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Icy Blue Eyes

“So.” Supervillain swirled the glass in his hand, watching as the liquid whirled around. Villain stood at attention in front of him, nervous. “Hero, huh?”

Villain could’ve sworn he felt his heart stop. “What about him?” he managed to cough out after an awkward pause. 

Supervillain stopped swirling the cup. “I never told you anything. Yet here you are, looking like you just got caught committing a war crime.” He looked up, swiveling the office chair so it faced Villain fully. “But I’m glad we’re on the same page.” 

Villain tried to keep eye contact with his mentor. Those icy blue eyes seemed to always know every little detail of everything happening. It came with his power, Villain had come to realize. Supervillain’s power was being able to read people’s emotions and manipulate them. This was why Villain was now mentally kicking themselves for thinking they could simply hide their love for Hero from someone who could read minds. 

“I’ve told you about how my powers work. I see colors representing different emotions, and I can manipulate them to my liking. I take, and I give sadness. I can bring people’s worst nightmares out with a wrist flick. But do you know the one emotion I cannot manipulate no matter how hard I try?”

Villain swallowed thickly. “Love.”

Supervillain nodded. “Correct. I can’t make anyone fall in love, and I can’t take away that love, either. Amor Animi Arbitrio Sumitur, Non Ponitur. Love is taken by the choice of mind, not to be put down. Do you know what that means?” 

Villain knew the answer. Supervillain knew that. Supervillain’s Second-in-Command, Henchman, stood behind him, staring with an unreadable gaze that would make anyone squirm. But Villain was too focused on Supervillain to actually shudder. “We uh…” He licked his lips nervously. “We can choose to love, but we can’t choose to stop loving.”

“That’s Hero’s favorite phrase, isn’t it?” Supervillain paused. “No…Per aspera ad astra. Through hardships to the stars.” Villain felt sick. This was all nauseating. The way the phrases rolled off Supervillain’s tongue so easily, how he had managed to say not one but two of Hero’s favorite Latin phrases. 

“Sir, I-“ 

“I thought we were past the formalities.” Supervillain stood up sharply, causing Villain to flinch. “I can see it. I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen the light blue of uncertainty forming a halo around your head. The purple fear forms a chokehold around your neck. I can take those away easily.” He paused, ghosting his fingers around the edge of the desk. “I can’t just remove the love on your chest.”

Villain had to strain his ears to listen to the last part, but he knew deep down that Supervillain was right. 

Supervillain strolled around the desk until he was right in front of Villain. Villain felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Are you sorry?”

He swallowed. “For what?”

“Dating [Hero’s name].” 

Villain’s heart beat faster until he felt it would explode.

When he didn’t answer, Supervillain leaned forward. “Don’t lie.” He gritted out between his teeth. His icy blue eyes seemed to be the only thing Villain could focus on.

“No!” 

The room went still. Henchman stopped approaching them, frozen in place, and Villain was pretty sure Henchman had gone a shade paler. 

Supervillain paused and leaned against the desk, looking…content?

“I understand.” He said, his eyes glancing around the room before returning to Villain. “You’re dismissed, Villain. I’ve seen Hero fall to too many toxic partners before you. I just wanted to make sure.” Villain was honeslty surpised he walked out in one piece. Supervillain hated how corrupt the Hero Agency was and how other heroes only worked for the glamor. That’s what he loved about Hero, Villain had come to realize. How Hero did everything to keep people safe. He never wanted fame; he just wanted to save lives. But the toxic partners? Yes, Hero had had some partners who used him for fame, and maybe Supervillain had uncovered that. But why would he care? 

Villain didn’t understand what he meant until he saw those same icy blue eyes when he met Hero’s father the following week. 

Please tell me if this is cringe y'all I have next to no social skills. But yea! I hope you enjoyed and I am open to requests! Constructive Criticism is great appreciated :)

Announcementish???

I've gotta a good amount of requests to write something similar to "icy blue eyes" (A short story I wrote a couple days ago). I've got a lot in mind for branching off of it, and I've decided to turn it into a series if y'all want. Where should I post it?

