Me As A Writer: Oh No I Can’t Write That, Somebody Else Already Has

I've always wanted to try and make a yandere character and this is what I came up with. Thank you so much for the tag @villain-enthusiast-personal , sorry for taking so long to do this^^

Tagging @kaiwewi @sunflower1000 @larinzz @amethysts-sideblog and anybody else who wants to join (sorry, it's nighttime and I just spent all my energy on this lol)

Picrew chain I guess

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I’ll tag @pun-pkindude @heylookitsacat @ethanya and @ anyone who wants to idk who else to 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.

Thanks so much for tagging me @nightfrostshadow this was super fun!! These are two of my characters from Secrets- Adrian (the blond) and Ash (the raven)

Tagging @larinzz @kaiwewi @amethysts-sideblog @emerqldspersonal

New Picrew!

Here is the link!

I decided to do a picrew for two of my OCs (can any of you guess who it is?) and I figured I would share! So without further ado, here are my tags to get the ball rolling!

Tags: @nightfrostshadow @creweemmaeec11 @sunflower1000 (happy bday!!!) @literally-just-kirby-sideblog​ @revrevrew-personal​ @nuttynutcycle​ @villain-enthusiast​ and anyone who would like to join, or has the characters to use this picrew with :)

This was soooo good 🥺

The alarm system blared, the pitch-black darkness of the base interrupted by flashes of red as the villain ran down another corridor with the hero in tow.

The villain followed their mental map of the facility, which they had carefully memorized in preparation for this rescue mission, so that they quickly turned each corner without so much as a second thought.

Which meant they were all the more surprised when they encountered a dead-end.

The villain stopped dead in their tracks.

Then, the hero crashed into them, still dazed from captivity, and gasped upon noticing the wall blocking their exit route. They frantically pulled against the villain’s grip on their arm, trying to scramble backward, but the villain knew they didn’t have enough time to retrace their path. Their pursuers were gaining on them, sounding closer by the second.

The villain pulled them towards a door of what looked like a supply closet, rattling the handle and throwing it open, before hastily shoving the hero inside. The hero hit the back wall with a groan, but, to the villain’s relief, the sound was drowned out by the rhythmic screech of the alarm.

The villain rushed into the small space immediately after, not even sparing a glance at the hero before turning to shut the door behind them. Then they placed their ear to the door, listening for their pursuers, praying that they won’t think to check the hallway with a dead-end.

However, they weren’t able to focus on the sounds outside because of the increasingly distracting noises being made by the hero.

“Goddammit, hero,” the villain hissed. “Be quiet. Are you trying to get us caught?!”

“N-no! I..I c-can’t breathe!”

The villain whirled, squinting as their eyes adjusted to see the hero’s shadowed form shake in fear, hand clamped against their mouth as they choked back sobs.

The villain blinked. “Oh god, you’re panicking.”

The hero shook their head, stumbling back and pressing themselves flat against the wall, as far away from the villain as they could - which due to the cramped closet space wasn’t very far. “You- you... I can’t-“

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’m trying to rescue you!” The villain groaned. “Now isn’t the time for this!”

“Shut... shut up!”

The villain sighed.

The hero was shaking like mad, their breathing coming up shorter and shorter, tears welled up in their eyes - they looked seconds away from a complete breakdown.

The villain swallowed, taking a small step forward. “Hero, you have to pull yourself together, or you’re going to get us both captured.”

“I’m trying!”

The villain stared and shook their head in exasperation. They placed their hands on the hero’s shoulders, pulling them away from the wall, and resisted the urge to shake them.

The hero flinched back in their grasp, gasping. “W-what are you—“

“I’m going to hold you now, okay?”

Startled, the hero dropped the hand covering their mouth. They pulled their tear-filled gaze up to peer the vllain in the eye. After a moment, they closed their eyes and managed a slight nod.

The villain carefully pulled the hero against their chest, feeling their breath catch as they wrapped their arms around them; one hand on their back and the other cupping their neck. They held tight as they lowered them both down, settling so that they were kneeling, tangled together on the floor.

