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lunememes · 10 months
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send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat
this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!
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juicywritinghoard · 2 years
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prompts to shake things up
I didn't know you wore glasses and I'm thinking normal and platonic thoughts about you right now I swear
I'm going to take over the world and no one can stop me not even y- okay well if you ask nicely I guess
you say childish like it's a bad thing but I see you eyeing that life size Pokémon plush don't kid yourself 
be honest are you crying about the commercial with the kitten in it
this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,
soooo *twirling hair and fluttering eyelashes* why does everyone think you're a freak
I know I'm your doctor and the horns growing in overnight was kind of a surprise but why do you want them removed those are sick as hell
babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring 
okay so if you want me to rescue you from up there you have to try to come with me--okay I guess I'm picking you up
I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh
every time you taste my cooking you just say it's amazing does it need more salt or not I swan to John
oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind,
you frost cookies like you're neither left or right handed but a third other hand that you don't actually possess and I can't stand it (affectionate)
I don't think you understand how much your good morning texts legitimately keep me from rotting in bed all day 
you must be pretty down if me juggling your oranges doesn't even get a laugh out of you :( should I light them on fire? 
no I see the super powers yeah I just, I'm not sure you got them from your medication, yeah, and would you say that's a negative side effect or
you bought me a SWORD? OH MAN IM GONNA BE SO DANGEROUS 
ooh what's this potion do? coffee? that's a funny name. what happens if I press this button? humans are so fascinating this is the best I hope I never go home
you've been blinking SOS in Morse code at me for ten minutes honey this award ceremony is supposed to be honoring you 
when we kiss I feel like I'm floating, like literally gravity stopped working on me please don't let go?? also another kiss wouldn't hurt just saying 
so it was YOU who took a full bite out of that stick of butter!! please. please. why??
let's go on vacation somewhere cheesy and act like we're a couple wouldn't that be sooooo funny haha
okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them
I'm a spy. i can do unspeakable crimes under the morally bankrupt cover of night but I'm not sure I can pretend to look at real estate as a couple with you 
my love is your arm stuck in the claw machine. you were going to steal that prize for me?? oh my gosh. let me rescue you and also show you how to actually do this
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theresonly1u · 23 days
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There's Only One You 2024 (a sports rpf short fanwork challenge)
Tired of trying to finish your 45k fic on your 30 minute lunch break? Getting bogged down by portraiture that takes over 12 hours to complete? Want to record a podfic that takes exactly as long as the intermission break? Presenting: There’s Only One You - a sports rpf short fanwork prompt meme. Year 2!
All fanworks + all sports rpf welcome.
Prompt format: 1 pairing + 1 word.
Fanwork fills have maximum length: Fic: 2000 words // Podfic: 20 minutes // Fanart: 2 hours of effort // Playlists: 10 songs // Vids: 2 minutes // something else? follow those guidelines!
☀️ Schedule ☀️ Prompts open: Now!! Posting opens: March 13 Prompts close: March 20 Posting closes: April 4 Fanworks revealed: April 5 Creators revealed: April 8
INFO.
FAQ.
RULES.
Questions? Ask on tumblr or email [email protected].
Art by the amazing @sorrellegiance!! Thank you Sor 🥳🥳
Changes this year:
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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 10 months
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Whumpers! This is your two-week head start to the Two Weeks of Whump Challenge commencing on the 3rd of July!
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Promptsforyourwhumpfic’s Two Weeks of Whump Challenge - July 3rd-July 16th
To celebrate six years and nine thousand followers, I have compiled a small whump challenge. 
For each day, you gave been given three items/ways to hurt your chosen character with. You can use just one, or all three for each day! This isn’t limited to writing, you can create gifsets/draw etc. There is no limit. 
For those posting to Tumblr
Please tag @promptsforyourwhumpfic and/or use the tags #TWOW or #TwoWeeksOfWhump. 
For those posting to AO3:
I have created the Two Weeks Of Whump Collection (thank you for recommending I do this @dollopheadedmerlin​!) 
You can tag me at @SurroWhump
Prompts list: 
1) Poker - Shock Collar - Ashes 2) Bio-Weapon - Isolation Chamber - Needles 3) Car Battery - Scalpel - Alcohol 4) Belt - Gas Mask - Cage 5) Broken Glass - Building Collapse - Necktie 6) Kitchen Knife - Gunshot Wound - Gag 7) Cyanide - False Imprisonment - Blindfold 8) Rope - Nails - Water Inhalation 9) Acid - Branding - Meat Hook 10) Rusted Metal - Phone Call - Hammer 11) Chains - Hanging - Muzzle 12) Baseball Bat - Coffin - Nail Gun 13) Mystery Pill - Gaslighting - Fishing Net 14) Barbed Wire - Scissors - Corkscrew
Remember: tag accordingly, especially when it comes to trigger warnings!
FAQ’S
Why just two weeks? I understand not everyone has the time/stamina to do a huge challenge, so I thought two weeks was a good compromise!
Miss a day? Don’t worry! It’s not the end of the world, you can always catch up in future. This challenge is not limited to these two weeks, if you’re finding this two months after its over, then you’re more than welcome to take part!
How much do you need to write/do for each day? As much or as little as you’d like. If a drabble turns into a full fic, brilliant! If you only have the time for a sketch that's fine too! 
