#halloween prompts 2k19

[pain-somnia]

Helping Hands

Rating: M (for sexual content, it gets limey) Disclaimer Day’s Notes: this was written for “Things That Go Bump In The Night” for the Halloween prompts I made for October. I had it up on Patreon early so that’s why it’s being posted now in November lol.  Just a little warning, this one-shot is a ghost story so there is a major character death that is alluded to. The story is meant to be bittersweet and angsty...don't expect a happy ending. Mentions of InoKarin.

Helping Hands

“I’m home,” Sasuke called out to his empty apartment out of habit. It had been months since he heard a response back. The only sound was the soft buzz of the fish tank’s equipment.

Sighing to himself, he shrugged out of his hoodie and tossed it over the back of the couch. He slumped into the couch and laid back, taking off his glasses and throwing an arm over his eyes. He was beginning to nod off when a delicious aroma invaded his senses. He sniffed the air and sat up when he realized how strong the smell was.

“Tonjiro?” Sasuke lifted the cover of the small pot on his stove. He grabbed a serving spoon and stirred the contents. The soup was still steaming as if freshly made.

Eat up while it’s still hot, a soft voice whispered in his mind. And then take a warm bath.

Sasuke shook his head and dumped a few spoonfuls into a bowl. He ignored the familiar voice in his head and made a note of calling his mother to thank her for the food but to also remind her that she needed to call him if she planned on dropping by his apartment.

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Sasuke woke up the next day in his bed, confused. The last thing he could recall was falling asleep on the couch while watching a DVD. He had been drinking a bit so maybe he was just misremembering the events of the previous night.

He stood in the middle of his living room, dazed and confused. He thought there would be a mess of bottles but the living room was as neat as when he arrived home from work the evening before.

Which was suspicious as well, but he had left it at it being his mother who cleaned up when she stopped by to make pork soup. Sasuke wished she had bought the ingredients herself instead of using the ones in his fridge because now he was going to have to go grocery shopping.

Sasuke unwrapped the plate of onigiri that was in the fridge and munched on it as he checked on the fish in the tank.

He knew he would have to call his mother soon. The past few months had been hard on him and he never really had the energy to prepare anything anymore. Sasuke usually didn’t have an appetite but he could always expect Karin to swing by his work station and offer up part of her lunch. She usually had two bentos because she was always hungry, but lately she made sure it ended up in his hands. It was either that or Jūgo suggesting softly that they meet up with Suigetsu to grab a bite.

The three of them had always been clingy but they had become even more so ever since the accident. It was like they didn’t trust Sasuke to be alone anymore.

Sasuke couldn’t blame them for it. He didn’t trust himself to be alone sometimes.

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He was sleeping on the couch again. He was always sleeping on the couch if he could get away with it.

Sakura clucked her tongue and used her favorite throw to cover him up. Months later and he still kept her favorite blanket on the back of the couch like she always did. She loved curling up on the couch to watch movies but if Sasuke wasn’t there she needed a blanket to keep warm. She used to get cold so easily.

She didn’t feel cold now. She didn’t feel much of anything these days.

Brushing his bangs away from his face, Sakura murmured, “This is bad for your back, Sasuke-kun. You need to go to bed.”

Sasuke sighed in his sleep, shifting so that he was lying on his side instead of on his back. He mumbled a bit and then settled back into sleep.

Sighing in frustration that her suggestion hadn’t worked this time, Sakura tucked the throw around his body as much as she could. The blanket had been meant for her, not her husband, and wasn’t large enough to completely cover him, but if she grabbed the duvet from their bed it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

She hated when he drank but it was always easier to get away with her actions when he was inebriated.

“What am I going to do with you, Sasuke-kun?” Sakura mumbled, fiddling with the chain of the necklace Sasuke wore. She slipped a finger into the smaller band of the rings he wore on the chain.

He was doing a lot better the past few weeks than he had the first two months after the accident. With a soft smile, Sakura’s eyes shifted over his form taking in all the small changes. Slowly, he had been gaining his weight back. Sasuke had refused to touch food the first few weeks after her death. Mikoto, her mother-in-law, had dragged him back to their family home to watch over him.

That was when Sakura first realized she was dead.

She had found herself standing in the apartment in a daze, unsure of why she was there. The last thing she remembered was walking to the train station on her way to visit her parents. She had news for them that she wanted to tell them in person. And then she was back in her apartment.

Sakura had attempted to leave her apartment, but every time she walked out the door she found herself back in her bedroom. She made several attempts to leave but then she would find herself in a different room of the apartment.

Panic had settled in and she had been relieved when the door to their apartment clicked open. But the person she wanted to see hadn’t walked in. Instead, Karin━the friend that had introduced her to her husband━had come in, eyes glassy and mumbling to herself.

Sakura called out to her but Karin simply walked into her and Sasuke’s bedroom and rifled through the drawers, taking out Sasuke’s clothes. She watched her march over to the hall closet and fumble with the travel bags. Karin held up Sakura’s travel bag, a gift from her for Sakura when she had invited her on the trip she first introduced her to Sasuke.

Karin had clutched the bag to her chest and pressed her back to the closet door. She slid to the ground, sobbing into her hand. “What am I going to tell Ino?”

Sakura could only watch as Karin sat there crying softly, pressing her face into the travel bag. She stayed there for a few more minutes before wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand and then continued to pack Sasuke’s clothing, mumbling to herself again.

Sakura had tried to follow her out but found herself back in her kitchen.

It could have been days, maybe weeks, before Sasuke finally came home. She never got hungry or tired. Time was nonexistent, the rising and falling of the sun blurring until she could no longer segment the days into separate periods.

Sasuke had all but fallen into the apartment. Uncharacteristically graceless, he slumped against the door to the apartment to push it open. He toed off his shoes, not bothering to set them straight in the genkan and tossed his travel bag without paying mind to where it fell.

His jaw was covered with stubble and his hair even more disheveled than usual. There was a red rim around the lower part of his eyes that made them look larger than usual.

Calling him a mess was putting it mildly. Sakura had only seen him like that once before when his older brother had been hospitalized with clots in his lungs. He had barely slept, only properly resting when Itachi was discharged.

