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We are both so excited for this year and for the 18 prompts we have ready to share with you all. It's going to be a fabulous fall! Happy writing!!!
Today is the day to post your fills for the following prompt:
I love books. And this boy in front of me had just dropped off the biggest box of books I'd ever seen at the second-hand shop where I worked at.
Or the prompt words:
Books, Load, Cutie
Remember to use the tags #Glee Fanfiction Friday, #GFF, and #GFF2021 when posting your fills, and tag us here (@gleefanfictionfriday ) or on one of our personal blogs (@jayhawk-writes or @teddyshoney). We will do our best to get everyone’s posts reblogged here on our page. Don’t forget to add your story to the collection on AO3: Glee Fanfiction Friday. If you can’t post today, no problem! You can fill this prompt after today as well.
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PROMPT — I love books. And this boy in front of me had just dropped off the biggest box of books I’d ever seen at the second-hand stop I worked at.
PROMPT WORDS — Books, Load, Cutie
This is the LAST prompt for 2021!!! Can you believe it? We certainly can’t.Â
Remember, you can fill this prompt with any Glee characters/ships/pairings you’d like. This is open to the entire Glee fandom. Fills for this prompt can be posted anytime on or after Friday, November 26, 2021. If you can’t post this Friday, it’s okay. You can post the prompt fill anytime after Friday, too. It can be the next day, the next week, the next month, or the next year.
If you have any questions, feel free to reach out here or to either of us on our personal blogs (@jayhawk-writes or @teddyshoney).
We got the most adorable, loving, and perfect chapter from @jayhawk-writes this week. Can you believe there's only one week left, which means we only get one more chapter of this perfect story? If you haven't started it yet, now is the time to do it! It's been a beautiful, crazy, perfect ride! Thank you so much for gifting us this story, @jayhawk-writes!!!
I'm FINALLY getting to post my one-shot for this week's @gleefanfictionfriday prompt! Work has been INSANE this week, and it promises to keep it up until the end of the year.
So, without further ado, you'll find the details on my quick little one-shot (which is sorta Christmas themed because I guess I was inspired) below.
Title: I'd Give Anything to be Your Gay Christine
Word Count: 1359
Beta: @jayhawk-writes
Summary: Late for a date with Mercedes' boyfriend's gay brother, Kurt meets a handsome stranger in a cab who he really should get to know better.
AO3 or FF.net
We got a quick little one-shot this week from @teddyshoney featuring Broadway!Blaine and Vogue!Kurt and a taxi meet-cute. Oh, and a few Christmas lyrics. Make sure you give it a read and leave some love!
Today is the day to post your fills for the following prompt:
I was always running late! Today, I hailed a taxi and slid in to find another person sitting in the back seat.
Or the prompt words:
Taxi, Late, Passenger
Remember to use the tags #Glee Fanfiction Friday, #GFF, and #GFF2021 when posting your fills, and tag us here (@gleefanfictionfriday ) or on one of our personal blogs (@jayhawk-writes or @teddyshoney). We will do our best to get everyone’s posts reblogged here on our page. Don’t forget to add your story to the collection on AO3: Glee Fanfiction Friday. If you can’t post today, no problem! You can fill this prompt after today as well.
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PROMPT — I was always running late! Today, I hailed a taxi and slid in to find another person sitting in the back seat.
PROMPT WORDS — Taxi, Late, Passenger
Remember, you can fill this prompt with any Glee characters/ships/pairings you’d like. This is open to the entire Glee fandom. Fills for this prompt can be posted anytime on or after Friday, November 19, 2021. If you can’t post this Friday, it’s okay. You can post the prompt fill anytime after Friday, too. It can be the next day, the next week, the next month, or the next year.
If you have any questions, feel free to reach out here or to either of us on our personal blogs (@jayhawk-writes or @teddyshoney).
Here is my fill for this week's @gleefanfictionfriday prompt.
You asked, and I accepted. This story is a follow-up to The Mysterious Boxer and picks up right at the end, so if you haven't read the first one in the series I'm calling You Heal My Wounds and Soothe My Scars, you should probably do that first.
Title: An Overheard Admission
Word Count: 3,034
Beta: @jayhawk-writes (Thank you!)
Summary: Kurt takes Blaine home with him so Carole can check his face for other injuries. Then, they snuggle up together, and Blaine falls asleep. At least, Kurt thinks he's still asleep when Burt knocks on his bedroom door.
