Yandere police officer? The kind of guy to go overboard with his power
Sorry, it's more platonic than parental. Had a hard time with this one, but I wanted to get it out!
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Yandere Police Officer! who hears your statement that you gave the station about your home being broken into. He can’t help but feel protective of you. How can you have experienced this, and they can’t do anything about it?
Yandere Police Officer! who watches over your home during the night, searching for you in the system, learning everything he can about you.
Yandere Police Officer! who follows you, even when he’s on the clock. He uses almost any resource that he can, eliminating any chance for you to get into danger.
Yandere Police Officer! who eventually figures out who broke into your place. He follows them for a short time, hoping you’d understand this is for the greater good for now.
Yandere Police Officer! who breaks into the evidence room, taking a bag to plant on the guy. He will learn not to mess with his kid anymore.
Yandere Police Officer! who wants to have contact with you. He comes back to your place when he knows you are free, dressed up with all of his gear. He claims that he is here for a mandatory check-up. After he hears how you are, he tells you about a camera system that the station recommends to get.
Yandere Police Officer! who waits for the camera system to be up. He hacks into the system, thanks to his friend, promising him he won’t tell a soul about his secret.
Yandere Police Officer! who now watches you while he’s away from your house. It feels like the best of both worlds to him. He can watch you, knowing that you are safe, and be productive at other things.
𝗡𝗮𝗽𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀
𝗙𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝗱 & 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
Originally I was going to have this go a completely different route which focused on abandonment issues as a foster kid, but my brain took over
Mornings always felt a little bit too loud.
Cabinets banging, toast burning, the old radio playing something tinny and cheerful that didn’t match the quiet ache sitting just under the ribs. You kept your hood up, your arms folded, slouched in the kitchen chair like it owed you money.
Across from you, he was always moving—pouring coffee with one hand, buttering toast with the other, half-dressed for work and muttering about the time. The sleeves of his button-up were rolled past his elbows, and his tie was crooked. He didn’t notice. He never did.
You didn’t say much in the mornings. He didn’t push.
Instead, every day, he slid a lunchbox across the counter to you like a peace offering. It always held the same things: a peanut butter sandwich (cut diagonally, thank god), a sad little apple, and a napkin.
A folded napkin with something scribbled on it in blue pen.
Sometimes a joke.
Sometimes a doodle.
Once it was just a sentence: “Saw a crow today. Thought of you. In a cool way.”
You never reacted. Never gave him the satisfaction of a laugh or even a glance. But you kept them anyway. Stuffed into the bottom of your backpack like lint. Some crumpled. Some flattened out and re-folded.
You didn’t know why.
One morning, he was clearly running late. The house smelled like burnt toast, and he was hopping on one foot while trying to tie his shoe. You grabbed your backpack from the chair and paused at the door.
“Did you…” You stopped, tried again. “The napkin?”
He froze, looked at you blankly for a second. Then: “Oh. No—I forgot. Sorry, kiddo.”
You shrugged. Or tried to. “Whatever. I don’t care.”
You slammed the door behind you anyway.
Lunch felt weird that day. You opened the box and stared at it like something was missing. Sandwich. Apple. No napkin.
No dumb drawing. No joke about penguins. No weird fact about how bananas are berries and strawberries aren’t.
Just… nothing.
You didn’t eat.
That night, he found you curled up sideways on the couch, staring at your phone but not really seeing it. He handed you a mug of cocoa with marshmallows. You took it without looking.
He sat on the other end of the couch. Hesitant. Careful.
“So, uh… forgot the napkin today.”
You didn’t respond, just nodding simply as you scrolled.
He blinked a bit, slightly surprised at how upset you seemed. “Didn’t think you cared too much for them.”
You shrugged, a little slow as your voice grumbled quietly. “They’re just.. dumb jokes...”
He nodded, bringing his hand up to gently run his hands through your hair. “You know...I only started doing it because I didn’t know what else to do, ...you didn’t talk too much when you moved in. I figured…” He trailed off. “It was something at least...”
You tugged your hoodie down over your face, pushing his hand away in embarrassment
A long pause passed between you. You didn’t know how to say it—that you’d kept all of them. That when things felt too big or too heavy, you’d dig through your bag just to unfold one and stare at it until you felt normal again.
So instead, you mumbled: “I didn’t say I hated them.”
He smiled, just a little. “Got it. Dumb jokes are back on the menu.”
The next day, the napkin said:
“If I had a dollar for every time you pretended not to laugh at one of these, I’d be able to buy a mansion.”
You rolled your eyes. Folded it once. Slipped it into your pocket.
You might have smiled. You’ll never admit it.
From then on, the napkins came back like normal, with a new kind of intensity in them
One day it was just a drawing of two stick figures: one with a hoodie, arms crossed, standing next to a taller one with wild hair labeled “Me (Your Awesome Dad).” A speech bubble saying:
"I love you coolcat."
You almost cried at lunch.
You told yourself it was just because of the onions in your sandwich.
(that doesn't even make sense..)
One night, you found him asleep at the kitchen table. Papers strewn everywhere. Bills. Some work stuff. You ignored the papers that said adoption in bold black ink. His head was resting on one arm, the other still holding a pen.
You crept forward quietly. Picked up the unfinished napkin.
It just said:
"Not sure what to write today. Just… hope you’re okay."
You stared at it for a long time. Then carefully, you picked up the pen.
Underneath his writing, in small blocky letters, you added:
“I’m trying.”
You folded it. Left it there for him to find in the morning.
He never said anything about it. But the next day, your napkin said:
“Trying counts. Proud of you.”
You kept that one in your pocket all day.
It didn’t go in the backpack. That one stayed close.
Sometimes it still gets loud in your head. Sometimes you still flinch at raised voices. Still freeze when someone says your name too sharply.
But there’s cocoa waiting on cold nights. Sandwiches cut diagonally. A couch that sinks just right when you curl up in the corner.
And there’s always a napkin waiting in your lunchbox. Folded, doodled on, sometimes ridiculous. But always there.
You still act like you don’t care.
But he still writes them anyway.
Knowing full well that all of his little notes are being kept safe in the bottom of your bag.
Both Hero and Supervillain sighed this time. Hero looked outside the window, watching houses and trees pass by. The humming of the train would have been soothing, if not for the whining Villain on their ear.
“I said this plan is stup-”
“We heard you the first time.” Hero snapped. They admit, it wasn’t their smartest plan. But it was the only plan they’d got. Supervillain’s eyes shifted from the young supers sitting in front of them, to the view outside. At first glance they seemed bored, but Hero noticed their hand clenching and unclenching on their lap. The hero couldn’t blame them, they were worried too, but for different reasons.
Leaving their post was… well, not allowed is a nice way to say it. It’s not like their city wasn’t in safe hands, the hero trusted their partner to cover for them and keep the citizens unharmed. It was the fact that they didn’t know when they’d be back. Or if they’d even come back alive. If their enemy had managed to kidnap Superhero, then the hero was, to put it lightly, fucked.
Beside them, the villain sagged on Hero’s shoulder. “HeroHeroHero. Talk to me.” Hero only sighed.
“Villain, I think even you can understand that I’m in a very delicate situation here.”
“Oh, please. They’re not your secret lover.”
Out of the corner of their eye, Hero noticed Supervillain’s hand clench. “They’re my mentor. And you have no right-”
The train suddenly clinked and slowed down, before it came to a sudden halt. People in their car exclaimed in confusion and the villain, for some reason, lay on Hero’s lap.
“…What are you doing?”
“Obviously I fell.”
“Oh, get up!” The audacity! The stop wasn’t that sudden! Hero tried to push the villain’s head away, but the little shit was stuck to them like glue. “Hey! Would you just-! Get. Off.”
“Can’t. I have fallen.”
Supervillain gave a long exasperated sigh and checked his phone.
“Villain, I’m so fucking serious, if you don’t get off…”
“Oh my, is this how you comfort traumatized civilians, my dear?” Villain gave the hero an impish smile before pressing their head against Hero’s stomach and hugging their waist. “I know you can do better.”
Hero couldn’t tell if their face was hot because of their anger or because they were flustered. They’d rather not know anyway. “You are hardly traumatized-”
“But the train accident…”
“There was no accident!”
A few people in their car gave them a look at the noise, before averting their eyes away when they saw Supervillain’s glare. Hero felt their ears go red in embarrassment and kept their mouth shut. Villain smiled against their stomach.
The train stayed in place for a minute. Then two. Then five. People were getting impatient, the three supers included. After ten minutes passed, the speakers chimed.
“Attention passengers! We do apologize for the delay, but it appears a few cows are blocking the path. Seeing as we can’t just run them over, our staff is doing their best to get them off track. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.”
There were sighs of annoyance and some giggles around the super trio. Hero wanted to sigh in frustration as well, but the thought of train conductors trying to herd cows off the tracks brought an unwanted smile on their face.
“I saw that.” Villain said from below.
Hero frowned, the smile gone. “Get up.”
“Fine, fine.” Their nemesis got off and stretched their arms. Hero glanced at Supervillain, who had a worried look on their face.
“I’m sure it won’t take long.” They said, unhelpfully.
Supervillain just gave them a tired look. “Whatever you say, kid.”
Far away from them, Superhero was doing their best to hold on. They couldn’t help but shiver, and the hero could tell that they were getting tired, weaker. Their powers wouldn’t protect them for long. They let out a short huff and they could see their breath leaving from their body in a puff of white smoke. Yeah, no, that wasn’t good.
