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Friends to lovers prompts? 👀

@promptsh20 brings you:

I don’t care, I’ll be whatever you want me to be if it means I get to be in your life forever.” Friends to lovers prompt list.

Tokens they gifted each other years ago being worn, displayed and cared for invariably.

Constantly being mistakenly referred to as a couple or partners by outsiders, forcing one, though flattered, to quickly correct them while the other stays silent. because its kinda nice, they enjoy when others see them in that way. It further encourages them to try for more.

“It’s important to me that we stay friends.” “Of course, I feel the same but, can’t we still be friends and more.”

The realization that the hugs they share will never be something they can replicate with anyone else.

Both Knowing they’ll always have their laps and shoulders reserved for each other.

“So you went to the fireworks, and you kissed! Wow did you have fun?” “Really? You know I would’ve much rather have done it with you.”

Anytime they sit next to one another, they find themselves touching. Shoulders, thighs, knees, their honestly never entirely sure how it happens but have accepted it’s unavoidable.

The safety that comes with saying “I love you” frequently to each other but with the price of longing, longing to tell them that they mean it in a different way, a deeper way, a more than friends way.

“I just feel drained, I’m so sorry.” “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll just hold you for bit, I’m just happy to be able to see you.”

Often Doing things friends don’t normally do with one another and feeling the need to clarify that, their other friends don’t, have the same power or access that they give them. They have something different.

Whispering to the other and the small thrill they get from their lips touching the shell of their ear.

“I’ll tell you anything, anything you want to know, I’ll tell you.”

Both feeling jealousy so intensely when it comes to each other that it can’t be simplified to just jealousy.

Both getting hit over the head with puberty and noticing. Heavily obsessing over things that never thought about or feeling things more intensely.

Getting emotional towards each other when it comes to their relationship, because it’s fragile but also the strongest they have with anyone.

“I don’t—was that okay? Like are we doing that now?” “Yeah, I mean, I don’t mind. If your okay?” “Yes, I’m okay. I’m great, I’m good.”

Reeling after having the others scent everywhere around them after spending time together. On their skin, in their clothes, just everywhere.

Playfully teasing each other until one’s bold enough to call the other’s bluff. enough games, their tired of just the prospect of more, they want it, more than anything they want it, want them.

Going from being able to tell each other everything to struggling to decide what is appropriate to share with a friend. It’s more with potential love interest and intimacy with others that they find themselves feeling awkward or tense with each other.

Breaching the point of no return, where now a simple kiss on the forehead, lying down together or even a compliment feels loaded, things they’ve naturally always done becoming suddenly more.

“You don’t this with anyone else, right?” “No, of course not. This our thing.” “Yeah? Our thing. I like that.”

Finding that their more protective of the other than themselves, they love them and care about them and just want shield them from all the bad.

Both being invited to each other families gatherings and events because they’ve known them forever, honestly, their a part of the family.

Caring about the other’s wants, dreams, goals like their own that it’s evident, they’d do anything to help the other achieve or succeed in their aspirations. Anything.

One feeling weary at the rate things are changing between them and fear what it will mean for their friendship while the other is eager to explore a new relationship, one that fits their feelings for each other better.

“Bet you missed me.” “I did miss you, missed you so so bad.”

Staying up late because thoughts of the other are endlessly chasing away their sleep, which only leads to them calling the other and deep conversations that go on into the night.

If their caught in any form of exchange or conversation, heated, deep, soft, playful, it doesn’t matter, your definitely interrupting something or absolutely just missed it.

The thought of anyone touching the other as they have or want making them physically sick, it’s clear now, they’ve always felt more than a friendship with them.

“Your upset, I can tell you know.” “Sometimes I hate that I can’t hide that from you, now though? I’m really fucking happy you noticed.”

Love talking about each other to others because not only are they each others favourite person ever, they know so much about topic.