AO3 or FF.net
This is @teddyshoney fill for this week's prompt! It's a follow-up to her story from two weeks ago, so if you haven't read that one yet, you'll want to make sure you do! We get more boxer!Blaine and quarterback!Kurt with a side of PapaBear!Burt. You don't want to miss this one!
Finally, WE'RE INTO THE STORIES FROM THIS WEEK!!! Woot!
Of course, @jayhawk-writes graced us with an intense chapter full of mystery and information that we definitely needed! You for sure need to read this chapter to find out about Kurt's past and the big question mark that is his ex-husband!
This one-shot is set in the Outlined on My Finger, Printed in My Heart Verse. It happens between Chapter 22 and 23. If you haven’t read the original story, you might be a little lost, though I think you can get the gist of this story if you haven’t.
GFF Prompt: Imagine your OTP.
Person A - I have very high standards. I only fall in love with graceful-
Person B - *stumbles into the room, knocking over a vase, startling two cats, and landing flat on their face*
Person A -
Person A -
Person A - I want that one.
GFF Words: Graceful, Clumsy, Want
Title:Â Thanksgiving Scavenger Hunt
Beta: @teddyshoney​
Word Count: 1,126
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Kurt and Blaine go back to Lima for Thanksgiving. Not only do they have their annual scavenger hunt, they also witness the magic of soulmate bonds right in front of them.
@jayhawk-writes once again blessed us with two fills LAST week, this one an adorable one-shot in her Outlined on My Finger 'verse. We get to focus on other characters finding love in the most perfect ways, and there are some great funny lines in there that you want to be sure to read! If you haven't checked it out already, you should!
We got another lovely crack chapter from @gleefulpoppet LAST week! Clumsy boys falling all over each other? Yes, please! Especially when at least one of them is wearing spurs. If you didn't get a chance to read this chapter, go! Do it now! It's amazing!!!
Notes: So this is inspired by a prompt for @gleefanfictionfriday from literally three months ago...but I had it floating around in my head and it finally came together this week. Don't think too hard about how canon-compliant this is, and remember that Blaine's age is in a quantum state that changes depending on what is convenient for the plot.
The summer after Kurt gets his driver’s license, he also gets a job.
He needs money for gas, and clothes, and to start saving up for college somewhere far away from Lima. He knows he could just work more at the tire shop, and when he starts applying other places, his dad does ask him about it. He finds it hard to articulate - he doesn’t mind working for his dad, but he just wants something...separate. He wants to try something new.
Unfortunately, as a teenager with very limited experience during a recession, he’s not exactly the most attractive candidate for employment. The only place he gets as far as an interview is a family-owned 24-hour diner along the highway just outside of town.
The manager asks if he could work nights over the summer. Kurt hesitates, but it’s not like he has a busy social calendar to attend to. He says yes. He’s hired on the spot.
…
It’s not a bad job, all things considered. Mostly it’s boring, working into the late night and early morning, when customers are few and far inbetween. But the manager doesn’t care if he brings a book or sketchpad or his iPod, so when all the tables have been wiped and the floor swept and the customers seen to, he can sit at the counter and entertain himself as the minutes tick by.
The first time the boy comes in, he’s a little surprised. Teenagers and college students actually make up a decent percentage of the diner’s customers on the night shift, but they usually come in loud, rambunctious groups. That’s been the worst part of this job, worse than cleaning the bathrooms or mixing up orders or struggling to navigate the ancient cash register - seeing a group of McKinley jocks pile into a booth and having to treat them with professional civility, ignoring the cruel jokes and insults they say just loud enough for him to hear.
But this boy, looking around Kurt’s age, comes in by himself. He orders coffee and hashbrowns, his voice soft, and says “please” and “thank you.” Kurt wipes down surfaces behind the counter and tries not to be too obvious about watching the boy. While he eats he pulls out what looks like a textbook, turning pages and taking occasional notes.
After about an hour, the boy leaves, so Kurt goes over to bus his table. He picks up the empty coffee mug to reveal a bundle of dollar bills, and a napkin. Kurt picks up the tip and sticks it in his apron, and is about to toss the napkin on top of the dirty plate, when he sees something is written on it. A simple message in pen: Have a lovely night! :)
…
His name is Blaine.
