#july drabble game

[angstflayer-council]

July Drabble #3- Make Him Pay

“Make him pay.”

Words inked in grey on Steve’s arm since he was born, the last words he’d ever hear his soulmate say. For a long time, the words didn’t make much sense to Steve, they sounded like someone angry, will someone hurt Steve’s soulmate killing them? Will Steve die making them pay?

Now Steve knows about monsters.

The worst part of the words on his arm is that they’re a curse, you won’t know you found them until it’s too late.

Maybe that’s a good thing, it makes you cherish the one you love.

Steve had hoped he had been wrong, that the words wouldn’t be linked to the hell below them.

Hope didn’t stop the words falling from Eddie’s lips.

Steve wanted to beg him to say something else, anything else, one more joke, one more goodbye, anything to stop Steve from losing him.

Want didn’t stop Robin gently pulling his arm and leading him away.

Robin knew, she was the only other person that did, she knew she was walking with Steve to his death or would be bringing him back to Eddie’s.

As Steve’s head slammed back against the wall, vines pulling tightly around his neck, Steve was almost glad, he wished to be the one to go first, the kids would be fine with Eddie.

Wishes didn’t stop them getting free, it didn’t stop Vecna falling with Steve still standing.

Steve didn’t even wait for the girls; he dropped his axe and ran back down the stairs and through the woods, praying he was wrong.

Prayers didn’t stop the fate he knew awaited back at the trailer.

As the door opened though, Steve thought maybe hope and want and wishes and prayers did fix everything because Eddie was in front of him smiling.

The joy he felt didn’t last long because Steve was confused, Eddie should be dead. Was he not Steve’s soulmate, the thought was more heartbreaking than he’d been prepared for.

“You’re supposed to be dead?”

The shock on Eddie’s face was understandable, he’d surely been expecting a happy reunion after their victory.

Steve pulled down his sleeve, exposing his wrist to Eddie who in turn traced the now black words, proving Eddie was his soulmate.

The boys shared a look of confusion.

“But how is that possible,” Eddie said but Steve felt everything click into place.

“Oh Eds, I think I got my last bad hit to the head.”

Make him pay may be the last words Steve ever heard Eddie say, but their sign language gets better every day.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #st drabble #steddie drabble #soulmate au #July drabble game

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mcfly july 2023 || day 21 The Brown Estate

xxi.

For the last two months, when Emmett went to work at the courthouse after school, he swam through angry tides of unemployed, homeless, sometimes starving victims of the stock market crash.

They resented him – for every meal he had, every night he slept in a warm bed. For being untouched by this generation-defining ruin.

Little did they know his father was scrambling to save their home by Christmas.

Emmett was already packing.  

His mother defiantly donned her pearls and bought fresh-cut flowers for the foyer.

“We’re not going anywhere,” she said, arranging the peonies and clover. “This is our home.”

#mcflyjuly #mcfly july #back to the future #bttf #erhardt's doing something right if he's surviving 1929 with a butler #the entire brown estate revolves around that stunning stain glass tree on the front doors #it's so friggin pretty #fanfiction #100 words #drabble #bttf moodboard #bttf aesthetics #moodboard #1929 #bttf the game

[dreamties]

Sonny is into natural history !! It's something he reads books on and takes notes about his favorite discoveries in a journal jam-packed with all his interests. He spends hours at the library perusing the history section, and then gardening and herbology and science. There is no specific natural history section, though he thinks there should be. He knows at least a dozen books that would fit into that section. Perhaps he should volunteer or get a job there, he thinks. But natural history is a hobby to him, not a career. It's something he loves, will spend an hour telling Leland and Ana about it. He's always patient with Leland, who can be slow with verbal information sometimes (but perfect with written ideas, always) and just needs a breather between topics. Sonny is always willing to respect that. He slows down and he shows Leland the pictures in his books- if he has any on him. He lets him look at the highlighted sections of his journal, doesn't pay too much mind to the scribbles in the margins and the excessive flow of ideas unrelated to the topic. Leland loves how passionate he is about this. Loves how caring he is.

Leland loves his friend nearly as much as Sonny loves his passions, loves his books, loves learning about natural history.

(Sonny loves Leland more than all those things. Sonny loves him as more than a friend, but not more than his other friends.)

#leland mckinney #sonny williams #ana flores #(i know she's not heavily mentioned in this but shes still THERE so .....) #(i also think connie would appreciate this interest of his !!!) #(i mean julie too !!! but i think connie would get a little more appreciation out of it since she's a farm girl??) #leland mckinney x sonny williams #tcm #tcmg #tcm game #texas chainsaw #dreamties rambles #leland x sonny #do they have a ship name???? #this was spurred on by a newfound interest in natural history . . . could you tell?? *crying emoji* #drabble #blurb #snippet #tcm victims #tcmg victims #texas chainsaw victims

[pinkiebieberpie]

Here’s another one I don’t know if you write for Chris or not but this one is super cute

this prompt is just adorable

y/n coming home from a cuddly date with chris and realizing that their shirt smells like chris. y/n pulls their shirt up to their face to smell it before it fades away.

moodboards random prompt game

#julie's moodboards random prompt game #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans au #chris evans x female reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans ff #chris evans fic #chris evans drabble #chris evans fluff #chris evans angst #chris evans smut

[wr0temyway0ut]

First sentence prompt: He honestly was not expecting no for an answer, in fact, he initially thought his question stupid, like who doesn’t know at least one card game?

"Like, at all?" Willie asks.

His cute cell mate sputters out a few inhuman noises before responding, "I mean, like-- sure, I'm sure I know some, but my brain's a little preoccupied right now with, you know, being in jail."

"Woah, Blondie," Willie chuckles. "Take a breath."

Blondie nods and sucks in a few deep breaths.

Once he calms down, Willie can't resist the urge to add, "You know, you better learn some card games, or you're gonna be bored outta your mind in prison."

"Prison?!" Blondie shrieks.

Willie bursts into laughter as Blondie's cheeks go bright red. "I'm messing with you, dude."

Blondie lets out a relieved sigh.

"Hey," Willie says, nudging his shoulder, "I'm Willie."

"Alex."

(Send me the first sentence of a fic and I'll write the next 5!)

#asks #ask games #thank you for the ask!! #jatp #drabbles #julie and the phantoms #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Games

@allvalley100 This drabble is set in the universe of my Jimmy x OC Julie fic, Is This Love?  It includes a reference to a previous ficlet.

The guys are clustered in a corner of Jimmy’s parents’ living room.  They don’t want to be here.  “Only chicks go to baby showers,” Dutch complains.

Jimmy passes out beers.  “Look, I promised Jules I wouldn’t leave her alone with Mom.  I can’t be the only guy.  Just eat, drink, and play a few games.  Please.”

***

“Time!”

Mary examines each person’s dolls.  “Blindfolds off.”  No one’s doll is perfectly diapered and dressed.  “Bobby wins.”

