#prompt: date

[kagomesama]

Day 6 of Wanpanmas: Date

[scary-senpai]

shenani-goats!

Fandom: one-punch man

Genre: Humor, Fluff

Summary: Genos is guarding the Gävle goat and Garou is trying to burn it… that's it, that's the plot.

OR: An exceedingly silly story I wrote for myself. You can read it too, if you want.

For Wanpanmas 2023. Prompt: Date

It's not a crime if it's objectively funny." "I somehow doubt that.” Genos glanced at the giant straw goat, and then at Garou, and then at the rapidly draining gas can lying sideways at Garou's feet. Genos' sensors detected a third, indistinct presence in the bushes, but he made an executive decision to ignore it for now. "You're overreacting," Garou said. "I don't understand why you're getting so worked up over a stupid straw goat—" "City L takes its wintertime traditions very seriously. This is why multiple S-Class heroes have been dispatched to patrol this area around the clock, thereby assuring the Yule goat's safety," Genos said. "This year, there will be no shenanigans… or shenani-goats, for that matter." "Take a look around," Garou said, gesturing. "Do you see where you are right now? Do you hear yourself talking? This whole damn thing is the definition of shenanigoats—" Genos sighed. In the grand scheme of things, this goat guarding gig did seem a little silly. Silent and stoic against the night sky, the structure stood taller than a Tyrannosaurus rex, and just as long. But unlike a T-rex, it was made of straw, and highly flammable. Precisely because the goat was highly flammable, it was heavily secured. Genos couldn't fathom how Garou had managed to slip past the multiple S-Class heroes stationed throughout the town square, and the remaining A-Class heroes patrolling the overall district. Perhaps because Garou happened to be dressed as Santa Claus, nobody had thought to question him.

[[read the whole thing on ao3]]

[gregorovitch-adler]

Proposal

(Part- 2 of The Ring)

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John had come out of the bedroom, wearing his best suit, just like Sherlock had asked him to. His soft, blond hair were falling over his forehead. The dark blue suit was hugging his somewhat broad frame perfectly.

Before Sherlock could get lost into John's eyes, he averted his gaze and cleared his throat.

Sherlock was already wearing what he was going to for their date. "Let's go," he said, feeling a bit flushed up. He went to the door of their flat to hold it open.

John must have noticed his reaction, because he was grinning. He approached Sherlock and placed his hand on Sherlock's shoulder.

"How do I look?"

Sherlock let go of the door and stepped closer to John to place both of his hands on John's arse. Sherlock was gazing into his eyes now. "You look like I could have you for dinner."

John laughed and placed his hand on Sherlock's chest. He leaned close to Sherlock to whisper in his ear. "Later."

Sherlock bit his bottom lip, looking forward to their date to finish. To do all the inexplicable stuff with John when they would be back here.

He swallowed and grabbed John's shoulders to turn him around. "Okay, let's go now. We're getting late," he said as he pushed John out of the flat.

John chuckled as he headed out.

***

A black car, that was sent by Mycroft, was already waiting for both of them outside their apartment building.

John went inside the car, followed by Sherlock. The driver started the car and began to ride.

Normally, this would've been the time for Sherlock and John to have their quiet conversation in this relatively private place. Maybe snog, a bit.

But today, all Sherlock could do was tap his feet vigorously, and just fidget in general. He was staring out of the window during the ride.

After some time, Sherlock placed his hand inside his left pocket to feel for that black box, to ensure that the ring was still there. Blue topaz with sterling silver band.

He couldn't wait for that specific moment in the evening.

John grabbed his right hand and entwined their fingers. "Something wrong?"

Sherlock shook his head. "Not at all. Let's just focus on the evening, shall we?" he replied hastily, a bit too hastily, with a smile and eyes wide open.

John knitted his brows and nodded. "Okay," he said and brought Sherlock's hand up to plant a kiss on the back of it. Sherlock shivered.

John was looking out of his side of the car window now.

After half an hour or so, Sherlock could see the restaurant where he'd made a reservation. The car slowed down and stopped in front of it. They both walked out of that car and went towards the entrance gate of the restaurant.

John opened the door and they went inside, hand in hand.

They settled down on a table, and somebody from the staff picked up the 'Reserved' sign and walked away.

"So," John began, "It's been a while since we went to a posh place like this."

Sherlock looked around at the large and spacious place they had come to. It was spotless and well- lit. There was a chandelier in the center of that restaurant's ceiling.

"Yeah, you're right. I thought it was time we did."

John nodded. "We solved our latest case only yesterday. This works as a great way to celebrate."