The hero clutched to them as they started sobbing again, but for a completely different reason.

The villain stiffened, then cleared their throat uncomfortably. “Uh, okay- just- just listen to my voice. Okay?” they said, rubbing circles in their back in a way they hoped was soothing. “Um- take some deep breaths.”

They sat there for a few minutes, pressed together, the villain whispering soft reassurances as they ran their fingers through the hero’s hair; promising them that it’s over, that they’ll make it out, that everything will be alright.

The hero sniffled, their racking sobs dying down as they were slowly lulled into a sense of comfort by the villain. They rode out what the villain hoped was the final wave of tears, and the villain couldn’t help but find themselves comfortable as well, before they remembered the imminent danger nearby.

The villain’s head snapped up.

Footsteps began approaching the hallway outside. The hero was still upset, the noise drawing too much attention. They didn’t have enough time—

The hero relaxed, exhaling a long, shaky breath, their body still quivering slightly as they slumped, exhausted, against the villain.

Completely quiet, but for a few small sniffles.

The villain still held their breath, their hold tightening around the hero, their head pressed firm to their chest, with the villain’s fingers clumped in their hair.

The footsteps paused, standing outside the corridor for what felt like hours, before finally moving on.

The villain exhaled in relief, but didn’t relinquish their grip.

They were safe, for the moment.

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

This is just <3 <3 <3

Panic (pt. 5)

tw: mentions of self harm, implied torture

(not a prompt but feel free to reblog and continue it, just don’t repost it)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 

synopsis: i seriously feel like this gets more trash and cheesy with every new addition but i haven’t felt this excited about writing in… years? so yeah, if you find what’s wrong with this let me know so i can fix it. i think it’s because im super bad at interrupting dialogue with narration without making it look forced. does anyone have any suggestions for that? is anyone even reading the pink part?

“What did they…” the hero whispered, extending an arm to brush their fingers against Villain’s shoulder, “what did they do to you?”

Villain winced at their touch, then seemed to remember where they were and let their muscles relax.

Hero gave them an encouraging look, not entirely sure they were ready to hear whatever had happened that had turned the villain from the fearless, merciless enemy they’d known into… whatever this broken, scared shadow of them was.

“I was supposed to be working with…” they corrected themselves, “for them. For Supervillain. They had a plan, this whole plan to take control of the city, then the entire region, and God know what else.”

“They forced me to join them. You know I’m not interested in that… world-control stuff, you know that.”

“I do know,” they scooted a bit closer to them, careful not to startle them, hoping it would be enough support to continue, “what happened next?”

They finally looked Hero in the eyes, a raw honesty in their expression that the hero would have never dreamed of seeing. “They’d threatened to kill my family if I didn’t help them, I couldn’t just let them do that, right? You would have done the same, right?” They sounded a bit too much like they were begging.

Hero wasn’t so sure of their answer. Were they selfish enough to put the safety of their team before that of thousands of innocents? They decided to lie instead. For the sake of politeness. “Yes, totally.”

Villain seemed reassured. “However, when I got to know more of the plan… it was horrifying, Hero. They’re truly a monster. More than I could ever be. I couldn’t stomach spending another second working on that. So I told them I was going to leave.”

“And that’s when they kidnapped you,” Hero guessed.

Villain nodded, silent.

They scratched lightly at their arm, staring into the distance, as if trying to remember what had happened next.

“They kept me there. There was no reason to, really, it’s not like they were forcing me to cooperate with them. It was just revenge. Plain cruelty fueling them. God, I don’t think I’d ever been that… scared before in my whole life.” Their breath become more irregular, quicker, as their nails left red marks on their skin. “They did hold their promise, they did kill my family. Not just them, some friends too. They burned my house to ashes,” a light sob escaped their lips. “I didn’t even know about that. I only found out all about it after I managed to escape. That sick bastard wanted to make sure they left me with nothing. They did. They won.” Their voice wavered, in a mix of pain and anger. “And then there was that damn cell, where they’d take me, and… it was full of-”

“That’s enough.” Hero interrupted. They grabbed their hand, “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

The villain glanced down at their arm, only now noticing the scratches left on their skin. They gagged and shot to their feet, running to the bathroom.

