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LOVE THISSS HAHAHA

Villain and Hero being roomates,

Villain : *singing in front of the bathroom mirror* heartbreak is one thing~ my ego's another, I beg you don't embarass me-

Hero : *from inside the shower* MOTHERFUCKER!

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Thanks for the tag! Also, should I call you neon or kazoo? 🤔

Favorite color : 🤍🤍🤍

Last song : LOYALTY by Daniel di Angelo

Currently reading : Okay I'm trying something new, it's pretty dark, called "Kiss the Villain" By Rina Kent. The title intrigued me a LOT

Currently watching : I very..very rarely watch any series or movies because of college. But I do like short films such as cartoons, currently interested in Dany phantom and Kim Possible but I think I'm going to start watching "A Simple Favor" (I KNOW I'M LATE BUT IT SEEMED RLLY GOOD)

Currently craving : meat meat meat, idk I like my food hard so I can bite into it

Coffee or tea: Milk! Here's a fun fact, a doctor of mine said that drinking milk could complement your other malnutritions, I think that's what he said from what I remembered? correct me if I'm wrong

I don't think I have six mutuals lol, have fun! (No pressure)

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1. Favourite colour: Teal

2. Last song: Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry

3. Currently reading: Outlander Series (technically it’s collecting dust on my bookshelf because I mostly read fanfic…)

4. Currently watching: Single’s Inferno, Medium, and forever casually rewatching SPN

5. Currently craving: the bag of sweet chilli & sour cream chips I bought earlier (just waiting for kiddos to go to bed)

6. Coffee or tea: coffee! An iced latte any season.

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Hero, Villain, and their small family

Villain buried his face in her hair, taking in the sweet scent of her. Hero always smelled of a familiar flowers, he didn't know how she's able to do that despite always fighting and sweating 24/7, but it always soothed him. He then moves away to look at her eyes,

"you should go rest, darling. you look tired."

Hero flared her brows up, exhaustion was a look that painted her face but she didn't want to sleep. She couldn't. Not when their toddler almost got kidnapped by a mysterious figure today. Villain followed her gaze, his eyes becoming soft at the sleeping child on the cradle.

"i'll watch over her. go get some rest, Hero" Villain insisted. And finally, Hero nodded. She walked towards the door before looking back at Villain again,

"Are you sure?"

Villain nodded, "I'm sure, go on. I'll be right here." Hero smiled slowly, mouthing a thank you before walking out of the baby's room. Villain then turned his gaze back to their little girl, watching her sleep peacefully on the couch. She looked so innocent..so fragile. The thought of someone trying to hurt her again made his blood boil and his mind was already turning with the ways to torture the person who almost kidnapped her.

Meanwhile.. Hero didn't sleep. Of course. She couldn't! The moment she got in the bedroom, she grabbed her phone and called the only person she trusted to help with this kind of stuff. The phone rang for a couple of seconds, before someone picked up the phone. A deep voice spoke trough the line,

"Hello?"

"Superhero, I need your help"

"What's wrong? What do you need?"

"Someone..tried to take my baby, I need every information you could get me about the person"

"What? Are you and the baby okay? What happened?"

Hero told him the entire story, explaining everything that happened. Superhero was quite for a moment,

"...this is concerning"

"It's more than concerning, it's terrifying"

"I'll look into it, I'll let you know if I find anything"

"Thank you, Superhero"

"Take care of yourself, yeah?"

Hero gave a weak smile, glancing down at her phone, feeling a bit calmer now, "I will. You too..and your husband, how is Supervillain doing?"

Superhero chuckled, "He's good. He's just..the same as always"

"Has he been the pain in the ass as usual?" Hero spoke, a smirk on her face.

"oh, you have no idea how much! It's like trying to handle an angry 5 years old with anger issues."

Hero laughs, "Sounds just about right. It's hard to imagine him being sweet huh? Isn't he like 50 though?"

"Oh, trust me, he's not sweet. not even once in a blue moon. he just..get worst with age. and trust me, i know he's 49. he's the biggest pain in the ass, but he's my pain in the ass." Superhero chuckled softly in the call.

Hero shakes her head, still with the smile on her face, "Got it, but please call as soon as you get any information"

"I will" Superhero pauses, his tone getting serious again, "stay safe, okay?"

"I will. You too" Hero spoke before hanging up the call, she sits down on the bed with a sigh. Why was it so hard to be with someone you love? The obstacles Hero and Villain had to go trough just to be with each other couldn't be counted by hands. From their marriage to having their first-born.

But despite all that, Hero was grateful to still have someone to talk to. Superhero, her parents, Villainn's parents...even though they showed their care in a different way. She swore to not let any more harm come to her small family, whether as a hero, a wife, or a mother.

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Unseen obsession

Hero is very, very unfortunate when it comes to their arch nemesis. Not knowing how much the Villain is obsessed with them.

Hero's naivety makes sense. Villain doesn't usually show his dark– twisted side when it comes to professional business. But deep down, it's more than who Villain is on the surface...

Villain watches their every move, their fighting stance. Their style. And every, single detailed information about the Hero, their hobbies, their working place, and their apartment...

Villain didn't just want to fight Hero–  he wanted to feel them. Possess them. Control them. Break them... Villain knew the Hero's strongest point, their weakest point. Victories and their failures. The idea alone of their hero— defeated, kneeling under his gaze. With scars and bruises marked by Villain sends shivers over his body.

—But no, Villain can't do that, he couldn't do those unspeakable– humiliating things to his poor little hero. That'll kill off their confidence, their spirit as a protector of the city. No. That won't happen...

...Not yet.

"Hush, my dear hero. Save that lovely voice of yours for later, mkay?" Villain spoke in a hushed, smooth tone.

He traces their delicate face– down to Hero's lips, stopping at the healed mark on their neck...

"–The scar looks good on you, marked by my very own blade" the Villain beams in delight, looking at his precious trophy bound on a "luxurious" chair. Hands tied behind them. And trapped inside in his villainous base, underground lair.

