I've Always Wanted To Try And Make A Yandere Character And This Is What I Came Up With. Thank You So

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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.

I loved your Nero/avilio story oh my goodness

Thank you so much!!! It really means a lot^^ They're such great characters really, and 91 days is an anime that I can never forget haha. Glad you enjoyed it <3

Soft and adorable 🥺❤☺

Special Day

@akawrites000 requested a continuation so here it is! :D

This is a continuation of - Soft Spot

Villain placed the gift that he had just finished wrapping, complete with a little bow, on the table along with some balloons. He stood back to admire his handiwork.

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Can you do angsty romantic prompts/angsty love triangle prompts/bad timing angsty romantic prompts

angsty romance prompts as requested by anonymous

1. your eyes keep searching for theirs almost like it's automatic. maybe that's why you know that they're never looking at you, but at the girl sitting on the other far end of the room, sipping a drink.

2. your calendars are all marked; there's a big red circle around today's date. you're so ready for this, you've been preparing a week ahead - even went to their favourite book store to buy a book you know they've been eyeing for a while. the gift wrapped book sits neatly inside your bag, and you're skipping steps to see them as soon as you can—

you finally see them but they're not alone. oh. you've never seen them smile like that before. oh wow. you can't believe how gentle that smile looks framed by the sunset, but it's not for you. you turn around, and the gift bag digs into your skin from how tightly you're holding it.

3. you can do this. you can do this. you can do —

"hey," you finally begin before your mind shuts you up again. "I need to tell you something."

you know you have their attention, judging by their pursed lips and raised eyebrows. you feel like they're screaming the word "what?"

"um , it's— I like you."

you wish for a smile to grace their features but unfortunately for you, your wishes don't come true.

"I already knew," they say and it feels like someone stabbed you in the back.

"h-how long?" why didn't you say anything? why were you silent all this time? oh. ohh.

suddenly, everything makes sense. you don't need an answer to know that your feelings are not returned. you try a weak attempt at a smile, just so that you don't start crying on the spot.

4. "hey, I understand you love me, but you know that we need to settle on a place to live together, if we want to be together... right?"

"I know, I know, but I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet! you have everything figured out, and I... I don't even know what I'm going to do tomorrow!!"

you feel the familiar feeling of your throat closing up again - you've had this conversation way too many times to know how it ends.

"I understand love, but we gotta at least make a plan right? at least try to?" you feel like you're pleading but you try and ignore it.

"is it so bad to just live in the present?" they ask and something in you snaps.

"so what? just so we can break up when I have to move back home? I can't stay here, my course gets over in a few months!!"

you hear just their breathing for a moment from the other end of the line. you wish things could be that peaceful.

"I don't plan my life like yours... I can't — it just makes me feel stuck."

you let silence fill the words you don't want to say, or the words you don't want to hear. you just don't know anymore.

5. "you know I still love you the same way I did before right?"

you sigh. this was hard for you too but they don't seem to get it.

"I know and I loved you too."

a pause. "I loved you. that's all you seem to say to me nowadays. that you don't love me anymore."

they don't need to know that you had to say it enough times to yourself to believe it.

"how can I trust you the same way again? after you broke my heart and gave me a year of radio silence, just to come back and claim that you love me again? please don't test me!"

only I know how those 365 days felt like an entire lifetime of endless pain.

thank you for being my first ask anon! i hope you like this :)

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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Secrets - part 2

part 1 here 

The morning light peeks in through the slightly ajar curtains, the rays making Adrian's blond hair look almost golden. Ash just woke up, then trudged half asleep to the kitchen for a glass of water when the sight made them stop in their tracks.

"Good morning!" , Alex announces, coming out of their room sporting a big yawn and the moment just breaks. Ash is just... standing there, in the middle of the hallway, doing practically nothing, staring at Adrian's sleeping figure which only just now twitches a little because of the sound. How were they supposed to explain this?

Ash decides to start with a "Good morning", taking quicker steps to the kitchen and hoping that Alex did not notice the tiny stutter in their voice.

"So, did Adrian finally complete their work?" Alex asks, aggressively poking the sleeping figure on the chair. Ash winces at the sight- that's definitely not the way to wake someone up.

Ash clears their throat with a low hum, "Not really, but they only have one more page left to complete. I was thinking about waking them up in another fifteen minutes-

"WHAT?! THEY STILL HAVE A PAGE LEFT!" Alex screeches, successfully waking up Adrian who jolts awake in their chair, staring at nowhere in particular, a hand coming up to rub their eyes. Ash just sips their water, staring at the scene taking place in the living room from the kitchen. Alex sure was lively in the morning, a little too lively for their personal taste. Adrian didn't seem to mind though, as they patiently answered to any of the questions that Alex had regarding their work. I guess this is a way of caring too, Ash thinks. I wouldn't know, since no one cared for me like that.

Adrian's eyes flicker to theirs for a moment during the conversation, and their face breaks into this bright grin and Ash feels like they're seeing the morning sun all over again. They're too bright, but I can't look away. No... I don’t want to.

"Hey Ash, good morning!"

Ash chokes on their water a little but somehow manages to utter a coherent  "Good morning" in return. They make a mental note that Adrian’s morning voice has super high destructive powers - those husky undertones to that already attractive voice didn’t help calm their erratic heartbeats at all. 

"What, since when did you both become such good friends?!" Alex asks, sounding almost jealous.

Alex’s voice is nice too, a little high, but calming all the same, Ash notices.

"Since last night. " Adrian replies, winking suggestively, earning a punch to their shoulder.

"Ow!"

