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me-writes-prompts · 2 months

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-:"I wish you were mine." The tragic lovers prompts-:

(The angst? omgggg, the ANGST. Get your tissues ready, you're about to sob your eyes out. My fave is the 10th one, AHHH)

By @me-writes-prompts

"I wanted to tell you once that 'I love you', but I never got the chance."

"We can't be together. Not now. Not ever." "Please don't say that. Please."

"If I knew this is how we were going to turn out, I would never have confessed my love to you. I would never have wanted you to die."

"Is this the end?" They say with a void in their heart while they gaze at their lover's still body that hasn't moved for the past 24 hours.

"I love you." "They will kill you if you say that again."

"I want to be with you forever. In this lifetime and the next lifetime."

"They know about this. About us." "No, no. Please. I can't live without you, you know that. I love you. Please."

"This was bound to happen, you knew. Yet, you still chose...to be with me. Why?" "If I knew the end, there was nothing holding me back from beginning it. From beginning our love."

"Don't say goodbye. This is not a goodbye. It never was, and never will be."

"Please just stay. Stay until I breathe my last words, until my hands stop reaching for you, until my eyes go numb. Stay until I wither away."

"My love for you will never cease, even if I do." They say, with their forehead attached to the other's, and teary eyes.

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seaside-writings · 10 months

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Prompt #1,106

"You're not something I'm afraid of, darling; you're something I worship,"

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questionable-prompts · 1 year

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Prompt #113

“Today’s been a bad day. Can we cuddle and watch my favorite comfort movie? Please?”

Already building a giant pile out of blankets and pillows, “Come here, love.”

#questionable prompts #dialogue prompt #writing prompts #love prompt #comfort prompt #couple prompts #dialogue #dialogue prompts #prompt #story prompt #story prompts #prompts #writing prompt #character dialogue #love prompts #comfort prompts #prompt 113

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onlybooksandrandomthings · 6 months

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Prompt 104

“I’d rather live with the pain of losing you than live with the regret of never having loved you!”

#angst #angst prompt #prompt #writing prompts #story prompt #dialogue prompt #fic prompt #love prompt #Random ThingsP

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incorrectprompts · 2 years

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Prompt #318

“How could I not love you?”

#prompt #imagine your otp #dialogue prompt #prompts #writing prompt #otp prompt #roleplay prompt #angst prompt #angst #otp prompts #rp prompt #romance prompt #love prompt

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writers-block-dead · 2 years

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Hero x Villain

Villain circles the Hero who is tied up to a post, eyeing them carefully but with an obvious air of confidence aimed to scare the hero. “You told them exactly where to find me-”

“That’s not true!” The Hero desperately cries to the Villain, holding in sobs of fear and regret.

“They circled me, destroyed my home,” The Villain is seething at this point. They stopped circling the Hero and instead, stands in front of them, eyes level with each other. A look of pure hatred sends the Hero into a spiral within their own mind. “You made me think you cared about me!” “I do! I do!” The Hero cries. “I love you,” it comes out as a broken murmur. In an instant, the Villain looms closer in front of the hero’s face. Close enough that the Hero can smell the ashes of the Villain’s home. Close enough that if the Hero were not tied up, one simple lean forward and they could kiss those lips they used to call home. But instead of moving any closer to their lips, the Villain’s mouth sit’s dangerously close to the Hero’s ear and in a soothing but malicious voice, the Villain whispers,

“I don’t believe you.”

#hero #writing #writing prompt #story #story prompt #villain #villain x hero #hero x villain #creative writing #love prompt #romance prompt #almost whump #betrayal prompt #betrayal #is it betrayal though?#we will never know #muwahahaha #mostly cause I also dont know

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jkoningen · 1 year

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I’d do anything for you.

[Blurb; Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader]

-- This is from a story I was dedicated to finishing, and then my ADHD brain shut that idea down, so here's little something from the story. Also, it's pretty long, oops.

Enjoy ❤️

Warning: mentions of smoking.

“Yes, Pretty Boy?” You smile at Reid before going into your purse to grab your cigarettes. He watches you while frowning. He didn’t like you smoke; none of the team did, but they let it slide, as you’ve mentioned; it's occassional. You fix your grey pencil skirt and white blouse, walking over to Reid and sitting on the edge of his desk. “I’m trying to quit, I promise.” You lean over and kiss his forehead. He nods without saying another and smiles. You stand and walk out of the bullpen and into the elevator, making your way out of the building and to the smoker limit area.

