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#friends to enemies prompt list
psychedelic-ink · 1 year
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— friends to enemies dialogue prompts
this is my first ever prompt list, feel free to use any of these! also feel free to tag me in your fics if you use any of them ✨
❝ I trusted you with my life. ❞ ❝ And I trusted you, but look at where that led us. ❞
❝ You can’t just leave me here to suffer alone,❞
❝ You’re not the person who I thought you were. ❞ ❝ Sorry to disappoint.❞
❝ You consoled me every night and day, only to make a mockery of me…How could you?❞
❝ What was it again? Your biggest fear? Ah yes, dolls… How about I throw you into a room full of them. ❞ ❝ Fuck you. ❞
❝ I almost gave up on my plan-- Almost. But then I heard what you were saying behind my back. ❞
❝ I hate you, ❞ ❝ Last night you were telling me how your life would be incomplete without me.❞ ❝ Well, I was clearly wrong. ❞
❝ You think you know a person and then BAM they have a knife on your throat.❞ ❝ It was just a butter knife. Don't be so dramatic. ❞
**okay so I forgot this was in my drafts and found it as I was doing some clean up and I'm just going to post it without thinking much about it or else it's going to stay in my drafts forever lmaodfvd
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apparentlytheproblem · 3 months
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e n e m i e s t o l o v e r s t r o p e - p r o m p t l i s t
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these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :)
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-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-
"As if you would ever cross my fucking mind."
"fuck you" "when"
“He so likes her.”
“I don’t mind wasting time on you.”
“I feel the opposite of hate…towards you.”
“I feel things…”
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"
“I might need more.”
“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”
“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”
"shut up and kiss me"
"such a pretty liar mhmm"
“Took you long enough.”
“We might have been wrong.”
"what did you do"
“What the fuck is your problem?
"where the hell is he?"
"you want me?" "you know i do"
"stop crying"
"stop acting as if you're royalty, join reality."
"this is so wrong-"
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-ˏˋ. scenarios ˊˎ-
both of them are in forced proximity because of a crowd rush
internal conflict of being enemies with benefits
fake dating to get someone of their back
enemies but they are shivering and the other offers their hoodie
they make fun of eachother just to keep their attention
they have to work together and they hit a realization on how its not too bad
injured and goes to them to fix up their wounds as they have no where else to go
cant stand that they're ignoring them
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me-writes-prompts · 6 months
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-:"I'm in love with you" love confession prompts-:
By @me-writes-prompts
"I'm in love with you." They say with a sad smile because they know you won't ever love them back the way you used to. (Starting with heartbreak, yes)
"I'm in love with you." "I know." "Oh."
"I really really love you. Please." "I love you too but-" "But what?" "But I don't know how this will work out for us" "I'll make it work. I'll make us work." (ahhhhhhhhh yes yes yes)
"I don't know the exact time or place, but my heart has started beating faster every time you're around. And I think it's telling me that it needs the oxygen you provide." "Wait, you should go to a hospital then-" "No! I meant that I love you!" "Oh, OH."
"Look." *Takes your hands in theirs gently and squeezes them* "I think I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings. And I don't know anymore where to put them but your hands. "
"I love you." "This is the worst time to tell me that. Not while I'm preparing for my exams, god!" "Sorry...but do you love me too?" "I can't believe you. Yes, I do. I love you too." (So randommmm)
"I have fallen in love with you." "Everyone does, sweetheart. Nothing new." "No, I'm seriously in love with you. I love you." "Oh."
"I love you." "Oh my god...I love you too!"
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unboundprompts · 7 months
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Can I request rivals/frenemies that never got along before and only worked together begrudgingly till now start to become friends?
Dialogue for Rivals who are slowly becoming Friends
-> feel free to edit as you see fit.
"Glad to see that you decided to show up." "I knew you'd be bored without me here."
"Are you okay?"
"When did you stop being so awful?"
"This may not mean much to you, but I have your back."
"I don't like you, but I don't hate you either."
"So, are we friends?" "What do you think?"
"Why did we hate each other so much?"
"I mean it a lot less than I did a month ago, when I say I'm going to kill you."
"Thanks. And I actually mean it this time."
"Wait, what's wrong?"
"Are you here to make fun of me?" "No, I'm actually just here to make sure you're okay."
"I'm glad we're not at each others throats any more."
"You know, you're not so bad." "I never was."
"Aw, did you miss me?" "Absolutely not."
"If I didn't respect your mother, I would have absolutely killed you months ago."
"What happened? Are you hurt?"
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mangocherri · 2 years
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Forced proximity prompts:
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Classic "there was only one bed"
Alternatively, there was only one couch
Having to share one blanket, fighting over it the whole night.
There's only one pillow, and neither of you can sleep without one. You both end up using each half of the pillow to rest your head on, causing your faces to be only a few inches apart.
All other seats are taken, so you both have to squeeze into one chair.
Wanting to borrow the same book but there's only one copy of it available at the library. After arguing over who will get it, you both decide to share it and study together.
Or sharing a book with your friend during class since they forgot to bring theirs.
