#he’s an all might fanboy first and a human second

[moodyvoid]

After all this time Deku is still fanboying

[istadris]

[Previous]

Bowser pushed aside a couple of branches to spy through the bush he was hiding in.

On the other side of the bush, sitting in plain sight, was a quaint little house with a red roof, a green door and a blue letterbox. A cozy, unassuming house, barely bigger than any other home of any other Toad of the kingdom. All that was lacking from the scene was a rocking-chair with a knitting Toad granny on the porch.

"You're kidding me, right? This is Mario's house??"

Without a word, Kamek pointed with his wand at the big "MARIO" sign above the door. And they dared to call Bowser "tacky" or "self-absorbed to the point of ridiculousness". Pah!

"He's the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom. Their saviour. The champion of their princess. He could live in a castle! He could live in Peach's castle!! Don't they even pay him for saving the world??"

"I'm not sure, Sire, I think he's doing his hero work for...free?"

"What's the point of being famous for saving people if you can't make money out of it??"

Kamek probably answered that question, but Bowser didn't actually care for the answer. In fact, it would probably only piss him off more : of course that pretentious plumber would make himself look good and virtuous by living in that...that shabby tool shed! As if he couldn't afford better! As if his nemesis wasn't the greatest king who ever lived!

More and more annoyed, he decided to focus instead on his reason to come here, and after looking around, he found ...or rather, him, as he walked past the house towards a hedge.

His first thought was: I didn't know Mario wears green sometimes.

His second thought was : Wait, am I going colorblind?

His third thought was : And since when is Mario so skinny?

And then he realized that instead of a green, lean Mario, it was instead a different guy who started to trim the hedge while whistling a little tune.

"So? What did I tell you, Your Incredulousness?"

He did look very similar to Mario, Bowser had to admit it. Taller and skinnier...

"Ow ow ow!"

...And clumsier...

"Aw, come back here, shears! I don't wanna lose another pair, I'm running outta neighbours to borrow them from!"

...And chattier...

"Hey, what's that-AWAWAWAWAWA!!!!"

...and whatever-ier the term was for poking through a hedge with a stick and disturbing a wasp nest.

"AAAAAHHHH NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!"

Treated to the sight of his potential saviour running all around the garden in a panic to escape a wasp swarm, Bowser was left speechless. Only for a moment, though, as he suddenly turned toward Kamek, eyes burning with anger :

"You sleazy little liar!! You think I'm an idiot??"

"Sire!! How could you?! What even do you mean!?"

"You really expect me to believe that this-" he pointed to what was now a blur of green and blue running in circles "-this moron is Mario's brother??"

"But it's true!! Our spies are certain of this!"

"Then they're slackers and deserve to be fired!"

"He lives in Mario's home! He looks almost the same!"

"He could be some crazy fanboy! How could he be related to my most dangerous enemy?!"

As if on cue, their target dashed and jumped inside the warp pipe near the house, disappearing for a moment. Then coming back up, checking for the wasps...who were still waiting around, forcing him to duck back inside the warp pipe. The little scene went on for a couple more times until the wasps seemed to get wiser and managed to force the human out of his safe place, forcing him to run in circles once again, swatting aimlessly through the air to keep the wasps away.

Bowser aggressively waved his hand in the direction of the spectacle, as if to say "see??"

"...Well, that might explain why Mario never takes this brother of his along his adventures."

Bowser facepalmed.

"That's it." He said abruptly as he let got of the branches, hiding once again the little house. "This whole idea's a bust. Let's go home."

"Well, Your Stubbornness, if you know of another human you might be able to convince to help you, be my guest!"

It made Bowser halt. He could not afford to remain in his current state, but going to his only other options was simply not conceivable.

"HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!"

"Look at it this way," Kamek said cheerfully, "at least you have an easy in with this oaf: if you rescue him first, he might be willing to help you!"

Bowser grunted. He could already feel the headache coming.

[blues824]

Brothers with a Xiao MC I kinda want to see how this one goes

Gender-neutral reader. While I don’t know how to write for his character, I made a reference to his name card in the later scenarios. 

Lucifer

You both are a lot more alike than one might think. You both are reserved and severely touch-starved, and find a few human things very childish and unusual. The only difference is that he is a demon and you are a conqueror of demons. You definitely conquered his heart, that’s for sure.

When you both enter a relationship, it’s actually very professional at first. It took months for you both to be able to hold hands because you both don’t really know what to do in an actual romantic relationship. So, that just means you can go at your own pace.

It’s quite hilarious actually, because you both view the other brothers’ actions as incompetent and annoying. So instead of just being scared of your darling boyfriend, the other six are also terrified of you and your wrath as well. They are getting way more than just a slap on the wrist.

Mammon

Well… he can’t exactly call you ‘human’, now can he? But your title of The Conqueror of Demons is something that he is terrified of. Mainly because he is a demon himself, so yeah. Bro has every right to be scared.

Everyone (including yourselves) are surprised to see that you both actually like each other romantically. You both are just the opposite of each other. He’s very immature, but for some reason you love that about him. He acts like himself, and it puts you at ease as well because you could smack him for being annoying but that was your truth.

But there are a few times where you’re very tempted to hang Mammon upside down from the chandelier. Each relationship has its lows, though, so you both assumed that it was normal. This might be a bit extreme, but you both were immortal.

Leviathan

Bro is fanboying so hard over you because you remind him of a character from the video game A God Took Away My Sibling And Now I Have To Traverse This Realm To Try And Get Stronger And Find them. What’s better is that the character is his main.

You might not particularly enjoy video games, even viewing them as a waste of time, but you can’t deny that it’s absolutely adorable when Levi geeks out. He goes on a full-blown rant, and even though it’s very uncharacteristic of you, you can’t help but listen to every word. This surprises you because you usually want people to get to the point.

However, there is the matter of his other brothers. Mammon, in particular. You hate it when the second eldest doesn’t ever pay back your boyfriend, so you go in to take the payment yourself. It’s a team effort, and Levi gets his money back so it all works out.

Satan

You both actually really enjoy each other’s company. You both tend to think that if it’s not important, it’s not worth your time. He is not at all intimidated by your title of Conqueror of Demons, mainly because he knows that if you wanted to conquer each of them you would have done so already.

I feel like you both would have a wonderful time browsing different bookstores and calling it a date. If you one day propose reenacting a scene from one of the romance novels that you have been reading, Satan will be very excited. You finally get to wear the mask and dance, if you so choose.

He likes to point out the irony that you are a demon conqueror but you’re romantically involved with a demon, and it makes you smile. You think it’s because you’ve seen that not all monsters are the same, but in reality he just made you relax more than you ever have. You felt like you could put away the mantle of yaksha when you’re around him.

Asmodeus

Upon hearing that you were the Conqueror of Demons, he couldn’t help but squeal in a certain kind of excitement. The thought of having someone so important stay just a few steps away from him just made him bubble up in joy. Plus, he loved the feeling of thrill that came with it.

You would usually view the majority of Asmo’s hobbies as a ‘waste of time and energy’, but you couldn’t help but agree that whenever he got excited about a new product that reached the shelves, you were hopelessly in love. The sparkle in his eye was something you had lost long ago and is something you’re trying to get back.

When you tell him about your dark past, it was during a self-care day where you both were spilling a bunch of secrets to each other. It almost made the demon tear up at how sad it was. He then got serious, held your hands in his, and said that he would make sure you got the dance in the field of flowers that you wished for.

Beelzebub

He doesn’t look at people’s past, so even if you killed demons, it doesn’t mean you did that now. It would be a bit concerning if you continued because you are now residing in a realm filled with demons, after all. But anyways, Beel prefers to look to the future rather than dwell on the past (mainly because the memory of Lilith is still a fresh wound).

You don’t particularly like human food which does make him sad, but it’s all according to personal preference, right? So, he has you experiment with food to see what you like and dislike. Eventually, you find some almond tofu and you admit that it is one of your favorite foods. Beel buys it for you as a gift.

Look, when it comes to this fine piece of man, your love language is his love language. You might not prefer words of affirmation, so he gives you gifts instead. You might not prefer physical affection, so he might perform acts of service instead. Consider yourself pampered and living easy with him around.

Belphegor

He can’t kill you if you're immortal- I apologize but I have been waiting for this one. ANYWAYS, you both were always going toe to toe with each other, kind of playing the game of who's the edgiest out of the two of you. The other 6 brothers often tune into this live-action tv show and place bets.

But then you got into an official romantic relationship, and it was the plot twist of any decade, century, or millennia that no one was expecting, not even yourselves. It did make sense after a bit of thought, because you both don’t like wasting time unnecessarily with trivial things like conversations without a point to them.

Another thing, he also doesn’t care if you're the Conqueror of Demons because he also knows that if you wanted to kill him you would have already. He does have to  admit that he was a bit iffy in that statement at the beginning, especially when he did try to kill you.

[deusvervewrites]

If you could write an MHA rewrite, what arcs would you redo and how would you develop certain characters like Katsuki and Izuku?

I've discussed some of this elsewhere but I don't feel like tracking it down again.

For the plot rewrite, I'd leave everything mostly the same up until Kamino. I'd introduce Stain earlier, via a news broadcast or Izuku's fanboy hobby having him see articles about him. I'd also plant seeds about the HPSC sooner, like having Stain explicitly sentenced to Tartarus without trial. I'd also find a way to namedrop Lady Nagant sooner as someone in Tartarus who used to be a Pro Hero. I'd also have Detnerat appear a few times, in advertisements or at the shopping mall, etc. Maybe Hatsume can mention them and call them hacks or something.

As for the more substantial changes, we start at Kamino Ward, where All For One would launch some kind of desperation move against All Might that results in his own death, or otherwise be similarly fatally hoist by his own petard.

Then I'd start getting a bit crazy.

With All For One dead, there's suddenly a massive criminal power vacuum. Overhaul's arc can stay mostly the same, but other criminals and groups should be plotting and acting as well--such as the Meta Liberation Army, who we would be indirectly introduced to early as a shadowy criminal conspiracy with serious money and ties.

There would be no Quirk transfer; Shigaraki would take over the League, find his own motivation and go from a screaming manchild to a Well-Intentioned Extremist shifting his focus away from All Might and UA to Hero Society as a whole, targeting the HPSC or Top Heroes, or other similar symbols of society.

The final battle between Midoriya and Shigaraki would happen during a showdown between multiple Villain factions vying for the power and influence left behind by AFO and the Heroes attempts to stop them. This would end the first year.

With AFO dead and the League defeated, the Second Year starts out much calmer, we get some more worldbuilding, the Work Studies are back, everyone's happily talking about what they've learned--and we smash cut to Re-Destro murdering a Pro Hero. Ideally one we've been introduced to before but not a major character. Someone like Native or Manual, that we've only really seen in passing.

The audience is finally introduced properly to the Meta Liberation Army, who up until now have been supply Support Gear to the previous Villain Groups but staying out of the fighting. With pretty much all of their opposition gone, they move to seize the criminal underground and massive political clout in the public. Trumpet campaigns for the Diet. MHA becomes a conspiracy thriller as the MLA's enemies are targeted for assassination and multiple 'unconnected' groups move with their gear and backing.

This arc has a major theme about Quirklessness and Quirkless discrimination, and the effects its had on Midoriya and Bakugou.

Eventually, the Heroes are able to track the conspiracy back to the MLA--thanks to Hawks spying for the HPSC--and raid Deika City for the final battle, and Re-Destro gets wrecked by a joint effort of Heroes he dismissed as weaklings with pathetic Quirks or something. End Year Two.

Year Three, their final year at UA, and the HPSC is sweating bullets, and all the planted seeds about their shady shit pays off in full. The HPSC goes full authoritarian, cracking down on personal freedoms in the name of their definition of Safety. Shit goes to hell in a handbasket. Hawks is suddenly a major antagonist. 1-A (now 3-A) is forced to go on the run to avoid arrest.

This arc focuses a lot on the nature of Justice and is far more blatant about its societal commentary.

In the end, Midoriya becomes the Greatest Hero by defeating Hawks and apprehending the HPSC President for her various crimes against humanity.

Smash cut to seven years later for the epilogue showing some about the new society and how it's better, while seeing where all the characters ended up. Namely, they're all getting together to throw a big party to celebrate that Eri (now 15) has been accepted into UA.