The hero wanted to avert his obsessive eyes, but Villain immediately grips their face– almost as if he knew Hero was about to look away. Not harsh, not gentle. Just a warning sign of their teensy defiance.

"Ah, ah, ah. Why shy away? You shouldn't be afraid showing your true colors to me, dear nemesis. That includes your struggles. Your scars, marked around your body."

"That's kind of bold, coming from you" The hero spat, angry tears began to form behind their eyes...

"Oh my, so much fire! Just for me..." The Villain coos, wiping a single tear slips freely to Hero's face. "don't look so down to yourself, dear nemesis, you have me... And only me"

Unknowing to Hero. The Villain's room was covered full of their photos taken secretly from shadows. Newspapers, notes, and collections about Hero all hanging on his wall. Not one detail he had missed. Their smiles, their hobbies, work, and when they bleed...

Villain didn't want to kill the Hero– Not yet. Killing would be too easy, that's like skipping the best chapters of their journey. No. He wanted it slow– savoring their experiences, their life, their memories, and their love... Villain wanted to be the very last person the hero sees when finally closes their eyes.

But beneath his obsession it was hunger– desperate, all too eager to possess. To break them. To taste their soul, their confidence... Villain wants Hero to look at him to his eye when their spirit dies. He wants them to see him in a way— not as their nemesis, not as their hated foe... but the one who truly knows them best. The one who understands them deeply. One who stays with them till their last breath.

"You make me feel special..." the Villain whispered confession. He kneels In front of the hero, and hugs their legs–

"That's creepy you bastard!" The hero screamed, struggling at their restraints. "Get off of ME!"

The villain stood, retreated a few steps. Their hands up in mocking reassurance. "Why do you worry so much? I don't bite~"

He stepped closer, face just inches away. Villain lifts Hero's chin up– Eyes meet each other's burning gaze.

In his mind, Hero wasn't just his arch nemesis. They are connected together by soul– their deep essence, bound together for eternity. If his Hero didn't feel this yet... Then they will eventually. Villain will make sure of it.

"Without you, interfering into my life, what would I be now...?" He whispered...

Then– to Hero's horror. The Villain's lip met theirs.

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Hello!! Can you please do a flirty hero and a flirty villain who cant keeps their hands off eachother, even in the presence of both boss, just leading them to be more discreet

“Of all the fake covers in the world, the two of you chose this?” Sidekick whispered, already reaching a state of utter disbelief and borderline disappointment in record time. A feat that seemed to be achieved every time their mentor spoke with the criminal before them.

Villain’s arm squeezed tighter around the hero’s waist, who squirmed slightly in response. Pretending as though they ever had to pretend to like it. It was a difficult trick to balance; act too disgusted towards their supposed partner, their cover is blown out the water, and they risk the mission collapsing like a house of cards. Play too well into the role of the lovestuck fiance, and risk their teams growing suspiscious.

Sure, every hero and every villain in the area knew how the pair acted when they were together. When the city’s darling heartthrob and the criminal known for catching rookies off guard with flirtation and seduction first met, nobody had really expected things to end differently, much to the dismay of their respective bosses. However, this was different. Sincere, almost. Lovers: that’s what they were playing. The type of honeymooners with sticky sweet pet names and long, drawn-out kisses that always seemed to linger. The type of connection that, if genuine, would raise the alarm bells of every one of their superiors within seconds.

“You know me, Sidekick, all my best roles have been of the… romantic sort. Nobody’ll bat an eye if I don’t leave their sights, and we don’t want to be split up on a case with stakes as high as this,” Hero muttered back, hoping that there was enough of the truth sprinkled in there to stop their teammate from locking onto the lies immediately.

Sidekick took another breath in, the realisation that this was what they’d be dealing with all mission settling in like an anvil meeting hard concrete. They could hardly mask the exasperation in their tone as they raised their voice, careful to stay in character now that their words could be heard. “It’s really so nice of you both to come out here to the countryside to visit. I’d be happy to point you to some of the best places to stop by whilst you’re here, what kind of things are you two looking to do?”

“Oh, a little bit of everything, I’m sure. You only get one honeymoon, why limit yourself, I say,” Villain spoke up, vague enough to let Sidekick point them in the right direction. Neither super had been properly briefed on the actual location. Then, they leaned closer towards the Hero, their breath warm against the protagonist’s skin. “Though, we won’t want to stray too far from the hotel room, if you know what I mean.”

Their voice dropped at that last part as they shot a grin, and Hero had to grit their teeth in order to keep their composure. The bastard wasn’t even trying to take a character here, just attempting to rile up the hero as much as they could. Usually, their nemesis would retort back with an even more sultry remark, free to match their energy. Now, Hero was writhing under the pressure of maintaining image, and it was clear they relished the opportunity to tease.

“Honey, we’re in one of the most beautiful country towns of the country, and the sights are stunning. What’s the point of coming if we spend our time in the bedroom?” Hero chastised playfully.

“I’ll have to agree with you there, the sights are just mesmirising. Can’t take my eyes off of them.”

Hero choked internally at that response. They had expected this, sure, and had even gone over some lines with Villain on the drive here. However, there was something unfamiliar in the way they spoke, something resting underneath the surface that seemed to bubble. Perhaps it was Villain’s tone. It didn’t seem as sweet and fake as they had expected, in fact they weren’t putting on any type of voice. The criminal spoke as though this was usual banter; as though the words that dribbled like honey out of their mouth weren’t a lie made to help solidify a fake cover.

“Baby, you can’t just say these things, we’re in public. I told you in the car not to act so brashly in front of my cousin,” Hero laughed slightly, trying to cover the frustration and get Villain to behave. Yet, they were relentless. The criminal leant impossibly closer, intertwining their fingers with the hero, a gesture so genuine it felt foreign, especially coming from them. Hero blushed slightly.

