Entertained
Villain lands in the middle of the street, cars swerving to avoid running them over. They double down, panting heavily as their thorax contracts, gasping for air. They make an effort to straighten and take a deep breath that sends a jolt of sharp pain across their torso. Their eyes search the perimeter for any sign of Hero, who they have been fighting since 5 p.m. It was almost midnight, and none were ready to accept defeat.
“So stubborn,” Hero purrs from behind them, wrapping a hand across their torso, so tight Villain thinks their ribcage will crush. “Just yield.”
“You wish,” they almost spit the words, bringing their elbow back in a swift motion. This time it’s Hero that is doubled down and gasping for breath. They press a palm to their knee, looking up with a smirk.
“I wish you were panting for other reasons,” Hero’s gaze is locked on their parted lips. It catches them off guard, but Villain manages to keep their composure. They glance down at Hero’s flushed face and dilated irises. Is this idiot...?
They avoid finishing the thought, instead reaching for Hero’s arm and throwing them across the street and into a backyard. Hero groans, pulling themselves up and squaring up. “How long are we gonna keep doing this?”
“What, you’re tired already?” Villain chuckles at the thought, refusing to acknowledge the burn in their own legs and arms. “Here I thought you’d have better stamina.”
They absolutely did not intend the double meaning behind their words, but the way Hero’s face goes crimson leaves no space for regrets. Hero inhales sharply before meeting their eyes. When they speak, their voice is low and heavy.
“Come here, and I’ll show you my stamina.” It’s the challenge that sends a shudder down Villain’s spine. It has nothing to do with the heat waves running them over or the fact that their body reacts almost immediately. They curse under their breath when Hero bites their lip, waiting for Villain to throw something heavy at them.
Villain does not. They throw Hero. Across the yard and into the abandoned lab - their hideout. Hero sags to the floor, ready to concede defeat. Villain, however, doesn’t spare them the time to speak, instead pulling them up into a standing position and slamming their back against the wall.
“Let’s see how tireless you really are, shall we?” Villain’s gaze oozes resolution despite the teasing tone.
Hero’s brain short-circuits. Unable to grasp the implication behind their words or the smirk which finds its way onto Villain’s face, they stare blankly into the space between themselves and their nemesis while Villain slowly closes the distance. Hero opens their mouth, attempting to speak, but nothing comes out. Villian chuckles, wrapping an arm around them and trailing their fingers over Hero’s quivering lips.
“Not so confident anymore, are we?” Villain whispers against their mouth, their proximity intoxicating. That about does it for Hero, who reaches forward, grabbing the back of Villain’s head and crushing Villain’s lips against their own.
It’s almost 5 a.m. when the sun appears on the horizon. Villain rolls over, covering their eyes and reaching for the curtains to pull them shut. It’s too early, and they have had the longest day and an even longer night to care for the sunrise. Hero mumbles something by their side, so they turn back, pushing the covers down from their face.
“Did I tell you I resigned yesterday?” They yawn lazily. Villain stares at them in shock, but Hero’s eyes remain shut. It takes them a moment of deliberation to understand this night would not have happened had Hero not done that.
“Oh no! Whatever will I do?” They exclaim, forcing Hero’s eyes to flatter open, confusion colouring their features. Villain turns onto their back, pressing the back of their hand to their forehead in a dramatic gesture. “Days of consuming boredom await me.”
Hero can’t help the laugh that escapes their lips. They prop themselves up on one elbow, leaning over Villain with a smug smile.
“I think I can keep you... entertained.”
Villain doesn’t answer, instead wrapping their arms around Hero’s shoulders and pulling them down onto their chest.
Hi, loves! As per your wishes voiced in the poll, I am back with another spicy/flirty story :D I hope you like it and thank you for being here! I’m happy to have you.
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It's my first time on Tumbrl and I'm confused
How the fuck is Supernatural still alive ??Like?? It's older than me and I'm already dead inside
And what does it have to do with that show about firefighters ?
Does it mean that the Merlin fandom is still out there?? Will I find my people ?
And how many people are gay here, exactly??
Also - Trans Jake Peralta wasn't something I thought I needed but boy was I wrong
EDIT: I have now in fact watched 'the show abt firefighters' and am having feelings about it
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He’s always alone
“-y,”
I mean, I’ve never seen him around anyone.
“-my,”
Even the nerds avoid him too.
“-emy,”
He’s not even a freak or a weirdo, just silent.
“-remy,”
He doesn’t even fight back honestly it’s pathetic he just lets people push him around.
“Jeremy,”
But I honestly think it’s more pathetic that I want to be his fucking friend so bad. I have no idea why just something about him makes me feel at ease.
“Jeremy!”
He’s such a breath of fresh air, he doesn’t hide what he feels, he’s genuine I don’t think I’d have to change or watch myself around him. He makes me feel like every single worry would wash away if we were to hug. He doesn’t make me feel like I have to put a facade just to fit in.
“Jeremy!”
God I just hate the fact that he can’t stand up for himself if I were to talk to him-
“JEREMY!”
“Huh?”
I look next to me
“Dude I’ve been calling out to you the fucks up with you?”
Oh it’s Ryan.
“Nothing, what’s up?”
“Nothing my ass dude you’ve been spacing out for a good 10 minutes,”
God just shut the fuck up please.
“Nothing man just fucking drop it,”
“Jeez no need for the attitude..”
He’s getting on my nerves.
“Have you heard?”
“Heard what?”
“Scarlett’s planing to ask you out, heard shes into you,”
Scarlett, your typical popular High school girl, pretty, cheerleading captain, perfect grades, perfect smile, etc. The only thing that isn’t perfect is her fake ass personality, she’s the type of person that you couldn’t tell your deepest darkest secrets, If you do? Best not make her your enemy.
“Oh.”
“Oh? OH? Seriously man!? Like the hottest chick wants to date you and your response is OH? What are you GAY!?”
Okay I’ve had enough.
“I’m going.”
“WAIT DUDE!!”
Walking the empty halls I think, how can I make him my friend? Looking up I see it.
The library
He’s always in there during lunch. Walking in I see him sitting a corner. I walk up to him.
I’m confident.
Who wouldn’t want to be my friend?
I mean, I’m famous around here
I’m the captain of the football team
I the dude everybody is jealous of
So he wouldn’t deny me right?
Right?…
“You need something?”
I didn’t even realize I was I spaced out..
“Hey.”
“Hey?”
“Be my friend.”
“What?”
“What are you, deaf? I said be my friend.”
“Is this another one your sick fucking jokes?”
“Excuse me?”
“No I don’t want to be your fucking friend.”
“Why not? I’m fucking popular, I’m the football captain, I have every hot chick crushing on me wishing I was in their bed!”
Fuck.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you honestly think I would say yes after all the SHIT you’ve done to ME!?”
What?
“Honestly, you and the dog shit that you call friends bully every. fucking. day. For no reason,”
“I-,”
“Do you even know my fucking name?”
“Huh..”
“My fucking name Jeremy do you know it?”
“…”
“Did you seriously bully me for so long and not even fucking bother to remember my name?”
“I..”
“Fuck off dude.”
I watch him grab his stuff and storm off.
….
“I’m sorry..”
I can only apologize.
But it was too late.
He was already gone..
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OMG GIYS THIS IS LIKE THE LONGESTTTTTTT
STORY IVE WRITTEN I MIGHT CONTINUE THIS ONE OR THE OTHER INE
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