[cherrydipp]

hi i saw the show again yesterday so heres everything i remember

ACT 1

- first off. jordan chin stood behind us for THE FIRST TWO NUMBERS. HE WAVED AND SAID HI TO US WE WERE SO HAPPY. we heard him giggle. it was like when talking ben goes idle and he just laughs

- sorry if this is out of order

- henry chet is like fricken jittery he was shaking his legs when he got excited and also was so . cool. i dont care about chet but henry chet made me pay attention

- he was staring at cherry the ENTIRE TIME. and when he got confronted by bob he shrugged and like lowkey got pushed i think by bob.

- when cherry does her tire solo while he was waiting for her to take the drinks he did like a whistle and shook his head cuz he was blown away by her beauty ong

- CHERRY STUMBLED WHEN LIKE SHE LEANS ON BOB BY THE CAR and fell into him and played it off as a hug and kwp GIGGLED

- also she slipped when she ran up to say STOP IT JUST STOP IT BOB!!! like rlly bad i thought she was gonna fall

- johnny kicked dirt at marcia at the end of the fight

- I HAVE THE PERFECT VIEW OF TRIPBIT FIGHT SCENE BRUH DONT EVEN PLAY

- im sorry i doubted u davis paul. u look so tough laying on that car

- davis paul was EYEING down dallas as he say next to cherry ong dont play. he was ready to fight

- twobit almost slipped when he jumps up on the car to say he got one of their hubcaps

- I NEVER NOTICED HOW BABY JOHNNY WAS UNTIL NOW. HE IS ACTUALLY SO ADORABLE AND I GET EMOTIONAL LOOKING AT HIM

- cole trip i could hear him say something but i forgot what he said. i could hear him wolf whistle tho like clear

- THE WAY ALEX DALLY MOCKED MARCIA WAS SO FUNNY HE HAD LIKE A BRITISH ACCENT I WAS CRYING

- dan soda really happy about that soc girl thing he dapped up johnny

- omg during drive in concession trip tried to push johnny or something and marcia IMMEDIATELY shut it down. you could hear her slap him arm away

- during icttyan ace grabs beverlys dress in the background i never noticed that before

- I LOVE THE OPENING SCENE SO MUCH. oh trip got all in twobits business lowkey during that scene

- ACE AND MELVIN WERE GETTING INTO IT DURING THE BUCK MERRIL SCENE DAMNNNNN. okay melvin i didnt know you had game like that.

- when dan soda was cleaning off pony he took the rag and like used it to cover his mouth as a joke it was so silly hehehe

- dan soda doesnt take his shirt off at all ever i didnt know that

- ALEX DALLY IS RLLY GOOD. hes much more outspoken than aramie is. like aramie was like softspoken but he has really good voice and like sounds serious when he talks.

ACT 2

- Alex dally fumbled with his lines a lot but its okay cuz he still ate.

- His voice.. omfg . u guys. he is SO. powerful. run run brother… little brother… actually had me geeked.

- dan soda was super loud during the rumble and so was trip im pretty sure… ugh angry trip i love u… just how ur supposed to be… dan soda shouted something like GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT i think. it was him. im almost positive

- devin brill was SO aggresive trying to snatch that jacket from cherry omfg. and colr was also aggressive. i think he like jumped at her i couldnt rlly tell cuz devin was in the way but she flinched back.

- sorry i can get over cherry falling into bob that was so cute u guys dont get it ☹️☹️

- alex during little brother genuinely all of his singing had so much emotion and his acting.

- hoods turned heroes or some number. SOMETHING and i think soda jumped into darrys arms it was so cute

- oh also forgot to mention but dan soda playing around with darry during ggah and him laughing ☹️

- darry crying during the entire last few scenes actually has me so emotional. i love how he is able to show the vulnerability of being an older sibling. it’s like hes full on sobbing yet hes still trying to hide it from his baby brothers and look strong for them.

- the transition into hopeless war when dallas walks off, he said his line about snapping a socs neck RIGHT into cherrys face.

- cherry being right at the front for little brother when theyre all below actually make me so upset. her and ponyboys survivor guilt. both of them thinking they are the reason three boys died. ill never get over it. survivor guilts number 1 victims

- dan soda seemed sad to say bye to cherry when she left after giving pony the clothes.

- when twobit gets jumped and the cigarette burnt on him trip had an evil grin for a moment. why u so evil damn. did u like that.

- I GREW SUCH A LOVE FOR JOHNNY CADE DURING THIS SHOW OH MY GOODNESS. the way sky plays him is so perfect. he always looks so small just like i imagined in the books. curling his knees up and always moving and he flinches at EVERYTHING. his voice kills me everytime he is so amazing. johnny is so ☹️

- oh forgot to mention during the drive in when dallas yells at johnny his leg was anxiously shaking the entire time and he put his hands on it to make it stop.

- aces mic was turned UPPP during hoods turned heroes.

- davis growl when he said BOB didnt need to dieee had be feral. his voice is also really clear

- davis paul who was sweet and gentle when telling cherry to tell the officer who killed bob, but the second she went strictly against him he got SO mad so fast and angry. cherrypaul sibling angst thank uuu

okay thats all bye

[sanesaviour]

yeah I think I did well this time

Flash Thompson finally

I was avoiding drawing him for so long bc I’m scared of drawing more buff characters lol but I think I nailed it

Headcanons:

1. uses humor to mask his insecurities, his over the top confidence and insults are defense mechanism, he is afraid of being seen as weak, but secretly feels inferior to his peers, he is jealous how successful people are - for example Peter and Ava are probably smartest people at school, Harry insanely rich and popular, MJ works at DBC, so it sometimes feels that everyone is better than him

2. always wanted to be hero deep down, despites being bully he really wishes that he could be like Spiderman, brave, selfless and admired… before becoming agent venom he lowkey thought he could be Spiderman’s sidekick lol

3. has complicated relationship with his parents, mainly with his father, which fuels some of his aggression and need for attention… he spends only little time at his home actually

4. has no idea Peter is spidey but after he’d finds out he’d go through every emotion - betrayed, amazed, furious, then proud… eventually, he’d brag that he always knew (he didn’t)… after that he would become more friendly towards peter and be protective of him… sometimes he would invite him to parties but pretend it was accident like “you are here? whatever, don’t embarrass yourself”

