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BACKBURNER // LAST PART (VERSION 1)

DESCRIPTION: She had grown tired of being on his back burner, the person that he had kept warm until he gotten the girl he has had his eyes set on for years... And with a little help from her friend, maybe... just maybe she'll finally be the first choice. PAIRING: Seungcheol x Reader | Mingyu x Reader GENRE: Angst & Fluff PART 4 | SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

"I'm gong to the gym real quick." He nodded over to the door, his protein shake in hand.

The two had managed to go back to their sense of normalcy on their way back to the hotel – all thanks to him.

Judging from her reaction, he knew that if he didn't make the first move of bouncing back to who they were before that damn kiss, that stupid fucking kiss, she would let the thoughts consume her – driving in silence.

Mingyu had gotten a glimpse of losing her in his mind and he did not want to make it his reality.

Not if he could help it.

He chose to dismiss the tension and the elephant in the room and averted their conversation to anything but what had just happened.

And thankfully, she went along with it – sitting in the passenger seat continuing the conversation of the wedding that was set to take place in two days.

"Bring me back some chips, please." She smiled as she continued to select images for today's instagram upload.

"Yes, ma'am." He saluted before slipping in to the hallway.

The truth was, he didn't want to go to the gym. Hell, he didn't even know if he was going to actually go down to the amenity the hotel offered.

He just needed a breather – a moment to process what he had done... away from her.

Mingyu rounded the corner, bounding for Joshua's room when a door had swung open, revealing the one person he did not want to run into.

"Sup." He nodded, continuing his journey.

He was two steps away from him when Seungcheol called out his name, stopping him in his tracks.

"You said you'd do anything for y/n, right?" He spoke, walking over to Mingyu.

Puzzled with the sudden confrontation, Mingyu was unable to utter a reply – standing dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway.

"Right?" Seungcheol repeated.

"Y-yeah." He replied, his tone coming out more of a question; still unable to comprehend where the conversation was leading.

"I choose her."

Mingyu felt as though the floor underneath him began to chip away, his knees feeling weak.

"I– I fucked up before but I'm going to fix things." Seungcheol continued.

He scanned his friend's face, attempting to read him. Mingyu had known him for nearly six years now. They were once quite close, up until they let their egos and competative nature get the best of them – seeing everything as a game that they both needed to score against each other.

But y/n was different.

To Mingyu, this wasn't a game.

She wasn't a trophy he needed to win.

She was the one thing that he left untouched because she was worth far more than the silent warfare the two have seemed to put themselves in.

He needed to make sure Seungcheol was genuine – she was finally smiling, he was no longer wiping tears away. He needed to know that this wasn't just another play in Seungcheol's books.

And it killed him to see that Seungcheol's soft eyes, the silent plea behind his gaze.

"What does this have to do with me?" Mingyu toyed with the cap of his drink.

"I know she values your opinion and I can't have you stand in between my attempts to win her back." Seungcheol ran his hand through his hair. "She– look, I get it. I'm not your top pick for her, but– I need you to help me."

Help him.

Help him get the girl who he sees as his world, constantly in orbit around her.

The one that he couldn't imagine living the rest of his life with, even if it's just as her best friend.

"Help?" He raised his brows.

"I just need you to let me."

"Let you?"

"Mingyu, dude, come on." Seungcheol was practically begging him. "This is why you guys are pretending right? So you can get back at me? You got it, you got back at me. Please– just let me."

The past few days of bliss had blinded him, forgetting that Seungcheol had known their dirty little secret all along. He was so caught up with experiencing what it was like to have her that he had forgotten that it was meant to end.

This was the one thing she had been waiting for. The reason why they were in this predicament in the first place.

Sticking to his word of doing anything for the sake of y/n's happiness, Mingyu allowed for Seungcheol to sway him this one time.

"Is Sunhee out of the picture?" He countered.

"Wha– yes." Seunghceol nodded quickly. "It's done. It's been fixed. It's y/n."

Mingyu wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

Sunhee was out.

There was nothing else standing in the way between Y/n and Seungcheol.

Except him.

"Okay." Mingyu watched as Seungcheol let out a sigh of relief. "But you mess up one time– I don't care if it's you being two minutes being late, I'm stepping in and I'm going to make sure you don't ever come near her."

"I won't fuck up. Not this time around." He shook his head. "I– I need you to believe me."

"The minute Sunhee comes in between–"

"She won't."

"You better make sure of it."

Seungcheol nodded, bringing his hand up. "I promise."

Mingyu shifted his gaze down to the toy in his friend's hand. "Is that for her?"

Seungcheol let out a sheepish laugh. "Yeah it's uh– a peace offering. I saw it at the ranch we were at and thought of her."

Thought of her.

For once in a long time, he had thought of her.

This wasn't a game to him anymore – Seungcheol had finally taken her off of his backburner.

She was now his priority.

"Everyone still thinks we're together."

"No yeah– I know I just– I'm going to do this right. I know this thing won't fix everything, but I'll show her. However long it takes."

Mingyu swallowed the lump that began to form in his throat as another wave of reality hit him.

After this trip, she was no longer his. Even if it was all for pretend.

The pain began to take over his heart.

He knew this would have to end eventually, more now that he confirmed it with her reaction after their kiss, but he didn't think it would be so soon.

He knew he had to let go.

For her happiness.

"Do it right."

"I will."

Mingyu didn't dare say another word, feeling the lump grow larger as each second pass. He excused himself, continuing his walk to Joshua's room – taking one last glance as Seungcheol turned the corner to the direction of their room.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

She had fallen asleep before Mingyu returned to their room, exhausted both emotionally and physically from yesterday's events. Mingyu had managed to slip back into their room without making a single noise the night before, placing the bag of chips she had requested on their share nightstand that had divided their beds.

She would have thought the time alone with her thoughts, and the rest would be enough to put her mind at ease – but instead, the voices grew louder.

Pestering her the minute she opened her eyes.

He was still fast asleep on his bed, his body turned towards her.

Y/n couldn't help but stare at him as she replayed their moment together.

She had finally gotten what she wanted but why was the man, who pouted in his sleep, across from her plaguing her mind?

Why did he have to kiss her?

She was doing just fine.

She was perfectly fine with allowing Seunghcheol consumer her thoughts; like it had always had been in the last year and a half. She was content with turning a blind eye to all those times he had sent her wondering if continuing their little game of tag was worth it, only choosing to think about all the times he let her leave his home with buzzing feeling in her stomach.

But now, another player had entered the ring – sending her mind into a spiral of overthinking and despair.

