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2025 WRITING CHALLENGES

2026 WRITING CHALLENGES

BLEACH

MOON KNIGHT

MULTI/OTHER FANDOMS

UTA NO PRINCE SAMA

X-MEN

To celebrate pride month, (and as today is pan day which is for meeeee) here's personal headcanons for Bleach characters. Let me know your thoughts and if you want more!

Shunsui: I headcanon he’s pansexual and polyamourous. He doesn’t mind who you are, what you look like, long as your personality is striking enough. He’d definitely be up to hosting a pride event in the Seretei (over 1,000 shinigami and not 1 being queer? Impossible!!!!). He’d watch any parades from the sidelines, not wanting to be in the spotlight.

Jushiro: Bi. He loves both men and women. I love ShunUki as a ship and would 100% believe if Jushiro's first ever crush would be his best friend Shunsui. He's drawn to people who give him security, comfort and strength even when he's at his lowest with his illness. But he's the kinda person who doesn't recognise that the admiration and love they feel isn't platonic until later in life.

Isane: Gives me straight but transwoman vibes. I don’t know why but she’s always kind of given me trans vibes. Like Unohana helping her transition and in the process, Isane becomes insanely good at kido which made her the perfect fit for squad 4. Not many people know about her being trans. Not because it’s a big secret or she’s ashamed of the fact! Just, nobody’s bothered to ask or sees her as different because of it.

Mayuri: Genderfluid or non-binary. I see loads of images and headcanons of him being trans (ftm) which I'm ALL on board for but he also just looks like he's the kinda guy who doesn't want to be perceived gender wise. Like if anyone asked him what's between his legs, he'd either have some witty response or say it's not their business. Romance/sexuality wise I feel he leans towards liking men but doesn't oppose to liking women or other folks either!

Rangiku: A lover of women. Whether she leans towards women but is bi/pan or just a lesbian, I can't say. Sure, she flirts with guys and is around guys a lot in the anime and manga but she tends to humiliate them or out drink them and pass out so it doesn't give me straight vibes. Rangiku's definitely had relationships with men and has loved them (Gin) but I feel a woman (me) would treat her as she deserves.

Yoruichi: Bi. She had a thing with Kisuke and a thing with SoiFon and NO ONE can convince me they didn't at least attempt a polycule before SoiFon ultimately couldn't handle it.

Lil update! I was planning to post for both Swoon June and June of Doom this month however life has gotten on the way. So for this month I’m hoping to clear out my drafts (I’ve got like 10 drafts for different ideas, different fandoms, etc.) so my goal is to finish and publish all my drafts so we can start July on a clean slate. July and August I’m on summer vacation so I’ll have plenty of time to do some summer-y themed writing challenges or summer themed writing!

If you have any summer-themed ideas for something you’d like to see (a summer themed drabble, some summer playlist ideas, etc.), let me know! Requests are open :)

So as I did entries for the whole month, I thought I would do a whole post just to make things easier! Really fun writing challenge, glad I completed every single entry! @domaystic

Day 1- Steve Harrington: Dressed up

Day 2- Jake Lockley: Quitting a bad habit

Day 3- Hank McCoy/Beast: Tea or coffee?

Day 4- Marc Spector: Unspoken message

Day 5- SDV Shane: Pillow fort

Day 6- Vinesmoke Sanji: On the windowsill

Day 7- Remy LeBeau/Gambit: Family recipe

Day 8- Retsu Unohana: Reassurances

Day 9- Mayuri Kurotsuchi: Unlabelled container

Day 10- Ranmaru Kurosaki: Back of the closet

Day 11- Kisuke Urahara: Fun sized Candy

Day 12- Wade Wilson/Deadpool: Sharing

Day 13- Logan Howlett/Wolverine: Cancelled trip/plans

Day 14- Steven Grant: Startled by a sudden appearance

Day 15- Shunsui Kyoraku: Playing hooky

Day 16- SDV Haley: Cleaning the gutters

Day 17- Jushiro Ukitake: Bedridden

Day 18- Scott Summers/Cyclops: Relaxing evening

Day 19- Isshin Kurosaki: Play date

Day 20- Natsuki Shinomiya: On the top shelf

Day 21- Eddie Munson: Hair-brushing

Day 22- Roronoa Zorro: Being overheard

Day 23- SDV Harvey: Stuck lock

Day 24- Ororo Mumroe/Storm: New pyjamas

Day 25- Miguel O’Hara: Laughter

Day 26- Kenpachi Zaraki: Getting a sitter

Day 27- Anna Marie Darkholme/Rogue: Holding hands

Day 28- Rangiku Matsumoto: Asking for advice

Day 29- Makoto Tachibana: The next step

Day 30- Sylus: Put on hold

Entry no. 31! Final one and a new fandom I've not written for- The Arcana! I misread the prompt and wrote about Julian coming home late! I'm so sorry but enjoy it anyway! @domaystic

CW- Just fluff!