5. he genuinely likes MJ, he actually listens to her when she talks about justice or doing right thing, it lot of times stick with him… also he would try to impress her by bragging about his Spiderman expertise,… she’d be unimpressed

6. him and Harry would be okay around each other, not friends but they wouldn’t mind each others presence, they wouldn’t really talk at school but they often meet randomly at parties so they kinda know things about each other… he is bit jealous of Harry’s wealth and his fancy style in general but not that much he would hate him for it,… they are kinda rivals I would say but it more passive way… also during period of time where Harry would loose venom and before flash getting to it (the time when Harry would distance himself from everyone) he would notice and be bit worried about him

7. even tho he don’t like much Peter and ultimates at time they are new at school, after while he kinda befriends Luke (since they both like sports and gym they would kinda get along),… also when Peter’s words about not bullying others doesn’t work on him Peter sends Luke to scold Flash bc he knows he might actually listen to Luke… Luke would be just like: “man we already talked about this- not cool”

8. on the other hand after sam finds out Peter doesn’t like flash he immediately tries to befriend him, just to piss him off… but- flash sees sam as same loser as peter is, and he would definitely pick up on him too… but later on they would bound over making fun of Peter

9. this might be bit controversial BUT- I think he is totally intimidated by Ava but also thinks she is cool… he’s tried to flirt, tried to hide it with teasing and bragging and failed miserably… after that he just gives her very awkward thumbs up when she walks by

10. this will be no surprise but - he thinks Danny is weird, in his eyes he is loser number 3 to Peter and Sam lol, he would try to pick up on him too, but after he’d be paired up with Danny during P.E. for wrestling, and loosing to him during 5 seconds he would never ever try to make fun of him again

yep that’s all for now, enjoy

[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ LOST & FOUND - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: y/n is lowkey on her death bed but has plot armor, dabi being his usual "uncaring" self, she/her pronouns, not anatomy specified, tinyyy bit of angst, "fluff", and yeah! lolzies

Word Count: 4.7k

Author's Note: hey guys! this was written a little bit before kinktober started but i decided to finish it up and post it now lol.

y/n's world had changed the moment she was captured. once a member of the league of villains, she now found herself imprisoned by the corrupted heroes who tortured her daily, trying to extract information on her allies. she endured three long, agonizing months of pain and suffering, but she refused to speak a word.

dabi had been relentless in his pursuit, growing more furious by the day. the league had tried multiple times to infiltrate the heroes' hideout, but each attempt had been thwarted. the heroes were prepared, and they were merciless. but dabi's patience wore thin. the constant failure stirred an unfamiliar feeling in him—a festering worry he struggled to ignore. he convinced himself it was nothing more than the desire to reclaim his teammate. nothing more, he told himself.

but then one day, the league found the location of y/n’s prison. the moment they had it, dabi stormed in without a second thought. blue flames burst forth from his fingertips, devouring anything in their path as he moved through the halls of the hideout, leaving nothing but charred destruction in his wake.

finally, he found her, barely conscious and bound in a small, cold cell. her eyes fluttered weakly open when she sensed his presence.

“still alive, huh?” dabi’s voice was rough, his words cutting. “can’t believe it. you look like death warmed over.”

y/n blinked up at him, too weak to retort. but he noticed the spark in her gaze hadn’t quite faded. he knelt down beside her, his expression hard, hiding the turbulence roiling in his chest. he used one hand to break her chains, though his grip was almost harsh.

“pathetic. you let them do this to you?” his voice was sharp, but the look in his eyes was almost soft.

“they…tried…” she mumbled, her lips dry and cracked, “but i didn’t…tell them anything.”

dabi huffed. “yeah, no kidding. would’ve burned this place down even if you had.”

as he scooped her into his arms, his touch was surprisingly gentle. she shivered, the warmth from his skin a comfort she hadn’t felt in months. his words stayed rough, his tone cold, but the way he held her told a different story.

“don’t get used to this,” he muttered, eyes trained forward as they escaped the hideout. “i didn’t come here to save you. just didn’t want to deal with all the whining if i let you die.”

y/n gasped as dabi carried her, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the coldness of her own skin. she tried to focus on his face, but the world around her faded in and out, blurring into an indistinguishable haze. every jolt of movement sent a sharp pain coursing through her, a reminder of the abuse she had endured. she winced, feeling her strength waning.

“put me down,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but he kept moving, determined.

“shut up,” he replied curtly, his grip tightening slightly, as if he feared losing her.

another wave of pain shot through her, more intense than the last. her breath caught, and suddenly, she felt herself slipping. “touya…” she managed to say, her voice trembling. “i think i’m dying here.”

without warning, he stopped, the harshness in his demeanor cracking just for a moment. he lowered her gently to the ground, his eyes scanning her body with fierce intensity. she could see the worry flickering behind his cool facade, the flames that danced in his gaze reflecting a sense of urgency.

“where?” he demanded, a harsh edge to his voice as he knelt beside her. “where does it hurt?”

“everywhere,” she admitted, but a teasing smile crossed her lips despite the pain. “call me corny, but you should’ve seen the other guys. they looked worse than me.”

dabi narrowed his eyes, irritation flashing across his face at her joking manner. “this isn’t a joke, y/n.”

“you really think I’d let a bunch of wannabe heroes take me out that easily?” she shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. “they were no match for me. clearly, they didn’t get the memo that I’m not just some damsel in distress.”

“if you’re so tough, why are you lying on the ground?” he shot back, a sneer creeping into his voice. “you look like you’ve been run over by a train.”

“ow, harsh much?” she retorted, but the teasing tone was wavering. “can’t blame a girl for trying to make light of the situation.”

“you think this is funny?” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he leaned closer. “you look like shit, and if you keep acting like this, you’ll actually die.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, but another wave of pain shot through her, making her grimace. “but honestly, I’m tired, and I’m starting to think this might be a bit much for me.”

“good,” he grunted, his expression hardening again. “maybe this will teach you not to underestimate your enemies next time.”

“you’re a real gem, you know that?” she said, rolling her eyes even as tears threatened to spill. “if I survive this, I’m definitely getting you a trophy for ‘worst rescue ever.’”