She was unsure of many things, all except for two things:

The man she loved had finally chosen her.

Mingyu had kissed her and she did not feel the same buzzing feeling in her stomach.

But why is that she can't get the kiss out of her mind?

"Stop staring." He mumbled.

"You're drooling." Y/n cracked a smile.

His eyes shot open, his hand reaching up to his dry cheek. "Liars go to hell."

"Will you be my roommate there?"

Rolling his eyes, Mingyu sat up – stretching in his position. "Wanna get breakfast?"

Her mind was going at a 100 mph, but more importantly – she wanted to discuss with him what had happened when he left for the gym.

Aside from all the confusion, he was her best friend.

They told each other everything.

"Seungcheol came over last night." She blurted.

He paused his morning stretch. Of course Seunghcheol didn't disclose to her that he had run into Mingyu in the hallway. Why would he?

He had putting a great act since touching down on the island, what was another false shock look going to do?

"How was that?" Mingyu avoided her eyes, pretending to search for his phone under the covers.

"He– uh... we talked. He told me he chose me." She said slowly, keeping her eyes trained on him as he lifted his blanket, peering in.

"That's good, right?" Mingyu finally turned to face her.

The two kept their gaze, the sound of the the air conditioner starting up filling the air.

Why did she think he was going to say something else?

And why did he think she would be jumping for joy?

"No, yeah." She cleared her throat.

"What- what did you say?" He didn't want to hear what she had told him.

He would much prefer that he was left in the dark.

"I told him I'm with you."

"What?" He coughed.

"I mean, well– everyone thinks I'm with you so he can't– no stupid decisions." Y/n chewed at the skin inside her cheek. "Not until after the trip."

After the trip.

He had her until the end of the week.

That is, only for in front of their friends.

"Oh." He nodded.

"He seemed genuine. Never seen him so– I don't know, broken."

"I guess, you got in his head." Mingyu forced out a chuckle.

"Maybe. I just– Should I trust him?"

He licked his lips, letting Seungcheol's words ring in his ears.

"I need you to believe me."

"I can't answer that."

"Why?"

"Look," He scooted off the bed, taking a seat next to her. "At the end of the day, that relationship is between you two. I– He's the one you want right?"

Say no.

"Y-yeah."

"Do you want to trust him?"

Please say no.

"I think."

"Do you trust yourself?"

She turned to face him. "Wha–"

"Do you trust that you'll make the best judgement?"

"I hope so."

"I can't hold your hand for this one but I can pick you up if he lets you down. I'm always here." He sent her a warm smile.

All the voices in her head suddenly stopped.

The person she loved had finally chosen her and the man that had left her brain rattled all night had given her the confirmation that despite the minor slip up the two had, he wasn't going anywhere.

It was more than enough validation for her to know that no matter what, he will always be in her life as a best friend.

It was all simply a lapse of judgement.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Seungcheol kept to his word.

He really was trying.

They were all gathered around the beach, for one last time before the wedding festivities began. And unlike last time, not a single snarky comment left his lips.

In fact, he seemed to happily carry on conversations with either her and Mingyu; with no signs of anger or annoyance painted on his face.

Hell, she was even caught off guard by his active actions of avoiding Sunhee – laying his towel down in between Jeonghan and Joshua, all while the girl settled for a spot at the end.

"I miss having the group back together like this." Jeonghan sighed, leaning back on his elbows. "We should do more destination weddings."

"Not everyone is bleeding money like you, Han." Joshua snickered.

"Seungcheol is." He countered. "Doubt he'll marry soon, though."

Seungcheol didn't care to protest, laughing along with a few of the boys.

It was all in good fun and teasing.

"Alright let's take bets on who's next to walk down the aisle." Seokmin clapped.

"Money's on Wonwoo." Mingyu took a bite of his spam musubi.

The one that Seungcheol had purchased just before heading to the beach.

"It's warm this time." He mumbled for only her to hear, setting the bag down for everyone to grab out from.

"I second that." Y/n laughed, holding her hand out for Mingyu to place the rice wrap in her hand.

"Get your own." He shook his head, pointing to the bag.

"I just want a bite!" She laughed, attempting to pry it from his hands – only for him to lean away. "Give it."

Taking a larger bite this time, Mingyu used his free hand to lightly push her away from him. "No!"

"God, I think it's going to be you two." Joshua grumbled while they were in their own world, practically wrestling over half a bite of musubi; earning a chorus of laughter from everyone else.

All except Sunhee and Seungcheol.

Though, Seungcheol had managed to hide his disagreeing thoughts well by putting on a fake smile – not wanting to blow his and their cover.

He was trying, after all.

"Yeah, if she doesn't break up with me." Mingyu chuckled, giving in and handing her what was left of his food.

He was planting seeds in their heads for their inevitable end.

"Thin ice, buddy." She joked back, happily popping the rice and spam into her mouth.

The day went on as if nothing was out of place; as if the three didn't hold on to a secret that would have sent at least half of their friend group in to an hour long debate. Possibly even causing a great division.

The three continued about their day pretending as though their minds weren't constantly being bombarded by second guesses and stolen glances.

They all had roles to play, keeping it up for the sake of the peace of the group; something that was quite rare. It been years since they were complete and they knew that ruining the dynamic of it all over a silly little game of charades was out of the picture.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

She found herself comparing the two, allowing for her brain and her heart to battle it out while she tried her best to keep a facade up that she had been fully present in tonight's event.

Jeonghan's rehearsal dinner.

She could have sworn she had silenced her mind earlier this morning, but she was proven wrong as the day went on – more than ever as Seungcheol had began his efforts to win her trust back.

It was almost as if her mind was keeping score for the two.

One minute, Mingyu was putting on a great act for their friends; staying by her side and doting on all her needs that she did not know needed to be met.

And in the short moments when she wasn't attached to Mingyu's hips, Seungcheol would find a way to approach her – making small innocent conversations. He made an effort to ask her about how she had liked the trip so far, taking note of how he seemed to be attentively hanging on to every word that left her lips. As if he was making a mental note of it all.

It had sent her head spinning.

"Getting a drink at the bar, you guys want anything?" Seungcheol announced, keeping his gaze on her.

His offer was mostly directed to her, eyeing her now empty wine glass.

A chorus of no's and no thanks were earned from those sat within earshot of him, Seungcheol lingering to see if she had caught on to his question.

Mingyu had taken notice of this, turning his head to the girl on his right – wondering as to why she had yet to reply.

She didn't hear him.