Want to know more? Message me/send me an ask!
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stannyramirez · 9 months
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𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 add reverse for the opposite scenario (made in affiliation with @isortofwriteit)
sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark
sender let's receiver orgasm after edging them for a long time
sender gets on their knees and lets receiver slide their thumb into their mouth
sender pulls receiver's head back and calls them a 'good boy/girl/insert moniker here’
sender tells receiver to sit on their face
sender tells receiver they're not wearing any underwear
sender kisses the back of receiver's neck
sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there
sender grabs receiver's neck/ throat
sender pulls receiver on their lap
sender touches receiver under the table at a nice restaurant
sender trails fingertips up receiver’s bare thigh
sender breathes on/licks the shell of receiver’s ear
sender ghosts fingertips along receiver’s skin, eliciting goosebumps
sender leaves a love bite on receiver’s shoulder
sender pulls receiver into bathroom stall/dressing room/closet for a moment of passion
sender rips off an article of receiver’s clothing
sender delicately removes an article of receiver’s clothing
sender draws invisible shapes/words on receiver’s flesh with their fingertip or tongue
sender teases receiver until receiver breaks and tries to take what they want from sender
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a-system-of-giving · 4 months
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A System of Giving 2023
Yes, we're back for another year of filling everyone's lives with more plural fanfiction!
This year we're trying out a prompt meme challenge. This means everyone will submit prompts from whatever fandom or lack thereof you'd like, and you can pick whichever prompts you'd like to write for. Remember that this all needs to have something to do with plurality
If you're plural or a questioning plural and you want to write, go sign up here!
Reminder that this exchange is completely pro-endo
Sign-ups close: November 30th
Assignments due: December 25th
Works revealed: December 31st
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oblivionmemes · 2 years
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send me muses or characters you think would make a great ship for mine!
this can be on anon or off! i’ll reply if i agree, disagree, or my thoughts in general.
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ok new prompt game based on the latest wave of pornbots
step 1. find a porn bot in a tag spam post in one of your tags
step 2. report it for spam
setp 3. look at the little phrase they have on the link and pair it with the tag you caught it on to make a prompt
recent examples I’ve had are ‘reverse cowgirl’ + #captain rex, ‘make my body shake’ + #codywan etc etc
write a lil thing based on the prompt, and share it with your comrades in the tag in question!
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'TO STAY IN ONE PLACE FOR A WHILE': A SEATTLE KRAKEN PROMPT MEME 🦑
It’s YEAR THREE of the Seattle Kraken and we’re back with a new name and better than ever! And we’re doing a really for real prompt meme this year.
Pairing prompts must include at least one member of Kraken or Firebirds organization, past or present. General, non-pairing prompts must involve the team, franchise, or Seattle in some way. Fills must include at least one member of the Seattle Kraken organization or Coachella Firebirds organization at any time in the last three years. All fanworks welcomed - fic, art, podfic, poetry, fanmixes, whatever you can think of!
Schedule Prompts open: January 8 Prompts close: January 18 Fics due: March 20 Fics revealed: March 22 Creators revealed: March 27
AO3.
FAQ.
RULES.
questions? ask!
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memelleity · 2 years
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nine perfect strangers sentence starters
❝ damn it, did you do that on purpose? ❞
❝ i was just having a quiet moment of despair. ❞
❝ i’ll see you soon, or…. or never again. ❞
❝ you know, for what it’s worth, i’m not a tragic person. ❞
❝ are you married? ❞
❝ you know, uhh, i almost didn’t come. ❞
❝ i don’t want to suffer. ❞
❝ i am perfectly willing to shut up. i’m a chronically loquacious person, and if you let me talk long enough, i always seem to find the poop and step right in it. ❞
❝ oh, i’m just your run-of-the-mill asshole. ❞
❝ does any of this feel random to you? ❞
❝ my story is… i died. ❞
❝ who do you think you’re kidding? i’ve become a punchline. ❞
❝ it’s incredible you’re still single. ❞
❝ no, i’m fine. i just, umm… just a little panic attack. they come and go. ❞
❝ we complement each other’s demons. ❞
❝ i know women like you. you’re so driven and you’re so committed to perfection that you’re not even human anymore. ❞
❝ i didn’t come here to open a vein. ❞
❝ i’d like to talk to you in private, if i may. ❞
❝ are you happy with your life? ❞
❝ you shouldn’t sneak up on people in the dark like that. ❞
❝ i’m not meditating, just despondently staring into the gaping void. ❞
❝ it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world… to be seen. ❞
❝ there’s only so much surrendering i can do. ❞
❝ as much as i love you, and i do… i’m angry. ❞
❝ i miss liking you. ❞
❝ who are you, really? ❞
❝ you’ve got an excuse for everything. ❞
❝ this is definitely not a team. i mean, this is like the opposite of a team. ❞
❝ i received some disturbing messages. threats. ❞
❝ we are and we always will be profoundly and inextricably bound. ❞
❝ digging graves is not doing my back any favors. ❞
❝ think of the people who will mourn you. what do you want them to say about your life? ❞
❝ if i did die today, nobody would care. because i’m humiliated and i am alone, and it’s only gonna get worse. ❞
❝ why are you here? ❞
