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But they had not a soul they could tell this to. It would've been a step backwards. And Whumpee didn't want to give the impression that they were going backwards.

Just. A fun thought idea.

''Let- fucking- go of me!" The Hero screamed. Their chest burned, limbs aching from exhaustion as they fought against the guards that held them down. Superhero's guards- their boss, and someone Hero had went so far as to consider a friend.

They felt like an idiot for trusting anyone in this damned city.

"Sorry Hero, no can do," Superhero said, voice flat. "You should be proud, you know? Giving yourself up to Villain so gallantly, in return for them discontinuing their operations in the city- I mean, you've singlehandedly saved all of our people, a feat not even I could accomplish."

"Does Sidekick know about this?! What about Other Hero?!"

"They don't need to know. They can't help you," they paused. "Villain never mentioned anything about hurting you, Hero. If that's what you're worried about. They just want you. I guess you are somewhat of a charmer." They smirked, a tilted sneer that made Hero's blood boil. "There's nothing for you here in this city, you said so yourself."

"To hell with that!" They bellowed, pulse drumming in their ears. "I'm your friend! I'm a person- you can't trade people like they're commodities!"

"You are my friend, Hero. That's why I'm giving you a peaceful life in domestic bliss."

"Superhero...please," They searched Superhero's eyes, vision brimming with tears, for a hint of consideration, mercy, anything for the human being in front of them, but all they were met with, was ice-cold indifference.

"Thank you for everything."

"Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?"

Part 1

TW: Depression, wounds/scars

Villain was taking their sweet time in that shower, while Hero tried to make something for dinner with the few things that were left in Villain’s house. Out of anything, the lack of food made it even more clear that Villain hadn’t been taking care of themselves. The counter was dirty, most of the food in the fridge was out of date and some of the things looked like there would be growing mushrooms out of it if it wasn’t thrown away immidiatly. Hero found it a waste of good food, but they could understand that Villain wasn’t in a place to worry about things like that. Eventually Hero ended up making some scrambled eggs with some bread, both of which seemed to be the newest things in the whole kitchen. They would have liked to do more for Villain, but without the time to get some other ingredients there wasn’t much more they could do.

Thank you so much for the request! I hope it’s a bit like you expected (otherwise I can always try to continue it and add more comfort). I’m a bit stressed and anxious the last few weeks, but I’m okay, thanks for asking. I hope you like the story :) TW: Hyperventilation, a bit of negative thinking/self talk (poor selfcare)

It wasn’t the first time that hero stumbled upon villain during one of their shifts, fighting them and preventing them from committing crimes. But tonight was different, as they found villain laying on the rooftop with their arms under their head, staring at the sky. They looked like they were close to falling asleep and they didn’t even react when hero came closer. “You know, lying on a roof in your costume, listening to music, isn’t the safest thing for you to do,” hero said. Villain opened an eye and turned their head to the side to see hero standing beside them. They turned their gaze back to the stars, shining above them. “What else am I supposed to do? Walk over the roves in my civilian clothes?” It was meant as a sarcastic comment, but something in their voice made hero think they weren’t as snappy as normal. They were actually pretty quiet for their doing, like they had been for the last few weeks. Villain sighed and took their earplugs out. “What do you want, hero?” “I don’t even know to be honest. I guess I just wanted to check up on you. You seem so different the last few weeks.” Villain rolled their eyes. “And you thought I would talk to a hero like you? Even helping the villains now, aren’t we?” They sat up and got to their feet. “Sorry hero, but I’m a lone wolf. Not interested in sappy talks.” They walked away, shaking their head for a short moment. Hero watched them, noticing villain was totally off guard and probably not able to focus much on what they were doing. Even though their shoulders were tensed like they were on high alert. It was the rest of their behavior that made hero worried, like reacting really late on sounds or not seeming focused during fights and taking hits they would normally easily have dodged. Whatever it was that was bothering them, it was affecting their behavior. Hero couldn’t even remember the last time villain had been so… quiet? Hero had even noticed the sadness in their eyes, the tiredness. Would they even care if hero had warned the police instead of letting them go like this? “Villain, wait!” Villain sighed again but stayed where they were. Normally they would just have kept walking. “What?!” they asked, annoyance shimmering through their voice. “If you wanted to arrest me you would already have done it. Just leave me be.” “I just wanted to let you know that I’m here if you need anything, okay?” hero said. “Just know that whatever it is that is bothering you, I am here to help.” Villain stayed quiet for a long moment. They turned their head to look at hero for a second, opened their mouth as if they wanted to say something, but closed it without making a sound. They shrugged and huffed. “As if I need a hero to help me. I’m fine.” With those words still hanging in the air, villain left, leaving hero wondering whether or not they should have done more.

