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creweemmaeec11 · 8 months
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Why is asking permission for certain things, both romantic and platonic, one of the cutest, most heart-fluttering things ever?
"Can I hold your hand?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Would you like me to carry your jacket?"
"Can I hug you?"
"Would it be alright if we cuddled?"
"Can I play with your hair?"
"Might I walk you home?"
"Can I tickle you?
"Is it okay if I kiss you goodbye?"
"Can I hold onto your arm while we walk?"
"Can I rest my head on your shoulder?"
"Is it okay if I call you (nickname)?"
"I'd really like to kiss you right now, if that's okay with you,"
"Would you let me take care of you?"
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avvail · 2 months
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prompt #93
You’re pretty.
Pretty like blood, warm against flesh, pretty like blood contrasted against a velvety blanket of snow, enough to catch a wandering eye.
You’re pretty like a jewel; diamonds, emeralds, ruby’s, a treasury amongst green fingered thieves.
You’re so pretty. Pretty like a flower. Pretty like a hero. Pretty enough for your enemies to possess than kill. To tuck your disheveled hair behind your hair, so unkempt and unlike your usual clean appearance. So out of control and wild that they smear pretty blood across your pretty lips and kiss the stickiness away like it’s their lifeforce.
The way you tremble under their fingers, when you used to stand upon steely walls of valour and turn your nose up like a brave knight on quest.
What self-righteous quest are you driven by when you’re reduced to nothing, little hero?
Nothing more than a pretty picture of fear, all consuming, and so tempting. Triumph you cared so much about, slipping between those fingers of yours like the sun spills across the land; unstoppable.
Unlike you. Not anymore.
And it’s the prettiest thing a person has the luxury to witness.
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thekittyburger · 9 months
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One of my favorite tropes has got to be a sick villain waking up on the hero's couch, initially calm with the knowledge they're comfortable and being looked after, until they try and move and find their hands cuffed above them
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cassidysinferno · 3 months
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Prompt #8
cw referenced drugging & kidnapping??
The villain gave hero a truth serum and asked hero to tell their darkest secret, expecting a some sort of corrupt agency or a crime they did so the villain can use that to blackmail the hero.
Hero instead spilled the most horrifying, gut wrenching, traumatizing backstory known to man that they kept bottled up their whole entire life and villain just thinks. "oh.... you're kind of fucked up actually....you need to Seek Help how did you even get through those what the fuck."
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imaginativeworks · 2 months
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Writing Prompt
Hero: “D-d-date?!?!”
Villain: (letting out a light sigh) “Yes, my dear.”
Hero: “B-but I thought all these run-ins were so you could get me out of the way!”
Villain eyes lazily look over at hero with something affectionately warm as they slowly take hero’s chin in their hand to look at them and ask. “How could you ever possibly think that I could feel anything other that deep admiration, adoration and fondness for you, my dearest little hero?”
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amethysts-prompts · 11 months
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Prompt #239
"You don't understand," Villain seethed, hand pushed tightly against their wound, "how hard I worked. I did..." They took several moments to pant and whimper through the pain. "I did everything I could, but you- you're the real monster here."
Hero was quiet.
"You don't"- they paused to groan. They kept bleeding, and it hurt. "You don't know me, Hero. You only see my actions; you don't- you don't consider their meanings."
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Main writing blog: @amethystpath-writes
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ashiristic · 4 months
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SNIPPET 16:
Warning;: Mentions of blood
The hero and villain challenge each other on who'll last longer in a kiss. Chaos ensues.
It was just a kiss, the hero's final thought before the villain's lips met his. Soft and intoxicating like poisoned red wine. This kiss wasn't filled with passion and hunger but was a fight for dignity and pride.
The hero's eyes remained open, occasionally biting and chewing on the villain's lips, just as his nemesis did. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, searching for something to hold onto in this battle. The hero's fist harshly gripped the villain's hair, pulling it downward, drowning in his nemesis' low grunts.
He always told himself the villain was ethereal beyond recognition. A siren luring him to the sea, making him lose control like a sculptor molding him anew. But he'd never admit it.
They eventually fell onto the mattress, staining the white sheets with congealed blood from their previous battle. Before all of this began, the villain struggled, breathing heavily as his chest lifted up and down. He wished to see the villain's debauched state, but he couldn't lose. Not yet.
It seemed the villain had a different idea. He hissed, feeling the villain's nails dig deeper into his wrist, drawing blood. The hero attempted to pull away, but the villain chased him, biting his reddened lips severely.
