Prompts are here!
Day 1- Fashionstuck
You know the drill! Draw/write about/make any media of Rose and Kanaya dressing cool and fancy!
Day 2- Soulmate AU
Red string of fate? Birthmarks? Whatever soulmate AU sounds right for the girls. Can be humanstuck or not!
Day 3- Date Night
What are they doing on a date? Anything you want!
Day 4- Memes
Rosemary isn't just a pristine goth couple! What stupid stuff so they get up to?
Day 5- Parentstuck/Grubmoms
This day is all about fankids, them taking care of nieces and nephews, them with the mother grub, all that sweet mama stuff.
Day 6- Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlour AU
Or any dumb Romeo and Juliet trope where they fall in love, despite their career choices.
Day 7- (Species/Blood/Kid) Swap
Troll Rose? Violetblood Kanaya? Rose Strider and Kanaya Egbert? Whatever swap your heart desires.
Day 8- YouTuber AU/Area 51
The epic dichotomy of "My Wife Has A Sword (Part 4/13)" and "I break my alien moth wife out of a government containment facility and kiss her lots."
Day 9- Comfort/Cuddles
Just let those wives cuddle and comfort each other.
Day 10- Snapchat
Can be based off the official snaps or not!
Day 11- Clothesswap
They have by far the coolest outfits in Homestuck. Why not switch them up?
Day 12- Skaia
The girls in (on?) Skaia doing Skaia things!
Day 13- Gamers
The wives playing games! Epic lesbian moment!
Day 14- Water (As a metaphor for being gay)
Sometimes swimming... Is gay.
Day 15- Meteorstuck
When two goth girls hang out on a big rock for three years they're bound to fall in love.
Day 16- Derse/Prospit
Dreamer outfits? Another Romeo and Juliet type AU? Anything you want!
Day 17- Polyamorous ships
What's better than two goth girls? Three! Note: We will not reblog or support anything involving any incest or f/f/m ships. Multiple ladies only please!
Day 18- Witch
How witchy can y'all get?
Day 19- Cheesy Vampire Novels
Twilight AU? Beautiful witch stumbles upon a vampire's castle? Be as contrived and romantic as possible.
Day 20- Royalty/Godhood
Princesses or goddesses?
Day 21- Stars
Anything to do with space or stars! Maybe even another interpretation of stars?
Day 22- Double Date
They're on a date with who?
Day 23- Proposal
How did the proposal go?
Day 24- Bachelorette Party/Party
The few days before the wedding or just a regular party!
Day 25-Wedding/Wedding Anniversary
Either celebrating the first wedding or celebrating the 69th! It never gets old.
Day 26- Vintage/Historical Lesbians
1800's lesbians? 70's lesbians? No matter the time period, they're in love.
Day 27- Dancing
How well do they dance, anyway? Show off some awful moves.
Day 28- Moths and Cats
Their sort-of-symbolic animals! Maybe just draw some fursonas and get on with it.
Day 29- Earth C
After the game, what do they do?
Day 30- Pride
June is long over but pride never dies!
Day 31- Halloween
Dressup? Scary movies? Tricksters? Whatever suits your fancy! And congrats on doing Rosemary Month!
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passionfruit | jjk
→ synopsis ; if you knew the ending of the story, would you stick around to watch it play through, or would you run and avoid fate?
→ genre ; angst, some fluff
→ word count ; 1810
→ warnings ; major character death ;)
→ a/n ; u know what sometimes i be in a mood and i apologize for like ??? nothing at all thank u for ur time :) // this is loosely based off of the inu music video and the hyyh storyline (masterlist in bio or whatever !!!)
June 11th, 1:36 am, a late, humid night.
Fate was woven oh so delicately, any faults in the string created by greedy hands who didn't understand the concept. It was sickeningly humid, yet Y/n was never good with hints, peeling of the thin hoodie she wore in favor of the cool breeze that occasionally picked up.
One step, two.
She stopped at a crosswalk, clicking the button lazily. Acutely aware of the man exiting the alleyway, stumbling as if he were drunk, Y/n watched the street, a car speeding way to fast to register the two of them on the sidewalk.
And he stepped out into the street.
Curses flew from Y/n’s lips, as she ran, already drenched from the sticky air. Her hands reached out, and she tugged him back harshly, sending them both sprawling on the cement as the car sped by.