“Well, I told you not to look so sultry or else we wouldn’t be out for long, but here we are,” the criminal was fully murmuring in Hero’s ear now, a symphony only meant for them. The recipient was far too flustered to respond, so Villain kept on pushing. “I’m just saying, you know how I much I like you in that colour, and with that shirt too? You’re practically trying to make me swoon at that point, sweetheart—“

“Oh hey, would you look at that. I think I left my… bag in the car,” Hero started awkwardly. Then, they sprung up, grabbing their jacket. “Mind coming with me to fetch it, darling?” They sped away without even looking back, heading for the mostly empty parking-lot. They didn’t have to glande behind them to know Villain would be following close. As soon as they reached the parked vehicle they arrived in, Hero spun around, looking more than midly infuriated.

“What on Earth do you think you’re doing in there?”

“Hmm, that’s a funny question. Here I thought it was your idea for us to play lovers,” Villain remarked, moving closer to Hero until their figure was touching the cold metal of the car.

“I didn’t mean you should turn every other sentence into some euphemism about sleeping with me. We’ve both been lectured about this countless times, you know this.”

The lectures, oh, the lectures. As though the reason that Hero was burning up was because they feared reprimanding from their superiors. No, there was something else teetering at the edge of secrecy here. A flicker in Villain’s eyes that left them on the edge of their seat, practically writhing in anticipation. They both knew it.

“But that was the reason you wanted this role, wasn’t it? To not have to hide behind discretion with me anymore? To finally, after months of frustration, get to feel me again in a touch softer than a punch?” Villain only stopped moving when they were a few inches away from Hero’s face.

They were right. Of course, they were right. Hero wanted nothing more than to get back to their old routine of playful banter and persisting touches. It was their own version of a fight in a way, more akin to roulette than anything else. To the both of them, it was a game of endurance: whoever folded under the other’s flirations lost, and Hero’s scale seemed to be tipping against their favour. Maybe it was in the way Villain had spoken to them, and how their gaze seemed to always follow Hero’s movements. Maybe it was a few too many comments about a hotel room for it to come across as casual. Hero gulped.

“Yeah, the usual routine. Not whatever this is. You can push all the blame on me, Villain, but you’re the one who’s looking at me like you want to smooch me,” Hero responding, pretending that all they were feeling was annoyance.

The two had never actually kissed before. Thus far, they had been meeting on a purely professional basis. No time to sneak off and pursue any type of intimacy when there’s a bomb threatening to bring you to a different type of high. Besides, their relationship wasn’t about the pleasure, Hero thought to themself, though the look in Villain’s eyes made them doubt everything.

The villain in question didn’t follow that up with a crude or suggestive joke. They stared for a beat, almost smug. And then, when they did, their words didn’t feel as smooth and calculated.

“Is that what you want, hm? For me to kiss you? Is that what you’re so desperate for that you dragged me out of the room for?” Villain smirked slightly, drowning any sincerity in a flirtatious tone. They wanted Hero to admit it first, the jerk. That way, they wouldn’t be losing the game, because it was Hero falling to their knees, begging. Villain would just be giving them what they wanted. There was no attempt to hide it, not even an attempt to hide that they wanted it to. Because out of the two of them, Villain knew that Hero’s resolve would break first.

And it did. It shattered into a thousand glass shards as Hero clutched at Villain’s shirt, fists balling in frustration, and pulled them into a long overdue kiss. To both of their shocks, it was rather less aggressive than they had both imagined it to be. As their lips entangled, they were both struck with the horrifying realisation that this was a terribly sweet first kiss, and they weren’t even playing a part anymore. What was supposed to be an accumulation of years of tension and flirting had ended up being something more akin to a gentle confession.

When the two parted briefly, panting mostly due to the worry lodged in their throats, Villain started fumbling for the car keys, an uncharacteristically uncoordinated sight. Breathless, Hero spoke.

“I’ll tell Sidekick to email us the location,” they gasped, swinging the car door open carelessly. There were more important things to focus on. “I think we should get back to the hotel room first.”

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THIS OHMYGODDDDDD pls tag me if there's a second part🌟

"You poisoned me." Hero's hand goes to their throat, already feeling the burn, the effect of the toxin. They realized the moment they took a drink from pretty red wine Villain suggested they share.

"Not poison. Not exactly." Villain tuts. "Truth serum. It's considered a minor toxin but by no means dangerous to the average person."

Hero's eyes widen. They feel the sting of betrayal, harsher than the burn in their throat.

"Why?" They croak. "Was this the only reason you suggested dinner together?" Their eyes burn.

Villain eyes them for a moment. "You're privy to a lot of useful information about the other heroes. Information I could find useful. As for your other question," They drawl, "Why? Would you be upset by that?" Villain almost smirks.

Already feeling the effects, Hero is unable to lie. "Yes." They answer quietly. They try to avoid Villain's gaze, waiting for the interrogation to begin, meal abandoned. "I was happy when you asked me." Their words spill out of them unbidden.

They miss the surprised look on Villain's face at this admission. Quiet settles over them for a long moment.

"Looking forward to trying to mend my villainous ways?" Villain eventually huffs. "Did you hope that a nice dinner together would have been enough to change me?" Their tone borders on defensive.

Tears threaten to spill over Hero's lashes. They try to get control of their emotions, but the serum is doing something to their control, their inhibition.

"No." They confess. "No. I just wanted to spend time with you." They still can't meet Villain's gaze, the table below beginning to blur.

"Why?" Villain asks, sounding incredulous, sounding almost spooked. "We're enemies. I've nearly killed you countless times."

Hero gulps, trying to stop the words from coming out, mentally clawing at themselves to stop speaking. They tumble out anyway.

"I like spending time with you." Their hand goes to grip the table, to steady themselves as they lose control of their own voice. "I like spending time with you especially when we're not fighting."

"Stop it." Villain demands. Now it's their turn for their voice to wobble.

