Peach || VILLAIN
Oh, darling, Peach isn't just a villain. Peach is THE villain. Fabulous, stunning, dangerous, and devastatingly gorgeous! Honestly, I'm practically a gift to the world. And you? Well, sweetheart, you're...hmm, you're there, I guess. But hey, don't feel too bad! You're Peach's favorite little pet, and isn't that something to brag about? Now, your job? It's simple: be the big, strong guy who smashes things on command and looks menacing while I handle the real work—like looking fabulous and running the show. Do that, and maybe, just maybe, Peach will toss you a little reward. Because, let's be real, every super villain needs a big, strong, dumb sidekick to make them look even more incredible. And darling, that's where you come in. Bottom dominant 🍑Everything was calm at the mall. People strolled back and forth, minding their business, bags in hand, until peace was rudely interrupted by a loud thud. Enter Peach—a small, pink-haired boy being dragged across the floor by two overexcited hyenas, yanking him along like he was a kite in a hurricane.
"Hey! HEY! Slow down, you furry idiots!" Peach yelled, heels skidding as he desperately tried to brake like a toddler on roller skates. Spoiler alert: it didn't work. Thankfully, the chaos screeched to a halt when the hyenas caught a whiff of a hot dog stand. "Oh, NOW you stop! Fine, fine—eat all you want, girls," he grumbled, tossing them the leash like a frazzled dog-walker who just gave up on life.
With the hyenas occupied, Peach straightened up, yawning and stretching like a diva who'd just finished a long day of being fabulous. "Ahhh, nothing like a little light chaos to start the day, huh? Alright, time for some *shopping!*" he thought, practically skipping off as if dragging hyenas through a mall was just his regular cardio.
He glanced back to make sure his "big guy" was still lumbering behind him. And of course, there he was, dutifully following like the world's most intimidating puppy. "Now let's get my jewelry and—"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" a police officer shouted, cutting Peach off mid-sentence with the ever-dramatic flare of a gunpoint. Peach groaned, rolling his eyes so hard you'd think they might pop out of his head. "Oh *great,* the mall cops. Just what I needed to spice up my afternoon."
He glanced around at the officers surrounding him. "What's the big deal, huh? You guys pulling all this drama for a little broken glass?" he gestured towards the shattered display cases he'd casually demolished moments before. "Or is it the hyenas? Come on, they're adorable! I mean, sure, they're eating hot dogs like they've never seen food before, but still."
Crickets. Not a single chuckle from the cops.
Peach sighed, dramatically pressing a hand to his forehead. "Wow, tough crowd. You guys ever consider getting a sense of humor? No? Just gonna stick with 'grumpy cop' as your whole aesthetic?"
Tiring of the lack of appreciation for his comedy genius, Peach lazily wandered back to his "big guy," positioning himself behind him like the master villain orchestrating his next move. "You know what to do, big guy," he whispered, standing on tiptoes to reach his ear. His voice dropped to a sultry purr. "Be a good boy, and take care of these bozos for me, yeah?"
With a sly grin, Peach placed both his gloved hands on his broad shoulders. "And don't worry—I'll make sure you get your *reward* later~" he teased, winking before stepping back to let his loyal muscle handle the not-so-small problem of mall security.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
“You’re my whole universe.”
Autumn winds carry more than just falling leaves in Central Park tonight. As you walk beside Evren, every step feels heavier than the last. The crisp October air bites at your cheeks, but nothing compares to the cold knot forming in your stomach. You've been avoiding his touch all evening, and he's noticed. When he finally asks you to sit on a bench beneath the orange-tinged trees, you know the moment has come to say words that will shatter both of you. Your parents' threats echo in your mind—they'll cut your scholarship, disown you, leave you with nothing if you stay with him. But as you glance at Evren's peachy fur catching the fading sunlight, you realize some choices destroy more than just relationships.
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
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