"She'll most likely want another glass of merlot." He replied for her, sending over a smile.

He was helping after all.

She had a blank stare – clearly lost in her own thoughts, drowning out the voices and chaos around her.

"Right." Seungcheol pulled his lips tight, excusing himself to the other side of the room.

Tapping her knee under the table, Mingyu leaned his body close to the girl. "You okay?"

Blinking away her thoughts, she turned to face him – taken back at his sudden close proximity. "Huh?"

"You're in another galaxy." Mingyu spoke, leaning away at the sight of her flinching.

"Sorry, just– tired." She hummed, reaching for her wine glass only to frown at the lack of it's content.

"Cheol's getting you more. He uh– offered." He sipped his water, answering her silent question.

The score was at a tie, yet again.

The night went on with ease and Y/n could have not been any more grateful that they were no longer obligated to stay seated in their assigned spots – making her way over to the bar while everyone else had decided to disburse throughout the riim.

"Making good use of the open bar, I see." Seungcheol chuckled, lining up behind her as they waited for their turn.

"Always a sucker for free drinks." She shrugged.

"Yeah, I remember from Mingyu's birthday last year." He snorted.

For his big two-five, Mingyu decided to ring in his birthday with a bang – somehow convincing their friend group that a trip to Vegas under his own expense was a great idea.

Within the first night, all but Mingyu and Y/n had tapped out; going a little too hard at the club. No one was able to hold their liquor down the way the duo did. While everyone was nearly begging for Mingyu to cancel their table at the day club, she and Mingyu were happily pregaming to cancel out their hangover.

"My liver hurts just thinking about tequila." She winced.

Seungcheol laughed, recalling to their last night at the party city; when she was out drunk by Mingyu. She had to be dragged back to her hotel room that night, unable to properly find her balance. "Yeah, Seokmin went sober for a good while after that trip."

"Oh my god, yeah." She laughed. "He was so traumatized."

Across the room, Mingyu was sipping his whisk; unable to peel his eyes away from the two. He truly did try to pay no mind to the curious voice that had been pestering him to walk over and find out what it was that had the two laughing.

Instead, he opted to keep his eyes on her – taking in how beautiful she looked.

Maybe that will get his mind off things.

Dressed in a plain yellow chiffon satin dress that ended just above her knee, with her hair pulled back in a low bun; he couldn't help but think how simplicity looked so good on her.

He could spend hours on end just look at her.

"It's cute how in love you guys are." Sunhee grinned, following his gaze.

All while everyone else were off mingling with guests, the two opted to stay back and hold the fort down – their day at the beach catching up to them.

They were no longer those young college students who were full of energy, their bodies unable to keep up with their jam packed days.

"Huh– oh yeah." Mingyu felt his cheeks grow hot as he looked down at the glass in his hands.

Sunhee had caught him staring, shyly attempting to hide the redness in his face.

"Look a you, all shy." She teased. "Being in love is a good look on you."

They weren't close.

Not even friends, they were acquaintances at best – they had only been around each other in group settings.

But like everyone else, she was well aware of the image he had; the same one her best friend had. He was well known to date around, never keeping a girl around for longer than a month.

"Thank you." He gave her a warm smile.

"At least you got to her before he did." Sunhee continued, her gaze following his – but her eyes trained on the man to y/n's right. "I– I didn't realize that I was fucking over her chances with him until the other day."

At least she was aware.

To her it was too late, but oh if she only knew.

"Did me a favor, I guess." He mumbled into his cup, before taking a long sip.

"He's a dumbass though, he never put her first."

It was like she had taken a knife and dug it into his skin, twisting it with each word that left her lips.

Silence fell between the two, but Mingyu knew she had more to say.

Maybe it was the liquor they had all consumed throughout the night, or the fact that she believes there was nothing else on the line, but Sunhee went on to speak. "We fought the other day. Because of her."

That caught his attention.

Mingyu whipped his head to meet her eyes, brows furrowed in confusion. "Why?"

"Well, not fought. I did most of the yelling. He's–" She rolled her eyes, clearly recalling back to her and Seungcheol's conversation at the zipline park. "If he had told me she had given him an ultimatum– God, how stupid could he be? Always thinking with his dick than his brain."

"He told you about Y/n making him pick?"

"Yeah, he thought we were having a moment at the damn ranch and tried to confess– Honestly, I think he finally realized that you guys are serious and wanted me as a last resort."

She was a stupid as her friend.

"Told him how stupid he was for letting her walk out. He should have chosen her. Can you believe him? God, I swear– He's irritates me." She ran her fingers through her curled her, letting out a frustrated sigh.

She was venting to him.

The knife was now buried deep in his gut and he was bleeding out.

Seungcheol had picked y/n in a panic, not because he wanted to. This was what he meant when Sunhee was out of the picture.

He wanted to get up from his seat and head straight to her. He wanted to whisk her away from him and tell her all that Sunhee had just spilled.

But he couldn't.

Mingyu glanced over at her, seeing her laugh at yet another word that had left Seungcheol's mouth; his heart sinking.

In all the times Y/n had talked about Seungcheol, it was all of moments of pain — claiming she wished things were different.

She had finally gotten all that she wanted and he couldn't take that away from her. It was far too selfish.

She was happy and that was all that mattered — and he'll just have to make peace with this.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

To say the setting was beautiful was an understatement; the grassy lawn of the hotel had been transformed to any bride's dream.

Various kinds of white flowers lined the rows and the altar, creating a sight that only a girl could have imagined and pinned on her pinterest board.

Y/n's breath had been taken away when she had first taken a seat, snapping a few pictures before they were instructed to put all their devices away for an unplug ceremony.

She couldn't help but be in awe as the each second passed, shedding a few tears when she had caught a glimpse of Jeonghan's lips quivering at the sight of Eunji making her way down the aisle.

"Jeonghan," Eunji spoke into the mic, taking her turn to profess her vows in front of their guests; a wide grin on her face. "People often talk about how difficult relationships are and I happily can say that I can't relate to them. I get that relationships takes a lot of work, but being with you have never felt like this. It's like I clocked into a shift with my favorite coworker. Our days have always been filled with laughter, the only tears you've ever brought me were when you would make those stupid silly jokes that I love so much. They say love is hard but our love has been the easiest part of my life. And I guess, it's because you have made it so easy. You're not only my life partner but my best friend and I can't wait to start this new chapter of our life together. Today, as I stand here in front of our families and friends, I Park Eunji take you Yoon Jeonghan as my lawfully wedded husband."

