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youneedsomeprompts · 4 months
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~ OBLIVIOUS PINING ~ PROMPTS about denial of feelings
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requested by: anonymous request: how can i resolve very heavy denial of feelings? it doesn’t feel organic to just have a “oh crap, i like them” moment for this specific character
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changing their behaviour towards the other person before they realise their own feelings
doing something nice for the other impulsively
growing softer in their attitude towards the other
finding themselves daydreaming about the other
being annoyed by how much the other occupies their thoughts/their daily life
realising certain single traits of the other they like/adore
being in the other's debt, so they can't hate them so much anymore, they 'have to' like them at least a little
getting flustered when the other is nice to them
realising they're feeling much better when they know that the other is happy
enjoying making the other smile
^ and being worried afterwards about these new strange sensations towards the other's happiness
*eye-rolling* "Well, I guess I can do that for you."
feeling bad when they're treating the other shitty
feeling bad when they're ignoring the other
telling themselves that they can be nice without that having to mean they like the other (that's totally normal, right? to give someone a gift and it doesn't mean anything)
A talking to C about B: "Yes, we're getting along better now. But I mean, it's normal, right? To do nice things, even though you weren't on good terms just a week ago. People change. Relationships change. But that doesn't mean we like each other, alright?"
spending hours wondering who the other actually is and what they mean to them
"Nothing has changed." *when in fact, everything has changed*
"It has always been like this." *when in fact, they're losing their mind about not seeing sooner how it has actually been*
"Come on, it can't come as a big surprise to you." *when in fact, it's the biggest surprise to themselves*
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pendarling · 18 days
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Confessing & Leading To A Confession Dialogue Prompts
“Look, I know I’m not what your dream partner would’ve looked like, but I think we could work.”
“Fuck, I… I think I’m in love with you.”
“This is gonna sound crazy, but what if we… y’know got together?”
“Whenever I see you with someone else I can’t help but feel hurt."
“There isn’t anyone else but me! I’m the one!”
"There's a reason why I kissed you, idiot."
“No, wait, I have something to tell you.”
"I don't know... but I feel a lot of different things when I look at your face."
“How could you be so blind? I’m right here.”
"Don't make me say it out loud."
"My attention is always undivided for you"
"There's something I've been keeping from you."
"You already know what I'm about to say."
"I want to be more than what this is."
"I don't go around telling everyone these things you know."
"It's real this time. Not a fleeting love."
"You're my priority."
"Don't feel ashamed, it's mutual."
"But I don't want them, I want you."
"You need me just as much as I need you."
"Our future-- or-- I mean..."
"Is that door locked properly?" "Yeah." "Okay, I need to get this off my chest now."
"Sorry I've been avoiding you. I knew we couldn't see each other if I couldn't keep myself under control."
"It's not your fault I got all these ideas in my head."
"Maybe I'm crazy, but I started to imagine what I'd do without you and I really couldn't"
"Just promise to return I have something I need to share with you."
"Had I known all this would've happened, I would've told you the truth from the start."
"I was thinking about it and I've decided it's best if I just told you everything."
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dumplingsjinson · 1 year
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List of “God, I’m so in love with you but I’m also a coward, so hiding my feelings it is” prompts 
“Your flirt game is so bad, no wonder you’re still single.” “My flirt game isn’t bad, and the person I like is a fucking idiot. That’s why I’m still single.” “…Okay, but why are you looking at me like that?”
“Why don’t you go marry them if you like them that much?” “…[Name], are you… Are you jealous?” “Am not.”
“You keep sabotaging my dates, and for why?” “Because… Because I know when someone’s an asshole and I don’t want you dating an asshole?”
“My God,” Character A whispers, brushing a strand of hair from Character B’s face; hears the distinct hitch of breath. “You’re so dense,” Character A says. “I’m not… I’m not dense,” Character B breathes out, leaning into Character A’s touch.
“You’re as dense as a cabbage, [name].” 
“I would never like you that way.” “Oh, well, neither would I!” 
“You’re always getting your heart broken.” “I wouldn’t be getting my heart broken if someone knew how to read the signs.”
