#kinda enemies to lovers shit

[ghostxalien]

ALIENS

[villain-enthusiast]

The hero coughed blood.

Fucking shit, they thought frantically, hand pressed over the gaping wound in their side. Their new opponent packed a serious punch, more than what the agency had expected when they sent the hero out to stop them. Somehow they’d escaped, but not without the nasty stab to their stomach.

Class two villain my ass. The hero grunted as they stumbled into an alleyway, nearly slamming their shoulder into one of the brick walls. They slipped into damp corner and sat down gingerly, their breathing shallow. Cold sweat broke out on their forehead.

They shook the sputtering communication device on their wrist. Busted. The hero suddenly realized with disturbing clarity that they would die here if they didn’t get help soon, bleeding their guts out on the floor.

Blinding pain shot through their torso, and they closed their eyes, muscles clenching. They couldn’t stand up, not without passing out. And with their internal bleeding, pressure to the wound would be largely ineffective.

They were so totally fucked.

“Hero?”

The hero’s lids snapped open. The cloaked figure before them dipped and swayed, but they forced themselves to concentrate. No, that wasn’t their assaulter, that was—

“Villain,” they rasped.

“What are you doing all the way out here?” The villain’s tone was mocking, but could the hero hear a hint of concern?

The hero attempted a sloppy smirk as they approached. “Oh, y’know, just decided to get stabbed and die today. Regular hero shenanigans.” Shit, their words were slurring.

The villain didn’t respond, crouching down in front of them. Their fingers brushed over the throbbing cut on their cheek, ghosted over the bruise on their jaw—it was funny, the hero noted, how the villain's first instinct was to check their face—before trailing down to the still-bleeding wound at their side. Their hand paused.

The silence was so thick that the hero could hear their wavering heartbeat in their ears.

“Who did this to you.” The villain’s words were quiet. Deadly.

The hero choked on a disbelieving laugh. “Like you care,” they wheezed, but even they could hear the doubt in their own voice. When the villain continued to wait for an answer, they added, "One of your lackeys.” Their eyes fluttered as a wave of fatigue overwhelmed them.

The villain snapped their fingers. "Hey, stay with me." They gently removed the hero's limp hand from their side, examining the gash. They swore under their breath.

"That bad, huh," the hero huffed.

“This looks like [other villain]’s work,” the villain muttered. “Destroying your comms, letting you escape with a fatal wound, making you think you’ve gotten away when really,” their eyes slid up to meet the hero’s detached stare, “you’re on the brink of death.”

“How kind of them.”

The villain shook their head. “Why were you even fighting them? They’re superhero’s responsibility. You’re supposed to be going after me.” They paused, gaze darkening. “And only me.”

The hero shrugged minutely. “Agency assignment.” Their muscles clenched as white hot pain rattled through them again, leaving them weaker than ever. “Can you just kill me already? That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” They titled their head back against the wall and closed their eyes, feeling their body grow more distant by the second. “Just fucking do it.”

They heard the villain move, and they waited for the knife against their throat or the gun at their temple, but instead, gloved hands slid under their back and legs, lifting them up.

What? The hero shifted weakly, but the villain shushed them and bundled them closer to their chest.

“No questions. I’ve got you,” the villain murmured, holding them tightly as they sprinted down the alley, making sure they didn’t jostle their injury. “You can sleep now. I’ve got you.”

And the hero, somehow feeling safe in their enemy’s arms and too tired to wonder why they were being saved, succumbed to the pull of unconsciousness not a second later.

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part two

[everywherenothere]

JESUS CHRIST I KNOW WE ALL FIND SYLUS HOT BUT CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE OTHER THINGS ASIDE FROM SMUT?!!!????

[geesehell]

i needa take a piss so bad rn ngl w yall (art in the honor of urs dearest @takensoulss)

[lachiennearoo]

Another one of my pet peeves when it comes to romance is when one of the parties (usually the man when it's a straight romance, or just the more assertive of the two when it's a gay romance) bugs and annoys the other one to no end, without ever actually seeming to care for their well-being or boundaries, pushing even when the other is angry, telling them to fuck off, to calm the fuck down, that they hate them... And then you're supposed to want them to be together. That "oh secretly beneath all that annoyance and hatred they actually love the other party".