Word count- 274

The sunset had caught Julien by surprise. He had promised you he’d be home for dinner from his office. His boots clacked against the cobblestone as he rushed back to his home. The small home he shared with you just above the magic shop. He opened the door to the usual tinkling of the bell. “I’m so sorry, darling! I got caught up in my research.” He called as he shrugged off his cape and boots. Oddly, you didn’t respond. The faint smell of incense clung to the air so he knew you were home. 

“Darling?” He called, this time a bit louder. Still, only silence responded to him.You would have normally left a note when you left the house without him being there but he found nothing. 

Julian hummed slightly as he climbed up the stairs to the top floor. He leant against the wooden door, trying to hear anything on the other side of the bedroom. There was something there, a small rhythmic noise, but he couldn’t quite place it. Julian carefully opened the door. It creaked to life as he was greeted by a sight that made him smile. 

You were curled up in your shared bed, wearing one of his night shirts like it was your own. Blankets encircled you as you softly snored. Across the room, as the sunset light peaked through the window, Malak watched from above. 

“Thank you for watching over them.” Julian whispered to the raven as he shook his wings in response. Julian sighed as he laid down beside you. One gloved hand stroked your cheek with gentle reverence. 

I saw the trailer for Marvel Rivals Season 8 and was hyped that Scott was coming to the game. But then they showed the posted of him with a beard, dishevelled in ripped jean shorts. And it unlocked something in me. And by unlocked something inside me, I mean it let me out horny jail. Enjoy this mix of angst and smut.

CW- MDNI, 18+ only, mentions of wounds and unknown torture, a lot of crying, unprotected p in v (wrap before you tap irl), sucking Scott off.

Word count- idk but I’ll let you know! She long though

Your leg vibrated faster as you sat on the bench outside the X-mansion. After your last mission, Scott had been kidnapped. The team had looked for him desperately in the following weeks and months but there was no sign of him. Logan had told you to try and move on but you couldn’t. Jean kept getting hints of his whereabouts, brain activity that kept your hope alive. And they found him. One random Thursday night, they found him. Barely breathing, lying in an abandoned warehouse with a fading heartbeat. 

But he was alive. Just as you knew he would be. 

The familiar roar of the Blackbird got louder as you saw it flying closer. The trees swayed before straining to remain upright as it landed on the vast field in front of the X-mansion. You stood up and rushed towards it despite how hard the force of the air pushed you back. The roaring lulled into silence as the door lowered to the grass below. Slowly, Jean walked out with her arm around Scott’s back to help support him. His arm was draped loosely over her shoulder. Dark facial hair framed his cracked and bloodied lips and gave his hollowed cheeks a more drooped look. The ruby glasses that protected his optic blasts were smashed. You could see his sunken eyes were closed behind them. A large blanket and a foil blanket were wrapped around him though they didn’t hide the torn and grimy X-Men uniform underneath 

“S-Scott?” You managed to whisper. 

“(Y/N)... Is that you?” Scott asked in a strained voice. His free arm outstretched before him as he blindly tried to find you. You stepped closer, holding his hand in your own before gently placing it against your cheek. 

“It’s me… I’m here.” You replied. Scott’s hand slipped out of your grip. He trailed along your shoulder and around your shoulder blades before pulling you close to him. The usual cologne he wore was replaced by the smell of blood and sweat. Jean let go of her hold on Scott as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Despite how he had wasted away, his grip on you was like a trap ensnaring you. 

“Scott, I believe it would be best if you come back to the med bay so I can ensure your vital organs are functioning correctly and can monitor hydration levels.” Beast said as he stepped out of the Blackbird behind you both. Scott pulled away and turned to the direction of Beast’s voice. 

“Hank, I think I just need a night in my own bed.” Scott replied. 

“I insist you follow my directions just for tonight. I would prefer not to risk further internal damage.” 