The hero quickly debated whether they should follow them or not, then made their way to the bathroom, finding the villain kneeling in front of the toilet, coughing and spitting into the bowl.

Hero crouched and held their hair away from their face until they stopped vomiting their dinner.

Villain sat on their heels and closed their eyes. “I can’t believe this is the second time you’ve seen me like this today. If this becomes a habit, I’m getting out of here,” they said in fake annoyance. They didn’t look like they had enough energy to actually be annoyed, at the moment.

“I’m sorry, Villain. I shouldn’t have asked.” They truly were sorry. They wished they weren’t, reminding themselves that it was Villain they were talking to, but they couldn’t help it. Them and their damned morals.

The silence stretched as neither of them dared to make a move.

“I have nothing left,” Villain confessed in a whisper, eyes watering, “no one left.”

“Shh,” the hero reached out a hand and cupped the villain’s cheek, surprised at their own actions, “you’re safe, now.”

Villain leaned into their touch instead of flinching, this time. “When you arrested me… there was no point in fighting. Fighting… for what? I have no house, no family to return to.”

“It’s okay, don’t think about that. Everything’s alright,” they stroked their cheek, catching a couple tears with their thumb, “let’s go to bed now, okay? I’ll call you for breakfast tomorrow.”

In the morning, they were both too embarrassed to look each other in the eye.

“What happened last night…” Villain finally spoke, “never ever mention it.”

part 6 here

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@daydreamed-snippets

@asrasmysoulmate

Stupid but feels so right

Villain is just having a nice time, leaning on a railing and staring up at the stars when he sees a silhouette blur past him and land on a rooftop about three buildings away from him. Instinct kicks in and he immediately hides behind the wall, because getting into some scuffle with another Villain would do him no good.

He hears no noises that sounds like a brawl, so he peeks out slowly from his spot behind the wall and catches sight of a blue costume that looks pale in the moonlight. He squints his eyes, trying to discern the figure further. The silhouette moves a little bit into the moonlight and Villain's eyes widen like baseballs.

Hero?! What the hell is he doing here, at this time of the night? Villain whisks his head back to hide away behind the wall, his brain running a mile per minute. Did he perhaps somehow figure out that I'm here? Am I being tracked? But wait, I'm not doing anything today so there's no reason to track me- Villain spends a good fifteen minutes racking his brain up but no matter what, he can't seem to arrive at an answer for the Hero's appearance. He peeks out again- and he’s still here, great. Furthermore, Hero had settled down nicely on that roof , pulling his blue cape further on himself.

Villain lets out a distressed sigh. He doesn't look like he's here to fight. Villain spends a few more minutes looking at Hero, and for some reason the longer he looks at Hero, the more he realises that Hero just looks incredibly lonely, sitting there all alone, curled up on himself, the pale moonlight making him look paler than usual. And Villain immediately makes a decision- he decides to go and give Hero some company, ignoring the warning bells going off in his head.

-

Hero jumps at the sound of footsteps behind him and looks just about ready to bolt after recognizing Villain's form behind him. Villain can literally see Hero's brain working, and so he stops, raising his hands up in a peaceful motion, hoping that the stubborn Hero understands that he’s not here to fight.

Hero's tense muscles calm down at the sight of Villain's hands raised up, and he sits back down, abandoning his instinct to flee. Villain plops down next to him, not making any other movement. Hero gives him a sideways glance, only to look back at the sky after.

"What are you doing here? Did you track me down?"

Villain tries to answer the question with a level voice, his internal self currently in chaos because that was exactly what he had thought around twenty minutes ago.

We're just so stupid aren't we?

"Don't flatter yourself Hero, I have other things to do."

"Like?"

Villain thinks for a moment and then answers, "like stargazing."

Hero whisks his head sideways so fast, Villain momentarily worries if his neck is okay.

"What?"

"You heard me, stargazing. And rooftops are the best spots for that."