Something happened to the royal (or high ranking person), maybe they were killed, maybe it was accident, maybe they were just really badly injured and won't wake up.

Nobody else was there, except their friend. But their friend is nowhere near the rank of the royal (maybe they're a servant).

And they try to tell people what really happened, but nobody believes them. They just get blamed and will receive punishment.

So they were desperately trying to help/save their friend, only to be found and dragged away, hurt and chained. Now they're on their knees in front of the king/queen, covered in their friend's blood, nearly in shock and griefing, desperately trying to explain themselves in front of all these powerful, angry people. Their tears and shaking voice do not help in getting their story straight.

And she ofcourse hates him, well kind of cause he's really REALLY damn sweet to her like if he finds out she likes smth he'd leaves 100 of those in her apartment. And he like leaves little stuff for her n yk n checks up on her. And he actually listens to her and is also HAWT

And he keeps asking her on just one date n she finally FINALLY agrees to a date

And the date is ofc nice asf n he's hella sweet (he almost died when he saw her cause she looked majestic) gentleman energy (we also love making our villains stupid rich hehe).

And she lwk had a nice time n when he drops her off she gives him the tiniest shyest kiss ever n bolts to her apartment door. N when I tell u tes FERAL.

(Totally won't mind if this turns into a series)

Thank you for reading this lol <3

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Ough the vision this gives me

"Why dont we go out sometime?"

"No."

"I was wondering if you were busy Thursday?"

"If its you asking, yes I am."

"Would you like to go out with me?"

"No."

"There's this new restaurant down by–"

"–No."

"I might not blow up the bank if you'd agree to dinner."

"No."

It seemed like the word "no" was all Supervillain ever heard from Hero's lips. Y'know, the lips he craved, the ones he spent hours wondering what they tasted like, how soft they were?

But it was always no. No. No. No. It was killing him. He tried everything in the book too! Flowers just because, the pastry she ordered from the local cafe every morning (how he obtained this information was DEFINITELY in agreement with the law), cards in the mail for her birthday, hell, he even broke into her apartment to fix the leaky sink! And it was still a no!

Months and months of this and he realized he'd have to be a lot smarter. He kept asking her everyday, whether it was a text, running into her on the street, breaking into her office. She had to be thoroughly annoyed with the question. He made sure he caused a big mess in the city to wear her out an fray her nerves before meeting her in her apartment when she came home right before the sun rose again.

"So," he purred from her armchair, the thought of how annoyingly delicious he looked lounging in the early morning shadows definitely never crossed Hero's mind, "about our earlier discussion–"

"Will you leave me alone if i say yes?"

"Well, I certainly won't have to ask you anymore."

She sighed and rubbed her temple, "fine. Now out. I want to sleep for 16 hours straight." She waved her hands like she was shooing a raccoon from a trashcan.

"Alright, alright, so, dinner, 7pm on Friday? Wear something nice?"

"Fine, whatever."

And of course, when Friday came, there was absolutely no meaning behind the five hours she had stressed over what to wear and how to do her hair.

But, when Supervillain finally arrived to pick her up, her efforts were not in vain. His heart genuinely skipped a beat and he had to pick his jaw up from the floor. He stumbled over his hellos and how are yous before leading her to his car and opening the door for her.

"I'm sure this car was obtained with legal money that you got from a reputable career after paying taxes, right?"

He looked at her like she was crazy from the driver's seat, "Well, yeah, what else would I do? Rob the bank on 1st Street?"

"Oh, you would never do such a thing."

He took her to an expensive restaurant, the kind she had never been to and could hardly tell what anything on the menu was. He was nice enough, almost polite, but she would never go as far to say he was a gentleman.

