#writblr event

[a-million-possible-outcomes]

AMPO Prompt: February 2023

We have been resurrected! This prompt can have many interpretations, and we are excited to see any and all of them! The prompt for this month:

The world was bigger than she'd ever known.

(Though we use "she" in this prompt, we will not object to other pronouns used.)

You’ll have until February 25-30 (roughly around there) to post your story. You’re free to write anything you want, barring any NSFW content and Harry Potter fanfiction (other fanfic is ok), just please add content warnings at the top. We can’t wait to see what you come up with!

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hey writer friends! There's a fun, all-fandom, writing/art event taking place for fall. Cozytober! This is their second year and since they don't have a tumblr page, I thought I'd share the prompts!

For anyone participating in any of the other big fall events (@sicktember @whumptober @flufftober ) these prompts actually meld really well with those.

For more information about Cozytober rules, as well as a text version of the prompts, check out their AO3 Collection page [Here]

Happy writing!!

[comfy-vember]

Please refer to the pinned post for more information.

Prompts available in regular text below!

Comfy-vember 2024 - Prompt lists

PROMPT OF THE MONTH:

Healing wounds — Day together — Forehead kiss

“It doesn’t hurt when I’m with you.”

Song: ‘Safe and Sound’ by Taylor Swift

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WEEKLY PROMPTS:

Week 1:

Scars — Mug of tea — Slow hug

“You know me better than that.”

Week 2:

Verbal affirmation — Movie night — Loving gaze

“Let's go home.”

Week 3:

Putting on ointment — Care for caregiver — Rain on the roof

“I've got you.”

Week 4:

Apology — Happy tears — Hot chocolate

“You aren't dead?”

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DAILY PROMPTS:

Day 1: Breaking bad habits — New day — Train ride

Day 2: Favourite song — Holding hands — Walking and talking

Day 3:  Special breakfast — Spoon feeding — Forehead kiss

Day 4: Bed rest — Mug of tea — Soft music

Day 5: Saying their name — Hand on knee — Dressing fancy

Day 6: Weak crying — Trusting — Slow hug

Day 7: Eye of the storm — Sleeping on shoulder — First hug

Day 8: Found — Thunder shower — Fresh fruit

Day 9: Scars — Passing smile — Baking cookies

Day 10: Overcoming fear — Sharing a bed — Lullaby

Day 11: Verbal affirmation — Couch cuddles — Nose kiss

Day 12: Hand on shoulder — Practical gift — Movie night

Day 13: Relearning a skill — Surprise compliment — Fresh laundry

Day 14: After nightmare — Day together — Random gift

Day 15: Shopping trip — Storytelling — Laughing phone call

Day 16: Carrying — Reading aloud — Loving gaze

Day 17: Healing wounds — I love you text/note — Rain on the roof

Day 18: Coming home — Kitchen dancing — Sleeping in

Day 19: Putting on ointment — Thick blankets — Sunset

Day 20: Desperate hug — Sharing food — Care for caregiver

Day 21: Enthusiastic greeting — Late night laughter — Waking up together

Day 22: Bail out — Car ride — Lamplight

Day 23: Remembering medication — Art on fridge — Warm toast

Day 24: Apology — Palm kiss — Campfire

Day 25: Washing bloodstains — Hair brushing — Cheek kiss

Day 26: Confession — Crying hug — Picnic

Day 27: Promise keeping — Quick hug — Beach/waves

Day 28: Cast taken off — Sleepy kiss — Hot chocolate

Day 29: Showing up — Birthday gift — Bicycle

Day 30: In dreams — Happy tears — Dancing in rain

[31-daysofhorror]

It's 31 Days of Horror 2024!

Welcome to the fifth annual 31 Days of Horror writing challenge!

For those of you who have not done this challenge before it's simple. This is a horror writing challenge that takes place during the month of October. For each day you'll take the corresponding prompt and write a horror short story to go with it. You can then take your wonderful creations and post them with the tag #31DOH2024 so others can see what you wrote for the day!

There are three whole years of short stories you can go check out under the tags #31DOH2023, #31DOH2022, and #31DOH2021

If you have any questions check out the FAQ or feel free to reach out via an ask.

Happy writing!

