Writing Prompt #8

Writing Prompt #8

“Oh hi Superhero, sorry to bother you so late. Is Hero home?”

“Yes.” *SLAM*

*Knocking*

“Can I see them?”

“Probably not from there.” *SLAM*

I see you apologizing to Cat... I thought you wanted to fight someone? Looks like someone is chicken

Listen here, anon. There is a huge difference between being chicken and realizing someone is a higher figure in the community and submitting to that. I know I would never win in an argument with them. I also know they were (most likely) joking. And if they weren’t joking, I still did not mean to pass judgement like that and I did apologize for that.

However! I most certainly will fight you for trying to call me a chicken.

are you planning to make a masterlist

Hi anon! At this time, I have not thought seriously about making a masterlist. I would like to have one eventually, but it’s not high on my priority list at this moment. Though if you guys want a masterlist, I can make one.

Inspired by @autocrats-in-love’s prompt here!

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“Can you stop- stop hanging on me!” The hero stood frozen, trying— and failing— to not panic. They didn’t dare move a muscle as the villain’s embrace became tighter around their ramrod-straight posture.

“Let me go,” their voice came out small, panic and fear muddled together.

“Look, I know you’re… wary, of affection. And touch in general… but its not all bad. I haven’t hurt you yet, have I?”

Yes. Well, no. Not yet.

But it was a dangerous game, that thing called touch. It brought hurt and pain, and if that touch was nice it meant someone wanted something and they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt them if they didn’t get it and-

Their panic screeched to a halt when a hand found the base of their head and began to play with their hair. They hated how the touch made them both flinch and shiver. Hero couldn’t think straight, their mind seemed split in two. Villain’s touch felt so nice. But in an instant it could be so dangerous.

So Hero waited for the questions. For the hands to stop being kind and pull their head back to expose their throat. They waited for Villain’s demands. Because touch was a trick. This thing, this comfort… it was only to lower their guard. Villain still wanted something from them. Information? Locations? What could they possibly want?

“Hey.” Hero flinched yet again as a hand slid back and forth over their back. They didn’t even notice how their breath quickened, or how their jaw began to tremble. No, Hero only noticed the hand.

“Please,” they begged. Their wide, panicked eyes met Villain’s cool, slightly concerned gaze. “I- I’ll tell you anything, anything you want just… just let go of me. Please.” So the criminal did. And without a second’s hesitation, Hero jumped out of Villain’s grasp.

One thing was for sure, Hero wouldn’t like their question. But it was the only thing Villain was thinking about at this moment. Who hurt their hero, so badly that they were afraid of a simple hug?

GLITTER ANON I DONT KNOW HOW YOU FOUND ME BUT STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Prompt (83)

"W-what was that?" The hero shouted, jumping away from the villain as though a hot iron had just been pressed into their skin.

The villain frowned. ". . .a hug? Are you okay?"