#microfic challenge

[a-little-unsteddie]

strawberries & lemonade

i have wanted to write something for this month’s @steddiemicrofic challenge, but i have been unable to get my brain to do anything with it for some reason. however! that ended tonight and i was able to write this and now i’m gonna think about witch!steve for the rest of forever. thank you @sailing-through-hawkins and @hammity-hammer for enabling me. alternative title: how much world building can rowan fit into this ficlet? answer: tbd

prompt: charm || word count: 548 || rated: t

If you needed something magic related, there was only one place in Hawkins to find it.

Okay, well, maybe that was a lie, but there was only one place that anyone with any self respect would go to. Which is why Eddie found himself approaching the Harrington cottage at the barrier between town and the wilds.

Eying the edge of the wilds warily, Eddie carefully made his way up the stone path to the front door. When he looked up at the front door, he was surprised to see the witch leaning against the railing of his porch. He wasn’t exactly what Eddie had been expecting; he was wearing a worn yellow shirt with brown leggings, and some brown leather boots. Atop his head wasn’t a stereotypical witch hat, but his hair was tucked into what appeared to be a crocheted hair bandana. All of that is to say, he didn’t look like who Eddie had expected to find when he left the small place he called home that afternoon.

“Well met,” Eddie breathed, eyes wide as he met Steve’s gaze head on.

“Well met,” Steve returned, smiling slightly. He gestured towards a small set up where he had put out lemonade and fresh fruit, “Come sit. We can talk.” Eddie’s stomach immediately growled as he walked up the steps to sit where Steve had motioned.

“Are the stories true?” Eddie asked, looking at the food and beverage with apprehension. Steve sat across from him, sitting with his legs folded under him.

“What stories?” Steve asked, before noticing his apprehensive demeanor and snorted. “No.”

Eddie flushed, ducking his head as he muttered a quiet, but sincere apology. He reached out and grabbed a strawberry, humming happily as he bit into it.

“My uncle is sick,” Eddie said, as he sipped the lemonade. The witch hummed, eating one of the strawberries himself. “I heard you’re the best.”

“You heard correctly,” Steve said, nodding. “What ails him?”

“We..we think it’s a curse.”

“We?”

“I,” Eddie amended, looking sheepish. “I think it’s a curse.”

Steve hummed and looked at Eddie expectantly, which the man took as a sign to continue. He explained the little he did know about his uncle’s condition, a persistent fever that refused to go down, with fever dreams of black dogs plaguing his fitful sleep. All the while, Steve listened carefully, looking more and more angry as he continued.

“I agree with your assessment,” Steve said, standing abruptly. “Stay here.” He said before disappearing into the cottage, leaving Eddie sitting on his porch alone. When he returned, Steve held out a small charm. Eddie hesitated briefly before grabbing it.

“Put this beneath his pillow for three nights, and the fever will break and the dreams will cease,” Steve explained, eyebrows furrowed, betraying his concern. “Nights only,” He reiterated. Eddie nodded slowly, peering at the small charm curiously.

After a moment, Eddie looked up at the witch. “I don’t have a lot to offer in return,” he admitted guiltily.

Steve smiled softly, “I only ask for a boon.”

“A boon?”

“You will know,” Steve said, reaching out for Eddie’s hand, covering it completely with his own. Eddie hissed, shaking it out before realizing Steve had seared his sigil onto the back of his hand. “And you will come.”

#ok but i really love this okay #i am resisting everything to not expand upon this universe #and who knows #maybe one day i will #st #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #au content: fantasy #au content: witch!steve #witch!steve #unsteddie writing #microfic challenge #steddie microfic #september; charm

[redlegumes]

If suction were all it took...

Written for @steddiemicrofic Challenge Prompt: Suck | WC: 480 | Rated: M | CW: none | AO3 Link

Summary:

Driving around, parking, and talking had become a regular staple for Steve and Eddie. But after picking up a difficult to eat treat, Steve decides to provide another treat while they wait for the first to melt.

Warning: Almost smut under the cut ↜(⃔•w•)⃕

"No, you just have to suck it harder."

"Eddie you’ve got to be kidding. No way."

"I’m telling you it’s excellent."

"Only because you have a warped idea of excellence."

Eddie snorted in reply.