The door opened with a loud clank and in came Rogue, hands in their pockets. “Well?”
Superhero wheezed a laugh. “Well… what.”
The other frowned. “Are you going to give us what we want?”
“Heh, piss off.”
“Are you going to surrender?”
“What do you think?” The hero winked.
“For the sake of our friendship, Superhero, I’m going to give you one last chance.” They approached and rested one hand gently on the hero’s shoulder. Superhero almost leaned at the warmth. “Just give him what he wants.” Rogue’s voice was softer. “It’ll be way easier.”
Superhero let out a few breaths of smoke before answering. “You know damn well I won’t do that.”
“…Fine.” Rogue retracted their hand. “Have it your way.” They sighed in disappointment as they started circling the hero as a shark circles its prey. “My boss is a resourceful, practical man, Superhero, and both he and I have decided that you’re too valuable to just discard and throw away.”
Superhero cranked their neck to meet Rogue’s gaze. “Spare me the speech and get to the point.”
“I’m getting there.” Rogue forcefully turned Superhero’s head forward. The hero gritted their teeth. They thought their neck snapped at the speed. “His idea was to keep you here for however long it takes, but I’ve managed to convince him that you won’t be telling anything useful anytime soon. So we’ve decided to make some use out of you another way.”
The hero ignored the chill up their spine. It was probably because of the temperature anyway. “Oh? On a time limit, I see.”
The rogue continued. “How much do you know about the Slaughter Drug?” They stopped circling and bent down on one knee in front of the hero.
Superhero frowned. Everybody knew about that drug. It was originally supposed to speed up the healing process, however it had some major side effects. The hero didn’t remember the details, having it been so long ago, fifteen years since its production was shut down. But they did remember how the drug activated the fight or flight response and the aggressiveness of the drugged person, causing them to lash out and even kill everything on sight. People affected by this drug acted more like animals than human and it seemed that they had no awareness of their actual surroundings at all. They just needed to destroy everything on sight, according to the interviews done with the supers on rehab. Hence, the name.
The hero also remembered where the drug came from. “Everything.” And they had a nasty feeling that the rogue’s boss had somehow found out too.
Rogue hummed. “Really? I thought those drugs weren’t on your division. Anyways,” they cupped Superhero’s face gently with one hand, “my boss had the decency to tell me its main component. You remember your old nemesis, don’t you?” Yeah, the hero wasn’t surprised at this turn of events. Anyone could find out just by looking and smelling the thing. The real problem was, how did Rogue’s boss get his hands on the drug?
“Turns out, it was their blood all along!” Rogue’s tone was cheery and the hero felt their head throb at the volume. “Well, on hindsight, I guess it isn’t that big of a discovery. Everyone knew of that creep’s fast-healing.” They stood up and Superhero bit their tongue, refraining from saying anything stupid.
Then Rogue stood up and retracted something from their pocket. A small vial. Full of a dark red liquid in it. Superhero felt their blood run cold. “Where did you get that?”
“That information is classified.” The rogue moved behind them and grabbed Superhero’s hair by the roots, angling their face upwards. “This isn’t the real Slaughter Drug, though. It just has the same main element as it.”
“Where the fuck did you get it? And let me go!” Superhero struggled, but their body was so cold and frozen up that all they managed to do was crane their neck even higher. Rouge let go of their hair and held them by their jaw, squishing their cheeks.
“Woah! All riled up, huh?” Rouge laughed. “Good. By the way, you’re supposed to thank me. Boss wanted to give you this by syringe.” They uncapped the vial with their teeth and spat the cap on the floor. “But I told him you’d struggle too much for that, and we don’t want anything to go to waste."
Superhero snarled, trying and failing to pull their head out of the rogue’s grip. “No. No, no, wait. Rogue. Wait!”
“Say ahh…”
“No! Wai-mmph!” The hero clamped their mouth shut just as the vial connected with their lips. They felt the tickling sensation of a few drops dripping on their skin and down to their neck as Rogue tried to press the liquid inside of their mouth.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake… What.” Rogue sighed in annoyance and put the vial away for a moment. Odd, Superhero thought, looks like they really don’t want to waste the stuff… They still kept their mouth shut, and the rogue let go of their face and put the bottle down by the hero’s feet. “There. Now, talk. Seems like you have something important to say.”
Superhero waited until the other stood up and crossed their arms over their chest. They slowly opened their mouth and licked their dry lips. “Rogue, you…” they started, their voice hoarse, “you can’t give me that. You’re smart. You know what I’m capable of.”
“Oh, I know. We know. Why do you think we’re giving it to you?” Rogue scoffed.
The superhero’s jaw dropped. “A-Are you insane?! I’ll burn everything in my way! You included!” The fiery hero’s breath hitched when they felt fingers enter their mouth and press their tongue down.
“I understand, Superhero, I’m not stupid. But like I said, this isn’t a Slaughter Drug.” Rogue bent down and to the hero’s horror grabbed the vial. They started to struggle. “It’s a mind control drug.”
As the rogue kept their mouth open with an alarming amount of strength, Superhero tried one last desperate attempt to be let go. They bit down on Rogue’s fingers. Hard.
“Ow! FUCK!” They dropped the vial and it shattered on the ground with a loud clatter. At the sound Superhero opened their mouth. Rogue pulled their hand out, looking at their shaking hand in horror and fury. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Did you think I’d actually let you do that to me, you little prick.” Superhero snickered, panting slightly. “Looks like we were both wrong. You are stupid.”
Rogue mumbled something Superhero didn’t catch. They took the glove off of their bitten hand, inspecting their fingers. They stared at it in disbelief, before erupting into a maniacal laugh. “My god, you really are something!” They walked slowly towards the superhero. “I was wearing gloves, and you still managed to leave bite marks. I mean, wow!”
Superhero tensed up when their captor stood behind them and put their hands on their shoulders. “I have way more fight in me than you imagine.”
“Heh.” They heard Rogue shuffle as they took one hand away from their shoulder. More shuffling and something popping. Before the hero could ask, they felt something press against their neck. Their gut sank. “You really should’ve just thanked me and went with the drink.”
“No!” Superhero nearly jumped out of their seat, but the rogue was quicker. They grabbed a fistful of the super’s hair and held their head back, their neck exposed. “Don’t!”
“Stay still. I don’t want to make a mess.”
“N-No, Rogue! No!” Their used to be friend was rougher than before. Superhero could barely move. All they could do was struggle and tremble as they felt the vial liquid entering their body. “Stop!”
They begged until they couldn’t even protest anymore. Their voice cracked slightly and their whole muscles tensed up. They could feel the drug in their veins, the liquid so cold and hot at the same time that all the hero could feel was pain. Rogue all but threw their head back, letting them go. The hero let out a small painful groan.
“Don’t fight it. It’ll only hurt more.” Rogue’s voice was so far away. “I didn’t want it to come to this, Superhero. But we did have to find use of you somehow.” The pain was too much. Superhero wished that their throat wasn’t closed up so they could scream. Distantly, they felt water coming out of their eyes. “And making you our mindless killing machine seemed a wonderful idea at the time.”
“N..n-no…” Superhero managed to beg.
Rogue just sighed and cupped their face again. “I do hope you do not disappoint, Superhero.” And they let go.
The hero fought, of course they did. But then the lights were too bright, the rogue’s whispering voice too loud, the crushing ache on their body too much. They couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t feel, they felt everything. They wanted to laugh, they wanted to cry, they wanted to laugh, they wanted to scream, they wanted to scream, they wanted to scream, scream, scream! But they were paralyzed and they couldn't move, so they had to shout for help but they couldn’t even beg with all the sand in their mouth and the salt in their eyes and the cold in their bones. Oh, God, not the cold. It was so cold, so so cold. Superhero wasn’t supposed to be this cold.
They were dying. They were dying and they weren’t dying in Supervillain’s arms. This was wrong. This was wrong they were cold and dying and alone and hurt and cold and Supervillain wasn’t there oh God Supervillain wasn’t there and they were cold and dying and alone and where was Supervillain and-
“Do you want it to stop?” A man’s voice. Echoing in their head.
“s…s…st…”
“I can make it stop.” The man offered and the hero gasped with hope.
“stop… no..wait, I…”
“You just have to do everything I say.”
“please…”
“And forget everything you are.”
“I…”
“Can you do that for me?”
Oh, the voice was warm. So warm. Supervillain. They were warm and with Supervillain. Everything was… “Okay.”
“Good.”
“What…?” Cold. They were cold again. Something was wrong. Supervillain wasn’t here. They were alone. And cold. “Wait, wait!” And gone.
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Sigh, I’m going to regret this. Winged hero who gets their wings clipped? The gift of flight taken away? Maybe with a villain offering to give it back to them if they put aside their morals and join them?
“Oh,” the hero whispered. It wasn’t a conscious thing. It just…came out. “Oh, god.”
Their wings—
Their wings were—
The Agency—
It was for the hero’s own good, they had said. They needed to learn to fight without them. They relied on them too much, and what if a villain was the one to clip them? What then?
But no villain had ever clipped them, the hero had wanted to say. It’s just you. You clipped them. You clipped my wings you clipped my wings my wings my—
The hero had not said that. They hadn’t said much of anything, really, through the blur of panic and eyes so wide they dried with pain and a continual thrumming need to flee.
It was worse than being blind. The hero had been blinded, before, temporarily, before they had gotten a magic user to reverse it. This was worse. This was standing on the edge of the cliff with no way to back up. This was listening for your own heartbeat and not finding it. Worse, not recognizing it.