“The baby’s diaper is backward,” Dutch protests.  

“You said it!”  Tommy snatches the clothespin, adding to his collection.

Dutch glares.  “I’m out forty bucks, now this?!”

#allvalley100 #games #karate kid drabble #og cobras #jimmy karate kid #dutch karate kid #tommy karate kid #bobby brown #oc mary anderson #jimmy's mom #jimmy x julie #is this love #drabbles & ficlets #julie verse #baby shower #baby shower games

[waynes-multiverse]

Ok hear me out. I got this idea after the episode of Dean getting his "virginity" back and hooking up with the porn star when he's digging through her dresser and finds the DVD of her ANYWAY

Best friend Dean who's been pining after you for sooo long but doesn't want to fuck it up and lose you. You're hanging out when you ask him to go grab something from your room and he's digging through your drawers looking and accidentally comes across some lingerie and now it's days later and he's so hot and bothered cuz he can't think of anything else (the boy has a serious panty kink lets be honest) and you catch him in your room going through your drawers again and OH

A/N: As I warned y'all, this is a longer DD because, well, the prompt was long, so it's not really my fault. All that backstory took on a life of its own, but I think no one will be mad about it 😅 Again, I had tons of fun with this one! You'll see 🤣

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18/NSWF, a ridiculous heat wave, friends to lovers (Wayne's Version), crack, a panty kink, some sneaky fluff, and some hot lovin' aka smut (oral f & face sitting)

Word Count: 4.5k (whoops)

Main Masterlist || Dirty Drabbles

Cruel Summer

“You open the beaches on the 4th of July, it’s like ringing the dinner bell for Christ’s sake…”

As Jaws flickered across the screen in the Dean Cave, the green-eyed hunter adjusted himself in his seat. Usually, he had perfect control over himself and his feelings for you.

But on some days – like today – when you sat right next to him on the couch in nothing but a loose t-shirt and some short sweatpants, fanning yourself with an old magazine of Busty Asian Beauties as beads of salty sweat collected on your forehead and trickled down your neck, you made it hard for him.

“God, I’m so hot,” you sighed exhaustively and sunk further into the couch cushions, lifting your shirt from your sticky skin to let some cool air to your boobs as a heat wave ravaged through Kansas.

Painfully hard.

“Dean?” You pouted with your best puppy dog look at your best friend.

“Huh?” Dean was in trance, watching you more than the movie, always on the edge of getting caught one of these days.

“We’re out of Sour Patch Kids. I have more in my nightstand. Can you get them for me please?” you asked sweetly. “I don’t wanna move. I might actually die from heat exhaustion.”

Dean sighed and wordlessly rose from his seat. He knew you always kept an array of salty and sweet midnight snacks in your room in case you got hungry and didn’t want to wander into the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Moreover, he was grateful for the break. God knows he couldn’t stand to be around you any longer, or he would’ve been too tempted to rip your clothes off and really make you sweat.

I’ll show her a damn heat exhaustion, he thought with a scoff.

Hastily grabbing the desired snack, his green eyes then caught something red and lacy sticking out from the first drawer of your dresser. The hunter knew the decent and honest thing would’ve been to just keep moving and leave your godforsaken room.

Turn around, as Bonnie Tyler sang. But for some reason, his bright eyes couldn’t resist, his curiosity overtaking him.

Dean opened the drawer with the intention to push the naughty little clothing item back into its place and out of sight. Get rid of the temptation, so to speak. It sounded like the perfect loophole. He got to touch it and look at it, but for a very heroic and noble reason – not because he was a creepy perv, violating his best friend’s privacy.

On some level, Dean knew he’d never stand a chance with you. He wasn’t good enough. He had so much baggage all his suitcases wouldn’t even fit into the bunker.

A damn touch of a pair of panties you weren’t even wearing was all he would ever get from you.

But then his fingers touched the soft and see-through material, his pads tracing every delicate scarlet thread with precision and care. It was game over for him then and there, cursing himself internally for not resisting harder as his cock twitched joyfully in his jeans.

Dean had laid his eyes on you the second you strolled with swinging hips into that diner in Wichita for your very first case together, a werewolf hunt six years ago. And he had managed to get by without an incident for years since then, even when you moved into the bunker, being rather proud of that achievement. He never wanted to lose you as a friend and didn’t dare to cross a line. Ever.

Recently, though, it became more difficult to keep his distance and not let his thoughts wander. His feelings were magma that slowly had filled a volcano over the years. Each time you did something sexy or sweet or goofy or smart, another drop was added. And now, that damn fire mountain was overdue for an eruption – no thanks to that stupid heat wave.

“Thanks,” you said absentmindedly as the hunter handed you the candy but didn’t settle back down. Instead, he stood behind the sofa and leaned his hands on the backrest.

What you didn’t know, though, was that Dean was sporting quite the boner and wouldn’t dare to come into your line of view. He was surprised he could even walk up straight and not like a caveman early in the evolution.

A hunter gathering panties.

“I’m gonna hit the hay,” he told you with a somber clear of his throat. As the fan carried a breeze of your perfume to his nose, his grip tightened on the couch.

You turned in your seat and looked over your shoulder at him, raising a surprised brow. “Already? But the movie’s not over.”

“Yeah, I’m beat,” he excused and tried his best not to look strained. He forced a tight smile to his lips while his little dude celebrated Spring Break in his jeans. “‘Sides, we’ve seen Jaws like a million times now, Y/N.”

It was a cherished summer tradition between the two of you, watching it every 4th of July.

“I guess so.” You shrugged disappointedly, watching your best friend retreat to his room. Truth was, you loved spending time with Dean and held those little traditions close to your heart.

The Winchesters were your family, the only one you ever had. And while some families wore matching pajamas on Christmas morning, you watched the first two Die Hard movies. You would watch Dean’s favorite horror movies on Halloween. Sixteen Candles and High Fidelity on your birthday, Tombstone and The Great Escape on Dean’s, and some lame-ass foreign language documentaries that you both snored through on Sam’s.

Valentine’s Day was a dreaded non-holiday for all three of you, but for the past four years, someone would leave a box of chocolate in front of your door. The salted caramel ones would always be missing, and it always came with the same Forrest Gump quote:

I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is.

You knew the anonymous someone was Dean, and you knew he meant it as a joke. Still, you clung to those little traditions. They might seem silly and stupid to some, but to you, they were your lifeline in a world full of darkness.

So, you felt rather saddened Dean didn’t seem to honor them anymore. It wasn’t just Jaws, either. He’d been withdrawing from you for a while, and you didn’t understand why.

Unbeknownst to you, the green-eyed hunter had kept a lacy souvenir from your room.

Now, Dean had managed to avoid you for four days. Every night since his stealthy excursion, he would lie in his bed with your stolen panties in one hand and his throbbing length in the other, feeling goddamn pathetic for sinking so low.

It was probably so low that even his memory foam mattress would remember it.