One beat off and Y/n would’ve seen someone die before her eyes.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Her voice was hoarse with worry, as she sat up, examining the man before her. He was beat up pretty badly, lip cut and bloody, and he winced as Y/n helped him sit up. “Dude, you could've fucking died, I-”
“-Why’d you save me?” He asked, voice small. Y/n faltered, sitting back on her heels, stomach churning.
“Why wouldn't I?” She breathed, and silence ensued. His eyes were wide, doe-like, brown hair messy beneath his black hoodie. Underneath the black and blues, his skin was a warm tan, adorned with birthmarks and scars that carried several stories. “Do you have someplace to go?” Y/n asked.
“I was supposed to-” He stopped himself, before shaking his head. “No. He's mad at me, I know it.” He muttered, and Y/n rose to her feet, wiping her hands on her jeans. He looked up at her, a curious glint in his eyes.
“We have to get you to a hospital-”
“No!” He shouted, startling both himself and Y/n. “No- no hospitals. I can’t-”
“Fine, then let me help you.” Y/n held out her hand, and he was hesitant to take it. “Trust me, I’m not a murderer, you could probably body me ten times over before I even get the chance to kill you.” She chuckled, and that seemed to sway his trust, as he took her hand. “My place isn't too far from here.” She hummed in the silence of the night. He nodded, towering over her as she led him across the street, safely this time.
“I’m Y/n.” She spoke after a beat of silence.
June 25th, 11:26 pm, a windy, chilly night.
The silence was common, yet it wasn't awkward. Disturbed by little winces and whispered apologies, Y/n cleaned all his wounds, wrapping the larger ones, and placing aloe on the smaller ones. He flinched at her touch, and she shot him an apologetic smile, stepping back slightly. “There, you’ll heal.” Y/n hummed.
Shy, Jungkook pulled his shirt over his head again, tugging on the hoodie to follow suit. It was sticky, but he wanted to cover up as much damage as possible. “Thank you.” He muttered, head ducked as he played with his fingers. Y/n so desperately wanted to ask what happened for all of this to happen, but she knew discomfort like the back of her hand.
She wouldn't pry if he won't tell her.
“Do you want something to eat? Or like a change of clothes? My ex boyfriend left clothes here I’m sure you’d fit in them-” Y/n felt awkward, she's never really done this before, and she saw the quick flush in his cheeks.
“Uh, yeah- yeah sure.” Jungkook nodded, and she smiled sheepishly, leaving the room and grabbing him something comfortable. Y/n hasn't had company in a while, and housing a stranger who has a death wish high over his head isn't really ideal.
When has Y/n ever adhered to the definition of ideal?
“Right for hot water, left for cold-” She handed him the extra clothes. “I should be done with the food by the time you come out.” Y/n smiles warmly, patting his shoulder before she left the bathroom.
Shutting the door, a sigh escaped her lips as she dragged her hands down her face. She could tell she was getting herself into trouble. Y/n felt it in her gut. Yet she ignored it, taking her time as she walked into the kitchen.
July 1st, 9:38 am, a breezy, warm morning.
Daylight poured through the windows of the balcony, a cool breeze following in its wake. Y/n cradled a cup of tea in her hands, attempting to calm her nerves as she watched the stranger sleep soundly.
Jungkook’s lips were parted, cheek squished against his hand as he slept curled up on her couch. Draped over him was a thin blanket, one that could barely cover his tall frame, yet he fit beneath it. His hair was messy, dark circles evident beneath his eyes.
He was a heavy sleeper, Y/n knew that about him.
Breakfast was soon ready, and Y/n sighed, placing his plate on the coffee table before him. “Hey-” She hummed, shaking his shoulder gently, careful not to disturb any of his injuries. “-Kook, breakfast is ready.” She mumbled, brushing his hair out of his face.
He stirred, a soft smile on his lips as he sat up. “Thank you-” He croaked, taking the plate into his lap and beginning to eat. Silence fell over them again, and Y/n got up, grabbing them both drinks. Walking back, she placed a cup in front of him, amused as he raised an eyebrow at the yellow juice.
Y/n chuckled, and that was the extent of their conversation that morning.
Jungkook was quiet, endearingly so, but there always comes a time for people to leave Y/n’s place, as they never say long.
“Stay safe.” Y/n speaks as he leaves through her front door.
“I can't promise anything.” He says in a little voice.