The people who requested (yall are amazing :D)

@ayo-evernight (Thank you for the original idea to make it a series!!!)

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Prompt #1

“Man, you wear some interesting clothes while you’re at home.” Villain squinted at Hero. “Pretty sure that hoodie doesn’t go with- ARE THOSE MY SWEATPANTS????”

Hero crossed their arms. “It’s my house. My rules.” “And those are my sweatpants! How? They’ve been missing for a week!”

“Womp Womp.”

“DID YOU JUST WOMP WOMP ME???”

Aka: I'm tired. It's finals week ;-;. New short story is coming soon, just kinda a spur of the moment prompt idea! If y'all want I can turn this into a full story :)

Hope y'all have a great day!!! :D

Prompt ideas?

Just a Couple Days

TW: Needles, (Consensual?) Kidnapping, Cursing

"For all the times you've gotten angry because I stayed up too late," Villain chucked. "You seem to be awake at such a late hour of the night."

"Why are you in my house?" Hero didn't look up from the paperwork they were filling out.

"You call this a house?" Villain looked around the half-decent apartment the hero agency had assigned to them, mockingly gesturing to the dishwasher that had broken down weeks ago. They had probably just resorted to hand washing. Villain saw the soap on the edges of the sink.

Hero continued writing. "You're avoiding my question."

Villain shrugged. "I just wanted to see you." They murmured, their hand running along the edge of the desk.

"I don't have time to deal with your bullshit."

"This really is a pretty terrible desk." 

"This really is a horrible time for you to come over." 

"Oh, what? Am I interrupting you from your important paperwork?" Villain leaned on the edge of the desk, snatching one of the forms before Hero could respond. Villain took note of that and frowned. "You're reaction time."

Hero slumped into the chair with a huff. "My reaction time is excellent." 

"I had already read half the page by the time you tried to snatch this back." Villain waved it a bit.  "How many hours of sleep did you get? "

"If you came here to kick my ass, just do it already."

"Oh, who's avoiding questions now?" Villain set the paper down in favor of grabbing Hero by the chin, leaning over the desk to make sure Hero couldn't avoid them. "Go to sleep."

Hero scowled. "This is due tomorrow. I don't exactly have time for you-"

"You have time when I say you do." Villain snapped, letting go and pulling a syringe out of their pocket. "Do I need to force you to sleep?"

Hero's demeanor went from irritated to downright fearful. "You wouldn't."

Villain smiled. "Can't finish those papers if you've been kidnapped."

They expected protests, fighting even. But the real shock came when Hero simply tossed the pen down and rubbed their hand over their face. "Please."

Now it was Villain's turn to be shocked. "You want this?" They blurted out.

The nod was hesitant but there. "Just for a couple days." Villain saw the gears turning. "I just need some time to clear my head- no, I could pay if you want- oh God, what am I doing?"

Villain set the shiny syringe down. "No need for payment. I know what your salary is." They busied themselves by searching his pockets for a sack and rope (Hero always teased them about their never-ending pockets).

Hero began to protest. "I'll go willingly, just-"

"Oh, I know you will. But there are security cameras outside the building, and I don't think the Agency will be happy when they see you just walking out of the building."

Hero opened their mouth, then closed it. "No sedative?"

"Oh, darling."

Villain knew how everyone would react if they found out Hero had been awake when kidnapped. How they should've done more to fight. How they should've been better. Villain wondered how Hero could take all the criticism despite everything they've done for the city. This needed to look real. Villain knew Hero would fight out of pure instinct the moment the sack went on.

Hero sighed, defeated. "Just..." Their gaze never left the needle. "A small dosage."

Villain moved swiftly, the needle in Hero's arm before their sluggish brain could comprehend what was happening. "With how much sleep you've gotten?" They murmured as they pushed a little bit of the drug in. "I don't think you're going to wake up soon."

In all honesty, they didn't need to take a full dosage. Hero was out like a light, eyes rolling to the back of their heads as they slumped into the Villain's waiting arms. They chuckled, grabbing the sack.