Touching the front door of your home and not recognizing the feel of it.
The villain found them sobbing, quiet, wings tucked up around themself, clipped and hurt and clipped, on the highest skyscraper they could find.
The hero had had to use the elevator. Waiting for it, hands shaking and breaths quick, had made them contemplate the edge of the roof. The slow climb, dinging between floors, had made them flinch, every time.
And it was an overreaction. Childish and stupid and the hero knew better. They knew this was for their own good. Could see it, now, because if this was the way they reacted to their wings being clipped, the Agency had a point.
It hadn’t even hurt, and they were this much of a mess?
The villain stopped next to them, boots scuffed. The hero could feel them peering down at them.
“Are you planning to jump?”
There wasn’t any malice to it, no mocking tone or cruelty. Just a question. An, am I going to have to stop you? For some reason, it made the hero’s eyes water more, traitorously.
They pressed their cheek into their knee.
“No.”
The villain hummed, still looking down on the hero. Their gaze felt heavy, a blanket smothering over them.
Everything felt heavy. Earth tied. Grounded.
Was this how everyone else felt, all of the time?
“But you’re up here anyways.”
“Yeah,” the hero said, bland. “So what? I can’t sit on a rooftop, now? Do you own all of them?”
“You can sit anywhere you like,” the villain said mildly. “As you generally do. Normally, though, you can fly.”
The hero choked on nothing. The traitorous air, maybe, that no longer would hold them. That acted a stranger on the street, to them. That didn’t whisper like it should.
They coughed, once, vision blurring, and then they were pressing their face as hard as they could into their knees, because they couldn’t get enough air—
“Hero,” the villain said. “You’re alright. Breathe.”
The hero gasped again, ragged and wet.
“Breathe,” the villain prodded again. They reached out, maybe just to steady the hero, a hand on their back, and the hero flinched, jerkily, away.
The villain stilled, hand outstretched between them. The hero stared back at them, wide-eyed and breathless.
It was stupid, because the hero knew, logically, that the villain wouldn’t hurt them. Couldn’t, because there wasn’t anything to clip anything more, nothing left to steal, but they had reached for their wings and the hero—
The hero couldn’t quite…handle that, right now.
“Okay,” the villain said, slow, gentle. Like the hero was a frightened animal. Maybe they were. That’s what humans are. Animals. And sometimes the hero felt even more tilted to the side of ferality and freedom and sky and unyielding urge to run than they did to that of humanity.
Was that all they were, summed down? A frightened, wounded thing? Caught?
“I won’t touch your wings,” the villain continued, still soft. “I promise.”
“It’s fine,” the hero croaked. “It doesn’t—it doesn’t matter. I don’t mind.”
“You’re allowed to mind,” the villain corrected, and the hero couldn’t deal with that, right now.
“Why are you here.”
The villain watched them, for a moment, still crouched down, forearms resting on their knees. Their jaw worked.
“You took the elevator,” they said carefully.
The hero had to try very hard not to begin crying again.
“Yeah,” the hero said. “It’s. Um. I took the elevator.”
The villain’s brow furrowed, briefly, almost too fast for the hero to catch.
If they were any more human, they wouldn’t have.
“I get the sense it wasn’t really a choice.”
The hero looked away.
“They didn’t force me,” the hero said, voice watery. When they glanced back at the villain, they were staring at the hero’s wrists. At the bruises, purpling, encircled around them.
The hero tucked them between their knees and stomach, pressing into their shirt, and said nothing.
“I don’t believe you,” the villain said simply.
The hero scoffed. It did nothing to cover the shake of their next breath as it left their mouth. Fragile and trembling.
“It’s for my own good,” the hero said, and when the villain had nothing to offer, “it’s training.”
“Training for what? Torture?”
“It’s not torture,” the hero protested, voice a little too sharp. “It’s just—I rely on them too much. I need to learn.”
“Do you?” The villain raised a brow, voice steady. “Because I don’t think there’s anyone, not even me, who could catch you unaware enough to clip your wings. They’d have to basically kill you, I reckon. The only people who could do this to you are people you didn’t think you were allowed to fight.”
The villain paused, considering, “and even then, I don’t think you made it easy on them.”
“It could happen,” the hero protested, weak. “The Agency has their reasons. They’d never hurt me just to hurt me. They’re not like that. They’re the good guys. I’m—they’re just making sure I can keep doing good. That’s all.”
“They held you down,” the villain said bluntly, and the hero flinched back further. “And they took something from you. How good does that sound? If you found someone on the street, and they said someone had held them down and clipped their wings, what would you say to them? Would you say whoever did it had their reasons? That it was probably for their own good. Come on, hero, you can’t—“
“Stop it,” the hero snapped. It came out more like a sob. “They had a good reason, okay? They have to have had one. They had to, to—to clip my—it was a good reason.”
The villain said nothing. Just watched, as the hero began to cry again.
“They had a reason,” the hero said again. “Right? They didn’t just do it to hurt me.”
“I think they did,” the villain said. There was something angry rising in their eyes. Something unfaltering. “I think you’ve been getting too powerful, too self contained, for their liking, and I think they wanted to remind you how badly they could hurt you. I think they wanted to hurt you so badly that you would never argue with them again.”
“I would have never betrayed them,” the hero said, small. “I would never. I wouldn’t have—“
“I know,” the villain assured. “You’re not like that. Not like me. But they wanted to scare you, so they did.”
The hero shook their head, because that—that was bad. That was wretched. There wasn’t anything redeemable, in that, nothing excusable.
The Agency had hurt them to hurt them. And their wings—
Their wings.
The hero stifled another sob into their fist.
“It’s fine,” they said. They weren’t sure who they were saying it to. Maybe they were saying it just to say it.
They realized, abruptly, that they wanted their mom.
“They’ll grow back.”
“Will they?”
“I did the math,” the hero said. And they had. They had needed it, the cold of the equation, the hard fact. They had needed to know how long they would have to stumble, grounded, before they could return to their homeland. The results hadn’t been as soothing as they had hoped. “Eighteen months.”
The villain winced. “Ah.”
The hero shuddered, wings tucking closer around them.
“It’s not that long. I’ll be okay.”
“I don’t think you will be,” the villain said honestly.
The hero, truly, wished the villain would just fight them. Try to stab them, or send power sneaking across the concrete towards them, sly and mean.
Throw them off the roof.
Just. Something, other than staring at them like they knew exactly how much the hero had lost.
“I think this is going to kill you.”
The hero turned their gaze starwards. They couldn’t see much, through the halo of light around the city. They let themselves long, just for a moment, for their home. The rolling hills and sprawling sky.
“Maybe it will,” they said.
They had flown up as high as they could, once. So far that it got hard to breath, got cold, wings half-useless in the thin air.
This felt a little like that, the hero thought. Like drowning.
The villain closed their eyes for a moment, head tilted like they were considering something.
“I could fix it, for you.”
The hero forgot to breathe.
“What,” they said. It was more of a wheeze. More desperation than word.
The villain opened their eyes. “I could fix your wings,” they said, voice slow. Like they, too, weren’t really sure about it. “Not for free, but. I could.”
The hero’s stomach sank.
“Not for free,” they said, voice dull.
“No,” the villain agreed. “Not for free. You’ll have to leave the Agency.”
The hero stared, wide-eyed and a little panicked.
“I can’t.”
“You can,” the villain corrected. “You can let me take you, and fix your wings, and make it better.”
The hero shook their head, hard.
“No. No, that’s not right. I need to do good. The Agency does good, and I need to—that’s my job.”
“You can do good, with me. I won’t stop doing what I do, but I won’t stop you either. Just work alongside me, look away from the gory bits, and everything will shake out just fine.”
Something had eased itself in the hero’s ribcage. Just a bit. An iron band unwinding.
“I don’t—“ the hero trailed off, because what was there to say? Another defense of the people who had pinned them down, calm over the hero’s shrieking, firm assurances that this was for their own good. That they were helping. Another denial of what had happened, that this was something they were okay with?” “I’m scared.”
And wasn’t that the raw and bleeding truth?
The villain’s eyes softened, a sad thing welling behind them.
“I know,” the villain said. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to be scared. You don’t have to answer me right now, but I want you to think about it, alright?”
They stood, then, pushing off their knees. The hero fought against the urge, stupid and childish, to ask them to stay.
They made it halfway to the exit door before the hero managed to unstick their tongue from the roof of their mouth.
“Um,” they managed, and the villain paused, turning carefully back. Slow, and steady. The hero hated that they recognized the tactic, the silent encouragement for the hero to speak, the assurance that they would wait for the hero to be done. “How soon could you. Fix it. My wings.”
The villain appraised them.
“Tonight.”
The hero lost a couple seconds, mind blanking at the prospect of such pure, naked relief, and came back with their fingers running over the blunted edges of their wings.
“Really?” They asked, and their voice sounded terribly hopefully and wounded. They couldn’t bring themselves to try and stop it.
“I wouldn’t lie,” the villain said. “Not about this.”
It was the kindest thing the villain had ever done.
The hero got to their feet, slow. By the time they made it to the villain’s side, they were crying again, lip trembling.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” the villain said, voice gentle and strong and true. This time, when the villain reached for them, the hero let the villain tuck them against their side, under their arm.
It felt, almost, like being wrapped in their own wings. Like safety.
“Please,” the hero whispered, and the villain clutched them tight, and took them away.
They burned the Agency down six months later.