It hurt to watch him destroy himself the way he did. It was violent in its subtleness the way he woke up stumbling to the bathroom, got ready for work in silence, and then left for hours to go to work only to come home dead on his feet. Sasuke would collapse on the couch without eating, sometimes not even bothering with taking off his work clothes.

Other nights sleep would evade him and he self medicated by drinking on an empty stomach. Sakura had been the lightweight of the two, down for the count first but would wake up without a hangover as if alcohol had never entered her system. Sasuke was the heavyweight but mornings had always been hard for him and only got worse if he had gotten drunk the night before.

“Pleasant dreams,” Sakura murmured against his hairline, brushing her lips against his forehead. “Please?”

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Ino’s face was red from either the blistering cold or the fury she was feeling. Her face was blotchy and her lashes bare in a way that Sakura wasn’t used to seeing her. Ino also wasn’t one to leave the house without her long hair frizz free and pin straight but here she was, hair an untamable wave swaying violently as she stomped across the apartment.

She opened and slammed drawers in search of something. Sakura shook with rage at the disorder she was causing. She wouldn’t have enough time to clean it all up before Sasuke returned home.

“You need to clean that up,” Karin drawled, almost bored. She was busy in the kitchen unpacking groceries.

Out of the two of them Sakura was most grateful for her intrusion. Karin had come over to make sure Sasuke had more food than beer in his fridge while Ino had stormed in in search of—whatever it was Sakura didn’t know. It was the first time she had seen Ino since she passed and it wasn’t what she had been expecting.

“Aha!” Ino exclaimed, pulling out a red hair ribbon of Sakura’s that was hidden away in a memory box in the back of Sasuke’s closet. “I told him I wanted this, but noooo the asshole couldn’t part with one single fucking thing, could he?”

“He’s going to be pissed off about the mess,” Karin scolded her. “And he’s going to notice that that’s missing.”

“Fuck him!” Ino seethed, clutching the ribbon tighter in her grip. “He’s not the only one that loved her. He’s not the only one allowed to mourn.”

“She’s his wife, Ino.” Karin flinched at her own words and crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively. “Was his wife.”

Ino flinched at the correction and held the ribbon to her chest. “Well, she was my best friend and now she’s gone and it’s his fault.”

“You know that’s not true,” Karin snapped.

“He should have been with her!” A sob breaking into Ino’s shout. “He should have called in sick or something and gone with her.” Ino wiped her hands down her face and murmured against her fingers, “Kept her from stepping off of the curb too early.”

Karin moved away from the kitchen and pulled Ino into her arms. Ino buried her face in the crook of her neck and Sakura wanted nothing more than to join them, wrap her arms around them both.

“Why do you keep running errands for him?” Ino mumbled against Karin’s neck.

“Because I would want someone to do this for you if something happened to me.”

Ino let out a watery chuckle and pulled away from Karin just enough to cradle her face in her hands. “Nothing’s allowed to happen to you that will take you from me.”

Sakura headed back to the bedroom, partially to give them privacy they didn’t know they needed—partially to nurse the heartache and jealousy she felt that they could still hold each other while all she could do was watch Sasuke.

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“Call me if you need help packing anything.”

Sasuke tucked the folded clothes back into the drawers they belonged. It was like Karin’s girlfriend wanted him to suffer. Not a single one of his and Sakura’s drawers had been left alone in her destruction.

He had come home after finishing up some overtime just to find Karin and Ino making out in the middle of his living room. At first he was only annoyed but his scowl deepened when he noticed the red fabric wrapped around Ino’s fist.

Karin had offered to stay behind and help him clean up the disaster in his bedroom, but one glance at Ino and Sasuke knew she would stay as well and he didn’t need to discover that any more of Sakura’s things had gone missing after her assistance.

He turned down their help and gathered all of the clothes that had been thrown across the room. It would take a while to get them back to where they belonged; Sakura had always been particular about everything having its place.

In lieu of a real apology Ino had offered to help him pack Sakura’s things for storage. Sasuke had only picked up one of Sakura’s sweaters and folded it. When he continued to clean up, Karin took that as their cue to leave and dragged Ino out of the apartment.

It had been a few months since the accident and Sakura’s stuff remained exactly where she had left them. Mikoto had tried to get him to pack everything when she came to stay with him for a couple of weeks when he returned from their family home. The moment he found the first few boxes lined up in front hall he had called his older cousin to take her back home.

It was getting irritating how everyone kept trying to coddle him and do all of the work for him. Sasuke didn���t need someone bringing food and reminding him that Sakura had been the cook out of the two of them. He didn’t need someone to try and rid of his home of his wife’s belongings━stuff her into boxes and hide her away so he wouldn’t have to see them.

It was a process and he wanted to get through it in his own way, his own pace.

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Her husband was an idiot sometimes.

Sakura shook her head and adjusted the thermostat. When she had been alive she had constantly been cold and had slept with multiple blankets whenever she had no choice but to go to bed on her own. Her preferred way to fall asleep was curled up against Sasuke who was always warm. Her cold limbs intertwined with his was always welcome against his overheated skin.

But that didn’t mean he could sleep with the air conditioner on in the middle of winter. She made sure he was tucked in properly and laid down on what used to be her side of the bed.

It was in these moments she wondered why she was even there. Sasuke couldn’t pull her against him. She couldn’t tuck her head under his chin and feel his warmth. Sakura could move objects and whisper and hope to be heard, but she couldn’t feel. Couldn't feel the bristle of his stubble or the heat that radiated off of him.

The veil between them was ever present. It didn’t matter if she could make sure his laundry was brought in from the clothesline on the veranda or that she could whisper reminders about the utility bills into his thoughts.

She would never be with Sasuke again in all of the ways that mattered.

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He hated his body sometimes.

He wanted to be empty, to feel nothing. No, what Sasuke felt was a throbbing—a betrayal from his lower body.

He hadn’t considered sex or had felt arousal in months. He seemed to only have two modes for weeks. If he wasn’t angry he had been numb to everything. The last time he had sex was the last morning he saw his wife alive.

It was always slower and softer in the morning, limbs still heavy from sleep.

When had he last touched himself? Sasuke had the habit of never doing so when he got into a relationship and the only times he had in the past few years were when he and Sakura wanted to watch each other. Or when he was gone on a trip too long, but even then Sakura was on the other end of the phone.

