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bbreaddog · 1 month

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It’s the morning after a wild New Year’s Eve party and there are quite a few regrets. . . .writer's choice for characters! ^_^

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

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Thanks for your one-and-a-bit-years’ long patience on this 😩 I’m so excited to finally, FINALLY share this with you!!

(Prompt from this post. Thanks @noworneverphantom and @1mnobodywhoareyou for beta-ing)

AND NOW, THE FIC (M rating, 2.1k words):

Anyone who thinks having your ears assaulted with the incessant blaring of a dawn break alarm is a great way to start the day is a damn liar.

He slaps his hand over the bedside table blindly until he finally hits the offending object. The noise stops. He flops over onto his stomach.

It’s 7am, January 1st. Fantastic information for someone who actually cares. Not him, though.

His body, however, does. Five hours is not nearly enough to… Well, five hours is not enough. Celebratory drinks on New Year’s Eve can be fun! He just forgets about the part where he has to wake up with the consequences.

He yawns, jaw aching with the stretch, and ribs protesting with the expansion of his breath. Something twitches under his palm. It kinda tickles. He sniffs.

A moment passes. There’s another twitch, then a quiet squeak.

Oh, Reggie thinks. He should probably move in case it’s a rat or something. But lifting his arm suddenly feels like lifting a boulder that’s been superglued to the ground. He sighs. It would be so easy to give up right now.

So he does.

It’s not a big deal. He could probably handle having a little rat friend. Besides, rats are cute. And if his parents didn’t let him have a hamster back in high school—well, now he can have–

An annoyed grumble. Reggie screws up his face. That’s a loud fucking rat, probably one that won’t be much fun to take care of, actually.

So Reggie, still half-asleep and hungover to all hell, makes a decision that any other responsible adult in his situation would make:

He’s going to grab the little guy.

Reggie’s fingers slowly draw in. His eyebrows furrow. It’s something smooth, and a little more triangular than the rat-shape he was expecting. Not that he’s one to body shame.

Experimentally, he squishes it.

There’s a splutter, then–

“Ow!” Reggie whines when his hand gets slapped away.

“Dude, what the hell?”

Reggie’s eyes snap open, sunlight stinging before he can smack a hand over them. “What the hell?” he parrots.

“Lemme breathe.”

“Okay,” Reggie croaks, a little hysterically. “Yeah, sure. W-what are you doing in my bed, though?”

From the other side, Luke snorts. “S’my bed, dude.”

No, it’s not, Reggie wants to say. Because that would be stupid. Being in Luke’s bed would be stupid. Reggie knows that, and Luke has to know that. They’re in a band together! A band where they’d all agreed to never shoot their shot within the group.

More specifically, Reggie had promised both Julie and Alex separately that he won’t get caught up in his long-standing crush on Luke, and that he definitely won’t end up in Luke’s bed. It’s too risky.

So this can’t be Luke’s bed, Reggie thinks, because then we would be in big trouble.

There’s some shuffling beside him, followed by a deep sigh. Reggie peeks through the gap between his fingers. Luke’s eyes are closed, the crease of his brow just smoothing out. Reggie watches Luke’s mouth soften, lips parting slightly, his breaths returning to slow waves. He looks so peaceful.

Just as the thought occurs, Reggie huffs out a small laugh. “Thought you were a rat,” he murmurs.

Luke doesn’t reply. Reggie shuts his eyes again.

So maybe he’s thought about this before, waking up next to Luke all soft and rumpled. Maybe it’s a daydream he likes to revisit regularly. So what? Sue him. It’s not like he’d say no given the chance.

Besides, he seems to recall only saying that he won’t end up in Luke’s bed, so… yeah. He just has to verify that he’s in his own bed, and they’ll be fine. Probably.

Reggie rolls over gingerly, cracking open an eyelid to squint through the bright morning haze. It’s hard to tell whose room it is at a glance when the layouts are so similar:

There’s a wooden desk shoved into a corner at the other end of the room, the chair pulled out to accommodate the mountain of clothes dumped on it; an acoustic guitar sits beside the tallboy, occupying the only section of the floor that’s ever seen the light of day. Speaking of light, why is it so fucking bright?

Reggie props himself up with one elbow, then braves a look at the source of light.

Of course, he groans. The blue curtains hanging over the window are, for some godforsaken reason, open—pushed to the sides, allowing the morning sun to flood the room.

Sure! Reggie thinks. That’s not even the worst part about it, so why not? The only thing that could possibly be worse than this is if Julie and Alex were here pointing at the curtains themselves; because the curtains in Reggie's room are red.

“Fuck,” Reggie moans, letting his eyes fall shut.

If there’s one thing Luke’s good at, it’s persuading Reggie to do things. Stupid things that will get them into stupid trouble.

Maybe they could say it was just a sleepover? Nothing had to have happened between them. Just a couple of bros sharing a bed. It’s winter, it’s cold. Saving on heating bills. Something like that. That sounds reasonable enough, yeah?

He looks back at Luke, and yeah, okay. That’s great, actually—Luke’s not wearing a shirt. That’s… fine. Luke’s fine. Like, really fine.

Getting off track. It’s fine! They’ve all seen Luke waltzing around without a shirt before. Hell, even if he was wearing one, half the material would be gone along with the sleeves. So the story could still pass. This is nothing new.

What is new, to Reggie’s horror, is the massive purple bruise blooming on the side of Luke’s neck. Reggie does not squeak. How did he miss that? It’s huge!

Don’t panic, Reggie tells himself, panicking. There could be any number of reasons why there’s a hickey the size of a golf ball on Luke’s neck. Probably just as many as for why they’ve woken up in the same bed.

Reggie can think of exactly one.

