A/N: I went to a writing prompt website for new ideas. These aren't really too great, but in my defense, these prompts are weird. Just trying to get the creative juices flowing again. Prompts in italics.
Prompts
Fish Sticks
"What is wrong with you!?"
"Chill out. I was hungry. I made lunch. What's the big deal?"
"Fish sticks are made from fish! You might be eating some of my friends!"
"Well, I'll say this; you have good taste in friends!"
Speedy chomped down on the fish stick, causing poor Aqualad to faint.
Seeing this, Speedy spit it out into a paper towel and put it, along with the rest of his fish sticks, in the garbage.
"Why did you just throw those out after that battle with Aqualad over them?" asked Bumblebee.
"Cuz," said Speedy with a smirk, "I hate fish sticks, but I love messing with Aqualad."
A blue monkey, chopped onions, and a malfunctioning elevator
Beastboy stepped out of the shower, a loud, off-key song still erupting from his throat, and wrapped a towel around his waist.
He glanced at the mirror, prepared to flex his muscles and other goofy things people do in mirrors because they can.
However, to his horror, he found his entire body to be blue!
He ran back to the shower to confirm his suspicions, to find that his shampoo and soap bottles were both filled with blue dye.
Cyborg was going to be in so much trouble when he got to him.
After a failed attempt at washing out the dye, Beastboy dried off and slipped into a clean uniform.
With one last irritated look in the mirror, he headed off, his mind bubbling with thoughts of revenge.
A perfect plan popped into his mind.
He ran off to the kitchen to begin phase one of his plans.
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Cyborg walked out of the garage, whistling happy.
He'd just repaired, cleaned, and polished the T-Car until it shined. A can of "new car smell" spray completed its perfection.
His thoughts wandered over to his latest prank. He briefly wondered if the changeling fell for the same prank twice, but his suspicions were put to rest as he glanced in the bathroom to see blue residue in the bottom of the tub.
A satisfied grin spread across his face. He'd have to be extra alert for a while, as Beastboy was surely out for revenge, but he wasn't worried. Most of Beastboy's pranks were mild and ended up backfiring, so it was nothing to be concerned about.
Suddenly, a shudder ran through him. Something felt…wrong.
Feeling a bit worried, he about-faced and headed back to the garage to check on his car.
She looked okay, but just to be safe he needed to check the inside.
He tentatively opened the door, only to be nearly knocked out by a powerful stench.
Pinching his nose, he looked back into the car to find the T-car's beautiful interior covered in chopped onions.
Beastboy went too far. Messing with him is one thing, but you never touch his car.
A yell erupted from him, scaring a blue monkey out of the rafters.
The monkey shifted to human form, gave a sheepish grin, and tore past Cyborg towards the door.
The changeling ran down the hallway, sheer fear running through his veins, an angry cyborg in pursuit.
At last he reached the elevator that would take him to safety and frantically pushed the up button.
For some reason it wasn't working.
He pressed it over and over, but the doors showed no signs of closing.
Cyborg was closing in on him, he had mere seconds, but the elevator wasn't working.
Of course, the moment that Cyborg was in the elevator with him, the doors would close.
"Heh Heh. Hey dude…"
Coffee
Contrary to popular belief, Starfire actually liked coffee.
Not a cup of cream and sugar with a sprinkle of coffee, not lattes or cappuccinos, or anything like that, but straight, black coffee.
The bitterness of it was pleasant to her alien taste buds, and the level of caffeine had little to no effect on her.
She'd even been known to eat spoonfuls of it, without even so much as a drink to wash it down, not that it shocked the other Titans too much. She was known for her eccentric tastes.
Robin, although he drank it often, was not truly fond of coffee.
He drank it because he needed caffeine for his long hours of obsessive work, not because he liked it.
He tended to drink it black, masking his disgust, because that was the "grown up" way of drinking it, but he had been known to slip in several spoons of sugar when he was sure no one was looking.
With their contrasting tastes, one lesson Robin learned the hard way was to never, ever, let Starfire make his coffee.
A pink polka dotted dress makes someone's day brighter.
It had been a bad day for Richard Grayson.
He started the morning off by spilling hot coffee on his new shirt while driving.
Then, halfway to work, he realized he had left several important papers on his desk back home.
After returning home, changing his shirt, and grabbing the papers, he left for work again, and ended up showing up late, resulting in a verbal spanking from his boss, who was also his father. That had been fun.
He had to sit through a terribly boring meeting, got his tie caught in a paper shredder, slammed his fingers in a desk drawer, and faced another meeting.
Finally, after the work day was over, he got to sit in five mile long traffic in pouring rain.
So it had not been a good day.
He opened the door to his home, feeling down and out, to find a little girl in a pink polka dotted dress running towards him happily, her momma standing not far behind with a smile.
"Daddy!" she chirped as she jumped up and hugged him.
"How was your day, honey?" asked his wife.
"Looking up," he replied with a smile.