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JEALOUSY IDEAS

Here are some prompts that involve your characters getting jealous of each other:

Person A and Person B have been best friends since childhood. One day Person B introduces Person A to their new friend, Person C, who they’ve been hanging out with a lot recently. Person A gets jealous of Person B’s new friendship and starts doing a bunch of silly things to have an excuse to spend time with Person B like faking sick so Person B will take care of them or purposefully locking their keys in their house so Person B has to come bring them a spare.

Person A and Person B are friends who both idolize the same musician/celebrity/YouTuber/etc. (Let’s call them Person C.) One day Person C notices Person B on social media. Person A gets jealous and spends the next few days/weeks desperately trying to get Person C’s attention online, but instead of noticing them, Person C ends up blocking Person A for spamming them.

Person A auditions for the lead role in a play but ends up being cast as a secondary role while Person B gets the role that Person A originally wanted. Jealous of Person B’s spotlight, whenever Person A goes onstage to play their part they exaggerate their performance to a ridiculous degree which earns them lots of laughter and attention from the audience.

Person A has a crush on Person B. Person B keeps liking all of Person C’s photos on Instagram but never Person A’s. Person A gets jealous and starts posting pictures in similar poses/outfits/lighting to Person C’s photos, trying to be subtle but it’s super obvious and eventually Person C confronts them and asks them why they’re doing it.

Person A has to move to a new school away from their best friend, Person B. They keep in touch for a while but after a few months, Person A has made new friends and doesn’t talk to Person B much anymore. Person B gets jealous and transfers to the same school Person A moved to. Person A is shocked when they walk into class one day and see Person B there.

“I know you weren’t my soulmate, but you made me not want to meet them.”

— 4:52 PM

Hallo! Could I get some fluff where Hero wakes up in Villain's arms, but doesn't realise immediatly and cuddles, while Villain is VERY confused but not against it? +Very proud of your recent follower gain! Great job, but never feel pressured to overwork yourself on this blog.

Thank you so much! I'm very happy with how things are going with my blog too, and don't worry I know overworking leads to burn out, so I always make sure to pace myself and take breaks when need be!

Prompt #200

[Hero] slowly started fading into consciousness, but their body still felt heavy and fuzzy around the edges. They ached from last night's battle, but none of that mattered because of the warm embrace they felt around them.

Countless times [Hero] had awoken from their restless nights all alone and in pain. Having to drag their bruised and bloody body out of bed and into the shower to lick their wounds and take care of themselves. But this morning, they weren't alone. They weren't sure why, but they were sure they were going to enjoy this for every second they could.

[Villain] braced themselves for a fight as [Hero] began to stir but their body completely froze as [Hero] snuggled into their chest and arms, smiling. [Villain]'s heart and mind raced with possibilities and implications.

Did [Hero] know it was them? If they didn't, is this ok? If they did... did they like them the same way [Villain] liked [Hero]? Maybe they were hit by a love potion or mind control device. Do they have a head injury?

[Villain] felt their head go light and heart soar as [Hero] smiled and curled more into them.

Prompt #4

Villain was especially slow today. They had been off for the entirety of the week, but today it was like fighting a different person.

"Say," Hero asked in between punches. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? Since when do you care?" Villain scoffed and landed a punch on Hero's jaw. They barely felt it.

Hero retaliated by punching Villain's gut, which caused them to grunt and double over in pain. Hero swore they hadn't hit them that hard.

They slowly approached their enemy, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. Villain hated the pity in their eyes.

"Stay away from me." They growled and attacked Hero once more. This time, Hero didn't fight back.

Instead, they wrapped their arms around their nemesis, preventing them from moving. Even that small amount of pressure earned them a pained hiss.

"I didn't hurt you that bad." Hero stated. "Who did this to you?"

"That's none of your business-"

"Tell me." They demanded.

Villain sighed. "Supervillain."

"Your boss? I thought you guys were a team?" Hero questioned.

"A team?" Villain chuckled. "We're villains, Hero. As soon as I stop being useful, the alliance is over. Considering how many times I've lost to you this week, I'm lucky to be alive."

Hero felt their stomach twist. This was partially their fault. They knew they had just been doing their job, but they still felt responsible.

"You're coming with me." It wasn't a question.

"No way." Villain struggled against Hero's arms. "I don't need your pity nor your help."

"As a hero, it's my job to take care of those in need." Hero declared as they scooped them up into a bridal carry. "That includes you, whether you like it or not."

"I don't like it." Villain sulked.

"I know."

Prompt #189

It’s all good I get what your asking for (I’m pretty sure at least lol) I hope you enjoy!

“No no no no” [Villain] shook as they delicately tucked [Hero] into their arms, a mere shadow of their former self. What once was a shining radiance was now snuffed out by blood and pain, [Hero] merely laid limply in their arms.

“Why?” [Villain] sobbed as they gently tried to brush the hair stuck to [Hero]’s face out of their eyes.