It's raining heavily, and you don't have an umbrella. Your friend helps you out by sharing their umbrella with you.
Being trapped somewhere (eg: a cave)
It's culinary class and your assignment is to create a dish. All the work stations are occupied except one. You and the other person have to work in the same place, and turns out, that person is none other than your rival.
(X)
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novelbear · 1 year
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enemies to friends to lovers prompts
being forced to work together for a project/mission and absolutely dreading it
separating themselves as much as possible if allowed (ex: booking different rooms, camping out in different places, stalling when they do have personal time)
“you really aren’t making this any easier.” “as if you are?”
“you put this here on purpose!” “okay, for once, i wasn’t trying to put you in any danger.”
annoying any other surrounding friends/teammates with their consistent arguing
"you left me! don't you realize i could have died?!" "that was the plan!"
 finding out they both have another “enemy” in common, so they work together to either bother/get back at them (and maybe they realize they had lots of fun) 
 “you didn’t have to help me…” “yeah, well, unfortunately, i did. now come on, we don’t have time for this.” 
 “did i just hear a ‘thank you’??” “do not get used to hearing that.” 
 one making a snarky insult that was just so good, the other had to laugh
 “what is that? poison?” “it’s literally just lunch that i figured i should kindly share, but if you’re not hungry then…” “no, wait, i am! thanks, i guess..” 
 both being unable to sleep one night, bored out of their minds, and somehow spending hours talking to each other 
 one is injured and is hesitant of the other taking care of them
 ^ they then are shocked by how gentle they’re being treated 
 going from spending no time, to most of their time together 
 “i know i was just there, but i think i forgot my keys.” “if you needed an excuse to see me again, you could have just asked..”
 old (insulting) nicknames still being thrown around, but now it’s kind of endearing 
 “we swear we saw you leave their place last night.” “that must’ve been someone else.” 
 “that cute little face you’re pulling didn’t scare me before and it definitely won’t now. put it away.” 
 hiding their relationship from other friends because they know the reaction they’ll get 
 “no way, you still have this?” 
 sometimes their differences still clash, yet they learn to work through them 
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Enemies to friends (to lovers but that’s another prompt) where they spend every second of their time bickering each other, please? Appreciate it <3
Enemies to friends prompts
"I don't know why we haven't become friends earlier." "Oh, I know quite a few reasons for that."
"That used to really annoy you." "You still annoy me plenty."
"How much more fun it is to be friends, right?" "Yes, so much fun."
"The good old days of being enemies." "Truly the good old days."
"Being your enemy was fun, but I'm happy we're friends now."
"Aww, you like being my friend!" "One more word and we'll go back to enemies."
"People will be shocked to know we've become friends." "Not any more shocked than I am."
"We're friends now. So you need to stop making me want to kill you."
"Being enemies is sometimes easier than being your friend."
"With you as my friend I don't need any more enemies."
More: Enemies to Lovers Masterpost | Enemies to friends with benefits Prompts
- Jana
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miakate-writes · 6 months
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Writing Prompts!!
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[a/n: if you use any of my prompts pls make sure to tag me if you post them, i would love to read your interpretations of them. also, if you have any requests/suggestions for prompt lists feel free to put them in my asks box and i will get to them asap. if you enjoy my content then i urge you to follow me on social media (my links can be found here) pls]
Domestic romance stuff that makes me weak in the knees !&lt;3
Domestic romance prompts [part two] &lt;3
Best friends to lovers prompts !&lt;3
Angst prompts (because i’m mentally ill)
Touch starved / comfort prompts :)
Touch starved prompts part 2 (with a twist)
“And they were roommates” friends to lovers prompts (roommates edition)
Grumpy x sunshine prompts &lt;3
Protective/possessive prompts
"Why do I care so much?" (protective/possessive prompts pt 2)
Enemies to lovers prompts
“Who did this to you?” dialogue prompts (enemies to friends/lovers #2)
“What are we?” prompts (friends to lovers?/confused friends with benefits)
Idiots to lovers prompts 🏹
Academic rivals to lovers
Rivals to friends/lovers [true crime nerds edition!]
"Why do I care so much?" (protective/possessive prompts pt 2)
Things my boyfriend and i have said that i like (romance dialogue prompts) 🎀🤍
New Year's Eve/Day romance prompts 🥂🪩
Oblivious/in denial friends to lovers prompts 🤍🪩
“Slut!” by Taylor Swift prompts 🐚🪩🥂
Roommates to lovers prompts [part whatever]
Period comfort prompts 🎀💌
Pining x unreciprocated prompts 🥀🫀
Forbidden romance prompts 🥀💜
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afewproblems · 10 months
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62 &/or 71 for platonic stobin perhaps?
62: It's okay to cry & 71: You are the single best thing to happen to me.
Thank you very much for this, I love these prompts and got real carried away with this! I hope you enjoy!
If you had asked Robin Buckley to describe her relationship with Steve Harrington back in her freshman year, she'd laugh in your face. 
Why on earth would King-Steve be caught talking to her, let alone do it enough to constitute a relationship?
He was a popular jock, and Robin was a freshie with a trumpet.
It wasn't how things worked.