He wore the proper attire, and that's all Hero would say on paper. She'd never say anything about the way the black silk dress shirt stretched across his solid chest, tucked in nicely to a pair of slacks that made her think about the muscles of his thighs, the gold watch on his wrists that drew her eyes to linger on his fingers like an art student analyzing a Renaissance painting.

She'd never even think of that.

But then the real issue came: he made her laugh. Not just a little giggle, a laugh. When was the last time she even did that? It was over something stupid, too. The whole way back to her apartment she could barely even remember what made the joke funny, (they'd accidentally stayed until the restaurant closed and all the guests had left).

Maybe then, it was the distraction that made her do it. Maybe her mind was elsewhere, she clearly wasn't thinking and it just happened. But when she got out of the car and he walked her back up to her apartment to make sure she was safe, they exchanged a few words, and perhaps the devil himself had possessed her, and she was leaning in, her lips pressing warm on his cheek.

Her face got even warmer and she flinched back away from him (in disgust obviously), "Shit, uh, goodnight." The door slammed behind her.

it's late at night. whumpee came to them clearly mortified, barely able to get the words out. they stumbled through explaining what's going on, and when caretaker tried to lighten the mood, things just got so much worse. it should have worked... whumpee would have laughed at that, would have been relieved that caretaker was being cool about it, but not this time. this time it made their whole body convulse and the shame increase until it nearly took them to the floor.

caretaker wanted to crack a joke, poke a little fun, and then they'd make a plan together. caretaker would take whumpee somewhere they could get checked out, get treated. would help them get past this bump in the road, maybe work through why it took them so long to say something, why they let it get this bad before they asked for help or told anyone.

but that's not... that's not what's happened. it should have worked. they know whumpee, it should have worked. it didn't.

"hey," caretaker says. they sit up straighter, squint at whumpee. they're tired, it's the middle of the night, but they can tell something is going on here. something's wrong. more than just... something is wrong. this is about more than an infection that whumpee is ashamed to talk about, this is... there has been something wrong lately. they've noticed. and now this, and- "whumpee, did... did something happen?"

whumpee's body shudders again. their shoulders hunch and they crumple, their face pressing into their hands. "yeah," they admit, through a heaving breath, almost a sob. "yeah, i- i was-"

June of Doom No.3

"Give me another chance." | Trapped | Misunderstanding | Deception

CW: noncon touch (non-sexual), intimate/obsessive villain, injury, threats, established history between characters

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There was nowhere left to run; the alley ended in brick, and Villain blocked the exit with infuriating ease.

“Go on,” Villain said, spreading their arms slightly and smiling mockingly. “Try.”

The bait was obvious. They both knew it. 

Hero still lunged sideways anyway.

Villain's arm snaked around their waist before they'd made it two steps, dragging them effortlessly back into reach. A harsh shove next and Hero was sent crashing into the brick wall hard enough for stars to burst across their vision.

Bonus points if he’s kneeling next to his boss.

Bonus bonus points if he’s weaker than his boss so the entire thing of him getting on his knees is just to humiliate him.

They weren’t even the one who got the worst of it. What is wrong with them, that they’d sit there and relive their friend’s worst moments like that?

character a is pacing, their mouth set in a hard line. It’s been hours since character disappeared- but surely they’re fine. They can handle themselves. They’ll be alright. Right?

suddenly, there’s a noise from outside. Character a turns around and sees character c getting out of/off a car, horse, or whatever, holding someone wrapped in a blanket. Character a’s heart drops into their stomach. No.

character a runs outside and character c calls them. “Character a! They’re alive! They’re hurt-“

character a’s world narrows down to the person in character c’s arms. Character c pushes the cold, still bundle into character a’s arms. Character a tucks character b under their chin, rocking them slightly.

Character b opens their eyes. “…character a?” They whisper. “Cold…”

“I know, kid. I know. You’re home, you hear me? You’re alright.” Character a says.

character c puts their hand on character A’s arm. “I’m sorry, but we need to get them help.”

Maybe whumpee got hurt because of them or even protecting them.

Maybe they were in the same situation as whumpee and blame themselves for not risking their life as whumpee did.

Maybe they believe they have to hide something important from whumpee because bad news won’t help their recovery.

Maybe they are secretly in love with whumpee and touching them while they’re hurt feels like taking advantage of them.