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prompt #88

Villain, lifting up their mask: So-

Hero: *screams*

Villain: Um...

Hero: You- you're..

Villain: What?!

Hero: Beautiful.

reblog and put in the tags what your favorite fictional characters have in common

I only met you recently, but I headcanon that you're really sweet and would help put others however you can!

I also think you love angst, I don't know why, it's jut the vibe I get haha

Omg this means so much coming from you^^

And yes, you're right, I try to help people however I can, it makes me happy if I can make someone's day better:)

And well yes, I do like angst (but ofc only in stories and fiction, definitely not in reality haha). I guess the reason for that would be- sad stories just stick with me and it's more like an emotional outlet for me, so yeah.

Okay, I'm joining in the fun :)

Headcanons but like… for me.

What are your headcanons about me?

Taunts

" What are you waiting for?" Hero chuckled and it sounded dry and lifeless- it almost hurt Villain to listen.

"You have me in a chokehold and I clearly have nowhere to run." , they continued, as if taunting.

Villain opened their mouth, prepared to spit out a sarcastic retort but the next thing Hero said shut them up, the words dying in their throat.

"Go on, stab me." Hero said, their eyes daring them to.

And Villain would have believed them if not for the way their shoulders slumped against the cold wall, as if they were tired of standing and just wanted to fall down, tired of carrying the heavy weight on their shoulders and just wanted to let go.

And that's when Villain realized that these words were Hero's attempts at provoking them- like a devil whispering in your ear, Hero wanted Villain to listen to them, wanted Villain to stab them, to take their life, to relieve them of whatever it was that they wanted to get away from.

And there was no way Villain was having any of that. If the world didn't want Hero anymore, if Hero themselves didn't want them anymore then Villain would give them something to live for, because losing Hero wasn't worth anything.

So Villain stared back, gaze hard and firm, refusing to break eye contact, daring them as if saying "make me."

sorry this is short / just wanted to give you all something to read hehe / planning a series which I'll get to work on asap / poor Hero is just tired and Villain wants to help / hope you enjoyed:) / feel free to use as a prompt, but please tag or credit me

God they're so cute <3

The Gift of Panic Pt 8

You guys really love this one, so here you go! Pt 9 is on it’s way! *accidentally had this one named part 7 at first* Find previous parts here

If Rhys had been asked whether or not he was scared of Silver, he would have said no. Of course not. How could he be afraid of someone he just had tea with? Someone he just told his real name to?

That was before they arrived at the Grandwell warehouse. None of Silver’s men were going in with them, just the villain and the hero, because Silver said he didn’t want any of his men getting hurt.

Rhys had seen silver in action before, or so he thought. But apparently, he’d never really seen him in action, because wow, was it something else.  It was terrifying, awe-inspiring, overwhelming, intimidating, scary, intoxicating and overall just breathtaking. It was like a fish in water, where the hero could see just how in his environment Silver was while fighting. His movements were so fluid, effortless. He barely even got hit; he was so good at dodging, blocking.

Admittedly, they had snuck in, taking out guards one by one at first. Silver had promised Rhys that were possible, he would knock them out instead of killing them, but that he wasn’t going to be getting thrown off his game or distracted because of it. Friendship is about compromise, the hero supposed.

Up until they got into the main warehouse, Silver actually hadn’t killed a single person, being able to sneak up behind them and either choke them or knock them out.

Rhys felt pretty glad he was on this side of the fighting for a change.

Once they entered the warehouse, it was very open. They split up, able to take out a few guards from weaving in between boxes, but eventually, they were noticed, and the full out brawl ensued.

That’s when the blood really started.

Now the hero wasn’t a perfect saint either; as much as he tried to be, he’d had to kill a few guards or criminals before, but it was always in self-defence. He had a rule in place for himself that he would always offer his opponent the option to surrender first if he felt they weren’t going to go down with a real fight. Even then, he always tried to only leave non-fatal wounds, but every person was different, and what didn’t kill one person might not always be survivable for the next.

Honestly, if someone asked Rhys whether he was scared of Silver now, the answer still probably would have been no, but it would have at least been a more hesitant no.

His thoughts were cut off when he was thrown to the ground by a criminal he hadn’t seen. They wrestled around, Rhys managing to get out of the other’s grip for a moment, only to be pushing back into a wall, fighting to hold the criminal’s knife back from stabbing into him.

The hero didn’t see the villain behind the other until the tip of a knife emerged on the other side of the criminal’s throat.

“You good?” Silver asked, pulling his knife back and pushing the criminal to the ground.

“Yeah,” The hero panted, catching his breath, “Thanks, though, you could have knocked him out,”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking about it when I saw you in trouble,” the villain shrugged. He wasn’t even very out of breath!

What got Rhys the most was that he also didn’t even use his powers!

The hero was 80% sure he had worked out the villain’s first power was metal-kenisis, and this place was full of metal objects! But Silver managed just fine, not needing to tap into them even once.

“Is that all of them?” Rhys asked, looking around.

“All but the Grandwells themselves, whom I assume heard the gunshots and have turned tail, but it’s worth checking anyway,”

“Where are they?”

“Most likely the top floor,” he replied as they walked over the elevator.

“Yeah, but we don’t have the passcode, do we?”

The villain raised an eyebrow, “Have you seriously not put together what my powers are yet?”

“It’s metal ken- oh,”

Silver chuckled, and with of wave of his hand, the elevator doors opened. Once they were in, he made an upwards motion, and Rhys could feel the elevator going up.

Once they were at the top, they stepped out, looking around the area.

“Tell me,” Silver said as they walked down the hallway, “If we spare them, which I’m admittingly not inclined to do, but if we do, will the police immediately investigate to clean up all their illegal activity?

"That depends; I now realize that I don’t really know what I’m going to do because I didn’t bring nearly enough handcuffs, and the guys downstairs will be awake before the police get to this side of town,”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll have my men deal with it, but that answers my question anyway,”

When the two large doors at the end of the hall opened, the Grandwell twins were nowhere to be seen, but the emergency exit door was still open, sign above it blinking.

“Cowards,” the villain muttered, “They are probably long gone by now. Sacrificed the lives of their men to stall us long enough to escape. Unbelievable.”

“I-” Rhys paused, unsure how to respond, “No offence but isn’t that what, well ya'know, villains tend to do?”

Luckily Silver didn’t seem offended; he simply shrugged, “Most of them, yes probably. But not me; most of my men and women have family to feed. I’m not about to make any children lose their parents if I can help it. I may be a villain, but I have standards. You might notice I also always try to thank my men because using fear to scare your followers into loyalty isn’t even close to as valuable as truly earning it. I don’t expect them to be loyal to me if I treat them poorly. I may not care about them on a personal level, but working out of fear instead of free will makes for terrible work ethic among more instances of betrayal, etcetera,”

“Wow, I never thought about it like that, but, yeah that’s really smart. I’m sure your employees appreciate it,”

Rhys watched as Silver dug through the various different drawers of the main desks, rooting through the papers and other things.

“Now what?” the hero asked.

“Well, now that it’s safe, I’ll send my men in. They will round up all the survivors for you, and if you can guarantee them safety, I’ll even have them deliver them to the police station for you. They will comb through the rest of this place and take anything valuable, as well as gather all the information they can. We will still have to track down the Grandwells after all,”

“Wow, yeah, that would be perfect,”

Before the villain could reply, Rhys phone went off.

“Hello?” the hero answered, and suddenly his eyes widened, “Oh crap, yeah, I’ll be right there,”

“what’s wrong?”

“Thistle and some of her men are trying to rob the bank on main street. I’m going to have to run,”

“Hold on. Let me pass the go along to my men first, and then I can tag along with you to help,”

Rhy’s eyes widened in shock, mouth ajar slightly, “did-, are you offering to help fight crime?” he asked in disbelief.

Silver smirked that knowing, charming, yet mischievous smirk, “I consider taking out one of my competitors a very villainous thing to do,”

Rhys laughed, pulling out his phone again, “Alright, you make your call. I’ll call the station to let them know not to arrest your men when they drop off these criminals and that your tagging along to make sure they don’t try and shoot you or something,”

“Sounds like a plan to me, my friend,” the villain replied, dialling something on their phone. The ‘my friend’ comment made the hero stop for a second, heart-swelling in his chest. Even if it had been said as almost a joke, not as earnestly as the hero was taking it, it still meant a lot.

This was turning out much better than the Rhys would have ever imagined.

Nero

Note: For those who haven't seen 91 days- Angelo is his real name and Avilio is the alibi.

A certain man, with his signature smile that reminds Angelo of a child's smile (because they say that a child's smile is one of the purest and untainted things in this world right?) and his brown, neatly shapen beard, with deep voice and handsome laugh keeps Angelo awake at night. He is also Angelo's target to kill, the person who took everything away from him and made him a hollow shell, living solely for the purpose of revenge, the revenge that would be completed once Angelo strikes a dagger, or shoots a bullet into his heart.

But he can't... for some unexplainable reason, Angelo can't bring himself to kill him- to kill Nero.

"Hey Avilio! " Nero would say brightly, handing him a cigarette. "Want to smoke with me?"

(Don't talk to me like you've known me for ages, because you don't.)

