sometimes I so deeply miss being a teenager because there was so much more space to just talk to people the same age as you and figure out who you are. there's nothing quite like the vulnerability you were able to reach late at night during a sleepover with friends

Hi! Can I ask for a continuation to the supervillain finds drugged and terrified villain on doorstep? Maybe (idk where you’d wanna take it but ig this is just a suggestion) sorta fluff but the villain is terrified of supervillain? Idk where im getting at lmao just write what you wanna write and have fun with it :)

Of course! Thank you both for the asks. I loved that prompt and found it really cute. This one has about the same balance of fluff and angst as the first part, so I really hope you enjoy!

Continued from here.

CW//Medical mentions, past trauma, past drowning, past torture, injuries, food

The medics had left far too quickly.

At least, that was Supervillain's impression of the situation. Only perhaps half an hour after they had been called, their medical team had arrived in full force. Upon the injured villain they had swarmed like flies, with stethoscopes and thermometers and tools that their boss had no clue at all how to identify.

And then, they were gone. The leader of the team made a full report on Villain's injuries, and the care that they would require. Strangulation wounds, malnutrition, half-healed frostbite, and, of course, the beginnings of hypothermia had all stricken the heroes' victim.

But, so the leader had stated, none of these afflictions would require hospitalization. In fact, hospitalization would have likely produced a more negative outcome. With weakened lungs, on account of repeated and merciless strangulation attempts, even the most common of hospital-borne respiratory illnesses could send them to the grave. After all, the whole purpose of a hospital was for it to be full of sick people.

That was all that they had said, before piling up into their emergency response vehicle and leaving the premises.

Leaving Supervillain alone with nothing but a page of written instructions, and a half-dead Villain upon their couch.

Would it have been simple to pass the job onto a henchman? Or even better, a villain with genuine medical knowledge? Perhaps. But every last villain had scrambled off into hiding, and as smart as their henchmen were, this was not their responsibility.

It was the responsibility of a leader to take care of their sick.

And that was exactly how Supervillain had ended up in their kitchen, gingerly spreading butter of two pieces of steaming toast. Though the scent of freshly-toasted bread was nearly irresistible, the food was not for them. The whole situation had left them far too nauseous to even consider food.

But Villain was starving.

Placing down the knife into their sink with a clatter, Supervillain took the plate in one hand, and a topped-off glass of water in the other. They had taken the liberty of warming it-- though a cool glass of water may have been a mercy to some, to the pyrokinetic, it would have, in the best case scenario, caused discomfort. In the worst... Well, they didn't know.

After all, they weren't a doctor.

But, doctor or not, public enemy number one still moved gingerly across their kitchen floor, through the hallways, and all the way to the room where their new, accidental, ward had been settled. So it seemed, the medical examination they had been through had drained whatever energy that Villain had had remaining, seeing as afterwards they had immediately passed out upon the couch. Given that Supervillain was far from the kind of host to allow their guest to sleep on the couch, they had-- gently, of course-- carried them to one of the home's many spare room, and settled them upon a bed.

When Supervillain had left the room, Villain had been neatly tucked beneath the covers, snoring peacefully, if not a little shallowly.

Now, when they entered, toast and water in hand, the bed was empty. Instead, the sheets lay bare, blanket torn away.

They soon discovered why. As slight as the movement was, it was not difficult to tell that the blanket laid in a corner was breathing. The slightest flutter of sympathy danced within their chest-- why was their ward hiding?

"Villain?" They did their very best to make their voice quiet, hospitable, even though they were neither of those things. "I brought food. Are you hungry?"

There was no reply.

Supervillain realized in that moment that, throughout Villain's entire, brief, stay in the home, they had yet to speak a single word. Come to think of it, actually, they had hardly even been awake earlier. Though the medics hadn't believed a blood test to be necessary, the effects of heavy sedation were rather obvious.

This was the first time that Villain was awake, and they had awoken alone. Dammit.

