#overworked hero

[puddleslimewrites]

Overworked (Prompt #11)

"Helloooo!"

Hero blinked slowly, only just registering the blur of a hand waving in front of their face.

Villain frowned. "What's up with you?" they demanded. "First you don't show up to our fight, then you ignore me and walk right past me when I show up at your door. You didn't even have the decency to leave a coded message!"

Hero stared blankly at their nemesis. "...Sorry?" They really must be out of it if they didn't notice all that.

The villain pressed forward. Hero didn't seem to notice how close they were. "Are you sick? Hurt?"

It took a moment for Hero to register the questions and then another to realize that they were supposed to answer. "Just...tired."

Villain finally leaned out of their space, eyes narrowed. "Well that won't do. I need you at your best if I'm going to beat you!"

Hero nodded absently, already zoning of the conversation.

[mythos-night]

NyQuil

Villain watched Hero sprawled across the couch, half his face buried in the cushions, papers strewn everywhere. He was out of it, exhausted, maybe from the overtime at the Hero Agency, maybe from the extra patrols.

Maybe from the Nyquil Villain had slipped into Hero's drink a couple minutes ago.

Probably the overtime. 

Hero's eyes fluttered over slightly as Villain brushed some of the papers carelessly onto the floor. He grabbed at them aimlessly for a moment before his limbs simply gave up. Villain sat by his head, brushing away the strands that had fallen in his lover's face. 

Hero's eyes threatened to close any moment now. "Again?" He managed to slur out.

Villain smiled. "You need to sleep, love. Those papers aren't due tomorrow."

"I got a shift in a couple hours."

"It also seems that the Agency has unexpectedly closed due to maintenance issues."

Hero chuckled. "So that's why the drink tasted funky."

"Yes, that's why the drink tasted funky."

"I need to get this work done?"

"Alright then. Get up."

"There was a pause. At one point, Villain was convinced Hero had fallen asleep. Then he heard a gentle sigh. "Okay, you win."

Villain grinned. "That's what I thought."

Villain looped one hand around Hero's knees and back, knowing that any attempt to walk would result in utter failure (and probably a photo on Villain's phone).

As they made it upstairs, Villain spoke up. "You know I wouldn't go through all this effort if you would just stop overworking yourself." All he got was a hum in return. Villain rolled his eyes. He'd address it more with Hero when he was more coherent.

Just as Villain settled Hero down, preparing to leave for his own devices, Hero grabbed his wrist. "Stay?" The whisper was faint but there.

Villain smiled and crawled into the covers, pulling the almost limp Hero close. "Of course."

Constructive criticism is always appreciated! My requests are open! Have a great day/night :D

[aceofheartistry]

Did I spend a huge amount of time on this to redo Izuku’s design to better flow with Katsuki?

Maybe

I’m soft for any music AUs, so here’s an idol/boyband au

[puriteenism]

Jason: the legion didn’t raise a quitter!

Leo: NO! THEY RAISED AN IDIOT WHO CAN’T TAKE BREAKS GO TO BED ITS 3 AM, STOP TRAINING?

[evostrashbin]

You need a break, summoner

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

Hii!! I hope this isn’t too forward, I love ur civilian X AU and was just thinking over like what if one day he just. ran out of ideas on how to get the rest of the top 10 to stop fighting over him and coincidentally, he falls sick and THAT’S what makes them lock tf in lmao

Like maybe he’s been busy in his office job and also fighting the rest of top 10 whenever he’s in X form, that it doesn’t hit him that something is off until he sways on his feet on his way home from office job, and why is he feeling hot and cold at the same time,

All the top 10 catches wind of this and starts working together (begrudgingly, calling a truce) to take care of him, and also hating X more cuz where is this mans bf and why isn’t he taking care of his partner!!!

And X is like, relieved that at least now they’ve stopped fighting- then pauses and realises he probs just created more problems for his hero self to deal with and sighs in exasperation.

Sorry for the long rant, I just had to get this outta my brain.

oh my glob. yes. (i have. a very long standing thing for dramatic fainting and whump-type stuff so. yes. need.)