Steve set his milkshake back into his cup holder. "Mine is practically rock solid Eds. And trust me, I used to make these things. This shop's ratios are super fucked up. I dunno how you can pull anything into that straw without hurting yourself," he added irritatedly, watching Eddie suck on his own milkshake.

The disagreement vanished from Eddie's face. "Oh. So, you’re impressed sweetheart?"

It was Steve's turn to snort. He felt his cheeks warm slightly as he looked back out the front window of the beemer into the dark outside. He'd flicked the headlights off. “If suction were all it took, then maybe..." The skin on the back of his neck prickled as he let the next words leave his lips. "All that shake needs is to warm up a bit first. Then I could get it down." His eyes darted back to Eddie, no longer drinking his shake, but absently chewing on the straw as he stared at Steve.

"Heat it up, suck it down? That's your uh, advice Harrington?"

"Yeah," Steve huffed a little. He looked around the abandoned parking lot they’d pulled into again. "I might wait for mine to melt in the back seat." He wiped his palms on the tops of his thighs, hoping to rid himself of excess sweat. Before he could chicken out or potentially overthink Eddie's reaction, Steve got out of the car. He leaned down, pulling the driver's seat up toward the dash before he shut the front door and sat back in the spacious area he'd created. 

Eddie had frozen in place.

He could stay up there, Steve thought, listening to the stereo lowly playing some tape Eddie’d shoved in when Steve picked him up, the sound of the car engine idling almost as loud. But… if he comes back, I’m just going to go for it.

Steve's heartbeat grew louder than the other sounds of the car when he saw Eddie set his shake down. Moments later, Eddie's long limbs were clambering into the back seat. He mostly crashed into Steve before sitting, a leg still draped over Steve's. 

Eddie began to chuckle, breathing heavy. "Alright big boy. Is this going how you pictured it?"

Steve pushed Eddie's leg off before tugging his hips over. He knelt on the car floor, between Eddie's knees. "I hoped something a little more like this."

Eddie inhaled air so fast Steve thought he might choke as his fingers grazed the other man’s fly.

"You hoped," Eddie whispered.

Steve's hands trembled just the slightest as they ran over Eddie's growing bulge. He met Eddie’s eyes and asked, "heat it up and suck it down?"

"Fuck yes. Please."

*Obligatory 'and they're not even dating.'

#eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #ao3 fanfic #ficlet #microfic challenge #stranger things #queer fanfiction #i write things #steddie microfic #steddie microfic challenge #october steddie microfic #suck #milkshakes #innuendo #implied smut #steve harrington's bmw

[terra-wisp]

Day 12: "Lips" || 215 Words || Fleurmione @sapphicmicrofics

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!” In an uncharacteristic snarl, Fleur Delacour outright demanded that the unnamed brunette say something in response to the rather colorful rant that was directed at her. 

A small part of Fleur realized that she might have overreacted just a little bit. But when trapped with hundreds of people constantly staring at her assets instead of her eyes, the explosion of pent up frustration was bound to happen sooner or later. 

It just happened to be the lone Gryffindor that had fixated on her lips that had been the final straw. 

When a few more moments had passed and the other witch hadn’t said anything, Fleur nearly started yelling again. Thankfully the brunette broke her imposed silence, though what she said next threw the part-Veela for a loop.

“I’m sorry, but could you speak slower?” She accompanied her words with a series of hand gestures, ones that Fleur couldn’t decipher but knew exactly what they were for. That, coupled with the nearly inflectionless tone, caused a ball of shame and embarrassment to curl up within the Beauxbatons’ Champion’s stomach. “I think your accent is making it harder for me to read your lips.” 

That was the day that Fleur Delacour learned that Hermione Granger was born deaf.

#fleurmione #hermione x fleur #sapphic microfics #microfic challenge #day 12 Lips #fleur delacour #hermione granger #fleur x hermione

[starchaserdreams]

Wolfstar Microfic: Beloved

“Fair and faint be-loved,” Remus read aloud from his book, where he sat on the window sill.

Three heads snapped up at once. Sirius tried to hide a smile. It was cute.

“What did you just say?” James asked slowly, not unkindly. 

“Fair and faint be-loved, it’s from this poem” Remus repeated. The more he looked around their dorm and scanned his friends faces, the more he seemed uncertain. “What?” he finally asked. 

