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Fandom: The Flash
Prompt: Crackfic
Characters: Barry Allen, Morgan Wells (OC), Eobard Thawne/Harrison Wells (“Eowells”), Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Iris West, Eddie Thawne, Joe West
Pairings/Relationships: Morgan & Thawne, Barry & Thawne, Cisco & Thawne, Eddie & Thawne
Summary:
Team Flash decides that the best punishment for Eowells, after everything he’s done…is to shoot him into the sun. Easier said than done, but…they might just be able to get him to help them build it.
This fic is dedicated to @typical-bistander, who was the first person to suggest this 😅 I wasn’t sure when I’d write it, but the OCX crackfic prompt presented a great opportunity. Also, to everyone who’s commented similar variations of punting Eowells into the sun (like @goldheartedchaoticdisaster), consider this dedicated to you too!
On that note, thank you again to the wonderful @occreatorexchange for hosting this 🥰 I’ve never written a crackfic before, this was fun! It’s sort of a blend between crack and serious tbh, but it was a fun experiment.
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I am really enjoying The Clone Wars Gets a New Victim. I haven't read as much as I would like to. But I adore Grim and her relationships with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka.
I hope that you like this collage. Obviously, Grim was going to be the focus of this piece, but I also wanted to include Ahsoka, her love interest, and the platonic relationships with Obi-Wan and Anakin (even though I know that relationship will deteriorate).
I will also share the Grim avatars that I made with a dollmaker website. I tried to get the clothes, hair, and colors as close as possible to your artwork. I studied the reference sheets, your edit of Chloe Grace Moretz as Grim, and pics of both Lucy and Chloe for hours. I used Canva's photo editor for the scars.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: The Flash
Pairing: Morgan & Thawne, Barry & Morgan (implied)
Characters: Morgan Wells (OC), Eobard Thawne/Harrison Wells (“Eowells”)
Thanks so much to @occreatorexchange for hosting this event! Anyone who wants to participate should head over to this post and fill out the form 💞
Summary:
“You see,” he murmured, “there are some people who use terrifying forces for good. And when it comes to lightning…well, there’s one hero that comes to mind. A hero with lightning in his eyes and coursing through his veins…a hero as quick as a blink, trailing lightning wherever he went.”
“A…hero?”
“Indeed. The lightning gave this hero the power to do good—to be fast, to be brave…the best there ever was.”
6-year-old Morgan has feared thunderstorms for a while. Eowells thinks he finally has a permanent cure.
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Thank you @themaradwrites and @munstysmind for hosting the @occreatorexchange Prompt-oween Halloween Prompt Challenge. You gave me the chance to write for a month and a half, find my creativity again, and explore my OCs, including newer ones like Molly Yates and Violet Evans. I know I stalled out on the last few prompts, but one day, I do plan to write them.
Thank you for the lovely moodboard of my Cobra Kai OC, Alyssa Riley Morgan-Parker!
Prompt: “I bought toilet paper and eggs! Those assholes aren't home. Let’s go!” “I’m pretty sure this is grounds for an annulment.”
Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai
Characters: Jimmy, Jenny Parker
Rating: G
Word Count: 456
Note(s): Set in the universe of my fic, Never Knew. Jenny is technically canon, but thus far, is an unseen/unheard character that has no personality in the one episode she is mentioned in. I came up with her personality and faceclaim for my story.
It was Jimmy and Jenny’s first Halloween as a married couple. They were happy in their new home. The only problem was some of their neighbors: an uptight elderly couple who were constantly on power trips.
Donald and Marjorie Blanchard were in charge of the Home Owner’s Association. They constantly made their neighbors’ lives hell. Their latest crime was attempting to ban trick-or-treating.
“I can’t believe this!” Jimmy exclaims, reading the latest HOA newsletter.
“I know. It’s supposed to be a good, safe neighborhood for kids,” Jenny says. “That’s why we chose it, for our future family.”
“What kind of people hate kids so much that they’ll force them out of the neighborhood? I swear, the HOA rules weren’t this strict when we first looked at the house,” Jimmy replies.
***
Jenny comes inside from weeding in her garden. The Blanchard-run HOA complained and threatened fines because of the weeds. It’s not Jenny’s fault that the school kept her busy this past week.
Jenny walks into the kitchen to wash the dirt off her hands and arms. She hears the front door open and slam shut.
“Jenn?”