You light your cigarette and sigh in relief once your first cloud is out. You were trying to quit, but you found smoking and drinking were the only way to solve your problems currently. As you stand around, you watch people walk by and suddenly notice a man approaching the corner, walking toward you. He was intriguing. His hair was a dark brown, and he had a crisp jawline and a gentle smile. He was stunning.

You turn on your heels to put out your cigarette, clearing your throat before turning back to be face-to-face with the man. Blushing, you swallow hard and smile at him, “Hi there.”

“I couldn’t help but notice a pretty girl like yourself out here alone.” He chuckles softly with a wink. You couldn’t help but smile. “I’m Joey,” he extends his hand for a shake, and you gladly put your hand in his to shake. His hands were soft and warm to the touch.

“I’m (y/n), but people call me [your nickname].” You cross your arms under your bust. Nodding, he places his hands in his pockets and chuckles. Soon his phone starts to ring. He pulls his phone from his pocket and sighs at the caller ID, muting it.

“I have to run, but maybe we should grab a drink sometime?” He opens his phone and soon points the Contacts app in your direction, motioning for you to fill in one. You take his phone and put your name and number in, giving it back for him to keep his genuine smile. “I’ll text you later.” Winking, he turns on his heels and marches back in the direction he first came from.

You held your smile even when walking back toward the building and up into the bullpen. Walking back towards your desk, you try to suppress your smile and become unnoticeable, but soon Spencer walks over and sits on the edge of your desk.

“Hey, [your nickname], I was thinking we should,” he pauses, his smile turning into a grin, “why are you smiling, or trying not to smile?”

“What do you mean? I’m just always happy to see you.” You choke on your words; even if it wasn’t completely a lie, it was for another reason you didn’t want to share with him.

“Oh, well, I’m always happy to see you too.” Spencer opens his mouth to talk again but is soon interrupted by JJ calling everyone to meet in the round table room. You and Reid stand, walking up to the conference room together.

Reid sat behind you like he always did. He would braid small sections of your hair as you leaned back in your chair. You two were joined at the hip ever since you two joined the BAU together.

Everyone settled down as JJ passed around the file. As soon as JJ began talking, your phone lit up as it was muted, and you peeked over to see an unknown number, but as soon as the face ID was processed, you read it was from Joey. You smile as you lean back in your chair and continue listening to JJ and the team members speaking about the case.

Reid leans forward and whispers in your ear, his breath running down your neck, “Who is that?”

Shaking the shiver down your back, you lean closer and whisper, “no one.” Soon, everyone stands as Hotch mentions to be on the plane in 30. You stand and quickly place your phone in your pocket and walk out. As you made it to your desk, you took your phone out and read the message and replied.

[[Hey, it’s Joey! Hoping we could go out for a drink tonight?]] - Joey

[Hey! I would love to, but I have to go to Idaho for a case, but once I return, we have to!]

[[Damn, well, I wish you the best of luck! Text me anytime, ok?!]] - Joey

[Thanks. I hope to hear from you this weekend.]

You smiled once again before putting your phone back in your pocket. You grab your go bag and purse, and as soon as you’re about to turn and walk out of the bullpen, you hit a body. You face Reid and shuffle back, slightly flushed, “Sorry, handsome.”

He didn’t smile. He groaned, walking past you and out of the bullpen.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x female reader #short story #blurb #fanfiction #romance #love prompt #criminal minds #reader insert #jksquad

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here-haveaprompt · 2 years

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“Would you kiss me?” “Would you kiss me back?”

#writing prompt #my prompt #prompt #dialogue prompt #love prompt #fluff prompt #romance prompt

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Hi canni request for a character(s) of your choice with reader(s) or OC(s) with the following prompt?

person A is not ready for a straightforward "I love you" just yet, however they want B to know that they do love them, so "here's a very specific sentence that I'm sure you'll get when no one else would because [internal reference between us two that was built up earlier in the story at a very intimate moment]" ?

Please and thank you? You're a beautiful writer and I couldn't help but send something in

Dear anon, as promised (and for me, with 3 minutes to spare) here is your story.

