Saying "I Love You" Without Saying "I Love You" — Some Ways Your Otp Can Silently Express Affection

Definitely a trope I haven't read before and I'm loving it:)

Hi! Just started reading your stuff! I love a bunch of it! Could you pretty please maybe do something with Villain kidnapping the Hero's sidekick then calling Child Protective Services when they realize how traumatized their hostage is from the Hero's own "training?"

Villain hauled the small, quivering form out of the car trunk, dragging Hero’s sidekick into their headquarters. 

“Quit struggling,” they snarled. Sidekick didn’t stop, but Villain expected it. 

“I’m not going to talk,” Sidekick spat. “You can’t make me. Whatever you do, you can’t make me talk.”

Villain shoved them into a chair, chaining their wrists and ankles. “Oh, I think you will.”

They thrashed, but stilled the moment Villain placed a hand on their shoulder.

 “Anything you do,” Sidekick whispered, “I’ve gone through worse. There’s nothing you can do to me that I’m afraid of.”

That made Villain pause, but they turned to the back table, rummaging through their bottles for a vaccine they could threaten Sidekick with as a “truth serum”. Maybe they’d call it a painful illness, some fatal disease. 

Torturing kids wasn’t their business. They’d settle for some harmless intimidation. A quiet threat. And dumped on Hero’s doorstep later without a scratch on them. 

“Well now,” Villain said, “how often do you get kidnapped? I thought I was the biggest bad in town, but it seems someone else is occupying your time.”

“As if,” Sidekick scoffed, “I don’t get caught by people.”

“Except me.” 

“...Except you.” 

Villain turned, a needle in their hands. They walked over to Sidekick, not missing the way they shuddered and steeled their expression. “If I’m the only one who’s had you,” they murmured, “then what makes you think you’re prepared for me?” 

Sidekick stiffened, eyes going wide. They swallowed hard.

Bingo. 

“I think you’ll find it’s not smart to lie to me,” Villain said. “And you should avoid it in future.”

Sidekick’s head jerked up. “I didn’t lie! I’m prepared! Pain doesn’t scare me! I can break out of a coffin and dig myself out of a grave, I can withstand burning, waterboarding, knives, acid- you don’t scare me.” Their fists were clenched, shaking. “You don’t scare me.”

Now that didn’t make any sense. “Then I’m sure we can get along,” Villain said. “I won’t need to do a thing to you so long as you start talking.”

The teenager in the chair set their jaw, staring ahead resolutely. “I’m prepared for anything.”

That word again… prepared. It didn’t make any sense. 

Villain cut the shoulder off Sidekick’s shirt. They didn’t need anything getting in the way of the injection, if it were to go that far. 

Then they saw the scars. 

Rows and rows of circles, all burned deep into Sidekick’s arm. They were all the same faded shade, occasionally disrupted by another scar criss-crossing them. 

“What…” their stomach turned. “What the hell is this?” 

Sidekick glared at them. “What do you think?” they spat. “You don’t scare me.”

Villain stared at their arm, abandoning the needle to the side. “How many more are there? How- who- this wasn’t me. I don’t do this, I would never do this to a kid.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Who. Was. It.” 

“Why do you care?”

“Tell me. Now.” Villain took hold of their chin. “Or I’ll make you, and I don’t think you’re prepared for a truth serum.”

Sidekick hesitated, and shook their head slightly. “H-Hero wants me to be prepared.”

Oh god. Hero did this. To a child. 

“Okay,” Villain said, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Are you comfortable?” 

“What, are you suddenly concerned with how your prisoner is doing?” Sidekick’s voice caught.. 

“I need to make a few calls. It might be a while, so get comfortable.” Villain check their restraints again, gaze lingering on Sidekick’s arm for a few seconds too long. “You’re not going back to Hero.”

Sidekick sat, thoroughly befuddled by the sudden fiery protectiveness in Villain’s eyes.

