The Superhero's Significant Other Meme

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The Superhero's Significant Other Meme


You're just an average Joe (or Joanna, as the case may be). You live a normal, unassuming life and go on with your day-to-day business. There is, however, one thing about you that is a little unusual - beside your sparkling personality.

You're dating a superhero.

So, what's in this week's issue? Are you childhood friends come together? Do you actually know your love is that caped crusader? If you do, is it a thorn in your side that you will always come second to the cause? Of course, there's always going to be that annoying time where they try to "protect" you by breaking up with you. Oh joy. Well, at least, how's your sex life? Surely those super powers can make for some interesting bedroom trysts. Maybe after one of them, you can tell your beau that you're a superhero, too.

...but what if your significant other isn't the hero? What if they're the villain?

• Comment with your character, preferences, their position (superhero, significant other, either, etc), and comfort level (ie, no smut).
• Reply to others.

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Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[[The significant other, most likely. Unless you like having a medic/mage for a heroine. Rescue romances would be great.]]

clara oswald ~ doctor who ~ ota

[notacontrolfreak]

[ooc: She's much, much more likely to be the significance other but hey, I'm definitely up for AUing her and making her a superhero of some kind. Open to cross-canon, cross-medium and assumed cr! Both F/M and F/F are a-okay. I'm willing to set the scenario up, just ask!]

[forget_failure]

[ooc: Well, if Clara-the-superhero is interested, I've got this guy. We also wouldn't mind if you'd set up the scene. :0)]

Desmond Miles | Assassin's Creed

[alongline]

[M/F is preferred but open to M/M too. I'm good with Desmond being either the superhero or the significant other (who happens to not be totally normal himself).]

[sovereignheart]

[how would you feel about being SO to a vampire/doppelganger? do you need to be rescued from things that go bump in the night?]

Wanda Maximoff | MCU

[shesweird]

[F/F is preferred, and she's considerably more likely to be the superhero.]

[quicksliver]

[ Just drive by shooting to say I love your username <3 ]

Kamala Khan | Ms Marvel

[newjerseyhero]

[[ooc: she'll be being the superhero, thanks very much!]]

Orihime Inoue | Bleach | F/M

[leekspins]

[Can be either one, honestly! If she's the significant other, let me know if you want her with or without healing powers.]

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow | MCU

[mewling_quim]

[either.]

Daidouji Tomoyo \\ CLAMP \\ OTA

[camcorders]

((DEFINITELY the significant other; this meme was practically made for her. Available in original CCS and Tsubasa Piffleworld AU varieties, just let me know!))

[clowmaster]

(OoC: Care to have a Sakura to fawn over?)

Nagisa Misumi | Futari Wa Precure | OTA

[chocolatestuffed]

[ Very much the hero here; she's part of a magical girl duo. ]

steve rogers • mcu

[divert]

[ the superhero. please no aou spoilers! i can jive with vague things, but nothing big, please. ]

I apologize for the wall of text/backstory. Hope this is okay.

[thewinterslight]

[Promise me. Promise me that when I get home you'll marry me. That we'll do it right.

For 70 some odd years those words haunted Bex. Awake, sleeping, it didn't matter. All it took was the world being a little too quiet and she could hear his voice -- breaking with static as the Valkyrie descended into the ice.

For 70 years she wore a ring around her neck, never once thinking she would get the chance to move it to its proper place. Steve was gone. Despite all his searching, Howard couldn't find him or the wreck.

For 70 years, Bex tried to make a life for herself. To move on without the two people who meant the most to her. Her brother. And the love of her life. For she had been in love with Steve Rogers since she was 14 years old. Shame it had taken them so long to figure it out. She had joined SHIELD along with the other former Commandos; allowed Howard to inject her with the 'Infinity Formula'. For decades, she fought to finish the work they had started in WW2. To insure that organizations like HYDRA never again gain footing in this world (ironic, looking back on everything).

But then the call came. Steve had been found. It didn't...it seemed too good to be true. And yet, there he was.

They hadn't had much time together before the battle of New York. But they had had some. Enough to answer all the whys and the hows and the do you stills that plagued their minds. Enough to get everything out of the way so that once the battle was over, the world was safe...they could begin their life again.

Step one was getting married. A small ceremony. Just close friends (which they still had a surprising amount of).

