Writing Prompts, October Edition

Writing prompts, October edition ✨

Cw: implied drugging, plot twist ig, Deuce is. Very. Pathetic here. Enjoy??? Gn reader

3. Drool+Holding Hands ft. Deuce Spade

Deuce didn’t know how to handle himself when it came to you.

It was as if his body had worked on its own, moving closer to snuggle into yourself, taking in the scent of comfort that seemed to pour out of you with each passing moment. Entwining his fingers with yours, marvelling at how well they fit with his. The sheer amount of euphoria this experience granted him pushed him over the edge, shakily falling onto your lap, dizzy

“Redacted… do you love me?” He whispered out, shuddering at the feeling of your cold fingers tracing his neck

“I will always love you, Deuce.” The sweet smile on your face held every drop of adoration you had in store for this… puppy of a man you had wrapped around your arms

Sure, it took a little… nudging, for him to finally get over how shy he was, but you were patient. You’d wait for years if it meant that Deuce would be yours. Slipping small, unimportant doses of love potions into the lunches you worked so hard on for him was simply a precaution. Dealing with all those overblots sure gave you at least some sense as to how this world worked, and having a cute and loyal partner to help go through tough times together was certainly the least you deserved.

Deuce didn’t know how to handle himself when it came to you. And you were well aware.

See, this random person on my feed gets it

zoro being the only straw hat who got to meet both ace and sabo was totally on purpose btw oda ships zolu he told me himself

BRO WHAT IS TJIS 💔

“WAKA SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

That's when I'm gonna stand up, take my people with me ✊🏾 Together we are going to a brand new home 🤝 Far across the river can you hear freedom calling? 🗣🗣🗣 Calling me to answer gonna keep on keepin' on 🤞🗿

october writing prompt #18 - locked + vacation

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character: riddle rosehearts, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, kidnapping / imprisonment, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

"Oh, don't look at me like that, rose. Just think of it as a little vacation, won't you?" Your captor coaxed, sweet as honey as he peered down at you, gentle smile a sharp contrast to the shackles around your wrists.

Struggling does nothing, it hasn't since you got here, but you still tried anyways.

Whining and shouting both did nothing, and crying was rewarded with nothing but more time with him. Riddle wasn't quite the person you expected to do anything like this, taking you away, but maybe you should've.

His need for control, his possessive and delusional behavior, that look in his eyes when you first stood up to him. They were all just warning signs for what was to come, in hindsight.

But, you know what they say about hindsight.

"I wish that you'd just come to understand my thoughts, my lovely rose." He sighed, crouching down in front of you and lightly caressing the side of your face - you had long since learned that moving away did nothing but frustrate him, so you stayed put, even trembling as you were. "You know I just want the best for you."

"I could be so much more lenient with you if only you followed the rules... They're there to keep you safe, my love."

Riddle frowned at your silence and your watering eyes, settling down beside you and carefully running his hands through your hair - he couldn't ruin it, of course, he had styled it ever so meticulously for you this morning. Only the best for you. Everything he gave, and everything he did for you, only reflected that.

"It doesn't seem you'll be coming around anytime soon..." He exhaled with exhaustion, letting his head rest against the wall behind him and looking up at the room he had painstakingly created for you.

The silence lasts long enough that you think, just maybe, that he might be coming around to the idea of letting you go as you had so begged.

"That's alright... I have all the time in the world for you. We'll get through this little rough patch, rose. You'll understand soon."

...Wishful thinking.

:,D

october writing prompt #10 - cozy winter

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character: ruggie bucci, twisted wonderland

contains: fluff, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

You honestly didn't know what you'd do without Ruggie in your life.

He might not look it (or act it most the time), but he was an incredible support to your everyday life. Getting through life at Night Raven College when you knew that, even if not in the exact same situation, you had someone to relate too.

Being called upon to deal with other's inconveniences, having little to nothing to your name, and everyday luxuries being dependent on someone that didn't care for you (Leona and Headmaster Crowley, respectively). All of these things were similarities between you two, and more.

So, when you had a moment to rest, you always called him over. And vice versa from him.

Being able to relax and be your authentic self with him was one of the only things that kept you sane in Twisted Wonderland. Grim and the first years were great, but none of them really... related to you.

It was a cold winter day, now, and you and Ruggie were tucked in cozily in the Ramshackle living room. Anywhere else, and you would have been bothered more.

Grim was at Heartslabyul, Riddle promising to take good care of him as a favor for helping him with the last Unbirthday Party, and Leona had been called back home for some international affairs. You didn't know exactly what was up, and though you could've asked, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Especially not when you were cuddled up next to the hyena, slotting into his arms and resting your head against his shoulder, absentmindedly nodding along to whatever he was going on about now.

"Heh, are you even listenin' to me, Prefect?"

Flustering slightly at his teasing tone, you huffed, but apologized anyways with your own playfulness. "Honestly... no. I was thinkin' about how much I appreciate you, sorry."

"Shishishi!" Ruggie bursts out in his signature laugh, shaking you slightly from your position against him. "Alright, alright, I'll repeat it for ya."

He grins down at you, roughly pushing your head down to mess up your hair. "You're lucky I like you, Prefect."

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Boy, go back to your Waka-sama fanboy closet💀

october writing prompt #8 - stalking + cooking

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character: sebek zigvolt, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, stalking, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader

Sebek felt downright shameful, watching you with a flushed face and a shake in his hands, peeking through a window like a creep.

He feels so bad about it, crossing his arms and making himself small while checking his surroundings seemingly every other moment, but he couldn't stop.

How was he supposed to, truly, when you were there?

You weren't doing anything special, really, just cooking dinner for you and your cat-monster. But Gods above and below (including the Young Master, of course), he couldn't handle it. How could one measly little human bring him to his knees like this?

He still couldn't figure it out, but watching you while worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, he couldn't find it within himself to care.

You should be his already, but he was too... he hated to say it, but shy, to come out and confess that he liked you yet. You'd say yes, of course, but that wasn't what concerned him.

What concerned him was how people would talk, how people would perceive him - especially the opinions of those he held dear. The Young Master, of course, but there was others - Master Lillia, even Silver. Those in his dorm (and those not) knew of how boldly he claimed his distaste for humans. You in particular.

Maybe that was why he was so enamored with you now, going as far as to practically stalk you as you were none the wiser, instead humming a cheery little tune as you cooked.

Both because of the practically forbidden nature, even if only by his own constraints, but also because of how utterly in need of protection you were.

How could he rest easy at night, knowing that anyone could be out here watching you like this, some with... impure intentions. Not that he had them, not at all, but the fact that someone could, theoretically, made him boil with anger.

You were his human, his to watch and care for and protect. No one else should be able to lay their eyes on you!

By the time you're in bed, he's so wound up by his own thoughts that he even goes about checking the locks, swearing and surely not being as stealthy as he thought he was - not that it mattered to him at the moment.

Surely, you'd understand if you caught him, wouldn't you?

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