"Avilio, hey, careful, CAREFUL!! You're going to crash into that tree-

Nero would scream his lungs out everytime Avilio made him dance with Death -thanks to his rash driving, complaining with a "you know I'm never getting in a car that you drive again!" , with a pouty face and anguished voice but the next day when Avilio would sit in the driver's seat, Nero would just join him in the passenger's seat, with his infamous grin.

(Why did you come? Do you seriously want to die?)

Another time Nero had casually put an arm around Avilio, holding him close like any friend would, though he was the Don and Avilio was just someone who worked for him, "You really do have a sweet bone in there, don't you Avilio?"

And Avilio stared at him like he had gone crazy. "Huh?"

Nero simply chuckled, "The Inspector's family, you got them out of the car before it was blasted to smithereens."

Avilio simply shrugged and pulled himself away from the half hug, body tingling.

(Don't call me sweet. I'm the farthest thing away from that.)

Nero let his guard down around Avilio so many times, too many times for Avilio to keep count.

Nero was drunk off his ass, face flushed, voice slurry as he talked about some age old memory. Avilio pretended to listen, but his hands steadily reached out towards the knife that sat in the center of the beef that they were eating. He planned to stab him with it, even as his hands shook.

But then Nero turned to face him, a lopsided grin on his face, " Aren't you drinking Avilio? You had enough already?"

And Avilio couldn't do anything else, as he excused himself with a , "I'm tired, I've already had too much so I'll be going now." The stolen knife sat in his back pocket.

And Angelo could keep listing such events if you asked him to, they were numerous in number and his brain seemed eager to catalog all of them- for what reason, Angelo didn't understand himself.

But Angelo had a plan, and he would execute that tomorrow.

-

Angelo's pov

I know that this plan won't fail, it's completely foolproof. Today would be the day that I kill him and avenge my family. Today.

I knocked the door and entered after Nero gave me permission.

"Hey Avilio! Slept well?"

(Don't be so happy to look at me. Please don't. )

I try to hide my distress but my dark circles can't hide themselves, " Kind of."

Nero scrunched his nose at that. "Come on, let me pour you a drink." I sat in my usual spot as Nero gracefully slid a glass of Lawless Heaven across the table.

I pick up the glass, muttering a small "Thanks." Nero simply smiles, and sips his own glass.

After taking a few sips, I put the glass down, steeling my nerves.

(I have to do this today, before I become unable to do it anymore. I have to kill you today.)

"Nero, I need you to do something for me."

My voice comes out steady for once, probably because it's the first time in a while that I'm not lying.

Nero looks at me, a curious expression plastered his face.

"What is it?"

Here it goes - "I need you to kiss me."

(I know you'll never do it, so I'm asking you.)

Nero almost chokes on his drink and sets the glass down with trembling fingers. He then stares right at me, eyes wide and if I look hard enough, I can see an underlying layer of utter shock. His face looks so ridiculous, I can't decide if I want to laugh or cry.

That's good. Hate me.

(Because I don't deserve love.)

Look at me with as much disgust and hate as you can.

(At least then I can try to forget your smiling face. Though I don't know if it'll work or not.)

Nero walks towards me, taking cautious steps as if the ground would swallow him whole if he didn't. I close my eyes when I feel him breathing right next to me, mentally prepared for anything- a slap, a punch to my gut, words of contempt, anything that would tear me apart and never put me back together again.

But what I felt was another pair of lips on mine.

(Why?)

How am I supposed to kill you now?

(Tell me.)

This is written for the 91 days anime / but hero and villain fans, you're free to imagine either of them as a hero or a villain because I think their situation perfectly fits the trope / this anime killed me and this is me trying to get over it by writing about it / idk if it will work though /oh if anyone wants to see this dynamic played out as a hero and villain, let me know.

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Red

The night breeze whisked past Villain, caressing their cheeks and making them feel colder than they were a minute ago.

"Ugh..." they groaned, pulling their red scarf further up so that it covered a better part of their chin. The fabric felt soft and warm against their cold fingertips, and it reminded Villain of Hero's cape. They had never thought that they would admit to liking how warm the cape felt, when Hero had covered them with it during one particularly cold night, quite like this one, and they were sitting on a high roof, facing the skyscrapers- Villain hadn't expected it to be that cold, so they hadn't worn any clothing that were designed to keep them warm. They were extremely grateful for that warm cape, much like it's owner and ended up buying a scarf that had the same shade to remind themselves about it (they would never tell Hero that though).

They smiled, the memory making them feel a little warm as two shadows zipped past them in a speed that didn't belong to a normal human. From the corner of their eyes, they caught sight of something red before it disappeared around the street corner. And who else other than Hero would wear bright red like that in the middle of the night , moving at a superhuman speed? It was definitely Hero, and they were chasing someone who wasn't them? That fact alone didn't sit well with Villain so they decided to follow them.

There have been new villains popping up here and there around town, not to mention the Supervillain as well... Villain mused, I'll just go take a quick look and then leave, it's not like I'm worried or anything... (Villain was dead set on denying it).

They turned a street corner there, and one more, leading to an alleyway with a dead end. It was pitch dark and the only source of light was a dilapidated lamp barely hanging onto the wall. Villain looked up to find some moonlight but nope, it just had to be a new moon night. They sighed, straining their eyes to spot even a glimpse of the two blurry figures that they had seen earlier and heard a loud crash to their left. They turned towards another lonely alleyway and followed it, heart hammering in their chest.

They hid themselves at the corner and peeped in, definitely not interested in getting involved in some unnecessary scuffle. They could see a figure slumped against a toppled trash can, trash littered eveywhere- so that's where the crashing sound came from. There was another figure looming over them, and even from there, Villain could feel bloodlust washing over their senses, making them freeze on spot. They pitied the person on the ground, unable to imagine the terror that must be coursing through their veins.

This alleyway had better lighting so Villain was able to see their faces a little better- the looming figure was definitely the Supervillain, that bloodlust was a dead giveaway. The slumped figure looked up and glared at the supervillain, eyes defiant and fierce, a symbol that they weren't going to give up that easily and Villain could feel their throat closing up, anxiety flaring up and burning their insides.

Hero... they knew, from the glimpse of red they knew from the start, a tiny inkling that it could've been Hero rushing through the streets in the dead of the night, chasing some terrible foe. Villain knew... but right now they wished that they were wrong, so wrong, because never did they really expect their foe to be the Supervillain. Villain had seen their powers firsthand and it had made them shiver, tremble to their bones. Never had they felt anxiety slap them in their face like that before. And now Hero was there, facing that devil with defiant eyes and a brave heart and Villain's chest almost felt full with something alien to them... was it pride?

Villain was jolted out of their thoughts by a scream that shattered their soul- it sounded so painful, wrecked, and hopeless and with every passing second, Villain thought that it sounded like Hero. They stared at the scene in front of them, immediately wishing that they didn't.

Red... why is there so much red?

To the Villain, red had become something that they associated with Hero- red cape, crimson cheeks, fiery passion, a warm heart, kind touches, sunny smile, and finally, the way they loved -it would put even Aphrodite to shame. Villain knew that too well, after all, they were the only recipient of that love. Hero was their lover and always will be.

Which only made their heart twist and turn with increasing agony because Hero's costume looked redder than usual and Villain refused to accept that it was blood- Hero's blood, their lover's blood.

You shouldn't do this.

Don't lose your cool.

If supervillain finds out that you've betrayed them, and worse, that you're in a relationship with their mortal nemesis, you're done for.

Don't worry, Hero will be fine.

They will be fine.

They-

Villain looked at Hero once again- bruised cheeks, a huge gash in their gut, bleeding out, shallow breaths, their head now leaning completely against the wall for support and Villain waited a couple more seconds, but Hero made no move to get up. And now there's more red, red... red... red... everywhere.

Before Villain could even think about reasoning with themselves again, their limbs moved and in a flash they stood in between their lover and Supervillain, whose face switched from surprise to amusement, as if they couldn't decide on which emotion to portray.

"Well well, Villain. What a pleasant surprise." Supervillain drawled and dread settled into Villain's veins- cold, gripping, merciless. They heard slight movement from behind them and glanced back coyly. Hero was looking at them, surprise written all over their face. Then they smiled (or at least tried to), to Villain, it looked more like a grimace. But they looked more alive than they did just a moment ago, and that single fact was enough to wash away the pooling dread and replace it with something else- courage.

Now, Villain was never a person who would do something so reckless, they were always the brains of their duo while Hero was the power, brains and power. That's how they had always worked together- and thanks to that, Villain got to know that Hero did not possess a single shred of self preservation whatsoever. It made their stomach crawl to think about how many times they had saved Hero from imminent death and Hero would just smile, all sweet and sunny, like they hadn't just almost died a second ago- and that's what they were doing now.

Ugh, the things I do for love, Villan mused, rolling their eyes at Hero.

"Ahem Villain, you alright there? You've been staring intensely at our nemesis for quite a few seconds now."

Villain heard a wheeze from Hero, which was probably meant to be a chuckle.

"Oh sorry, I was just distracted thinking about the numerous ways in which I could kill him."

Careful me. Supervillain cannot know about us- that would be like digging a grave and burying ourselves six feet deep in the ground. Careful.

Supervillain laughed out loud, acting like Villain had just told them the joke of the century and Villain had to hold themselves back from rolling their eyes at them.

