Thank You, You Amazing People @amethystpath-writes @nightfrostshadow @sunflower1000 For The Tag

Soft soft soft-

hi! I love your work! I'm not sure if this is where I can request stuff, but would you be willing to write a scene of a teen villain (who had always thought the hero was well cared for and worshipped at home) finding out the teen hero is being abused? and something inside them just snaps and they confront hero about it, wanting to help them? if not that's okay haha. hope you're having a good day!

The fight between Hero and Villain started off just as any old fight.

Villain smiled triumphantly as their fist connected with Hero’s jaw, sending them sprawling into the brick wall behind them. 

“C’mon now,” Villain said, thrusting a hand out and catching Hero’s throat, pinning them down as they squeezed. “Surely the wonderfully cared for and worshipped Hero can’t be losing to me after a ten minute battle. Are mommy and daddy spoiling you with luxurious food and making you sluggish?”

Hero glared at them, clawing weakly at their hold. “Shut up,” they choked out.

Villain snorted, dangling them for a moment more before dropping them and kicking them hard in the stomach. “Are you getting all the love you ever wanted? Is everyone in the household happy that you’re saving the world over and over and over again?” They slammed their boot into their side. “You’ve gotten cocky, Hero.”

They waited for Hero to get up, to spit nasty retorts in their face, to pounce on them and prove them wrong.

But Hero didn’t even look up.

“What, feeling a little blue?” Villain sneered. “You—,”

“Stop.” Hero’s voice was quiet, low.

Villain barked a laugh. “Stop? If you want me to stop, you have to actually beat me, Hero.”

Hero winced. Actually winced. “Please,” they rasped. “Please stop. Please.”

Villain blinked, reached down to grab the back of Hero’s shirt and yank them up, noticed how when their fingers brushed their skin they flinched back with a sharp inhale.

“What happened to you?” Villain snarked, pulling their hand back. “This better not be a fucking trap or something.”

Hero shifted uncomfortably, and Villain saw the tips of thick, red lines poking out from the top of their shirt.

What the hell?

“Take off your shirt.”

“W-what?”

“Take it off.”

Hero hesitated, then pulled the tattered fabric over their head to reveal angry whip marks etched across their back, some of them reopened no doubt from their fight. Their ribs were clearly visible through their skin, and Villain now noticed just how pale they were.

“Who did it?”

“Like you care.”

When Villain didn’t say anything, Hero sighed, clenching their fists. “...My dad. But I’m fine,” they added.

Villain couldn’t hide their surprise. “No, no you’re not. You look like shit.” Hero opened their mouth to retort, but Villain cut them off. “You’re coming with me.”

“Hell no. You don’t give a fuck about me,” Hero spat harshly. “All you ever talk about is the fact that I have the most perfect life ever and—,”

Villain grabbed their arm and yanked them up with a little too much force, eliciting a yelp of pain.

“I don’t know what you want to hear from me, but I’m still taking you with me, whether you like it or not. I’m not letting you go back to your house.”

“Y-you can’t just do that!” Hero struggled, but eventually tapered off as the injuries on their back got the best of them.

“I can. And I will.” Villain hoisted them into a bridal carry, careful not the rouse their whip wounds. “Just rest. You can be all angry and shit later.”

Hero glowered at them for as long as they were awake, which wasn’t more than five minutes, but Villain still found it amusing.

“I’m sorry,” Villain whispered in Hero’s ear before they finally drifted off.

List 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people who liked/reblogged something from you. Get to know your followers and mutuals!

Thank you for asking me this (and sorry for the late reply!)

- Thai shows have been keeping me happy and I'm in love with them. Always have been.

- Japanese shows / animes are a permanent favourite too!

- I really love it when I find new songs / musicians to fall in love with :)

- Writing and the whole process of it <333

- Getting inspired by something enough to write about it

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!

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🎄DECO MY TREE🎄

Decorate Friend's Tree for Christmas🎅

thank you so much for the tag! @distant-screaming <3 I've been procrastinating on this but I finally managed to make one :) it's a cute idea!

how it works: you can leave messages on the tree for your friend/s and you can make your own tree too - the messages will be opened on Christmas day! (just click the link to get started!)

tagging: @gayacademicwriter @childofthenight2035 @rafedane @nightfrostshadow @creweemmaeec11 @larinzz and anyone else who'd like to give it a try :)

Thanks so much for the tag @nightfrostshadow :)

RULES: we’re snooping in your playlist !! put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.

1. Pheonix- Burnout Syndrome

2. Stage kara kimi ni sasagu- Centimillimental

3. Hollywood- Lewis Capaldi

4. Ai ni dekiru koto wa mada aru kai- RADWIMPS

5. Polaris- Blue Encount

6. Kizuato - Centimillimental

7. A peaceful sadness (soundtrack)

8. Ebb and flow - Ray

9. Come back to love - Sture Zetterberg

10. Tsuiraku- Centimillimental

So this is it^^ and its funny because I don't remember listening to the English ones much, rest of it is Japanese as expected haha😂

Tagging: @kaiwewi @villain-enthusiast-personal @larinzz

RULES: we’re snooping in your playlist !! put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.

tagged by @diogxnes. i’m gonna use my spotify “on repeat” playlist for this.

