I write cringy things.

Waking up from banging on their door was the last thing Hero needed. It was the last thing they wanted.

At first they tried to ignore it. They flipped the sheets over their head and prayed for whoever was at their door to go away.

Who the hell would even be knocking at this time?

Hero waited, but the knocking didn’t seem to stop.

So now here they were stumbling down the hallway and heading for the door.

Hero was ready to snap at whoever was at the door to walk off.

They were a hero for god sake, can’t a hero get some sleep for once?

They felt how angry they were as they swung the door open.

“You can stop fucking knocking, what the fuck do you-“

…

Hero lost all their words completely.

They stood right in front of Villain. Hero could see Villain covering their eyes sobbing. They were covered in blood and they were trying to stand on one foot as if they were injured.

They looked horrible. The worst Hero has ever seen.

Immediately Hero kept them on their feet as they pulled them close. They felt Villain’s arms immediately cling onto them as they began to sob more.

They were shaking. It felt like an earthquake on them.

“What the hell happened?” Hero felt their voice break as tears bottled up in their own eyes due to the sight of them.

There was no reply from Villain, and they kept their head buried within Hero’s shirt.

Hero had to do something.

With ease Hero tried to bring them in. Once or twice Villain stumbled, but Hero managed to catch them.

The whole time Villain kept their head low. They didn’t stop crying.

They were in a lot of pain. And Hero could see it.

Very slowly Hero placed them on the couch, and all Villain did was sit there and cover their face with their hands.

This wasn’t Villain at all. In fact, Villain was the opposite. They never cried and they were never hurt.

So what the hell happened to them?

It broke Hero’s heart to hear them cry. Something really bad must have happened.

Hero was still gentle when they placed their hands on the side of Villain’s face.

“Villain?” Hero kept their voice in a soft whisper. “Are you with me?”

Hero could see a slight nod from Villain, and they could hear them trying to breathe and calm down.

All Hero had to do was go easy. It was the only way to calm them down.

“What happened?” Hero couldn’t control how concerned they were. “Who or what did this to you?”

Villain sniffled, and they still had their hands cover their eyes.

“T-too much…”

“Alright,” Hero kept their hands on the side of their face. They understood. “Can you at least look up at me?”

“I can’t… I can’t see you.” Villain moved their hands away from their eyes, but kept their head down.

“Hun, what do you mean you can’t see me?” Hero started to lift their head with ease. “I’m right-“

Hero had lost their words a second time as they were met with pale white eyes. There was blood on their face too.

Someone had blinded them.

Hero couldn’t speak, they no longer said anything. There was nothing they could say.

It made Hero sick knowing someone had a horrible mind to do this. Sure Villain was bad, but they didn’t deserve this.

The silence made Villain push themselves away from Hero, and they felt more tears build up.

Hero had never felt this bad in their life. Knowing that someone had hurt them.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Villain began to sob again. “I’m ugly, aren’t I?”

Quickly Hero pulled Villain back into their arms and rocked them back and forth.

“No.” Hero murmured. “You are not ugly. You never will be. I promise. I swear.”

Villain could only nod and calm down again, but they weren’t sure if Hero was telling the truth or not.

“Who did this to you?” Hero tried their best to not sound angry.

“S-Supervillain did.”

Hero wanted to punch the fucking wall. They wanted to storm up to Supervillain and pull their own fucking eyes out.

But instead, they remained calm. It was the only way Villain would remain calm as well.

“How did you get here?”

“Their henchmen. They told them to throw me onto the street. B-But they were nice enough to bring me here instead. They knew you’d take me in.”

Hero let out a relieved sigh. Thank god Supervillain’s henchmen weren’t heartless.

“And the bleeding? Did Supervillain do that too?”

“No. I tripped up your stairs a lot.” Villain chuckled slightly, but it died seconds later.

Hero only continued to rock them back and forth along with a few kisses on their forehead. Most times Hero would comfort them with a movie or a video game, but now it was useless. Villain wouldn’t be able to see it anyways.

Once a few minutes went by, Hero carefully helped Villain onto their feet.

“I’ll contact Superhero and see if I can get you in a private hospital tomorrow. Until then, can you hang in there for me?”

Villain nodded, and they rested their head on Hero’s shoulder. They were ready to just sleep. They didn’t want to feel this pain anymore.

Villain tried to focus on the people walking by through the small apartment window as they felt a sharp pain on their back.

They tried to avoid this, but Hero always found out everything.

It was a peaceful morning, at least the breeze was able to calm down Villain’s sweaty face as they breathed in and out calmly.

They had gotten into a terrible fight yesterday with Supervillain, and they prayed that Hero wouldn’t see the marks Supervillain had left on them.

It was going well, until Hero entered the room as they tried to put a fucking shirt on.

Every time the warm cloth hit the marks it made Villain tense. Their lungs filled with air and quickly released it within a second.

Just focus on something else…

They tried too. But the pain and Hero’s mumbling kept making it difficult.

“Come on…” Herk breathed out. “Why don’t you tell me these things? We could have prevented this!”

The Villain only shrugged, and they focused on a small dog sniffing around in the grass.

“You don’t know?” Hero pulled the cloth away from Villain. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I could have handled it myself.” Villain murmured. “But you decided to burst into my room.”

The Hero only pushed a disappointed sigh as they continued to gently rub the cloth against their back.

“Can you speed it up a little?” Villain tried to look at Hero. “I’m leaning against a window shirt naked. People can see that y’know…”

“I don’t give two shits what people think.” Hero implied. “All I care about right now is making sure these fucking marks heal.”

“Are they that bad?”

“You haven’t seen them?”

The Villain chuckled and rolled their eyes. “Of course I haven’t. I have no mirrors in this apartment. How else am I supposed to see them?”

Hero opened their mouth to say something, but then kept it shut.

Villain thought they would stay here for hours. If the marks were that bad, wouldn’t Hero just take them to a hospital?

They didn’t want to question it.

Finally they were able to put a shirt on in peace, and they thought Hero would leave from there. Usually they would leave right after a conversation.

….

But they didn’t leave.

Instead they made themselves at home by leaning against the wall and looking directly at Villain with a serious look.

“…what?”

“I’m waiting for an answer.” Hero crossed their arms.

“An answer to what?”

“The question I asked you a few minutes ago.”

The Villain let out a long sigh as they avoided eye contact with Hero.

Villain promised themself they would never tell Hero what Supervillain did to them. Supervillain had warned Villain that if they told Hero what happened, they would kill Hero right in front of Villain’s eyes.

Since then, Villain had been careful with what they talk about with Hero.

But in this situation, Hero seemed dead serious. They wanted to know what’s going on, and Villain had no plans or ideas on how to avoid the truth.

The only thing they could do was try to make up a good lie, even though Hero was a lie detector.

