#fluff to angst prompt challenge

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

[sanaexus]

i geniuenly cannot understand the hate behind fanfic writers or the idea that they aren't "real writers". they are writers sure they're not some modern day shakespeare but that does not discredit the fact that these people clearly put thought and effort into their original work, even if it's based on a fandom or some sort of media.

just because their work is not "real literature" or some "literary masterpiece" does not mean it's not valid. because not every piece of writing or every author has to written a ground shattering new york's best seller to be considered a "writer".

i call this propaganda bullshit made up by jealous and tone deaf people. because fanfic writers clearly have the skill, to write characters, build worlds, create emotions and they do it for their passion no paycheck nothing, just pure love for the fandom and writing.

like maybe you're the one who's cringe for thinking every other thing is "lame" or "cringe" because why do you feel the need to be hating on everything. like let's not bring that hate into 2025 and let people express their interests and passions in form they want, let's not police creativity.

[loki-hargreeves]

Hi! I decided to make a writing challenge for this summer because I'm trying to get back into writing more actively. While making some prompts for myself, I decided it could be fun to share them with other people. I'm sharing this now because I like to start writing early. 💚

The idea is that every other day in July you can pick from one of three prompts, a smut prompt, a non-smut prompt or a dialogue prompt.

Obviously, if you choose to participate, you don't have to write every other day. It's totally fine to pick and choose prompts as you go and post them on any day you want. Even after the challenge ends.

Any fandom is okay

Minors DNI

Please add warnings if needed

Add a Read More/Keep Reading - link for longer fics

I'll be tracking the tag #LHJulyWritingChallenge and after July (probably in August) I'll post a masterlist of all the fanfics posted under that tag (if there are any). I'll also gladly check out all fics tagged with it or if you tag me in them. It's okay to tag me after July too 💚🌺

prompts repeated as plain text under "keep reading"

Prompts in order [smut, other, dialogue]

7/1 - bondage - trapped - "Help me, I'm stuck." 7/3 - spanking - misunderstanding - "I was worried about you!" 7/5 - aftercare - beach day - "Is this for me?" 7/7 - overstimulation - facing a fear - "Can we just leave?" 7/9 - breeding kink - cooking - "Sorry I'm late." 7/11 - striptease - kiss in the rain - "I love you!!" 7/13 - safeword - injury - "Don't ever do that again." 7/15 - mile high club - running away - "You have to trust me." 7/17 - boss/employee - fake dating - "You talk in your sleep." 7/19 - [item/clothing] stays on during - dramatic confession - "I never wanted to hurt you." 7/21 - good boy/girl/pet - make a mess - "Oh? Oh..." 7/23 - anal play - siren - "It's not your fault." 7/25 - shower - class reunion - "Let me take care of it." 7/27 - lactation kink - ultimatum - "Wanna bet on it?" 7/29 - sex pollen - asking your enemy for help - "Go away!" 7/31 - make up sex - birthday - "I think we're lost."

[sister-lucifer]

Taken To Another World 

⊹₊⟡⋆A Multifandom Fantasy AU Themed 5K Celebration Writing Challenge⊹₊⟡⋆

Special thanks to @ghostboneswrites2 for inspiring this! 

Interested? Keep reading! 

There will be two prompts for each genre; a pair for fluff, a pair for smut, a pair for angst, and a pair for horror. Each prompt comes with its own criteria, so read carefully! 

How To Participate: 

Reblog this post (for reach! thanks!) 

Pick a prompt (or multiple) 

Write your fic 

Post it and tag me (feel free to send it to me directly if I don’t see it!) 

Use the tag #lucifer’s 5k fantasy challenge 

The fandoms this challenge is open to are as follows: 

Obey Me!, Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Batman (and all related media), Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (all parts), and any original characters/universes.

Don’t see your fandom? You’re still free to use these prompts (and please tag me if you do so I can see it,) but it unfortunately will not count as an entry for this challenge!

Rules: 

Feel free to pick multiple prompts, but you cannot enter more than one fic per prompt! 

The fics can be part of your own ongoing series, but they must be able to stand alone as their own piece without the additional context of the series 

Please state which prompt you chose somewhere on your post 

Feel free to cross post your work to another site such as Ao3, but please, do mention that it was part of my challenge 

Anyone can participate in this challenge, however I ask that minors stay away from the NSFW prompts 

You are free to bend the prompts as you wish, there is no mandatory time period or setting 

My inbox and messages are always open if you need to ask questions, consult me, or just want to discuss ideas!

The fics can be Character x Reader, Character x OC, or Character x Character; relationships can be platonic or romantic as you wish

Some prompts are written with pairs in mind; feel free to modify this to fit in as many characters as you’d like. Poly relationships included!

Absolutely NO incest OR pedophilia under any circumstances 

NO AI, NO using other people’s writing, and NO using a piece you’ve already written

Pay attention to the criteria! Prompt 1 will have a required quote, and Prompt 2 will have a required plot point/action

The Deadline is currently undecided. This will be updated soon 

Winners: 

I will choose up to 3 finalists for each prompt.  The finalists will be presented in a poll, and the readers will choose the winner. 

The winner of each prompt will get their own shoutout/promo post including an analysis of what I liked about their fic, & at least 3 fics I recommend from them and why. 

Does all that sound like fun? Good! Here’s your prompts:

Over The River, Through The Woods…

Fluff + Faeries

Prompt 1:  In a fit of rebellion, a naive royal flees from the castle and into the woods. They stumble upon a faerie who, against all they’ve ever been taught, seems rather…kind. 

Necessary Criteria: “Anyone can do a good thing if they try.” / “Well…how often do you try?”

Prompt 2: Fae don’t often leave their villages, except to gather. Unfortunately, one foolish faerie has found themself entangled in a trap left behind by a human hunter. Even worse, the human has returned to see what they’ve caught; although, they seem far more curious than hostile. 

Necessary Criteria: One of the characters teaches the other a new word in their native tongue. 

Magic Begins In Superstition, And Ends In Science…

Angst + Alchemy 

Prompt 1: The job of an alchemist’s apprentice is rarely an easy one. Magic is a fickle mistress, after all. When the apprentice’s companion tries to pull them away from their work, the argument gets heated, until the pressure becomes too much and causes an intense explosion…literally. 