“you’re lucky I’m even here,” he said coldly, his gaze flicking over her injuries. “you should be thanking me instead of cracking jokes.”

“thank you, touya,” she said, her voice softening for a moment. “seriously.”

he huffed, looking away, but she could see the tension in his shoulders. “just don’t make me regret saving you, okay?”

“no promises,” she replied with a weak grin, but the teasing edge in her voice was fading. “you know I’m too stubborn for that.”

“you’re a damn fool, y/n,” he muttered, the frustration evident in his voice as he wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. “you think you’re invincible, but look where that’s gotten you. this isn’t a game.”

“i know that,” she said, the teasing tone gone as she felt the gravity of her situation. “but I’m not ready to die here. I still have too many things to do.”

“you better pull yourself together then,” he snapped, his voice harsh but the underlying concern evident. “because I’m not carrying a corpse out of here.”

“no need to get dramatic, touya,” she replied, trying to muster the strength for a smile. “I’m not dead yet.”

“you’re damn lucky I don’t just leave you here,” he grumbled, but the way he looked at her was a mix of annoyance and something softer. “now, let’s get moving before they come back.”

he scooped her up again, his grip firm yet careful. together, they would face whatever awaited them outside. and even in the chaos around them, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite his harsh words, there was something deeper in his concern—something that gave her strength even as her body protested.

“don’t drop me, or I swear I’ll haunt you,” she said, her voice light despite the pain.

“like I’d ever let you go,” he replied, though his tone remained sharp. “now shut up and focus. we’re getting out of this hellhole.”

as he carried her away from the ashes of their enemies, y/n held onto the resolve within her, refusing to let despair take hold. and while dabi kept his distance, his harsh demeanor hiding the concern beneath, she knew that as long as they were together, they would fight to survive.

----

the familiar sights and sounds of the league’s hideout enveloped y/n like a comforting blanket, but that sense of safety was overshadowed by the pain that coursed through her body. dabi carried her through the entrance, his presence a steady anchor amid the chaos of their return.

“get the hell out of my way.” he spoke as they passed several members who rushed to meet them, concern etched on their faces. “she’s injured, and you all need to back off. she doesn’t need a dozen people hovering over her right now.”

“dabi!” twice called from the other side of the room, his expression darkening at the sight of y/n’s condition. “what happened?”

“later,” dabi snapped, brushing past him and heading down the hall toward his room. “just make sure they don’t crowd her. she’s had enough of that shit already.”

y/n barely registered the exchange as her head lolled against dabi’s shoulder. her strength was fading fast, and the pain was creeping back in, clawing at her insides. the world blurred again as he opened the door to his room, setting her down gently on his bed.

“stay put,” he said tersely, stepping back. “I’ll be right back. I need to talk to shigaraki.”

as the door clicked shut, y/n felt a wave of despair wash over her. the warmth of the room felt suffocating, and all the bravado she had tried to maintain crumbled. she pulled her knees to her chest, a shaky breath escaping her as she allowed the tears to spill over.

“damn it,” she whispered, her voice breaking. she buried her face against her knees, the memories of her time with the heroes crashing over her like a tidal wave. the pain, the torture, the isolation—it all hit her at once, leaving her gasping for air.

she clenched her fists, hating how vulnerable she felt. the sobs bubbled up, and she let them come, tears soaking into her knees as she tried to muffle the sounds. she cursed herself under her breath, her nails digging into her palms. “just keep it together.” she muttered repeatedly.

after a few agonizing moments, the door swung open again, and dabi stepped inside. his expression shifted from irritation to confusion at the sight of her in such a state.

“what the hell is up with you?” he demanded, his voice harsh. “you’re back home, and you’re crying? what’s wrong now?”

y/n quickly wiped her tears away, trying to compose herself as best she could. “oh, you know me,” she said, attempting to keep her tone light despite the tremor in her voice. “just enjoying a little spa day here.”

dabi’s brows furrowed, and he stepped closer, concern leaking through his aggression. “this isn’t a joke, y/n. you look like you’re about to pass out. get it together.”

“easy for you to say,” she shot back, her snark returning as she wiped her cheeks dry, though more tears slipped past her efforts. “some of us don’t have fire powers to keep us warm and cozy.”

“seriously, what’s the point of acting like this?” he asked, exasperation lacing his tone. “if you’re hurt, just say it instead of pretending you’re fine.”

“i’m fine,” she insisted, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her. “just a little sore, that’s all.”

“y/n, you’re not fooling anyone,” he growled, frustration bubbling under the surface. “if you’re feeling like this, you need to tell me. it’s not going to help if you just sit here and cry like a baby.”

“what do you want me to say?” she snapped, tears streaming down her cheeks again despite her efforts. “that they broke me? that they got under my skin? well, they did! and it hurt like hell! but you don’t get it, do you?”

dabi flinched at her words, but he quickly masked it with a scowl. “no, I don’t get it, because I don’t go around feeling sorry for myself. I’m not going to let you wallow in your own misery. we’ve got enough problems without you adding to them.”

“thanks for the pep talk, touya,” she shot back, a bitter smile crossing her face even as she choked on her emotions. “you really know how to lift a girl’s spirits.”

“you want to be tough, fine. but don’t think I won’t notice when you’re falling apart,” he replied, his tone sharp but lacking malice. “if you’re in pain, just admit it. we’ll figure it out together.”

“don’t count on me getting soft just because I’m hurt,” she said defiantly, though she could feel the tears still falling, an irritating reminder of her vulnerability. “I’m still me.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said dismissively, but there was an undertone of concern in his voice. “but don’t think for a second I won’t drag you back from the edge if I have to.”

y/n took a shaky breath, wiping her eyes one last time. “you really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“shut up,” he grumbled, but the hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “you’re an idiot. just remember that.”

with that, the tension in the room shifted slightly, but yn knew she still had a long way to go. she would heal, but she’d do it in her own way. with dabi at her side, even if he acted like a jerk sometimes, she felt a little less alone. together, they would figure this out, one step at a time.

the room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by y/n’s occasional sniffles as she fought to regain her composure. the tension in the air was thick, a mix of unspoken words and emotions swirling between them. dabi stood a few feet away, his expression conflicted as he watched her struggle.