As for the character arcs, there's only a few things I'd tweak. I'd have Bakugou acknowledge his similarities to Endeavor at his worst and his not-exactly Heroic tendencies about murdering Midoriya, and rework his apology to take more responsibility and not do it in front of a crowd. Bakugou would also lose in the Ground Beta fight or whatever rematch replaces it.

Midoriya's fine, though I'd add more about how his past has fucked him up and makes him assume things about people based on those experiences, such as 'teachers always hate me' and 'no one could possibly like me.'

[ask-chaotic-creatures]

Anyone want pizza?

The two commando teams of the bygone Tribal Alliance have been summoned to a chamber. All sit around a table, where a few boxes of pizza have been set out. Bierk comes in with another stack, using his four arms to carry it easily. He places the last of the boxes down and has a seat beside Arias.

Cameraman: Okay, that's everything. Alright guys, have a taste. Tell them what you think.

Lyssta: Why were we picked for this?

Cameraman: Variety, I guess. Oh, and if you have to vomit, please do it off camera.

Creatures open the boxes and start taking slices, including Faash and Viqtarr, who also sit beside each other.

Faash: Sarah said this was safe for Danians to eat. But if she's wrong, she owes me.

Viqtarr: Owes you what?

Faash: First, something to heal my stomach. Second, a lot of chocolate.

Viqtarr: Make sure you don't eat too much of that.

Faash: Make sure you don't eat all this pizza, if I like it.

Viqtarr: Can you stop with the jokes? I thought we were friends...

Faash: Alright, you have a point.

Ghatup: He's right, Faash. You wouldn't wanna end up like Wamma.

Viqtarr: Is that why he's so fat? Sarah gave him too much chocolate?

Faash: No, he's just always been fat. (Chewing) Alright, this pizza is actually delicious. What are the toppings?

Cameraman: The red dots are pepperoni.

Faash: Yeah, I know those.

Cameraman: The pinkish-brown meat's bacon.

Viqtarr tries a slice of bacon separately. The taste brings a grin to his furry face.

Viqtarr: Hey, that's pretty good. What's it made of?

Cameraman notices Nebres is among the eating commandos.

Cameraman: I don't know, it's not a thing where I live. Anyway, the black rings are olives, the green things are peppers and you probably already know those are mushrooms.

Ghatup: It's very greasy, but tasty. Beats our rations, that's for sure.

Lyssta: It could do without the mushrooms. No offense, Danians.

Faash: Hey, I'm in the same boat as you. After getting around Perim and trying food outside our tribe's? I don't wanna go back. The upside to these players idolizing us? They'll bring us food whenever.

Malvadine: Like Peyton. That's not why we let him scan us. He's a good kid.

Arias: This uh, tastes good. Can I get a box for myself after this? With extra olives.

Cameraman: I'll get one of the OverWorld fanboys on it.

Viqtarr: And you guys call me fat.

Arias slings a separate slice, aiming for Viqtarr's face. Instead, the bear catches it in his jaws. Laughter among the commandos.

Viqtarr: (Chewing with mouth full) That's why I'm the strategist. See how ready I was for that?

Arias: Whatever.

Bierk: Uh oh, you made him mad.

Arias: (to Bierk) You're only here because you had two sets of arms to carry the pizza.

Bierk: Hey, I'm interesting. Have you cannonballed in the Lava Pond before and lived? I bet more players use me than you.

Arias: Your tribe's the least played, I hear.

Targubaj: This kind of human food is nice, but it makes me feel worse after.

Tassanil: That's why they call it junk food. Which reminds me. (To cameraman) Might I ask who in Chaotic makes the food?

Cameraman: Probably the robots. We've got healthier choices if you're interested.

Targubaj: Sure.

Faash: Well, this food's staying down. I could go for a few more slices.

Ghatup: Better hurry, Ultadur seems to love this stuff and there's a reason he's banned from the parkfew eating contest.

Ultadur: Hey, I don't abuse my speed like that. Unless it's to show up Gespaden. Show off.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Could we get some more Captain America vore with gut crush? Maybe involving him eating Spidey, but either way!

Oh he's a good one for that!

"Yeah, sure kid, I can show you how I keep my body fed," Captain A.merica says casually. That S.pider-Man guy is a walking fanboy, it seems, or at least seriously looks up to the heroes. So when C.ap got cornered by the guy with questions about his diet, he just couldn't pass up the opportunity. Those 'S.pidey senses' don't do much good once the web-slinger's head has been shoved into C.ap's drooling jaws. Lean meat like this is always good for the body, C.ap figures, and he doubts that anyone's going to miss the kid enough to investigate him. S.pider-Man does his best to struggle, but thick gulps slurp the smaller male down with ease, that spandex suit only making it so he slides right down the hatch with no problem. Cap's abs bloat out in front of him as he tanks S.pider-Man. Feisty thing, too, doing his best to squirm around even in the tight confines of the super soldier's gut. C.ap places a hand on the bulge his meal's head makes. He can feel the vibrations of the poor guy talking but nothing's getting through at all. "As you can see, my body needs a pretty steady dose of protein. I've figured out that nothing quite hits the spot like human meat does." S.pider-Man yells something and he can feel the hero's hands pushing out as much as they can against his gut. It doesn't do much. "In fact, my body's gotten so good at it that..." C.ap presses his hand down and flexes his stomach. S.pider-Man lets out a loud scream, followed shortly by several cracks and crunches of his body being eviscerated in seconds. A meaty belch rumbles out of C.ap as he pushes all the air out, along with S.pider-Man's mask, which splats against the wall and sticks there. Already, C.ap's abs are back, as if nothing had ever been inside. He gives his gut a lazily rub as he gurgles and licks his lips. "...all it takes is a single flex to pump a fully-grown man into fuel. Too bad guys can only see it in action once..." He pats his stomach a few times and lets out a content sigh. Tasty kid...maybe he'll snack on a couple more heroes. He's always wanted to try it...

Captain A.merica is hardly the only big eater on the team. If anything, he thinks T.hor and H.ulk might outclass him with the way they eat. He's willing to put it to the test, though. He has the two of them agree to a little game the next time they go out together--see how many civilians they can mulch in an hour. Highest score gets the prize. There was hardly any hesitation from the other two and they went off to eat. C.ap knew how to win this though. H.ulk is a big brute, but he's not subtle, and smaller people are usually able to get around him if needed. Thor has charisma on his side but he's also a show-off that gets easily distracted. C.ap knew that if he was meticulous, he'd win, so he made sure there was a system to it. He used a mall as his personal hunting grounds, slurping down shoppers and workers alike. They'd disappear into his gut, get maybe a second to realize they're fucked, and then his abs flex and they're dead with a belch. With that system in place, C.ap far exceeds what the other two are able to do. H.ulk prowling the streets left a few empty cars around, and the trashed bus gave him a handful of meals, but he only got half of what C.ap was able to. T.hor took on bars and was able to empty a few out, but he took too much time showing off and wasn't able to win. In the end, C.ap came out victorious, his gut demolishing over fifty men in just an hour with barely an inch of pudge to show for it. He got his congratulations from the other two and, of course, the question of what he's won. The easy answer--a couple of massive meals. H.ulk went down first, a sore loser to the end as he tries his best to fight back. He was strong and bulky, but C.ap was able to gulp him down after starting with his fists. He roared a lot once he was tanked and it took C.ap a few tries, but eventually, that massive brute started breaking down with each flex. Thick bones snap and crunch, powerful muscles get mulched down into slop, and H.ulk lets out one last defiant roar before C.ap lets out his own in a massive belch that snuffs out the last of his meal's fight. Through it all, T.hor just watched. He didn't seem too worried about what happened, thinking his godhood would keep him safe from C.ap's gut. So he didn't resist at all when he was greedy slurped down by his teammate and left to stew in what remained of H.ulk. T.hor was right, at first, with C.ap's gut flexing over and over but not doing any damage for a while. But that resistance didn't last when C.ap presses his gut against a wall and flexes with all his might. T.hor let out a cry, followed by a series of crunches as his body is forced to compact. A thick belch escapes C.ap, shaking the building he used to flatten his teammate down to its foundation. He proved himself the superior predator and it felt good. He'll have to find more people to do this with.

"You can't do this to me!" T.ony demands as he tries to thrash around. His hands are stuck in C.ap's gullet, though, and he's only sinking deeper with each gulp. T.ony didn't think they'd lose this badly, but C.ap proved him wrong. Everyone who had tried to fight on his side was sent down the hatch and pulverized by the hero's powerful stomach. T.ony was the only one left, and he was going down, suit and all. C.ap's jaws close over his mask and he's sent down with a final gulp, forcing him to curl up inside the hero's stomach. C.ap belches thickly, patting his gut a few times. Not the tastiest meal he's had, but sometimes that's not the point. "It didn't have to come to this," C.ap says to his stomach. "But you forced my hand. They're all dead because of you...and now, you are, too." His stomach flexes. Metal twists and crunches and he can hear T.ony yelling in his gut. Another flex and it gets more compact, less recognizable as a person. C.ap's stomach was capable of handling anything after all the engineering that was done on him and T.ony is finding that out firsthand as his suit folds and breaks around him. With another flex, T.ony screams as his body starts to fold as well. C.ap takes a deep breath and flexes one last time, the sound of crunching echoing from his stomach. He belches deeply, a dented helmet flying out of his jaws and bouncing along the ground. His stomach is half the size now, no sign of T.ony or his suit visible from the outside. C.ap wipes his mouth and grabs the helmet. A lot of heroes died this day, each one compacted down in his stomach. But hopefully, something like this won't have to happen again. Well...even if it does, his stomach can handle it.

[sodiumlamp]

Picard

This show sucks.

I looked up the Romulan villains last night because the woman keeps calling the man her brother, but she also acts jealous of the android lady he's seducing for information. Also she choked him in the previous episode, and in a pretty kinky sort of way. "They can't really be siblings," I thought to myself. I must have misheard, or it's some term of endearment in Romulan double-secret police parlance. Nope, they're blood relatives! The show is just pushing the envelope in the hackiest ways imaginable.

For example, this episode has a cameo from Icheb, the lovable Borg teen from the tail end of Star Trek: Voyager. Icheb wasn't my favorite character on the show, but he was a pretty good dude. Picard Season 1 Episode 5 opens with Icheb getting his eye yanked out by a bad guy! They show it and everything! Then Seven of Nine shows up to rescue him, but she has to shoot him to put him out of his misery! It's so fucking edgy! This ain't your daddy's Star Trek, fanboy!

So now Seven is a gun-toting vigilante! No seriously, they even use the word "vigilante" in the show! Several times! Picard expresses admiration for her goals and motives, but is disapproving of her extreme methods. "Gotham City is different from Metropolis," Seven tells Picard. I should also point out that every phaser in this show looks like a dumb 90's comic book gun, so Seven looks even more like a parody when she tricks Picard and goes back down to the planet to complete her bloody mission of revenge. The joke is supposed to be Picard's cheesy disguise, which involves him wearing an eyepatch and talking with an absurd French accent, but no. Punisher Seven of Nine makes everything else pale by comparison.

You know what I liked? The time Seven wore a blue Starfleet uniform in an episode of Voyager.

I feel like there might have been a second episode where she rocked this look in a holodeck simulation or something, but the one I'm thinking of had her get recruited by the timeship Relativity to rescue Voyager from a chroniton explosion or something. They send her to infiltrate Voyager on its first day of service, so she has to wear the uniform to keep a low profile. But I like the look a lot, because I'm a scientist and I have a certain sentimental attachment to the science blue uniforms. I know Seven wore a goofy catsuit most of the time to make the show sexier, but this is easily the character's hottest look. It hints at a possible happy ending for the character, where she regained more of her humanity and became a Starfleet officer like her Voyager pals. And of course she's a blueshirt because she's a science queen all the way. I see Blue Shirt Seven and immediately understand why everyone had a crush on Spock in the 60s.

But no, Picard took the character in a different direction and turned her into a brooding loner who doesn't play by the rules. And you know, I like this sort of fare. I maintain Larry Hama's run on Wolverine is an underrated classic. All this shady stuff with big guns and revenge and eye-yanking and scenery-chewing? That's fine... until you try to put it in friggin' Star Trek, where it just ends up looking dumb as fuck. It's like putting Wolverine in the skants from TNG Season 1. Sure, he's got the legs for it, but it's just not his style, bub.