A/n: Thank you for being my first request! Fun fact, my favourite trope is actually friends to lovers. So, you can imagine how much fun I had with these, I hope you enjoy them as much as I have anon!

I wish falling in love was as easy as falling for your fics I SWEAR-

Hello! Can you please do something with a female hero and a female villain who are dating but pretend to be enemies around everyone else please? Thank you!

yes of course!  sorry this is a bit short

“Sierra!!  Stop fucking around!”

Sierra sighed.  Did she want to fight Quinn? Of course not.  Was her boss currently giving her a death stare because she hadn’t hit Quinn yet?  Maybe.

Sierra and Quinn had a very.. complicated relationship.  Sierra was a superhero, and Quinn was a villain.  They first met when Quinn was hijacking a bank, and Sierra had been sent to stop her.  Sierra remembered the first thing she thought was ‘Wow. She’s beautiful’.  A grave injury and a blurted-out confession later, the two of them were happily dating.

But, no one knew about their relationship.  That was how Sierra found herself on the battlefield, being yelled at by her superior for going easy on a villain, aka her girlfriend.  She sighed, moving closer to Quinn.  “Quinn..” Sierra hissed, eyebrows raised.  Quinn’s eyes widened in comprehension.  The next thing she knew, her girlfriend was writhing on the ground, moaning in pain.

Sierra tried her best to hold back a laugh at Quinn’s horrible acting.  Quinn caught her eye and winked, causing Sierra to let out an undignified snort.  Her boss looked over at her, confusion evident on her face.  Sierra made sure her body was shielding Quinn’s before kissing her gently.  Quinn stiffened at first, but eventually relaxed and grabbed Sierra’s hand.  The kiss was far too short, in Sierra’s opinion, but there was nothing they could do about that.  Sierra was cursing all the gods above as she pulled away- her stupid boss would start wondering what was taking her so long.  Quinn looked up at her quizzically, and she felt guilt course through her chest.  “I’m sorry about this,” she whispered, caressing Quinn’s face.

“It’s okay baby,” Quinn replied.  “Just hit me,” she said, gesturing to herself.

Sierra knocked her in the jaw, a sick feeling churning in her stomach as she watched Quinn crumple to the ground.  

People need to remember this <3

Do you cringe when you read your posts? Because I wanna write stuff and post it here but I already start feeling awkward after i finished what I wrote. And seeing it on tags would be so awkward too 🥲 is there any advice for a situation like that?

(have a wonderful day and have a cookie 🍪)

Personally, no, I don't cringe when I read my own stuff. I might occasionally cringe at the old posts, but that's only cause I can see all the mistakes in them now.

As for advice, I want you to remember that you are your own worst critic. You, the author, see the entire process of creation from start to finish. There's a high chance that you will catch mistakes or doubt yourself after writing something.

The most important thing is that you don't be too hard on yourself. Think of it like this; if you go and read someone else's fic, and that fic has a few small mistakes or its pacing is a little off, you're not gonna leave a comment calling the author of that fic a piece of shit, now will you?

No, you're just gonna overlook those mistakes and enjoy the fic regardless. Maybe you'll politely point those things out to the author to help them improve, but you're not gonna start insulting them over it.

So, keep in mind that that is how most people will interact with your fic! Sure, someday, someone might leave a rude comment on one of your fics, but honestly? Don't worry about it.

And if you don't want to post your writing on your main blog, you can make a side blog and post a few things on there as a test! And if things go well after, let's say, a few weeks, you can decide if you want to start posting on your main!

(Thank you for the cookie, here's a donut for ya🍩)

POWERLESS

The villain noticed that, for whatever reason, the hero was completely off their game. As they fought, their blows had no weight to them, their movements were sloppy, and their blocks could practically be broken by a short gust of wind. And then, in a bizarrely uncharacteristic display of behavior - the hero stole the villain’s usual move when a fight wasn’t going their way - they attempted to flee.

