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Prompt 439
"Never expected to see the goodie two-shoes here," the villain slurred. The bar patrons ducked their heads and tried to avoid the attention of the figure standing in the doorway. "A-Aren't you going to faint at the smell of vodka?”
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Prompt 439
"Never expected to see the goodie two-shoes here," the villain slurred. The bar patrons ducked their heads and tried to avoid the attention of the figure standing in the doorway. "A-Aren't you going to faint at the smell of vodka?”
Hi! Ive been following you for a long while and I love your writing so much!
If you feel like it, could you write a hero x villain, one of which is the type to get touchy and playful when drunk and accidentally confesses to the other like that? With the other being surprised
Ofc you can take it in whatever way you want! :D
Do Your Worst
Warnings: intoxication, slightly suggestive (i guess?), bad flirting xD
Villain was stoic. Cold as ice, unmoving as a mountain. They never flinched, never winced, never recoiled. No matter how strong the blow was, no matter how bad it hurt. No muscle dared to twitch on their carved face, not one sound escaped their pale lips.
They were made of stone - Hero was sure of it.
Here remembered their first battle with Villain, the power of their blows unmatched, rumbling in the emptiness of the building, concrete crushing under their fists as they chased Villain relentlessly. In retrospect, Hero knows they must have broken at least five ribs, if not more. Yet, the only reaction they got from Villain was a quirked eyebrow - a mocking challenge. A dare to keep going, to give more. Bring it on.
Do your worst.
Hero hated those words despite having heard them a thousand times before. A spark ignited deep within, turning into lightning, rushing through their veins like a wave. Passion and power. Hero had no idea where to draw the line. Villain was insatiable in their hunger, unstoppable in their pursuit of a thrill. Yet there was no satiating Hero's thirst either - they wanted more. More fire, more freedom. More of Villain.
But Villain was the epitome of indomitable. Impassive. Equable.
All the more surprising was the state they found Villain in today. No, surprising was not the word for what they were feeling. They were struck dumb, astonished, speechless. Anything but surprised as they take in the look of Villain swaying on their feet and coming to a halt in front of them with the sweetest pout on their soft lips.
"Baby-y," they exclaim, excitement colouring their voice in a way Hero has never heard before. "What are you doing here?"
Hero staggers back, their eyes blown wide. Villain attempts a smile, their lips curling up to reveal the dimples on their cheeks. Hero feels their heart skip a beat at the sight.
"Villain, are you alright?" They start cautiously, part of them suspecting that their nemesis has been drugged.
Villain nods, failing to form a stern expression and setting on an adorable frown. "Mhm. Missed you. So much." Their words come out slurred but manage to send Hero's eyebrows up into their goddamn hairline.
"You... what?" Hero mumbles out, breath hitching in their throat as they process the words. They are quick to react when Villain stumbles forward, gripping Hero's outstretched arms for stability.
Except, they don't stop at that. Once Hero steadies them and lets go of their hands, Villain doesn't step back. Instead, they wrap their arms around Hero's waist and rest their chin on Hero's chest as they tilt their head up.
"Hi, baby," they muse, their pupils dilated from intoxication. Hero's throat goes dry at the sight, their hands twitching to touch Villain's flushed cheekbones, brush their fingers over the sensitive skin, ignite them the same way Villain's words have them on fire.
"Hi," Hero breathes out, their mind spinning. "You're drunk." They state the obvious, earning a deep rumble of a chuckle from Villain.
"Mhm," Villain hums, leaning closer, their chest flush against Hero's. "And you're pretty."
"I- w-what?" Hero stutters out, their brain short-circuiting when Villain's hand slides up their chest to their neck, their fingers brushing the side of Hero's neck. "What are you doing?"
"Hm?" Villain looks up at them, blinking innocently and sending a shiver down Hero's spine. Holy mother of god.
Hero wants to remove Villain's hands from their body, they really do. But, the moment they actually try, Villain gives them the most adorably heart-shattering pout they have ever seen, and who the hell is Hero to refuse them?