“Mate,” James said carefully, “it’s pronounced ‘beloved’ not ‘be-loved.’”

Remus blushed furiously. “I never knew that. That’s embarrassing.”

Sirius didn’t think that he’d ever been more fond of Remus than he was in that moment.

“Well I think that’s nice,” Sirius said. “And you know what they say, never make fun of someone who mispronounces a word, because it means they learned it reading.”

“Yeah,” Remus muttered, not making eye contact. 

Sirius hated that he looked uncomfortable, and got up to go over to the window. He leaned against the frame, put his arm around Remus’ shoulders, and kissed the top of his head. 

“You’re my beloved, Moony.”

Remus blushed furiously, but Peter and James were grinning. “Ours too!” Peter said.

“Awww, you’re all my beloveds,” James said.

Sirius grinned. He’d meant it a little differently towards Remus, which Remus knew, but if James and Peter didn’t know that, it was fine for now. Because they were absolutely right: they were all beloved to him. No one could possibly be more important to him than these three people right here.

@wolfstarmicrofic

On AO3 here

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #beloved #honestly i love platonic love #it's important #the love the marauders all have is so important #i mean remus x sirius is life and i threw that in there a bit #but friends can be beloved to each other #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders era #friendship #wolfstar microfic #microfic challenge #pronunciation is hard and learning words from books can be embarrasing #but honestly it's cool to learn new words even when it's hard #and i love the supportive friends here #i stan their friendship

[hawkinsmicrofic]

🎲 WELCOME 🎲

What is this? A monthly drabble challenge centered around Stranger Things ships. Each month will have a one-word prompt and a strict randomly-generated word count between 100-800 words. This was inspired by @harringrovemicrofic, which is a similar concept but specific to Billy and Steve. Check it out if you haven't!

How do I participate? We'll announce the prompt on the 1st of every month, then you have until the end of the month to write and post your microfic submission. In order for your submission to count, you must tag @hawkinsmicrofic in your post, and your submission must strictly adhere to the word count. We use wordcounter.net to check the word count, since some websites can vary on the final number. Please run your fic through this site before posting. Word counts only apply to the story itself. Not titles, descriptions, etc. When we reblog your submission, that means it's been accepted. From there, if you have an AO3 account, you can add your fic to that month's challenge collection. Please don't add your fic to the challenge collection until we've reblogged the post here.

What pairings are allowed? All pairings are allowed for the challenges, so long as at least one canon Stranger Things character is involved. This includes self-insert, crossover and OC ships!

Is there a posting format? Not in a strict sense. You can organize and decorate your post anyway you'd like. However, there are some things generally that we require you to include in your post. An AO3-style rating (Explicit, Mature, Teen & Up and General), warnings for any triggers your fic may include, and a tag to our blog so we see it.

Can I participate anonymously? Yes! All you have to do is send an ask of your fic on anon, and we'll post it that way. However, if you decide to participate anonymously, you won't be able to add your fic to the AO3 challenge collection.

Can I submit multiple drabbles for one challenge? Yes! As long as each one adheres to the challenge rules, you can submit as many as you'd like. If you have multiple ideas for one prompt, go wild!

Can I write Dead Dove content for the challenge? Yes, but everything MUST be properly warned in your triggers section.

What if I'm an artist and not a writer? Since artists can't really participate in the actual drabble challenge, if you'd like to still create something for the prompts, you can make a piece within the month using that prompt and tag us in it. We'll reblog all of them and writers can then use your creations as inspiration for their submissions. This can be traditional art, digital art, gifsets, still graphics, fan videos, moodboards, playlists, etc. Please note that your art will only be shared if it incorporates the prompt in some way and centers a Stranger Things ship. If you're a writer and use a creation as inspiration for your fic, you MUST tag the artist and link the art in your submission. Do not save and place the art in your fic post without the express permission of the artist. Instead uplift their own post including the art. Failure to properly credit an artist will result in a ban from the blog.

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Current Challenge

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[wolfstarmicrofic]

Happy February!

For this month, we decided to do a theme. That theme: Love!

Write a fic, use a word, and tag us so we can reblog you! Don’t forget to use any warnings in your microfic post!