Hero wants to laugh but something in Villain's voice tells him that he's not joking.

"Yeah, the stars look beautiful tonight."

It's silent again for a few minutes before Villain decides to speak up.

"So what is the Hero of justice doing here? Don't you guys have like a strict schedule to stick to? Wake up at 6 am and sleep by 9 pm-

He's cut off by Hero's chuckling. Villain just shrugs his shoulders, waiting for him to finish and give him an answer.

"We do have schedules, the waking up part at least. The sleeping part, not so much."

Villain turns to look at Hero and notices dark bags under his eyes. He turns back and stares at the sky.

" Are you on night duty or something?"

Hero chuckles again and Villain finds himself becoming slightly self conscious. What the hell's so funny?! , he screams internally.

"No, it's just that I can't sleep."

"Insomnia?"

"That too, but mostly nightmares."

Villain's heart tugs with a feeling of familiarity. Nightmares was definitely something that he could relate to. But he never imagined that Hero, the person who was the reason for peace existing in this town would get nightmares, and even more so, stay awake at night because of them. He had just assumed that the very fact that the Hero was fighting for all the good things would let him sleep easily at night. So he was wrong.

"And you're not able to sleep because you're scared of them?"

Hero turns to face Villain, giving him a look as if saying "duh."

Villain stammers, throat clammy and heart thundering in his chest. It had been a while since he had a normal conversation with anyone so he really wasn't sure if he was doing a good job. And for some weird reason, he cared.

But Hero understands and qualms his fears with just a few words, " It's fine, I'm not really offended, just confused." He says, and Villain stares at him, jaw dropping in amazement.

And Hero just smiles, and Villain is reminded of the honey words and sunny smiles that Hero showcases on his patrols every day. He suddenly feels sad? He wants Hero to smile only for him, if that even makes sense- and the words leave Villain's mouth before he can stop them,

"Don't smile like that. I'm not one of your precious civilians."

Hero stares back at him, horror and shock written plainly on his face.

(Oh, jealousy was such a dangerous thing. And if Villain was actually jealous, he's screwed, because Hero has thousands of people who love him. And whom does Villain have? None.)

Hero then chuckles once again, but this time it sounds lifeless and dry and Villain hates it.

"Sorry, I got lost in the moment. It has been a while since I smiled for real, I didn't even realize I was doing it."

Now it's Villain's turn to stare at Hero, all shocked and tongue tied.

It seems like Hero understood again, because he answered to the question that Villain wanted to scream out. " Well, it's kinda an embarrassing thing really," Hero mutters, " I smile at citizens because I have to, it's part of my job, not really because I want to."

Villain still seems to be in shock, so Hero just continues, " I- I mean, not all of my smiles are fake you know, I'm not heartless," Hero counters, " it's just that I have to smile even if I don't feel like smiling sometimes and I hate that, because who would want to see a Hero who's just about done with this society right?"

Hero turns to look at Villain and for the second time that night Villain wants to run, not because he's scared but because he's feeling so many emotions that he's never felt before and he doesn't know what to do with them- he feels like he’s going to be swallowed whole.

And more importantly, he can't hide away from Hero's gaze and it looks so heartbreaking. Villain would have cried, if he didn't have a reputation to maintain.

"So, what about the honey words?"

Hero looks at him like he's pleasantly surprised that that's the impression Villain has of him.

"Oh, those are just formalities again, you know, to gain public favour."

Just the thought makes Villain cringe. He definitely can't see himself telling people things that he doesn't mean.

"Then what about fear?" Villain begins, hesitant, " you do get scared right?"

"Of course I do!" Hero laughs, so tender and Villain is left to figure out whether it's real or fake.

Hero understands again, "it's real this time."

Villain is just baffled by this point, " are you psychic or something?!"

And Hero has the time of his life, alternating between chuckling and full blown laughing, clutching his stomach because he's been laughing too much and Villain just wants to disappear into the ground.