That's not why we're here, Sherlock thought and pursed his lips. He distracted himself by grabbing the menu to have a look at its contents.

A waiter stopped at their table. "May I take your order?"

Sherlock looked at John with expectation, who just shrugged, in turn.

"Spaghetti Aglio Olio for two," Sherlock said. Their go-to dish of all time.

The waiter scribbled something on a piece of paper with a polite smile. "Some wine?"

"Uh, yeah. Sauvignon blanc," said John, holding the menu at some distance from his eyes and squinting at it.

The waiter nodded and walked away.

John leaned in over the table and cleared his throat. "Remember our dinner at Angelo's? The first time we met."

Sherlock smiled and leaned in as well. "Of course, I do. But you were 'not my date' at that time."

John laughed softly. "Christ, I was an idiot. But what else was I supposed to say? We'd met only a day before that. It was so awkward."

Sherlock nodded. "Angelo was being a bit presumptuous. I never mentioned him about anything related to dating when I was making the reservation."

John looked away with his eyes narrowed to recall that day. "Oh, yes. That table was reserved when we got there. Why did you make a reservation at all, at that time?"

"For the case at hand," said Sherlock and shrugged.

John's smile turned into a sly one. "If you say so."

Sherlock was shaking his head as he took John's hand in his own on the table. "We were slow to catch up, weren't we?"

"Especially me," John said.

"I agree," Sherlock replied and they both laughed.

Their food had arrived, so they shifted in their chairs a bit and withdrew their hands. The waiter placed a bottle of wine and two glasses along with their spaghetti. He poured some wine in the glasses, and walked away after nodding at both of them.

"How long has it been since we got together?" asked Sherlock, feigning confusion with his brows furrowed.

"Don't tell me you didn't keep track of the exact date or moment," said John as he started to eat. "Two years, approximately."

"Two years, five months and two weeks, to be exact," Sherlock replied in a smug tone.

"Of course." John rolled his eyes with a smile and took a sip of his wine. "Can't believe so much time has passed. Look how far we've come."

"Sometimes it feels like two years weren't enough. Wish I could've expressed how much you mean to me longer than that."

John looked up at him and sighed wistfully. "I feel the same way. Still, we're here now. And it's the best thing in the world. I'm over the moon."

Sherlock smiled into his glass of wine as he took a sip. "We've solved quite a few cases since then."

"Hmm." John swallowed and nodded. "About two hundred or something. I don't remember the exact figure. I'll look into my journal for that."

"My efficiency in crime solving has been increased by at least ten percent, since then."

"Now, you're just messing."

"I'm not!"

"Feeling quite sentimental today, are we?" John asked with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Sherlock took a deep breath and became all serious, suddenly. "Yes. Very."

John must have sensed some nervousness but he didn't say anything.

Sherlock decided that it was time. He took out the box from his pocket discreetly and placed it on his lap. "What do you say, John?" Sherlock began in a low voice, taking in shallow breaths. "Care to increase that number to two thousand, with me? Or perhaps infinite?"

John looked up with his eyes widened.

Sherlock sucked in a deep breath. "I wouldn't mind waking up to you swearing at the stupidest things in the morning everyday. For the rest of my life."

"What-what are you saying?"

Sherlock placed the box on the table and slid it to John. "Marry me?"

John's jaw dropped a bit as he grabbed the box to open it. He looked up at Sherlock with his eyes glistening. "Sherlock, of course, yes! Yes, definitely!" he exclaimed as he placed the back of his hand on his mouth.

Sherlock plucked the ring from the box and slid it to John's finger in his left hand. John kept staring at the ring with a huge grin for some time. He swallowed and looked up at Sherlock again. "It's so beautiful."

"Not unlike yourself."

John laughed at that and grabbed Sherlock's face. They both leaned in over the table and their lips met. Sherlock was gripping John's left hand tightly as they kissed again.

John leaned back in his seat after a few moments. "When did you buy this?"

"Not telling you."

"Never change," John said in a low voice and looked at Sherlock with his eyes full of love.