❝ i’m very good in bed. ❞
❝ take your hands off me. just take your fucking hands off me! ❞
❝ you have never stood where i stand. ❞
❝ i’m a one-trick pony that can no longer do her one trick. ❞
❝ can you trust me on this? ❞
❝ it’s scary, but like in a good way. ❞
❝ i’m so sorry. i don’t know why i said that out loud. ❞
❝ you’re a real dick. ❞
❝ seriously, babe, get yourself a vibrator. let off some steam. ❞
❝ it’s good that we challenge each other. it only makes us better, right? ❞
❝ your secret’s safe with me. ❞
❝ are you sure you’re okay to do this? ❞
❝ you shit-talking me, ____? ❞
❝ we carry on because we must, right? what’s the alternative? ❞
❝ oh. you’re naked. okay. ❞
❝ you think you’re the only one who doesn’t like being dismissed? ❞
❝ what the fuck? are we on some kind of reality show or something? ❞
❝ everybody has a story. especially the people who claim otherwise. ❞
❝ how do you make your money? ❞
❝ do you really not think that you’re pretty? ❞
❝ i was just thinking i wish i could write this all down. ❞
❝ if i had known it was gonna be the last time, i’d have bothered to remember the details. ❞
❝ just take a breath. ❞
❝ well, there’s your mistake right there, thinkin’ i’m a nice guy. ❞
❝ anything you wanna tell me? ❞
❝ i…i’ve been feeling unlike myself for the better part of today. ❞
❝ you know, you could go to jail for this. ❞
❝ i didn’t see it coming. ❞
❝ we all have secrets, ____. none of us are exactly how we appear, are we? ❞
❝ aren’t you even curious, like a little bit? ❞
❝ you can sleep on the couch tonight. ❞
❝ when you arrived, you were kind of a complete jackass. and i have witnessed you becoming… less complete in that area. ❞
❝ sometimes, even in the best marriages, people pretend. it takes a little denial on both sides. ❞
❝ can i show you something? ❞
❝ i’m smiling because you’re funny. ❞
❝ i don’t wanna see you. ❞
❝ you took that from me and i can’t get it back. ❞
❝ you can do better than that. ❞
❝ why can’t you be happy for me? ❞
❝ relationships, am i right? ❞
❝ the only reason i remember you at all is because your story is so pathetic. ❞
❝ we have shared history here. i’m just saying you can talk to me. ❞
❝ i killed him. he had a mother. he had a father, you know. i killed him. i made him dead.❞
❝ this is too fast. ❞
❝ this is not about me. ❞
❝ why do you keep telling people we weren’t close? ❞
❝ i’m so lonely. i didn’t know what it felt like to be lonely, because i always had you. ❞
❝ you’re a fucking lunatic, you know that? ❞
❝ how do i even begin to say i’m sorry? ❞
❝ why is there oatmeal on my face? ❞
❝ i hear you told ____ to fuck off. ❞
❝ you think i’m the one sending you death threats? ❞
❝ i just think the world is a tough place for a kid right now. ❞
❝ i love this place. ❞
❝ there’s just no going back, right? ❞
❝ i’ve been numbing a lot of shit for a lot of years, and now here i am, facing it all, and… i’m not having the best time. ❞
❝ i wasn’t there when either of my kids were born. ❞
❝ i should’ve never come to this place. ❞
❝ i’m not sure i want any of this bad enough, ____. i’m not gonna make it. ❞
❝ i know i don’t need to be worried about you. i… i want to. ❞
❝ why all the tears? what’s wrong? ❞
❝ you’ll meet someone new. because you are a vibrant, beautiful woman. ❞
❝ i’m just really grateful for you. ❞
❝ that’s actually a good look on you. ❞
❝ what did you call me? ❞
❝ i hate bullies. ❞
❝ are you trying to kill me? ❞
❝ you actually seemed kind of mortal. like the rest of us. ❞
❝ you had a look on your face like you were gonna kiss me. ❞
❝ full disclosure, i’m a terrible kisser. ❞
❝ i think we should stick together. ❞
❝ i heard screams. ❞
❝ i wanna believe this is real. please, let this be real. ❞
❝ i love you. ❞
❝ i am sorry, but this needed to happen. ❞
❝ have you ever known me to lie? ❞
❝ i don’t think i can forgive that. ❞
❝ i don’t want to be complicit in this. ❞
❝ reason is no match for pain. ❞
❝ i fucking hate you! ❞
❝ what do you say we get out of here? ❞
❝ why are you holding my hand? ❞
❝ you don’t wanna just flip to the end of the book, do you? that’s no fun. ❞
❝ i see myself for who i am now, which is… less, quite a bit less than what i was. ❞
❝ i was fearless, and now i… i’m just… i’m just afraid. ❞
❝ look around you. everybody’s afraid. ❞
❝ you locked me in here. ❞
❝ are we leaving or not? ❞
❝ when someone seems so nice, and… and good, it turns out i’m always wrong. ❞
❝ i haven’t spoken to most of my family in years. ❞
❝ the people who should love me, they don’t even bother returning my calls. ❞
❝ i’ve been more honest with you than anyone i’ve ever met. ❞
❝ where would you go? ❞
❝ you’re very good at what you do, but you’re wrong. ❞
❝ you’re gonna leave me? ❞
❝ i’m done waiting. ❞
❝ i wasn’t gonna jump, if that’s what you’re thinking. ❞
❝ i know i’m supposed to move forward. i get that. i just don’t want to. i wanna go backwards. ❞
❝ you’re not nearly as odd as you come off. i mean that nicely. ❞
❝ looks like the shit’s hitting the fan. ❞
❝ i’m so sorry about before. i wish i could say it wasn’t me, but… i can say that it’s not the me i love. ❞
❝ i don’t think it’s safe for me to be around you. ❞
❝ do you remember what you said? ❞
❝ do not pity me. ❞
❝ i tend to babble when i’m nervous. ❞
❝ i don’t think you’re wrong. i think your… your instinct that we don’t have a chance in hell is probably correct. ❞
❝ this is your chance to start anew. ❞
❝ let me out, please. please let me out! ❞
❝ it’s food for thought, isn’t it? ❞
❝ i probably would have been a shit dad, anyway. ❞
❝ is it snowing? ❞
❝ you need to let go. ❞
❝ i thought we were gonna die. ❞
❝ we’re all gonna die, ____. just not today. ❞
❝ did you find what you were looking for? ❞
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piratefishmama · 1 year
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79 for the dialogue prompt (bonus if this is asked to Kas!Eddie /j (just kidding, do what you will with this 😭))
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“Are you back for good?”