They didn’t get far before the villain tackled them down, straddling the hero’s thighs and pressing their wrists against the ground by their head. They sneered as the hero feebly struggled in their grip.

“So, my supposed ‘nemesis’ is this easy to take down?” The villain scoffed, leaning down close to the hero’s face. “How pathetic.”

It didn’t feel earned. The hero wasn’t usually this weak - they could normally bat the villain yards away like they were merely swatting a fly... but now, in their current state, even a fly could probably best them.

Something was wrong.

“Ugh! LET GO OF ME, ASSHOLE!“ The hero shrieked, squirming desperately underneath the weight of the villain. “Get the FUCK OFF!”

The villain narrowed their eyes, peering down at them, and then paused. Staring at their neck, they noticed an odd mark... a small puncture wound, like the hero’s skin was pierced by something... Oh, shit. They blinked, peering closer. It was some kind of injection... but of what? They removed a hand pinning one of the hero’s arms, because it’s not like they could do anything with it anyway, and held it in front of the hero’s face.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Huh?” The hero blinked up at them, pausing their thrashing at the sound of the villain’s concerned tone. Then, they huffed, rolling their eyes. “Very funny.”

“What?”

“Wait...” The hero’s brow furrowed. “You mean you don’t know? But it was practically broadcast to all of my-“

The hero was cut off by the sound of a super-weapon charging up, and when they both looked to the side they were greeted by a comically large barrel of a gun.

“Step aside, villain.” Another one of the hero’s enemies called out, a wide smirk spreading on their face as they eased their finger on the trigger of the super-weapon. They aligned their eye with the scope, aiming directly at the hero. “They’re mine.”

The hero cursed under their breath.

Then, yet another enemy flew in, landing in their immediate vicinity with a ready fighting stance. “Ladies first.”

And another. “I call dibs.”

“Well, this is the worst day of my life,” the hero croaked, trembling as they tried to swallow down their panic. “...and probably the last.”

The villain threw up a temporary force field around them, and then pointedly turned their gaze back to the hero.

“I’m going to need an explanation.”

The hero’s eyes had a hopeless glaze in them, but then - out of all things - they laughed. “Haven’t you noticed? I lost my powers! I’m completely fucking powerless!”

The villain’s eyebrows flew up. Oh. The injection... it was some kind of serum that took away their powers... and now they were the easy target of all of their worst enemies, which are currently pounding at the weakening force field.

The hero was throughly doomed. Unless...

“If you don’t want to die today, you’re going to do everything I say.” The villain ground out through their clenched teeth. “Got it?”

“What? You mean that you’re going to help me?” The hero blurted out, then they eyed the villain skeptically. “Why?”

“Now’s not the time for questions.” The villain stated before they rose to their feet. They held their hand out to the hero expectantly. “Now, grab my hand, quick. This force field isn’t going to last much longer.”

The hero brought themselves up to their elbows and bit their lip, brows furrowing as they considered taking the villain’s hand.

The force field shook, destabilizing from the force of the imminent threats awaiting the hero outside.

“Now or never, hero.” The villain said, extending their hand out further.

The hero closed their eyes, exhaling out of their nose as they grit their teeth. A short, contemplative moment passed, as the hero weighed the risks - coming to the conclusion that they were screwed no matter what - and their eyes popped open decisively.

“Fuck it.”

They clasped the villain’s hand, effectively placing their trust - and their life - in the hands of their sworn enemy.

The force field encompassing them fell, leaving them unguarded. Their enemies were on them in seconds, before the villain hastily threw down a smoke bomb from their belt.

Then, with their hands still clasped together, the villain bolted, dragging hero along in tow.

Needy (Part 1)

Where the Hero is a greenie and meets with the famous Villain around town through a flurry of fists and curses. They have a rosy outlook on everything and it drives the Villain nuts.

"Heroes are such needy things," the Villain sneered, their dagger a breath away from the Hero's trembling throat.

