Still plenty of time to write something for the challenge if you’re interested
It’s open to everyone and you can write about any character played by one of the lovely men above, as well as any other Marvel characters. The info for the challenge can be found here.
In the meantime, here are the fantastic smutty fics submitted already - enjoy, and show these amazing writers some love!
I meant to post this a long time ago but I kept forgetting oops. Thought it’d be a good way to close the year! For this challenge you simply need a playlist, preferably one that includes kpop groups (or you can use one with only kpop groups for the first step and then any other playlist for the rest).
1. Shuffle once to get the group you’ll write for. If you want ships, use the first person to sing for xReader fics or the first two people for an in-group ship. You can keep adding voices for poly fics or take the whole group if you want lol (Skip this if you only write for one group)
2. Shuffle again for a mood/genre (you might get something like fluff, or angst, maybe even horror, stuff like that)
3. Shuffle again for a theme (take the theme from the song’s lyrics, bonus points if you take the title from the lyrics too)
4. Shuffle again and refer to the MV for the au/setting (if the track doesn’t have an MV, refer to the MV of the title track from the same album)
It’s that tiiiime~ Just like last fall, I’m giving you all a list of 31 ideas for drabbles, fics, poems, short stories, plots, or whatever else you can use them for. There are two categories that you can feel free to mix and match between in case one of the prompts on either the first or second column doesn’t inspire you. As the top description says, don’t freak out if you miss a day or several! This is just for fun. Happy writing!
Cw: left behind, starvation, dehydration, left to die, freezing, captivity, lost hope, fear of death
Whumpee shivered, wrapping their frail arms around themself. The thin blanket was drawn tight around their shoulders, tucked over their head so they were completely covered. Every now and then, a chill would creep it’s way up their spine, drawing a whimper from their chapped lips.
It was cold.
Despite how close they curled to the radiator, how hard they pressed themself against the chill metal, there was no heat. There hadn’t been for a while.
Whumper had always left the heat on for them.
The nights were always terrible. Much worse than the days. So terrible they could drain the warmth from even the hottest of fires, reducing Whumpee to a breathing corpse, without even the energy to shiver.
They stopped sleeping by the second day.
They were too scared that if they closed their eyes, they’d never open them again.
Whumpee had ran out of food days ago. Every last crumb devoured, without so much as a scrap left for the mice. They had tried to make the meal last as long as possible, a bite of bread every time the hunger got too unbearable, a small nibble of the rice whenever they got so lightheaded they couldn’t see.
It had only lasted them half a week.
Water. They still had water, though. The sink, the dirty, cracked porcelain sink built into the corner of their room still ran. The water was freezing, cold enough to chill them to the bone, but Whumpee didn’t care. It was water, and water would keep them alive. They still tried to ration that too. Only drink as much as they needed, careful not to waste any, fearful that that too would once run out.
They pulled the blanket a bit tighter around themself.
One breath at a time. Ignore the pain, ignore the cold. Minute by minute.
Cw: collapse, injury, exhaustion, crying, bleeding, past abuse, implied torture
Whumpee’s face contorted in pain, beads of sweat dripping down their forehead as the deep exhaustion rooted in their bones only grew. Welted bug bites along their limbs stung and itched, but the discomfort had faded to the back of their mind a long while ago.
Their legs were as stiff as lead beneath them, feeling just as heavy, each step draining away at their already scarce energy levels. Their footsteps were heavy and clumsy, eyes barely cracked open as they stumbled forwards. Their extremities had long since gone numb, a faint trail of blood left behind from the cracked soles of their feet.
They had long since stopped trying to avoid the rocks.
The world swayed around them, the stretches of forests blurring together until trees were nothing but imperceptible streaks of browns and greens.
It was no surprise they didn’t see the tree root, snaking it’s way across their path, hidden under a layer of dead leaves and moss.
A small sob slipped from Whumpee’s lips as they crashed to the ground, their body slipping out of their control, succumbing to the exhaustion.