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“Are you back for good?” Eddie turned to cast his ashen-brown eyes toward the man behind him, so much he wanted to say. So much he’d wanted to do. All of it seemingly impossible now, even after they’d won. He’d never have a normal life, he’d always need something that he couldn’t expect the people around him to want to give him, an ask far too big for the people who’d known him a mere fraction of his life.
“I think not, Steve.” Eddie’s answer coming with a deep sigh of resignation. “I don’t belong here.” Where did he belong now though? Sure he was warm, and his injuries had already closed leaving angry scarring behind, but he’d died. He’d died and things simply weren’t the same anymore.
He wasn’t himself anymore. Didn’t feel like himself. The devil may care attitude was gone, his goofy self… it didn’t exist anymore, it couldn’t exist anymore. He’d seen too much, experienced too much, been through too much. He couldn’t look in a mirror and recognise himself anymore, things had changed too much.
“And where exactly do you think you belong, Munson? If not here.” Steve wasn’t moving, just leaning against the island in his kitchen, expression unreadable, his heart rate steady.
“You think I have an answer for that? You know what I look like. Where the fuck on Earth would I fit in now?” He lifted a hand just to look at it, once fingers tipped with fingernails he’d habitually bitten down to the quick, were now tipped with claws capable of carving flesh from bone. If he looked in a mirror he’d find his complexion paler than before, the network of veins that ran beneath his skin a darker blue than ever before, if he opened his mouth his canines were sharp, incisors too, sharp enough to pierce through layers of skin, of muscle to tear it away and feast. “I was already an outcast, I was already the freak, the monster, now I look the part do you think they’ll ever leave me alone?”
Whatever Creel had done to him, whatever the bats had done to him in the Upside Down during his time there, the only thing left of him was a vague shape of what he used to be, as if he were a doppelganger created by an evil witch who wasn’t completely certain of what he ought to look like.
The essentials were there… but nothing else.
“Eddie, you still fit in here.”
“I think the closest to here I fit, is the creepy upside-down version of here, and I can’t even get back there.” El had sealed it off after eviscerating everything that could possibly want to reach Earth. It still existed, couldn’t just destroy an entire dimension, especially one so closely linked to theirs, it’d probably destabilize the whole thing and tear their dimension apart with it.
A coin had two sides, one couldn’t exist without the other.
“You think you belong there, on your own?”
“I dunno, Steve… Maybe I could make it better… Maybe it was only bad because of Vecna and the Flayer. Maybe… maybe I could do something good for once, help the things there to grow and be better. I’ll never fit in here, Steve, I never did before, and now… I mean… look at me, how can I have a life, looking like this?” He couldn’t go back to school, there’d be no chance of him ever getting a job, and forget dating, not that he had much luck with that anyway. “School? Not a chance, a job? Hah, sure… a personal life?” Gay man in rural ‘God fearin’ Indiana? Pfft. He’d already been struggling and now he was basically a blood sucking undead freak, so. That was just extra. Eddie’s shoulders slumped in resignation, eyes downturned to the floor “I should have never stayed on this side of the gate when she closed it.”
Steve’s arms dropped, he took a step closer as if to reach out to comfort him “Eddie…” he only hesitated when Eddie looked back at him
Even his eyes had changed. No longer the chocolate brown they’d once been, it was as though the ashy spores of the upside down had faded the richness of the colour away leaving a pale, ashy excuse in its place.
“No, I shouldn’t have, I should have just ditched with the bats when I had the chance, followed them when they told me to, when they warned me it’d be the last chance I’d get to go with them, I shouldn’t be here. I helped you win, I broke free of his control to help out, but that should have been the end of my involvement, I shouldn’t have stayed.”
“Then why did you? What made you stay, if you were so sure that you shouldn’t have, hm?”
“…Do you know what snapped me out of it, Steve?” Eddie had already lost a lot. He’d lost his life, he’d lost his humanity, he’d lost everything he was and everything he could have been, all because he’d wanted just a little extra cash for a concert that he’d wound up missing anyway. He couldn’t even go home. Had been living in one of the broken houses around the worst of the quake areas, squatting. He couldn’t go back to his uncle. Couldn’t do that to him. To Wayne, he was dead. He’d stay that way. “What snapped me out of his control? Do you know what did it?”