✧༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻✧

Prompt date by @calaisreno

Tags: @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @helloliriels @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @peanitbear , etc.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Date Mishaps

a misunderstanding about where they would be meeting, so both are waiting at a different location

a last minute emergency means they have to bring someone else with them on the date (e.g. child, little sibling, pet)

they were absolutely not dressed for the weather and end up getting completely wet in the rain

one of their phones is dead and they can't reach each other

even though they had reservations, the restaurant is closed

one of them gets hurt on the date, which makes them end up in the ER

they met online without a proper picture of each other and they keep missing each other at the bar, not able to find out who their actual date is

the waiter was supposed to bring a dessert with an engagement ring to the table next to them but brings it to them and now the awkwardness has reached new heights

they are doing speed dating, but unfortunately they already know each person of the other sex that is there

a date on a boat is nice until a swan attacks and someone falls into the water

they are both not local and they keep getting lost

their boss/parents/friends are also on a date in the same restaurant

one of them gets called back into work for an emergency and their date insists to walk them there

they thought they would have a date with someone else and are confused by who actually shows up

More: Date Gone Wrong

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[mischievous-thunder]

When these four start interacting that's a whole different level of chaos

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Dead No Brain

The reason I love Tim/Danny so much is because these two highly intelligent yet absolutely deranged at times individuals do not question each other. You know the phrase, "I say 'jump' and you say 'how high'"? It's that, but they don't even ask 'how high'.

Tim, 28 hours no-sleep, crazy eyed, breaks into Danny's dorm through the window at unholy five in the morning, all up in his Red Robin gear and with blood on his face, and asks Danny to come with him because he needs to test if a human can, in fact, walk with one leg cut off up to his ankle and the other one stuck in a bear trap? Yeah, okay, Danny can manipulate his body shape in ghost form and phase on a bear trap. "You owe me a coffee for waking me up," and they are on the way to the crime scene.

Danny shows up to the manor unannounced with no prior introduction to the Batfam, leaves a homemade albeit a bit green-tinted apple pie for Alfred in the kitchen, and strolls straight down to the BatCave to bother Tim with a burning question of 'what if I duplicate myself, impersonate Joker, and spend a week ruining his mad clown reputation by throwing group mime performances in broad daylight'? Sure, Tim already has a compilation of funny fails he wants Danny to do while he's at it. Do you mind questioning a ghost of the latest murder victim on the way?

And they see zero problems with it. That's what relationships are for, Dick, shouldn't you of all people know you need to trust your partner?

Jason/Danny comes as a close second in this department, but I feel like Jason has more of a 'fuck it, I'm in' kind of vibe. Is he up for any kind of shit his partner comes up with? Sure. Unless he thinks it will do more harm than good to his partner specifically. Does he come up with a detailed plan to screw DalvCo in every way possible from reporting its Instagram account as scam to rearranging all the furniture in Vlad's mansion by gluing it to the ceiling? I don't think so.

Tim/Danny is the power couple in my mind.

Only the 'power' in question is often vaguely threatening for the sanity of everyone in close range.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Prompt

The wail isn't the only thing Danny can do with his voice.

He finds this out when he is hanging out on a date with his new friend soon-to-boyfriend Jason, and the cafe they're in gets fear-gassed.

Jason and everyone else in the cafe start to lose their shit and Danny doesn't know what to do. Most of his powers were locked away because Gramps wanted him to enjoy a normal-ish college life!

On the verge of tears, Danny remembers a time when Ellie was having a nightmare, and he found that singing to her soothed her.

And in a desperate attempt, Danny began to sing.

It was a soft soothing melody, so soft that realistic speaking, no one should have heard it. But the entirety of Gotham did.

In those few moments, the effects of the fear gas disappeared, and whatever anger, fear, helplessness, emptiness, loneliness, whatever negative emotion was being felt at that time dissipated as well.

For once, Gotham air didn't feel so heavy.

And Danny was sure he scored himself a second date.

[ghostbsuter]

"Date? Me?'

Tim nods, milkshake in hand, sitting outside of McDonald's with his study buddy, Danny.

The other teen looked flabbergasted with a firm blush building up.

Tim found him utterly adorable.

"I can't date anyone? I'm property of.the goverment."

Tim Drake-Wayne, aka Red Robin, has various questions to that statement.

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Couples Therapy (DpxDc Prompt)

Danny looses a bet and now he has to attend couples therapy. The problem? He has no one to attend couples therapy with.

The obvious solution, he decides with 3am clarity after 36 consecutive hours awake, is to put out a job listing. And where better to find a fake partner than a dating site?

About Me

Looking for someone to take to couples therapy and see how long it takes the therapist to notice we don't know each other.

Now all he has to do is wait.

[hughmanbean]

Loving Threats

Inspired by a song and its remake. But I am trash at syncing lyrics to storybeats.

Danny and Jason met in the ghost zone when Jason was dead, but he forgot it all coming back to life. When the two of them were together, they went through the entire song and dance (literally) of asking each other out.

I'm serious. There were like 10 different musical scenes with varying themes. It was Fenton Romance at its finest. And Jason's old school romance heart was certainly played a large part too.

It was their love language. Dramatic acts, vague threats and all.