Necessary Criteria: “You’re not even smart enough to understand what I do, and you think you get to tell me when to stop working?!”

Prompt 2: The alchemist’s work is starting to consume them. Blinded by their pursuit of knowledge, they recklessly decide to slip a bit of their newest experimental concoction into their companion’s meal without their knowledge. The alchemist convinces themselves this is all for the greater good, and surely nothing all that bad could happen, but soon comes to regret it. 

Necessary Criteria: A horrible transformation. 

The Tongue May Be Twice As Sharp And Thrice As Lethal As The Blade…

Smut + Swords 

Prompt 1: A rivalry between two swordsman gets a bit out of hand when the pair decide to make a salacious bet over a duel: whoever loses must play submissive to the other, starting from the moment they drop their sword. 

Necessary Criteria: “Don’t think I’ll surrender that easily.” / “Mm, I didn’t think you would…I like it so much more when you’re fiery.”

Prompt 2: A courageous knight rescues a royal from the clutches of peril, and their majesty simply can’t let their hero leave without thoroughly rewarding them for such bravery. 

Necessary Criteria: The pair narrowly avoid being caught in the act. 

Cursed Is The Man Who Dies, But The Evil Done By Him Survives…

Horror + Hexes

Prompt 1: Foolish explorers accidentally wander into a witch’s garden. One of them can’t resist plucking a berry from a bush, not giving it a second thought as they swallow it down, only for the horrific consequences of a curse to start taking form the next day. 

Necessary Criteria: “Please…you have to tell me you know how to make this stop.” 

Prompt 2: While treasure hoarding is generally frowned upon among honorable bounty hunters, some simply can’t kick the habit. This quickly proves to be a terrible mistake, though, as a cursed trinket starts to warp its owner’s mind and plunge them into a darkness that turns them on the one they love most. 

Necessary Criteria: Creative use of an everyday object as a weapon. 

Final Reminders:

Most importantly: Have Fun! 

Make sure to read the rules carefully! 

You’re always free to ask questions! 

Tag me in your entry + use the tag #lucifer’s 5k fantasy challenge! 

Happy Writing, everyone!

(even if you don’t plan to participate, please reblog and share this post so others will see it!)

[deity-prompts]

I've only seen a few making one-liners/prompts on office romance T^T please make one huehue 🛐🥺

How could I ever say no to that face 🥺? I LOVED making these so please let me know if you want more.

Office Romance Prompts

Prompts

A pretends to not know how to work appliances around the office (photocopier, coffee machine, etc.) so that B will help them.

There’s an office Secret Santa and A swaps with people in order to get B because they have a great present idea for them. Little do they know, B is doing the same thing.

A and B are secretaries for two different executives and often stop by each other’s desks to complain about their boss.

A has a series of meetings with someone who speaks a different language, and B, who’s bilingual, volunteers to be their translator.

A is a delivery person for a local café who does two coffee runs to the office per day. B orders extra coffees throughout the day for an excuse to talk to A.

Oneliners

“Can you grab me some coffee too—” “Already did. Just the way you like it.”

“Your work ties are always so boring so I figured I’d get you a more interesting one.”

“You spend more time at my desk than yours.”

“Didn’t you hear? One of us is getting fired.”

“If we’re going to share an office, you have to let me decorate it a little.”

“I’m just sitting on the roof eating leftover ‘congratulations on your new job’ cake. Wanna join me?”

“I don’t think what your wearing is suitable for an office.”

“How many of my pens have you borrowed? Ten? Thirty?”

“Someone keeps leaving origami figures in my desk.”

“Did the storage closet door lock behind us?”

Also see:

Reasons for entrepreneurs to fake date

Rival lawyer prompts and oneliners

Prompts masterlist

[tunatober]

🌊TUNA-TOBER🌊 PROMPT CHALLENGE 2024

Hello friends! Are you looking for a prompt challenge for 2024, but don't really feel the desire to stick to only one genre? Does your sole feel betta suited to taking on a prompt challenge that provides options for kink, fluff, AND angst? Or, are you just looking to see what delicious fics or art might spawn from some of the gill-iant minds of a few writers and artists on tumblr? Whale, here's your chance!

(fine, I'll put away the puns, just know I did it on porpoise)

Started by the Murdock's Tuna Team discord server, the Tuna-Tober Prompt Challenge is a unique fic/art challenge, in which for every day in October, you are provided one of three prompts: a kink prompt, a fluff prompt, and a whump/angst prompt. Like many other 'Tober prompt challenges, it isn't mandatory to complete all the prompts. You're free to choose as you please! Do one! Do ten! Do one a day! Do them all! Mix and swap as needed! The Tuna-Tober Prompt Challenge is meant to stir your creativity, not fill you with stress. There also is no fandom or character requirement, so chase that muse where She leads you. In addition to our three prompts for each day of October, there are also four sets of backup prompts, just in case you hit a day where you just ain't feeling the three that were provided.

This blog isn't just for the rules, however. It'll also be reblogging any Tuna-Tober fics or art that our lovely team of writers and artists complete so we can keep them all in one place! If you'd like to read those fics, all you have to do is give us a follow. And if you really don't want to miss anything, feel free to set us for notifications!

If you're taking part in Tuna-Tober, either as a writer or an artist, please remember to tag your fic or art: Tuna-Tober 2024. That way I can find your fics or art to reblog. If you only post on AO3, you can also make a post here on tumblr linking to it (remember to tag it), and I can reblog that. Once I have the time, I'll set up a collection on AO3 that'll gather up any fics or art we have there, too! ❤️

Without further ado, our prompts!

Day 1: Falling Asleep In A Hospital Room ⚜ Reading To Each Other ⚜ Somnophilia

Day 2: “Why? Why do you love me?” ⚜ Flower Crowns ⚜ Mutual Masturbation

Day 3: Broken ⚜ “I feel real when i’m with you.” ⚜ Role Reversal

Day 4: “This isn’t you.” ⚜ “Are you blushing?” ⚜ Sixty-Nine

Day 5: Self-Loathing ⚜ Watergun Fight ⚜ Begging

Day 6: "Shh, I've got you now. I'm here." ⚜ Love Bites ⚜ “Spread your legs for me.”