I'd like to give this episode some credit for not cutting away to more scenes aboard the Borg Reclamation Cube or whatever they call it, because I have no fucking idea what the point of that place is or why I'm supposed to care about what goes on there. Except I'm pretty sure this is just a temporary reprieve before we go back there in the next episode, which is sure to piss me off even more. You can't win with this show. Everyone's miserable all the time and everywhere they go looks like a dump.

[humblewordsmith]

Every long time comics fan probably has some affection they can’t explain for some obscure character. Maybe it’s a throwaway member of somebody’s supporting cast who was never meant to be around for long; maybe it’s somebody cool who got wasted, occasionally literally; or maybe it’s a character who has some potential that’s never been explored. I’ve got somewhere around a couple of dozen of those, but today, for some reason, I’m thinking about Kelly Ridge from Ultimate Fantastic Four.

UFF #22 is widely remembered as the second issue in “Crossover,” the short arc that introduced the Marvel Zombies.

Short version: the Ultimate version of Reed Richards is tricked into visiting an alternate universe, which is, broadly speaking, a pastiche of the mainstream Marvel continuity circa 1974 through 1994. Once there, Reed discovers that the superhuman population has been either killed or infected by a disease that turns them into cannibalistic murderers, with the exception of that universe’s Magneto.

Magneto takes Reed to his hideout, where he introduces Reed to the three survivors he’s been able to protect. This includes a middle-aged man; his diabetic teenage daughter; and Officer Kelly Ridge (above), who might very well be the last remaining cop in New York City.

In UFF #23, Magneto’s hideout is breached by a zombie Thor. The survivors emerge onto the street and find themselves surrounded by, at a glance, every major superhero in the Marvel Universe, all of whom want to kill and eat them.

Ridge’s reaction is to pull out her pistol and step up.

She barely has a line for the rest of the issue, but is successfully transported to the Ultimate universe by the teleporter that brought Reed there in the first place.

According to the Marvel Fandom wiki, these are Ridge’s only two appearances to date. Given the general fuckery that characterized the last few years of the Ultimate universe, there’s a very real chance she died off-panel in one of the multiple worldwide disasters.

That being said, I always thought she’d make for an interesting SHIELD or ARMOR agent. “Last surviving cop from a zombie dimension” is the sort of hook that my Resident Evil fanboy brain likes to grab onto, and it seems unlikely that Ridge would simply go back on a normal cop’s beat after an experience like this.

I’d also be real interested to see a story about how she managed to survive this in the first place. “Crossover” begins at a point where, as far as the zombies can tell, there are no normal humans left on Earth. The Marvel Zombies storyline accelerates quickly; Magneto says at one point in UFF #24 that the infection first appeared three days beforehand, and later MZ stories attribute that to a zombified Quicksilver going on an international rampage. That means it’s likely that Ridge was on her own for at least a day or so as the plague was ramping up.

[sunlightmurdock]

Ego Check | Jake Seresin x Reader (18+)

Warnings: smut, pwp, choking, spanking, praise, unprotected sex (make good decisions), hate fucking and Hangman being Hangman <3

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"You piece of shit!" Coyote intercepts you as you launch across the room, blinded with rage. His arms wrap around your waist as he catches you mid-air.

Jake is grinning. Apparently he finds being moments away from having his eyes clawed out by his wingman funny now.

"Alright, everybody calm down!" Payback tries to intervene, using his best dad voice to scold you. You thrash in Coyote's arms before he finally sets you on the ground, acting as a human barrier between you and his best friend. It's hard for him, being so close to both of you when all that you and Jake ever do is fight.

Jake Seresin is the bane of your existence. By some cruel twist of fate, that asshole has not left your side for the past three years. Every mission, every deployment, every fucking work party - he's there.

Your rivalry had begun in Top Gun. Your mutual friend, Coyote, had introduced the two of you the night before the first day. Jake had come on to you, you had rejected him. Your words were something along the lines of 'in your fucking dreams, Bagman'.

He had spent the entire summer being the asshole that he was born to be. Then, you beat him for the top spot, coming out on top of your class. After that, things were beyond saving - the two of you could barely be in the same room without fighting.

"I am calm." Jake cranes his neck so that he can meet your eye past Coyote's shoulder, he smirks at the look on your face. You throw yourself forward again, growling in frustration as Javy's arms tighten around you and he lifts you off of the ground all together.

"What the hell is going on here?" Admiral Simpson demands. His voice booms, making you finally quit thrashing around. You're suspended a few inches off of the ground, your boots dangling. Javy's got both of your arms restrained, he's struggling to keep you against him and away from Hangman.

You let out a breath. Then you elbow Coyote and get him to put you back on your feet. You straighten out your flightsuit and lift your chin, sighing as you fight to compose yourself.

"It's just been a long day, Sir," Phoenix covers for you, knowing more than anyone that Jake deserves the beating he was about to get. "Everyone's kinda tense."

Jake's as cool as ever. Not one hair on that pretty little head out of place. You can't look at him. You're still seething. You can practically feel the fact that he's still got that stupid perfect smile on his face.

"Get it together, there is no room for that shit here." The Admiral glares between the two of you. You stand there silently as he scolds both of you. You're the first out of the room after you hear 'dismissed'.

Rooster catches up to you in the hall and nudges your shoulder gently with his, "What did he say to you?"

"Doesn't matter what he said," You grumble, shaking your head as you look over your shoulder and find Jake talking to Fanboy, "It's just that he's always fucking saying something."

Rooster nods in silent agreement.

You purposely cross base and shower in the West Wing just so that you don't have to see Jake's face. Yet, there it is. A gasp slips your lips when almost run into his chest as you step out of the West Wing shower room.

Your eyes widen. He's already showered. His hair is dry and fluffy. He's wearing a black t-shirt that might as well be a boys medium for how tight it looks on him. He looks half-apologetic for a split second. But then he grins.

"Get the fuck out of my face, Seresin." You try to shove past him.

"Oh, keep your panties on - Coyote sent me to apologise." Jake grabs your wrist. Wrong move. You tug your arm out of his grasp and glare at him. He sighs softly and puts his hands up in surrender.

"Just leave me alone. I don't want an apology." You grumble, trying to push past him. This time his hand slides up to rest against your waist as he tries to stop you. Wrong move. You turn quickly on your heel and shove him backward. He stumbles just slightly, brows furrowing.

"Can you stop being so fucking difficult? - I'm trying to be nice here." Jake snaps, stepping purposely forward and invading your space. You shove him again but this time he doesn't move. His boots are planted firmly against the floor. He steps closer again regardless. He tries to grab your wrists before you can shove him again.

"Fuck you." You answer, dodging his grasp and pushing him back hard.

He lunges forward, grabbing both your wrists and knocking you back into the wall behind you, “Stop! Jesus Christ.”

Normally you try not to let him see that he’s gotten under your skin. You try to remain cool and your favourite tactic is to undermine him subtly because you know that hurts him more than any of your hits ever could.

Just over an hour ago now, Jake had leaned forward and pressed his lips to your earlobe as you and the rest of the crew were waiting in the ‘classroom’ — as it was being affectionately referred to — for daily debrief.

You had been sitting in the row in front beside Javy. The words he had whispered had warranted every last moment of your rage, and every single shove he had just received.

Yet, he seems to be genuinely baffled by your behaviour as he asks, “What the fuck is wrong with you today?”

“You’re what’s wrong with me!” You glare at him, “You need a fucking ego check, Seresin.” You thrash unsuccessfully against him, he pushes harder against you.

“I need an ego check? — You need a fucking ego check!” He answers quickly. You can tell in his eyes that he means it. How dare he.

“Me?” You jaw hangs open.

“Yes you!” Hangman has an answer for everything and right now is no exception. “You’ve been hell bent on ‘putting me in my place’ — or whatever bullshit you told Coyote — since the day you met me!”

Your eyes widen as you realise that Javy has been a double agent this entire time. You wonder what Jake has said to him about you.

“How about you, huh? — Has anyone ever put you in your place?”

You stare at him.

“Huh?” He presses you. Verbally and physically. You swallow as you’re nudged tighter against the wall, his chest pressing to yours.

Your senses spring into action and you grab fistfuls of his black T-shirt and tug him closer at first, narrowing your eyes at him, “Get your hands off of me.”

“You sure that’s what you want?” Jake asks, tilting his head to the side just slightly. His lips quirk as he glances down at the grip you have on his t-shirt, then his eyes are back on you.

“‘Cause I see the way you look at me.”

He sees it again it that moment. What he’s been seeing all along. What he finds so god damn frustrating. Your eyes flicker down to his mouth, then back up to his eyes. You’re vulnerable for a moment and then you’re not.

He’s been watching for months. At first, he thought he was going insane.

Jake has always seen the way girls look at him. He remembers being a little boy walking around his small town with his mother, when all the old ladies would punch his cheeks and call him ‘heartbreaker’. He’s been catching women staring at him since he hit puberty, it’s a look he knows well.

In his years of knowing you, he had just about given up on the hope that you would ever look at him that way. Until a couple of months ago. He had no idea what had changed, and he wasn’t sure if you even knew you were doing anything differently. But he saw the change.

As you push against him and tug your hands free, Jake realises that you’re readying to either shove him again or this time hit him.

He knows that he’s getting hit either way, so commits. Your eyes go wide as he lurches forward. He pins you to the wall with his body, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you hard.

Your body makes the decision for you whilst your brain is still seething with anger, it relaxes against him, your hands tug him closer to you by the material of his shirt.

He drags his teeth softly against your bottom lip, then lips at the flesh, making you gasp. He makes the most of your now parted lips, pressing harder against you and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You’re furious with yourself as you moan softly against his tongue. He presses his hips against yours and grinds himself against you. You’re even more furious with yourself as something in you short circuits, your motor functions taking charge of themselves and leaving your brain behind.

Your hand skims along his shirt, down past his waistband, cupping his cock through the material of his navy gym shorts. He rocks his hips forward into your hand, his fingers curling in your hair.

Knew it. He wills himself not to say it out loud.

He groans into your mouth as you squeeze your hand around him, bucking his hips forward against you. He pulls back, sliding his hand up to rest round your neck, turning your head to expose your jaw to him. You gasp as he nips at your throat, dragging his teeth across the new mark there.

The faint sound of heavy boots down the hall makes grounds you both back to reality. The sound is far enough away that you’re aware you haven’t been caught, but terrified of how close you have come to being caught in your moment of weakness.

You can’t think of anything worse than your friends finding out that Hangman is what does it for you. You can’t help it. Something about the way he carries himself makes your knees week, and your head ache simultaneously.

Jake curls his hand around the fabric of your t-shirt, grabbing the door handle to your right. Your head spins as you’re tugged inside of a storage closet, the door swinging shut just as quickly behind you and leaving the two of you in the dark.

It occurs to you for just a split second just how ridiculous this all is. Standing in the dark with Jake Seresin like a couple of kids. The split second is used for Jake to find the light switch. Your crisis of faith is over just as soon as it had begun, and Jake’s mouth is on yours again.

The kiss is all anger and teeth as he moves toward you with such strength that you’re knocked into the shelving unit behind you. Something on it falls and clatters to the ground — you’re too caught up in Jake’s strong and capable hands groping at your breasts over your shirt to be concerned with what it was.

You shove him off of you, long enough to be met with a flash of confusion across his stupid, perfect features.

He swallows, adam’s apple rising and falling in his throat as he watches you. He practically groans in relief when you reach down and grab the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head.

“Don’t say anything.” You warn him, letting out a hard breath as you glare at him across the supply closet. He grins at you, hurries his own shirt off, and shakes his head, “Wasn’t planning on it.”

With that, your lips are on his again — this time it’s your turn to knock him back as you throw your body into his. His hands catch the backs of your thighs and tug, making you flinch as he lifts you off of the ground. You’ve seen him in the gym, you know he trains for the sole purpose of being able to show off like this.

Still, you aren’t complaining as your legs wrap around his hips. Having already proven that the shelving unit on the right isn’t prepared to withstand the encounter that the two of you are about to have, Jake presses your back to the wall this time.

