#based on prompt

[mouse4ndcatgame]

Tgswiiwagaa prompt from @melodramen on tumblr

Creds for the song at the end to @Satol1ght on Spotify!

Aya is set up for a bunch of blind dates by her friends, but none of the guys work out.

Mitsuki works at the cafe that these blind dates are happening at and has a crush on the cute girl whose love life is clearly a disaster.

Mitsuki is in a rock band, which just so happens to be Aya's favorite. Sadly, Aya doesn't recognise "Yugure" as the waitress Mitsuki.

Narita, a co-worker of Mitsuki's, enjoys watching the show.

Coffeeshop, rockstar and college AU, they're all between 18 and 20

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"Wanna know you" 6k words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86733371

[jatsaro]

nov 2022 // Catra (based on this tweet)

[nightcoreandcaffeine]

Random Prompt One-Shot #1

Based on the prompt "Is that my shirt?"

(Kinda weird, but go off. It was the first prompt I could find)

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"Aiura, Chiyo, Mera, Imu, get up!" Teruhashi tried to shake her friends awake, hoping to get a start on the day soon. The five of them decided to have a camping trip, but at this rate, they wouldn't get anything done. Looking at the sun, it was nearly 10 o'clock. Teruhashi sighed, then went to get changed. 'Maybe they'll wake up while I'm getting ready.'

A few minutes later and Teruhashi was ready. To the surprise of no one, the rest of the girls were still asleep. 'Desperate times, desperate measures.' She grabbed the blankets and threw them off the girls, then yelled, "Wake up sleepyheads!" The tactic had worked on her when she was younger, so she hoped it helped now.

Turns out, wake up tactics that work on young kids still work on teenageers. The rest of the girls started to get up, a few more groggy than others. Teruhashi was satisfied, so she went to go make sure everything in their campsite was put up besides the tent the girls were all still in. Everything was in order, so she sat outside on the logs and waited.

Soon, the rest of the girls started to exit. First Imu, then Mera, Chiyo, and lastly, Aiura. Teruhashi noticed something odd, but couldn't place it. Then, it hit. "Why are you wearing my shirt, Aiura?" Aiura looked confused, looked down, looked back up and giggled. "Sorry Kokomimi, I forgot an extra shirt. Mine's still soaked from yesterday so I just grabbed the first one I could see."

Aiura rubbed her head sheepishly and Teruhashi sighed. "It's fine, just please ask next time. Now, I need you all to help me put away this tent, okay?

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Whoo, first thing in a while. Writer's block hit me like a train. See y'all again soon, hopefully.

Crossposted on Ao3

[thoughtsaboutshows]

WIP Wednesday

This comes from the Roommates AU one-shot based on that prompt that I think I’ll write eventually.  It won’t be done for a while because I’m still playing around with ideas and scenes but here’s a little blurb I’ve been forming. 

The smug smile planted on his face must’ve been drawn with permanent ink because Sabrina had never seen him without it.  That usually meant one of two things.  The wearer was a softie at heart, hiding behind innuendos and charisma and an insecurity engrained so deep that it was more than likely a birthmark that’d been there forever.  Or the person really was an asshole, completely aware of the effect they had on the people around them.  Someone who used the corner of their upturned lips like a key to get into even the most well-locked doors.  

Sabrina wasn’t sure which one Nicholas Scratch was yet.  But his smirk was pointed in her direction so she threw up more walls, made sure the door was locked tight as he commented on the curl of her hair.

“I’m not going to sleep with you.”  Sabrina blurted out before she could even think, but knowing with this guy she’d likely have to draw the line quick.  

“Did I ask you too?”  His smirk only grew though as he responded without a beat and Sabrina could only sip on the way too sugary jungle juice she was sure would give her a headache in the morning. 

[thee-tragedian]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Based on this prompt by @the-modern-typewriter

The Abbasid Caliph, Yusuf al-Kaysani, was a vehement patron of the arts. Nicolò di Genova, would often watch the noble’s nimble hands as they danced across the parchment paper, his lithe fingers always stained with charcoal.  The Roman guard would accompany the kind ruler everywhere he went, his shoulders always tense and muscles ready to spring into action. 

--or--

“My sweet Nicolò,” The Caliph began, his hand reaching out to his cheek. Nicolò’s breath hitched as he felt his charcoal stained fingertips caress his cheek. Nicolò’s chest was so tight, he thought that if he took a breath it would explode. “Would it kill you to relax?”

Oh. Nicolò blinked. Before he could think, he let his thoughts spill from his rosy, full lips.

“Probably. Likely, it would kill you as well. That is rather the point.” His Arabic was not the best, he knew this and Yusuf did too, but the Caliph understood every word he said. He looked rather proud of Nicolò’s progress for a moment before he began to chortle until he began to snort. He could feel the Caliph’s warm breath brush his skin. A smile peaked the corners of Nicolò’s lips, his ears beginning to burn.