“It happened at work.” Villain tried to make their tone as truthful as possible. “You know how dangerous some of our missions can be. I just happened to get into a… accident.”

“What kind of accident would put horrible marks on your back?”

“Like I said,” Villain reminded. “I don’t know what the marks look like.”

Hero let out a nervous sigh. They shook their head too.

“I don’t trust you working with those people anymore.” They eyed Villain. “It’s hurting you.”

“How so?”

“You know what I mean.” Hero became strict. “You know exactly why I’m saying that.”

The Villain only stared out the window again. They didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“Just drop it.” Villain growled.

“I can’t drop this.” Hero fought back. “Obviously this is Supervillain’s doing, I know-“

“Don’t!”

Villain had the sudden impulse to shove everything that was on the desk next to them onto the ground, but Hero managed to shut up before they could.

“Don’t mention them.” Villain kept their eyes on Hero. “Don’t say shit. You don’t know anything.”

Hero lost all their words.

They never meant to panic them. Hero didn’t even know they were bothered by this.

All they could do was stare at each other before Villain finally broke the eye contact.

“Just leave it be.” They mumbled. “I gotta go anyways.”

But just as Villain headed for the door, Hero immediately got in the way and blocked it.

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Hero couldn’t do anything.

They couldn’t fight back, they couldn’t ignore this situation, they couldn’t speak. They couldn’t even move.

All of this could have been prevented if Superhero never found out about Villain. All of this would have been fine.

But no. That wasn’t the situation.

Superhero had just given Hero a whole speech on breaking up with Villain—saying it wasn’t good for their health and their job.

But Hero refused. And just as Superhero was about to lose their mind, there came Villain.

And now, here it was.

Hero was still almost up against the wall of the room. They wanted to crawl under the table and cover their ears.

Villain and Superhero never got along. Their fights would end up far worse than Villain fighting Hero. Pretty sure both Villain and Superhero were sent to a damn hospital after one fight.

This scared Hero, it made them shake just thinking about how this would go.

They hated fighting. They hated it.

But they couldn’t stop the two. They couldn’t stop Superhero turn directly towards Villain and stare them down. They couldn’t stop Villain from looking like they wanted to murder Superhero.

They couldn’t do anything about this.

“This is none of your concern.” Superhero directed. “And Hero isn’t yours.”

An aggravated chuckle emerged from Villain. The same smile was dressed on their face.

“Hero is mine. You know they are.”

“Still. This is none of your concern.” Superhero started to turn to face Hero again. “Now leave.”

That’s all it took to make the Villain snap.

Before Superhero could meet Hero’s eyes again, Hero saw Villain grab the back of Superhero’s shirt and yank them back.

In Villain’s mind, this wouldn’t be a fight without violence. Violence was their only solution when it came down to this.

Words couldn’t untie this knot.

Hero watched as hands were being thrown. They covered their ears when they heard one of them crashing into things. They nearly shut their eyes when they saw the next blow come from one of them.

They felt themselves wanting to scream at them to stop. They wanted to tell Superhero they can’t change a damn thing about this situation. They wanted to take Villain’s hand and drag them out of this damn place.

But they were stuck against the wall only having the ability to watch what was going on.

Eventually it went from fighting to stopping. Hero saw the two stand across from each other out of breathe.

All their actions formed right back into words.

Villain took a glimpse at Hero, who was still up against a wall in a tiny cage of fear.

Then they looked at Superhero, who was about to kill Villain at any moment.

“This is bullshit.” Villain finally spoke. Their eyes laid on Superhero.

“Bullshit?” Superhero’s head cocked to the side. “You’re the one who fucking started it! You decided to show up. You attacked me!”

“I started it?” Villain pointed at themself. “You were the one judging Hero!”

“That is none of your-“

“It is my concern.” Villain wasn’t here to play games. They wanted to get down to the bottom of this. “You don’t control someone’s choice like that!”

“What will the public think, hm?” Superhero held a tall stance, and their eyes didn’t peel off Villain. “What will the public think when they hear about one of the most heroic Hero’s and the most dangerous villain being together?”

There was a quiet scoff from Villain. They looked at the ground, and then at the window.

“I don’t give a shit about what the public thinks.” They growled. Their eyes loomed back at Superhero. “All I care about is Hero and I. I want to make sure they’re comfortable, I want them to make sure they can handle this.” Villain took one step forward. “And here you are bitching about some silly ass relationship that has nothing to do with you.”

…

And finally Superhero lost their words.

Hero wanted to cry. They felt themself wanting to cry.

They glanced at the door, then to Villain, then to the door again.

They wanted to leave this damn place. That was it. So why couldn’t they?

Villain could even see the panic within Hero. If Hero stayed any longer, they would break into panic. If they did, things would only get worse.

Without any other words, Villain carefully approached Hero and pulled them in close. Villain could sense the horrible look of disgust on Superhero’s face, but that wasn’t Villain’s problem at the moment.

“Did they hurt you?” Villain gently whispered. “Did they do anything else to you?”

Hero could only shake their head as a reply. If they have a summary of what happened, Superhero would be dead.

“I want to go home…” Hero mumbled. They hid their face into Villain’s shirt so Superhero didn’t see the tears boiling up. “I don’t want to be here.”

Villain only nodded to themself as they held their Hero tighter.

Hero felt their own skeleton almost jump out of their skin due to how hard they flinched at the yelling in front of them.

They didn’t want this to happen. They wished it didn’t happen.

Hero had been secretly dating Villain, and nobody knew. It had been two months now, and Hero was surprised the relationship was still going.

But then it had to come down to this.

Superhero found out.

Somehow Superhero caught Hero hanging out with Villain. Hero always went to Villain’s house, and Superhero didn’t know where the Villain lived.

But now they do. They knew Hero loved Villain and Villain loved Hero. They also knew where their enemy lived.

And it all led down to this.

Hero swore they could feel hot tears about to emerge into their eyes as Superhero mumbled swears under their breath.

Hero never disappointed Superhero, they never wanted too.

But it was too late. They already did.

They watched as Superhero paced back and forth. Knowing that their own teammate loved the enemy made it worse.

What if Hero defended them? What if Hero jumped in the way of killing them?

What if Hero even joined them?

The last thought made Superhero pissed. They couldn’t let this happen.

They looked at the Hero, who had their head down looking away from Superhero. They felt disappointed in themself.

There was nothing Hero could do to fix this.

“This can’t happen.” Those words were already spoken by Superhero so many times. “This won’t work out.”

There was no reply from Hero, and Superhero turned to them.

“Did you hear me?” Superhero wanted to make sure their words were clear to Hero.

Hero could only shake their head as a reply. They felt tears form into their eyes.

They knew this would happen. At some point, they just knew.