They hadn’t had music, there was nothing left of Eddie’s collection in the broken trailer that made up one of the points to the world’s worst X marks the spot, nothing left of his tapes, not that they’d have known to get some, they hadn’t known he’d be there. It wasn’t music that’d snapped him out of it, Eddie just… came back to them. Nobody knew why, but he had. One minute his gaze was empty, void of anything, just a puppet on strings for a master to control.
The next he was tearing Vecna’s arm clean from his shoulder and swiping an eye from its socket with such animalistic ferocity it’d stopped them all dead for fear of what he’d do next, for fear that he’d turn on them. He hadn’t. Vecna managed to send him flying through the pain, sending him crashing through rocks that hadn’t kept him down for very long. “We never figured that out… one minute you weren’t there, the next you were.”
“It was you.” Steve’s eyes widened a fraction, before his brows furrowed in confusion “your voice, Steve… I could hear you, telling Dustin that it wasn’t me, to stay back, to stay strong, yelling at Robin to get back behind the rocks, at Nancy to keep steady as she wavered, I could hear you so clearly over it all… everything else sounded like it was underwater, muddied, and dulled but you… It was like you were standing right next to me.” His favourite music, Steve. Just Steve, the way he talked, his voice, the sound of it… could have played him a thousand Metallica songs it wouldn’t have mattered. It had to be Steve. “Wish I’d been braver before all… this… brave enough to do more than tease and joke” he lifted his hand again to take in the clawed fingers he now had, missing how Steve moved closer, emboldened by Eddie’s words. “You made me stay… a stupid crush I should have gotten over years ago cause I know you’d never reciprocate, I know that, but I still stayed because I’m so fucking stu-mmpff—” Eddie’s back hit the wall closest to him, experienced and confident lips claiming his, silencing the rambling rant that’d rapidly begun spiralling, that rant dissolving into a softly whimpered moan muffled against Steve’s lips, so unfitting for such an intimidating creature.
Yet it fit Eddie Munson perfectly.
“Stay” Steve didn’t even try and pose the word as a question, it was an instruction, a demand, an order murmured against the plushest of inexperienced lips, and Eddie all but melted into it. Melted into him and chased him needy and wanting when Steve eased back, beautiful hazel eyes searching ashen brown with hope and want. “Stay for me… stay with me, just stay… please…”
“…Kiss me again and I’ll think about it.” Never should anyone claim Eddie Munson was not a gifted at bargaining.
“Deal.”
Maybe, he figured the morning after when he awoke to the most gloriously beautiful sight he’d ever laid his eyes upon, his muscles pleasantly aching, all wrapped up in the warm, strong embrace of that beautiful sight, Steve Harrington, a wealth of possibilities for a future with something in it other than pain now suddenly open to him, to them, a future to be shared instead of lived alone, maybe… just maybe, he could be back for good.
Maybe sticking around wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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lunememes · 10 months
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🌙  *  ―   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (  a list of kidnapped and torture scenarios of varying degree. from torturing for information to torturing for the enjoyment of it. for drabbles or prompts or both! feel free to change wording as needed! do not add to the list.  )
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 
❛  i’ll tell you anything you want to know, just please stop!  ❜ ❛  i won’t break, so do your worst.  ❜ ❛  you are sick in the head.  ❜ ❛  when i get out of here, i’m going to kill you. i promise you that.  ❜ ❛  they’ll come looking for me! they’ll notice i’m gone.  ❜ ❛  i’m not going to tell you anything.  ❜ ❛  i can’t  —  they’d kill me if i told you.  ❜ ❛  who sent you, huh? who are you working for?  ❜ ❛  i know what you want, but i’m not going to give it to you, no matter how hard you try. so do your best.  ❜ ❛  i always got the feeling you never liked me.  ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐑 
❛  don’t look at them, why are you looking at them? look at me. they’re not going to help you.  ❜ ❛  you see, i had quite a reputation as the go-to guy. my job demanded it at the time. so I know where to apply the tiniest amount of pressure to a wound like yours.  ❜ ❛  no one is coming for you. i made sure of that.  ❜ ❛  how you come out of this depends entirely on you. so i strongly suggest you cooperate, for your own sake.  ❜ ❛  you look so good like this, all tied up and bloodied.  ❜ ❛  go on, scream for me.  ❜ ❛  oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time.  ❜ ❛  i'm not going to kill you, but i’ll make you wish you were dead.  ❜ ❛  give me what i want and all this can stop.  ❜ ❛  ah-ah, don’t pass out on me now. we were just getting to the fun part.  ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 
❛  don’t touch them.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i can’t do this. i’m going to give them what they want.  ❜ ❛  nothing is worth losing you.  ❜ ❛  I’m right here, okay? we’re going to get out of this. together.  ❜ ❛  just hold on a little longer.  ❜ ❛  (name)? stay with me! don’t fall asleep!  ❜ ❛  you want me, right? so hurt me, and leave them alone!  ❜ ❛  do it, then. i don’t care what happens to them.  ❜ ❛  you’re worth protecting.  ❜ ❛  just let them go. it’s me that you want. they didn’t do anything / they don’t know anything.  ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒
[  CHAIR  ]   receiver’s muse wakes up tied to a chair and finds the sender’s muse sat in front of them, waiting for them to wake up. [  CHAINS  ]   receiver’s muse wakes up with their arms chained above their heads and sender’s muse is standing in front of them, waiting for them to wake up. [  HYDRATE  ]   after some time of torturing, sender’s muse offer’s receiver's muse a drink of water. [  DROWN  ]   deciding to switch tactics, sender’s muse shoves receiver’s muses’ head underwater to deprive them of oxygen. [  BRAND  ]   sender’s muse burns receiver’s muse with a hot iron. [  ELECTRIC  ]   sender’s muse electrocutes receiver’s muse. [  STRUGGLE  ]   with receiver's muse struggling against sender’s muse, sender’s muse hurts them to put them back in their place [  WAKE UP  ]   just as receiver’s muse falls asleep, sender’s muse pours cold water over them. [  CLEAN UP  ]   stuck in the same scenario, sender’s muse helps to clean to receiver’s muse’s wounds. [  BREAK OUT  ]   it’s been some time but the captive has finally broken free. receiver’s muse gets some revenge on sender’s muse.