With closed eyes, he then imagined how the perky globes of your ass would look like covered in crimson lace. How you would stretch out on his bed on all fours, with your ass high in the air and wiggling in front of him. How his fingers would push the wicked material aside to push into you, taking you deep and hard while you moaned his name.

As he ruined tissue after tissue, the guilt would wash over him as soon as he was done. Call it a post-nut epiphany.

Dean knew it was wrong to think those things. He knew he only made it harder for himself to ever look you into the eyes again. Hell, he barely could do it now, even though a part of him audaciously wondered what other treasures were hiding in that drawer of yours. And more pressingly, what ultimate wealth he would find beneath your clothes. If your lingerie was gold, he’d be a creepy-ass dragon sitting on it.

So, Dean tried to avoid you as best as possible. Mostly because, well…

“God, fuck me,” you groaned exhaustively and opened the refrigerator door, leaning against it as the refreshing cold hit you from behind. On top of that, you held a big bag of frozen peas to your sweaty chest. You already wore the bare minimum – some short denims and a white tank top, your hair up in a messy bun.

“I swear underboob sweat is the worst. Just be glad you don’t have tits,” you complained. “Guys, seriously, can we invest in an AC? This heat wave is killing me! This bunker is like one giant oven…”

You watched as Dean squirmed in his seat as he ate his cereal, looking as uncomfortable as you. Surely, the boys were suffering just as badly during those sweltering temperatures, already forgoing the usual flannels and opting for plain t-shirts instead. How they were still wearing jeans was beyond you. When you first moved in, you protested against Dean’s suggestion of Naked Tuesdays, but these days, you were actually giving it a second thought.

“Well, I’m gonna drive to Kansas City today and see if I can get us an AC. Apparently, they’re all sold out, but I figured maybe with a bit of flirting and some cleavage, I can still get us one,” you explained your plan with a bright smirk and wiggled your eyebrows. “What d’you guys think, huh?”

Dean then abruptly banged his fist on the table, spilling some milk from his bowl on the surface. “For God’s sake, Y/N!”

You frowned in confusion at his unexpected outburst. “What’s up with you? Are you having a heat stroke?”

“Flirting, really?!” the hunter barked, his brow shaped into a deeply furious v.

“What’s wrong with that? Double standard much? You do it all the time to get shit,” you countered and watched his jaw clench in anger.

“I do-... not,” he remarked snappily with a fierce finger drilling into the table, clearly lacking a good argument. Sam cleared his throat in agreement with you, but that only earned him a glare. “And Jesus fucking Christ, would it hurt you to put on some goddamn clothes? You’re not even wearing a bra!”

“Did you not hear my tits rant just now? Of course I’m not! ‘Sides, those boobs are gonna get you an AC, so be a little more grateful to them,” you retorted, annoyed with his attitude. You’d think of all the people in this world, Dean Winchester would understand. (And maybe even appreciate it.) “And how can you even tell, huh?”

“‘Cause science, Y/N! You’re literally cooling your tits! What did you think was gonna happen, huh? Nipples!” he vented outrageously. “This ain’t a strip club!”

“It’s 102 degrees, Dean!” you argued, throwing your arms up. “Look, if I could, I’d even go naked, alright? It’s fucking hot!”

“Oh, for crying out loud!” Dean shook his head and stormed out of the kitchen without any further comment.

Confused, you blinked at the younger Winchester. “What’s up with him?”

But Sam only shrugged, shaking his head. “Uhm, I don’t know,” he replied, although he could take an educated guess, suspecting his brother’s feelings for you as the culprit.

“Well, alright, I’m going to Kansas City,” you decided without wasting another thought on the older Winchester’s strange behavior. “Text me if you guys need something. I can pick it up on my way home.”

Dean knew he was in deep trouble as his bow legs bolted down the bunker’s hallways. He tried so hard to keep it together, but when he saw you, half-naked and panting in front of the fridge, he quite literally lost his coolness in this goddamn heat wave.

The green-eyed hunter understood a thing or two about torture, but this was the worst of all. He’d rather have a demon repeatedly peel off his skin in hellfire than endure a day more of this fucking madness.

If the temperatures didn’t drop soon, it would be a cruel summer ahead of him.

As Dean heard the door to the garage close, he knew you’d left for your trip and exhaled a deep sigh of relief. At least he’d get a few hours of peace.

With the best intentions, he strolled to his bedroom, but as he passed your room on his way, he found the door ajar. Whatever good motives he had up until this point, went quickly out the window right then.

His hand twitched at the thought of more riches, worse than any trigger finger and competing with a California earthquake, and well, so did the dick in his jeans. It was an addiction at this point, an obsession he couldn’t resist nor get rid off. The fact that it was forbidden and wrong only made it even more appealing. The apple in the garden of Eden.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t an anonymous support group for this kind of sickness.

As unbearable shame and guilt collected in his stomach like rainwater in the gutter, his eager hands rummaged through your dresser drawer. There was purple lace and black satin, navy G-strings and white Brazilians. It was never ending, and the hunter couldn’t stop as he picked up each item and let his fantasies roam wild.

God, the things he wanted to do to you were as colorful as your rainbow full of underwear.

“Dean?!”

The green-eyed hunter froze in his place, a white lace panty still bunched up in his large palm. The hair in the back of his neck stood up in shock, a part of him refusing to turn around at the sound of your voice. He was caught red-handed, and he knew it.

“What are you doing in my room?” you prompted, suspiciously cocking an eyebrow. It looked fairly obvious what your best friend was up to, but you didn’t want to accuse him right away, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Frankly, it was quite unbelievable.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Dean replied and swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he held up his hands like a criminal during an arrest, the evidence still in his grasp.

“Well, it looks like you’re snooping through my lingerie,” you pointed out bluntly.

Dean nodded, guilt-ridden and reluctant. “I can explain.”

“Good,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m waiting…”

“Right, uhm…”

“Oh, before you scramble for an answer, you should know, though, that I’m aware a pair of red lace panties is missing, and I know the washer didn’t eat them,” you said and raised an expectant brow.

You had a feeling your pervy best friend was behind the mystery of the missing item. Now you knew for sure.

“Man, I always knew you were a kinky son of a bitch, but this is a new level, Dean,” you scolded.

Dean’s gaze dropped to the floor in shame, scratching the nape of his neck. “Look, uhm, there’s no good excuse. I know I fucked up here. I’ll sleep in a motel tonight until I find my own place. You can stay here with Sam, alright? I’ll move out and won’t bother you anymore.”

As he tried to brush past you, you blocked his exit and grabbed his arm. “So, you’re gonna leave? Just like that?”

“What other choice do I have? I don’t wanna make you more uncomfortable,” he stated without glancing at you once. He couldn’t bring himself to look into your eyes and see the disappointment and disgust there. “I know what I did was wrong.”

“Oh, so wrong,” you agreed. “I just figured you wouldn’t run away like a coward and take your punishment like a man, you know? Aren’t you at all curious what I’m wearing right now?”