"Fuck," the hero muttered under his breath, catching a smirk from the villain.
The villain parted away from the hero, a string of saliva connecting them. He wiped his lips with his white long-sleeves, lolling his head a little on his shoulder. His bangs fell in place to cover his eyes, yet his debauched lips still displayed that irritating smirk.
"Funny," the villain said, taking advantage of the hero's trance state, pushing him away. "Can you even win against me—"
"You're the one who pulled away," the hero suddenly said, huffing a breath, trying to steady his rapid pulse.
The villain paused for a second, blinking his eyes. After a long ponder, he suddenly blushed, a profound crimson color dancing on his cheeks. His grip loosened on the hero's wrist, but an odd smile crept on his face, followed by a chuckle. He was certainly amused. On what? Then, he raised both of his hands in defeat.
"Right, I did," the villain stood up, walking towards the small white lamp in the corner of the room. He grabbed a candy randomly placed on the table, twisting it between his fingers. "And I admit defeat."
Odd. One word to describe it. He knew the villain was a person who would never admit defeat and would try to find a loophole. But today, he didn't do that. The hero wrapped his hand on his wounded lips, trying to wrap his head around the villain's action. Maybe he looked like a monstrous, sexually frustrated guy after he pulled away from him. That must be it (it's not).
"All of a sudden?" the hero leaned against the headboard, running his hand through his sweaty hair. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't confused. So, he asked, "Why?"
The villain halted before the open window. He bathed in silence, turning his head a little to the hero. "Why? What stupid question is that?"
And he continued unbuttoning his shirt with no care regarding the well-being of the person behind him. The sun had already set, but the warm light engraved on the dawn remained, embroidering the villain's skin with gold. Mesmerizing and otherworldly. That is what he is.
"Can't I be curious?"
"You wouldn't like it. You would be embarrassed if I told you," the villain shrugged, shaking his head a little.
The hero rolled his eyes, darting his gaze on the bookshelves, crossing his arms. He sat still for a few minutes, but his impatience lingered as he tapped his fingers against the side of the wooden cabinet beside the bed. And don't add the drowning sense of not knowing what to say to the villain once he finally breaks the silence. He should think of one now, for emergencies.
"It is because I pity you," the villain suddenly said, and smirked, before placing the candy on his tongue, savoring the sweetness. "You are such a bad kisser."
The audacity.
"Ten out of ten. Bravo joke."
"Oh, thank you," he placed his finger on his lips, laughing to himself. It was red with a fine line of deep rose on the middle of his bottom lip.
The hero watched the villain caressing his own lips before he froze and stopped, slapping his cheeks a little. What was wrong with him? And the villain veered towards the hero, fixing the collar of his shirt.
The villain grinned, "I have to go now—"
"We should do this again," he interrupted, blankly staring at the villain as he spoke. "You liked it, didn't you?"
The hero would lie to himself if he said that he didn't love it. Plus he was willing to sacrifice a few of his dignity to admit it. But the villain only smiled, his eyes not revealing anything on what he was thinking. The hero's heart plummeted in his chest, its hope bursting out of his chest cavity as he covered it with a smile.
"If you say so,"
Then he left. And the hero never felt happier.
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neongalaxiie · 4 months
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"I do not have super strength."
"Oh, yeah?" The hero raised a brow. "Prove it."
The villain looked at his chains. Well, crap, here goes nothing. He pulled his wrists apart as gently as he could and gave his best fake-straining face. The hero was not convinced.
SNAP!
Crap. Now the hero was definitely not convinced. Or amused.
The villain grinned sheepishly. "That was not supposed to happen."
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epiclamer · 11 months
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operation has taken over my brain in the most positive way possible i love them
Uhhhh pt.3 of course— im sorry this is so late—
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Part 1 Part 2
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Operation Pt. 3
Hero’s surgery had been successful. Villains attempts to keep them rested and out of pain, had not. Well, more or less.
Ever since the villain had taken the hero back to their house for recovery, Hero had been a pain in their ass.
They would never rest, wouldn’t sleep, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink, would refuse any type of pain killers as tears streamed down their face from the agony. Every chance they got they would drag themselves out of bed and attempt to run.
It didn’t matter how much talking or reassuring Villain did, nothing got through to their head. And understandably enough, it was driving them insane.
Now, the hero was tied by each limb to a corner of the bed with fabric restraints, that they still somehow managed to hurt themselves with. Giving the criminal even more wounds to take care of—as if they didn’t have enough already.
“Hero, please eat something. Drink something. Anything, just please.”