Alex is gonna be so mad. Julie is gonna be so mad.

He swallows. It’s fine, he tells himself, like it’ll be real if he keeps saying it. Maybe this could be salvageable somehow. If they’re sticking with the sleepover thing (which he’ll talk to Luke about… probably), then he should check that they’re wearing clothes. That would make it more plausible. Hopefully.

The back of his neck prickles with sweat, and he suddenly wishes the thought never occurred to him. Now he can’t stop thinking about Luke laying beside him, naked. He can’t stop thinking about Luke seeing him naked. Reggie bites his lip. This is a bad idea. Maybe he can just roll over and go back to sleep and he’ll wake up from this dream.

Except, Reggie has never been one to deny his curiosity, even if it does trap the rat, or however the saying goes. He inhales sharply.

Careful not to disturb Luke, Reggie slowly lifts up the edge of the covers. He takes in a quiet breath and, before he can psyche himself out, leans down to take a peek.

He slaps a hand over his mouth.

We’re gonna die, Reggie thinks, heart pounding in his chest. Alex and Julie are gonna kill us, and we’re gonna die.

“Luke,” Reggie says, nudging him with the back of his hand. “Luke. Luke.”

“What?”

Reggie bites his lip. He has to be smart about this. Although he doesn’t know how smart he can be with this headache swooping back in. “Do you, uh, usually sleep naked?”

Luke snorts. Reggie’s face heats up. “Yeah,” Luke says.

Reggie’s pulse quickens. “So this is normal?”

“Yeah,” Luke says again, slower this time, an unreadable look on his face.

“In– in the middle of winter?”

“What are you, my mom?”

Reggie squeaks. “I-I just mean, like– what if– what if someone else is in your bed?”

Luke blinks. His lips curl up into a smirk.

“Well,” he drawls, propping himself up on an elbow. “Seems like you already know the answer to that.”

“I-I mean–” Reggie stammers, cheeks growing hot. “You could’ve at least– put some pants on, or, or… um…” he trails off, watching Luke’s eyes rake down his chest and slowly drag them back up again. When their eyes meet, Luke slips his tongue out to wet his lips. Reggie’s skin prickles.

“Now, why would I want to do that if the clothes are just gonna come right off again?”

Reggie has never claimed to have a strong resolve. They don’t make it out of bed for a while.

———

“What the hell is that?” Alex demands.

Act casual. Be natural.

”Yeah, Reg,” Luke smirks. Reggie’s blood runs cold. “What the hell did you do to me?”

Alex rounds on him. “You did this?”

“Did what?” comes Julie’s voice, and Reggie instinctively scans the studio for cover. Julie stops in the doorway, staring at Luke. “What the hell is that?” she asks, tone measured.

“That’s what I said,” mutters Alex.

Reggie glances at Luke, who’s still proudly parading the massive hickey on his neck like it won’t get them murdered. Reggie resists the urge to put his face in his hands and scream.

Julie looks between Luke’s smug expression and Reggie’s guilty-puppy eyes, and Reggie can pinpoint the exact moment it clicks.

“Oh my god, what did we say about hooking up within the band?!”

“Felt fucking good, though,” Luke says with a sly smile. “Reggie’s mouth–”

“Absolutely not,” Julie cuts in, holding up a hand. “I never, in a billion years, want to hear about what happened between you and Reggie’s mouth. Gross.”

“Yeah,” Alex says, raising a pocketed hand. “Me too.”

Reggie’s face grows hot. Hell could open up a trap door to a thousand spikes underneath him right now and it would suck less.

“I’m gonna need a moment,” Julie announces. “You two–” she points between Luke and Reggie “–behave. I’ll be back.”

Reggie hangs his head, shame creeping up the back of his neck. He hates disappointing people, least of all Julie Molina. Now the fate of his spot in the band, and probably his friendship with Julie, is doomed.

He hazards a glimpse at Luke. He actually looks sorry now that Julie’s out of sight.

Alex sighs and turns to them, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Alright, Alex, go ahead,” Luke grumbles. “We know you’ve got something to say.”

Alex watches them carefully for a beat before opening his mouth. “Okay, I don’t wanna say I told you so–”

“Yes, you do,” Reggie mumbles.

“Yes, I do,” Alex concedes, shutting his eyes for a second. “But I won’t, because I know you know you messed up. Okay, we all agreed this wouldn’t happen. I’ve kept up my end of the deal. Julie’s kept hers…” He trails off, shrugging. He doesn’t need to say it, but Reggie can practically hear it. Why was it so hard for you to do the same?

Reggie looks at Luke, then back to Alex before dropping his gaze. He’s just about to open his mouth to apologise when the door creaks open.

“Okay,” Julie breathes, carefully closing the door behind her and stepping into the space. “Now that I’m over the initial shock of…” She gestures vaguely at Luke and clears her throat. “I’ve given it some thought, and I’ve decided…” She looks between Luke and Reggie, biting her lip nervously. “We can make an exception here,” she says finally.

“Wait, seriously?” Luke and Alex say in unison. They grimace at each other.

Julie stares. “Okay… anyway,” she says. “Yes, I am serious. Just as long as the two of you—Luke and Reggie—can keep it professional when we’re together as a band.”

“Yeah,” Alex agrees. “We don’t want personal stuff to get in the way of how we work, right?”

Reggie could almost cry with relief, wrapping his arms around Julie in a tight hug with an earnest “Thank you!” before releasing her so Luke can do the same.

With the air cleared, they disperse to set up for the day. Luke bumps his hip against Reggie and throws him a wink. Reggie blushes despite himself.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Julie pipes up. “In case it wasn’t clear enough: no hooking up on band time. Got it?”