“Why do you keep calling me an idiot in front of other people?” “Because you are an idiot.”
“Stop putting your arm around my waist. It’s so…” “…So?” “It’s weird, and I hate it. Because it’s doing things to me that I don’t like.” 
“I’d never date you even if we were the last two people in this world. It goes against our friendship code,” Character A says, and Character B tries to hide the twinge of hurt crossing their face. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t want to date you anyway, even if it were an option.” 
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chxrrydrxp · 18 days
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ok so i'm so in with your theme rn and i loved your after car with jason drabble but what i really came here to say imagine poor jason todd realizes he's in love in dick's girlfriend. he doesn't say anything but he knows he can treat you better and be better for you. he knows dick cares about you but he's bad for you because he'll never fully love you but believes he can. so he watches you from afar, trying to sweet in small ways like helping fixing your car and stuff. he watches you and dick fight, break up and of course make up till the point he's fed up of watching dick play you because he's knows dicks cheating and he knows dick isn't trying to hurt you but its not fair. poor jason he doesn't want to be a rebound he just wants to give you the love you deserve.
I'm really about to break jasons pretty heart and staple it back together with this fic. apologies for the wait! I got too excited and decided to write a series about it 🥹
I'll release it chapter by chapter 🤭 and you're a genius I love ur brain 🧠
and fr dick damn near slept with every dc character that man is a whore. I'm still tryna figure out what excuse imma give him for why he is a serial man whore
all jokes aside, I'm gonna have some much fun with this.
𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉
Jason Todd x (Dick's Ex! Fem!) Reader:
chapter 1
chapter 2
warnings: this series will get heated eventually, and I'll just put a warning on those specified chapters.
this might be a long series, depends how much yall want it 🤭
Loud rain poured against Jason's window. He laid against his dark wood bed frame while reading a book. As he flicked through thin pages, the sound of you and Dick arguing could be heard from across the hall.
He wasn't exactly trying to eavesdrop, but he could make out certain sentences like “why's her name still..’. He sighed, growing more and more tired of the constant back and forth between you two. The conversation slowly moved from the room into the hall, and the argument could almost be heard throughout the whole manor.
“Dick, I cannot do this anymore. I'm tired. I'm tired of being confused about your feelings for me!” He could then hear Dick's annoyingly condescending voice. Another tired sigh escaped Jason's lips as he ran his fingers tiredly through his dark strands. He rolled off the bed, put on a loose white tee, and slipped on black house shoes.
Pulling the door back, he wasn't even noticed by the two of you until his deep voice rumbled through the hall. Even as a quiet, “The hells’ all the commotion, I'm tryna read damn it”, his voice caught your attention. You felt slightly embarrassed. But the anger just wouldn't let up. “Sorry Jason, just go back to your room,” Dick pleaded, leaning against the wall with a frown. Jason rolled his eyes at Dick's continuous attempts to sound like an older brother, and his eyes flickered to yours.
Noticing your red eyes and a tear of anger falling down your cheeks, his jaw relaxed and he almost looked concerned. “You alright?” His soft voice coaxed you out of your bubbling fit of anger. “Yeah...I'm okay…I'm just gonna go home..” Your eyes stuck back to the floor and then you walked away, leaving the two brothers alone. Dick began to walk away, only stopping in his tracks at the mention of his name.
“Dick…you can't keep doin' this man-” Dick spun around shooting a cold glare at him. “Doing what? You think I want to hurt her?” Jason's eyebrows furrowed. “You're not doing a good job of proving me wrong.” Dick walked away.
You dropped your keys on your marble console table, falling onto the couch with a sigh. You knew he wasn't right for you. This cycle of toxicity would go on and on forever unless you stuck your foot in the ground. The repeating doubts about your relationship circled your mind almost daily. You and Dick had been together since late middle school days. You went everywhere with each other and attended every dance together. You were both practically attached at the hip. You had everything in common and could get lost in various topics for hours.
But, that connection had seemed so far away. So long ago. Like a distant memory. The romance in the relationship felt like it was fading, but neither of you was ready to let it go. And it puts a strain on your relationship, even without romance.