I went with Lindir because it was easiest, but you are free to request another character if you want to see someone specific ❤️

Words: 1,2k

Characters: Lindir x reader

Warnings: there's worms and birds

“You have to tell them sooner or later,” Lord Elrond laughed, genuine care warming his voice, “this is no way to go about it!”

Lindir nodded – he was only too aware of that – but he was not yet ready to put his helpless devotion into so many words; for weeks now, he had been working on a song he would perform – ears burning and hands sweating – at the upcoming celebration, in hopes that you’d catch the deep meaning in it and recognise a romanticised recounting of your slowly unfurling acquaintance.

He called it ‘romanticised’ because he was sure that you had not experienced all that had happened in the same way, and he was terrified that none of the episodes he had painstakingly turned into poetry had meant anything at all to you to begin with.

How could he be so sure? It was evident to him that – had you even the slightest inkling of how your joyous laughter upon having a butterfly land on your hand or how your adorable pouting whenever a cloud obscured the sun made him feel – there would have been no need for songs or declarations of any sort.

You were a force of nature and he had ever been an admirer – guarded, shy, and passive – of that particular kind of beauty; he was stolid and faithful but not brazen enough to conquer your heart and soul in a storm of brave deeds.

Some called it ‘playing the long game’ as if he was pursuing some nefarious, cunning plan when, in truth, he was just washed along in the gurgling brook that was your life.

Would you ever come to see him as more than just a fixture of Imladris? Would you ever lift your eyes and look upon him like you stared – wide-eyed with wonder – at the night sky or a newly opened blossom?

He could only hope that, one day, seeing how steadfast and devoted he was in his quiet affection, you’d find charm in him as well.

As you could easily marvel at the strength of an old tree and smile at the ever-same sun, he kept a secret flame of unquenchable hope in his heart, only dwarfed by the fire of his hidden ardour for your incomparably precious essence.

Oh, he loved you so much it was tearing him apart at the seams and yet, the words to admit his feelings – grown too expansive and complex to drag into the open without breaking down the walls protecting his heart – just wouldn’t come to him.

“Lindir,” you chirped upon catching a glimpse of him, standing as still as a statue in the middle of the expansive gardens of the beautiful realm you called your home, “how are you today?”

He turned around like a startled deer, his eyes huge and slightly apprehensive in expression, before a soft smile dispelled the temporary clouds hanging heavy on his fair brow.

“I’ve been on the lookout for the birds you thought you had heard yesterday,” he informed you stiffly, “it seems you’ve been – once again – right, my friend, and there’s a nest with young’uns only just hatched ahead.”

Leave it to Lindir to remember a passing comment of yours and investigate, you thought fondly as warmth flooded your body and crept into your face; you were not even entirely sure if he himself was fully aware of how much his gentle understanding truly meant to you.

In fact, the others – this much was clear to you – mainly thought that both of you were rather peculiar and that your shared interest in things of the natural or poetic order was the sole reason for the earnest and – at times – mysterious bond between you and the minstrel.

Many things – that were trivial at best to others – held a deep meaning to you, and being heard, seen, and respected in the unobtrusive way Lindir heeded you was a treasure you would not cheapen by explaining it to those who’d never even begin to understand its importance.

Before you could plough ahead though, his hand shot out and opened like a flower revealing the pale silkiness of its most fragile petals; he had been holding worms in his palm this whole time.

With the exception of Lord Elrond, he might well have been the only person you believed to be able to keep a living thing cradled in the crook of his hand without crushing it.

“Observe and care,” he whispered, repeating the words you had spoken in laughter, enthusiasm, admonishment, or anger a thousand times before.

“Lindir, you’re the very best,” you chuckled and stepped closer to his still immobile form; fretful as a baby bird, fragile as a moonflower, and beautiful as the sunrise, your dear friend was the beating heart of this place for you.

Your fingertips brushed his skin as you took the squirming sacrifice – dug out by his own cares as was proven by the dirt under his usually impeccably manicured nails – and held them gingerly in your own twitching hands.

He would accompany you frequently – ever mindful of both you and your surroundings – and, moreover, he would sacrifice invaluable increments of his personal time to research and creation for your sake.

Many were the songs he had composed in order to attract and pacify the birds you so longed to see and, by now, they came and flocked to him as soon as the first notes resounded.