Reggie straightens up and salutes her. “Yes, ma’am!”

He hears Luke laugh next to him. “You got it, boss,” he says.

Julie rolls her eyes fondly, and returns to setting up her keyboard stand.

Reggie feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around, and Luke presses a quick kiss to his lips. It happens so swiftly that Reggie is left stunned; he stares wide-eyed after Luke, who’s already making his way toward his mic.

Somewhere behind him, Reggie hears Alex mutter, “Why do I have to be here?”

#jatp #jatp fic #luke patterson #reggie peters #peterpatter #ruke #ask #jmrothwell #new year prompts #writing prompts #i write things #mine #FUCK. the relief is so great. you’ve no idea #I’m so happy i finally get to share this AHHHH #i hope i made it worth the wait

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firewoodwander · 1 year

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Echo5 and 5, of course! 💖

5. we rented a place together with our friend group for vacation, but there are only double beds in every room and everyone else already found a sleeping partner

“I guess this is us,” Echo says.

He drops his duffel at his feet and immediately turns his attention to the balcony doors, beyond which they can see the forest stretching far above into the mountains they’re staying on.

Fives follows, leaving his things by the wardrobe and snooping about the room. He’s drawn, inevitably, to the large bed in the middle that they’re supposed to share, and the somewhat hysterical humour that rises when he notes how pristine and unassuming its been made up to look.

“So,” he asks, possibly a touch too forced on the casual tone, “which side do you want? I usually take the right.”

“Whichever,” Echo replies, and fuck, Fives wishes he could be as cool as him right now, and not freaking the hell out like a teenager.

“Cool,” he says instead. He examines the magazines on the coffee table for a short moment before flipping down on the sofa to stare at the side of Echo’s face, backlit by the bright sunshine outside. “Do all the rooms have a view like this?”

Echo turns back around, flashes Fives a smile and then starts rooting through his bag. “Only Jesse and Kix next door. I think we got the best room in the house, actually.”

“Well, as long as we don’t end up having to listen to them have sex or whatever,” Fives points out cheekily. He’s very lucky he doesn’t blush, because now all he can think about is how to get revenge if they do, and his only good idea is based in his many, and entirely inappropriate fantasies involving his best friend.

With whom their entire friend group has made him sleep with, platonically, for a week. Tup had even had the gall to laugh at him.

Echo snorts. “If we do, I’m going to make it so we leave them behind in the woods or something. I’ve had enough of them to last me the rest of my life.”

Fives laughs and starts up a mental mantra of don’t think about it, do not think about it, seriously don’t think about just don’t. It doesn’t work very well, but he keeps trying all the same.

“Ah, got it,” Echo says then, finally retrieving his swimming shorts from his bag. He grins at Fives again—and how someone can be so cute and so hot at the same time truly escapes him—and waves the trunks in his direction. “Come on, slow poke. Rex said we had ten minutes or they’d leave us behind.”

Fives is well, truly, and thoroughly fucked.

“All right, all right,” he mutters, coming to this understanding in a moment perfect clarity, and hurries to get his towel.

If he survives this week without firstly making a complete fool of himself, nor secondly blurting out some kind of embarrassing confession at the worst time just like an idiot, Jesse owes him at least three drinks. And so does Tup. And Tano. And probably Rex too.

Fives really, really hates (loves) his friends.

#new year prompts #echo5 #cloneshipping #writing tag

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hayleysprompts · 1 year

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New Year Prompts

As the year is almost, I thought why not have some new year prompts. Wishing you all a lovely happy new year!! 1. Kissing at midnight 2. Kissing a total stranger when the clock strikes 12. 3. “What is your new year's resolution?” 4. Watching the fireworks together 5. “This year is our year” 6. “I get to spend another year with you” 7. Counting in the countdown together 8. “I wanted to tell you on new year, that I love you” 9. “Let’s have a drink” 10. “I hope this year is a better year for us”

#hayleyspromptlists #prompts #writing prompts #new year prompts #new years eve prompts #prompt list #prompts list

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queenofbaws · 1 year

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For those new years prompts! Number 5 of the dialogue for Josh Sam? I’ve been dying over them again lol

happy holidays!!! I hope you a lovely time, and happy new year!!! We made it!!!

It felt weird being at Emily’s New Year’s Eve party – not bad, just weird. Sam couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone anywhere but the Washingtons’ to watch the ball drop, it was just sort of their thing! Their house was made for New Year’s, what with all the giant tvs and wide, open spaces for people to mingle, and Emily’s place was nice, but –

Oh who was she kidding? This had nothing to do with the Washingtons’ cushy interior design and everything to do with missing Josh. The twins too! Just…just mostly Josh.

“Someone’s got it baaad,” Jess singsonged as Sam walked by, letting herself out into the chilly night, and she couldn’t even disagree.

As she shut the door behind her, the party grew muffled but not silent; she could still hear Mike’s voice going up and down with excitement as he made his way through a definitely-not-embellished story, could hear someone laughing, could almost make out the words of the song playing over the speakers. It was another major change from the Washingtons’ usual shindig – there was no silence at those, no matter how far you ran.

Sam zipped her coat up and sat down on the stairs leading up to the stoop, letting her head tilt back as she took a deep, deep breath of the icy air. This wasn’t how she usually did things, chewing at her nails and waffling back and forth, that was the kind of thing Chris and Ashley did, not her. And yet…there she was. Jess had been right to tease her, she didn’t think she’d had more than two conversations tonight, and the party had started hours ago.