There wasn’t anything in them, human or animal or inbetween, that managed to feel bad.
Would you mind doing something like a drugging? Numbness, weak muscles the whole shebang.
Thank you!
I assume you mean as in an anesthetic type of drug and 'how a character would react / what they would do in different scenarios? since I'm otherwise not a licensed medical professional and wouldn't be certain if my take on how each drug affects each organ or how things work in terms of anatomy-wise would be a hundred percent correct.
different ways characters could do / react — topic: anesthesia
trigger warnings for drugs, mention of vomit
Whumper
whumper watched as their goons held whumpee in place. one of them injected the sharp needle into whumpee’s neck. when they let go, whumpee dropped to the ground with a single thud, paralyzed.
whumper knelt down and ran a hand through drugged and paralyzed whumpee’s hair. whumpee was still conscious, but couldn’t respond or fight back. the only thing they could do was look up at whumper, from where they lied on the ground, with either fear or hatred in their eyes.
whumper held whumpee’s head in place with one hand (although whumpee is already strapped down to the surgical table), the other placed an anesthetic-filled mask over whumpee’s face, holding it there until whumpee’s struggle became weaker and weaker, before unconsciousness eventually crept in.
whumper held a struggling whumpee from behind, forcing a cloth over whumpee’s nose and mouth until the drug kicked in and whumpee became a dead weight in whumper’s arms
things whumper could say to whumpee when whumpee was half-conscious, on the verge of drifting off, but could still hear whumper’s words;
“shhh, you know I never wanted to do this. you gave me no other choice.”
“this is for your own good.”
“not so feisty now, are we?”
“goodnight.”
“sweet dream. when you wake, the procedure will already be over and you will know exactly what I’m capable of doing to your body.”
“hush now, little one, you’ve lost. there’s no use in trying to fight”
“don’t fight it. it’ll be easier for you if you surrender.”
things whumper could say to whumpee once whumpee woke up
“why don’t you take a look in the mirror?”
“see? that wasn’t a big deal.” (whumper taunted after amputating, maiming or doing some major damage to whumpee’s body)
“this, my dear, is only a warning of what I can and will do to you if you ever disobey me again.”
“hush now, don’t cry. you know I don’t like it when people cry. wouldn’t want me to put you under again, would you?”
Whumpee
whumpee felt groggy, feeling consciousness slip away no matter how hard they tried to stay awake.
the worst wasn’t the stage being drugged but the fear of what condition they would wake up and find themself in.
whumpee wasn’t being heavily sedated enough — whether it was by accident or on purpose — so they could feel that excruciating pain as a surgery was being operated on them, they just couldn’t scream or fight.
after the procedure, whumpee tried to stand up or get out of bed too fast, resulting in them falling to the floor. this could reopen their stitches. not good.
things whumpee could say to whumper before they lost consciousness:
“I will… kill you. one day. I will… make you pay”
“please, don’t…”
“why are you… doing this?”
things whumpee could say to caretaker before they lost consciousness
“I’m scared…”
“if I don’t… wake up, don’t… be sad. you did… your best.”
“don’t let me die.”
things whumpee could say to whumper after they woke up
“what… have you done… to me?” (whumpee was still weak and groggy from the drug.)
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!” (whumpee started screaming, pulling frantically at their restraint.)
things whumpee could say to caretaker after they woke up
“did it… work?”
“hey…” (whumpee smiled weakly)
“am I dead?”
“what… happened? where am I?”
“It… hurts.”
Caretaker
caretaker held whumpee’s hand to comfort them as they drifted off.
caretaker cradled whumpee in their arms as they drifted off.
caretaker carrying a sedated (unconscious or half-conscious) whumpee bridal style after they rescued them from whumper’s lair.
caretaker fed whumpee syringe water, or held the straw for whumpee as they gently lifted whumpee’s head off the pillow with their free hand, to help the drug wear off of whumpee’s system faster.
caretaker rushed toward whumpee to scoop them off the ground after whumpee tried to stand or get out of bed too soon and fell, when the sedation was still in their system.
caretaker rubbed soothing circles on whumpee’s back as whumpee vomited due to the drug’s side effects.
caretaker comforted whumpee the best they could when / if whumpee suffered from hallucination.
things caretaker could say to whumpee before they lost consciousness
“I’ll be by your side. I won’t go anywhere.”
“I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“you got this.”
“I know this is scary, but I’ll be with you throughout the entire thing. you won’t be alone, alright?”
“I’m right here. I will not let anyone hurt you.”
things caretaker could say to whumpee after they woke up
“welcome back. you were so brave.”
“everything went well. now you just rest.”
“shhh, you’re gonna be okay.”
“you don’t have to worry about anything else. right now I just want you to focus on getting better.”
“hush, I’m right here. I’m right here. it’s alright, it’s just me.”
“they can’t hurt you again. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
Powerful Villain surrounded by his court--decadent, debaucherous, wholly vile--as the night's pleasures defy the dawn.
Captured Hero stepping barefoot through the scandalous throne room, avoiding the court's greedy hands until they reach Villain's feet.
Yes, they kneel, but not in fear. Exhausted, they rest their head against Villain's knee.
"Have you come to submit to me?" Villain says, fingers meshing in Hero's hair. "In front of all my friends?"
"No," Hero sighs. Their eyes have already begun to close. "Just to sleep."
“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.
The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”
The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”
“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”
The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.
They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.
“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.
The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.
The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.
The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"
Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.
A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.
They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.
"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.
The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...
The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.
"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."
The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.
"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"
The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.
The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?
A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.
The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"
The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.
The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.
Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.
The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"
The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."
"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.
But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.
Despite being busy, I still do my best to keep sharing this campaign whenever I can. I truly hope it starts reaching more people again, because it’s for my brothers, and every single share could reach someone who is able to help. Thank you all for your kindness and support
lowkey if ur taking requests rn but if you are. What about a platonic yan big bro katsuki with a teen m!reader 👀👀
like katsuki is a prohero at this point and realizes that he’s was dick to m!reader back then and wants to make for it. M!reader tries to distant himself away from katsuki’s advances to reconcile. Katsuki notices this and feels the only to reconcile is to kidnap him and protect like the great big brother he is!
again ignore if you want!
𝓒acophony — a harsh, discordant, or jarring mixture of loud sounds.
𝓚atsuki ℬakugo | yandere katsuki x male!reader
content warning: he's mean at first, descriptions of his hate toward you in the beginning, kidnapping (not descripted, implied), angst, manipulation, drugging, mentions of suicide, bullying
authors note: you have blessed me with your mind
word count: 1079
Maybe it wasn't hate. Maybe it wasn't love. But every time you saw your big brother on TV- you wanted to turn the blasted thing off and never look at his face again.
It all started when the two of you were younger, a lot younger. You still weren't an adult, but he was thriving and shoving his quirk in your face. You were born quirkless. So you could imagine how your childhood went.
He’d always tease you. Not in a funny, playful way- but in a way that made your mind spiral with hateful comments about yourself, believing he was right.
“Fucking quirkless loser. How does it feel to be lower than me?”
“You don’t have a right to speak when you can’t even protect- like me.”
“Don’t let anyone know you’re my brother. It’s embarrassing.”
You thought he’d have some decorum, to silently hate you, especially since he knew better, being seven years older than you. So this meant you grew up in the shadows, watching your better, perfect older brother take all the limelight. Even from your parents. They didn’t understand that his words weren’t playful, weren’t his usual gruff insults. They were real.
Now you were sixteen, and Katsuki had moved out three years ago. Three years of peace, three years of finding yourself, three years of being alone for the better. But tonight your parents had invited him back for some reason, for a dinner as a ‘normal family’ once again. He’d been busy being a stupid pro hero, so you had hope he’d forget about you.
“[name]! Come and help me set the table,” Mitsuki spoke, her voice chiming in with the clank of cutlery. You’d trodden downstairs solemnly, dreading even the thought of even your brother's smell entering your senses. He’d always smelt nice- a mixture of honeyed nitroglycerin sweat and toasted marshmallows due to his quirk.
Luckily, he wasn’t here yet, but the dread set in the bottom of your stomach wouldn’t leave. “Thank you, honey,” Mitsuri said, finishing cooking while you set the table.
Your heart leapt into your throat once you heard the front door open. Heard those boots slamming against the floor before he took them off. Heard the groan from physical exhaustion due to his patrol earlier in the day. He didn’t look at you as he sat down, instead leaning back in his chair and just taking up space. You huffed, not even bothering to reset his cutlery once his big body just ruined everything.
You sat down opposite him, eyes averting away from him entirely, suddenly finding the fire on the stove interesting. You put your hands under your thighs, trying to stop them from shaking. You gasped once something kicked your shin under the table, eyes darting to your parents, who were looking away, before landing on Katsuki.
“You doing well in school?” He asked, red eyes glaring down at you as if you were dirt on his shoe. You nodded slowly, looking up at him through your lashes before averting your gaze once more. Hopefully that was the only interaction the pair of you would have- wrong!
“Look at me,” he huffed, his brows furrowing, “when I’m speaking to you. Use your words.”
“Yes, I’m doing good.” You blurted out, fingers fidgeting under your thighs as you sat on them. He let out a hum at your answer, finally directing his attention from you when Mitsuri brought out the plates.
“Look at my brats getting along,” she fawned, absolutely oblivious to your pure hatred for him. “Eat up.”
You suddenly didn’t feel hungry, yet you forced yourself to eat anyway, chewing as if it were a chore. You felt him looking at you from across the table, yet you didn’t entertain him. He’d probably spout some bullshit about how useless you are.