Sasuke could tug one out quick just to get it over with. He flattened his palm against his lower abdomen and slid his hand under the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

It would be quick and unnecessarily messy and then he could go to sleep afterward.

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She should leave the room, give him some privacy. It wasn’t like he knew he currently had an audience and that fact made her feel criminal.

Sakura bit her lower lip and observed the slight flush of color on his cheeks and the way his mouth fell open, soft pants puffing out in tandem with the pumping of his fist.

Was he thinking of her? He probably shouldn’t. She was sure that would hurt too much.

Her eyebrows furrowed, she could feel the tightness of her face as she watched Sasuke in confusion.

It was kind of sad watching the way he struggled to find release. The harsh, fast pace hardly looked enjoyable.

Sighing to herself she slid back into bed behind him.

“You need to slow down, Anata.”

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You need to slow down, Anata.

Sasuke’s breath hitched as the voice in the back of his mind wheedled it’s way to the forefront. He tried to focus on the steady motion of his hand pounding away. He didn’t want images, didn’t want reminders, but that voice—that familiar fucking voice—wasn’t helping at all.

Not like that, Anata. Too tight and too fast. You have to enjoy this.

“I just need to come,” Sasuke mumbled against his pillow, more to himself than the voice that kept wheedling.

You will come. Sasuke shivered, feeling himself slacken his hold. And it will be good.

The words licked around his ears and if he let himself he could almost feel the warmth of her tongue on the lobe of his ear.

He was just supposed to get the whole thing over with. Just finish so he could go to sleep. He wasn’t supposed to think about anything, especially not about her.

This is fucked up, Sasuke groaned inwardly but his fist slowed to an easy tease as his thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock.

She had loved to go slow, take her time on him. It was always her fault whenever they were late to meet friends. What was that she used to say?

“I don’t want to rush loving you.”

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“That’s better,” Sakura sighed as she pressed herself against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. She covered his hands with her own and guided his movements.

He didn’t know she was there, but that was okay. It wasn’t about her—none of this was ever about her.

Sakura manipulated his thumb until it rolled along the slit and it dribbled precum. She got his fingers nice and wet, coated them until they were slick. She had him grip himself with only the pads of his fingers and dragged his hand down his shaft, tracing the prominent veins.

Each downwards stroke was paired with an exploration of the contours of his body. Sakura’s wrist sped up so Sasuke’s hand followed, matching the faster pace.

Listening closely to his harsh panting, Sakura slowed her movements causing Sasuke’s hand to still.

“Fuck,” Sasuke hissed as Sakura dragged his thumb across the slit at the head of his cock once again.

“Not yet,” she murmured, a soft smile on her lips.

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Not yet.

Sasuke huffed, blowing his bangs up out of his face. It was sick but effective. What started off as a chore became enjoyable as he teased himself the way Sakura used to. With each passing stroke he could almost hear Sakura instructing him in how to touch himself.

It was when he started imagining that it was her soft, small hand around his cock instead of his own that he put in an end to the slow pace and pounded his fist in a harsh rhythm until he was spilling into his hands.

His wife was dead and he was thinking about her to get off.

“I’m fucked.” Sasuke stared at the mess in his hands and on his sheets. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Come on. Clean up then sleep.

Sasuke rolled onto his back and tucked himself back into his boxer briefs. His limbs felt too heavy to try and move.

Come on. Shower and then a bath. And deal with the sheets. Clean sheets will make it easy to sleep.

A soak would be nice but then he would have to clean the bathtub. Cleaning the sheets would mean that he would have to expend more energy to get the fitted sheet on the mattress.

It used to be a two man job getting the sheet around their king size mattress. When Sakura tried to do it herself she would end up sprawled on the mattress afterward, chest heaving from the exertion. It never made sense why they had a bed so large. They always ended up curled against each other.

Come on. Sheets in the washer and then a shower. They’ll be done when you’re done.

Sasuke jerked his legs around until he was sitting on the edge of his bed. The action felt awkward and forced, his muscles straining with the movement. He ran a hand through his hair and reluctantly stood up. Now that he was standing he might as well clean up.

“This bed is so pointless,” he muttered, stripping the sheets. It made no sense to keep using a bed as big as this one.

Also makes no sense to have a two bedroom apartment anymore, he thought as he dragged his knuckles against the door of what was supposed to be a nursery. They only wanted one spare bedroom. If they wanted more kids in the future they would find a single family home.

It made no sense to keep it, but Sakura had loved the apartment. She loved that the veranda faced the park and the walk to the train station wasn’t too far but not so close that rush hour traffic could be heard.

Sighing, Sasuke massaged the crick in his neck.

A warm bath would be good for your muscles.

“No bath. Just a shower,” Sasuke argued. Tomorrow was his day off, but he didn’t want to spend it scrubbing the tub. “You ask for too much.”

Without bothering to close the bathroom door, he peeled off his boxer briefs and started up the shower.

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Sakura stood in the doorway in awe. He had never directly answered her before. His words in the past would coincidentally match as a reply to things she had said, but in the end none of Sasuke’s words were directed towards her.

But that━that had been for her.

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After a few minutes Sasuke was out of the shower and toweling off. He made his way back to the bedroom, rubbing the towel through his hair.

You really should blow dry your hair.

“Not happening,” he muttered, tossing the towel on top of the opened door and pulling out a clean pair of boxer briefs.

Sasuke eyed the bare mattress, knowing he had to fix the sheets.

With a groan of frustration, he ran his hand down his face. Not tonight. He was too tired tonight. He grabbed the duvet and pulled it over his body as he laid down.

He would deal with it in the morning.

At least you’re sleeping.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, “so goodnight.”

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Shaking her head, Sakura slid into bed next to him. She would just have to be satisfied with the fact that he washed himself up and was falling asleep without the aid of alcohol.

It was a slow process, but eventually Sasuke would be just fine on his own. Sighing she placed a hand on her lower abdomen and pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades.

Sasuke shifted, adjusting to the pressure, before letting out a sleepy sigh.

Some day he would be just fine without her around. Sakura rubbed the lower part of her stomach, tracing the slight curve she had developed before she died.

He would be just fine one day but for now…

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We’re still here.