[List ID: 1 Distraught 2 Bid 3 Riddle 4 Chance 5 Clutch 6 Unlocked 7 Answer 8 Missing 9 Spin 10 Briar 11 Dialup 12 Consult 13 Print 14 Restless 15 Needle 16 Breach 17 Pane 18 Click 19 Hunter 20 Cruise 21 Fog 22 Imposter 23 Generated 24 Sleep 25 Highway 26 Loose 27 Steps 28 Blog 29 Clover 30 Whisper 31 Close]

[truefant4sy]

Can I make a request for some smutty king uceyjucey jey uso pretty plz

attitude.

okay love ENJOY<3

warnings: choking,crying,sorta dom/sub,squriting

"you gon act this the whole ride?" josh looked her awaiting her answer.

"Yup." she spoke back bitterly why was she mad? because well this was his first break in 3 months it was back-to-back shows and she only ever got to see him if they had something going on in the same city, state etc.

Now that he was home all he did was sleep answer emails and sleep more.

I mean it was well deserved but God was she horny.

"well then what's the point of me being here ma?" he asked her rubbing at his beard looking all too god with that black compression shirt and those chains, she knew that if riled him up enough she would get exactly what she wanted which was nice rough beating straight to her pussy, "I don't fucking know just stop talking to me already bitch" she turned to look at waiting for his face to screw up once he realized what she just called him yet it didn't.

he only silently pulled off the highway onto the streets of LA which was clearly far away from their destination which was the LAX airport for their jet to Dubai "you really just don't know how to shut the fuck up huh?" he asked her as he was parked into the far corner of the dark empty parking lot that was empty due to it only being 3 in the morning "I guess not" she replied smartly making him look at her waiting to see if she would even try to take back what she said.

he only nodded his head when he realized she was set in her decisions he unbuckled his seatbelt and made his way around the hood of their rental and to her side which were he opened the door without saying anything and unbuckling her seatbelt and scoping her out of the passenger seat and with her still in his arm he opened the backseat door and tossed her down in the seat leaving her on her back as before following behind her climbing on top of her his arms holding himself up above her and closing the door "Ima give you one more chance mama.

so what you call me?" his brown eyes bore into eyes as he rubbed his legs clearly ready to pounce it she gave him the wrong answer "A bitch that's what I call-" before she could even finish what she was saying his hand was tightly around her throat as he gave her rough kiss not even giving her any time to adjust to it making her moan he made sure to kiss her for long enough to the point she couldn't breathe making her push at his chest as she steadily sucked her tongue harder he only pulled away for a second to catch his own breathe before going back in.

"Lemme take these off" he muttered in between kisses his hands on her ass as he kneaded it through her black leggings, she lifted up her hips up as he roughly tugged them down her thick legs leaving her bare and she wasn't wearing any panties underneath them "nasty ass." he commented as he saw her panty-less.

his thumb started flicking at her clit making her moan.

he slid down now face level with her pussy and wasting no time using one of his hands to hold her pussy lips open as he his tongue worked absolute magic on his clit his other hand had two fingers his index and middle knuckle deep in her tight pussy as he fingered her roughly "shittt slow down".

she whimpered as his fingers seemed to speed up at the second "shut the fuck up" he groaned into her pussy as her pussy spasmed around his fingers her hands shot down to grab at his curly short hair to push his mouth more onto her pussy his eyes stared up at her as her eyebrows bunched up together as she bit her bottom lip.

"It feels so fucking good oh my godd" her back arched up out of the seat as he used the hand that was holding her pussy open to lift her clit and lick at the sensitive spot that never failed to make her cum.

"fuckkkk daddy I'm gonna cum" her voice was high pitched, and her moans got even higher and more frequent "c'mon fucking cum" he groaned into her pussy as her legs violently shook.

"I'm fucking cumming holy fucking shit" her moan was high pitched as she tightly gripped his hair making him moan into her as he slurped everything that came out of her pussy which caused her to shiver.

yet he didn't stop fingering her orgasm finished "alright- fuck Joshua stop" she screamed as he curled his fingers as he found exactly what he was looking for, "shut that shit up mama this is exactly what you wanted don't run now" he had to toss her legs over his shoulders to keep her from trying to close them.

she tried to sit up to scoot away but he only pushed her back down onto the seat "no more please-" as much as she tried to plead with him her body did the exact opposite of what she was saying.

