#Fictober! Day 19

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Pussyfooting Around

This is a fill for today’s @flufftober  prompt: 18. Bewitched and the @fictober-event prompt   19 - “This is getting ridiculous.”  as well as my @buckybarnesbingo  square B1 - Magic. 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Rating: General Tags:  Magic & Enchantment,  Established Relationship,  Animal Transformation  Summary:  Ever since their standoff with a wanna-be wizard  earlier in the week,  Tony’s boyfriend  had been acting weird. Word Count: 275

“This is getting ridiculous,” Tony muttered from where Bucky had him pinned to the couch, doing his best to curl up in his lap.  Ever since their standoff with a wanna-be wizard  earlier in the week,  his boyfriend  had been acting weird.  

It started with Bucky stalking his teammates - mostly Sam -  around the Tower.  At first,  everyone had thought that the Soldier had resurfaced, especially with the sharp (so to speak) increase in the time he spent sharpening his knives. However,  once  Tony gently confronted him, Bucky said he was ‘just playing’.   

Bucky was spending more time prowling around the  communal areas as well;  it seemed he was always looking in the cabinets or the fridge for something to eat.  At least he would share whatever he ended up with,  bringing snacks to Tony while he was in the workshop  or to Steve in the gym.   

And after he ate, Bucky often wandered out onto the party deck to find a sunny spot to stretch out and nap in.  Said spot was just as likely to be on top of a wall or even somewhere on the roof of the Tower;  more than once Tony had needed to ask JARVIS to help locate their missing teammate.  

It all finally clicked when Tony absently carded one hand through Bucky’s long hair.  His cuddly companion started making a deep rumbling sound in the back of his throat and gently butted his head into Tony’s stomach. 

Tony glanced down to see that Bucky’s ears were taking on a distinctly pointed shape and  developing a coat of short, soft fur. 

“Uh, sunshine? I think you’re turning into a cat.”  

[randomfoggytiger]

"You Don't Know the First Thing About Me"

(Fictober, Day 19)

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When he was lamentably green, the truth was shut away-- trickled out only to desperate men and only in doses so small as to drive them further insane. He sat, he stood, and he listened, eagerly trying to fill in a patchwork of names and events, the past and the future.

Then he was assigned. Then he had a partner. 

Then they had the gall to wag a finger at him, wrestle him away from his first big break, and stuff him back into a dark closet somewhere until Bill Mulder’s death. 

All in all, Krycek wasn't sorry that his first round with the Syndicate ended with a car bomb and bitter feelings.

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Survival, Krycek decided, hinged on which truth you picked-- a lie to the world or a lie to yourself. He chose to fool the world, knowing they changed their truth every 3-5 business days, anyway. Weak, blind, close-minded drones who wanted their 'i's dotted, their 't's crossed, and their worldviews unchallenged by the widening realities of the universe. So, he played their game: caught and tossed back the ball they threw, showed them exactly what they wanted to see, told them exactly what they wanted to hear.

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What he learned in the Consortium’s charm school was to win friends and influence people. What he learned from his black-lunged superior was to carpe diem his way into any complication possible. What he hadn't quite learned on his own was how to get out of it. 

Single-minded Mulder, foolish old men, and out-of-touch aliens chased tails, circled each other, and howled at the moon day after day, year after year-- and had nothing to show for it. He was especially disappointed with the vastly narrow-minded scope of his former partner (Krycek had given up old ciggie Spender for loss years ago when he'd stuttered "thank you, yes, thank you" over the phone.) It took Mulder nearly four years to finally stop and listen when Krycek told him what no one else would-- “There is no truth, they just make it up as they go along"-- and by then Mulder didn't want to listen.

The Consortium really did pick ‘em. 

Krycek had to admit, though, that their microscopic self-indulgence had done one thing right. They’d created a woman as warm-blooded and cold hearted as himself and let her loose to wreak havoc on his life.

At the game table of allies and foes, Marita was the master: effective because she was impersonal, believable because she was polished. She’d paid him one compliment in their entire sorry acquaintance: dragged out of a train by Jeffrey Spender and into the getaway car by Krycek, Marita locked her sickly, tortured eyes on his and spat, “They'll die because they don't understand what we do.” He’d let the cryptic compliment slide-- it was probably an accurate though open-ended statement, after all-- but neither was sorry the rest of the ride was in silence.

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Jeffrey Spender: one of those sudden plays of fate. Pushed in, given a job he hated, pushed back out; and when he resisted, Jeff got a bullet to the skull.

Apparently, not all the Syndicate had been crisped.

His loss.

Funny how Jeffy boy only fumbled around long enough to trade loyalties and die the hero's death. He didn't know the game, didn't care to learn the rules, and got cut out like a rookie.

Better to be a thrill-seeking fool than a virtuous one, Krycek reasoned: virtue grew out of a conscience; and a conscience was a fickle asset, liable to get you killed over the smallest twinge. So, he let the ethical humbugs have their fun fingerpainting with morality, watched them crawl over glass to prove that their tormented existence was bettered by a few lines they wouldn't cross. No need to go out of his way for any of them.

They always come crawling back.

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Fictober Day 19

Prompt 19: "What if we're wrong?"

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Rating: G

Warning: None

Continuation of Day 18

"What if we're wrong?" March stared anxiously at her phone. The distress call had come from Stelle; a wordless call for help when the Nameless didn't have time to send a text. "She just went to visit Yanqing, right?"

"It doesn't matter." Dan Heng intoned. "Accident or not, we have to go."

"Are you sure you want to go, Dan Heng." Himeko asked. Regardless of Jing Yuan's revoking the Vidyadhara's exile it didn't necessarily mean that anyone else wanted him running around. "The rest of us can go instead."

"No." He was already moving. "Stelle is more important than whatever everyone else thinks of me." He had already risked the same thing to keep his friends safe from Blade.

"I'm coming too." March scrambled after him. "If she needs help I'm not staying behind."

Himeko frowned as she watched the pair leave. Given how far they had to go she doubted they'd get there in time. She had someone else that she could contact instead who was far closer and just as invested.

"Miss Himeko, what a surprise to hear from you." Jing Yuan's smooth voice came over the speakers. "What can I do for you or is this just a friendly social call?"

"Unfortunately we have a situation on the Luofu that requires immediate attention, General." The Astral Express's navigator said gravely.

A moment of silence followed before he spoke again, all amusement vanishing. "I'm listening."

"Stelle sent out an emergency distress call. We only use those as a last resort." She reported. "As I understand it she was training with young Yanqing today. Dan Heng and March are on their way but I worry they won't make it in time."

Jing Yuan's tone turned grim. "Do you have a location?"

"I just sent the coordinates that her phone broadcast.'

"I see it. Thank you for the information Miss Himeko."

"Be careful General." Himeko warned.

"I'll keep you updated."

"Thank you." Himeko sighed as the call ended. She could only hope that help would get to the girl in time.

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Fictober Day 19: Nightmares

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Nightmares (🌼)

Summary: Matt has a nightmare. Again.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, nightmares, mentions of violence, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: This is more of a Whumptober thing than Flufftober because it turned out angstier than planned. It still has the comfort elements though, and Matt finally gets a hug.