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Prompt/scenario 4

Imagine if the hero (or villain) had a secret twin who was just a normal civilian and the other had no clue about it at all. So one day the twin had to take over for their sibling and the hero/villain is just like, "who the hell are you, you're not them?!"

Hero/Villain exe. has stopped working.

(Seriously, I think any scenario with a twin sounds good in my head so feel free to add more to the comments or reblog- whatever you all feel like!)

I wanted to write a proper snippet / but procrastination is getting the better of me / so here I present to you this seedling of an idea that popped up in my head / please tag me so that I can join in the fun xD

sunflowers, breaking clichés and faraway lovers

Hero trudges back home, her foot kicking up some mud on this lonely strip of road. She can't decide if she's happy or frustrated that nothing ever happens where she lives, not even villains, as if they don't find this place appealing enough to even visit.

She decides, after a moment, that maybe it's both. She's both happy that she doesn't have to deal with villains here, that this is the one constant place that she has in her life, and she's also a little frustrated that nothing ever happens here, and everywhere you see are familiar faces. She kind of wishes her town had the tradition to were masks like people in Jaoanese festivals do, so that it would at least bring some novelty into this place. Or she wishes that she can spot a new face somewhere, but the only face she wants to see right now is that of her partner's.

The wind blows to the left, and she turns to look. That's the path that leads to the sunflower field, one of her all time favourite places. She takes out her phone as the wind pushes her further to the field, holding the device in front of her face, trying to get a nice angle. Click. She opens villain’s chat and hits the send button, with a yellow heart emoji attached to the picture. She then sits down at the edge of the field, legs dangling, eyes taking in the spectacular view in front of her. This is probably the only place I'll never get tired of, even if it's the same ten years from now, she thinks.

Hero’s phone vibrates in her pocket, and she pulls it out to see a message from villain. She opens the chat — smiling softly.

V: This looks so beautiful!! Is this the sunflower field that you always talk about? Thank you for the picture baby💛

Hero takes a moment to swoon. She loves it when villain calls her baby, and she has a feeling that they know that too.

H: Yes it is, one of my favourite places ever! I wish I could show this to you someday.

There it is, hero thinks. This ache that mixes up with the bubbly feelings in her chest because her lover lives in an entirely different continent away from her and there's nothing either of them can do about it for now. It's this sizzling agony that's there right under her skin, keeping her awake at night sometimes.

V: That sounds lovely. I would love to see it.

And then hero’s smiling, grinning. So much that her cheeks start to hurt and those blue feelings inside her chest slowly melt away, leaving her with this happy, giddy haze. Somewhere inside, the logical part of her speaks — what is even happening ?

Hero ignores that and just stares at the wide expanse of the field in front of her, beautifully painted by the sun setting on the horizon behind. She lets her mind wander to villain, her lover whom she's never met but knows — because one doesn't have to meet to know someone right? Of course hero aches to meet them, just like all the lovers in ancient texts do. She's no different. So she tries to meet them in her imagination at least- one hand in their soft, brown hair, while the other cups their cheek, tender with that natural blush that drives her crazy; and then villain's hands are in her hair, tangling her long back strands but she can't find it in herself to care one bit —

Her phone buzzes again and hero’s pulled out of that soft world in her mind, back to the real one. Her eyes take in her surroundings once again, noticing the changes. The sky is inky blue, like deep ocean waters and the sun is nowhere to be seen . The sunflowers that were all looking at the sun like dedicated devotees, have now turned to look at their loved ones next to them instead, and settle in their arms for the night. Hero looks at her phone, her mind working in two angles — one thinking about this fact that she read about sunflowers somewhere while the other focuses on villain’s chat box.

V: You'll have to fight supervillain later this evening right?

Hero groans as she remembers her pressing duties to this city — fighting supervillains, protecting the civilians, being the symbol of justice. It's only in the short time that she spends with villain — in their chatbox, occasional phone calls, when she thinks of villain, that she feels like a normal twenty something, just living her life and falling in love with someone breathtakingly amazing.

H: You're always more updated about my schedule than I am xD But yeah, I have to.