You curled up on the soft sofa, bringing your knees to your chest and feeling stinging tears well in your eyes. You knew it was bad for you. God that's all you ever thought about. But it hurt too much to even consider ending things. He was so familiar.
You don't know how much time has passed by of you being stuck in a constant loop of repetitive thoughts, but a knock on your door shook you out of your trance.
“y/n? It's Jason, can I come in?” You quickly wiped your eyes with your shirt and straightened yourself out. “Be right there!” You cringed at that obvious wavering of your voice. You reached the door, opening it slightly so he could only see your upper half. Your head was leaned downward as a half-assed attempt to hide your tear-stained face. “Hey,” was all he said, with a faint sheepish smile. You lazily nodded at him. “Need something?” You'd hoped you didn't sound angry at him. “Well, I came here to ask you the same thing.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a familiar habit of his. “Come in.”
(yall I cannot think of a title omg)
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me-writes-prompts · 1 month
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prompts for awkward, unsure confessions? ❤️
(yes!)
By @me-writes-prompts
"Uh hi, I want to just say I like you. A lot. And I was wondering if you liked me back..."
Leaving a note or letter in their pursue/book
When they get on their knees while the other person is on phone(AHHH THE SECOND EMBARRASSMENT)
"So...I love you." They say, consoling their friend after a bad break up.
Sending them an anonymous message
Confessing to them in the middle of a meeting/group(this has to be done really carefully though)
"I love you." They say as a joke, while the other one looks at them with their eyebrows raised. "Wait, really?" "They sober up, blinking rapidly. "Maybe..."
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guineveresghost · 2 months
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Seeing both perspectives of mutual pining when they have no idea the other feels the same way??? 😭💖 My heart is full and I am SAT
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miakate-writes · 10 days
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Can you please do mutual pining/obviously-in-love-but-both-are-too-shy-to-say-it? Literally the blood in my veins 😭
Mutual pining romance prompts! 🌸🎀
spending ALL their time together
physical contact whenever possible
like they will literal start blushing and stuttering over the brush of a hand
never seen apart
people are always asking them things like “where is A?” “why aren’t you with B?”
and they never get sick of it
if the other person’s name is bought up in a conversation, you best believe they are listening STRAIGHT AWAY
what did they do? what did they say? who were they with? did they have fun?
they wanna know it all because this is half of the information they can get about them due to being to shy to pester for info ALL the time so they have to depend on other ppl 🥺
[a/n: tysm for this request, i’m getting to requests as soon as i can, still getting out of burnout and i’ve got exams this week so bear with me 🫶🏻 if you have any requests then pop them in my asks! you’re always welcome here 🎀]
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wordswithloveee · 6 months
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If you live long enough, you’ll make mistakes. But if you learn from them, you’ll be a better person. 
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denofdreams-writerblr · 6 months
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hey writers! what's your favourite pining/having a suuuper big crush on someone trope?
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sereiaxz · 1 year
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Help
Where are the ✨️strangers to lovers✨️ prompts???
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@mirrorfalls the ask went to the other blog, so moving it here via screenshot!
I've already answered 5, so let's give 8 a try:
Jumping universes to find living version of dead love
Pairing: ShinRan
Rating: T
Warnings and tags: major character death (multiple times over), hurt very little comfort, someone was snarky about me labeling the other one pining but I'll go ahead and label this one pining anyway
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Follow you into the dark
They find Shinichi’s body in an alley behind Tropical Land. No foul play, says the medical examiner. Looks like he had a heart attack. That roller coaster case must have stressful, poor kid.
Ran stares out the window on the ride home. She doesn’t cry. The tears won’t come. How ironic.
She keeps staring, listlessly, throughout the funeral and the wake, noting with distant, muted rage that Shinichi’s parents have returned for this last rite. This is their fault, she can’t help thinking. If they had been here…
If they had been here, Shinichi
wouldn’t—
Agasa-hakase invites her some time later — a week? a month? She doesn’t know. She goes out of politeness. The grandfatherly inventor she has known her entire life sits her down, sets out tea and cookies, and asks her how she’s been. Ran’s answers are rote, mechanical. Her hands are trembling, she remembers dimly that her hair is unbrushed, and she forgets to even touch the cookies.