And absolutely, they all want to beat up hero X even more than before b/c wtf do you mean he's not only scored this man but is ignoring him??? Does he even invite him to his floor in the tower?? Do they live together??? (I still think X is homeless in this au lmao) They probably suspect hero X is cheating, the gotdam bastard--

But also, the way they'd start fighting over the best way to take care of him 😭 Cyan's singing lullabies while Ghostblade is trying to force the porridge he made onto X (it will be the best thing he's ever tasted in his life, but he's too sick to remember later), Queen has raided every pharmacy (she has somehow managed to get everything but the medicine he needs), Luo Li has somehow gotten hospital machinery into his shitty little apartment they've all crammed into and is taking his vitals, Nice is obsessively cleaning everything to make sure the whole place is sterile, E-Soul is standing by as like, a human defibrillator. Just in case. Big Johnny is purring (?) on his chest as he lays there helplessly. Ahu tries to imitate to little success. They get in each other's way and are just. so close to fighting, only to be interrupted by the tiniest sneeze to remind them why they've made a truce.

And they've all been superhuman for so long they can't remember what the fuck a normal illness is like LMAO (he just needs a few days of rest...they are not helping his ass by being there)

[shiori8]

Power-Couple Uravity & Midoriya-Sensei

I know I'm incredibly late to the party but guess who's finally finished MHA and is all sorts of emo about all of these losers... 🥹

(In my head I imagine them posing like this for a magazine cover, but it's been a while since I did much drawing in general, so here's just a sloppy little piece to try and get somewhat back into the groove of things lol maybe I will come back to this idea one day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

[rithalie-writes]

Batman on bedrest - a crack dcxdpxml idea

Okay so they really didn’t think this through.

“It’s the seventh time he’s snuck out!”

“We don’t need a count Grayson, what we need is to find him!”

You see, Batman was missing.

Not in action, may I add. No, he was missing in the most mundane way, as in “no one is sure where he is but definitely not where he should be” way. You see, Batman was hurt.

Badly enough hurt that the Justice League made a collective decision to put him on strict bed rest in the Justice League’s orbiting base medbay - with Clark and Diane as the loudest advocates for the decision. Nightwing and the rest of the Gotham troop were hot on their heels, with even Red Hood scared for the life of the broodiest member of the League. His youngest child was in his twenties already, Bruce Wayne was definitely past his prime! The problem was that Batman did not want to rest.

The seventh time he snuck out, Batfamily stopped pulling their punches. They called every possible family member to the Base, including the newest addition - Damian’s twin brother Danyal, and his ward Danielle, in hopes that the presence of youngest (possible to call) offspring, will finally make him stay in bed.

Which it did. For half an hour until the teenager fell asleep.

“You’re a ghost!” Whined Nightwing, flashing a flashlight into the vents, lifted up in the air by bashful Ellie, “how can you even fall asleep?!”

“The school has been hard lately, ok? I just closed my eyes for a minute!”

“Less talking, more searching!” Commandeered Robin, stalking the hall with levitating Phantom hot on his heels.

“This is utterly ridiculous” muttered Tim, sitting cross legged on the cafeteria table and clicking away at his tablet in search of Batman on the camera feed “he is practically a grandpa already, how can he hide so well?!”

“Wait!” Dick shouted so loud that Ellie let go of him on reflex, the man somehow landing on his feet with grace of an acrobat, “Grandpa! Tim you’re a genius!”

Tim blinked, surprised as Dick scrambled for his phone, dialing a number so fast he had to try again, “what did I say?”

“Batman is a grandparent!” Dick half-whispered, aware that not everyone on Justice League was aware of the news, “I’m calling Corr to see if she can get Ma’ri here!”

“Simply plucking a grandchild on him might do the trick” Damian nodded gravely, “especially if it’s a young one.”

“Either that or we call our sister. I bet she could scare him straight,” shrugged Danny.

For a moment everyone simply stared at Danyal. Then the chaos of words erupted.

“We could have done that two escapes ago?!”

“Why didn’t you remind us sooner?!”

“Oooh that would be so much easier than calling Corr from her off planet vacation, don’t make that eyes on me Dick, I know you miss her but for gods sake she deserves that free time.”

“It’s settled then?” Asked Damian, just as Superman came into the room, wandering what the screaming was about, “we call Amari as soon as we find him. I’ll text her to prepare for video call”

“Who’s Amari? And how can she help?” Clark wondered out loud but Danny just smiled. “You’ll see. You’ll see.”

