#writing game

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Pass the story game!

I honestly have no idea what this game is called, but I’m gonna start a story and y’all continue it! For anyone who wants a distraction/have fun with blorbos.

The crickets chirp in a symphony of a warm summer night as Twilight stretches and yawns. When he glances off to his right, he sees a pair of eyes watching him from the brush, making his blood freeze. He looks around camp hesitantly, noting that no one else is catching sight of it, and just as he’s about to point it out, sitting up, the eyes are gone.

What the—

Grabbing his shadow crystal, he moves to investigate the matter.

#Somebody take it from here! #lu twilight #Writing game

[ink-ghoul]

hermit fanon swap - an art game!

Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box

if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits

Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples

Artless version behind the cut:

#if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits #''op where's [x] headcanon? '' I forgor #''op actually some of these are canon'' eeeehhhhhh idc #writing game #hermitcraft #ask game #ask games #the hg comic fanzine had me in the mood for some comic aesthetic

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Talk to Me About the WIP I’m Currently Writing

I really wanted an ask game that was going to motivate me towards completing my current chapter and thought I would share.😊 

Give a 5-word summary of this chapter/fic.

Give the first line of this chapter/fic.

Whose your favorite character for this chapter/fic?

Whose is your least favorite character for this chapter/fic?

Are there any OCs in this chapter/fic? Who’s your favorite?

Does this chapter/fic have any twists that you’re proud of?

What is your favorite scene you’ve written so far?

What is the last scene you’ve written?

What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

What is the last line of dialogue you’ve written?

What scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic?

What emotions do you expect your readers to feel?

What common trope(s) do you feel are used in this chapter/fic?

What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic?

In as vague of terms as possible (to avoid spoiling), how do you anticipate this chapter/fic to end?

Write the next 5 sentences and share.

Share the previous 5 sentences. 

Share the scene you just wrote, written from another character’s POV.

Where does (insert word here) appear in your fic?

Share 3 images that would fit to a mood board for this chapter/fic.

Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic. 

#writing game #writing twelve transformations rn #feel free to send me some asks! #ask sunny stuff

[writtenbyevie]

Flower Language Based Prompt List I made instead of writing 💐

I tried to make the prompts relate to each flower’s definition per the Victorian Flower Language without getting too repetitive.

The prompts are all fairly open ended and I figured people could use them for their own inspiration or request games!!

You know the “send me a ship and flower and I’ll write something.”

Anywho, if anyone does end up using this I’d love it if you’d tag me so I can read what you’ve written!! Either way, I hope someone can get use out my procrastinating 💖

Click here to view an unedited version of the document: The List

#also since I might as well stop procrastinating if anyone wants to send me a ship and a flower that'd much appreciated :) #obviously no pressure though!! this was mainly made to help both myself and anyone else experiencing writer's block :D #writing #writing prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #romance prompts #flower language #february prompt #valentine's prompts #flower prompts #ao3 prompt #fanfic prompt #ao3 writer #writeblr #writeblogging #writers on tumblr #ask games #writing game #evie's jeevie's

[ficwip]

This week’s word is…

✨ PERFECT ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

#word game wednesday #writing game #fic game

[kedreeva]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!

Friends @fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike

@obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979

@eriquin | Requests @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes @1attheedge

@whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman @adhdavinci

@owlbearwrites @anachronismstellar @anyctibius @rilannon @lazinesswrites

@zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour @blue-eyedbeta @candyskiez @dreamerking27

@kalira @virgulesmith @i-want-delfeur @selkies-world @exceedinglygayotter

@oitreewrites @post-and-out

#wip wednesday game #wip wednesday #writing #writblr #writing game #writing games #as always I am aware this is tuesday for some people #but it is the start of wednesday for others #so just schedule your reblog if you don't want to post until wednesday

[sourrcandy]

to all my writeblr boopers out there, YOU! yes, you! write 10 words per boop you receive and pass the boop on <3

#writeblr #boop #april fools day #writing game #intrusive thought check

[fellowshipofthefics]

Happy New Year, Fellowship! 🎉

We hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! Now that we're in the new year, get ready to see some new changes to the FOTFICs blog that we're so excited to share. One thing that isn't changing, is our love for monthly events to help promote creativity!

Do you recognize this one from last year?

Welcome to January Trope Roulette! 

