#romantic write prompt

[anittam]

The Moon Will Sing

Vyn x Rosa|MC, angst, fluffy, Vyn's pov

Prompt: Rosa is the sun of Vyn's life, and he didn't care if she feel the same, as long he could feel her light shine on him.

Just a silly little fic, that I didn't proof-read.

It was warm summer day, I had just finished with today's lectures, as I closer from my office I can see a familiar face waiting at the door, the face that bring me so much joy, smiling so brightly at me, and no one else.

- What are you doing here? - I said not being able to hide my content.

- I was meeting a client near here, and after I was done I thought "why not pay a visit to my favorite doctor?" and now I'm here. - she said sweetly - Are you not happy to see me? - she said playing with her hair as if she teasing me.

- You know I'm always happy to see you, after all you are my favorite attorney. So, do have any plans for the night? - I already knew the reason for that question was "yes", she was the type of person who could plan a whole one week long getway withing seconds, and he loved that about her.

- Oh yes, my gentleman, - she said playfully - since it been such long time since we last meet, I shall make this night worth, first I will take you to dinner, then we have a lovely walk on the park, and to finish we will eat ice cream.

- You sure know how to spoil a man, - I laughed - I hope I am the only one getting that treatment. Okay, miss, tonight I'm all yours, lead the way.

Whoever could see this scene doesn't know what it's like to suffer, she is always so beautiful, contemplate the sun in her eyes, she can breathe life into you with just a mere glance, her voice is the most wonderful melody I ever heard, and... *sigh*

And is hard to have to share it with the world. As we walk through south stellis, I'm fueled with an ever so familiar jealousy, the fear of someone could look at her, and fall in love with her as deeply as I, and steal her away can be overwhelming at times. As we walk by a little bookshop, she stop on her tracks.

- You should go in the shop! - she stated, almost demanded.

- Sure, there is a book you want to search? I can help, let's go in...

- Noooo, you go in, not we - she said as her eyes shifted through the street.

- I thought today was about my lady pampering me, but I see something else picked your interest. What are you looking at? - as I try to find at she is looking at, I feel a pair of hands grabing my face, as she pull my face closer to her.

- Just go inside, you are going to ruin the suprise - she pouted, as her face was getting red.

- Okay, okay, I will go miss, but you will have to compensate me for abandoning me on our date. - she give me a small kiss, leaving me with a dumb smile on my face.

- I know, I will be right back - she said as she leaves.

As I enter the bookshop, I can see it is a rather cozy place, most of the books are old and used, which leaves the place with a unique smell, almost like the intere place was made of nostalgic feelings, as I walk through the bookshelves, I get lost in my thoughts.

I remember when I first meet her, I thought she was just a little girl with a boss who overestimated her abilities, but she was quick to prove me wrong, and I glad she did so, she was as smart as she was beatiful, and before I notice she became a beacon of light in my life, the type of light I wasn't use to.

My life before her seems like faint memory, all those years spent in the dark, they almost don't seem real anymore. Sometimes, when I all alone, I can still hear it, all those whispers that I heard when I still lived in Svart:

"You are just like your father"

"You have blood in your veins"

"You don't realy have heart"

I used to think that was true, but now I know it simply ain't the case, I know that I have a heart, because she stole it from me, but I don't care, I don't want it back, it is hers after all.

A small poke on my shoulder bring me back to reality, as I turn around I see a small figure holding a bouquet of roses, and I can't help but smile.

- Flowers for my beautiful boyfriend - she said proud of herself.

- They are very pretty, thank you.

- I remembered you said once you never got flowers, and you always give me them, so I thought this time I could give them to you.

That's just what I was talking about, how can I not love her, she is so lovely, and I know that I don't deserve her. Nobody treated me that way, like I am a normal person, with feelings and insecurities, most people sees me as the heir of the Haspran's family, or the infamous doctor Richter, but not her, for her I'm just Vyn.

After that she guided me to nice restaurant, it had a familiar atmosphere, the staff was polite, and seemed very acquainted with her, the staff talked about how she used to eat all the time, and she got a little embarrassed, and honestly, it made her look cuter.