Day 7: Nightmare ⚜ Honest Apology ⚜ Nothing Underneath

Day 8: Shaking ⚜ “You can sleep here tonight.” ⚜ Overstimulation

Day 9: Anxiety ⚜ “You don’t need to do that.” “I want to.” ⚜ ���Open your mouth.”

Day 10: "I'm not good enough." ⚜ A Hug That Lasts A Little Too Long ⚜ Strap-on/Pegging

Day 11: Tears ⚜ “I’d be lost without you.” ⚜ Breast Worship

Day 12: "I did it for you.” ⚜ “You remembered?” ⚜ Deep-Throating

Day 13: Loneliness ⚜ Playful Kiss ⚜ “Beg me for it.”

Day 14: "Please look at me." ⚜ Sleep Talking ⚜ Accidental Stimulation

Day 15: Hiding An Injury ⚜ “Are you jealous?” ⚜ Threesome

Day 16: Exhaustion ⚜ Accidental Kiss ⚜ Against A Window

Day 17: "I'm not leaving you." ⚜ Tickling ⚜ “Touch yourself for me.”

Day 18: Scars ⚜ Pillow Fort ⚜ “I’m so proud of you, you’re taking me so well.”

Day 19: Touch starved ⚜ “I’ll always be there for you.” ⚜ Gags

Day 20: "Who did this to you?" ⚜ There Was Only One Bed ⚜ “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

Day 21: Fainting/Collapsing ⚜ Flustered ⚜ “Was that an order?”

Day 22: "You haven't done anything wrong." ⚜ Breathless Kiss ⚜ Aphrodisiacs

Day 23: Father ⚜ “If you won’t take care of yourself, I will.” ⚜ Toys

Day 24: Drugged ⚜ Drunken Confession ⚜ “Shh, do you want them to hear us?”

Day 25: "What's Wrong?" ⚜ Playing With Their Hair ⚜ “Did I say you could do that?”

Day 26: "You're not fine." ⚜ “Shut up and kiss me.” ⚜ Under The Desk

Day 27: Near Death Experience ⚜ Overheard Confession ⚜ “Let me see what that pretty mouth can do.”

Day 28: Chronic Pain ⚜ Sharing An Umbrella ⚜ Hair Pulling

Day 29: "Talk to me, please." ⚜ Forehead Kiss ⚜ Restraints

Day 30: Healing ⚜ Road Trip ⚜ “Take it off. Slowly.”

Day 31: "Why wasn't I enough?" ⚜ Blanket Hog ⚜ Stockings/Thigh Highs

🌊Tuna-Tober🌊 Backup Prompts:

Bound/Chained ⚜ Moving In Together ⚜ Almost Getting Caught

"Take me instead." ⚜ “I’m in love with you, and that scares me.” ⚜ High Heels

Insomnia ⚜ Adopting A Pet ⚜ Scent Marking

"You're not alone." ⚜ Playing A Game Together ⚜ Ass Worship

[tsukimefuku]

Hello, you amazing citizens of Tumblr. Here we are, the first writing challenge I’m happy to hold for no particular reason other than challenges are very fun.

We all know and love many Jujutsu Kaisen characters, and I guess many of us love food too. So, what if we join both passions in this challenge?

Welcome to “JJK foodies and goodies”, where you can send as part of the challenge a fic relating any JJK character with - you guessed it - food!

Slutty smut using food other than intended? Food preference head canons? A dinner scene? The sky is the limit, guys.

One fic per writer.

Said fic or Drabble must be within the 400-2000 word count limit.

It has to be an original/not already posted piece, that was written specially for the challenge.

It must feature at least one JJK character in a main role.

There is no need for it to be “x Reader”.

Any genre is accepted, but be sure to tag it correctly at the beginning of your fic.

Just to write and have fun with it. I might think of a next challenge with an actual prize, like a fanart or something of that sort, but this is supposed to be a simple bonding experience among writers and readers from the community. By the end of the challenge, I intend to make a masterlist with all of the submitted fics and put it in my pinned post.

All submissions must be POSTED on your own blogs, TAGGING me (@tsukimefuku) and LINKING this challenge at the beginning, after May 26th and until June 21st.

Any story posted for the challenge after that deadline won’t be on the challenge’s masterlist.

Considering this will be an extensive challenge to unite jjk fans and writers across the platform, I’d like to provide writers with a taglist for when they post their stories.

Readers and writer-readers: if you’d like to be on the tag list and support your fav writers works, please fill out this form (link) UNTIL MAY 25TH.

Writers interested in taking part on this challenge: on May 25th I’ll EDIT this post, putting the tag list here at the end for you to use on your fic, so be sure to save this somewhere safe :)

You don’t have to use the tag list, but you can if you want!

UPDATE: Here’s the taglist

@strawberry1042 @darkfaerietails @jay220a @fattybattysblog

@suguru-nugget @senseifupa @aleigant @gigiculona @rahuratna

@ibukiaa

And this is it, loves! Hope you all have fun. I know I will 🤓🦉

[peppertoastuniverse]

pep prompts: writing prompts! writer’s block? Build a prompt based on your birthday

Birth Month: theme or tone

January: Understanding February: Avoidance March: Comforting April: Conflicting May: Yearning June: Resolution July: Protective August: Confessing September: Mischievous October: Exasperation November: Secretive December: Reflective

Day of the month: use this quote directly or let it inspire your work!