As always, we love you all!

❤️ your wolfstar obsessed mods

Still need January's list? Find it here.

#wolfstar #wolfstarmicrofic #wolfstar microfic #february #february prompts #microfic challenge #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black

[lorifragolina]

Sprouts

Here you are my impromtu fic for the @hawkinsmicrofic; I'm a plant slave, I was repotting some of mine and I thought I wanted to write something plant-related. Rating: G Relationship: Billy & Max WC: 444

Max leaned to the windowsill with her cocoa. She blew it again: the day wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t too hot for the cocoa. 

The brown pot outside seemed really sad, the dirt was dark and dusty and she thought it was useless.

She raised his eyes and waved to Billy, at the other side of the trailer park’s way, a similar cup in his hands.

He seemed absent-minded, as if he was looking to another place, or maybe to another time. 

He raised his eyes too and saw her, tilting his head in a little greeting. 

Max went inside to finish her breakfast, and some minutes later Billy knocked on the door. Susan opened and let him in. 

“I’m going to the garden center, if you need something,” he said, clinking his keys. 

“Thank you, I have some homework to finish”.

Billy nodded and went away. 

They have lived there since October, four months since Neal ran and left them in trouble; Billy rented a trailer in front of theirs and they started again to build a relationship, with some difficulties. It was easier without Billy’s father, and Billy was trying really hard, he apologized at the party and tried to be kind with Lucas, although he was the quick-tempered Billy as always. 

When Billy returned, he unloaded bags, pots and plants  at the side of the patio.

“Look shitbird, I took something for you too,” said Billy, seeing her at the window. He placed some pots near her patio. 

Max came out and went looking at them. 

“I don’t think I have a green thumb,” she said, looking furtively at the pot under the window. 

“These are easy plants,” he smiled shyly, touching the bigger of them, with striped, big leaves. “You just need to know them and have patience”. 

Max looked at his face; Billy seemed content at that moment, passing her some little pots with thorny cactus.

“They will be dead by the end of the week,” scoffed Max.

“I’ll help you. I’ll plant mine soon too”.

“See this?” She pointed to the pot on the patio. “I killed that plant, and I’ll do the same with yours”.

“This is because you put it out too early, it was too cold,” Billy squatted near the pot, gently moving the dirt a little. “But you see? If you have patience, spring always come”.

She looked at the thin, weak, green sprouts Billy was pointed in the pot. She smiled and whined, delighted, and smiled at Billy too. 

“Just give them time and a little love, and they will surprise you”.

Billy smiled; she felt he wasn’t talking only about the plants.

#hawkinsmicrofic #hmapril24 #stranger things #writing challenge #fic challenge #microfic challenge #billy hagrove #max mayfield #plants #spring

[firstofficerwiggles]

Hey there! I just did this really fun little challenge and thought that you might like it too 😄

-Send someone an ask with a combination of a Pedro boy and an adjective so they can respond with a 150-word micro ficlet if they'd like to play.

My challenge to you is:

Din Djarin + happy

#MicroFicChallenge

Oooh, I wanna play!

Din Djarin + happy is where I live so I am thrilled to write you a little something especially on this Mandalorian Eve! (this might be slightly over 150 words)

Dusty, aching, in need of a good hot meal and a warm bed, Din hauled himself out of his starfighter and made his way to a house all aglow in the twilight. Set away from the town, the dwelling was small but cozy with a welcoming warmth about it. As he approached, happy laughter and singing seemed to beckon him closer. He watched as the inhabitants danced by the window, carefree and content, a parent and child enjoying their evening. He jogged the last few steps to the door and as soon as he unlocked it, he could hear exclamations of excitement followed by the sound of feet scurrying towards him. Next thing he knew, Grogu was jumping into his arms for a hug, while you watched the pair with joy, a beaming smile adorning your face. Jostling the child to the side, he turned to you, waiting for you to lift his helmet. You pulled him into a sweet and loving kiss, before breaking away to tell him,

"Welcome home, riduur."

#the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #microfic challenge #the mandalorian drabble

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Claire my love!

Micro ficlet challenge time!

Send someone an ask with a combination of a Pedro boy and an adjective so they can respond with a 150-word micro ficlet if they'd like to play.