Steve operated on the outside of her periphery. She had an awareness of him, his actions in the popular crowd. Like any minor celebrity, the gossip mill ran rampant with tales of King-Steve.
"Harrington scored the winning shot at last night's game! Not many Juniors get opportunities like that!"
"King-Steve told Tommy to leave Harvey alone cuz he's just a freshie, saved him from a swirlie -swear to God man".
“Yeah well, I heard he broke Byer’s camera the other day, so--”
"Have you seen his hair, ugh he's so dreamy!"
To which Robin thought, 'I've seen him leave half a bagel of crumbs all over his English notes, how dreamy can he be?'
And to top it all off, Tammy Thompson wouldn't stop staring at him, twirling her long blond hair around her pink varnished nails while reading sonnets from Romeo and Juliet loudly at her cafeteria table, trying valiantly to catch his eye --peak romance right there.
But Robin wasn't quite ready to think about how much she wished Tammy would bat those long lashes at her, nah, hating Steve Harrington was easier. 
Besides, he had no idea she existed, right? 
Robin grabs a can of Coke from the fridge, reaching into her pocket for change before joining her mother at the till.
The corner store was all the way out on Main Street, but still closer to home than Mevalds or the grocer on Parsons so Mrs Buckley had stopped for a few things on their way back from Robin's band practice. 
She slides the change onto the counter and pops the tab before throwing a thumb over her shoulder, "I'll go wait by the car mum". 
Mrs.Buckley nods distractedly, waving her hand with a smile and she hunts through her purse for her checkbook.
Robin makes her way down the aisle to the entrance, the little bell above the door jingles lightly. She steps over the threshold into cool November air and shrugs her jacket collar up against the chill. 
She sighs as she looks back through the window, her mom seems to be taking her sweet time, chatting with the clerk now and going through her checkbook with a smile. 
A muffled groan catches her attention from across the lot, she tilts her head towards the sound and startles when she spots Steve Harrington, the bane of her existence, leaning against a car with a can of soda pressed to his beaten bloody face. 
He hasn't seen her, his eyes are trained at a point just ahead of him as he rolls the can over his split cheek. 
What the hell?
Robin leans away, keeping herself behind her mom's station wagon and out of his sight line. 
Who would have kicked the shit out of old King-Steve? And where were his two cronies Hagan and Perkins? She had so many questions and--
Steve sniffs once, pushing the heel of his free hand into his eye as he drops the hand holding the can.
Oh.
Robin suddenly feels as though she's intruding on something private. Watching this boy she's never talked to, who she saw last Monday walking with the rest of the basketball team into the cafeteria, Nancy Wheeler hanging off his arm with an affectionate roll of her eyes and the biggest grin plastered all over his dumb face.
But this Steve is hurt and alone and smaller than she's ever seen him before.
It's bizarre.
Suddenly he's moving, throwing the can to the gravel and stepping off the car before sliding his arm across his face in one motion, he clears his throat and throws open the driver's side door.
The engine of his beemer roars to life just as Robin's mother exits the store, she frowns as Steve peels out of the parking lot, brakes squealing.
"Honestly, why they give teenagers licenses, I'll never know," Mrs.Buckley mutters under her breath as she unlocks the car and hands Robin the paper bag, "do you know that boy?"
Robin watches as the tail lights of Steve's car disappear around the corner, the image of his hunched shoulders and black eye branded in her mind's eye. 
Robin shrugs once as she opens the passenger door, "Not really".  
***
It's not until two years later that Robin crosses paths with Steve again, slinging ice cream with the former King down at the new mall.
Her first job and it’s at some horrible sailor themed ice cream shop of all places and to top it all off, she’s stuck with Steve Harrington.
Sure, she'd seen him in passing at school, watching as he slowly fell away from the popular crowd. While it was somewhat satisfying to see Tammy pretend she had never really been interested in the former King of Hawkins High, she couldn't help but remember the way Steve looked that day, face bloody, holding a cold can of pop to the worst of the bruises.
Robin can't help but wonder just what had suddenly turned Harrington's life completely on its head that day. She'd heard it was Jonathan that had beaten him up, but given how weirdly close he, Nancy, and Steve got after that cold November day, she didn't really believe it. 
Wasn't he rich too? He drove a BMW to work for chrissakes. So why was he here?
And then there’s the kids. 
They follow him around like ducklings, begging for rides during his spare time and free samples of ice cream on the days he’s working.
It would be endearing with anyone else, but it’s Steve Harrington. 
They've been working with one another for about two weeks before it happens again.
Robin idly sprays the glass display case with the spray bottle from the back. Whatever green liquid is in the unlabeled bottle smells absolutely foul but it's the only thing in the store powerful enough to get rid of all the finger and face prints on the glass from kids standing on their tiptoes to see the flavors.
They end up having to clean the customer side of the window far more often than their employee side and normally she and Steve will flip a coin for it.
Neither of them enjoy being out from behind the counter, the shorts and the socks are reason enough for this, but it also has the negative effect of piquing enough customer interest to interrupt their down time, like the movement and streak free glass shine draws their eyes.