That was when Dean’s juniper eyes slowly wandered to you and caught your gaze for the first time. You smirked as his breathing became heavy and his look darkened and filled with lust. It seemed like he wanted to rip your clothes off with his goddamn bare teeth like a wild animal.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or if I’m dreaming,” he admitted, his deep voice part harsh swallow and part nervous chuckle.

“Neither,” you said, biting your bottom lip.

Carefully, you leaned closer, your hands reaching up to cup his scruffy cheeks. Noses nuzzled as your lips ghosted against his with a daring grin. You wouldn’t go further; it was up to Dean to make that final decision.

And then, as no more than a mere second ticked by on the clock, the hunter crashed his lips against yours in a kiss so scorching it made the current heat wave look like an ice age. If you thought you were hot before, now it felt like you were burning in a wildfire.

Dean roughly pushed you against the door, his kiss all teeth and tongue in an uncontrollable frenzy. His dick was hard and thick, straining against his jeans and rubbing along your thigh. Pantingly, you gasped for air and grabbed his hand, guiding it down your body and into your shorts.

“Feel that?” you asked mischievously as his fingers dug through your soaked folds and collected the arousal he caused. A wanton growl left his plush lips. “All for you, baby. You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?”

“Shit, yeah, so bad…” Dean rasped huskily against your throat as he worshipped his path down your body, forcing your shirt up till his wet tongue rolled over your pert and still cold nipple.

“Gonna make it up to me, huh? Show me how sorry you are?” you prompted, your fingers raking through his sandy blond and soft hair, eliciting a groan from him every time you tugged a little harder.

Teeth pinched your skin, tongue cherished your taste, and lips left your throat bruised. It was equal parts hot, sweaty, messy, naughty, dirty, and sticky as your bodies rutted against one another, looking for dire release.

With swollen and plumper than before lips, he came back up for air and found your eyes. He kissed you with heated passion once more as if he couldn’t resist to touch you over and over again. He had to restrain himself to be able to speak.

“So, uhm, you sure about this?” Dean asked between labored breaths with an insecure gleam in his green eyes. “‘Cause if we go further, I don’t think I can stop. And I don’t mean just this time but ever… If you want this to be a one time thing, you gotta tell me, sweetheart, so I can mentally prepare myself. I mean, I’ll take what I can get, you know? Not that I care either way… Well, that’s not true. I do care. A lot… But, you know, you’re you, and I’m me, so I’m not delusional. I know there’s no way you would–”

You interrupted his babbling with a kiss, causing the hunter to lose his words. You looked deeply into his eyes and offered him a small smile of comfort.

“Dean, listen to me, okay? ‘Cause this is very important,” you urged, your hands gripping his shirt tightly.

He nodded, gulping anxiously. “O-Okay.”

“You’re incredible,” you said and watched him inhale sharply at your words, blinking at you in disbelief. “Absolutely fucking bonkers incredible. You’re right – you’re you. And thank God you are, because you’re the best, funniest, smartest, kindest, and goddamn hottest man I’ve ever met. I’m tired of you not seeing that. As my boyfriend, I really need to you to see that, alright?”

As Dean pensively took in your words, his brow began to furrow. “Boyfriend?”

The corners of your mouth rose to a beam. “Yeah, boyfriend,” you confirmed. “That’s what you want, right? ‘Cause I’d really like that, too.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah… That’s what I want.” Dean nodded eagerly before another swallow followed. “I mean, among other things…”

You bit your lip, smirking. “What other things?”

“Well, uhm…”

Dean didn’t finish his sentence, his lips impatiently claiming yours instead. He pressed you hungrily back against the door, massive hands sliding down your sides till they hooked into the hem of your denim shorts and ripped them down to your ankles, leaving you only covered in teal lace. He growled shamelessly at the sight, his thick digits eagerly diving inside.

“Wanna be inside you,” he groaned into your ear, thumbing furiously at your clit. “Every hour of every day…”

“We can do that,” you agreed with a giggle, your arms locking around his neck, fingers carding through his hair in the back.

“Wanna feel your mouth around my–” The last word was muffled as he ravaged your neck, but you understood where he was going with this.

“You can do that,” you said with a smile.

“And fuck, I want you to ride my face,” he declared. That demand left you speechless, making even Dean stop for a minute and look at you. “Too far?”

You shook your head and smirked. “I can do that.”

Before Dean’s mind could fathom your words, you shoved him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress. When you stood before him, slotted between his muscular legs, his gaze trailed up and down your body, memorizing every beautiful curve. As your fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, however, the hunter stopped you.

“Leave ‘em on, sweetheart. Don’t you dare take those off,” he told you, his hands rapaciously reaching out to you.

You played with the hem of your top and smirked, your tongue licking over your lips. “What about this? On or off?”

“Off,” he shot back faster than a bullet leaving a barrel.

“You first,” you demanded and grinned. “Remember, this is still your punishment.”

“God, I love getting punished,” Dean mumbled and slipped out of his shirt. He then swiftly shimmied out of his jeans, discarding each item carelessly around the room.

He then took a deep breath as he tugged the waistband of his boxers, his erection already fighting its way out. “Well, here goes nothing,” the hunter said and pulled his underwear down.

You tilted your head to see his hard cock from a better angle as it sprang against his stomach. Your lips parted in anticipation, wondering what he’d taste like on your tongue and how deep you’d be able to take him. You guessed there’d be a struggle ahead, considering how huge and wide he was.

“Oh, I would not call that monster nothing,” you commented with a scoff, your pussy throbbing with need. “Explains all that BDE.”

Dean blushed. It was cute to watch. “Thank you.”

Giggling, you removed your shirt and tossed it at his face, blinding him for a second. You used that momentum to slide onto the bed and straddle his torso. As his eyes finally found you again, he almost choked on his spit when he gazed up at your perfect tits above him. A primal grunt escaped his throat.

With a mesmerized sparkle in his eyes, his hands trailed up your body and cupped your breasts, massaging them roughly as your panties grew damper by the minute. He then pulled you down to his lips and kissed you breathless before he left them with a boyish smirk on his freckled face.

“Hop on, sweetheart.”

And as if his words hadn’t been enough motivation, his hands wandered to palm your ass and hauled you closer to his mouth. He was an impatient one – or maybe he’d waited years for this and was finally tired of it.

Your knees sunk into the mattress on either side of his stubborn head. His fingers dented your flesh as they grabbed onto your thighs. Yours held onto the headboard for support. You tried not to look down, because then you’d see his big lopsided and full of excitement grin.

The same one he had when you found a diner in Kentucky that advertised the biggest burger in America (it wasn’t). The same one he had when he thought he had run into a member of Metallica at a gas station outside of Phoenix (he didn’t). The same one he had when you and Sam gifted him his own beer brewing station for his last birthday (which tasted horrible, but neither you nor Sam had the heart to tell him).

And now, he had that same grin when he was about to be with you.