Step two was moving to DC. Getting a small apartment in Georgetown and transferring both of them to teams down there. Of course, they probably should have built time in there for a honeymoon. Because no sooner had they gotten down there then she was called out of a mission. And when she returned, he was gone. It made the whole unpacking thing rather difficult.

But hey. Here they were. Both on leave. Both home. And now faced with a living room full of boxes that had been sitting there for six months. It seemed an impossible task.]

Well, Cap. Got a battle strategy for this?

Carol Danvers | Marvel | F/M

[cheeseburgermarvel]

[She's the superhero. Open to other superheros or non-powered significant others.]

peggy carter | mcu

[cartering]

[ She's been around heroes but she's a badass all on her own tyvm. ]

claire temple | daredevil

[sutures]

[ whoops forgot to add this. the significant other is the more likely role, but nurses are heroes too. ]

Cisco Ramon | The Flash

[vibess]

[More than likely to be the significant other, but he will fully support all of your asskicking and make you awesome gadgets.]

Yitzhak ★ Hedwig and the Angry Inch | ota

[silentnacht]

[ Definitely the SO, Hedwig's the super hero. He could totally have been a superhero once but not anymore.]

Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA

[tiltheend]

[ooc; surprise me]

[barbedbouquet]

[ This could be interesting if you're interested? Going to guess he is post tws? ]

Wanda Maximoff | MCU - Marvel

[most_hexcellent]

[OOC: Probably the superhero, but could also be the significant other.]

Morgan Coulson | MCU OC | intended for someone, but OTA

[bonsens]

[OOC: Either is lovely.]

intended for meeee?? (sorry not sorry)

[apprised]

Before the wreck, there were a lot of things that Jackson Stark knew. He knew how fucking gorgeous he was--he'd been on the cover of GQ twice already, he knew his parents were the most amazing people in the world, he knew that they were, as a family, pretty much untouchable. His Dad was fucking Iron Man. His mom was the Pepper Potts. He grew up watching them rule the world and he knew there was no force on heaven or earth that was ever going to change that. He knew his father had enemies, but he knew the Avengers and SHIELD were there to keep them away from the rest of the world and he knew that despite a slip up here and there, they always came out on top.

He knew how to walk on two legs.

After the wreck, Jackson Stark only knows two things: falling in love with Morgan Coulson was the best thing he's ever done in his life and he's not going to let whoever it was that put his mother in a coma get away with it. He can't.

With his father at the hospital where he’s been since Jackson and Pepper were admitted, the Malibu house is quieter than Jackson ever remembers it being. The lab is darker and more lonely than he ever expected it to be. There’s an abandoned cane propped against a half-constructed robot in the corner, and there’s a metal brace tangled with a group of other hardware supplies.

Jackson ignores them both as he turns in the rolling chair and uses two “feet” – one flesh and bone and one metal and wiring – to push him from one set of monitors to the other. It’s a prototype, his leg. Built from work he’d done his senior year in college with a professor in neurology and biology, making functioning neuro-paired prosthetics for animals who’d lost a limb, and data he’d taken from Uncle Steve’s weird friend Bucky about his arm. There were still improvements to be made—it wasn’t as seamless as his missing limb, still had to be fucking oiled, are you kidding him, and ached at the joint where he’d attached it with the help of Uncle Bruce and that same professor. But he wasn’t in a fucking wheelchair anymore, and he didn’t have to use the brace, and he could walk. It was, all in all, an improvement. Morgan, god, Morgan, supported him through the entire process. Held his hand. Puts up with cold metal against her warm skin while they sleep, helps massage him when it aches, gets her gorgeous hands covered in oil when he asks for her help and half the time before he even thinks to. Like he said, it’s one of his core truths.

Which brings him to step two of the things he knows these days. The wreck that took his leg and half-killed his mom wasn’t an accident. If he’d been a little less fantastic at driving there wouldn’t even have been bodies to find, not with the two black SUVs that showed up out of no where and chased them for miles before finally succeeding in running tem off the road. His tiny sports car didn’t have a chance. But it wasn’t a fucking accident and he’s not going to let them get away with it, whoever they were. He won’t.