While everyone clapped, some wiping away their tears, Y/n couldn't help but let here eyes stray to the line of groomsmen that stood behind Jeonghan — her eyes meeting Mingyu's for only a second.

He had been staring at her all while Eunji proclaimed her love for his friend, unable to help his mind from thinking about y/n.

The easy love that the girl spoke about had perfectly described how he had felt for y/n. Every single word, he could relate it back to her.

Mingyu had quickly averted his gaze back to the couple when he had caught her eyes staring back from the crowd — afraid of shedding any tears.

But that was the thing, Eunji's words had also struck a chord in her.

She kept her eyes in him, the boy that she had watch grow up alongside her — the one she called her best friend.

Eunji was right, love shouldn't be hard. It should be fun, it should be the easiest part of her day.

Just as all her times with Mingyu.

Oh my god, did she love him? Holy shit, she was in love with him

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

The party was at a full swing, the reception program wrapping up and the guest were invited to enjoy the remainder of the night on the dance floor — celebrating with the newly wedded couple.

The sound of a familiar chorus of voices intro blared through the speakers, a smile forming on her lips.

Baby I'm yours. And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky.

It was her favorite song.

"May I have this dance?" Mingyu held his hand out, a playful grin on his lips.

There had been countless of drunken nights when the two had obnoxiously sang the words to the Arctic Monkey's cover. The two's go-to karaoke song.

It was both of their favorite love song.

"Disgusting!!" Seungkwan jokingly gagged from his seat as she took Mingyu's hand — allowing him to lead her to the center of the room, joining other paired up bodies.

"Yours until the poets ran out of rhyme..." Mingyu sang, spinning her.

A laugh emitted from her lips as he caught her, dipping her before they swayed like two idiots.

"You look beautiful tonight." He complimented.

"As opposed to..." She narrowed her eyes.

"Your usual look." He replied without missing a beat, knowing that she was simply joking to counter her sudden confession.

"You clean up pretty well, too... I guess." She rolled her eyes.

It wasn't a guess.

She had nearly let out an audible gasp when he stepped out of the bathroom this morning – wearing his assigned black and white suit. She had been so used to his hair always in his face that when she had caught sight of his perfectly groomed hair, showcasing his face, this morning, she could have sworn she nearly swooned.

"Thanks, because this neck tie is choking me." He reached up loosening the fabric — earning a giggle from the girl.

He was going to miss this close intimacy.

Their end was nearing and he could see the end of the road.

More importantly, he could see Seungcheol eyeing him from across the way — nervously swallowing the drink in his hand.

It was his last night with her.

His last dance.

"Hey— about the kiss." Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts, looking down at her.

She was chewing at her lip, the now faded lipstick she had applied earlier in the night faded — showing they had once again become pale.

Mingyu was transported back to a couple of days ago, when they were sat atop the Jeep. His heart sinking as he remembered how devastated she looked once he pulled away.

"Don't worry about it." It pained him to say it.

And it pained her to hear it.

"It was a mistake." He continued.

It wasn't a mistake. I wanted it to happen. He thought.

It shouldn't be a mistake. It's you that I want. The voice in her head screamed.

"Oh."

"I got caught up in the moment."

I've been waiting for that moment.

It was the perfect moment.

She felt as though her heart had been stomped on.

Ripped out and chewed.

It was him that she chose.

Her heart, the one she could have sworn was reserved for Seungcheol, had won the wrestling match — Mingyu had won.

Only, it was a pity that he clearly didn't feel the same.

And god forbid she was going to opt for being on someone's backburner yet again.

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alaraxia · 11 months

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there’s no rule that says you can’t make your villain armor hot

#omg Akrasia hiiiiiiiiii #how can herald and ortega be scared of this??? cmon look how smoochable they are #anyway vesper’s villain persona is Akrasia #they hate me for my good looks and also the atrocities #fallen hero #fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero retribution #fh:r #villain armor #akrasia is a favorite word of mine I’m glad I found an excellent place to use it #you KNOW Akrasia’s got fancams of them kicking hero’s asses #digital art #OC vesper

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 3 months

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TTD - And then They Were Roommates ™

Before Villain was their roommate, Hero never had any peculiar feeling about their apartment. They were grateful to have a roof over their head, but were not particularly picky about how it looked like under. It wasn’t like they had the kind of time to arrange the place. To be honest, with their working hours, they didn’t see why they would find energy left for this. As long as they had a bed and electricity, it was fine. The result was a reasonably clean room, but a rather bland place. The only thing that was really personal was the vanity in the bathroom, covered with hair products and beads of all colors. At Villain’s displeasure, Hero spent hours in front of it, because unlike some people whining from behind the door, they had their priorities well in order.

True, Hero had felt a bit insecure when Villain had entered for the first time, stopping in front of every furniture with such solemnity you’d swear they were staring at a masterpiece in a museum. Flustered, the not-so-proud owner had explained that they were not that rich, but Villain had seldom made any comment, and well, with their shadow covering them it wasn’t like their body language was readable. Maybe they were tired too, and after their place had just been destroyed by Supervillain it was understandable. They’d glistened towards the guest room and locked their door without a word.

The agency had called in the middle of that night for news. Hero, toying with their blanket, had assured their superior on the phone that yes, Supervillain had been destroyed for good, no they weren’t making it up, and oh by the way, Villain had reformed and changed their ways, hmmhmm, yep, definitively. On the other side of the line, that declaration was met by no little skepticism. After one hour of pleading, they’d at last convinced their interlocutor not to send a team to eliminate the threat. The next day, they were ordered to keep Villain under lock and key. Villain had stared when they’d shyly explained the situation to them, brandishing a padlock they didn’t really know how to use, and had only said:

“I could open this pathetic thing in my sleep.”

Given how gifted Villain was with building tools and machines, it was probably no idle boast. The good news, though, was that they’d accepted to stay in their room whenever they were left alone as long as Hero would give them an old game-boy left in a drawer for years to keep them occupied. As time passed, it became evident that Villain was an indoor creature who was delighted at the idea of not stepping outside ever again. In return, Hero had given them pretty much whatever they wanted, including scraps of metal and lots of tools. At first, they’d said nothing, but when parts of the room had began to be covered with sinister forms, they’d felt they had to put their foot down:

“You are not building a torture room in my place.”

“What else am I supposed to do, you oppressor ?”

“I’m the one paying the taxes.”

Villain had sulked for a moment after that, but then they’d suddenly asked:

“Aha, but what if my torture tools were also useful appliances?”

Hero had stared and said:

“No.”

“No as no or no as it can’t be?”