As your pussy dripped above him, Dean couldn’t hold back his lewd groans any longer. You didn’t even have to lower yourself; he just dragged you down onto his face all to eagerly. His fingers swiped your panties to the side, and before you could even adjust your grip on the bedpost, his tongue darted into your soaked channel as deeply as he could and sucked you goddamn dry.

With several whimpers, you clenched around his wet muscle. If you were water in the desert, he was parched and drinking to survive.

His nose was buried in your folds, rubbing deliciously against your clit as he lapped your pussy in a vicious attack that left you squirming and moaning to a pornographic degree above him. Because Dean was just that – pure porn.

Instinctively and irresistibly, you ground your cunt against him, the vibrations of his keen groans against your sensitive flesh rocking you to the edge of your climax. He ate you out and devoured you like that damn gigantic burger in Kentucky. And as you dared to blink down and watch him in action, he had the audacity to devilishly smirk up at you with the crinkles around his green eyes alone, gauging your every reaction to his touches as if you were a goddamn movie on a silver screen.

You trembled and quivered and screamed as your orgasm electrified every molecule in your body. You white-knuckled the wood in your grip, your body only held up by Dean’s strong arms because God knows your weak legs were useless now.

As wave after wave washed over you, Dean drank every drop of yours, his tongue never getting enough of your taste. The sounds that filled the room were carnal and obscene.

“Fuck, Dean,” you sighed blissfully and lifted off his face and captured his swollen and red lips in a grateful kiss, your palms finding purchase on his broad shoulders. Your drenched and sensitive cunt settled on his thighs as an egregiously large erection poked your belly and tempted you further.

Dean smirked up at you, all satisfied and confident with his achievement. “I think we have a slight problem, though.”

Your brow knitted, your heart tightening with anxiety. Had you been as disappointing as the burger, beer, and that fake Metallica band member?

But Dean only grinned teasingly at your confused face. “There’s no way I learned my lesson here.”

You snorted and sought out his lips, the kiss giving you a taste of yourself. “We’ll work on that. I might have to nickname you Jaws after this,” you joked.

“Can’t wait for you to explain that one to Sammy.” Dean snorted, chuckling. “Now, how about you hop on again, but this time a little further south, huh?” he proposed with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a suggestive twitch of his cock for emphasis.

You giggled with a few nods. “I can do that.”

Was it worth the words? 😝

For all you newcomers and as a general reminder, Dirty Drabbles are always open. I still have quite a few left, but you're welcome to send more in, and we'll add it to the collection at some point 😎🔥

PUT YOUR DIRTY THOUGHTS HERE

TAGS:

Everything Jensen: @alwaystiredandconfused @xlynnbbyx @lyarr24 @deans-spinster-witch @blackcherrywhiskey @deansbbyx @foxyjwls007 @ladysparkles78 @roseblue373 @zepskies @agalliasi @yvonneeeee @hobby27 @imsapphine @globetrotter28 @mxltifxnd0m @lacilou

#dirty drabbles #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester reader inser #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fluff #supernatural #supernatural reader insert #jensen ackles #jensen ackles smut #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfic

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 20

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Egg Hunt - @covetyou

Comfort(ers) & Sheets - @stargirl-in-dilfspace

Joel Miller Blurb - @ghotifishreads

Voicemail - @fuckyeahdindjarin

Cherry Thrill - Lights - @hellishjoel Daddy Dom Tattoo Artist Joel

You Wanted This Series - @alwaysmicado

7AM - @milla-frenchy

Am I Too Late To Love You? - @orcasoul

Busted - @toxicanonymity

Collegiate - @pimosworld

Run Rabbit - @mermaidgirl30 Dom!Joel

Take Me To Wonderland - @mermaidgirl30

Toy Story - @sweetenerobert ActionFigure!Joel M!Reader

Let Me Lay Down Beside You - @jomiddlemarch

All The Fear and The Fire of The End of The World & The Artist & The Builder - @criticallyacclaimedstranger Artist!Reader

Breath By Breath & Knuckles Deep - @ozarkthedog

The Sailor's Knot - @umnitsa

For Better Or Worse Series - @atinylittlepain No Outbreak!Joel

Taurus - @magpiepills

Thirst For Beauty - @psychedelic-ink PlusSize!Reader Flower Shop AU

Fourth Of July - @nesillia DBF!Joel

Starin' Problem - @strawhbrrries DBF!Joel

Abstaining Game - @gutsby DBF!Joel

Snowbound - @joeloverture DBF!Joel

Seasons Of You Series - @kedsandtubesocks Featuring Frankie Morales

Golden Walkway - @whocaresstillthelouvre Jackson Joel

Free Use, Full Plate - @joelmillerisapunk

Morning Sun - @lunitawrites

Bathing In Love - @softstarlite

Chevelle - @strang3lov3 Neighbour!Joel

Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang Series - @aurorawritestoescape No Outbreak!Joel

The Feel Of Coldness Only Water Brings - @tightjeansjavi

March Spring Prompts - Daydream - @nerdieforpedro

Safe & Sound Series - @janaispunk

Hands On Your Knees - @northernbluess

After - @milla-frenchy

Mejor Sin Ti & Mientes - @fhatbhabie Featuring Javier Peña PlusSize!Reader

Won't You Suffer For The Angels To Fly? - @freelancearsonist

The Falling - @getitoutofmymindwrites

Kisses Down Low - @pimosworld

Joel Interrupting You Drabble - @kiwisbell

Moonlight Sonata - @studioghibelli

Scars - @romanarose

Some Nights - @pedroacrossthestreet

Honey, I Won't Be Home - @trulybetty

He Sees You - @maggiemayhemnj

Adoration - @morallyinept Breast Cancer/Mastectomy Reader

#pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #joel miller tlou #jett's fic recs

[zzoguri]

the perfect pair ➵ masterlist

esports player!kim sunwoo x esports player!reader

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

general genre/warnings ➵ enemies to lovers, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slow burn, slight angst, crack, fake relationships (you two pretend to be friends) sexual tension, smut aka porn with plot (just know sunwoo whines), esports team au specifically during valorant champions tour, misogynistic & sexist remarks and behaviors, drinking, pet names, bets are made, a lot of gamer lingo, one bed trope™, also probably wrong format and flow of vct but who gaf!

word count ➵ currently 10.5k words, expected to be 20-40k (sorry i cant help it + vct is pretty long)

playlist ➵ yuck by charli xcx // stop talking by day6 // constant repeat by charli xcx // happier than ever by billie eilish // take a hint by victoria justice & elizabeth gillies // jealous by nick jonas // useless by omar apollo // somebody else by the 1975 // and july by dean fy. heize // talk by beabadoobee // teeth by 5sos // motive by ariana grande ft. doja cat // i wanna be your slave by måneskin // cologne by beabadoobee // a little death by the neighbourhood // the perfect pair by beabadoobee // babydoll by dominic fike // bet u wanna by sabrina carpenter// not in the same way by 5sos // just friends by keshi // sugar by men i trust // disaster by conan grey // shouldn’t couldn’t wouldn’t by niki // it’s you by zayn // die for you by the weeknd ft. ariana grande // flash forward by le sserafim // plot twist by niki

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @vernyangel @mosviqu @tbzhub @stealanity @wooluv09 @deobi0412 @untilsunset @hiefisch @blue-rainydays @maessseongs @wonuroyal @sunkitti

a/n ➵ i made this masterlist post because i dont think tumblr will be able to handle all the parts i need to pump out :’) my headcanon of sunwoo being a shit gamer will forever live, but i’ll make an exception for this story <3 major shoutout to @shegotthewoobies for guiding me throughout the process <3 lots of love always to my val duo for life! do reblog and leave feedback!