But, nine times out of ten Steve would ‘lose’ and pick up the spray bottle without complaint. 
Robin had started to wonder if he was doing it on purpose, but why the hell would Harrington do something like that? 
She wrinkles her freckled nose and starts wiping the glass, clearing away the smudges and dirt before spraying again to get at the more stubborn fingerprints.
Steve is late today, which is weird. 
Another surprise from Hawkins golden-boy, Robin would have expected Steve to waltz in twenty minutes late to every shift, with a scowl on his face and a refusal to pull his weight. 
But it was the opposite. 
Steve would get there early, he would review the cleaning list for the day, check the inventory to see what ice creams would need to be restocked and what the special was for the day. 
The only thing Steve had ever asked her to do, was to write out the specials on the board. 
When Robin had scoffed and asked why he couldn't do it himself, Steve had gotten very quiet, chewed his lip for a beat and said, "I don't want to mess it up, or have you have to redo it for me". 
Steve shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets, "sometimes the letters are weird when I read and then it makes it harder to write them out”.
He sighs but it comes out more like a scoff, “there’s a reason I’m still here Buckley”.
Oh…so the golden boy of Hawkins High would not be leaving for college in the fall then. 
He looked at her, his big eyes traced over her face as though he were looking for any hint of a laugh.
And what else could she do in the moment but pick up the dry erase marker and shoulder him out of the way of the board with a, ‘you owe me dingus’. 
She turned her face away at the small smile Steve gave her, ignoring the twinge in her chest at his tiny confession. 
God Dammit, he was not endearing, he wasn’t!
Robin balls up the rag she used to wipe down the glass and looks up to the wall clock on the far side of the food court. 
It’s nearly eleven in the morning and Steve is still not here, she’s tempted to use the phone in the back to call his house when she remembers she has no clue what his phone number is or if it would even be listed.
She’s sure he’s scheduled with her today; it’s Tuesday, they always work Tuesdays together. 
Robin looks around the food court, scoping out the entrances and nearby tables. There’s no sign of him, no obnoxious hair, no big goofy grin, or big hazel eyes to be found. 
She huffs and makes her way to the back room, pushing the swing door open hard enough that it makes a satisfying bang against the wall. 
She freezes at the sudden yelp from the back corner. 
Steve whirls away from her, his face tipped into his open locker, his shoulders are a tense hunched line. It's a horribly familiar pose and once again Robin can’t help but feel like she’s witnessing something she shouldn’t.
“Steve?” she says softly, taking another step into the room, “whats--”
“I know I’m late,” he mumbles, the words are tight but there’s no waiver to them, “sorry”.
Robin wishes she were better at this sort of thing --her mom always seemed to know what to do and what to say when people were upset. That skill definitely skipped a generation in her case. 
He turns to face her, slowly, one hand on his nose, the other holding his wrist against his chest.
There’s an ugly, rapidly purpling bruise running down his arm where it’s cradled. The shape is strange, almost as if someone had grabbed him - it runs around the entire circumference of his forearm and--
Oh.
Steve eyes her challengingly but there’s no real heat in it, his eyes slightly shiny in the awful humming fluorescent lights.
“Actually,” Robin swallows roughly after nearly a full minute, clearing her throat as she leans back on her heels, “Uh, Marcus said we only needed one person on today, it’s slow as shit so,” she shrugs and tilts her head to the employee entrance, “you could go home if you want”.
Steve stares at her, his eyes raking over her face the same way he did after the white board incident, before he sniffs once and shakes his head, muttering under his breath that he’d rather get hit by a bus and Robin stiffens at the implication.
“You’re a terrible liar Buckley,” he says eventually, closing his locker and running a slightly shaky hand through his hair before walking towards her and the storefront, “but thanks,” Steve says softly as he passes. 
“Does that mean I can go home?” Robin calls after him, immediately wincing but pleased at the startled laugh she hears from the counter.
She follows him out front, slowly, suddenly feeling with absolute certainty that she really doesn’t know Steve Harrington at all.
***
Robin never thought she would be here. 
Not once did she think she would have ever come out to someone while she was still in highschool, let alone the former King of Hawkins high who would in turn become her best friend, her platonic soul-mate if you would. 
After the debacle that was their official last shift with Scoops Ahoy and the Russian Spy Alternate dimension bullshit where Steve risked his damn life to save her and the kids --who all knew about this monster filled Upside Down just by the by. 
So many things suddenly made so much sense, Steve and his injuries over the years, his weird relationship with Nancy and Jonathan, even the sudden personality 180.
And through the truth serum, the torture, the fire, and running down another car driven by a maniac from California, Steve was there to hold her hand, and Robin is infinitely grateful for it.
They take a job together at Family Video, attached at the hip ever since the mall burned down in July; the video store is one of the few places still hiring that summer that pays a dollar above minimum wage. 
It’s not exactly glamorous, it’s mostly restocking the shelves and rewinding tapes but it’s easy and the hours are good. 
She and Steve are able to get their shifts together most of the time, they both know this is so Keith can avoid working with Steve directly -a bonus if there ever was one. 
