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Prompt list for short prompt stories
Please comment couples or friendships or duo in general crossovers can be included with a prompt below
1. Getting lost somewhere
2. Pet names
3. Patching each other up
4. Hospital visit
5. Making fun of each other
6. Sleeping in
7. Drawing each other
8. Teaching each other how to do something
9. One of them is sick
10. Shopping together
11. Buying flowers
12. Dealing with children
13. Monopoly (Can be 2 or 3 couples)
14. Falling asleep on a couch
15. Having a mental breakdown after watching the other die
16. Singing old songs badly to cheer the other up
17. Comparing each other to art at a gallery
18. Choking and completely unnecessary mouth to mouth
19. Giggling at each other
20. Puppies
21. Watching old movies
22. Throwing each other into a swimming pool
23. Couple co-ordinated Halloween costume
24. Star-gazing
25. Someone has a headache
26. Aggressively cuddling
27. (Soulmate AU) tattoo of first words said
28. (Soulmate AU) seeing color for the first time when you touch
29. "Don't go where I can't follow."
30. "I know it's three in the morning, but I can't find my cat
31. Exercising
32. Night in a hotel
33. Watching the clouds
34. Walking in the rain
35. Climbing trees
36. Visiting a grave
37. Surviving a mob hit/attempted murder
38. Mistletoe
39. Snowball fight/building a snowman
40. Against a wall (smut)
41. On the floor (smut)
42. Shower/tub (can be smut or noy)
43. Kitchen sex (smut)
44. In a changing room (smut)
45. One of them is missing
46. Pregnancy announcement
47. Unexpected twins
48. Pretending to be a couple but falling in love
49. College dorm mate
50. College professor and student
51. Packing for camping/vacation (specify)
52. Setting up a camp site
53. A hike
54. Campfire fluff or smut (specify)
55. Proposal
56. Wedding (prep or ceremony)
57. Argument
58. Making up or forgiveness
59. Kitten(s)
60. Too much stress
61. Living room smut
62. First kiss
63. Love confession
64. Affair
65. First meet
66. Meeting while Undercover
67. Drunken hookup
68. Doing business with each other
69. Protecting each other
70. Reunions
71. Hate smut
72. Limo smut
73. Car smut
74. Coat closet smut
75. Comforting
76. Related/ twins
77. Letters
78. Cabin smut
79. One bed
80. Bickering
81. Camping smut
82. Kidnapping
83. Trapped together in place of writers choice
84. Cuddling
85. Sleepy love confession
86. Drunken marriage
87. Eloping
88. Crying in an elevator
89. Breakdown after losing a loved one
90. Giving advice
91. Getting advice
92. Meeting the family
93. Dancing at a club
94. Cyo
95. Public bathroom smut
96. Public smut
97. Club smut
98. Workplace romance
99. Hidden romance
100. Dress shopping
101. Roommates
102. Goodbyes
103. Roleplay
104. Talking about sex
105. Hallucinating the other
106. Sports
107. Sex toys
108. Sharing drinks
109. Secret kid
110. Conjuical visit( smut)
111. Dying in each others arms
112. Arrested
113 hangovers
114 platonic soulmates
115 wedding night smut
116. Tattoos
117.phone calls
118 confrontation
119 future together
120 working undercover as a couple
121 talking in eachothers dreams
122 coping with the death of a loved one
123. Love triangle
124. Getting back together
125. Making breakfast together
126. Birthday
127. Eating takeout food
128.. Buying each other a present
129.. "Help! My soulmate is possessed by the devil"
130. Picnic
131. Making out in the office
132. Date night
133. Drive-in movie
134. "Dance with me"
.135 "Come on. Tell me a story"
.136 Spending time with their kids
.137 Daydreaming about the kids they'll have together someday
. 138 Adopting a pet
139. Spending the day at a carnival or fair
140. First anniversary
.141 Stranded
. 142 Planning a trip
.143 On vacation
. 144 Fixing the other's coffee just the way they like it
.145 Moving into their new place
.146 Public displays of affection
.147 Modeling for each other
. 148 Rainstorm
. 149 Valentine's Day
. 150 Jealousy
.151 Lipstick stains on the collar
.152 Picking a couple song
.153 Kissing and making up
154. Appreciating how sexy their partner looks
Chapter 2: 64-Rubi and maca- edificó corona
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The hallways of Edificio Corona whispered secrets—echoes of lives intertwined, love hidden behind closed doors. Rubí and Maca, neighbors on the same floor, shared more than just a wall. Their connection was electric—a spark that defied reason.
Rubí, with her fiery hair and guarded heart, had always been drawn to Maca. The way she laughed, the way she moved—each gesture etched in Rubí’s memory. But Maca was different—a mystery wrapped in soft smiles and late-night conversations.