“Hero. Answer me.” Superhero’s voice was strict, and it made Hero want to crawl under the table behind them. “This can’t happen. So fix it.”

…

But they couldn’t. They didn’t want too.

Yes, they were the enemy. Yes, they had difficult times with them. But Villain was there whenever Hero felt stressed about their job. And they were there for Villain when they had trouble with their mental health.

They couldn’t let this go. They just couldn’t.

They felt their head shake side to side, and they didn’t dare make eye contact with Superhero when they did it either.

They could feel Superhero’s anger. It fired through the room.

“This will not work.” Superhero repeated. They were about to scream at Hero. “I don’t want you being distracted during a fight. I don’t want you hesitating to hurt them. They hurt others.”

“Yes, they have.” Hero finally looked up at Superhero, they even felt their fist tighten. “But that doesn’t mean I should break up with them.”

Hero’s mind begged them to take back their words. But Hero wasn’t going to. Not like this.

They saw Superhero’s blank face. They saw how tensed up they now looked. To be honest, they were about to blow up like a bomb.

“This is for your own good.” Superhero replied back as their aggravated eyes glanced right back at Hero. “This is for the cities own good as well. They need you Hero.”

For some reason, this now seemed funny to Hero. They didn’t know why.

“Don’t tell me what’s good for me and what’s not.” Hero made sure they had good eye contact with Superhero when they said that. “I know my choices. I know what happens when I make them. I won’t let you tear us apart. You haven’t even given us a chance!”

…

A chance? Was that really what Hero was asking for?

Superhero couldn’t even control their next actions. It almost felt like they were being possessed.

They nearly lunged at Hero. They grabbed them right by the shoulders and slammed them against the wall. Hero let out a cry due to all that force.

Now this wasn’t funny. Not at all.

“You better start listening to me.” Superhero growled. “I won’t let this bullshit continue. I don’t want you two to prove anything to me. I care about this city.” The grip on Hero’s shoulders tightened. “And I won’t let you screw it up for me. Do you understand?”

Hero wanted to cry. They wanted to push Superhero away and snap at them. They wanted to jump out of the window for god sake!

But they had nowhere to go. All they could do was start to cry up buckets of tears.

But before the two could say anything, they heard the door open along with a voice both of them recognized.

“I thought I told you to keep your fucking hands off of things that are mine.” It was Villain, and they didn’t look or sound happy at all.

They always visited around this time. Usually to secretly meet up with Hero or to talk to them. But they weren’t expecting to walk in on this.

Hero wanted to slide down against the wall, they felt so relieved. They thought they would actually cry in front of Superhero.

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Hero didn’t mind how the night went for them. In fact, they would mind if they had a night like this every now and then.

Recently Superhero had finished one of their important missions that saved millions of lives. Now everyone in town was celebrating.

It was an indoor party. Everyone was inside drinking and dancing the night away. It was a calming night for a lot of people.

Hero was off to the side, looking around trying to find people they knew. They knew most citizens there, but they wanted to look for someone they could talk too.

As they looked around, they spotted someone they recognized.

It was Villain’s henchmen, they were all there.

So that meant Villain was there too.

Hero started to look around more, if Villain was there, Hero could talk to them. They could have someone to hang out with.

After pushing through the waves of the crowd, they finally spotted them.

They were leaning against a railing with a red cup in their hand. They were watching the crowd and observing the surrounding.

Honestly, Hero thought Villain looked cute when they went into deep thinking. The face they made, the silence they had. For some strange reason, Hero liked that.

But that didn’t mean they had a crush on them. Or… at least Hero denies that they do. But if they were to be honest with themselves, they could feel them crushing on Villain more and more.

And that’s exactly why they approached them.

They stood beside Villain and leaned against the railing just like they did, watching the people below them.

“I wasn’t expecting you to show up.”

Hero’s voice snapped Villain’s eye contact with the crowd. It paused their thinking. Villain turned to look at Hero.

“I… wasn’t expecting you to even talk to me.”

Hero couldn’t help but giggle as they turned back at the crowd. This was something that could keep them busy.

“There’s too many people. I’d rather talk to one person who I know.”

The Villain scoffed as they spun their cup around, watching the liquid spin in circles. “So you talk to me? Out of everyone?”

“Yeah, basically.”

It was basic. Hero didn’t mind talking to their enemy. As long as Superhero didn’t see the two together, then it was alright.

“So how’s your night so far?” Hero didn’t want it to be awkward. Even though there was a lot of sound around them anyways.

“Eh. Fine.” Villain took another sip of their drink. “Could be better.”

The Hero wasn’t sure how to reply to that, they only nodded their head as they continued to watch the crowd.

“You?”

“Alright.” They kept their eyes on the crowd.

The two watched from above as people gathered to dance. It was a nice sight for Hero, seeing people gathering and getting along. Villain wasn’t sure how to feel.

For some strange reason they started to feel happy. They didn’t know why. Maybe it was from the scenery, or perhaps it was the company Hero was giving them.

But that felt stupid to Villain. There was no way Hero could be making them happy right now.

…

Or maybe it was.

The two watched as people took hands and spun each other around. They watched the smiles on their face. It was all peaceful now. There was nothing that could go wrong.

Hero looked at the crowd, they wanted to be in it. But they had nobody to dance with.

Unless…

They couldn’t help their eyes look at Villain, who was still watching the crowd.

They knew they shouldn’t be thinking about dancing with them. They knew if Superhero saw them, they would be in hot water.

But then again, they wanted to enjoy the moment. They wanted to be happy. For some reason, they wanted to see Villain happy.

The thought made them sick, but it also made them blush. They thought about looking into the Villain’s eyes as they danced with them.

For god sake, they were up in the clouds now!

They looked at the crowd, then to Villain, then back at the crowd again.

They were going to regret this so much. They didn’t know how to bring it up.

They were right there. Standing right beside them. They weren’t doing anything at all!

They didn’t stop themselves when they turned their body to face Villain. They didn’t shut themselves up when they spoke.

“Do… you want to dance with me?”

…

There was no words.

Hero saw Villain stand there. They didn’t look at Hero at all. In fact, they weren’t even looking at the crowd below them. They were staring off into oblivion.

Hero grew nervous. Of course it sounded stupid to them!

Hero only shook their head and leaned against the railing again. They tapped the railing with their fingers and stared at the crowd. “Forget what I said.” They murmured. “I guess I’m just really out of it right now.”

Hero swore they heard a small chuckle as they saw Villain lift their glass for another sip. “I don’t think you’re out of it.”

The Villain took another sip, and then turned their head towards Hero. “I would dance with you if people weren’t around. Especially Superhero.” They looked back at the crowd. “You would get in a lot of trouble.”