“you’re really gonna keep crying, huh?” he finally broke the silence, his tone somewhere between annoyance and concern. he wasn’t used to this—seeing someone so vulnerable and broken, especially someone like y/n who had always been a source of defiance and strength.

y/n shrugged, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “what can I say? it’s a real downer to be tortured by wannabe heroes. I’m just processing.”

“yeah, well, you can process without the waterworks,” he muttered, but he took a step closer. something inside him stirred—a mix of protectiveness and frustration that he couldn’t quite shake off.

“easier said than done,” she replied, her voice shaky. “this is new territory for me.”

dabi rolled his eyes, but he found himself moving closer, drawn by an impulse he didn’t fully understand. he stood beside her, casting a long shadow over the bed. “you look like you could use something other than a pity party,” he said, his tone gruff but softer than before.

“what do you suggest? a party for one?” she replied, trying to muster a smirk. “at least I can invite you to the festivities.”

“real funny,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm, but he settled beside her on the bed. the moment their shoulders brushed, a warmth spread through him, grounding the storm of emotions swirling inside.

“what are you doing?” y/n asked, surprise evident in her voice.

“shut up and stop crying,” he ordered, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. “it’s annoying.”

“so, your solution is to sit here and be annoyed with me?” she shot back, but there was a hint of gratitude in her voice.

“just be quiet for a second,” he replied, his voice low. “you look like you need a break from all the bullshit.”

y/n paused, feeling the weight of his presence beside her. the warmth radiating from him was oddly comforting. she took a shaky breath, attempting to gather herself. “you’re surprisingly good at this, touya,” she said quietly.

“don’t get used to it,” he replied, but his expression softened slightly. without thinking, he reached over and placed a hand on her back, applying just enough pressure to ground her in the moment. it was a gesture that felt intimate, yet he kept his gaze trained away, focused on the wall.

“this is weird,” y/n murmured, feeling the heat of his hand seep through her shirt. “you actually care, huh?”

“don’t push it,” he replied, but there was no bite in his tone. “just… don’t fall apart on me, alright? I didn’t come all this way to babysit you.”

“fine, fine. I’ll try to keep my emotions in check,” she promised, though the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

“good,” he said, letting out a frustrated sigh. “because if you keep this up, I’m going to start worrying, and that’s not something I want to deal with.”

the room fell silent again, the only sound being the occasional sniffle from y/n as she struggled to regain her composure. the warmth of dabi’s hand on her back was a steady reminder that she wasn’t alone. she leaned into it slightly, finding comfort in his presence, even if it was begrudgingly given.

“you really are the worst,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter. “but I guess I’ll take what I can get.”

“just remember that when you’re back to being a smartass,” he replied, pulling his hand away as he straightened up. “I can’t have you getting soft on me, or I’ll have to do something drastic.”

“like what?” she challenged, a hint of her old fire returning. “give me a pep talk about how I should fight harder next time?”

“exactly,” he smirked, a glimmer of amusement shining through the hardened exterior he maintained. “or maybe I’ll just throw you back to those heroes and let them finish what they started.”

“now that’s just mean,” y/n said, a smile breaking through her tears. “you’re supposed to be my rescuer, not my tormentor.”

“like I said, don’t get used to it,” he shot back, though his tone held a playful edge. “but don’t think I’m letting you off easy just because you’ve had a rough patch.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, her heart lighter as they settled into an uneasy camaraderie. even with the pain still throbbing in her body, the warmth of their banter eased the ache in her soul.

“just… get some rest,” he added, standing up and moving toward the door. “I’ll be back. try not to cry more than necessary.”

“no promises, touya,” she teased, watching him with a fondness that surprised her.

as the door clicked shut behind him, y/n let out a small breath, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within her. maybe she wasn’t as alone as she thought, even in the depths of despair.

the night stretched on, silence enveloping the hideout as the rest of the league settled into their routines. hours passed since dabi had left y/n in his room, and he found himself thinking about her more than he cared to admit. when he finally returned, he opened the door quietly, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the stillness.

he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her sleeping form curled up on his bed. her face was peaceful, the pain temporarily eased by the escape of sleep. a hint of softness crept into his expression, but he quickly masked it with annoyance. he didn’t have time for this sentimental crap.

“tch,” he muttered under his breath, walking over to the bed. he slid in beside her, the warmth of the covers wrapping around him. almost instinctively, she shuffled, sensing his presence even in her sleep.

“what are you doing?” she mumbled, her voice thick with drowsiness as she blinked up at him. “this is my room, you know?”

“it’s my fucking bed, dumbass,” dabi shot back, trying to keep his voice steady despite the flicker of amusement in his eyes.

“oh shit… my bad,” she replied, realization washing over her. y/n attempted to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain shot through her body, making her gasp. she winced, her hands instinctively pressing against her side.

“the fuck are you doing, y/n?” dabi snapped, concern bleeding through his irritation as he watched her struggle.

“just… trying to get back to my room,” she replied, gritting her teeth against the pain. “I’m fine, really.”

“you’re clearly not fine,” he growled, sitting up and placing a firm hand on her shoulder, gently but insistently pushing her back down. “you need to rest. are you trying to kill yourself?”

“it’s not that bad,” she insisted, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. she could feel the pain intensifying, a reminder of the hell she’d endured.

dabi narrowed his eyes at her stubbornness. “let me see,” he demanded, shifting closer. he placed a hand on her side, applying gentle pressure. the moment he pressed down, y/n let out a wince, the pain flaring anew.

“what the fuck was that for, touya?!” she exclaimed, irritation flashing in her eyes as she shot him a glare, even though it was obvious she was still hurting.

“get it through your head. you’re not invincible,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with a hint of frustration. he could see the pain etched on her features, and it made something twist in his gut.