"I really like you." Tears brim over Hero's cheeks now, and they hear Villain suck in a harsh breath. They can't stop the words now that they're flowing out. The dam has been broken.

"Stop talking. Stop it." Villain sounds more desperate now.

"I was hoping you'd kiss me tonight."

The table shakes loudly as Villain stands, dining ware nearly falling over. Hero finally looks up at them, trying to blink away their tears. They see Villain's hollowed expression. They let out a rattling breath.

"This was a mistake." Villain finally says. Hero sees the way they dig their nails into the table cloth, before their vision is blurred by more tears. "I shouldn't have done this."

"Dinner..? Or tricking me?" Hero's voice is rough, raspy.

Villain is silent for a long moment. "It doesn't matter. What's done is done." Now it's their turn to not meet Hero's eyes.

"I'd let you take me to dinner again." Hero gulps, the truth still spilling out of them with ease. "I wish you'd take me to dinner again. Even if you trick me another time." Shame swirls in Hero's gut as they admit to this pathetic truth. It doesn't matter how many times they get burned, it won't change how much they imagine Villain's lips on theirs, their hands on them.

"I need to go." Villain's throat bobs. They shove themselves away from the table harshly, the wine spilling over. Hero watches them leave as their tears drip below.

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I can imagine the cinnamon roll teammate looking like

Villain *calls Hero on video cam* Well helo there. I believe I have something of yours.

*there's a cinnamon roll teammate on the screen, clearly in distress*

Hero: They have nothing to do with this!! Release them!!

Villain: "release"?! Dude, come collect them IMMIDIATELLY. They grabbed me in the mall saying they got lost and recognise only me and now they won't let go of my sleeve! I have shit to do, you know?

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Muscles, Bones, and Joints (of the lower leg)

Villain entered the house with the grace of a ghost, feet light as feathers as they glided down the hall to where a soft glow crept out from a doorframe on the left. The hero was, as expected, inside, and seemed to be hard at work.

They sat hunched at a desk, flattened capri sun packet discarded to the side, papers strewn across the rest of the surface with a laptop planted square on top of it all.

From the looks of it, Hero had at least fifteen tabs open, and the poor little laptop fan was working overtime trying not to set fire to the physical notes below it.

A pair of oversized glasses sat slid down on their nose, lenses slightly yellowed. Their hair was a scraggly mess, clip lopsided and hair falling as if they had forgotten they had put in a clip at all.

Last time Villain had seen Hero, they had threatened to not-so-carefully deposit them into the air from a great height with no safety net. Villain hadn’t thought they would take the threat serious enough to hunker down like this, though.

Entranced in a stress-induced panic, Hero spoke to themselves like Villain had already lifted a gun to their head.

“The piriformis thinks it’s so special with its silly little spinal nerves…”

Villain took the opportunity to creep a little closer, as the hero was in no state to notice any disturbance around them.

“Femoral,” they recited, slightly feverishly, “Sartorius, cause females love Jacob. They also love pecs, pectineus. And wrecking things, rectus femoris. And…vast things. The vastuses.”

They shook their head, as if that might cause the information to solidify in their mind.

“Tibial. That’s Tibialis posterior, gastrocnemius, soleus, iliopsoas, and the flexors.”

Their eyes had closed as they attempted to reach deep into their brain for the information.

“Actually, the iliopsoas is innervated by the femoral nerve.”

Hero yelped, spinning around in their chair to come face to face with none other than Villain, their previously-closed eyes blown wide.

“You also forgot the plantaris,” Villain noted.

“I said that!”

“No, you really didn’t.” Villain tilted their head, eyes drawn to the crumpled chip bags that had fallen short of the trash can against the wall.

Hero scoffed, “Next, you’re gonna tell me the linea aspera is on the posterior side of the tibia.”

From the look on Villain’s face, Hero guessed they weren’t doing so hot in the bone department either.

A dull thud accompanied the smacking of Hero’s head against the desk. The villain took the opportunity to circle the table, now standing directly in front of the hero’s bent over form.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to help me study?” Hero mumbled through lips they had slightly lifted from the desk.

“How about I stab you, and you tell me which muscle I hit?” Villain offered, with all the sincerity of a well-armed home invader.

Hero let their head fall back down again, unimpressed by the blade-twirling going on between the villain’s fingers.

“I’m going to failllllll,” they groaned against the paper and wood.

Villain sheathed their daggers and sighed.

“Look at it this way,” the villain comforted mocked with an exaggerated eye roll, “you still have your future as a hero.”

Hero slowly raised their head, fire in their gaze as they threatened, “I am going to hit your extended knee laterally, causing an unhappy triad injury, tearing your medial collateral ligament, and with it damaging your medial meniscus and anterior cruciate ligament so your knee will never feel stable again.”

“That’s the spirit,” Villain chuckled, planting themselves on the desk and turning to face the face the hero with one knee resting on the edge of the wood. They showed a smile that was sure to drive them mad, if they weren’t already there.

“If you ever want to extend your knee again, you and your rectus femoris should get out of my house.”

“But I’m having so much fun,” Villain pouted.

Hero hung their head before assembling their signature law-enforcing hero face.

“Breaking and entering is a crime,” they reminded, “just like it’s a crime that the biceps femoris is in the leg and not the arm.”

Villain, as amused as ever, didn’t move a muscle. At least, none of the muscles Hero could name.

“So are you leaving or not?” They asked impatiently. “I have a practical to study for.”

“Does the gluteus medius insert on the greater trochanter of the femur?”

Hero stared in silence for a moment.

“Does the offer to throw me off a cliff still stand?”

“Only if you can tell me the muscles I would need to use to perform that movement.”

Hero screamed, knowing full well they had only gotten as far as reviewing the legs.

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Villain arches their brow as they hold the paperback novel pinched between their fingers. Hero tries to ignore the heat creeping up their face. Villain doesn't even bother to speak, their face saying saying more than words could.

"I told you already, get the hell out of my house." Hero bites. They can't keep the tremble out of their voice.