Hero couldn’t help but crack a smile. “We could dance alone. It’s nice outside, and I would love to dance with you under the moonlight.”

Villain felt their cheeks light up. They never wanted a moment like this in a long time. There was no way they could say no.

“Oh for fuck sake!” Hero cried out as cars pulled up at the scene. That was the government, and they weren’t happy. “We’re going to get our asses kicked!”

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A Sequel to Random Thing #9:

Here’s part 1 if you need it!

https://cookiethreat.tumblr.com/post/693226766065614848/random-thing-9

Tw: Death, knife use, and swearing

Villain kept the plan nice and simple. It almost seemed too simple.

When Villain gave their henchmen the signal, they disguised themselves as normal people. They slipped on fancy clothes and blended in with the crowd. But their job was to lure Supervillain away from the crowd so Villain could have a nice ‘chat’ with Supervillain.

Meanwhile, Villain had to wait in a room where nobody else was. That was the room the henchmen would lure Supervillain.

And for Hero, they just had to keep greeting people and wear the fake smile. It hurt Villain’s heart every time they saw the fake smile. But after this, once all of this was over, Villain would never see a fake one again.

But the plan was in action. Villain wouldn’t let it fail either.

All Villain could do was glance at the small clock right above the door. All they could hear were the small ticks of it.

They weren’t afraid to speak to Supervillain. They weren’t afraid to shut this wedding down.

They loved Hero, and they never wanted to see them this unhappy again.

The clock was counting down the seconds and minutes before the henchmen arrived. Staring at a clock was boring, but it’s all Villain could do.

And just as the hour hand reached the large ‘2’ printed on the clock, the door swung open. Supervillain stormed in with the henchmen right behind them.

They looked annoyed at first, they were wondering why they got pulled aside like this. But then their facial expression turned to shock. Villain couldn’t hide the smirk on their face when they saw Supervillain walk in.

“Ah, Supervillain!” Villain greeted. “It’s such a pleasure to see you!”

Supervillain blinked for a moment, before straightening himself. “What the fuck are you doing here?” They snapped. They didn’t look happy to see Villain. They weren’t happy.

“Don’t look so grumpy now, it’s a big day for you!” Villain kept their smirk on their face as they pushed a chair towards Supervillain. “Have a seat.”

Supervillain glanced at the seat, but completely ignored the offer.

“I asked you what you were doing here. Now tell me.”

“Relax, relax.” Villain put their hands up as if they were being arrested. “Hero invited me. I thought it would be rude to not show up. Am I right?”

There was no response from Supervillain. Villain pulled a chair across from Supervillain’s and sat down in it. “Now did I not say have a seat?”

And so, Supervillain slowly sat down.

Something wasn’t right. Supervillain had better things to attend to and they have to sit and talk with Villain? What was this?

“What do you want?” Supervillain growled. They didn’t even make eye contact with Villain.

“Well, I’m just curious about some stuff.” Villain leaned forward a little bit. “How’s the relationship?”

Supervillain’s eyes locked with Villain. Something was up. But they had to act natural for now.

“Fine…?”

“You sure?” Villain cocked their head to the side. “What’s up with Hero’s attitude then?”

“Their attitude?” Supervillain seemed confused. “That’s been their normal attitude…?”

Villain let out a quiet sigh and leaned forward all the way. Their eyes stayed in touch with Supervillain’s, and their arms rested on their knees as they held their hands. “That’s not their normal attitude.” Villain implied. Their voice was getting serious now. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Supervillain felt the intensity rise. Villain’s tone had went from calm and content to serious and angry. Supervillain wasn’t sure exactly what Villain was trying to imply. They just had to keep rolling with whatever came up in their mind.

“No, I don’t.” They murmured. “Tell me how they’re acting different.”

“Ever since they got with you, they’ve flinched at the slightest touch.” Villain felt their voice raise, they wanted to yell at Supervillain. “They never apologized so much after making the smallest mistake possible. And most important of all, they never wear a fake smile.”

Supervillain had nothing to say. This was a waste of their time.

Instead of replying to Villain, they only raised from their seat. “That’s enough.” They barked. “I have something else to do. So if you don’t mind, I should go.”

But just before they could fully turn, the henchmen nearby the door had blocked Supervillain from getting out.

Nobody is leaving this room. Not until Villain says so.

“When I say ‘have a seat,’ that means you sit your ass down and don’t get up until I fucking tell you too.” Villain’s voice was low and demanding. It made shivers go down Supervillain’s spine. And that’s never happened. “So I recommend you sit back down.”

With the henchmen blocking the door, and Villain being threatening, there was no other choice. Supervillain slowly slumped themselves back down in the chair.

“What did you do to them?” Villain leaned back. They were finally getting to the point.

“What did I do to them? Supervillain’s voice raised. “What do you mean me?!”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Supervillain acting like they were clueless about the situation was funny to Villain. It only made this more interesting.

They crossed their arms and disconnected the eye contact they had with Villain. “I did nothing.” They mumbled. “Now let me get up before I hurt you.”

A wide grin grew on Villain’s face as they gestured something to their henchmen.

And a second later, Supervillain could feel the blade of a knife right against their neck. They didn’t dare move their head. They could only look at Villain, who stood up from their seat and took a step forward.

“I’m afraid your option isn’t a choice.” Villain smiled. “But you can choose one of my choices.”

Supervillain could feel their vocal cords touch the blade as they scoffed. “And what are they?”

“Well… one is simple.” Villain pondered around the room for a moment, before glancing back at Supervillain. “You can tell me what you did to Hero, and then we shut all this down and you can continue to live.”

Supervillain only stared at the wall beside them.

“Or you don’t tell me, and I kill you.” The same smirk from earlier appeared on Villain’s face. “Both choices will stop this wedding, and I will have Hero freed from you. But it’s your choice if you want to live, or die.”

There was a quiet chuckle from Supervillain, and it got louder as they faced Villain again.”

“You wouldn’t kill me.” They laughed. “I practically raised you! You wouldn’t kill your own boss! I’m the reason you’re not out on the streets right now!”

Villains smirk just drew to another wide grin. “You’re correct.” They said. “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t kill you. Now make your choice, before I make it for you.”

Supervillain felt their head lift, and the blade was dangerously close to them now.

They still didn’t move. Not with a knife that close to them.

There was no reply from Supervillain, and that made Villain decide their choice.

They left the room hearing Supervillain’s body drop to the ground. They left knowing everything was going to be okay now.

Hero didn’t have to fake anything anymore. They could live life the way they wanted too.

Warning: SPICY.

Hero was sitting on the edge of a tall building in the city that night.

The night sky was almost black, stars shined bright with pictures and patterns, and the breeze was gentle and cooling.

It had been a few nights since Hero has seen Villain, and tonight the two just wanted to chat and star gaze all night.