And I don't mean like lighthearted teasing, enemies to lovers where both equally annoy each other, or a comedy story where the annoyance is just funny. I mean like a supposed "serious" romance, sometimes even steamy and explicit. A story where the characters and their woes are supposed to be taken very seriously. Where you're supposed to really feel what they feel at every step of the way.

And then you're telling me the character would fall in love with some asshole who never respects them or them boundaries even when they tell them a clear no?

Just... Not really fun, innit? Feels kinda uh... Y'know...

Rapey

[theloveinc]

"how fucked up is your life that you need to hand out cookies just to get an ounce of praise" bakugo + "i don't know not like you give me any tho" reader .... they are fucking .......

[rattotheimperialcheesegod]

Im a modern aphmau watcher (not out of liking it really its more out of me just watching it to shit on her newer stuff cause its utter trash and she made her already decent ish at best, characters into the most annoying fuckers ive ever seen)

And with this, came a kinda guilty pleasure of seeing my girls, Nana and Kim, and i ship them.

a lot, alittle too much, they are littary dating in my rewrite...

[lovinggreeniehours]

random arifer shower thought,, so,,, would it be bad if i said that they liked each other,, because of their flaws,,,?

[ihavethegrimoire]

Satosugu: Enemies to Lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Enemies, Enemies AND Lovers, Friends AND Enemies (Frenemies)

Dude, I never feel confident categorizing my satosugu fics. I should just tag all of them as "it's complicated" and leave it at that.

[ichorblossoms]

oh shit yeah grimm and yarrow are exes to lovers huh

[weirdlynotspecific]

Ineffable Husbands superhero au idea

So Crowley works for like villain agency (he ended up there because he was a bored broke edgy highschooler with nothing to do and with powers) and now he's kinda trapped with them now.

But... He's really bad at his job.

Like REALLY bad at his job. But as long as he does "evil things" it's fine.

Meanwhile Aziraphale works for a superhero agency. He loves helping people, and he likes triumphing over evil, plus his ability to grow wings and stuff basically means he HAS to.

Except he also likes reading. And there's so much fighting. Aziraphale never liked the fighting part.

Anyways he and Crowley meet one day because Crowley is causing trouble (he robbed the local donut shop only because he wanted donuts) and Aziraphale confronts him. They both quickly realize that they are really bad at their jobs and decide eh as long as Crowley didn't steal any MONEY and Aziraphale helps them for the day, that's basically enough. Aziraphale is helping them, and Crowley stole donuts. That's plenty.

This turns into a routine. The superhero Principality is constantly "battling" the villain Temptation. But eagle eyed reporters notice their battles aren't actually very battle-like. Between Crowley flirting with Aziraphale every five seconds and both of them never landing an actual blow, it doesn't really seem like they're enemies.

Then one day Crowley, out of his costume and as a normal civilian, meets civilian Aziraphale in his book shop. And recognizes him instantly. They both double over laughing and the rest is history.

[noahtally-famous]

an irl told me two months ago that leonave is like the st ship steddie but in a more ‘unhinged, enemies to lovers, with theater kids’ way, and I’ve not been able to fully stop thinking abt that ever since, so here I am ready to see if she’s got a point or not by watching some steddie scenes

[kaktus-jus]

so umm idk if yall heard the rumours yet but apparently sergio's going to sign for inter miami, i wonder what who was the reason for that

[sneetsnootyoit]

In the process of writing the most FOUL, kinky, toe-curling smut for an Agent Whiskey x Reader fic that has enemies to lovers and smut and forced proximity at one point. There's a lot of feelings and porn with plot. This is probably going to be one of the most unhinged things I write. How unhinged? Just look at the tags, man

I really hope people actually read and like this fic when it's done 🫣

[torchickentacos]

So my sister and I were talking and this happened (a masterpiece made in 30 seconds) (long tags)

[puppy-the-mask]

I was about to sleep and then got assaulted by the fact that Peng is my lmk equivalent of Mutt in that I hate them both and so think about them a lot and damnit they’re pretty to look at and I’m mad about it. I hate that I like them so much

And then immediately after I got bombed so hard I had to write this because Peng and Rant are the same fucking character- send help my precious best boy has the same personality as this dumb bird bitch. I find solace in the fact that my boy has depth, redeeming qualities, and an actual character arc. Yet I lament that they’re both sassy drama queens who would sell you out, not for a corn chip, but to see what happens when they do because they’re bored and think it’ll be funny.