[janiedean]

For the halloween thing Nancy/Steve/Jonathan carving a pumpkin?

hi anon here you go! sorry it’s cracky but XD also, SOMETIME POST.S3 obv hopper didn’t die ;) ;)

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“Whose idea was this, again?”

Nancy’s question is met with utter silence and a couple of shrugs, not that she expected anything less.

Admittedly, she should have figured that leaving those two in charge of pumpkin carving was a bad idea but they did volunteer and she had work while Steve was off shift and Jonathan still hasn’t found something new since he came back to Hawkins, so they did have the time.

Except that the pumpkin in question, right now, looks more like Swiss cheese — at least one of them had the sense to save the pulp for consumption, she supposes.

“Uhm,” Jonathan says, “technically it was my idea to say we should do something less obvious than the usual creepy smile thing, but it was his idea to carve a demogorgon’s head.”

“What?”

“Excuse me if I didn’t exactly remember the shape,” Steve mutters, turning the knife over in his hands.

“Admittedly, I remembered it wrong,” Jonathan shrugs.

“And you two couldn’t, like, draw it separately and check while carving?”

They look at each other. “Didn’t think about it,” Steve admits sheepishly. Jonathan doesn’t say anything, but she figures it would have been the exact same answer.

She looks at her wristwatch. “So,” she says, “it’s six PM, this place is going to get swamped with kids including my brother, your brother and your adoptive children, pretty much —”

“Hey, I didn’t adopt —”

“Steve, can it. All of them, plus half of the neighborhood, and I suppose we don’t even have candy to give them. Or do we?”

“I bought some before,” Jonathan says, “that shouldn’t be the problem. No way we can find a new one now, can’t we?”

“Negative,” Nancy shakes her head, “there won’t be any left.”

“We could go to the pumpkin patch,” Steve proposes, and Nancy just flat-out glares at him.

“Yes, and Merrill has our heads.”

“He has a point, though,” Jonathan says, and Nancy can’t believe he’s down with that.

“What,” she says.

“Well, you drive us there, we rush out of the car, grab one, you drive us out. Can’t be too complicated.”

“See,” Steve says, grinning, “even he sees it!”

Nancy, who had been looking forward to relaxing a bit before the inevitable trick or treating started, sighs and glares at the both of them.

“Fine,” she says, “but I’m not washing the dishes for the next two weeks.”

“Deal,” those two answer at the same damned time.

Living together really has put those two on the same wavelength, hasn’t it.

Nancy sighs and takes her keys out of her pocket.

She really hopes Merrill is out with his nephews tonight, or something.

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“Run,” Steve screams as both he and Jonathan about throw themselves in the backseat of the car with a medium-sized pumpkin in between them.

Nancy immediately presses on the accelerator and speeds out of the road as she hears Merrill freaking shooting behind them, thankfully he’s too far and he’s just doing it out of warning or something, but for fuck’s sake —

“Couldn’t you have stuck to the sides of the damned field?”

“All the pumpkins on the sides were half-rotten,” Steve says, as if that is a valid justification for almost getting himself shot.

“Jesus,” she groans, “we’re not fourteen anymore or have you forgotten it?”

“Well,” Jonathan says, catching his breath, his hand moving over Steve’s wrist, “that wasn’t so bad. I mean, I didn’t do that when I was fourteen.”

“It’s not the kind of teenage experience you couldn’t have done without!” Nancy tries to protest as she speeds out into the highway back to Hawkins, feeling very thankful that both Joyce and Hopper disappeared at his cabin and they won’t be there to ask them where the hell they found another pumpkin at five PM on October 31st.

“I don’t know,” Steve grins back, “it seemed like he was having fun. I mean, it was definitely more fun than going under that patch, anyway.”

“When we’re back,” Nancy says, “I am carving the thing, you two make soup for the next two weeks with all of the pulp we’ll have left and I sure as hell hope it’s good.”

“Hey, I could cook when I was fourteen, thank you very much,” Jonathan says, letting his head fall against the backseat.

“I’ll cut you the vegetables,” Steve groans, catching his breath, an arm still half around the pumpkin.

“Deal,” Jonathan says, and Nancy can see that their hands are clasped together.

She half-smiles.

She’ll make sure they thoroughly apologize for almost getting them all arrested later.

For now, she’ll just make sure neither of them gets even close to the damned pumpkin, and next year she’s not letting them near it either.

End.

[dinotita]

Inktober day 7 and 8: Enchanted and Frail.

Buy me a Coffee

[trashlord-007]

Tagged by @papillonsgf ~ love ya muchly Noor ♡

Rules: I post the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Then you send me an ask with the title that intrigues/interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Yikes, here we go.

1. Halloween Prompts 2k20 (Monster - Y!Hwanwoong ; Asylum - Lay)

2. Captivity (Y!San)

3. Christmas Prompts 2k19 (now 2k20 hajskdkf) (Y!D.O)

4. BTS Vamp Manager (Idea, Series)

5. GOT7 Amusement Park Dream

6. Seven Deadly Sins (MX Series + Individual One Shots)

7. Mistakes p.3 (Y!Tae & Y!Onew Series)

8. Here's To The Fuckboys (EXO Idea)

9. Angels && Demons AU (BTS Idea, Series)

10. Mass Effect AU (ATEEZ? Idea)

11. Mr. Perfect (Y!Jin)

12. Lucas Construction Foreman

13. Lay Dream

14. Supernatural San Idea - SPN Detectives

15. Nation's Sweetheart (Y!Idol!V)

16. Twisted Intentions p.2 (Y!JK)

17. Promises p.2 (Y!HJ)

18. + numerous requests

19. + anime side projects

20. EXO Secret Santa Project!! ♡

I don't actually name stuff until it's ready to post lmfao sorry it's so boring!

Also my writing blog is @kpoptrashlord-007

Tagging any / all of my writer moots!