“thanks for the reminder, but I didn’t need you to be a jackass about it,” she retorted, her voice sharp despite the way her breath hitched from the lingering pain. she winced again as she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“you think this is easy for me?” dabi shot back, his tone harsher than he intended. he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “just sit still, okay? it’ll help.”

with a reluctant nod, she settled back against the pillows, but he could see the way her body was tense, how she was fighting against the pain. he felt a surge of annoyance at himself for not being able to do more. “look,” he started, his voice softer now, “I’m just trying to help. you really need to rest.”

she met his gaze, the stubborn fire still in her eyes but dimmed by fatigue. “fine,” she murmured, allowing her head to lean back against the wall as she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the discomfort.

dabi’s irritation faded as he watched her. she was strong, but even the toughest needed support. without thinking, he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. she tensed slightly at first, but then relaxed into him, seeking the warmth he offered.

“there. it’s not a big deal,” he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, but the hint of protectiveness seeped through.

“you’re such a softy, touya,” y/n teased, though her voice was weaker, softer now. “I can’t believe you’re actually cuddling with me.”

“shut up,” he replied, his tone defensive. “this is just practical. it’s warmer, and you need to stop shivering.”

“practical, huh?” she echoed, snuggling a bit closer to him. “sure, keep telling yourself that.”

dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t push her away. he found himself relishing the quiet moment, the way her breathing began to slow as she relaxed against him. it felt oddly comforting, and he couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through him.

the silence wrapped around them like a thick blanket, filled only by the soft sounds of y/n's breathing. she nestled closer into dabi’s side, the heat radiating from him providing comfort against the chill of her lingering pain. he shifted slightly, instinctively tightening his hold around her shoulders.

after a few moments, y/n broke the quiet. “did you miss me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. she turned her head slightly to gauge his reaction, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, despite the weight of the question.

dabi’s brow furrowed as he looked down at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and something softer. “you think I have time to miss anyone?” he replied, his tone gruff, but there was an underlying warmth there that didn’t go unnoticed.

“come on, it’s a simple question,” she pressed, trying to suppress a smile. “you could just say yes, you know.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, a hint of exasperation in his eyes. “fine. maybe I missed you a little,” he admitted, his voice begrudgingly honest. “not that I’d tell anyone else.”

“oh really?” she said, feigning surprise. “a little? I’d say I was gone for quite a while. you should have been lonely without me.”

“lonely? hardly,” he scoffed, though she could see the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “I had plenty of things to keep me occupied. but yeah, it was… quieter.”

y/n smiled at that, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. “I guess I was kind of fun to have around,” she teased lightly.

“you were more annoying than fun,” he shot back, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “always getting in the way. but I guess it’s better than having nothing to deal with.”

“so, you missed my annoying self then?” she prodded, enjoying this back-and-forth.

“shut up,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words. “just don’t go getting yourself captured again. I don’t want to deal with the consequences.”

as the night deepened, the soft glow from the single lamp in the corner of the room cast a warm light over y/n and dabi. she could hear the faint sounds of the league moving about outside, but in this moment, it felt like they were the only two in existence. she relaxed further into his side, feeling a strange sense of safety she hadn’t felt in months.

“you know,” she began, her voice trailing off as she considered her words, “being away from all of you… it was different. I didn’t think I’d miss it, but I did.”

“what, the chaos?” dabi replied, arching an eyebrow. “you’re telling me you missed all the arguing, the plans going wrong, and the constant danger?”

“maybe not the danger,” she admitted, a small laugh escaping her lips. “but yeah, I missed the thrill. I missed you guys.” she paused, glancing up at him. “I even missed your terrible sense of humor.”

“my humor is perfect,” he shot back, a smirk creeping onto his face. “you just don’t understand true comedy.”

“right, keep telling yourself that,” she teased, then grew serious for a moment. “but really, I just… I missed being part of something. even if it is a little chaotic.”

dabi’s expression softened slightly, and he nodded. “I get it. being alone sucks. but you’re not alone anymore. we’re all messed up in our own ways, but we look out for each other. that’s what makes this whole thing work.”

“yeah, I know,” she said softly, her heart swelling at his words. “and I’m grateful for that. I never thought I’d find a place where I truly belonged, especially here.”

“well, don’t go getting all mushy on me now,” he replied, trying to mask the warmth flooding his chest with a chuckle. “I’d hate to ruin my tough-guy reputation.”

“too late for that,” she said with a smirk. “you’ve already cuddled with me, remember? tough guy or not, you’ve got a soft spot.”

“shut up,” he muttered, but he couldn’t suppress the slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. “just don’t get too comfortable with the whole cuddling thing.”

“too late,” y/n said, a playful glint in her eyes. “I think I might just make this a regular occurrence.”

dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. instead, he leaned back against the pillows, pulling her with him. “whatever. just don’t expect me to go easy on you when you’re back to being a pain in the ass.”

they lay there in silence, the warmth between them easing the tension and exhaustion that had been building for so long. y/n shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to dabi’s neck, her lips lingering just a moment before she pulled back. she felt his muscles tense, and she looked up, half-expecting him to scold her.

"y/n," he murmured, voice firm but with an edge of something softer. she looked up at him, searching his eyes, caught off guard by the intensity there. before she could say anything, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started slow, almost hesitant, then deepened, as if he was trying to say everything he couldn't put into words.

her hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, feeling the tension drain from her body. she melted into him, their breaths mingling, the world fading until it was just the two of them. the kiss was a silent promise, a reminder of all they'd been through and the unspoken connection that tethered them together.

finally, they broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, and y/n whispered, "goodnight, touya."

"night, idiot."

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chapter three.

| touya todoroki (dabi) x fem!reader |

wc: 3.40k

summary: reader encounters dabi, but she doesn't recognize him at alllllll.

a/n: i am grinding out these chapters rn fr!!

NOW PLAYING: birds of a feather b. eilish

the UA sports festival is the same as it always is. the new kids fight, the older kids fight, heroes send in offers to those they want, and so on. 

you’re proud of the fight katsuki put up against shoto, and you gave his hair a good ruffle when he came by to see your parents and yourself after his final match. 

“maybe if you’re lucky, best jeanist will send you an offer!” mitsuki squeals, and you roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stand next to katsuki, whose sweaty from his fight and smells strongly of caramel beside you. 

“eh, we want todoroki mom, best jeanist said I get to pick this year,” you say with a satisfied smirk on your face, and you watch katsuki’s eyebrows crinkle in frustration. 

“i didn’t want to be at your shitty agency anyways you pimp!” he squeals angrily, and you laugh.