As the night ends, we sit on a bench in the park, eating ice cream, she points at the stars talking about the constellations she can see, but I need to look at the sky to see the stars, the brightest one is already sitting by my side.

- Thank you - I say with a sigh.

- For what? - she says smiling.

- For everything, for the date, the flowers, being you, I guess I don't show enough how much love you. I love you, to the moon and back, and everytime we are together, I fall in love once more with you. Before I meet you my life was darkness, and then you appeared like light, and all the pain and sadness became a little more bearable because you were there with me. So will you allow me to be your moon? For you will always be my sun.

- Vyn - she tear up a bit - I love you too.

And in that moment there were only two of us in the world, our lips meet like it was first and last time we would kiss, there was a hunger and passion like it been years since the last time we kiss, it tasted as sweetly as the ice cream, and with the blessing of the stars, our love shall last forever.

[writing-chats]

the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall

[writerthreads]

Small romance things that make me go FERAL

A very totally incredibly non-delulu list by Writerthreads

arm/shoulder/waist/SMALL OF THE BACK touches

HANDS BRUSHING, BUT TOO NERVOUS TO DO ANYTHING MORE

calling them by their name ("What's your opinion on this, X?") (they way they say their name makes their heart do funny things)

the way their voice goes heavy/breathy

CHIN RESTS ON THEIR SHOULDER

whispering into their ear and the way their breath tickles

non-affectionate nicknames just for them

recognising their laugh and trying to make them laugh just to hear it again

little private smirks/winks, watching their reaction when someone makes a joke

sniffing their hair/recognising their on their shampoo

eye contact so deep they feel like sinking

SMALL PECKS ON THE CORNER OF THEIR MOUTH/CHIN/FOREHEAD

recognising the sound of their footsteps

co-existing in the same space, acknowledging their presence and feeling safe

CARESSING THEIR CHEEK WITH THEIR THUMB

recognising their nervous ticks and comforting them, like putting a hand on their bouncing leg

tracing scars, freckles, moles, lines of their muscle, you name it (SCREAMS)

grinning when they blush

watching with pride as the other does a presentation/leads a mission/takes charge

making up private signals for each other

HAND KISSES

NECK KISSES

playing with their hair/brushing their hair/braiding their hair

Ah, love. That lingering warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest. I love love.

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

(Before proceeding further, these are all "in my opinion" what I think would make it better. Apply parts of the advice you like and neglect the aspects you do not agree with it. Once again I'm not saying you have to follow a certain type of style to write smut! Creative freedom exists for a reason!)

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally. (Here is me an year after writing this post, i think, either is amazing, depending on the context. the type of book you're writing, your writing style and preferences!)

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

(edit: once again, hi, it's me. Either is amazing depending on ur writing style. Everything at the end is about taste.)

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adverbs to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more:

gesture that gets me on my knees !!

(more to comeee, check out my hot or kisses prompts on my master list!)

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

There's no other way to say this,

but Jason is currently being haunted by a ridiculously cartoony ghost.

Like one of those window stickers Alfred was so fond of putting up for Halloween.

Two small green ovals and a mouth that only shows when it's making noises.

It didn't even say boo! It made these small chirps and purrs in different pitches.

He couldn't get rid of it, throwing the thing off a roof did nothing, locking it away didn't deter it. It could just phase out of his hands if it wanted to.

It's just playing with him!

So Jason was stuck with a sometimes visible little friend and he had the feeling that it was laughing at him.

Danny was... somewhere.

He was aware of that.

The fear gas had hit the college fast, many were caught unaware and unable to put on their gas masks before it was too late.

Danny was one of them.

His body recognized the gas was a toxin, it tried it's damn best to burn it out of his body in those moments of panic, and now all he knows is that his is zapped of all energy.

Thankfully, he found a protector while he recuperated!

Danny can now just be a little guy and focus on storing energy.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of established relationship prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “heey! i love your prompts and i was wondering if you could write fluff/romantic prompts about a long lasting/established relationship” 

“So… Do you actually like me—” “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”

“You… You learned to cook my favourite meal?” 

“You always know the exact temperature I like my baths at.” 