Villain doesn't bother to respond to the demand, eyes going back to the book, then back to Hero, then back to the book again.

"I didn't know you were a reader." They begin, mirth beginning to color their tone. The corner of their lips twitch.

"Just shut up and-"

"Loving The Villain, what an interesting title." They're fighting a smirk at this point, as Hero begins to shake visibly. For once, not from fear or irritation in Villain's presence, but unrelenting mortification. They hadn't expected Villain to pull a home invasion today, interrupting their afternoon reading.

Villain returns the book to the coffee table gingerly, before examining the stack of books nearby. Undoubtedly Hero's recent reads.

"Get out." Hero demands again, words wobbling pathetically. Villain pays no mind. They run their fingers down the spines, some books worn from frequent rereads. Favorites, most likely.

"Touched by The Villain, Saved by the Villain," They drawl, "Villain's Mistress." They snicker, picking up another book and noting the risqué cover.

Hero manages to unplant their feet from the ground, stalking over and ripping the novel from Villain's hands. "Leave my stuff alone."

"No way, this is too interesting. I'm learning so much about you today." Their grin stretches from ear to ear, looking more delighted than Hero has ever seen them. "Is it safe to say you have a type?"

Hero moves to stand in front of their book pile, blocking Villain's view. "It -" They lick their lips, hesitating to find the right words, "It doesn't mean anything. It's just books."

Placing a warm hand on their hip, Villain slides Hero out of the way, not commenting on the gasp they let out at the sudden manhandling. They're absolutely not done picking apart their nemesis' literary interests.

"Sure. I'm positive 'My Sweet Villain' has absolutely no connection to anything at all." They tease, picking up another book as they read the synopsis. Villain may be many things, but a fool is not one of them.

"Well, you're an absolute freak," They say, thumping the book into Hero's chest as they instinctively catch it, "Maybe we should start a book club."

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Hiiii, can you please please write something about a hero speaking the name carved into the stone - and waking up a super villain? Thank you!!!

The stone statue loomed over Hero in the midst of the jungle. Looping vines hung over the limbs of the figure, transitioning to the creeping ivy that blanketed the lower half of their body. Hero frowned, unsheathing their sword from their back, and sparked up their power. The flames ignited from their hands, crawling up the hilt and encompassing the blade. With a few quick slashes, the vines fell to the ground, charred.

The sparks died out, but Hero kept their sword in their hand. They circled the statue, cutting away any stray vines. The figure of the statue stood with an arm raised, tensed and prepared for battle. Perhaps showing off, because both rigid hands burned with a stony portrayal of magic.

Hero came back around to the front of the statue. The figure's face was mostly hidden by a loose hood, revealing only a sadistic grin. Hero tilted their head at this, before turning their attention to the statue's base.

A bronze plaque glinted in the sunlight, partially shrouded by ivy. Hero crouched down to it, pulling back the leaves to reveal the sign. It read:

THIS STATUE IS DEDICATED TO--

--and then some strange, long name Hero couldn't immediately mentally pronounce. They moved on to the rest:

PROTECTOR AND AVENGER OF--

Hero's brows pinched. "Regzwoqa?" They said aloud. "What a strange name for a place." They moved back up to the figure's name. "Koo-tuploh-aj..." They paused to lick their lips, and started again. "Koo-tuploh-azajah-kis... zekoon-kapleh?"

As soon as the words left their mouth, a crack sounded out. Hero shot upward, glancing around for intruders and checking around the statue for the source of the sound. At the rear of the statue, in a near-perfect straight line, ran the crack, beginning from the point the base touched the ground to the foot of the figure. Hero's eyes widened slightly at how deep the crack was, just from what? Saying a name?

Was that really what caused it?

Hero rounded the statue and returned to the plague. They said the name again, this time without stumbling.

Hero heard multiple large cracks form and they rushed toward the sound, almost thrown back by the cobweb network across the figure's body. Perhaps one or two more times and the stone would be shattered.

Should they really be doing this? Hero's city needed help, sure, but they had no idea who this person was. They looked really powerful, and... dangerous.

Hero swallowed. The threat that loomed over their city was far too great for Hero to handle on their own. This figure, this hero, had protected a city before, and they certainly had the power to do it again. Hero steeled themselves, circling to the plaque and said the name aloud, one last time, with confidence.

A deafening noise reigned over the sounds of the jungle. Hero stumbled back, shielding their eyes from the dust as the stony blocks cracked and crumbled to the ground. Silence took over just as quickly, and Hero started coughing from the settling dust. And so did the other person, hacking so violently, that Hero dared to blink through their watering eyes to see who had emerged.

The figure stood where the base of their statue remained, descending into a fit that almost concerned Hero. They straightened, rubbing their eyes, and groaned, cursing the hell out of their existence.

Hero swallowed, but didn't dare move. Their heartbeat thumped a steady allegro, and their entire body trembled. The figure removed their hands from their face, blinking their teary eyes, and staring straight at Hero.

Hero took an instinctive step back, their boot crunching on leaves. The other person's expression morphed into a smirk, and then a grin that resembled their stony counterpart. Hero could see it in their eyes, too, and they realized the other hero wasn't wearing their hood.

"Well, well, well," the other hero said. They clasped their hands behind their back and stepped off the platform, heading for Hero. Hero swallowed again, but forced themselves to stay still. This is a hero, after all, and they need their help. "So you're the little sucker that did it, hm? Awoke me from my slumber, brought me back to this miserable, God-forsaken existence."

The other hero stopped in front of Hero, and Hero bristled at how short they were compared to them. "Oh, um, yeah. I did that." Hero lowered their head and scratched the back of their neck. "I'm sorry, but I kinda I needed your help."

The other hero tilted their head, intrigued. They narrowed their eyes. "You're a hero," they noted. "And you need my help?"