With a soft clack, they set the plate and the glass upon a bedside table, moving towards the shuddering blanket in the corner. The combination of wool socks and carpeted floor made their footsteps almost silent, leaving the room quiet as they knelt down before the blanket. Up close, it was rather simple to see the form of the villain that had hidden themself beneath it.

As much as they would have liked to leave Villain alone and to their own devices, according to the doctor's words, 'they won't be able to survive on their own for a while.' They would need a caretaker, and, through chance alone, Supervillain had wound up in that role.

They grabbed the bottom of the blanket first, about where Villain's feet would be, and gently began to drag it off of their form. As soon as their head was uncovered, they stopped, leaving the fleece to protect the rest of their body.

Anyone could tell that Villain had been crying, sobbing, even. Half of their face was covered in dried tears, cheeks red and eye whites a similar color. As soon as their face was revealed, they struggled to cover it with their hands, revealing the shivering in their limbs.

"Hey, hey." Supervillain reached a hand slowly forth, but stopped short of actually laying it upon Villain, believing that that likely wouldn't aid in their terrified state. "You're okay. I know you're scared, I know. But you escaped. You... You can tell me how you did that later. But you're safe, now. You're in my house.

It's me. It's Supervillain."

That only served to send another wave of terrified shivering through their body, as though they had been struck by a cane.

"If you don't want to talk, I won't make you, okay? But you're hurt. Will you at least drink some water?"

It was as though an emotional grenade had gone off.

In an instant, Villain curled in on themself, burying their face in their knees and curling almost to a fetal position.

"No no no no please no- Please, no. Please let me breathe please I'll behave please not the water please please please no no no."

Supervillain stopped, and noted with a start something they had not made much notice of beforehand: When Villain first arrived, their upper body had been soaking wet.

Someone had tried to drown them.

"Villain." They struggled not to allow their to crack, but fury and sorrow combined were making that a nearly impossible task. "No one is going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you ever again, okay?"

From the tear-stained blanket, Villain lifted their head, shaking, pinprick pupils staring up at them.

"T-Then." They sniffled. "Then why are you here?"