That thought gave a nice wam feeling in Hero’s heart, they couldn’t stop thinking about this moment all day.

Things only got better when Villain arrived, they randomly showed up and sat next to Hero with a bag of sweets.

“Where the hell did you get so much sweets?” Hero took the bag from Villain’s hands and examined it. There was no way Villain could even afford that much.

“Eh, you should know me well by now to figure out how.” The Villain laid back with their hands behind their head. “I like to steal things and make them mine.”

Hero was supposed to be mad at them and remind them about their stealing habit, but this was a calming night. Villain looked too comfortable, so Hero couldn’t say much.

“Well then,” Hero murmured. A small grin appeared on their face as they turned to Villain. “How come you haven’t stolen me and made me yours yet?”

Villain’s tired face lit up almost instantly. Their eyes were wide with some shock. Hero never flirts with them, that was the first time Villain’s heard something like that come out of Hero’s mouth.

The Hero couldn’t help but chuckle. “Relax, I was just kidding.” They placed the bag of sweets down next to them. Villain leaned back up to get a better look at Hero.

“Repeat that?”

Hero looked back at Villain, who was looking at Hero with a serious look.

“What?” Hero questioned. “That I said I was kidding?”

“No.” Villain’s voice seemed dominant. “Before that.”

Hero could feel their cheeks heat up. They never blushed this hard.

“I… how come you haven’t stolen me and made me yours?” Hero was confused. What was Villain trying to do?

“Again.” Villain’s voice dropped to a low whisper as they got closer. Hero felt themselves starting to shake. They knew this was going somewhere, but Hero wasn’t sure if they liked it or not.

“H-How come you haven’t stolen me and… made me yours…?” Their voice trailed off. They never should have said that.

A small smirk appeared on Villain’s face, and Hero could feel their hands travel up their waist. It made Hero twitch, the touch was so gentle.

“If you really want it that bad” Villain started to say, “then why don’t you beg for it?”

Now Hero knew where this was going.

They couldn’t speak. All they could do was stare into Villain’s eyes. They shook even harder, and their body was begging Villain to touch them more.

Villain was driving them crazy, and they didn’t know exactly why. They were so hot, their touch was so gentle. They felt so relaxed suddenly.

They needed this.

“Please…” Hero couldn’t control their words anymore. They didn’t even think before speaking. “M-Make me yours.”

The Villain hummed, and their face got closer to Hero. “I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.” They whispered softly. “You’re going to have to speak up for me~”

“Please.” Hero felt their voice raise. “Please make me yours.”

Villain pushed Hero forward so their face almost brushed against Hero’s neck. “Louder.” They mumbled. Hero felt soft kisses on their neck, and they fell apart instantly.

“Please!” Hero almost shouted as they wrapped their arms around Villain and pulled them close. “Make me yours! Please!” Hero felt themselves trembling but they couldn’t stop. This…. This was amazing!

Hero’s voice lowered as they continued to speak without even thinking. “Make this city know who I belong to.” Hero begged. “Please Villain. Please.”

Villain had never been to a wedding before. And they certainly didn’t like this one.

The past six weeks have been confusing and frustrating. They couldn’t get a good grip on what was going on exactly.

Six weeks ago Villain walked into Supervillain’s lair, they were ranting on and on about marrying Hero. Of course, Villain took it as some kind of joke. But when they visited Hero later on, Villain found out it wasn’t a joke.

Everyone who knew Hero thought it was unexpected love, and they supported it like nothing was wrong.

But Villain knew something was wrong. Hero never loved Supervillain, and yet it happened so suddenly.

As days went on, Hero’s mental health dropped. Villain always questioned it, but Hero only said “I’m fine.”

But today, Villain knew they weren’t fine.

It was an indoor wedding, and the place was huge. It had pretty lights on the ceiling, and there were a lot of tables. And a lot of people.

Villain remained in the corner of the room nearby the door. They never liked being around so many people, and they didn’t know how to act.

They saw Hero greeting everyone one by one. Even though they looked happy, they weren’t. A fake smile was all they could wear as they shook hands, or hugged their friends and family members.

And once they finished that, they noticed Villain in the corner of the room. So they decided to approach them and forget about everyone else.

“Well look at you.” Hero said with a smile as they approached. “Hiding in the corner as usual?”

Villain only shrugged. “Never been to a wedding.” They replied. “And I don’t know these people.”

The Hero nodded slowly as they leaned against the wall with Villain. It was peaceful knowing someone they loved was nearby. If only Hero could tell Villain that.

They were in a mess. They wanted to get out of it desperately, but they didn’t know how. They hated Supervillain, and they loved Villain. Was it really too late to change things? Was it too late to tell Villain what’s really going on?

Hero didn’t know. But every time they looked around them, they felt like screaming and running out of the place. They couldn’t imagine themselves walking down the isle, saying the words “I do” and then kissing Supervillain. It made them feel sick. They would never do it. Unless it was Villain.

Villain’s head turned back to Hero, and they noticed tears. Hero was about to cry.

“Are you alright?” Villain’s voice made Hero snap out of their head. Hero looked back at them, wiping away the tears.

“Yeah… I just….”

Hero paused again.

They needed to tell Villain. They couldn’t do this. They had enough. This had to end. Hero knew Villain. Villain can stop this, they knew how too.

No more hiding it.

“Can we talk? Alone?”

Villain nodded. And Hero pulled them aside where nobody could see them or hear them.

Now was their chance to tell them everything.

“I… I need your help.” Hero could feel their own voice breaking. “Please. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore.”

Villain’s heart shattered. But with ease, they gently pulled Hero into a hug.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Villain whispered. “It will be okay. Just breathe for me. Breathe Hero.”

And Hero did. They slowly breathed in and out and it helped. But they still felt the need to tell them.

When Villain made sure they calmed down, they let them go.

“Now what’s up? What’s bothering you?”

“I need your help. I can’t do this.” Hero tried to remain quiet. “I never wanted this. Supervillain told me that they would kill you if I didn’t… love them.” It was the truth.

Supervillain had kidnapped them six weeks ago. They had threatened to kill the one they loved. Hero couldn’t risk it. And now they were in this situation.

But Villain understood. They pulled Hero close again and gently rocked them back and forth, shushing them down every now and then.

“It’s alright hun.” They whispered again. “I’ll get you out of this.”

“Y-you will?”

Villain gently put their hands on Hero’s face. A calm smile drew on Villain’s face.

“I promise. In fact, I made a plan just in case.”

Hero couldn’t help but cry again. But this time it was a happy and relieved cry.

As Villain held their crying Hero, Villain held up a small signal.

That was to alert their henchmen outside to start the plan.

It was the Hero’s birthday. Not many people knew that.