1. Pieces and Pieces - The Rough and Tumble

2. 12-26 - Kimya Dawson

3. Up the Wolves - The Mountain Goats

4. No Children - The Mountain Goats

5. I Like Giants - Kimya Dawson

6. Loose Lips - Kimya Dawson

7. I Miss You - Kimya Dawson

8. Dance Music - The Mountain Goats

9. Caving In - Kimya Dawson

10. Brother - Kodaline

y’all it’s fucking wild that there’s no showtunes on here. i listened to lea salonga’s performance of why god why at LEAST 17 times yesterday. also the way that 80% of these are tmg and Kimya Dawson… what the fuck is happening to me. i’m not mad about it but holy shit.

tagging: i don’t know ten people but i know for a fact i’m about to put @sunshineuponashelf on blast. i’ll also tag @amethyst-writer @raccooninthedaytime @aceemilythorne

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.

history.

A tale that remains unchanged, no matter how many times it is retold.

Their hands are soft- I got to feel them when they grabbed my hand and pulled me into an alleyway, shielding me from oncoming bullets. Having not expected that at all, it took a few moments for me to come out of that headspace, as I stood there- dazed, staring at their back as their hand that held mine a moment ago, let go to grab their gun from their belt and point the weapon at our pursuers. My brain understood why they had to let go, but my heart refused to understand and kept yearning for that touch again and again- like a stubborn child who wanted to eat more ice cream and wouldn't listen to reason. The minutes passed by as I fought to keep my brain and heart at bay while trying to stay connected to reality because we still weren't safe. Move, I reminded my legs and held onto their silhouette with my eyes. Being a human was hard.

By the time we managed to outrun our pursuers, I was gasping, sweaty palm clutching my shirt- right above my heart, as if I'm pushing it to stay inside and not fall out of my mouth. Eyes on the ground and frantic heartbeats in my ear, I failed to register anything else. I felt a light touch to the top of my head and managed to look up from my bent-over-the-knees posture, just in time to see their hand falling from its spot on my hair a few seconds ago. My heart fluttered. And then our eyes met, their worried gaze trained on my face. I swallowed, but my throat still felt dry. I didn't like it when people worried about me, it made me feel guilty. So, I smiled like I always do when I wanted to hide something- when I wasn't ready to tell them why I might have looked like a flustered mess then. They gave up after a few seconds and began to scout our surroundings. I heaved a sigh, relieved, and tried to do a lot of silly things. I tried to tell myself that I was okay, when I was not (how could I be?). Even though that touch lasted for mere seconds, I could still feel the embers of the fire that it had sparked in my chest and now it threatened to burn me inside out. So no, I was not okay. Definitely not.

A bit more of walking and we were finally home!! It's not much- a small, rundown apartment at the edge of town but it was something. The metal stairs gave a *creak* as they stepped on it to climb up, and I was about to follow when a black cat came out of nowhere and climbed up before me. I landed on the ground with an embarrassing *shriek*, my backside aching. Sounds of their laughter echoed in my ears. I looked up at them, a not-so-serious frown playing on my lips because I just couldn't be mad at them when they laughed like that- like a carefree child who had nothing to worry about in life. I sighed and gave in to their smile but then the black cat stared at me, as if to challenge me and rubbed its fur against their leg. Their attention was completely on the cat now (unfortunate for me), as they gently stroked its fur, surprised and pleased when it purred against their blue jeans. Come on, you can't be jealous of a cat, you can't be jealous of a damn cat! You just can't-

But now, finally, they're sitting right in front of me, within the confines of our single bed, legs crossed messily, and all my mind can think of is that they're so close, so close, that if I reach out my hand, I can touch them. They lean towards me to reach for the blanket, their fingers brushing against mine and that fire which I felt earlier in the day was back now, and it was angry- ready to burn me whole.

They're staring outside our bedside window, looking at the city lights far away, oblivious of the plight I'm in, while I can't bring myself to look at anything else but their eyes. They must have noticed of course- as inquisitive as they are, so they turn over to look at me and all my breaths and words just die in my throat as I realise all over again, just how much I adore those blue eyes. They remind me of a sky, where the birds soar free; of freedom.

"What is it?" They ask in a teasing tone, smiling softly but I can't answer. I can't do anything. I can only look at them. Their brows furrow slightly in concern, and they move closer, those lovely soft hands brushing against mine again. But they don't stop with that alone this time. Their fingers become curious as they start exploring my hand, dragging their index over my palm, down to my fingers, feeling them over, digit by digit and I can feel myself going crazy.

Before I know it, my hand is entirely in theirs and they're so close that I can feel their warm breath fanning over my neck. My mind goes empty but my body is set ablaze, and I think that maybe, I've stopped breathing entirely, if only for that moment. Noticing my lack of response, their hands become braver, their right one tangled with mine while their left one rises up to cup my cheek with the gentlest of touches that makes me feel so giddy.