@rosy-wooyoung @joong-littlelove @exogotmeoncrack @twancingyunhoe @sanchelins @sortilegexix @gingerpeachtae @sixdaysofashyeeting @2ya2yao @kmseokjins @yadisvt @julyarchives @cherry-toxic @cherryeoo @juyeonzz @peaches-of-1

&& anyone else that writes that I forgot to tag ♡

[astralibrary]

My OC-tober 2020 Prompt List

heya! i’m doing OC-tober this year and to that end i’ve created my own personal prompt list by borrowing from various other OC-tober lists! (sources linked at the end)

for anyone who’s interested, here’s what i came up with: (the term “week” is used very loosely here i just wanted to divide them up into sections ok)

INTRODUCTION WEEK

an oc you draw a lot + an oc you don’t draw a lot

oldest oc + newest oc (when they were created)

oldest oc + youngest oc (their age)

expression chart (this one, pick any 5 in a straight line)

what’s in their bags

living space/bedrooms

immediate family

FUN/MEME WEEK

different hair style

clothes swap

vine

another person’s oc

personality swap

memes

another art style

fantasy or modern au (skipped)

dating sim (wip)

HURT/COMFORT WEEK (Pt 1)

as a child / childhood memory

sweaters/fall clothes

fears

playing an instrument

hurt/injured

something important to them

trauma

hug

HURT/COMFORT WEEK (Pt 2)

nightmares

with pet/favorite animal

all alone

best friend

regrets

cherished moment

IT’S HALLOWEEN BABEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY

witch

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if y’all wanna follow this list too feel free! they weren’t even my prompts to begin with so it’s a-ok =)

here are the sources i used to arrange this list:

Inktober 2017 OCtober by semmyjart

 OC-TOBER Art Challenge prompt list by RoutArt

OC-tober Prompt List 2k19 by pichiarts

owlpip’s OC-TOBER

OC-tober Halloween Edition by lunar-lattice

[thefudge]

It’s that time of the year again, klonnie fam! This year’s Gothic Klonnie 2k19 (31 oct - 2 nov) promises to be more Extra(TM)vagant than all previous editions combined! Hosted by yours truly and the divine @irresistible-revolution, the prompts for this year are: 

the castle (October 31): decaying time, ghostly cobwebs, portraits full of intimate strangers, the castle has long been a centerpiece of gothic architecture, appealing to the gothic tradition’s fixation on a not-quite-living and not-yet-dead past. for the gothic romance, the castle is a site where loneliness, longing, fear and ecstasy all converge. 

the cathedral (November 1): abandoned crypts and dusty pews. hearts and tongues and ears and bones of saints, wrapped in satin, awaiting worship. cathedrals typify the gothic fascination with arcane rituals, the horror of seclusion and the erotics of spiritual longing. for gothic lovers, they invoke forbidden desire and (un)holy devotion. the cruelty of angels and the sweetness of demons.

the casino (November 2): sites of extravagance and pleasure, debauchery and violence. liminal spaces where sequins and music and luxury cars mask greed, lust and murder. casinos are a part of the modern-gothic, a place for both possibility and ruin, pleasure and revenge, where gothic lovers taste both decadence and despair.

We hope the prompts inspire you to write and make edits and indulge (lol). Let your creativity run wild and have fun!  

You can tag your posts as #klonnie and #gothic klonnie 2k19 so we can reblog them and have ourselves a merry little klonnie halloween! 

[icypyre-a]

GET IN, LOSER -- WE’RE GOING TRICK OR TREATING!

Welcome to THE BNHA RPC’S SPOOKY SCARY SECRET SANTA 2K19 because everyone wants a good treat every now && then! 

The jig’s simple; you give something, you get something !!

Here are the RULES

All applicants must have a Boku No Hero Academia Roleplay Blog. RP blogs that are sideblogs, please write your main blog in the application. YOUR RP BLOG will be the one to be tagged / sent to others one giving out of names occurs. 

All content passed around MUST be BNHA related. Whatever ship or AU is okay, as long as it is BNHA. It doesn’t have to be halloween-themed, but it would be cool to see a lot of Halloween post! 

Once you have applied, you will receive an RPer’s name on OCTOBER 20, 2019.  That will be the person who you’ll give your gift to. The submission will include the prompts they’ve suggested and additional comments from them, who their muses are, etc. 

This entire event will be SFW! No pron please for the little ones :( 

Talking to your Spooky Santa musta not be done with any revelation of an identity! 

Once you have received your person, you are free to post whatever your gift is to them ! Kindly tag them and put the post under the tag ‘BNHARPCSPOOKYSCARYSECRETSANTA2K19’.

Do post your gifts publicly, so there could be a record.

ALL GIFTS MUST BE POSTED ON OR BEFORE NOVEMBER 3, 2019

Here is the FORM for application

This entire project is a work of positivity, and if you feel uncomfortable or no longer want to participate, feel free to tell so we could make adjustments to the handout system.

Feel free to reblog && spread the word! 

ART CREDIT : SIRUKKI

[arwenride]

For the embrace prompt. Happy Halloween everyone!

Find the playlist for the event here. 

[ao3feed-sterek]

the wicked witch of the east, bro

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3T3Ex

by garoude

Halloween ragers don't mean much when all you wanna do is screw the asshole that keeps challenging your fan-theories.

Day one for Kinktober 2k19. Today's prompts are Deep-Throating, Face-Sitting and Masks. Derek and Stiles share a frat, a bedroom and some arguments. Enjoy!

Words: 5616, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of -- kinktober 2k19

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fraternity, Alternate Universe - Human, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rimming, Deepthroating, Kinktober, Kinktober 2019, Oral Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3T3Ex

[inagetawaycarxo]

Just in case you were wondering this is my current writing list atm (basically it's all Halloween) and I might have to post some in November but it's all good

- Anon:Can I request smut for Alpha!Jake Gyllenhaal and Omega! reader?

- Anon:Yooo dude i'm so down for heat au with Tom like he's a werewolf and reader is human and he just met her a few days ago but she smells terrific and can't help to take her back home... Honestly do whatever, I'm just a hoe for this

- Anon: hi!!! could i request smut/nsfw about vampire!tom feeding off of human!reader and its like super hot even if he feels bad about it, bc she enjoys it so no problem?? like friends with benefits but vampire version lol and whatever else u wanna add ;)

- Anon:CEO au! With ceo!jake gyllenhaal and assistant!reader headcannons please

- Anon:Hanahaki disease au! With Jake Gyllenhaal where reader is the one with the disease

- Anon:Can I request for A/B/O Dynamic for Alpha!Jake G. x Omega!Reader when reader in heat?