Things have been quiet ever since Billy’s death and the Mind Flayer’s obliteration from their world, but it’s been especially quiet since the Byer’s packed up and moved to California. 
Most of that seems to be influenced by the cloud of sadness that has draped itself over the rest of the kids and Nancy -who has been coming by more and more lately, stopping in at Family Video and lingering in the evenings, chatting with Steve while Robin shelves the returns. 
It wouldn’t even have made a blip on Robin’s radar if not for the way Steve would shut down for the rest of their close after Nancy left. 
He refuses to speak more than one word answers, refuses to engage with Robin’s one sided bantering as she balances the till and shuts down the neon Open sign.
It’s nothing like after she saw the bruises at Scoops, nothing like the quiet acknowledgement that the Harrington house wasn’t all money and sunshine the way she thought it was. 
And Robin doesn’t know what to do about it.
It’s been going on for weeks now, and she’ll be starting school again soon. She won't be able to take the same number of shifts as she could over the summer months, and Robin has no idea what will happen when she’s not there as a buffer anymore.
It’s the last week of August when she brings it up to him.
“Steve?” she says as she hands him another copy of The Terminator tape for him to rewind; it’s nearly nine at night and Nancy hasn’t been by at all today. Robin’s stomach has been in knots watching Steve watch the windows for her all night. 
He tilts his head and quirks an eyebrow at her as Robin breathes in deeply through her nose, her heart suddenly in her throat. 
“Just,” she bites her lip, “what is going on with you and Nancy?” 
Oh, perfect, real subtle.
All at once Steve’s face shutters.  
“No, come on, don’t do that,” Robin wheedles, stepping in front of him, “Steve, just talk to me--”
“There’s nothing to talk about, just drop it Robin,” he bites out as he steps around her to grab the returns cart and wheel it over to the New Release shelf.
“No, nope,” she huffs, walking quickly to the other side of the cart and grab the handles, “this is against all the laws of best-friendom”.
“That's not a word,” he mumbles tiredly, reaching up to pinch his nose and close his eyes. 
Ah shit. 
“Dingus, Steve,” Robin says softly as she lets go of the handles and steps closer into his space, “talk to me?”
Steve hesitates, seeming to chew the words or the inside of his cheek - she can’t quite tell at this point, before he blinks once, twice, his eyes rapidly becoming shinier by the second.
Oh double shit.
He shakes his head and turns away from her sharply and Robin doesn’t know what to do with her hands as Steve takes a deep wobbly breath. 
“It’s okay you know,” she finds herself saying softly as she takes a step closer, “to cry?”
Steve barks out a wet laugh and shakes his head again, still not looking at her.
“I don’t know what to do, like literally,” Robin whispers in a panicked voice, “can I, I mean, do you want a hug?”
He nods but doesn’t move as Robin steps even closer to wrap her arms loosely around his waist, he’s stiff in her embrace but slowly begins to relax the longer they stand there - as though he’s not used to something like this.
“You don’t have to tell me anything, but I am here if you want to talk, or if you even just want to vent - man I want to vent,” Robin says, pulling back slightly to look Steve in the eyes, “don’t take this the wrong way, but what the hell is Nancy doing?”
Steve stills in her arms but she keeps going, “honestly, aren’t she and Jonathan still dating?” 
“Like I get that he’s all the way in California but why is she coming in here, and don’t tell me it's about the movies --she never asks me to help find anything, just you, and half the time she doesn't even end up renting anything?”
Robin stops as Steve’s breath hitches once, “it's not fair to you,” she finishes lamely, her voice petering out as Steve nods and sighs, finally bringing his own arms around Robin’s shoulders to draw her closer and bury his face in her hair.
“Thank you,” he whispers in her ear as he squeezes her tight enough to leave her nearly breathless.
“You’re the only person I can actually talk to that won’t think less of me about, about everything,” he whispers into her hair, Robin’s hands twitch as she fists his work vest between her fingers. 
“I think, you are the single best thing to have happened to me in the last like, two years Robs,” the words are constricted, as though he has to drag them out, “and…I need to tell you something”.
Robin nods as he pulls away this time to look at her, his red rimmed eyes trace over her face, just like they had at Scoops all those months ago.
“I,” he swallows and drops his gaze to the floor, “I don’t…feel that way about Nancy anymore,” Steve says quietly. 
“But you seem so upset whenever she leaves, you were looking for her today?” Robin says, confusion painting her words. 
Steve sighs and tips his head back this time, looking at the ceiling as though the answer is hidden among the ceiling tiles and water stains. 
“It's complicated, I…” his mouth opens and closes for a beat, “I am sad for her that Jonathan is gone - he was a better fit for Nancy, way better than me,” he mutters and looks at Robin once more. 
“And I know what she's doing, coming in here all the time, she’s lonely, but that's not why I’m upset Birdy”.
Robin frowns, “then what--”
“There’s this guy,” Steve blurts out, speaking over her in a rush.
Robin feels herself stop breathing, what?
His chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as he continues, “I-I’ve never told anyone this before”.
“Okay, okay,” Robin whispers, rubbing soothing circles into his back as he moves even closer and drops his head to her shoulder. 