One rainy evening, as the city lights blurred through the window, Rubí found herself standing outside Maca’s door. The raindrops tapped a rhythm—their secret melody. She hesitated, then knocked.
Maca opened the door, her eyes wide. “Rubí?”
“I can’t stay away,” Rubí whispered, her voice raw. “Not anymore.”
Maca stepped aside, inviting her in. The apartment smelled of coffee and vanilla. Rubí’s heart raced—this was dangerous, forbidden. But love had never been sensible.
They sat on the couch, their knees brushing. Maca traced circles on Rubí’s hand. “Why now?”
Rubí’s confession spilled out—the stolen glances, the longing. “I’ve loved you from afar. But tonight, I need more.”
Maca’s lips met hers—a kiss that tasted like rain and promises. They explored each other—the curves, the scars, the fragile secrets. Maca’s skin held warmth, and Rubí wondered how she’d survived without this touch.
In the quiet hours, they whispered stories—of lost loves, broken dreams, and the ache of wanting. Maca’s fingers traced Rubí’s spine, igniting a fire that consumed reason. They were two stars colliding—a cosmic collision that defied gravity.
But morning brought reality—the sun peeking through the curtains, illuminating tangled limbs and tangled hearts. Rubí dressed silently, her heart heavy.
Maca reached for her. “Stay.”
Rubí shook her head. “We can’t.”
Outside, the rain had stopped—the city washed clean. Rubí stepped into the hallway, leaving behind a piece of her soul. She glanced back—Maca’s eyes held a thousand unspoken words.
Weeks passed—their affair a secret dance. Rubí’s world narrowed to stolen moments—doorways, elevators, whispered phone calls. Maca’s touch branded her—a mark she’d carry forever.
And then came the accident—the screech of tires, the shattered glass. Rubí stood by Maca’s hospital bed, her tears blurring the room. Maca’s face was bruised, her spirit fragile.
“I love you,” Rubí confessed, her voice breaking.
Maca smiled, her fingers weak but sure. “I’ve loved you since the first time you knocked on my door.”
They kissed—a promise, a lifeline. Maca’s heartbeat faltered, and Rubí held her, whispering love into the silence.
In the end, it was the rain that washed away their secrets—the city weeping for them. Rubí clung to Maca, their love defying time, space, and reason.
And as Maca slipped away, Rubí vowed to remember—the stolen glances, the late-night conversations, the fragile secrets that had built their hidden world.
Chapter 3: 14-Pedro and Fernanda-Amores de mercado
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The rain tapped against the window, a gentle lullaby that wrapped around Pedro and Fernanda as they sat on the worn-out couch. The TV murmured in the background, forgotten—a black-and-white movie playing scenes of love and longing. But Pedro and Fernanda had their own story—a tale of stolen moments and whispered promises.
Pedro’s arm rested along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing Fernanda’s shoulder. She leaned into him, her head finding the crook of his neck. The room smelled of coffee and old books—a comforting blend that cocooned them from the world.
“Fernanda,” Pedro said, his voice low, “do you ever wonder about our future?”
She chuckled. “Pedro, we’re in our forties. Our future is—”
“—still unwritten,” he finished. “We’ve danced around each other for years, Fernanda. Maybe it’s time to stop.”
She traced patterns on his hand. “Stop what?”
“Denying what’s between us,” Pedro said. “We’ve been friends, confidantes, but there’s more, isn’t there?”
Fernanda’s heart raced. “Pedro, we’re both divorced. We’ve seen love crumble. Maybe we’re better off—”
“—alone?” he interrupted. “Fernanda, I’ve loved you since we were kids. Under the jacaranda tree, remember?”
She closed her eyes, the memory flooding back—their secret hideaway, the purple blossoms raining down. “Pedro, we were children.”
“But we dreamed,” he said. “We dreamed of forever, of dancing through life together.”
And so, as the rain tapped against the window, Pedro and Fernanda leaned closer. Their lips met—a kiss that tasted of nostalgia and possibility. The couch sagged under their weight, and they sank into its embrace.
“Pedro,” Fernanda whispered, “what if we fall asleep here? Just for tonight.”
He chuckled. “Under the jacaranda tree of our memories?”
“Yes,” she said. “And when we wake up, maybe we’ll find our forever.”
And so, as the rain played its lullaby, Pedro and Fernanda drifted into dreams—a future unwritten, a love rekindled. The black-and-white movie flickered, but their story—their kiss—was vivid, colorful, and real.
Chapter 4: 133-Marcia and Esteban-La Madrastra
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The summer air was thick with nostalgia—the scent of popcorn, the hum of car engines. Marcia and Esteban sat in Esteban’s vintage convertible, parked at the edge of the drive-in movie lot. The screen flickered to life, casting shadows on their faces.