“katsuki! don’t call your sister a pimp!” your mom commands sternly swatting his head, shutting katsuki up. 

in reality, before you and best jeanist had even watched katsuki begin to fight, he told you he was already planning on sending your brother an offer. the fight only solidified it. you were super proud of him, not that you would ever tell him. 

“i don’t know katsuki, some agencies probably don’t want a brat like you,” you chide, and he narrows his red eyes at you, to which you roll your own.  he grumbles incoherently, before mitsuki rushes to give him a hug, your dad simply watching the typical family interaction unfold. 

“we’re still soooooo proud of you ‘suki! make sure to text us when your offers come in!” Mitsuki exclaims, as katsuki tries to force your mom off of her. “whatever, shitty woman,” he grumbles, and your dad pats him on the back, as they begin to walk off. you wave them both off, and soon it’s just you and katsuki. 

“wanna come over friday night for a movie? you can tell me all the school goss,” you say cooly, and katsuki grunts. 

“sure, but you’re buying food. and snacks,” he says gruffly, and you chuckle, ruffling his hair. 

“‘course suki, wouldn’t want it any other way,” you respond, and your brother moves to swat your arm away. 

“do any cool shit lately? I saw your interview from the other day, but news on you has been a bit quiet,” he comments, and you smile, as the two of you start walking around the sports festival arena. 

“faced off with some fire quirk last night, lowkey beat his ass up. he was also like super burnt, it was kinda weird,” you say, and katsuki hums. 

“did you do the shield move?” he asks, masking his excitement, and you nod. katsuki would never admit this, but ever since you went pro, you’re secretly his favorite hero (all might is obviously #2). 

“yeah, it worked pretty well. he was pretty strong, but he ran off right as the patrolling heroes showed up,” you said, sunlight pouring down onto the both of you as you continued to stroll. 

“you ever hear back from that douche earth quirk guy? he sounded like a real piece of work,” katsuki asks gruffly, and you sigh. 

“nah, he ghosted me. i think he just wanted a story to tell his friends or somethin’ stupid like that,” the only downside to being a pro hero, and wearing a skimpy costume, was a lot of guys really just wanted bragging rights to having gone out with the ground zero. it was getting pretty exhausting. 

“I’ll beat the shit out of him if I ever cross paths with him,” katsuki says assertively, and you chuckle. despite you being older, you can’t help but admire katsuki’s protectiveness over you. 

“this dunce-face in my class keeps begging me to get your autograph, says you saved him and shit,” he chides. 

“oh that yellow haired kid? yeah I vaguely remember him ogling me back at USJ,” you comment, and katsuki huffs angrily.

“damn extra’s gotta a stupid fucking crush on you. winter needs to hurry the fuck up so you’ll put a damn shirt back on,” he says, and stifle a laugh.

“not my fault justin timberlake wrote sexyback after seeing me,” you say, smile plastered on your face. 

“who the fuck even is that? another one of your american artists? he chides. 

you spent the summer before your third year interning with electplant in America. let’s just say you had a hard time letting go of the American culture there. it didn’t help that electplant was in with all the boy bands and male singers. 

“yeah, he’s pretty popular. some crazy songs too,” you reply, and katsuki shrugs.  

you feel a buzz against your chest, and you grab your phone out of your utility belt, seeing a notification from sapphire about an interview you have in 30 minutes, accompanied by some paperwork after. you sigh, turning to katsuki, ”okay shit, I gotta go, duty calls,” you say, and he rolls his eyes at you, offering a huff as your feet warm up, and you blast off. 

“DO MORE COOL SHIT BEFORE FRIDAY, YOU PIMP ASS,” he calls out as you propel up in the sky. you simply flip him off as your response, before flying into the blue sky. 

you immediately know something’s wrong as you unlock your door and the faintest smell of cigarettes and burnt rubber hits your nose. your apartment always smells like a combination of vanilla, brown sugar, and whatever the last thing you cooked in there was. 

you cautiously open your door, softly dropping your backpack with a clink, not feeling up to turning on the lights just yet. your arm goes behind your back, and you open your palm, a red arrowhead formulating in your hand, as you use your other hand to turn on the lights. 

“what the fuck are you doing here,” you spit out.

in your living room, seated on your plush, fuzzy white chair, is none other than the patchwork criminal you’d fought the other night. a smirk dances across his face as his palm lights up, a blue flame making its home in his hand. you can see him better in the light, make out the dark, purple flesh that bandages his body in face, held together by silver staples that protrude. he looks painful, like a dull ache surrounds his every move. his dark, black hair shot up in spikes, matching his painfully annoying presence in his apartment. 

“cool it, wonder woman—,” he begins, but you cut him off in an instant. 

“look, if you’re here to try and fight or kill me, can we at least not do it in my apartment? i told my best friend she could have my apartment if I died, and I know my brother would kill me if I got his all might slippers burned up in a fight,” you say agonizingly, and a look of surprise grace’s the criminal’s face. 

a few moment’s of silence go by. “so, is outside an option?” you inquire again, not refusing to move an inch, arrowhead still tucked behind your back.

“i’m not here to kill you, just needed a place to crash,” the patchwork criminal comments cooly, and your face contorts with confusion. 

“so you chose to crash into a pro hero’s apartment?” you ask incredulously, your head tilting to the side as one of your eyes twitches slightly. 

“right on the money, wonder woman. nice digs you got here too, pretty cozy,” he comments, extinguishing the flame in his hand as a sign of peace. 

“good fuck, why me of all people?” you ask, clenching your fist in anger. 

“i ought to report you right away and haul your ass to jail,” you say crudely, and the burnt criminal rolls his eyes at you. 

“i have a feeling if you planned on doing that you would’ve done it by now,” he says, his tone still cool and unbothered, which pisses you off even more. you can’t help but feel royally pissed off with how your body doesn’t feel the need to blast this fucker’s head off. that, and a weird sense of deja vu has washed over you, but you can’t really place your finger on why you’re feeling that way. 

with a dejected sigh, you bring the hand behind your back to in front of you, and toss the arrow towards the kitchen. 

patchwork’s eyes immediately widen as he recognizes one of your bombs. he’s even more alarmed at the fact that you mindlessly tossed it towards your kitchen. surely it’s going to damage your apartment. as he mildly braces himself for an explosion while you start to take off your burgundy boots, it instead fizzles out like a sparkler. it’s kinda cute, and the strong smell of brown sugar graces the air. 

once your boots are off, you slip on your slippers, and pad over to the kitchen, fetching yourself some water. patchwork eyes you lazily, eyes fixed on you as you fill up a glass of water, and put it on the counter. 