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! masterlist

guides

➵ the guide: “welcome to valorant.”

your official guide to “the perfect pair” universe, from gaming lingo all the way to vct timeline

➵ the players: “wáchale güey, my crew is coming through.”

your official guide to the main characters of “the perfect pair” universe

official parts

➵ one: “ew, is that sunwoo over there? 저리 꺼져.”

being a woman in the esports league is hard, but dealing with cocky kim sunwoo is unmatched. with the valorant champions tour about to commence, you two are forced to team up to retrieve the trophy. what will be tested—team morale or your patience around sunwoo?

➵ two: “okay kids, we’ve got company. pretend you all get along.”

➵ three: “sunwoo, we are the perfect pair.”

extras/drabbles

number and names of chapters are subject to change!

#deoboyznet #kflixnet #bjnet #k-labels #works of moni #kim sunwoo #the boyz #the boyz x reader #kim sunwoo x reader #kim sunwoo angst #kim sunwoo fluff #kim sunwoo smut #the boyz imagines #fic: the perfect pair

[yanderegrizzsworld]

YESSSS OMG. YOUR DOING WELCOME HOME CONTENT!!! anyways— If your requests are open!

Could I request an Yandere Wally darling x Cautious and Easily-Suspicious Reader? The gender is for you to decide!.

Just imagine in a scenario! Reader is just hanging out with the other neighbors and made eye contact with wally. Then wally just does his stare while the reader gets suspicious and werided out? Kinda like this emoji! 🤨 Sorta frowning almost glaring suspiciously at him, trying to think his true intentions!

Yandere Wally Darling: Just a Moment Longer (Platonic Drabble)

TW/CW: Implied paranoia, scopophobia(?)

"Red Admirals usually have more black than other butterflies." Frank said. "Not only that, but the underside of their wings are usually mottled with brown, black or tan!" His finger is lifted from the soft blanket laying on the grass, pointing up towards the sky as if to empathize his statement. With closed eyes, you lean back slightly, inviting the rays of heat to come & swim across you with such comfort a sigh leaving your throat is barely heard. You open an eye at the sound of giggles, flaxen hair moved faintly from the breeze, of which could only belong to one happy-go-lucky neighbor.

A unmistakably prismatic butterfly lands on a pale pink finger, the rusty red & mix of dark yet fulgent colors of its wings captivate whoever looks within its direction, the wingstips seem to mimic eyes, maybe to avoid predators? The longer you stared at it, this odd sensibility seems to slowly grow. Your shoulders begin to feel ponderous, as if someone were to lay on you & put their weight on your shoulders. You twitch your head slightly as if in an attempt to get rid of this hefty sensation, Frank's speech on different kinds of butterflies never cease.

"It's so pretty! Isn't it?" The high-pitch of her voice startles you, making you jump faintly, "I know you agree neighbor!" You stare at the rainbow monster, glancing at the butterfly on her finger momentarily before gazing up at her again, "Y... Yeah... It's very pretty Julie" Her usual smile somehow grows bigger, her free hand flapping quickly. "I knew you'd agree!"

Julie thrusts her arms in the air, flapping them while falling softly on her back talking our ears off about some games to play. Bright ruby feathers lift Julie's head slightly, "Goodness! Are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself, did you!?" Concern evident in the bird's tone, she takes a closer look at the monster's head, inspecting if any bruise has formed or not. "I'm sure she's fine Poppy, Julie can take a good tumble" You place a hand on her wing, petting it softly to calm her nerves.

"Yeah, just like Eddie!" Her laugh seems to have scared a few butterflies away as Frank eyes his best friend for a moment before clearing his throat. "Could you laugh a little less loud? You're scaring the butterflies away!" A sorry escapes Julie's mouth as she sits up, immediately asking Poppy what other treats she's brought. The weight on your shoulders returns making you slouch slightly, you glance towards the direction you assume the feeling is coming from, only to spot a pair of two coal eyes staring right at you.

You'd be certain to believe that such eyes are staring right into you with its intensity, of which only one person could match perfectly. A hand grips onto your forearm, pushing you forward slightly. "Wally! Come over here!" You sometimes wonder how you haven't gone deaf yet from Julie's sudden screams of excitement. Eyes never leaving yours, the yellow puppet strolls towards you guys, each step oozing confidence with a bounce in each said steps.

Wally lifts his right hand to his hair, his palm faintly patting his pompadour. His other hand waves towards the others direction, Julie waving back with avidness & Poppy returning the wave shyly. "Wally!WallyWallyWallyWally- How are you neighbor? You wanna join us!?" Frank snatches Julie's wrists gently, "Careful Jules, or else you'll end up hitting someone by accident" Wally puts a yellow finger under his chin, as though thinking about Julie's suggestion.

You tense up when you & Wally make eye contact for a moment, the nervousness in you doesn't cease even when the yellow puppet closes his eyes. "I'd love to join Julie, thank you" Wally inspects everyone & where they are, presumably to decide where to sit. You refuse to look at anyone, instead staring at a butterfly that's landed near you. It's wings, lacking in any form of color, flutter for a bit before freezing in place, flapping down every once in a while. You feel something soft graze your arm lightly, glancing through the corner of your eye you spot an all too familiar puppet.

You feel tense beyond belief. Even when he isn't looking in your direct, you still feel eyes on you with such intensity that only the puppet beside you can match perfectly. You want to get up & leave, you need to get up & leave. A hand grips onto your arm before you can lift yourself up, "What's wrong neighbor?" His gaze makes you freeze in place, his pupils dilated where you can barely see the white in his eyes. "You and I haven't spent much time together, you know"

Your hand anxiousness twitches, thinking maybe staying in your own home again would have been a better idea. "You stay locked up in your own little home... I don't think that's good for you, neighbor"

Frank brings a finger between your faces, "Wally's right! You'll begin to feel more ansty and like you have little to no energy" Frank said. "That's honestly why Julie invited you out, out of worry, you know" Julie leans onto Frank, her hand running through her hair, "Yeah! Besides, you staying in your home means you spend less time with us and that means less games we play together!" The last words were barely audible from her increasing speed in her speech.