"G-get away from me!" , the Hero attempted to push the Villain away, but they just couldn't muster the strength in their limbs anymore- their fight had stretched for far too long and the Hero has been running on a mere three hours of sleep for the entire week.

" Really such needy, needy things..." the Villain continued their taunts- taunts which the Hero would have blatantly ignored if they were in a better state of mind- but that they weren't.

The Hero shivered under the Villain's intense gaze, torn by the curiosity to know what they had meant and their moral compass which told them to steer clear from any words that fell out of a Villain's mouth. So the Hero decided to do something that didn't require too much energy- they had seen this happen in movies before (and they hoped desperately, that it applied to this situation)- they stared into the Villain's amber eyes.

The Villain stopped their taunting for a moment, meeting the Hero's stern gaze. "What's wrong? Is my favourite Hero tongue-tied?"

This voice laced with sarcasm, the Hero didn't want to believe that anything it said was true, but he really wanted to know- were heroes really needy creatures? If so, what exactly made them needy?

The Hero realised that they weren't supposed to go into an inner epiphany with a dagger pressed to their throat, but they were just unbelievably curious.

Curiosity kills the cat- they guessed that curiosity could kill heroes too.

Sucking in a sharp breath and relishing the feeling of oxygen, well aware that this might be the last breath of air that they could taste, the Hero made their decision-

"Explain what that means Villain."

The Villain smirked so wide, the Hero thought that their cheeks would split. "Quite the curious Hero aren't you?" , they said, abandoning their dagger, sheathing the metal object back into it's scabbard.

The Hero was perplexed, "what are you- AAGH!", they gasped as the Villain's long fingers wound around their throat, promptly cutting off their air supply . The Villain leaned in closer, just enough to hear the angry rasps that fell out of the Hero's abused throat, their eyes glaring down darkly at them.

"If you thought that I would give you the answer just because you asked me to, you have a long way to go greenie."

Black spots marred the Hero's vision and they could feel their eyelids become heavier by the second. But even on the edge of losing consciousness, the Hero couldn't help but think that the Villain's fingers were gentle in their own way- they weren't crushing their windpipe mercilessly in one go, but instead pressing down on it gently, slowly, like someone who preferred suffocating someone with a pillow rather than stabbing them with a dagger.

Or maybe I'm just finally losing my mind- the Hero thought, and reading way too many hero/villain fanfics.

The last ember of strength finally died and the Hero closed their eyes.

this was meant to be a prompt, but ended up turning into a snippet/i have no regrets/the hero is a hopeless romantic/villain has no clue what's happening in that little head of his nemesis/ part 2 will be up soon!

There's love in the shadows

I want to hug you and hold you close, card my fingers through your hair and listen to the sounds that only you can make- your heartbeat, your breathing. I just want to lie down with you and forget about the world for a while, and let you hold me close so you can too.

Villain almost dropped their phone after reading that little snippet from hero's Tumblr account because they knew that it was written for them. They're hero's partner after all. Their hand grips their phone tight as their body trembles and they become all flustered, thoughts about hero racing inside their head.

Hero... you're not being fair. Villain thinks, fondly. You're being sneaky... you know that I can't mess this operation up and you go and do... something like this.

Hero just smiles from the shadows- seeing villain get all flustered over their post would never get old for them.

Don't worry my villain, I'm here to take full responsibility.

Hey there everyone! I'm just posting something short, until I can figure out the continuation for helpless - I'm sorry it's taking so long:/ so please enjoy this in the mean time!! And thank you all for your continuous support, as always ^^

CUTE🥺💖

“For the third time, I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.” The villain had not expected this reaction to their declaration of love.

The hero squinted. “But… you’re a villain.”

“Well spotted.”

“And… you love me?”

“Yes!” Finally, they were getting somewhere.

The hero scratched their head. “I don’t understand.”

Distance is never a thing *virtual hugs* for you all<3

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