Steve is dusting the weapon's room with a feathered duster while watching the news, when Fatgum appears to be in a fight with a villain named Rappa
Steve*gasps* Mister Fatgum's in trouble!
Dave speeds through the streets of Mansion and back into the city. Cut back to the Villain bar
Villain!Y/n: Hey, have you ever heard of a blob fish?
Dave: A... what?
Villain!Y/n: Check this out!~*shows Dave blob fish on your phone that has a fatgum phone protector theme*How cute is that?~
Dave*Looks at the creature and then back at your unimpressed* Why are you like this?-Look, Bossl, I-*notices Boyfriend*Oh, hey, Stevey!-
Steve huffs heavily as he picks Dave up and over the bar counter
Dave: What the fuck?!-WHAAAAAAWOAAAAH!?
Villain!Y/n: Huh?
Steve zooms off with Dave, Your turns back to your phone
Villain!Y/n: A lot of weird shit happens here...
-----------------------------Back to the Fight---------------------------
Rappa: Someone should really put this thing out of its misery!
Fatgum winces as he is starting to get tired when both He and Rappa hear the sound barrier break in the distance
Steve: We're here, Mister Fatgum!
Steve rushes forward, carrying Dave with a bottle in hand
Steve: Dave, go!
The heroes and secret camera folk idly stare on. Local Henchman Steve knocks out Rappa by throwing Infamous Henchman of Y/n Dave at him, taking him off-screen to the viewer
Rappa: What the--?!
Fatgum*Blinks seeing Steve and smiles*Ah..y-yes thank you steve...
Steve*Giggles and waves him off*Hehehe yes...good job me!-Oh dont worry, Boss, doesn't know you're fighting and been injured, so no worries about them breaking havoc over Japan!
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i got the Bkg one from a fanfiction i was reading once, i don't remember what it's called im srry it was a bit ago. im gonna connect as many of them to the Shie hassaikai as i can
Mimic Mimic loves his daughter, he doesn't involve her in his life or force her to be apart of the Yakuza.
Rappa Rappa's quirk is nothing like Kirishima's (he just basically has no joint in his arm and can spin it around) but the idea of Rappa taking his little brothers son to fighting rings is funny.
Tabe when i looked up how old he was it said he was "21" but im not so sure but i'm gonna believe it for now?? he's too young to be Amajiki's father and i like to think Amajiki's household is not kind (he was over at Mirio's house alot as a kid to get away from a angry mama) Tabe probably left home being older he was outted from his home and then outted from society and Overhaul found him.
Shin nemoto I COULD BE WRONG but i remember it being apart of his backstory that he lost his girlfriend cause he used his quirk on her and found out she didn't actually love him and it broke him and im taking that and pushing it to - they had a kid and he was gonna marry her but it didn't happen like that and she didn't want Shinsou so he had to keep him but he couldn't stand looking at Shinsou and being reminded of his wife so he put him in adoption. but the idea it's self came from @/fandoomerrising first. their quirks being similar i have to make it tragic father son
one of my favourite fic concepts in my drafts is a fic where teen rappa is taken in by kirishima's mum and becomes big bro rappa to eijirou and ends up teaching hand to hand in ua and dating geten somehow 😶
Could I request letter yarrow or zinnia of the yandere flower thing for Rappa? Though he seems more like a 'babe' and not 'darling' type akdjfsk -
Also lily for Overhaul would be SO fitting if you're interested in one for him 👀 thank you!!
cw: Yandere Themes, Mentions / Allusions to Violence / Past Violence, Injury / Injury Imagery, Possessive Behavior, Isolation / Allusions to Isolation, Hinted Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Themes not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader — Read at your own discretion! 18+ Only!
author's note: This is my first request! I hope that you enjoy. It was fun attempting to write Rappa—I enjoyed it! I also did your request for Overhaul, but I will post that fic in a separate post. This was a prompt from "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" and can be found here . REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN—READ TAGS! I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.
PROMPT: Yarrow (Healing): "Let me heal your wounds, darling."
word count: Approximately 1k.
His stare burns into you.
Even though that floppy mask covers his face, drenches his eyes, it’s like they’re present, ever watching. You’ve always kind of felt like that everlasting gaze would just follow you everywhere you go. It would lurk in the backdrop, golden eyes a syrupy mess that was too thick to swim through. But they’re hidden, so you’ll never be able to see what emotions are dancing around before him. All you can do is bare yourself to him, arms outstretched and turned upside down. The flat of your forearms seem to glisten with sweat, with tears, and you have to curl your bottom lip in to bite down.