They found Batman half an hour later, bent over some files in the remote corner of the warehouse compartment. They all but dragged him to medbay, with him grumbling all the way. “Karma, old man,” grinned Red Hood as he deposited Batman in his bed. “You have a call.”

“Is it fine for anyone to see Batman in such state?” Asked Wonder Woman, looking nervously at the literal mass of bandages that made the man look more like a mummy than man. “He’s not exactly presentable.”

“It’s fine, it’s family.” Summed up Tim, setting up the giant TV on the wall in front of the bed. Superman exchanged a surprised look with Wonder Woman, not expecting that answer.

Soon, the screen flickered to life, showing them all an unexpected figure. A young man in his twenties, with a shock of blond hair and a generic black mask over very, very green eyes. Wonder Woman straightened up at the sight, recognizing the figure in an instant, despite the lack of the usual outfit and the black cat ears.

“Chat noir?” She asked, surprised. She knew who the avatar of destruction was, of course. She never expected them to meet like that though.

The wry smile that the man sported wobbled a little at the sight of so many people, including Superman and Wonder Woman, surrounding the bed of a very disgruntled Batman.

“It’s not the best time for a call.” He whispered, looking over his shoulder at something or someone. Only now could the present people see that he was dressed in jumper and sweatpants, non-descriptive and clearly domestic. The jumper had wet spots on it, and something that looked suspiciously like food splatters on it. He was clearly not expecting a call.

“We need to talk to Amari” Damian was not asking, but commandeering and Chat Noir sent him a flat look. “It’s important.” He added after a moment.

“No, you don’t understand.” Chat noir run his hand through his blond hair, messing it up even more. It’s already looked like a rats nest and the movement did not help. “We just got Emma into bed. She’s been fussing all week, she’s sick. We haven’t slept in a week, I think.” He furrowed his brows, “or at least three days.”

“You could have called” pointed out Red Hood, surprising about everyone in the room except for Dick and maybe Bruce, “I would help.”

“Yeah, we appreciate that but the flat is in no room for guests - even family. Ma- Amari would kill me if I invited anyone over.”

“We need to talk to her.”

“Nope. No way - she’s napping.” Chat noir shook his head “kwami knows she needs that.”

“I don’t see why you need to bother Amari with the call right now” grumbled Batman, glaring at his youngest “I’m fine.”

The sound of collective eye roll must have reached even Chat because he snickered before Batman glared at him too. Then he coughed, “with all due respect, you don’t look fine, sir.”

“The chat noir, the literal avatar of the god of destruction is calling you sir?” wondered Superman, raising his brow. He did not miss Diane’s lessons “how did that happen.”

“It happens” grinned Nightwing and Phantom, as they spoke in unison, exchanging amused looks.

“Yeah, that happens when you knock up Batman’s daughter the day after she turns twenty.”

Chat noir grimaced, Superman coughed in surprise and even Wonder Woman’s eyes bulged a little. She knew that Batman had a biological child. She suspected it must have been Robin. But to hear it spoken so plainly? Was she wrong to assume Batman had a son?

“You make it sound so bad. We were engaged!” Whined Chat Noir, raising his voice a little. Batman glared at him, clearly reminded of the fact and not happy with it.

Something behind Chat Noir moved, and he jumped around so fast they lost a vision for a moment. A hushed conversation could be heard, after which the man quickly left the room and came back with another generic mask in hand, red this time. He gave it to the lump of blankets resting on the couch, and it rippled as someone clearly tried to detangle themselves from the nest.

The young woman was black-haired and blue-eyed and she glared at the congregation with the same tired force as Batman did after the meeting ran three hours too long. Wonder Woman felt a sudden need to go and pray to her patron for luck - and benevolence because if that was the Ladybug, the avatar of creation…

“I’m Amari. Where’s the fire?” She deadpanned, clearly tired and cranky. She slowly lifted herself up from the couch with Chat Noir’s help who seemed to fret over her more than usual. The reason was shown almost immediately.

Ladybug was very much pregnant.

“We need your help.” Damian went straight to the point, “Father here won’t let himself stay in bed and heal.”

Oh, so Batman had multiple children. Wonder Woman felt a little shaken - and apparently one of them was the avatar of creation. A being so powerful she could literally change the shape of the world as they knew it.