It takes a while for Kurt to gain this information - a few more weeks of the boy coming in, drinking coffee (just black, which Kurt himself can’t stand), studying, and leaving friendly notes on napkins. Eventually Kurt works up the courage to ask what he’s studying, and why he’s studying at midnight, and what his name is.
His name is Blaine. He’s taking history and chemistry in summer school. He says he has trouble sleeping, so he might as well spend it getting ahead on his classes.
Kurt begins loitering at Blaine’s table whenever he has a free moment. Blaine doesn’t seem to mind. His iPod and sketchpad remain in his bag behind the counter, untouched on any night that Blaine shows up. They talk - about movies and music and books, about the lessons in Blaine’s textbooks, about the other people who show up in a diner in the middle of the night.
Kurt doesn’t tell him that he’s kept every napkin message he ever leaves behind. They say things like Thanks for the coffee and Hope you have a good night and You’re excellent company. Blaine keeps leaving them, getting increasingly personalized as they start to talk more.
…
“Oh god, quantum particles?” Kurt says one night, looking over Blaine’s shoulder. “That stuff is legitimately just nonsense.”
Blaine glances up with a friendly grin. “Thank you, that’s reassuring.”
“I mean, I did well in chemistry.” Kurt says. “I understood almost all of the material. But this is where it truly goes off the rails. What is that even supposed to mean?”
Blaine taps his pen against the textbook. “Well, I’ve got to figure it out. You want to help me?”
Kurt smiles. “Yeah, let me just check on that trucker and I’ll see what I can do.”
He refills the coffee of the only other customer in the diner, glances in the bathroom to make sure it doesn’t need cleaning, and returns to Blaine’s table to slide into the bench across from him.
Within five minutes of going over Blaine’s assignment together, it’s clear that Blaine understands the material better than Kurt does.
“Look, it’s been a few months since I had to think about this stuff,” Kurt says defensively. “It’s summer, I’m not supposed to be taking classes.”
Blaine hums in response, not looking up from his notebook. Kurt tilts his head, and realizes that just now, after weeks of napkin notes and coffee refills and friendly banter, he’s never actually questioned why Blaine is taking classes over the summer.
“What’re these classes for, anyway?” he asks, setting his elbow on the table’s surface and resting his head on his fist. “Are you some crazy overachiever? Getting ahead while all your classmates slack off for a few months?”
Blaine still doesn’t look up at him. “No,” he says to the textbook. “Catching up, actually.” He clears his throat, and after a moment he does tilt his chin up, meeting Kurt’s eyes. “I transferred schools at the end of last year, and - the new one is a lot more academically challenging.” He shrugs.
“Ah,” Kurt says. He wants to ask where he goes to school. He knows it’s not McKinley, he would’ve recognized Blaine if he’d seen him there before. But that would be closer to personal information than they’ve ever veered before. He thinks they’re becoming friends - hopes they are, anyway - but as it stands now, they have no way of finding each other outside the walls of the diner.
Kurt hears, across the room, the gruff clearing of a throat. He quickly stands up, shooting Blaine an apologetic smile, and heads back over to the trucker to give him his check.
…
Kurt’s not sure that his sleep schedule is ever going to recover.
His shifts end any time from midnight to five AM, so he sleeps late into the day. He has breakfast in the afternoon, dinner with his dad, and then heads off for work in the evening. Even on days he doesn’t work, he can’t fall asleep before three or four. The inversion of his schedule makes everything feel a little surreal. There’s a quiet magic to being in the diner during its deserted hours, when normal people should be asleep. There’s some sort of sanctity to the late nights, an odd kinship with the other outsiders who for whatever reason need a plate of pancakes at 2:30AM. But the feeling seems to bleed over into the rest of Kurt’s life - like he’s some sort of undead creature who stumbles through the daylight, and only really comes alive at night.
There’s some feeling he can’t describe - or maybe it’s a combination of feelings - but it’s like he’s unlocked a whole new range of emotion when he climbs into his car just as the sky is beginning to lighten and drives home, tired after a shift while the rest of the world is waking up, seeing the sky turn from gray to bruised purple to pale blue, stumbling into his darkened house, quiet not to wake up his dad, walking into his bedroom, sliding open the drawer on his nightstand, and adding a new napkin letter to the pile.
…
He tries not to let himself get too hopeful.