“I’ll risk it,” Yusuf’s hand cupped Nicolò’s face, his thumb caressing the pale, supple skin beneath his eye. Nicolò felt a warmth rise deep in his belly. Yusuf’s hand pulled away as quickly as it had been placed there. He took a step backwards, outstretching his hand to the other man. “Come, dance with me, Nicolò,”

[azurethevampire]

Hey! First off just want to say I love you’re posts they are amazing and I was wondering if you could maybe write a supernatural fic where dean and sam’s sister are being annoying and they tickle her to stop being “a pain in the a**” I completely understand if you don’t wanna write it. But I still appreciate it for reading my recommendation. :)

Thank you for your sweet words! :) Here’s some sibling love for you with our favourite Winchester brothers and their sister - the reader. Hope you like it!

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester x sister!reader

Words: 1474

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"Are we there yet?"

"No." 

"Oookay… Are we there now?" 

"No!"

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you opened your mouth again. "Well, what about-"

"So help me God, Y/N!" Dean barked suddenly, cutting you off as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel and he sent you his stern glare through the rearview mirror. "You ask one more time when we get there, I'll pull this car over and you won't like what happens then." 

You rolled your eyes. "Fine, oh so scary big brother." 

Dean settled to send you one more glare through the mirror. Sam, your other brother, turned in his seat to take a better look at you. "You're really asking for it today, aren't you?" 

Shrugging your shoulders, you went to pick your cuticles. "I'm bored of sitting in the car all day!" You complied, and for good measure - just because you felt like it, even though you knew it made you look like a damn five-year-old with a tantrum and that it definitely wasn't something to do to Baby - you let your foot kick the back of the front seat. Not once. Twice.

Your kicks weren’t those ferocious kicks you had sometimes, unfortunately, had to use on both men and monsters before, much to both of your brothers’ dismay. Sam and Dean would have prefered to keep you out of the family business but with you carrying the name Winchester, could anyone really expect you to stay fully out of it? Hell, at this point you thought that hunting was just in your blood, no way around it. So, yes, you had given some hard time to some monsters during your young life and you knew how to make a killer-kick - if you do say so yourself - and you kicking the back of the front seat was pathetic compared to those kicks. 

Unfortunately for you, Dean didn't see it the same way you did. You let out a surprised squeal as your body jerked forward when your oldest brother’s foot hit on the brake pedal. “That’s it!” 

 Before you could utter the curse words which threatened to escape from your mouth, Dean had pulled the Impala on the side of the road and was out of the car. Your heart began to beat faster as your brother’s fingers grasped the handle of the back door. “Shit!” you said as you saw the look on Dean’s face. You were in on it now! 

In retrospect, you knew better. But at the time, you couldn’t form a coherent thought as your fight or flight response kicked in. Desperate attempt to avoid Dean, you made to jump into the front seat before the back door had been opened an inch. You had every intention to jump out of the car and run from the path of your brother’s wrath before he could so much as utter your name. There was one thing you forgot, though. Sam. 

Maybe it was because you hadn’t really even stop to consider for one second the possibility that the taller brother of yours who usually took your side most of the time, would now go against you. Alright, maybe Sam had his limits too, and maybe you had annoyed both of your brothers today ever since you had left that crappy motel room behind in the morning. 

So, no, maybe it shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did when Sam’s arms reached around your waist before you could escape the car, pulling you against him. “Oh no, sister, you don’t”, he said in his best no-nonsense voice, the same tone he had used when you were just a little girl and would be in trouble for something or the other thing you had either done or hadn’t done. 

“No!” 

“You have been nothing but a pain in the ass all day, Y/N. Don’t pretend you don’t deserve this”, Dean grounded out as he sat on the back seat and reached with both his hands to pull you back into the back seat of the car. In moments like these, you cursed that your brothers were much stronger than you. 

During the next minute or less, you couldn’t really do anything but to try and squirm free as Dean dragged you over his lap and held you there. Sam slipped into the backseat with you two. The backseat suddenly felt much more crowded when there were two grown men sitting on the seat and one teenager sprawled over them. When Sam took hold of your legs, you tried to wiggle and squirm away with even more ferocity than before. You knew what it meant when your big brothers ganged up on you like this. 

And to this day, you weren’t sure whether you hated or liked it more. Probably depended on the situation, you decided. Like right now, you definitely hated (at least a part of you did) what was inevitably coming. 

You saw your brothers’ exchange a glance and a nod, and the next second there were fingers digging to your armpits, stomach and sides. 

“Nhoohoooh!” You tried to wiggle free or stop giving Dean access to under your arms but your brother made it difficult by keeping your hands above your head with his free hand. “Pleeashh-!” you couldn’t make anything coherent come out of your mouth between your laughs and shrieks as the fingers relentlessly left no spot untouched by the tickle-attack. 

“Serves you right!” Dean said as he dragged his fingers over your neck and behind your ear, causing you to shake your head in a fruitless effort of getting him to stop. 