The stats for his father’s first suit are still here. Most of them in New York at the tower are under lock and key and protected from inquiring minds (his), but the Malibu system is controlled by biometrics which aren’t that hard for the son of Tony Stark to hack, and once he’d gotten past JARVIS telling him this was a bad idea (it wasn’t), there they were. Specs for making Iron Man. For becoming a super hero. Jackson doesn’t want to be a super hero, not really. Jackson is, all things considered, a pretty selfish man who has no real stake in saving the world (just ask anyone), but Jackson is also a loyal man and someone has hurt his mother and this is the best way to find out who they are and hurt them back.

He gets to work.

Forty-eight hours later (he can’t call them days, really, because that might imply that he’s slept at some point – and maybe he did, head pillowed on a work table—but mostly he’s just survived on coffee provided by DUM-E and sheer willpower) and he’s got the start of something. It’s metal plates, it’s halfway to a suit and he’s got it hanging from two of his father’s taller robots while he tries to figure out how he’s going to work the whole metal leg into it, except his head has gone kind of fuzzy from the over-stimulation of caffeine and the lack of sleep and he knows the solution is right fucking here but he can’t quite see it, and he’s so lost in the middle of the problem that he doesn’t notice the soft, victorious noise as someone convinces JARVIS to disable the lock on the workshop door, or the sound of footsteps headed his way.

“Come on you fucking piece of shit,” He growls, rubbing at the joint between hip and metal—god, he should have taken his pain meds hours (36 of them, probably) ago—trying to push up from the chair he’s sitting in to engage in a staring contest with his half-finished creation. He gets halfway up before his muscles lock and protest and he has to sit back down with a groan. Fuck. “I’m not stopping until I have you figured out, you know that right?” He’s not entirely sure if he’s talking to the suit or his leg, but they can both take the talking to. “So you might as well just stop making this difficult.”

Natsumi Hikari - Kamen Rider Decade - Open to Anyone

[summerorange]

((Usually the significant other, but can be the hero when necessary))

Right - Ressha Sentai ToQger - OTA

[lunchleader]

((Can be in either the superhero or the significant other.))

Kairi | Kingdom Hearts II | M/F

[paopudestiny]

matt murdock | daredevil

[ergon]

[ pretty self-explanatory ;) ]

ugly gross laughter well this will be a hot mess

[sextings]

[ Connor isn't... dating a villain.

But he sure as hell isn't dating a superhero.

Those sorts of things are in comic books, where you page through, sunken into the couch, and see the inked up man on the page save the day. Everyone lauds him. Everyone praises him. They write about him in newspapers and hold him high, above everyone else. Sometimes he comes from another planet. Sometimes he's suffered many a great loss and learns from vengeance that his path is of a more noble one instead of a purely selfish route. Sometimes, he's just born into it, born knowing he wants to save this small mote of dust in the vastness of this galaxy.

Connor always hated comic books. He guesses that's why he's just dating a guy who toes the line between the two. That murky sort of gray fog you get lost in and sometimes, when you're holding your bundles of morality like sticks in the woods, you drop them one by one along the way. You come back with nothing for kindling. You lose it all.

He's tired. Not of Matt, but of coming in second to a bright and burning city that is consuming itself slowly, steadily, surely. Matt is willing to throw as many life savers as it takes to save everyone. To save the tall buildings that crumble at their foundations. He thinks it's kind of beautiful, really. The dedication. But at the same time he comes in second and he hates it. He's tried not to. Really. It's in his nature, however, to loathe what takes the space before him when he ought to be there. You see, Connor's always been competitive, after all.

Tonight he's working with the old kit again, suturing up a wound on the floor with Matt laying stretched out on the couch with some dirty sheets that have seen better days. They're stained with old blood and Connor tries to get the stains out with his fingers and cold water each and every time, but they always leave themselves tattooed into the fabric. Always making a mess, he tells him, but there's that stupid smile and every time it makes Connor want to fucking punch him in the face.

He'd feel bad for punching a blind guy, but Matt can a) take a punch and b) probably fucking taste his fist before it makes it within three inches of his face. Or is it hear? Feel?

Fuck.

He's gotten used to the sound of the suturing, the flesh slowly pulling together under his gloved hands that are a little slick with blood. ]

Stop moving or I'll stitch it crooked and it'll look ugly-- [ Uglier. But Connor's never cared about the scars. All the same, he's got a finicky image to reproduce to cover up the fact that his breathing is coming down a little too hard. I don't want this city to take you away from me. It doesn't need you like I do. ]

Karen Page | Daredevil | Female for Male

[investigador]