#july prompt list

[uhmmmsweetie]

July Prompt List

1. definition

2. fix

3. punch

4. elaborate

5. neighbor

6. scene

7. productive

8. ghost

9. bet

10. nervous

11. figure

12. tempt

13. gutter

14. stay

15. organized

16. far away

17. mosaic

18. reputation

19. code

20. medicine

21. hot

22. attachment

23. dramatic

24. restore

25. weakness

26.  gossip

27. banquet

28. spoiled

29. addicted

30. lock

31. fever

I used a random word generator to get somw ideas and the first thing it gave me was 'orgy'. Do with that information what you will. 👀

#imagine your otp #otp prompt #imagine your ship #otp imagine #character prompt #writing #writing prompts #platonic friendly #oc prompt #prompt list #monthly prompt list #july prompt list #drabble prompts #writing prompt #writer's block

[ilovecherries2]

July Writing Exercise Prompts 2022

Prompts for the rest of the month. Use any, change any:

Universes: modern-day coffeeshop, space scifi, Urban fantasy, High/epic fantasy

19)     Wrong Priority 

20)    Disliked Bear  

21)    Fake Roar

22)    Inspector For A Murder

23)    A Dozen Problems

24)    Comfort Zone

25)    Missed Match

26)    Lost Safety

27)    Wrong Error

28)  Lost Stranger

29)  Safety Net

30)  Hidden Royalty

31)  Haunted Library

Use any you want.

I added extra words to words I got from a word generator ( https://randomwordgenerator.com/ ). Hope this helps.

#prompts #writing prompts #creative writing prompts #prompt #prompt list #monthly prompt #monthly writing prompts #monthly prompt list #july prompt list #writers #writing #creative writing #inspiration #creative writing inspiration #fanfic prompt #original prompt #one piece fanfic prompt #any fanfic prompt #original work prompt #prompt for any creative writing #tags are hard #writer's block #writer's block fix it #write everyday #art prompt

[head-in-the-shrouds]

366 Prompts For 2024:

One word prompts for 2024 (all 12 months) and some alternatives. These are mostly horror / fantasy aimed.

January (31):

Behold

Justice

Oak

Weave

Hook

Waggon

Torch

Jinx

Prey

Must

Lit

Keep

Vanquish

Yarrow

Intended

Tomb

Marsh

Leather

Blanket

Kin

Lordling

Promises

Heath

Rot

West

Under

Sworn

Rusted

Transformation

Quest

Pond

February (29):

Midwinter

Oath

Croak

Blush

Nimble

Malady

Deal

Roots

Willow

Orders

Moss

Lantern

Portent

Lovelock

Mourning

Horned

Keys

Earn

Remedy

Bog

Yearning

Lace

Trunk

Coiled

Linger

Soothsayer

Revenge

Oleander

Revered

March (31):

Metal

Pride

Gunpowder

Inheritance

Master

Brandish

Enchanted

Path

Sacrifice

Tailor

Crypt

Remain

Toad

Understanding

Legacy

Archway

Mirror

Omen

Home

Fur

Dust

Bow

Necklace

Sly

Permanent

Grin

Aim

Nest

Hex

Church

Valour

April (30):

Masonry

Inquiry

Ledge

Years

Hospitality

Clay

Priestess

Sunken

Lavender

Trust

Waters

Guilt

Dusk

Protection

Musket

Castle

Flee

Ancient

Value

Charm

Fever

Penance

Silk

Foxhole

Ornament

Tradition

Meld

Hare

Well

Pest

May (31):

Moonrise

Sea

Wander

Absolution

Bark

Ridge

Crackle

Sacred

Bind

Frozen

Thatch

Naming

Elder

Wealth

Dappled

Reading

Father

Cathedral

Tent

Grey

Payment

Enshrine

Tales

Velvet

Cell

Guide

Dawn

Mines

Riddle

Falling

Clock

June (30):

Vixen

Stolen

Worth

Tar

Alchemy

Fickle

Barrell

Harrow

Pyre

Chest

Worship

Steps

Armoury

Tear

Den

Ladder

Ruins

Bargain

Snake-leaves

Corn-doll

Garnet

Eccentric

Telescope

Antler

Stone

Break

Laden

Tower

Chain

Rook

July (31):

Masquerade

Pines

Mother

Herbs

Limb

Prize

Rescue

Scales

Melody

Shore

Tempest

Appease

Queen

Hermit

Separated

Bear

Righteous

Chimney

Storm

Manipulate

Boots

Apple

Rings

Crafted

Trail

Bleak

Dear-heart

Sanctify

Feast

Gathering

Door

August (31):

Luck

Display

Greed

Autumn

Found

Wildfire

Sleep

Grandfather

Watch

Hidden

Lookalike

Whimsey

Thicket

Runes

Horseshoe

Smoke

Awaken

Gargoyle

Wig

Poison

Thousand-fur

Shatter

Barrow

Tempt

Flag

Mercy

Web

Beast

Candle

Hunt

Serpent

September (30):

Belladonna

Magician

Birch

Reflection

Sight

Elaborate

Captive

Rope

Glass

Decades

Blade

Sorrow

Finickity

Carving

Stag

Fairy-tale

Spark

Blackthorn

Mountain

Century

Fury

Question

Claws

Fangs

Decay

Gift

Shipwreck

Blessed

Harvest

Crown

October (31):

Troll

Vines

Scattered

Prayer

Hatchet

Coat

Fireside

Grim

Sealed

Walled

Healing

Cobbled

Secure

Forest

Blind

Constellation

Shroud

Regal

Helm

Shadowed

Ward

Sinking

Hills

Goldsmith

Silver

Entwining

Soldier

Courtship

Guest

Defy

Crone

November (30):

Bones

Fear

Talisman

Song

Witness

Cloak

Plague

Hearth

Returned

Testament

Ceremonial

Yearning

Written

Silhouette

Gilded

Boundary

Hunger

Stranger

Fiend

Dungeon

Huntsman

Want

Birdsong

Wish

Hierophant

Favour

Dreaming

Coal

Brother

Fields

December (31):