“…in another universe.”
His words rouse Ran from her stupor. “Professor? Did you say there’s a universe where Shinichi’s alive?”
“Er. The multiverse theory is only conjecture at this point, but—”
“Can you take me there?”
“The energy needed to breach the barrier between universes, even hypothetically—“
“Please?”
The professor looks like he’s going to object, but then he takes another look at her face, and deflates. “Don’t get your expectations up,” he warns.
She flies out of her seat to throw her arms around him, hope burning like a an ember — like a brand — in her weeks-numb body. “Oh, Professor Agasa! Thank you!”
(“You look better,” Sonoko confesses at school the next day, when Ran meets her with her face washed and hair combed, for the first time since the funeral.
“I’ll keep on getting better,” Ran says, determined. She has to if she’s going to find Shinichi.
Sonoko squeals and hugs her. “‘Atta girl!”)
A week later, the professor calls. Ran runs the whole two kilometers to his house, her carefully-contained hope threatening to burst from its cage. She nearly chokes on all its soft feathers in the end, flying up the walk and into Agasa’s house. “Professor!”
His hair has flyaways and there are stains on his white lab coat, but his eyes are shining with excitement, and he’s holding a small metal backpack that glows purple from the inside. “Ran-kun! Good to see you!”
“You did it!”
Professor Agasa grins at her and waves the backpack. “This is the Multiverse Traverser 3000. Put it on, press the button, and you’ll be in a parallel universe. Er, I’m pretty sure. Unfortunately, you can’t control which one you end up in. It’ll be random. And—” his voice grows solemn. “Shinichi might not even be there.”
Even might not is better than not here. “Can I try it?”
The inventor hesitates, then he hands it over. He shows her a second button. “This one will bring you home, wherever you are."
-
The first universe doesn’t even have a Tokyo, instead a massive crater where she stands. There is scrubby grass growing under her feet, trees in the distance, and the sound of birdsong, but no people.
Ran presses the button again.
She is in Tokyo again, in Beika Park as she left it. There’s the woman walking her dog, just as she was before, the calisthenics people practicing on the well-maintained grass nearby. Ran’s stomach drops like a stone. She’s back. In this world where Shinichi…
Bright green catches her eye in the distance, so familiar that it hurts. She whips around. There he is, up the gravel path, in his green hoodie and yellow shirt, his blue jeans, looking away from her at something even further up the path. Tall as she remembers, slender, cowlick unruly on his dark head. Alive, like he is in her dreams.
Shinichi — this world’s Shinichi — makes a face of annoyance. Ran begins to laugh. She knows that face well.
Everything is all right. She’s found him, and everything is all right. She starts to run to him, crying through her laughter. “Shinichi!”
“Shinichi!” her own voice echoes from far away.
He blinks, almost turns, but then Ran sees herself, in the blue jacket she hadn’t worn since that day in Tropical Land, barrel toward him and aim a powerful kick at his head. Shinichi dodges, like he always does, no longer paying attention to strangers calling his name.
Ran stutters to a halt.
She’d forgotten.
This world already has a Ran.
Shinichi eventually comes down the path with the other Ran, a shit-eating grin on his face as he chatters. She catches the word “Holmes.” This universe’s Ran rolls her eyes.
Ran is shaking. She wants it back. She wants it so badly it pains her stomach, her liver, her lungs.
Just as they’re passing her, Shinichi looks around.
Before their eyes meet, Ran presses the button.
-
She’s a ghost, a phantom sliding between worlds, between Shinichis and Rans and Sonokos and Kogoros and Eris. In most worlds where there’s a Tokyo and a Beika, Shinichi is still alive, and so is she — Ran. She watches herself and Shinichi move through their everyday lives, laughing, fighting, playing.
She watches carefully, and realizes — she in love. Almost every version of her in every universe.