The Hero never liked inviting people over. Their birthday was never that special to them. They didn’t mind if people stopped by with gifts or just a simple “happy birthday” or whatever. But they took their birthday as just a day off.

There was nobody else in their home. No cake, no gifts, no nothing. Hero didn’t mind that.

The whole day they wrapped themselves in a blanket, sat back on the couch and watched their favorite tv show. Now and then they would get up and eat something, but their main habitat of the day was their couch.

It was peaceful. For once they were getting a break. They didn’t mind the sound of their tv and nothing else. They didn’t mind being alone. Everything seemed perfect.

But it wasn’t like that for long.

Around six in the evening, it had been the same way. Hero relaxing. They were starting another episode of their favorite tv show when there was a sudden knock at the door.

Great. Someone decides to come to their home at this time of day.

Hero let out a long sigh as they pushed the blanket off of them and stood onto their feet. They paused the tv and then walked up to the door.

When they opened it, their eyes narrowed.

It was Villain.

There they were, standing tall as always at Hero’s door. They seemed delighted to see Hero, which rarely happened.

“Hero!” They said with some excitement in their voice. “I haven’t seen you all day!”

“What do you want?” Hero leaned against the door frame. Just hurry up and say the damn speech.

“No need to be so rude.” Villain did seem excited, and it threw Hero’s senses off. “I’m not here for much.”

“Mhm… right.” Hero murmured sarcastically. “What are you here for then?”

“Why, it’s your birthday of course!” Villain then reached for something beside them that Hero couldn’t see.

It was a present. Hero almost felt their mouth drop. Never in their years of fighting Villain, never at all, did they ever get a gift from them. This was a first.

But Hero’s senses were still high, none of this seemed right.

The present was now in Villain’s hands, held out for Hero to take. But Hero didn’t take it. They only stared at it.

Their senses were telling them it was a prank, a trap.

Don’t take the damn present.

So instead of taking it, Hero only pushed it towards Villain.

“No thank you.” They said quietly.

“You’re denying a present?” Villain’s voice suddenly seemed upset. “From your friendemy?”

“I’m sorry, “friendemy?”

“A friend that’s an enemy.” Villain had a wide grin on their face. “I thought it would be nice to give you something on your special day.”

“Yeah, right.” Hero grabbed the door, thinking about shutting it. “Who knows what’s in that damn thing. A bomb? Another one of your little ‘toys?’”

The Villain’s grin died. Their shoulders slumped in disappointment.

They had a feeling this would happen. The one time they try to be nice, the Hero turns their back away.

This wasn’t worth it. They stopped trying.

Their head looked at the ground, before they slowly settled the present on the ground as well.

“Fine.” Their voice was so quiet it almost came out as a whisper. “Happy birthday, Hero.”

Then the Villain turned, starting to head down the stairs. The Hero stood there, confused. Was it actually a present? What was going on?

They didn’t even question it too far. They bent down and slowly untied the red ribbon that was around it.

When they opened the box, they didn’t find a large bomb with a timer on it, or one of Villain’s gadgets.

It was a cake. A small, chocolate cake. Villain had made it themself. The cursive writing read “Happy birthday, Hero.” It was even written in Hero’s favorite colour.

The Villain actually put effort into something they could have ignored easily. Hero had chased them away from this moment.

Someone actually cared about their special day. And Hero had almost chased them away completely.

Hero had to chase them back.

They quickly put the present inside on the nearby counter, and then quickly ran down the stairs.

“Villain!” They yelled. “Wait!”

With that, the Villain stopped. But they didn’t turn to Hero. Hero breathed heavily for a moment as they reached Villain.

“I… I’m sorry.” They said, catching their breath. “I… it’s just… I’ve never expected you to be so… nice to me for once.” That was the truth. The Villain never cared about them, always wanted to hurt them in the deadliest ways of all time. “But I’m sorry for the way I acted. I just… I thought it would be some kind of trap.” Hero looked back up at Villain, who had only turned their head a little bit. “Please.” They said carefully. “If you have nothing to do. You’re more than welcome to stay.” Hero couldn’t hold back their smile. “I can’t eat that cake all by myself y’know.”

And for the first time, Hero saw Villain’s real smile. They turned to face Hero, arms crossed.

“So now you’re finally coming out of your shell?”

Hero couldn’t help but lift the finger playfully.

That night, the two cuddled on the couch, eating cake while being wrapped up in a large blanket. And of course, watching Hero’s favorite show.

Here is part 1 if you need it!

https://cookiethreat.tumblr.com/post/692075362682863616/random-things-3

The Hero didn’t know how to feel.

At first it was a peaceful day, then the Villain started walking with them, and now they were breaking down.

Hero felt guilt, they felt bad for Villain. But they didn’t know why. They weren’t supposed to feel bad. But they did, and they couldn’t stop feeling bad.

At first it was silent. They felt their throat close with nothing to say. Villain was wiping their eyes with their sleeves. They didn’t want Hero to see them cry. They couldn’t let them see. They felt embarrassed, weak, everything beyond that list. They were supposed to be intimidating, not genial!

But then again, they did wake up screaming and crying the other night thinking they had just lost their hero.

“I… I’m sorry.” The Villain finally found their words. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s none of your concern anyways.” They tried to look away from Hero, to distract themselves from crying any further. “Besides, it’s your day off. I shouldn’t be putting any pressure on you or-“

Villain had cut their whole sentence when they felt Hero’s warm arms wrap around them.

Hero was hugging them. But why? They’re the enemy! You don’t hug your enemies! Right?

Villain couldn’t tell anymore. Was this really their enemy, or was this someone who just felt bad for them?

Hero noticed Villain, who was still looking away trying to avoid eye contact. “Look at me.” Hero said, but no movement was made. Villain didn’t turn their head.

They felt Hero’s warm hand press on their cheek. Their finger swept away the first hot tear that had fallen from Villain’s eyes.

“Villain.” Hero implied once again. “Look at me.”

And this time, Villain did.

Hero saw the tears in Villain’s eyes. They saw how much the tears wanted to fall and drown Villain completely. Villain wanted to hide knowing Hero was looking at them. They always thought crying was a weakness, and if they cried in front of Hero, they thought they would use it against them.

But they didn’t. And Villain couldn’t figure out why.

They saw a small smile emerge on Hero’s face. Their eyes shined bright, and that almost cured Villain immediately.

“It’s okay to cry.” Hero noted softly as they gently stroked Villain’s cheek with their thumb. “Everyone cries. Even the toughest, bravest people on earth cry. It’s alright.”

Hero’s tone made Villain’s heart melt. Why did they care so much? And why were they being so gentle? It was like a puzzle that Villain couldn’t put together.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Hero let out a breath. “It sounded like it was horrible.”