" That's my Villain, always thinking about the best possible ways to kill someone."

Hero coughed abnoxiously and Villain wanted to smack them in their face- now is not the time to be getting jealous, idiot.

Supervillain glared at Hero and Villain subtly moved so that they were now blocking Hero completely from Supervillain's view. "I don't see why you have to think that much though, Hero looks like they're going to kick the bucket any minute."

The colour red flooded Villain's vision, making them stagger on their feet. How many more times did they have to see their lover dyed in red before the world would be satisfied?

"V-villain?" Hero croaked weakly and Villain flinched, feeling physical pain as if somebody had stabbed them. They stood back up straight, hoping that Hero got the message. They were okay. Now was no time to be getting distracted, they had to get Hero away from here, away to a safer place.

Supervillain crooked his head at Hero lying behind Villain, suddenly curious. Villain tensed, mind racing to bring back all of Supervillain's attention back on them. Look at me, don't look at them. Look at me, only me.

" Supervillain, I don't appreciate you giving that lowly Hero more attention than to me, you act as if I don't exist." Villain sneered, making their voice sound as deadly as they can. They desperately hoped that their voice didn't tremble.

"Oh, forgive me, I didn't mean to do that." Supervillain said but there was not a single ounce of sincerity in that. Villain simply glared, gaze sharp and cruel.

"Ouch, if only gazes could kill, I would certainly be dead right now Villain, I'm hurt." Supervillain mocked and Villain's brain was working overtime, trying to comprehend the change in Supervillain's attitude- why are they acting like they know something that I don't, they seem cockier than usual.

Villain decided to take a chance, "Why are you acting like this Supervillain, are you perhaps, hiding something from me? Some part of a plan that you don't want me to know about?"

Supervillain chuckled dryly, and Villain felt the temperature drop a few degrees at once, bloodlust making itself known once again. Hero whimpered from behind them and Villain's heart cried out.

"You tell me who's the one hiding things, Villain."

Villain barely had any time to react, their mind knew what was happening, but their body was too slow to comprehend.

A huge blast of power left the Supervillain's palm- right towards Hero.

Move... move... MOVE!!!

Villain was never in their life more thankful for their superspeed as they turned around, grabbed Hero in their arms and zipped past the blast, just as it connected with the concrete behind them, blasting it into pieces. Villain ran as fast as their legs could carry them, trying not to jostle the hurt Hero in their arms too much. They were going to turn around the next corner when they felt something digging into their side. They refused to acknowledge it, continuing to speed away, the only thing on their mind being getting Hero to safety.

Supervillain's coarse laughter echoed from far behind them, as they sped away.

"Llain... Villain... VILLAIN!!!"

Villain was forced to stop, crashing into a concrete wall. They made sure to turn around in the last second, so that their back came into contact with the wall and not Hero who they held in their arms.

Villain gasped out loud, any air residing in their lungs evicted, suddenly feeling more tired than they have felt in ages. They heard shuffling and peeked an eye open to see Hero crawling up to them- all bloody and bruised. Just stay put, idiot, you're hurt, they wanted to say but their voice refused to work.

"You're bleeding!" Hero wailed as loud as they could in their current state, but it sounded more like a whisper to Villain- am I becoming deaf?

Hero finally made it to them, hands clutching onto their leg and slowly pulling themselves up, touching everywhere and spreading warmth with their fingertips. Villain looked up at them from their bed of concrete, "You're so warm, Hero."

And Hero cried and cried and cried, fat tears rolling down their cheeks, just like the way they would cry after waking up from a nightmare (and oh how badly they wished that this was just another bad dream). Villain smiled at them and they cried more. Villain didn't want them to cry.

"S-stop crying, s-silly", Villain somehow managed to wheeze out, their body aching everywhere. Hero bent down, warm fingers touching their eyelids, cheeks and then lips. The next thing Villain could feel was a pair of lips on theirs, Hero's lips, warm just the way they remembered, kissing them like it was the last time they would ever get to do it. Hero pulled away, looking into Villain's eyes and began muttering strings of "sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" and Villain wanted to keep staring at them but they just felt so tired.

They wanted to bring up their hand and wipe away those tears that had no business on their lover's face but their hand wouldn't move. They couldn't do anything.

"G-go and get yourself checked *cough cough* at a h-hospital okay?" Villain wheezed out, struck by another coughing fit.

And Hero just smiled, looking like the happiest person in the world which Villain scrunched their nose at because they were bleeding and this was no time to be happy.

" I will *wheeze*, I love you Villain, so so much." They burst into tears again.

"I l-love-

Villain closed their eyes.

Hero finally let themselves fall on their lover's bloody body- cold, lifeless, unmoving. They couldn't hear the heartbeats that they fell asleep to every night anymore. They knew that they themselves were beyond saving, and so they cried and wailed, wanting to spend the last moments of their life grieving- grieving for the only person who loved them and saw them for who they really were, not just as a hero.

"You kept worrying about me till your last breath huh? You were always too good for me Villain, you loved me too well, too much."

"Maybe if you didn't love me, you would still be alive."

Tears mingled with blood as Hero's warm hands found Villain's cold ones, interlacing their fingers together.

"So this is what they mean by being together until your last breath huh? I never really thought that it would happen to me because love just seemed like too good of a dream to be true."

Hero smiled, heart feeling full because they knew that they had the best lover that they could have ever asked for. And everything that had happened between them was true in every way.

"At least now, we don't have to see each other bleeding out and fighting to stay alive."

T-T

hero and villain really just wanna live life / but no, I had to go and make it angsty / I swear though, this was not how it played out in my head/ why do I do this to myself- /me playing with the word lover because it sounds so good / also let me know if you guys want an alternative HAPPY end for these two in the comments/ if you're okay with this, that's cool too.

I wish falling in love was as easy as falling for your fics I SWEAR-

Hello! Can you please do something with a female hero and a female villain who are dating but pretend to be enemies around everyone else please? Thank you!

yes of course!  sorry this is a bit short

“Sierra!!  Stop fucking around!”

Sierra sighed.  Did she want to fight Quinn? Of course not.  Was her boss currently giving her a death stare because she hadn’t hit Quinn yet?  Maybe.

Sierra and Quinn had a very.. complicated relationship.  Sierra was a superhero, and Quinn was a villain.  They first met when Quinn was hijacking a bank, and Sierra had been sent to stop her.  Sierra remembered the first thing she thought was ‘Wow. She’s beautiful’.  A grave injury and a blurted-out confession later, the two of them were happily dating.

But, no one knew about their relationship.  That was how Sierra found herself on the battlefield, being yelled at by her superior for going easy on a villain, aka her girlfriend.  She sighed, moving closer to Quinn.  “Quinn..” Sierra hissed, eyebrows raised.  Quinn’s eyes widened in comprehension.  The next thing she knew, her girlfriend was writhing on the ground, moaning in pain.

Sierra tried her best to hold back a laugh at Quinn’s horrible acting.  Quinn caught her eye and winked, causing Sierra to let out an undignified snort.  Her boss looked over at her, confusion evident on her face.  Sierra made sure her body was shielding Quinn’s before kissing her gently.  Quinn stiffened at first, but eventually relaxed and grabbed Sierra’s hand.  The kiss was far too short, in Sierra’s opinion, but there was nothing they could do about that.  Sierra was cursing all the gods above as she pulled away- her stupid boss would start wondering what was taking her so long.  Quinn looked up at her quizzically, and she felt guilt course through her chest.  “I’m sorry about this,” she whispered, caressing Quinn’s face.

“It’s okay baby,” Quinn replied.  “Just hit me,” she said, gesturing to herself.

Sierra knocked her in the jaw, a sick feeling churning in her stomach as she watched Quinn crumple to the ground.  

YESSSSS PLS

so you know how the typical thing a kidnapped person says to their captor is “what are you going to do with me?”. how about instead they just go “i don’t care what you do to me,” and the captor is so surprised and lowkey concerned for the captured person’s wellbeing that they just sit down next to them and go “you okay?”

Word: Trunk

I was just about to turn around the corner when the car started spluttering and after a few hesitant inches forward, it stopped. I sighed, getting out and began inspecting the engine, wanting to fix this up and continue my journey as soon as possible- it's been a couple of months since I last met you after all, and I miss you. (I wouldn't tell you that though, I don't have the courage).

My chest heaves as I manage to push the car to a repair shop nearby, and the guy tells me that it'll take an hour. Luckily, I know just the thing that would keep me company. I run up to my trunk, open it and pull out my brown suitcase. I enter the numbers for the lock (It's your birthday) and the suitcase opens with a 'pop'. The first thing in there is a letter- the same one that you gave me before we parted all those months ago; it's the first thing I read when I open my eyes every morning and the last thing I read before I go to bed every night.

Normal people would have actually have this letter by hearted if they read it so many times, but unfortunately for me, I'm anything but that. The doctor has always told me, (the kind man he is), that my memory is a fickle thing, it can disappear and reappear whenever it wants to. I remember he also had a fancy name for it- memory distortion? Anyways, none of that matters to me, as long as I don't forget one person in my life (you)- that's all I ask for. So I read the letter again, tracing my index finger over that that messy handwriting of yours, it's one thing that hasn't changed ever since I've known you and I take pride in deciphering it like it's my own.