1: “Ughhh why is it that I always have to clean up your mess?” 2: “You know, if you wanted to hold my hand you could’ve just asked, sweetheart. You know I won’t refuse you.” 3: “You said you’d stay and now look where that got us, huh?” 4: “Oh is that right? Fine, prove me wrong then.” 5: “uhhh - where the fuck is your hand right now?!” 6: “You idiot, you just fucking said that out loud.” 7: “I just… I want you. Don’t run. You always run. Don’t go just yet, please?” 8: “Don’t look at me like that! You literally just did the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.” 9: “I offered two years ago… that offer still stands. So what’s your answer?” 10: “Pfff. Why is it so hard for you to believe that I think about you? That I thought about you every day after that…?” 11: “Why can’t you just give in? I feel it ... and by that expression, I know that you do too.” 12: “Oh is that what they said to you? And you believed it?” 13: “Cmon… just once? Please? One time and then we never have to talk about it again.” 14: “So, remind me again: why did you punch me in the face?” 15: “Well, if you keep doing that, I think we’re both going to have a problem here…” 16: “You were too busy making fun of me, that’s why you didn’t notice, dumbass.” 17: “We can share, right? It won’t be that bad, and it wouldn’t be the first time…” 18: “I just don’t think that’s the best idea… especially now. Especially here.” 19: “You know you can always ask me, you know? Like with your words.” 20: “You’ll forgive me right? You always do.” 21: “Don’t you get it? I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.” 22: “Do you have to be like this, right now at this very moment?” 23: “Actually, I sleep the best when you’re around.” 24: “So… when are you going to start talking to me again?” 25: “We can afford to be late, sweetheart. Live a little, eh?” 26: “Hey - sit here!! Sit with me - I’m your favourite, right?” 27: “I can see you overthinking right now… what’s going on in there?” 28: “I’ve waited too long for you to just lie to me like that. Stop. Let me in.” 29: “I’m… I’m sorry for always talking about them.” 30: “You’re.. you really wanna do this right now? Really? Fine. Fucking fine!” 31: “Hey - hey!! What’s with that face?! I didn’t do anything yet!”

[mismatched-ideas]

Twenty

Fandom: Sakamoto Days

Rating: General

Relationships: Asakura Shin & Shaotang Lu

Words: 1365

This is fic 8/20. Just as a reminder, I'm doing 20 prompts in 20 business days (so 4 weeks) as an exercise to stop myself from freezing up due to overthinking. This means the fics will be largely unedited so please forgive my typos.

I know I said I was doing AUs, but… I mean, given this is from after canon, it’ll probably eventually be an AU simply because who knows how Sakamoto Days is going to end? *glances nervously at chapter 219* It's also probably an AU simply because I referenced Heisuke's age and I've found conflicting canon information about his age, so... Currently voting on Set #10

“Thank you, for everything.”

It was the beginning of April so Tokyo wasn’t all that cold, even at night. A lot of people might even say that it was not just warm, but hot. For Shin, though, it was too cold. He just didn’t stay very warm, probably because he’d never managed to keep much meat on his bones, so even in April, he almost always wore a jacket. 

Now, though, he was starting to sweat because he was carrying a nearly passed out Lu on his back as they headed home. Well, they’d missed last train, so they wouldn’t be going home for a little while. Instead, he was trying to drag the both of them to a karaoke place to wait out the hours until the trains started running again. 

Lu had officially turned 20 that day—well, the day before since it was now past midnight—and Shin offered to take her out. She’d rolled her eyes, saying it was hardly a milestone since the drinking age in China was 18. He knew that, she’d been drinking since they met, but it still felt like a big deal. But as far as he knew, 20 was still an important age in China—he was a little unclear about how important—so he insisted. 

And it was nice to just drink together. They hadn’t really done that before, with the exception of when they first met and shared the alcohol Lu’s father left her. After that, every time Lu drank it was to fight which soured the taste of any alcohol in his opinion. 

But it had been two years since Lu had fallen into their lives and things were finally starting to feel normal. He still didn’t quite know how to be normal, but it was a nice thing to have to learn. 

“Shin…” When she was drunk, Lu had a way of elongating the two syllables of his name that nobody else ever managed to do. Shin would never admit it, but he found it kind of cute. 

“You’re awake?” He asked, pausing to hike Lu up higher on his back as she shifted, making her slip. “Can you walk? If not, don’t move so much.” 

“Shin,” she repeated, obviously still wasted. Shin honestly couldn’t understand how she drank so much and yet didn’t seem to be able to hold her liquor. 

“What, Lu?”

“‘m sorry,” she mumbled. 

“Sorry? For what? I knew this was how the night would end when I asked you to go drinking.”

“No, nah that.” She really sounded like she was still half asleep. “You and The Boss and Heisuke did all that hard stuff and I didn’t help a’ all.” 

“You mean the stuff with X?” He could feel her nodding. “Lu, you helped up plenty.”

“You guys were doin’ dangerous things but I was too weak to help,” she insisted, sounding like she was on the verge of tears. “I should’ve been able to help.” 

“Lu…” 

Shin looked around, spotting a small park and heading there so they could sit down on a bench. Once they were both seated, Shin continued.

“It’s not because you’re weak that we didn’t take you along. It just wasn’t your fight. If you’d never met us, you never would’ve gotten involved in the JAA and X’s fight. I know you’re from a mafia family, but you’d never even killed someone.”

“But it was my fight! You’re all my family and I should’ve—” Lu rubbed tears from her eyes, seeming more awake, though just a drunk. “I know I couldn’t help with the JCC because I wasn’t licensed and I know Boss wanted me to make sure his family was safe while you all went to Thailand, but… Even when you went to the JAA headquarters after we fought the serial killers, I should’ve helped. I could’ve helped. If I wasn’t so weak…”

“You’re not weak,” Shin insisted. “You were also a kid.”

“Oh, shut up, you ‘ad plenty of actual kids fightin’ with you.” 

“I know, but there was no way for me or Sakamoto-san to stop them.” Shin sighed. “Honestly, I wish I could've kept them from fighting, too. Amane, Mafuyu, Kaji, Toramaru, Akira… Even Heisuke. Sure, he's older than me, but I'm pretty sure he's never actually killed anyone. Sakamoto-san and I were already fighters… Fuck, if I had my way, Sakamoto-san wouldn't have had to fight. Not because he isn't strong enough. Because… Because he has a family and a life. He shouldn’t have been dragged back into this.”

“Shin, you have a family too,” Lu said, crossing her arms. “We’re your family. And you’ve got Asakura. Don’t talk like you don’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right, sorry.” 

“I’m never good enough. You’re all so good to me, but I couldn’t help at all. I’m always late to work. I can’t fight unless I’m drunk. I got kidnapped an’ you had to save me. It’s my fault Heisuke figured out who the Boss was. I'm useless.

“You're not useless,” Shin told her as firmly as he could. “You protected Aoi-san, Hana-chan, and I at the amusement park. I would’ve died if I’d fought that serial killer alone. You kept Aoi-san and Hana-chan safe when we went to Thailand. You did such a good job that Hana-chan never even noticed she was in danger. And then you protected Aoi-san while the entire country was going to shit.”