It’s just that somehow, Blaine has become the best part of his life this summer. Between his lack of good friends and his mostly-boring job, seeing Blaine one or two nights a week has become a bright spot, something to look forward to. Blaine listens to him, and smiles at him, and leaves friendly and kind and teasing notes for him.
Even just having a friend would be a revelation, a triumph. He’s so grateful if that’s all they become.
So he tries not to hope for more.
But - could there be? Sometimes, when they catch each other’s eye, when Kurt leans in close to read from his textbook or hand him his mug, when there’s a moment of silence in their conversation and they just sit there smiling at each other...his heart flutters with hope, and he tries to ignore it.
It’s a night in late July when Blaine comes in and, instead of the usual massive textbook, pulls out a small book with a blue cover, holding it open in one hand so he can eat French fries with the other.
“That’s different,” Kurt says when he gets a chance to hover near Blaine’s table.
“Summer reading,” he explains. “For my English class this fall. We’re starting with modernist poetry.”
Kurt still doesn’t know what school Blaine goes to, but the phrase starting with modernist poetry indicates that it is nothing at all like McKinley. “What is it?”
Blaine shuts the book, keeping his thumb slipped into the page he was reading. He shows the cover to Kurt, and says, “T. S. Eliot.”
Kurt shrugs. “I’ve never heard of - him?”
Blaine nods. “Him. I don’t understand a lot of it, but the language is nice. There’s one I really like, hold on.”
He wipes his free hand on a napkin before opening the book again, carefully turning back through the pages, and then presents it to Kurt.
Kurt sticks his receipt pad into his apron and takes it. Something sticks in his throat as he reads the title.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
His heart stutters, and he internally chastises it. Coincidence, he tells it. This doesn’t mean anything.
He reads only the first few lines before the bell on the door jingles. He looks up and sees a group of people - youngish, but older than him, boisterous, the sound of their clumsy movements and overlapping chatter suddenly filling the diner.
Kurt sighs, hands the book back to Blaine. “Sorry,” he says.
Blaine smiles. “Go ahead.”
It takes the group a long time to order, and he has to ferry drinks and food back to their table, and by the time they’re finally settled and the sparse other customers have been checked in on, Kurt turns back to Blaine’s table and sees that he’s gone.
His heart sinks, and he goes to clear the dishes. There’s enough cash stuck under the basket of fries to pay for the meal and tip nearly fifty percent. And a new napkin message - perhaps the longest so far.
Let us go, it reads, through certain half-deserted streets / The muttering retreats / Of restless nights in all-night cheap diners / No sawdust restaurants, but something finer.
When he finally gets home that night - morning? - he immediately Googles the poem. He finds the lines that Blaine quoted, and the words that he changed to fit them. He reads through the whole poem, then reads it again.
Hope beats through his veins like adrenaline, and he tries to stamp it down, but he can’t.
…
The next time Blaine comes in, he has no books.
“I finished my classes,” he says as Kurt pours him a coffee - he doesn’t ask, anymore, just assumes that Blaine will want one. “Aced them both.”
“Congratulations,” Kurt replies, but he feels a little strangled when he realizes what this means. “I guess your study strategy paid off.”
“Well,” Blaine says with a shrug, “I had a good study partner to motivate me.”
Kurt knows that he’s blushing, knows there’s nothing he can do to stop it. “I don’t know about partner,” he says. “I’m not sure I learned much.”
“A cheerleader, then,” Blaine says. “Or just an encouraging friend.”
Friend, the word is a gift, it echoes in Kurt’s ears. A friend is someone you might see outside of a diner someday, someone whose last name or address you might learn. “Happy to help,” Kurt tells him.
Kurt gets pulled away to serve other customers, but when he has another lull, he slides into the booth across from Blaine.
“So,” he says, knitting his fingers together anxiously. “If you don’t need to study anymore, I guess I won’t be seeing you around so much.”
Blaine looks at him, and - his expression seems careful, controlled. “School is starting soon,” he says. “So it’s probably not wise for me to be spending so much time late at night in a diner.”
Kurt nods. “Right,” he agrees. “I can’t work nights once school starts.” As weird as this summer has been, Kurt is sort of dreading its end. He’ll have to go back to being a day person, getting up early and going to class and being surrounded by his peers who either hate him or ignore him. He’s never felt much at home in the normal, sunlit world, but over the past few months he found a strange peace in being nocturnal. And then, of course, he also found Blaine.