“They made you soft,” [Super Villain] shrugged, looking down upon the piteous couple, “You got too comfortable, so I felt you needed a little… push.”

[Villain] ripped their gaze away from their lover to stare at [Super Villain], “I’ll kill you for this.” they snarled with all the fury of a rabid animal.

“There it is,” [Super Villain] smirked as they saw that once dull flame burning brighter than ever in [Villain]’s eyes.

Outcast Heroine x her rival

The thought of inviting her, 

it didn’t even cross their mind, did it?

Heroine stared at the rest of her team, who never seemed to notice her existence. By the loud laughs and noticeable drop of seriousness, they were heading to the bar. Leaving her to be the only to work on their shared case. Again.

Who cares.

She will be the one who laughs at the end.

She might be the outcast here, but it only proved her worth. She works harder, she is more serious, she will solve this case. I will get to see the shock of her so-called teammates as she stares with cold, satisfied eyes.

She just needs to wait patiently until that happens.

Yet it somehow still hurts. And unwillingly, she caught herself stealing glances at the noisy group. Especially at one she thought would act differently. Her rival. 

He laughed with the others, seemingly forgetting her existence. He just never acted that way. He always argued with her, competed against her, sent her way his grin when he cracked a case and eye rolls when she beat him to it.

Called when she was sick, noted her insights, listened to her

But apparently there was a company he liked better.

Heroine’s tension calmed a bit when the noisy group finally left. She went over her suspect’s files again, looking for a loose thread. Loneliness was her curse, but mysteries her blessings.

The man she suspected was a history professor.

He is known to lock himself in his apartment and write books, rarely interacting with his colleagues and students.

The victim was a writer who’s newly published first book became the crowd’s favor immediately.

The two have barely known each other. 

But Heroine knew how deep jealousy could go. There were days she planned in her mind how she would hide the bodies of her teammates.

He had sent to someone else, the victim’s advisor- several ‘erroneous’ emails. They were clearly separated by words, but each was complete gibberish. 

Still, it seemed too weird, and she never saw an ‘error’ such as that.

She had earplugs, a workspace all of her own, and the calming feeling of unveiling another secrecy. 

Nothing could invade the mind, 

block any worries  and make someone forget about their existence like a good mystery.

She didn’t know how long she was in peace, until someone coughed from the other side of the room.

Rival stood there, with a lopsided smile, holding two cups of coffee.

“Something interesting?”

He walked to her desk and placed one cup beside her, having some awkwardness in his movements.

It was a cold coffee, with little milk and ice cubes.

He remembers-

“Oh, umm, thanks.”

Heroine cleared her throat.

“I have a hunch,”

She said, then questioned his motives.

“but it’s just a theory.”

He nodded slightly, getting the hint. But didn’t go yet.

“Well, you, want some quiet or-”

“Aren’t you going with the others?”

He blinked. Then shrugged, still having some awkwardness.

“I can’t let you be the only one who stays over. It makes me look bad.”

“Don’t blame your ugliness on me.”

“Ouch.”

He gave her a half-laugh, and sat in his place. There was silence for a little while. Heroine continued to go over emails, silently listening to Rival unpacking his equipment and playing with his pen.

“So, wanna share some ideas?”

He said it trying to sound unintrested, she noted.

Is this why you stayed?

“What’s it to you?”

“My job, actually.”

He expected a reaction for a moment.

Rival cleared his throat.

“I won’t take your credit.”

Heroine crooked an eyebrow.

“Promise. I wanna catch this bastard as much as you.”

Another’s comments may be helpful, and Rival, as cocky as he is, always kept his word.

“Come take a look.”

He came over, a little too quickly. Then leaned into her desk, right next to her chair. close

“The emails. There are several supposedly emails with errors, they make no sense and only contain one line or so, but there are too many of them.”

Heroine completely immersed herself in the mystery, trying to ignore the warmth she sensed from Rival.

“I tried to check some simple ciphering methods. The thing is, some words make sense when decoding them using straightforward letter-shuffling. But in each email there’s at least one word that never makes sense after deciphering.”

She passed him her papers, and he tilted down to examine it. For a moment, she could see his face from so close. Her gaze immediately turned to the printed emails.

“I highlighted these words. They are the only ones with special characters. If we decipher them, we might have proof that the suspect purposely wrote these emails to hide messages.”

“hmmm…”

His hand was quite close to hers, she realized, some part of her wanted to touch it. Learn exactly how warm he is.

Heroine took her coffee and drank almost all of it in one slip.

“He is not a mathematician, isn’t he? or a puzzler?”

“An historian.”

“It’d be tough to convince he made up a cipher.”

“True.”

“What did he research?”

“He had a fondness for royal families. He’d write about grand schemes and falls and such.”

“Did he write anything about Mary, queen of the scots?”

She tilted her head, trying to remember if she read about such character. 

“She’s been the queen of Scotland since she was six, but also wanted England. She got imprisoned and plotted to assassinate Elizabeth the first from a cell.”

“Well, you are knowledgeable, I’ll get you a paper star later,”

Rival rolled his eyes.