"Yes!" Hero's voice cracked. They cleared their throat. "Yes, please. My city is in danger, and it's too much for me to handle on my own." Hero blushed, averting their eyes, but the other hero raised Hero's head up with two fingers under their chin.

The other hero hummed. "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Uh, Hero?"

"Well then, Hero." The other hero chuckled. "Your city is in a lot more danger than you realize." Hero thought they could sense a glimpse of something darker beneath that expression, before it faded. The other hero clapped them on the back, sending Hero stumbling forward with a grunt. "Which is why we need to get to your city as quickly as possible!"

The other hero led Hero out of the woods, and Hero tried to strike up casual conversation. "So, about your name..."

The other hero laughed. "Oh, that thing. Such an unnecessarily long and impersonal reminder of my past life. Please, just call me Supervillain."

So the pair left behind the base of a statue that once was, surrounded by trees and vines and shrubs as far as the eye could see. Unbeknownst to Hero, just a little farther down that path lay a second statue, which stood in waiting. A statue of similar essence to the one Hero encountered, bearing an equally powerful figure, covered in vines and ivy, waiting for the right time to be awakened.

The statue of Superhero.

[atlaserine]

Warm Ginger cookies/biscuits with spices

Tea

Rainy days

Books

That's honestly it. Heaven. There's no winter in where I live but it's alright because pretty sure the rain is trying to drown me on my way home from college.

Anyway, I'm bored. Tell me your comfort food / cultural food that just feel like "home"

👀

[atlaserine]

Please reblog this, it can help save people from self harming

[atlaserine]

Okay, my reason for being busy sometimes is because of med school 💀

(Yes! Med student here, I know the torture, guys)

Anyway, Im in an era where I think I should've gone to criminology and become a detective instead 🕵

Why? BECAUSE I LOVE MYSTERIES AND SOLVING CRIMES

(It all started with gravity falls-)

[atlaserine]

Hero is working for Villain after a deal, turns out the other henchmen didn't like him so much

Villain walked closer to Hero, his gaze flickering over his injuries, his eyes narrowing.

"You look pathetic. You let them get a hit in?"

The hero mentally winced, ouch. "It was three against one-"

"You let yourself get surrounded, you let yourself get ganged up on…that’s the rookie mistake of all mistakes. You never let multiple people gang up on you…you’re better than that, Hero." Villain spoke, his eyes hard on Hero and his tone mocking.

Hero looks into the villains eyes, his face defiant and too prideful.

"I used to fight ten-"

"Don't use that excuse. You're no longer fighting street gangs, you're fighting my men. And my men are tougher and more brutal than some street punks."

[atlaserine]

The end of fighting

Summary: Hero is exhausted, just trying to keep Villain distracted while the rest of the team does their job. And Villain? Villain just might discover something Themes: Power dynamics (some nice kneeling ;)) Possible triggers: Fighting, Murder mentioned, slight suicidal tendencies I guess

With every breath there was a taste of blood in Heros mouth, but they couldn’t take a break. Not yet.

“Come on, is that all you can do?” Villain asked lightly, as if Hero wasn’t even a threat to them. They weren’t. If Hero had been well rested, well equipped by J.U.S.T.I.C.E, things would have been different. But they had been pulling double shifts since Superhero had left, and this had never been supposed to be a fight they would win. They just needed to be a distraction, while the important heroes disabled the bombs. 

“I’m barely getting started”, Hero forced out, attempting another attack but barely managing to reach Villain.

“Ups, too late. Hey, maybe I should buy you a coffee, because this is getting boring.”

“Can you please just shut up?” Hero heard their own desperation and wanted to slam their head into a wall. Never let them see your weak points, you just show them where to attack. But Villain already knew that far too well where to attack Hero, and like J.U.S.T.I.C.E had said, it didn’t matter if Hero died in this fight, as long as it was after the bombs were disabled. The sound of an explosion shook the ground.

“Oh fuck me”, Villain explained, turning their back to Hero as if they weren’t even a threat, and looking at the cloud of smoke that was now rising from the bank. “Guess inflation isn’t going to go up for a while”, they said, sounding oddly unbothered by the whole situation.

Hero thought about running away. They were allowed to, their only mission was to distract Villain until the bombs weren’t a threat any more, which was now, even though things hadn’t played out the way they had wanted. But running away seemed like so much work, and honestly, Hero didn’t see the point. So they just stood there, panting from exhaustion, until Villain turned around.

“Still here?” Villain asked, as if they had read Heros' mind. “Don’t tell me you still want to fight.”

“I don’t care”, Hero got out, still hardly getting any breath. They were sore all over. They were so fucking tired.

“Not to tell you what to do, but you probably should start caring now”, Villain said, taking a menacing step towards Hero. “I mean, my plan just got destroyed. I am angry. I want revenge. And you are right here, in front of me, and it’s your fault. Hero, I am seriously contemplating killing you.”

There was a part of Heros' brain screaming at them to run. They needed to keep fighting, keep going, there was so much they still needed to do. But they also felt so incredibly tired.

“Fine”, Hero heard themself say. Then they fell to their knees. Then they waited for the blow to come.

After a while, the pain in their lungs lessened. Their heartbeat went down to an almost normal rhythm, the sound of blood rushing in their ears subsided. And, curiously, they were still alive.

As Hero dared to look up, they found Villain looking down at them. The expression in their face was something Hero couldn’t place, at least not in this situation. Pity was the thing that came to mind, but Hero knew what pity looked like, and this wasn’t it.

“You could still run away”, Villain offered. “I wouldn’t try to stop you.”

“What’s the point?” Hero asked. Something new seemed to have spread its wings over the two of them, something that seemed strangely comfortable for the situation they were in.

“I don’t know. What would be the point in killing you?”

“I don’t know”, Hero echoed.

“I don’t either. It’s not like you, as a person, have done anything that bad. You just work for a shit corporation.” Hero thought that maybe they should say something about this, probably in defence of J.U.S.T.I.C.E, but it didn’t seem like Villain was expecting them to answer, and honestly, Hero didn’t really care that much about J.U.S.T.I.C.E. It was just the only job they knew how to do. “And it would be a shame to kill somebody that looks so pretty on their knees.”