The crime-stopper didn’t move, they looked like a deer in headlights and the only telltale sign that they were still alive and not frozen was their hyperventilating. Villain watched their chest move out of time with their breath due to their broken ribs that were trying to heal ever since the surgery. But Hero wouldn’t give them a break.
In the back of their head, Villain was counting their BPM and every alarm bell was ringing ‘too fast, too fast, too fast—’. They dropped their head in defeat, the water bottle and bowl of applesauce in their hands hit the bedside as their arms fell and the hero flinched harshly, hitting their head against the headboard.
Some sort of overly kind instinct rushed Villain’s senses for a moment and they wanted to jump on top of the hero and tenderly care for their bumped head. But exhaustion was stronger, was heavier, and it weighed them down too much to care. If Hero didn’t want to eat or drink, Villain couldn’t force them. They’d just die here on the villain’s bed, of thirst or reopened wounds, it was a close call between the two.
Villain groaned; they were being ridiculous. Ridiculously stupid. They were caretaking. They couldn’t give up. The hero just needed an incentive…
“You’re scared that I’ll hurt you.” Hero’s silence was answer enough. “If you take this kindness, that I’ll use it against you to hurt you.”
No response but the hero seemed to sweat, shuffling backwards just a tad from the other.
The villain nodded, trying to dig up a plan in their dazed mind. They huffed a small laugh, “easy fix… i’ll just threaten your loved ones or something for if you don’t eat.”
It was a joke. A terrible excuse of a joke that held no mocking tone whatsoever. But it made the villain laugh.
They were starving, worked-to-the-bone and so, so, so, fed up. That the idea, the stupid idea sure to only traumatize the hero further, was actually hilarious.
Villain burst out in laughter, letting go of the water and food in their hands as it rested against the bed. They crossed their arms over their chest and threw their head back, cackling and wheezing so hard their legs began to shake. It took them quite a few long deep breaths until they could calm down, eyes occasionally falling on the horrified hero and they couldn’t help but laugh some more.
Then, in a moment of pure delinquent fun, they leaned forwards, crowding the hero against the bed and stuck our their hands. Wiggling their fingers and eyebrows in unison out at the other as they whispered, “eat, drink, take care of yourself or I’ll destroy everyone you love…”
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Hero didn’t take the statement as lightly as Villain did. Sitting as far up as they could in an instant before tears started rolling down their face and they turned into a blabbering wreck.
“P-Please— d-don’t hurt them—I swear, I-I’ll eat, I’ll drink, I-I’ll do anything, just please…”
Oh.
Shit.
In instinct, Villain would’ve scrabbled to fix the mess they had just created. But their common sense brain kicked in at the last second and they hesitated, frozen in spot, frozen in thought. Maybe… just maybe… this could work out…
Against their bonds, Hero looked crazed, yanking desperately at them as they cried and begged. Their first words since they had arrived. Villain almost felt proud.
Almost.
Tentatively, as if they couldn’t believe the development just yet, Villain picked up and held out their water bottle. The cap was already unscrewed and as it reached Hero’s lips they only hesitated for a split second before gulping down the refreshment.
Villain could’ve sworn they saw a look of pleasure filled relief as they swallowed the last of the water, but it was gone and replaced with guilt sooner than they could blink. Then, before they could give the hero any extra time to reconsider, or for this all to be some too-good-to-be dream, Villain held out a spoonful of applesauce.
Hero looked two things, relaxed and fearful. Which were two emotions that generally didn’t go hand in hand. But the villain figured that their brain must have been fighting itself between one half that wanted to cave and the other that wanted to be defiant.
Eventually, they caved. And very slowly they parted their lips, allowing the villain to spoon feed them until the bowl was polished clean. Even if every swallow was slow and painful, they didn’t stop opening their mouth for more until it was all gone.
“Wow…” The villain stared down at the empty containers. “That’s all it took, huh?”
The hero’s lip quivered as they made eye contact. “Y-you won’t hurt them, r-right? I-if I’m g-good?”
At the last sentence a chill ran up the criminal’s spine, whoever had imprisoned their enemy prior had done some serious mental damage that they had yet to assess. Normal patients didn’t do that; but normal patients weren’t highly sought after heroes either.
They weighed their options and after a brief period of contemplation, Villain decided that the most crucial thing for the both of them would be some rest. So, carefully, the villain clicked off the bedside lamp. Taking their dishes towards the room door as they exited, looking back once as they stopped in the doorway.
