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[sunnynwanda]

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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[oneleggedflamingo]

I woke up well rested and happy, so today I will print out the 1st draft of the Cloudcastle story I have been writing since the summer 22. Then I will write editing ideas and other nonsense to the papers and start working on the second draft.

[analikestodream]

"I Saw Her in the Bus(Monique)"

Pen on paper

04/06/24

[MONIQUE]

Eu a vi no ônibus. Talvez pela segunda, terceira vez. Conhecemo-nos no ensino médio, vinte e tanto anos atrás; acho que eramos bons amigos, não tenho certeza, porém.

Viemos da longínqua Cambutiru para Belém ao mesmo tempo, talvez no mesmo ônibus, e só viramos conhecidos com o início das aulas. Penso que eramos parecidos, mas não sei ao certo.

Apresentei-lhe aos discos, que ela odiou, daí mostrou-me o Mp3, que eu amei; foi muito injusto.

Nunca nem brigamos. Foi o tempo que nos quebrou. Foi uma morte lenta, tanto que nem notei, a avalanche de luto só chegou anos depois, quando desci daquele ônibus pela segunda, terceira, última vez.

[fortunatelyperfectcreator]

[orbita-fanini]

Frase del día:

No quiero hacerle daño a nadie por llenar vacíos que me corresponden.

@Diego Dewitt

[singinthegardns]

[hazerancicegi]

İnzivaya çekilip insanlardan kaçmak istiyorum.

[tapparell-a]

I really like this rage-ace (does it just make me laugh, ok?) we're spewing on Tumbrl. Let's keep going, damn it.

DENMARK IS EVER CLOSER.

[ssessizgece]

Arkanda bıraktığın cevapsız soruları kim cevaplayacak?

[evlenmeseksmi]

Sonsuzlukta sevişebileceğim birini istiyorum. Sadece bir kişiyi. Hep bana ait ve hep ona ait olabileceğim biri. Her anlamda.

[hecates-stuff]

11:57

| Me Before You |

[nolifewithoutlavinia]

Aklımı dinlesem kazanacağım, kalbimi dinlesem kaybedeceğim bir ikilemdeyim.

[hellomarss]

kecewa paling menakutkan adalah pada diri sendiri

[poppitron360]

As a British person, I’m always worried about using brit-only lingo in my posts in case the Americans are like “wtf is a motorway?”

I’d love to hear from my moots on this bc this affects y’all the most

[fortunatelyperfectcreator]

[orbita-fanini]

Frase del día:

"Llorar sin soltar una lagrima es la peor manera de hacerlo".

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