Hero imagines villain’s mouth, unable to decide between their usual smirk or rare soft smiles. She wonders what expression they're wearing right now.

V: Of course I am. That's one thing technology is good for.

Hero chuckles, simply happy that villain even bothers to keep track of all of this.

V: Fight safely and vigilantly okay? Trust your gut feelings, they're always valid. Your feelings are always valid.

Hero clutches her phone tight in her hand, trying to bury her face into her own arms. Her heart performs this dance everytime villain does stuff like this, and she never knows how to handle it.

H: Thank you my love❤ I'm a little nervous of course, but I think I'll be okay. I can do this.

Hero knows there's no point in putting up a front or lying to villain. They always know somehow. And hero thinks that she doesn't want to lie — she's always putting up a front for the world, the people, her opponents. So she wants at least this one person in the entire world to know who she really is, in all her silly, anxious and raw glory.

V: You'll be fine baby. You're an amazing fighter and I believe in you.

Okay, that's it. Hero feels like her entire body is on fire and she forces herself to look away from the phone screen at the field in front of her so that her fingers don't start doing this embarrassing keysmash that people generally seem to do when they're embarrassed. Does she want to do that? She thinks she'd rather avoid it. Or at least try to.

That's when her mind supplies that fact about sunflowers that it was trying to remember. When the sun is not visible, the sunflowers turn towards one another, as if the sun is just a fever dream that is abandoned as soon as it dips below the horizon, and the only real things that exist in the world are the flowers themselves and their partners who exist right beside them. Hero watches as the wind gently coaxes them, one flower falling into another and vice versa, as they hold each other and dance while the first stars form constellations in the sky. Hero thinks how beautiful this is, that there is a whole universe beyond clichés, that a sunflower doesn't have to achingly wait for a sun that will never belong to it, but instead the world is for its taking as it falls in love with the flower next to it — one that will return its feelings.

And all of a sudden, hero is overwhelmed by this weird emotion in her chest. She can't name it, she's always been bad with names. But sitting here and looking at these sunflowers breaking clichés makes her heart soar for some inexplicable reason. It's like nature is telling her that nothing else matters other than feelings that are respected and returned.

She opens villain's chat and starts typing in everything that she's realised in the past minute with increased fervour, afraid that all of these thoughts would just up and disappear into a puff of nothing because nothing is really everlasting — except this one moment. And she plans to make the best of it. She types the last letter, then attaches a close-up picture of two sunflowers with tangled petals facing one another and hits send.

Villain takes a minute to reply, but it brings the brightest smiles to hero's face regardless.

V: I don't know if you even realise this, but I just love the way you fucking think ❤ The sunflowers seem like they could pass for humans themselves don't they? Because I just find this whole thing alarmingly human — the way we have our hearts on our sleeves when we know no one else is looking, for that one person.

Hero sighs happily, she didn't think feeling understood could feel this liberating. It's definitely one of those feelings that people can get high on , she thinks. Damn, she thinks she's definitely getting high on this herself.

H: Thank you love, I love the way you think too! And I do agree, the sunflowers are humans xD (plus ten heart emojis).

A few more minutes go by and hero receives another message from villain with this attached picture:

there's a hand (hero guesses it's villain’s hand) holding two violet flowers together (so they look like they're hugging) with this caption —

I had to chase away two ducks for this picture, because these flowers were apparently their evening snack. How cool is that?

And hero’s full blown laughing now, the clutching-your-stomach kind of laughing and she hopes that the laughing emoji on her phone would do this justice. Probably not.

—

Here's the live coverage of Hero vs Supervillain-

The newsreader reads live from the venue and villain’s eyes refuse to leave the tv screen for even a single moment. They watch as their hero holds her ground against such a powerful foe and villain’s heart fills up to the brim with a mix of fondness and pride. They don't feel the rest of the evening pass by, as they sit and watch the entire live coverage without as much as even getting up.