Bottles

Curse

Horizon

Supplies

Wallowing

Hodge-podge

Thorns

Wisdom

Trinket

Warmth

Timber

Honest

Ritual

Welcome

Branches

Disguise

Bound

Gallows

Shield

Window

Finality

Tinder

Starlight

Winds

Bridge

Fortune

Tracks

River

Guardian

Summon

Warmth

Alternative Prompts:

Cunning

Puppet

Hound

Brambles

Eldritch

Garden

Eldritch

Cosmic

Bells

Tainted

Sleigh

Sect

Glowing

Coven

#writing #writing prompt #prompt list #january prompts #february prompts #march prompts #april prompts #may prompts #june prompts #july prompts #august prompts #september prompts #november prompts #october prompts #december prompts #horror #horror writing #horror prompts #creative writing #fiction writing #short stories #fanfic

[innytoes]

prompt 35 for reggie ship of choice?

Reggie snuck into the house, which was really quite hard with both his hands full of tiny, squirming kitten. He'd been the last one in the box at the foot of the alleyway, the cliché FREE KITTENS on the front.

And look, Reggie was more of a dog guy, or even a hamster guy, but like, the tiny sad mews just broke his heart and what if nobody else took him home? Then he'd be all alone. He couldn't let that happen.

Still, he needed to convince the others. And he had the perfect plan. Thankfully, most of them were in the living room, Luke and Willie half-heartedly watching a show, Julie doodling, Alex flipping through a magazine with his head in Willie's lap and his feet in Luke's.

So Reggie strode into the living room, before holding out the kitten to Julie, who was probably going to be the easiest to sway.

"The last thing you ate is what we have to name him," he said, seriously.

"Mew," said the kitten, and Julie's eyes widened with Cute Overload.

"Ass," Willie blurted out.

"Dude!" Alex said, shooting upright, face red, which answered the question of whose ass. He seemed to realise that a moment too late, when Luke leaned over to fistbump Willie.

"Um okay, maybe not that," Reggie said, looking hopefully at Julie again.

"Peanut Butter Bagel," Julie said.

"Mew," Peanut Butter Bagel said, when she reached out to pet him.

One down...

"Frito!" Luke said.

"That's more of a dog name," Reggie said, cocking his head. Maybe if he played his cards right...

"Since when are we getting a dog?" Julie asked.

"Well, Luke already named him!" Reggie argued.

"Yeah, Jules!" Luke said, because he was the best boyfriend. At least right now. "Do you want Peanut Butter Bagel to be an only child?"

The bickering started up, comforting and familiar, as Willie came over to inspect the kitten and make friends, and Alex admitted he was pretty cute, and by the time anyone realised that no, they'd never agreed to a kitten, Peanut Butter Bagel already had a name, a water dish, a comfy box to sleep in, an improvised toy (one of Julie's scrunchies) and the hearts of over half of the polycule.

Points to Reggie.

Now apparently, on to part two of his plan, a dog named Frito...

#julie and the phantoms #the greater polyphantoms polycule #you said any reggie ship so I went with reggiexeveryone lol #fanfic #I wrote a thing #special thanks to ash who basically helped me brainstorm this fic and is the reason that prompt was on the list in the first place lol #now I had an excuse to write it so thank you anon

[gianttol]

The prompt list for GT July has been made, thank you to the people who submitted prompt ideas!

Everyone is free to join in for any and all days. Traditional art, digital art, writing, all creators are welcome. Have fun and remember to tag your posts <3

#GTJuly #GTJuly2022 #gt july #g/t community #!!!!!! ehehehehe! #gt #giant tiny #art challenge #prompt list #g/t #giant/tiny

[jilymicrofics]

JULY 2023 PROMPT LIST

This prompt list will be pinned to the top of the blog on July 1st. This month's list is brought to you by @athenasparrow who suggested all these wayyyy back in February. How Does This All Work?

See a prompt you like? Go for it! Use it however you like and then @ us in your creation to be reblogged! The focus of this blog is jily so we ask that your micro be about at least one of the pair. But your fics can be told from any characters POV. Jily can be enemies, friends, lovers, you name it! Canon or AU. It’s all up to you! All we ask is that you try to limit your pieces to 3K words or less. These are just some tiny prompts to hopefully get your brain and creative side firing. For longer inspired fics tag @jilymicro-oops in your post! There’s no specific order or timeframe you have to follow, you can combine prompts if you like or not use them at all! It’s all in the name of fun and fandom!

FAQ | PREVIOUS PROMPTS | AO3 COLLECTION | For a discord invite please DM

For any additional questions our ask and DM is always open!

#jilymicrofics #prompts list #july 2023 prompts #jily fic #jily #jple #james potter #lily evans

[onlygenxhere]

Sleepy-Tired Disease

From @innytoes prompt list

“Come on Wills,” Alex came back into their bedroom for the second time this morning with a large mug of coffee this time hoping the aroma would help rouse him. “We need to get going.”

He watched as Willie not only didn’t get up, but burrowed down deeper in the blankets.

“I’m sick.”

Alex sat down on the edge of the bed placing the mug on the bedside table. “Sick huh.” He ran his hand over the lump that was Willie, “With what?”

“I’ve been diagnosed with sleepy tired disease.”

He giggled at the sincerity in Willie’s muffled voice. “Oh yeah? Who diagnosed you with that?”

Willie shifted and pulled the covers down enough to look at him over the edge. “It was a self-diagnosis.”

Alex shook his head. “Well I don’t think your dad is gonna take that as a viable reason for missing his wedding.”

Willie narrowed his eyes at him. “He might if you tell him. He likes you better.”

“First of all,” Alex leaned over and kissed Willie on the forehead eliciting a smile he could see in the crinkle of his eyes since his mouth was still covered by the blanket. “That’s not true and you know it.”

Willie rolled his eyes and caught sight of the steaming mug of coffee. “Is that for me?”