Post revival and reconnection with the Batfam, Jason spots a familiar face. A flood of memories wash through him, and with it a bout of giddiness. Though he's currently dressed as Red Hood, Danny'll be able to tell who he is and keep quiet. Just have to greet him in a way that he'll recognize.

---

Danny is out taking the kids for a walk. Dan was grumpy since he wasn't allowed any ecto chips, for both his health and as punishment for severely beating a guy who tried to mug Danny without permission yesterday. Ellie is quite cheerful, since she's going to visit the Crocodile and Zombie sewer-dudes when Danny's not looking.

All of a sudden, Red Hood, casually wielding a gun, approaches Danny. He makes an overly familiar gesture, wrapping an arm sideways around Danny's waist. He whistles under the hood, a faint green glow from the white eyespaces.

"Well who do we have here? You look half dead, honey."

Danny looked at him. Horrible pick up line? Check? Thin veneer of confidence? Check. Zero self control around Danny? Check.

Jason. The rancid ecto signature is new, though. Honestly, not surprised he's a crime lord now.

"Well, you know how it is. The kids have been running me ragged. And you sure haven't been any help."

Danny puts on an innocent smile. Jason sidles closer. A few bystanders watch them with varied expressions.

"Well you don't need to worry about that now. How about you and I go somewhere more private?"

---

"A crime boss, huh?"

Dan is raiding the fridge. Ellie is watching a fight on TV.

"It was a... necessary step. I promise I would've visited you sooner if I had known."

"It's fine. What else happened while you were gone?"

"Well..."

[bookished]

( a collection of starters or dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <𝟑 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"You don’t get it, do you? Every time I walk away, the ground pulls me back toward you like I’m tethered to this place, to you!"

"I swear, even the rain mocks me, falling harder every time I try to forget you!"

"Why is it that every time I try to move on, the stars spell out your name like they’re taunting me?"

"I hate how every single flower blooms brighter when I think of you! It’s like even nature is against me!"

"I can’t stand it! Every time I get close to letting you go, the wind whispers your name, like it won’t let me forget!"

"Every time I try to bury these feelings, the earth shakes beneath my feet as if it knows what I’m doing!"

"I’ve tried to walk away a hundred times, but every shadow, every flicker of light reminds me of you. It’s like you haunt me!"

"Even the ocean keeps pulling me back to the shore where we stood. Do you know how infuriating that is? I’m drowning in memories of you!"

"Every time I close my eyes, the wind rushes in like it’s carrying your scent! I can’t escape you, even in my dreams!"

"I’ve screamed at the stars, demanded they stop reminding me of you, but they just burn brighter. They know, don’t they? They know!"

"You have no idea how much I’ve fought against this, how much I’ve tried to tear you out of my life, but even the trees whisper your name!"

"It’s like the moon itself mocks me, shining brighter whenever I think of you! It’s unbearable!"

"I hate how even the fire crackles louder when I’m angry with you, like it’s feeding on my frustration! But I can’t stop!"

"Do you know what it’s like to try and forget you, only for the rivers to murmur your name every time I pass by?"

"I curse your name every time I see the sun set, but it still paints the sky in colors that remind me of you!"

"I tried to burn the letters, the memories, but the fire wouldn’t take them! It’s like the universe won’t let me forget you!"

"Every time I get close to leaving, the stars realign, the air shifts, and it feels like the world won’t let me go!"

"You think I want to feel this way? Even the storms rise up when I try to let you go, like the sky is angry at me!"

"I’ve tried to bury it, to push you out, but even the ground beneath me trembles with your name!"

"Every time I get close to moving on, the world bends in your direction! Why can’t I escape this?"

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Jason Kicks down Dick’s apartment door with a duffle bag in hand: turns out it’s not going to work out with Danny.

Dick about to enjoy some Chinese: oh no I thought you were really into him.

Jason, sitting down with a huff: I am but it’s just not going to work out.

Dick: what happened jason?

Jason: I fucked up that’s what.

Jason: he kissed me.

Jason: and afterwards, I panicked

Jason: and, just exclaimed “golly!”

Dick, trying to not keep a straight face:…

Jason: I said it very loudly..

Dick: oh jason-

Jason clutching a pillow: I can’t step foot into crime alley again Dick, I’m going to have to burn my bridges, start over-

Dick, lightly chuckling: it’s not that bad-!

Jason, into the pillow: just put me back into my casket!!

[brknmachine]

ULTRATOBER 17-19 : DESIGN SWAP

[sunlit-mess]

whack him with the spoon

[creativepromptsforwriting]

First Date Prompts

It was their first official date and despite both of them already knowing each other, they were both incredibly nervous.