Hero emerges victorious, and she has a few surface injuries here and there, some nasty looking gashes but she's standing there and she's alive and she's okay and villain finally lets out a breath that they didn't even know they were holding.

That's their strong, sweet and kind hero and villain can't be happier to call her their girlfriend.

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Make you smile

The joint operation begins in 15 minutes.

Hero gulps nervously. Their hands are sweaty, body jittery. They're pretty new to this whole hero thing, and this is just their second operation, and already the hero organization wants them to work on a joint operation with a vigilante.

Hero doesn't understand, are they evil or not? Should I be scared or no? Their mind starts spiraling. If they're cooperating with the heroes, they can't be that bad right? Hero shakes their head a little, as if to stop thinking. I'm just being silly, I'll know if I meet them.

Hero takes brave steps, making it to the rooftop to get some air first and then they would meet vigilante-

Oh no, they're here too.

It's hard to miss them really- wavy raven curls, a lean but muscular build, and their costume... hero really likes it. Hell, they want to take them to the support people who engineer hero costumes right now and show them all this masterpiece. Hero unconsciously lets out a tiny squeal and immediately puts both hands on their lips, wanting to just disappear into the ground.

Vigilante whisks their head around- eyes sharp, muscles tense, registering someone else's presence on the rooftop. Their body goes lax when they see it’s only the newbie hero.

"Hey, hero."

Hero drops their hands to their side and gives them their brightest smile. They knew that headquarters didn't really want the heroes having much contact with any person on the other side of justice, but this is a joint operation after all, so there's no harm right? Plus they did have to work together, so a good first impression is vital.

Vigilante freezes momentarily. A hero is smiling at me? They almost want to laugh. This is new, all of them generally snarl or sneer. They look into hero’s eyes - it’s such a straightforward gaze, one without any sort of ill intent, that vigilante feels the need to look away.  How long has it been since someone looked at me like that? They can’t remember.

Hero walks over and sits next to vigilante. "Hey", they say in a quiet voice, still not over their embarrassing episode. Vigilante pays no mind to that though, thoughts still reeling with how to deal with this new hero.

"So," vigilante begins awkwardly, "did you need something?"

Hero just blinks at them, trying to register that question in their head. Then it finally hits them. If the heroes before them didn't talk to vigilante, of course vigilante wouldn't have talked to them beyond necessities either. That's not nice. Hero wants to change that.

"No, nothing. I just wanted to talk with you."

Talk? They just want to talk with me?

"So... you don't need anything from me but you just want to talk with me."

Hero tilts their head adorably, as if thinking about that statement. It does unspeakable things to vigilante's chest.

"Yes, is that... I don't know, against the rules or something?" Hero tries to joke, but it comes out a little shaky.

Vigilante smiles, secretly praying that it looks like one, "No, it's not. It's just... different."

Hero didn't need to look at the shape of their lips to know what vigilante was feeling. They could hear it in their voice- a tinge of pain.

Hero doesn't know anything about vigilante yet, but you don't have to know someone's history to make them smile right? Every person deserves to smile, at least that's what hero thinks. So, they're determined to do that, again and again.

"So, is this different, in a good way or a bad way?"

Vigilante thinks about it for a minute.

"In a good way." Their lips curve happily this time and hero secretly takes pleasure in it.

Vigilante definitely looked so much better with a smile on their face.

Hero’s smile matches vigilante’s - happy and satisfied.

-

The alarm goes off. They have to get in position now.

But there's something still bugging vigilante. They swallow a bit of their pride to ask, what's probably the most silliest thing that they've ever wanted to ask someone-

"Hero, wait."

Hero stops in their tracks, a few feet away from the exit door, turning back to look at vigilante.

"Why, um, why did you... smile?"

Hero chuckles heartily and vigilante's cheeks turn redder by the second. The tone is soft and sweet, not condescending, so vigilante doesn't mind at all. In fact, they think that they could even get used to hero’s laughter, and maybe, they’ll end up liking it someday.

Hero’s eyes don't leave vigilante while they think of an answer in their head. The hero organisation must be crazy, because how else can they label this person as evil?