The goal is very simple - spin the roulette wheel (link below) twice and whatever AU/Trope(s) you get, write something (drabble, one shot, 100k+ novel, etc) featuring the two mashed together (If you get the same one twice, spin again 😉)

This is to encourage exploration into other tropes/situations that maybe we as writers never considered before, and can work as a great writing exercise to get you going for the day!

Be sure to tag #fotfics so we can see what amazing works you guys come up with!

→ January Trope Roulette Wheel

Bonus: let your followers spin the wheel and send in the fun combinations they get!

#writing game #writing prompts #fotfics #fellowshipofthefics #fotfics2024

[sadlynotthevoid]

Okay, lets play a bit. Here we have:

OgAlbeCale Cinderella AU:

• Alberu is Cinderella. He already has the evil step-mother. Robbit is Anastasia and the third prince is Drizella.

• For AU purposes, og!Cale is Prince Charming, of course, and the Henituse family is the royal family.

• Rok Soo, Rosalyn and Choi Han are the mices. Lock is the dog and CJS and LSH are birds.

• Eruhaben is the fairy godmother. (Pendrick would be his apprentice).

Add what you think that happens.

#original cale henituse #og cale henituse #og albecale #it was alberu's time to be the princess #and his character fits more for it #alberu crossman #rok soo was going to be the fairy god mother but i think this way is funnier #lcf au #lcf #writing game #fairy godmother eruhaben ftw #cinderella #Alberella AU

[anawrites3]

Jason and Tim, they're comparing their scars

"This one," Jason said in a low voice, turning a bit to show the long scar on his side better. It started at his sternum and disappeared under his armpit. "Is from Black Mask. Fucker got me when my suit ripped and tried his damnest to put me down."

"Woah." Tim breathed out before shuffling closer. He reached out to trace the mark with his fingers, slowly and carefully, and watched goosebumps rise where he touched. "It looks… well, it looks pretty bad."

Jason snorted. He didn't move away from Tim's touch, even with how cold Tim's hand had to feel on his bare skin.

"It was." He agreed easily. "Not the worst I got but still hurt like bitch. Dick got crazy while trying to get me back to the Manor."

"Yeah, I can imagine that." Tim laughed. He sat back to gesture towards his own scar, this one also on the side but more towards his hip. It wasn't as long as Jason's but more ragged and ugly. "This one from Two Face."

"Damn." Jason whistled. He leaned closer to take a better look and didn't trace it with his fingers like Tim did, just put his hand on Tim's hip. "He got you good."

Tim winced.

"It was a stupid mistake." He admitted with a huff. He rested his hands on the couch behind him and looked up at the dark ceiling, subtly pressing himself into Jason's touch. "I was still new at the whole gig, made the wrong decision and ended up hurt. Bruce wasn't very happy with me."

Jason hummed. His thumb circled the skin of Tim's hip, dipping just barely into the waist of Tim's jeans and making the boy shiver.

"Can't blame him." He shrugged. "I'd get pissed at you for being stupid on patrol too."

A sigh left Tim's lips. Jason watched the way they parted to let the breath out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Tim mumbled, grumpy. "Learned my lesson now."

"I'd hope so."

"Oh, stop acting as if you never got hurt from doing something stupid." Tim grumbled. "We all make mistakes. Even you. Even Dick."

"Damn, that really had to hurt your pride if you're bringing up Dick's shit." Jason teased. He crossed his arms over his chest and Tim suddenly felt even colder without his warm touch on his skin.

"Well, it's kind of hard to forget Dick letting Deathstroke actually shoot him that one time in Russia."

"Oh yeah, that one was great." Jason threw his head back with a laugh. Tim punched him on the arm - that really wasn't funny, poor Dick - but a little smile danced on his lips as well (no, it wasn't funny, but it was so freaking stupid it was hard to talk about it with a straight face). "The look on his face was fucking precious."

"Good thing Bruce wasn't there. He'd go crazy."

"Hey, at least it would be fun to watch."

"It really wouldn't be. But don't you dare change the subject!" Tim playfully wagged his finger into Jason's face. "I want to see a scar you got because of being stupid. That's what you get for making fun of me."

"I wasn't exactly making fun of you-"

"C'mon, just show me!"

For a moment Jason watched him without a word. Tim waited for him to make another joke or show him something stupid like a papercut he got a few days ago and kept complaining about, but Jason just uncrossed his arms.

