#oops 860 words

[traumxrei-archive]

【 stepping toe to toe with you 】

prompt #2: They were dancing together but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and now they were both standing here, awkwardly staring at each other (ft. jade leech, trey clover, ace trappola)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 860 words

a/n: hello it is so late i wanna sleep but i was also determined to post this today. so here we are. if there are spelling mistakes forgive me everyone, but i hope you enjoy :D

Jade Leech

Jade was never one for dancing, per se, but a very enthusiastic Prefect looking at him with puppy eyes was a good enough incentive as any.

"C'mon Jade-senpai," You said, tugging him to the middle of the hall. "They don't have parties like this everyday." And you were right, parties seldom happened in Mostro Lounge. But he was Jade Leech after all. He could indulge in you for a few minutes of mindless dancing.

That was until the music drastically shifted into a slow song. Jade froze. He swore that he saw Floyd standing near the sound booth with a smug smile on his face.

"Do you know how to ballroom dance, senpai?"

"Regrettably, I do not," Jade said shortly.

"Well, do you want to try?" With such an expectant smile on your face, how was Jade to refuse?

It wasn't long before Jade was flushing down his neck after stepping on your feet for the nth time.

"For someone who moves elegantly, your coordination is terrible," You teased and Jade was mentally preparing to roast Floyd on a spit.

"If you'd like to dance, Floyd would be happy to accompany you," Jade reasoned quickly. "He is more than competent dancer—."

"Senpai~" You drew out the last syllable, tugging till he was chest-to-chest with you. "It's you that I want to dance with, okay?"

And Jade shut up at that. His hand squeezed yours as he clumsily continued to blunder through the steps. Maybe dancing wasn't so bad, especially if it was with you.

Trey Clover

Trey had never been the one to listen to music in the kitchen, but you were. That was exactly why he was getting tugged along with you in a clumsy sort of dance. You laughed when he narrowly avoided bumping into a counter.

"Wow, senpai, where'd you learn those moves?" You asked, the teasing light on your tongue. He flushed lightly at the words, before grabbing your arm and pulling you into a spin.

"Give a guy a break," Trey mumbled, eyeing the clock. "I'm trying not to burn the cake."

"If it burns, then can I eat it?"

He sighed as you tugged him into another spin, "I spoil you too much."

That was when the music shuffled into a soft, orchestral tune. He froze in his spot, his hand lamely limp in yours are he looked everywhere but at you.

That was when you let go, bowing deeply, "Ahem, may I have this dance, Sir Clover?"

Trey took one look at the grin on your face and placed his hand in yours, "I hope you know how to lead, because I'm not well-versed in ballroom dancing."

You laughed, bright and colorful, "All you gotta do is hold on to me, alright, senpai?"

"Alright," Trey's reply was almost automatic, his heart fluttering. "I'll make sure never to let go." It sounded like a promise. And it was. It was a promise he was intent on keeping, after all.

Ace Trappola

Ace was having the time of his life. There was a smirk on his face as he entwined his fingers with yours, leading you through the crowd.

"Ace Trappola! We're– We just left all the others behind!" You scolded over the noise of the crowd.

"Oops, my bad," Ace said, clearly not feeling bad at all. "Those boring losers didn't even want to dance."

Your brows furrowed, "Those 'boring losers' are gonna end up getting kidnapp—"

"Relax," Ace drawled, pulling you into a spin. "Have some faith in Jack, will ya? 'Sides, it'd be a crime not to dance, Prefect." You looked two seconds from hitting him with a tirade of insults but he watched as your shoulders slumped.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Ace hummed the familiar tune, watching as you finally started loosening up. That was when he heard a voice booming over the speakers, "Alright folks, we got a request from Trappola Sucks to put on a slow song! Hope you enjoy it, Trappola Sucks!"

The song shifted to a slower one and you all but laughed, "Fifty thaumarks that it was Epel and Deuce."

"This is so not funny," Ace muttered, but he still pulled you closer. All the others around you had paired up, and he would be damned if a stranger came to take you away.