"Like I said, it's all a part of the profession. When you're on rescue missions, you have to judge people's mindsets so that you know what to say to them. Otherwise there'll be full blown panic everytime. "

Villain listens intently, finding every word that falls out of Hero's lips incredibly interesting and thought provoking. He had never imagined that being a Hero was such an intricate and delicate job.

"It's just that I've never seen you look scared before," Villain begins, "and all these things that you're telling me, it's all so new..."

Hero smiles and after listening to him, Villain can see the tiny difference. The 'sunny smiles' are usually stiff, where the Hero's lips just form a thin line. This one is more free and natural, making his cheeks pull just right and what the hell am I thinking-

"Well I've never really shared this with anyone." Hero says. " I guess it's more exact if I say that no one has really bothered to ask me about all this, so I never told anyone."

Villain feels his chest constrict because the more he listens to Hero, he feels like his own life is being told back to him, in another voice, and it's not just him talking in his own head, for once.

"You can share anything you want to, if you're okay with me."

A villain trying to offer a hero some solace, how ironic- Villain's mind sings to him.

But the grateful look that crosses Hero's face clears Villain's mind of any previous doubt, if only just for a moment.

"You know, heroes are never allowed to show fear on their faces. It's one of the things that I find hardest to do."

Villain tips his head sideways, as if pondering, "But why? Every human feels fear right? It's a pretty common emotion. Why hide that?"

Hero laughs but it sounds more like a wheeze, "Because according to my superiors, heroes are the symbol of peace. And a symbol of peace is not supposed to show raw despair on his face."

At that moment, Villain desperately wanted to whack Hero's superior hard on their head- whoever they were.

" The other day I was fighting downtown, there was this Villain who could control fire, and it was right in the middle of a pedestrian street."

Villain noticed that Hero's hands began to twitch slightly. It's not because it's cold right?

"I tried my best but I couldn't stop the Villain in time before the fires reached an elementary school right across the street, and there were children still inside the building...

Villain stares at Hero, his heart twisting and clenching in weird places as he sees him breaking down in front of him, his 'hero' mask crumbling.

He looked so much like a normal civilian now, crying for the lives that he couldn't save- except that no normal civilian would have to bear such a heavy burden.

"Even now, i- I can hear-

Hero doesn't speak after that, the sobs that wreck his frame don't let him speak. Villain inches closer to him- slowly, patiently, putting his hands on Hero's trembling ones and looks into his tear stained eyes, as if asking for permission-

"Can I hold you?"

Hero nods and it takes barely an instant for Villain's arms to engulf Hero's trembling figure, picking him up and cradling him close to his chest.

Hero chants, "I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm so sorry," hands tightly clutching Villain's inky black shirt. Villain rocks back and forth gently, remembering that that's what his mother used to do for him when he was still a child.

Looking at Hero, Villain finally understands how vulnerable a human can be, it doesn't matter what they are, a hero or a villain. At the end of the day, they feel the same things. Loss. Pain. Guilt.

It's okay Hero, you've done enough.

Let me protect you from now on.

And throughout the whole conversation, Villain's mind was berating him, telling him that this was such a stupid decision.

And Villain knows that this may be stupid, that his intervention alone cannot protect the Hero from all the despair and fear that he has to face.

But it doesn't change the fact that it feels right.

And for once, Villain wants to do the right thing.

Lol I really can't write short stuff / I tried to make this more conversational /hope it makes sense/ villain definitely doesn't keep track of the hero's schedule nope / who am I kidding / he probably knows the best spot to watch hero's patrols from/ heroes have to handle so much mental baggage it's sad/ villain finally realizes that they're not so different at the core after all / this villain is not evil btw, doesn't kill people or anything /my writing tends to get so introspective xD

This is brilliant omg thank you so much 🥺❤

a snippet | run | hero x villain [part 3]

part one here part two here

dedicated to & requested by @akawrites000

The villain curled her hand around the hero’s, warm and gentle, and guided her up the stairs. The villain’s room dominated the entirety of the upper floor. The villain’s room, in turn, was dominated mostly by plants. 