“I’m not going to hurt anyone. Just get some rest and everything will be fine.”
Villain tried not to feel disappointed as they headed for the kitchen and then the couch. But to their heart it was worse than a stab wound, Hero actually believed that Villain was going to hurt the ones they loved.
All of their previous trust… The years they had spent building their relationship and bonding, was now out the window.
They flopped back onto the squeaky cushions and closed their eyes. In the morning everything would be okay. Hero finally ate something. That was step one.
Tomorrow—while they got the hero to sleep some more—they could begin their hunt for whichever sadistic fuck had destroyed their nemesis and Villain smiled slightly at the thought.
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ilovecherries2 · 5 months
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"I didn't say it, you did." The villain said, giving a rare smile. Villain was enjoying the conversation. It got on Hero's nerves.
Hero responded in silence, in a blank look. Hero wasn't going to raise to Villain's bait. Hero took their phone out, opening the agency's app and pressing a button. "I've just reported you being here." Hero said in explanation.
"I asked to speak to you privately."
"You have, time's up."
"It's important. It's about something strange I've found."
"You can tell me back at the agency when you are locked up."
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creweemmaeec11 · 2 months
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"I'm hungry,"
"I- I'm in the middle of kidnapping you!"
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead, I won't stop you, I'm just asking if we can get something to eat on the way,"
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cassie-u · 10 months
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“For an angel, aren’t you going to ‌hell, a lot?” the villain asked, his pristine and well-groomed white wings in contrast to the murk and withered place of the abyss. His gaze followed the hero’s movements, crossing his arms in amusement when the hero threw a stone in the pits of eternal damnation; the place where the damned souls reside. The hero’s halo flickered dangerously, his messy wings fluttering behind despite the heat of this world. “Aren’t you the one who brought me here?” he said, trying to hide his fury, yet the stone betrayed him as it cracked due to his powers. “I know,” the villain sneered. “But you like it.”
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seaside-writings · 1 year
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Prompt #575
"What do you want from me?"
"Your heart,"
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cassidysinferno · 3 months
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prompt #2
sunshine hero who's so close to go insane. sunshine hero who has alot of pent up anger and threw all the anger out to the villain. and even the villain is shocked by this.
bonus points if the villain has some sort of trauma related to yelling so they cover their ears to at least muffle the hero's lashing and when the hero realizes this they tried to comfort the villain :)
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dumplingsjinson · 1 year
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List of hospital prompts
“I just wanted to go grocery shopping with you on the weekends, in our pyjamas while holding hands. Is that really too much to ask for?” Character A mumbles, tears trickling down their face as they clutch onto Character B’s hand. The monitor to the side beeps steadily, the noise ringing into the following silence, and all Character A could hope for is for Character B to finally wake up from their years of slumber.
Character A sitting beside Character B’s bed side during the times visitors are allowed in and hoping against hope for them to wake up. “I miss you…” they mumble, gazing disparagingly down at Character B’s peaceful expression.
“You’ve made a space for yourself in my heart, and a big one at that, so don’t you fucking dare die on me,” the Villain whispers, clutching around Hero’s hand. 
“I should be the one lying on this bed.”
“Please wake up? I’ve still got so much to show you; experiences to live through with you.”
“You wanted me to die before you did, so what the fuck is this?” the Hero questions, a stray tear rolling down their cheek. “You were out to get me; so ready to fuck me up, so why the fuck are you the one lying here right now? Wake up and finish me, you asshole,” they sob. 
“I could have saved you, but I was one second too late. One fucking second.”
“[Character A’s name], you can’t just sit here all day. You need to at least eat something—” “No! I’m not leaving their side until they wake up!” “Please. They wouldn’t want to see you like this.” 
“There are so many things I want to tell you but I’m so fucking scared I won’t be able to, so please… Wake up.”  
Character A excitedly recounting something that had happened during the day even though they know Character A probably can’t hear them. “You would have laughed at this if you were awake,” they say once they’re done recounting their story, shoulders slumping a little.
“I love you. I’m sorry for telling you this just now, but I only just found out that I’ve been in love with you for so fucking long, so please wake up and let me tell you this face to face, yeah?”
Character A falling asleep next to Character B’s bed while holding tightly onto their hand.
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amethysts-prompts · 1 year
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Prompt #232
“You’re stewing.”
“I’m not stewing.”
“You’re still in pajamas, Villain. It’s 9pm.”
“Exactly. It’s 9pm. I can very well be in my pajamas at 9pm.”
“You’ve been in those pajamas since 9pm three days ago.”
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