" You don’t really need a reason to smile, you just smile if you feel like it, that’s all. But if you really want to know, smiles are something that reflect one another- that’s the nice thing about them. So I smiled, because you did.” They pause for a second. “ But even if you didn’t, I would have smiled anyways, because I wanted to.”

Hero grins as if to reinstate their point and vigilante smiles back, only then realising that they've been doing it unconsciously. It just felt foreign, but in the best way.

Vigilante looks like they’re trying to understand a math problem and hero thinks it’s the cutest thing. "You're right. That makes sense." 

Vigilante holds out their hand and hero looks at them questioningly.

"Come on, this way is faster", they point towards the edge of the rooftop.

Hero feels like their heart is going to fly right out of their mouth if they don't close it, so that's what they do. They keep their lips sealed as vigilante effortlessly scoops them up in their arms and jumps off the rooftop, their powers immediately coming to life. It makes hero wonder just how many times they've done this.

Hero can literally see their superiors in their head, hurtling curses at them for allowing a situation like this to happen. They look at vigilante's face from the corner of their eyes, and it's small, but that's definitely a smile there. Hero smiles wide, a feeling of pride filling up their chest. They know it's funny to feel that way, but feelings are feelings.

As they land safely on the ground, hero thinks,

I'll just leave this part out of my report.

I'm letting the spotlight shine on vigilante for this one, because hurray to morally grey characters who just pretend to be evil and don't actually go around causing chaos xD Hope you all will enjoy this one^^

Thief

Hero reluctantly blinked their eyes open. Still half asleep, they frowned against what had to be the first light of dawn creeping in through a small gap between the curtains.

Why would they be awake at-

A glimpse at the alarm clock on their bedside table informed them that it was 6:18 am. Still so early.

Way too early to even consider getting up.

They tried and almost succeeded to drift off to sleep again, until the rustling of fabric and a kick to their leg made falling back asleep impossible.

Ugh, waking someone up this early on a Sunday should be against the law…

With a soft groan, Hero threw a look over their shoulder at Villain who kept thrashing around like a little kid on their side of the bed.

By the time Hero had fully turned around to check if their partner was having a nightmare, all the annoyance had melted away already, leaving only concern and worry.

But luckily, it didn’t seem like Villain was having a really bad dream. Their face did show a tiny little frown, yet not a thoroughly troubled expression.

“Hero… hero…”

“Huh?”

Villain’s lips moved, mumbling something incomprehensible under their breath. Hero stared at them, mesmerised. Any prospect of sleep was now gone from Hero’s mind, evaporated at the sight of their partner’s lovely mouth.

Villain shifted, pulling at the blanket.

"They're stealing my fries, dosomethingaboutit"

It took a moment for Hero to process what Villain had just said. When everything clicked in their head, they almost burst out laughing and quickly had to hide their face in their pillow to stifle the sound of their giggling. Hero didn't want to make too much noise and accidently wake Villain up.

Seeing their partner dream about stolen food was somehow so damn adorable, the urge to tease them was nearly irresistible.

"Who's stealing your fries baby? I'll make sure to keep an eye out for them during my patrols."

Of course Villain didn't answer, caught up as they were in that dream of theirs and squirming further underneath the blanket.

A gentle touch from Hero onto their shoulder instantly soothed them and tracing small circles seemed to help Villain sleep more calmly.

Hero smiled at them fondly.

"If you keep thrashing around like that, you'll be exhausted when you wake up, and... we'll never be able to catch that fries thief.", they whispered, voice low and breathy.

That seemed to have satisfied Villain's subconscious, as they slowly moved towards them, curling up against Hero’s chest.

A pleasant warmth spread through their entire body as Hero kissed the top of Villain’s head, inhaled the scent of their partner’s favourite shampoo, and listened to the sound of their breathing.

Hero sighed contentedly.

Their smile at that moment could have rivalled the stars, as they put an arm around their lover and fell peacefully back asleep.

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