- taintedlove-du-du submitted:For your Halloween requests How about some cockwarming with mob boss Bucky while he is in a meeting and then he throws you on the table and fucks you until you can't walk anymore I'm just a sucker for mob boss Bucky ,it's ok if you don't want to write it ❤️

- Anon:forbidden love mj x fem reader? ☺️

- Anon:Could you a request (it's from your Halloween list) about Tom finding out that his girlfriend is a demigod. Angst and Fluff ?

- Requested By Ambrollins123 & Xxmlizz: I was thinking Reader x Adam Cole take their daughter out for her Halloween and they post on social media of their costumes later on they have a Halloween party with their friends and co worker // May I request one for Adam cole? I don't really have any ideas besides a Halloween themed paper view or a Halloween party

- harleymoxley: Jimmy Uso x female reader fluff Sentence starter: "Did you turn out the lights?", "No-", "Then we have a problem" pretty please 🙏

- Anon + braceface_lay + thejoker112: Can I request a Halloween imagine? If it's possible can I request a Finn Balor "Care to make a deal with the devil"? He's been so cute as of late and I think it would fit him perfectly. You da best😘 Much love💜 + "Who's brilliant idea was it to summon a demon?" {2}

- Anon: Hi I was wondering if you would do the Roman Reigns Halloween one? Where your a flapper and he's a gangster? Please and thank you

- You find out Roman is a werewolf after he saves you from a dangerous situation.

- Anon: For the Halloween Themed requests: Can I request a Roman Reigns Fluff where the reader (his gf) convinces him to go ghost hunting with her because she's really into supernatural/paranormal things & when they start to get activity while investigating she gets excited, but Roman starts to get a little spooked & thinks she's just messing with him or something, but she's really not which at that point he's just like I'm out, but she refuses to leave & finishes the investigation by herself~.

- harleymoxley: For the Halloween 🎃 prompt can I get a Jey Uso x Female reader smut Sentence starter: "You look so sexy in that costume" And one with..

- taryndibiase: For the Halloween story- Roman Reigns; Halloween Party; "You look so sexy in that costume". Smutty goodness, please! Maybe he's Superman and she's Wonder Woman?

- Anon: "Give her back to me." w/ triple h? somehow the reader ends up possessed by something and this man is furious at whatever it is.

- Anon: Halloween Request Prompt; Asylum Sentence Starters/Prompts; "Who's brilliant idea was it to summon a demon?" "Miss Me?" "I thought you were dead." with dead reader. and the shield, who all four was together until the reader died.

Feel free to request Halloween stuff from either this Halloween prompt list or the 2k19 one

Request here or submit here {only if you have a certain gif or [gif as well as a request] in mind if not then request in my ask box}

🎃

[tom-lovegood]

Big Windup! Spooky Bingo 2019

Hi there!

I know its August, but with September coming soon that means that fall is very close by. So, as a way to keep the fandom alive, I thought, why not make a bingo for it. Hence, why I made two bingo cards with the theme of being aligned with Halloween.

Card #1:

Card #2:

This will be a low stress event so just have fun and tag #oofuri spooky bingo 2k19 

Under the cut will have the list of the second card’s prompts since some are hard to read. Anyways have fun if you do join!

Card #2 Prompts:

skeleton petrified hocus pocus bogeyman howl flashlight monster black cat face paint cauldron pirate werewolf cemetery grave disguise mask scarecrow fog corpse superstition potion supernatural coffin masquerade

[janiedean]

Ok so this prompt is kinda weird but… it's like a Frankenstein au, where Cer×ei has Jaime killed to have Qyburn bring him back so he'll be loyal like the Mountain but it doesn't work, Jaime is still himself, but with superior strength etc, and he has a connection to the other side now so he sees like the ghost of like the tyrells, starks, etc who help him escape back to Brienne, Tyrion and the other ppl in the north to then help stop Cer×ei. J is traumatized cue comfort and recovery while with B

AAAND ANON YOU GOT THE JACKPOT FOR THIS YEAR, have the long fic of this turn and happy halloween! also: please read the ao3 tags guys XD

your broken heart and the body that holds it, jaime/brienne, jaime/cersei (noncon/abusive), jaime & tyrion, various others; frankenstein au, warning for noncon, temporary character death, body horror (check full ao3 tags for detailed warnings); nc17, 12k ca;

“Seven Hells,” that’s Clegane, has to be Clegane, “I’ll bet that’s the same kind of witchcraft that brought my fucking brother back to life, or whatever he is right now.”

Suddenly, a couple of hands are on his face, and their skin is rough but the touch is delicate, and he opens his eyes to find that he’s lying on a bed with a fire going on nearby and Brienne is kneeling behind him and his head is on her thighs and she’s holding his head up and oh, he could stare up at her forever, he could, but he knows he has to tell them —

“He’s right,” he croaks, hating how tired he sounds, “I said I would come here regardless and she had the Mountain kill me and then Qyburn brought me back. Whatever he did,” he says, breathing in, out, in, out —

All of them look horrified. Snow, Tyrion, the man who looks like the resident maester given that he has some kind of tome in his hands, Clegane, Sansa Stark, and Brienne instead looks worried out of her mind —

“Jaime,” Tyrion says, “why the fuck would she bring you back?”

[queenofdenest]

Prompt: 1. “It will be fun, trust me.” Fandom:Hetalia. Characters: aph e.stonia. aph l.atvia.  Warnings/Tags: Interchangeable human/nation names used. Pairings: None. Summary: A conversation on the way to a haunted house.

A/N: So I’m sorta-but-not-really-but-kinda participating in fi.ctober 2k19, slightly. it’s less official because i’m terrified if i make it official and i don’t complete it, i’ll just be so disappointed with myself so i’m not tagging any of that. it’s just for you guys and myself. anyway, likes, reblogs, tell me what you think. all mistakes are my own. 

→

Raivis shook as he followed Eduard up the street, “I’m not sure I want to go to a haunted house,” he said, pulling his sweater closer to him.

It was mildly cold in New York, where the rest of the nations had convened to get ready for Mr. America’s Halloween party that was thrown every year. Normally most nations waited to get together until a few days before any major holiday – sometimes even waiting until they had only enough time to take the plane to wherever they needed to go – but this year, Mr. America had decided to host them all for the entire month of October.