“It’s weird that you know me better than I know myself.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” “Oh love, I really wish you weren’t always so vulgar when expressing your affections.”

“So… I heard from the grapevine that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” “Stupid, you hear that from me every day.” 

“Tell me how you fell in love with me.” “…I literally told you that again yesterday—” “I don’t care, I wanna hear it again. Plus, I like hearing you speak.”

Picking up little quirks from each other over the years. 

“My love, why don’t you just use the whole closet instead of three quarters of it?” 

What’s Character A’s is also Character B’s, and vice versa. Sharing isn’t caring, sharing is the norm. 

[ricesinspo]

☆ — "i care about you" (without actually saying it). by @ricesinspo, tag me if using!

— ☆ —

"close your eyes. maybe it might make things a little easier."

"i'm sorry i don't know how to help." they sit next to you. "i'm here if you need anything."

love languages!! learning which ones you enjoy receiving and using them

always going out of their way to make you feel loved / wanted.

to be loved is to be seen

sending random pictures of things that remind them of you. bonus if it doesn't make any sense

little greetings. daily. first thing in the morning.

periodically checking in, especially when you least expect it.

helping you do chores when you're too tired

— ☆ —

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ SUBTLE LOVE ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: hi!! idk if this has been req before but do u have prompts for subtle love? it will take some time for u to realise that their actions are somth u do out of love. thank u!

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1 (kinda): ~ GENTLE LOVE ~ PROMPTS

listening attentively when the other is talking

taking the other into consideration whenever making a decision

smiling at the other to encourage them

taking over the other's tasks to disburden them

the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other

sitting back and staying quiet to leave the stage for the other

giving the other their space, knowing they need it

enjoying the sound of the other's voice

distracting the other when they see they're distressed and close to freaking out

trying to learn every way to put a smile on the other's face

experiencing this strange feeling in their chest when the other comes to them for support and a word of kindness

"You can call me. Day or night. I'm there for you."

enjoying the most basic time spent together just sitting next to each other, each doing their own

hyping the other up

being their biggest cheerleader

checking up on the other regularly when they know they're not feeling their best

thinking about the other at the most random times

'Oh, this coffee has such nice latte art! I wonder if [person B] would like it.'

'Oh, there's a new movie showing in the cinema about an ice skater. [Person B] once did ice skating. Would they like this movie? Or are they even better at ice skating than the ones in the movie? I'm sure they're the best ice skater!'

stopping themselves from messaging the other too often

sharing their food with the other

always making another coffee/tea when they're making one for themselves because sharing is caring

smiling by instinct when they see the other

^ breaking into a grin and being unable to stop it

sending the other little notes of encouragement to show that they're thinking of them

"You're doing just fine. I know you've got this."

promising to catch up, even when there is no time at the moment, they're making sure it doesn't go under

"Wanna talk about it later? I will make time."

making the other a priority

giving their honest opinion when it's asked

[euthymiaaa]

— longing for someone prompts ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

im bathing in angst rn, enjoy!

them haunting your mind constantly, but are you even in theirs?

unconciously searching for them wherever, whenever

itching to text them, yet the guilt of pestering them hits

your stomach being on edge whenever you see someone who has a similar figure to theirs

regularly scouring their social media for any updates

them acting so sweetly which turns out to just be a cruel dream

envy creeping up your throat whenever other people hangout with them

taking them off your mind by hanging out with your friends, just for you to only see bits of their personality in your friends

weeping frustruatedly on your knees because you can't stop recalling your memories with them

surrendering to your insecurities; perhaps they truly are better off without you

hopelessly persuading yourself that you were able to go on with life before knowing them, so you can definitely do it after they left

urging the universe to see them one last time before letting them go (it never happens anyways)

"if anyone is listening, please let our paths intertwine again before the day I take my last breath"

[rotruff]

wising you a very sleeping on your f/os chest so you can hear their hearbeat or vice versa. wishing you a very instinctively moving towards one another and pulling eachother close and holding on tighter in sleep. wishing you a very one quietly talking to the other who's spouting off sleeptalk-nonsense in loose responses. wishing you a very ignoring blankets in favor of eachothers warmth. wishing you a very kisses to the crown of the forehead and the cheek and the collarbone and the shoulder and the crook of the jaw right where it meets the neck. ok?