You take in a sharp breath through your nose as the freezing concrete presses against your exposed back. Jake presses you against it harder, forcing you to expose yourself to the cold. You catch him smirking as he pulls back to kiss your neck.

As his lips work along your throat eagerly, teeth doing maybe even more work than his lips, his hands are on your chest again. You wish the feeling of him nipping at your throat didn’t make you as wet as it does. He pinches the clasp in between your breasts and makes quick work of disposing of the bra.

You wish you could say you were impressed at how quickly he figured out a front clasp. Instead, you’re forced to remember that this is Hangman. Before you can rationalise with yourself, your fingers have slid up into his short hair and you’re tugging hard at his sandy blonde roots. He grunts like he’s been punched against your collarbone, then drives his hips against yours.

“Play nice.” His voice makes you want to moan. You stifle it and watch him defiantly. Jake pulls back and looks you in the eye, dead serious for a moment. You stare each other down, both too stubborn and too worked up to let the other win.

The silence feels heavy with the strain of his cock pressing against your thigh. You glance down at the bulge in his shorts, then back up to him, your lip quirking. He liked it.

“God, you’re fucking impossible.” He mutters, lurching forward again, making your back hit the wall hard enough to make you whisper. You smile against his lips, glad that for once you’ve finally gotten under his skin.

Little do you know, you get under his skin every day. Your furious looks and your eye rolls, you’re under his skin and you’re just about the only thing that makes his heart flutter. And his blood pressure rise.

You steady yourself on his shoulders as you’re squished between his burning hot chest and the freezing cold concrete against the wall. He presses his knee between your legs, keeping you up with one arm as the other works to pull your shorts down. You work with him, hooking your thumb into the waistband of your shorts and underwear together and pushing them down.

His hand slides between your legs, fingers running between your folds. You feel him smile against your lips and tug at his hair once again. He groans into your mouth, grinding his hips forward against yours. You whimper against his tongue as he presses two fingers into you without warning.

“You want it so fucking bad, don’t you, sweetheart?” Jake’s voice is gravelly as his lips brush your earlobe. He curls his fingers up against your g-spot, making you gasp. “Don’t you?”

You grit your teeth. No fucking way. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction. But you really do.

He sets you on your feet, plunging his fingers into you again, watching the way your knees half-buckle. “Admit it.”

“Fuck you.” You breathe. You give yourself away by pushing yourself eagerly down onto his fingers. He withdraws them and brings his hand up curl around the base of your throat.

“Can’t wait to fuck that attitude right out of you.” You think for a moment that he’s bluffing. It’s just a saying.

Then he turns you around, your bare chest pressing up against freezing concrete. You’re at his will as he bends you over slightly, his hand on the back of your head, pressing your cheek to the wall. You don’t even hear him mess with his shorts.

“Fuck!”

Jake doesn’t even care that he’s at work right now. The West Wing is usually less busy, but even if there was a line of people outside of the door, he isn’t planning on stopping. You feel him grin into the crook of your neck as he fills you.

He trails his fingertips along your side delicately and kisses your skin. You let out a breath and push your hips back against him.

“That’s it, princess,” You whimper softly as his breath fans out across your earlobe. “Take it all.” He pulls out almost entirely and drives himself deep into you again.

Your hand grasps at the air behind you until it lands on his thigh, pressing hard into his soft, tanned skin. You take a sharp breath in and he presses himself harder against you, pulling your hips back more, his chest against your back keeping you otherwise firm against the wall.

“Harder.” You demand, eyes closed and already halfway breathless.

Jake hates being bossed around. But he’s also not going to let you walk away from this and pretend he isn’t the best you’ve ever had. Harder it is, he thinks to himself.

His palm presses against the back of your head, pressing your cheek to the wall as his other hand curls around your hip, keeping you steady for him. You cry out as his cock slams into you. You dig your fingernails harder into his thigh.

“Atta girl,” Jake breathes out, pounding his hips relentlessly into yours, “Taking it so fucking well for me, aren’t you?”

For him. If your motor functions were working correctly right now, you would have scoffed. Instead, you just nod your head as much as you can with him pressing it into the wall, moaning out pathetically.

Jake pulls his hand away, giving your the freedom to move your neck again. You whine, feeling your orgasm building up as he fills you over and over.

He grabs your hand, glancing down at the red lines you’ve left on his thigh, scooping your other hand up into one of his. He holds both of your arms tight and pulls them behind you.

“Jake, fuck—“ You manage out, unable to brace yourself at all as he holds your arms in the centre of your back. Your cheek presses to the concrete, eyes squeezing shut as you’re rocked against it with each thrust. “Oh my god.”

“Sound so sweet saying my name like that.” Jake bends you over a little further, driving his hips deep into you with this new angle, feeling your pussy clench around him and letting his head fall back. He grunts softly. “Say it again.”

You think he’s kidding for a split second. Then he squeezes one hand around both of yours and raises his palm, striking his free hand across your ass.

“Fuck! Jake, please!” You breathe out, pushing your hips harder against his. You already know that’s going to leave a mark.

“Please what?” You catch his voice strain just slightly, a crack in the perfect exterior that is Hangman. You’re in no position to make comments, bent over and being fucked against a freezing cold concrete wall, ready to do whatever he damn well asks you to do as long as he doesn’t stop.

“Do it again. Please.” Later you’ll deny ever saying this. Now, Jake happily obliges. He fucks into you and strikes your ass again, brushing his fingertips over the warm of your smooth skin gently before he does it again. He repeats the motions, taking his lip between his teeth and observing the growing heat on your skin from the force of his palm.

“Now fucking look at that.” He murmurs, pressing his chest against your back and kissing the spot below your ear. You whine softly. He slows slightly, rutting himself impossibly deeper, “Wish you could see it.”

You rest your head back against his shoulder, eyes closed, brows knotted, legs trembling.

“Maybe next time I’ll take a picture for you,” He teases, kissing your cheek, “Show you how my handprint looks so pretty on that ass.”

You push your hips back against him, rocking yourself slightly for more friction. Jake grins, he leans back slightly and releases your arms, giving you the friction to fuck yourself on his cock like you need to.

He swallows hard, pressing one hand to the wall beside your head to steady himself. He watches as you push yourself back onto him desperately for a moment before he has to close his eyes and grip your hips to still you.

“Jake, I’m so fucking close, please.” You choke out.

He pulls out abruptly and turns you to face him. You have no time to complain before he hikes one of your legs up around his waist and guides himself into you again. Your head hits the wall behind you.

“I know.” He agrees, squeezing your hip. He gives you exactly what he knows you want. The one leg that’s not around his waist buckles as he pounds into you. Jake doesn’t miss a beat in catching you, lifting you up and pinning you between him and the wall.

You take the hand that’s still bracing on the wall beside your head and guide it. Jake furrows his eyebrows slightly. You open up his hand and press it softly to your throat, then place your hand on top of his and squeeze it at the sides of your throat.

Jake’s always been a quick learner. He catches on immediately, curling his hand around your throat as he fucks you.

Your eyes practically roll back. You tug at his hair, lips parted. The pleasure comes burning through you. If you could, you’d be gasping for air. The lack of oxygen is dizzying, Jake’s the only thing keeping you steady.

He watches in interest, eyes hooded lustfully as your features tell him exactly what he’s doing to you. Your eyes squeeze shut so tight that you’re seeing stars behind your eyelids, your head spinning as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s it,” He leans forward and presses his lips to yours, “Good girl.” His words hit you like a tonne of bricks. If you weren’t being held up, you would melt. You’re glad he’s holding you — saving you the further humiliation.

Similarly, the fucked out look on his face as you blink at him and swallow hard, trying to catch your breath, makes his cock twitch.

“God fucking damn.” He chokes out, his hips stuttering into yours. His fingers curl tighter around your throat as he ruts himself into you, managing a few more thrusts — sending aftershocks through your already sensitive body — before he can’t stand it anymore.

Your fingers curl in his hair as he tugs you closer, pushing himself as deep as he can and spilling inside of you. He rests his head against the crook of your neck, holding you tight against his chest for a moment.

“Fuck.” He pants, cautious as he sets you back on your feet. He examines you for a moment before he fully lets go, making sure you aren’t going to hit the ground.

You let out a heavy breath, whimpering softly as you lean back against the wall, willing yourself to just pull it together. Jake looks around him for something to clean up with.

You glare at him as he wipes at your thighs with tissue paper. He smirks and presses his lips to your hip.

“Just a parting gift.” He feigns innocence, tossing the used tissues into an empty mop bucket for some other poor sucker to find.

Back to wanting to punch him. The two of you dress yourselves, Jake makes it very clear that he isn’t embarrassed in the slightest about what just happened. In fact, he can barely take his eyes off of you.

You catch his wrist once he’s fully dressed again. Jake admires the deadly serious look in your eye as you lean in close to him and furrow your brows.

“No one hears about this, okay?” You warn him, “Seriously. We never ever speak of this again. To anyone.”

Jake grins at you. He leans in and kisses your lips, “Sure thing, sweet pea.” With that, he turns and opens the door, stepping out of your way for you to leave first.

You shove past him, keeping your head down as you stomp away from him. You make it three days before you come ‘crawling’ back, as Jake likes to say.

…

[andypantsx3]

unconventional | 4 | midoriya x reader

summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.

length: est ~15,000 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

notes: I meant to give this a real editing pass and then like, didn’t. I hope you still enjoy!

HeroExpo @heroexpo_official Hey hero fans, ready to meet your faves? Don't forget to line up early for meet and greets! Rooms are capped at 300, so get in while you can!

mrs shouto todoroki @lmmbb5889 replying to @heroexpo_official omg shouto's face when that girl tried to feel his bicep. i s2g i thought it was about to turn into a meet and yeet.

Iida Tenya’s Right Nipple (งʘʘ)ง @in_vineration 📣 ATTENTION 📣 Hot Deku cosplayer is actually Deku confirmed. I saw him buying at least fourteen sheets of All Might stickers in artist alley.

green bean protection squad @bunnnniboi replying to @in_vineration yeah that's definitely him OMW

xinju @greenhopp replying to @in_vineration y'all, actual dynamight is here too and he looks abt three seconds from nuking table A17

The next morning rushed by in a blur of menial tasks and idle daydreams.

You woke up early and caught the train in the silvery hour just before dawn, arriving at the convention center just as the sun’s rays began to limn the top of the building in gold. A couple plain-clothes officers and sleepy heroes were already lingering around the entrance to the convention center, and you felt distinctly like a secret agent when you flashed your staff pass at them to get inside.

You helped yourself to a coffee in the staffroom, and then set about your volunteering under the direction of the event organizers. You helped check audio equipment for some afternoon panels, scrubbed down some of yesterday’s attendee messes, and assisted a few under-caffeinated artists setting up their tables. As busy as your hands were, your mind was even busier, turning over the events of last night again and again, boring through them with all the singular focus of a laser beam.

You couldn’t believe Izuku was real. You couldn’t believe he’d spent the entire day with you, asked you to dinner, and then at the end of things, not only had he not run screaming from you, but he’d turned around and given you his phone number. You’d checked your phone every ten minutes on the train, certain it had to have been nothing more than a bizarrely realistic daydream on your part. But every time you did, there it was, nestled snugly at the center of your contacts list.

Izuku.

Your brain hummed pleasantly like a hive of satisfied bees.

Over the memory of his sunny smile and sturdy biceps, you unpacked boxes of promotional merch, buzzing back and forth between storage and the dealer’s room like an indecisive bee yourself, stopping only when the first of the con-goers began to trickle into the convention center. Another volunteer staffer came to find you and relieve you from your shift.

You dug out your phone and started texting Izuku as soon as you were freed. It took several minutes to craft an appropriately level-headed message, as you kept typing things out and immediately deleting them, feeling strangely girlish and shy.

Finally, you settled on a cool, hey! i just got off shift. i’d love to meet up if you’re still free?

Your phone buzzed immediately with an incoming call. Your heart shot into your throat at the sight of Izuku’s name flashing across the screen.

“Y/N,” he said when you picked up. That gentle tone sounded just as good over the phone. Your stomach swooped and you frantically scrabbled for the threads of human language lurking somewhere in your brain.

“Izuku, hi!” you said, inanely. Your face heated at how eager you sounded, but Izuku didn’t seem to mind.