“La Madrastra,” Marcia whispered, her eyes wide. “I remember watching this as a child.”
Esteban adjusted the radio, tuning in to the movie’s audio. “It’s a classic,” he said. “A tale of love, betrayal, and secrets.”
Marcia leaned against him. “And a stepmother who’ll stop at nothing.”
The film unfolded—a melodrama of forbidden romance, stolen glances, and dramatic confrontations. Marcia’s heart raced—nostalgia mixing with the present. Esteban’s fingers found hers—their connection as vivid as the movie on the screen.
“Remember,” Esteban said, “when we used to sneak into drive-ins?”
Marcia chuckled. “You were always the rebel.”
He kissed her temple. “And you were the dreamer.”
They watched the characters—the scheming stepmother, the tormented lovers. The night breeze carried their whispered conversations—the ones they’d had as teenagers, the promises they’d made.
“Esteban,” Marcia said, “do you ever wonder about the songs we used to sing?”
He glanced at her. “The lost ones?”
She nodded. “The ones we composed under the stars.”
Esteban strummed an imaginary guitar. “I remember the melodies—the way they echoed through the night.”
Marcia’s voice was soft. “We were going to be musicians.”
“But life took us elsewhere,” Esteban said. “Responsibilities, expectations.”
The movie reached its climax—the stepmother’s downfall, the lovers reunited. Marcia’s eyes shimmered. “What if we find our lost song?”
Esteban leaned closer. “Maybe it’s still out there—waiting for us.”
They stepped out of the car, the movie’s soundtrack fading. The drive-in lot was empty—the screen a canvas of memories. Marcia hummed—a tune from their past.
Esteban joined in—the chords familiar, the lyrics elusive. “Our lost song,” he said. “The one we never finished.”
Marcia’s laughter was bittersweet. “Maybe we can find it again.”
They walked hand in hand—their footsteps echoing through the quiet. The night held promise—the stars above, the drive-in screen behind them.
“Esteban,” Marcia said, “let’s write a new song.”
He pulled her close. “Together?”
She kissed him—a promise, a reunion. “Always.”
And so, in the glow of the drive-in’s memory, Marcia and Esteban sang—a melody of second chances, of love rekindled, of the lost song they’d find together.
Chapter 5: 89-Encarnación and edvugies-La sal del desierto
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The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the vine-covered hills. Encarnación and Eduviges—their lives entwined by fate and secrets—stood on the veranda, their hearts heavy with grief. The Macht der Leidenschaft—the power of passion—had fueled their love, but now it threatened to consume them.
“Eduviges,” Encarnación’s voice trembled, *“he’s gone. Bernardo is gone.”
Eduviges held her close, their tears mingling. Bernardo Covarrubias—their son, their pride—had been the heart of their home. But now, he lay in the cold earth, his death shrouded in mystery.
“Encarnación,” Eduviges whispered, *“we must find answers. We can’t bear this pain forever.”
And so, they delved into the past—the faded letters, the hidden cellars. The truth emerged—the stolen land, the betrayal that had fueled their feud.
“Eduviges,” Encarnación said, her voice raw, *“we must break the cycle. Let love heal what hate has broken.”
And as they stood there—the moon their witness, the vineyards their sanctuary—Encarnación and Eduviges leaned into each other—a fragile alliance against the darkness, against the echoes of loss.
Chapter 6: 99-El amor está de moda- Gabby and Lucas
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Gabby worked diligently at her desk, sketching the latest designs for the upcoming fashion show. She glanced up occasionally, stealing glances at Lucas, who was engrossed in a meeting with the marketing team. Her heart fluttered every time he smiled or laughed, but she quickly looked away, afraid of being caught.
Gabby: (muttering to herself) Get a grip, Gabby. He’s your boss, nothing more.
Just then, Lucas walked over to her desk, his presence causing her to fumble with her pencil.
Lucas: (smiling) Gabby, do you have a moment? I need your opinion on something.
Gabby looked up, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Gabby: (nervously) Of course, Lucas. What do you need?
Lucas handed her a sketch, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
Lucas: (enthusiastically) I was thinking of adding this design to the collection. What do you think?
Gabby studied the sketch, her professional instincts kicking in.
Gabby: (thoughtfully) It’s beautiful, but maybe we could add a bit more texture to the fabric. It would give it more depth and movement.
Lucas nodded, impressed by her insight.
Lucas: (grinning) That’s a great idea. I knew I could count on you, Gabby.
Gabby’s heart soared at his praise, but she quickly composed herself.
Gabby: (smiling) Just doing my job.