Wonderful.

“Oh really?” Amari - or Ladybug as she was called glared a little harder, one hand resting on her belly. “And I suppose he must stay in bed for his own good?”

“Yes, and he already sneaked out seven times!” Added Ellie cheerfully, “Hi aunt ‘mari! Hi Black Cat!”

So the king of the dead was Batman’s son too. Great.

A literal titan.

Winder Woman felt a little faint.

“Yes, hello darling,” crooned Ladybug, smiling for the first time in the call, “I see they called all the big guns to help already.”

“You’re pretty much the last resort here sis.” Shrugged Danny, “it’s either your intervention or straight up tying the man up and I suppose he’d have an answer to that in five minutes.”

“You assume correctly,” Batman shook his head at his kids’ antics “There’s no need for any intervention Ladybug, my injuries are superficial-“

“They’re soooo not,” stage-whispered Ellie.

“The old man almost keeled over” added Red Hood.

“Yes, thank you for the commentary,” snapped Batman, “But I’ll be fine in the day or two.”

“Oh I bet you will,” Ladybug nodded, smiling that serene smile that made shivers crawl up Superman’s smile. Is that what Batman’s smile looks like? “IF you stay in bed and rest.”

“Amari-“

“Do you want me to come?” She threatened, and Chat noir made a strangled sound and a violent gesture of ‘abort mission’ behind her back. “Do you really want your seven-months-pregnant-with-twins daughter travel to space to make sure my kids grandfather stays in bed so that he can live a little bit longer?”

“Because I will do it.” She said when no one spoke, “I love you dad, and I need you in good shape so that little Louis and Hugo may meet their grandpere in his full strength.”

“This is blackmail,” Batman shuffled in bed nervously, “this is emotional stand-off.”

“I’m pregnant, my kid is sick and I’ve been awake for the last 36 hours.” Ladybug’s smile grew a little tight, “my husband has not slept in three days and he’s been holding down the fort almost by himself for the last four months. I’m way past the ‘blackmail’ stage”

“I see.”

“I’ll send Jazz up?” Offered Danny, “Ellie can tag along too.”

“Maybe it is time for reinforcements,” muttered Chat Noir.

“We will talk about it,” Ladybug nodded, then focused all her attention on her father. She stood to the side, showing off just how big she’s gotten since they last saw her and the batfamily had the satisfaction to see Batman actually gulp nervously.

“So dad?” She asked, saccharingly sweet “will you stay in bed like the doctors asked or do you want me to come over there to make sure you do?”

Batman sighed, visibly deflating, “One day,” he tried to negotiate.

“Kitty, help me pack my bag-“

“Okay! I’ll stay!”

“Good. Love you dad.” Ladybug smiled honestly, if a little tired, “Wait with extreme maneuvers at least after you teach my kids how to multiply by seven, will you?”

“Can’t promise that,” Batman also smiled, a real smile, “but i will try.”

Ladybug nodded, satisfied.

“One more thing,” Batman glared at both Diane and Clark, daring them to say anything before he looked back it his daughter, “love you too.”

Ladybug send her dad a kiss as she disconnected the call.

The next day, Batman woke up to see the tiny, black-haired and green-eyed child crawling up into his bed. Emma Wayne-Agreste babbled at her grandfather happily as he hugged her with one working hand, noticing she’s still a little hot to the touch. He could see Adrien Agreste, in full superhero paraphernalia, waving at him from the door, with Nightwing dragging him out of the medbay and towards the communal room with coffee in hand. Later he would learn that Jazz and Ellie went to stay with Marinette while Adrien was officially invited to the Base with his kid, to give both young parents a chance to rest.

For now though, he let his granddaughter snuggle under the covers with him, letting her smack him with her plush bat in the process. Yeah, he was not getting out of that bed for a while it seemed.

It suddenly did not seem so bad.

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[whumppromptoftheday]

the voices from below shake the ice in hero's cup, desperate cries for help, "Why aren't you helping us!?"

"I'm just so fucking exhausted," hero sobs, hands in their hair as they slide down their wall onto the ground.

[fujii-draws]

Continuation of this (+ft Aimilios’s aura sensory overload)

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Hero who overexterted themselves too much in their last battle has become so weak that it takes everything in them to open a food packet.