“I agree, love. Just tonight so we know you’re ok.” You agreed. 

Scott turned back to you. He knew you both were right but… Scott shook his head. 

“I don’t think I can deal with being in another hospital bed tonight.” He said in a voice far smaller, far more scared than you’d ever heard from him. 

You met Hank’s eyes and his furrowed brow. 

“My friend, I promise I would never-”

“Hank… Please.” Scott cut him off. You looked between the two before steeling yourself. You knew deep down Hank was right. Scott could be bleeding internally and none of you would be the wiser. Another part of you, however, wanted to be selfish. You wanted Scott to be back in bed with you. 

“I could take care of him tonight.” You suggested “Dress any obvious wounds, ensure he eats and stays warm and hydrated. And he can get checked out in the morning? If anything happens, I’ll run down the hall to your door immediately.” 

Hank grimaced. You could see the internal debate in his expression. He didn’t know the extent of Scott torture any more than you did. 

“This is against my better judgement but… Alright. But the second something goes wrong, you come grab me straight away.” Hank relented. You smiled brightly, thanking Hank repeatedly as you wrapped Scott’s arm across your shoulders and began trudging back towards the X-Mansion. Or, in Scott’s case, limping. Jean and Beast stayed only a few steps behind you two. 

Scott sighed in relief as he felt the hard wooden floor beneath his feet. The smell of wood polish was a comfort already to the beaten down man. You reached your shared bedroom quicker than expected. You wondered if it was your worry of getting Scott seen or his own desperation to be in bed. To be home. 

“Lets get you showered and get those wounds seen to, ok?” You said as you manoeuvred yourselves into the en suite. You helped Scott sit down onto the toilet. You turned back to the bedroom to grab his casual ruby glasses.

“I can shower by myself.” He replied. You handed him the glasses with a frown at the statement. 

“Scott, I know you can, but I want to help you.” 

“I appreciate it, my love, I do. But I’d like some time by myself, just to gather my thoughts, ok?” Scott finally looked up at you. You couldn’t fully see behind the ruby quartz lenses but you could see the outline of his now opened eyes. Your face scrunched in concern and frustration. But you turned to start the shower. Cold water hit your palm first before it began warming up. 

“Fine. But I’ll go make you some food and get the med kit while you shower. And you better call for me if something happens, ok?” You said, finally giving in. Scott smiled, grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles with a gentleness you had so missed while he wasn’t with you. 

“You’re an angel you know that?” He replied as he slowly rose from the toilet. You kissed his cheek as he rose to his full height. The tickle of his newly acquired beard was new and made you giggle slightly. You closed the door behind you as you went off to grab something for him to eat. 

You came back a few minutes later with a tray of soup, a grilled cheese sandwich and a warm cup of tea. You held the tray with both hands though one hand also carried a first aid kit. Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed, drying his hair with a towel. Though his lower half was covered by a second towel, his torso was bare. Fresh wounds littered his body. From small, insignificant cuts that seemed to be healing to larger slashes across his back that were still slightly exposed. You winced at the sight. He looked towards you with a soft smile. 

“I got your favourite. Didn’t want to bring too much in case you made yourself sick.” You explained as he took the tray from you. 

“Thank you.” Scott replied before looking down at the food.You sat down beside him. The steam from the soup began steaming his glasses before he took a spoonful to his lips. At first, he just sat there, relishing the taste of it. The next moment, he was devouring the soup. Each spoonful brought to his lips was gulped down quicker each time. He took big bites out of the grilled cheese as if it was trying to run away from him. You watched in both horror and confusion until he reached the bottom of the soup. Scott exhaled as his body went slack. 

“I’m never taking soup for granted again.” 

You laughed at the absurdity of his statement.

“Now will you let me clean your wounds and bandage you up?” You asked, holding up the meds kit. Scott pulled a face but nodded. You shifted behind him, intending to start on his back. Gently, you cleaned the wounds with antiseptic wipes. Scott hissed and flinched every so often but you gently shushed him. Apologies fell from your lips each time, even with feather light touches. You moved onto his front. A gasp escaped you as you saw the extent of green and purple bruising around his chest. But you averted your gaze, keeping intense focus on his cuts. You placed plasters on the smaller ones and gauze across the large gaping wounds before wrapping pristine white bandages across his chest. Scott stayed as still as he could as you encircled him with the wrapping. He sagged again as you tied the bandage off. 