“Of course,” Alex scoffed and pulled a small bottle of pain killers out of his pocket shaking them. “You can have a couple of these too if you sit up.”

Willie sighed reluctantly and pushed himself up into a sitting position with a groan. “Oh God what was I thinking?”

Alex shook his head as he dropped two pills in Willie’s open hand and then handed him the coffee. “I have no idea. It was your harebrained idea to do the bachelor parties the night before the wedding.”  

“How is dad this morning?” Willie leaned back against the headboard and took another sip of the hot coffee.

Alex scoffed, “Fine. The first text wondering where we were came in at eight.”

Willie glanced at the clock and frowned. It was nine. “Why? The wedding isn’t until two.”

“There’s set up to do and a little travel time to get to the spot on the beach were the ceremony is taking place.” Alex shrugged.

Willie took a closer look at Alex who was showered and dressed, not in the suit he’d wear in the wedding but in a nice pair of jeans and a button down shirt and he frowned. “Why don’t you look at least half as bad as I feel?”

“Because we took Ray to a Lakers game for his bachelor party,” Alex laughed. “He doesn’t drink, remember?

Willie sighed and closed his eyes as he took another sip of the coffee finally starting to feel a little more human. “Why couldn’t I have handled Ray’s party and you Caleb’s?”

“Because Caleb isn’t my dad…” Alex leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips, ��yet.”

Willie couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face as Alex pulled away. “He will be by two o’clock today husband.”

Alex chuckled, “Yes and then we will weirdly be husbands and step-brothers.”

Willie started to giggle and then moaned grabbing his head. “Everything hurts too much to laugh but it’s so funny.”

“Alright,” Alex took the half empty coffee mug out of his hands and sat it back on the bedside table. “Come on light weight. Let’s get you in the shower.”

Willie allowed Alex to pull him from the bed but he wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist and hugged him tight. “Join me?”

“I’m already dressed.”

Willie looked up at him with his best pouting face.

“We don’t have that kind of time.”

Willie kissed him over his heart.

“Wills…”

“Please…”

Alex sighed, “Fine.”

Willie grinned and pulled away striping off what little clothing he was wearing as he walked across the room to the bathroom. “Hurry up Alex we don’t want to be late.”

They were late.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #willex wednesday #happy willex wednesday! #look at me writing something not the wip #this prompt list has been haunting me #i did not realize alex and willie would already be married when i started this #but becoming step-brothers when they're already married seemed way too funny #yes Caleb is marrying Ray #Caleb can drink them all under the table #also alex may be one of Ray's adopted sons

[zazuprompts]

Tip the mod?

Picture ID under the cut:

[ID: A list of prompts in three columns. The background is a desaturated photograph of light blue larkspur flowers. The bottom corners have credits on them. The right corner is the credit for the background, which is to Albina White @ Pexels.com. The left corner is the credit/signature of the blog, Zazu Prompts. The title and prompts are as follows:

July 2023 Prompts List:

Sail

Close

Guard

Haste

Dozen

Force

Pay

Green

Worry

Uproar

Dance

Dark

See

Case

Good

Bay

Sticky

Heal

Night

Stay

City

Suggest

Mood

Champion

Ache

Bottom

Chance

Retreat

Alive

Moment

Ship

End ID]

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[sapphicmicrofics]

HP Sapphic Microfics: July Prompts

Prompt 9's full text is: "This isn't what I want." // Prompts are written out at the bottom of the post.

Just like previous months, these prompts can be taken and interpreted every which way you want, including changing the tense or pronouns or order of any dialogue. You do not have to stick with what might be the most straightforward association, and every individual prompt post will include a few suggestions to get you started.

All these prompts can be combined with other events (as long as they also allow you to combine prompts), such as @sapphicmarauding!

You are still allowed to write for any of the previous months' prompts!

The rules for this event can be found here, the previously submitted fics are all here and in this collection on AO3, and if you want to search them by ship you can do so here!

Sapphic Microfics is hosted by @hpsaffics, whose discord server holds a specific channel where these prompts and the incoming fics are excitedly discussed, so if you’re looking for people to talk about these and the rest of June's prompts with, check them out! (The server is 18+, keep that in mind!)

Prompts:

Arrangement

Polyjuice

Hotel

Cats

Bloodshed

Courage

Playground

Body Hair

"Tis isn't what I want."

War

Caught

Swimsuit

Prison

Generation

High Heels

Sacrifice

Lost Voice

The Black Lake

Tears

Lecture

Worship

Flushed

Sunshine

Run

Liquid Luck

Excitement

Infidelity

Binder

Fire and Ice

Magic

Dancing

#harry potter #femslash #hp microfic #hp femslash #hp wlw #microfic prompts #hp events #hp fests #monthly prompt list #monthly challenge #hp prompts #writing prompts #july prompts

[legolasghosty]

“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.” and “Believe me, I will never be tired of you.” for boggie!!

Hehehehe yes let's do it!

Bobby took one look at the giant rollercoaster and shook his head. "Absolutely not," he told his boyfriend.

"But the bucket list," Reggie protested, swinging their joined hands between them. "This is the only one here where it takes photos of you on it."

"Babe, I love you, but I'm not getting on that death trap," Bobby insisted. "We can do a selfie on one of the smaller ones or something."

"That's not the same thing," Reggie pouted. He stepped in front of Bobby and grabbed his other hand so Bobby had to look right at him. "Please? For me?" Reggie asked, his eyes going wide and pleading.

Bobby shut his own eyes quickly, "Nope, no way, the puppy eyes aren't going to work this time," he tried. He made no attempt to pull away from Reggie either though.

He felt one of Reggie's hands move up to cup his jaw. Bobby leaned into the warm, gentle touch. When Reggie spoke, his voice was softer and closer.

"Please, baby? It's for the wedding slideshow."

Curse this beautiful man and his tricks. Curse the warm silver ring on Reggie's left hand brushing against his cheek. Curse Bobby himself for falling in love with him.

"Only if we get slushies after," Bobby mumbled.