Here's the combo:

1. Jack Daniels

2. Bewildered

#MicroFicChallenge

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@deadhumourist Arghhhhh this took me far too long to write, considering how short it is!! But here, finally!! 💖💖💖

150 words - Agent Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x gn!Reader "You" (no physical/racial descriptors) - mentions of drinking, that's about it

“You sure you wanna do that, sweetheart?” 

The deep voice swept over you as you downed your third shot of tequila, screwing your eyes shut to drown out… everything. 

Your esophagus burned as the shot settled, and you turned your head toward the cowboy hat floating in your peripheral vision. 

The warm brown eyes under the brim startled you. The last time you had seen those eyes, they belonged to the man in the far booth as you walked in. Now they were floating just a foot away, steady in spite of the room spinning behind him. 

“Where’d you come from, Jack? You were sitting over there a minute ago,” you slurred. 

“You gonna be alright?”

You blinked thickly, resting your chin on one hand. “Whassit to you?”

The cowboy chuckled and husked into your ear, “Sugar, if you wanted to make a mistake tonight, you shoulda just called me.”

#micro ficlet #jack whiskey daniels #agent jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels x you #agent whiskey x you #microficchallenge #microfic challenge

[artemiseamoon]

Hi Arte!

I love that you're embracing the MicroFicChallenge!

How about Frankie & Noisy 👀

It’s so fun! 💜 Thanks for bringing me into it! Ohhh is it wrong my mind instantly goes to sexy things!

Dust

Frankie Morales x Ofc ( unnamed as of now)

Words: 742

An: Omg i went wayyyy over lol - i’m a cheat but this just - it took on a mind of its own!

Warnings: masterbating, sex pollen, sex alluded to.

Frankie + noisy

The chill of the jungle barely touched Frankie’s hot skin, he’s sweating now, the fire stirring in him from earlier raging at full speed.

Sitting still, focusing, sleep - he can’t do shit - he can’t do a thing but visualize all the ways he could relieve the overwhelming tension in his body and no matter how much he shifts his position or pulls on his pants to create more room, his erection grows more and more uncomfortable by the second.

It’s late, the waning moon above barely visible by the dense tree tops. Under the protective shadow of the rock surface, the others are asleep; minus Will who’s on watch. When Frankie excused himself, Will simply nodded and said with his eyes, be careful.

Frankie was a mess, he knew it was obvious even if the others didnt know why, but he had his suspicions for the cause of his frenzied state.

For all that is known about the jungle, there is 10 times as much unknown, and when he took that little detour, and brushed up against that wine colored flower, it only took minutes for his temperature to skyrocket.

The rosy dust from the flower lingered on his pants, and though contact was brief, he made a mistake when his hand ever so slightly brushed against it.

But he wasn’t the only one; she took the same route, she was right behind him and she made contact with it before he could warn her. Frankie’s always wanted her but he didn’t want to fuck up their friendship, and for a good chunk of it, he was married (before the divorce).

Is she suffering as much as him? She’s sweaty, quieter than usual, and everything about her seems more plump than usual - like her body is signaling to him she’s reading for mating. Even so, she’s avoiding him, and has made limited eye contact since then - was she trying to control her inner beast too?

Thoughts of her naked body beneath his, his large strong hands on her hips as they move as one and draw highs of pleasure from each other’s bodies; this has been a reoccurring thought in his mind. By now, he’s thought up everything they could do together ten times over.

It was already hard, being in such close proximity to the object of his desire - to act normal around the one he craves with such deep carnality; to be around the woman who with one look, one smile, one whiff of her scent sends Frankie spiraling into an intoxicating and passion fueled rut.

Now, this fucking flower, has thrust him well past that to an actual inferno, to a crazed state of desire that’s made him more animal than man and breaking away to jerk off seems like the only thing he can other than -

.

Finding somewhere quiet, and out of the groups sight, he undid his pants,

“I can’t believe I’m going this.”

If he gets shot while jerking off hes gonna be fucking pissed.

He feels ridiculous. But this needs to happen, if he doesn’t cum soon he’s gonna fucking explore or bite the head off of something - he needs this.

.

Wandering off was a bad idea, a stupid one, and she could tell Will was seconds away from following her - though she told him not to.

“ I just need - I’ll be back,” she said to him.