“Kitchen,” she calls to her husband.
Jimmy rushes in, carrying shopping bags. He has a wild look in his blue eyes. “I bought toilet paper and eggs! Those assholes aren't home. Let’s go!”
Jenny blinks. He can’t seriously be planning on what he was implying. It has to be a joke. She folds her arms, smirking. “I’m pretty sure this is grounds for an annulment.”
Jimmy sets the bags down on the white countertop. He stares at her, confused. “On what grounds? We were both single, unmarried and over the age of eighteen. I didn’t trick or manipulate you into anything. And we were both of sound mind when we entered into it. We’ve also consummated over marriage several times.”
Jenny laughs, which confuses her husband even more. She walks over to him, putting her arms around him. Jenny kisses his forehead. “See, I knew that would snap you out of it. Darling, have you been drinking? Perhaps, in the company of Johnny, Tommy, or Dutch?”
“Yeah,” he admits.
“And was Bobby there?”
Jimmy shakes his head.
Jenny nods. “I thought that might be the case. Sweetheart, you’re a lawyer. Don’t go committing acts of vandalism, despite how much Donald and Marjorie deserve it. You’re not a delinquent or a degenerate. Why don’t we get some of the other neighbors together and talk? I’m sure we’re not the only ones upset about the trick-or-treating ban. Or the other petty complaints and targeting by Donald and Marjorie. And I’m sure that you, my handsome lawyer, can find a legal way to stop them.”
Summary: David takes Molly shopping for a Halloween costume.
“Come on, Daddy! Let’s go!”
David groaned as Molly dragged him into Spirit Halloween. It was that time again. He hated it. So, of course, his daughter would love the holiday.
Molly’s blue eyes would always grow wide with wonder at all the decorations and costumes on display. Unfortunately for him, what attracted her attention the most were either on the expensive side or things that he didn’t approve of for a child of her age.
She was eyeing the Queen Amidala costume. Molly had fallen in love with Star Wars quite early on. David took her to see the new movie back in May, after quite a bit of begging. Molly immediately clicked with the Amidala character.
David saw the price tag. He grimaced. Of course, the movie being a box office hit would ensure price gouging on Halloween costumes. “It’s a bit much, love. Why don’t we see if they’ve got any other Star Wars costumes.”
Molly pouted at first. Then David could see an idea forming in her head.
At that moment, a sales associate stopped in front of them. “Hi, welcome to Spirit Halloween. Can I help you find something?”
“Can I be a Jedi?” Molly asked, eyes bright with hope.
He frowned. “I’m sorry, but all the Jedi costumes are for boys and men.”
“But that’s stupid!” Molly stomped her foot in outrage. “There’s plenty of girl Jedi! Leia Organa Solo. Mara Jade. Jaina Solo. Adi Gallia. Depa Billaba. Tenel Ka. Tahiri Veila. Yaddle.”
The associate was dumbstruck. “Uh, I haven’t heard of most of those characters.”
“Not my fault you’ve never opened a book,” Molly retorted.
David frowned. “Molly! Don’t be rude.” He apologized to the young man. “Do you have any Princess Leia costumes?”
The associate went to look for some. David looked down at his daughter. “Care to explain your behavior?”
Molly sighed. “I’m sorry, Daddy. But it’s not fair! The boys get to be anybody they want. Sometimes, I don’t want to be a princess. And they never have all the cool girl characters. Why?”
It was David’s turn to sigh. How was he supposed to explain sexism and marketing to a five-year-old? “You’re right, it’s not fair. And not everyone is going to know about the characters you like because they don’t read the same books. Keep up that behavior and I won’t take you trick or treating. Nor will I let you wear a costume at school. Do you understand?”
Molly nods. The sales associate returned. “I’m sorry but we don’t have any Leia costumes in her size.”
“Got any Star Trek?” she asks.
He looked at her, hesitant.
David knew he was afraid that Molly would blow up at him again. “Let me guess, only Kirk and Spock. No Lieutenant Uhura or Nurse Chapel.”
“None for little girls, no,” the associate confirmed.
“Right, thanks. We’ll continue looking,” David dismissed him. He looks down at Molly, placing a hand on her head. “Got any other ideas?”
Molly pursed her lips as she thought. She glanced around at some of the costumes. Then she broke out in a smile. “Uh-huh.”
David lifted an eyebrow. “Well, you gonna tell me?”