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juicywritinghoard · 2 months
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MOMENTS PROMPTS
Lifechanging grocery store parking lot sunset
Sneezing while driving
Laying on the floor so hard you wish they’d invent lying down 2
Texting passionately in the waiting room
Making way too much soup
Can’t find a bandaid
Whatever the next straw is, it’s gonna be the last one
Sudden burst of energy well past bedtime
How’s it going?/ Well, haha, (doesn’t answer)
Long awaited snuggle
Stepping out of the shower with an epiphany 
A kiss interrupted 
Walking proudly out of the store with the most perfect little object
Trying to keep a special gift a surprise at any cost
Exactly what you needed to hear, one way or another
Dropped soda cans on the ding dang concrete
What in the world is THAT doing in the trash?
Getting it together. Or else
Man, that’s going to stain…
Waking up from a dream that felt too real
Finishing each other’s sentences 
Can’t stop laughing to the point of hiccups
Just grateful to be alive honestly
Cold, grumpy, and stuck. But stylin
Recalled a sick fact on command and thus won the conversation
Saved SO MUCH MONEY it feels like defying god
Yeah no that’s moldy oops.
Tiny child in awe of you in a public space
Someone is deeply impressed by skills you weren’t even that proud of…until NOW
Haha, uh oh. Here we go again.
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lunar-years · 7 days
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How’s the arm?
Tentative footsteps patter over the hardwood floor, inching closer; but it’s Jamie’s voice that reaches him first: “How’s the arm?”
Roy immediately bristles, unable to stop his voice from rising several decibels as he snaps, “I’ve already told you half a fucking dozen times in the past hour, Jamie, it’s the exact fucking same as it was twenty minutes ago, and yes I’m fucking fine, and I’ll kindly remind you again that you fucking promised me you’d stop fucking asking—” he stops mid-sentence, registering what exactly Jamie said at the same time the man crosses into his line of vision, letting Roy spot the shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He blinks, momentarily thrown. Arm?
Jamie shrugs, and even that small motion is somehow made exuberant under his determinedly bright demeanor. His face breaks into a gleeful smile, ear-to-ear, right pleased with himself. 
Fucking hell. Roy has no idea how the prick has managed to stay this damn cheerful all day, considering he’s spent the whole of it waiting on his temporarily useless, opposite-of-cheerful boyfriend hand and foot. Keeping him confined to the miserable prison of his living room sofa, flipping through the sport channels with a commendable level of steady enthusiasm—even though the best they’ve had on offer were the bloody table tennis Olympic trials that ended an hour again—and fretting, every single second of every blasted minute, over Roy and his knee. Whether the pillow under Roy’s knee is fluffed enough, and whether Roy's morning brew has gone cold and could do for urgent replacement, and whether Roy needs help getting to the toilet before he pisses down his own leg. Jamie’s there all right, for all of it, and he’s bloody relentless. 
Roy appreciates it. Truly, he does. It’s also driving him completely up the fucking wall, just a little. Two things can be true. 
Jamie keeps right on smiling. “What?” he says innocently, sitting down next to Roy and handing over his latest freshly-warmed mug of tea, “I’m not having you on, it was a real question. Since you’re going to be a bit out of commission on the really agile shit for a while and all,” here he nods sympathetically in the direction of Roy’s mangled up, patchworked knee, the frankensteinish surgery scar thankfully covered up by fresh dressings (also courtesy of Jamie) and tucked atop Keeley’s fluffiest pillow. “Sorry,” he continues in a stage-whisper, hands going up like Roy's a feral cat he's trying not to set off, “know you want me to pretend like this ain’t happening, and I’m trying, swear down! But, well. Me point is, so long as your arm’s still in working form...we can at least exchange handies!” He beams at him again with great pride, like mutual handjobs are the certifiable cure to Roy’s every ailment, and Jamie’s the dutiful nurse who gets to present the good news and administer the necessary dosage.
(And well, a wank’s a wank, so. Roy’s willing to give it a shot.)
Instead of saying that, he chucks the pillow behind his back at his boyfriend's head and rolls his eyes in Jamie's direction, faking a pout. “All you care about is my cock,” he accuses half-heartedly. 