Forgotten were all thoughts about J.U.S.T.I.C.E. Hero stared up at Villain in absolute shock.

“Oh come on, I can’t be the first person to think that you are cute. I mean, it’s a pathetic-wet-cat kinda charm, but believe me, there’s a substantial audience for that.”

Now Hero really wanted to say something, because they did not want to have a pathetic-wet-cat kinda charm, but there wasn’t exactly a dignified way to defend themself while kneeling in front of Villain. 

The far sound of hurried steps broke the strange tension between them. Villains gaze snapped away from Hero, and they were hurrying to get away. But then, with another look at Hero, they stopped.

“Oh fuck it”, they said out loud, scrambling to get something from their pocked. “Don’t make me regret this. If you ever have a day off, call me, and I’ll buy you that coffee you need.” 

Hero stared dumbly, as a folded piece of paper was pressed into their hand.

“But if you set me up, I will kill you, no matter how cute you look.”

And with that, Villain was gone.

This story featured Hero as Hero and Vigilante as Villain. Will they return?

[atlaserine]

Hi! I just watched Mulan and I think it was AMAZING (which inspired me to send this ask) and I love your writings too! If youre not too busy, can you write a male villain x female hero who disguises as a man but one day in their fight, the villain finds out! You can continue how you'd like the next part to be

Thank u, have a nice day <3

“Well,” the villain said, swallowing hard. “This certainly makes things regarding my sexuality a bit more confusing.”

Out of all the things she had expected him to say, it certainly hadn’t been that.

She dropped her hands down from where they had been protecting her face.

“I’m sorry?”

The villain waved a hand at her, brow furrowing.

“Yeah, you know, this complicates some stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Stuff,” the villain agreed.

She rubbed a hand over her brow.

“So you’re not…mad?”

At first, it had been an accident. She had been undercover, and her disguise had apparently been better than she thought, because the villain had taken one look at her and decided she was a guy. Which she didn’t have a problem with. It for sure made her worry less about her secret identity. But at some point it had been too long for her to correct the villain, so he called her a him and she did her best to drop her voice an octave and failed so spectacularly she was surprised that hadn’t tipped him off in the first place.

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know,” she said, voice wavering. “I’ve been lying to you? Apparently, this is causing a major upheaval in your understanding of your identity? There’s a lot of reasons!”

“Would you…” his brow furrowed. “Like me to be mad at you? Because I can do that if that’s something you need to get through this situation. I’ve been told I’m a good actor. Tree number four in my school play when I was six and all that. Talent you can’t teach, you know?”

She stared, slightly dumbfounded, because this was not what she had expected. This wasn’t even in the same realm, same dimension, as anything she had expected.

“You are being remarkably chill about this.”

The villain laughed, then gestured to himself.

“Oh, no. There’s a fair bit of internalized screaming going on at the moment. Like. Quite a lot to be honest.”

“Screaming,” she said faintly, and he nodded.

“Yeah, loads of it. Which is not your fault at all,” he blurted out, like he truly was incredibly worried about her taking it the wrong way. “I’m just. Grappling with the fact that I don’t like you any less as a woman than when I did when you were—well, when I thought you were—“ he amended, “a man.”

“Oh,” she said intelligently.

And if they were being honest in this acid trip of a conversation, she had a fair bit of internal screaming going on too.

He just stared at her with something like awe. “You’re just. So pretty. Like even as a guy you were pretty. You really can pull off masculinity. Or like. Androgyny. Just for future reference if you’re wondering. Just like. Damn.”

She furrowed her brow.

“Should I be feeling objectified right now?”

“I mean, I don’t think so, but I’m not really the one who should be telling you how you feel.”

He had a fair point with that.

“Okay,” she made a gesture that could have been interpreted as ‘spooked feral raccoon please don’t bite me’ but was mostly just to stop anything else from tumbling out of his mouth. “Can we just run this back before you say more stupid things in an effort to keep all your,” she gave him a dry look. “Internal screaming internalized?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Go for it.”

She sighed. “You liked me as a guy. Apparently quite a bit. And now you know I’m a woman—which by the way, sorry for not telling you, that’s my bad—and you still like me quite a bit. And that’s…helping you discover some things about yourself?”

He thought for a second.

“Pretty much hit the nail on the head, I think.”

“Okay,” she managed. “Okay. In all of my bouts of anxiety surrounding this, this was never any of the scenarios my brain conjured. I’m not even sure the chemicals in my brain would have come up with this. They certainly don’t know how to handle it.”

He frowned, and it was too reminiscent of a kicked puppy for her to look at it for too long. Or directly at it, for that matter.

“What did you think would happen?”

“Murder,” she replied. “Like, an immediate attempt on my life. Very gruesome.”

His eyes snapped to meet hers, filled with so much immediate, panicked concern that she almost choked on it.

“I literally bought you a sandwich last week.”

“And you also threw me into a wall. Lots of mixed signals there so I feel justified in my own insane scenarios.”

“Ok but like. The wall throwing was in a nefarious way.”

“And the sandwich wasn’t?”

“It could have been poisoned. You don’t know. I’m nefarious like that.”

“You’re overusing that word—“

“You ate a potentially poisoned sandwich without thinking about it, which I think we should talk about—“

“It had the good cheese on it, did you think I would turn that down? That stuff is expensive—“

“It’s like seven dollars from Fred Meyer. What cheese are you eating—“

She slapped a hand over his mouth, and his eyes widened to something almost comical.

She was surprised.

He was surprised.

The universe itself was probably surprised.

“We are getting very off topic.”

He nodded behind her hand, but made no move to contribute further to the conversation. Which again. Was probably for the best.

“So.” She glanced over his face. “You like me.”

He paused. Then nodded once.