She couldn’t really tell him the reason why she was leaving; it would sound crazy.

As she moves through the forest, she can smell him - Frankie. That scent that intoxicates her and awakens her body in the most delightful ways. She shoved her desire for him so far back but now, the walls are gone, she needs him, she needs him now.

His scent leads her to a well-hidden spot, where she hears him before she can see him. A delicious melody of rough grunts and moans mixed with her name on his breath. He’s wasn’t quiet - not at all - she wondered if Frankie knew just how noisy he was being -

It was music to her ears, and the moment he came into view, his cock in his hand as he desperately sought relief, an audible moan escaped her lips and his brown eyes found hers through the foliage.

With his eyes locked on hers - eyes darkened with hunger and desire - with an animal need - she steps through it and presents herself,

“Why don’t I help you with that?” She smiles at him and strips off her clothes, barely getting her top off before Frankie's on top of her.

📧 ask away

Pedro character + an adjective (or another character I write)

Since I keep going over, anything over 800 words will be previewed and posted in full to a03, as per my usual method :) but I’ll try to keep them short after this one!

✨Microfic masterlist✨

✨ More Frankie ✨

#Frankie Morales #microfic #microfic challenge #Frankie Morales x ofc

[oonajaeadira]

Adira, I love your six sentence ficlets so I'm falling into your inbox with a #MicroFicChallenge if you're feeling up to it. 💜

Send someone an ask with a combination of a Pedro boy and an adjective so they can respond with a 150-word micro ficlet if they'd like to play.

Here's the challenge:

Javi G & Slippery

Ani. I cuddle you. I love your Microfic Challenge so much!!!!

Well, it seems like I'm able to limit myself to 6 sentences, but not so much 150 words. Sorry! But I'm always so happy to write for Javi G, especially if it's Sweets Javi x Sunday. Thank you.

(gif by userkenobis)

You’ve finally managed to sneak out of bed in order to make Javi a little treat; a reward for the focus and hard work he’s put in to score the Naples deal.

All is going so well until you turn from the refrigerator with a packet of eggs, only to find a very awake and bright-eyed Javi who has somehow managed to silently follow you into the kitchen like the puppy he is.

“Good morning, Picchuri!!! What are you–” he manages to trumpet out before you startle, eggs finding their way into the air before meeting their blunt demise on the kitchen tiles.

“Oh, no,” he splutters, running for you, reaching for you, “I’m sorry, are you alright–?” and you’re only able to chirp a dismayed “Javi, no!” before his grip finds your arms and his feet find the eggy mess and a second later you’re both on the floor.

Javi groans, having landed on his back to protect you from the fall, “What did I just do?”

“Well,” you laugh breathlessly against his chest, “I was going to make you an omelet and you know what they say, but really, Javi, that’s the hardest way to go about breaking the eggs.”

#microfic challenge #sweets series #javi g x sunday

[whatsnewalycat]

For the micro fic...

Dieter Bravo

Anxious

AHHHHH delicious, ok here we go bb.

Micro Fic Challenge

Words: 176 // Pairing: Dieter Bravo x GN!reader

“I hate this shit,” Dieter tells you, meeting your gaze through the full length mirror. He tugs at his fitted black tuxedo and his jaw cocks with indignation, “Fucking monkey suit. The fucking Academy. It’s a crock of shit.”

Your hand rests between his shoulder blades, then you put it into motion. The luxurious wool feels surprisingly soft against your skin as you draw circles with your palm. You tilt your head at him and coo, “You look very handsome.”

“Really?” he asks. His features melt with this gentle kind of optimism that twists around your heart and squeezes it to pulp. Puppy dog eyes all aching for validation.

“Of course,” you smile.

Dieter turns to face you, gripping your waist. You bring your hands to the nape of his neck and work your fingernails into his curls. He takes a deep breath, releasing tension in his wide shoulders on the exhale.

A small smile plays across his lips. He presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “What would I do without you?”

#MicroFicChallenge #microfic challenge #dieter bravo x gn!reader #dieter bravo #tumblr is being fucky about the last line lol

[redlegumes]

For Luck

Written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: ‘Charm’ wc: 548 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: first kiss, good luck charm | AO3 link

Summary: Guys on his sports teams seemed to need their rituals or tokens, but Steve was always against good luck charms. That is until Dustin insists on one and Eddie obliges him with another.