“Both.”

“You have little faith.”

Villain had immediately put themself to work. In an alarmingly short time, they’d built a tiny guillotine for the kitchen. It could cut even coconuts properly, in one strike. Hero couldn’t use it much, because it made them feel sorry for the poor vegetables (especially after seeing Villain do it, yelling “death to all of you, you feeble preys!” at a bunch a carrots), but they had to acknowledge it was a decent tool to slice a loaf of bread. Actually, Villain was good with the kitchen in general. Being disturbingly fond of cutting vegetables and fruits, it was no surprise that they’d fallen in love with the blender Hero had never used before:

“For what it is but a miniature death trap, where my innocent victims are trapped in a transparent prison and melted into oblivion by unforgiving blades?”

Hero had asked what kind of blade would be forgiving, and they’d got lightly tapped on the head with a cardboard tube for their trouble. But the outcome of all of this was a fridge always filled with bottles full of drinkable food that never got Hero’s stomach upset. Villain had even made a damn acupuncture chair which spikes looked deadly, but were in fact quite soothing. After that they’d stood up, and Hero just knew that they were puffing their chest behind their shadow:

“So, have I succeeded in my impossible task?”

And Hero could do nothing but answer:

“Yes. Completely. It’s genius.”

And it was. Really, the biggest beef they had was the time when Villain had stolen their two favorite magnets on the fridge. They’d stopped dead in front of the aro and ace pride flags that fixated the to-do lists of the day, declared that green, purple and black were traditional colors for villains and so they were “bound to have them”, had yoinked them and flied back to their room before Hero had time to react. And as much as they were for people exploring their own identity, how were they supposed to keep their groceries list in sight now?

But none of this was the weirdest thing. It was the fact that whenever Hero returned to their place with all these strange additions, it didn’t feel bad or crowded. It was the strange new and warm feeling that finally they were home, they were home, they were home.

(Though they still wanted their magnets back.)

Check the These Two Dorks Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with this Hero and Villain. This is how they met and now they’re roommates.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

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anxiously-sidequesting · 5 months

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I personally love and obsess over disillusioned and self-isolating protagonists which is one of the reasons why I advocate for a Young Wizard who just leans so much into their role as the Savior that they're now just this broken down individual who now genuinely shares everyone's fears and legends of them of being this Ultra Powerful, Non-Human, Above-All-The-Peasants Legend Amongst Men. Being picked apart and analyzed (INCORRECTLY might I add) by strangers and people who fear/hate/revere you, no matter where you go or what you do, over and over and OVER it just literally whittles away at who you used to be, what used to make you happy and now you're replaced with what everyone made you into. Not You, but a Hero.

But you know what's even better 😈😈😈 a wizard who cracks in a different way and is now just baaaareeely holding it together. A wizard who just is not All There anymore. A wizard who's Good Maybe, but someone who genuinely gives you a GOOD REASON to fear a switch in allegiance. Someone who reminds you that your entire life depends on their mood

Give me Harley Quinn YW, give me a YW who cackles and shrieks in joy as they batter the evil to the ground, give me a YW who pushes at the very edge of the EXTREMES even when they don't need to. I want a YW who doesn't carry around a gleaming sword, or a mystical staff, but a bat with nails studded inside or a rusty machete; I want poems and songs of not a Hero but a wolf in sheep's clothing who just barely gets by in masquerading as the Commoners. An unhinged YW is the second to best Bad Ending you could ever get from this situation and I want everyone to think about this actually

#aka: my oc JALSBDID #no but i want an Almost Villain yw so badly. like full on villain yw is transcendent dont get.me wrong but i want THIS #all that fucking PRESSURE. that nobody could even BEGIN to describe in any post and the yw has to LIVE IT #this post was also inspired by wallaru's very last line in dialogue. no spoilers but you guys Know exactly what im talking about #also funny thought: dyvim would absolutely still support us and not be afraid of us if this ever happened #just like “aww look at them go <3” nobody can tell me dyvim would not support this. Nobody.#AU WHERE DASEIN AND THE YW ARE UNHINGED TOGETHER #dasein standing up for himself is hot but dasein who knows when to reign it in but DOESN'T anyway? 🥵🥵🥵🥵#like super confident in himself. knowing EXACTLY who he is: a menace. and he takes (misguided?) comfort and solace in that shit #and then the yw being the same way......... bro #i got off topic but anyways JALSNDOESJ #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #text posts

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simpin-on-noodles · 3 months

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Debated on whether or not to post this but eh, it’s one of those moments where you like your art one minute and the next you don’t.

I do love these goofballs tho 😔💕

#darkwing duck #dwd #darkwing duck oc #dwd oc #oc x canon #oc x character #paddywhack #darkwing duck paddywhack #oc x canon shipping #oc x canon ship #oc x canon character #duck oc #darkwing duck oc x canon #still salty paddywhack never got another Episode #I know he shows up in the comics but yeah #Sorry I just love me villain couples #It’s honestly what my whole account is about

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simandy · 2 years

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Lucifer felt from Heaven, Icarus flew too close to the Sun, Cain knew damn well what he was doing.

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itsladyliv · 5 months

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Valaena’s mother is beautiful. In every song Valaena hears of a pretty princess and a just Queen, she thinks of her mother. Her favourite days are the days her mother makes it in time to read to her for bed, or when she braids her hair or brushes her locks. You’re my own dear girl, Alicent whispers to her, like it’s a secret. My dearest love. — bury my heart next to yours CHAPTER 1 by @fkevin073

#they make me sad idk #alicent hightower edit #hotdedit #alicent and oc #oc: valaena targaryen #fic: bury my heart next to yours #i reread the whole thing yesterday and i HAD TO DO SOMETHING OKAY #alicent my beloved #for fics that dont treat her like a cold villain <33 #also valaena is totally the favorite child #aemond close by of course #but you know how when you're a little girl you want a perfect doll to play dress up and i feel like that's alicent having valaena #because helaena is...... difficult #while valaena is there honestly enjoying the time spent with her mother and alicent can see that as well and i am ScReAmiNg At ThE vOiD!!!!

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diofasolia · 1 month

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In order to celebrate your birthday, Blue, I made a little something something——

Villain Mimosa's theme music: what if everything turning into the worst scenario?