“I wanna be a Spice Girl!” Molly throws her fists in the air. “‘Every boy and every girl / Spice up your life!’”
David blinked. That was not what he was expecting. “Molls, while I’m glad you’re showing some interest in something from England,” he started.
“I want to be Posh!” she interrupted him.
He had tried to let her down gently. “No, you’re not going to be Victoria Beckham. If I let you be any of them, it would be Sporty. At least, most of her is covered up,” he muttered to himself.
“I get to be Mel C?! Yes, she’s my next favorite!” Molly started dancing around in celebration.
David covered his face, groaning. Then he crouched down to put his hands on her shoulders. “Molly, no. Stop, stop.” Once he got her to stop, she stared up at him, confused. “No, sweetheart, you misunderstood me. You can’t be Posh or Sporty, or any of them. No Spice Girls. You’re too young.”
Molly visibly wilted.
David hated seeing her like that. But she had to learn that when he set limits and rules, he was doing so for her benefit and she had to follow them. David caressed her cheek. “Come on, I know you have another idea. Let’s hear it then.”
She bit her lip. If he didn’t like her last one, he probably wouldn’t like this one. “Can I be Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas? They have the costume. I saw it.”
Another frown. “And when did you see that? I didn’t say that you could.”
“But Daddy, it’s Disney!” Molly protested. “You said that Disney movies are okay.”
David lifted a finger. “No, I said that most Disney movies are okay. The Nightmare Before Christmas is not one of them.”
“But it’s not scary!”
“Molly, enough! We’re not doing this here,” David warned her. He stood up and guided his daughter to a rack of costumes. After a cursory glance, David took off two outfits. “Last chance. “You want a costume, pick one: black cat or ladybug.”
***
It was just before five in the evening when David and Molly joined some of the kids and parents in their apartment building. David was glad that he decided to go trick-or-treating with a group this year. It was safer for all of the children. It made the event less hectic for him. And it was better for both he and Molly to socialize with people their own age.
By the fifth house, the kids were wired and already had more than enough candy in their bags. The sixth house had run out of candy from previous trick-or-treaters. But instead of having them leave, the homeowner had the children wait on the porch while he grabbed another bag from the kitchen. The parents and kids chatted amongst themselves.
But David tuned it all out. He watched as Molly was having the time of her life. He wasn’t sure if she would. Things had been a bit tense after the costume debacle. Molly had been quiet and withdrawn from him, staying in her room. David had decided against dismissing the babysitters who he suspected were letting her watch those movies, but had firm conversations with them about the rules.
Molly had always struggled with socialization. David sometimes worried that his little girl would never make friends. At least, none her own age. She was her usual bright, inquisitive self around him, his dad, and the babysitters. But put her near other children and she hung back or played by herself. Until now. She was talking quite animatedly to a girl and boy dressed as a witch and wizard. She was all smiles, twirling around in her black velvet and mesh dress, her pinned-on cat tail swishing about. It warmed his heart to see Molly so comfortable. He snapped a few photos to commemorate the occasion.
Molly caught him taking pictures. She gave a big smile and ran to him. David barely had time to catch her as she launched herself at him. “You look beautiful. Cutest cat I’ve ever seen. You seem to be having fun.”
“I am, Daddy,” Molly told him.
David hugs her, kissing the top of her head. “I am so glad to hear that, sweetheart.”
Prompt: “You can’t buy candy corn for trick or treaters! That’s the fruitcake of Halloween!
Fandom: Doctor Who/The Sarah Jane Adventures
Characters: OCs David Yates, Molly Yates, and minor OCs
Rating: G/T (slight language)
Word count: 989
Summary: David celebrates Molly's first Halloween.
Note: This is something of a prequel ficlet to my current Whoniverse WIP.
It wasn’t David’s first Halloween in the States. But it was his first with a child. Before Molly, things were simple. He could simply forget the “holiday” existed. It’s only been in the last decade or two that Halloween really took hold of Britain, even if the traditions originated there. But in America, it’s very in one’s face and a part of the culture, whether it’s about the candy, the decorations, or costumes.
Ken, a coworker, popped his head in David’s cubicle. “So, what are you dressing the munchkin up as?”
David stared at him as if he had two heads. “She’s two months old!”
Ken shrugged. “Yeah, and?”
“I think she’s way too young. She won’t understand what is going on. And most importantly, Molly can’t even eat solid foods, let alone candy,” David replied.