"May I have this dance, Mr. Trappola Sucks?" You asked, and he couldn't help but fondly roll his eyes.

His heart almost jumped up to his throat when he noticed just how close you were to him. Sevens, his palms were sweating.

You huffed out another laugh as you let your head fall on his shoulder, "Where'd all that bravado go? Don't tell me you've finally fallen for my charm?"

Ace pouted and before he could process what he was about to say, he blurted, "So what if I did? Are you gonna do anything about it?"

You hummed, squeezing his palm, "I would take you on a date?" And now Ace wasn't sure who was being swept off their feet. He was sure he confessed, but the way you took initiative made him speechless.

"Is that a yes, Trappola?"

"Fuck you. Of course it's a yes."

thank you so much for reading ! if you liked my work, go and check out my other writings in the masterlist <3

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[writer-kermit]

"Late Breakfast"

❥ Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Reader

❥ Genre: Smut

❥ Commissioned or Self Made: Self Made

❥ Word Count: 860

❧ - Summary: Just some morning sex with Toji ;)

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ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Teasing, Oral(Both receiving), Sensual Licking/Biting, Swearing, Degradation Kink, Hair Pulling, Praising Kink, MDNI

The setting was late in the morning, possibly around 11am. You awoke from your slumber, but it seemed like Toji Fushiguro–your husband wasn't there beside you. You look towards your left where your master bathroom was. Despite you being upset that he didn’t wake you up, you assumed he left for his “work”. So you got ready by yourself, wearing just a shirt and some underwear.

You stumbled your way to the living room, only to see Toji, sitting comfortably on the sofa. He looks at your direction and a small smile curved on his lips. “Well good morning…” He greeted you. “Good morning.” You replied. “Didn’t you say you’d be going to work today?” “Well, I had a change of plans.”

You couldn’t help but smirk and stretch in front of him, the ends of the large tee shirt barely showing your underwear. You could tell that Toji was gaping at you hungrily. He then gestured to you to sit on his lap, and you did. His hands almost immediately rested against your ass as your sex grazes against his groin.

“You're just tempting me now aren’t ya?” Toji asked you. “How could I not?” You replied. “I’ve been waiting since last night. I haven’t even touched myself ‘till now you know.” “Is that so? Such a good baby…” He caressed your cheek and then pulled you into a deep kiss. You let his tongue slide inside your mouth, you let out a muffled moan as his hands were gripping on your waist.

“Mnn.. haah.. Toji..” You whined, your ass still squirming against his tented pants. “I- I want it.. I want you..” “Oh yeah? Looks like someone’s getting impatient..” Toji grunted, his hand still groping your ass. “Alright, alright… since you’ve been so good to me, how about you have your breakfast…”

Toji orders you to get on your knees. Once you did, he pulled down his pants & boxers, revealing his swollen cock. Before you could “dig in”, he stopped you, his hand grasping your cheek. “Ah, ah, ah.” He sang. “ You can’t possibly eat without blessing your meal.” “You’re right I’m sorry.” You exclaimed. “Thank you for the food…”

You kissed the tip of Toji’s cock before fitting it inside of your mouth. Your head bobbed repeatedly as you continued to suck his dick. Your tongue teasingly licked the shaft right before going down again. “Ngh.. Fuck.. Yeah, choke on that cock… Choke on that fucking cock baby…” Fushiguro groaned.

He forced you down further on his dick, causing you to slightly gag. Your teary eyes perked up to Toji’s devilish grin, patronizing you. You couldn’t help but touch yourself from the fact that you were being mentally degraded, but yet praised at the same time. Toji then let out a raspy moan as he came inside your mouth. You had the palm of your hands under your lips in case any access cum poured out.

“Such a good baby..” Toji teased, gently patting your head. “Swallowing all of my seed like that.. Oh?” He grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stand up, revealing your soaked underwear. “Don’t tell me you’ve been touching yourself without my permission.” “...Oops?” You mumbled. “I couldn’t control myself. Sorry.”