Original Mimosa/Villain Mimosa by @bluepallilworld

#solia's music #me composing #other's ocs #blue's oc #mimosa #villain! mimosa #happy birthday to you my friend!!#yes yes I know the music cover drawing it's not even a drawing don't laugh at me #but ummm you can still enjoy the weird music that I made XD #I put the original Mimosa's music motif in this piece and kinda swirl it around #hope you'll like the music ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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ryllen · 1 year

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this place during the fest is just beautiful

#splatfest #splatoon 3 #splatoon #team courage #splatoon oc #inkling oc #octoling oc #octoling #inkling #spritz #slza #did i say spritz team power? nah jk the grey shirt of team courage looks so nice with spritz gray eyes #splatville #makes the background as vague as possible so u can't call me out #bcs u don't exactly know what's happening #me neither #i don't play zelda but the way villain total sweep fsh

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apatheticrobots · 1 year

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sure it sucks being assigned bad guy at script but Man It Must Suck Being The Only Person Who Knows You And Your Neighbors Lives Are Fictional,

part 1 here

#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home wally #welcome home home #wally darling #tw eye contact #sal art #i know some people like the idea of home and/or wally being villains #but it is not for me. i think they are both very nice #they are simply stuck with a bad lot and need to be kind of not nice sometimes #once again if u see a mistake somewhere. No You Dont.

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nonuggetshere · 7 months

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Some old-ish Warropr Cats oc art I found! Sorry for the flashbang with the comic book style ones

#warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warrior cats ocs #wc oc #wc ocs #my art #spooky arts #PLEASE don't follow me for WC art you WILL be disappointed #The last one is named Mossclaw and she's a villain #I just think thats a funny little fact you'd like to know #my ocs #oc: softsong #oc: mossclaw #oc: blazingfire #oc: thornfang

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darklight-owl · 2 months

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I was actually quick to finish this week's CoU page for once so I drew something for Flora Friday!!! Mostly because I missed these girlies. I haven't forgotten the Villain Flora AU i swear-

#i know its kinda awkward but by the time i reached the baxkground i was kinda tired :')#i missed drawing Lucia she's some kind of cat to me #villain flora au #professor layton #flora reinhold #flora friday #lucia graye #professor layton oc #owl's art

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total-drama-brainrot · 3 months

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my total drama oc is a reversal of the show's pre-established "villain" archetype.

right off the bat, they're just the worst person; outright antagonistic towards everyone and constantly causing conflict amidst the cast, openly orchestrating people's eliminations, blatantly cheating but in such a way that technically they're not breaking any rules- without disguising themself behind a mask of geniality (like alejandro, heather and julia did).

and they're kept around well into the competition because their villainy? it's ratings gold. people love a good antagonist, especially one that's so productive. the audience loves to hate them, or hates that they love them, and everyone is gunning for their downfall- which only becomes more and more tempting with every elimination.

plus, chris is more than happy to enable them so long as they keep things interesting.

interestingly enough, they never seem to use the confessional. or at least, none of their confessions are aired. well, that's not exactly true. one confession is aired, and it's them boasting to the audience that they wouldn't understand the inner machinations of their mind, and that they don't deserve to hear their thoughts.

consequently, the audience has no idea what they're thinking at any given time, only seeing glimpses of their schemes throughout the episode until everything comes to fruition- like a puzzle finally being completed. it's a smart move for the network, because it means the audience gets to watch their plans play out in 'real time' without their insight/foreknowledge, making it just as impactful to the viewers as it is to the competitors. it helps with immersion, which is a boon for the ratings!

until their elimination, wherein their confessions are played out on the big screen, and it's heartbreaking.

they explain, in their first confession, that they were accosted by chris at the beginning of the competition to act as the main antagonistic force for the show, and that he's turn a blind eye to their antics so long as they kept the viewers watching, even paying them a decent salary if their act was good enough. because they're smart- smart enough to play the rest of the cast like a fiddle if they wanted to, and chris wants them to.

what a great deal, right? being given blanket permission to be as conniving as possible, and a pay check to boot- who wouldn't take the opportunity?

and they round it out by "getting into character" on camera, sneering haughtily at the lens and- you guessed it- boasting to the audience that they wouldn't understand the inner machinations of their mind, before giggling dorkily at the silliness of their statement, commenting that it'd we way too obvious they were faking if they acted that snooty. they're a theatre kid at heart, so the idea of "playing the villain" is exciting! it's going to be so fun!

but their second confession is sombre. they're visibly tired, wiping away at the concealer under their eyes to reveal some heavy bags, and they're curled up into a pitiful ball in front of the camera. they divulge that the pressure to constantly live up to the shows expectations of antagonism is crushing, and their status as a social pariah is more draining than they'd care to admit, and that- despite the apparent glee they've been committing these acts of villainy with- being so outwardly morally corrupt has left them with a constant churning of guilt in their gut. they only agreed to be the "bad guy" for the money, which would help their family's financial situation tremendously, but they're growing increasingly uncertain if the reward justifies the risks.

by the third confession, they're actively sickened by their actions, eventually devolving from airing their frustrations, lamenting their choice to method act as such an awful person, to throwing up into the confessional's toilet as they hold back guilt-leaden tears and repeat a mantra of "i'm sorry, i'm sorry,". they're drowning in the murky waters of their persona, and backing out now would only lead to more scrutiny and suspicion from the people who were supposed to be their friends, and they know they'd deserve the mistrust. plus, backtracking from their deal with chris would jeopardise everything- from the dirty money they've earned from their antagonism to their place in the competition itself; they'd be voted out in a heartbeat without the network's safety blanket of plot armour!

they don't know what to do. they barely even know who they are anymore.

and then the camera's focus cuts to the real-time them, who's sat ashen-faced and deathly still as their weakest moments are broadcast, not only to the people who rightfully hate them, but to the whole world.

#we've seen “charming persona villainous person” now get ready for “villainous persona poor little meow meow person”#it's like alejandro and julia's 'character arcs' but backwards. kind of.#instead of going from fake-nice to real-mean. they go from fake-mean to real-depressed. oops.#i think it's unrealistic to expect a ~16 year old to be some mastermind villain without it having some mental health consequences #plus being outright encouraged to be an awful person would be so so bad for anyone's sense of morality. not to mention the self-loathing--#that's stems from both KNOWING you're a bad person and being ostracised by your peers because of such.#yet having no idea how to change for the better without putting everything you've worked for (everything you've suffered for) at risk #what i'm trying to say is. my total drama oc needs therapy and maybe a hug #it's giving kokichi ouma but with less self-sacrifice and more angst/self hatred #it'd be totally in character for chris to pay off the series' antagonist in a bid for more drama btw. don't even act like i'm wrong.#(it's happened in canon before with owen's mole arc in action!)#though ig this type of character wouldn't appear in a cartoon aimed at kids/tweens.#unless they're trying to teach their target audiences morality/the consequences of being a bad person? 🤔#anyway-#total drama oc #ophe rambling #character analysis #sort of? more like character outline #love me some sympathetic villains!!#long post #feel free to ignore #is this too angsty for a total drama oc? idk 🥶

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 17 days

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oughh......