The repair guy calls out to me and it's finally time to go, I mean come back- come back to you. I hope I'll get to see you, (before it's too late), before my memory fails me and I end up forgetting who you are. I'm not stupid, as distorted as my memory may be, I've always known that that day would come (but I hope it doesn't have to be today).

It's been two more hours since the repair shop, and I'm almost there brother, I just have to turn one more corner and I'll end up right in front of our house. But wait, is it really just one more corner? Don't I have to turn two more? No, I shouldn't turn any corners, I should just take a right here. No, no, no, this can't be happening. I'm confused. I don't know the way home-

Where am I even trying to go?

I don't exactly remember so I turn right, I just feel like seeing the beach all of a sudden. I think I would have spent a lot of time there as a child because my clothes often smell like the sea. I drive for a few more minutes and can hear the waves crashing on the shore. I park the car on the sand and simply stare out into the ocean, deep and mysterious. "Our minds are like the ocean" , doctor used to say, "no one can really understand them to the fullest."

Poor man, he was such a nice man. I wonder if he's having a good time in heaven?

-

About an hour later, a man walks up to me. And for some weird reason I don't feel alarmed at all, and just stare at him as he comes closer. When he's finally close enough, he looks at me as if I'm acting really weird and calls out my name with so much familiarity, asking me why I came to the beach instead of coming home, and I take a step back- not because I'm scared but because I'm just not used to familiarity, nothing in my life has stayed familiar for me anyways.

"Um, who are you?"

That one statement seems to knock all the air out of his lungs, and he staggers for a moment, before regaining his balance and the next time he looks up at me, he's crying, sobbing and something in me breaks but I have a feeling it wasn't intact in the first place.

After gulping in a few strained breaths of air, he finally speaks again, "I'm your brother."

And I don't know why it hurt in my chest, but it did and it wouldn't go away no matter how much I denied it. Looking at the apparent distress on my face, my 'brother' put a hesitant arm around my back, pulling me into a hug. I put my arms around him without any hint of hesitation, the warmth making me feel a little better.

And then there were wet stripes on my cheeks and I didn't know why, so since I didn't know the reason, I couldn't stop them. I cried and he cried looking at me, and we just both cried, holding each other in our arms, tasting the salty air.

And for a brief moment, I could see someone who looked like a younger version of the same man who was holding me in my head, and everything fell into place, like putting puzzle pieces together.

The doctor did say that memories were fickle things- that they would go and come as they pleased.

My hands tightened on his shirt and I smiled into his chest, "I'm home, brother." I felt the pair of arms tighten around me.

Anywhere feels like home when you're with me.

Thank you @creweemmaeec11 for this wonderful game, I had fun writing this!!! (The medical stuff may not be factual, I didn't really research much because the prompt was just "trunk" and I ended up making a story out of it XD)

Calling all tumblr writers! We’re playing a word game!

Let’s try to get that creative brain going. 

Here’s how it works:

The game is simple. I’ll start by saying a word, then someone will reblog with their own word that’s related to mine. Then you reblog with a word related to thiers, and so on! If you see this post, Reblog the most recent word with your own related one! (You can reblog older ones too if those are what you see,)

The writing part, is that before you can reblog your word, you have to write something with it! It can be a poem a shorty story, anything you want as long as it includes your word!

I’ll start!

The First Word Is: Tree

My writing: 

Things would never be the same. It was more then a plant to her. There was a playhouse up in it’s canopy, and a tire swing on a branch. Carved in the trunk remained the scars of her first teenage crush. Memories of picnics below in the shade, or the crafts made with the colourful fall leaves. This was more then a tree, it was her childhood. And now it was burning.

Now go! Reblog with a word related to tree, along with your own writing snippet! Lets get all of Tumblr writing :3

Okay, I cried

“Well, I win again, Hero,” Villain smirked, looking down at Hero.  Hero grimaced, blinking rapidly as if trying to keep their eyes open.  “Come on now, get up,” Villain continued, extending a hand out to Hero.  They watched in satisfaction as Hero reached a shaking hand out, about to grasp their own-

Villain stood there, hand extended, as Hero fell to the ground, eyes rolling to the back of their head.  “Hero…?” Villain asked.  No response.  “Hero, stop messing around.  It’s just a handshake…” they huffed.  Why was Hero so infuriating?

“Fine,” Villain accosted.  “I’ll close my eyes, so just take my hand already,” they demanded, shutting their eyes and shaking their empty hand in the air.  They waited for Hero’s hand to slip in to theirs.  But, their hand remained extended.  Villain opened their eyes in confusion.

Hero’s motionless figure was still sprawled on the ground.

“Hero,” they laughed.  Hero was really trying to drag this one out, weren’t they?  They probably shouldn’t have made their feelings for Hero that obvious, but whatever.  Hero had always been freakishly observant…  

Villain stared down at Hero, willing them to get up.  Still no movement.  “Hero, this isn’t funny,” Villain laughed loudly, feeling their heart start to race.  Why weren’t they getting up?

“Come on, you win, Hero,” Villain breathed.  “Now g-get up already,” they panicked, crouching down and shaking Hero.  “Wake up and smell the coffee, Hero,”

Nothing.

Villain wrapped a hand around Hero’s wrist, wincing at how cold their skin was.  Please have a pulse, please have a pulse.  They waited for some sort of beat, noise, anything.  Villain didn’t hear anything.  Maybe they just had a slow heart rate?  They sat there, praying to whatever was up in the skies to help them.  Still no heartbeat.

“Come on, Hero,” Villain screamed, tears streaming down on their face.  “Get up, get up!  What are you doing?!”  They fell to the ground, hands shaking as they held onto Hero’s wrist.

Silence had never been so deafening.

Yes totally, come at me xD

Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.

Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends

3am(s)

"You know," Villain mused, "You're definitely the kind of person I want to spend my 3am(s) with."

Hero plopped down comfortably next to them and turned to face them, a smirk dancing on their lips, " is that your idea of a confession?"

Villain was now a blushing mess, trying to hide their rapidly reddening cheeks with a scarred hand. Hero was quick though, and grabbed the same hand, slowly bringing it towards their lips and the whole time, Villain's heart threatened to jump out of their chest.

Hero waited for a chaste moment, staring into Villain's eyes as they kissed along the scars on their palm- gentle, dedicated, firm. Villain felt like fainting under their touch.

"If you didn't already notice my dear Villain," Hero mocked playfully, "we've been doing that almost every night now- staying awake at ungodly hours that is." Their eyes gestured down to their wristwatch for a tiny moment to further emphasize their point.

Villain rolled their eyes, already used to Hero's smart mouth and they can't seem to decide for the life of them, whether to shut that mouth up or let them ramble, because they loved both and -

"Woah woah, I can literally see you running inside your head. Calm down." Hero tried, terribly amused by Villain's reactions.

Villain decided on the first option as they pulled Hero flush to their chest, taking all the breath out of them as their lips finally met. Hero didn't miss a beat, deepening the kiss the next instant.

And when they broke apart, eyes glazed, hand in hand and chest heaving, Villain was the personification of a tomato and for once, Hero faltered for words, tracing their lips with their index finger as if reliving the kiss.

Hero looked at Villain with a passion that made them weak.

"Wanna try that again?"

Villain met Hero halfway- they had always found it difficult to deny Hero and they didn't think that was ever going to change.

Just hero and villain having a good time/ this ended up being sweet and kind sexy somehow? /still very much adorable.

Hey you all, how are you today? It's just me trying to interact more with people on here because I'm really bad at talking about myself lol T-T.

But please feel free to talk to me, or ask me anything, literally, I'm always happy to interact and make some new friends. Instead of just posting my writing here, I'll definitely make an effort to talk more because that's how you find like minded people right? (I'm pretty sure that's how writing communities and such are born), so yeah, let's talk:)

This has gone on long enough lol/ thank you for reading through my silly attempts at conversation.

Definitely something I think every writer needs to hear (including myself) <3

What’s your best advice for battling self-doubt as a writer?

Hi! My advice probably isn’t the best, but I hope you find something helpful :)

I alternate between being wildly confident in my abilities and thinking that I’m barely past literate and a second grader could do better than me. Whenever that happens, and my brain starts telling me that it looks terrible, I tell it to shut up and then post something anyway. Of course, I know that this definitely won’t work for a lot of people, since it takes a lot of practice to stop trusting your brain. I can only do it because of other things my brain tells me to do which I don’t listen to. 

Something my writing teacher told me a while ago (yes I’m one of those kids that had a weird attachment to their English teacher, don’t @ me) was that if someone wrote Sharknado and someone else liked it enough to turn it into a movie, then someone will like your writing. Now, I haven’t seen Sharknado, but it sounds about right. 

I also find it helpful to read over people’s comments on my writing, which, if you’re starting out, probably doesn’t help. Validation from other people shouldn’t be what gives you your confidence as a writer, but it helps a lot. That’s more about getting attention as a writer, though, and for that it’s important to tag stuff and to talk to other people. Following people, commenting on posts, liking things- that’s all going to help. 

Writing is hard. And if you’re doing it, you’re already amazing.

Self doubt isn’t going to leave, everyone has to deal with it. The best thing you can do is power on, and remember that someone will like it. 

hope that helps! 

mutuals add on?