[chipsy]

There was something about you that spoke a language my soul could understand. You were going to be you, no matter what. It was so different from the way of this world.

And if i'm honest, i fell for that.

[deadsetobsessions]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPT BY @out-of-jams

ACCIDENTALLY KIDNAPPING A MAFIA BOSS

In Tucker's defense, he thought he was doing someone a favor. A life saving favor, in fact.

"What the fuck-!” The red helmeted guy yelped as a deceptively strong Tucker yanked him onto the bike and sped away. Before Tucker could explain, the GIW agents behind them got in a lucky shot and hit the helmeted liminal with a strong blast to the head.

Clearly, his gear wasn’t equipped with anti-ecto protections, because the guy slumped over on Tucker’s arms. This was bad, because Tucker now had to maneuver about 230 pounds of Gotham muscle while speeding away from government agents. He flicked on the jammer so they couldn’t track his and red helmets’s ecto signature.

“STOP!”

“Ah, shit.” Tucker cursed as he somehow managed to gather up red-helmet’s body and stabilize the bike. “C’mon, Tuck, you can do this.”

Blasts of anti-ecto tech slammed into buildings around him. Luckily, Gotham was used to this kind of shit so people just moved out of the way before going back to their day. Tucker wove around traffic, trying to lure the agents into slamming face first into some signposts.

“Stop damaging the local infrastructure!” Tucker yelled back at them, speeding up.

“WELL REIMBURSE THE PEOPLE AND THE CITY LATER! TELL US WHERE PHANTOM IS!!”

“Over my dead body, you jerks!” Tucker took a sharp right, catching red helmet before the man could slip off. He sped up and took the ramp downwards, heart beating loudly in his ears as he strained his senses to figure out- ah, they took the ramp upwards. Good. Now, all he has to do is bring red helmet back to home base.

“Oh my god. I kidnapped him,” Tucker groaned, slapping at his face before quickly placing his hands back on the handle bar once the bike teetered over with red helmet’s weight. “I’m a criminal. Oh my god.”

Then, as he found his way back, “…Well, it’s not like I wasn’t a criminal before, with the whole resisting arrest thing.”

——

Tucker dumped the red helmet liminal onto the couch of their shared apartment and went to take a shower. When he got out ten minutes later, he found Danny and Sam staring at the helmet guy. Tucker pushed up his glasses (after letting them defog from the shower) and greeted them.

“Hey, guys! I found him while I was running away from Agent L and J.”

“You okay?” Danny asked, eyes immediately flicking over Tucker for injuries.

“Yeah, I’m good. They’re horrible shots.”

“I thought Danny was the one who brought home strays but you…?” Sam commented, arms crossed and a purple painted nail tapping at her arm. “Wait. Isn’t this… that crime lord? What was his name?”

“Red Hood?” Danny offered, turning back to look at the guy on their couch.

Tucker paled. “Oh, no.”

Guns? Check.

Red Helmet? Check.

Bat-Symbol? Check.

Shit.

They collectively stared at the guy in silence.

“…Tucker,” Sam slowly said. “Did you accidentally kidnap a crime lord?”

“Hey, I didn’t want him to get killed! He’s liminal! Even more than us, except for Danny.” Tucker grumbled. “Man, this is why I leave the hero-ing to Danny. I do one good thing and suddenly I have a crime lord on my couch.”

“My couch,” Sam corrected, as she was the one that furnished their apartment.

“What do we do now?”

“Eat dinner,” Tucker said. “I’m famished.”

Sam nodded. “Wait for him to wake up and hope he doesn’t shoot us the moment he wakes up. Then, we explain.”

Danny grabbed all the visible guns he could see. Tucker went to start dinner. Sam supervised, because her boys were idiots and now she had a crime lord in her apartment.

——

Jason groaned, head swimming in a sea of dull throbbing pain as his eyes fluttered open.

Then he remembered he was abducted, and bolted up right. He paused as a series of quick observations made its way to his consciousness.

One. He’s not tied up. Weird, because everyone knows that he’s a weapon even without his weapons.

Two. His weapons were right there, just in reach.