It was causing some trouble. Namely, most people had fallen bored after seeing as much of New York City as they cared for. Raivis had let himself be dragged around to all the sites that Eduard had trouble seeing during official meetings.

“Raivis--” Eduard held the ‘a’ until the slightly younger looking nation shot him a look. “A haunted house is exactly what we need. We’ll get some spooks and then by the time it’s time for Mr. America’s Halloween party – which I heard from Tino, who heard from Rootsi, who heard from Taani that it’s going to be held in a real haunted location – you won’t be scared!”

The nation of Latvia held back a sigh. There was far too many ‘heard froms’ not enough actual information. “But haunted houses are jump-scare based!” Everyone got scared when some stranger jumped out of nowhere and yelled at them. It was common sense.

“It’ll be fun,” Eduard said, waving off his worries, “trust me!”

Or well, with a side eye, it was common sense.“I do trust you,” Raivis began, “But-”

Eduard paused in his steps, turning to face him, “If you really, really don’t want to go, then we can instead go to the library or a movie, but I really think this will be fun.”

Raivis frowned. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, it was just that he wasn’t sure he, y’know, wanted to go. “Where’s Taurys?” He asked instead, ignoring the droll look the other gave him.

“Taurys is going with Feliks to find a Halloween costume,” he answered, shaking his head as he did so. “You’d think he’d already have one when he opted to come to a Halloween party.

There went the only way out of going, Raivis thought as he nodded his head, “Well then I guess I don’t mind going,” he said after a moment. “Though I think you’re far too excited about getting jump-scared.”

Eduard smiled brightly. “I love scary things,” he replied, grabbing Raivis’ wrist, yanking the handmade sweater slightly. Raivis glared at the hand slightly. He quite liked the sweater and the way Eduard was pulling him, the elasticity would be harmed. “Not as much as Tino, mind you, but there’s something about Halloween that reminds me of the good old days when I’d walk around amongst my people and we’d worship nature and the gods and--” 

“So like last week?” Raivis rolled his eyes. The way Estonia went on about magic and nature and the old gods and the forest witches and the other weird things to come out of his country left Raivis’ head swimming with useless information. “Aren’t there enough crossroads to summon the devil here?” 

Eduard forced out a breath. “You have six toes and belong in a zoo,” he muttered under his breath before adding louder, “You can’t just summon the devil at any old crossroads and you know my mythology isn’t the only one that’s weird.” 

“My mythology is fine,” Raivis argued, all fear of the haunted house erased, “You believe in kleptomaniac sticks coming to life.” 

“Kratts aren’t kleptomaniac sticks brought to life.” Eduard’s face went bright red, letting go of Raivis as he did so. “They’re - well - you know what, I’m not going to be judged by someone who believes that the souls of dead children cause sleep paralysis.” 

“It’s a thing!” Raivis shook his head. “You are just uncultured.” 

“This coming from someone with six toes.” Eduard scoffed, rolling his eyes as he did so. “I think I’ll take being uncultured over having six toes.” 

“I do not have six toes!” Raivis frowned, “I will take my boot off and show you my normal toes right now if you don’t take that back.” 

“If you do that then we’ll miss the haunted house,” Eduard said, pulling out his phone. “It’s bad enough the New York subway runs on magical invented time, we don’t need to add extra minutes to you fumbling with your shoes.” 

“Well then take it back,” Raivis said, cheeks burning slightly. Now that he was flushed from annoyance, he was able to notice that it was a mite colder than he thought it was originally. “And aren’t you cold? You aren’t even wearing a sweater.” 

“I’m not taking it back: you have six toes, no manners, and you’re myths are weird--” He paused and smiled slightly, “I’m not cold either because I made sure to wear that really warm undershirt that Taurys made for me - unlike you.” 

Raivis groaned, “I completely forgot about that!” The undershirt was, Raivis assumed, was blessed or something because no matter how cold it go, it never stopped keeping him warm - not even last Christmas where Mr. Russia forced everyone to go to his home to celebrate it. Turning his eyes to glare at Eduard, he said, “You know, if you told me you were going to be dragging me out of the hotel, I would’ve worn it.” 

“Well what did you think we were doing when I said I wanted to go somewhere?” Eduard asked, confusion on his face. 

“Tino’s room? The sauna room? The rooftop bar?” Raivis could go on and on about the different places he expected. “You could’ve decided to go back to Time Square to figure out if you really hate it as much as you said you do when we first got here.” 

“No.” Eduard shook his head, “I really hate it. Too many people and so many of them trying to talk to you or interact with you or -- I don’t know any of them, why would I do any of that?” 

And Taurys called him antisocial when he refused to leave after getting hooked onto a new book series. 

“And Time Square is still outside.” Eduard added as he pulled Raivis down the steps to the subway platform.

Raivis made a face. Stupid not-brothers and their stupid ideas. Stupid haunted houses.

                                                            ------

Notes: Rootsi = Swe.den Taani = Den.mark Kratts are literally kleptomaniac sticks brought to life, thank you very much, watch November if you don’t believe me. Also don’t sell your soul and/or fake sell your soul to a devil at the crossroads in a forest.  The souls of dead children giving you sleep paralysis is a thing I read on some Lat.vian website, google translate might’ve lied to me, so *shrugs* tell me if I’m wrong.  Saying that Lat.vians have six toes is a thing that Eston.ians do for some reason. I don’t see how that’s an insult, but it’s a thing. Also, I’m a mainland New Yorker, so like my understanding of NYC falls are limited to the one time I went there, my mother’s recollections of the time she was there, and weather maps. Where I live, it’s currently 45°F ( 7°C) but feels colder so I’m cold. Last thing, Times Square sucks. All my family agrees. It’s just touristy and boring and there’s way too many people trying to get your attention, or talk to you, or sell you something, or harass you, and I don’t like it. It was fine for the first five minutes I was there then I grew to hate it. So should anyone ever go there, stay for an hour at most, not a whole day.  

[ao3-sterek]

the wicked witch of the east, bro

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3T3Ex

by garoude

Halloween ragers don't mean much when all you wanna do is screw the asshole that keeps challenging your fan-theories.

Day one for Kinktober 2k19. Today's prompts are Deep-Throating, Face-Sitting and Masks. Derek and Stiles share a frat, a bedroom and some arguments. Enjoy!