You've stolen my heart, seriously

Hello! May you write a snippet with an irresistible villain seducing and flirting with a flustered hero, and the villain enjoys it? Please and thank you! :)

The sky was especially blue, Hero thought, watching the reflection of the clouds drift across their sword, stars twinkling in the background. 

A branch snapped behind them, and they spun, sword up. “Villain,” they snarled, pulling another knife out.

“You’re certainly prepared for me,” Villain said, a playful smile on their face. “What makes you think I came here to fight?”

“Why else would you be here?” Hero took a step forward, bringing the sword to Villain’s chest. 

“I couldn’t resist coming to see my favorite Hero,” Villain said, “especially when you make every visit so… exciting.”

Hero frowned, and took another step forward, forcing Villain back a step. “What’s your plan? What are you going to do?”

“You’re very forward,” Villain said, “but I think a better question would be what do I want to do?” They brought their arm up, somehow holding a sword that Hero hadn’t noticed, and knocked Hero’s blade to the side. 

Hero let out a gasp and swung their sword back up, but Villain was already too close, their sword an inch from Hero’s throat. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Villain said, a hint of a dare in their grin. 

“Why would I play your idiotic games?”

“I think you’ll find I’m very good at playing games,” Villain said. “Among other things.”

A blush started working it’s way up Hero’s neck, cheeks hot. They stumbled backward, trying not to trip over sticks and bushes. “I…” they couldn’t come up with a response, not even an insult. 

Villain smiled, twirling their sword. “You’re not very used to this, are you?” 

Hero scowled. “I’m a little busy saving the city from people like you, if you hadn’t noticed. What’s it to you?”

Villain shrugged. “Would you like someone to teach you? I’d be happy to oblige.”

“No!” Hero shouted. They held their sword higher, indignant now. “I don’t know what your plan is, but if you think this little distraction is going to work-”

“Oh, so you think I’m distracting?”

Hero knew they were bright red, their ears unbearably hot against the cold air. “No- no that’s not what I said-”

“Of course,” Villain replied, taking another step forward. “You’d never, ever think anything of the sort, you’re much too proper.”

For some reason, Hero blushed even harder.

“Unless that’s wrong,” Villain said, stepping even closer. Their swords were both forgotten at their sides now, Villain standing close enough to reach out and grab Hero if they wanted.

A shiver ran down Hero. They reached out behind them, unable to take their eyes off Villain, fingers brushing a tree.

“Cold?” Villain asked. “I have an extra sweater.”

“I’m not cold,” Hero said, “so get away from me and leave me alone! I have-”

Villain had reached out, capturing a strand of Hero’s hair. 

Hero remembered that they had a sword, and started to bring it up.

Villain grabbed their wrist, twisting it back so that they dropped their sword, then pushed Hero into the tree behind them.

“You’re quite a lot of fun, Hero,” Villain said, one hand on Hero’s wrist between them and their sword resting on Hero’s collarbone. “but I don’t tolerate lies.”

“I never lied!” Hero protested, trying to push Villain away.

Villain shifted the sword, bringing it up to Hero’s throat, stopping Hero’s fighting altogether. “That’s better,” they said, releasing Hero’s wrist. 

Hero glared up at Villain. “I don’t know what your plan here is, but it isn’t working.”

“What did I say about lying?” 

“I wasn’t-” Hero stopped, suddenly, staring at Villain’s lips. “I…” 

Villain leaned closer, just barely brushing their lips against Hero’s. “What was that?” they murmured against Hero’s mouth.

For a moment, Hero almost sighed, leaning into the slight kiss. Then they jerked back, pushing Villain away. “No! You’re not going to confuse me.” 

“I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to do,” Villain said. 

“Like crime?” 

“Depends on how nicely you ask me not to do it.” Villain looked Hero up and down. “I can think of a few ways you could distract me from doing crime.”

Hero blushed. 

“After all,” Villain continued, “I’d be busy doing... other things.” They winked at Hero. 

Hero moved away from the tree, trying to get their sword back from where they’d dropped it. “I, um- that wouldn’t happen,” they said. Why was Villain so damn smug all the time?!

“Maybe not today, then,” Villain said, and kicked Hero’s sword up and into their hand. “I have what I came for after all-” they looked back at hero “-unless you’d like to join me? I’d love to give you some private lessons.”

Hero sucked in a breath, suddenly imagining exactly what a “private lesson” with Villain would look like. 

Then they remembered that Villain was supposed to be their enemy. “Give me my sword,” they said.

“The sword comes with me- if you want it, you have to come with me too.”

Hero definitely wasn’t considering going with them.

“Are you going to kill me if I do?” they asked. 

Villain smiled, holding out their hand for Hero to take. “I don’t mix my work with my private life- it’ll be you and me.”

Hero could worry about getting their sword back later.

Happy New Year everyone! 

Omg this is beautiful

This is a take on the supervillain handing hero’s sidekick over to regular villain. It’s a trope somewhere, I’m sure.

The villain clenched their jaw. Hero’s sidekick was a teenage girl for God’s sake. A teenage girl in the hands of the supervillain... the villain stomach jolted, they couldn’t let that happen.

“Hand her over.” The words were barely out of the villain’s mouth when the supervillain smirked. Villain’s own sidekick tensed up behind them, but the villain gave them a subtle placating gesture. If they could get out of this without a fight they would.

The supervillain noticed the interaction and merely grinned. “And what do I get in return? The girl here can give me information on her boss, her perfect little hero.” He mocked. “Might take a few days under the ringer but I’m sure she’ll talk.”

The girl’s eyes widened in fear. The villain could tell she was trying to steel herself, even shackled at the mercy of the supervillain. For all she knew she was surrounded by enemies on all sides, debating her fate, too far away from the hero for any magical rescues.

The villain opened their mouth again, an idea coming together. “Girl,” they snapped. “Have you been to your boss’s private apartments? Do you know the inner workings of the hero’s most secret base?”

As the villain spoke, they prayed, deny it deny it deny it. Say no. Say no.

“I don’t-“ the girl shook her head. “I didn’t know of any quarters, I’ve never been there-”

“Clearly the girl’s new,” the villain let contempt drip from their tongue, willing the supervillain to buy the uninterested facade. “You’re not going to get anything out of her besides leverage you don’t even need right now. I, on the other hand, can give you all the information you need.”

“Is that so?” The supervillain raised an eyebrow.

The villain merely shrugged, allowing a smile to play on their lips. “It’s intimacy of having a nemesis I suppose. In fact, I have it all on this flashdrive.” The villain produced one out of their pocket unceremoniously. Carrying empty flash drives was part of the territory when you were a tech- oriented villain.

The supervillain snorted. “Convenient that you carry around a flashdrive with your nemesis’s information on it? Do you really expect me to believe that?”

The villain smiled and cupped the drive in their hand. With a flash of light, all the information the villain knew of the hero’s private base was uploaded onto the little thing. “Call it a superpower... information generation and distribution is my superpower actually, though I’m sure you knew that already.”

The villain glanced to the girl, who, they realized with a jolt, was glaring daggers at them. “Surprised I’d rat out your hero so quickly?” The villain quipped sarcastically. “I want the hero gone as much as supervillain over here. I want you for my own reasons.”

The girl’s glare faltered, replaced with fear. The more the villain talked, the more their stomach sank at the disgusting facade they were putting up. But the supervillain had to buy it or else this girl was in grave danger. Hero would forgive the villain for outing their hideout if it was to keep their sidekick safe... the supervillain just needed to agree to the deal, dammit.

“Do we have a deal?” The villain stepped closer, twirling the flashdrive in their hands absentmindedly. Their heart pounded in their ears. “The girl does nothing for you, this drive on the other hand... this would be a significant blow to our resident righteous hero.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

The villain leveled their steely gaze, one that made lesser enemies run. “You have my word. You of all people know the importance of keeping your word.”

An unspoken agreement passed between the villain and the supervillain. Neither hero’s sidekick nor villain’s sidekick dared to breathe.

The villain barely dared to breathe after supervillain muttered, “deal.”

The villain merely turned to strut away, nodding to their sidekick. “Grab her.”

In a flash the drive was in supervillain’s hands and the villain’s sidekick used their magnetism to pull the girl’s chains into their arms.

“Pleasure doing business,” the villain called over their shoulder. Before the supervillain could reply, the villain and the teenage sidekicks teleported away.

By the time they landed back in the villain’s lair, the villain was off running. They only faltered for a moment at the sound of the girl’s voice.

“What are you going to do to me?”

The villain turned to see their their sidekick had already released the girl from her chains. “At the moment, nothing. We’re not going to hurt you. But I just royally screwed your hero over. They have about 5 minutes before supervillain destroys their base.” The villain’s heart beat in their throat. “I need to warn them.”

The villain was off to the communications department, leaving the girl and the villain’s own sidekick in the dust.

Definitely a trope I haven't read before and I'm loving it:)

Hi! Just started reading your stuff! I love a bunch of it! Could you pretty please maybe do something with Villain kidnapping the Hero's sidekick then calling Child Protective Services when they realize how traumatized their hostage is from the Hero's own "training?"

Villain hauled the small, quivering form out of the car trunk, dragging Hero’s sidekick into their headquarters. 