“you want water? least I can do it entertain you since you’re so damn set on trashing my apartment,” you spit out, although your voice isn’t necessarily laced with anger. 

“sure,” he responds, and you nod, filling up another glass, before walking over to the couch, handing him a glass of water, before sitting down. 

he notices that you’re still in your hero suit, except you’ve thrown a sweatshirt over it, a dark gray crewneck with a faint UA CLASS OF XXXX on it. of course you went to UA. it checks out. you’re a hero for pete’s sake. you pick up on where his eyes lay, and you roll your eyes. 

“sorry dickhead, I cover up after hours,” you say with an annoyed tone and patchwork’s eyes dart to yours, narrowing as he looks at you. 

“wasn’t staring at your tits, wonder woman, at the words on your shirt,” he spits out in disgust. how dare you assume he’d do such a thing. he literally objectifies women all the time but whatever. your eyes glimmer at him apologetically for a moment, as you try to find words to correct what you said. Instead, you take a sip from your glass of water, finding something to distract yourself with. 

“why are you a hero?” the blue flamed criminal mutters, and your head perks up as your burgundy eyes meet his piercing, blue, and somewhat familiar eyes.  

“why are you a criminal?” you shoot back, a ghost of a smirk gracing your face as you stare him down. he scoffs. 

“asked you first,” he responds cooly, taking his first sip of water from the glass you’d handed him. you sigh in defeat, and shrug your shoulders. 

“fuck it, I guess I’ll just tell you my life story while I’m at it, creep,” you say, and patchwork stifles a chuckle, eyes scanning you over. 

“i didn’t want to be a hero of any sorts til I was eleven,” you begin, eyes drifting to the plant nestled in the corner of the room behind patchwork. 

“why?” he responds fast— too fast for his liking, and you shake your head in amusement. 

“easy patchwork, I’m getting there,” you respond cooly, and his face blanks over. 

“i wanted to be in early quirk development. my younger brother struggled a bit at first when his quirk manifested, and he was always one degree away from blowing the house up. i worked for hours with him to help him control it a little bit. made me wanna explore it more,” you ramble, your voice trailing off as your eyes gleam, a hint of sadness coming to the surface. 

“then, the brother of my closest childhood friend died,” you say grimly, and it takes everything in patchwork to keep his composure. 

“i was pretty close with him too, and he was always babbling on about being better than his dad and all might, who by the way, the dad was a maaaajor asshole and super rude and aggressive. real shitbag,” you continue, and patchwork scoffs in amusement at your comment. 

“but, it was kind of inspiring at times. he worked really hard to control his quirk and control it well, and we were so young at the time. i could see how badly he wanted to just please his dad and do well for him. so, after he died and my best friend kinda crumpled, i thought maybe I could honor him by becoming a hero for him. carry his efforts on,” you say, biting your lip aa you trail off, a sigh leaving your lips. 

“i know it sounds goofy. I wouldn’t expect you to get it. but even though early quirk development could’ve been cool to, i felt so helpless when he died. there was nothing I could do to make fuyum— my best friend feel better,” you speak, stumbling over your words. you knew better than to name drop people in front of criminals, you had no idea what this man would do. 

“all I knew is I wanted to control my own narrative. can’t do shit to protect the people I love if I’m off helping kids,” you say, your voice taking on a softer edge. 

“so, I just started being proactive. studying hero’s with some similar explosion quirks and learning how to actually use my quirk and shit. when I got into UA, my parents were beyond proud. my shitty little brat of a brother even gave me my name,” you continue. 

“and what is it, your name,” patchwork says gruffly, and your eyes snap back to him. 

“ground zero,” you say softly, a small smile gracing your face. 

“anyways, worked my ass off at UA. interned with best jeanist, where I currently work now. did a study abroad in america, got hooked on American pop music. came back, interned with endeavor my third year, and then best jeanist offered me a full time job. climbed up the ranks, put away a shit down of criminals like you, I’m sure you get the gist,” you continue, looking at him, satisfied with your explanation. 

patchwork nods, somewhat satisfied with your answer. however, a part of it itches weirdly at his brain. 

“endeavor’s the current number two hero, no?” he says, trying to mask the anger in his tone with a nonchalant one. 

“yeah,” is all you offer, but patchwork presses on. 

“why him? I heard he can be an ass,” is all he says, and you hum in agreement. 

“yeah, but— oh well, fuck it, I feel like I’ve already divulged too much,” you grumble, and patchwork’s eyes look at you, amused. 

“endeavor’s my childhood best friend’s dad, okay? his son is the one who died, and I don’t know, it just seemed like the final stepping stone to intern for him,” you mumbled, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of your crewneck, as your eyes scanned your apartment. 

“he’s an ass but, I did kind of learn a lot and his wife is like super sweet so she invites me over for lunch once a month with their family. usually endeavor’s not there because there’s hella beef but like, you get it, hopefully?” you say, wincing at the end of your sentence, giving him a sheepish look. 

“sounds like you had a fat crush on the son,” is all patchwork responds with, and you deadpan. you reach out, and patchwork braces apprehensively. however instead of possibly sending an explosion his way. Instead, you playfully hit his arm, and annoyed look spreading across your face. 

“obviously I did not, I was just inspired and wanted to like respect his legacy or whatever,” you grumble, as you fold your arms over your chest.  

“anyways, they were  my neighbors too until my mom got pregnant with my brother so I just felt some weird sense of grown up obligation when I was eleven. i was a weird kid,” you continue, mumbling. 

“i’d be moved if I was a sap,” he offers, and you shoot him another annoyed look, lips pursing at his comment. 

“whatever, scarecrow,” you groan, pointing your head away from him. 

“i’m still hooked on the theory you just had a crush but, ignorance is bliss,” he says, amused at how annoyed you look. he props an elbow up on the armrest of the chair, resting his head against his fist. 