“Yes, poor, hard-done Roy, with a dead sexy boyfriend who wants him for his body as much as his mind,” Jamie grins, leaning in to give him a kiss. With lips practically still brushing Roy’s own, he adds, gentler, “I also thought, um. It might help, you know? With what you were saying earlier. I’m really sorry I made you feel like that.” 
Roy brow furrows. He wades back amongst all the day's many horrors to figure out which one in particular Jamie could be referring to. It must’ve been the last time, when he was snapping at the pair of them to stop bloody asking about his knee all the time. You’re both making me feel like a fucking pensioner. Then, to Jamie specifically, I’m not actually your fucking grandad, you know. You don’t have to treat me like I’m two steps from the care home. It was around that time Keeley excused herself for a drive to the pharmacy, bristling at him with intense displeasure and that familiar get yourself together look in her eyes on her way out. Soon after, after an comfortable stretch of moody silence, Jamie muttered something about more tea, and disappeared into the kitchen for far longer than it took to whip up a new brew. 
So yeah, he owes them both an apology, clearly. Again.
He looks at his boyfriend, now aching with guilt on top of everything else, most pressingly the persistent sting that seems to extend his whole leg, making it very hard to focus on anything good, even his very good boyfriend. His very good boyfriend who’s only trying to help him. Fuck. 
Jamie’s still got his eyes locked on his, searching his face for reassurance. Hesitant, like he’s half expecting Roy to get angry and snap at him again for bringing it up. It’s so sincere it slices Roy smoothly in half.
“I,” he starts. Shuts his mouth. Starts again, “I’m sorry for that, babe. Look, I won't pretend I didn't mean some of it. I do feel…I dunno. Not even old, just…useless? I guess. But you’re not the one making me feel like that, it’s my own shit. I never should have said that to you, or to Keeley. I likehow you take care of me.” He threads his fingers through Jamie’s and gives them a squeeze. “It’s just…hard for me to let you.” He chokes over the last part a bit, from the clumsy embarrassment of his own feelings. Immediately redirects his gaze onto their locked palms.
But Jamie responds without hesitation, his shoulders already relaxing as he says briskly, “You’re forgiven.” Like it’s simple. Like Roy’s someone easy to forgive. Fuck, he still doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this. Jamie leans back, smile softer now, more natural. It takes on a cheeky edge as he adds, “And I know a way you can make it up to me, yeah?” with a wink and a crude hand gesture. Right back around to where they started.
Roy rolls his eyes again, filled with adoration for this ridiculous man. “We can’t fix everything with sex.” 
“We can make a brave go of trying, though," he offers solemnly, lips quirked.
Roy laughs despite himself, but it’s cut off by a sharp sting to his knee, making him wince before he can help it. His boyfriend’s face droops immediately. This time though, Jamie keeps his hands forcibly pinned to his sides, trying so hard not to hover, not to be too much. It makes Roy crack open even further. He really fucked this up.
“Can we wait for Keeley to get back first?” he suggests carefully, eyes meeting Jamie’s as his fingers brush circles on the back of his hand. “Ought to apologize to her, too.” 
“Definitely. Also, she’ll definitely enjoy this. Vulnerability really does it for her.” Jamie waggles his eyebrows playfully, seemingly resigned to brushing over the moment of tension, but Roy doesn’t miss the way his eyes linger for a second too long over Roy’s features, as if trying to catch the slightest grimace that could help him suss out Roy's pain level. Jamie needs him to be honest here; Roy forces himself to let him in. 
“I think I need my meds, first,” he admits. “Knee really fucking hurts. Got worse just now. And maybe, um…you could, with the pillow?” 
Jamie, perfect as he is, needs no further instruction. His hands fly towards the cushion, readjusting it carefully into a more supportive position. “Anything else, babe?” he asks as he fluffs, focus entirely on the pillow. 
“Jay.” 
His boyfriend’s head snaps up again, and Roy gestures him to slow down, and sit back. As soon as Jamie’s back’s against the sofa cushion again, Roy tosses his arm around him and tugs him in as close as possible. “I just want you,” he whispers. Then he lets himself shut his eyes and sink into the calm, knowing Jamie's got him. 
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delta-pavonis · 9 months
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Your answer for pet names in the drummer/dancer dreamling was so sweet I loved it. How about slow dancing in the same universe, or any other wip too
FIVE people, including you Nonny, have asked for this pairing with slow dancing. So, @likephysics, @honeyteacakes, @iprefertheterminsane, and @charlottemairi this is also for you (with bonus hand kisses for @honeyteacakes and singing/humming for @likephysics)
Prompt meme is here.
The fire in the large, low metal bowl (a precaution against any of the flora catching and igniting with how dry it has gotten the further the caravan travels) has faded to all but embers and the rest of the clan has gone to bed when Morpheus drags Hob over to the open space.
Yes, quite literally drags as the drummer has dropped his center of mass and is trying to dig his heels in like a petulant child. Morpheus rolls his eyes and lets go so that Hob falls with a yelp onto his ass, causing a small plume of dust to puff up around him.
Only adding to his childish sulk, Hob crosses his arms and looks up to his lover with a grimace. "I do not dance." He snaps but seems to immediately realize that he sounds quite harsh and looks away.