He gets caught up in a dangerous case in some, working to unravel the secrets of a multinational crime syndicate. Sometimes he’s on the run, and Ran, the ghost, pulls strings to keep him safe. In one universe he’s seven again. That one’s bizarre.
There are universes where Shinichi falls in love with other people — people named things like Hattori Heiji and Miyano Shiho and Kuroba Kaito. But in most of them, it’s Ran.
It turns out that it’s possible to be jealous of yourself.
Time marches on. Time marches on. The world she was born to seems stranger with every visit. Sonoko begs her to stay around, where do you keep disappearing to?, but Ran keeps telling her she’ll be back. And she will, after she finds Shinichi.
Ran watches the multitudes of Shinichis and Rans confess to each other and graduate from high school and go to university. Some break up. Most get married. Some get married and then divorced. Shinichi dies — again — in some. Those are the hardest. Ran dies in some.
She approaches Shinichi in one of those worlds. Because she is still Ran, after all, and the same.
He’s kneeling at her own headstone, bent over and unseeing, fist clenched around the golden band around his third finger. He looks up as she approaches, before she even has a chance to say excuse me.
“Ran?” he breathes. “How?” Then his eyes sharpen, and he seems to collapse in on himself. He mumbles, “No — you’re not. Sorry.”
He gets up unsteadily, not looking at her, and walks away.
What am I looking for? Ran asks herself, as her heart breaks.
-
The Shinichis and Rans grow old. Their children leave home, have their own children and careers. Sometimes she steps in to help in the smallest of ways, but never long enough to be recognized, even fleetingly. She grows old, too.
She thinks of home, of that long-ago universe she was born in where it all started, and fingers the second button on Professor Agasa’s invention. He’s gone now, in that universe, the last person to understand.
There’s no Ran in the universe she’s in now, either. She’d been a victim of a traffic accident here, her daughter growing up without a mother. Maybe she can settle down in this universe, close enough to watch them, Shinichi and his daughter.
She’s unable to keep her distance. The weight of this Shinichi’s grief for Ran — for his Ran — is still enough to drown her.
She moves on.
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Another Beika, in another winter. Ran’s hands are gnarled now, her hair short and silver, her steps slow. The snow is blank and silent on the ground. In this world they were both gone before even elementary school, victims of a deranged preschool teacher, their gravestones in the local cemetery. It is an empty space for her, this world, a world that has hardly known Mouri Ran.
And a world that has hardly known Kudou Shinichi.
When she was young, she cried angry, passionate tears. Now they merely seep from beneath her eyelids, devoid of force. She is so tired.
She senses someone sitting down next to her.
“Don’t mind me,” she murmurs. “I’m just an old woman thinking about the past.”
“Ran,” says the newcomer.
She opens her eyes.
And it’s him. She knows him at once. As white-haired and wrinkled as her, smiling. He’s holding a Multiverse Traverser 3000. She knows it at once, even though it’s in the form of a heavy book glowing purple from the inside. “You died,” he says simply. “Protecting me at Tropical Land. I’ve been looking for you.”
“I’ve found you,” Ran says in wonder. She takes the hand that he’s wrapped around hers, smiling so hard her face will break. “I’ve found you.”
The tears finally come.
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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year
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~ A LOVE EPIPHANY ~ realising a crush PROMPTS
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requested by: @boomhauer & various anons
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needing someone else to point it out
wondering why they can't stop thinking about them
trying to find other explanations for their obsession
getting flustered around them
getting even more flustered when they realise the extent of their feelings
trying to 'undo' their crush
trying to rationalise it
being confused because they thought this couldn't happen to them
"But how?!"
imagining their future together
daydreaming about them
being intimated by the strength of their own feelings
always coming back to thinking about the perfection of their crush
needing to sit down as the realisation hits them
gasping when they realise it
"No, no, no, no, no! This can't be!"
finally having an explanation for the butterflies in their stomach
sudden bliss because love is the most beautiful thing
devastated because they know it won't be returned
being paralysed by the realisation
acting even more foolish around them than before
not wanting to confess their feelings because they're worrying it would ruin everything
trying to tone down their excitement when around them
being confused because they thought love would be something more tangible and concrete
unable to tackle life's tasks because they're lost in their feelings
everything they do brings them back to their crush
asking themselves why they haven't seen it coming
thinking it might have been inevitable
being relieved from all worries and stress when they see their crush smiling
dedicating themselves to their crush's wellbeing
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pendarling · 6 months
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Loving Names
Hero was perplexed when Villain stopped calling them by their terms of endearment. Things like “honey,” “love,” or “sweetheart,” had made them melt, but they’d never dare show interest to an enemy like that. They were just curious as to why, that’s all.