“I, um, was thinking of going to Creati’s panel,” he said. His voice was warm in your ear. “I was hoping you might want to come…”

“Yes!” you squeaked, abandoning all pretense of sounding cool and collected. “Yes, that sounds great!”

And it did sound great. Creati was one of the most strategic and creative thinkers in the history of heroics, and her quirk was mega cool. (And if anything would have sounded great coming from Izuku, even dumpster diving, well, that was beside the point.)

You agreed to meet him in Hall B, and hung up, feeling giddy. You were thankful he wasn't already in sight by the time you made it there, as you nearly wiped out again in your haste to get there.

You peered into the teeming crowds of cosplayers, wondering who among them was Izuku. You’d forgotten to ask who he’d be dressed as today, if not Deku again, and every flash of a shapely bicep was setting off your alarms. You carefully eyed several All Mights, presuming that to be Izuku’s likeliest next choice, but none of them seemed much like him, either in their build or their features.

Then again, you didn’t really know what Izuku looked like under the makeup he’d had on yesterday.

Eventually, a mess of inky green curls drew your eye to the far edge of the hall. Your gaze trailed down from there, over a set of broad shoulders, down to a trim waist, the play of muscles along his back somehow very familiar...

The Deku cosplayer leaned in, speaking in low tones to someone in a very convincing Dynamight cosplay. From where you stood, you might have actually mistaken him for the real Dynamight. Those grenade bracers were obnoxiously accurate, at any rate, even scuffed in some places as though they’d seen use. It was a nice touch.

It was hard to tell from a distance, and with his back turned, but it did seem an awful lot like Izuku, in yet another Deku cosplay, speaking to a friend. You approached cautiously.

As you neared, the Dynamight cosplayer made some kind of dismissive noise in Deku’s direction, and waved him off, turning to stalk down the hall with nary a glance back at his friend. He threw up a middle finger as a bright peal of laughter floated after him, light and fizzy and sweet and absolutely recognizable after yesterday.

“Izuku?” you asked.

The Deku cosplayer turned—and sure enough, it was Izuku. Though he was just as perfectly in-character as yesterday, that sunny smile was one you knew you would recognize anywhere.

You slowed your pace, highly aware of the way the sight of him went straight to your knees and made you liable to trip on any rogue strand of rug fiber. He rushed over, a light tinge of pink sweeping over his nose bridge.

“Y/N!” he said, stopping in front of you. The color over his nose spread across his cheeks, creeping under those freckles. “Um, I mean, hi!”

You couldn’t help but grin up at him. “I mean hi to you too.”

He scrubbed a hand through that green hair again, his smile turning wry. “I, um, looked for you this morning but I didn’t see an All Might wandering around…”

You laughed. “I may have been deliberately hard to find when they were looking for volunteers again.”

He laughed, too, and you found yourself grinning helplessly back at him.

You didn’t know how to explain it but it felt like your day had finally clicked into place now that you’d seen him—which was so utterly wild, considering you’d barely known him for more than a day at this point. But he just felt so familiar, somehow. So trustworthy, and safe, and so maddeningly good.

He grinned and politely offered you an arm, something shy in the gesture. It made you feel somewhat shy, too, but you seized the opportunity to latch onto one of those biceps with enthusiasm.

Which immediately turned out to be a mistake. His arm was so solid under your fingers that you felt like you might be getting the vapors, and then you were mostly clinging to him in order to stay upright, rather than for the purposes of enjoyment.

Izuku guided you into the exhibition room, finding a spot near the back for the two of you. It was a Herculean effort to release him, and you rather thought you deserved some kind of award when you finally managed it and sat down.

Creati soon made her appearance, and launched into the panel. It was a testament to how interesting her talk was that you were able to retain any of it at all, most of your mind still fixed on the feeling of Izuku’s arm under your hands. Creati talked through her career as a hero, candid about her failures and her learnings, and her rise as one of the chief strategists in the heroics community.

When she got to the Q&A portion, a hand in front of you drew her gaze your way. As she turned, her expression instantly slipped into something surprised. She seemed to freeze, her full mouth parting and a thin, dark eyebrow went up, almost as if in question. She must have been looking at the guy who'd raised his hand, but it felt like she was looking at something behind him, almost right at you...

Her gaze lingered for what felt like several moments too long, but then she seemed to recover herself. Her lips drew into a smile and she pointed to the guy in front of you who’d had the question. Next to you, Izuku muttered something, and fidgeted in a way that suggested he was embarrassed. The tips of his ears, red against those green waves, seemed to confirm it.

A small wave of suspicion rolled over you. You wondered if maybe he had a thing for Creati, and the intensity of her dark eyes in your direction had been a bit much for him. You couldn’t really blame him, smart and beautiful as she was—but a small, hot spark of something almost jealous flickered to life in your chest.

If only his tastes ran to scrubby little support engineers instead.

You tried to push that thought out of your mind as the panel ended and people began to filter out of the room. You succeeded only by dint of Izuku leaning in towards you, shoving all other thought right out of your brain.

He tapped his notebook, smiling warmly. “She’s amazing. And her new suit is a definite upgrade from the old one.” He gestured to several lines of atrocious handwriting, that presumably would be related to Creati’s costume once deciphered. “Especially the various zippers, so she can adjust as needed.”

You nodded. It was definitely an upgrade compared to all the exposed skin that used to be on open and quite precarious display. To each their own, but you'd always thought there was something rather stupid and dangerous about leaving your bare skin unguarded in a profession like heroics. The thought of improvements launched you right back into support mode.

“I was thinking, what if her quirk was adaptable in the same way Edgeshot’s is?” you asked.

Izuku's green eyes flicked up to yours, alight with the beginnings of curiosity. “Adaptable in the same way?” he asked.

“His costume is made with pieces of his own hair fibers, right? To allow it to change shape in the same way.” you said.

Realization lit Izuku’s gaze. “You mean, what if you made Yaoyorozu’s suit the same way?” he asked, his tone growing excited. His fingers twitched in his gloves, like he was already itching to write the idea down.

You nodded. “Exactly. Someone would have to run tests on her hair fibers to confirm, but assuming it works in a similar manner, her entire suit could be designed to let anything she creates pass through it. Then she wouldn’t even need to stop and fiddle with all those zippers.”

The combination of wonder and approval in Izuku’s gaze made you flush hot all the way down to your toes. “That’s amazing,” he said. “You really are amazing. I...You should meet her, she’d really want to work with you.”

It was like he’d stuffed you into an oven cranked to broil. You scrubbed at your scorching cheeks. “It’s someone else’s support tech, not mine,” you offered awkwardly, suddenly desperate to get his attention off of you. “Plus, I don’t know how I’d get an appointment with her. I’m just a student,” you reminded him.

Those emerald eyes moved over you again, slowly, Izuku’s brow wrinkling as if in thought.

The reminder that you were still in school probably made your idea seem a little less amazing, and a little more childish. His expression definitely read like he was considering something he hadn't before. You didn’t care to find out what that was, so you nudged him instead.

“Anyway,” you said, loudly. “Do you feel like exploring Artists’ Alley and the dealer’s room with me? I unpacked a bunch of the merch this morning and there’s an All Might silver age figurine that I don’t remember them announcing, plus a couple other things I saw that you might like.”

Izuku perked up immediately at the mention of All Might merch. His expression cleared and he leapt to his feet with a speed that even Deku himself would have envied.

“All Might figurine? I, um, yes!” he said, handing you to your feet as well. “I’d really like that!”

You laughed at his exuberance, and led the way to the dealer’s room, immediately beelining for the booth bearing the All Might merchandise. You could feel Izuku practically vibrating behind you with the need to speed ahead, so you kept your pace quick, darting through the crowds of cosplayers with efficiency.

Izuku immediately handed over a card the second he got to the booth, snapping up one of the figurines with the enthusiasm of only the most die-hard of fans. He pressed the back of a hand to his mouth, laughing with a little embarrassment when both you and the booth attendant chuckled at his fervor.

“He, um, means a lot to me,” he said, blushing under those freckles again. God, he was so cute.

You grinned. “Glad I could get you the inside scoop, then.”

Izuku smiled back at you, that boyish sliver of sunshine, and your heart instantly sent itself into fits inside your chest. He really was way too handsome to be permitted, even with allowances made for whatever changes his cosplay had wrought. The open sincerity of his every expression made things even worse, made you helpless to do anything but grin back at him.

After that, the two of you floated around the dealer's room, Izuku gawking at everything with the reverence of a true hero fan. He stopped at nearly every booth, and made sure to buy something at every single stall belonging to a UA alumnus, happily packing things away into a bag that was rapidly growing overstuffed.

You gawked openly too, lingering over a pair of fluffy slippers shaped like moon boots at the Uravity booth, a line of insanely nice headphones put out by Earphone Jack’s agency, and some hot-and-cold coffee thermoses that you were certain pro hero Shouto didn't even know he'd licensed. Eventually, you caught sight of a vibrant square of green, and steered Izuku in the direction of the Deku booth, sure he’d be interested in merch to match his costume.

But Izuku’s ears went that same, curious shade of red as you approached, and he made an aborted movement towards his hair, as if he’d meant to ruffle it nervously.

You wondered what that was about.

There was really no hiding that he was a massive Deku fan, not with how he’d dressed as him for two days in a row now. The accuracy of his costume and all of his accessories suggested he'd paid a truly intense level of interest to the hero. Did he really think that you didn't already know, that you would find it embarrassing or surprising?

You determinedly led the way over to the booth, pulling him over to a table full of neatly folded forest green hoodies, nearly the same shade as his hair. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” you told him, eyeing him as his ears went even more scarlet.

“I think I do,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes. “Literally you do not. People love Deku for a reason. And this merch is amazing, just look at it.” There was really no shame in the fanboy game, you wanted him to know.

Izuku looked like he wanted to curl up on himself like a prodded grub, but he came over to look over your shoulder. You caught a whiff of something clean and cottony, his fabric softener already a familiar, if dizzying scent to you. Up close, you could feel the warmth of him through his suit, and you directed an irritated oh for god's sake at your knees when they went a little wobbly.

You stood straight, and pointedly focused your attention on unfolding a hoodie modeled after Deku’s suit, gesturing to Izuku to observe.

And honestly the moment you did, you wanted one for yourself.

It was made of a plush material, warm and soft against your fingers. The designer clearly had an eye for detail. The hoodie replicated the exact pattern of his suit, from the black geometric patterns at the ribcage, to the white shoulder straps, buttoned neatly in place. The neck was even fashioned after the steel mouthguard that Deku often wore at his throat.

Not a thread was out of place as far as you could tell, and the agency had clearly not cut corners on the design nor the quality of the materials.

“Wow, wait, this is so good,” you said, almost forgetting Izuku entirely. You slipped your fingers inside, sighing at the warm fleecy lining.

Honestly it was just the sort of thing you’d wear in the arctic environment of the support lab, warm and comfortable—especially on days where you were sure to sleep in the support building, unable to drag yourself farther than the set of beanbags shoved into the corner.

A glance at the price tag, however, suggested it was slightly out of your student budget. After the lunch with Izuku, you needed to watch your funds a little more carefully, especially if you wanted them to take you all the way through lunchtime tomorrow.

You dug out your phone, snapping a picture, and then typed out the details in your notes app.

Izuku watched you curiously. “Are you...sending it to a friend?”

You shook your head, pocketing your phone. “No, saving for when I can save the money up. That thing looks cozy as hell, and any support engineer worth their salt would be very appreciative of the level of detail. I will definitely be coming back for it.”

Something strange flashed over Izuku’s face.

He shifted a thigh, ducking his head shyly as he said, “You, um, could have it if you wanted.”

You squinted at him, the words not really registering at first. That was the point. You did want to have it, so you were gonna save up for it.

“I...what?” you asked.

Izuku reached out, gesturing at the table of hoodies. Your eyes greedily followed the shift of a bicep, your mouth going kind of dry.

“I mean I could...give one to you, if you wanted…” Izuku looked uncertain, like he thought he might be overstepping.

A little thrill went through you.

Was he really...offering to get one for you? After only a little more than a day of acquaintance? Sure, that was more than enough time for you to already be absolutely and completely whipped for him, but in your defense there was a dearth of stupidly cute boys who were also smart enough to talk shop with you. You didn't really know what Izuku's own thoughts were, and far as you could tell, the feeling only ran one way.

