#october prompt fill

[allylikethecat]

⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

THIS IS IT

THE LAST ONE

I made it all 31 days without missing any 🎉 thank you so much to any and everyone who has followed along with me as I worked on these. It was both very hard and a lot of fun. I hope you enjoyed them even a fraction as much as I did working on them!

WARNINGS: I attempted to get ever so slightly spicy with this one... prepare to be disappointed

³¹⁾ the backseat of a taxi

Matty swallowed a whine, knowing he needed to be quiet, George’s mouth on his neck as he fell backwards, sprawled out in the backseat of a taxi, thankful for the tinted plastic divider separating them from the driver. Paired with the darkness of the night, Matty hoped that he wouldn’t be able to see just what they were doing exactly. George’s hands were on Matty’s belt buckle and he bit down on George’s shoulder, causing him to let out a squeak as he tried to keep quiet. Matty was breathing heavily and he knew that if the driver looked back at just the right moment for them to be illuminated by a street light that he would most likely slam on the breaks and kick them out of his car. 

He had known that wearing the cowboy costume would get George all riled up, which is half the reason he had done it in the first place. He had seen the way that George had looked at him last year when someone had thrown a furry cowboy hat on stage. This year for Halloween he had found himself a pair of well worn Wranglers, and a pair of square toe boots that were going to be staying in permanent rotation considering how comfortable they were. A large and shiny belt buckle, a soft plaid flannel over a tight white tee shirt and a cowboy hat that he had paid way too much money for on the internet completed his look. 

He was pretty sure that his expensive hat was currently on the footwell of the taxi considering George had all but tackled him into the backseat. They had left the Halloween party early, George unable to keep his eyes, or his hands off Matty as they mingled with their friends. Gabi had smirked at them knowingly as George sat his full bottle of beer on a table, his hand in Matty’s back pocket and announced that they were heading home for the night. It was just barely after ten. Matty was pretty sure they had never left a party, this early, ever. 

George got Matty’s belt unbuckled and fumbled to undo the buttons, cursing softly under his breath as he tugged down the zipper and found that like a real cowboy, Matty wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

“I swear, you’re trying to kill me,” George breathed, kissing his way down Matty’s neck, rucking up his tee shirt so that he could bite at his chest, working his way down his stomach to mouth at the v made by the open fly of his jeans. 

Matty arched his back, whimpering softly in response, George’s warm hand wrapping around his aching cock and squeezing. 

“You have to be quiet,” George said, keeping his hand still, even as Matty’s hips bucked on their own accord, unable to help himself, desperately seeking friction.

Matty nodded, knowing that he needed to be, but that there was absolutely no way he was going to be able to, not with George touching him like that. 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Betweens

summary: prompt fill. (referenced in PART 7 of October Moon) not long after Wally died, he and Dawn had had a brief fling. this is how it started. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x Dawn Burton

warnings: smut lite. AU - pre-canon.

bon reading, frens

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It's Just Biology, Wally

It'd been a month since his death. Longer since Wally had had an outlet for his pent-up frustration. Jenny hadn't let him near her after a fight they'd had a week and a half before he'd kicked the bucket, and pickings were slim in the afterlife.

Rhonda was about as inviting as a porcupine, and Janet seemed far too innocent that, even at seventeen, Wally felt like a pedo contemplating it. Bernadette had given him a flat-looked silent rejection that'd sent him out of the library with his tail between his legs and his frustration that much worse.

Look, he'd tried himself, okay? He wasn't a fucking predator or a nympho or any of that shit. But nothing was working. No matter what he fantasized about—Debbie Gibson taking him backstage to fellate him to heaven; sweet, supple, big-breasted Jenny before she'd been a stoic bitch, curling her finger at him as he stepped across her palatial bedroom and crawled over her body. Hell, he'd snuck into the girls' locker room for some fodder only to feel so guilty, he'd ignored his dick for days after.

Nothing. Fucking. Worked.

What's worse? He'd just spent lunch outside a bathroom stall listening to Jenny get cockstuffed by Gary fucking Reid for the second time today. Seriously, guys? Wally's body was still warm in the ground and his girlfriend of a year was already moving on like he'd never meant a damn thing.

He was shaking with rage, sexual frustration, rage, when a dreamlike voice penetrated his hate bubble.

"You don't look so good," Dawn commented, head tilted slightly; blinking big, round eyes at him.

Wally released a sharp huff, "Nice observation."

She studied him a moment more before asking, "Is it because your girlfriend is with that guy behind the gym?"