I hear them call my name, but it feels like it's coming from the bottom of a well; so far away. Panicked, my hand reaches out towards that voice, only to be caught by theirs. I stop as I'm held in place by blue eyes; I can't escape. They're searching my face, my entire being for an answer, their soft touches coaxing me to relax and give in. I finally come out of my head, and it feels as if I'm being born again as I learn how to breathe, how to move and how to speak within the safe haven of their touch. And I don't want it any other way.

"You're beautiful", I breathe, leaning into their palm. Their lips part to let out a small laugh and my ears rejoice. "How can you say that with a straight face?!" they say fondly, as if it's something they wouldn't mind listening to everyday, my mind beginning to dream about that very scenario. Meanwhile, their lips inch closer and I don't notice until they're suddenly too close and touching mine.

And the rest is history.

Hello all of you lovely people!! Yes, I know it's been a while since I posted- been trying to find some inspiration and fight off procrastination. So here is this long piece to make up for that (hopefully xD) - I tried first person narrative this time and I don't really do this style a lot, so I hope this is satisfactory for you all to read and enjoy ^^ (also this can be read from either hero/villain/ or literally any of your fav character's pov- you decide <3)

Dancing, nicknames, and us

"Hey, shall I call you starlight now and then?"

Hero asks casually like they're asking their lover what's for dinner, not even batting an eyelash at the cheesiness.

But their lover seems to do enough of that for them, and hero watches as villain’s nose scrunches up adorably at that statement, the moonlight from the tiny window overlooking the busy streets illuminating their face just right.

"Um, I don't know, but that sounds way too cheesy." Villain says politely, not wanting to sound rude or anything.

Hero laughs like they've heard the funniest joke, eyes shut and head bobbing slightly, so they miss the way villain’s entire face lights up at the sound of their laughter, maybe even brighter than the moon for that one moment.

"Hmm yeah, you're right. Part of me thought that as well. " Hero says easily, snaking their arm around villain’s neck to bring them closer. They're dancing to some old record that's always there in villain’s apartment, a familiar tune. Villain doesn't even bother to resist, moving their hand from where it rested on hero’s shoulder around their hip, to pull them closer.

Hero chuckles at that and the words fall out from villain’s lips before they can stop them-

"Do that again."

Hero quirks their head shyly, as if thinking.

"Do what?"

"Laugh."

And hero does just that, not because they're trained to laugh on command or anything, they're no actor- it's just who they are. Hero always had a habit of laughing at almost anything, even if it's not even that funny and it's one of the things villain loves about their lover so much- their laughter.

Hero gasps a little, all that laughing making them tremble in villain's arms. The tempo of their dance is all off but the couple doesn't care one bit as they hold each other in the comfort of the darkness, a pair of matching smiles on their faces- hero’s is bright and shy, and villain’s is raw but sweet all the same, just like their personalities; they're opposites one second and the same person the next. There's no middle ground.

Hero looks up at villain’s face after their little laughing spree with so much love in their eyes, their face and their whole body, the way hero’s fingers gently brush villain’s cheek and they move just a little bit more closer, as if even the tiniest molecule of space somehow doesn't sit well with them and villain swoons with this bubbly and warm feeling in their chest-

"I love you."

They don't know who said it, and that really doesn't matter. All that matters is that they both said it.

Villain wants to run and hide away but they have nowhere to go, their heart pinning them in place. Defeated, they bend down and rest their forehead on hero’s shoulders and they can immediately feel a hand, hero’s hand, caressing their head. Villain just smiles into hero’s sweater.

"Just what are you doing to me?" Villain whines.

"Hmm?" Hero hums, trying to move in circles with villain leaning on them.

"I never knew I could be this cheesy." , Villain lazily mumbles and hero chuckles again.

Villain feels their cheeks heating up at the sound and they can't decide whether to be embarrassed or just drown in it.

"Well if it makes you feel better," Hero begins, "my heart goes crazy when you do cute things too."

Villain peeks up their head a little to catch a glimpse of hero’s face, the soft smile on their lips makes them weak. Hero was just too powerful.

"Let's just... dance." Villain manages with a shuddering breath, afraid that they'll melt into some cheesy goo if they keep this talk up any longer.

"Anything you want baby." Hero says in that cute voice like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Villain groans, smiling and looks like the happiest person on the planet.

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.

Prompt

"N-no, Villain, please don't." Hero begged even as their voice cracked, eyes desperate.

Villain just stared at them with empty eyes, and their face showed no form of recognition that they had even understood what Hero had said.

"Why do you care?" Villain asked sharply. "I'm a Villain, you have no obligation to care for me Hero."

Hero wanted to reply but they were too lost in the image of Villain that popped up in their head- the Villain who had bright eyes and a sarcastic laugh, who made jokes just to cheer Hero up. That Villain didn't exist anymore.

Villain turned away from Hero, not waiting for an answer. Hero was pulled back to reality when Villain finally took their plunge off the ledge.

"NO-

I'm not numbering the prompts because I just lose track of the numbers/ please feel free to use this and tag or credit me^^