And then he gestured towards his chest, where his autopsy scars were.

"Jason-" Tim started quietly because this wasn't what he meant-

"This. This is what happened because I was being stupid." Jason ignored him, continued. His voice was carefully blank. "Because I trusted someone who didn't give two shits about me and let her lead me straight to that sick fuck."

"Jason-" Tim tried again. "I didn't-"

"I know that's not what you meant." He tried to grin but Tim saw it didn't reach his eyes the way it normally did. "But that's what happened. I was stupid and I got killed."

"No. No, Jason, you weren't stupid." Tim insisted, moving so close that their breaths mixed. He cupped Jason's cheek with those awfully cold hands and stopped him from looking away from him. "You were everything but stupid. You were being strong. You were being a hero. You did everything you could to help that woman and it's not your fault that she betrayed you. Those scars aren't proof of you being stupid, they show that you survived."

Jason breathed out, wet and shaky. And then he did something even more stupid than dying, even more stupid than Dick getting shot by Slade.

He closed the last centimeters between them and kissed Tim.

I have no idea how it turned into this, they were meant to feel each other up and make out a bit lmao and now they're pining messes instead. ANYWAY hope you liked it!!

(You can take part in the game by sending me 2 characters and what they're doing!)

#it was also meant to be shorter but what's new #thank you Zero 💕💕 #such a lovely prompt #writing game #my writing #jaytim #timjay

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Writer's Ask Game

When did you start writing?

What was the first story you've ever written?

What genres have you written for so far?

What is your favourite genre to write for?

What is your favourite trope to write for?

What topic would you love to explore in your writing?

Who is the OC that is most like you?

Which OC is nothing like you?

Have you ever brought an OC back from the dead?

In which of your stories would you like to live?

Have you ever written fanfiction about your own work?

Do you have a word/phrase that you overuse in your writing?

What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you?

What is something that you feel weird/uncomfortable writing about?

What is your current writing habit?

Where do you find inspiration to write?

Tell us a fun fact about your current WIP.

Show us a piece of dialogue you really like.

Show us the line you want readers to remember from your story.

Do you have one piece of advice for your fellow writers?

#writing game #writing community #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writer's ask game #creativepromptsforwriting #ask game #writing ideas #writing prompts #writing exercise #writing inspiration #creative writing #writing

[ken-dom]

Hand-holding 13 for K or Driver? ♥️

Hand holding 13. linking hands together during sex

∘₊✧ Driver x afab!reader

∘₊✧ NSFW, vaginal fingering, premature ejaculation

∘₊✧────────────────✧₊∘

Driver’s breath came hot and fast against the back of your neck when your fingers wrapped tight around his wrist.

The hand working between your thighs had been gentle at first, soft fingertips stroking through your silk-wet folds, exploring carefully and pushing a digit inside almost tentatively — until you began to writhe against his palm, encouraging him to go on.

He’d got into a rhythm then, fucking you faster with his fingers each time you moaned for him and pushed back in his lap, inadvertently pressing against his straining cock.

He felt weak. Dizzy. To have you spread out over his legs in the driver’s seat of his Malibu with his hand thrust into your underwear was enough to make him cum untouched as a mere fantasy; he knew he wouldn’t last with his leaking cock dragging against the stiff fabric of his jeans each time you shifted on top of him.

He was relieved, at least, that your was back was against his chest, because if you had been in a position to kiss him on the lips he would have spilled uncontrollably a while ago. At least with you in his lap like this he had some control over himself.

Some. A little.

What he hadn’t anticipated, however, was the way your fingers curling around his wrist sent heat flooding to his core. When your other hand sought out his free one gripping at your thigh, you laced your fingers with his and squeezed, and he whimpered.

It was so tender, so soft, so intimate, it made his blood boil, and without another thought he bit down hard on your shoulder, wetting the fabric of your shirt, bucking his hips up erratically against your writhing form as his vision turned white for a moment. He had lost control, sick satisfaction consuming him, the denim of his jeans burning, sticky against his pulsing cock.

He came to his senses in time to discover your weight was dropped entirely against him, your legs weak and trembling, panting, and lovingly rubbing your thumb over the back of his.