It kept coming back to Josh. Like always.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned it over in her hands, knowing what she was about to do but pretending she hadn’t quite made up her mind yet. It was funny how one stupid crush could send you spiraling back to your middle school days, making you get all wobbly in your knees and fluttery in your stomach. How many times had she jokingly nudged her friends, teasing them for being too shy to say anything when someone was clearly flirting with them? Probably more times than she could count with all her fingers and toes. And what was she doing now? Pretty much the same thing.

Well. Sort of.

“This is so…dumb,” she laughed at herself, swiping to wake her phone back up. There was no going back now, she opened her contacts and tapped on Josh’s, setting her elbows on her knees as she hunched herself against a slight breeze.

For as long as she’d known the twins, Josh had been – there was no nice way to say it – a problem. He was snarky, he was rude, he was funny, and worst of all he was smart enough to know exactly how to use all of that to his advantage. She’d spent more time than she was willing to admit pretending she didn’t have a big old crush on him, not just because he was her best friends’ older brother and that was as cliché as cliché got, but also because he was, well, kind of a dick. An endearing dick, sure, but a dick nonetheless.

The thought made her snort, and she smiled as her phone rang, knowing full well what she was about to do to his already overblown ego. That was fine, though. He really hadn’t left her any choice. When he and the twins had revealed they wouldn’t be able to do the usual party this year because they had a Big Important Family Event, the only thing more ridiculous than their theatrical groans and wails of distress was how her stomach had just…dropped into her feet. That was when she’d realized there wasn’t any point in denying it.

Jess had said it best: She had it baaad.

Sam sat up a little straighter as the line clicked and rolled into Josh’s voicemail recording, her eyes similarly rolling up towards the mistletoe and holly Emily had hung from the eaves above her. “Washington Pictures, Incorporated,” his message began, and God help her, she could hear the smirk he’d recorded it with, “our kills are your thrills. Please leave a message after the beep, and remember: All requests for autographs will be denied.”

“You really need to change that,” she said once the message tone played. “One of these days, someone’s going to think you’re serious, and I’m not saying your dad would sue you for copyright infringement, but…” Again, she had to laugh, shaking her head as she came to terms with what she was actually about to do. “Know what? I take that back. Yes he would.

“But hey, I know you’re busy with family stuff tonight, so don’t worry about getting back to me or anything…it’s just that I’m at Emily’s thing, and…ugh, okay, go ahead and laugh at me all you want when you’re listening to this, but I’m going to be honest with you, Josh. I’m not having fun here. I mean, I am, don’t tell Emily I said that, holy cow! What I meant to say is I didn’t really realize how much I was looking forward to your party until you guys said you weren’t doing it this year. And…I didn’t really realize how much of that was me looking forward to spending New Year’s Eve with you specifically until…you weren’t…here. So.”

She reached up and quickly tucked a piece of wind-blown hair behind her ear, rubbing carefully at her face so as not to smudge her makeup. “So. Um. Happy new year. I hope your family isn’t being completely unbearable, and…I promise that if you were actually here, I’d say this all to your face, okay? I would. But you’re not, so you get a voicemail, and if it’s a voicemail you choose to pretend you never got, well…that’s fine too. Now, I’m sure I’m about to get cut off, so – ”

Click!

And just like that, the line went quiet, and she was left shaking her head at herself on the stoop. “Professionally done, Giddings,” Sam sighed, sliding her phone into her jacket pocket. “Just like in the movies!” She took one last deep breath of the winter air, then stood, stretching herself out. Rambling message or no, she had to admit, having the whole thing off her chest felt pretty good. Maybe she’d go back inside, have some snacks, one more drink, watch the ball drop, and put the whole thing from her mind until tomorrow, when she’d no doubt begin to wonder whether Josh would –

“Sam!”

“Oh man, we get a welcoming party? Sick.”

“Jesus Christ, if you’re out here, it must really be miserable inside…”

There wasn’t enough time for her to understand what was happening before someone had thrown themselves against her, their arms wrapped so tightly around her that she thought she might suffocate. “Please don’t say you’re leaving!” Hannah begged, hugging her even tighter before letting go, putting an arm’s length between them to look her over suspiciously. “You’re not, are you? Not when we just got here! Please? Please!”

“I’m…I’m not…” Sam looked around her, and lo and behold, there were Beth and Josh, both wearing similar looks of relief. “I thought you guys were at a family thing all night?” she asked, looking between the three of them.

“Yeah, funny thing about that,” Beth said, hopping up the steps and walking past her, already tugging her hat off and shaking her hair out. “Dad was being an even worse tool than usual, so we bailed. Tell me there’s pizza, oh baby, tell me there’s pizza…” She didn’t wait for an answer, hurrying into the party and leaving them on the porch.

“You just bailed?” Sam asked.

“Waited until he wasn’t paying attention, then we dipped out the back door. Real smooth, you would’ve loved it.” As she watched, Josh glanced down at his phone, a wrinkle of confusion creasing his forehead. “One new voicemail from Sammy, huh? My curiosity has been piqued!” Smirking, he started his way up the stairs to join her and Hannah, waving his phone teasingly. “Anything important? A confession of undying affection, perhaps?”

“Perhaps,” she said right back, quirking an eyebrow. Beside her, Hannah grimaced and pretended to gag, sticking her tongue out.

Josh only grinned wider, tapping his phone and bringing it to his ear. “Easy way to find out…” he joked.

Hannah said something then, Sam knew she did, but she couldn’t really bring herself to pay attention. She nodded along, smiled, made the right sounds as she went through what was probably a more detailed version of how they’d made their escape, and all the while she watched Josh from the corner of her eye, feeling her palms go sweaty and tingly in her jacket pockets.

“…what?” Hannah asked as she caught on, looking from Sam to Josh and back again. Her tone grew slightly more frantic when Josh slid his phone into his pocket and turned to Sam, his expression caught somewhere between cartoonish disbelief and what she hoped was dawning delight. “What?!”