She blew out a breath. “Okay. Alright. Well, that complicates things for me. I did not calculate for this—“

He snatched her hand from his mouth, but his grip stayed gentle. 

“Wait. Did you think I wouldn’t like you if I knew you were a girl.”

She swallowed. Hard.

“Ok. Well. We can very gladly put that fear to bed.”

She nodded once, and he returned her hand back over his mouth.

She snatched it back before he did something stupid. Like lick her.

She wouldn’t put it past him.

The silence between them was awkward in a way it never had been. 

She kicked at a rock.

“So,” she said.

“So.”

“Haven’t they made a movie about this kind of thing before?”

She shrugged one shoulder.

“What haven’t they made a movie about?”

“Dogs that play basketball.”

“No, I think they got that one.”

His eyes lit up. “Will you—“

“I will not watch it with you,” she said sternly. “I don’t do well with CGI dogs.”

He deflated, morose.

She sighed.

“So gender doesn’t bother you then.”

“I’m beginning to realize gender is a construct,” he said slowly. He stopped for a second. “Unless you like gender! Then it’s very real. I am supportive of Schrödinger’s gender.”

She squinted at him.

“I fear they should have studied you.”

“They did. Didn’t figure anything out though.”

It startled a laugh out of her, and he grinned like it was the best thing in the world.

“You’re not going to go easy on me because I’m a woman, right?”

He looked insulted.

“If I go easy on you, it’s because I’m in love with you,” he corrected. “But then it’s not really fun if there isn’t the underlying threat of serious bodily harm, so unfortunately you’re going to have to deal with more fighting,” he said, very seriously.

She bit her lip to stop the next laugh.

“Oh darn.”

“I know,” he agreed, and she could hear the amusement on his tongue. “What a bummer.”

“Not exactly the word I would have used, but—“

“I know. You use all the serious words in correct circumstances, and I use all the stupid ones at the right times and the smart ones at the wrong ones.”

“I mean. At least you’re aware.”

“At least I’m aware!” He said it proudly.

He looked at her with a sort of extreme fondness she had never been on the receiving end of.

In the distance, something exploded.

She jerked around to look at it, then whirled back to him.

“I should,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder, and he merely stepped back.

“Off you go,” he said, sweeping his arms out like a butler welcoming her into their house.

“You’re not worried I won’t come back?”

He grinned, a boyish thing.

“Oh, you always come back to me.”

She flushed bright red, then took off over the tops of the buildings.

He was right, though.

She always, always, came back.

[atlaserine]

No one wouldve guessed. The Villainess and the Heroine are the bestest of friend.

Villainess gasped with wide eyes at the scene in front of her. Before this, she was about to talk to her boss, Supervillain, when she walked in and saw none other than the only person she can tolerate hugging Supervillain!

Heroine would NEVER.

"You!" Villainess strides toward Supervillain, her heels clicking in the wooden floor. She grabs Supervillain by the collar and pulled him down to her face "What the hell did you do to her?!" She spoke, her blue eyes ready to burn Supervillains own.

Because Heroine would never. Villainess wasn't joking. NEVER...god forbid, hug Supervillain. She hates him. She fights him! She was the epitome of everything right sweet. Everything..opposites to the devil in a suit.

Meanwhile, Supervillain was just as confused as Villainess. Earlier, he thought Heroine was going to fight him as usual when he was just enjoying his coffee and leaning on his office table when she broke in trough the window. He did NOT expect her to hug him with...heart eyes.

Supervillain was caught off guard by Villainess, staring at her in confusion and shock. "Wait, what-" was all he could say before she was dragging him down by the collar. He glanced at her and tried to pull away from her grasp, but the petite woman had a death grip on him.

"Oh my god!" Heroine spoke getting in between them, pushing Villainess away and continued to hug Supervillain's waist

"Don't hurt him" she spoke with furrowed brows and a pout to Villainess.

Both Villianess and Supervillain stared dumbfounded, shocked at the heroine's antics. She was PROTECTING him from the evil, snarky, and sarcastic villianess.

Villainess stared at the Heroine in disbelief.

This can't be happening.

Nonononono-

Heroine was..choosing Supervillain over Villainess! the betrayal!

Villainess eyes flicked towards the supervillain, who was just as shocked and confused as she was, staring wordlessly at the wiman clinging onto him like she was a lifeline.

" W-What the- she's NEVER acted like this before! What's going on?!" Villainess stared at the heroine's unusual behavior.

Wait..pink..heart eyes... Heroines eyes wasn't pink before..nor did it have a heart on it.

Villainess looks to Supervillain again with a glare, "Did you put a love potion on her?!"

Supervillain's eyes widened at the implication. A love potion? He was a supervillain, not a witch.

"Hey now, I would never resort to something so cliché." He crossed his arms, almost insulted while Heroine continued to cling onto him, her arms around his waist and her head on his chest. He awkwardly looked down at her before looking back at a fuming Villainess.

Heroine slowly looks up at Supervillain. She smiled lazily as she traced Supervillain's chest,

"My lovely buggy wuggy villy"

Supervillain cringed internally at the silly nickname the heroine had given him. He was a supervillain! He was the big-bad. Not a damn pet!

"God, please stop. Don't call me that."

He gently tried to push her away but it was no use. Heroine held onto him like a koala to a tree.

The villainess, meanwhile, was beyond furious now. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her knuckles turning white.

"How could you do this to me? I told you to leave Heroine alone!"

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" Supervillain exclaimed, he never touched a love potion in his long villainous career, and he wasn't about to start. Not even for a 'prank' or scheme. He had standards, after all.

Heroine though, continued to hug onto the supervillain, completely oblivious to the tension.

The Villainess was thinking..

If Supervillain didn't do it. No, supervillain would never play tricks like this. It's simply too childish.

She gasped as a realization came to her, looking up at Supervillain and locking eyes with him. Seems like he's come to a realization too when he heard her gasp.

"Villain" They both spoke in unison.