As Lucas walked away, Gabby sighed, wishing she could tell him how she really felt. Later that evening, as the studio emptied out, Gabby stayed behind to finish some last-minute adjustments. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice Lucas returning.
Lucas: (softly) Gabby, you’re still here?
Gabby jumped, startled by his voice.
Gabby: (flustered) Oh, Lucas! I didn’t hear you come in. I just wanted to finish these sketches.
Lucas walked over, his expression serious.
Lucas: (gently) Gabby, there’s something I need to tell you. I’ve been trying to find the right moment, but it’s never seemed right.
Gabby’s heart pounded in her chest. She had no idea what he was about to say, but she braced herself.
Gabby: (nervously) What is it, Lucas?
Lucas took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers.
Lucas: (softly) Gabby, I have feelings for you. I’ve tried to ignore them, but I can’t. You’re talented, kind, and you make this place brighter just by being here.
Gabby’s eyes widened in shock. She had never expected this.
Gabby: (whispering) Lucas, I… I feel the same way. But I didn’t think you would ever notice me like that.
Lucas stepped closer, taking her hands in his.
Lucas: (sincerely) How could I not notice you, Gabby? You’re amazing. But we need to be careful. Our relationship could complicate things at work.
Gabby nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Gabby: (softly) I know. But we’ll figure it out, together.
Lucas smiled, his heart swelling with affection.
Lucas: (gently) Together.
They stood there, holding each other, finding comfort in their shared feelings. For Gabby and Lucas, their love was a secret, but it was a secret worth keeping.
Chapter 7: 111-Andrea and marta-Algo está cambiando
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The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm, golden glow over the streets. Andrea and Marta had been through so much together, their love growing stronger with each challenge they faced. But now, they found themselves in a situation that tested their bond like never before.
They had been caught in the crossfire of a dangerous confrontation, and both were gravely injured. As they lay on the cold, hard ground, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, they reached out for each other, their hands trembling.
"Marta, stay with me," Andrea whispered, his voice filled with desperation. "I can't lose you."
Marta's eyes were filled with pain, but she managed a weak smile. "Andrea, I'm right here. We'll face this together, just like we always have."
As they held each other, memories of their time together flashed through their minds. They remembered the laughter, the tears, and the countless moments of joy and love they had shared. Their bond was unbreakable, and even in their final moments, they found comfort in each other's presence.
"Andrea, I love you," Marta said, her voice barely audible. "You've been my rock, my everything."
Andrea's eyes filled with tears as he looked into Marta's eyes. "I love you too, Marta. You've given me so much happiness. I wouldn't trade our time together for anything."
As the darkness closed in around them, they held each other tightly, their hearts beating as one. They knew that their love would transcend even death, and that they would always be together in spirit.
With their final breaths, they whispered words of love and gratitude, finding solace in each other's arms. The world around them faded away, but their love remained eternal.
Chapter 8: 58-barcedes- perdona nuestros pecados
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The tension in the room was palpable as Bárbara and Mercedes stood facing each other, both their faces flushed with anger. Their argument had been intense, words flying like daggers, leaving a chasm of hurt feelings between them.
"Bárbara, I just don't understand why you can't see my point of view," Mercedes said, her voice wavering with emotion.
Bárbara crossed her arms, her expression stubborn. "It's not that I don't see it, Mercedes. It's just—" She paused, taking a deep breath. "It's just that I think you're being unreasonable."
Mercedes's eyes filled with tears, and she turned away, her heart aching. "Maybe I am," she admitted softly. "But it doesn't change how I feel."
The room fell silent, the weight of their argument hanging in the air. Bárbara watched Mercedes, seeing the pain in her eyes, and her own anger began to melt away. She stepped closer, her voice gentle. "I don't want to fight with you, Mercedes. I hate seeing you like this."
Mercedes looked back at Bárbara, her tears threatening to spill over. "I hate it too," she whispered. "But we can't keep hurting each other like this."
Bárbara reached out, taking Mercedes's hands in hers. "You're right. We need to find a way to communicate without tearing each other apart."
Mercedes nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I don't want to lose you, Bárbara. You're too important to me."
Bárbara's heart swelled with emotion, and she pulled Mercedes into a tight embrace. "You’re everything to me too," she murmured. "I'm sorry for everything I said. I didn't mean it."
Mercedes clung to Bárbara, her tears finally falling. "I'm sorry too. Let's promise to work on this together. No more arguments like this, okay?"
Bárbara nodded, wiping away Mercedes's tears with a tender touch. "Okay. We’ll face everything together, no matter what."
As they held each other, the tension between them dissolved, replaced by a renewed sense of love and commitment. Their argument had been painful, but it had also brought them closer, reminding them of the strength of their bond.
And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love stronger than ever.