“More than horrible.” Villain murmured. They looked away from Hero again. “I thought it was… actually real. That’s why I went looking for you.”

The guilt in Hero’s heart spread more. This was no trick or plan of Villain’s. That’s why they were acting so casual to Hero. They just wanted to make sure Hero was okay, and alive.

“Just… promise me something?” Villain asked, facing Hero. Villain’s tone caught Hero’s attention.

“Sure. Anything.” But did they really mean ‘anything?’ As long as the Villain was reasonable, then Hero guessed it could be anything.

“Promise me you won’t get hurt.” Their voice cracked a little bit. “And promise me you won’t leave me in this world.”

The last promise made the guilt from Hero’s heart spread to their whole entire body. It was sad to even hear that question come from Villain.

With ease, they wrapped their arms around the Villain again, keeping them close.

“I won’t leave you.” They whispered. “I never will. I promise.”

The Villain couldn’t help but bury their face into Hero’s shoulder and cry. Hero felt hot tears emerge from their own eyes as well. They never knew how much pain their enemy went through, but now they were going to keep track of it.

They were going to make sure Villain would get a good night sleep that night.

Tw: Suicidal thoughts and words

The Villain had Hero cornered. There was nowhere to go.

They had been fighting for what feels like hours, and Hero couldn’t stop once to catch their breath. It’s was too much, they wanted to stop.

Just stop fighting.

And that’s what they did. They stopped themselves from fighting and slumped against the wall behind them.

And now here they were, sitting against the wall breathing heavily while Villain stood in front of them with a gun pointed at their head.

“Well, looks like I win.” Villain grinned. “Any last words, Hero?”

Last words. That was something Hero could never imagine saying. They had promised themselves they would never end up in a situation where they needed to say last words. Now they were trying to find last words. They couldn’t think of anything except two words.

“Thank you.”

Thank you. That was it. Was that really it?

Villain’s grin died and they lowered the gun just a bit. Their eyes shined with confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“Thank you.” Hero repeated. They did mean it. They couldn’t thank the Villain enough.

“You want to die?” Villain questioned. The gun lowered and lowered even more until Villain’s arm dropped to the side.

“I mean… you’ve always wanted me dead.” The Hero couldn’t help but smile. “So what’s holding you back so suddenly?”

It was true. Villain did want them dead. Back in the days, Villain could do anything they wanted and not get in trouble for it. But all of that ended when Hero came and stopped them.

But being a hero was more stressful than anyone could imagine. It always stressed Hero that the city relied on them. How they had to save everyone from crime. It wasn’t fair. Everyone could do whatever they wanted and Hero had to act like their guardian or something.

They never got a break. And they would become a fool if they quit what they were doing. They didn’t have a choice.

But now they did. Right here in this moment. If Villain could just pull the trigger, all their worries would be left behind within an instant. But for some reason, Villain hesitated.

Their eyes went from confusion to concern. Their arm didn’t lift back up. Why weren’t they doing anything? Are they seriously showing mercy?

Finally, the Villain tucked their gun away. But why? Why? They had me cornered and helpless! Why won’t they kill me?

The Hero almost lunged at the Villain, they dropped to their knees and almost sounded like they were begging.

“What are you doing?! Kill me!” The Hero was begging. “Why are you throwing your chance away! Just kill me! You always wanted too!” They felt their throat close, tears emerged from their eyes. “Kill me! Please! Just do it! Please! Just kill-“

The Hero couldn’t even finish their begging due to how hard Villain had hugged them. They dropped to their knees and closely wrapped their arms around the Hero.

They couldn’t remember the last time they’ve been hugged. Ever since they became the hero they refused any love and affection, they thought they were too tough for that.

But now, that’s what they needed.

They gripped the back of Villain’s shirt and began to sob right into their shoulder. Everything they bottled in was finally coming out. The soft rocking back and forth and the soft “shh” made Hero calm down.

The Villain was comforting them. They didn’t know why they were, but they were grateful they did.

Once the Hero’s throat opened again, they gently pushed themselves away from Villain. Crying was a weakness to them, they didn’t want Villain to see them cry. Not once, and not ever.

“I-I’m sorry…” they murmured through sniffles. “I… I don’t know what I’m doing and-“

“Shh…” The Villain gently stroked Hero’s hair. “It’s alright.” They whispered. Something about their voice made Hero want to stay in their arms and never let go. “It’s going to be alright.”

Was it though? Hero couldn’t tell. They had just revealed to Villain how much they wanted to die. How much they didn’t want to do anything anymore. Who knows what would happen next.

Very slowly Villain helped them off their knees and onto their feet. Their eyes slowly met with one another, and Hero felt a warm hand press on their cheek.

“Hero.” Villains voice still remained as gentle as waves crashing in at night. “I don’t know what you are going through, but I know how you feel.” For once in their life, the Villain was being honest. Which was rare on typical occasions. “But I want you to relax for me and talk to me. About anything.”

This seemed so strange to Hero. At first the Villain was throwing threats, swinging fists and then pointed a gun at their head. And now here they were comforting Hero as best as they could. It all seemed so strange, but Hero needed this. Nobody gave them support like this.

Hero and Villain were in Hero’s apartment cleaning out piles and piles of papers that were everywhere in the office. As they were, Hero would unfold a piece of paper too fast and feel the corner of the page slice into their finger. They would drop the paper and whimper, waving their hand in the air.

“Fuck!”

“What’d you do?” The Villain’s head turned.

“The paper gave me a paper cut…” The Hero mumbled as they pulled their finger close to get a better look.

“Want me to kiss the boo-boo?” Villain was teasing as usual.

“Yes, actually.” The Hero looked back at all the papers in front of them. “That would help a lot.”

“Yeah, right.” Villain scoffed, sorting more papers. “I wouldn’t kiss my enemy. Never.”

“Well… I would kiss mine.” The Hero had no problem with saying that.

“Mhm… right.” Villain thought Hero was being sarcastic. “I’m sure you would Hero… I’m sure you would.”

Without any hesitation, the Hero grabbed Villain’s waist, spun them around and shoved them against the desk before pressing their lips against theirs.

The Supervillain had given Villain some kind of drug. And Hero didn’t know what it was. They couldn’t see what it was.

They were tied up against the pole, their arms ached from being tied up behind the pole for too long. The ropes were tight against their body, they felt like their stomach was squishing from the inside.

But that wasn’t their main concern right now. Sure, they couldn’t go up to Villain and try to figure out what the Supervillain have given them, but they could use their words.

While Villain stayed on their knees, taking in whatever drug Supervillain have given them, Hero’s eyes glanced at Supervillain, who stood inches away from Villain.

“What was it?” Hero tried to sound calm, but they were panicking with worry. “What did you give them?”