It was just a bit strange now that they realized after their last few battles with Villain, all the nicknames had disappeared entirely.
In the time they met Villain they always knew there was just something about them that drew them closer. It wasn’t just the way Villain affectionately talked them up or the small remarks that gave them butterflies but also the hints of deeper feelings they left for them with every banter.
It all tore at their heart, of course they can’t openly say something so embarrassing. A hero’s job was to protect the city and its citizens from villains and this one was no exception.
So Hero never reciprocated the behaviour. They couldn’t let themselves become caught up in the emotional drama Villain was leading them in.
At least they should’ve saw it coming. They should’ve known that after denying Villain from the satisfaction of ever knowing how they felt, that Villain would eventually stop pursuing. They would stop the flirting and the lingering gazes. The gentle but brief touches and the high risk close combat that gave Villain a chance to speak soft poems to them.
It was like a reset button had been pressed and Villain immediately returned to how things initially were when they first met.
For that, Hero felt great regret.
Which is why they were planning on confronting them.
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They found Villain sitting casually at the scene of another crime. It almost seemed unusually quicker than normal. It would take at least an hour to detect Villain at any of these attacks, but it looked like the universe had something else in mind.
Determination pushed Hero toward their nemesis, the question still boiling deep inside them.
Hero walked behind them as the other idly sat on the roof, their feet dangling at its edge. “Villain,” they spoke.
They rose from their position, and turned to look at them with sly eyes. “Just in time. Shall we continue where we left off?”
Without much hesitation, Hero pulled out their weapon and readied themselves for the dance they’ve grown so familiar with.
Villain closed the gap and swung in their direction; their hand aiming for their gut. They quickly blocked the attack and backed up, a swift kick sent them back and let Hero breathe momentarily.
As the battle continued against Villain, their heart began to race out of anticipation for the promised conversation. It would be awkward at first, but as soon as they could get it out they would play it all off cool.
“What’s got your mind wandering?” Villain shoved Hero to ground as quickly as they tugged the weapon out of their grasp.
At first, they didn’t acknowledge the concern, but figured if anything, now would be the time to ask. Their eyes warily stared at Villain’s mischievous mask, though words began to fail them, “Uh…” it had to be now. They couldn’t let this stress take hold of them any longer.
The criminal stood just a few feet from them with a curious glint. They were certain they knew exactly what Hero was going to ask.
“I noticed…” Their voice was a lot shakier as they stood, “That you stopped with all the… names.” Their gaze stayed glued to the ground as their face grew hotter.
Villain hummed with an expression that lightened up instantly. “Oh, what do you mean?”
So they were going to play stupid. Was this some kind of punishment for not giving the reciprocation they were looking for?
They should’ve known and yet…
“You know…” They wiped their sweating hands onto their suit. “You always had a way with words.”
“I don’t seem to know what you’re talking about, Hero.”
They pouted slightly at the responses, “How do you not know? You’ve always called me… other things…” They trailed off. Just how long was Villain intending to keep them in this agonizing situation?
A laughter echoed which sent their head spiralling. Villain moved closer, their steps were quiet enough to match any predator. “I’m starting to think there’s something you want from me. I wonder what it is?~”
Hero tightened their lips. Maybe they should’ve kept their mouth shut after all. “I’m only asking a question.”
Villain circled them, still putting on their clueless face, “I can’t answer a question if you won’t make it clearer for me.” They shrugged. The enemy was no where in sight, though they could sense Villain stalking behind them.