They sigh heavily, cupping Villain's jaw, their thumb rubbing soft circles into their cheek. "Shh, let me get you home, okay?" They ask, gazing intently into Villain's heavy-lidded eyes. Villain nods, leaning into their touch with unexpected desperation, their lips parted in strained pants.
Hero draws them closer, holding them upright, but almost drops them when their apathetic nemesis yelps. Hero stares at their enemy cradled in their arms when Villain does the unthinkable. They giggle. The sound rings through the air, and Hero all but dies on the spot, their mouth hanging agape for a moment too long, drawing another soft laugh out of Villain, who must have decided to break Hero's mind because they wrap their arm around Hero's shoulders, nuzzling into their neck.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," they mutter against Hero's skin, sending a flood of lava down their throat. Hero lets out a guttural groan, barely restraining themself from lifting Villain's head from their shoulder and devouring them on the spot.
"Villain, please," Hero whispers, unsure of what they are pleading for - for Villain to stop or to keep going. Keep ruining me.
Villain shakes their head, their lips brushing against the side of Hero's neck when they speak again. "I won't have the guts to say this when I'm sober," they confess, and Hero freezes, too stunned to move, speak or even breathe.
They can't remember what they need the air for when Villain's cold fingers trace the outline of their lips. They feel intoxicated, Villain's drunken state influencing them in the strangest way possible, making them feel lightheaded like no alcohol ever could.
"Villain," Hero warns through gritted teeth, struggling desperately to maintain control and composure when Villain stands on their tiptoes, leaning on Hero's chest for stability. "One more word from you, and I won't be responsible for my actions."
They press their forehead to Villain's, their eyes meeting with scorching intensity, Hero's gaze glowing with insanity and desire.
Villain might be made of stone, but Hero isn't.
Hero is on the verge of falling apart, crumbling under Villain's smouldering hands like they are made of clay.
"Do your worst," Villain whispers against their lips, and Hero loses it, capturing Villain's mouth, crushing into them with a groan rambling in the back of their throat.
No, Hero is not made of stone. And neither is Villain.
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Prompt #3219
"We're not fighting right now. You're drunk."
"Still sober enough to destroy half the city." The villain put their fists up. "Come on, darling. Either you engage in my drunken brawl or I'll go and find someone much more breakable to scrap with."
Inspired by this post by @gingerly-writing
Warnings: drugged villain
*not edited*
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Hero caught Villain as he fell forward into her arms, forehead falling directly onto his shoulder. He groaned, trying to steady himself, but whatever drug he was given did not permit that.
"Hey, hey," Hero said earnestly, dragging Villain's limp body over to a nearby bench. She haunted him onto it, shooting any pedestrians a glare, and propped him up against her shoulder. He mumbled something incoherently, eyes rolling back behind half closed eyelids.
"Wake up," Hero jostled her enemy. He blinked his eyes back open, arms moving to wrap around Hero's waist, hugging her.
He reeks of alcohol, Hero noted. The hangover later would be awful for him. Lots of aspirin, naps, and water.
Hero nearly facepalmed herself. She was acting like his mother or his significant other. A caretaker for his murderous self. Which she wasn't whatsoever, just a compassionate individual.
Hero wrapped her arms around the loopy villain. He smiled a wavering smile that Hero couldn't help but chuckle at.
"Wanna go home?" She asked, smoothing out an unruly strand of his golden brown hair. He stared at her for a moment, gaze going far off as he tried to contemplate her offer. After a good ten seconds, he nodded, head swaying with the effort.
"Okay, c'mere." Hero stood up and helped Villain to his feet, but he wobbled and nearly fell on the hard concrete below. Hero caught him, pulling back on his arm.
"Ooooh 'kay," Hero whistled, scooped him up into a bridal carry. He giddily chuckled, playing with the strings of Hero's hoodie.
"Meh head feels..." he trailed off, staring at Hero. "Weird," he finished, pressing his face to his arm that he aimlessly flailed about. "Foggy n hurts. Meh... w-want water."
"You'll get water when we get home," Hero stared down at Villain who was getting closer and closer to passing out. He watched her still, very intently, head leaning against her bicep.