"Are you kidding me?!" Again?! What was this, the sexlympics!? Were they trying to fuck any evidence that Wally's cock had been there out of Jenny's pussy?!

Wally fell back, head on the back of the couch in the empty teacher's lounge, palms pressing into his sockets. He hated everything. Groaning, he dropped his hands into his lap and stared at the ceiling miserably when, making him jolt, Dawn's face appeared above him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked sweetly.

"No." Wally muttered. And then, "I just... I can't believe her. And Gary? Of all the people she could've fucked around with, him? And I don't know if it's because I'm dead or what, but I can't get fucking hard even though I have all this...this..."

"Sexual energy?" Dawn supplied like she was talking about the colors of the rainbow. So casual and easy as she took a seat on the arm of the couch, her wide cow-eyes trained on him. Not moving. Not blinking.

Wally blushed crimson, though managed to maintain a neutral expression. "Yeah. Exactly." He glanced at her in his periphery, somewhat unnerved by the intensity of her stare. He expanded, "It sucks, having to watch someone I was with be with someone else. Getting it from someone else. When I'm stuck in limbo feeling like a pimple that won't pop."

Dawn hummed lightly, cocked her head and smiled that dazed smile she always wore. "I can help you if you want."

Wally's brain stuttered to a halt. He didn't even look at her when he coughed, "What?"

Standing, Dawn shifted so she was in front of him, and then on her knees, her hands on his legs, totally normal while Wally was suffering a malfunction of all mental cylinders.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" She asked brightly, as if she'd come up with the most excellent solution to an everyday problem. Not like she'd just offered to swallow Wally's cock until he spilled down her throat.

Again, "What?" Wally choked, his eyes going as wide as hers were naturally.

Dawn didn't seem fazed, simply informed, "Sex is one of the best ways to release the happy chemicals. It'll help you get past your mental block and you'll feel better." She smiled, "It's just biology." And her fingers were already curled into his sweatpants, tugging at them until Wally—still in a state of absolute shock—lifted his hips.

He knew that about sex. Of course he did. He'd had enough of it with Jenny to know that sex made a bad day not feel so permanent. It was just that...well... Dawn had said it.

Wally hadn't even bothered considering approaching her for a helping hand because she'd barely acknowledged his presence since he'd arrived in the afterlife. Always spaced out and staring at the light in the hall, twirling her hair and humming some Beatles' song. Yet, there she was, taking charge for the sake of science.

Before he could say thanks, Dawn flashed him a friendly grin and then went to work. Methodical, explorative, really fucking good to the degree Wally wouldn't be surprised if there was smoke whistling out of his ears because his brain exploded. Jesus, she could've been a porn star, the way she used her tongue in tandem with her fist.

She giggled when he started to relax, as if pleased with herself. His head fell back, his hand found the back of her head, and he moaned and began to thrust in little aborted movements as she expertly took him apart. Fuck, it felt amazing. Wet and hot, her throat tight as she moaned and chuckled around his cock. He lifted his head to watch her briefly, but couldn't keep it up, her eyes boring into his through her lashes too much for him to handle.

So, he let himself get into it, lids closed, hips moving, head on the backrest as he panted at the ceiling. He didn't try to picture anyone in particular, just allowed himself to feel for the first time since his death. The sensations washed through him, flushed under his skin, and, holy shit, he felt himself get to the edge, fucking finally, yes.

He didn't tell Dawn, kind of forgot to be courteous given his brain had disintegrated into mush. Didn't matter, she swallowed everything down without complaint; slipped off of him and sat back to wipe her chin, blinking those big eyes at him as she waited for his feedback.

Out of breath and jelly-limbed from the intensity of his first orgasm in a month, Wally just gave her a thumbs up and a half-smile. He was grateful, to be sure, but holy hell, he couldn't think, move, speak for at least an hour.

Dawn didn't even mind. She got to her feet, brushed the dust from the carpet off her knees, and went on her way with a, "I hope you feel better," and that was that.

A week later, after Jenny had gone down on Gary in the janitor's closet, Wally found Dawn in the theater, hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her somewhere private. Again. And again. And again.

Because. Biology.

fin.

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[clownakai]

"Dance with me."

Shuuichi very nearly chokes on his drink. "Pardon?"

Scotch smiles beatifically back at him. Definitely tipsy, at least a little bit. "Dance with me."

"I can't dance," he blurts out, the lie slipping past his lips as smooth as breathing.

Silence falls over the flat, only broken by the sound of Mochi's hissing from inside Scotch's bedroom; Hana has probably been bothering him again.