“I don’t know what to do,” he murmurs into her vest and hair, his breath warm and wet as his chest stutters and heaves. 
“It’s okay,” she says again, repeating the words she’s told herself the last three years, “you’re okay”.
“Loving Nancy is easy, but I…” he sniffs and breathes out, Robin feels a gathering wetness on her shoulder but it only makes her hug him harder.
“But you don’t,” she says softly, finishing his sentence for him.
Steve nods and lets out another shaky breath, finally lifting his face from her shoulder.
He’s a mess, face red and blotchy, tear tracks and snot shine in the streetlights from outside the video store window. Steve’s eyes are red and puffy and his mouth has stretched into an uncharacteristic frown that makes Robin’s chest ache. 
Now Robin’s mother may have been an expert on making people feel better no matter the occasion, but Robin was an expert on putting her foot in her mouth and making Steve laugh.
And the latter felt much more appropriate at this moment. 
“I mean, you’ve come to the right person at any rate,” she says sagely, reaching up to wipe a loose tear from his nose, he snorts and bats her hand away.
“I’m serious, if anyone is an expert in gay pining, it’s me, I’ve seen it all, if you want pointers in watching from afar and daydreaming about your illegal wedding, I’m your lady”.
Steve laughs and steps back to wipe his face roughly with both hands, it does nothing to sooth the puffy skin beneath his eyes but at least the last trace of tears are gone. 
“I’m also an expert,” she chews her lip for a moment, considering carefully how to put it into words, “on how all of this feels, and how new and scary it can be,” she says softly, “trust me, I’ve been there”. 
Steve nods, his eyes shining all over again as he tugs Robin closer into another bone crushing hug.
Just in time for the bell above the door to chime. 
Well shit.
They step away from one another, glad for the distance from the front door to the counter, knowing exactly how that might have looked to the average customer so late into the evening.
“Hey man,” Robin calls out as Steve turns away from the door to hide his face, “just letting you know we close in five so…”
The man nods, he looks familiar, Robin’s fairly certain she’s seen him at school but she can’t remember the name. 
His wild curly hair and jean vest decked out in patches and pins scream, ‘Metal-Head’, as does the ever present cloud of tobacco and weed smell that follows him and around the shelves. He makes a beeline for the small horror section at the back and grabs a tape before making his way to the counter. 
“No worries Buckley, knew exactly what I wanted, I won’t hold you and Harrington up --hey man,” he says brightly, two dimples bloom as he smiles in Steve's direction who flinches at being addressed. 
Steve slowly turns and tries for a smile, “hey Eddie,” he mumbles.
Eddie’s smile drops as his eyes trace over Steve’s face, “woah, what happened sweet-uh,” he looks at Robin once before moving back to Steve, “dude, uh, sweet dude?”
Oh no fucking way.
Steve clears his throat, his cheeks slowly getting pinker the longer Eddie and Robin stare at him, “nothing, I promise, um are you still okay to take Dustin to Indy tomorrow to the hobby shop?”
Eddie nods and smiles, though there’s still a hint of worry in his eyes as he slides the tape over the counter, “wouldn’t miss it, gotta get that kid ready for Hellfire initiation after all,” he says with a wink.
“I figured if you didn’t have anything after we could watch this at mine,” Eddie continues nervously this time, gesturing to the tape Steve scans through. 
For the third time since she’s known Steve, Robin feels as though she’s witnessing something she shouldn’t, only this time it doesn’t fill her with anxiety or uncertainty, and she’s never felt more invisible.
“I’d like that,” Steve says softly as Eddie beams at him, wrapping his knuckles against the counter as he hands Steve three one dollar bills.
“Sounds like a plan my liege,” Eddie hums as he bows with a flourish, coaxing a laugh out of Steve who is smiling like a loon beside Robin, “you bring the popcorn, I’ll take care of everything else,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks backwards towards the entrance before tipping an imaginary hat in farewell as he disappears out the door.
“That is not pining!” Robin shrieks as she whirls around on Steve the moment they see Eddie get into his van, “that was full blown flirting, how long has this been going on??”
“I’m sorry--”
“Nuh uh, you’ve been getting kissy with him, and you didn’t tell me? You got to have your first kiss before me??”
“We haven’t kissed Robin, christ we haven’t done anything--”
“Life is so fucking unfair, you had to be a ‘ladies’ and a ‘man’s’ man, huh?” She scoffs as she walks to the front of the store and switches off the sign and bolts the door for good measure.
Robin turns around only to find Steve staring at her, a nervous expression warps his normally handsome face.
Dammit.
She rolls her eyes and sighs, “I am still so proud of you for telling me, but you have to admit this is unjust,” she mutters in what she hopes is a reassuring voice.
“You think he likes me then?” Steve wonders aloud as he looks from Robin to the door that Eddie left through with a small smile.
Robin drops her face into her hands, this is the man she’s chosen for her platonic soul-mate?
“You are literally going on a date tomorrow,” she grumbles irritatedly, “I watched him ask you out, not even ten seconds ago Steve”.