Undeterred, Morpheus steps forward so that his feet are between Hob's. With a gentle touch he turns his lover's face up to him. "And before you first tapped your fingers on something you did not drum." Hob's eyes narrow at him for he knows that there is no suitable argument to counter that. So, when Morpheus opens his hands to Hob, palms up, the drummer can do naught but take them.
The sword dancer has far more strength in his lithe frame than most anyone gives him credit for and it is a small task to pull Hob up to standing by his own power alone. They end up almost chest-to-chest and Hob leans in to place a peck of a kiss to Morpheus' lips.
"You cannot convince me to stop this with your lips, Hob."
Morpheus regrets it the moment the sentence leaves his mouth because Hob's eyes blaze to life like they have stolen the last sparks from the campfire. His eyebrows move in what someone has no doubt told him is a flirtatious wiggle and he crowds into Morpheus' space. "Wanna bet?"
The dancer should have stretched properly before this endeavor because he is going to pull a damned muscle if he rolls his eyes any harder.
Actually, wait, this could work. Morpheus smirks. "Yes. Yes I do want to bet." He has to bite down on a laugh as Hob looks a little startled - he has yet to realize how a wager can pique Morpheus' interests. "I will make you enjoy a bit of dancing before you can distract me away from it with your lips." Hob goes to speak and is interrupted. "But our pants must stay on and you must keep both your feet on the ground."
Hob's lips form a thin line and Morpheus feels a little swell of pride for himself for catching both of the loopholes that Hob was clearly thinking of. Then Hob actually takes a moment to think, which Morpheus honestly does find a bit impressive, as impulsive as his lover can be. "Alright, pants on, feet down. But no dancing that involves grinding your pretty cock or pert little ass up against me. If I am going to do this, I want real dancing."
Morpheus can tell his own smile has gone from happy to predatory by the glint in Hob's eyes and the slightest waver in his cocksure grin. The bard steps back and bows low, all courtly grace, bringing one of Hob's hands close to his lips. He looks up at Hob through his lashes and drops his voice low. "I would never dream of engaging in such lewd behavior with you, Sirrah." Holding Hob's gaze, Morpheus opens his mouth and lets the tip of his tongue touch Hob's knuckles before pressing a rather obscene kiss there.
"Oh," Hob's voice is a little breathless and he blushes bright enough that Morpheus can see the ruddy color even in the low light. "Just so we're on the same page here, we are playing for a favor yes?"
Morpheus nods. This is the default custom amongst the caravan cultures, for services are worth far more than gold out here. "Do we have a wager?" He asks, lips brushing Hob's skin with each word.
Hob shakes his head vigorously before replying. "Yeah. Yes. I believe we do."
He knows he is showing too many teeth when he smiles. "Excellent." Morpheus stands up straight while still holding Hob's hand. "One question, does the dancing I perform count as real dancing to you?"
The drummer blinks as he realizes that he is caught in a trap: he either belittles the entirety of Morpheus' art or he allows Morpheus to proceed knowing how suggestive some of his dancing can be. "Yes. It is real."
"Good answer." Morpheus purrs as he turns his back to Hob, leaving a good eighteen inches between them. He shrugs out of his tunic and drops it to the side. He can hear Hob start to protest. "Not my pants. And you will need to be able to see my torso and hips in order to mimic what I am doing." Hob's teeth clack when his mouth shuts.
Morpheus reaches back, grabbing one of Hob's hands and placing the palm on the crest of his hip, splaying his fingers wide and pointing towards Morpheus' center, his thumb curved around his back. He repeats with Hob's other hand.
The sword dancer raises his own arms above his head, elongating the whole of his body, and Hob curses behind him. "This is cheating. Somehow, this is cheating."
He ignores his lover's mutterings. "Now, feet close together, you want to move your hips like this. One... Two... Three." He slowly rocks his hips side-to-side with each number and he can hear Hob panting. "Your knees should glide diagonally across, so right knee to the left, left to the right. One... Two... Three. One... Two... Three." Morpheus spins in Hob's grasp, lowers his arms to rest his wrists on Hob's shoulders now that they are facing each other. "One... Two... Three." He repeats, keeping it slow.
Hob is staring at the movement of Morpheus' hips and hot-cold lightning burns through the dancer's veins at how entranced Hob is after just this. It feels far too good to be the subject of this man's regard.
"Do it with me. One... Two... Three." He bites down on a giggle as Hob stutters through it. "Alright, here," Morpheus moves his hands to Hob's hips in a mirror of his own grip. "One... Two... Three." With each number he presses on Hob's hips to move him further left and right than before. "Good. One... Two... Three." Now his uses his hands to smooth the movement. "One... Two... Three. One... Two... Three. You keep going."
Morpheus starts humming a gentle beat and Hob, to his credit, keeps moving his hips to it, even when Morpheus starts weaving forwards and back in addition to side to side. Hob does not, however, look up.
"So," He tangles his fingers in Hob's hair as he hums. "You were going to distract me with your lips?"
Hob growls and pulls Morpheus against him, flush from thighs to chest, hips still moving. "I made a deal with a devil, didn't I?" Morpheus laughs into Hob's neck, holding on as they slowly grind against each other, range of motion limited now that their hips are so perfectly slotted together. "Fine. You win, you damned incubus."
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lotr-sesa · 5 months
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