I honestly feel the game lost...a genuinely happy person that just wanted to help others out... I may have accidentally made my name rhaha but...it forced people to laugh when they typed my name out haha....i know the game will go on without me...and people will forget the shit show that happened... But i wont...in the end...both of us were put out there...i feel naked....for all the world to see...but i hate you were put in that position because, regardless of who told vexus, i...was the reason that informatioj was out there...me... I honestly dont know who told vexus...i spoke it out with a couple people...but...nothing difinitive because the person has no accountability and doesnt wanna fess up to it 100%... so i meant it when i said idk who told vexus... But if you asked how he could have possibly known...i would have said everything...i dont wanna overwhelm you though... Remember how i said you have real friends around you...? They know the truth....but see the difficulties you are in...they arent like kellavia or vexus who just...oversimplifies it all...they see the options we both had to face and...they dont judge...they dont judge. Those are the friends waiting for you...the ones that accepted your flaws and all...but the ones who speak like vexus or kellavia....they touch things that arent theres to discuss....the true friends you have know the situation but never butt-in....never. Kell...im only gonna say this one more time. Theres a reason even *you* didnt defend her when you were on ena'aur. I have my own reasons, but you? I noticed you didnt step in. You saw she was looking for attention: she wrote she wanted her alt to be named who're; she wrote to oz with hearts (you aint anything special to kell, cody...); she wrote "taco bell". I have my own reasons for not stepping in...mainly because i was cutting her out. I got banned from ts the day before and kicked out of my own guild (yes, mine. Cody, who ran the guild while you were gone? Me. Who helped set up the prog team? It was a group effort. Who got guildies back who stayed? Me.). I had my reasons for kicking out kell. Its a fucking list of reasons. You overturned my decision with no evidence. I have evidence for every bullet point i had to kick her. So no i am not going to support her. Shes the one that was a child and told you the "vague ass" version of the story and got me kicked from everything i loved. My heart was in that guild. So i know why *i* didnt step in to help her.... But why didnt *you* step in? I think its because youre starting to get the picture...maybe...i dont know. All i know is that the signs are all there that she uses people and i dont know what makes you think youll be any different....i didnt wanna see you get used...you dont take rejection well...but dont delude yourself...itll hurt you in the end to be used... she certainly didnt know you were online as far as i could tell. She showed her true colors. But i want you to investigate. I aint taking this shit out of my ass. I have evidence. Even she knows it. Its why she was guaging aris the other night teying to find out how much she knew. Fact. When you arent online, shes on allies being petty towards me. I have screen shots. So thats another reason why i didnt step in. Why would i defend someone that instigates shit on allies. Shes looking for attention when all these guys shes used use the same channel. Thats a horrible fucking decision to make. I aint keeping kell from anyone. She chooses who to interact with. If she doesnt talk yo aris, she doesnt talk to aris. Dont blame me for why you guys dont interact with certwin people. Because if you remember me at all, i always told you aris never hated you. Or the rest of the guildies didnt hate you. I told you to talk to them xause they dont hate you. Im referring to the first guild disbandment. But i was the same even after you left the guild a second time. I stood by your decision and supported it. I was honestly stupid to tive the go signal to aris and gold to give you gm back. Dont haye them. They asked me because i was gm. Gold had the rank at the time but he knew i was gm. I gave it to you because you were always supposed to have the rank back. But i regret it. A lot is on the line. I wasnt expecting kell to cry WOLF to you. Cause feankly shes naive enough not to see how this affects not only the guild, but the prog team and her "friends". Cody, i left with my mqin for a reason. I wssny gonna have the guild hang over my head again. Just incase, i left the guild. But nope...kell got all my toons kicked out. You let her guide your decision...and thats disappointing because her say hqd no merit. Ask everyone in the guild how i discussed kell with them. Bitch, it was pretty much a group decision. Kell didnt even log onto those toons so why the fuck does she need to be in the guild. It certainly took months to invite it. Shit. She wouldnt leave klebis guild until she sucked him dry. But what you did? It was a pootlr power move. Who cares if kell had a hand at it, you are gm and you had q decision to mqke and you let your second head (your dick) make the decision. You didnt even ask the officers of the guild (wick, aris, gold) what they wanted....and thats where you fucked. Cody this ient the first time you /gkicked. You could have at least consulted them. The prog team IS the guild. So if theyre terrified theyre gonna get kicked or if they should just leave, theyre not gonna be comfortable at all. Thus, the prog team is affected This is how i know kell doesnt give a fuck about anyone but herself. She never thought how her "friends" would be affected Me? I made sure to bow out with rhaha qnd the prog team. I found dethus to replace me. They like him and are comfortable with him. I had accountability. I didnt want us to fight and have either the guild or prog team hang over my head. I didnt want either to be considered if you or i were having a bad day. So i bowed out. I considered how theyd be affected on top of you. I dont wanna get in the way of you progging. Question: for someone that rqided qnd tqnked a lot on harbinger...why do3snt kell know her rotation or have qny achievements to show for it. This fucking list is growing cody and last i checked she started using the "i forgot" card. Yeah, no. She takes numerous screen shots. Theres no fucking way. Shes a hack and shes caught. She has q big ass mouth that brags but has nothing to show for it. Look at both behavior qnd actions cody...her shit isnt lining up Blame me qll you wqnt but dont cry if you fake friends around you. But mind you, fake friends will tell you eant you want to hear. Doesnt meqn they have to be sincere. You hqve reql friends available you chose fake over them. Trust me whrn i say i didnt send anyone after either ofbyour asses. 1. Im not the type and 2. You all are fucking yourselves over on your own just fine without me and i cant do shit to stop it. Yall are fucking stubborn