Wally takes you hand, lifting it towards his chest. "We barely speak and I'd like to make up for lost time, what do you say?" A small pinch on your face made you flinch slightly, bewildered about where it came from. Another pinch followed, like tiny shocks running through you, it wasn't painful, but it certainly caught you off guard. "Just stay for a little longer neighbor" Wally faintly tugs you forward, you lock eyes with him as his eyelids droop slightly, making him seem almost tired.

"I..." Any words you wish to say refuse to come up your throat, you mind promptly going blank. Wally sighs as his other hand pats you head, asking Poppy to hand him two muffins for you & him. "Maybe you and I can paint together, that'd be nice, right neighbor?" Any attempt to pull or scoot away from him only led to him pulling you back closer to him, the pinching sensation beginning to agitate you yet only stopping altogether whenever you glanced at the yellow puppet.

"Yeah...? I guess so" Wally's eyes close once more as he slowly laughs, seeing him like this almost made you relax & enjoy being around him, though it could only last so long as those eyes opened & stared at you. "Wonderful neighbor, we should paint at Home, I'm sure they'll like the extra company"

You can merely offer a small smile as you slouch slightly, his grip on your hand loosens yet never lets go, the sensation of eyes on you creep up again.

#yandere #yandere drabble #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling #yandere Welcome Home x reader #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader

[cvlutos]

hey there! I just commented on one of your posts and as I was reading it, I had an idea and was wondering if I could brainstorm w you cause I wanna fan girl w someone

Imagine if Reader always tries to escape the Neighborhood. Every time they get past the Neighborhood, they only ever manage reach the edge of the woods. And then everything goes white.

And they wake up as a different person in the show. A newly introduced character and every time, they have to fight to escape again.

When R first wakes up in the neighborhood, they retain all their memories of their past life for only a minute and then they disappear completely.

pls lemme know if you have any thoughts on this!!

No cause this would be so interesting! Was supposed to write a drabble and instead wrote a whole thing. Oops

HIS GAME!!

✦ | Apr.08th.2023 | —K |

✦ | Wally Darling | Gn!Reader

✦ | Chasing | Your Trapped | Yandere | No Chance of Escape |

✦ | Synopsis: How many times must we do this, neighbor? |

"Stop it!"

Your voice is hoarse, panicked, angry, frightened. Once pristine black shiny shoes covered in dirt and mud, your clothing rip and torn, as your nails claw and push against the tall, almost fake pine trees. Desperate to get away, needing to get out.

Trees bend and sway, shivering and jumping as the ground begins to change, turning soft and grabbing the soles of your shoes, the edge of your clothing, pulling you—yanking you—tugging you into the ground that swallowed you. You scream, cry out in utter pain, hands clawing at the gooey surface, your body frantically fighting. Ink-like hands grab at your face, pulling your cheeks and dragging you downward, muffling your screams, digging into your eyes. Your vision blurs into pure white.

'How many times must we do this, neighbor?'

You awake with a jolt, you don't have time, tumbling out of your bed with shaky steps, nearly throwing aside your large night stand as you fumbled for a heavy sharp piece of wood, drawing a shaky tally into the wall, your breathing is erratic as the door to your home opens and footsteps near closer to your bedroom.

You don't have time.

Your vision is spotty, salvia slipping past your lips desperate, exhaustion filling your bones as you slump to the floor. A soft sigh drawing your attention as he stands in your doorway, you can make out the smallest smile and wave, before sleep overtakes you.

'WELCOME HOME'

The note is written with a red crayon, spelled out with a multiple different signatures. Julie, Barnaby, Frank, Poppy, Sally, Eddie, Howdy, & Wally. You can't help but smile at the kind letter, each of your new neighbors taking time to greet you, even though they've never met you. You dust off your colorful clothing, tightening the straps of your red shoes, and fixing your hair as you make your way towards the front door, taking time to inspect your familiar forever home, everything was perfect.

Perfect, Perfect, Perfect.

With familiar perfect colored walls and perfect sized windows. Yet before you can do much more, someone knocks. Once, then twice, before a final three times. Each knock following a musical pattern, that makes you bound happily on each step as you open the door. The sun is bright and shining, the birds always singing as you come face to face with someone you immediately know.

"Hi Neighbor!"

"Wally Darling!" You call his name, like you would an old friend, since that's what he is! Your best friend, your closest friend in the whole wide world. He matches your happiness, tipping his head to you as he elegantly bows, "the one and only."

You smile widens at his antics, watching him stand again and straighten out his blue cardigan, fixing the yellow buttons to all line orderly. "Welcome Home, Neighbor! Now, let us not dilly dally, the others are excited to finally meet you!" He gives you no other second, taking your arm in his as he ushers you out of the house. He walks you down the familiar roads, pointing out all of your neighbor houses, and all the interesting things to do throughout the day.

Things you're familiar with, things you've done before.

"Wally! And Neighbor!" Before you can react, a big ball of blue takes over your vision, lifting out off your feet and hugging you, voices all shouting in chorus, one you've heard before.

"Welcome go the Neighborhood!!"

Time and Time again.

There's a certain unease that follows. Another tally. That lingers behind you like a shadow after every step you take in your ruby red shoes. Another tally. A feeling that tells you over and over and over and over, that something isn't right. Another tally. He isn't right.

You aren't right.

These blue shiny shoes aren't yours. Another tally.

These glittery hair pens don't belong to you. Another tally.

These eyes. This hair. These clothes. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you.

'How many more times must we do this, neighbor?'

It was a mere accident, ripping up the wall paper behind your night stand, revealing the large wall filled tally marks. Each line ffranti, hazardously marked as if whoever wrote them was doing so quickly, with escape written in messy letters.

This is how it always begins. Every time you find this wall, every time you see the tally marks, a tally mark you once drew, you remember. You're trapped and must escape.

"No matter how many times we do this, you always remember... I don't understand why you want to leave, Neighbor."

Wally stands in your bedroom doorway, shoulders slack, as he lets out a sigh, his smile returning. "But it's okay Neighbor! You must really love this game. And I'll keep playing until your absolutely satisfied!"

He steps to the side, waving out his arm to you, motioning towards the open door, to the open exit.

And you run.

Another tally.

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

#t.manor.horror.stories #yandere welcome home x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling #wally darling welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home x reader

[angstflayer-council]

July Drabble #8- One Step Forward

They were never strangers. 

In high school, Eddie watched as the sunshine boy who sat a few tables over from him during lunch grew into a King, and then he watched as he was dethroned with no fanfare, tumbling down from the pedestal as though he’d never been there at all. 

Steve knew of Eddie Munson. He heard his annual Cafeteria Table Speeches, watched from afar as he took in the kids Steve imagined needed to be taken in. Once or twice, he wished he was one of them. Eddie’s group of misfits looked comfortable, solid. No one was left in the dirt there. 

They knew of each other, but didn’t really know each other. 

After Steve graduated, Eddie found himself looking for Steve when he gave his yearly Speech. He found himself looking for Steve a lot, actually, and each time, he was more disappointed not to find him than the last. 