He knows he’s going to lose the bizarre serenity of his night shifts. He doesn’t want to lose Blaine, too.
Do I dare? Kurt thinks, Disturb the universe?
Blaine speaks before he has to make up his mind, though. “Still a few weeks before school, though,” he says.
Kurt exhales slowly. It isn’t exactly what he wanted, but it feels like - something, at least. “Right,” he says, trying for a cheerful tone. “There’s still time.”
The note Blaine leaves that night reads I might need to start taking decaf, but I won’t be kicking my late-night coffee habit any time soon.
…
It’s mid-August, the air damp and warm even in the middle of the night, and when Kurt hears the jingle of the door opening and looks up to see Blaine’s familiar form, his heart leaps.
Kurt has to force himself to look away in order to finish serving the customer in front of him, but as soon as he can he walks across the room to Blaine’s regular table and sits down across from him.
“Good evening,” Blaine says, lips twisted into a smile.
“Hi,” Kurt says, and decides he can’t hold this off. “It’s my last week. Of night shifts.”
“Oh,” Blaine says, and his grin fades, but doesn’t disappear completely. He looks down at his hands, where they’re resting on the table, fingers neatly intertwined. Neither of them speaks for a moment, hearing only the sounds of silverware clinking against dishes, the neon buzz of the OPEN sign, the grill sizzling in the kitchen.
“Kurt, look - “ Blaine says, his tone uncertain, eyes still downturned.
“Blaine,” Kurt interrupts him. He’s spent the last week working up the courage to do this, convincing himself it’s worth it - he might never see Blaine again if he doesn’t say something, so what does he have to lose? “I’ve really enjoyed seeing you this summer, and hanging out with you. Despite the circumstances - “ he gestures broadly at the diner around them, and sees the corner of Blaine’s mouth twitch up, “it’s become...really important to me.”
Blaine looks up, and Kurt can’t read his expression.
To have squeezed the universe into a ball, Kurt remembers, the poem practically memorized by now, To roll it towards some overwhelming question. “So,” he goes on. “I don’t...want this to be goodbye.”
Then Blaine’s face splits into that smile, that heartbreaking gorgeous smile. “Me neither,” he replies.
Kurt feels woozy with relief. “Really?”
Blaine nods, and reaches over to pull a napkin out of the dispenser. He glances around the table and then laughs to himself. “I don’t actually have a pen tonight.”
Kurt reaches into his apron and pulls out his own pen for taking orders, holding it out to Blaine.
“Thanks,” Blaine says, spreading the napkin carefully down on the table and writing on it. “I’ll have to study even more once school starts,” he says. “And I can always use coffee. So, maybe - we could still do this, at a more reasonable time.” He finishes writing, slides the napkin and pen towards Kurt, and adds, “Maybe even somewhere that you don’t work, so you don’t have to go help other customers all the time.”
Kurt stares down at the napkin, where Blaine has written a phone number, and then his own name. As though Kurt might regularly collect phone numbers written on diner napkins and need to remember whose this one is. As though Kurt doesn’t have a dozen other notes from Blaine saved in his room. As though Kurt hasn’t memorized his handwriting at this point.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Kurt says, picking up the phone number reverently.
They’re quiet for a moment, the air heavy between them, before Kurt speaks again. “Are you gonna want decaf tonight?”
Blaine ducks his head, smiling. “Not just yet.”
Kurt stands up, slipping the phone number into his apron. “One regular coffee, coming right up.”
And then it’s just this - a regular night between the two of them, chatting when Kurt doesn’t have other things to do, Blaine doing his summer reading when Kurt is pulled away to other responsibilities. Even though it’s delightfully comfortable, there’s also a heightened feeling to each word and glance between them - knowing that this is the last night they’ll have like this, but it isn’t the last night they’ll have.
Blaine is yawning between his words before he finally decides to go home. Kurt wonders where home is for him, and what it’s like, and how he gets away with spending late hours of the night in a diner. But he knows he might discover these things one day.
He rings Blaine’s ticket up at the counter, and scrawls a message on the back of the receipt. When he drops it off at Blaine’s table, he says, “I’ll talk to you soon.”
“That better be a promise,” Blaine replies.
When Kurt finishes his shift and checks his phone before driving home, he has several new texts from an unknown number.