Y/n isn't quite sure what he means.
July 14th, 4:03 pm, a humid, sunny afternoon.
The next time Y/n sees Jungkook, he isn't alone.
Six other boys accompany him, and Y/n wasn't sure he was capable of smiling that wide. His hair was darker, clothes brighter, and he laughed loudly as he was shoved around by one of his friends in an abandoned shopping cart.
Y/n smiled, more to herself, and his eyes met hers for a split second. She nodded knowingly, and was quickly on her way, not wanting to disturb his happiness. A light chuckle left her lips, as she walked off, happy that he was okay.
She carried on with her day, her schedule normal until later that night, desperate knocks on her door. Afraid, Y/n grabbed the metal bat near her door, before slowly opening her door. There stood Jungkook, shaken and jaw bruised, lip bloody.
July 15th, 12:18 am, a windy, rainy night.
“I’m sorry, I didn't know where else to go I just-"
“Shut up, come in.”
They sat in her bathroom again as Y/n cleaned his cut, feeling him flinch underneath her touch. “I hit him.” Jungkook muttered, shivering slightly.
“Hit who?” Y/n asked, watching as he ducked his head.
“Yo-Yoongi-hyung. He was, yelling and drunk and he was so loud and I just-” Jungkook took a shaky breath. “He threw me against the couch-” His voice broke, unstable hands balled up into fists, pinned against his knees. “I thought he was gonna throw a chair at me I-"
“Jungkook, you have to tell the cops-”
“No! Hyung is-” Jungkook stared down into his lap. “Hyung is good to me. This was just, one time. One time I swear-” Y/n fiddled with her fingers as she listened.
“Who was it last time then?”
“Not! Not- not Yoongi-hyung. Some other people, I don't really know them-” Jungkook paused. “Yoongi is good to me, Y/n, I swear. He isn't bad. This was just one time and it’ll blow over and I’ll be okay.” Jungkook muttered.
“I’ll be okay.” He repeated, quieter.
Y/n hummed. Her stomach churned unpleasantly, but she nodded.
“I’ll believe you.”
July 25th, 6:08 pm, a sunny, warm afternoon.
Fingers graze her own as she reaches for another carton of passionfruit juice, and she looks at the owner.
“Oh, Jungkook-” Y/n breathes, a soft smile on her face. He smiles at her, letting go of the carton so she could grab it.
“Sorry, you got me hooked on that juice.” Jungkook muttered sheepishly, and Y/n handed the last carton to him, making sure he held it in his hands.
“Take it. I’ve drank enough to last me the rest of my life.” Y/n chuckled softly, closing the freezer door. “How've you been?” Stupid mandatory question, she knew, but Y/n was genuinely curious. Jungkook shrugged, a sheepish smile on his lips.
“Better. I’m sorry I haven't visited you sooner, I owe you so much, I-”
“Hey, don't worry about it. I just want to see that you're okay.” Y/n ran a hand through his hair, fixing his locks. “You don't owe me anything but your own well being.” She muttered, and Jungkook smiled sadly.
“Why me? What did I do to deserve-”
“Stop.” Y/n muttered, and Jungkook ducked his head. Before he could get another word out, a voice called his name, and both Y/n and Jungkook looked. A man with mint green hair and sharp eyes looked in their direction.
“Coming, hyung!” Jungkook called, before hugging Y/n tightly. “Thank you, Y/n.”
“Don't worry about it, Kook. I’ll see you soon.” Y/n smiled, and Jungkook nodded, a soft bunny smile on his lips.
July 30th, 9:57 pm, a stormy, starless night.
Soon was too soon, Y/n thought.
Her throat tightened, fingers dropping the controller on the ground, batteries scattered uselessly on the wooden floor. She blinked a few times, unsure if her eyes were deceiving her.
Fate had a funny way of showing itself true.
“Breaking News : The recent arson-suicide claiming the life of a twenty-four year old Min Yoongi is supposedly linked to the earlier car accident that killed twenty-year old Jeon Jungkook.”
Tears welled in her eyes, fingers shaky as she gripped the edge of her coffee table.
“Our condolences go out to the friends and families of both young men, may their souls rest in peace-”
Y/n threw the controller, shattering the tv screen.
She was the knot in his string of fate, yet the gods above unlaced her.
Pulled the string taut.
Snipped it in half.
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