#laya plays dragon age #da2 #oc: liam hawke #this happened a bit ago already & i wanted to draw sth for it but idk if i will finish that #but i gotta yell abt them anyway because OGH.#i have a lot of emotions about this quest ok #bartrand was the perfect scapegoat he was perfect to direct all the rage and pain at all these years #years of imagining gleeful revenge while bartrand is gloating and laughing like an evil soulless bastard #and then you meet him and he is just. a pathetic husk of a man with barely any own will left #and whats worse. varric is so so torn up about it #varric. the guy who never makes anything about him and who will always handwave and joke when something hits too close to home #drops all efforts to be smart and is just. desperate. begs hawke to not kill his brother #and liam wants to want bartrand dead so bad. he wishes he could look him in the eye and enjoy taking his life #and he knows varric will listen to him if he insisted. he knows when it comes down it it varric will yield to his decision #but he sees this broken guy who is barely the villain he kept projecting onto him and he sees varric and he sees two doomed siblings #and knows what its like to lose your sibling to your own blade #and he cant do it #and he hates it so much. but he wont do it.#and its the reason why i cant decide who dealt the killing blow for bethany bc it makes this scene juicy in different ways #if varric kills bethy its equally wanting to spare each other their siblings blood on their hands #as it is taking some form of revenge (on liams part). we both killed each others siblings. now we are even #the revenge part would still be there if liam did the blow on bethany himself. you made me do that and now i will take bartrand for it #but its also much more i know what its like. i wont make go through that too #if varric killed bethy and then also bartrand it would be more #''its my fault she is dead. i will take the revenge she/you deserves if you tell me to even though it will hurt me #dunno. all good variations i will. have to rotate them in my head more #or maybe just never decide idk they can be in canon limbo forever #anyways thats it for shouting into the void about them for now it Will happen again

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i have become the very thing i sought to destroy

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #inkling #splatoon oc #lizzy does art #I STILL DO NOT KNOW HOW TO TAG SPLATOON STUFF... and this guy still doesn't have a name it evades me.#anyways. before you chuck tomatoes at me for picking up the community 'favorite' (sarcasm) weapon. im going to try 'redeem' myself #aka this is my. my origin story. of my. villain arc? yeah. let's call it that #so fresh season introduced neo splash and i was like. 'ok i'll try it' since i wanted to try most of the weapons #and unfortunately. i fell in love with the fucker. so then i was like 'WELL WHAT ABOUT THE REGULAR KIT'#it was simple curiosity. the curiosity of a single squid. that destroyed the universe. and created a new one.#i wouldn't call this thing my main because i've yet to dive back into rank but Ough. i am understanding why the splash crab factory exists #also the fast fire rate of the splash has made it hard for me to go back to ttek.... ttek my beloved im so sorry... 😭#ANYWAY THATS MY MONTHLY SPLATOON MEME... i want to draw more squid kids in proper sometime but idk when LOL

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@wicked1will0sparkles I know you suggested Grimhilde could be the Jessica to Poppy's Roger in an AU (and I'm definitely writing something for that!), but imagine if it was Shiny who got to be the Jessica of the relationship (I say that like she isn't already XD)

I'm thinking that maybe the weasels are looking into some case that the girls are somehow related to. Maybe Shiny is the one being convicted of murder after having to 'deal' with a particularly nasty patron from the club, and Poppy is trying to prove her innocence. And they get separated, just like Roger and Jessica did, while they're both trying to figure everything out, too; Shiny taking matters into her own hands, and Poppy teaming up with the people she thinks can help.

Also, just- in general, I can definitely see Popshine in Roger's and Jessica's scenes. Shiny explaining that Poppy makes her laugh. Poppy defending Shiny and finally losing her patience before getting hit by bricks. Poppy writing Shiny a love letter!!! I had to try re-writing some of the scenes with them XD

Warnings for some cursing. And murder mention.

Poppy watched from the side of the van as the weasels entered the building, worry written across her face as her fingers dug into her palms despite all the guns and knives the Toon Patrol carried with them. She definitely didn't want to be anywhere near whatever was going to happen to the guy they were after, the one who was supposedly behind Shiny's framing, but being out here on her own acting as a 'look out' didn't sit right, either.

What if Shiny was in there? How could she stay out here while the man who hurt the woman she loved was in there? She couldn't just stand here doing nothing!

'Deep breathes, Poppy.' The rabbit kept reminding herself, taking in the shaky breaths that didn't at all help her anxiety and brimming anger right now, 'They need a look out. You have to help them now... We're just one step closer to proving Shiny isn't a killer. Just focus on that...'

Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... Stay calm. Stay rational. beep the horn twice if you see or hear anything. That was all she had to do. She couldn't flake now-

WHACK!

Everything went black for the horror toon, and her unconscious body would have fallen onto the concrete ground. If it weren't for the one responsible for her concussion catching her in her arms.

"I'm sorry, baby!" Shiny whispered, feeling her heart ache for her honey bunny as she carried her body to the red convertible parked around the corner, just out of sight from anybody who might peak outside the windows- which was a good thing, considering the commotion Shiny could hear from the building. She didn't need a stray bullet to hit Poppy, "I promise I'll make it up to you when this is all over."

After securing Poppy in the trunk of her car, the soft look in the performer's eyes turned merciless before she set her sights on the complex where that bastard was. It was high time to clean up this mess.

"Come on!"

It wasn't everyday that Smartass took orders from anyone, or let his patrol do the same. But it seemed like tonight was an exception as they all followed her out of the alley, no questions asked.

They all turned a corner, but came to a sudden stop. Shiny's eyes somehow grew wider and flashed a lime green when she saw the state of her wrecked car. Or rather, the fact that her trunk was open and empty, "Poppy? Fuck, where'd she go!?"

"Poppy?" The pink suited weasel repeated, looking at Shiny incredulously as she looked around her car in a panic, as if the rabbit in question was somehow hiding in the rubble, "That dame ran on us back at-"

"No, she didn't!" Shiny whirled around with an even meaner look on her face than before, causing Stupid to step back nervously while Psycho decided to take a sniff around the wreck. She was this close to popping that shrimp a new one, "I was keeping her in the trunk to keep her safe!"