The first is a photo, flash-lit, clearly taken in the dark, of the receipt Kurt had handed Blaine. He recognizes, in his own handwriting, the message he’d left: his phone number, then the Lima Bean, Saturday, 3pm?
The next message is Blaine’s commentary: Leaving notes is my thing, you stole it!
And finally: And yes - I’ll see you Saturday.
The world is dark as Kurt drives home, mostly alone on the streets, accompanied only by the faint buzz of the radio. But as he pulls into his driveway and steps out, he sees the slightest sliver of gray in the east, the promise of a sunrise, and he feels awake and alive and hopeful.
We were excited to have @thnxforknowingme join us last week and present us with this super adorable fill from this prompt:
As she/he walked toward the door of her/his favorite coffee shop, she/he looked down at her/his cup. "You're beautiful," was written in the place of her/his name. She/he turned around and their eyes met.
This is a super cute one-shot that took me immediately back to my days of waiting tables. The boys are so cute, dancing around their feelings and trying to figure out how to continue seeing each other. I loved it! It's also on AO3, so you can give it some love over there as well.
Blaine takes charge, makes a list, and tells Kurt the story of how his parents meet.Â
GFF Prompt: Imagine your OTP.
Person A - I have very high standards. I only fall in love with graceful-
Person B - *stumbles into the room, knocking over a vase, startling two cats, and landing flat on their face*
Person A -
Person A -Â Person A - I want that one.
GFF Words: Graceful, Clumsy, Want
You can read “Bull With China” HERE on AO3 or HERE on FF.net.
This is @jayhawk-writes chapter of Braid of Gold from LAST week. We got a lovely, take-charge Blaine who just wants to make sure that Kurt and Daisy are protected and safe. I love it so much! If you missed last week's chapter, be sure to read it now!!!
Here is my fill for this week's @gleefanfictionfriday prompt. It's a short one-shot where both the boys are involved with the NFL.
Title: Tight, White Football Pants
Word Count: 937
Beta: @jayhawk-writes
Summary: Just days before a big interview, Kurt and Blaine remember how they met and became the NFL power couple everyone knows.
AO3 or FF.net
Somehow, I (@teddyshoney) failed to reblog last week's GFF posts. So... Guess what's getting reblogged today. Two week's worth of stories!!!
This is the story @teddyshoney wrote for LAST WEEK's GFF fill. Professional NFL quarterback!Blaine and Professional NFL cheerleader!Kurt. It's short, but we get a sweet moment between the boys and find out how they met.
Today is the day to post your fills for the following prompt:
Your OTP are roommates. Person A pretends to be asleep, only to hear Person B confess their love, thinking they can't hear. What happens next is up to you,
Or the prompt words:
Roommate, Sleep, Confession
Remember to use the tags #Glee Fanfiction Friday, #GFF, and #GFF2021 when posting your fills, and tag us here (@gleefanfictionfriday ) or on one of our personal blogs (@jayhawk-writes or @teddyshoney). We will do our best to get everyone’s posts reblogged here on our page. Don’t forget to add your story to the collection on AO3: Glee Fanfiction Friday. If you can’t post today, no problem! You can fill this prompt after today as well.
We are both so excited to see what you’ve written for the prompt and our wonderful fandom. Thank you to all those who participate, and thank you, readers, for supporting our authors!
PROMPT — Your OTP are roommates.
Person A pretends to be asleep , only to hear Person B confess their love, thinking they can’t hear. What happens next is up to you.
PROMPT WORDS — Roommate, Sleep, Confession
Remember, you can fill this prompt with any Glee characters/ships/pairings you’d like. This is open to the entire Glee fandom. Fills for this prompt can be posted anytime on or after Friday, November 5, 2021. If you can’t post this Friday, it’s okay. You can post the prompt fill anytime after Friday, too. It can be the next day, the next week, the next month, or the next year.
If you have any questions, feel free to reach out here or to either of us on our personal blogs (@jayhawk-writes or @teddyshoney).
Today is the day to post your fills for the following prompt:
Person A: "I have very high standards. I only fall in love with graceful—"
Person B: *stumbles into the room, knocking over a vase, startling two cats, and landing flat on their face*
Person A:
Person A:
Person A: "I want that one."
Or the prompt words:
Graceful, Clumsy, Want
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