Toji didn’t respond to your petty excuse. He simply pinned you down on your back facing the sofa with both of your hands pinned above your head. He used his left hand to toy with your sex, his fingers making tiny circles against your underwear. “Hyaah! Nngh… Toji..” You whimpered, squirming against his touch. “If.. if you keep touching me like this–”

“Aw, is my sweet baby gonna cum just by me barely touching you?” Toji interrupted. “I wonder if I touched you here?..” His hand went down your garments, his index and middle fingers slowly penetrating your sex. Small whines and whimpers escaped from your lips as his fingers slowly thrust you, making more squelching noises as you became more aroused.

Once he was satisfied, he hovered his fingers against your face. “Suck.” Toji ordered you. You sucked on his fingers, your saliva coating his fingers. “Look at you.. You’re such a dirty slut aren’t you?” Toji spat. “But you’re mine right? Say you’re mine baby…” He cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. “Y-yeah..” You muttered. “I’m your.. dirty slut..” He let out a dark chuckle and laid down on the sofa. You already knew what to do next.

You got on top of him and slowly got down on his cock. “Oh Fuck..” He hissed. “You’re so fucking tight baby..” You bounced up and down on his cock as Toji gripped your hips. “Ahhn.. Feels so good.. Oh my god.. Ah.. Ah..” You sobbed. “Oh fuck that’s it.. Take all my cock.. Take it all…” He then wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he came inside of you.

…

“Heh.. Did you like breakfast?” Toji whispered. “You nodded slowly and pecked his cheek. “Maybe I can have lunch early?” You asked innocently. Toji only laughed and kissed your forehead. “Maybe next time darling.” Well, that was certainly one way to start your morning.

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[cringefaildiaz]

oops, thought too hard about "I don't believe in magic, I believe in chemistry" "oh, it's science, I see" and "works like magic" and Buck's experience working in construction and I accidentally wrote a 6x17 coda

On the difference between magic and chemistry, and their relationship to thermoset adhesives

6x17 coda, ~860 words

“I have never been so excited to get a call from you,” Buck says, barging into the house with a plastic bag bearing the name of a local craft store on his arm.

“Glad my deficiencies are so thrilling,” Eddie breathes out. He’s trying to focus on the pieces of the model in front of him–Chris’ drafts are irritatingly well-labeled, which makes how much he’s struggling to piece them together that much more embarrassing. 

“Ah,” Buck grins, quirking an eyebrow as he settles down next to Eddie, drawing the model pieces away from Eddie to sit in front of him instead, “but it takes real wisdom to know when to call in the experts.”

He plucks the wall Eddie’s attempting to position from his fingertips, flipping it around and slotting it in place, right where it belongs. Eddie has the passing thought that maybe he should feel a little bit like he’s failing, needing Buck to come help him assemble his own kid’s design; he doesn’t, though. There was a twinge of it–when he was sitting here alone, staring at the pieces laid out on the coffee table, trying to make sense of it all–but calling Buck never feels like admitting defeat. It hasn't for a long, long time. 

“Sorry to drag you over here. I’m sure you have better things to do on your 48 off,” Eddie says, not really meaning a word of it until–“Shit, you didn’t have plans with Natalia, did you?”

Buck looks away from the model pieces for the first time since he sat down, his gaze dropping into his lap. On his next inhale, his face cracks into a rueful smile Eddie’s seen too many times before. Maybe it's a little presumptuous to think he can read Buck’s insecurities in the tilt of his mouth, but Eddie’s pretty sure Buck can read him the same way.

“No, I, uh–” he stutters out, and Eddie wants to scream at the world for putting him through this, whatever it turns out to be this time, on top of everything else. “I think that’s probably over. Kameron showed up at my place while we were having dinner, and I had just had to tell her about Taylor, and we had run into Lucy the other night, and–I don’t know. Seemed like maybe it was too much for her.”

Seems like I was too much for her, Buck doesn’t say, but Eddie reads it in the wobble of his not-quite-right smile and the sadness behind his eyes.