Three. He was surrounded by teenagers and/or young adults who were all scrolling along on their phones.

“Oh, hey, he’s awake! Hi!” The Wayne bait said, electric blue eyes fixing itself on Jason. “Were you aware you died?”

Jason went rigid, hundreds of way to-

“Danny!” A scolding tone cut of Jason’s immediate panic. Two couch pillows slammed into Danny’s face, courtesy of goth girl and nerdy but strong.

“Dude, why do you start with that? Why are you like this?” His… possible kidnapper? asked, exasperatedly flinging his hands into the air as he rolled his eyes.

Goth girl scowled. “Boys. Crime lord, couch, remember?”

“Hey, in my defense, I died too!”

And that- as Jason remained dumbfounded in this circle of tomfoolery- was what snapped Jason out of his daze.

“You what?” He rasped out.

And when he saw them open their mouths at the same time, Jason just knew his headache was going worse.

——

Tucker, effortlessly plucking the actual red hood from the streets: and I whoop-

Jason, whose type is strong, nerdy, and tall: *heart eyes* *but not really because he’s unconscious*

——

Sam: “this is my boyfriend Danny and our other boyfriend Tucker.”

Jason enters chat:

Sam: “this is my boyfriend Danny and our other boyfriend Tucker and his boyfriend, the Red Hood.”

——

[sadmates]

I'm staring at the moon right now and thinking about you.

[stealingyourbones]

I desperately need more mentor uncle figures and mentor brother figures in DPxDC to fill the interesting relationship dynamic gap that father figures stories can't always fill are u picking up what I'm putting down. Hell, just a regular friendship relationship with absolutely 0 familial dynamic.

[urfriendlywriter]

15 sweet/romantic gestures !!

(feel free to use!! the lover girl in me when writing this > <)

occasionally pressing soft kisses to ur temple or cheek [melting]

caressing their cheek and they nuzzle into your touchhhhh T T

their eyes fluttered close even after the kiss has ended.

^ their gaze that meets you is full of pent-up longing and affection !!

a hint of shyness creeping into them when u tease them [💳‼️‼️💳‼️💳]

hugs where they nuzzle their face into your chest

^ "can we stay like this forever?" tears

intimacy of eye contacts, slow kisses, cheek touching !

a quiet, whisper of "i am so proud of you" ✯

"you take such good care of me," is mumbled as they look up at you, drying their hair, their eyes shining with unshed tears, love and adoration. (CRY WITH ME PLEASEEEE)

tucking a small flower behind their ear <33

when they bury their face in ur chest while cuddling !!!

"I am falling in love with you every. single. day." ♡

a flustered "you smell like me.. oh god, it's driving me crazy..." mumble as they pull u closer into a hug [ksksjdnsks]

"marry me, my pretty baby." but u r cuddling and giggling. "I'm your pretty baby now?" they ask, shyly smiling. "yea, u always been." AAAAH

[unboundprompts]

How about a sort of prompt/prompts where Character A accidentally kisses Character B and then panics because they think they messed everything up when B doesn’t respond? (Thinking about this nonstop bc something similar like this happens in my oc’s background and results in him coming out at almost 200 years old (vampire) )

Being Shocked After a Kiss Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

He didn't know what happened. One second, they were laughing and having a good time, the next, his lips were on hers. It was everything he could have imagined. When he pulled away though, finally unlocking his lips from hers, she was dead silent.

"Say something," she whispered. "Please say something." Their face was expressionless, their hands limp in their lap. She had messed everything up. How could she have been so stupid? Of course, they wouldn't have wanted to kiss her.

"I'm so sorry," they blurted, hand still pressed to their lips as if they couldn't believe they had done that, themself. "I shouldn't have kissed you. Not now, not without asking, I--"

He was so quiet that it was making her stomach churn. She had never regretted doing something more than now, in this moment. Why did she kiss him?

She buried her face in her hands as if she could hide from the embarrassment. "I shouldn't have done that." They were silent. So, so silent. It only made her feel ten times worse.

"I'm not upset," he finally said. "I was just surprised."

"You didn't mess anything up," they told her after a few moments of listening to her ramble.

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