“You heard the lady yourself, Hanz,” Josh said, still looking at her like he was trying to decide whether she was playing some sort of prank on him. He must’ve decided she wasn’t, though, because his smirk became a smile became a grin, and Sam was positively helpless to keep from returning it. “Confession of undying affection. What can I say? I’ve got that effect on people?”

“Oh, you’ve got an effect, all ri – ” Sam started, but when Josh brushed past Hannah and bent to her, she wasted no time in popping onto her toes to meet him halfway, taking hold of the front of his coat to steady herself as their lips came together in a kiss either much too late for the mistletoe hanging above them or much too early for the New Year’s countdown. It was perfect either way, soft and slow and everything she’d let herself daydream about since her traitorous crush had first taken root.

“Oh God!” Hannah groaned, whipping the front door open and launching herself into the party as though escaping a hatchet-wielding maniac. “We should’ve stayed at Aunt Frannie’s! We should’ve stayed! Eugh!”

Sam turned to watch her flee, laughing through a heady mix of relief, elation, and a teeny-tiny shred of embarrassment. It occurred to her for the millionth time that yes, this was the danger of falling for your best friends’ brother, and yes, she’d probably have some explaining to do once they went back inside. But that would come later. Right now it was New Year’s Eve and the stars were bright, and as Josh bent to kiss her again, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wasn’t the only one who had it baaad.

And that was all she could’ve hoped for.

#until dawn #jossam #josh washington #sam giddings #new year prompts #queenie writes supermassive #icequeen-07 #heheheehhehee ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!!!#happy holidays to you too!! i hope this year wraps up beautifully and the next one starts twice as nice for you! :D

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r3ynah · 2 months

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Family of Distinguished People.

So like what if, the Fenton family is just a family full of heroes, villains, and vigilantes. like.. just imagine a long line of people that had or has contributed to the world somehow. Like the Fenton parents as Supervillains, Jazz as a Vigilante, Danny as Hero. Dani just decides to travel not too interested, but does help with her family if needed, Dan does the same thing.

BUT WHAT IF joker is actually a close relative of the Fenton Family (ex. Uncle, Cousin,Family Friend) and like he's just there all happy with his (found)family during family reunions, birthdays and shit.

And the batfam are just like so confused and stressed to why the joker goes missing once a month.

While Joker is literally having a game of Monopoly with the elementary kids at amity park (the kids couldn't bother, they've saw scarier things they handled scarier things) cue Joker giving the kids a hundred dollars because he lost.

This is just one of my what if prompts, that i got locked up in a vault. Might delete this later who knows.

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 225

Klarion is EXCITED. He's absolutely DELIGHTED even, unable to sit still as he flits from place to place. His baby cousin! Is! Visiting! Which OBVIOUSLY means he, as the older one, must make sure the main places are still standing so he can show his itty bitty baby cousin EVERYTHING! After all, he's never gotten to be the older one! He's always been the youngest in the family! But now he has an itty bitty toddler cousin- form recently shifted to match- to teach the ways of Chaos to! He's so EXCITED!

The League and heroes on the other hand, are Very concerned about Why the Witch Boy has been spotted in practically every major city in the US in the last few days. What is he planning?!

#prompts #dcxdp #dpxdc #klarion the witch boy #Danny fenton #Chaos & Clockwork are twin primordials #Danny might be stuck in this toddler form while he grows up again but this won't stop him #He is down for playing with his new cousin- aka causing mischief & exploring #Klarion is the realms equivalent of a 6 year old #Chaos has a very hands off approach to parenting while CW looks like he has a hands off approach #He is in fact a bit of a helicopter parent just via looking through mirrors #Danny is his first ghostling and look at all the danger he's gotten into at the fetus age of 3 #He has a right to worry!#DC world is the equivalent of a playground for primordial beings to let their kids run around in #At least that's how they see it #Ghosts fight for playing so that's what Klarion does with the league kid/teen teams lol #There has been many a miscommunication due to most entities avoiding Realms beings like the plagues #space core danny #DANNY IS NOT GHOST KING

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lyralit · 4 months

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falling in love with life prompts

the grey sky looking particularly warm under the glow of candles

playing music at every chance

eating. eating for your body and your heart, and learning to feel good about it

dinner early and falling asleep to a movie marathon

bundling up to catch snowflakes

thinking about what ways to make your friends smile as the year comes to close

buying flowers for every occasion because you Feel Like It

opening a new journal

accepting that people come and go, and the most important ones will always return

using your downtime to channel your creativity

calling up people you haven't talked to in ages because you think of them sometimes

rereading your favourite books and binging your comfort shows

writing every exam like it's your last, savouring each meal, every moment with your close ones

thinking about ways to get better

learning a new language just for kicks

trying something you've always wanted to do—play guitar, learn to crochet—because if not now, then when?

if not now, then when?

#lyralit #writerblr #creative writing #new year's things #writing prompts #writers block #quiet life

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nerdpoe · 9 months

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Injustice Timeline but with more Ghosts

Superman loses Lois, and starts to go rogue a la Injustice route.

Problem.

Dan, who was just entered into the Justice League, takes great offense to this.

Dan, who is reformed.

Dan, who remembers ripping every single member of the Justice League to shreds in that other timeline, and still remembers how to do it.

Superman never makes it past his opening speech to pitch the idea of hero-approved murder.

Dan, standing over an actually unconscious Superman who probably definitely needs medical treatment, looks at the other Heroes who would have sided with Superman.