“It doesn't feel like enough. I should've been out there fighting with you all,” She said, pulling her knees to her chest. 

Shin looked at Lu, wondering what he could say to make her understand that it wasn’t because she wasn’t strong enough. It was because she was strong enough that Sakamoto wanted her to protect Aoi and Hana. How to explain that he wasn’t saying he wanted to keep her out of it because she was weak.

“I never told you about it, but when I was in the jail with Heisuke, we met a member of X’s gang who was in there. I— If Sakamoto-san hadn’t come in time, I would’ve killed him. I wanted to kill him.” He knew what Sakamoto had said and he believed it, but it didn’t change the fact that he would’ve done it. He would’ve killed Tenkyu and the only thing he would’ve felt bad about was that he’d never see his friends and family again. “I just wanted to protect you all and I was willing to kill my heart to do it. I didn’t want that for you or anyone else.”

“Idiot, that’s not your decision to make,” Lu said, glaring at him. “Also, that’s stupid. How would Aoi-san and Hana-chan have felt if you never came back?”

Shin laughed, not expecting her to be so certain. Maybe it was because he’d expected her to look at him differently. Maybe he was still hoping for people to give up on him so that he could give up on himself. 

“Lu. Thank you, for everything,” Shin said, looking at his hands.

“Huh? What’d you mean?”

“When I got my mind reading, it was hard. I felt like the scientists hated me. Than Asakura thought I was broken. Even Sakamoto-san mostly seemed to think it was useful more than anything. But you were the first person who really just came out and said that you didn’t care about it. I know it’s not true, but when you apologized without even mentioning my mind reading, it felt like the first time someone just liked me for me.”

“I’m glad we don’t have to fight anymore.” Lu let her feet drop back to the ground as she turned her whole body towards Shin. “But fighting with you against Saw was… Well, it wasn’t fun, but I really liked fighting with you.”

Shin chuckled because, to tell the truth, he felt the same way.

“You know, maybe we should try aikido or something,” Shin said. “Might be fun.”

Lu laughed, leaning against Shin. He reached over and patted her a few times on the head before laughing along with her. Eventually, she fell asleep again and despite the night starting to feel cold, Shin decided maybe he could let her sleep a little longer.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

character A and character B are enemies who are in fact idiots in love (but they’re such idiots they don’t know the feelings are mutual). one of them is drunk, so the other has to be sober in order to look after them. suddenly the drunk one prompts their enemy to play two truths and a lie with them. it’s fine, it’s just a silly game.

until one of the 3 choices provided is an outright love confession.

and of course, that damn confession isn’t the lie.

read a fic with this prompt here

[marvelstoriesepic]

October Writing Challenges

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Hello to all of you lovely fellas ♡

If you want some Bucky angst and/or fluff you're right, here.

Below, you'll get to the links to my angstober and flufftober Bucky fics.

My fics all have their own warnings and will be written with a female reader.

I'm glad you're here and I hope you enjoy!!

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“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?”

- Anne Shirler

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Egg Fried Rice

Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Geto Suguru x Original Female Character Characters: Geto Suguru, Original Female Character of Color Additional Tags: Fluff, Mentions of food and alcohol, Flirting, Pre-established friendship, Geto and OC are roommates, There is some suggestiveness near the end, This is part of a series

Summary:

“I was,” she admits, “but I realized I didn’t feel like working out tonight and decided to make greasy food instead.” She raises an eyebrow, taking his spoon from him and helping herself to his bowl of fried rice. “And anyway, I’m allowed to eat and drink whatever I want, Suguru.”

“The point of cooking enough for both of us is so we can each have our own… is it not?” He looks pointedly at the spoon in her hand. 

“It tastes better when I take it from you,” she laughs. She holds a spoonful of rice up to his mouth. He hesitates only for a moment before letting her feed him. 

“You’re definitely different,” he chuckles once he’s done chewing. He doesn’t realize he’s said the words aloud until she goes quiet, her brown eyes wide and staring. 

Part 1: Sundane (it isn't necessary to read this one first, but it gives you some context)

A/N: What kind of writer would I be if I didn't use my personal issues as inspiration? :)

Read on AO3

He feels a little like a creep watching her this way, but he can’t help it. 

There’s something different about her. Suguru has been trying to pinpoint it for months - the change in her that’s made her seem less sweet, less timid and accommodating to the world around her. It’s almost as if there’s something that’s been lying dormant inside of her for a long time and is now finally starting to awaken.

Perhaps it’s the confidence she’s gained from the way she’s been sculpting her body. The little corner of the living room that they’ve designated as their home gym has undergone its own changes over the past half year to match her increase in strength and endurance: heavier free weights added to her personal collection, more resistance bands, a wider variety of kettlebells. She likes to say that she can’t completely change the body she was born with, but she’s trying her best to make it into the body she wants. 

He hasn’t said as much to her, but her efforts are paying off in a way that makes him look twice at her sometimes.

Or perhaps the change is because of her hair. 

After four years of letting it grow long, she’d decided she needed something different. He’d come home one day to find her in her bathroom with trimming shears in her hand. “I feel so liberated,” she’d told him, a satisfied smile on her face as she admired the haircut she’d given herself. He’d certainly been impressed that she’d had the courage to cut it at all, let alone to do such a good job of it on her own. 

He likes it. He thinks it suits her.

And while those things have brought about changes that Suguru can see, he thinks it’s probably the things he can’t see that truly make her look different. 

The sadness in her eyes is gone. He doesn’t see that wistful look in her gaze whenever certain songs come on. Suguru knows who those songs reminded her of. 

He doesn’t hear her crying in her bedroom anymore, the way she did every night for long months after the breakup. There is no longer the sound of her trying to muffle her sobs into her pillow. 

She frowns less and sleeps more.

She seems less… haunted. Suguru knows that those feelings that once pained her haven’t disappeared completely - and perhaps they never will - but he has noticed the difference in how she carries them. They no longer seem as heavy as they did before. 

He’s always liked the way she looks, but the things that are different about her now have enhanced that. 

They’ve made her more appealing. 