(˵╹-╹)━☆•.,¸,.•*¯`•.,¸,.•*

"I don't want to buy into a 'charm,'" Steve frustratedly told the locker room. "Because when something does happen to your girlfriend's scrunchie," he said, pointing at John. "Or your lucky sock," he added, eyeing Brian's, unwashed, on his left foot. "Or Dave's locker shrine to Larry Bird. Seriously?" Steve shook his head. "I'm not gonna rely on a good luck charm and neither should you guys. Believe in yourselves more than these superstitions."

But that was the case for his teammates, for sports. After the Upside Down everyone involved seemed to need comfort. Steve started to notice a certain action figure, Walkman, or flashlight, each on one of his kids at all times. It began to make sense, having something to cling to when the lights flickered.

Dustin had Eddie's pick. Mr. Munson had told him to keep it when they thought Eddie was dead and gone. Even after he recovered, Eddie let Dustin hang on to it 'for luck.'

…

Dustin had forced the pick on Steve, the eve of the final battle.

Eddie accompanied Steve down to his entry point. Neither seemed to want to say goodbye or voice all that was unspoken between them. Their friendship was edged in what Steve could only describe as a tension. He knew his reasons. Steve thrummed with a hidden desire to see if they could be something more. It'd been building since the boathouse. He fiddled with the pick around his neck and noticed the way Eddie's eyes darkened, fixed on the necklace.

"Oh, yeah. Dustin insisted. Something about me needing its luck for this one."

Steve looked away and back up to see something in Eddie snap. His hands shot out; one gripped Steve's waist and the other pressed the pick against his chest. "It belongs here then. Please, don't ever take it off."

Steve's heart raced. All the air had left his lungs in Eddie's firm grasp. But he had to know, had to ask. "Why," he managed.

Eddie attempted a shrug, and bit his bottom lip nervously. "What if Dustin's right." He failed at sounding any less serious. "No reason to risk bad luck. It belongs around your neck. Please, keep it," Eddie urged.

Steve reached up and held Eddie's face in his hands. He stroked Eddie's cheek with his thumb, watching him suck in a sharp breath at the touch. "Any other reason Ed's? Now's the time to let me know."

His eyes seemed to plead with him, but Steve still didn't know what the other man was begging for. He could only guess and that wasn't enough anymore. Not before they parted to fight, unsure of the outcome.

Steve changed tactics. He cocked his head to the side and let himself stare at Eddie's mouth. "Y'know if you want me to stay lucky, they say kisses are good for that too."

Eddie's cheeks flushed crimson red, and he leaned in. Their already close faces swiftly met in a kiss less rushed than Steve anticipated. In fact, Eddie pressed slowly, sweetly, his tongue swiping the bottom of Steve's lip opening his mouth for more.

Steve lost sense of time until his walkie crackled.

"We good to go guys? Over."

Eddie answered for him. "Yeah. Just made sure Steve had the right good luck charm."

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[terra-wisp]

"Smile" || 301 Words || Fleurmione @sapphicmicrofics One week after the Beauxbatons contingent had arrived at Hogwarts, Fleur had woken to find a singular bird singing at her bedroom window. Fleur should’ve been insulted.

It was no great secret amongst the denizens and visitors of Hogwarts that Fleur Delacour was a Veela, even as diluted as her blood was. The French witch descended from a proud race of apex predators that utilized their beauty and their talons in equal measures. But there were those who would mock these non-human beings, some even went as far as to liken them to ‘pretty little birds.’ 

It was as condescending as it was disgusting. 

And oh so frequent.

And in spite of her status as Champion of her school, the first week had been chock full of idiotic avian themed pick up lines. 

Fleur was so tempted to peck out the eyes of the next person who tried their hands at ‘hey baby, your nest or mine?’ — her subsequent arrest would’ve been worth it, if only because she had been on theme. 

And then someone had gone as far as to bother her in the sanctity of her own room. And Fleur knew that it was the work of someone else, because she could recognize a magical construct. 

So Fleur had every right to be angry.

But she wasn’t. 

Because there was no note, no pickup line to be delivered, and the conjured black and yellow bird — so out of place as it was in the Scottish Highlands — didn’t cross the boundary of her window. 