“Anyways,” Buck says with a grin, a real one this time, “that’s why I was so glad you called.” 

Eddie’s heart doesn’t skip in his chest, because what the hell would that say about him? Buck barrels on, “Kameron showed up at the loft looking for a place to stay–don’t ask, she was freaking out so much she wasn’t speaking in full sentences; except, conveniently, to tell me she really needed pickles; but I don’t know what’s happening with her and Connor–and then passes out in my bed, so I was stuck on the couch, and it sucks, Eddie, it’s so uncomfortable.”

“Well,” Eddie replies smoothly, somehow–despite the fact that he’d barely registered the majority of Buck’s run-on sentence, still stuck on the way his own breath hitched when he thought Buck had meant he was glad Eddie asked him to come over because–not important. There’s a bigger task at hand. “Glad I can offer you mine, at least,” Eddie says, gesturing at the couch, “for the small price of helping me put my kid’s genius plans together.”

“Like I wouldn’t do that anyway,” and Buck’s smiling so wide as he props the last wall up, it makes Eddie’s chest ache. Why is his chest aching? 

“Task at hand,” Buck says, nodding down at the level’s four walls he’s holding in place, “where’s the glue?”

“Epoxy,” Eddie says, grabbing it off the table and uncapping it, bringing it down to the point where the balsa walls meet the plastic base they’re building on, “I ran into Marisol, that woman whose house we helped fix up last fall, at the hardware store. She said this one ‘works like magic.’” 

As Eddie draws the little tube around the base of the four walls, hands slipping under and around Buck’s while they hold them steady, Buck goes suspiciously silent. Eddie glances up at Buck hovering over him, where he's now leaning awkwardly over the table to reach the model where Buck had pulled it in front of himself. There’s a funny look on Buck’s face where it looks down at Eddie, and this time he can't quite interpret the emotion behind it.

“It’s not magic,” Buck says, a little more pointedly than Eddie would expect for his usually whimsical nature, “It’s chemistry. I read about it a few weeks ago, when Chris was building that model water molecule for his science class out of styrofoam–we didn’t know why super glue wasn’t working and I went down a rabbit hole–anyways, its,” and he inhales, for the first time since he started talking, “it thermosets, that’s why it’s so strong. It’s chemistry.”

Forged in fire, Eddie thinks, and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

#featuring extensive run on sentences as I grapple with trying to capture their voices #I havent written in a long long LONG time and never fic so #idk! hope its good! #PSA: this is not the correct order of operations when assembling a scale model #and also I don’t actually know the science of epoxy and I wasn't gonna try to figure it out #911 fox #911 spoilers #buddie #buddie fic #bean writes

[astaralys]

Prompt List: (honestly, practically all of them are gold, so it was really hard to pick just one but I'll go with) Random #24

Random prompt #24: Did You Just Hiss At Me?

> Still alive, Feisty Pants?

> Two words: CHOCOLATE. FOUNTAIN.

> More than alive then :)

Anna grins around the chocolate strawberry she’s just popped into her mouth. She likes that Kristoff uses commas and capital letters and emojis. She likes that he’s probably texting her while walking home from work. She especially likes that he doesn’t seem to understand how she could possibly be having a good time, but is nonetheless happy that she is.

She likes this charity ball a lot more than she thought she would, too. There’s a part of her that misses these chances to get in a nice dress and have a night of fun for a good cause. There’s a part of her that misses being seen like this. And every part of her misses her parents.

But there’s also a part of her that keeps scanning the room and unclenching each time she catches sight of Elsa. Her sister keeps shooting her are you okay looks even though she’s the one getting swarmed by people and reporters while Anna takes up permanent residence by the dessert table.

She’ll just get a few more nibbles. Then she’ll go over and rescue her sister. She’ll rescue her sister with nibbles. Great plan.

Someone sidles up to her just as she stuffs two marshmallows into her mouth. “Would you like a napkin, miss?”

Anna feels like a hamster as her head jerks up. “Oh no, is there something on my fa—” The rest of the word is mangled by an undignified sound of dismay.