Someone help them. They're gonna cry.

[willthespy]

children of the underworld doodles inspired by @thegoldenappleofdiscord’s reblog

[deebrisbyfish]

So, this strip isn't REALLY about burnout. I mean, I deal with that problem all the dang time and that fear did INSPIRE the ideas, but this is actually the beginning of what I'm hoping will be a pretty fun story arc.

The fact that I'm literally knocking on the panel border might be a clue as to where this is heading for some of my long-term fans. Hope you enjoy.

[meraki24601]

The Human Side

If Hero didn’t get some rest soon, they were going to die. Sidekick knew that the moment they saw them. They knew it days ago, really. Hell, the first time the thought crossed their mind was nearly three weeks ago.

Hero was just trying to do their job. Sidekick, the police, and countless others were also out there doing the same work, but the people didn’t want them. They wanted to be helped by Hero. 

Today, Sidekick had seen enough. Hero was so exhausted and bruised they could barely stand, but under the pressure of the cheering crowd of fans outside, they agreed to go on patrol. They had hoped that their presence would be enough to deter any criminals from acting, but Sidekick went with them just in case. As they walked, the familiar sounds of a fight rang out nearby. 

Based on the noise, whatever happened was being resolved, but they decided to check it out anyway. 

Two cops were putting cuffs on a man after what seemed to be a mugging. The victims, a small family seemingly on their way home, were huddled together to the side as the officers worked with the aggressor. Everything was taken care of, so Hero and Sidekick moved on; only one of the children saw Hero. 

“Save us, Hero!” She cried. No matter how hard Hero and Sidekick tried to convince her the police had everything under control, she and her family wouldn’t have it. Hero looked sad as they accepted the mugger from the cops. They didn’t have the strength to hold the man on his feet. The officers wound up taking the man back and waiting as the family refused to leave and give their testimony until after they’d taken pictures with Hero. 

It was time for the people to realize what they were doing to their Hero. 

The crowd outside of the office had gotten restless. They saw Hero return from patrol, knew they were in the building, and wanted to see them. Hero was finally getting some rest on the small couch in the back of Sidekick's office when someone in the crowd threw a rock at the window. It hit hard enough that the sound echoed in the small room and woke Hero. 

Sidekick tried to soothe them back to sleep, but the damage was done. The so-called “adoring fans” had proven they were willing to get violent if they didn’t get what they wanted. Hero was awake and stumbling toward the door. This time, Sidekick swore they’d see a side of Hero they refused to acknowledge. 

The human side.

Careful as they could, Sidekick threw Hero’s arm over their shoulder and led them to the front door, mindful of their healing broken ribs. They didn’t argue as Hero pulled away from their support to walk out of the building. They controlled their face as the crowd screamed loud enough to make Hero flinch. 

This time, instead of following close behind Hero as the other signed autographs and shook hands, Sidekick allowed the crowd to see Hero, then stepped protectively in front of their friend. “Hello, everybody! Let’s give it up for Hero!” They screamed over the crowd.

The answering cheers were deafening. Sidekick felt Hero’s hand brush their back in a silent question, but they stepped away from the touch. “Alright, alright! Let me hear you if you saw Hero on patrol today.”

Again, the crowd cheered.

“Yeah! What about yesterday? Anybody see them take down the gang threatening downtown?”

Deafening screams.

“What about the gunfight the day before? The meet and greet the day before that? Anyone here saved by Hero from that burning building four days ago? Five days ago, anyone hear about Hero saving the woman from a rapist? Six days ago, when Hero stopped the car from crushing a family? Does anybody still remember how Hero found that missing child seven days ago?”

The crowd was putty in Sidekick's hands. People were cheering and crying; a few seemed even to be livestreaming. The whole time, Hero stayed tucked behind Sidekick, cowering away from the reaching hands that would grab and tear, disregarding the hidden and visible injuries. 

“Hey, listen up! Does anyone know what all those things mean?” Any answers to Sidekick’s question were buried in the screams, cheers, and more than a few “I love you, Hero”s that blasted Sidekick’s Eardrums. 

“Alright, Alright. That’s right, everyone. That means Hero has been working all day every day for the past seven days without being allowed to rest or take the time to see to their wounds properly! Woohoo!”