Reggie squealed happily and Bobby cracked his eyes open just enough to grab him by the waist and pull him into a kiss. Reggie giggled against his mouth and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. Bobby reveled in the vanilla on Reggie's breath from his insanely sweet coffee and the easy weight of his arms on his shoulders. He pulled him closer so their chests were pressed together, taking advantage of the couple of inches he had on Reggie to get a better angle.

After a minute, Reggie leaned back just enough to part their mouths. "You know you still have to go on the roller coaster with me, right?" he chuckled.

Bobby groaned. "If I'm gonna die, I'd like to at least kiss my fiance first."

Reggie blushed at the term and Bobby smirked. Two could play that game.

He leaned in to leave one last peck on Reggie's lips, then sighed. "Let's get this over with."

"It'll be fine," Reggie assured him, leading him by the hand toward the line. "It's both safe and in the name of our teenage selves who never went on proper dates."

"Why must I suffer because neither of our parents bothered to teach us how to drive?" Bobby complained. He wasn't too upset about it though, and Reggie knew it.

"Well we need something to point at to remind our kids that we used to be fun ten years from now," Reggie teased.

"Excuse me, I will still be so much fun in ten years," Bobby retorted. "Our kids will never question if I'm cool."

"Well I need some proof that I used to be fun then," Reggie laughed.

"Beyond being a rockstar?" Bobby questioned as the bored attendant pointed them toward a car.

"Hmmm, good point," Reggie mused. Then he pulled Bobby into the little cart and pecked him on the mouth. "Doesn't matter, we have a bunch of cute dates to catch up on before we get married."

"If we die on this thing, I'm telling God or whoever that it was your idea," Bobby said.

"Deal," Reggie answered. He grabbed Bobby's hand as the safety bar lowered over their laps.

---

Bobby stumbled a bit as he exited the platform, Reggie bouncing ahead to get the pictures. He was never doing that again. He was 97% sure he'd left his stomach somewhere around the first drop, and the ability to breathe on the third.

"Check these out," Reggie exclaimed, popping up beside him with some photos in hand.

Bobby glanced at the first one and winced. It was a bit blurry and neither of them was wearing an expression that looked entirely human. "These look awful, you realize that, right?" he checked.

"Yup," Reggie agreed, wrapping his free arm around Bobby's waist. "That's the point, right? To do all the stupid, ugly, insane teenager boyfriend things we never got to do?"

"Guess so," Bobby agreed with a smile.

His stomach hadn't returned yet, but the cavity it usually inhabited was filling with butterflies anyway. He brushed his fingertips along Reggie's jaw as they kissed softly.

"Let's maybe do a less terrifying one next week though," Bobby chuckled when they separated.

"Sounds good to me," Reggie responded. "We have all the time in the world to do stupid teenager stuff."

"Wow, you say that like we're gonna be together for a really long time," Bobby mused with a smirk. "You sure you aren't going to get tired of me a few years down the road?"

"Believe me, I will never be tired of you," Reggie murmured, leaning in to connect their mouths again.

After they got their slushies, they headed home. Kissing was a lot more comfortable in their living room than in the middle of a random amusement park walkway.

(Prompts from this list!)

#legolas tag #legolas filled prompt #reggie peters #bobby shaw #boggie #I love them your honor #yeah so Reggie may or may not have found this long list of classic date ideas #and they decided shortly after they got engaged that they wanted to hit as many of them as they could before the wedding #so that they could have all the fun photos for their wedding slideshow #edited by Ray of course #Shelly if you thought you were gonna get angst #you were wrong :D #fluff and fluff only here! #jatp fanfic #julie and the phantoms #jatp

[prongsfoot-microfic]

List of Prompt Words for July 2023 Microfics

March 2023 prompts, April 2023 prompts, May 2023 prompts, June 2023 prompts

Prongsfoot Microfics is a no-pressure, zero-commitment, daily challenge for short drabbles and ficlets featuring James and Sirius. Choose a word that inspires you, write a micro-fic about it, and tag us in it.

We are excited to see your works for this month!

See the FAQ for more info or shoot us an ask

#July 2023 #prongsfoot micrfofic #prongsfoot microart #Prongsfoot prompt list #bambibelle #prongsfoot #Sirius Black x James Potter #James Potter x Sirius Black

[thathopelessromantic]

i need to be able to project my thoughts onto a word document so i can write and cross stitch at the same time

#science get on this #rita rambles #ugh #writing #i have a cs project i want to start this weekend but i also have a bunch of ideas i want to work on #i need to finish the 2nd chapter of my tddk bb fic (or continue either of the previous 2 🤦‍♀️) #i need to work on the next chapter of my steddie fic #i just started a stobin/robin fic im really excited abt but have no direction for currently #i have renewed interest/inspiration for my gay vampire romances original stories #and a july kink prompt list i was gonna write some drabbles for #im booked #wtf #my mom is taking my car tomorrow bc her brakes are bad so i cant leave the house so that should make me productive in SOME way #but u would be surprised #how easily i can get sidetracked from literally any of these ideas or my crafts 😪

[q-gorgeous]

Its almost time for Ectober again and I’ve decided to do my own calendar this year! I really wanted to make a calendar with some new and refreshing spooky prompts. The last week will also overlap with Ectober Week!

Tag your submissions as #ectober2022!

Prompts below the cut:

1. Witch

2. Curse

3. Treat

4. Brain

5. Organ

6. Harvest

7. Full Moon

8. Bite

9. Spooky

10. Bat

11. Rot

12. Grave

13. Alive

14. Twilight

15. Blood

16. Smoke

17. Goosebumps

18. Puppet

19. Wail

20. Haunted

21. Trick

22. Death

23. Breeze

24. Grief

#gorgi #ectober2022 #danny phantom #phandom #i know ectoberhaunt is a thing #but ive had this list made since like at least july #i think its been longer than that though #ive been really burnt out #and alot of the phandom prompts have been too repetitive for me #so i picked some that i thought were interesting #and even if no one joins in im gonna have a blast #drawing and writing for my spooky prompts #this can be a personal challenge to myself bdbdbd

[love-fireflysong]

2. We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other

(gotta tag both @torahime​ and @nick-furcillo​ in this one now. kenize because I’m a complete moron who originally posted this like a week early and deleting the og post meant I had to make another one, and tora because she too hilariously enough ALSO requested this exact premise lol)

Nick had never so badly wanted to die in his whole entire life than right now.