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The bedroom is hulled in darkness. Hell’s Kitchen is never really silent, but this late at night it is a little more bearable.

Matt came home only a few hours ago, covered in cuts and bruises that almost gave you a heart attack. He makes you a light sleeper because even when he’s safe and sound in bed next to you, you’re worried about him. 

Day and night—every second of every day you are in a constant state of concern. You know how he gets. He seeks out trouble for the sake of the greater good, and he would jump in front of a buttle, too, if it meant protecting the innocent. You’ve almost lost him more times than you can count, so even when he tells you he is okay, you can’t stop; you can’t stop worrying about him because he is all you have. 

When the bed creaks and a soft moan breaks the tranquility in the room, your eyes flutter open. You turn to look at the man beside you, though instead of finding him peacefully asleep, Matt is drenched in sweat, chest heaving with labored breaths as he writhes in the sheets, and his cries of agony wrap an iron fist around your heart.

It happens a lot more than he likes to admit—the nightmares. When the world gets quiet and the thoughts can roam freely in his mind, trying to find something, anything, to tear him down, that is when they come. The vultures find him in his most vulnerable moments, and then they feast. 

He doesn’t like talking about them because he doesn’t see his dreams. Sometimes, flashes of memories turn into a mess of unintelligible sounds, and he feels like he’s on fire. Other times, his worst fears wrap a noose around his neck as though they are reality.

He dreams of losing you. He dreams of the coppery scent of your blood, feeling it stick to his hands as your heartbeat slips through his fingers like quicksand. He dreams of his dad dying, of his friends leaving, and of the wrath of God every time he feels to save someone. When he dreams, it almost always turns into a nightmare, and you feel so fucking useless every time.

You reach out for his clammy shoulders, trying to soothe him back to sleep, but the second you touch him, he jolts awake with a shout.

Matt doesn’t know it’s you. A cloud has engulfed him, tuning out everything beyond his own erratic heartbeat. He can still hear your screams echoing in his ear. So loud. So terrified. So dead. 

They got to you, grabby hands determined to take you from him. When you touch him, all he can think about are the hands of the men who took you from him or the pain that spread through his chest like wildfire when your heartbeat disappeared into the void, and they laughed. 

They laughed at him. They laughed at you. Because one day, he will be the death of you. 

“Matt!” you call out. “Matt, listen to me. You’re safe. It was just a dream, baby. Listen to me!”  

Your voice cracks as your pleas fall on deaf ears. You know better than to touch him, but tears are spilling down his cheeks and he’s grunting, and you just can’t help yourself. You want to make it all better. You want to fix him. 

The second you brush his skin again, his nervous system reacts, though not in the way you expected him to. 

His arms fling out, suddenly and aimlessly, catching your wrist in a grip far tighter than he means. And it hurts. You don’t want to, but your first instinct is to wince in pain. He’s a strong, strong man. 

“Matt!” you shout. “Matt, stop! I need you to wake up.”

You’re not scared of him—you know he’d never hurt you. He doesn’t know it’s you right now, and you know that. This isn’t the first time he has lunged forward. This isn’t the first time he has thrown his arms around and accidentally hurt you. But the last time he did, the guilt almost killed him. If he thinks he hurt you again, God knows what will happen, and you can’t lose him. You can’t lose the man you love just because he thinks he is a danger to you.

You love him, nightmares and all. He needs you.

You throw your free hand up, reaching for his own. “It’s me! It’s me. Feel my heartbeat,” you insist. “I’m right here.”

For a second, his body goes rigid, muscles tensed, fist raised like he’s about to strike, but then he feels the steady thud, thud, thud of your heart in your chest, a sound so unique he could make it out in a crowd of millions, and his fist falters. 

He stops fighting. 

You press his hand over your heart, leaving no room for escape. “That’s me,” you whisper. “I’m okay. I’m right here.”

You’re alive.

For a split second, it’s like he can’t understand. He doesn’t want to understand because how the hell can your heart be beating when you just died? How can you be alive when he felt you slipping away from him? 

His brows furrow and his fingers tremble against your skin. He’s still breathing hard, but slowly, painfully slowly, he begins to come out of the fog. 

For a long moment, all he does is breathe—uneven, ragged breaths. It hurts you more than anything to see him like this, disoriented and terrified because he just doesn’t understand. 

His head dips forward against your collarbone. You feel him clutch at you, hands grasping your shirt as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, you’ll disappear again.

“I’m sorry…” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh.” You have to try hard not to cry. “It’s okay.”

“I hurt you. I–”

“No,” you cut him off. “You were just looking for me. I’m okay, I promise.”

A sob tears through him. 

“You’re okay. Come here. Listen.” You guide his head to your chest, resting his ear right above your heart where his hand remains, unable to move. 

“Listen,” you repeat. 

Matt’s eyes flutter. A singular tear travels from his lash line down his reddened cheek, staining the front of your shirt. You smell like him, but you feel like yourself.

“My heart is beating. I’m alive. I’m okay. It was just a bad dream. None of it was real or is ever going to become real,” you say.

He shudders. What if it does become real? What if he does lose you and all of this is just a cruel form of foreshadowing God put in his path?

Good Lord, he can’t think about that.

Your heart continues to dance to its most familiar rhythm, and he focuses on that. He focuses on you and the way you’re holding him or he’s sure he might lose his mind. Tonight was a bad one—a really bad one.

He’s not sure if he feels more guilty for waking you after disturbing your sleep once before, or that your wrist seems to be pulsating from the force he put around it. He didn’t mean to, but he hurt you.

You’re alive, he keeps telling himself. It was just a dream.

But he hurt you.

You cradle him against you. “Stop,” you say as if you can read his mind. “It’s not your fault.”

The guilt is too much for one man to carry, that much is true, but when he’s in your arms like this, it gets a little easier. Just for a little while, it gets easier.

He doesn’t have to carry it alone. He doesn’t have to fight the demons alone. He is not alone.

No matter what Matt Murdock does, you have vowed a long time ago not to give up on him. So, you stay, and you will continue to stay until you both die. And that, you hope, is a day still far, far in the future.

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A Perfect Match

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Bridgerton

Day 19 Prompt: "What if we're wrong?"

Summary: Anthony and Y/N have been dancing around each other for far too long. Benedict and Colin decide to do something about that.

Word Count: 1,726

Category: Fluff, minor angst

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Benedict's POV

"Colin!" I hissed, poking my head into the study where my brother sat journaling about his travels. He looked up at me like he had no idea why I could be bothering him. "Lady Y/N is here."

"Oh!"

He shot out of his seat, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. We'd only been putting together our plan to get her and my brother together for a week. How he could've forgotten was beyond me.

"Alright, she's having tea with Eloise in the drawing room. I'm going to go get her and bring her to Anthony's study," I said as Colin and I walked through the halls. "You just be ready to come give me a reason to leave once we're in there."

Colin nodded, then paused.

"Benedict? What if we're wrong? About their feelings?"

I sighed. Anthony and Y/N truly did butt heads at every opportunity as if they hated each other. But it was hard to miss the longing looks and the way one of them got distracted just by the other walking into the room. I shrugged.

"Well, I suppose if we're wrong, they'll probably kill us."