“What’d ya do to yourself, doll?”
You don’t want to answer him. The truth will get you in trouble, but a lie will get you even more in trouble. There’s not an option that sounds nice, and you swear you see his knuckles turn white. They squint, brighter and brighter, rich diamonds that offer zero security. You wonder how long it’ll take for those diamonds to encrust the wall, to stud strange patterns with each thrust.
He’s waiting for an answer, but his patience isn’t safe.
“I—I… I fell down the stairs.”
That wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the truth. No. What had happened was you managed to slip through the guards posted around this underground base. You had meticulously studied every little twist and all of the alcoves this place offered, tucked it away, and stewed on a plan to escape. Months, it had taken months, and you had finally concocted something that you believed would work. It would have. It would have, but that damn freak in the white lab coat had unlocked that hidden doorway to descend the stairs at the very same time you had begun to ascend. Panic had eaten you alive, electricity that had no ending, and you slipped. Crashing and falling, each right angle had cut into you in ways you’d never known before, rattling your bones, knocking your organs from the inside out. And you know he noticed you, but he hadn’t said a word at the time. But there’s an inkling inside of you that your tumble didn’t stay secret for long.
Kendou doesn’t like your answer.
His fists, clenched, begin to unfurl until they’re long tentacles, stretching, thick, and you’re afraid they’re going to wrap around your throat to snap your neck. He’s never truly hit you. He’s too chivalrous for that—but everyone has a threshold. Everyone has a specific amount of chemicals that can be tossed on the neurons of their brain, birthing through axons and receptors, clicking and clicking before they snap.
“That it? Ya ain’t got nothing else to tell me?”
That lab coat freak snitched on you. There’s fury and rage burning behind your teeth, but you can’t do anything. You can’t even grit your teeth, nothing, but it doesn’t stop the broiling. Why did that freak tell Kendou? The two of them never talk! You’ve never seen them interact. The only people you have ever seen Kendou interact with is that Tengai or the boss of this whole underground lair. You must be shaking, that’s why your vision starts tunneling. There’s no other explanation. You’re spinning, everything is, and you’re trying hard to make sure your feet don’t stumble and sway out from underneath you.
You shakily hum.
“N-No. Nothing at all.”
He’s going to ask why you were so close to the exit, that you know. There’s no excuse in the world that you could conjure that would explain that. Kendou knows that you know that. And now that you’ve failed, forever and ever, you’re sure things are never going to be the same. Whatever little freedoms and trust you’d garnered evaporated, completely gone, and there’s no rewinding that. Kendou is never letting you leave this room again—after all of your hard work. Frustration isn’t even a word that can fully encompass all of the vibrations in your muscles, brewing your marrow, making you so very conscious of your state of being. You’re alive, you can feel it, and you can feel all of the times Kendou’s palms have traced over your flesh, have brought you closer to him, have twisted the locks to your chains. This is it. You’re through.
Kendou exhales, and it’s almost a laugh.
“Right. ‘M not even gonna attempt to argue with you on this. Sit on the bed now, and get rid of all’a the clothes covering where you’re hurt.”
Even though you want to kick and scream, even though you want to throw yourself onto the floor and never move again, even though there are tears threatening to rain in your eyes—you acquiesce. Your legs are trembling whenever you take a step back, and you feel like you’re going to faint whenever you clumsily pivot around. Each thud of your bare foot is a gong in your heart, it makes you shake, makes you ripple like skipping stones in a pond, and you feel like you’re walking straight into your grave. How long will you have to live here? How long will this take? When will you be free? Will you ever be able to climb that stairwell to sanctity? Is there even a sanctity?
The bed takes you well whenever your body fumbles and collapses into an awkward sitting position. You stay there, and your whole body is quaking, and you wonder what Kendou’s going to do. Your hands can barely function, frozen stiff, arthritis a vying snake, but you do what you’re told. Each article of clothing weighs a million, but Kendou’s words weigh a billion.
Kendou’s gone and back in a flash, and he’s carrying what looks like a first aid kit. His fingers ensnare that little box, and you’re so very aware of how big and powerful he really is at this very moment. He sighs, and it’s pissed off, but he doesn’t do anything except speak through a low tone, whispering, hissing,
“Let me heal your wounds, babe. And once I’ve got ya all patched up, I’m going to remind you where you belong.”
An everlasting gaze, and you’re trapped right within its clutches.