“David,” Ken shook his head. “You’re missing the big picture here.”
David frowns, confused. “I don’t see how, but go on.”
“You’re a young, handsome single man with a baby. You put a cute costume on the kid, walk around the neighborhood, and collect some candy for yourself. And some phone numbers from the single mommies and aunts who took the kids trick-or-treating.”
David’s lip curled. Instead of engaging, he told his coworker that he was staying home.
“Well, that works too,” Ken admitted.
David breathed a sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, Ken wasn’t finished. “You can still get their numbers if you stay home and hand out candy. But the baby still needs to be dressed up. And when you answer the door, make sure you hold her so that the ladies can see that there isn’t a ring on your finger.”
David covered his face. “Oh, my God,” he groaned into his hands. A throbbing started in his temple. “Ken, can you please leave? I’ve got work to do.”
***
After he got off work, David stopped at a 99 Cents Only Store before picking Molly up from daycare. He was already regretting letting Ken get inside his head. David quickly grabbed up two of the cheaper bags of individually wrapped candy, a garish green monster pail, and the first Halloween costume that he thought would fit his daughter.
***
There was a knock at the Yates’ apartment door. David rushed out of the nursery, adjusting his daughter in his arms. “Coming!”
Molly fussed.
David peered down at her. “Don’t cry, love. You’ve got a clean nappy. Daddy’s got you. You’re fine. You even look cute in that getup.”
She cooed at him, which earned her a smile.
Someone knocked on the door again. David sighed. “Well, here goes nothing. Happy Halloween,” he greeted as he opened the door.
“Trick or treat!”
In the hallway stood two boys and a girl, dressed as Freddy Krueger, the Red Power Ranger, and a princess. The smile that David had plastered on fell when he saw Ken with the kids. “What are you doing here?”
“The ex had a party to go to, so I’m taking the kids trick-or-treating. Also, I wanted to see if you wanted to come along.” Ken peered down at the baby. “Oh, good. You did dress her up for the occasion. Could have found something better than a pumpkin, though.”
David’s mouth tightened. “I already said I was staying in. Molly will be due for a feeding in at least an hour. I’m not packing and lugging around a diaper bag and stroller just so you can pick up women.”
David grunted in pain as a boy in a Freddy Krueger costume kicked him in the shin. “Hey, where’s the candy?”
“Tommy! Don’t be a pain in the ass!” Ken warned his son. “Sorry, about that Dave.”
David glared at the kid. He picked up the pail from a side table, shoving it at the kid. “Here, help yourself.”
The boys immediately started digging in it.
“Eww! Dad, there’s candy corn!” complained the Power Ranger.
Ken gaped at David.
“What?”
“You can’t buy candy corn for trick-or-treaters!” Ken exclaimed, gesticulating wildly. “That’s the fruitcake of Halloween! Stores probably keep that junk in storage year round because nobody buys it.”
David rolled his eyes. “That’s ridiculous. And I happen to like Christmas cakes, thank you very much.”
Ken waved him off. “You’re a Brit. What did I expect?”
Feeling a warning throb of another headache, David was about to order his coworker and kids out of the apartment. He was interrupted by his trousers being tugged on. David looked down to see the little princess, who couldn’t be more than four years old. He crouched to her level. “Yes?”
“I brought something for the baby.” The princess held up a book, The Berenstain Bears Trick or Treat.
“Kelly likes to be read to at bedtime,” Ken informed him. “When I told her that we’d be visiting you and Baby Molly, she decided that your little pumpkin needed a Halloween book.”
David smiled at the little girl. “Kelly, that was very sweet of you. Guess what? Molly likes to be read to, as well. Would you like to say hello?”
The princess nodded and came closer. “Hi, Molly!” She took the baby girl’s hand. Molly gripped Kelly’s finger. “I gave you a book. It’s about Halloween. Your Daddy is gonna read it to you. I hope you like it.”
***
David sat down with a sigh. He hoped there were no more trick-or-treaters. The last ones just emptied the pail of candy. Molly finished her bottle right before they came. David just wanted some quiet time alone with his little girl. He noticed the book that Ken’s daughter left on the coffee table.
He picked it up and held it in front of her. “Should we read a new book tonight?”
Molly gurgled in response. She swiped at the book with one hand.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” David flipped the book open. “The sights and sounds of autumn were all around,” he began.