"That's fine," Scotch eventually replies, "I'll just have to guide you." With all due respect, fuck that.

"Why?"

"Well, I obviously can't let you lead if you don't know how to dance." Scotch leans back against the couch, looking for all the world like someone who just cracked the Twin Prime Conjecture or some other equally convoluted math problem (thank you, Shuukichi).

Shuuichi scowls, bringing his drink to his lips only to realize that the glass is already empty, again. "Why would I want to?" he clarifies.

"Ugh." Scotch rolls his eyes, muttering something about all workaholics being the same. "Live a little, why don't you? We can even turn the lights off if you're that embarrassed."

Way more than slightly tipsy, Shuuichi corrects his previous assessment with a sigh. "I'd be stepping on your toes the entire time if we did that."

"You'd manage it even with the lights on."

Shuuichi's eyes narrow. For the sake of his lie, he doesn't correct Scotch's claim. Let the guy believe what he wants, so that proving him wrong will be that much— hm.

He glances critically at his empty glass. He'd better cut back on the drinking for tonight, lest he want to end up embarrassing himself for real.

Then again, if he doesn't dance at all, those chances will inevitably drop to zero, thus allowing for more drinks to be had. Who knows, he might even get something mildly useful out of his flatmate in that case.

Scotch shifts in his periphery, successfully drawing Shuuichi's gaze to himself. He knows exactly what he's doing: it's in his posture, so loose and relaxed it can be nothing but studiously arranged; in his hands— long, calloused fingers loosely holding up a crystal glass (and petting Hana and chopping vegetables and dancing on bass strings and carding through Shuuichi's hair); in his eyes, so very blue and positively smoldering (there's a sliver of ice in them, ready to pierce and tear and sink: Shuuichi pretends he doesn't see it).

Tipsy, but no less dangerous because of it: Shuuichi had better keep that in mind. He should tread carefully, play it safe— turn down the offer once and for all.

Oh, who is he kidding?

"Fine." He puts his glass down with a clink. "Show me how to dance."

Scotch looks, for lack of a better descriptor, absolutely delighted. Shuuichi suddenly regrets more than a few of his life choices.

The other man stands up with remarkable grace for someone who has been drinking for the past hour and a half; he waits for Shuuichi to do the same, and at no point does he stop looking at him— through him, digging and searching and for a weightless moment Shuuichi wonders—

"I set the music up, you get the lights?" Scotch asks, blinking it all away.

Shuuichi valiantly holds back a grimace, but nonetheless moves to comply. "If we fall and break something, do me a favor and shoot me before Bourbon comes back."

Scotch snorts, and Shuuichi's stomach most definitely does not do a little victory dance. It doesn't.

He flips the light switch, plunging the living room into darkness: the only remaining light sources are Scotch's phone and a stray ray of moonlight feebly peeking past the mostly-closed curtains. Shuuichi takes advantage of those to orient himself, smoothly padding past the couch with nary a sound; he's sadly not fast enough to catch a glimpse of Scotch's screen, instead finding himself being led to the emptiest part of the room as the first notes of a simple waltz begin to fill the air.

"Right. So, the first thing you want to do is—" Shuuichi only has an inch or so on Scotch, height wise; it's certainly not enough of a difference for him to successfully pretend not to be taken by the moonlight striking the man's features, only barely reflected in his eyes.

(There they are, those shards of ice. Primed and ready, a hair's breadth away.

Ever the fool, Shuuichi inches closer.)

"— even listening to me?" Scotch asks, sounding torn between amusement and mild annoyance.

"My right hand in your left," Shuuichi absentmindedly parrots, "my left on your shoulder. You go left foot forward, the other to the right, close with the left, then right foot backwards, the other to the left, and close with the right. I just mirror you."

"... Okay, good." Scotch doesn't sound baffled, but Shuuichi is pretty sure he went a little overboard and recited something the other hadn't said yet. God fucking dammit.

"I know what a waltz is," he tries to salvage, "I've just never tried dancing it." For his own sake, Shuuichi prays that all the drinks he had tonight will help him sell the beginner act he talked himself into.

Scotch gives him no verbal answer; nonetheless, the silence feels as loud as a blaring horn to Shuuichi. Then there are hands on him, one coaxing his own upward while the other slips under his arm and comes to rest on his back, miraculously avoiding getting caught in his hair at it splays right beneath his shoulder blades, and Shuuichi almost forgets to let Scotch guide his hand into the correct position rather than doing it himself.