Hans Westergaard blinks, and then arches a stupidly perfect eyebrow. “Did you just hiss at me?”

It’s a struggle not to choke. “What are you doing here?”

“Why, I’m offering the ungrateful lady a napkin. And yes, there is something on your face. Would you like me to—”

“No, thank you.” She snatches the napkin.

Hans watches with a slight smirk. He looks like a fairy-tale prince with his slicked-back hair and that nicely-tailored suit… wait a minute.

“Oh dear lord,” Anna mutters.

It’s the same damn suit he was wearing the night they met. The night Anna had made the mistake of believing that she’d found an actual fairy-tale prince who actually loved her only to find out months later that he was actually in love with her inheritance.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Anna,” Hans is saying blithely. A passing couple catches his eye and he smiles charmingly, raising his glass to them. “Last I heard, you were focusing on your studies. Oh, but of course—you must be accompanying your sister. She’s the one who actually knows what she’s doing. I never got to properly introduce myself while we were together. I should go over and rescue her from the mayor. Maybe she’d be more grateful… why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” Anna chirps. “Hi, sis.”

The colour leeches from Hans’s face as he whirls around.

Elsa is the picture of sophisticated grace in her lavender gown, hands clasped patiently in front of her. “I’m sorry; I didn’t want to interrupt. Might I borrow my sister?”

Anna shoots Hans a smug smile as she skips around him.

“You have chocolate on your face,” Elsa chides, setting down her untouched champagne flute as she takes the crumpled napkin and dabs at Anna’s cheek.

Hans is left gawking for a moment. Then he recovers. “Hello, Elsa.”

“Hans,” Elsa replies, nodding back politely. “It’s good to finally meet you. I’m sorry I missed the wedding.”

“Wait, what?” Anna wonders if Elsa actually has been drinking too much—she knows that Anna mailed Hans’s ring back in a jack-in-the-box booby-trapped with chilli powder, right? She was the one who’d suggested the chilli powder in the first place!

Then Elsa adds, “Please give Ursula my regards.”

Hans’s expression puckers as if Elsa has emptied her glass over his head. His ears go red as his wine, and he mutters something before spinning on his heels and disappearing back into the crowd.

Anna immediately whirls on Elsa. “Um?”

“Yes?”

“Wedding? Ursula? What?”

Turning to the dessert table, Elsa picks up a skewer and starts sliding on marshmallows at an agonisingly tranquil pace. “It’s not public knowledge, but it seems your ex-fiancé tried to become ‘close friends’ with another heiress. Except she was not an heiress.”

“I’m so confused. He didn’t know who she was?”

“I believe he wasn’t entirely… cognizant.”

“Elsaaaaa.”

Her sister’s eyes twinkle as she dips the skewer into the chocolate fountain. “They were in Vegas, Anna.”

“Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Are you saying—did they—”

“I’m sure he will find a way out of it. He is a lawyer, after all.”

“Still!” Anna howls, wiping tears from her eyes. “How did you know?”

“Why do you think I know?”

“Aww.” Anna drops her head on Elsa’s shoulder. “Love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.” Elsa deftly moves her skewer away just as Anna tries to take a bite. “But not enough to share.”

“Oh, come on! Just one bite, you stinker!”

Kristoff was right: she’s more than alive.

—

Thank you for the prompt! This one ran away from me 😅

Here’s the prompts list if anyone wants to request more modern AU stuff!

#oops 860 words #actually my first time writing Hans haha #writing in present tense is so trippy #frozen fanfiction #modern au #elsa #anna #snow sisters #prompt #my writing #drabble

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Doors And... (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/172990638116/doors-and-flash-fiction-820-dont-open-the): Two siblings find themselves in a predicament when home alone.

Dying While In Water (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/178632696246/dying-while-in-water): It’s a wonderful way to spend eternity.

Empty Box (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175707107881/empty-box-flash-fiction-871): Better keep it closed.

Everything You Know About The Reaper Is Wrong (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173288626491/everything-you-know-about-the-reaper-is-wrong): The grim reaper doesn’t exist.