But the implication here....that he liked you at least well enough to give something to you...

Was it really what you thought it might be...?

The thought thrilled you even more than the promise of the sweatshirt.

You fought down a furious wave of bashfulness, looking up to catch Izuku’s gaze. Those guileless green eyes stared back, over a blush so deep it might have been medically concerning, if you weren’t certain you were feeling the exact same level of shyness.

“I, um, actually would really like that,” you said, reaching up to flatten your hair self-consciously. “And I can pay you back, too!” you added quickly, lest he think you were taking advantage of him. “When I do save up the money. I have your phone number and everything…”

Izuku shook his head, smiling shyly. Even that tiny little grin was unreasonably pretty. “It’s really no trouble.”

God, you could have exploded from how cute he was.

You nodded, then busied yourself with picking up a hoodie and trying it on for something to keep your attention off of him. You felt certain the both of you might combust if you waffled around each other for much longer. Izuku excused himself to go speak to the booth attendant while you pulled the hoodie on, frantically fanning yourself in hopes of cooling your cheeks.

The hoodie was sinfully soft, and just as cozy as you had anticipated. You ran your fingers appreciatively over the sleeve lining, reveling in the soft slip of the fabric. Okay, so Izuku was maybe feeling something slightly more intimate that acquaintance, if his reaction was anything to go by. It was cool, totally cool...you could be cool...

Izuku was still a little blushy by the time he made it back. You suggested continuing into Artists’ Alley, to give you both something to look at other than each other until you could calm down.

The thought that Izuku had wanted to get you something, a something that matched his own cosplay was...very heartening. And the fact that he’d been so bashful about the whole thing, probably just as shy about it as you had been…

Well, that made your heart leap into little somersaults in your chest.

Artists’ Alley proved a fairly fruitful distraction. Everything was eye-catching, and Izuku immediately set about collecting every single All Might sticker pack in sight. He was effusive in his praise, and the artists seemed to soak up his smile like eager little sponges, exactly the way you might have. He stuffed everything away in his bag, looking like a little kid who’d made out really well on Christmas.

He also lingered longingly over a set of pins featuring Creati, Ingenium, and Froppy, plus a cute little Uravity phone charm. At one booth towards the end of the row, he was startled into a laugh, a happy, pleased little noise that instantly drew your attention. In his hands, a Dynamight sticker pack depicted cartoon versions of Katsuki Bakugou in various piques of tantrum—crossed arms, surly pouts, and crackling explosions dotted the sheet.

“It looks just like him,” Izuku laughed as he purchased the set—his expression just somewhat guilty, you thought.

But he was clearly pleased with it, and his smile was infectious. You smiled up at him, unable to help yourself—and Izuku’s eyes seemed to catch on your mouth. For a horrible second you thought he might have just been staring at something caught in your teeth. But then his eyes trailed slowly downwards, down the lines of your new hoodie, and his ears went that charming shade of scarlet again. He pressed a gloved hand to the back of his mouth, flushed as if he’d caught a fever.

Your heart fluttered.

Okay, not that you had that much experience, but...that had to be a good sign. Right? Guys didn’t just go all blushy around a girl for no reason. Guys didn't just give a girl something and then stare at her in it like they'd never seen another human before. That had to mean...something, right?

You ruminated on this thought as you and Izuku sat down to a super late lunch, as you talked your way through another couple of panels, and sketched out a few more designs in his blue notebook. Your conversation came easily, as it had before, but now it seemed tinged with a layer of intensity that hadn’t been there before. And you didn't think it was just your suspicions lending it that weight either. Izuku's keen green eyes were even more focused than normal, and he appeared fairly unable to detach from the sight of you in the hoodie for too long. He even missed a couple forkfuls of rice, and was all cutely embarrassed about cleaning them up. The more you caught him staring, the stronger your suspicions were, and the stronger your resolve grew.

You had to know what it meant.

By the end of the evening, you resolved to ask him out. Maybe you were misreading signs, but maybe not. If he declined, well, you could always carry on as you had been, talking shop and dissecting panels together. But if he accepted…

Well, you didn’t want to get too far ahead of yourself.

As the evening drew to a close and Izuku walked you to the train again, you rehearsed what you might say to him. But before you got the chance, a gloved hand took yours, and Izuku pulled you to a gentle stop just outside the train stop.

You looked up at him curiously, heartbeat quickening.

Izuku’s features were set in a look of determination, eyebrows drawn slightly together, the edge of his mouth pressed in a thoughtful line.

“I wanted to ask you, um, before you left,” he said, in his gentle tone. “I was thinking about what you said, about being a student, and not being able to meet with any pros. Your designs, and all the ideas you had for Yaoyorozu’s suit, and Iida’s, and mine...they were amazing, like really amazing.”

You flushed with the praise, your fingers shifting in his.

Izuku continued, “Would you, um, bring some of your designs tomorrow? And some of the smaller inventions you mentioned?”

You nodded, wondering where he was going with this. You were always happy to show off your work, especially to someone who could clearly appreciate its finer points. But you and Izuku had already been talking shop, basically the whole weekend…so what did he want with your work now?

Izuku smiled down at you, reassuring and kind. “I don’t know if you were planning on coming tomorrow, but if you wanted to—Yaoyorozu, Iida, Shouto and Ochako will be at my meet and greet tomorrow. I didn’t think people would want to meet just me, so I asked to make it more of a UA thing…”

You stared at him, suddenly unable to process what he was saying. The words made sense separately but they didn’t quite fit together, like he’d misspoken somewhere, used an incorrect particle…

Something prickled at the edge of your thoughts.

“I was thinking you could show them your designs there, if you wanted,” Izuku said. Then he added quickly, “If you’re working, I could also get you a different time with them, though! Maybe a meeting at my agency, if you’re, um, interested. I know I definitely would like to work with you on a new suit design…”

He trailed off, looking a little unsure of himself. Your lack of response seemed to unnerve him a little.

But you were having some difficulties processing exactly what it was he was saying. You felt like an old-timey computer, slowly loading only the most fragile of internet connections. Everything felt so weirdly disconnected. Izuku kept referencing “my meet and greet”, and “my agency,” as though a regular dude had any business having a slot at the convention. He kept saying things like “my suit,” and he spoke of the pros as if he was on familiar terms with them. As though he was familiar with them, as though he was a hero himself…

You froze.

Two and two suddenly added up into a very neat and very horrifying four.

Those emerald eyes roved over you in concern, and two gloved hands came up to take you by the shoulders, very, very gently.

“Are you, um, are you alright?” Izuku asked, ducking his head to peer at your face.

You watched from somewhere outside your body, as his hands moved over you, as if to reassure himself that you were alright.

As pro hero Deku’s hands moved over you, and pro hero Deku peered concernedly at your features.

Pro hero Deku...who you’d apparently been with the entire weekend.

[sednas]

relationship headcanons

what I think the mha boys would be like in a relationship, I will probably do a nsfw version

part one, part two, part 3

genderneutral!reader

trigger warning : only fluff and dabi being dabi I guess

─ katsuki bakugo

of course you had to make the first move with HOT SAUCE™

your relationship was a secret until one day Kirishima saw the two of you kissing, he almost fainted and that's how the whole squad knew

"Yeah I'm with Y/N, you have a problem with that you fucking nerd?"

he's not really good with pda but he tries his best, he doesn't give a fuck about people around, it's more because he's really shy with you especially at the start of your relationship

even if he doesn't show it

so he wraps his arm around your shoulders very carefully, he gets more confident every time he does it

it gets a little more difficult when he has to hold your hand

first he's scared to literally blast away your hand even if he controls his alter

second, he's so fucking embarrassed about his sweaty palms, it's the only time he's embarrassed because of his quirk

so please hold his hand and smile to him, it would make him really happy

a lot of teasing, either coming of you or him

he always has a grin on his face when he's teasing you, it's a smile just for you, when you see it you know he's going to be annoying

but when it's the other way around it's way more funny, all you need to do is physically compliment him and you'll win

the blush on his face is so worth it

I wouldn't call him an introvert, but he definitely prefers spending time with you in his room rather than going out for a date

it's selfish but like that he has you just for him

he'll never admit it, but he really likes when you squeeze his cheeks, he feels the warmth of your hands and in some way it reassures him

100% cooks for you while complaining about cooking for you

FUCKING SPACE EATER

he has to be close enough to you so your two bodies are practically becoming one

his arm against yours, his back against yours, his chest against your back... if he's not glued to you then he doesn't want it

this secret clingy side of him also applies in the bedroom and of course he's the big spoon

it's his way to initiate physical contact with you don't mind him

─ eijiro kirishima

where do I start without saying that he would be the best boyfriend of the entire universe?

he made the first move because that's what a real man do

and the first days he may be a little nervous

a little too nervous, he wants to be romantic so badly that he ends up being embarrassing for the both of you

this poor boy just can't believe he's with someone as amazing as you

so he needs time to get used to it, but he learns fast don't you worry

his hands are always glued to yours whenever you're out somewhere, it became a habit

he's also the most supportive person you've ever met in your life

he's your number one fanboy and will support every passions and projects you're into

he becomes your human pillow when you're sad, he holds you against his chest and pats your head

and if you're really sad he might even cry with you (!!!)

he said I love you first ofc

jealous™

he constantly doubts himself so it's no surprise he's jealous

but he doesn't show it... at least he tries not to, but sometimes his hands are grabbing your hips to bring you closer to him before he can even think reasonably

just reassure him, tell him he's the only one and he will immediately stop being jealous, after all, he trusts you more than anyone else

Eijiro really likes dates, it can be anywhere, he always makes sure you have fun and that you're comfortable

almost forgot to add: he's a gentleman, opens the door for you, holds your bag, holds you in the bridal style so you don't have to walk

is it too much? well, for him nothing is too much when it's about you

he's the little spoon, I do not take constructive criticism

he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat

I just can't- he's too precious

everything about you soothes him, your heartbeat, the sound of your breath, of your voice... he just has to listen to it and he's relaxed

also, he may smile easily and at everyone but it's different when he sees you

his smile is different as well as the light that appears in his red eyes

that bright smile and those illuminated eyes are just for you

he would literally die for you

─ tomura shigaraki

first of all, you have my respect because he's emotionally unavailable

you have to be part of the LOV to even get to know him, because he never goes out unless for missions where he's killing people so...

he slowly, very slowly fell in love with you since I headcanon him as demisexual

you're not afraid when he touches you and it's so new for him

so you have to initiate physical contact, he might freeze but he won't reject you

but during night, oh boy it's a different story

he can't sleep most of the night so while you're asleep he becomes clingy

he wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent

if you wake up he may be a little embarrassed but your skin is too soft to let you go

you said I love you first, he looked at you for a long moment, like he was making sure you were sincere

"I love you too." he said, in an almost inaudible voice

he never confessed his feelings since

pet names aren't really his thing, he calls you by your name, his voice softens when he says it though

plays video games with you, yes it's a date~

he wants to protect you from all the crimes he's involved in even if you're part of the league

I know I almost said it already but yes, he's touch starved

very touch starved indeed, he may not directly ask but he craves for feeling your fingers on his skin

he unconsciously leans into your touch, letting a sigh escape his mouth

please compliment him, he will probably stop working for a few seconds tomura.exe has stopped working

he would then act cold but his heart would explode in his chest

─ dabi

ok, I don't want to ruin the mood but... toxic asf

I'm sorry but I can NOT picture Dabi in a healthy relationship

I think the more he would fall for you, the more he would be mean to you

because getting emotionally attached is scary for him

you have to be a villain as well, maybe a vigilante, but him falling for a hero is completely unrealistic, he would burn you alive if you are

every time someone asked if the two of you were a thing he said no

but he's super possessive in reality, giving a glare to everyone who even dare to look at you

he never said I love you

he's not the kind to share his feelings, he's more into actions than words

the only exception is when he says "You're mine"

it's his way to say I love you

also, if you're an hopeless romantic and that you want to wake up everyday with a good morning text you won't be happy with this mf

because he can be many things in your relationship but acting like an actual boyfriend is not one of them

he may even disappear from your life for a whole week before coming back like nothing happened

it would be better if you're independent, while still being emotionally and physically dependent to him if that makes sense...?

