I lied. I am still sick.
(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)
The Bet
Hero’s head was swimming, eyes blurring and crossing until they finally began to adjust to the sight around them. They were tied—more so handcuffed—to a chair, in front of a large desk that sat presumably empty and untouched.
Hero tested their bonds, tugging at their arms that were pulled painfully behind their back and cuffed there to the chair back. They hated the familiar feeling of their own, agency-supplied handcuffs. They were sturdy and for the most part, inescapable.
A door opened behind the hero and they craned their neck to try and catch a glimpse of something, or better, someone. But their efforts only ended in a taught muscle and a twinge of pain, forcing Hero to resort back to facing the empty office chair in front of them.
Two gloved hands landed on their shoulders along with a hot breath against the shell of their ear. “Villain. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Sarcasm coated their every word, but Hero couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through their spine as Villain huffed out a laugh against their neck.
“Oh Hero…” Villain moved from behind their nemesis, finally revealing themselves as they took the few steps and sat down on the edge of the desk before Hero. Legs spread as they leaned forward, gently taking Hero’s chin between their fingers and letting their eyes travel over their captive. “I’ve brought you here because of our bet, dearest.”
“Our bet?” Hero wracked their brain for some sort of answer, when had they ever made a bet with their enemy?
Villain chuckled slightly, letting their hand drop from Hero’s chin to draw a line down their throat, stopping at their collarbone. “Do you remember…” Villains hand moved to the front of Hero’s outfit, grasping the material slightly and twisting it between their fingers. “When you bet that I couldn’t catch you?”
Oh.
Yes. Hero did remember that. They remembered that indeed. They also remembered exactly what they had placed up for bet.
Villain grinned, seeing the recognition flood Hero’s eyes before watching the blood drain from their face and their shoulders droop. “You bet me, that if I could catch you, I could do whatever I wanted to you…”
Hero’s eyes widened, heart thumping in their chest, breaths coming in shakily as they could feel the sweat begin to coat their back.
“Do you remember that?”
Yes. Hero did. But they couldn’t admit that.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It would’ve been a convincing argument if it wasn’t for the red hot blush climbing up their neck and the slight fear wobbling in their voice. In other words, Hero was slowly becoming a wreck and Villain hadn’t even begun.
“Oh my poor Hero, you’re in for a long night…”
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I'm just imagining being a double agent sent to infiltrate the 141 and kill Ghost, except you're smarter than all the men who've tried. You know brute force won't get you where you need to be, so instead you pretend to be a sweet little medic who's got a crush on him.
And when he finally takes you to bed, and you've got him underneath you, you pull out a pocket knife and press it to his jugular.
And he just cums. Hard.
He's not phased in the slightest, even when his orgasm finally ends and theres a little blood trickling down his neck. He just chuckles up at you, seemingly taking your confusion for awe.
"Could've just told me yer into that kinky shit, Love."
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oughhh ..... waking up in the middle of the night or just a little too early and your f/o groggily tugging you back into place with some little half-coherent words of encouragement. call them selfish, but they'll take the label with no complaint if it means they get to have you lie down at their side just a while longer. the tired little motions they go through to try and make sure that you're able to fall back asleep before they let themself do the same, whether that be tracing shapes along your skin in gentle little gestures or even humming, they're putting the effort in even though sleep might be clinging onto them like a 2 ton weight.
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just saw asteroid city last night, pls explain the proposed significance of the kiss!!
answering this publicly hope thats ok! cant do a readmore im on mobile *****asteroid city spoilers below beware*****
i dont remember anyones names so this is gonna sound partly unhinged. okay so the edward norton playwright and jason schwartzman actor (not character, in the black and white parts) are lovers right. tbh i thought this was kind of a gag and forgot about it. but later we find out that the playwright died 6 months into the production. i didnt make the connection that THAT’s why the actor-jason has to suddenly leave the stage and freaks out backstage about how he’s not sure he’s Doing it right. hes not talking about acting!! because he himself is literally grieving his lover while he’s playing a character who’s grieving his wife written by his lover so obviously it’s too much!!! actor-jason is trying to find meaning in his death through his writing but there isnt any meaning in death [gerris drinkwater voice] which is what the play is trying to say anyway. he doesnt think he’s performing grief right even in his own life!!! (and tbh it’s the 50s so he wouldnt be able to perform grief publicly anyway!!!!) the play starts with a car accident… anyone would search for some hidden meaning there, some sign…. so when he talks to margot robbie outside it’s not really about finding the CHARACTER’s motivations it’s about the actor himself being able to process the playwright’s death! and adrien brody director was probably also dealing with that too (him and norton seemed to be good buddies) so the whole “sleeping backstage” thing gets a bit sadder maybe? maybe everyone else got this in the theatre and im just stupid lol but crazy making stuff to me!!! the whole story is about sublimated gay grief that cannot be expressed?!?!
the tweet that caught me onto this was here which posits that the playwright’s death was a suicide but i think that’s pretty stupid and unnecessary because the whole thing about the play asteroid city is that death is random and meaningless. im pretty sure that’s what the alien represents— a shocking and absurd event that isnt outright evil or menacing, not something anyone can predict or make sense of, it’s just a thing that happens to you out of nowhere, it doesnt mean anything. he’s a little black figure, he’s death! giving and taking! aagh
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