"Ẅ̸̖̭͚̰̳̼̰́̇̋̚͜ͅh̴̨̛̭̝̘̻̙̝̜͔͚͛͌̿̉̓̈́̔̈̍͆̾͘͜o̵̦̟̣̖̝͔̠͍͙͖͕̔̏̈́͗̍͒̎̿͗̚͜'̴̦̣̪͓͓̤̲̲͐͌̂͋̉̚͠s̵̛̛̛̙̠̾̂͐̌̏̐́͝ ̵̛̩̹̪̤͔̰̣̼͈̒̉̿́͆͌͒͊̄͘̚͝ñ̷͉̠̩̝̇̒̐͂̄̽̈̃̅̕͘͝͠è̷͓̹̫͊̍̔̃̾̌̽̈́͑̓͜͝x̴̻̓̊̽̎̑ṫ̶̬̮̭̳͕̗̙̙̭̬̣̯͌͋̅͌̎͒͐̍͜?̴̗͍̺̼̪̞̋̕"

Meanwhile, Danny was sitting bored in his throne when a rather frightening new ghost forced her way in.

She demands an audience with him, introduces herself as Lois, and bullies him into making an interdimensional Passport.

She bullies Walker into agreeing that a Passport would make interdimensional travel follow the rules.

She has Danny searching various dimensions to find hers, because she wants to spend her afterlife with her still alive alien husband.

Danny...is too scared of her to tell her no.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #story prompt #injustice but with more ghosts au #Dan did not go through years of therapy to revert back to villainy #jazz would be so disappointed #ellie would be so disappointed #younger him would say he told them so and Dan CANNOT let that happen #If Superman needs to punch his grief out fine Dan can take it #He'll drag Superman's ass to the Realms and sign him up for a free-for-all brawl #but like fuck is he letting this shit happen again #Meanwhile Danny is very confused by this new reporter ghost #and very intimidated #he wishes her husband well because if he did anything stupid because of her death #she seems like she'll kick his ass with her new ghost powers

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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#writing prompt #shipping #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #ghost king danny #ghost circus #dick grayson #nightwing #new year’s eve #batman #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #memes

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kidovna · 4 months

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byler but as animal crossing villagers

#me planning what my first artwork of 2024 is going to be meticulously only for it to accidentally end up being furry art #setting the tone for the year right here #on that note. I’m obsessed with animal crossing rn #and seeing the villager Broccolo prompted this masterpiece #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #byler fanart #artovna #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons

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firewoodwander · 1 year

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hi len!!! cody/bly + #15 from the bed sharing list? ❤️❤️❤️

Hello!! Tysm <3

15. sharing a bed used to be quite normal for us, when did that change?

Everything aches.

This is not a new feeling, just a painful one. War waits for no man. Especially not them.

Everything aches, pervasively, persistently, dragging gritty boots (heavy, vacuum grade, soldier’s boots) along durasteel corridors.

“You can crash with me,” Bly had said, because the 327th had picked up Ghost during an impromptu rescue mission and, at capacity, there are few other places for Cody to go. And Cody had thought they’d switch out, one on-duty one off, but Secura had told them she would take over, and Kenobi had ordered him to rest, and there’s always, always something that needs doing. But.

Cody watches from the bunk as Bly submits the last of his reports. Old drafts date stamped and sent, officers’ reports signed off, official notices queued in the circulation system, that kind of drywork. Cody had tapped out a standard notice to his company before chucking his bracer down on Bly’s locker, too happy to be done with it. So he lies still and watches, weighed down with leaden exhaustion.

Bly sets down his datapad and stretches his arms back. The towel around his neck slips; he catches it before it hits the floor and uses it to scrub the remaining shower dampness from his shoulders and legs as he stands.

“Can I join you?” he asks. He never used to ask before.

Cody slides stiffly towards the wall, making as much space as he can. Bly sits down next to him, wringing the towel between his hands, hesitating.

“It’s all different, now,” he says quietly.

“Mm,” Cody hums.

“Feels like everything changed. But we’re still here.”

“Somehow.”

Bly tips back onto the mattress. Their shoulders knock together and Cody’s eyes drift closed of their own accord.

“We don’t have to change,” he lies, but it comes out as more of a slurred mumble, intoned lowly and for only Bly to hear. “We don’t have to go anywhere.”

It used to be that Bly slept best when he would cling to Cody’s arm all night. It used to be that Cody slept best on his own, and that he was cold without Bly snoring into his neck or with his knee hooked up over his thigh. Now Bly sleeps wherever and whenever, and Cody can only sleep alone if he exhausts himself first—and he is exhausted, but Bly is next to him, so he hopes (so contrary) that sleep passes them by this one, solitary instance.

#new year prompts #codybly #cloneshipping #writing tag

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queenofbaws · 1 year

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“I dare you to kiss them at midnight”

Emma to Abi about Nick?😉

“You should totally kiss Nick tonight. When the ball drops, you know?”

The party had maybe been going on for ten minutes when Emma said it. Maybe. Abi hadn’t even said hello to everyone who’d shown up yet, much less gotten comfortable with the music Dylan was blasting from the house’s speakers, but there was Emma, already hours and hours and hours in the future.

“I—uh, I mean, I—what?”

The faraway look in Emma’s eyes focused again, her attention shifting from the rest of the guests back to Abi. A red Solo cup was held primly in her hand, and as she lifted it up to her mouth, her lips curled in a smirk that could only mean mischief. “Oh, I think you heard me,” she teased, taking a sip Abigail suspected was more for emphasis than anything else. “That’s, like, the rule of New Year’s Eve. You’re supposed to use these…ancient…inscrutable…easily marketable traditions to your advantage! I mean, have you never seen a Hallmark movie?”