She hasn’t noticed him yet. She’s shimmying and shaking around the kitchen to whatever is playing through her noise-canceling headphones, chopping vegetables and combining ingredients to the beat of the song she’s listening to. 

Suguru could watch her like this forever, but he doesn’t want to get caught.

He waits until she’s turned part of the way towards the living room before raising one hand in a lazy wave to catch her attention. 

And then he promptly curses his own heart for the way its tempo increases as her eyes light up and she smiles at him. 

“Welcome home,” she calls loudly. She seems to remember that she’s wearing the headphones and pulls them off of her head to let them rest around her neck. “Sorry,” she says sheepishly, in a softer tone. “I can never really hear how loud my voice is when I’m wearing these.”

“Mm,” he grunts softly, making his way over to the bar that separates the kitchen from the rest of the apartment. He leans forward, squinting at the skillet on the stove. “What’s that? It smells good.”

“Just egg fried rice,” she answers as she stirs oyster sauce into the skillet. She looks at him over her shoulder. “Nothing as fancy as what the magnificent Geto Suguru would make for one of his clients, I’m afraid.”

“My clients are all rich, picky assholes with weird food preferences,” he replies. “I wouldn’t want what they eat anyway.”

She makes a little noise of agreement as she scoops fried rice into a bowl and sets it on the bar in front of him. “Beer?”

“Yeah, please.”

Rummaging in the fridge for a few seconds yields two bottles of the IPA they both favor. She smiles triumphantly and pops the caps off of them, setting one down on the bar and taking a swig from the other one.

“You allowed to have beer?” He asks the question teasingly around a mouthful of food, motioning to the clothes she’s wearing. “Thought you might be getting ready for a workout.”

“I was,” she admits, “but I realized I didn’t feel like working out tonight and decided to make greasy food instead.” She raises an eyebrow, taking his spoon from him and helping herself to his bowl of fried rice. “And anyway, I’m allowed to eat and drink whatever I want, Suguru.”

“The point of cooking enough for both of us is so we can each have our own… is it not?” He looks pointedly at the spoon in her hand. 

“It tastes better when I take it from you,” she laughs. She holds a spoonful of rice up to his mouth. He hesitates only for a moment before letting her feed him. 

“You’re definitely different,” he chuckles once he’s done chewing. He doesn’t realize he’s said the words aloud until she goes quiet, her brown eyes wide and staring. 

“Me?” She shakes her head, filching another spoonful of his rice. He lets her. “Different?”

He’s said the words now and there’s no point in trying to recall them. The question he asks himself now is how much of what he’s thinking does he want to reveal. “Different,” he repeats. 

She gives him a measured look. “Is that good or bad?”

“Isn’t that a trick question?”

Suguru doesn’t know why his rebuttal question makes her laugh, but it does. She doesn’t seem upset, so he decides to take a gamble and be honest. “I’ll say that it’s good,” he starts slowly, watching in amusement as she continues eating from the bowl of fried rice she’d fixed for him, “but I don’t want you to think it means everything about the way you were before was bad.”

“Oh?” She takes a swig of her beer. “And how was I before?” 

“Sad,” Suguru answers bluntly. “Heartbroken… insecure.”

The hand holding her bottle of beer pauses in midair, halfway to the counter. Instead of setting it down, she raises it back to her mouth, draining what’s left. “Congratulations on seeing something not many people have gotten to see,” she murmurs. “Me at my worst. How you can say that wasn’t bad is beyond me.”

“You’re still you, just different. More confident… and happier.” He picks up his neglected spoon. “You ate all my rice,” he laughs, pointing to the empty bowl in front of him.

She laughs with him. “I’m sorry. Here---” She leans over and kisses his cheek. “A kiss to make it up to you.”

He shrugs, trying to ignore the way an innocent kiss on the cheek makes him feel and hoisting himself off of the barstool to join her in the kitchen. He scoops more rice from the pan into his bowl, and she watches him. “You look good,” he tells her solemnly, his eyes still on the food. “Not just your body---”

“Oh, are you saying you’ve noticed my body?” She teases him, bumping her hip against his playfully. “In what way, if I may ask?”

Suguru actually short-circuits for a split second as his brain decides that it needs to conjure up specific images of the two of them in compromising positions. “What the fuck, Val… I’m trying to be decent here.”

His explosive words seem to catch her by surprise. “Wait… what?” 

“I said, I’m trying to be decent here.”

He expects her to laugh, to brush off what he’s saying - and what it implies - as a joke. 

She doesn’t.

“Since when have you worried about being decent?” She studies him, her head inclined to the side curiously. “You know one of the things I’ve always loved most about you is that you say what’s on your mind, no matter what it is.”

“I don’t think you want me to say what’s on my mind right now.”

She gazes at him levelly. “What makes you think I can’t guess what’s on your mind right now?” Before he can answer, she speaks again. “What makes you think what’s on your mind isn’t what’s also on my mind?”

He stands in the middle of the kitchen, a steaming bowl of food in one hand and his half-drunk beer in the other. There are a million and one thoughts racing through his mind, and somehow his brain pinpoints just one to voice. “What about… that guy?”

She takes a beat to digest his question and what it means. “He’s…” She trails off and looks briefly away from him. When she looks back, her mouth is twisted into a bitter smile. “Weren’t you there? You witnessed it firsthand - how it all blew up in my face. You saw it for yourself… I’m toxic.” She reaches out, plucking his IPA from his hand and polishing it off.

He tries - and fails - not to notice the way her lips fit around the mouth of the bottle, and the way her tongue darts out to taste the beer before she swallows it. “Toxic?” 

Her mouth twists again. This time it’s not quite a smile. “Toxic.”

“Hm. Toxic isn’t the word I would use, but that’s a conversation for another time.” Suguru moves closer to her, until he’s backed her up against the kitchen counter and there’s no space left between their bodies. “What you are is a food and drink thief,” he asserts, his voice low and quiet. “Fixing me food and giving me beer just to take it back for yourself.”

“I told you,” she whispers. “It tastes better when I take it from you.” 

His eyes are on her lips. “You realize I’m not that guy.” It isn’t a question. “He was a good guy. I’m not.”