Ash swears that they tried, tried to keep in the laughter that threatened to tear out of their throat, but they knew that they failed miserably when the first syllable of a chuckle tumbled out of their lips. That chuckle multiplied and soon they're full blown laughing, hand clutching at their stomach.

Adrian and Alex stop their playful banter, all attention trained on their new friend who seemed to be having a good time.

Laughter is a contagious thing, and soon enough, the three of them start cackling, and it's a start to a pleasant morning.

Well, at least until Adrian remembers that they still had their essay to complete.

"Oh shit-

-

Adrian put each of their arm around Ash and Alex, in an attempt to give them a group hug. Alex seemed like they didn't mind for a whole minute, and then they pull away, spouting something along the lines of, "Don't think you can pay me back with just a hug Adrian, this is not going to happen every time-

But Adrian and even Ash, who had just properly met the two of them yesterday can literally see the same situation happening again, like deja vu, but in reverse.

"Well, do you also expect anything else other than a hug from me?" Adrian asks Ash with a cheeky smile, who has been silent for the most part. They could understand that Ash was a person of few words, unlike their noisy roommate.

Ash chuckles, "It would be great if I could hang out with you both more often, if that's okay with you both of course."

A chorus "Of course you can!" is the next thing that Ash hears, making their spine tingle pleasantly.

"You both are so loud, you know that?" Ash says, faking annoyance.

"Well, that's kind of our specialty." Alex grins.

"More like your specialty Alex." Adrian teases.

"Okay, you're going to pay for that Adrian!"

Ash just snorts, watching their first friends ever bicker happily.

Maybe if I'm with you both, I can forget that I'm a villain. Just for a little while.

-

It's been a jolly few months after that, both hero and villain not having much on their plate. But that instead only succeeded in causing immense worry for both the sides (from the villains side, probably only Ash was worried), because not having much to do could only mean one thing-

The villains were planning something big.

Adrian wished that this was like the other jobs, where getting less work was actually a good thing. They find themselves growing restless, looking down at their sweaty palms, even though the night breeze is pretty chilly.

"Adrian, thanks for waiting! Let's go home."

Adrian had come to the grocery store to accompany Alex on a small errand. They said that they were going to buy ingredients for dinner and Adrian thought that it was only right for them to come along, since Alex was cooking for them and Ash. Ash had said that they would drop by later.

It was pretty late in the night, but they weren't worried for themselves, they were the hero, they could manage if anything were to happen. They were however, concerned for Alex's safety. They were a normal civilian and thus had no idea of their other hero persona, about the world of violence and bloodshed that hero was a part of. And they wanted it to stay that way.

Heroes and villains always wore a mask to protect their identities, so there was close to no way for their enemies to find out about their real identity.

At least, that was what Adrian had believed, up until then.

But before Adrian can understand what’s happening, they feel something hard connect to the back of their head, making their vision swim.

No... no... stay awake!

Alex screams their name out, and Adrian suddenly feels so helpless.

Why is all this happening?! Why are they hurting Alex? They have nothing to do with this!

Adrian's ears ring painfully and they just want all of this to stop. They want to stop hurting.

"Stop it... please!"

The last thing they see before everything goes black is a knife pressed to Alex's neck.

Here's the second part / *slides some drama in here* / a little more drama in the next part / ash is still waiting for dinner and they have no clue, the poor thing / adrian knew that grocery store trips were tiring for a reason, but boy were they not expecting this / alex is in for a ride

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Our little Games

You stop in mid-motion, with your lips no more than two or three centimetres from theirs. Your breath fans warm onto their flushed skin as they look questioningly up into your eyes. They want you to kiss them. They expect you to kiss them. It’s written all over that adorable little frown of theirs.

But you won’t just hand yourself over to them on a silver platter. You’re not that cheap. And besides, you’re certainly not going to make it that easy. You won’t allow room for them to make excuses later, to tell themself you forced them and that they hadn’t actually wanted any of it.

No.

You know your own worth.

You are far too precious for that.

If they want you they’ll have to put in the necessary effort first. It has to be their choice, made of their own free will. If they want a taste of you they’ll have to claim it by themself.

They’ll have to seal this deal with their kiss.

You see the realisation gleam in the depths of those eyes they’re watching your every move with so attentively. A hint of desperation creeps into the lines on their face. Their throat bobs as they swallow, you can feel it brush against the back of your fingers.

A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you withdraw the hand that had been gently lifting their chin. They’re now free to turn their head away from you or lower it, but they do no such thing. Something in your gaze seems to be holding them in place still, even after you’ve removed the caress of your fingers.

The distance between you appears to be melting away gradually. You wonder whether they’ve noticed they’re slowly closing it. If so, they’re doing a great job at not letting it show on their face.

You can’t help but sigh as their breath starts to mingle with your own. So close you’re even breathing each other now. Traces of them are in the air all around you. The scent they carry conjures an image of an afternoon walk through the forest on a warm summer day.

Their half-opened lips tremble ever so slightly against yours. You’d think them vulnerable and on the verge of surrender, if it weren’t for that glint in their eyes, the persistent defiance underneath all that need and longing. There is a glimpse of danger lurking in the shadows, a predator.

They draw a gasp from you, running the nails of their fingers down your spine. You knew they’d try something, yet somehow this catches you by surprise anyway. Your body shudders against theirs.

Pressed flush to them now, you suddenly become keenly aware this is the closest you’ve ever been to them. The heat of their body seeps into you, seemingly unhindered by the oh so thin layers of clothing separating you from one another.

They wink at you, as if to tease you one more time. Then a simple touch of their tongue along your upper lip makes the last remnants of your self-restraint crumble as well. You lean in.

And just like that you lose yet another one of these little games.

You should have known better than to underestimate them!

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