Suddenly, didn’t feel hungry, yet you forced yourself to eat anyway, chewing as if it were a chore. You felt him looking at you from across the table, yet you didn’t entertain him. He’d probably spout some bullshit about how useless you are.
You finished as quickly as you could, chair scraping against the floor as you put your plate in the sink. “’m… going to my room,” you muttered, not even waiting for a protest from Mitsuki as you scurried up the stairs.
You groaned, flopping on your bed. You were glad he didn’t cause a scene like he used to, glad he didn’t take his time to pick your mind apart to insult it. You didn’t even hear your door open, face shoved too far into the pillow as your mind spiralled. Didn’t even hear his socked feet pattering against your floor. You only noticed once a weight dipped your mattress. You turned, seeing Katsuki sitting at the foot of your bed.
“Hey,” he muttered, leaning in to tuck a stray tuft of hair behind your ear. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Uhm…” you sat up, confused. “Are you okay?”
“Of course I am,” Katsuki started, leaning back with a chuckle. “Now that I’ve seen you.”
Furrowing your brows, letting out a nervous chuckle. “What do you mean?” You thought he was poking fun at you again, using the fake sympathy he’d done so many times when you were younger.
“What? A big brother can’t show his affections?” Katsuki sighed.
You wearily side-eyed him. He was acting weird. Sure, you hadn’t seen him in three years, but can someone’s personality do a full 180 over three years?
You didn’t answer, hands fisting the quilt at either side of you. You were confused, to say the least.
“Listen… I know I haven’t been the best big brother. But, people change, right?”
And this was the part when you knew he was messing with you. People like him don’t change, not for the better. Did he get a concussion during patrol? “What are you saying?” Your voice was meek, small.
“Why don’t we start over?” Katsuki spoke, leaning back on your bed, his arms behind his head.
“No.” You immediately responded. Did he really think those thirteen years of making you basically suicidal could be solved by a simple question? You hated him.
You thought he’d finally stop keeping up the act, thought he’d crash out at you- but he didn’t even move. With a sigh, he turned his head to look at you.
You thought he’d finally stop keeping up the act, thought he’d crash out at you- but he didn’t even move. With a sigh, he turned his head to look at you. “I knew you’d say that. It’s okay.”
You’d never seen him so eerily calm before; his brows weren’t even furrowed with a scowl like usual. Eyeing him, you waited for him to make a move again, but he didn’t. Instead, you’d felt your mind go fuzzy- unable to think, your vision go blurry. He’d drugged your dinner without you even noticing.
Type: Headcanons, platonic, found family, father figures
Pairing(s):
Pigsy x Tang (romantic)
Tang & Reader (platonic, familial)
Pigsy & Reader (platonic, familial)
Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them ; Reader is GN but implied to be more feminine.
Context: Reader is Pigsy and Tang’s second adopted child. They love makeup and dressing up! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₊˚⊹
enjoy! this is my first post (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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❤︎ as a toddler, you always clung to pigsy the most. you adored his pretty pink color.
❤︎ pigsy thought it was endearing and never pushed you away, even if he was in the middle of yelling someone’s ear off
❤︎ tang found the sight both amusing and sweet, that being you attached to the angry chef’s leg or held in his arms while he cooked.
❤︎ you really gravitated towards pretty and shiny things. tang showered you in gifts, he couldn’t help it!
❤︎ the scholar loved doing baby shopping for you when you were little. it didn’t matter if he and his husband were on a grocery trip for food; if he happened to pass by the toddler clothing aisle, he’d be stuck there for a while. gushing over all the cute little dresses and fashionable mini outfits, he’d beg pigsy to get one or two, and leave with ten!
❤︎ “But look at the little socks and—OH MY GOSH THE MITTENS! LOOK at the tiny MITTENS!!!” Tang squealed and shoved the clothing in Pigsy’s face.
❤︎ pigsy wasn’t all that impressed; your closet was stuffed. but his husband was already at the check out. he sighed, what can you do?
❤︎ let’s just say you never had to worry about outfit repeats
❤︎ when you grew into being a child, you loved both of your parents equally! pigsy would pack you these aesthetically pleasing lunches you could brag about at school. not only were they yummy, but the colors of the meal matched without any artificial food colorings, so it was delicious and nutritious! and he would never forget to write a sweet note like “love you kiddo” or “have a good day” when tang caught him writing one he got SUPER shy
❤︎ however things began to change when you became a teenager—in a good way though! as you developed your style and went through different phases, your fathers remained supportive all throughout
❤︎ since you really loved makeup, that meant you’d be spending a lot of money on it
❤︎ “Dadsy, can i get this?” you asked innocently, holding up a lip oil for the pig to see.
❤︎ “Another lipstick? Don’t you got a whole rack of those?” Pigsy questioned gruffly with a raised eyebrow.
❤︎ “Nooo, that’s my lipgloss collection! I need a new lipoil!!” you whined in emphasis.
❤︎ “But they do the same thing!”
❤︎ You sighed before Tang popped up behind you. “What about this lip liner?”
❤︎ “Liner?! Hoo boy…” Pigsy groaned at the unfamiliar term.
❤︎ yeah, pigsy struggles with differentiating between all of it, there’s just so many products!
❤︎ tang on the other hand, he’s into it.
❤︎ one of his love languages is learning about people’s interests or listening to them talk about it. (it means a lot to him when someone does the same for him.)
❤︎ and from taking notes on your GRWMs, he’s a “pretty-stuff” expert!
❤︎ (if you’re into gyaru makeup, tang’s the self-proclaimed “gyaru guru”)
❤︎ what he concluded from the things he learned was that he really loves perfume!
❤︎ pigsy could be yelling at you for spending an hour testing out all the scents in the perfume aisle, while tang’s hovering over you and basking in “Japanese Cherry Blossom.”
❤︎ in fact, tang always smells like flowers and sweets rather than man cologne because of all the perfumes you lend him.
❤︎ not to mention, he’s also into skincare. he used to just splash some water on his face every morning, but once you took over, it turned into a 10 step routine
❤︎ since he’s so well-versed in makeup now, when you asked him if he’d film a GRWM with you, he was SO. EXCITED!!!
❤︎ it became a new bonding activity, skincare together every night :>
❤︎ you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to giving pigsy a makeover that one time
❤︎ one evening, the chef was passed out on the couch after a long day of work. tang was admiring his husband’s dazed, snoring state—so adorable! but you snapped the loverboy out of it.
❤︎ you asked for the tweezers and tang was passing you stuff like you were surgeons, your overstuffed makeup bag with products falling out like a pile was on the table beside the sofa
❤︎ you peered over pigsy as he slept, carefully inching a pair of tweezers toward his cheek.
❤︎ “Now what are those clippers for? I thought we agreed on using the pink concealer first!” whisper-yelled Tang.
❤︎ “I gotta get rid of that darn cheek hair!” you argued, before pausing in contemplation. “WHY does dad even have cheek hair anyway?!!”
❤︎ “I like his whiskers,” the scholar muttered.
❤︎ “‘Cause they tickle your face when you kiss?”
❤︎ It was a genuine question but Tang just smacked you upside the head.
❤︎ “Hey! Don’t blame me!! Not my fault I saw you guys in the living room last night.” You huffed.
❤︎ Pigsy grunted in his sleep which caused you and Tang to jolt before your not-sleeping dad shushed you.
❤︎ “ShhhshhSHHH!” Tang spat before whispering angrily. “You wanna wake him up? Be my guest!”
❤︎ You rolled your eyes. “Fiiine. Let’s just do the concealer.
❤︎ the truth was, pigsy was only half-asleep. normally he sleeps super deeply and waking him up is impossible; but he was really just resting this time.
❤︎ he would’ve pummeled the very both of you once he realized what was going on, if the gentle brushes and swipes against his face weren’t so relaxing…
❤︎ tang knows how his husband sleeps, and he knew for sure the guy was awake. though he decided to not say anything to spare the pig demon’s embarrassment. the hardworking cook deserved to let loose a bit.
❤︎ besides that one instance, whenever you put on makeup or dress up, you look absolutely STUNNING.
❤︎ don’t get them wrong, pigsy and tang love your natural face. seeing it is pretty refreshing to them, and they love to remind you of your natural features.
❤︎ but seeing you all dressed up, going to something big like prom or your birthday, it really gets their hearts soft
❤︎ tang feels happy for you and admires you. pigsy gets a little teary-eyed at the sight, his heart swells in pride—his baby’s all grown up!
❤︎ suppose you get tired of putting in all this effort; working so hard on your appearance, on looking way more than just presentable, ethereal! your makeup is time-consuming and a little annoying sometimes. there are times it just feels like a routine and not something you want to do.
❤︎ if that’s the case, then the monkie kid gang are the most perfect people you’ll ever meet
❤︎ besides mei being gorgeous, the rest of the group is…average to say the least. you’ve got the delivery boy with an anime haircut, a pig, a nerd, a blue giant with orange hair, and the occasional orange-furred monkey.
❤︎ so it’s not like you have any standards or reputation to upkeep around them
❤︎ if you’re having a bad day and don’t feel like dressing up, you could just waltz in with an old hoodie and zero makeup. the most you’d get are some silly comments like “wow you look so different!!” from mk or mei but not in a condescending way
❤︎ they’d move on in a second, appearances really aren’t a concern for them
❤︎ so you’ve got no pressure to be drop-dead gorgeous around them because of how chill and accepting your fathers, MK, mei, and sandy are.