“I know who you are, Suguru,” she laughs, a little breathlessly. “We’ve been roommates for three years now. I see how women look at you, before and after they’ve been with you.” She pauses, and her next words are pitched low and quiet. “And I know enough not to get attached. I’d be stupid to think I could ever fill that space.” 

“So you’re not looking to?” I’d let you, if you wanted. He doesn’t voice the thought.

“Why would I? I’d never be able to compare anyway.” She swallows the words she really wants to say, looking away from him again with a shrug. “Besides, aren’t you scared I’m gonna poison you?” 

Experimentally, he lowers his head and presses a kiss to her neck. He likes the sound she makes when he does that. “The new you seems like she wouldn’t give a fuck whether or not she poisoned me,” he chuckles into her skin. “Or anybody else, for that matter.” He raises his head so he can meet her eyes. “Am I right?”

“Maybe,” she assents, bottom lip caught in her teeth. She pauses, then: “I thought you were hungry.”

He casts a glance over his shoulder at his neglected bowl of fried rice. “I was.”

She reaches up, toying with the tie that his hair is gathered in. After a moment she tugs on it, letting his hair loose and recapturing his attention. “And now?”

He looks back at her. “The rice will be there. Right now, there’s something else I wanna do.”

“What a coincidence,” she laughs, raking her fingers through his newly-freed hair. “There’s something I’d like to do, too.”

Next Part: Onset

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[waywardsuniverses]

I'm backkkk

Restarting this little prompt thing-o I had going for a while but I'm going to split it into 2

The first part is Thunderbolts centric, because I watched it and can't get it out of my mind

And the second part are my general prompts. All the information you need can be found below

The Thunderbolts Prompt Requests

Angst - ⛓️

Fluff - ☁️

Romance - 🌹

Smut - 🔥

Whump - 💀

(Writing 🖊️ or Art 🎨)

Character

Yelena - 🕷️

Ava - 👻

John - 🌮

Bob - 🥒

Alexei -🍾

Bucky -🦾

Random - ⚡

General Prompts

Angst - ⛓️

Fluff - ☁️

Romance - 🌹

Smut - 🔥

Whump - 💀

(Writing 🖊️ or Art 🎨)

[kybercrystals94]

Too Young to Grow Up (Drabbles Collection)

Read here on Ao3!

Rated: G | Words: 500 | Summary: Moments and memories of Omega growing up on Pabu.

**To simplify my Summer of Bad Batch Master List, I am compiling my drabbles that are part of the same series...the links to the individual posts are provided below!**

Splinter

“Hold still,” Omega mumbles around a needle pressed between her lips. She squints at the thin splinter driven deep in Wrecker’s palm. “This would be easier with tweezers.” 

Wrecker squirms despite Omega’s clear instruction. “Just get it out, will ya?” 

“Kriff, be patient. This is a delicate operation.” 

“Language,” Crosshair chides from his side of the boat. 

Omega rolls her eyes. “You’re one to talk.” 

“What was that? I couldn’t understand you with that advanced medical instrument in your mouth. Is that sanitary?” 

“Will you shut up and let me focus?” 

Wrecker guffaws. “Yeah, Cross, shut up! The doctor’s workin’!”

Wishes

“I just saw a falling star!” 

“Did ya make a wish?” 

Omega hums. She’s tucked under Wrecker’s arm, melted into his side. “Like what?” 

“I dunno, anything. Ice cones, Mantell Mix, candied meiloorun,” Wrecker lists off. 

His sister giggles. “Sounds like you want a snack.”

“How’d you guess?” 

Omega laughs again, and it lulls into a comfortable silence between them. Finally, Omega sighs and whispers, “I wish Tech were here.” 

Wrecker’s breath catches in his throat. He tries to think of something to say. Something comforting. But all that comes out is, “Me too.” 

Because some wishes don’t come true.

Calm Down

Crosshair gives Omega her pack. “Got everything you need?” 

Omega groans. “Yes, I promise I got everything.” 

“And you’ll check in every rotation,” Hunter reminds her. 

“At thirteen hundred local time,” Omega says, flicking her fingers in a sloppy salute. 

“Phee, ya sure you got enough food?” Wrecker asks. 

The pirate fixes the brothers with a look. “Will you all calm down? We’ll only be gone for three days.”

“I still don’t see why we can’t come,” Crosshair grumbles. 

“Then it wouldn’t be a girls’ trip.” Phee grins. “Omega, give your brothers a hug so we can get outta here.”

Blaster Bolts

“I hate you!”

She didn’t mean them. But she’d said them. Ugly, anger fueled words. They shot out of her mouth like a blaster bolt, hitting their mark with devastating accuracy. Like a blaster bolt, they wounded. Like a blaster bolt, they couldn’t be taken back. Couldn’t be unspoken. 

The space between them goes glacial. 

Omega wants to cry.  

Hunter won’t meet her watery gaze, her fiery rage extinguished by hot tears. “Go cool off,” he says, low voice tight. Controlled.

She retreats, all too aware of the eyes that watch her go. Crosshair. Wrecker. They’re disappointed. 

She is too. 

****

Hunter is reading a message from Echo when Omega sits down next to him on the couch. Rigid and ramrod straight, she has her fingers knotted together in her lap, white knuckled. ��I’m sorry for what I said,” she says, voice flat and careful. “I didn’t mean it. I never could.”

“I know, kid,” Hunter says. He puts his hand between them, palm up, an offering. Omega swallows audibly, unknots her fists, and puts her hand in his. He grips it tight. “I love you. Always will.” 

Squeezing back, Omega says in a soft, breaking voice, “I love you too.” 

[crimsonwolf715]

Communication Barrier

(An extension to one of my favorite bonding moments in Young Justice. Takes place during episode eight and has a couple scenes from it.)

“I need to talk to Aqualad. The rest of you, hit the showers and head home,” Batman says. 

“Head home? I am home,” Conner replies, sounding perturbed. 

That’s nothing unusual for him though. 

Everyone else but Dick and Kaldur head off in different directions. 

“Just Aqualad,” Batman emphasizes. 

Dick and Kaldur share a look, then Dick heads towards the showers, trying not to let his anger get the better of him here at the Cave. He takes longer in the shower, making sure to get every bit of muck off of him since he knows that stuff will stick if he doesn’t. He dries his hair completely, then heads out to see who’s still there. Maybe he can have an intelligent conversation to keep him from continuing to get frustrated. Everyone else is either at home or staring into each other’s eyes, so he heads to the Zeta Tube so he can go home. 