Which, all things considered, he really should have expected considering that this whole shebang was really Jacob's idea in the first place. That wasn't to say that all the other counselors certainly hadn't made their own contributions in making this party what it was though, Nick included.

Emma had been the one to suggest making the party eighties themed in the first place and opening the drama cabin's costumes up to the camp so everyone could dress up. Dylan who made the playlist that everyone could dance to out of all the music records found. Abi who was in charge of decorating the lodge to give it a sufficient eighties inspired look and fun for the kids. Nick himself the one who recommended having supper that night be a 'make your pizza' party complete with too many soft drinks and bags upon bags of potato chips. Kaitlyn who organized the shooting stars tournament that would determine which cabin of kids would be making (and thus eating) their pizza’s first and getting first crack at all the ‘good’ ingredients.

And Ryan? Well he had had the most important job and contribution of all: convincing Chris Hackett that they were allowed to even throw the eighties themed dance party in the first place on such short notice. Especially with camp ending in just another short couple of days.

Though at this point, Nick was starting to wish that Ryan had failed, or that Jacob had never been punished with tidying the lodge attic that had resulted in him finding the music records that started this whole thing in the first place.

Which was a shame, because the night had been going so fucking smoothly too! There had been almost no arguments over the pizza toppings, and only one kid had burst into tears when they had dropped their pizza and it fell face down onto the floor. And sure, Nick had nearly sweated to death in the kitchen with the oven cranked as high as it could, but that happened nearly every night he made supper so really that wasn’t a big issue. Plus, he hadn’t changed into his own costume until afterwards, he probably would have actually died otherwise wearing the nearly all-white khaki ensemble with the heavy jacket (and that wasn’t even mentioning all the stains he would have ended up with too).

He had even been able to join in on the dancing himself once Kaylee and Caleb had both switched with him and taken over making sure that the punch and snacks bowls stayed filled and clean cups always at the ready. And, best of all, the last couple of those dances had been with Abi. Abi, the girl he’d had such an embarrassingly large crush on all summer, but had been, as Jacob so loved to eloquently put it: ‘too much of a chickenshit to do anything about it’.

And seeing as the last day of camp was pretty much tomorrow, Nick wasn’t exactly jumping at the bit to let her know about any of that. Not when the chances of them ever seeing each other ever again after they all split ways was pretty much nil, and he didn’t even have her number or socials or anything to keep in contact afterwards.

(Okay, fine. Yes, he still had her email address that had been listed on the orientation packet. Yes, he had maybe stared it at long and often enough that he had memorized it ages ago. No, he was absolutely not gonna be messaging her through it, are you insane Kaitlyn?! Doing that would just make him look like some sort of desperate creep oh my fucking god!)

So Nick was more than content to just share a couple of quick dances with Abi. Keeping a friendly and respectful distance between each other as they danced to whatever band Mr. H had apparently listened to in his youth. Occasionally laughing with her when the both spotted one of their campers doing some absolutely ridiculous dance move that apparently both were now too old to recognize as being the new, cool thing if one had to judge from the excited shrieks that would always arise from nearby kids every time one was pulled off.

It was nice. It was good. And if this was the last chance that Nick would ever get to spend some time with his summer crush, then he would enjoy every last second of it.

As the last couple of notes of Danger Zone had begun to wind down, Nick knew he should probably have excused himself and gotten back to the kitchen so he could relieve Caleb and Kaylee a song or two back now, and that he should definitely do so now. That was the responsible thing to do after all, but the problem was that he also wanted to stay and continue dancing with Abi a whole lot more. Not that he had time to make either choice when the music faded not into another of the hard rock songs that Dylan had been playing all night, but into a song much, much softer.

A song that sounded suspiciously like one someone would have to slow dance too.

Whatever shock was on his face though was clearly reflected almost identically onto Abi’s as well. Staring up at him with the same wide-eyes and almost gaping mouth, bodies frozen in place awkwardly as all the campers continued to dance around them, not caring or even noticing what the change in music meant as they grabbed nearby friends to dance with.

Slowly, Nick turned to look over his shoulder to where Dylan was standing with the music equipment, demanding to know exactly what the actual fuck he thought he was doing. Only to be met with a wide, beaming smile of encouragement. Encouragement only matched by the double thumbs up he sent Nick’s way.

Forget dying, he was going to kill that Patrick Star looking ass motherfucker if it was the last thing he did. And considering he felt like he was going to die from the mortifying embarrassment of staring at Abi awkwardly as literally everybody else in the room continued to dance, it probably would be.

And yet, despite the fact that this was literally the perfect time to excuse himself and get back into the kitchen where he could wither away and die in peace, he found that he wanted to leave the dance floor even less now.

“We...we can keep dancing if you want. I’m okay with it if you are...”

Nick could only blink down at Abi in shock. There was absolutely no way he had heard her right, no way at all. There was no way that she was fine still dancing with him, that she wanted to keep dancing with him. Not when the extremely romantic Listen to Your Heart was currently playing very loudly and clearly throughout the lodge.

If Dylan had thought he was being subtle with the message of the song, then he clearly had another thing coming. Cause his definition of subtlety was far, far closer to hitting someone up the side of the head with a brick.

“...You sure?”

“Yeah, totally,” Abi nodded, even as she kept her eyes firmly planted on her feet. “I mean, it’s just like any old song, right?”

“R-right. Yeah. Totally.”

Even with that agreement, neither still made the first move to actually reach out and put their hands on each other. Instead partaking in their own little awkward dance of trying to figure out where exactly the safest place to put said hands would be, squeakily apologizing every time their arms managed to collide into each other and pulling back before trying again. It took them both until about midway through the first chorus to actually get settled and into a somewhat appropriate position with her hands on the top of his shoulders and his resting lightly on her waist.