Exorcism (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174052622786/exorcism-it-is-upon-my-sweat-speckled-brow-that-i): A man frees himself from his demons.

Eye Problems (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/169614725296/eye-problems-flash-fiction-772-one-of-my-eyes): A story that has some basis in reality.

Eyes Cold Treat (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173222637991/eyes-cold-treat-flash-fiction-825-whats): Don’t take anything from strangers.

Footsteps (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175606054391/footsteps-flash-fiction-870): They are so annoying.

Friends Don’t Let Friends (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173573210141/friends-dont-let-friends-flash-fiction-833): Age old advice.

Go To Bed (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/170088368061/go-to-bed-flash-fiction-779-jacob-decided-to): A boy should really listen to his mother.

Guilt (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/179787337366/guilt): It never leaves you.

Hairy Henry (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175037909106/hairy-henry-flash-fiction-432): Not what he seems.

Happily Ever After (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173124026236/happily-ever-after-flash-fiction-824-the-evil): A twist on the classic fairy tale ending.

Here’s A Joke (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/171195923281/heres-a-joke-flash-fiction-794-heres-a-joke): I don’t think that you’d find this particularly funny.

Here There Be Snakes (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/179108475321/here-there-be-snakes): A story that’s based on a personal fear.

Human Strings (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/177938538551/human-strings): Strum me like a guitar, baby.

Hunter’s Advice (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/180343283941/hunters-advice): Want to save some money this thanksgiving?

I Am Not (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174910922371/i-am-not-flash-fiction-860): A new distorted reality.

Ignorance Is Bliss (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/169849960846/ignorance-is-bliss-flash-fiction-775-we-gaze-up): Don’t question anything.

I’m So Glad I’ve Found A Girlfriend (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/172822724931/im-so-glad-ive-found-a-girlfriend-flash-fiction): A desperate teenage boy meets the girl of his dreams.

Little Slip-Up (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175471841346/little-slip-up): Oops.

Long Hair (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/170300372966/long-hair-flash-fiction-782-as-the-little-girl): A good reason why you should always put your hair up before going to bed.

Long Live The Princess (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/177479091201/long-live-the-princess): Sibling jealousy at its worst.

Looking For Trouble (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/169769511011/looking-for-trouble-flash-fiction-774-if-you): There are some strange things around the house.

Monsters of Old (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/169186648331/monsters-of-old-flash-fiction-771-the-monsters): How foolish are we?

My Mother’s Voice (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174819307851/my-mothers-voice-short-story-28): A boy reunites with his mother.

My Sister, The Brat (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174597774361/my-sister-the-brat-flash-fiction-855-i-killed): Siblings always fight.

Nothing Matters (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/170110437546/nothing-matters-flash-fiction-780-tw): Why should we bother being good people?

Other Things To Worry About (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/171826824066/other-things-to-worry-about-flash-fiction-801): Two wrongs don’t make a right.

Our Last Trip To The Beach (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175104367486/our-last-trip-to-the-beach-flash-fiction-862): A married couple come across a strange object.

Overwhelmed (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/176300801581/overwhelmed): And overworked.

Piece By Piece (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175268362286/piece-by-piece-flash-fiction-865): A man is tortured in the woods.

Rabid (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/180514737066/rabid): Get your pets vaccinated.

Refill Its Water Dish (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/177548793516/refill-its-water-dish): A murderer forgets something very, very important when planning a murder.

Self-Control (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175743979721/self-control-flash-fiction-872): We all have dark thoughts sometimes.

Skeptic And Believer (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/171792016151/skeptic-and-believer-flash-fiction-800-i-think): Believe.

Smooth Surface (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/170262591611/smooth-surface-flash-fiction-781-i-climb-up-on): A sailor is stranded in unfriendly waters.

Snuggling After Dinner (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173091843056/snuggling-after-dinner-flash-fiction-823-i): How romantic.

Something Strange Happened Last Night (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/172855784556/something-strange-happened-last-night-flash): Can I tell you guys?