Colin gave me a look, but I completely ignored it as I marched into the drawing room.

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Y/N's POV

"Y/N!"

I turned from my tea and the book spread between me and Eloise at the sound of Benedict's voice, giving him a friendly smile as he entered the room.

"Hello, Benedict. Lovely to see you."

"Likewise. Actually, I was wondering if you could spare a moment to accompany me upstairs? Anthony mentioned needing to see you for something, and I told him that since I was on my way down, I'd bring you back up."

"Anthony wanted to see me?" I asked, working very hard to keep my tone neutral. Benedict nodded.

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"Actually, we do mind," Eloise chimed in. "Tell Anthony he can get his own friend."

"Eloise, Mother wanted to see you as well," Benedict responded smoothly. "She's in the garden."

Eloise narrowed her eyes, and I watched the staring contest develop like a tennis match. Finally, after a few moments, Eloise gave in and stood with a sigh.

"Fine. I shall go find her. But if this is a ruse, Benedict-"

"For what purpose? You are entirely too suspiscious sister."

I hid a laugh behind my hand as Eloise glared at Benedict on her way out of the room. I truly loved the Bridgertons, and watching them interact was more entertaining than the most competitive horse race.

"Lady Y/N," said Benedict, offering his arm to me with a smile. I took it, my mind racing as Benedict and I made our way upstairs. Anthony and I had a rather unusual relationship, and although I'd never admit it, I had developed strong feelings for the Viscount over the course of knowing him. The curiosity over why he wanted to see me was eating me alive.

"Did Anthony mention what he wished to discuss?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.

"No, he only asked me to hurry," Benedict responded. We reached the door, and Benedict held it open for me. "After you."

I stepped inside, feeling a bit nervous. Anthony was hard at work, scribbling away at papers on his desk, but he looked up when he saw me.

"Lady Y/N! Hello, uh..." He cleared his throat and shuffled some of the papers into a neater pile absentmindedly.

"Here she is, brother, like you asked," said Benedict as he came to stand beside me. Anthony's brow furrowed like he was confused, but Colin poked his head into the study before Anthony could say anything.

"Benedict!" said Colin. "Mother sent me, she needs to see you immediately."

Now it was my turn to be a bit confused, especially as Benedict grimaced like Colin had some something wrong. Before I could say anything, however, Benedict was moving quickly towards the door.

"Right, well, then I'd better not keep her waiting."

With that, he and Colin ducked into the hall, closing the door behind them. A moment later I heard the door lock, and then a sound like something heavy being pushed against it from the other side.

"Did they just..."

I stared in shock at the door for a few moments, whirled around to look at Anthony, then turned back to the door again. Benedict and Colin had just locked me in here, with Anthony, who looked as surprised as I did.

After a long moment of inaction, Anthony pushed back from his desk and quickly crossed the room. I watched as he tried the door and it didn't budge, then tried it again. Finally, he shoved it a bit with his shoulder as if it were stuck, and still nothing worked.

"Benedict! Colin!" he shouted through the door. No response.

"Anthony?" He whirled around to face me, eyes a little wild. "Did you actually ask Benedict to bring me up here to talk about something?"

"What? No, I haven't seen Benedict all morning."

I crossed my arms and shook my head, turning away from Anthony.

"I can't believe those two. I can't believe them."

"What are you talking about?"

I huffed an irritated sigh, then answered without turning around.

"Benedict dragged me away from tea with Eloise, telling me you'd asked to see me, right away. I don't know what on earth he and Colin were thinking, but now I'm stuck in here with you-"

I stopped abruptly, not trusting myself to continue speaking. Anthony and I butted heads plenty, but there was no denying how much I enjoyed spending time with him. Sparring with him when we disagreed and never feeling angry, just excited. Laughing as he complained about having to participate in the season but feeling jealous when one of the other girls or Mamas got their hands on him... I loved him. But I wasn't sure I wanted to admit it.

"Is it really so awful?"

Anthony's voice was thick, more vulnerable than I'd really ever heard it before. I turned around to fix him with a questioning look, and he held my eyes, although he looked ready to run at a moment's notice. Unfortunately for him, we had nowhere to go.

"Is it really so awful to be stuck in here with me?" Anthony continued when I didn't answer him. "Do you really hate me so much?"

My heart shattered in my chest, especially at the tentative sadness in his voice. My answer didn't come right away, and after a second or two of silence, Anthony turned away.

"I'm sorry. Forget I said anything-"

"Anthony no I- I'm sorry." I started crossing the room to him, but stopped halfway, thinking better of it. "I have fun giving you a hard time and arguing over silly things with you. But if I've done that to the point that you feel I truly hate you... then I'm sorry, I should never have let it go that far."

Anthony turned to face me again, a guarded expression on his face.

"So you do not hate me?"

"No. Quite the opposite, actually."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself to say what I needed to say next. I trusted Benedict and Colin not to do this to me unless they had some idea that my feelings for Anthony were mutual. Hopefully, that trust wasn't misplaced, but even if it was, denying my feelings had only hurt Anthony and I both. It had to end.

"Anthony, I'm sure this will be considered entirely too forward for me to say as a lady, but... I rather think I love you. You challenge me in a way no other man ever has, and when we are aligned, our teamwork knows no equal. There may be other men who would treat me well, and there may even be other men who would respect me as a partner, but none of them would be you. You, Anthony... you are my perfect match. And if I've led you to believe I hated you, then I am truly sorry. I assure you I do not."

Anthony just stared back at me, not taking his eyes off me the entire time I spoke. He didn't respond right away after I finished, still just staring, his expression unreadable. I started to sweat and fidget, immediately regretting my words and wishing I could take them back.

"You know, Anthony, actually-"

Before I could finish the thought, Anthony rushed to close the rest of the distance between us, sweeping me off my feet and spinning me around in his arms. I yelped, but when he set me down, we both had massive smiles on our faces.

"I apologize. That was rather improper of me," he said, not sounding the least bit sorry. I smiled back and leaned into him a little more.

"No more improper than my confession, or your brothers locking us in this room together."

Anthony hummed, leaning into me and pulling me close to him again, one hand tangling in my hair as he murmured into my ear.

"I feel the same, you know. I have for some time. I just never imagined that you would care for me as much as I cared for you."

I smiled, wrapping my arms tight around Anthony and holding him close. After a few seconds, we pulled apart, and although I wanted to kiss him, badly, I held back. We'd already crossed quite a few scandalous lines, after all. And now that I knew he felt the same way as I did, I didn't think I'd have to wait long for our courtship to make quite a few more things I wanted to do 'acceptable'.

"I suppose we owe your brothers a thank you for getting us to confess our feelings to each other," I said with a sigh. Anthony scoffed.

"Absolutely not. They still tricked us and physically locked us in a room. No matter how happy I am with the results, they deserve some payback."

I grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Anthony led me back over to his desk where the two of us sat shoulder to shoulder, plotting and planning the downfall of his brothers. I had no idea how long they intended to leave us in this room, but every additional minute meant more time to plan revenge.

Happily, it also meant more time with Anthony. And with any luck, the rest of my life would be filled with more time with Anthony.