Right now, he might hate his own shirt more than anything.

"Alright." Scotch is... close. Not quite chest to chest, but still enough for Shuuichi to smell a hint of alcohol when he speaks. "Waltzes are in three quarters, so we're just going to— one, two, three."

Shuuichi doesn't even need to pretend: he stumbles through the first few rounds, the hand on his back burning like a brand. He wonders if Scotch can feel Shuuichi's heart jackrabbiting beneath his fingers, a caged beast in its own right.

(It sure feels to Shuuichi like it's trying to claw its way out of his chest.)

The waltz eventually gives way to a slow song Shuuichi doesn't recognize but is still aware enough to know how to adapt to: he doesn't startle when all of a sudden Scotch is everywhere, chest pressed against his and arm dipping to Shuuichi's waist and face so close the tips of their noses almost touch— yet he's deafened by his own heartbeat, a relentless drumming in his ears as Scotch meets his eyes and smiles.

"So you did lie to me," Scotch murmurs, smile widening when Shuuichi freezes. "This one's in four quarters, so it's no longer a waltz. But you didn't need me to tell you that, did you?"

Shuuichi swallows dryly. With how they're standing— with how Scotch is holding him—, the flush he can feel creeping onto his cheeks is just about the only thing he can feasibly keep to himself; everything else is fair game, from twitching hands and shallow breathing to faltering steps and a heartbeat so loud he struggles to convince himself that the other still can't hear it.

"No," he admits, and watches the ice spin in Scotch's eyes. "I didn't."

Shuuichi almost expects the operative to let go, to step back and put a healthy distance between them; what he gets is Scotch's fingers drumming a silent tune on his waist and one of the guy's legs moving forward in a tacit bid to keep dancing. Shuuichi obligingly follows, happy enough to let the other lead while he gets his shit together, although he puts his foot down the moment Scotch tries to raise their clasped hands above their heads.

"You're not turning me," he huffs, then curses himself for speaking up when Scotch's breathy laugh warms his lips.

"Next time, then." The weight around Shuuichi's waist disappears, and this time Scotch steps away for good, leaving him cold, adrift and hungry for something he can't quite place.

Shuuichi stares at his retreating form— what little he can distinguish of it in the dark, at least—, then sets out to distract himself by clearing the low table of all evidence of their drinking. It'll certainly not be enough to fool someone like Bourbon, but it'll knock 'leaving a mess for others to clean up' off the list of complaints he might receive tomorrow.

He knows what this— all of this— was. He's been taught how to do the same himself and he can't afford to fall for it.

(He thinks of those eyes, dark waters waiting to drown him.)

He really, really can't.

(Scotch took his phone with him, but Shuuichi still hears something: one-two, three-four; one-two, three-four. It's nothing like the all-encompassing drumming from before, and it makes him wonder...

Maybe his heart had felt so loud because it wasn't the only one he'd been hearing.)

[hideyseek]

ok. extreeeeeemely tentatively. first chapter of 我朝你奔跑的距离 | the distance that i run to you (aka beiran ep15 coda fic) ...... arriving december 31st

[oboro-zuki]

Fig

Day 11 of mooooonbug’s prompt list

It’s fruits that is going bad or mouldy

[alrightbuckaroo]

Hello there! Last year, I had the absolute pleasure of reading The Lover's Dictionary by David Levithan, a collection of poems and passages inspired by different words he pulled from the dictionary. After reading it, I decided I wanted to challenge myself to do the same thing and thought maybe someone else would want to, too. So, I now present to you, twenty six words that could inspire hundreds more.

Adore: to regard with loving admiration and devotion

Beautiful: having qualities of beauty : exciting aesthetic pleasure

Care: to be concerned about or to the extent of

Desire: to long or hope for

Embrace: to clasp in the arms

Fond: having an affection or liking

Gaze: to fix the eyes in a steady intent look often with eagerness or studious attention

Heartfelt: (of a feeling or its expression) sincere; deeply and strongly felt

Infatuation: an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something

Jubilant: feeling or expressing great joy

Kiss: to touch (someone or something) with the lips especially as a mark of affection or greeting

Lovestruck: powerfully affected by feelings of romantic love for someone : deeply in love

Mesmerizing: capturing one's complete attention as if by magic

Nestle: settle or lie comfortably within or against something

Oneness: the fact or state of being unified or whole, though comprised of two or more parts

Passion: strong and barely controllable emotion

Quiver: a slight trembling movement or sound, especially one caused by a sudden strong emotion

Ravenous: (of hunger or need) very great; voracious

Serenade: a piece of music sung or played in the open air, typically by a man at night under the window of his lover

Tempting: appealing to or attracting someone, even if wrong or inadvisable

Unabashed: not embarrassed, disconcerted, or ashamed

Vow: a solemn promise or assertion

Woo: seek the favor, support, or custom of

Xanadu: an idyllic, exotic, or luxurious place

Yearning: a tender or urgent longing

Zeal: eagerness and ardent interest in pursuit of something

[iboatedhere]

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” - L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

A month of FirstPrince autumn-themed prompts based on this list by @creativepromptsforwriting.