Every dramatic pause brought with it an equally dramatic wave of her cup, and Abi couldn’t help but smile and laugh as she had to duck out of the way of each one. “I don’t know…” she started, her heart already creeping its way up out of her chest and into her throat. Without meaning to, her eyes picked Nick out of the crowd from across the room, and at the sight of him – laughing, grinning, rolling his eyes when Jacob took one of the mini pizza rolls off his plate of snacks and shoved it into his own mouth – her fingers knotted together. “I just…what if he doesn’t…what if someone else…what if…”

“What if,” Emma interrupted, turning to block her view of the guys, “I dared you?”

Her eyebrows went up. “You’d do that? Seriously? What are we, ten?”

Instead of answering right away, Emma took another sip of her drink, her eyes narrowing and narrowing until they were itty-bitty slivers of themselves. Her smirk didn’t budge, though. “I dare you to kiss Nick at midnight.”

“Emma, I’m…you can’t just—”

“I double-dog dare you.”

Abi’s hands fell to her sides. “Oh, that’s just not fair.”

“I know.” Looking terribly proud of herself, Emma cozied up against Abi’s side, setting her head against hers. She must’ve caught sight of the guys too, because she made an exasperated little noise as Jacob began fanning his mouth, no doubt having scorched most of his tongue off with that stolen pizza roll. “I’m an awful, terrible, heartless friend who’s absolutely sending you marching off into certain social doom. See me twiddling my fingers like a cartoon bad guy? Mwahaha.”

“All you need’s a handlebar mustache and one of those spooky hairless cats,” she joked back, her heart now very, very firmly lodged in her throat. Honestly, she was surprised she could talk around it. “Any other evil plans you want to try out tonight? Tie me to some railroad tracks, maybe?”

“Oooh, I hadn’t even thought of that! But where, oh where, would I find that much rope at this time of night?”

Again, she had to laugh, covering her face with her hands even as Emma nudged her side. “Just…I’m not making any promises, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I mean it.”

“Hear you loud and clear.”

“I will…see how the night goes. And if I happen to be hanging out with Nick when midnight rolls around…I’ll…”

Emma lifted her cup to her mouth again. “Kiss him. Smooch him. Lay one on him.”

“Oh my God.” When she peeked out through her fingers, Emma’s cup was right in front of her eyes, wiggling back and forth as she was offered a sip. Abi took it without thinking, finishing what was left of it in one gulp – and gagging when the taste hit her a second later. She’d fully expected something sugary and alcoholic, and had gotten nothing but La Croix for her troubles.

“Party on, Party Bear!” Emma giggled, linking her arm in hers and tugging her away from the sidelines and into the party itself.

---

Midnight was still about an hour away when she found herself alone in the kitchen, fanning her face with a takeout menu as the house shook with music and the sound of too many voices crammed into too small a space. She couldn’t say when she’d lost Emma, only that she had, and she couldn’t decide whether that’d been a net gain or loss. On the one hand, it was so much easier to be social with Emma around. On the other hand…she kept nudging her and giving her looks and even winking when Nick was around.

Winking!

Abi cringed a bit at the thought, fanning her face harder. There was plenty of snow falling outside, but with so many people hanging around, the house was awfully hot. Or maybe it was just her nerves. Or the actually alcoholic drink she’d finally had. Or – much more likely – the natural heat that always seemed to light her up whenever she was thinking about Nick. Bye-bye fossil fuels, so long windmills, all the world really needed was to put her in a room, hook her up to a battery, then flash a picture of Nick Furcillo in front of her. She could probably power the whole freaking country that way!

And, as though wanting to put that theory to the test, the universe saw fit to crank that heat up a few notches: The door separating the kitchen from the basement swung quietly open, and as she watched, Nick slipped through the narrow space, peering carefully down the stairs like he was playing an especially high-stakes game of hide-and-seek. Abi sat up straighter as she spotted him, he jumped slightly when he turned and spotted her, and for a moment they simply stared at each other, two people caught committing the same party foul.

Namely, trying to escape said party.

The awkwardness only lasted a second, replaced by laughter a moment later. That didn’t mean she stopped fanning herself, though – oh no, if anything, Abi put a little more elbow grease into that, positive her cheeks were bright enough to put the plastic cups on the table to shame. “Hi,” she said meekly, wishing the butterflies in her belly could be so easily fanned away.

“Hey,” Nick replied, shooting one last anxious glance towards the basement door before meandering towards the kitchen table. He pointed vaguely over his shoulder like he was preparing to explain himself, but after opening and closing his mouth a couple times, he just nodded towards one of the empty chairs. “You looking for company, or…?”

“I—oh! Oh, yeah, sure! Of course.”

“Cool,” he said, his hand falling on the chair across from her. It might’ve been her imagination, but to Abi it seemed he was trying to decide something in his head for a second there; when his hand moved to pull out the chair right beside hers, though, she had to figure she’d been right.

She didn’t know what to do with that knowledge, but… Wait, no, yes she did. She fanned herself harder.

“I just, uh…it got to be a little much out there.” He hadn’t asked, obviously, but she was all anxious energy, and her mouth suddenly had a mind of its own. “I mean, all the talking and shouting, and don’t tell him I said this or anything, but even Dylan’s music, just like…wow, you know? Just wow. Sort of a total overload.”

Nick shifted in the crickety wooden chair, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the kitchen table. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” he said with a bashful laugh that put his full smile on display. “Between you and me, that’s sort of, uh…” Again Nick glanced over his shoulder and towards the basement door. “Sooort of what I’m trying to avoid right now.”

“…Dylan’s music?”

“No, Dylan.” He laughed as he said it, turning back to her. “A bunch of us went downstairs to play a game, and he’s just…uh…” A strange look crossed his face then, and he squinted his eyes as if trying to figure out what words to use.