“That should keep you tied over until the morning. Get it? Because I tied the bandage?” You tried to crack a joke to break the ever weighted tension in the air. Scott huffed out a laugh and cracked a smile. But you knew there was something else on his mind. His hands, just as calloused as ever, travelled up your arms. Goosebumps followed their wake until they reached your cheeks. You nuzzled his palms before pressing a kiss to each. You looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze. 

“You were the one that kept me going, you know?” Scott said “Even as they slashed me, kicked me down, smashed my head into concrete. I kept thinking of you. I couldn’t leave this world until I saw you again.” 

His words tugged and pulled at your heart strings. 

“I knew you’d return home eventually.” You replied. Scott’s hands wandered down to your shoulders, gently pushing you down. The springs of the mattress creaked as you laid on your back. Scott, only for a moment, hovered over you before pressing his body against yours. His face buried in between your breasts with hands gently rubbing up and down your sides. 

“I’m home.” He whispered. On instinct, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck. Your fingers threaded through his unkempt brunette locks. 

“You’re home, my love. You’re safe.” You whispered before leaning down and planting a kiss against his roots. Vibrations rippled through your body. Slow at first but they built up. Scott’s head trembled against your shirt. It was only then that you clocked the shaking breaths and slight sobs. Your arms wrapped around his head, holding him impossibly close. 

“Let it out.” You gently encouraged as you kept stroking his head. 

Scott Summers, the brave leader of the X-men, rarely cried. But when he did, it was as if he was crying out every single negative emotion he had been holding in until that point. You could feel the tears soaking through the cotton of your t-shirt and onto your skin. His arms wrapped around your bac and held you closer. He was afraid you would disappear and end up an illusion in his fractured mind. But you were as real as he was. The mattress beneath you was real. He could feel the weight of you in his arms. Your fingertips against his scalp were real and the rhythmic movement calmed him. Slowly, his breathing evened out. He was safe.

Finally, he was safe.

Scott looked up, holding his glasses in place. You smiled down at him, warm and inviting. He moved up your body before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You kissed him back but he pulled away quickly. You cupped his cheeks, stroking along the cheek bones you so admired. Scott leant forward and pressed another chaste kiss. And another. And another. Only on the 5th kiss did either of you remain their for longer. It was like kissing Scott for the first time all over again. Knocked teeth, trying to match each others movements but failing. But he picked the rhythm back up. His warm tongue entered your mouth, retracing every tooth and crevice inside. Scott's confidence built as a whimper escaped you. His moan was swallowed by the kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours as his pants ghosted your skin.

"We shouldn't go further, love. I... Don't want to hurt you." You whispered. Scott shook his head as he raised himself up on his hands.

"You won't hurt me. If anything, you'll heal me." Scott replied in a hushed tone as his cracked lips brushed against your soft neck. He planted heated kiss after heated kiss as he went lower down your torso. A kiss ghosted your soft belly before you hurriedly removed your top. Your bra followed swiftly. Nipples perked in the cool air as Scott kissed the waistband of your jeans.

“Please, my darling?” He practically begged.

You bit your lip hesitantly. Half of you wanted to stop, wanted to hold Scott close and ensure he was alright. But… It had been so long since he last kissed you. Since you last made love.

A simple nod was all it took for Scott to undo the button of your jeans. You wiggled your hips as he lowered them down to your ankles. Your underwear followed suit.

"W-Wait." You hesitated as his head went to dip between your legs. Scott lifted his head with a quirked up eyebrow.

"Let me take care of you, handsome." You whispered. With gentle hands, you shifted Scott onto his back. Starting from his cheek, you worked your way kissing down his body. Every scar and bruise received the lightest kiss you could place on him. The closer to the towel's edge you got, the more prominent his erection felt against your skin. Only one tug was needed to free his erection from its white cotton prison. Across his thighs were further scars and blooming bruises. But his cock was unharmed.

You kissed from ball to tip, each kiss more tender and full of love than the last. At the tip, you engulfed in your wet, welcoming mouth which made Scott's head fall back in pleasure. Slowly you sunk his cock inside your mouth until your nose brushed his pubic hair.

“Fuck…” Scott muttered under his breath.