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Hazbin Hotel “Haztober” Prompt List

I personally love love love Flufftober, Angstober, Kinktober, and Fictober! That’s why this year I am making my own! Every day I will write about one (or more) Hazbin Characters, using the daily prompts below:

Day 1: Making Caramel Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: ‘We fell in love in October.’

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Dinner Parties

Day 8: The night I lost you

Day 9: The night I found you

Day 10: Love Potion

Day 11: The Elevator~

Day 12-15: The One (Series)

Day 16: By The Fireplace

Day 17: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 18: For a Fortnight

Day 19: Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate, & Pumpkin Spice

Day 20: Jumping in a leaf pile

Day 21: Making Cookies!

Day 22: Kissing (and singing) In the rain

Day 23: The red means I love you~!

Day 24: Under the Weather

Day 25: Black Cats

Day 26: Apple Pies

Day 27: Full Moon

Day 28: Underneath the Sky

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat/Halloween

Day 32: Supriseee!!!

I’m super not excited to torture myself into writing everyday…but in the end…it will be so worth it!

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Richonne Fictober 2024 Rules, Guidelines, & Calendar

Richonne Fictober 2024 is a 31 day challenge for fanfiction writers/creators to write/create and publish a Richonne-centric story or related content everyday for the month of October.

Fics should be between 100 and 5,000 words. Rick and Michonne must be the main pairing. Richonne is an interracial pairing, so be mindful of tropes and language that perpetuates racism and misogynoir. Rick is a canonically disabled character, so be mindful of using tropes and language that is ableist. Fanartists should be mindful of not whitewashing Michonne, Andre, and RJ in their pieces.

Please tag @richonneevents and use the tag: #richonnefictober24

Be sure to tag your prompt and which day you are filling.

In addition to Richonne-centric fanfiction, creators are encouraged to make fanart; playlists; edits; moodboards; rec lists; graphics; podfics; gifsets; photo sets; fanvids etc.

WEEK 1

Day 1: Making Caramel / Candy Apples

Day 2: Seasonal Shopping (Clothes, decor, etc.)

Day 3: “The leaves are changing!”

Day 4: “Pumpkin spice...what?!”

Day 5: Autumn Breeze

WEEK 2

Day 6: Overcast Morning

Day 7: Bobbing for Apples

Day 8: Pumpkin Patch Visit

Day 9: Rainy Day

Day 10: Scarecrow

Day 11: Haunted Hayride / Haunted House

Day 12: Horror Movie Marathon

WEEK 3

Day 13: Jumping in A Leaf Pile

Day 14: Warm Apple Cider / Hot Chocolate etc

Day 15: Corn Maze

Day 16: By The Fire(place)

Day 17: Candles 

Day 18: Flannel

Day 19: Nestled Under Blankets

WEEK 4

Day 20: Festival 

Day 21: First Frost

Day 22: Kissing In The Rain

Day 23: Baking Pies

Day 24: Cemetery Stakeout 

Day 25: Black Cat

Day 26: Dead-End

WEEK 5

Day 27: Underneath The Sky

Day 28: Full Moon

Day 29: Carving Jack o’ Lanterns

Day 30: Costume Party

Day 31: Trick or Treat

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Nosy Brothers

Tech/Reader

Fictober Day 19 of 31

Words: 1,264

Summary: When Tech starts disappearing for hours at a time, Hunter grows curious about his brother's whereabouts. His biggest mistake though, was making a bet with Crosshair about what was happening.

Note: today was originally supposed to be an angsty kix fic, but the words were not wording and an anon told me that they missed tech, which got me thinking about how much i missed tech, so now there's this lol

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Hunter shuffled into the kitchen of the bungalow they had just begun to call home, his hair a mess as he stifled a yawn. Echo and Crosshair were sitting at the small table and talking quietly as the caf machine whirred to life. “Good morning,” Hunter said, unable to keep another yawn from breaking through. 

“You’re the last one up,” Echo said with a smile. 

One glance at the chronometer on the wall proved that statement much more believable, because this was much later than he was used to rising. “Yeah,” Crosshair added. “Even Batcher was awake before you.” 

“Where is everyone else?” Hunter asked, choosing to ignore the gentle teasing of his brothers. 

“Wrecker is out at the docks,” Crosshair said, and Hunter would have probably been able to guess that one if prompted. Ever since they settled here, Wrecker had found his calling among the fishermen of the island, and they had immediately accepted him as one of their own. It certainly helped that he was a natural at fishing, and his catches made regular appearances on their dinner menu. 

“I think Omega and Batcher went to see Lyana,” Echo added, which was another regular occurrence. 

“Where’s Tech?” 

Both Echo and Crosshair’s eyes widened slightly as they considered Hunter’s question (mainly, the fact that they didn’t have an answer to it). “Is he here?” Crosshair asked.

Hunter shook his head. “No. I passed his room; the door was open and it was empty.” 

“Maybe he’s off with Wrecker,” Echo said. 

That suggestion was logical enough for all of them to accept it, and the day went on as normal, no one thinking to ever ask Tech where he had been when they all reconvened later in the day. 

As time went on, Tech’s occasional disappearances became more and more common, and Hunter couldn’t help his curiosity. Out of everyone (except for maybe Crosshair), Tech had taken the longest to adjust to their new home and all the people they now shared a space with. Wrecker and Omega were naturally friendly, Echo had spent so much of his life among hundreds of his brothers, and Hunter liked to think that everyone else had been settling in well, albeit a little more cautious, but he couldn’t help but worry a little at Tech’s new habits. That feeling only continued to grow when his brother’s disappearances started happening more often, never with any warning, and he returned only when everyone was going to bed. 

“Where do you think he’s going?” Hunter asked Crosshair one morning as they sat at the table with mugs of caf and watched Tech walk out the door, no tools or bags in his hands that might give any kind of clue to his intent. 

Crosshair shrugged. “Maybe he’s seeing someone.” 

“If he is, I think I’d fall over.” 

The smirk that appeared on his brother’s face could be categorized as slightly worrying, and but Hunter didn’t think to consider what he may have just started. “Wanna bet on it?” 

But of course, as reasonable and rational as he wanted to be, he also wasn’t one to immediately write off a wager. “For what?” 

“If he’s got a partner, you owe me ten credits,” Crosshair said. “If he’s doing anything else, I’ll pay you.” 

That’s an easy bet, Hunter thought as he nodded, sticking his hand out for his brother to shake. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

***

It wasn’t until several rotations later that Hunter finally received an answer regarding Tech’s disappearances, as he was out one morning watching the sun rise over the waves. Without turning his head, he could hear the sound of footsteps moving away from their home, and from the pattern in which they fell he knew it was Tech. Finally, he thought, waiting until he wouldn’t be heard to start tailing his brother. 

Despite the fact that all four of them had advanced hearing (though Hunter’s was of course the most developed), Tech didn’t seem to have any idea that he was being followed as he walked towards the central hub of the city, though he struck Hunter by surprise when he veered off in the direction of the beach. 

Taking cover behind rocks and boulders, Hunter peeked around to watch as Tech walked up to someone. Crouched low to the ground, you were inspecting something in one of the tide pools that had collected on the shoreline, and there was a large clear container sitting next to you. From where he was standing (this is where Crosshair’s vision would come in handy), it looked like the box was filled with water as brightly colored blobs (sea creatures maybe?) floated throughout. 