Dick goes into his room fuming. Bowser, Dick’s little robot, is currently eating a bag of potato chips. Dick starts pacing the length of his room. 

“Can’t ever talk about our issues. It’s always ‘I’m the night’ and all that other bull. He’s all ‘my way or the highway’,” Dick says to Bowser as he rolls around picking up everything Dick’s throwing for emphasis. “Maybe we could just care that I have feelings sometimes.” 

He tosses a wad of paper and Bowser catches it in midair. 

“Sir, I think you’re misunderstanding your father’s intentions with the statement,” he says. “If he only wanted to talk to Aqualad, then he most likely wanted to talk to Aqualad about something that only regarded him. Maybe it wasn’t even about the mission.” 

“Of course it was about the mission, Bowser. It’s always about the mission, and there’s never any compliments. I want to be complimented every once in a while.” 

“Is this the teen angst that Bruce was talking about?” Bowser asks. 

“When did he say that?” 

“I don’t know, it was a little while ago but he asked someone over the phone about it. Also, I believe that there’s something wrong with my wires. I’m moving rather slowly.” 

Dick turns his attention to Bowser’s movements. 

“You’re right, that’s super odd,” Dick says, walking over and picking Bowser up. 

“Weee,” Bowser says as Dick takes him over to the desk. 

Any other time, Dick would have laughed at the robot’s enthusiasm at being held, but not today. His phone starts ringing, so he looks at it. 

He answers. “Hey, Wally.” 

“Hey, how’s it going?” Wally asks. 

“I wanna punch a hole in the wall,” Dick answers. 

“Ooo, I have an idea.” 

“Are you about to make fun of me?” 

“Yeah, definitely. You should try talking to your dad. People actually work issues out when they talk to the people that they have issues with.” 

“Bruce and I don’t talk things out. We ignore them until they go away, which we’ll do again.” 

“That’s stupid, Rob.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll think about it. Don’t you have something to be doing right now, KF?” 

“I’ve got a birthday party in a bit, but I felt like it was important to check on you. I know that you and your dad struggle with communication.” 

“I’m fine. Thanks for calling to check in.” 

“You’re welcome. I’m gonna go, but don’t do anything stupid.” 

“Yeah, sure. I’ll talk to you later, KF.” 

“Alright, I’ll call you after my party’s done if I have time. Bye.” 

“Bye.” 

Dick hangs up and goes back to trying to fix Bowser. He keeps getting frustrated and messing it up, so he abandons it. He puts Bowser down on the floor and tells him he’ll be fine, heads downstairs and makes himself a sandwich for dinner since Alfred is nowhere to be seen. He attempts to watch TV after eating, but he can’t find anything he wants to watch. 

After half an hour of trying, he just decides that he’s going to do some workout. He changes, then heads to the gym in the manor. Dick’s doing physical training with his gymnastics equipment. He’s trying to concentrate, but finds it hard with the ever growing frustration. 

“Just, Aqualad,” Dick fumes, then swings off and tries to land on one of the free standing punching bags. 

He fails, lands in a roll and stumbles back into the wall. His frustration boils over and he punches the wall. He shakes his hand then goes to get water. He sits down and starts drinking water. 

Bruce finishes patrol and then goes to the Batcave to get changed. He spots Dick in the gym and sits down. He looks angry and Bruce knows that he’s frustrated about the encounter with Aqualad today. 

How can I make him feel better? Maybe some one on one time will do the trick.

“I’m going to change. Can you grab Dick and send him out to the back, please?” Bruce asks Alfred, who’s standing behind him. 

“Of course I can, Master Bruce.” 

Bruce changes into workout clothes and heads out to the basketball court in the back with a basketball. When Dick comes out with Alfred, Bruce tosses him the basketball. 

“What’s this?” Dick asks. 

“Training,” Bruce answers. “Hand-eye coordination.” 

Dick smiles. “One on one?” 

“If you think you can handle it.” 

The two start playing basketball and Bruce notices Alfed’s smile when he looks that way. Once Dick’s worn out, which doesn��t take long considering the day he’s had, the two head inside. 

After another change of clothes, Dick grabs a Coke out of the fridge then walks into the living room. Bruce is sitting on the couch reading a book. Dick walks over, then flings himself onto the couch against Bruce. Bruce looks up from his book at Dick, who gives him a wicked smile. Bruce wraps an arm around him and starts reading aloud. 

“Well, I’m gonna fall asleep,” Dick says, drinking some of his Coke. 

“Maybe you’ll actually sleep a normal amount of hours,” Bruce replies, taking Dick’s Coke and putting it on the side table. 

“Rude.” 

“You don’t need that much sugar this late.” 

“Meh meh meh,” Dick huffs.

Bruce ruffles Dick’s hair, then continues reading. Dick does end up falling asleep only to be woken up by Bruce a while later. 

“What?” Dick asks sleepily. 

“You guys have a mission.” 

Dick sits up and starts rubbing his eyes. 

“Right now?” he asks after looking at his watch. 

“Yep. Head to the Cave when you’re ready.” 

Dick nods, blinking sleepily. Dick catches Bruce giving him a loving smile before heading down to the Batcave. Dick sighs, then gets up. 

“Guess we got something to do.” 

He heads down to the Batcave and Bruce is already gone. 

“Always in such a rush.” 

Dick gets ready, then heads to the Cave via the Zeta Tubes.

[lies-and-branches]

Hey dear! I really need your help with this!

trope: exes to lovers (they were once married, but they divorced because she couldn't cope with the loss of her parents).

She wakes up after they spent the night together (just sleeping), she can't believe they're together after so much time (she's the big spoon).

Then, she wants to prepare him breakfast (she's an excellent cook); he mumbles in his sleep, something like "Mmm, no, don't go. Stay… feels better when you're here."

Thank you so much!!

I think that’s a pretty good start 🫢 what good drama. Could be seen as fluff or angst.

Imagine your Otp

Person A: I have to go.

Person B: But you don’t. …Not if you don’t want to.

Person A: Okay. Okay, I’ll stay.