"Shh wet up this seat ma I know you want to" he cooed her.

Her face screwed up even more her eyes rolling back as she felt warm all over her stomach clenching painfully and just like that, she squirted all over his fingers with a loud moan.

"fuckkkking shitt" watching her like this made him even more hard even when he was mad at her he couldn't help but still be attracted to her body once he pulled his fingers out, he pulled down his sweats and boxers and discarded them somewhere on the floor along with her leggings.

he slapped her puffy clit with the fat tip of his dick making her gush a bit more "please daddy I need it" she whined rubbing at her puffy wet folds "speak like a big girl baby you know how" he purred while he jerked off above her, her legs still on either side of his broad shoulders.

"i need you to fuck me please" she whined rubbing at his stomach underneath his shirt "take this off" she tugged on his shirt making him flash her his pretty smile, as he took it off, she did the same with her sweatshirt which she also wore nothing underneath his hands reached out and began grabbing and twisting her nipples making her even more dizzy. at this point all she could hear was their hard breathing and the song.

"The Hills" by the weeknd played throughout the car as he slid it in, they both gasped making the moment all the more special, he quickly flipped her over on to her stomach made her lay down flat making sure she wasn't arching her back.

The last time they did this position she squirted so much there was a puddle in the bed.

His strokes started off slow to warm her up to his big size but once she got used to it, she swore her soul left her body and was replaced by another unworldly horny spirit she couldn't even control her mouth.

"Yo ass always got a damn attitude" josh spat as he picked up pace making her scream into the seat "you just like getting treated like this huh? you're such a fuckin slut".

he grabbed her hair and made her turn her head to look at him "there we go pretty mama let daddy see yo fine ass face" and all she could do was moan "your so fucking deep daddy I swear it's in my stomach fuckkk" she eyes were rolled back before she closed them tightly "yeah?" he grabbed the side of the door as he picked up his thrust the slapping sound getting louder than the new song that now played through the car "LSD" by asap rocky.

He grabbed her throat tightly as he made her lift her body up so he could bruise her lips even more with some even rougher kisses and once he was done, he pushed her back down onto the seat.

"Say sorry" he smacked her ass with so much force it brought tears it her eyes "I'm sorry daddy- I didn't mean that I promise" she choked out through her sobs of pure pleasure and joy "yeah?tell me you love me baby tell me how much you fuckin love me".

he groaned his eyes shut as he mindlessly rocked himself deeper into her pussy "I love you so damn much daddy I promise I do" her skin was hot to the touch as she could feel that same painful clench in her stomach "I love you too baby" his hand gripped at her throat more the closer he got "I'm so close mama I wantchu to cum with me alright?" his body was shaking as he tried his best to push both of them to an orgasm.

his hand reached underneath her to rub at her clit.

once he did that it felt like fireworks were going off in her body and mind "FUCK " she screamed into the seat as her body endlessly sprayed his dick down making her toes curl as she gripped at the seat as her pussy clenched around him unbelievably tight, he could feel his own eyes brim with tears

"Fuck I'm boutta fill this pussy up. You better gimme some kids too" his dirty words made her tingly all over and as he filled her up.

They stayed like that for a bit until josh pulled out reached into the front and popped the center console open to pull out some wipes to clean her up.

"Next time you better fix ya attitude" he told her playfully as he wiped down her thighs "will do" she replied softly.

[larkingame]

hello hello! this november bianca (@beeanca-writing ) and I our hosting our very own writing and productivity challenge!

this is an indie (and slightly more lax) alternative to NaNoWriMo, where the focus is routine, accountability and above all else progress!

the rules for this challenge are simple:

prior to friday, november 1st 2024 choose a writing goal. this can be a total word count, daily word count, a page count, a certain number of chapters or an amount of time spent writing. remember to choose something attainable for you in thirty days. make a post on tumblr, discord, substack, twitter...(somewhere) presenting yourself (basically who you are as a writer!) your goal and discussing your writing projects or plans using the tag #novemberwripro!

plan and establish a routine. productivity isn't so much about time management, a packed schedule or any sort of fancy tools. productivity is about consistency. by establishing a writing routine for yourself you'll put yourself into a familiar enough rhythm that not only will you be able to write when you don't necessarily want to--you're setting yourself up to produce the best work you can possible put forth.