❤︎ you can relax and let your guard down, be a little “unattractive” and not so focused on…mewing or whatever.
❤︎ jokes aside, the husbands try their utmost hardest to reassure you that you’re beautiful, with or without makeup.
❤︎ yk that one thing parents do where they’re staring at you and you’re like “Um???” and they’re like “What? I can’t admire my child?”
❤︎ hehe yup your dads would definitely do that
❤︎ but omg. if ANY of your love for looking good came from insecurity, even 1% . . . your fathers will hunt you down.
❤︎ -with compliments and comfort, of course!! and a serious talk about self-esteem.
❤︎ it would physically hurt them if you called yourself ugly, never say that about yourself :c
❤︎ like it would actually make their hearts shatter. because what do you mean their sweet, beautiful kid thinks about themselves that way?
❤︎ besides your beauty you’ve got such a rich personality, amazing views and thoughts on everything. and you’re talented in your own way. they simply can’t comprehend a world where you’d be ugly.
❤︎ because at the end of the day you’re pigsy and tang’s kid, beautiful inside and out <3
Hi! Can I get a hero whumpee giving themselves up to villain whumper in return for the safety of their city, but villain is being way softer/kinder/loving than hero thought they would be (cause hero assumed they’d be tortured or something)? But they’re still a creepy/intimate whumper, of course. Thank you!
Hello! You sure can! Let me get that started for you!
The Kindest Captor
“What is it you want, Supervillain!?” Chief called through their megaphone.
Hero looked around at the carnage around them as they nursed their bleeding arm. Asphalt jutted out of the ground in jagged spikes, while water flooded every other street. A tornado had blown through the shopping district, sending awnings and light poles flying everywhere. The fire bridge was working to put out a blaze at the bank. Supervillain hovered above it all, arms folded across their chest. They had the power of element generation and manipulation; everything from air to ice, they could create it or wield it. Hero had tried their best to defeat them, but with only cryogenesis to aid them, they had been sorely outmatched.
“What do I want, officers?” Supervillain cackled, “I would have thought it obvious.”
The paramedics tending to Hero froze as Supervillain pointed right at the crime-fighter.
“You- you want Hero?” Chief asked.
A fireball which Chief barely managed to dodge answered their question.
“Yes,” Supervillain said, “I want Hero. Give yourself up, Snowdrop, or the entire city will pay.”
Hero drew shallow breaths as though the wind had been knocked out of them. Maybe Supervillain had sucked the air from their lungs?
The paramedics stood in front of Hero, as did the officers, and the members of the brigade that weren’t actively putting out a fire.
“You want Hero? You go through us!” an EMT shouted.
“Very well,” Supervillain shrugged and cracked their knuckles.
They readied another fireball, but Hero pushed their way to the front of the throng.
“Wait! No!”
They almost stumbled, but the emergency workers held them up.
“Will you give your word that no one else will get hurt?” Hero asked.
Supervillain descended, landing in front of Hero. They held out a hand.
“I promise that all the carnage will stop the moment you take my hand.”
Hero nodded, swallowing the lump in their throat. They staggered over, taking their hand. Their knees buckled just as Supervillain pulled them in. Now the criminal’s grip was the only thing keeping Hero vertical.
They leaned in so that their lips ghosted the shell of Hero’s ear.
“Well done,” Supervillain whispered.
They sprang into the air without warning, repositioning Hero into a bridal carry despite their panicked yelp. They soared back to their lair, nearly breaking the sound barrier. The entire city watched in silence until the superpowered pair faded from sight. They were left to clean up the chaos with no Hero to protect them.
…
Hero had passed out three times on the journey. They were just coming back around as Supervillain laid them on a soft hospital bed.
Where Hero lay was no hospital. It was a state-of-the-art medical facility, yes, but more importantly, it was Supervillain’s personal med bay.
Supervillain sat down at their bedside, having traded their suit’s gloves for nitrile ones. They rolled up Hero’s sleeve and winced quietly at the wound they saw.
“You poor thing,” they muttered.
Hero watched them with wide eyes. Was this when the torture would start? They squeezed their eyes shut as a syringe came close. They felt the pinch and braced themselves for whatever horrible sensation they were going to feel.
A soothing numbness spread throughout their arm and across their battered body. Hero cracked an eye open. Supervillain pulled a needle in and out, weaving thread across their skin and sewing the wound shut.
They caught Hero’s gaze and held it for a moment before turning to Hero’s next injury.
“You should rest,” they said, “I’ll take care of you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Hero blurted.
Supervillain smirked to themselves.
“What do you mean by that?” they asked, though it was clear they fully understood Hero’s words.
“You’re going to kill me,” Hero said, “o-or torture me and then kill me, or just torture me forever-”
“Well, we can immediately rule the first two out from the simple fact that I am actively working to patch you up,” Supervillain said softly, “and since I’m a nice person, I’ll go ahead and tell you that the third option is also false. I have no intention of ever harming you, Snowdrop.”
“Then why…?”
Supervillain finished their work and discarded the nitrile gloves. Their bare hand tucked a lock of hair behind Hero’s ear.
“No more questions, you need to rest. You are mine, and you are safe.”
They pressed a kiss to Hero’s forehead, which Hero couldn’t avoid thanks to the numbing drug.
Supervillain stood and headed for the door, unfastening their cape and setting it on a chair. Hero could see their chiseled muscles through their suit. Despite themselves, pink creeped into their cheeks.
“Oh. Yes. I nearly forgot.”
Supervillain came back over and produced a few padded straps. They applied the restraints to Hero’s limbs, cinching them snug but not uncomfortably so.
“I fear you will panic when you wake up,” they said, “my home is like a maze to those unfamiliar with it, and I don’t want you to get lost in your condition.”
Hero’s gaze bounced between the straps and the master criminal.
“Please take them off,” Hero pleaded, “I won’t panic, I-”
“Snowdrop, you’re panicking right now,” Supervillain chided gently, “I know what’s best for you. Trust me with that at least.”
They injected something into Hero’s IV line (when did they get hooked up to an IV?) and pulled a deviously soft blanket up to their chin.
“Go to sleep, I’ll be back when you wake.”
Hero had no option to refuse. Their eyelids grew heavy, and it was unclear whether Supervillain had dimmed the lights or if everything was going dark from the drug. Either way, within seconds, Hero was fast asleep, cradled in their adversary’s clutches.
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welcom here friend !! As my mission is to support newh writers, I ask for a Ancients Cookies x child reader that was the six holder of the soul jam of Innocent, basically, as we got away from the tree, 'cause the witches purified us, we wonder around the Earthbread for a long time and every monsters and enemy are protective of us and doesn't attack us in any way !! It was the Ancients that found us in the Vanilla kingdom for a meeting, they decided to protect us too and take care of us, as we are immortal and can't really grow up. Thanks if you can do it !!
Ooh, I love that idea, lots of interesting stuff that could happen with that! And thank you for the welcome and the ask! I may have gone a bit overboard with this one but hopefully you like it.
Warnings: None really, reader was an orphan but not really in a traumatic way.
Author note: Sorry this took so long, I have come down with a very serious condition called "playing silksong obsessively" so I haven't had much time to write. 2.2k wordcount.
Light if Innocence: Parental Figure Ancients + Child Reader
The five ancients sat around a grand meeting table, none of them wanting to make the first move. This was supposed to be impossible. There were five soul jams wielded by the five ancients. That’s how it always was. And yet, sitting in the corner of the meeting hall and happily laughing as they played with a cake hound, was a child who had a sixth souljam clutched in their tiny hands.
After several minutes of silence as the five of them processed what was going on, Hollyberry was the one to break the heavy silence upon the room. “...They’re just a child… How is this possible? Pure Vanilla, you said that you found them living in the ruins of one of the old houses, correct?” Pure Vanilla nodded, shaking slightly as he began to speak. “...Correct. I heard a child’s laughter from the ruins so I went in to investigate only to find, well… this. They were sitting on the ground, surrounded by cake hounds, but they weren’t being attacked. The cake hounds were happily playing with them and even growled and got protective when I tried to approach.”
Dark Cacao was the next to chime in, shaking his head in disbelief. “Impossible. Never before have I seen someone so easily tame monsters, let alone someone so young.” The proof was right in front of them, however. There you were, oblivious to the discussion currently taking place, happily petting a cake hound that was fully allowing it.
“It must be due to the power of their soul jam. They grant some unusual powers and I suppose that is simply what this little one’s does.” Golden Cheese said, though she was also looking at you as if she didn’t entirely believe what she was seeing. “I do wonder if that’s the full extent of the soul jam’s ability, however. It took some time for ours to show their full potential.” White Lily shuddered slightly at those words, looking nervous. “It is unlikely that this is the full extent of the soul jam’s power. While it doesn’t seem dangerous right now, I worry that it might become more destructive as they grow older since it took time for the more intense powers to begin appearing for us.”
The other three nodded in agreement apart from Pure Vanilla who shook his head slightly at White Lily’s words, looking tired. “About that… I managed to get them to speak to me a little and when I asked how old they were they seemed to have no concept of age. All they know about how old they are is that they remember the dark flour war. This means that the child most likely doesn’t age. I don’t know if this means that their soul jam simply won’t reach full power or all of that power will be controlled by an infant, but it could be very bad either way.”
There was a long moment of silence after this as the five ancients considered what this might mean. They all knew that if you were to become as powerful as them but never age a day it would be a disaster.