He was not one to kiss on the first date. But he had done a lot on this date that he normally didn't imagine himself to do.

Their first date was an absolute disaster. And everyone was shocked to find out that they were already planning the second one.

As far as first dates go, this one was special.

Having their first date in front of cameras was less than ideal.

They couldn't remember what their first date was, so they plan the perfect first date, even though they've been together for some time now.

A date is not supposed to last more than a few hours, much less more than a day. Especially not a first date.

This first date was a perfect example of Murphy's law. Nothing worked out how they had expected it to, and every time they thought it couldn't get worse, it did.

Having been in an online relationship for a while, it was weird and exciting to have their first date in person months after saying I love you the first time.

Their friends had arranged a blind date for them, and because their friends know them best, they were already planning a second date after this.

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[kittyfrisk9]

IdeaDpxDc- The petition

Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.

Nightwing receives a very strange request from a child. Dead On Main (implied)

---

It happened on the rooftop of some building, when Nightwing was taken by surprise by the strange request from his brother's boyfriend's younger brother.

"Are you part of the Bats, huh?" the kid asked, crossing his arms and staring intently.

"Yeah," Nightwing replied, smiling with a slight nod. "How can I help you?"

"I need your help. Investigate my brother's boyfriend," he said, frowning.

"What?" Nightwing responded, raising an eyebrow, visibly surprised.

"I'm usually very good at stalking people," he continued, pacing back and forth, "but this guy, Jason, he's really suspicious. He's hiding something, I know it. I tried to follow him to find out what he's hiding, but he caught me!" He stopped and looked at the other with frustration. "He's done it ten times already. No one's caught me that many times! Well, except Danny the idiot, but he doesn't count," he added, waving a hand as if it were a trivial detail. "Danny's too stupid to suspect anything," he said, looking worriedly at the ground. "I can see it in his eyes, love has blinded him." He looked up, with a serious expression. "What if his boyfriend turns out to be a trafficker and wants to steal his organs? Or gets him into drugs? Or is some kind of criminal mastermind?" He sighed, crossing his arms again. "I've noticed his questionable behaviors. I don't trust that guy."

"I see. You're worried about your older brother, you're a sweet kid," Nightwing commented with a smile as he leaned against the edge of the building, looking out over the illuminated city.

"I'm not a kid and I'm not worried! I'm an adult, I'm older than you!" the boy retorted indignantly, crossing his arms.

Nightwing raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh, how old are you?"

"... 30," the young man murmured, avoiding eye contact.

Nightwing chuckled. "You look 12."

The boy frowned, clearly annoyed. "I'm not here to talk about my age. Are you going to do the job or not?" He took a step forward, his tone impatient.

Nightwing raised his hands in surrender. "Haha, okay, okay. What makes you think your brother, Danny, is in danger?" Straightening up, he looked at the young man more seriously, ready to listen.

"He met him on a dating app. That's not weird, but when he introduced me, the guy was huge. Big, and Danny's a twig," the young man started, looking at Nightwing seriously. "I know he's 19, but genetics decided to abandon him." He mocked the boy.

Nightwing raised an eyebrow, curious but still confused. "And that's suspicious because...?"

The boy raised a hand to stop him. "Wait, let me finish." He approached the rooftop's edge, looking out at the city. "The guy not only is huge but also knows how to fight. I threw eggs at him and he dodged every single one. And he beat me in a fight!"

"Pff, you threw eggs at him?" Nightwing asked with a raised eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the idea of seeing Jason covered in eggs. The young man gave him a annoyed look. "Okay, okay, don't get mad. What else do you have to tell me?"

The boy continued firmly: "He also knows how to use weapons. Danny and that guy went to a shooting range for one of their dates. I followed them, and that guy was as good as Danny! Not only that," the boy added, turning to look directly at Nightwing. "I saw him threaten someone once, and he seems to have contacts with Red Hood. No normal person has contacts with a crime lord." Warning, emphasizing the danger it implied.

"Yeah, that says a lot," Nightwing agreed, while in his mind he wondered why Jason had taken Danny to a shooting range. There were better places for a date. "I understand, I'll look into it. What's your name, kid?" He asked, more for appearances' sake.

"Dante Nightingale," he replied. "I'll wait for you here on Thursday at the same time for the report," he ordered. This attitude reminded him so much of Damian; maybe he should introduce them.

"Alright, boss," Nightwing joked, then jumped to another building. Tonight he'd have a lot of material to tease Jason with; his brother-in-law didn't trust him. Haha.

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Note: Sorry, I don't know English, so please use a translator. I apologize if you don't get the idea.