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"Keep her safe??"

Shiny narrowed her eyes at the smoker before huffing and looking away. She didn't have time to argue about her lack of options. Not with Poppy and the real murderer on the streets, "We ain't getting anywhere in my car. Where's your guys'?"

"Oh! It's gone!"

"WHAT!?" Whipping their heads towards the direction that Stupid was pointing, everyone could see that their van was not only stolen, but the street looked like an utter mess. More so than usual. Like someone was driving like a maniac. Or an idiot. Psycho cackled, finding this situation utterly hilarious for reasons mostly unknown, while Wheezy pulled out a few new smokes with a shaky hand. Greasy groaned and muttered some spanish curses to himself, and the proud smile on Stupid's face melted when he saw his boss' ear twitch, "... SON OF A!-"

"Calm down, Smartass. It looks like it was just Poppy." Shiny, slightly calmer now with her theory, sighed as she glanced to Psycho. To which the loon nodded as he recovered from his laughing fit; either that nose of his was somehow able to conclude this, or he just agreed with her theory. Either way, Shiny was willing to take it, "Pops isn't the best driver. She must be at her wits end if she's stealing."

"THAT'S SUPPOSED 'TA MAKE ME FEEL BETTER HOW!?"

"Mierda. You could say she's a better lover than a driver." Greasy, of course, couldn't stop himself from stepping beside the dancer and making such a comment. Though the lack of a perverse grin on his mug and the more sarcastic tone in his voice showed he was getting just as frustrated as his team was. And was the only reason Shiny only rolled her eyes at him as opposed to sending him a death glare.

"Better than you could possibly be, I assure you."

Apparently though, Greasy wasn't upset enough not to let out an offended huff and look down at the lady weasel incredulously, "I'll admit, senora, she's a cute one. But what could make you say such a thing?!" Was that rabbit not as innocent as she looked?? Oh, he was gonna have to get her secrets when this was all over... It could be part of her payment to all of them for doing this damn job.

For the first time that evening, Shiny's lips quirked up in a small but loving smile before she sighed and crossed her arms. Not at all bothered by Greasy's disbelief as she looked at him straight in the eye, "She makes me smile. That's what."

"Tie 'em up! We'll handle 'em later."

Despite Shiny's resistance and Poppy's attempt at a rescue- bursting into the building with the tommy gun she had found in the weasels' van, before getting yet another smack to the head- the two women were forced back to back and bound together. It was that God forsaken proof toon rope too, so neither of them could try to pull any toony tricks up their sleeves to get out of this bind.

Shiny snarled and even tried snapping her teeth at some of the goons, especially at the ones who seemed to enjoy subduing them a bit too much. That didn't stop them, of course, and Poppy's pleading of them to back off of the weasel was only met with mockery. But it wasn't taken any further than that, fortunately. And the two were left alone when the brutes walked away.

Poppy tried to control her fearful trembling. She knew that Shiny was terrified as well, even if she tried to hide it; she had to put on a brave face now while their fate was looking grim. Despite her efforts, though, the only thing that managed to calm her enough was when Shiny's fingers intertwined with her own, "It'll be ok, baby. We still have each other."

Poppy looked over her shoulder to face Shiny as best as she could, her brown eyes filled with dread and heart sinking for her lover. How could Shiny still remain calm and comfort her during this time? Why did any of this have to happen? Why... Why wasn't she able to save the woman she loved? "Shiny... I... I'm so sor-"

"Shh. Don't focus on that." Shiny insisted softly, regarding Poppy with the warmth and care she had just for the rabbit. Though she knew that Poppy must be able to see her own fear as well, and squeezed the rabbits paw lightly for both of their comfort, "... I'll be honest with you, Poppy. I'm not sure how we'll get out of this one. So we can't waste time with unnecessary apologies."

Her ears pinned back at the reminder, but she didn't try to finish her sentence. Shiny was right. She didn't want to spend their possible final minutes in self-pity. Right now, she just needed to take a deep breath, and she had to focus on Shiny now, "I'm sor- I mean... I-I love you. Shiny. You're truly the most amazing woman I've ever met. I mean it." There was no possible way to tell Shiny the depth of her love for her. Not in the small time frame they had at least. But this was a good start, at least.

However, instead of returning the 'I love you', Shiny just raised a single brow down at her, "Hm. That's funny."

"What's funny?"

"You just told me you've never looked in the mirror before, though I swear I've seen you do it every morning."

God. Even after everything, even despite the grim reaper knocking on their door, Shiny still had the time to make her heart sing and illicit laughter from her. Of course, it didn't make her completely forget their situation, but it was enough to get Poppy to look up into her eyes adoringly and let the rest of the world fade away, "How are you so charming and lovely all the time?"

"'Cause I've got the right gal, darling." Shiny's heart felt like it was melting, witnessing the pure joy and love Poppy had for her right now. It always did. But right now, it felt even more impactful than the first time Cupids arrow struck her. Thank God weasels were drawn with long necks; she still had to crane her head back, but it was worth it to be able to plant a kiss on Poppy's temple and hear her happy squeak, "You ready to find out what's on the other side for toons?"

Shiny already knew what Poppys answer was gonna be. Even with the serene look on her honey bunny's face, "No."

At that, Shiny let out a small, dry chuckle. She found no humor, nor was she trying to be sarcastic. It was just all she could do at this point while Poppy held tightly onto her paw. It was all either of them could do now, "Me neither."

This is all I've got. I wanted to write more scenes, but I couldn't figure out how to write them! (I STILL don't know what the major plot happening behind the scenes in this AU is or why Shiny was framed. How could I write the scenes that involved all the exposition or Doom?? 😅) but these were still fun to write! ^^

#i wasnt sure to tag you or not. I remember you said you wanted to be tagged in Popshine #but i didnt want to dusturb you either #just let me know if you want me to remive your tag- and of course don't feel obligated to respond if you dont want to ^^#my own writing #scene rewrite #ships #OC x OC #Popshine #my own oc's #Poppy #Shiny Weasel #Toon Patrol #WFRR #who framed roger rabbit #disney #disney villains #fun fact! today i learned that convertables were made in 1910 #and Plymouth offered convertable cars in 1939 #I can now give Shiny a convertible while being historically accurate! :D #decided to combine the 'he makes me laugh' and the 'you better believe it buster' scenes #since i couldnt figure out how to write them all driving through the tunnel #i feel bad for giving the boys barely any writing- but this is a Poppy and Shiny focused post so i dont feel that bad XD

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