“Am I?” he asked dubitatively, matching your careful steps as you approached the designated tree and held out his hands to give you a boost. His hands were precious – not only to himself but to all of Rivendell – and yet, he had never hesitated to put them at your service.

Reciting a passage about this particular kind of winged wonder – information he had no doubt begged and graciously obtained from Erestor – he held you aloft as you put the worms into a hollow of the tree branch so the fledglings’ parents might find them easily.

There were hints of a deeper affection in the way he spoke your name, testaments to his devotion to your hare-brained ideas in the wisdom he dispensed so humbly, and indications of his loyalty in his perfect recall of every single secret you’d ever entrusted him with and yet, you could never be absolutely sure if you were not merely mistaking friendship for something else.

“Thank you for remembering,” you whispered when – standing loosely within the half-sketched but not half-hearted embrace of his slender arms – you looked up into his luminous face.

“It was important to you,” he muttered softly as if that was a sufficient explanation for the pains he had taken, “and I’ve made sure that you could break your fast under this very tree.”

He nodded ponderously at the servant approaching, a picnic basket in hand, and spread his long, elegant fingers in invitation.

Throwing one furtive glance at the nest – source of insistent chirping now – he saw the parent arrive and feed the worms to their progeny eagerly; for now, this would have to be enough.

Sooner or later, the baby birds would leave the nest and – suddenly struck by inspiration and purpose – Lindir decided that this would be his signal to confess his feelings to you as well.

On this beautiful morning though, both the grown bird and he would watch their most cherished miracles eat cheerfully, dreading and yet hopefully anticipating that day of freedom that would either be their biggest success or their worst failure.

So, I hope this was to your satisfaction, my dearest anon!

Thank you for sending in a request :D

Lots of love from me ❤️

Taglist for Lindir being a tit: @sorisooyaa, @heilith, @mismaeve, @eunoiaastralwings

If you liked this, I'd be happy about every comment and reblog <3

#request #IDNMT answers #anon request #fanfiction #ficlet #Lindir #Lindir x reader #love prompt #Lindir is a tit #there's birds

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theroseswiththethorns · 1 year

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“Better safe than sorry.” I shrugged.

“Ha, is that why you want to make me your first kiss?” they asked with a smug grin and a raised eyebrow.

“The door’s right there if you spontaneously regret it.”

“Fine! Fine, I’ll kiss you dammit.” they said with a sigh.

#writblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #creative writing #fluff prompts #lovers #writerblr #writing prompt #writing community #writing inspo #writing snippet #short prompt #snippet #love prompt #love prompts #Friends to lovers

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me-writes-prompts · 7 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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seaside-writings · 1 year

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Prompt #958

"Heh, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I've never seen someone so stunning in all my life

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questionable-prompts · 1 year

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Prompt #102

“Bro I think I’m in love you.”

“Dude I’ve been in love with you since, like, 4th grade. Wait, aren’t we dating??.”

“What?? Since when??”

“Since I asked you to the Winter Gala in 8th grade! Remember? I was so nervous I dropped the cake I brought for you in your mom’s back seat?”

“You were asking me out??”

“Bruh! We go everywhere together! We moved in together so we could cuddle more! We hold hands constantly! We are literally right now!”

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hopelesslyromanticposts · 1 year

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good!demon and bad!god au

demon: priest. there is yet time. it is never too late to change. priest: do you think me a fool to forsake the Lord? you-you stand for everything that is evil. you have no mercy. demon: i may be a demon, holy one, but i am not cruel. nor am i heartless. i simply stand against your God. priest: precisely! you stand against all that is good, that is righteous, that is compassionate, that is kind. demon: *chuckles softly* you misunderstand, oh holy one. i do not stand against what He stands for. i stand against what He is.

#aka god isn't a good force #poor misunderstood demon #okay now i can see this as a priestxdemon au #someone pls write this #or maybe i should #prompt #love prompt #uh if you're religious pls don't kill me #for fun #would this be counted as paganist #*chuckles* im in danger #*prepares to get banned from tumblr*#got my inspo from el tango egoista #el tango egoista

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sprinklesdonut15 · 2 years

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Just <333 Dialogue Prompts:

“Speak up.”

“Mhm?”

“Say please.”

“Wanna say that again?”

“Oh yeah? Make me.”

“You’re so stupid.”

“Good girl.”