Supervillain’s head turned. Hero could only see their eyes for a second, before Supervillain fully turned to them. “You want to know?”

Hero remained still for a moment, before nodding their head. “Yes.” They blurted. “Please.” By now it sounded like the Hero was begging Supervillain to say it.

There was a small chuckle from the Supervillain as they started to approach a seat nearby. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt…” They hinted, sitting down in a seat. “It would give you a nice heads-up.”

The Supervillain eyed Villain, who was still on their knees. They were beginning to shake, and their hands began to form into fists. They were struggling. They were hurting and Hero couldn’t do anything about it. Supervillain grinned at the sight, before facing Hero again.

“The drug I gave them makes them attack and kill the people they hate the most.” Supervillain began to explain. “I would recommend you to start running, but I’m afraid you can’t.” They gestured at the ropes that were squishing Hero half to death.

Out of every reaction the Hero’s face could’ve expressed, they breathed out in relief. The Villain would be in no pain at all. The relieved sigh seemed to catch Supervillain’s attention.

“What?” They snapped, they leaned forward into their chair. “Why is that so relieving to you?”

“Because,” The Hero couldn’t help but smile. “This isn’t a problem for me.”

The Supervillain sat there, glaring at Hero with suspicion and anger. They knew the Villain better than Hero did. The Villain hates Hero. That’s how it always worked.

“Hurry up and let that drug kick in.” Supervillain muffled, their eyes not even pondering at Villain. “I don’t want to hear or see this person again.”

“Well start running…” The Villain growled.

Thank god they could still talk.

“Why should I?” Supervillain fumed. “There’s no need for me to run. I know you don’t-“

“I HATE YOU!” Villain bellowed. Their eyes locked right onto Supervillain.

They hated them. They despised them. They wanted to smash their head against the wall until they could paint the whole room red. They wanted to watch them suffer as they cut them up into pieces. They wanted them dead. They could feel the hate spread like fire and gasoline inside them. Their fists grew as strong as steel, their breathing became heavy.

If I run out of ideas, I go straight for the sequels! <3

Here’s Part 1 if you need it:

https://cookiethreat.tumblr.com/post/692061410682945536/random-thing-2

It was pouring rain that night. But Villain didn’t seem to care.

The rain matched their emotions. It reminded them how they wanted to cry in this very moment. How hard the raindrops fell, how there was so many of them, and how it just made the setting dark.

That’s all the Villain could think of.

They were walking down the street from the apartment building Hero lived in. They didn’t even bother to put on their coat, they would rather freeze in the rain then ever go back.

It wasn’t the same. Not anymore.

They felt like a fool. A fool for telling Hero how they had felt about them. How Hero didn’t even notice and how they started to cry. It wasn’t over the game at all.

Villain was heartbroken. They couldn’t get used to that pain.

They had never loved anyone in their life, never found the perfect one. Not until they had met Hero after robbing from a bank.

From that day forward, Villain had grown attached to Hero. But the chain never attached back.

That thought only made Villain tear up harder. They gripped their arms even tighter, and their shaking increased.

What did they do wrong? Where was the wrong step? Why did it even happen? Would it ever pass?

Negative thoughts ran into Villain’s head so fast, they just started to break into more and more tears.

Just go home. Go home, you’ll fight Hero tomorrow as always, and everything will be normal again-

“Villain!!”

There was a brief pause from Villain, and they stopped walking. They turned their head slightly and saw Hero, who was running down the sidewalk with no coat on, and worry over their face.

There is no way in hell they came back for Villain.

But that’s what Villain wanted to believe.

Hero stopped right at their feet, caught a breath, and looked back up at them.

“L-look… I’m sorry for what I… for what I said back there.” Hero was beginning to apologize. “You just started crying and I was so confused and… and I…”

Hero couldn’t speak. Villain’s eyes were red. Bloodshot red. At first Hero thought the rain had covered their face, but then realized it was Villain’s own tears.

The two just stared at each other in the pouring rain. And it was a long moment before Hero spoke again.

“Villain…” Their eyes seemed filled with sudden guilt. “What did I say back there? What did I do? How could I fix it?” They didn’t want to see Villain upset. Not like this. “Please. Tell me. Anything.”

Silence covered the two for a minute, and Villain’s eyes finally blinked away. “It’s simple.” They murmured. “Love can be such a trouble sometimes.”

…

Now the Hero understood.

The Villain wasn’t trying to distract them when they confessed in the middle of the game. They actually meant that. And Hero completely ignored it! So no wonder why Villain had gotten up and suddenly left!

Hero’s heart shattered. They had broken Villain’s heart.

Villain only let out a small sigh as they checked their watch. “It’s getting late Hero. You should go back home and sleep.” Villain rolled their sleeve back down and turned away. “We’ll just go back to fighting and hating each other like none of this ever happened.”

No, no! Don’t leave me!

“Wait!” Hero had lashed out and gripped Villain’s sleeve before they could take a step forward. “Please… don’t leave me alone.”

Something about Hero’s voice cracking made Villain not want to leave them. All they could do was turn and face Hero. They seemed upset. Almost as upset as Villain.

“I-I need you.” Hero murmured. “I don’t want to fight you anymore. I don’t want anymore punches thrown and anyone hurt.” Hero’s eyes began to fill with tears as they looked at Villain. “All I want is you to be happy. A-and… your company makes me feel safe. I…” Hero paused, before breathing out. “I love you.”

And then the Hero had broken down. If they had felt this way the whole time, why couldn’t they just tell Villain?

But that didn’t matter. Not to Villain. Instead, Villain only unfolded their wet jacket and placed it over Hero’s shoulders gently, and then pulled them in for the tightest hug.

Maybe the Villain’s love for the Hero wasn’t done just yet.

Hero walked in with a small vase in their hands while Villain laid half-asleep on the couch. Hero then drops the vase on accident and it shatters in front of them completely. The Hero lets out an angry sigh and bends down.

“Oh fuck me.”

Villain’s eyes would peek open and look at Hero with a small grin. Hero would notice and roll their eyes.

“That’s not an invitation. So don’t even think about it.”

Villain would suddenly stand on their feet, starting to approach Hero slowly. Hero would lean up away from the vase.

“I said it wasn’t an invitation. Now back off.”

Villain would only continue to approach. Hero would take a step back.

“No… stop it. Stop looking at me like that.”

There would be more steps taken back by Hero and steps taken forward by Villain until Hero felt themselves up against the counter. The Villain would let out a slight hum as they leaned over towards the Hero’s ear, put one hand on the Hero’s cheek, and looked them right in the eyes.

The Hero’s face started to sweat and their body started to shake as they felt Villain get so close to the point where they could feel and hear their very own breathing. They leaned right up against their ear and whispered:

“I want Chinese for dinner.”