Nick’s honestly not sure what part is the most painfully awkward to look at: the fact that the full foot in height difference means that Abi’s almost straining to try and reach him even though he’s hunched down slightly to make it easier, or the even more obvious fact that Mr. H would have been thrilled with how much distance they were keeping between themselves as they held their arms stiffly out. Forget ‘room for Jesus’, Nick was pretty confident that Jacob could have easily fit in between them!

And, surprisingly, it was easy to ignore the soft weight (and warmth) of Abi’s hands up on his shoulders as they awkwardly swayed side to side. Though the main reason it was easy to ignore was due to the pure fact that she had cut the bottom off of one of her band t-shirts for tonight, meaning that Nick was trying extremely hard to forget the fact that he had his own (likely super sweaty) hands on the extremely bare skin of her waist.

“So,” Nick starts off, wincing and hoping that Abi didn’t notice the sharp crack in his voice as he did so, “the decorations look nice?”

He’s currently in the middle of kicking himself for the very unintended way his voice had decided to catch at the end, turning what was supposed to be a statement into a question, when Abi nervously laughs. “Thanks, but it was mostly the kids that made everything, I just showed them examples that I had already made to give them ideas.”

“Well they clearly must have had a pretty great teacher then, cause they did an amazing job.”

Nick can’t help but catch Abi’s face starting to go pink even under the dim lights, and as always he’s pleased with himself that he was even able to make her blush in the first place. He’s ready to continue in the same vein as those compliments—willing and able to say whatever it takes if it makes her continue to keep blushing pretty pink like that—when someone (ie: Emma) bumps into Abi from behind and sends her crashing into him.

“Whoops! Sorry about that Abi!” Emma calls over her shoulder (not sounding very sorry about it at all in Nick’s opinion) before she leads Jacob back to vanish into the crowd...or at least, she would have vanished if it wasn’t for the fact that the crowd pretty much consisted of nothing but kids that were still shorter than Abi and Kaitlyn.So instead Nick got to watch her head straight back towards where Kaitlyn and Ryan are also sharing a slow dance of their own. Ryan somehow looking more awkward than Nick felt and like he would rather be anywhere else but here as Kaitlyn does her best to keep a light mood with a forced smile on her face... all while Dylan watches them both with a not very well hidden sulk.

Nick would be feeling bad for Dylan honestly if it wasn’t his own fault that he was in this mess in the first place. That, and it’s hard to feel bad for him when all Nick can pay attention to is the fact that Abi’s all but pressed right up against him right now, her arms now nearly wrapped all the way around his neck to try and catch herself and his own hands having tightened their grip around her waist to try and steady her. Slowly, she turns her face up to look at him and the colour had changed from the light dusting of pink across her cheeks to a dark magenta that almost matched the coloured tips of her hair.

A shade that Nick was very sure matched the one on his face almost exactly.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaks out, hazel eyes wide as she tries to regain her footing. “I didn’t mean to!”

“I-It’s fine,” he stammers out, trying so very fucking hard to ignore the way that he can literally feel her pulse fluttering nervously beneath his palms. “It wasn’t even your fault to begin with. Really, it was just Emma being Emma if anything.”

“Yup!” Even as she nervously laughs it out though, he can’t help but notice how shrill and high pitched her voice is. “Just...just Emma being Emma!”

It only takes another couple of seconds to sort themselves out, but Nick doesn’t let go of her just yet. Doesn’t want to let go of her honestly. Now that they’ve started that dance, even as awkward and stiff as it was, he doesn’t want to stop until the song ends. So instead he swallows and works up the courage to say as much. “Listen, just because Emma was being—well, Emma, I guess—that doesn’t mean we should let her ruin our good time. I—” he takes a breath and readies himself for whatever may happen next “—I’d like to finish this dance if it’s alright with you.”

Abi doesn’t say anything. Staring up into his face with a contemplative furrow of the brows that he recognizes oh so easily as the same one that he sees on her face whenever she’s deep in sketching. He doesn’t know what it is that she finds, but whatever it is it clearly causes a shy smile to break out across her face. A smile wide enough that he can see her dimples starting to deepen at the corners of her mouth, and his breath can’t help but catch at the sight. “Yeah, I’d like that too. I’d like that a lot actually.”

This time when they both start the side-to-side sway from earlier, it looks far less stiff and stilted than before. Abi never bothered to remove her arms from where they had wrapped themselves around his neck and Nick was more than alright with that, hunching his shoulders down just enough so that she doesn’t have to reach very far like before but even that looks less awkward and more natural due to the fact that it means that his forehead is bent over hers. Nick’s hands are still on her waist as well, just holding her and enjoying her warmth beneath his palms, but even those are starting a southern drift until they rest almost naturally on the swell of her hips. Feeling not her soft skin anymore but the rounded studs of metal on her belts, and yet it’s somehow more intimate. They still make sure to keep some distance between them of course, but it's less Jacob-sized now and more like camper-sized, and even then only Daisy likely would be able to fit comfortably as the smallest of them all.

The silence isn’t suffocating anymore either—listening as Marie Fredriksson sings about voices wanting to be heard and the scent of magic—just enjoying the moment more than anything, but then Abi starts to chuckle lightly under her breath. He can’t quite help (and doesn’t want to, honestly) the wry smile that forms at the sound.

“Oh no,” he sighs dramatically, “what is it?”

“It’s nothing. Just surprised is all that you managed to go through this whole night in that outfit without a single pizza sauce stain on it. Was so sure that you’d leave the kitchen looking like you’d been attacked by a pizza monster or something.”

He snorts. “And that’s why I obviously never wore it in the kitchen, you dummy. Nah, I just made sure to shove it away somewhere safe and then changed into this when the pizza and dishes were all done. Was sort of the reason why it took me so long to join the rest of you guys: kitchen duty never rests and all that.”