like, give him space, but please do not go too far, because he wants to be with you

and he wants you to need him, even when he's not in the mood (which happens pretty often)

he doesn't like dates, he doesn't see the appeal in it

he won't go out unless you literally drag him outside and you have to plan everything yourself

grabs your ass and/or slaps it at least 10 times in a day

would literally burn alive every person who hurt you emotionally or physically

it's sub bitch hours

he always wants to be in control

so he really likes it if you're submissive

would never say it out loud but he loves cuddles

bit cheesy but you make him feel alive and he hasn't felt like this in a long time

─ hitoshi shinso

people think that you two are best friends

they randomly know about your relationship when Shinso calls you kitty out of sudden

he's not romantic or at least not much, the two of you always insult each other for fun but never seriously

a lot of memes and vines reference too

he doesn't really like dates, especially in clubs or restaurants, he prefers to stay at home all day with you, just laying on his bed doing absolutely nothing

but he would make an effort if you like dates, there are still few places he likes

like a walk in the park or a cat cafe

not a big fan of pda

when he's feeling jealous he grabs your hand

or sometimes he just rests his hand on the top of your head

it was weird at first, patting you like you were some sort of a big cat but now you know that it's a way for him to always protect you

you said I love you first and he asked you why

it was a genuine question but before you answered he said I love you too while looking away

yeah because behind his jaded face and his grin this boy he's shy

especially when you compliment him about his hero abilities, he hugs you to thank you but also to hide his red cheeks

he doesn't make many compliments because he's persuaded that you already know everything he loves about you

but you catch him staring at you pretty often and most of the time he smiles at you with a pure expression of love in his eyes

he still has trouble believing that you trust him, even with his quirk

✨ little spoon ✨

presses his cheek on your chest and rests his hand on your stomach, feeling your body move every time you breath

please play with his hair

he wants to marry you the day you ask him to use his quirk on you, just to "see what it does"

like, since he was a child everyone was scared of his power and now you want to try just for fun

truly feels like the luckiest man in the entire universe

my hero academia masterlist

[thepariahcontinuum]

Okay so headcanons I've come up with whilst writing a prequel fic about the inaugural Wards team:

Chevalier and Mouse Protector are both buff, they swing swords, wear armour and fight up close and they look like it.... Chevalier is built like a linebacker, Mouse has buff arms and shoulders, no defined abs but still strong core muscles.

Out of costume teenage Chevalier dresses like the preppiest little shit you've ever seen.

Teenage Myrddin wears DnD t-shirts, he doesn't even game he just finds the idea of "The wizard guy" wearing those shirts funny.

Myrddin is one of the very few Eidolon fanboys out there.

Before he had the full beard he has in Worm teenage Myrddin absolutely had the shit, patchy teenager beard while he was trying to grow it out.

Out of costume Chevalier and Myrddin always look like one of them was trying to sell drugs to the other.

Myrddin had a brief, unreciprocated crush on Mouse Protector.

Mouse Protector will steal food from your plate without remorse.

Mouse's whole cheesy, kinda goofy shtick is entirely deliberate (In Ward Victoria notes that she was known for taking down the Villains with stupidly high success rates) basically it's an attempt to keep herself heroic and stop herself becoming the boogieman (Because her power is kinda scary)

Mouse Protector likes girls.

Legend being openly Gay did a lot for equality on Earth Bet, largely because nobody is going to protest him and still have any credibility.

As such Legend was the person that all the younger Capes would reach out to if they were questioning.

Before the motorcycle licenses became standard practice for Wards the inaugural team were given vehicle training for a lot of different things, meaning that quite a few of them could drive before they were seventeen.

Miss Militia's first car was an absolutely battered Camaro, because having a piece of shit first car is tradition.

When Haven first started out they tried to poach Miss Militia from the PRT, they thought having someone who converted to Christianity would help their branding.

Armsmaster, Sphere and Fishtank were all considered to be part of the second wave of Wards.

One of the first big groups of Villains acting together was a Tinker collective called "Cutting Edge" who wanted to be Hero's nemeses.

The Nemesis Program was named after someone, who actually wasn't a Case 53.

In the days prior to Worm the major split between Villain groups was actually between groups led by Capes with humans in henchmen roles and groups where Capes were ranking, but subservient members of an existing group....For example if a member of the Mafia had a trigger event, they might become a Made Man more quickly, but they don't become the Boss.

A lot of villains within organised crime empires such as the Mafia, Yakuza and Triads were the first villains to agree to the Endbringer Truce, which surprised the PRT.

Black Kaze was a disgraced Sentai Elite member.

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Ok ok-

Well My exams are finally over so I can now write my yandere shit in peace

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◇ Yandere type: Possessive, Obsessive, delusional

It's a pretty awkward story on how you met....He was about to kill you- But just being blinded by your features he left you alone for now. He didn't know what you did to him, did you cast a spell? Charm maybe? Lust? No..thats not it! Ah yes 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 he just ignored the feelings though its just the voices in his head getting a little wild; Slender would be beyond pissed if Toby fell in love a human. But of course as time passed he couldn't stop thinking of that encounter, how you made him feel that was a different feeling...different from sadness. He just stopped at this point. He just had to see your angelic face once more! He just couldn't take it.

This bitch is bipolar af. When I mean he's bipolar I mean it, for example one second he'll be fanboying all over you, next thing you know he's threatening to plunge his hatchet into your heart; Gruesome...

He kidnaps you in a matter of days after your first meeting. He just can't fight the urge. Sorry Toby has gone sicko mode

So after that kidnapping he keeps you in his room, which is a huge risk considering all the pastas are walking up and down, so if anyone hears you scream they might tell slender if its Sally or Lizari but if its someone like Jeff for instance he won't hesitate to end you. But overall big, big risk for Toby and for your life.

For your case now...Toby isn't a shit stain like Jeff- so he's pretty easy to please, just listen to his every want and command so you can have an injury-free life with him.

Bitch hates it when you cry or your skin may be bruised, it can just piss him off. He'd feel like he's not being a good boyfriend that he's a failure and Yada, Yada. He basically can't live with himself if any harm is done to you. Well shit he'll even stop killing people for you to love him; Toby is now your bitch boy :D

Does try his hardest to keep you happy, without giving you freedom of course. If you like plushies he'll buy you plushies. Like flowers? He'll get you all the flowers the world can offer...just to see you smile.

He always wants to be touching you, you could say he's very clingy.

His punishments aren't that bad I suppose...just threatening you with an axe against your throat to say all kinds of "lovely" phrases to him like "awe Toby, I love you!" and chessy stuff like that. It calms his nerves and makes him feel better about himself. Another punishment is by breaking your legs so you can't move. Toby just loves when you have to depend on him for everything, after all, you are his. But once Toby realizes what he did, he apologizes profusely and he'll even ask if he can bandage you up. (See what I told you-)

He hopes and prays you develope stockholm syndrome.

If you develop a crush or even take a liking to one of the pastas or other proxies he will have some "personal" matters to address with them. Very delusional as well, Toby thinks he's your boyfriend (as mentioned earlier) and he messed up so bad that he just has to make it up to you, his Darling.

Never ever would think you'd do anything wrong, after all you are an angel painted by (whatever religion you believe in) themselves.

But, don't take Toby's patience for granted...he might just break.

Bonus yandere quote: You're j-just as s-s-sweet as m-my waffles!

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And we're done this seemed a lot shorter when writing it but whatever-

If you wanna request you can do so I'm always bored.

Don't kill me for my Grammar errors please they were unintentionally made.

Hope you simps enjoyed these hcs and stay safe my Darlings ^^

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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

[angelic-ish-phantom]

Ectoplasm, the presence of the dead… it did strange things to animals.

They were more sensitive to it than humans, their minds, more basic and simple, were easier bent by ways of the strange, otherworldly energy.

Rabbits cowered at the presence of ghosts whether they were visible or not. Dogs barked at the air where natural portals might form. Cats stalked the ghostly, fiercer and more alert than they should be.

And then, there were the more intelligent creatures: apes might gain a human’s intelligence.

But of all the examples, crows had the strangest responses.

There was a reason they had once been considered messengers of the Gods.

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A woman in a hoodie twisted through alleys tapping away at the phone in her hands, idly keeping it unlocked.

They had no interest in its contents (although the kid she’d nicked it off of was clearly some sort of fanboy, too obsessed with Phantom for it to be healthy based on the photos and reports.) She only wanted the bank details saved into it.

The thief flinched at the sound of something clattering. No one had seen, no one had followed, and no one could know what she’d done…

That didn’t stop the paranoia from setting in.

They turned to meet the shining onyx eyes.

Just a crow. It stared at them and they shivered.

And then it started to caw.

It hadn’t been a raspy trill as she’d expected, but a the high cry of an alarm.

It was an animal, but it had rattled her. And when the thing didn’t stop she’d tried to walk away.

The call seemed to duplicate, layering on itself, growing louder. And when she looked back more crows were there: on windowsills, on the edge of rooftops.

And they were all staring at her.

They ran.

It was ironic; she lived in a town where ghosts attacked people on the daily, and here they were, spooked by a flock of crows.

But then, she hadn’t heard them flapping. Had only actually heard that first one land. And now their path was blocked.

Terrified as they were by the nightmare scene, the odd congregation around her, she covered her ears, because the crows were all still screaming, high pitched and short and perfectly unified.

And then someone answered.

“What’s going on?”

And, as one, all the birds snapped their beaks shut with a loud clack, the sound of a coffin falling shut.

And she looked up at Phantom.

“Help me!” They couldn’t help but call to him.

The ghost’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked looked up at him pleadingly.

Phantom floated down, and glanced at one of the crows questioningly, “What exactly are you doing?”

The thief tensed; she wasn’t being tried, he didn’t know anything. They were about to tell him they didn’t know why the creatures were doing, why they had surrounded her like this, that they were probably ghosts despite the lack of green glow.

But then a different voice rang out; one crows beak hung open, twitching as the words slipped out like music from a record.

“Wes. Phone. Took.” Two words. And perhaps she’d have been more shaken by the fact the bird had spoken in the first place had the second word not had her flinching back in guilt.

One of the crows, surged at them and they cried out as it snipped and peck at her pocket, easily grabbing the stolen item.

And then it was in Phantom’s hands.

The ghost’s face lit up in surprise. “Huh? It is his… I guess I gotta go return this, but it wouldn’t hurt to delete some of whatever stalker stuff that guy’s got on here.” And then he turned back to her.

“What?” They asked helplessly, the sheer confusion of the situation making her want to do nothing more than close their eyes until they wake up.

“Um…” The ghost shifted awkwardly, “Like, don’t take peoples stuff? It’s bad.” He finished lamely. A few crows made odd noises that she might have likened to cackling had they not been nightmare birds. “Look I’m not good at bad humans, okay! I fight ghosts!” He flung his arms into the air defensively, before huffing. “Just keep an eye on her, all right.” And then the boy faded into invisibility, as she shivered at the command he’d given.

Surely not…

The crows scatted all at once and they clutched their head, feathers catching in their hair.

Bye the time she looked up again, only that first crow remained, eyes still boring into them.

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No one quite understood why the crows of Amity Park acted like they did.

They only knew that the ghost boy appeared whenever there was danger. He seemed to know on his own when ghosts were afoot, but when problems were entirely human, the crows would call him.

[astaroth1357]

Brothers React to a Demigod MC 

So, I've gotten some interest to do a Brothers follow-up to a previous request of mine (Undateables React to a Cute, Badass MC), however, I've thus far refused to write one. Honestly, this HC actually plays on a trope I personally dislike and had it not been a request I would have never done it to start with. I just can't see any reasonable way a non-magic human can beat a bunch of demons, I just can't, and that hinders my imagination quite a bit. …But someone who’s not so human? That I can get behind. Fair warning, I grew up with the Percy Jackson series so that’s going to paint quite a bit of how I see modern demigods. Ready for things to get super-ultra fanfic-y for a bit?

Intro:

The day to kidnap bring the exchange students to the Devildom has finally come and the demons have all gathered in the Council Room to open their portal to the human world. Really, things started without a hitch - the portal opened with and their future student dropped down out of it and landed on the floor… before they suddenly leapt up, pulled out a weapon, and lunged at them!

… This isn’t your normal human, it is?