A ghostly touch climbed up their spine. With their shoulders tense, Hero spun around to face Villain who was only inches from them. “W-what!?” They stammered.
“You always keep me waiting, Hero. Always guessing your motives.” From their expression Hero caught something change, “A never ending cycle of not knowing…”
They sighed, their heart still hammering in their chest, “Did I do something to upset you? To make you stop… with the terms of endearment?”
Lips curled slowly upwards at their questions. “Oh. So you did like them after all.” They chuckled warmly. “Did you enjoy having cute pet names?”
Hero took several steps back, “What? No!”
“Alright. Then I guess there shouldn’t be a problem then if I stop—”
“No, don’t!” It came out unexpectedly from them. It was enough to make Villain’s eyes go wide, and the air to grow thicker.
Their thoughts tugged at them again, they didn’t want Villain to just stop but they also hated to admit they loved it.
“So you don’t want me to stop? Why?” They chuckled.
Damn it. Villain knew exactly what they were doing.
Their mind fumbled to grab the words they needed to play it all naturally.
“Why? Because uhm…”
“C’mon. I know you can say it for me~”
They nervously tapped their foot to the ground, “Fine…” They said through clenched teeth, “I liked it.”
“You mean you loved it, right?”
They nodded.
Their nemesis’ laughter didn’t stop though, it only increased from there. Villain always went overboard with their teasing. “You loved what?” They leaned in closer.
Their hands tightened into a fist this time, eyes shut as their head hung low. It felt so shameful and exhausting to keep this up. “I loved it when… you call me… your love.”
“Aww… so you aren’t as heartless as it seems” Villain lifted Hero’s chin and brushed the hair from their face, “That’s all I needed to hear from you, my little dove.”
Oh, and there it was again. That satisfying tingle against their skin. That rush of dopamine and excitement.
Villain sensed their change in mood and smiled confidently, “You really take advantage of these pet names, don’t you?”
“Only from you.” Their head tilted into Villain’s palm.
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dumplingsjinson · 1 year
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Oblivious mutual pining in which A sees B in formal wear for the first time?
List of “you look amazing and now I’m even more in love with you. send help” prompts
“You… You look stunning in that,” Character A says, swallowing as Character B approaches them. “Likewise,” Character B says, a shy smile gracing their lips. 
“Oh my God, did you see [name]? They looked so fucking good and I panicked and made a complete fool of myself when talking to them so I bolted. I want to fucking die—” “Now, let’s calm the fuck down and not be this dramatic.” 
Character A getting distracted from their current conversation when their eyes land on Character B, slowly taking in what they’re wearing. “Holy shit,” they whisper.
Character A unable to function around Character B after seeing them in that suit/dress, their brain melting whenever their eyes land on them and they have to turn their face away before Character B catches them glowing like a traffic fucking light because of them. 
“You’ve been avoiding me all night.” “I wasn’t. I was just… Distracted.” 
“You look like you came out of a fairytale.” 
“We uh… We’re kind of matching?” “Oh. Yeah, we are. We look kinda good like this, don’t we?” “Yeah. Yeah, we really do.”
“Oh, wow.” “That’s sarcasm, isn’t it?” “It— it isn’t. For once, it isn’t.”
“Look, if you’re going to make fun of me—” “I wasn’t going to. I just… Wanted to let you know how amazing you’re looking today/tonight.”
“So I might be smitten for [name] beyond repair.” “You’ve only just realised?”
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chxrrydrxp · 4 months
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this is a little teaser of my project "Doc" please enjoy!
Disclaimer: barely edited..and just a teaser of my project, feel free to comment your thoughts
"Doc" Jason Todd x female! Reader
The lock clicked, following the loud slam of Jason's apartment door. His heavy footsteps could be heard, thumping through the living room all the way to the kitchen. You were in the bathroom, pulling out your first aid kit, preparing to tend to any reckless wounds he got from his 1am patrol.