“You have been giving us an attitude the whole day, young lady. First, we can’t get you out of bed, then you complain about missing breakfast and when we stop to get you some food the complains only increase - you’re acting like a petulant little child, and it stops, now!” Sam lectured, and you felt his hands dug to your sides. 

You were laughing so much you could hardly breathe now and water fell freely from your eyes. “I-I’m… SOr-sorrhhyy!!” 

Your brothers’ hands stilled when they saw you began to really have trouble breathing from all the laughing you did. Smiles were planted on Dean and Sam's faces. Hearing your laughter was a welcomed change from all the whines and complaints you had doled on them ever since they finally got you up from the bed. 

Dean let go of your hands and moved to stroke your hair while you tried to get some oxygen back to your lungs. 

"You ready to behave now, sweetheart?" Dean asked, looking down at you. 

You had to thought about the answer for a bit. Surely, you felt better now than you had all day, but if you were completely honest with yourself you weren't sure if you could keep your attitude in check for the rest of the day. It was just one of those days. 

Sam nudged your feet gently when he got tired of waiting for your response. You turned gaze to look at the younger of your two big brothers and smirking you tried to kick him. He caught your foot easily and ran his fingers over your calf making you giggle and hide your face against Dean's stomach. 

"What was that?" Sam asked when you muttered something incoherent against your brother's shirt. 

Turning your head you reached out with both your hands and grabbed Sam's hand with one and Dean's with other. "I said: I'm sorry for acting like a brat today. Neither of you deserves it", you said. Then you tried to do your best impression of puppy-eyes. "Forgive me, please?" 

"Aww man, how can anyone stay mad at that face?" Dean groaned, making Sam and you chuckle. 

Sam poked your side gently. "Just next time, give us a heads-up when you're feeling like it's gonna be a bad day, okay?" 

You nodded. "I'll try, I promise." 

Dean dropped a kiss to your forehead. "That's all we can ask of you, sweetheart. Now, why don't you try and lie down for a bit, it's still going to take us a while until we reach Lebanon", Dean suggested, although the underlying tone in his voice hinted it wasn't a suggestion at all, but rather an order. 

"Not a bad idea at all, Y/N", Sam butted in his opinion on the matter. 

"I don't know", you drawled out, a smile that could only be described as cheeky forming on your face. "I'm already lying down, after all." 

"He-hey!" You tried to protest between you giggles as Dean's fingers suddenly danced up and down your neck and Sam mercilessly attacked your stomach. 

And soon you were a giggling and squirming mess all over again until your brothers decided you had had enough. 

[tall-wolf-of-tarth]

Babe, he's a rescue!

This is based on a prompt list, but I can’t find the original list any more, so please point me to it if you remember it.

----- “Can we meet? There is something I need to talk about.” reads the text on Jaime's phone. It's late Saturday afternoon, Jaime is sitting in his kitchen and staring at his phone. A mix of emotions bubble up in Jaime's belly, and he puts the phone to the countertop and squeezes his eyes and tries to calm down.

He can't imagine any reason why Brienne would want to meet him, their breakup was half a year ago and it wasn't a clean one. Brienne has not contacted him after that. And Jaime can't imagine any topic that Brienne needs to talk to him. Their relationship is dead, killed by Jaime and his idiotic need to always try to go and save his stepsister from herself. If Brienne is willing to talk to him now, it must be something bad.

“Of course. I'm free all day.” He texts back and just waits and stares at the bubble on his screen. Her response comes swiftly, they are to meet in a dog park near Jaime's home in half an hour.

Podrick spots Jaime before Brienne does. Brienne's little scraggy dog whines and shakes his tail to Jaime, and Jaime is equally happy to see that silly puppy again after a long absence.

“Who's a good boy,” he coos to the dog and scratches his ears. The dog is so happy to see him that he wees on the ground. “Who's a good boy, you are, yes you are,” Jaime continues because that dog is a good boy, and they have missed each other. Besides, all dogs are good dogs, except Cersei's horrid monster Joff.

Read it in AO3

[casualwriter]

Based on the prompt in bold from @dropkickwritersblock

Write a piece about giant monsters having a tea party

The half-giant slammed his cup into the table, shattering the delicate porcelain and sending the tea flying. “It’s pointless,” he growled. “Absolutely pointless.”

“Well of course it will be pointless if you keep doing that.” The mermaid rolled her eyes and brushed a piece of porcelain out of her hair. The protagonist passed the half-giant a new cup—fourth, if memory served.

The tea had been their idea. The protagonist came from a village in the midst of the creatures’ territory, or rather, what they all claimed to be their territory. The giants, the merfolk, the centaurs… all of them were ready to fight a war for the land and lakes. All of them, that is, except the potagonist’s village. Which is why the peace negoatiations had also been the protagonist’s idea.

They adjusted the kettle over the flames, ready in case another cup was spilled or smashed. As their mother said, everything worked better with tea.