Lucifer

Oh Devil, this couldn’t have been any farther than what they wanted… They were looking for a human and they managed to pull out a halfling! A divine halfling no less!! Why wasn’t this in their file?!

Look, Lucifer might not be on good terms with his father, but even he knows he had it better than any children of the pagan gods… The levels of petty vindictiveness that run through that bunch are literally the stuff of legends...

After he and Barbatos were able to restrain the MC before they hurt themselves or anyone else, Diavolo explained everything to them and gave them a pardon for attacking the Demon Prince on sight… After they identified themselves and their parentage, Lucifer knew they were in for some shit…

He and Diavolo had to iron out an apology letter to their godly parent for days just to keep from saying anything that could accidentally cause a second Troy or worse... It was a mess...

But on the bright side, the “human” came pre-prepared for fighting monsters and demons, which honestly took a bit of a load off his shoulders. That’s less responsibility for Mammon - and in his experience, the less responsibility Mammon has, the better things usually turn out.

… Though their ability to actually hold their own in a fight did make things complicated sometimes - like whenever he was their perceived opponent... 

He wasn’t expecting to have to manage a being that was actually capable of meeting him toe-to-toe on the battlefield and it did hinder his intimidation factor to some degree…It was hard to be threatening to someone who’s likely faced worse than you could ever offer.

In the end it probably worked out for the best, as a live exchange student is better for Diavolo than a dead one - but man did it get on his nerves until they made their pact together… Be scared of him, dammit!

Mammon

The first time he tried to threaten the human, they straight up pulled out a weapon and looked like they were ready to whip his ass!! Didn’t they know he wasn’t being serious?? 😫

He really didn’t know why he had to be on babysitting duty, anymore... This huma-er demigod could handle themselves just fine!

When he first ditched them with Levi, he later found out they managed to cleanly toss his brother over their head and make a break for it all by themselves! And Levi’s no pushover either!!

Later, he saw them getting ambushed on their way back from school and they soundly knocked out about five demons before he even caught up to them… and he’s, like, fast and stuff… 

Their strength is kind of unreal at times, but he could tell they were still far from a mindless killing machine. They were more or less a normal person, they had wants and dreams like anybody else, but they just happened to be a long stronger than the average mortals around them. 🤷‍♀️

After he eventually got to know them and a bit about how their life worked, he felt a little bad for them... Who wants to be hunted down just for being born?

After learning about their struggles, Mammon ended up resolving to help keep them safe (even if a part of him knew they didn’t need him that much).

I mean, if the whole world’s against you, then you can use all the help you can get... right?

Leviathan 

Levi found out exactly one thing about them within the first two minutes of meeting them… their reflexes were killer.

After Mammon ditched them on Day One, he tried to drag the human to his room to tell them his genius plan but they broke out of his grip and threw him flat on his back like was just second nature! 

He was stuck on the ground for a full minute, trying to process what just happened, while they ran off into the House all alone…

Did he just get tossed around… by a human?? Was he really that pathetic!?!

Finding out later that they were actually half-god certainly helped out his self-esteem because, man, if he had lost so easily to a human of all things... He might have just never left his room again…

Levi pretty much kept his distance from them until they finally made a pact together and then he discovered that the MC wasn’t so scary after all. If he’s being honest, being in the same house as a demigod was actually kind of cool...! 

Like, it was almost exactly the plot of the show: “Wait, I Thought I Was the Son of a Pagan God So What Am I Doing in a Christian Hell??” but their MC seemed to know a lot more about fighting than the protagonist of that show ever did…

Plus, because he never had to worry about their safety, he had even more excuse to never leave his room. Win-win!

Satan

A demigod, eh…? He had done plenty of research into human world mythologies in his spare time, frankly he thought the old gods had died out - but it seems they were still up and kicking… and making babies for whatever reason? Horny bastards...

Satan's original interest in the MC was purely academic. It’s not everyday that you get to meet someone of such a unique heritage and he fully intended to learn if all the legends about their greatness were true… and well...

He could say that the MC was certainly different than how he pictured humans being. He’d never met very many before, but from what he could gather they were a weak race that really got by on wit and persistence… However, nothing about the MC was weak.

Their aptitude for combat was surprisingly sharp, both in skill and reflexes. He had once blown up at them in anger and not only did they dodge his swipes but they got in a good few hits themselves with a nearby lamp… He never once thought a mortal could give him a black-eye but, somehow, they pulled it off. 🤷‍♀️

Combine their physical skill with what magical gifts were granted to them by their godly-half and they were a force to be reckoned with… Even Solomon seemed to hesitate and think more about his actions around them (which is saying something for a sorcerer of his strength).

It’d be fair to say a part of him grew to respect the MC long before they ever made their pact and that respect only grew afterwards. If he had to be bound to any master, human or otherwise, he’d rather it be one that he could right about consider an equal not only as a friend, but in strength as well.

Asmodeus 

A demigod…? Oooo, he hadn’t come across one of those since he bedded Aeneas all those centuries ago… Such a gorgeous man, got all his looks from his mother~! 🤭

Asmo was probably the most interested in their godly heritage, but it felt like he was treating them like a zoo exhibit for a while… Something pretty and new to look at, but not exactly someone he wanted to know personally...

He openly and readily admitted that watching their little demigod in action got him hot and bothered (or well, more hot and bothered than usual ) but it didn’t take him to see they weren’t interested at the time…

He decided that he just had to have a pact with them after they saved him from Henry 1.0! It was before he noticed the giant snake and he was lurching back to strike, but the human swept in to knock him out of the way. They probably could have made mince meat of the creature themselves if Levi weren’t begging for them to spare his former pet...

Post-pact Asmo treated them with a lot more respect… but also still fanboyed over their fighting skills hardcore. 

Like, their body had to be fit to keep up with all those monsters, right?? What was their training routine? Could he watch?? Oh please say he can watch!! He just can’t get enough of that fighter’s physique…! 😍

Beelzebub 

So… the human isn’t a human but only part human? And the other part is a god? Does that make them any sturdier than normal humans…? Call him curious…

Beel was probably one of the few brothers who was legitimately weary of the MC from the beginning… He can get a certain feel for a person pretty quickly and something about them just felt…frankly, kind of dangerous.

But they also intrigued him a little… Beel’s used to being one of the strongest demons in any room he walks into (not a boast, just a fact) so for him to get that feel from a mortal was pretty impressive. A part of him just wanted to test them… you know?

So. He did. He asked them to help him train his martial arts one day and even with his awareness, he was not expecting the results that he got.

The MC was strong. Very strong. They were not only able to keep up with him and dodge his blows, but they were able to predict his moves and counterattack in kind. They didn’t even need to tell him that they had actually been fighting for their life for years, he could tell. They had a skill you don’t get from practice matches...

After that point, the two would go to each other to train and keep their skills sharp… but also just to spar for fun. Their fighting styles made a pretty good match and they bonded pretty damn quick because of it. 

If anime tells us anything, when you find a good fight buddy, you stick with them. Even if one’s part god and the other is a demon. 🤷‍♀️ 

Belphegor 

A demigod is still human enough to hate, sorry MC. Not that he knew about their godly heritage at first…

Really, he should have been a little more suspicious of how easily they seemed to take to life in the Devildom... Weren’t demons supposed to scare humans? Why did they seem so comfortable down here...?

His confirmation only came when he tried to enact the final part of “Use the MC to Escape the Attic!” plan and take their life to seal the deal… but oh boy, was he outclassed real quick… 

The MC had already socked him in the jaw by the time he got his full demon form out and then they threw him across the room by the tail… the TAIL!! And it hurt like a bitch, too!! Even during the full blown fight that followed, he could tell they were holding back and it pissed him off something fierce...!

Why was the MC so strong?!? Humans weren’t supposed to be strong!!!

His brothers heard all the commotion and the Lilith confrontation ended up happening up in the attic between a somewhat beat-up Belphie and a barely-scratched MC. Had Beel not come to his defense on instinct, it might have turned out worse for him in all honesty… Something about that human just wasn’t right…

He only found out about their god-half after everything settled down and he promised not to try killing them again (not that anyone thought he could...) and that put some things into perspective. So the Lastborn Ruler of Hell isn’t as strong as one mortal demigod…? Ouch. Okay, fine then... Whatever...

He does think it’s too bad he missed them beating the crap out of the rest of his brothers, though (minus Beel)... That would have been fun to see. 😔

So I tried to keep this one God-parent neutral, but I’ve upgraded this to its own series! Check it out if you’re interested! 😊

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

[theabyssorder]

hi!! I love your writing sm <3 could I request bennett, childe, xiao, and diluc with a regenerating /immortal s/o? like if they get wounded, they can feel the pain but it heals very quickly. and they are sort of reckless in battle bc of it? it's ok if you aren't comfy with writing it!

Childe, Xiao, and Diluc with an regenerating / immortal s/o

Characters - Childe, Xiao, Diluc, and Bennett

Possible TW - Mentions of gore and injuries

a/n - First request aaaa!!! I just.skdjfjdskf! I also actually really vibe with this hc!

no proof reading we die like rex lapis

Childe

Now Childe feels conflicted, because of his desire of self-improvement

He wants to battle you a lot more, but its you aka someone he cares about

Imagine more spars, but he won't try to make you lose a limb or do major damage.

Childe cares about you and he doesn't want to test that limit of how fast can you regenerate and how far does it go

Honestly, while he is very very jealous of your ability, he also lectures you many times for rushing in.

In fact, he might force you to do some more training with dodging and being more aware of your surroundings!

Whenever an opponent or person does see you regenerate parts of your body, he will cheer you on.

"YEAH THATS MY BADASS S/O"

He's probably talked to Zhongli about you, in hopes that he can explain your ability.

10/10 supportive man

Xiao

Xiao is proud of you for having such an ability, but it won't change his view on you

The first time he realized you could do that, he called you weird

Just because you can regenerate your limbs and skin, doesn't mean you can't be caught in a vulnerable moment.

He doesn't mind wiping out hilichurl camps with you or sparring with you

But the second you get a little cut or he sees blood, he's rushing over anyway

He knows you can regenerate your limbs, but he doesn't want you to rely on your abilities.

He understands the feeling of pain, but there's no physical wound.

Maybe you can listen to him play something on his flute?

totally not inspired by a certain bard

You're still just a human, right?

Your powers make Xiao feel comforted that you can protect yourself

But he worries about the day they will be tested to their limits

Please stop rushing out into battle, he's going to die from a heart attack

Xiao is keeping an eye on you 24/7

10/10 will give Xiao gray hairs

Diluc

Diluc is shocked that you can do that

He's very curious on how you got such a strange ability

He might follow you around a little bit or ask around in the tavern to find out more

Is it based on your vision? Are you human?

He obsesses over it a little, and Kaeya does bully him

Before you got into a relationship, he did have a little theory board on you

Your first meeting with Diluc might actually be a meeting with the dark knight

He doesn't want someone with this type of power on the wrong side

Once he realized you were just a normal person who regenerates quickly, he feels embarrassed

You never knew he was very worried for Monstadt and your intentions until Kaeya snitched

He swore he burnt that theory board

Diluc feels comforted that you can protect yourself, but you must stop rushing in.

Yes you regenerate from you wounds, but you feel the pain

Diluc doesn't want his s/o in pain

Pain and s/o shouldn't be in the same sentence!

10/10 almost became a crazy theorist

Bennet

Bennet is very surprised and he is adding this ability to the top ten cool things about s/o!

However, it does make him feel a little useless :(

Bennett's best ability is his healing! He can't do much if you're doing the healing

He tries to help you in different ways on your adventures

Like making food, bringing water, and making sure you brought all your equipment

Benny doesn't want to leave your team!

Please reassure this insecure boy to keep joining you on your adventures.

Bennett gets worried about you enough because of his bad luck

When he sees you rush in, he feels like he just got hit by a hilichurl head on!

Your adventures get messy, but Bennett is glad that you have a lower chance of getting hurt

Once he's reassured, he does his best to make sure you're not in a lot of pain

It may be gone, but it might still hurt! :((

Bennett looks up to you way more now, and he might even ask how you got such an ability

Can he learn this?

Bennett wants to learn how to do it as well

If he learned how to heal all his wounds quickly that would be amazing!

Please hype this boy up, he doesn't need to learn anything.

10/10 Biggest fanboy