"What were you doing in the bar?" Hero asked as she unlocked her house. Thankfully, it was only a block's walk from the bar that she found Villain, delirious out of his mind, and being pushed around by some bigger, tougher, and very drunk villains.
"Mm I-i... do, do not wanna... I don't... know," Villain stumbled over words, face contorted in worry as he failed to say even a simple sentence. Hero smiled down at him; he seemed to relax.
"Don't remember?" She asked, laying Villain on her couch. He flopped helplessly onto his, arm falling off the side. He nodded, eyes closing.
It only took a second and he was out cold.
Hero laid next to him, pulling his head into the crook of her arm and sighed. Tomorrow would be rough, and embarrassing, for the poor guy. She chuckled, looking down at him. His eyelids twitched in his slumber, signs of a dream. Hero sighed and draped a blanket over him before getting up and leaving.
Tomorrow would not be fun.
Could you write a prompt about The Hero finding The Villain drunk in the alley and decides to take care of them? Perhaps TV has a crush/is in love with TH?
It had been a normal night, calm midnight skies above them with a slight breeze. They hadn’t been on the job in days, and it was relaxing to be able to escape to a place as simple as a bar in their civilian clothes.
Until a barely perceptible sound from the alleyway behind the bar had made them stop. They didn’t know what they had expected. A stray cat, a homeless person perhaps.
Not the Villain, covered in sweat, grime, and God knew what else, slouched against the wall and only half-conscious.
The Hero froze.
Some internal part of them screamed, tried to run away. They faced the Villain all the time, and they’d never admit it to anyone, but the Villain scared them. The Villain could scare the shit out of them sometimes. Right then, running would have been the smart thing to do. The rational thing.
Their feet moved them forward, propelling them until they stood above the Villain. They stared at xir for a brief moment, then they uncapped their bottle of water and dumped it over the Villain’s head.
Villain sputtered, bolting up as xir eyes fluttered open. Xe gazed around wildly before xir eyes landed on the Hero. For a moment, xe seemed a little confused. Xe had never seen the Hero in their civilian cover. Then recognition flared in xir eyes.
“Well, well,” the Villain rasped, struggling to keep a cool demeanor. “You are the last person I’d expect to see in a dark alley at night.”
“Interesting. I thought the same about you,” the Hero said calmly. They gestured at the Villain’s filthy clothes. “I would at least expect you to be better dressed.”
“Yes, well. Rough night. What can I say?”
The Hero was quiet for a few moments. “Are you ok?” they asked quietly. They didn’t need to say how unnatural it was to find the Villain in a state like this. How unnerving it was to witness.
“I’m fine,” the Villain slurred, grinning up at them. “What about you, gorgeous?” The Hero wrinkled their nose.
“You’re still drunk.”
“And you’re good-looking. Looking good.”
“Ok, I’m going to help you get out of here,” the Hero said, kneeling down and swinging one of the Villain’s arms over their shoulder. “I’ve got a place we can go.”
“To be alone?” the Villain purred, though the words came out garbled. The Hero ignored the attempts at suaveness.
“To get you feeling a little more yourself. And to get you into better clothes, of course.” At that the Villain froze. The Hero was being serious. There was legitimate concern in their voice. Had the Hero been worried? The Villain tried to ignore the elation building up in xir chest, tried to hide the flush in xir cheeks.
“Thank you,” the Villain said quietly. The Hero’s mouth quirked up in a smile.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be back to trying to kill each other in a week,” they said with a laugh. The Villain looked at them, thinking.
I don’t want to try and kill you.
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Would you mind writing some prompts where the hero finds the alcoholic villain FAR too drunk, and has to help them out until they're sober again? Thank you, I love your writing!
Thank you!, I hope you like the prompts
1. “Fight me you, uuhh fuuuucking biitch” The hero stared unimpressed at the villain, to say they were a mess was an understatement, she could smell the alcohol on the villain from where she was standing and they could hardly keep them self upright, leaning on a near by wall for support.
“I’m not going to fight you” The hero sighed, she really wasn’t prepared to deal with this tonight.