They wouldn't hurt the Hero. At least not now. There was no fun in fighting your nemesis when they weren't up to your level. Hero needed help, something Villain would be happy to provide.

Villain left the tiny apartment and the now burning stack of papers with Hero slung over their shoulder and the determination to give them the help they deserved.

Constructive Criticism is very much appreciated! :) Hope y'all have an amazing day/night!

Masterlist :)

Hero x Villain

Somethings Never Change

Icy Blue Eyes

Just a Couple Days

Yall how in the world do I write like. I write but then my anxiety takes over and then I can't even look at myself without fearing the backlash if I ever show someone my writing.

Somethings never Change

"Ah." Supervillain hummed as he sat on the rooftop, letting his legs dangle off the edge. "The cycle continues."

Superhero chuckled as he laid his head on Supervillain's shoulder, fiddling with the wedding ring on his finger, a matching one on Supervillain's hand. "The cycle continues."

They both watch Hero and Villain, formerly their sidekicks, sit on a rooftop a couple of buildings away, unaware they are being watched as they settle down for a picnic date together. 

"It's almost hilarious how they tried to hide this from us," Supervillain murmured, observing as Villain cracked a joke, sending Hero into a fit of giggles. "And to think this was us 5 years ago."

Superhero snorted, "Some things will never change, I guess." They buried themselves deeper into his lover's side until they almost looked like one person melted together. 

"Do you remember how your sidekick used to cling to you when she was first inducted?" Superhero felt Supervillains fingers brush over their shoulder. 

"Do you remember how yours accidentally ran into a wall on his first mission?" Superhero retorted, but there was no malice in their voice. 

Supervillain kissed Superhero's forehead. "I call being the Officiant at their wedding."

Superhero gasped. "You wouldn't dare take that honor away from me."

Supervillain grinned that same grin that used to scare away any civilian who looked at him. "Oh, I dare. Besides, you need to walk Hero down the aisle." 

Superhero huffed, "You win, I guess." He stood up, "I call the movie tonight."

"You mean the movie you're going to sleep through anyways?"

"I hate you."

"No, you love me."

They ended up leaving Hero and Villain to their little date, watching a movie of Superhero's choice (Which Superhero fell asleep to minutes in, and Supervillain dozed off shortly after, cradled in each other's arms).

First story on here! Ig it's a bit of a prompt? Idk. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated!

Cycles

Our school has this program where we go and read to the elementary school kids. Earlier I read to these 3 girls around 2nd grade. The way it went was they would bring a book and then I would read it to them. Two of the girls brought the classics: dog man, baby sitters club. The third girl brought a book that caught my eye. Charlotte's Web. Usually you read it in third grade, but the girl loved it so much she brought it to the reading time. So I read a bit from every book, a short story from dog man about the vacuum, that one babysitter book where Stacy and Mary Anne go to the beach. But the two girls didn't seem too interested in Charlotte's Web. I read the chapter where Charlotte writes "some pig" onto her web, and the two girls quickly wanted to continue onto another book. But the third girl? She wanted them to see why she loved the book, why she loved reading this book so much when it barely had any pictures at all.

It's been a couple weeks since then but I haven't forgotten her. In some way, I saw myself in her. That one kid who didn't wanna put down a book even though it barely had any photos in it. And I'm not saying I'm above everyone who didn't enjoy chapter books in any way. Or am I saying that the third girl was above the other 2 girls. I enjoyed comics as well. But watching the girl read the book and imagining everything that was happening in it gave me a sense of deja vu. I saw myself in her, watching each word pop off the page and add a little extra color to the setting.

I wanted to share this because I've seen a lot of people say how the younger generation doesn't have the same passion as they did when they were younger. And I even agreed with that at one point. But watching that girl love Charlotte's Web to death brought some new hope to me.

I hope and pray she continues to grow that passion for reading.

The cycle continues. Young kids still hold that love for reading. I've seen a lot of people call the younger generation "ipad kids" and "Iphone kids" but I want to share how that girl still holds that love for reading.

As long as theres books in the world there will always be people who love reading. People who love imagining every word in their brain.

The cycle continues.