use your routine to help you work on your writing goal daily throughout the month of november. the goal of any writing challenge is to show some sort of progress on your current projects after all.

document your progress in some way. whether this be through a month long journal, a vlog on youtube or tiktok or even just posts in the discord server or on tumblr--it's important to reflect on all the work you've done and help build a community of accountability!

all are welcome to join--whether that be novelists, non-fiction writers, interactive fiction developers, fic writers, essayists, poets, screen-writers, academics or those simply looking to do more writing!

helpful links you may need:

challenge discord | substack

[shadowdoodles]

@comfy-vember Day 4: Bed Rest

“Phil expected to find a lot of things in this new house that he had to try to sell... it was said to be haunted and anyone who entered it would soon die a horrible way

Phil didn't think so, it was just a house....

But when he accidentally found a small hidden wing, he found the real reason behind the murders happening in the house... a vampire, or rather a fledgling.

And where there was a fledgling, there was a sire.”

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[raineandsky]

#101

It’s six in the evening. The villain knows this from the telltale sound of plastic scraping against the wooden floor. The sound is accompanied by the undeniably incredible smell of food.

They don’t bother turning their gaze from the window—they can see the hero in the reflection anyway. They nudge the tray into the room as far as they dare, lingering awkwardly on the threshold for a moment.

“Finding everything okay?” they ask after an unbearably thick silence.

“Found everything but my morality,” the villain retorts flatly. “Keeping me in here won’t make me a goody two-shoes like you, y’know.”

The villain had expected worse; concrete floors, metal bars. But here they are, in a plush bed, looking out to the beautiful scenery beyond, a goddamn lasagne sitting on a plate for them. 

“Was compassion not a good enough reason to have you in here the first three times?” the hero asks, their voice halfway between confused and joking. “I get the impression you like it though, seeing as you haven’t… left this room.”

The villain scoffs. “Escaped, you mean.”

“Left,” the hero corrects. “You’re not… locked in here, you know.”

The villain finally snaps their gaze from the window. The hero flinches slightly at the speed of it. “What?”

“You’re not locked in here.” The hero shifts on their feet restlessly. “Did you never even try the door?”

It’s too embarrassing to admit that it was too nice here to bother trying to leave. “I like to get my escapes right first time. I won’t try it until I need to.”

“Right.” The hero shuffles again. “Well, there’s a lot of villains who know you’re here and have been wondering where you are.”

“Villains like who?”

The hero smiles, like they’ve fallen into a trap. “Come outside and find out.”

The villain scowls at that. The hero raises their eyebrows expectantly. “Eat your food,” they say casually. “Then come say hi, okay?”

“No.”

The hero sighs, like this is a conversation they’ve had a thousand times. “The door’s always open,” they say gently. “Come see the others when you feel up to it.”

They linger in the doorway for a moment but the villain offers no response, so they simply sigh defeatedly and carefully shut the door. 

Tsch. Does the hero think they’re stupid? They’d open that door and heroes would descend on them.

The day they leave this room, it’ll be as part of their greatest escape yet.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

All Falls Down - Chapter 9

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May 2003

“We not gon be here long, I promise.” Josh placed a kiss on Kiyana’s cheek before walking further into the house, going to find the football team. Kiyana rolled her eyes and walked over to the folding table that had the punch on it. 

“Damn smile or somethin’ it’s a party.” Kiyana snorted and rolled her eyes and snatched a red solo cup off the table before walking over to the couch and sitting down. She took a sip of the punch in her red solo cup, face screwing up at how strong it was. She did not want to be at this stupid ass party and Josh knew that. She had on a cute ass outfit that was now going to waste at this dumb ass party, full of people she did not like. 

“Why you over here looking all sad?” Kiyana smiled over at Joe as he plopped down on the couch next to her. “It’s a party KiKi and you look like somebody done ran over your dog.” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. 

“I’m not sad. Just irritated.” She said with a small shrug. He arched an eyebrow for her to elaborate.”I hate parties, you know that.” 

Joe nodded. “Yeah I know, only teenager I know that hates having fun.” Joe teased, poking her in her side when she stuck her tongue out at him. 

“I don’t hate having fun.”  She shoved his shoulder.”I just hate the people that I'm supposed to be having fun with.” Joe threw his head back and laughed.  Joe was always a great friend to her ever since they met at freshman orientation. They were interrupted when Samara came and plopped down on the couch next to Kiyana and crossed her arms with a pout. 