The smile he sends her way is blinding, and once again Robin is reminded just how much she loves this doofus, how she never would have imagined herself here as a freshman with a trumpet.
“You are calling me after,” she demands as Steve pops the till to begin cashing out while Robin hops up to sit on the counter and fill out the paperwork, “if I can’t teach you about pining then you damn well owe me a class about dating”.
Steve laughs brightly as he lays down the bills and change, giving Robin a soft grin which she returns, finally feeling as though she knows Steve Harrington much better than most.
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corvase · 2 years
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Heeey 💞💞 i love your prompts 💝 can you please do childhood best friends to lovers with mutual pining prompts<3 3 pls thx <3
thank u!!! <3 😭😭
mutual pining childhood best friends to lovers prompts
feel free to use <3
“i thought you stopped dating x.” “well i thought you stopped dating y.”
the understanding from everyone around them that they’re 100% in love and are the only ones who don’t see it
the #argument that triggers the confession because their friendship is at stake
scene cuts between them playing in the sand or at e/os houses versus hanging out in each other’s rooms or going out when they’re older
childhood best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers !?!?!?!?!?!?!!
^^ like the ‘new kid’ at school but not new because i have known them for like years and just lost touch!!!!!!
“you can talk to me, whatever it is.” “i don’t think i can.”
^^ but that convo means even more because the character saying “you can talk to me” likes them and is praying to GOD that they’re about to confess
if/when they ever have feelings of “maybe we’ve outgrown this friendship bc i don’t think we’re friends anymore” but they just feel like it’s more (romantically)
the argument of “maybe we don’t know each other like we did before” but it translates to “maybe we just don’t feel the same way we did before”
“what’s with you lately?” “there’s nothing ‘with’ me, okay? i just…”
“i like you and i have since we were younger.” “i’m calling bull.”
“i don’t… feel the same way i did before.” “what, do you don’t want to be friends anymore??????” “can you just listen for five freaking minutes.”
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promptingyou · 1 year
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(blank) to lovers
classmates who always end up sitting beside each other bc their last names start with the same letter
comedic duo side character friends who seem very platonic in group settings but show more vulnerability when they spend some time alone
academic rivals who eventually find out they both work hard for the same (usually tragic) reason
co-workers at a very fancy (and expensive) cafe who originally only know each other based on their customer service persona but eventually get to know the real them
town tarot card reader and local newspaper skeptic
star athlete and the (physically), weakest assistant manager known to exist
strangers who meet on the last train out of town: one having had the best day of their life and the other having had the worst (like that meme lmao)
best friend of the class clown and best friend of the class president
chronically online nerd and off the grid farmer
friend of a friend of a friend of a friend
fake dating (but as spies or something in a life or death situation)
penpals since they were 13, vowed to never meet in person, but did so accidentally
airport crush to crush at the resort your family is staying at for a family reunion to return flight airport crush
neighbours who end up helping each other since each of their weaknesses are perfectly supported by the other's strengths
minimalist friend and maximalist friend
small craft supply store part-timer and camp counselor
two friends who have endlessly convinced themselves that they have no romantic feelings for each other but eventually realize that theyre the only one for them when it's almost too late
exes to platonic co stars in a movie/show/play
met on a dating app and eventually went on a date bc they thought it would result in a funny story but actually it led
caterer and florist who both work with an insufferable wedding planner
new years kiss with a stranger at a grubby local bar
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skriveting · 2 years
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A bunch of different dialogue prompts #67
"Don't push your luck."
"I came alone."
"How you doing, champ?" "Don't call me that."
"I'll let you know."
"How are you still alive?!" "That's a long story."
"A hello would've been nice."
"I'm out of here."
"Get me out of this wretched torture device!" "Get a hold of yourself, it's just a turtleneck sweater-" "I am suffocating!!"
"Yes, it's terrible, and yes, I love it."
"Would you let go already?!"
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siriusly-writes · 4 months
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try and convince me I’m wrong I DARE YOU
ENEMIES TO LOVERS IN THE REAL WORLD ONLY WORKS IF ITS GAY OR SAPPHIC
again
ENEMIES 👏TO 👏LOVERS 👏ONLY 👏WORKS 👏IN 👏THE 👏REAL 👏WORLD👏 IF 👏ITS👏 GAY 👏OR 👏SAPPHIC👏
When it’s hetero in the real world with no outside influence and it’s proper enemies to lovers not academic rivals or like you annoy me but we banter like there is no intellectual war it becomes PETTY IMMATURE PATHETIC AND TOXIC
And more than often ends up with one of them literally abusing the other.
In this essay I will-
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me-writes-prompts · 3 days
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-:“We just got together but I already love them” Wholesome new couple prompts:-
(AHH I RANDOMLY GOT THIS IDEA AND HAD TO DO IT. please tag me if you write any of these :’)
By @me-writes-prompts
“Can I…may I hug you?” They ask softly, when you’re done ranting about an exhausting day you had. (🥺❤️‍🩹)
Planning a picnic and making them food even if you’re an amateur cook, in hopes you’ll impress them more🫶🏽
^^ “Did you make this?” “Yes…is it not good? I’m sorry.” “No, no. It’s good, heck, it’s great!”
