#here i am helloooo

[flimsy-spine]

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[raineandsky]

Hello, I was wondering if you could please write something where Villain thinks they are under a love potion slipped by hero’s allies. After every moment they see hero they feel they are in love with them. But when they confront the teammate they find, to their surprise that they gave them a ‘speak your heart’ potion to get them to confess their crimes and never expected them to have feelings for their friend. Coming to the shock and realization that they had indeed fallen for hero but had been ignoring it/suppressing it. Now they are at the point where they can deny it no longer. Thank you for your consideration and for reading this! I hope you have an absolutely lovely day! 💕

this was.... such a cute idea??? i liked writing this one, i hope you enjoy reading!! thank you as always for the request!!

Heroes are liars. The villain knows this well. They’ll lie, cheat and bribe their way into anything that might mean another villain in jail, another victory under their belt.

There are telltale signs of lying, of course. Looking away, shifting about, smiling awkwardly. The villain has learnt all of these, because they know that heroes are liars, but also tend to be bad liars.

This hero, from the villain’s deduction, is either an incredibly good liar or telling the truth. God, the villain wants it to be the former.

“Love potion turns blue,” this hero is saying. “When I poured the heart-speaker in your drink it went orange.”

The hero’s looking right at them, stock still, face blank except for what seems a little like horror. Liar, surely. He’s just a damn good one. “Bullshit. You’re— You’re fucking with my head.”

“I’m not doing anything!” the hero cries. “I’ve been following you around with a recorder because I was hoping you’d admit to your crimes! I wasn’t expecting any of this.”

The villain turns away from them—a mistake most villains know not to make, not that the villain particularly cares right now—and heaves a deep sigh. It makes sense, doesn’t it? Does it?

The villain is no stranger to love potions and their effects. How they noticeably warp their victim’s perception of reality, of who they can trust. The villain, subject to one such potion for one of the supervillain’s strange experiments, noticed that everything felt different, that their feelings on certain people had inexplicably changed. The effects also wore off after a day.

The villain’s been feeling like this for a week. Loose, almost detached, like honesty is the best policy even though their colleagues would scream for them to stop talking.

They’ve seen their hero more than once this past week. Carefully stamped-down, begrudging respect has blown up into desperate infatuation. Their hero says some well-practised lines about taking them down, the villain stutters out some of their own about never being caught, and then they fight, the physicality of it entirely overwhelming sometimes.

That’s more than a simple love potion has ever done to the villain.

Their hero is— how long has the villain been calling them that? That hero isn’t the villain’s anything except their nemesis. They need to get out of their own head before the heart-speaker drowns them in their own emotions.

“How… how long does it last?” the villain asks faintly.

“Well,” the hero says, “at least a week.”

“Oh my god. You don’t even know.” The villain scoffs in offence. “Jesus, I— I can’t see [Hero] again like this.”

“You’re freaking out, [Villain],” the hero butts in carefully. “You’re recognising your own feelings for the first time. It’s a lot. I get it.”

The hero doesn’t get it. The villain feels like the world’s about to end. “What the hell am I meant to do?”

“You could tell them.”

“Are you insane? No!” The villain wrings their hands, pacing thoughtlessly. “No, this isn’t right. The heart-speaker will wear off and everything will go back to normal. It’s fine.”

“I mean…” The hero glances down at the little audio recorder in their hand. It looks ancient, as most hardware does that comes from the agency. “I still have a ton of free space on this thing.”

“I’m not saying it out loud and I’m certainly not letting you record it.”

The hero shrugs, the lightest smirk weaving its way onto their stupid face. “I didn’t think you would. I do have some heart-speaker left. Enough for… someone else.”

On any normal day, the villain wouldn’t care too much about knowing what their hero thinks of them. But this day isn’t normal, and with this goddamn potion working its magic on them, the villain is painfully, embarrassingly desperate to know every little detail of their hero’s thoughts.

The villain squints at the hero to make it clear they’re not agreeing to this immediately, although their body language probably suggests otherwise. “Okay, well, it’s not your worst idea.”

The hero nods sagely. “I think I know which idea of mine you think is the worst. I’ll make sure this one isn’t to your detriment, though—it’ll be fun working with you, partner.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why, saving it for someone else?”

The villain wants to snap back at them for the tease as the hero laughs, but they can’t deny what the heart-speaker is forcing them to admit.

Yes.

[mblematic]

[banging on netflix's door so loud] LET ME RE-ADAPT THE UGLIES SERIES WE CAN TRY AGAIN WE CAN MAKE IT BETTER WE'LL GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME I CAN DO IT LET ME AT IT

[yuukimiyas]

g’morn sweet peas! (∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) & a v happy sunday funday to you!! i’ve arrived at wrk safe & sound & im ready to have a great day!! - ̗̀(⌯'ᵕ'⌯) ̖́- i hope your sunday funday treats you so v well & so kindly!! <33

[redgearsmovin]

[the-moon-pal]

Dont tell my mutuals its 4 am - i am but passing by..

[grimowled]

;ooc

[dnangelic]

' maybe if i --- argh , no , that won't work ... '

( yaaaawn . you're working pretty hard as usual , daisuke . )

' yeah , no thanks to you ... even though i wanted to spend my weekend outside , i'm stuck doing something like this instead . '

( now , now . don't sigh so much . planning ahead for the future is a virtue ! )

' not when it's for the sake of stealing !! '

[corpsephrog]

guys fucking vote harris walz or istg

[woolydemon]

i am so apathetic to popular male transformers characters, but i have a simple trick to make me care abt them: i turn them into robot women then i suddenly start seeing their appeal

[baileyboo2016]

you MIGHT like ravio,

just a tad bit :3

Uh….maybe? it’s nothing though don’t worry! I totally don’t think about him every day! *sweats nervously*

[rechiigu]

I have made a discovery but will never tell you about it

[remotespontaneouscombustion]

@dnangelic : ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜

Honestly he probably wouldn't have if what he'd overheard hadn't sounded… very illegal. Not that the laws were really something Maki paid any personal mind to really, but it was a bit unusual to hear what sounded like blatant talking about theft... heard from someone who couldn't be older than him by much.

He was fully intending on going about his business before this point, blending into the background as much as someone can despite a bright yellow jacket. But his curiosity got the better of him as he lingered near the stranger, unable to hide making a baffled face when he realized what he was hearing about. Sort of. Parts of it are not clicking. But what a jumpy reaction too.

It's rude to eavesdrop, his mind echoes back to him.

"I'm...sorry, I think I heard more than you intended on sharing. Though it's not any concern of mine if it helps."

If he was going to commit a theft that was up to the police to handle. Not any of Maki's business. Might be a little fun to watch, though.

[ofdraiocht]

im home

[unkindrewind]

> I cant wait for charlie to single handedly bring back the slutty ( affectionate, never derogatory) looks of the late 70s with the cropped shirts and length deficient athletic shorts. Yes this is technically a normal look of the time, no he isn’t being innovative —

[justsomeoneunordinary]

ugh i'm so fuckin tired