Sunflowers, rosemary, sage, roses, basil, lavender, yarrow, mint, chamomile. Others that the hero couldn’t name. The roof had been replaced with glass; it was still framed by wood, so it appeared uniform from the front, but it was a beauty from the inside. The rain drummed against it and the water ran like a river down the windowpanes. Besides the plants, there was a fireplace against one wall, a bookshelf next to it, a wardrobe, and a four-poster bed tucked away in the corner. The hero sighed, the beat of the rain filling her ears, the intoxicating scent of every plant swarming her senses. It smelled nice. 

It smelled like the villain.

The villain swung the doors of the wardrobe open and pulled out a pyjama set. 

“You can’t possibly go to sleep in wet clothes,” she said. “Here.” 

The hero flushed, thankful that the lights were all off save for the flickering flames of the fireplace as she turned to the wall and shucked off her wet clothing, replacing it with the clean pyjamas. The villain hung them in front of the fireplace. Her hair was messy, but there was nothing to be done about that—that is, until the villain seated her on the bed and moved behind her, sitting a little higher, one hand on the hero’s shoulders and running a brush through her hair with the other. Stroke after stroke, falling into an even rhythm with the rain. The hero sighed and leaned into the villain. 

This feels safe. Like a home should be.

She felt safer when the villain put the brush away and tugged her down to the pillows, arms sliding around her waist and the villain’s head against the crook of her neck. 

“Goodnight, hero.” 

No more running. 

46

Hero sat on the side of the building, their feet dangling off the edge. They liked the feeling of it, liked playing with their own mortality. Maybe that was why they were so good at their job.

They leaned closer to the edge, peering over at the street. Cars crawled like ants trapped in the mid afternoon traffic.

"If not for your own peace of mind, then for mine, please get away from the edge."

Hero didn't need to look to know Villain. "Surely you should be pushing me off it."

"Hero, stop it."

Hero sighed and got to their feet, turning to face Villain. "Why? Does this make you... uneasy?" They rocked backwards on their heels.

"Hero, stop-"

Hero could tell exactly when Villain had had enough. But that wasn't too hard, because they darted forwards like a lightning bolt and pulled Hero into them with a strong hand around their wrist.

Hero felt like their breath had been stolen in that single touch. "Sorry," they said, soft and breathless.

Villain rolled their eyes. "You better not do that again, you hear me? If you die, I better be the one who kills you."

Hero brushed a stray lock of hair from their cheekbone, and Villain's gaze softened. They pressed their forehead against Hero's. "Promise me, okay?"

Hero rolled their eyes. "Fine. I pinky promise you get to murder me."

"Good." Villain replied, and then they kissed them - so softly Hero felt it might be a dream. They leaned into their touch, as if they could merge and become one if only Hero put enough force into it.

Maybe this was a better thrill than standing on the edge of buildings.

Omg, thank you so much for remembering and tagging me, such a sweetheart @larinzz

Last song: Fake Protagonist by Getsunova

Last movie: Given

Currently reading: Hero/Villain fics on Tumblr (I'm so bad at reading novels lol)

Currently watching: Nothing atm, but I just finished 91 days a few days ago

Currently craving: energy and some self motivation so that I finish my wip

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Okay, almost all the people I know here have been tagged haha, so I'm sorry if I end up re- tagging anyone,

@kaiwewi @sunflower1000 @kactus-loves-writing @why-am-i-on-this-website-anyway @bigmoth16 @midnightmadnesss @great-day-today @caker-baker @yourheartonfire

Catch up tag

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better/catch up with.

Thank you @regan-wickworre for the tag.

Last Song: Guren no Yumiya - Linked Horizon

Last Movie: Howl’s Moving Castle

Currently Reading: Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman

Currently Watching: Attack on Titan season 4

Currently Craving: A hot chocolate and some good company (anyone up for raving about their WIPs?)

@chazzawrites, @writingonesdreams, @tae-mv, @perditism, @starryeve88, @writingbyjillian, @seven-days-was-all-she-wrote, @sleepyowlwrites, @peepos-prose, passing this on to you, hope you’re all doing well :)