You bobbed your head up and down. Saliva coated his cock and dribbled down to the sheets below. Scott’s hand nestled on the back of your head. Without thinking, he pushed you down harder on his cock. You sputtered, choking as his tip touched the back of your throat so he let up. A wet pop sounded echoed in the room as you panted. His erection slapped against his abs.

“D-Darling. Get on top.” Scott begged.

You obliged without hesitation. His thick thighs straddled either side as you grabbed his cock at the base. Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto him. He stretched out your unprepared pussy but the stretch was delicious. A sign he was back where he should be. His hands settled on your hips as he guided your movements. The grind of your hips was slow at first to help you adjust. Scott groaned with every movement.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked between pants. Your hands clutched his chest as you bounced on him with determination to getting you both across the finish line.”

“N-No. you could never hurt me. But -Ah!- I’m already so close.” He replied as his grip tightened. Faster and faster you moved. Wet slapping sounds and panting echoed from your shared space. The tightness in your stomach snapped as you came with a cry. Scott fucked up into you before finally groaning. Long and strained. You could feel his cum painting your insides more than he ever had before.

Scott panted hard before his chest crashed against yours. His face buried into the nape of your neck. Every pant exhaled warm and wet against your skin as you held him closer. Slowly, Scott pulled out of you. Cum leaked out of your pussy as your thighs trembled from the pleasure.

“Don’t let me go, Scott.” You mumbled as your arms encircled him.

I've never played LADS but this Aries man has had a chokehold on my neck since he was announced. This was one of the first entries I ended up completing. Please enjoy!

CW- Just fluff

Word count- 211

“Yes… Mhm, I’ll hold.” Sylus said as he got put on hold. He put the phone on speaker, a standard royalty free tune coming from the device. He got up, taking a stretch from his chair as he walked to the kitchen. 

You heard the cheerful tune playing from your boyfriend’s home office. Peering your head around, there was no sign of the silver haired man. But on his desk sat his phone. The screen was on a caller ID, seemingly to one of his “business associates” for 4 minutes. Your foot gently tapped to the tune before your shoulders began to wiggle in time. Absentmindenly, you began to sway to the music as Sylus returned with a large glass of water. He smirked and huffed a laugh before putting his water down. His hands enveloped yours as he played along and joined your swaying. He spun you out before spinning you back into his arms. Giggles escaped you with wild abandon as you happily spun back into Sylus’ chest. 

Entry no. 29! I've been in love with Makoto since I was a teenager and I needed to write a prompt with him. Let a girl dream of marriage with him! @domaystic

CW- Proposal nerves, older!Makoto (imagine he's mid 20's), fluff

Word count- 220

Haru glanced at his best friend, cool glacier eyes watching him. Makoto kept fidgeting with his shirt sleeve. His attention was transfixed on the scene before him. You were laughing and looking through the market stalls with Nagisa and Rei. It was your annual reunion with the Iwatobi swim club. Your boyfriend always loved when you came with him and the other swimming team members adored you! But this one was… Going to be different. 

“You know you don’t have to, right?” Haru said bluntly. Makoto’s emerald eyes glanced over. 

“W-What was that, Haru?” 

“You don’t have to go through with it.” 

“I know but… If not now, when?” Makoto asked. He slumped in the outdoor cafe seat, his head hitting the wall behind him. 

“When you’re home? I don’t get the big deal about pr-” Haru got interrupted by Makoto’s sudden shushing. “What if she hears you?!” Makoto whispered in a panicked tone. 

“She’s over there, she’s not gonna hear you.” 

Makoto looked back, watching you admire a handmade vase with the curiosity and excitement on his face that he fell for years ago. He felt around in his backpack. When his fingers brushed the box that contained the engagement ring you thought was beautiful last time you came browsing with him.

Entry no. 28! My girl, my lady, the queen Rangiku @domaystic

CW- Use of Y/N, mentions of sex but nothing graphic, mentions of drinking, other than that just fluff

Word count- 233

“Captain Kyoraku, we’ve been buddies for a while, right?” Rangiku stated after finishing the remnants of her cocktail. Shunsui glanced up, cocking an eyebrow at the seriousness in her tone. 

“Why?” he asked. Rangiku twirled a strand of her hair. 

“(Y/N). In your squad. What’re they like?” 

Shunsui cocked his head, the question further confounding him. 

“You should know that better than anyone. You practically live round their quarters.” Shunsui responded. 

“I meant like… Do you know what they’re into?” Rangiku asked. He gave her a further look of bewilderment as her face flushed red. 