White Lily was the one to break the silence, looking down at her hands on her lap as she spoke, her voice ever so slightly shaky. “...If… If there are six soul jams… that means that there is most likely a sixth beast.” Hollyberry let out a gasp at those words, obviously horrified at the idea. “What? No! They are a child, they can’t fight a beast cookie, even if that beast is stuck as a child similar to them! We’re all adults and hardly managed to win the fights against our own soul jam’s previous bearers.”
Dark Cacao was also horrified by the idea of there being a sixth beast but managed to keep his tone calm despite the situation. “Hollyberry is right, we can’t let the child fight. They need to be protected, as all children do.” Golden Cheese nodded in agreement, her golden wings flicking behind her for a brief moment. “Correct, we cannot allow any farm to befall this little one. If it comes down to it, we will fight the sixth beast to protect them.”
Reassured by the fact that everyone was in agreement, Pure Vanilla’s expression softened and a slight smile crept onto his face for the first time since the initial discovery of the sixth soul jam. “Good, it brings me comfort to know we are all willing to do whatever is needed in order to keep them safe. Whatever challenges this may bring, we shall face them as a team.”
And now that the introduction is over, how about some headcanons on what all of them are like as caretakers!
Pure Vanilla
He is extremely patient with you, never getting mad if you or one of the monsters that follow you around break something and instead reassuring you that everyone makes mistakes and you don’t need to be sorry.
He is great at comforting you when you cry, always being quick to wrap you up in a warm hug and hum gentle tunes to you until you calm down.
He introduces you to Strawberry Crepe fairly quickly after first finding you, knowing that children need friends to socialize with, even if Strawberry Crepe is older than you. They didn’t know what to think of you at first but are now okay with you spending time in their workshop and playing with the wafflebots as long as Pure Vanilla doesn’t let you stay too long.
Pure Vanilla frequently goes for walks around the Vanilla Kingdom, that’s when he first found you after all. He often encourages you to join him on these walks and loves to tell you about all the places you two pass by as you listen eagerly.
Despite being extremely soft with how he cares for you, he does try to gently explain the situation of being a bearer of great power to you so that you can understand any unexpected things that may happen around you. His attempts so far have been fruitless however, all of his words holding no meaning to you as you are far more interested in playing with your monster friends.
You probably stay with Pure Vanilla the most out of all the ancients with him being your main caretaker out of them.
Dark Cacao
The way Dark Cacao treats you is practically the opposite of Pure Vanilla, being much more direct with you about your situation. He takes any chance he can get to try and explain your powers to you, though it never really works.
Cannot comfort you even if his life depended on it. If you start crying he’ll awkwardly pick you up in his arms, most likely holding you wrong, and try to reason with you as if you were an adult. He quickly learned that this would not work and instead has those who know how to handle children do that part.
Even though the goal is for you to never see a day of combat in your entire immortal existence, Dark Cacao insists on teaching you basic self defence just in case. Of course it has not turned you into some kind of champion, but you at least know how to direct your usual tantrum kicks and punches into semi-effective attacks.
He still feels horrible about failing to raise Dark Choco with enough love so he really does his best to be as affectionate towards you as possible, even if it doesn’t come naturally to him. He already put his son down a horrible path by how he raised him and is determined to not let the same happen to you.
He is definitely wary of the various monsters that follow you around and doesn’t let you spend time with any more dangerous ones unsupervised. He knows deep down that they won’t attack you or anyone else as long as you’re around, and yet he still can’t shake that protective feeling.
Hollyberry
Hollyberry is a mother who has raised a child before so she knows just what to do when she takes care of you. Hungry? No problem, she knows what food kids usually like. Tired? Don’t worry about it, she’s done enough bedtimes to know just how to handle that. Bored? She’s had plenty of years to learn what games children find fun and entertaining.
Definitely the most balanced caretaker. She’s fun and outgoing but won’t hesitate to send you off for a nap if you misbehave too much. After all, she’s parented not only her own son but also her grandchildren so she’s had plenty of time to learn what works best.
When Hollyberry introduced you to Princess Cookie, she was absolutely ecstatic. It’s just like having a little sibling to her! Since she still has all of her old toys, she passed them down to you. She especially loves playing dolls with you as the two of you pretend that the small figurines are going on wild adventures. Hollyberry does sometimes have to remind Princess Cookie not to let the imaginary adventures get too intense though since she doesn’t want you having nightmares.
Anytime Hollyberry goes to the kingdom’s market, she always insists that you come with her to get some fresh air. Every week you go with her happily since she always buys you a tasty treat from one of the vendors, though you always end up getting more than one treat since the vendors absolutely adore you and always sneak you extra. Hollyberry pretends not to notice but finds it adorable how much everyone loves you and just wants to spoil you.
Golden Cheese
You don’t get to see her much, but when you do it’s practically any child’s dream. She’s less like a parent than the others and more like that one fun aunt who you only get to see at family gatherings but is so awesome that it more than makes up for it.
You aren’t able to stay with Golden Cheese very often and never for more than a few days since she’s so busy trying to rebuild her kingdom and find another way to revive her subjects, but she still manages to always make some time for you.
She doesn’t know how to say no to you. If you want something when you’re staying with her, consider it yours. With her ability to form items out of sand, anything and everything you could possibly want is easy for her to conjure up for you.
Golden Cheese loves to tell you stories about her kingdom but especially about her subjects. The way she speaks of them in such detail makes you almost feel like you knew them too. She hopes that someday soon her research will come to an end and she’ll finally be able to revive them all and looks forward to you getting to meet all of them for real instead of just through stories.
Loves to let you wear fancy outfits. Normally you wear simple clothes you’d usually see on a child but whenever you stay with Golden Cheese she lets you raid her personal wardrobe of clothes and jewellery to play dress up. Watching you walk around acting all high and mighty wearing clothes far too large for you and so much jewellery that it’s a wonder it’s not just weighing you down has got to be the most adorable thing in the world to her.
White Lily
She is another one that definitely doesn’t know how to care for children, but she’s trying her best. She’s okay at taking care of you by keeping you fed and getting you to bed on time, but if you start crying she’ll probably just join you.
Since White Lily is currently living in the Faerie Kingdom, that's where you live too whenever you stay with her. The faerie cookies were wary of you at first since you were an outsider but quickly accepted you as long as you don’t bring any of your monster friends within their walls.
She tries to keep you away from what remains of the silver tree when she can for fear that being so close to where the previous bearer of your soul jam was sealed for so long might break the delicate balance that they had been maintaining.
Despite not being very good at playing games with you, one thing she can do is read you stories. She set up a small bookshelf of picture books in her home filled with all of your favourite stories that she reads to you every day. You especially like it when she does funny voices for the characters.
Since she does a lot of her own work and can’t always watch over you, she often lets you go outside to play with the other faerie children. Now that the beasts are out of the tree and nowhere nearby, there are no dangers within the kingdom’s walls so it’s more than safe to allow you to go play with the other resident’s children. She just makes you promise to return before dark or else she gets worried that you might have wandered off and gotten lost and will go out to find you, picking you up in a tight hug when she finally finds you to bring you home.
desc: just equal amount of longing from you and sev with a surprise at the end :)
word count: 1.7k
tags: POC!reader in mind, established relationship, cowboy!sevika, wholesomeness, non-toxic yuri 👩🏾❤️👩🏿, reader lightly mentions rough upbringing with their sexuality
a/n: I love writing Sevika this way SOSOSO much, has to pull through for pride month but expect more fluffy Sevika content 🫶🏾 hope u all enjoy!
"You're radiant."
Your face blushes at her words. Sevika can't believe that you were actually with her.
The early mornings are the best parts of Sevika's day. The beautiful view from outside your shared farmhouse, on top of the even more beautiful view of you? Well, Sevika would have to be as wild as a house on wheels to not love that.
The vibrant shine of the sun hits your skin perfectly and you're just sitting there, dolling yourself up. Not for her, no. You just wanted to feel pretty. Which was crazy in Sevika's mind since you might as well be a goddess.
That's one of the things she loves about you, how you value your individuality. She sees you as one of a kind, a diamond in a world full of rocks, truly breathtaking.
The way you part your hair, your eyes, the way you stick your tongue out when your really focused on something, the smile you only show around her, anything and everything you do makes her feel like she's hit the jackpot in love.
Sevika's eyes continue scanning your movements. You can feel her intense gaze burning through you. Not to say you didn't enjoy it, of course not. It just takes some time to get used to.
Behind you, you hear your shared bed creak and feel calloused hands wrap themselves around you.
You peer your head to the side, taking in her smell.
"What, Sev?"
"Hmm? Can't I just enjoy being m'a girl's presence?"
She kisses your cheek swiftly.
You lean into the kiss and continue doing your eyeliner. You're preparing to meet up with some friends for a girl's trip, something Sevika suggested to you. Or, more like frantically begging you to go out with them. Something is up. It was as plain as the ears on a mule.
Sevika eventually leaves you to your business and starts to get ready for the day.
In the reflection of your vanity, the outline of her v-line catches your attention as you slowly start forgetting you're even doing your makeup. Sevika notices it. She doesn't tease you though, instead she just smiles to herself.
After a bit more ogling, you're about to get dressed, but before you can pick an outfit out, Sevika interjects.
"Oh actually, I know you're going out today, and I thought you'd like this outfit I bought you."
She hands you a gorgeous ensemble. It was an off the shoulder floral dress with pink roses across the hem of the skirt. It also included a gorgeous matching set of gold earrings and a necklace.