Immediately, Hunter was feeling confident about his chances for this bet. Of course Tech would manage to find and work with the island’s scientists and researchers. While Wrecker’s fascination with the island’s aquatic inhabitants mostly revolved around what was edible (and tasted the best), Tech had always shown interest in all the creatures they had seen on missions to different planets, whether they were carnivorous plants, brightly colored bugs, or surprisingly gentle giant tooka-like creatures in the middle of the jungle.  Whatever he was doing working with this person, he was clearly happy, and Hunter couldn’t help but feel some of the worry in his mind about his brother subside. 

However, that contentment was replaced with a feeling of shock as he watched you lean over and plant a (rather passionate, if he was being honest) kiss on Tech’s lips, and the reality of the situation had truly set in: he was about to be ten credits poorer. 

At this point his curiosity regarding who you were and how you met Tech was fully piqued. He made his way over to you both, under the guise of searching for Omega and Batcher (who, as far as he was aware, were still snuggled together in bed). He could tell that Tech didn’t quite believe him as he spoke, but he humored his brother before the conversation changed topics. Hunter smiled as he turned to you and introduced himself, unable to resist the urge to tease Tech a little bit. “Is my brother bothering you?” 

You laughed, both at Hunter’s joke and the expression of annoyance that flashed across Tech’s face at the interruption, and then you joined in on the fun. “A little bit, but I can’t seem to get rid of him.” 

“Cyare!” Tech clearly wasn’t expecting that, and Hunter smiled at the betrayed expression on his face. The pet name he called you only added to the growing pile of proof; he had certainly lost the bet. 

“I’m just kidding,” you laughed, leaning in to place a kiss on Tech’s cheek. 

“Is that why you’ve kept all this a secret?” Hunter asked with a smile. “Because you’re afraid we’d all tease you?” 

“No,” was Tech’s response. “I was going to tell you.”

“You couldn’t have told me before I made a bet with Crosshair? I’m out ten credits now.” 

“But Crosshair knows already,” you said, cocking your head to the side. “We ran into him about a week ago in the market.” 

“Was it before Taungsday?” Hunter asked, and Tech nodded. 

Hunter tried to keep his cool as the conversation continued, and eventually plans were being made for you to join the Batch for dinner in a couple rotations. But no matter how happy he was for Tech, because it seemed that he truly found the perfect partner for him, one thought kept running through his mind. 

He was so going to kill Crosshair.

- the end -

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Fictober Day 19: Spare Moments

Prompt: "This is getting ridiculous"

For the anon who asked for a story where Mulder and Scully are bowling. Bonus points for them eating hot dogs. Rating: T, wc: 1,008.

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

They’re not on a date. She repeats the words in her head like a mantra. This isn’t a date; it can’t be.

Or is it a date?

She steals glances at Mulder, sipping his beer, chatting with the Gunmen, and occasionally checking up on her. They’re just two friends hanging out at a bowling alley. There’s nothing unusual about it at all. She takes a sip from her own beer at the exact moment that Mulder looks over at her. He’s smiling hard, his face devoid of worry.

But maybe it’s a date, after all.

After Mulder's impromptu baseball lesson, she went through the same spiel last week. Had that been a date? Was him asking her to join the Gunmen and a few others for a friendly game of bowling a date? She hasn’t been this mystified by matters of the heart since she was 16 years old and waiting for the boy she liked to ask her out. Mulder hasn’t asked her out, has he?

“You want a hot dog, Scully?” She’s been so tangled in her thoughts that she hasn’t noticed Mulder walk up to her. He sits down and their legs press together.

“What?”

“A hot dog. Frohike says they sell the best hot dogs he’s ever had here. I don’t know how accurate that description is, but you do look dazed, and I didn’t want to be a bad d- friend.”

She stares at him, wondering what word he just stumbled over, and whether he’s been having similar thoughts to hers.

“I wouldn’t mind a hot dog.” His face lights up and there’s that smile again. “It’s almost your turn, though.” She points at the board where their names are written down. They’re on the same team. Langly tried to split them up, but neither Mulder nor Frohike would stand for it.

I’ll be quick,” he promises, touching her shoulder in passing as he rushes over to the snack bar.

“Where is lover boy going?” Her eyes following Mulder, Scully is surprised to see Frohike take the place next to her.

“To get hot dogs,” Scully replies.

“They’re good,” Frohike says and she gets the feeling he wants to say more. But true to his word, Mulder returns a moment later, a hot dog in each hand.

“I hope you’re right about these.” Mulder hands one of the hot dogs to Scully and takes a bite from his own. “Well, you weren’t wrong,” he says with his mouth full.

“Mulder, you’re up,” Langly yells, holding out a bowling ball to him. Still chewing, he hands his hot dog to Scully.

“Can you hold this?” he asks with a grin and she just nods. She watches as he takes the ball and effortlessly throws a strike. Byers – as part of their team – cheers and claps. Mulder, however, only has eyes for Scully. His grin is victorious and sweeter than any dessert she’s ever sampled.

“Your hot dog,” she says at the same time as he says, “did you see that?” They realize their faux pas and laugh, grinning at each other.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Frohike says with a snort. Until now, she’d forgotten he was sitting next to her. “Get it together, you two. This is a family place.” He stomps off to the ball rack, searching for one that works for him.”

“I still have your hot dog,” Scully tries again, trying to ignore what their friend just said.

“Thank you,” Mulder says, but instead of taking it from her hand, he lowers his head, and bites a piece off, smiling up at her. All she can do is stare at him, speechless. “Bowling fingers,” he says, wriggling them at her before he takes the food from her hand.

“It’s good, isn’t it? Frohike was right.” She’s telling the truth, but she no longer feels hungry. What did Frohike mean? What does this evening mean? This isn’t the first time she’s been invited to join Mulder and the Gunmen. Yet, it feels like something has shifted. It had shifted before their baseball lesson. Before, they’d move at a glacial pace and now they’re speeding ahead. It’s giving her whiplash.

“He was right,” Mulder says, his voice so soft that she turns to face him. “About the hot dog, but also about this getting ridiculous.”

“What do you mean?” She swallows hard.

“Nothing, just-”

“Your turn, Scully.” It’s Frohike. Everyone is watching her as she hands Mulder the rest of her hot dog and she walks up to the ball rack. She finds her bowling ball easily enough; she’s got the smallest hands.

She takes a deep breath, calculates at what speed she should throw, and at what angle. If only her mind wasn’t so distracted. Mulder was about to say something just now. What is getting ridiculous? Is it them? Is this a date?

The bowling ball feels heavy in her hand, but not as heavy as her emotions somersaulting. She realizes that it doesn’t matter. What matters is how she interprets it.

The question is whether she wants this to be a date. She feels Mulder’s eyes on her back. He’s waiting for her to make a decision, too. In the end, it’s easier than she thought it would be. She throws the ball and holds her breath. Both teams erupt in joy as all the pins fall.

Strike.

She turns around, grinning, and the others cheer and holler. Mulder flashes her a smile, waiting for her to return to him.

“You’re amazing, Scully,” he says, breathless.