A few cheers still rang out, but Sidekick was mainly met with low gasps and confused looks. Hero’s hand gripped Sidekick’s arm tightly, but they weren’t about to stop yet. They had the people’s attention. 

“Yep! That’s right! That means Hero is a total beast, right?” 

A few more confident cheers.

“Hero is a real superhuman, right?” 

The volume was back, but there was concern simmering under the surface.

“Hero is an actual god, right!” 

The people who cheered jumped around and grabbed at the people actually looking at Hero. Sidekick could tell some of the tears this time were not happy ones.

“Wrong! Hero is a human! A person just like you and me.” 

A few people had the nerve to boo at Sidekick, but they weren’t near done. “Hey, anyone want to guess how many hours of sleep Hero could get in the last month? A grand total of 90 hours! Isn’t that crazy? People are supposed to get around 240 in that time.”

“Oh! You know what? I’ve got a great idea. Let’s take a look at the damage saving those people from that car did. Sound good?” Sidekick growled as they dragged Hero out from behind them. The motioned jostled Hero so much they could only gasp for air instead of begging Sidekick to stop. 

Hero’s hands gripped Sidekick's arms as they lifted Hero’s shirt. The action wasn’t to stop what was happening. No, Hero could only hang on and rely on Sidekick to keep them from falling to the ground. They didn’t have the strength to stop the people from seeing the mottled bruises covering their side. They didn’t have the will to beg Sidekick not to turn them and display the gash from where they had been stabbed during a robbery. 

Sidekick lowered Hero’s shirt, adjusting their grip on the other to hold them in a way they hoped didn’t hurt too bad. “Oops. Sorry about that last one. That wasn’t from the car crash. That was from the robbery two weeks ago. Man, that’s barely healed at all, huh? Hey, Hero, why don’t you have that bandaged? Oh, right. When you tried to get medical attention, a woman screamed at you until you got her kid out of a tree, definitely within their reach.”

“You’re lying!” Someone in the crowd called, “You’re lying. Hero is a hero. They protect us!”

Sidekick scoffed, “You’re right! I’m sorry. Here you go, Hero. Go protect them.” Though it sickened them, Sidekick lifted their arms, pulling their support away from Hero. Their stomach churned as their friend fell to the ground and didn’t move.

The crowd parted as a man pushed to the front. He glared down at Hero and began to laugh. “Seems you’re right. Hero is broken.” The man yanked a gun out of his jacket, aiming it down at Hero. Several people screamed, and the security guards and police officers keeping control of the crowd moved to charge the man, but Sidekick waved them off. They signaled them to stay ready, but now wasn’t the time.

Gun waving in the air, the man pushed past the barriers and slowly approached Hero. “It’s been exhausting, living in fear of this idiot for so long. Thank you for taking out the competition. You really have done great work. The streets are clean, and the addicts are absolutely begging for more. You can die knowing you helped me greatly, Hero.” 

The man stepped into range, and Sidekick had their gun pressed to the man’s head before he could lower the barrel to aim at Hero again. In the blink of an eye, every officer, security guard, and protector inside the building and outside had surrounded the man, all aiming their chosen weapons to strike should the man so much as twitch. 

“Sorry, friend.” Sidekick giggled. “Just because Hero needs to take a vacation doesn’t mean they’re leaving the city unprotected.”

Sidekick pulled away from the would-be shooter and helped Hero to their feet. They made sure Hero was in good hands, then moved forward to address the audience one last time. “Listen up. You’ve trusted Hero to protect you, right? Well, now you need to learn to trust the people Hero trusts. Hero will never stop saving the city, but they can’t do it alone. I think you can see that now. 

“Hero hand chose everyone in this building to help them keep you safe. They took the time to meet every single officer in the police department and knows them all by name. Hero is our hero, too. Let us do the job we were trusted to do. Let us help Hero. Let us help you.”

The crowd was silent as the officers took the would-be shooter away. There were a few hushed murmurs as Sidekick took Hero back into their arms, but none were loud enough to cover Hero’s gentle chuckle, “I knew you were jealous you didn’t get to make a big speech after the burning building.” Sidekick simply flicked Hero’s nose and helped them back inside. It was about time Sidekick forced them to see the medics.