“Well, I for one think it was worth it. Don’t know what you put in that sauce but that was definitely the best pizza I’ve ever had.”

Nick pretends to groan as though in physical pain at her statement. “If you think that was what a pizza should be like, then I am so sorry for your taste buds. You savage Americans have no idea what a true pizza should taste like.”

Abi looks up at him as though offended, but the twinkle in her eyes is clearly saying otherwise. “Oh, I’m sorry, and you Australians do? At least we don’t put actual eggs on our pizza.”

“Of course not,” he scoffs, thickening his accent just for the hell of it (but mostly because he knows that it will make her laugh), “and that’s because you guys are once again American savages who’ll gladly put something absolutely terrifying like deep fried butter on your pizza instead.”

Just like he had expected, Abi’s caught somewhere in between laughing and pretending to gag at his joke, and the pleasant flips that start in his stomach only spur him on to continue. “But I was talking about Italian pizza actually. Not even we Australians know how to make good pizza either, unfortunately, only Italians can manage that one.”

That alone is worth it if only for Abi’s sudden snort of laughter. “Oh god, that’s right. Totally forgot that you were part pompous, stuck up Italian, and that you came with all the high class opinions on what real food is because of it.”

He gives a mock, disdainful sniff. “Excuse me, but you should be thanking me and my ‘high class, stuck up and pompous’ opinions right now. You should have seen what kind of food Mr. H was keeping stocked in the camp kitchen before I got here. You’d have been stuck eating slop all summer if it wasn’t for me.”

Abi laughs again, and right on time too. Nick can feel his heart doing its usual gymnastic routine in his chest at the bright, ringing sound of her laughter. The laughter that he so rarely gets the chance to be the cause of, so just the fact that he knows for certain that she’s laughing with him (and not at him like he usually fears) means that the kaleidoscope of butterflies that had taken residence in his stomach at the beginning of summer are absolutely fluttering like crazy as well.

He’s so busy centering on the ever pleasant sensations that always seem to fill him when spending time with his crush, that it takes him a moment to realize that Abi had asked him another question. Only noticing after realizing that she had been calling his name for the last few seconds.

“Shit, sorry. What was that?”

Abi sighed, but it wasn’t without a great amount of amusement. “I was just wondering if you were able to speak any Italian as well?”

Nick shrugs. “Well sure. I mean there’s cappuccino, lasagna, spaghetti, pizza, piazza—ow!”

Abi laughed after having stepped on Nick’s foot on purpose—not hard enough to hurt of course, but just firm enough to make him stop. “I’m being serious right now, you dork!”

“All right, all right already. Sheesh, should report you to Mr. H for physical abuse of your fellow coworkers.” The grin on Nick’s face never fades even as he actually answers her question seriously this time. “But yeah, I can say a few phrases and words I guess. Stuff like hello, goodbye, thanks, ‘where's the bathroom?’, ‘go fuck yourself’. You know, simple and basic everyday stuff like that.”

Abi rolled her eyes but it’s clear even to him that she couldn’t help the grin that formed either. “God, should have known that you of all people would have absolutely memorized all the ways you could swear at someone in another language before moving onto hello of all things.”

“Be a pretty terrible Australian if I couldn’t do that now, could I?”

“Wait, doesn’t this mean that you could have just sworn in Italian the whole summer instead? You had a chance to actually keep swearing all summer unlike the rest of us monolingual idiots, but instead you wasted it!”

Nick snorts so hard that it actually sort of hurts a little. “Oh yeah, cause that’s not obvious at all what I’m really doing. And when all the kids start spouting off actual Italian curses every five seconds just to show off, Mr. H totally won’t figure out which one of us started it. The fact that one of the counselors has an actual Italian last name with the known Australian stereotype for swearing to boot, and not to mention has been heard saying random Italian words repeatedly is just a total coincidence.”

“Hmm. Well, maybe one day when you show me what a so-called ‘actual’ pizza should taste like, you can teach me some of those curses for the full immersive experience.”

The song’s finally starting to wind down now, but Nick’s not paying any attention at all to that. Not when he’s experiencing that rare moment of time again, the one where he swears to god that she might actually like him in the same way that he likes her. That maybe—just maybe—she’s been nursing a little crush on him of her very own. Because she just now pretty much came out and said that she would have had no objections to going out and spending some one-on-one time with him. And normally, this would have been a thought he could easily brush off as just seeing what he wanted to see, but not now. Not when camp is ending in just a couple of short days and there’s no time for them to meet up for a pizza and language lesson before they’re separating to different parts of the country again.

And Abi hadn’t said if he’d show her, she’d said when. As though it was a foregone conclusion to her that of course they’d be meeting up again in the future just for a pizza of all things.

Maybe, just letting her know that he likes her even this close to the end of summer wouldn’t be the worst choice in the world.

The song hasn’t stopped yet, still going through its last couple of repetitions of the title, but Nick has. Stopping the dance well beforehand so Abi can look up at him in confusion just as he looks down at her in trepidation.

“Hey,” he starts off nervously, trying very, very hard not to pay attention to how pretty she looks in her outfit under the atmospheric lighting right now, “can...can I talk to you outside?” If he’s going to actually do this, then he wants it to be at least somewhat private, and right now the wrap around deck outside is the best place even if they’d both be able to still easily hear the music playing inside. He’s not expecting anything crazy or inappropriate to happen, but he wants it to be a moment just for them.

Even if it turns out that Nick got this all horribly wrong and she’s just going to shoot him down in the end.

Abi’s eyes widen in her face and he’s really hoping that it’s a mixture of hope and excitement that he can see shining in her eyes and not anything else. “Oh! Um, yeah—”

“Alright Hacketteers! That’s the last song and I think it’s time for you all to get your butts to bed for the night!”

Immediately, all the lights are turned on and Nick is nearly blinded by how bright the lodge is as a loud chorus of groans and whines erupt from the campers. All aimed completely at Chris Hackett who’s standing just outside his office by the light switch.

“Come on Mr. H!”

“Just one more dance Mr. H, please!”