“Mulder, is this a date?” The words tumble from her mouth and the corner of his mouth switches.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether you want it to be one or not.”

“What if I do?”

“Then it is one.”

“Good.” She grabs her hot dog from his hand, leaning into him. Her free hand hesitates before landing on his thigh – it might be new, but it feels right. In that moment, she decides that this is her space now, her quiet claim on him.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 19: Brahms Heelshire

At first I was a little hesitant to do Brahms but I knew I couldn't let Fictober go without including him in it so here we have day 19! I know we have a handful more days to go but I can't believe we're heading so fast towards November already but don't you worry I have even more fun events in the works for both November and December <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Aftercare? What are you talking about, He's the baby. He's the one who gets the aftercare. If you wanna take a bath he'll happily join you but don't expect much else besides you having to do clean up.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

He's immature so considering this his favorite body part on him is probably his dick. He likes how good he can make you feel and how good you can make him feel with it.

His favorite body part on you again would be very immature so probably your chest or your ass. Whichever he's really feeling at the time being.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Messy as fuck and only sometimes does he cum inside you. Seeing how much of a mess he can make thrills him so he goes out of his way to make it as messy as possible.

D is for Dirty Secret:

His dirty secret is pretty obvious but he still wouldn't let you know. He was watching you through the walls before he revealed himself to you. His favorite time to watch you was when you would shower, he would sit for hours touching himself to the sight and thought of the warm water running over your naked body.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

None like whatsoever. He's lived in the walls essentially his entire adult life. No previous partners, no previous encounters of any sexual nature. He knew how to touch himself, that was about it.

F is for Favorite Position:

Well first off he doesn't really know what "Positions" are unless you tell him what their called. So he likes really anything since to him it all feels good and he's got nothing to compare it to yet.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He's not goofy but not serious either, he's just sort of clueless. He's gotta figure out what he's doing before he gives you any reaction so give him some time to get his bearings.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

If you want him groomed your gonna have to show him how to do it. He's been living in the walls as I said his entire adult life and then some, of course he's a bit unruly down there BUT it's not gross. His parents at least had enough sense to tell him he should shower at least from time to time and use proper hygiene, he just doesn't trim his hair down there.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

He's actually really romantic, even though he is clueless as hell he does still care about you. He wants you to love him as much as he loves you and wants to ensure you'll stick around.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

How often do you shower and change clothes? cause even if he's not physically next to you he's still always watching. Pretty much every time you do either of those things he sees it as an excuse to touch himself.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Another thing he doesn't really quite have down yet. However he does like it when you call him a good boy and tell him how good he makes you feel. (Praise Kink)

He also really likes when you let him tie you up so he can play with you. This is where is immaturity shines since things can devolve into not sex related activities as he will no doubt leave you tied up like that for hours. (Bondage)

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

Everywhere really, all over his house he really doesn't care. The messier the better in Brahms's opinion. Plus your the babysitter he isn't, so it's not like he's the one who has to clean it.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

Literally everything turns him on. Sex scenes in shows you make him watch to you eating popsicles in the summer. He's essentially going to be attached to you at the hip and ready for sex at all times.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

He's another one I can see not liking to physically hurt you. I mean sure he can be mean with teasing, but there's a big difference between mean teasing and physically hurting you and even Brahms knows that.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Your mouth on his dick, 24/7 365. If you show him how he'll give you something back from time to time but he LOVES receiving and is a hard egg to crack to convince otherwise.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

He can get rough at times, but he always goes kinda fast. He's desperate to fuck you and reach his climax so he goes as fast as possible to reach his climax as fast as possible (Teach this boy how to sex)

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

From the blurb above pretty much everything with Brahms is a quickie. At least to start off with, with the way he acts like it's a race to cum.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He thinks having basic sex is already experimenting so just start bringing stuff up to him and he'll be happy to oblige. He's quite literally a blank slate when it comes to sex so give this baby some experiences.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

He can go for a good few hours. He does get tired though once he's came a couple times. Sometimes though you do have to remind him to ease off you and take a break to not overwork himself.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

Again entirely blank slate when it comes to anything sexual. So feel free to show him the ropes and introduce whatever toys you want. He'll be very vocal when you try a toy he doesn't like so you can try and refine his palette.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

Mean teasing all the time, this is where his childish nature shines so get used to childish insults he doesn't actually mean that's just literally what he thinks flirting is like.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He can get pretty loud, he's totally a whiner and moans from time to time so he gets pretty loud. Luckily the house is always empty so he can be as loud as his heart desires.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

I could see him liking when you dress up as like a French maid or something cliche like that. He really likes to see you in skimpy outfits and barely there underwear.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

6 inches solid. It's also curved upwards towards the end with just the right amount of girth to stretch you out when it's inside you.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Again literally a gust of wind could turn him on so his sex drive is through the roof. He yearns for you every second of every day and can't believe that he has you all to himself.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

Pretty much right after unless the two of you wanna take a bath. This baby is out like a light until the morning so save any questions, comments and concerns until then.

[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 19- Let Me Worry

HERE IS OUR LONE WOLF BABIES!!!

FICTOBER

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Warnings- werewolves, mention of death, murder, violence, blood, wounds, etc

WC- 1.7k

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“Harry, please.” Her hand ran over his clammy forehead, wincing at the state of her mate. “Let me take care of you. Let me worry about you.” She whispered, feeling him huff as her fingers brushed his hair out of his eyes. They were bloodshot and the splatters of blood that wasn’t his own was yet to be wiped off his pretty face. Y/N hated seeing him in pain, despite his best efforts to continue his stoic demeanor. 

The lodge was bustling with people, injuries, while not as many as they inflicted on others, enough to make Y/N squirm. She was the alpha’s mate and had been in charge when they’d gone on a run to the perimeter, doing the weekly check of stores at the northeast guard shelter, only to find him dead. It had been an ambush, a nasty one, one that had a bloody wound on his stomach that made her own twist in both disgust and nerves. 

“My love, I will heal quickly.” His good hand reached to her, holding her hand as it caressed his face. “You shouldn’t worry too much. It’s not good for you. I will be alright. I have a good outcome. Damien did not.” Y/N could feel his hurt, seeing the shadow cross his eyes. However ruthless and merciless as Harry could be, he loved his pack. He hated any loss they had, and knowing that there must have been some sort of infiltration they’d missed had him reeling. It was too close to comfort. He had his mate, his packs, dozens of pups that played openly in the fields that the pack members trusted his lead to keep safe. 

He felt like he failed. 

“I know.” His mate whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I know it pains you, Alpha. It hurts, but it isn’t your fault and I won’t have you blaming yourself for such a tragedy. I will not.” She kept her voice soft but the tone firm. Y/N knew that his defenses were nearly foolproof and it had to be someone else's error. She sat in his office with him often as he went over the perimeter cameras, as he made plans, sometimes falling asleep in the crook of his neck as he typed with one hand and used the other to keep her steady in his lap. He was hard working and dedicated to his pack and the safety of al of them. That much was never doubted within them. 