“I hate the boys in this dumb ass county.” Samara huffed. “I can’t wait to go to college” With Kiyana distracted,Joe was able to get a good look at her outfit and to him, so looked good. His gaze lingered on her belly button ring that was showing and Joe bit his lip. He always had a crush on Kiyana, ever since they met at Pensacola Catholic High School. She was literally his only friend while he was there for those 5 months. 

But he had to keep his feelings for her at bay because she  was with Josh and as much as it pissed him off, because Josh knew how Joe felt about Kiyana before asking her out, Josh was family. And if Josh was happy, Joe was happy for him.

PRESENT DAY

“What we did ain’t nothing worse than what y’all two did.” Kiyana snapped her head over to look at Joe who was staring at Josh with a smug look on her face and everything started to make sense to her. Because why else would he want her in California with him and Josh? This was his plan all along! The voice inside her head yelled at her. He never wanted to help. He just wanted you present when he told Josh!

“Oh” She mumbled, eyes swelling with tears because even if Josh did have an affair on her she did not want him to find out that his cousin had fingered her where his co-workers could hear. Josh’s eyes kept bouncing from Joe’s face to Kiyana’s and his heart dropped into his stomach at the guilty look on his wife’s face. 

“Kiyana,” Josh whispered, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “What he talkin’ bout?”  Kiyana’s eyes fell on Shanté who was standing behind Josh with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. The guilty feeling she had diminished, just a tiny bit.  “Key?” Josh called her name when she didn’t respond. 

Joe rolled his eyes with a sigh at Kiyana’s silence. He stood up, smirking at how he towered over Josh. “I gave her the best orgasm of her life.” Without thinking,  Josh swung and connected, making Joe stagger back a bit while holding his jaw. Kiyana gasped and jumped out of the way as Josh tackled Joe to the ground. 

“Joshua!” Kiyana yelled out trying to grab his arm and pull him off of Joe but he pushed her off of him, causing her to stumble into the table behind her. She looked over at Shanté who was just standing there, watching. “Don’t just stand there!” Kiyana yelled, making Shanté jump. “Go get help!”  Shante nodded and ran off to go get help, while Kiyana was trying to still get them to stop fighting, Joe had somehow flipped them and was now on top of Josh, holding him down like how he used to do when they were kids. 

“You’re fuckin’ dead to me.” Josh spit at Joe, struggling to get out of his hold. Joe rolled his eyes at Josh’s dramatics. 

“Y’all stop please.” Kiyana pleaded. Josh stopped struggling and locked eyes with Kiyana, eyes wet with unshed tears. 

“You wanted to get back at me that bad?” His voice wavered as he addressed her. Joe huffed and rolled his eyes again. 

“Josh it wasn’t like-” 

“Then what was it like Key?” He asked as Shanté came back into catering with Sami Zayn and The New Day. “You fucked my cousin.” Sami’s eyes widened as he looked at Kiyana then Joe. 

“Okay how about everyone calms down and  we let Jey up.” Sami said, walking over and gently placing a hand on Joe's shoulder. 

“I’m calm.” Joe said, still holding Josh down. “He attacked me first.” Josh stared at Joe incredulously, before struggling to get free again. 

“Getcho’ big ass off of me. You slept with my wife.”  Kiyana sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. 

“Joe let him-” 

“Oh now she’s your wife.” Joe cut Kiyana off with a snort as Xavier and Kofi came over and pulled Joe off of Josh. “You don’t respect her, Joshua you never did.” Josh rolled his eyes and pushed Sami’s hand away that he offered to help him Josh his feet. He was embarrassed. His cousin and his wife? Nah, someone had to be lying. 

“Man, fuck you! Your obsession with my wife ends tonight Leati. This shit is so played the fuck out.” Josh gritted out “It’s been 20 years give it the fuck up.”  

“If you respected her you wouldn’t have cheated and flaunted it around here like people ain’t know you was married. And what was it that I heard Shanté say earlier?” Joe snapped his fingers “Oh right, you had planned to divorce KiKi and get with Shanté. That's what I heard.” 

Josh started walking up on Joe again but Sami held him back. 