“GAH, I did NOT have a crush on him!” you say, exasperated, arms going up in frustration, as you glare a the patchwork criminal. your annoyed gaze shifts into something more mischievous, a smirk gracing your lips.

“okay, now you have to tell me why you’re a villain,” you say triumphantly, and dabi let’s out a chuckle. 

“nope,” he replies, and your face falls instantly.

“nope?” you echo, mouth slightly ajar. 

“I don’t have to tell you squat, wonder woman,” he says with a smirk, and a pout passes over your face. 

“guess this is what I get for letting a criminal range free in my room, offer him water, and bare my soul out to him,” you grumble with a huff.  

“maybe one day I’ll tell you,” patchwork says gruffly, and you sigh, shoulders falling in defeat. 

“do you at least have a name?” you ask. 

“dabi,” dabi replies, and your eyes are suddenly lost in thought, scanning the name in your brain, your eyes suddenly widen. 

“you’re with the league,” you say quietly, too softly for dabi’s liking. 

“yeah,” is all he can muster back. you blink slowly, realization washing over you as you realize who exactly is sitting in your living room. 

you hadn’t encountered many members of the league of villains, save for shigaraki and kuogiri at USJ. you knew they were highly intelligent and extremely dangerous, but you hadn’t encountered them much in your district you patrolled with jeanist. 

“look, if you promise not to burn my apartment down, and to not steal my shit, gods I can’t believe I’m saying this, you can stay here whenever. i know you’re going to anyways,” you say, not daring to look into his eyes. 

dabi tilted his head, confusion and surprise spilling over him. 

“on two conditions,” you continue, and dabi nods for you to continue. 

“one, no talking about hero or villain shit and two, you’re not allowed to try and get in my pants,” you say firmly, and dabi can’t help but laugh. 

“that shouldn’t be too hard, wonder woman,” he says smoothly, and you roll your eyes. 

“whatever, AND you have to cook sometimes,” you add on, and dabi gives you a confused look.

“if you’re gonna crash here you gotta pull your weight,” you say, and dabi shrugs in resignation.  

“you like gossip girl?” you ask.

“what’s gossip girl?” Dabi asks, and you give him his first genuine smile he’s seen in years. the one you used to flash him when you and fuyumi would play out in his backyard with him.  

“oh are you in for a treat!” you exclaim with a giggle, as you move to grab the remote, clicking the Netflix button. 

deep down, you both have no idea why the hell you’re letting him stay at your apartment right now. or why you even invited him to stay at your apartment whenever he wanted. 

but, something about him feels weirdly comfortable, familiar. and besides, he’d probably have tried to kill you by now if he came here to hurt you. so, why is he here? 

dabi hopes you’ll never ask him that question, as his eyes flicker to your console table below your tv, his eyes focusing on a dust photo of you and his siblings, and himself, from when you were super young. you can’t be any older than 8, and you’re smiling with glee at the camera. he even spots a baby shoto glued to your side, you’re helping him stand. fuyumi and natsuo are on the other side of shoto, and there he is, glued to your other side.

except his eyes aren’t on the camera. they’re on you. he never thought he’d see you again.  and here you sit before him, japan’s number eleven hero. and it’s all because of him. 

he silently hopes he won’t have to kill you. it’d be a shame if such a pretty thing went to waste. 

a/n: all likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[menacerie]

I'm thinking about a universe in which the Zodiac Miraculous are scattered across the world and make very occasional appearances in the show. And then I think about a different Zoé Lee, who:

spontaneously found the Dragon Miraculous before MLB started

became a big superhero and celebrity in NYC, and got Audrey to fund her education because of the clout

clashes with Sparrow and Uncanny Valley (they think she's a showboat, Zoé thinks they're really cool and acts cool to lowkey impress them)

would only appear in the NY special (RIGHT after Miracle Queen)

shows that maybe the reason why Chloé thought she could impress Audrey by being a superhero is because her half-sister is a superhero hotshot that Audrey seemingly likes more than Chloé

serves as foreshadowing of how dedicating one's entire life to being a superhero can severely impact one's health (coughS4Marinettecough)

crashes out, loses public support and teams up with Sparrow and Uncanny Valley, opting to become a legit hero instead

[goobertsnoobert]

Uhhh uhh under the cut is her lore (very inaccurate to Invincible lore probably but she's an OC so it doesn't matter)

Tbh I'm nervous a bit but this IS just for fun so I shouldn't be worrying😭

Her fake human name is Celia, she's from Mars, and she's super silly.

One day she steals a ship and flees her home, almost gets killed but manages to survive. She goes to Earth and when she arrives it's around the time when Invincible was fighting Conquest. She actually crashed the ship but shhhh. She tried to hide from people around her because she didn't have a human form for herself yet, almost died (again) from the falling rubble and stuff lol.

Uhh uhh she saw a small glimpse of Conquest while she was hiding and his design stayed stuck in her head. After Conquest was defeated and stuff she just kinda hid in the shadows and listened into people's conversations. She eventually found out his name and what he did which made her think "that kinda sucks he's a bad guy... hey wait a second... lowkey what if I was like him but not evil" so she made herself a superhero costume inspired by the Viltrumite uniform and named herself "Council" (very clever, Celia).

When she first started fighting crime she only budged with the smaller villains that never really made it into the news. Slowly she started fighting more of the "mainstream" (if that's the right word) villains and crossed paths with the Guardians of the Globe. She was mistaken as an actual Viltrumite and was almost killed.

When they got to learn more about her, first off they immediately figured out she was a Martian, but she also didn't become an official member of the GotG like Shapesmith, she just became a backup like the other heroes that didn't make the cut. She now lives with these backup superheroes and it's cool.

Has she ever talked with Shapesmith? Yeah, I'd like to imagine they're friends. Maybe more than friends... (yumeshipping at its peak yes)

Does she die? Yeah. At some point another viltrumite (which is an OC of mine) comes to Earth and all the superheroes are sent out to try and help defeat them, Council being one of them. However, she gets killed by them and they mock her death (I wonder what this is a reference to...)

But yeah this is all of the lore I have for Council/Celia! I hope u guys like her :3