The way their eyes light up when their partner comes to them.
Leaving little notes by their bedside with a kiss on their forehead. AHHH
“Ok…so, umm I made this playlist for our first month anniversary. I hope it’s not too bad!” “Omg, this is- I can’t believe it! I always wanted someone to make me a playlist!”
Getting them way too many gifts for their birthday.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, baby.”
The little kisses they share throughout their day, and getting absolutely flustered over it because it’s all so new
Cuddle session every. Other. Night.
Cooking their favorite meal together
Constant compliments and the little things they notice about each other as they grow together
Baking cookies for their families as it’s their first Christmas!
^^ “Your cookie looks better than mine!” “No, your does!” “No, yours!” “No-” And they just pull them in a kiss to shut them up with a smile already forming on their lips.
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unboundprompts · 6 months
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Can I get prompts for two rivals/frenemies who start to bond over Horror films and Mystery/Detective books?
Thank you!
Prompts for Rivals Bonding over Horror Movies and Mystery Books
-> cw for spoiling the ending of some popular movies and books.
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
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Character A glanced up as B sat down across from them. They rustled through their bag and finally settled as they opened a book. "What are you reading?" A asked, returning to the paper they were working on.
"Murders in the Rue Morgue," B responded.
"Oh."
It was silent for a few minutes as A continued to type on their laptop. Finally, without looking up from their work, A casually said, "A monkey did it."
B paused in their reading to look up at them. After a beat, they chuckled. "Very funny, A. No way would I believe that."
A showed no sign of even hearing their comment, still typing away. A few more minutes passed before B slammed their book down on the table. Character A looked up at them with a smirk.
B glowered at them. "You motherfucker."
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"You haven't seen the Conjuring movies?"
"No, they don't seem that interesting."
"Okay, buddy. Come over to my house tonight at six, and you can tell me if they 'don't seem interesting to you' after we watch all three."
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Character A reached over to see what book B was reading. And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.
"Good choice," A said nonchalantly, pulling out a book of their own.
B seemed taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Thanks," they said. "It's pretty good so far."
"Any ideas on who the killer is?"
B shrugged, flipping back a couple of pages. "Vera maybe? She seems too innocent to actually be innocent."
"No," A responded. "It's the retired judge. You don't expect it to be him because he faked his death."
"I'm going to kill you." B seethed. "What are you reading?"
A snickered. "Murder on the Orient Express, which I know you haven't read."
B pulled out their phone. "No, I haven't, but I just looked it up. 'Ratchett's true identity is revealed: he was John Cassetti, Daisy's kidnapper and murderer.'"
Character A snapped their book closed. "I hate you."
"We're even now. Don't let it happen again."
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Character A leapt out of the way as B came running past them. "Where are you going?" They yelled after them.
B slowed, but only for a brief moment. They continued to walk in the direction they were heading as they yelled back to A. "Character C just texted that they were going to watch Human Centipede! I've got to stop them before it changes them forever!"
A's heart ran cold. "Oh God," they whispered before sprinting after Character B.
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Character B stared at the book that A had just shoved into their hands. They raised a brow at them. "What's this?"
"Arthur Conan Doyle," A responded matter of factly. "Thought you'd like it."
"Oddly touching. You better not spoil this one."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
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A torn piece of paper fell out of the book Character B was reading. It was scribbled in Character A's unmistakable handwriting.
'Jack Stapleton killed him so he would inherit the estate.'
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mangocherri · 1 year
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Enemies to friends prompts:
CW for mention of death
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Hugging each other after an argument only for them to playfully suplex the other, and then laughing about it
Reminiscing the old times, thinking about how far they have come
Trying not to crack a smile at a dumb joke they told
Taking a stance after they see their enemy approaching them, thinking they’re about to attack, when they suddenly pull them in for a hug
Switching from using last names to nicknames (like buddy, pal, etc.) to refer to each other
Helping each other take down a common enemy and becoming friends in the process
Not believing them at first when they compliment them on something
Finding their enemy injured and treating their wounds
Bickering like they used to, but now it’s more endearing than annoying
Feeling very awkward in the beginning because this was the very person they wanted to kill, but now they’re an ally so they have to be nice, regardless of how annoying they are
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Dialogue:
“Well, what are you waiting for? Just kill me and be done with it!” || “…I can’t do that”
“Are you here to mock me?” || “Uhm… no. I just wanted to check up on you”
“Do you think… if things didn’t go the way they did… we could’ve been friends?”
“You? Taking care of me? Are you sure you aren’t the one who has hit their head instead?” || “Geez, can’t you be grateful for once?”
“I kinda miss the old days” || “What, you want me to stab you?”
“You’re so stupid” || “Your influence” || “Hey-”
“You defended me?” || “Yeah, well, we’re friends now… isn’t that what they’re suppose to do?”
“You forgot our anniversary!” || “What anniversary?” || “The day you first tried to kill me!”
“It’s funny how fast time goes by… I still remember the times you tried to capture me as if it was yesterday”
“I’m glad we’re friends now”
(X)
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