Something Wrong, Something Gone (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173479011126/something-wrong-something-gone-flash-fiction): A woman comes home to find something off.

Stroke of Midnight (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175777741911/stroke-of-midnight-flash-fiction-873): An old man faces an inevitable horror.

Sweet Spotlights (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/171123841596/sweet-spotlights-flash-fiction-792-the): Take a bow before your eternal audience.

The Box (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/170606865536/the-box-flash-fiction-787-one-afternoon-while): A curious little girl is just too curious for her own good.

The Children Are Sleeping (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/172688766331/the-children-are-sleeping-flash-fiction-814-our): A parent’s worst nightmare.

The Dead Can’t Harm The Living (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173763080641/the-dead-cant-harm-the-living-flash-fiction): A woman and her husband come across a car crash and make a common mistake.

The Monster (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/170011012251/the-monster-flash-fiction-778-tw-violence-the): There are monsters inside us all.

The Moon Pest (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173731687496/the-moon-pest-flash-fiction-848-the-moon-pest): A creature is hiding and its prey is panicking.

There Are Other Buttons (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174376491556/there-are-other-buttons-flash-fiction-854-i): How could I have been so blind?

There Is Something Hunting In The Canadian Wilderness (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/172029844221/something-is-hunting-in-the-canadian-wilderness): The inspiration for Silence Reigns.

The Toy Chest (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/171049033646/the-toy-chest-flash-fiction-790-i-used-to-have): A teenage boy doesn’t want his childhood.

They Love It When It’s Quiet (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174658490786/they-love-it-when-its-quiet-flash-fiction-857)

They Still Had Each Other (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/176018982806/they-still-had-each-other-flash-fiction-874): Anything goes when adults aren’t around.

Time To Play (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/180376611736/time-to-play): A story about a boy and his friends.

Trick of the Moonlight (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/172097350651/trick-of-the-moonlight-flash-fiction-805-you): A common experience.

True Self (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173699867636/true-self-flash-fiction-838-freud-was-right): Embrace your own.

Turn On The Radio (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/176479246111/turn-on-the-radio): A piece of a puzzle that spans countless worlds.

Validation For Self Destruction (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/178853669036/validation-for-self-destruction): Every ghost needs her audience.

We’re All Hosts (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/177514156291/were-all-hosts): You can’t get rid of this parasite.

What Is The Imagiscape (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/178886188586/what-is-the-imagiscape): Dive into the pool. Return with a story.

What Scares Me (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173026205336/what-scares-me-flash-fiction-821-what-scares): I thought you’d never ask.

What The Dead Leave Behind (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/179074383101/what-the-dead-leave-behind): Always look.

When Hell Opened Its Gates (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/178006116971/when-hell-opened-its-gates): You should know a bit of Georgian lore.

Witness The Lesson (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/175072201106/witness-the-lesson-flash-fiction-861): I was there when it all ended.

Poetry:

A Girl’s Touch (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/171446745656/a-girls-touch-poetry-248-the-girl-in-the-red)

A Nightmare (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174366900851/a-nightmare-poetry-267-i-had-a-nightmare-last)

Inner Mystery (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174784251796/inner-mystery-poetry-281-i-can-feel-her-hands)

Medicate Me (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/176552718141/medicate-me)

Strings (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174431891806/strings-poetry-273-just-a-puppet-on-a-string)

The Fan (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174400650091/the-fan-poetry-272-a-dusty-fan-spins-and-spins)

The Hole In Me (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/174333577411/the-hole-in-me-poetry-266-it-couldnt-have-been)

Untitled #1 (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/171468286276/untitled-1-poetry-249-on-bleed-wed-shores-i)

Untitled #2 (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/172373464676/untitled-2-poem-251-in-every-mans-heart)

Wake Up (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/172697452796/wake-up-poem-255-the-scarlet-star-peers-heart)

Two Sentence Stories:

Hum (https://evanthenerd83.tumblr.com/post/173388924921/i-dont-hum-anymore)

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