Prompts will vary in length and tropes (tags will be updated). Not gonna lie, you're gonna have to squint to see a couple of these prompts in the fic but that's half the fun.

Huge thanks to @pragmatic-optimist who has allowed herself to be dragged through these kinds of events many times before, provides me with inspiration, motivation, comma correction, and so much more on top of allowing me to randomly scream words like CORNFIELD and SPOOKY and ACORNS (that one hasn't happened yet but it will) at her at all hours of the day. Couldn't do any of this without you.

List of prompts along with links, word length, and basic tags are beneath the cut.

Ruffled hair- (G) (Word Count: 1,586) AU, AU-Non Famous, Meet Cute

Apple Scent- (T) (Word Count: 3,357) AU, AU-Tea Shop, Enemies to Lovers, Getting Together

Full of Colors (T) (Word Count: 1,310) AU, AU-Soulmates, AU- College/University

Walks in the Forest (T) (Word Count: 988) Future Fic, Minor Character Death

Autumnal- (T) (Word Count: 1,740) Alex's POV from Day 1.

Falling Leaves- (T) (Word Count: 1000) Wedding Planning, Fluff

Chestnuts- (T) (Word Count: 850) AU, AU- Assassins & Hitmen

Umbrellas- (T) (Word Count: 870) AU, Alternate Universe- Doctors, Flirting Disguised as Bickering

Ravens- (T) (Word Count: 1800) Magical Realism, Developing Relationship

Oktoberfest- (T) (Word Count: 780) Future Fic, Flirting

Pumpkin Spice- (T) (Word Count: 980) AU- Doctors, Follow up to Day 8

Cornfields- (M) (Word Count: 2,100) Bed Sharing, Road Trips, Follow up to day 7.

Black Cat- (G) (Word Count: 2,000) AU, AU: Veterinarians, Fluff, Pets

Spooky- (T) (Word Count: 1,400) AU, AU: The X Files

First Wine- (T) (Word Count: 1,300) AU, Alternate Universe: California Vineyards, Enemies to Lovers

Flying Kites- (G) (Word Count: 980) Future Fic, Fluff

Whispers- (T) (Word Count: 1,600) AU, AU: Doctors, Follow up to Day 8 & Day 11.

Picking Apples- (G) (Word Count: 660) AU, AU: Doctors, Follow up to Day 17.

Ghosts- (M) (Word Count: 3,800) Future Fic, Ghosts

Sweater Weather- (G) (Word Count: 1,400) AU, Alternate Universe: Stylist, Fluff

Acorns-(G) (Word Count: 800) AU, Established Relationship, Fluff, Follow up to Day 13.

Pile of Leaves- (G) (Word Count: 1,800) Future Fic, Fluff, Kid-Fic

Harvest-(M) (Word Count: 1,770) Alternate Universe: Historical, Angst, Grief

Fog- (T) (Word Count: 3,200) Alternate Universe: Historical, AU: Pirates of the Caribbean, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death

Jack-O-Lanterns- (T) (Word Count: 1,800) Alternate Universe: Veterinarians, Follow up to Day 13

Campfire-(T) (Word Count: 800) Fluff, Newlyweds

Witches- (T) (Word Count: 1,700) Alternate Universe: Doctors, Halloween, Follow up to Day 18

Samhain- (T) (Word Count: 1,600) Alternate Universe: College/University, Parties, Flirting

Stormy Days-(T) (Word Count: 950) Future Fic, Domestic Fluff

Séance-(E) (Word Count: 3,200) AU: Non-Famous, Major Character Injuries, Sex, Crack Treated Seriously

Trick-or-Treat- (T) (Word Count: 2,500) Growing up, Halloween, Time Jumps, Minor Alex/Liam

[caspertheconfused]

A vampire who is 23 yrs old trying to scare a mortal away from their quiet cottage home deep in the woods says "I'm a 2300 year old vampire!" Not realizing the person their trying to scare away is a historian.