“Is it cus you’re scared? I’lll steal your mom iff you don’t fiight me righht now” The villain lurched forwards in an attempt to attack but they only fell face first at the hero’s feet
“I’m taking you home and staying until you sober up” she said, helping them up, she could tell it was going to be a long night.
2.“You’ve been drinking again” The hero frowned.
“Maaybe, come over and I’ll let you taste for yourself” The villain was slumped over on the ground, police saw them and called the hero but they weren’t going to be hurting anyone in this state. this wasn’t the first time the hero had to deal with them like this, in fact it was becoming somewhat of a regular occurrence.
“Come on, I’m taking you home”
3. “I drink because of you, you know that right (hero), this job is just so stressful, sometimes I wish I had just gone to law school, but my dad was all like ‘NOOO you have to get a sciency degree’ and then everything just exploded and I can’t get my judge hammer cuz I got these powers, and other times I’m like ‘lol, punching things and robbing banks is fun’ BUT YOU, you always just make it harder and I hate you” The villain was lying on a park bench, with his head on the hero’s lap, he reeked of cheap booze, the hero had found him lying on the street corner outside one of the bars.
“Uhhuh” The hero said watching to make sure nobody was near by.
“Who even decided that crime was illegal, I hate that guy, I bet he never tried to break into an museum and steal old science stuff”
“Probably not”
“You aren’t even listening to me, this is why I hate you I just-” The villain paused, sat up and puked, then returned where to he was lying before.
“Annyway” the hero sighed, the villain wasn’t even this chatty while sober it was going to be a very, very long night
Prompt 278
"Mmm, gonna mark you up, gonna make you..."
The hero catches the villain's flailing arm. "Hold on, buddy. You're too drunk for me to tell if you mean that in a fun or threatening way."
Prompt #3
Villain was over the top, madly, in love with Hero. They were so obsessed that they would do anything at all...
"I hereby declare that I am gonna resign from villainy," Villain told Supervillain one afternoon during lunch.
"That-that," Supervillain stifled a laugh. "Is impossible."
"Impossible?"
"Very."
"Very impossible?"
"Immensely," Supervillain took a thoughtful bite from their cheeseburger. "You can't resign from something that is not a job."
"Villainy isn't a job?" Villain wrinkled their nose as the spooned their soap.
"You are correct. It isn't."
"Not a job..." Villain echoed and eyed Supervillain suspiciously. "Does that mean I am unemployed?"
Supervillain thought for a moment, "Yes."
"Then how do I make money?" Villain asked and failed to scoop some soup into their mouth. It dumped on the table. Villain lunged forward and knocked the whole bowl on the floor with a distracted, "Oopsie."
Supervillain sighed, looking around to make sure no one was watching their idiot of a colleague.
"You don't," Supervillain replied, watching as Villain tried to staunch the broth. Waiters and waitresses started to gather around. Supervillain quickly took some money out of their pocket and laid it on the table. Enough for a thirty dollar tip for the poor employee that would have to clean up Villain's mess.
"Then why I am rich?" Villain asked, a tad too loud. Eyes started to turn...
"Get up," Supervillain growled and grabbed Villain's arm who whimpered. They left the restaurant.
"You don't make money because you steal it," Supervillain hissed.
"Ah. I get it. Now..." Villain trailed off and scrunched their forehead together. "Now I do, kinda?"
"You are an idiot," Supervillain told them, wondering why they even bothered working with this nitwit in the first place.
"I am," Villain agreed, absent-mindly nodding their head. Mostly likely daydreaming about Hero. "Wait what?" Villain snappeed back into focus. "I-i..."
"Just shut up," Supervillain pushed Villain playfully away. They started walking off.
Annoyed, and slightly heartbroken, Supervillain called out to the one they loved, "Just make sure to go to Hero's when you get drunk at 2 AM and to stumble into their living room, not mine, to puke!"
"And make sure that they clean up your mess," Supervillain mumbled sadly. "And make sure that they make sure that you have warm clothes to wear, and..." They trailed off and turned around, tears in their eyes.
Two nights later, Supervillain woke up to find Villain, drunk out of their mind and muttering incoherently, on their living room floor.