"just a little something, nothin' to fancy." You smile at her extremely adorable shyness.
"Sev! I absolutely love it." You lean in and sweetly kiss her cheek.
After you finished getting ready, you in your new outfit (via Sevika's request), and Sevika in a simple white tank with overalls and boots, you and Sevika start off your days.
You can't remember the last time you felt so free. Doing mundane farm work and living on a farm wasn't something you ever saw yourself doing, growing up in cities, but it brought such serenity into your life. You don't tell Sevika often, but you truly do thank her for being such a stable anchor to lean on.
Growing up having to hide almost every part of yourself for people who were supposed to love you unconditionally took a huge toll on your mental. Sevika gave you the freedom to truly be yourself without holding it against you. You loved her for that.
After reminiscing on you and Sevika's time together, you make your way to the front porch, waiting on your friends to pick you up. You can't help but take glances at Sevika working. The way her arms flexed while hauling up the sheep had you flustered. Honestly, seeing Sev do any manual labor has you going crazy.
Sevika's a painting, sweaty mess as she comes back over and sits next to you. You and her just enjoy each others presence for a bit before you interrupt the silence,
"Sev, my friends aren't here yet, I can still help you out y'know? I know how much the chickens give you trouble and-"
Sevika puts her hand up to your face and insists,
"Y/N, save part of your breath for breathing. And besides, what kinda lover would I be if I had my lady dent one limb on that pretty little body of hers?" A hand gently caresses your face.
You look at her, take in her features. Her sunken eyes cast shadow on her luminous tanned skin. Along with her smooth southern accent, everything about her made you weak in the knees.
You looked at her lovingly before changing the subject again. Your eyes hid something mischievous in them as you looked at Sevika.
"Speaking of, keep dressing like that and I'm not so sure I'll be able to handle myself..."
Looking at her chosen apparel, you fully start checking her out. She raises a brow and smiles, challenging you.
"Oh yeah? S'That a promise, doll?"
"Maybe it is..."
You cheekily turn away and hear Sevika laugh along to your antics. Does she even realize the things she does to you?
A brief pause happens between you too, but your thoughts are both quickly interrupted by the honk of your friend's car horn. She jokingly tells you and Sevika to get a room before beckoning you over. You laugh, kiss Sevika goodbye, and head out with your friend's
...
One large shopping spree, two movies, and a sweet treat (or two) later and you finally make it back home.
You were excited to show off what new stuff you bought at the mall to Sevika, but before you could call out to her you felt yourself step on something. An envelope. On top, it says OPEN ME in a big red pen. You open the letter, curiosity coursing through you.
'Hide and seek! Catch me if you can!'
What's she playing at?
You laugh a bit to yourself, being used to her silliness. You decided to play along and enter your shared home.
Roses cloud your vision. They're hanging across your ceilings along with various candles adorned with the potent scent of vanilla all around the home. The whole house looked like something out of a Disney movie.
A sign with red spray paint catches your attention and you turn to read it.
This way!
You follow the mysterious signs directions and make it to the next checkpoint. You start to wonder what this surprise could be. If Sevika's spending THIS much time it must be important.
Almost there babe!
You see the sign has an arrow next to it, leading you to your shared bedroom. Your patience is growing a bit thin. You gently turn the doorknob. What is so important that she sent out a whole wild maze-
You halt your movements.
Then, before you know it, their Sevika is. Standing in front of you in your bedroom, your favorite song lightly humming in the background, and rose petals shaped in a heart lay beneath your feet. She's replaced her wife pleaser with a black blazer and a loose-fitted burgundy button down. Your favorite color on her. She smelled like dark oak and cologne.
Sevika's hands are behind her while she's looking at you like you're her entire world. She strides her way towards you with hope oozing out of her eyes.
"Y/N L/N, I've dreaming about this day since I finally became yours,"
You can't help but laugh. Is this seriously happening?
"For the past few years, I've been trying to muster up the courage to even ask you this. Let alone trying to plan this whole thing out without you knowing."
Sevika chuckles a bit.
"I'll have to thank F/N later."
"You all were in on this?!"
No wonder. You mentally note that you're gonna be screaming at your friends later.
"Anyways, I wanted to make sure I said the right things to you. You're the strongest person I know, and it hurts me to know that you weren't treated like the goddess I know you as. You deserve to have poems written about you, love songs. And, we all know I'm no poet but..."
Sevika holds on to your (now trembling) hands and presses them to her lips. She stayed like that for a few moments then took a long, slow breath in.
"But you're my peace, my love. And I'll be damned if I miss my chance at telling you that."
Tears fall uncontrollably out your eyes as you try to think of something, anything to say. You and Sevika both giggle together at the sweet situation. Sevika lowers herself down on one knee before you, eyes filled with utter devotion.
"So, will you do this cowboy an honor and marry her?"
She pulls out a velvet wrapped box. Inside it, a gorgeous moonstone wedding ring held together by a golden band. It's the most beautiful ring you've ever seen
Your heart feels like it's swelling out of your chest. You force yourself to muster out a reply, Sevika still looking up at you patiently.
"Oh 'Vika, of course I will!"
You grab her face and kiss her before she can even get the ring on you. You both smile into the kiss as bliss completely engulfs the both of you. You couldn't be happier.
...
You both continue to hold each other through the night. Not a moment passes where you don't feel completely and utterly in love. You ended up forgetting all about the stuff you bought. That was nothing compared to this.
Eventually you both get cleaned up and make your way to bed. As you lay down various thoughts keep running through your head. When are you gonna start planning the actual event? How much will it cost?
Sevika looks at you, noticing your head being up in the clouds.
"You can worry about telling your friends and family about the engagement tomorrow," Sevika whispers to you.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, I got you."
You hum in response, continuing to latch on to her warmth, and you both sleep the night away. Know that as long as Sevika's around, everything will be alright.
I’m gonna need more Yandere cheerleader and yan jock I can just imagine Yandere jock giving us the puppy eyes as he apologizes to us lol
You people really like Melanie and Tristen! (Those are their names I decided) so why not more!
Anon is right though, when Melanie was scolding him for being mean to that ‘sweet little baby’ he thought back to you on the ground. Looking up at him… you seemed so small from that angle. It must just be that he’s freakishly tall.
He was wrong, when he came to apologize in person he crouched down in front of you because his neck started to hurt from looking down. Giving you these puppy dog eyes while promising to make up for it. You didn’t think it was that big of a deal but you accepted his apology anyway.
You eat lunch with them now, no choice. If there’s no room you can just sit in Tristian’s lap! He keeps a hand securely on your hip and is proudly showing you off. Melanie dotes on you and wipes your face with a giggle. Just a messy little kid aren’t you?
Whenever they have an away game they get all mopey and come to your class to say goodbye. Almost left behind because they’re too busy hugging you. They’ve even considered sneaking you on the bus. But why sneak when they could just threaten staff to let you go? That’s how you end up going to away games with them.
When Melanie brings you to a sleepover for the first time you are immediately awed at. She keeps you in her lap on display, like a shiny trophy she just adores. Humming softly while running her brush through your hair. The other girls fuss over you but don’t dare to get close without Mel’s permission.
You and Melanie are the only people Tristen lets wear his letterman’s jacket. You don’t even have to ask, if you look cold he’ll take it off and wrap it around your shoulders. It’s quite warm and cozy and he thinks you look absolutely precious in it.
I’ve had this oc idea for a while now so hold on tight! I wrote this at night and haven’t edited it btw !!
Platonic Yandere!popular couple, they’re juniors, one year left of high school. Your classic, cliche cheerleader x football player who rules the school. Bimbo x himbo. They’re rude to everyone and only slightly less to their peers. Grossly in love with one another and don’t seem to have room for anything else.
In come you. Fresh out of middle school and your worlds got a whole lot bigger. Same with the school, because who needs three stories anyway? Could your parents even afford to send you here?
You immediately get lost on the first day, wandering up and down what could’ve been the same hallway for almost an hour. Until you crash straight into what you mistake for a concrete wall. Because not only did that hurt you fell flat on your ass while it seemed unmoved.
Turns out that wall was a person. A big person, but still a person. Wearing a letterman jacket with the number 5 printed on the back. He looks back at you with this picture perfect grin, so you assume you’re all in the clear, apologizing and even asking for some help.
He swatted your hand away and mocked you in the most condescending manner. All while smiling at you. Leaving you to go put his arm on this cheerleader chick's shoulder. What the fuck.
That’s fine, people are assholes sometimes. You’ll just avoid this obviously Mean Girls situation.
Except they don’t avoid you. At lunch you were going to sit at an empty table before being accosted by cheerleaders. Who moved you to sit with them— oh hey you're sitting next to that chick from earlier. Who’s interrogating you about running into her platinum blonde ‘prince’.
You make an absolute fool out of yourself when you try to explain. She just watches you, quietly studying you in the process. You’re shorter than her, and honestly quite adorable, only a freshman too. Hm… seems like she was wrong, this kid wasn’t trying to steal anyone. You were just looking for help! Now she has to get onto her boyfriend for bullying what’s basically a baby.
The glint in her eyes switches as she smiles and pats you on the head. Telling you not to worry about it and that they’ll take care of you, what a relief! But, what does "take care of" mean…?
The rest of the day is spent being looked at in the halls. Whispers going around that you can’t quite catch. Something about someone being under someone's protection. The cheer and football team keep hovering around you like bodyguards. You’ve even received a poorly written apology letter in your locker from the football guy.