“But we’re not tired yet!”

Chris shakes his head. “No can do, already let you kiddo’s stay up later than I agreed to, and we all got a big day of cleaning ahead of us tomorrow before I send you all back home to your parents.” He turns his head to look at Ryan who had probably all but gladly extradited himself from his dance with Kaitlyn the second that Chris had turned on the lights. “Ry-guy, while I supervise the clean up here I can trust you and Kaitlyn to lead all these wayward souls back to their bunks for the night, right?”

“Yeah, of course Mr. H. You got it.”

Nick looks back down at Abi from where they had frozen in shock, still with their arms around each other in the dance from only seconds before. Hoping to take advantage of the confusion while Ryan tries to herd all of the still grumbling and complaining campers out the door and back to the cabins, he’s crossing his fingers that he’ll be able to sneak outside with Abi without anyone noticing. That no one will notice that they’re missing while they spend a couple of minutes having what Nick is beginning to think was a sorely needed conversation and confession before joining the others again.

He doesn’t even get far enough to take a step backwards, much less towards the door that leads outside.

“Abi, I’ll need you, Emma, and Jacob to start taking down the decorations and then mopping the floors. Nick—” Chris frowns in disapproval “Weren’t you supposed to switch back out with Caleb a while ago?”

Already feeling the ever familiar sensation of shame, Nick can feel whatever courage he had had already slipping out between his fingers as not only all eyes in the room turn to him, but Abi has already vanished from his arms to grab for the garbage bags. Her face is as red as he’s ever seen it. “Uh, sorry sir,” he apologies nervously as he awkwardly makes his way back to the kitchen with his hands shoved tightly in his pockets, “must have lost track of the time I think.”

Except as he walks into the kitchen with his mood somewhere near rock bottom now, he’s pretty sure he lost more than just the time. He’s getting the sinking feeling that he also just lost his very last chance of maybe becoming something more with Abi.

#asks #nick-furcillo #my writing #the quarry #nick furcillo #nick #nick/abi #furblyg #whoop whoop time to get my first actual quarry fic into the wild lol #also i need to be completely honest #but the when i was reading over all the prompts for this list before sharing them all those weeks back #the second i read this prompt the idea came to me fully fleshed out instantly #i just didnt think i would get it asked though for the very simple reason #that only kenzie really knows that ive been working on a different nick/abi piece since like july #so i laughed my fucking ass off when not one but TWO different people requested it anyways sjdhsdjhfjkhsdf #thank you both for being able to read my mind apparently ❤ #also i think its very important to point out that i wrote nearly the entirety of this fic #while eating a chicago deep dish hawaiian pizza like the canadian heathen i am lol #i like thick crust and pineapple on my pizza okay? #and if that makes me wrong i don't want to be right 😔 #also also i owe roxette my life for gifting me this near perfect song to use for these two morons slow dancing #every song on this album was a complete banger imo #so realizing that this song actually fit the very exact 80s only songs i was going for was a godsend

[innytoes]

Sleepy-time prompts

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

Spending the night for the first time

“Come back to bed.”

Stealing their shirt to sleep in

“Get your icicle feet off my calves, you frost gremlin.”

Falling asleep with your head in their lap

“It was just a bad dream.”

Someone talking in their sleep

“Why the fuck is your alarm set for five in the morning?”

Dragging them off to bed because they haven’t slept properly in days.

“Can I sleep here with you?”

Falling asleep on the couch together

“You’re so cute when you snore.”

There was Only One Bed

“I can’t get out of bed, I’ve been diagnosed with sleepytired disease.”

Someone is hogging all the blankets

“You still sleep with a stuffed animal?”

Waking up with morning wood poking you in the back

“It is way past your bedtime.”

Discovering your crush sleeps naked

“Can you stay? Just until I fall asleep?”

Waking up in the middle of the night to their cat sitting on your chest staring at you

“I had the weirdest dream.”

Unable to sleep due to Thoughts™

“I need a hot water bottle, a cozy blanket, and a nap.”

Blanket burrito time

“I am awake but at what cost.”

Falling asleep in class/at work

“Tell me a story?”

Tucking someone in

“Go the fuck to sleep.”

#prompts #writing prompts #fanfic prompts #feel free to use #Ask Me #julie and the phantoms #I've been saving this prompt list for when I was feeling sad and wanted to write cute things #which I guess is today #because of who I am as a person I probably won't do each and every one so feel free to prompt more than one #sleepy prompts #gonna force some goddamn dopamine into this day if it kills me

[interestinglittlerelationship]

Fluffy Dialogue Prompts #10

“Text me when you’re safe at home.” for Reggie & Ray (alive modern AU setting)

Reggie lingers in the kitchen long after dinner is over and the dishes have been washed and put away.

He doesn’t want to go home. He may as well admit it. At least in the privacy of his own head. He really doesn’t want to go home.

And he’s pretty sure Julie knows how bad things have gotten lately, because she keeps causally mentioning the empty guest bedroom upstairs.

He thinks even Ray can see through his endless questions about cameras and lenses and lighting, because it’s nearing 10 o’clock and they both are barely containing their yawns, but he doesn’t tell Reggie to leave.

“I should probably head home,” Reggie whispers reluctantly. But what he means is, “I wish this was my home,” and “I’m scared,” and “If I told you the truth would you let me stay?”

And Ray say, “Text me when you’re safe at home.” Even if what he wants to say is, “Don’t go back there,” and, “Please stay,” and, “I’ve always wanted another son.”

But he doesn’t.

So Reggie leaves. And when Ray’s phone chimes fifteen minutes later with a cheery “Home 🙃” it does nothing to ease Ray’s mind.

Because Ray is pretty sure Reggie’s home isn’t safe. But until he has proof, until Reggie is ready to talk to him, he doesn’t know what to do about it.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #prompt list #send me asks #i write things #reggie peters #best dad ray molina #in which reggie really needs a hug #and a better family #and ray is trying his best #wow i’m sorry i don’t know what happened #because this is not fluff