“Dylan?” Abi offered.

“That’s a good way of putting it, yeah.” When Nick glanced her way that time, their eyes met, and that same crackle of something passed through them as it had before. “You, uh,” he cleared his throat, “might want to steer clear of him too. Tonight. For a little bit, at least.”

She felt a little bit like a parrot as she repeated herself: “…Dylan?” They’d crossed paths a couple time that night already (how could they not?), but never once had he been anything but normal. Sure he’d rolled his eyes a bunch, and yeah his eyebrows were constantly moving, but that was all pretty par for the course.

“Yeah. It’s, uh. A long story.”

“Sounds like it.” It was about that time she realized how weird it must’ve looked, her sitting in alone in the kitchen, waving a greasy old pizza menu around, so she slowly set it down on the table. Slowly but surely the room grew quiet between them, and try as she might, her eyes just kept flitting to his face as he looked around. His eyes, his jaw, his cheekbones, his lips…and that’s when she had to look away, absently pulling her own lower lip into her mouth as she remembered Emma’s dare. She let go of it a second later, thinking she’d fill the awkward silence with small talk about the party—until Nick beat her to it.

“Yeah, believe it or not, he actually…I guess there’s no other way to say it, he, uh, sort of dared me to kiss you tonight.” Time might’ve actually stopped. “At midnight. When the ball drops. You know, that whole thing.”

She didn’t realize she was staring, but she must’ve been, because Nick lowered his eyes and laughed again, reaching back to anxiously scratch at the nape of his neck.

“I told him that was—”

“Are you kidding me?” As she said it Nick looked back up, more surprised than anything else. “Are. You. Kidding me?!” Abi repeated, raking both of her hands through her own hair. “I…they…oh my God!”

“Uh…”

Her fingers knotted in her hair, and whatever progress she’d made in cooling her face down immediately burst into flame. The battery idea came back to her full force – forget powering the country, she could keep the whole world lit up with the heat she was radiating! “Emma dared me to kiss you,” she explained, her voice a nervous squeak even in her own ears. “They planned this whole thing out! They��they literally…ugh!”

Nick was silent for a beat, then set more of his weight onto his elbows, slumping over the table until he was nearly lying on it. “Those sneaky little…”

“Right?! And here I was, thinking she just wanted me to finally—” she snapped her mouth shut, but it was too late. Much, much too late. As though it could save her, Abi squeezed her eyes shut too, willing herself to disappear into the wallpaper like a frightened chameleon.

He’d noticed. He’d absolutely noticed. Nick’s chair squealed a bit, suggesting he’d sat back up. “Wanted you to finally what?”

When it became obvious she wasn’t going to be swallowed whole by the kitchen, Abi chanced a peek at him through her fingers. It was the wrong move to make. The second she saw his face she was down for the count, something about the slightly hopeful look in his eyes and the bashful twist of his mouth doubling – no, tripling – the number of butterflies in her stomach. She opened her mouth, shut it, and lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug instead.

The kitchen was quiet again, but only for a second or two. Nick swallowed hard enough that she could actually hear it, and he slowly sat up straighter, pointedly looking down at his own hands. “Did you, uh…want to kiss me tonight?” he asked, and before she could even consider answering a question as loaded as that, he spoke again, the slightest, tiniest, most unbelievable quiver in his voice. “Because I…definitely wanted to kiss you. Want. To. Want to. Not past-tense, I…uh, you know what? Never mind, that was—”

“I did!” As soon as it was out of her mouth, she heard the same mistake Nick had made. “I-I mean do! I do want…wait, really?”

Nick tried to answer, or at least she thought he did, but whatever it was he stammered out, neither of them really heard. Before either could stop and think about it, he was leaning in and she had tipped her head up, their lips coming together. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his smile curve against her own, his lips soft and warm and tasting oh-so-slightly of some sugary drink.

When the kiss broke, there was a moment where they pulled away; just slightly, just a little. His eyes searched hers, the look on his face equal parts uncertainty and exhilaration, and when a giggle bubbled up and out of her, he leaned down again, his palms cupping her cheeks as he kissed her again. And Abi, never more relieved, never more thrilled, never more happy in her life, almost toppled out of her chair as she threw her own arms around his neck, bringing him closer against her until it was impossible to tell where their kiss ended and their laughter began.

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It was a few seconds after midnight that Emma found him, snaking her way through the crowd until she was at his side. “Well, well…whaddya know. Looks like I was right, and you were wrong,” she teased, craning her head back to set her chin on Dylan’s shoulder. “Go figure.”

“I wasn’t wrong,” he drawled, the flatness of his voice belying the absolute delight in his eyes as, across the way and just to the right of the big screen tv, Abi stood on her tippy-toes as Nick bent down to kiss her, their fingers tangled up at their sides. “I believe my exact words were ‘There’s almost no way this’ll work.’”

“Uh huh. I rest my case.”

“Almost, Emma. I said almost.”

“Hmm…sounds like backpedaling to me.” She grinned as he turned to her, and when he rolled his eyes and laughed, she tapped the tip of his nose with a quiet ‘boop!’ “I guess it’s true what they say, huh? Teamwork makes the dream work. Good game, sport.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he snickered, nudging her when Nick and Abi finally realized they were staring. Dylan raised his eyebrows and stuck both thumbs up in the air as Emma excitedly waved, but the only response the lovebirds gave them was rolled eyes and headshakes. “They’re so lucky to have us.”

“Oh. So lucky.”

#the quarry #furblyg #nick furcillo #abigail blyg #nick x abi #queenie writes supermassive #new year prompts #torahime

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