“Be straight with me, Rangiku, what are you asking me? It feels like you’re avoiding the topic.” 

“Well… Have you noticed if they’re interested in fucking anyone? Or being romantic with anyone?” 

Shunsui pondered a moment, his thumb and forefinger holding his chin in thought. 

“Outside of you, I can’t think of anyone else.” “M-Me?!” Rangiku spluttered, her face flushing further. “Can you… Give me advice on how to romance them? You’ve got so many partners, you must know a thing or two.”

Shunsui blinked for a moment. He had assumed Rangiku and his adorable 7th seat were already in a relationship! Everyone at Squad 8 assumed this too! Shunsui downed the rest of his sake before smirking up at Rangiku. 

Entry no. 27! We're getting there lads! @domaystic

CW- Just fluff!

Word count- 217

You paced around anxiously as you kept waiting for Rogue to walk through the door. She had been away with a group of X-Men for a week. No calls, no texts, nothing to say she was alright. They were due back today but without a certain time, it was like you were waiting for the worst. 

The doors to the mansion opened with a dramatic swing as the group entered. Remy sighed heavily as Hank and Scott walked past you. Rogue arm was slung across the Cajun’s shoulder. The moment her eyes met yours, she wriggled free and hobbled towards you. You rushed over. 

“You’re hurt! What happened?” You asked, worried as you tried to search her body for injuries. 

“Sugah, it’s just a sprained ankle. It’s nothin’ ta worry about.” She said, trying to reassure you. She had a habit of trying to pretend she was fine when you could tell she wasn’t. 

“Hank looked you over, yeah?” You asked. Rogue nodded. That was at least some reassurance. Your hands gently took her gloved hands in yours as your fingers intertwined. 

“Trust me, sugah. Hank’s said I’ll be right as rain in a week tops.” Rogue tried to reassure you further. 

@villainsrtasty A sweet drabble for you queen

CW- Threats, just fluff otherwise!

Word count- 251

“I swear this time, I’m gonna kill ‘em.” Kenpachi growled as he stormed back to Squad 11 barracks. You’d only just arrive back after a weekend away in the human world and he was already pissed off. 

“Kenny, darling, stop for a sec and think! Ikkaku and Yumechika would never put Yachiru in harm's way!” You pleaded. Normally, Ikkaku and Yumechika were your go to babysitters for Yachiru. Never had an issue with the pair. That is until today when Yachiru texted Kenpachi about learning how to “death drop” and Kenpachi made a beeline back home. 

As he burst through the front door, Kenpachi caused Yumechika and Ikkaku, who at this point were peacefully lounging on the sofa; to jump and straighten up in surprise. 

“C-Captain! You weren’t due back until-” Ikkaku began before Kenpachi grabbed him by the back of the neck. 

“What’s this death drop you’re teaching Yachiru?” Kenpachi growled. You held your head in your hands. You tried to explain what it was to Kenpachi, to show that it was safe, but he wasn’t having it.

“Kenny! Kenny! Lookie, Yumi taught me death drop!” Yachiru exclaimed as she excitedly ran to the living room. She stretched her arms out with a flare before falling to the ground with one leg underneath her. Kenpachi stared for a moment at the girl before turning back to his subordinates. Then, after a moment, he turned back to you. 

Entry no. 25! Miguel deserves to laugh @domaystic

CW- Potentially inaccurate Spanish, kind of OOC, spider-person!reader but other than that, just fluff!

Word count- 288

“So, I landed on the roof, all cool and badass when a pigeon just landed on my head and took a crap! It'll take forever to get the crap off my suit. Least it wasn’t on the mask side of my face.” You chuckled as you finished your story. Miles, Gwen and Hobie cracked up laughing along with you. You held up your spider mask, the white pigeon poop dribbled on the back of it. Miles and Gwen made disgusted faces but kept laughing. 

“I better get this cleaned, I’ll catch up with you guys later!” You smiled and waved as you headed towards the Spider-suit laundromat within the Spider Society. Still weird how they had everything. As you turned the corner, you noticed Miguel, trembling slightly as he looked towards the wall. Your eyes widened as you got closer, panic settling in your chest. 

“Miguel? Is everything alright, mi Corazón?” You asked as your hand settled on his shoulder. Miguel nodded. 