“Quit struggling,” they snarled. Sidekick didn’t stop, but Villain expected it. 

“I’m not going to talk,” Sidekick spat. “You can’t make me. Whatever you do, you can’t make me talk.”

Villain shoved them into a chair, chaining their wrists and ankles. “Oh, I think you will.”

They thrashed, but stilled the moment Villain placed a hand on their shoulder.

 “Anything you do,” Sidekick whispered, “I’ve gone through worse. There’s nothing you can do to me that I’m afraid of.”

That made Villain pause, but they turned to the back table, rummaging through their bottles for a vaccine they could threaten Sidekick with as a “truth serum”. Maybe they’d call it a painful illness, some fatal disease. 

Torturing kids wasn’t their business. They’d settle for some harmless intimidation. A quiet threat. And dumped on Hero’s doorstep later without a scratch on them. 

“Well now,” Villain said, “how often do you get kidnapped? I thought I was the biggest bad in town, but it seems someone else is occupying your time.”

“As if,” Sidekick scoffed, “I don’t get caught by people.”

“Except me.” 

“...Except you.” 

Villain turned, a needle in their hands. They walked over to Sidekick, not missing the way they shuddered and steeled their expression. “If I’m the only one who’s had you,” they murmured, “then what makes you think you’re prepared for me?” 

Sidekick stiffened, eyes going wide. They swallowed hard.

Bingo. 

“I think you’ll find it’s not smart to lie to me,” Villain said. “And you should avoid it in future.”

Sidekick’s head jerked up. “I didn’t lie! I’m prepared! Pain doesn’t scare me! I can break out of a coffin and dig myself out of a grave, I can withstand burning, waterboarding, knives, acid- you don’t scare me.” Their fists were clenched, shaking. “You don’t scare me.”

Now that didn’t make any sense. “Then I’m sure we can get along,” Villain said. “I won’t need to do a thing to you so long as you start talking.”

The teenager in the chair set their jaw, staring ahead resolutely. “I’m prepared for anything.”

That word again… prepared. It didn’t make any sense. 

Villain cut the shoulder off Sidekick’s shirt. They didn’t need anything getting in the way of the injection, if it were to go that far. 

Then they saw the scars. 

Rows and rows of circles, all burned deep into Sidekick’s arm. They were all the same faded shade, occasionally disrupted by another scar criss-crossing them. 

“What…” their stomach turned. “What the hell is this?” 

Sidekick glared at them. “What do you think?” they spat. “You don’t scare me.”

Villain stared at their arm, abandoning the needle to the side. “How many more are there? How- who- this wasn’t me. I don’t do this, I would never do this to a kid.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Who. Was. It.” 

“Why do you care?”

“Tell me. Now.” Villain took hold of their chin. “Or I’ll make you, and I don’t think you’re prepared for a truth serum.”

Sidekick hesitated, and shook their head slightly. “H-Hero wants me to be prepared.”

Oh god. Hero did this. To a child. 

“Okay,” Villain said, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Are you comfortable?” 

“What, are you suddenly concerned with how your prisoner is doing?” Sidekick’s voice caught.. 

“I need to make a few calls. It might be a while, so get comfortable.” Villain check their restraints again, gaze lingering on Sidekick’s arm for a few seconds too long. “You’re not going back to Hero.”

Sidekick sat, thoroughly befuddled by the sudden fiery protectiveness in Villain’s eyes.

reblog this and put in the tags who your comfort character is

A silly dream

"Soooo~" , the villain drawled on for longer than necessary, "what does love mean to you?"

The hero groaned, hands on their head, hiding their face away in their palms. They really didn't want to engage in a conversation that was of no use to the critical mission which they were about to take on. (Yes, they had formed a truce with the villain, for the time being.)

But apparently the villlain was eager to continue the conversion, nudging the hero gently with their elbow a few times to make them look up at them with fake annoyance. The hero didn't want to admit it, but they really wanted to talk to the villain like this more, talk about silly things, like they didn't have to wake up the next morning and undertake a mission which they didn't know if they would come back alive from or not.

They sighed, " I don't really know, haven't thought of it much."

It's a lie, forgive me.

The villain accepted the answer, it wasn't really that weird considering both professions really didn't give them the time to think about things like love (which was just a silly dream, according to the villain.)

But as silly as it may be, the villain wanted to pursue more of it (and for once in their life, they had no regrets) with the hero.

The mission was over shortly, taken care of swiftly by the combined team work of the hero-villain combi.

"See you tomorrow?", the villain asked, eyes sprakling, as if they were two friends making a promise to meet after school.

The hero could only smile and prayed that the villain didn't notice it was fake, "Sure."

The villain turned around and walked away brisky and the hero just stood there, staring at their retreating back until they couldn't see them anymore.

You look so happy and that's why I can't tell you, that for me, love simply means one word-

You.

I tried angst this time/heroes are so bad at asking for help/I can relate though/poor villain doesn't know about the impending heartbreak/I feel bad for them.

It's becoming increasingly hard for me to not reblog everything that you write, I'm in love <3

Prom Night

The hero laid on the roof, watching the stars. They didn’t jump when a voice asked, “Mind if I join you?”

Lazily, one hand motioned towards the otherwise empty rooftop. “Be my guest, Villain.”

It was easy for the world to forget they were teenagers. They hadn’t asked for powers, or responsibility. One was shoved in a costume and pushed towards good, the other tripped into bad luck and fought for bad. The world demanded they grew up, so without much choice, they did.

“Isn’t there a prom happening at like, most high schools tonight?” The villain asked, laying next to the hero.

“Patrolling.” The hero mumbled. “Does your school not have a prom or something?”

The villain smirked. “No, we do. It was just boring.”

The hero turned their head, squinting at the villain. “Liar.”

The villain frowned, looking over to the hero. “I’m not lying!”

With a halfway laugh, the hero sat up. “You raise your voice when you lie.”

The villain sat up to meet the hero’s gaze. “They teach you that in hero training?” They teased. “Or have you just been watching me?”

The hero scoffed, lying back down. “Oh, please. You think you’re the person I want to watch in my limited free time?”

Eyes wide, the villain mimicked the hero again, lying back down. “So you watch someone in your free time?”

“What? No! Don’t twist my words around, nerd.”

This time, the villain did a halfway laugh. “I get better grades than you, I know, but to insult me by using my intelligence? That’s low, hero.”

They remained in silence, listening to the sounds of a city full of night life. Plenty of car horns, occasional streams of music, someone shouting obscenities once or twice.

“Why aren’t you at prom?” The hero asked after rolling on their side to stare at the villain.

It took a minute for the villain to reply. “Why aren’t you actually patrolling?” They didn’t turn to look at the hero.

“Let me wallow in self pity. Besides, I have you to tell me if there are any crimes tonight.”

With a snort, the villain let their eyes wander to the hero. “What, like the grown ones trust me with some itenerary of villainy. Imagine that. ‘At 3:30 tomorrow we’ll be sticking all the kittens in a tree.’”

A genuine laugh from the hero made the villain smile.

“You still didn’t answer my question.” The hero pointed out through subsiding giggles.

One moment, two, three, then four. The villain finally rolled, face to face with the hero.

“Truthfully? I was absolutely certain the person I like would be at a different prom.”

“You said ‘was’.” The hero noted with a cocked eyebrow. “You aren’t certain they’re there now?”

“Now who’s twisting words around?” The villain grinned, a toothy smile.

“Ha, ha, ha. You’re so funny I could die of laughter.”

“Really?” The villain asked in fake shock. “Based on our previous talks, I alway thought pre-cal would be the death of you.”

“This isn’t about me, though.” The hero countered, ignoring the villain’s taunt. “Go to prom. You’ll enjoy it, partner or no partner.”

The villain’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are you really that dumb?”

A hand flew to the hero’s heart, an attempt to look hurt. “I don’t know, you tell me, you make the better grades.”

“You-” the villain started, their heart beating furiously. “This is harder than I thought, I’m supposed to be cool.”

“You can talk to me.” The hero reassure, reaching for the villain’s hand.

On a rooftop a hero and a villain stayed, laying hand in hand.

“I like you.” The villain admitted. “If you can’t go to prom, then we’ll do prom right here.” With more confidence, the villain squeezed the hero’s hand.

At first, there was shock, shock that gradually morphed into a smile.

“That took you forever.” The hero said, still beaming. Gently, they stood, raising the villain with them.

“May I have this dance, hero?”

“Only if I get to lead, villain.”

On a rooftop, two teenagers danced during prom night.

This is just perfect

The Gift of Panic Pt 6

You guys seem to absolutely love this snippet, so enjoy the continuation! Another one is also on it’s way! See masterlist for the first 5 parts *Please note, I decided that because this snippet has gone on so long, I think it’s time the hero/villain need to be actual characters, so the villains name is revealed in this chapter. The hero’s will be next chapter. In my head, they are both boys, so you’ll notice the use of those pronouns from now on, however, feel free to imagine them however you like!!* —————————————————————————————————

The following week was strange. The hero hadn’t seen the villain since he ‘broke out’ of jail. They had been texting, occasionally, but that wasn’t why the week had been strange. 

The week had been strange because the hero hadn’t been called in for a single crime! There were still the occasional small things, but nothing worth calling the hero in for. It was as if all the other villains had up and left the city!