“Wait.” Kiyana came and stood in front of Josh. “That’s what you wanted?”  

“Kiyana-” Josh’s head snapped to the side from how hard Kiyana smacked him. 

“So I’m dying while having your child, my father dies and you laying up with another bitch telling her that you were going to leave me?” She shook her head with a scoff and turned on her heels walking out of catering. She didn’t know where she was going but she needed to get far away from Joe and Josh.

Josh tried to go after her buT Kofi and Xavier stopped him. 

“Let her be for right now Uce. Y’all need some space from each other.” Josh let out a deep breath knowing Kofi was right. He sighed and plopped down on a nearby folding chair, holding his head in his hands. 

“It wasn’t the first time either.” Joe said after a couple seconds of silence. “Remember Avery Mitchell?” 

MAY 2003

“Class of 2003! Wooo!”  Samara and Kiyana turned their attention to the kitchen where Avery Mitchell was standing on top of the counter dancing. 

“Ew,” Samara said and Kiyana agreed with a nod of her head. 

“Body shots, who down?” She heard Josh’s twin brother Jon ask. “Ok twin I see you.” Samara and Kiyana shared a look before walking towards the kitchen, Kiyana immediately getting pissed off by what she saw. 

Avery winked at Josh as he leaned down and licked the sugar off her neck then sucked the alcohol out of her bellybutton. What had set Kiyana off all the way was,instead of just taking the lemon out of Avery’s mouth with his hands, Josh brought his mouth up to Avery’s and did not push Avery away when she grabbed the back of his neck holding him there while she stuck her tongue down his throat. She watched thinking that he was going to pull back from Avery but he didn’t, instead he brought his hands up and cupped her face deepening the kiss. 

It's fuck Josh round these parts 🤷🏽‍♀️

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

[akwardsilince]

Person A: “I threw up.”

Person B: “Why?”

Person A: “Very philosophical— give me a moment. I’m going to throw up again”

[bunnis-monsters]

💗13K followers event!💗

Hello everyone and thank you for 13k! To celebrate, I wanted to take the time to uplift new or smaller writers on tumblr!

Writers, please reply or reblog with a fic of yours saying you’d like to participate! I’ll reblog it and try to give you a little boost!

Rules for entering

1. You must be an adult and have your age in your bio

2. If you go against my DNI you cannot participate.

3. I do not have to reblog your fic if it personally makes me uncomfortable. You are still allowed to reblog and post it in the comments but there’s no guarantee I’ll reblog it.

4. No complaining or being rude if your fic isn’t reblogged by me. Either I haven’t seen it or I was uncomfortable with it.

[comfy-vember]

Hullo. Welcome to Comfy-vember.

2024 PROMPT LIST IS HERE.

Tumblr-wide tag search!

This is a fun writing challenge, to encourage creativity. There are no prizes but your own satisfaction, and the love of your readers. :)

No, I am not trying to usurp Comfortember (which I thought for sure was in September??) the already established writing event to follow up Whumptober. This is just an alternative, with a greater variety of prompts, and prompt schedules.

So pertinent factoids:

Who: You can call me Rain, and this is open to anyone.

What: a writing event (but you can make art too if you want!) centered around gen (platonic) relationships and hurt/comfort (leaning into the comfort) scenes. Fanfic and original work welcome.

When: November

Where: anywhere you post writing! But this blog will only reblog writing or links from here on tumblr. An Ao3 collection could be possible, though I've never made one before.

Prompts: There are three levels of prompts to choose from, to help you set realistic goals for yourself, and hopefully let you participate without the guilt of not making every day!😘 There are Daily, Weekly, and a single Month prompt groups.

The Prompt of the Month consists of three words or phrases, a line of dialogue, and a song to draw inspiration from.

The 4 Weekly Prompts consist of three words or phrases, and a line of dialogue each.

The 30 Daily Prompts consist of three words or phrases each.

You can use ANY of the prompts for the day/week, from one to all of them! You will notice some variety in the amounts of hurt vs comfort vs fluff in each prompt group. So you can pick whatever you're feeling, or use all of them in the progression of your work! Or if you want to continue some of those Whumptober fics with recovery and hugs and cuddles...👀

Works: can be any length, from five sentences, to ficlets, to a whole chapter fic/novel mashing all the prompts together! Both fanfic and original writing are welcome. They do not have to be written or posted in order, just make sure to tag which day/weeks prompts you're using.