“I don’t know how someone could have bypassed anything without getting caught.” He mumbled to her, watching as she took a cloth and dipped it into the warm water before stroking it over his cheek. When it was pulled away he saw the stain, confirming it was indeed blood he had spilled. While the inner beast in him had been satisfied in ripping the throats of the enemy, it was still pacing back and forth with the unease that someone had dared infringe on his territory. “If anyone hurt you, if anyone got to you….” He closed his eyes, jaw clenched tight as the muscles of his neck pulled. “I would burn down the world for you, my love. You were my first thought.” 

Ah. That was the reason she was having a harder time calming him down. In the past when he had gotten angry, it was easy to soothe him and lower his hackles with a sweet kiss, a stroke, a little distraction. But having a fear driven by the idea of his one and only soulmate being harmed? That was enough to make any wolf crazy, let alone Harry. He admitted himself he was extremely protective of her. 

“I see.” She continued cleaning his face. “Well, I understand. I feel the same way about you. I wanted to cry the moment they brought me the news, but I already knew you were injured. No one knew why.” Her brows pulled as Harry pulled her hand away to kiss the back of it, softening up her face again. “But you’d never allow anyone to hurt me. It will be impossible to penetrate the barriers after this, but even more so? I know. The fates have told me even in my dreams, you’re my protector.” Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, looking into his eyes. They were still dark, the animal in him far from settled, but she knew she was starting to get through to him. 

“Of course I will.” He puffed his chest, voice strong despite the exhaustion lacing it. “I told you, I would make everything and everyone burn if it meant I could keep you safe. I’d slaughter an entire pack if they posed a threat to you.” The man was serious and she knew that all too well. There was no way of denying how much he loved her. If it felt as all encompassing and intense to Harry as it did to her, she could understand his unease over not fully knowing if there was anyone else out there targeting not only him, but his pack. “No one will harm you. No one will touch a single hair on your precious head.” His snarl made her lean back over, seeing now he was getting a bit too worked up as she gently sushed him. 

“I know, my love. I know. Don’t work yourself up all the way now. You’ve got to focus your energy on healing quickly. The faster you heal, the faster you can go to work on finding out who the hostages are.” Fingers dipped into the salve, wiping it across a scrape on his cheek. He healed faster than most, the one on his face sure to be gone by tomorrow, but the salve will prevent scarring. “I’m worried. I don’t like this gash on your side, and I don’t like that you keep trying to get up.” She had been asked by the pack healer to get him to calm down, his irrational anger making him try to limp out of the room to continue the fight. Her gentle rubbing moved over his skin, making a bit of a purr erupt from his throat. 

“There we go.” She praised him. “No one is here right now but me. You’re safe, you’ve protected your pack and your mate. You are a fierce wolf, but right now I need you to let me fuss over you and ensure your face is kept pretty and you keep your body laying down for as long as possible.” 

The wound had been cleaned by the healer and bandaged, though she warned there was likely scarring. Y/N had taken care of the rest. Harry sat quietly as he stewed in his own head, working through cleaning the rest of the blood and dirt from his skin. He wasn’t in the condition to shower just yet, so a washcloth clean up was the best she could do. Her touched seemed to slowly relax him, his body sinking further into the bed as she hummed under her breath and the fire roared in their fireplace opposite their bed. 

“You need to drink.” Y/N coaxed, placing the straw at his mouth and watching as he took sips of water. It wasn’t often that Harry took this sort of treatment, especially because he was the one tending to Y/N with his vulnerability that he hid from everyone else, so she was relieved he actually allowed himself to sit still so she could. “You’re all clean now. I will run downstairs and fill in the people who need to know and get you some food. The door will be guarded. Is that alright?”

Harry grumbled, pulling her hand closer to him to lay on his chest. He was clean now, but his warmth made him sweat a little as he frowned up at his mate. “No. Stay with me, please. I want them to come up to me and ask.” Y/N wanted to sigh, but she knew this was about as good as it was going to get. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight and he wanted to be kept in the loop. She had gotten lucky with him sitting in the bed without trying to escape from her. “Now lay in bed with me, my love. Let them come up to us when they finish tending to the rest. If I talk now, I won’t be able to stop myself from going out to the prison and…” 

Y/N could fill in the gaps. She knew damn well that Harry’s infamous temper would erupt on the few captives they did take. She just needed to keep him down and relaxed until most of the gash had closed up, and that was going to be her goal now that she had met his limit. 

“Alright.” She sighed, moving around the bed and going to crawl in before he rose up a hand. 

“What?”

“Naked. Have you forgotten my rules?” His little smirk made her want to roll her eyes. Even in pain, he was open to being a little pervert. Instead, she did as he requested, letting the clothing fall to the floor before crawling inside of the sheets and allowing him to wrap his good arm around her shoulders. She was careful not to jostle him or put any strain on his body as she relaxed into his chest, eyes closing when she took a big inhale. 

“I think if you stay with me like this.. I will heal much faster.” Harry murmured, turning his head to brush his lips against her forehead. “Gives me motivation so I can take you again. Because I know you won’t let me tonight.” 

“You are such a boy.” Y/N laughed, patting his chest. “You’re correct in that assumption. I have a strict no open wounds during sex policy, sorry.”

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Fictober Challenge

Hello everyone! I wanted to get back into writing since it’s been so long (other than the Az fic). With October around the corner, I’m excited to do another writing challenge and would love some inspiration. So please send in some requests! I prefer angst, but I’m open to any ideas.

A/N: Writing every day for a whole month was nothing short of a whirlwind. There were moments of exhaustion and moments of inspiration, but somehow, I pushed through. Sometimes, I had to improvise and pull ideas out of thin air, and there were days when I found myself writing two or three pieces just to keep up. It was both draining and deeply rewarding. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy this collection that came from hard work and late nights! 🧡

Fluff🍁

Appropriate amount of angst? 🍂

Pure/heavy angst 🌧️

Day 1: Still Not Over You Qimir x reader 🍂

Day 2: Bound by Duty part 1 Cassian x reader 🍁🍂

Day 3: The Price of Vengeance Sam Winchester x reader 🌧️

Day 4: Shadow of the Past Alexander Morozova x reader 🍂

Day 5: What We Could’ve Been Part 1 Eris Vanserra x reader 🍁

Day 6: A Heart Off Guard drabble Steve Rogers x reader 🍁

Day 7: Forever in the Dark Part 1 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader 🍁🍂

Day 8: Forever in the Dark Part 2 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader 🍁🌧️

Day 9: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 10 Azriel x reader 🍁🍂

Day 10: Drowning in Silence Dean Winchester x reader 🍁🍂

Day 11: Behind the Walls Erik Lehnsherr x reader 🍁🍂

Day 12: In Another World Part 1 Kylo Ren x reader 🍂

Day 13: More Than Enough Azriel x reader. 🍁🍂

Day 14: Trouble Xaden Riorson x reader 🍁🍂

Day 15: No More Running Qimir x reader 🍁🍂

Day 16: A Heart Off Guard Steve Rogers x reader 🍁🌧️?