[kijosakka]

himiko ily. little weirdo ilysm

[blenderfullasarcasm]

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice (Comics), batman: family

Relationship: Bart Allen & Tim Drake

Characters: Tim Drake, Bart Allen, villain OC

Additional Tags: no beta we die like tim’s dignity, deus ex bart, happy tim drake fucking struggles day, mr sarcastic, i microwave tim drake, Crack, crack taken literally

(emotional) blender

blenderfullasarcasm

Summary:

Tim was in the dumbest situation he had ever been in.

[allylikethecat]

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Am I technically 37 minutes late with this? Yes. But it's officially my birthday so I can do what I want 😂 thank you so much for reading!

²⁶⁾ a roll of yellow crime scene tape

George wrapped his arms around Matty, tucking him to his chest as he stood at the edge of their driveway. A police officer was using a roll of yellow crime scene tape to mark it off, preventing access. Not that George wanted to go anywhere near the house again. He wondered if he coil hire someone to clean it out once the police were done with their investigation, he wondered if they even had to clear it out, or if they could just sell it as is. 

George wrapped his arms tighter around Matty, unable to feel the warmth of his body through the shiny material of the shock blanket he was wearing. He might not have been able to feel Matty’s warmth, but he could feel the way he was trembling. George ran his hand down Matty’s arms, trying to provide some kind of comfort. George wanted to leave, he wanted to take Matty somewhere else, but he wasn’t sure where they would go, that was their home, that was supposed to be their safe place that they were currently barred from. George also didn’t know if they were allowed to leave the property yet and he felt silly for even needing to ask. He wondered if it was even safe for them to leave. He hated all the uncertainty almost as much as he hated the man that tried to hurt Matty. 

He looked over at one of the police officers, talking to the neighbor that was currently trying to peak over the hedge. He wondered what the officer was saying, what their neighbor was saying. He knew that Mrs. Jefferson would be practically salivating, overjoyed to have access to the hottest of gossip first. George wanted to wave to the police officer, wanted to try and catch his attention to ask what they should be doing, but he didn’t want to let go of Matty to do so, and he knew that yelling would only startle his husband further. He couldn’t see his face but he knew that Matty had to be pale and wide eyed, though his gaze unseeing as his fractured mind struggled to unravel what had happened. 

Matty shifted in George’s arms, pressing himself impossibly closer. George knew he was probably imagining it, but he felt like he could feel Matty’s heart, still racing against his rib cage as the adrenaline surged through his veins. 

He hated that they were in this position. He hated that he hadn’t come home sooner, that he had left Matty alone and vulnerable. He hated that Matty already had a hard time sleeping, and that this was most likely only going to make it worse. George knew he, himself, wasn't going to be able to sleep after this, not anytime soon and not without chemical intervention. 

“George?” said Matty, his voice small and hesitant, shaking around the edges. 

George gave Matty another squeeze, letting him know that he was there, letting him know that he had heard him. 

“I don’t want to live here anymore.” 

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[whoopsyeahokay]

October between was EXACTLY what I was asking for, thank you so much!! I love that you chose Wally and Dawn as the pairing and that you wrote Dawn so true to her character

yaaasss 😭 i'm so happy that you enjoyed it! honestly, i always thought Wally x Dawn would be an interesting, unserious dynamic. very casual (mostly on her part; meanwhile our sentimental romantic boi wants to take her on dates she doesn't realize are dates until he tells her 😂).

idk, i just picture it so easily: Dawn checking her socials in Wally's lap while he boggles at how much a person can do with a phone these days. Wally trying to impress her with his moves on the field, but she's pointing out shapes in the clouds. it's adorable and silly and makes a weird sort of sense in my head 🫣

i'm thrilled i was able to deliver, and thank you again for the request!

big hugs ~ 💖

It's Just Biology, Wally

[sam-loves-seb]

see in my head i fully believe that over time i'm gonna go back and write all the days i've skipped in my whumptober series, it might take months but in my head, eventually, they will all get written. will this actually happen? who knows! but i am never short on ideas, only fuel and motivation, so we'll see what the next few months bring

of course i actually have to make it to the end of october first, but that's entirely besides the point

[fictionadventurer]

I've got a couple of days left in September when I want to squeeze in some time to finish a couple of books I was reading this month, and Inklings Challenge starts in a couple of days, so of course this was the perfect time to get obsessed with Victober and download a bunch of obscure Victorian books.

[dweeborea]