His finger stilled inside your contracting walls, the heel of his palm pressed against your throbbing clit. It was warm and comforting. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief that he’d still managed to get you off despite the inconvenience of his own desires, and he felt the spark of a thrill that you’d both come at the same time, too. His softening cock twitched at the thought.

He slid the finger resting inside you up to massage slow, wet circles against your oversensitive nub, smirking into the crook of your neck at the way you shuddered. He could take his time with you now he’d climaxed, and that’s exactly what he planned to do.

#not s f w 💀 #driver x reader #driver smut #driver #drive 2011 #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling smut #writing game #ken-dom answers

[thepinklink]

For the word game: warmth + LU

💖💖💖💖

Legend shudders as he scoots closer to the fire, hands hovering mere inches from the flames. Despite the fact that he’s so close to it, the warmth of the fire does absolutely nothing to dislodge the cold settled in his bones.

“Careful, there, you’ll lose your fingers,” Time comments.

“I wouldn’t notice, anyway, I can’t feel them,” Legend complains.

“You would notice the next time you had to reach for a sword.”

“Guess I’ll die, then,” Legend grumbles, and Time just shakes his head.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu time #trin my dear #plink writes #plink plays a game #writing game

[kedreeva]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!

Friends @fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike

@obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979

@eriquin | Requests @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes @1attheedge

@whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman @adhdavinci

@owlbearwrites @anachronismstellar @anyctibius @rilannon @lazinesswrites

@zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour @blue-eyedbeta @candyskiez @dreamerking27

@kalira @virgulesmith @i-want-delfeur @selkies-world @exceedinglygayotter

#WIP Wednesday #writing #writblr #writing game

[flieslikeamoron]

Hi! For the first sentence game:

"You want to try that again?" he asks.

Sorry this took a while, but it turned into a whole thing. This is like 2.5K. Not really explicit, but there are some boners and stuff of that nature.

---

“You want to try that again?” he asks.

“I don’t need your pity,” Steve says sourly. “I’ll take my stupid three.”

“It’s not pity.” Eddie laughs and waves a hand, generous as a king. “You have advantage.” 

“You get to roll twice,” Dustin says. “And take the highest.”

“I know what advantage is, dipshit.” Steve rolls his eyes as the number comes up.  “A whole seven.” He makes a whoop-di-doo motion with his finger.

“Your persuasion check fails.” Eddie leans forward threateningly over the screen in front of him. “The guard rings the alarm bell.” A chorus of groans rise around the table. Eddie grins, shifting into the growling scream of a wrestling announcer. “Rrrrolll for initiative.”

___

Steve comes out of the kitchen with a garbage bag in his hand after the kids have all gone. The little shits leave a disaster area of junk everywhere they go: half eaten pizza crusts, scribbled notes, mysterious piles of crumbs that don’t look like anything Eddie actually saw them eat. Steve reaches across the table to pick up a paper plate. He ditched his sweater halfway through the game, a bit of chest hair peeking out of the V of his polo. Eddie blinks and looks away. He sweeps all the miniatures off the table into his old ammo box with a clatter. 

Steve sets the garbage bag down and snatches the box from Eddie’s hand. He glares at Eddie and starts organizing the haphazard jumble. “Come on, man. There’s a system.”

“I have my own system. It’s called not having OCD.”

“It’s called not being able to find the ones you need next week.”

“What are you, alphabetizing them?”

“Like I know their names,” Steve scoffs, holding up a furry, long-fanged monster. 

“Bugbear,” Eddie says.

“Nerd,” Steve says fondly. Like he didn’t spend four hours at the table tonight. Lately Steve has become, if not a weekly player, at least a recurring guest star. He likes to gripe and act like it’s such a chore. Like he’s doing Dustin a favor. Or humoring Eddie. Being supportive of his nerdy-ass hobbies. Giving up his oh so busy Friday night.

Eddie knows better. If he really hated it, he wouldn’t play. If he really hated it, he wouldn’t keep his character sheet updated. Wouldn’t cover the back with careful notes of the names of each NPC the party meets, bits of lore. 

No, Eddie is onto him. Steve gets pushy about his XP in that competitive jock way he has about him. Just as excited about beating one of Eddie’s traps or monsters as the kids. That lit up glint in his eye every time he reminds Eddie he’s immune to charm or poison, like he’s getting one over on him. He’s having fun. And Eddie-

Well.