You walked in on him slamming open a cabinet, grabbing whatever old bottle of whiskey was there, no matter how dusty. He tossed his red helmet on the table like it was nothing. He made no effort to look up at you, simply extended his arm to you. "What happened out there? This burn looks really bad." You glanced down at him. His lack of response didn't faze you as you stood in front of him. You placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jason what happened? Was it Firefly?"
Your cold hands examined his arm, turning it around to get a better look. A second degree burn covered his arm. "You couldve gotten really-", Jason cut in, pulling his hand away. "You're not my mother. Wrap me up and do a good fucking job, Doc."
Your eyebrows furrowed in anger. This was getting old. Ever since you accepted this 'job' you had to deal with his attitudes. Of course there were times where things were peaceful and even what someone would call normal. But on days like this, he turns into an asswhole, and suddenly talks to you like how he talks to the degenerates he beats up everyday.
Your hands slammed against the dining room table. "You can't keep me here forever like some private nurse and treat me like shit!" Jason sighed, absent-mindedly fidgeting with the bottle. He stayed silent like this for a minute while you could feel the anger slowly build up. He turned to you, tipping the liquid into his mouth. He set the bottle down firmly, avoiding eye contact. You opened the med kit with a click, pulling out a wipe and a sterilizing spray. You began moving over to him, and he tipped his head up towards the door.
"...No one's keeping you here. Leave for all I care." You stopped in your tracks. "You really want me to?" He continued fidgeting with the bottle, not giving you a response. "You know what- fine. I will leave. Patch your own wounds," you hissed throwing the wipe at him. It landed atop his head and slowly fell down to his lap. His lack of reaction sparked anger in your chest, and you whipped around, making your way towards coat hanger near the kitchen. Your mind flooded with contradiction. You knew it was immature, but you didn't care. You didn't want him to let you leave. You wanted him to stop you and apologize for being a dick. But he wouldn't do something like that. He'd have to care to do that. And he clearly doesn't. You took your time in grabbing your things, praying, begging that he cared enough to stop you.
...
The cold nights of Gotham engulfed your bare arms as you strolled the dark streets, with no set destination. Your face had softened, the anger slipping away and being replaced with hopelessness. The ambience of the loud city brought back a familiar feeling that was somewhat comforting. You tried to let the police sirens and loud winds distract you from the ongoing thoughts that raced your mind.
Jason on the other hand had thrown himself on his bed, wishing he never said anything at all. On the contrary, he wished he could've just told you what happened. How a man almost burned to death under his watch. How Firefly set a trap right under his nose and he had no clue. Or..the chilling words the man in the fire suit had said to him as he held his life in his gloved hands.
But he's not obligated to tell you what exactly goes on during those cold, midnight patrols from which he comes home covered on bruises, cuts, sometimes bullet holes, and most recently- burns.
You're just his nurse. A mere employee. Hell, he's paying you for goodness sakes. Gradually, a deep feeling of anxiety welled in his stomach. The slow realization creeps in that she's alone out there with no protection. Don't get her wrong, she can put up a fight for sure. Jason knows this. It doesn't stop him from throwing on a dark red leather jacket, with a black hoodie under, and making his way towards the front door. He halted. Turning away from the door and leaning on it. He looked up at the ceiling contemplating what he'd say to her. "Sorry for being a jackass," he imagined himself saying. He turned back toward the door, reaching to open it. The second he grabbed it, the door swung up revealing you with your hands shoved deep in your pockets. "Back so soon?" Jason teased. A wave of regret migrated through his body upon seeing your emotionless, cold face. You attempted too much past him but halted as he moved his broad figure in the way. You avoided his stare. "Jason, move," you mumbled looking down. "(Y/n) I'm sorry. I was being-" You cut him off, shoving him lightly with your hand. "Move," you said sternly, followed by a soft, "Please Jason." After a fleeting painful silence, he stepped out of your way. You walked over to your bag of medical supplies and your bag of clothing you had for when you had to sleep over to monitor his condition. His footsteps treaded behind you as you bent down to grab the bags.
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Character A works in a diner. Character B is a writer that loves frequenting the establishment. They are perfect for each other in every way...
Except that they exist in different dimensions, only able to snatch glimpses of each other in the weak spots of space and time.
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