“Thank you, Sidekick!” A single voice called right before the door closed behind them. The lobby of the building was quiet. Most of the people had rushed outside to protect Hero and were now doing crowd control. 

That was all well enough. It meant no one except Hero saw how the thanks brought tears to Sidekick’s eyes. Even Hero chose not to bring attention to it.

Sidekick didn’t think anyone knew their name.

[joocomics]

i keep talking but this is the last one for now. i haven't had a decent sleep for a week cuz this stupid project i should've started after the prof announced it. i regret it but at least i finished it. another project to do again 🥹 it's neverending with the midterms.

idk if you did this but do you have any thoughts on somno for the members? i think jiseok would be up for this especially with his cockwarming obsession i swear.

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# xdinary heroes + consensual somno

i do cause i can see all of them be open to this! after you talk about trying it sometime all of them would go for it sooner or later

♡ gunil

i see him as a big morning sex type of guy, so he definitely likes waking you up with his cock. fucking first thing in the morning helps him feel refreshed and energised for the rest of the day, and it happens frequently. most likely that’s why one day you tell him there’s no need to always wait for you to wake up, he can just use you to cum and get on with his day

you, wanting him to use you in your most vulnerable state for his own pleasure, the gentle toying with your clit and ass that you’re not even aware of, the surprised gasp you make once you wake up from him reaching your sweet spot - he loves it all, and every time he does it he takes a few clips so he can show you what you missed

♡ jungsu

he loves the idea of turning you on in your sleep. he doesn’t even necessarily feel the need to fuck you, he just wants to worship your body, kiss you up and down and eventually turn you carefully on your back to use his tongue till you start moaning in your sleep

he does it to make the experience fun for you more than for himself. he thinks you’re adorable when you wake up close to cumming from his fingers with your eyelids heavy, your hair messy and your voice deep and raspy from how sleepy you are; he also enjoys the first few seconds of surprise after you open your eyes and you have trouble getting used to the intense rush that he built in your tummy

♡ jiseok/gaon

you are damn right - cockwarming is one of jiseok’s kinks for multiple reasons, and on days when he’s exhausted from work he loves napping with his cock inside you. sometimes you plan it and that’s how you fall asleep together as he spoons you, but sometimes you fall asleep first and he pulls down your shorts to sneak his erection in letting the warmth of your cunt relax him until he drifts off to sleep too (just to wake up fifteen minutes later and start thrusting till he cums)

he also loves it when you wake him up by sucking his tip or straight up bouncing on his cock. he gets really turned on when you don’t shy away from getting what you want. however, you get to do what you wish to him while he’s asleep, but after he wakes up there’s a high chance he’s turning you over and not being vanilla at all

♡ seungmin/o.de

i see him taking more time to do this with you after you have the talk in comparison to other members perhaps. it’s when he catches you having a wet dream the realisation that this is the perfect moment to try it out hits him. he starts by gently brushing his lips over your shoulder as you sleep on one side, your quiet whimpers make his cock twitch, and his mind curious to know if you’re getting wetter from your dream

he ends up loving it cause the way you clench around him while you’re asleep feels even more exciting; the vulnerability and the intimacy of it is another thing that plays a big part of why he finds it hot

he praises you despite knowing you probably won’t hear the compliments until he slides it in

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

i think he prefers you practicing somno on him. he likes being used for your own personal pleasure, and he finds it exciting knowing you can randomly decide to sit on his cock while he’s asleep

he has a good time giving it to you when he wakes up with a morning wood of course, but the thrill of you playing with it as you wish while he’s still dreaming hits different for him. he loves opening his eyes to you already licking up his pre cum, ready to get yourself off by riding him as quick as possible

♡ jooyeon

if you sleep only in oversized t-shirts or nightgowns (with or without panties) there’s no way the thought of somno hasn’t crossed his mind. often when he catches you sleeping on your tummy with your ass exposed he gets the urge to squish it and push himself in. i won’t be surprised if this is some of his favorite type of porn to watch to be quite honest, i see this as a turn on for him

he loves it even more when he’s the one who’s sleeping. as a passionate lover of lazy sex he enjoys himself to the fullest when he can chill and you do the work. that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t tease you or command you after he wakes up from your mouth around his cock though. if you’re going to disrupt his nap you have to be ready to deep throat him until you’re out of breath and he always lets you know that