“I-I’ll be fine.” Miguel tried to say before bursting out into a laugh. Your eyes widened. His laugh was hearty, his shoulders moving with every exhale. 

“The pigeon shit on your head.” He managed between gasps of breath. The gears clicked into place. Miguel had overheard your story to the other Spider-Men. You began laughing again too, grinning ear to ear. It was rare to see Miguel laughing so much. Especially over something so childish. 

He slowly regained his composure and wiped some tears of laughter from his eyes. He took a deep breath before returning to his usual scowl. 

Storm is so so pretty, she's kind, she's a badass. She deserves SO much love.

CW- Just pure fluff!

Word count- 160

The second you saw the package left outside your room, you excitedly jumped up and down as you grabbed it. You closed the door behind you as you tore into the wrapping. The pyjamas inside the package were made by your favourite clothing brand, it was a steal! And you knew your goddess girlfriend Ororo would LOVE them. 

“My dear, I thought we could- Oh!” Ororo’s voice exclaimed as she entered your room. There you stood, admiring yourself and your new pyjamas in the full length mirror. The silk nightdress hung mid thigh. The material was black, adorned with a golden laced trim and a pattern of yellow lighting spread throughout that. It looked like the dress was put back together through kintsugi. 

“I love it! Don’t you, Oro?” You asked, the dress fanning out as you twirled to face her. 

Mr. Doctor man stuck in the office. Only reader can free him.

CW- Being stuck in a closet, just fluff otherwise!

Word count- 195

“Maru! Maru, are you there?” Harvey yelled as he banged on the door of the storage closet. He’d gone in to get some of his first aid supplies to replenish his medpack. It should’ve been an easy in and out before the end of his shift but he found himself stuck. Desperate rattlings rang out through his office. “Hello? Can anyone hear me?!” He cried out again as you entered. Recognising your doctor fiance in distress you looked around. “Harvey? Where are you?” You called out. “My love! I’m in the storage cupboard! The lock is stuck!” Harvey called back, relief in his tone. You rushed over, frantically yanking and turning the door handle. Something clicked as you finally got it open. Harvey had leant to close on the doorframe, leading him to topple on top of you as the door swung open. With a thud, you both landed on the cold ceramic tile floor below. Harvey groaned as he slowly rose on his hands. Your eyes locked as he sputtered apologies, now with bright red cheeks. 

I'm a Sanji girl through and through but... Sometimes Moss head got me acting out.

CW- Mentions of a spicy night, teasing, other than that just fluff!

Word count- 222

It should have been a normal breakfast. Another day on the great open sea. But the other crew members gave you strange looks. Nami smirked as you grabbed some food and sat beside her. 

“Sooooooo… Sleep well?” She asked. You smiled and nodded your head. 

“Oh yeah. Practically like a log for a chunk of it.” You replied. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand. Elbow leaning on the table. 

“A chunk, huh? So you were awake for a part of it?” Nami continued. You raised an eyebrow. “I… I guess you could say that….” 

“Anything keeping you awake? Something on your mind? Or someone?” Her tone shifted to a teasing sort. You took a sip of coffee but completely spat out the mouthful when Robin smiled and said “Don’t try to hide what happened between you and Zoro last night. We know everything.” “E-Everything?” You spluttered between coughing. 

“Everythiiiiiiiiiiiing~ We knew you two would hook up eventually~” Nami giggled as you hid your face in embarrassment. 

“H-How did you…” 

Eddie's got a good head of hair, ya gotta brush it.

CW- Good boy mentions, just fluff!

Word count- 201

“Stop, babe, my hair is fine!” Eddie whined as you grabbed his hairbrush. Seeing the state of it, broken bristles and a handle with more bite marks than plastic, you chucked it in the bin and grabbed yours from your overnight bag. 

“Rockstars still brush their hair.” You said as he settled between your thighs begrudgingly. His back leant against your chest. Gently, you began to brush the dark locks from the bottom upwards. Taking a segment at a time and just brushing it through. Knots began untangling as you kept working. 

“This is… Kinda nice.” Eddie mumbled under his breath. Unconsciously, he leant towards you like a cat who loved being brushed. You giggled as you reached the top of his head. It was kind of fascinating, how his hair remained curly after being brushed through. You placed a small kid on the top of his head. 

“Finished! Good boy!” You praised Eddie as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer. His head rested against your chest as he stared up with those cute brown eyes. “I’m a good boy?” Eddie asked with a grin.