Eddie, too, crossed Steve’s mind frequently, more than he’d care to admit, and at times he didn’t care to admit— just Eddie’s ringed fingers when he was alone in bed, his hips twitching and heart pounding. 

Neither questioned it. It was fine. 

Until they found themselves forced together in a small, rundown boathouse. 

Until Steve watched Eddie jump into Lovers Lake and swing an oar hard enough to break it in half over a demobat. 

Until Eddie discovered that Steve was an alright guy and that maybe he did deserve to be treated like a King. 

—

They were never friends. 

After the battle was won, they found themselves in the same orbit— Steve, a satellite to Eddie’s moon. Eddie and Wayne stayed with Steve, Loch Nora having been spared. The rich really get all the luck, Wayne joked as they moved what was salvaged from the trailer into the otherwise empty house. 

Steve helped Eddie recover, changing his bandages and keeping track of medications. When he started walking again, he held onto Wayne with fingers like a vice grip wrapped around his uncle’s forearm and focused on Steve at the end of the hallway. For weeks, he shuffled towards Steve’s raised eyebrows, enthusiastic nods, and outstretched hands ready to catch him. 

Each day, Steve took one step backwards and Eddie took one more forward. 

Eventually, Eddie reached Steve at the end of the hallway. His fingers wrapped tightly around Steve’s hand and Steve wanted to kiss him. Realization slammed into him like a plate to the head, and all at once, Steve was holding the only hand he wanted to hold for the rest of his life. Eddie smiled, wide and bright, as he stood steady between Steve’s hand and Wayne’s arm. 

—

Many years later, when Eddie walked down an aisle lined with their closest friends and found family, Eddie only let go of his uncle’s arm when they reached Steve. He held onto them both, fingers tight just as he had in 1986. 

They were never strangers, nor were they ever friends. They were just waiting. 

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #july drabble game #st drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble

[bg-sparrow]

mcfly july 2021 || day 2 Arcade Games at 7-Eleven

ii.

Wild Gunman was a wild success when the 7-Eleven on the corner of John F. Kennedy Drive decided to swap out Donkey Kong for one of the popular “light gun” games.

Marty couldn’t get enough of it. With every quarter he deposited, his low-key love of cowboys and proficient hand-eye coordination paired well, quickly ascending him to CRACK SHOT status.

But the top of the leaderboard eluded him.

“JGV” sat at number one.

Doc peered over Marty’s shoulder when happening upon him there one afternoon.

“Any closer?”

“No,” Marty growled at the screen.

Doc smirked.

“I’m sure you’ll get there.”

#mcflyjuly #mcfly july #back to the future #bttf #“JGV” are the initials of Doc's favorite author :) #I am old enough to semi-remember video games in convenience stores being a thing #but they were more poker games around here than arcade games #fanfiction #100 words #drabble #bttf moodboard #bttf aesthetics #moodboard

[promptseverlark]

“This Would Have Happened Anyway” Challenge for Summer.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/This_Would_Have_Happened_Anyway_Summer23

Katniss says it at the end of Mockingjay:

“But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.”

So let’s explore “What ifs” and send your fics on how Katniss and Peeta would have ended together … in D13: if the games revolution have happened before the games or if Peeta would have been rescued in Catching Fire, of if he wouldn’t had been hijacked… or any other IF in D13.

Pairing: Everlark

Type: Fan Fiction or Fan Art.

Words: Over 1000 words (drabbles, one shots or short multi chapter are welcome, we would like to have submission completed although it isn’t mandatory)

Theme/Prompt: Canon Divergence, set in D13 in Panem

Deadline:

1. You can confirm your to participation until May 20th (in Tumblr or by email [email protected]) and you will be granted access to the collection to submit your work.

2. You can submit your fics up to June 24th (CET time!)

3. Collection will be live June 25th as anonymous

4. Writers will be revealed July 1st.

#this would have happened anyway challenge summer 2023 #TWHHA summer 2023 #everlark

[pinkiebieberpie]

sebastian stan and y/n break up, but they have a pet and neither of them want to give it up. then they spend a few days each with the pet separately. but it kinda helps them get together again.

moodboards random prompt game

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STEDDIE MICROFIC JULY: STEVE NO FUN HARRINGTON

@steddiemicrofic | Word: Pool | Word Count: 442 Rated: T (for swears, it’s a Worm Drabble of course there are swears) | CW: none

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“You’re literally no fun, Steven.” Dustin sniped turning on his heel to go jump back into the pool.

“Yup that’s me, Steve No Fun Harrington. Use my pool, eat my food, play your stupid dumbbells and dingbats game in my living room, but god forbid you have fun.” Steve mumbles under his breath reaching for his beer.

He almost knocked the damn thing over when he felt a hand clap his shoulder, hot breath next to his ear, “Dumbbells and Dingbats huh? Better not let their DM hear you talk shit, baby, I hear he can be a little mean.”

Steve leans his head back to knock into his very hot boyfriends chest. Eddie and Steve has just kinda…fell into each others space after everything in March and four months later, Steve had absolutely zero complaints.

He juts his bottom lip out looking up at Eddie. He probably looked ridiculous, but Eddie looked at Steve like he hung the moon and Steve was 100% sure he returned that gaze whenever he had the chance.

Eddie laughs placing a quick kiss on Steve’s nose.

“What’d Henderson do this time?” Eddie asked as Steve sat back up his chair.

“How’d you know it was Henderson?”

Eddie dramatically plopped into the seat next to him, looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk. “You trying to tell me it wasn’t?”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, Eddie always had a way of mellowing him out. “You know how it is, they just want me in the damn pool and I don’t wanna be in the damn pool Eddie.”

Steve watched as Eddie face shifted, inquisitive. He knew Eddie wanted to ask but Steve also knew that he wouldn’t. They knew each other well enough at this point to leave certain things unsaid.

Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but was met with a chorus of greeting from the kids before he could.

Eddie waved them off, telling them he’d join them in a few, before turning back to Steve.

“Do you wanna just come sit at the edge? It is pretty fucking hot Stevie, and you’re already smokin’, so maybe dipping your feet in wouldn’t be such a bad idea?”

Steve laughed, Eddie was a ham and he loved it.

Loved him.

Eddie stood up, running a hand through Steve’s hair, “I’ll hold your hand the whole time.”

Steve looked up at him again, he was sure there were hearts where his eyes were supposed to be. “Promise?”

Steve let himself be pulled up, Eddie placing a quick to his lips before dragging him to the edge of the pool.

“Yeah baby, I promise.”

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#steddiemicroficjuly #just know that this is about 700 words and I had to get creative #and now I have a whole fuckin plot in my head #I actually quite enjoyed this and I love them your honor #keep giving me the baby prompts #my wordy ass will learn to survive #steddie #steddie ficlet #did i write something not smutty? I’m shook #they fuck in the pool later #eddie munson x steve harrington #worm brain