Day 17: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 11 Azriel x reader 🌧️

Day 18: Forbidden Desire Rhysand x reader 🍁

Day 19: Torn by the Dark Part 1 Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x reader 🍂

Day 20: Fading Love John Shelby x reader 🌧️

Day 21: The Mighty Cold Thor Odinson x reader 🍁

Day 22: Torn by the Dark Part 2 Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x reader 🌧️

Day 23: Only One of You Rhysand x reader 🍁🍂

Day 24: Convenient Inconvenience Xaden Riorson x reader 🍁

Day 25: Bound by Duty part 2 Cassian x reader 🍁🍂

Day 26: A Song of Ice & Shadow Part 12 Azriel x reader 🌧️

Day 27: In Another World Part 2 Kylo Ren x reader 🍁🍂

Day 28: Die for Love Jaskier x reader 🌧️

Day 29: What We Could’ve Been Part 2 Eris Vanserra x reader 🍁🌧️

Day 30: A Comforting Presence Anakin Skywalker x reader 🍁🍂

Day 31: Not So Rational Azriel x reader 🍁

[fuunhyde]

I took part in fictober this year!

I did most promts up to this day, from the list from @fictober-event <3

I'm ending early this year, so I decided to post a whole list of what I wrote instead of posting everyday up to date hah He're the whole collection:

But if someone prefer's it more specific, here's the list:

1. "Energy Rush" — Traffic Liht Trio — fluffy, silly goofy short — "that was good work" — wc: 587

2. "all that's left is us"—ShadowPeach—bittersweet, light angst and fluff—"it's been a long time" — wc: 1889

3. "Cyan" — ShadowPeach— bittersweet, light angst and hurt/comfort —"I know you better" — wc: 2035

4. "Found, not Funded" — MK, MEI, WUKONG, MACAQUE — some silly goffy short —"no, we're not doing that" — wc: 1303

5. "Sacrivaces and Devotion"— LBD and Mayor — sweet short fluff—"it's a new day, let's go" — wc: 459

6. "how can hands that hurt each other fit so well together?" — ShadowPeach— angst, hurt/comfort —"I'm not giving up" — wc: 1863

7. "Univited" — SpicyNoodles — short fluff —"follow me if you want to live" — wc: 810

8. "Winds of the Past" — Macaque-centric, slight shadowpeach — a bit of angst but with a happy payoff —"are we happy?" — wc: 1287

9. "Focus"— SpicyNoodles — short and attempt at humor I guess—"don't listen to me, listen to them" — wc: 435

10. "Pot" — Pigsy and Tang and smol MK — fluf but short —"is this normal?" — wc: 379

11. "managing a noodle shop" — Chimera — sweet and short —"well, that worked out great" — wc: 306

12. "Slight Fright" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort, fluff —"did you hear that?" — wc: 1065

13. "Sorry, sorry for what" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"that's not the point" — wc: 898

15. "bumped cars" — ShadowPeach— fluff, suggestive, talk about sex, +18—"let's try this" — wc: 552

16. "scratching scars" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"no, I'm not okay" — wc: 876

17. "Shadows and Spices" — Macaque and Red Son — sweet, short familly fluff —"strangest thing I ever heard" — wc: 420

18. "thinking inside the box" — ShadowPeach— hurt/comfort —"you always have a plan" — wc: 622

19. "Dress Up" — ShadowPeach— mild smut, suggestive, +18 —"this is getting ridiculous" — wc: 444

20. "explosions in your eyes" — ShadowPeach— fluff and hurt/comfort—"I saw your eyes light up" — wc: 455

21. "consequences" — ShadowPeach— mild smut, suggestive , +18—"we've done worse" — wc: 571

22. "peeping from the shadows" — Macaque and Red Son — very short, fluff and humor —"why are we doing this again?" — wc: 228

23. "rotting away" — ShadowPeach— angst, hurt/comfort, death, hopeful ending—"we can fix this, I know we can" — wc: 1065

25. "burns" — Mei and Red Son — hurt/comfort, short & sweet—"it consumes me" — wc: 520

27. "My hands are rough, but you don't seem to mind"— ShadowPeach— smut and angst —"let me remind you" — wc: 1544

So that's my addition in this year! 24/31 works, maybe not a full deck like last year, but I've been busy, so I still count it as a win haha

See ya all next year!

=)

[seozii]

ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ % Malangz fictober › ࣪ ˖ ⌕

© 2024 — all rights reserved @seozii @orimuraa @kpislby

DAY 1 — My royalty - Kim Sunoo (enhypen) by Yeji

DAY 2 — Letters - Nishimura Riki (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 3 — we fell in love in October - park jongseong (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 4 — sweater weather - Lee heeseung (Enhypen) by Yeji

DAY 5 — Silent reading - Park sunghoon (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 6 — it’s too late - Park sunghoon (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 7 — our season - Shen Ricky (zb1) by Jiji

DAY 8 — US - Nishimura Riki (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 9 — Two clueless best friends - Yang Jungwon by Jaxi

DAY 10 — Mine all mine - Nishimura Riki (Enhypen) by Jiji

DAY 11 — Babysit - Yang Jungwon (Enhypen) By seo

DAY 12 — the distance in his eyes - Lee Heeseung (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 13 — Hundred broken hearts - Sim Jaeyun (Enhypen) by JIJI

DAY 14 — Bf! Text - Lee heeseung (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 15 — We belong together - Park jongseong (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 16 — Wait for your love - Sung Hanbin (zb1) by JIJI

DAY 17 — I Luv U - OT7 (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 18 — Mocking bird - Sim Jaeyun (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 19 — 143, I love you! - Lee Felix (Skz) by JIJI

DAY 20 — Big baby - Sim Jaeyun (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 21 — Lie about us - Park jeonseong (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 22 — Die with a smile - Yang Jungwon (Enhypen) by JIJI

DAY 23 — Big spoon, small spoon - OT7 (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 24 — ??

DAY 25 — Forever and ever with you - Lee Minho (Skz) by JIJI

DAY 26 — Tired - Park jeongseong (Enhypen) by seo

Mtba

[val-creative]

Fictober Day 19: “this is getting ridiculous”

Barbie/Barbie (Barbie 2023)

For @fictober-event Day 19 prompt!

Type: Fanfiction | Fandom: Barbie (2023) | Ship: Barbie Handler/Weird Barbie | Warnings & Triggers: None!

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All throughout Barbie Land...

"Hi, Barbie~!"

"Hi, Barbie~~! Oh, you're so pretty♥~!"

"YOU'RE so pretty♥~~♥~, Barbie!"

"*I* was pretty once..."

"We know, Weird Bar--I mean, Barbie."

"Yeahhh... I know you know."

"This is getting ridiculous."

Stifling a yawn, Barbara wakes up. A memory, she supposes. A memory of being a Barbie from Barbie Land, not Barbara Handler.

"You up?" Gloria asks cheerfully, knocking. "There's a visitor."

Barbara, in fluffy bunny-slippers and a robe, wanders to the front door opened. A woman, taller than Barbara, motions awkwardly.

"You look different," she blurts out, grinning wide. "Hotter, actually."

Confused, Barbara squints sleepily. Then, it hits her. It wasn't so easy to tell without the colorful, chopped hair and marker-scribblings.

"Oh my gosh... Barbie...?"

"Nah. Just call me weird," the other former-Barbie says, no less enthusiastic. "Or Preminger. For some reason, I really like Preminger."

Laughing joyously, Barbara hugs her, feeling real warmth.

"Awh. Missed you too, Barbasaurs-Rex."