Instead, it just sang. 

It was so bright and cheery, like a miniature embodiment of spring that existed solely to perform the perfect backdrop to a season that was still months down the line.  For the first time since her arrival for this tournament, Fleur smiled.

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[insomniamamma]

Hi 💕 I’m here with a #microfic pairing 😁

Ezra + hopeful

Arte! Thank you for this! I don't think this is microfic by anyone else definition but mine! (6 hundred words and change) But here we go!

At first he isn't sure if he's awake, flashes amid the darkness. The sound of the rock-hopper's engines screaming, pressure on his chest, the girl's pale hair caught in the light from the portholes like a halo and then black. A twist of jumbled lights and sounds, something shoved down his throat, pinning him like a claw, why can't he breathe? Blood coughed into the inside of his helmet in a gaudy fan, everything red, Bakhroma hanging red and bloated and insensate on the horizon, a dead clouded eye--

Then he's back aboard the Atropos, his brother suited up, helmet under his arm, standing in the airlock doorway, and Ezra knows what will happen, knows that a quarter cycle from now he'll get holed by a micrometeorite, that the Atropos will carry on without him, make the pivot and leave him to drift, a comet with a blown tether for a tail. He's dreaming. He's had this dream over and over. Got a bad dust infection there, brother, stop fighting the vent--only that's not what he said--that's not what Owen said, and then there's the claw, the root down his throat, choking, he can still think so why can't he breathe, easiest thing in the world, why can't he breathe--

Things half-remembered and half-dreamed churn. Ezra stops trying to tell the difference. Maybe dear old Ma and Pa were right about him and he's pissed off Kevva enough to be in hell. Maybe this is what happens, trapped in the rat-run of his own thoughts, killing a man and slicing open his chest to reveal a glistening aurelac sac, a slight girl with frost colored hair and clever hands splitting him open like a ripe fruit, reading his entrails like the augurs of old, I cooked our IDs. We're clear to the bench. The hopper's ours now, salvor's rights--

He comes back to himself slow, the steady beep of a monitor in his ear, weight on his chest, blood-shining light through his eyelids. The feeling of being pinned is gone. This weight is different, spread out warmth over his left side. He can feel the nasal cannula looped around his his head, but there's something else, stirring and ticklish against his cheek, and when he opens his eyes he sees a jagged black trough cut through a field of golden wheat, squeezes his eyes shut and even this takes so much effort, and when he opens them again, he recognizes the crown of Cee's head, her face tucked into her folded arms, asleep against him. He tries to shift. Manages a feeble twitch of his remaining hand, something clipped to his finger.

"Hey," he says, a dry squeak that hurts his throat, "Cee." And he feels her stir, feels her push herself back into the chair shoved next to his bed. He understands where he is. The med bay of a the freighter. The lights hurt his eyes so he closes them. "Hey," she says, "You're awake." "Thirsty," he says, and feels her small, cold hand curl around his nape, press of a plastic straw to his lips. He sucks greedily, and she pulls it away. "Gotta go slow," says Cee, "You'll make yourself sick." But for now the coolness of the water is enough on his raw throat, goes limp in her hands, laying his head back down on the pillow, heaviness in his limbs calling to him, sleep like a siren's cry. "Tired, Birdie--" He feels his lips move, but he doesn't know if any sound comes out. "S'okay." Cee rests her hand on his sweat damped forehead, "I'll be here when you wake up."

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[hawkinsmicrofic]

🎲04/2024 CHALLENGE 🎲

Welcome to the first Hawkins Microfic Challenge! We're so excited to be doing this project. You have through the rest of the month of April to finish writing and post your microfics here on Tumblr. Once we reblog your submission here, you're more than welcome to post your fic on AO3 and add it to our April challenge collection.

Now, finally, for your prompt and wordcount...

💐 'Spring' at 444 words 💐

Feel free to get creative with your implementation of the prompt. Is it the beginning of spring? Are feelings springing up unexpectedly between two characters? Is something physically springing up (or out) of something else? Have fun with it!

Remember to tag @hawkinsmicrofic in your post and use the tags #hawkinsmicrofic and #hmapril24 to ensure we see your submission. Happy writing!

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