Content: This is supposed to be centered around gen or platonic relationships (friends, siblings, parent-child, mentor-student, neighbours, soldiers, other familial bonds, a garbage truck driver and the kid who waves at him every day, etc. even people and their pets). Romantic relationships can be in the background, but I'm really looking for friends, family, and countrymen to take centre-stage here. I would ask the writing be kept PG-13 or lower on the maturity scale. :) Or at least this blog will not reblog or recognize anything with explicit content.

Tags: #comfy-vember 2024 #comfy-vember #comfy vember #comfy vember 2024

That's all probably clear as mud, lol, but if you have ANY questions, PLEASE drop me an ask!

[rainintheevening]

HEY EVERYONE

Want to know who might be interested in participating in a writing event, either October or November or even December?

It would be a comfort theme, and have daily and weekly prompts depending on how much writing you feel capable of. Actually I'd even have a prompt for the whole month if you only feel up to writing one thing! Each day/week would feature three single word prompts and a dialogue prompt. The single prompt for the month would also include a song to draw inspiration from.

It would also be a GEN event, platonic relationships only (preferably not even pre-relationship).

Yes, original works would be welcome!

I don't know what to call this yet, I'm just checking out the interest level.

Let me know! And if there's more than a dozen yeses to this, I'll make it happen!

In fact let's stick a poll in here...

@ablatheringblatherskite @authortobenamedlater @sailforvalinor @clawedandcute @steampunk-archer @novelmonger @wispsofwhimsy @stargazer-luna @kraytwriter @thefinaljediknight Even if you guys don't feel up to it, pass it along please!

[nootcatt]

Fanfic writing is basically either staring at a blank document for hours and hours with just a vibe for a song based fic in your mind, or sitting down one night and then four days later you have a 44.5k words draft which is so good that you're sure you could never create something like this ever again.

And there is no in-between.

[pens-swords-stuff]

[Event] Writeblr Secret Admirer 2023

THE EVENT

Welcome to the FIFTH annual Writeblr Secret Admirer event!!

Let’s spread some love and positivity on Valentine’s Day! This is an event where we are going to send and receive some secret admirer messages to people’s ask boxes.

By signing up, you are agreeing to send someone a really nice and loving ask on February 14th, 2023.

I, Undine (@pens-swords-stuff​) will be assigning you a person to send a secret admirer message to via asks.

I will also be assigning someone to send YOU a secret admirer message, so you’ll have something to look forward to on Valentine’s Day.

There is no particular criteria about what you have to send, as long as it’s kind and positive. It doesn’t have to be romantic or anything, just send them something nice! Some potential ideas include: sending them compliments; telling them that they’re amazing and loved; comment something you love about their blog; send them a sweet Valentine’s day poem, the options are endless and the only limit is your creativity.

HOW TO SIGN UP

Complete this survey. It basically just asks you to put in the Writeblr URL you would like to participate with for organization purposes, and a couple other reminders. If you do not complete this survey, you will not be signed up for the event. So be sure to fill it out!

Reblog this post to spread awareness!

RULES

Your ask box must be open!

By signing up, you are promising to send someone a secret admirer message. This is all based on the honor system, and it will not work if people don’t send them. Please make sure that you are committed to this event.

You must send your ask in on Valentine’s Day, February 14th.

No hate or negativity of any kind! Send only nice things!

You can send your ask anonymously, or not. It’s up to you!

When you receive your ask, please post and publish them on your blog with the tag [#writeblr secret admirer] so I can check that people have received them, and to spread the love!

Please follow my blog (@pens-swords-stuff​). Important updates will be posted here, and the tagging system is unreliable at best. It’s the only way to make sure you’ll see important announcements.

The deadline to sign up for this event will be on February 13th, 5PM CST.

Assignments will be given randomly, and will be sent out prior to Valentine’s Day. Depending on when you sign up, you may receive your assignment today, the day of or anytime in between. Be sure to keep an eye out for it in your inbox, be patient, and to make a note of who your assignment is!

If you have any questions, please check out the FAQ here.

For anything not covered in the FAQ, please send me an ask.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, I hope you’ll consider joining and spreading the love!

Even if you decide not to sign up, I would love and appreciate a boost!