The hero turned the corner down an alley, deep in their thoughts. Were the villains planning something big? Were they working together? Why had there been almost no sightings of any of them!?

Suddenly, without warning, something hard and metallic connected with the back of the hero’s head, and everything went black. 

When he finally came to an hour later, his head was still spinning, a faint ringing in his ears as he tried to blink the world around them into focus. He went to try and move, but found he couldn’t. Finally, his eyes seemed to focus enough to see the rope that was tying him to their chair. 

“Rissseeee and shiiinneeee!!!” A voice chirped behind them, too loudly. The hero winced. 

He recognized the voice, though. It was Fallout, one of the higher-up villains in town. 

“Well, look who finally decided to join us back in the land of the living!" 

"What do you want, Fallout?” the hero asked, though his voice came out slightly strained. 

“Oh, don’t worry, darling, for once, I’m not actually all that interested in you! You’re just the bait today!" 

"Bait for who?” the hero asked in confusion. This was new; he’d never been bait before. Who would come for them?

“Bait to lure your new boyfriend, obviously,” the villain replied as they finally walked into the hero’s view. He sat down onto an office chair, pushing off the ground and rolling directly in front of the hero, a manic grin on his face. 

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” the hero replied, narrowing his eyes. 

“I’m going to assume he’s talking about me,” came a new voice. Both the hero and Fallout’s head snapped to look at the newcomer. 

“Yes, he would be the one! The one you somehow managed to befriend while they were in prison,” Fallout drawled as he stood up, “Welcome welcome Silver," 

Silver, right. That was the villain’s new name on the street recently.

The villain sighed. The hero noticed his eyes dart over to him, looking him up and down, scanning for injuries, before looking back to the other villain in the room, "I don’t know if you’re brave or stupid," 

"I’m irritated is what I am!” Fallout snapped angrily,

“Everyone slow down,” the hero interrupted, “someone mind filling me in on what the hell is going on here?" 

"ever since your boyfriend got out of jail, most villains have been too scared to try anything ever since we found out this one’s got a soft spot for you!" 

The hero’s eyes widened, glancing between the two villains in front of them. 

"So… you kidnapped them? That seems smart,” he commented, lazily adjusting the cuffs of his suit.

“I did so to prove a point,” Fallout drawled, “I wanted to prove that they made you weak. You don’t need a soft spot for this pathetic piece of meat; he will only slow you down," 

The villain simply raised an eyebrow. 

"I mean, think about it, you wasted your time, coming here, to save him, when you could have been doing other things! Imagine the things you could be doing! Instead, you’re here, all because of him," 

The villain yawned, rolling their eyes, "Oh yes, the things I could be doing. You interrupted my bubble bath I’ll have you know, quite an important thing, that," 

The hero couldn’t help himself. He snorted. He really shouldn’t have, but when he saw the smile that crept onto Silver’s face, he decided it was worth it. 

"Also, I would like to say, I made no such declaration for other villains not to touch him,” Silver continued, gesturing to the hero who was still tied to their chair, “I’m plenty certain he’s more than capable of handling themselves," 

"If you really believed that, then why would you come to rescue him?" 

"I’m here because you called me,” the villain deadpanned, “He isn’t my significant other, but you implied he was. It’s the principle of trying to take something you assumed was mine, regardless of your correctness," 

Suddenly the villain pulled something out of his pocket and whipped it. Fallout didn’t have time to react before the dagged pierced their thigh. 

"And as I said earlier, I don’t know if you’re brave or stupid. Though, I’m fairly certain with my conclusion that you are neither. Your simply insane," 

"Don’t kill him!” they hero called urgently, “there’s no need to kill him, just get me out of here," 

The villain sighed, "Very well. That’s much less entertaining, though," 

He walked over, cutting the hero free in one, swift motion. 

"Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t anticipate you wouldn’t want them killed. Thus my decision to aim for their leg. Should make arresting them much simpler, given they can’t run away. Merry Christmas?” He added with a sly, yet chillingly charming smirk. 

The hero’s eyes widened, looking at the other in shock. 

“Uhm, yeah, right,” He shook his head as he pulled the handcuffs out of his pocket and made his way over to Fallout, who was crippled on the ground. 

“This was so much easier when heroes and villains weren’t on the same side!” He growled from his position on the floor, trying to scoot away from the advancing hero. 

“Ah, how times change,” The villain drawled. He raised his hand, and the dagger that was embedded in the other’s leg shot out. Fallout let out a screech of pain, blood splattering over them. The villain caught the dagger effortlessly, spinning it through his fingers. 

The hero yelped in surprise, “Remember how I said don't kill him?!" 

"I didn’t hit an artery; he’ll be fine,” the villain replied, rolling his eyes.

Lucky the villain was right, and the hero was able to stop the bleeding and arrest them without too much issue. 

“Well,” the villain mused once it was all said and done, “I got you kidnapped today; I think the least I can do is offer you a cup of tea?” He smirked.  

Prompt #2

Scenario: The Hero and Villain have been dating for a few months but suddenly the Villain starts being more distant, and it drives the Hero crazy with worry and self-doubt.

The Hero pulls out their phone and opens the Villain's chat-

H: Hey

H: Are you even alive?

H: It's been a week since I last heard from you

H: Are you mad at me? Was it something I did?

H: Please tell me

H: One minute you want to talk and the next minute you don't

H: What is it that you want from me?

H: Talk to me because I just don't understand.

Please.

texting prompts and dialogue prompts because I want to work on my dialogue skills-which are really bad T-T / as usual please tag me when you use it so that I can read your posts!

Okay, this hurts but I'm interested

prompt #65

“Stop,” Hero cried, “please stop,”

“You want, so desperately, to belong,” Villain continued, relishing in the way Hero’s expression fell.  “Your whole life, you were a recluse.  Now that you’re a hero, you think it’s different.  But, you’re still alone.  People only admire you for your hero persona,” Hero felt hot tears streaming down their face.

“No one really cares about you,”

I can relate to "me"

Every writing advice ever: If you’re having trouble with a scene, skip it and write a different part of the story.

Me: If I don’t write in chronological order, I will die

Needy (Part 2)

When the Hero regained consciousness, they were very surprised for a couple of reasons. One- they weren't supposed to open their eyes again, they were supposed to be dead, and the cause of death would be 'choked by the Villain's sturdy hands'; two- their treacherous heart just wouldn't shut up, way too excited at the possibility that maybe, just maybe, this villain wasn't really as bad as they portrayed themselves to be (and would somehow magically turn into one of the villain personalities whom the Hero swooned over almost everyday on their smartphone) and three- they were currently tied up in some abandoned warehouse and the rough ropes were hurting their wrist.

It seemed like they had made enough noise waking up, because a shadow was walking towards them from the corner of the building. The Hero gulped- this is bad, I really can't protect myself right now because my hands are literally tied. The Hero's anxiety was at alarmingly high levels as they tried to internally calm themselves down (which didn't work). The shadow went over and flicked on the light switch, momentarily blinding the Hero.

Like a puppet cut off from its strings, the Hero slumped down in utter relief, voice a breathy sigh as they spoke, "It's only you huh, thank goodness, I was afraid it might be someone else who wanted to hurt me." They saw the Villain looking at them like they were a creature from another planet, standing comfortably by the wall.

The Villain sure as hell had good reason for their facial expressions and actions, their mind currently running a marathon- why did the Hero look so relieved after seeing that it was me, when they were clearly terrified just a moment ago? I mean, I'm the Villain... how can they be so sure that I wouldn't harm them? Their mind immediately pulled up the mental image of how all the tension in the Hero's shoulder just left once they knew that it was them standing in the corner, and how relieved their voice sounded. It was seriously very disturbing and the Villain couldn't understand why.

The Villain walked closer to the Hero who was currently struggling to get out of those ropes, "How did you know that I wouldn't hurt you? ", the Villain questioned, voice dark, " don't give me this bullshit of 'I trusted you' -

"But I did, and I do." The Hero had stopped wiggling in their chair and focused all of their attention on the Villain who looked like he was kicked in the gut. "Huh?", was all the distressed villain could manage, eyes fixed on the enigmatic Hero. The Hero simply chuckled- a soft sound that did weird things to the Villain's chest, " I mean no offense Villain, but you could have seriously killed me, with your fingers around my neck and all-"

The Hero didn't even see the Villain move, and before they knew it, their mouth was clamped shut by the Villain's hand, amber eyes looking into theirs desperately, "Just don't talk." , the villain said curtly- because it's driving me mad, you're driving me mad.

"O-okay?" The Hero said unsure of themselves, focusing their attention back into getting themselves out of those ropes. The Villain was just going to go and mull in the corner, and have an inner monologue with themselves before a loud groan- which soon turned into a pained whine, came from the direction of the Hero. They Villain whisked their head back so quickly, and surprised themselves because of how much they cared. They sprang over to where they tied the Hero, eyes meticulously going over the binds- I know I didn't tie it that tightly...

"What's wrong?" , the Villain asked, letting just a little emotion seep into their voice. The Hero looked up at them and it was only then that the Villain noticed how tired they were- those eyes that had always shined like a starry sky were now a dull blue, dark circles lining those eyes like they were a permanent inhabitant of their handsome/beautiful face. Though according to the Villain, they had no place there.