Words: 5616, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of -- kinktober 2k19

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fraternity, Alternate Universe - Human, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rimming, Deepthroating, Kinktober, Kinktober 2019, Oral Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3T3Ex

[ao3feed-briennejaime]

your broken heart and the body that holds it

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2r0q5pW

by janie_tangerine

“Seven Hells,” that’s Clegane, has to be Clegane, “I’ll bet that’s the same kind of witchcraft that brought my fucking brother back to life, or whatever he is right now.”

Suddenly, a couple of hands are on his face, and their skin is rough but the touch is delicate, and he opens his eyes to find that he’s lying on a bed with a fire going on nearby and Brienne is kneeling behind him and his head is on her thighs and she’s holding his head up and oh, he could stare up at her forever, he could, but he knows he has to tell them —

“He’s right,” he croaks, hating how tired he sounds, “I said I would come here regardless and she had the Mountain kill me and then Qyburn brought me back. Whatever he did,” he says, breathing in, out, in, out —

All of them look horrified. Snow, Tyrion, the man who looks like the resident maester given that he has some kind of tome in his hands, Clegane, Sansa Stark, and Brienne instead looks worried out of her mind —

“Jaime,” Tyrion says, “why the fuck would she bring you back?”

Words: 12175, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of halloween 2k19 tumblr prompts

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Qyburn (ASoIaF), Cersei Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow, Samwell Tarly, Sandor Clegane, Robb Stark, Loras Tyrell, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Tommen Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon

Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Frankenstein, Halloween Prompts, Amputation, Rape/Non-con Elements, Alternate Universe - Horror, Body Horror, Psychological Horror, Major Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, (sorry it's not minor or implied so it had to be that), Nor For Cersei Fans At All, Cersei Fans Please Abstain, please don't tell me I didn't warn, Valonqar Prophecy, Brienne is the Best, Jaime Lannister Needs a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Episode: s07e07 The Dragon and the Wolf, Eventual Fluff, Bathing/Washing, Major Character Undeath, Ghosts, sandor clegane is a good bro, danerys targaryen is a good bro, for the circumstances at least, Weddings, Dark Magic, Unethical Experimentation, Non-Consensual Body Modification, guys PLEASE READ THE A-Ns XD, is2g the first third is the worst the rest is all hc going towards pseudofluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2r0q5pW

[ihni]

Self rec fic tag

Rules: Post your fics you are most proud of! No limit on how many, just the ones you look at and just feel so pleased that you wrote something so great! Tag as many people as you like to get them to share their own fics! 2k19 is the year we love our own fics babes!

I was tagged by @matchstickwords, and I am so happy about it because yay for fic recs (and also this is the second positive tagging game I’ve been tagged in lately and it brings joy to my heart)!

Okay, so here goes:

FICS:

Actions and reactions (Harringrove, Stranger Things) - The first time I wrote something longer, and it was surpringly easy, and the fact that it didn’t turn out like shit really surprised me. How easy it felt to write, as well as the fact that I got actual comments on it (I mostly write rhyming poetry, and am thus starved for comments), made me continue writing more fic, afterwards.

Coming back (Harringrove, Stranger Things) - Written for the Harringrove Holiday Exchange. My attempt to cram as much of my person’s likes into one fic made me write the longest fic I had ever written, back then, and I learned a lot while writing it. I am actually so pleased with how it turned out.

About Apologies (Billy-centric, Stranger Things) - A shorter fic in three parts, and each part is different from the others. It was an experiment, and it turned out weird, maybe, but it was so much fun to write and I don’t dislike it at all, actually.

Toy Soldiers (Stranger Things) - Is 97% a self-indulgent fic - and coincidentally the longest fic I’ve ever written! :D It’s basically the plot of the 1991 movie Toy Soldiers, but with the Stranger Things characters (some things are exactly the same, some things are changed). I just ... woke up and wanted to read it, and figured that no one else would probably write it so I had to write it myself. It won’t win a Nobel prize, exactly, but damn it was fun to imagine. :)

RHYMES (in no particular order):

Behind the grin (Billy-centric, Stranger Things) - I like character-based rhymes, and I like Billy Hargrove, so this basically wrote itself. I am pleased with the way it turned out, with the first and the last stanzas, and the way the rhymes repeat themselves.

The Niffler (The Niffler-centric, Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them) - I am so pleased with this one, because it turned out so cute! I love reading through it because it flows so easily in my mind.

Kill, kill, kill (The church scene, Kingsman) - Okay, real talk; I fucking love that church scene in Kingsman. It’s so violent, but it’s like a dance, and it leaves me in awe. I saw it, and had to write it in rhyme! :D And it turned out great, if I say so myself. I especially like the break at the end.

On picking up strays (Guardians of the galaxy) - Written for a prompt that inspired me greatly. I wanted to tell a story in a funny way through rhyme, and I think I did okay! (Also someone read it into a podfic which blew my mind - I still have it on my phone and I always grin like a madwoman when I get to listen to it)

Waking the dragon (The Hobbit) - One of the ones I like the most, to be honest. I love how it flows, I love how it sounds when I read it to myself, and I love how it’s short and uncomplicated, but feels so complete. I just. Really like this one. *toots my own horn*

Loki’s anger (Loki-centric, Thor etc) - Like I said, I like character-based stuff, and Loki is a favourite of mine. This is an older one (wrote it in 2012), but Loki is just so much fun to play with. He’s got the potential to go in any direction. I still like this one a lot.

A Scene (The Karate Kid) - Basically the Halloween fight scene from the first movie. I had read a lot of poetry back then and thought I’d try something new, so it’s less organized, rhyme-wise, than what I normally write. Kind of an experiment. But it remains a favorite, because I like the beat of it (it’s there, even though it’s not obvious).

Aaaand that’s that! And, like, about tagging ... I honestly want you all to do this, because I want to know what you’ve written and what you like about it and why (just, please please please, consider yourself tagged if you’ve seeing this!), but just for fun I’ll tag @lemonlovely, @mikajupiterjonesingtimcurryfeet, @bornwithoutsin, @aphroditestummyrolls, @dobetterbillyhargrove, @jaune-chat, @thisnewdevilry and @letshargroovetonight - but honestly, all of you writers; do yourselves (and me) a favor and do this! I wanna see your stuff!