“but how does it help us?”

“She communicated her plot using a cipher.”

Heroine’s eyes widened.

“What kind?”

“Quite simple, but hard to decrypt- she used letter switching like you did, but she also made special symbols to refer to people.”

“So if we try to assign to each special character a possible name-”

“We’ll reveal the message.”

She was smiling. This mystery could be solved. Her hunch might be right. Oh, the looks on her teammates’ faces will be wonderful

“This is so much better than a drinking night.”

Rival chuckled, probably amused by my rapture as always.

Only now she noticed that he was smiling brightly, too. But it looked different. It looked softer.

She cleared her throat.

“We should get into it. I made a chart of how the letters shuffle, here, take, just think of things he’d want to hide and see if the texts make sense.”

She leaned over her desk, making a list of possibilities that jumped into her mind.

“Mind if I’ll work here?”

“Sure”

It only took an hour.

Heroine eagerly showed Rival her findings. A possible interpretation of the messages, in which the victim’s name and the place of the murder had code words.

Her hand rushed to her cup, only to see that it was empty long ago.

So this was it. She looked at Rival, and and he seemed a bit saddened, too.

“You can take some credit, you know.”

He waved his hand dismissively, packing his things.

“Nah. You’d figure it out anyway.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Heroine started packing as well, already realizing she’ll immediately miss… whatever this is that they have now.

“Still, we… we did this together.”

Rival froze for a moment, staring at her with something akin to… awe.

“It’s yours,”

He smiled, incitement returning to his features.

“the fun is enough for me.”

They started walking together towards the door.

“More fun than drinking night?”

“Much more.”

Fortunately, their cars were in the same direction. There was still one more mystery.

“Why did you stay?” “Hm? I told you-”

“Seriously. You never stay overnight. You could actually be drunk right now, with, you know…”

The more amusing parts of our team

There was silence for a few moments, growing more noticeable every second. Rival was rarely out of words.

“It’s kinda nice when it’s just us”

Heroine stopped mid-walking and stared at him. It was her turn to be speechless. Is this…? Is he really…? 

“It is”

She agreed, eventually. Both of them stood on the road, blushing.

“We can… um… be tog- ”

She took a big breath.

“We can hang out the office. If you want.”

A small smile came back to Rival’s face.

“Yes. Sure. Great.”

MUCH better than drinking night

Naama Levi is back home

“You shouldn’t trust me. I’ll make sutures out of your heartstrings and I won’t apologise when I use them to stitch myself back together.”

prompt from @gingerly-writing, which inspired this snippet!

The hero, seated in the chair before the villain’s desk, blinked. Neither said anything for a few, long seconds, then the hero cleared their throat. “That was dramatic. How long did it take you to come up with that?”

The villain’s lips thinned. Trust the hero not to take them seriously. 

“I am warning you,” they said tersely. “Stop asking me for help.”

“We’ve worked together before, and it’s turned out.”

“Not for the long-term. Not the way you’re describing.”

The hero leaned forward in their chair, their gaze too calm and steady and unafraid. “I never said I trusted you. I just need your assistance.”

“You never said you liked me either,” the villain said. “Yet I don’t see you denying that you do.”

This time, that got a reaction out of the hero. They leaned back, gaze flickering away from the villain. They cleared their throat again. “Yeah, so?”

“I have concluded that your mental processes are compromised. Very much so.”

A smile just barely tugged at the corner of the hero’s mouth as they glanced back at the villain, but the amusement was clear in their voice. “You have ‘concluded’? I would certainly be interested in seeing your research paper. How many pages is it? A hundred?”

The villain slammed their hands down on their desk and stood. Discomfort grew in their stomach as the hero didn’t flinch, just kept watching them as if they were no threat. As if they had never brought powerful men to their knees, as if they hadn’t overwhelmed the city’s police system for an entire month, as if they hadn’t fought the last menace who had resided here and won.

Two years ago, the hero would have had their weapons drawn in a blink of time. Today, the hero sat unarmed in their base.

“Let me make this clear to you,” the villain snapped. “This isn’t funny. Just because we don’t fight anymore, because I don’t send you home limping—”

“I think I sent you home limping—”

“Shut up.”

Slowly, the hero rose to their feet.

The villain continued, picking up momentum. “Lack of fights between us, this ‘peace’ you refer to, is all in your head. We are not allies. When you let down your guard you are giving me the opportunity to use you however I wish. I don’t know what you use to think, but it isn’t your brain. You’ve claimed I’m not as bad as the others, but do you think I won’t use the opportunity to claim more power?

“You give me your trust, your heart, and I’ll rip it to shreds. Do you know what I could do with you? What I could gain? Your body in my control could buy me a place within the Blood Stars. I could hand you off to a dozen different organizations and reap millions in benefit.”

“You could,” the hero said softly. They moved smoothly towards the villain, around the edge of their desk to stand before them. “But you won’t.”

The villain opened their mouth, and the hero pressed a finger to their lips.

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