"Is there something on my face?" ,the Hero asked, twisting and turning a little. Bad move, they thought, as a loud gasp tore out of their throat and they doubled over in pain. The Villain was there in a jiffy, holding them up gently. They even let them lean on their body for support and the Hero couldn't help but smile despite the pain.

"What's wrong?!" The Villain asked once again, eyes searching every visible nook and corner of the Hero's body for any sign of injuries.

"I-It hurts.", they gasped, leaning in closer to the Villain.

The Villain got rid of the restraints themselves, carried the Hero bridal style and placed them on the floor to get a better look at them, all the while the Villain's mind was at crossroads- why am I doing this? vs I don't want to see them hurt playing on a loop inside their head. With every jostle the Hero flinched and the Villain's chest clenched with guilt?- something that they hadn't allowed themselves to feel in ages.

"Where does it hurt?" The Villain's voice came out gentle, and they surprised themselves once again.

They looked down to see the Hero grinning at them, eyss once again becoming a starry sky. Despite going through every possibility in their head as to how the Hero would react when they woke up again, grinning and soft eyes was definitely not on the Villain's list of possibilities- It made them weak.

"Here and here." The Hero pointed with their index finger to the general area around their ribs and below. No external injury could be seen, which meant that it was damaged internally- that's bad. The Villain went through the first aid procedures in their head.

The Hero smiled at them, "You don't have to look so worried Villain, I'll be fine. You've done enough, so I'll just go and get myself admitted at a hospital. " The Hero attempted to stand up, only to curl in on themselves again.

The Villain was angry, because it seemed like this stupid Hero was only desperate to hurt themselves more. And it made them even more furious to admit that they let something like "the Hero's wellbeing" get to them.

"Just sit here and don't move, I'm going to get the first aid supplies." The Villain made sure to glare extra hard at the greenie Hero so that they wouldn't get any other foolish ideas. They watched the Hero nod happily, as they made their way over to the other side of the room, looking for said supplies.

"So this is really where you live huh- and they went into a furious coughing fit. The Villain rushed back, cursing the Hero in their mind for not even giving them a few moments of peace, hand rubbing soothing circles onto their back. In the back of their mind though, the Villain was relieved at the fact that the Hero at least had a brain in there. They watched as the Hero gasped and spluttered, struggling to breathe. They definitely broke a few ribs during the fight, the Villain's mind fed worryingly from the Hero's reaction. Their hands instantly started working on the first aid measures, patching the Hero up the best they could.

"Don't talk, don't move, stay still." The Villain's voice may have sounded deep and cold but the Hero could feel the warmth in each of those words. They were slowly starting to feel tired, eyelids closing involuntarily once again.

The Villain stared at their nemesis, a look of fear stretching across their face, "Oi, don't close your eyes! Hero! Listen to me!"

-

The Hero woke up once again, this time to beeping sounds and bleary white walls. A hospital. They only turned their head, suddenly aware of the pain below their chest and their eyes landed on a slumped figure, on a chair by their bedside. Villain... had they admitted them to the hospital? How did I even get here? Don't tell me that they carried me all the way here?!

The Hero's face heated up at the thought, and they wiggled their hands in front of their face, swatting the thought away as if it were a fly. They sighed, feeling much better than they remembered feeling before they blacked out. Their eyes shifted to their phone which gave a soft glow in the dark.

One new message.

Villain: Your phone really doesn't have any useful information at all, you greenie Hero.

The Hero chuckled at the apparent annoyance that the Villain might have felt upon the discovery. It was the truth, they really weren't allowed to know as much as their higher ups did.

Villain: Open your notes.

The Hero became alarmed, their fingers flying to the notes app. The notes was like their personal diary and they never let anyone read through them. They were pissed, eyes glaring at the sleeping villain as they opened the most recently edited note-

The story I read today was so good, I hope I get to meet a villain like that in my life!

Well you met one today, what did you think? Tell me after you wake up- Villain.

And the story was nothing special, I read it. I'm sure we could do so much better than that- Villain.

If the Hero's cheeks weren't flaming then, they sure were now. They weren't even mad anymore, just giddy, smiling like an idiot at the sleeping Villain.

"You were amazing, Villain."

The Hero opened up the Villain's chat-

H: How am I supposed to tell you if you're still asleep dummy. Wake up!!!

H: And next time, don't just snoop around my phone while I'm asleep. Just ask me and I'll give it to you.

okay this ended up being way more cheesy than it was in my head lol/ villain gets influenced by hopeless romantic hero/ it's the beginning of their own fanfic inspired heroxvillain relationship/hero is extremely satisfied-hope you all liked it.

This whole thing cracked me up in the best way

okay first, I'm OBSESSED with your snippets. seriously, I read like most of them in the last three days. you're like, really talented.

second, here me out on this: villain finds out hero's address and decides to pay them a visit to threaten/intimidate/attack them, but they're dressed in their civilian clothes to avoid raising any suspicions. when they get there, they find out that it's hero's birthday and their home's crowded with their friends throwing them a surprise party. the friends assume villain is another friend of hero's, chaos ensues.

ur mind... wow

Villain hated parties. 

They hated large groups of people in general, actually, and especially large groups of people all eating fooding and talking very loudly to each other. 

In other words, this surprise party was basically their own brand of deluxe torture. 

Villain was here to threaten Hero, maybe get some information, maybe kidnap them, who knows. It would be a little harder to do that when Hero had twenty pairs of eyes on them at all times, and Villain was not prepared to take the whole house hostage.

They’d knocked on the door, expecting Hero to answer, not some random person who they’d never seen in their life. She definitely wasn’t Hero, that was for sure, but she could have been their older sister. 

“I thought everyone was here!” she said, but waved Villain in anyway. “Quickly, Hero will be here in a minute.”

Would that they had died before stepping in the door.

Now, ten minutes into a party they needed to escape, and Hero was walking up to them, drink in hand.

“Hi, I’m Hero,” they said, holding out their hand. “I don’t think we’ve met- who did you come with?” 

Oh shit. Villain should have been paying attention to names- but they didn’t exchange any, did they? They didn’t know any of the flannel-covered people… “I’m... Ethan’s... friend,” Villain said uncertainly, hoping to hell that there was an Ethan in the room. That Hero even knew an Ethan. “I’m Villain.”

Hero frowned, glancing around the room. Their expression settled after a moment, and they looked back at Villain with a smile. “It’s great to meet you!”

They moved away, and Villain breathed a sigh of relief. 

Once everyone was busy with their games, Villain decided to sneak upstairs. Maybe they could learn more about Hero. 

The third door they tried looked like Hero’s room- shamefully messy, with sickly green walls that probably hadn’t been painted in years. 

A hand clamped down on their shoulder, spinning them around and slamming them into the wall with a bang. Hero had a hand on Villain’s mouth, the other keeping them pinned to the wall with unnatural strength. 

The sounds from downstairs didn’t stop. 

“Who are you?” Hero demanded, voice low and angry. “Because you’re sure as hell not any friend of Ethan’s.”

So they did know an Ethan. 

Villain glanced down at the hand on their mouth pointedly, and Hero removed it. 

“So you do know an Ethan,” they said. “And you might want to be careful with that super strength or else I’ll figure out exactly who you are and go blabbing to everyone about it.”

Hero’s eyes went wide. “Villain,” they said. “How- how did you find me? Why are you here?” 

Villain rolled their eyes. “I didn’t mean to come on your birthday. Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Hero said without thinking. Then they frowned. “I’m going to turn you in.”

“You can’t. You try to drag me out of this house, and everyone downstairs will know exactly who you are.” Villain grinned. “You think I’m the only bad guy out there?”

Hero scowled, looking away from Villain. “You’re the one pinned to the wall,” Hero said, “I have the-” they caught themself, and Villain could see the grin forming. “The high ground, as it were.”

“Oh my god.” 

“Shut up. I have the upper hand! You should be scared.”

Villain scoffed. “Scared of you? Yeah, no. I have dignity. And,” they added, “I have your name. Which one of us is really in the worse?” 

Hero swallowed. Hard. They stepped back, releasing Villain, jaw clenching and unclenching. “What do you want? Why did you come here?”

They opened their mouth to respond- and stopped. They had come here to threaten Hero. 

“I want you to stop being a vigilante,” Villain said. “Or else I’ll tell everyone.”

“Absolutely not,” Hero said. “No. You can’t stop me.”

“I just told you that I’m threatening you! I’ll tell everyone about you!”

Someone called Hero’s name from downstairs, and they shouted, “Just a minute, start without me!”

They turned back to Villain. “Look. This is a really bad time, is there any way we could postpone this until tonight?”

Villain sighed. As much as they wanted to do what they came to do- threaten Hero, whatever the hell that meant- they also had the information they needed. “Usual place?” they said. “If you don’t show up, I’ll come here.”

Hero glared. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Or your school. During class. I’ll dress up as your mom.”

“So this is what it feels like to want to murder someone.”

“Go back to the party, I think they’re about to sing happy birthday,” Villain said. 

Hero groaned. “Kill me now.”

“Maybe later,” Villain replied, and pushed Hero towards the door lightly. “Have fun!” they said in a sing-song voice, and climbed out of Hero’s window.

That could have gone a lot better.

It also could have gone a lot worse.