Eddie came to terms with the fact that he’s horny for his straight roommate long ago. That maybe he even has a fucked up little crush on the guy. But the really fucked up thing is Steve spends a pretty significant amount of time sweaty and shirtless around Eddie, and watching him total up his damage, not forgetting to add his bonuses, is somehow hotter. 

Steve glances up from the minis. Whatever’s on Eddie’s face must be a doozy because his eyebrows knit together briefly. But then he smiles. God. The way a smile looks on him. He starts talking about the stat boost he’s going to get when he levels up. He talks about it like he’s been borrowing Eddie’s Player’s Manual on the sly. Hair drooping down over his forehead and that smile on his face and that polo tight against his chest. Eddie wants to jump his bones so bad, it feels like someone punching him in the dick. But in a good way.

“I could put it into strength or charisma,” Steve is saying. “I was thinking charisma, so I could get that plus two.”

“That’d almost catch you up to real life.”

“You think I have a plus three to charisma?” Steve cocks his head, half smiling, half curious. Like he’s trying to figure out if that was a joke or an actual compliment. This is where things get dangerous. Being around him makes Eddie feel almost feverish: too hot, fuzzy headed, all wound up with wanting shit he can’t have. And he’s around him all the time. 

The problem with Steve is he doesn’t act like any straight guy Eddie’s ever known. Most straight guys treat Eddie kind of like he’s contagious. Not making a big deal, just… Leaving space. It’s fine that you’re gay, but don’t touch me. It’s fine, but don’t put it in my face. Don’t make it too real. It’s fine, but- It’s the kind of thing that makes Eddie want to push. Get up in a guy’s space, press right against that uncomfortable but. It’s almost a game. Pretty dangerous game, he knows that. Poking at the violence most guys have in them. But Eddie likes the fuck you of it, the little bit of fear in that step they take back when he gets too close. 

Steve though- Steve doesn’t back down from anything. Not monsters, not an argument, not even a guy hitting on him. No matter how hard Eddie pushes, he hasn’t found anything that can make Steve blink, take a step back. When Eddie leans into his space, expecting him to flinch, he just slings an arm around Eddie to pull him in even closer. If he touches Steve, Steve touches him back. And Eddie can say the most insane shit. Flirty shit, blatant shit. Steve just plays along. Like it’s all good fun. 

Is it really Eddie’s fault if he forgets himself sometimes? Starts running his mouth way too close to the truth? What is Eddie supposed to do when Steve takes all Eddie’s big boys and sweethearts with a pleased smile? What is Eddie supposed to do with the way Steve sprawls out on the couch after a date? Lays his head in Eddie’s lap and plays with Eddie’s rings while he talks about whether this girl gave good head or why he doesn’t think that girl will work out. 

This is the kind of shit he’s dealing with, okay? Just the other day Steve came out of the bathroom, nothing but a towel around his waist. And Eddie leaned in to smell him. Look, he’s very aware of how weird that was. But he’d been half asleep, and he’d just- He hadn’t been thinking. It happens kind of a lot with Eddie, actually. He doesn’t think. Maybe that’s why Steve didn’t step back, or give him a well deserved push. Didn’t even look at him funny for doing something objectively weird. Objectively fucked up. He laughed and yanked Eddie in until his nose was squashed into the warm curve of Steve’s armpit. Steve’s hand wide on the back of Eddie’s head as he pushed Eddie’s face in there, tight. 

“Take a big whiff,” he said, like he didn’t care that Eddie was pressed up against his bare skin, body to body with Eddie’s hand curving around his waist, brushing against his back. Like he didn’t care that Eddie’s hard dick was obvious against his thigh. 

When he let Eddie go, his gaze flicked down to Eddie’s boner. Just as obvious. Making sure Eddie knew he’d noticed it. A teasing lilt to his voice as he said, “Bathroom’s all yours.” Practically inviting Eddie to jerk off. Practically inviting Eddie to think about him while he did it. And Eddie did. Not for the first time, or the last. 

What is he supposed to do with any of that except want Steve even more? Sometimes he wishes Steve was just a little less- Cool with it. Not that he wants Steve to look at him with that “It’s fine, but-” on his face. It would be easier though, in a way. If Steve didn’t let him get so close. Didn’t let him press his grubby face up against the glass, so close to what he wants it’s hard to remember he can’t have it. 

Steve turns to Eddie with his fist propped under his chin. “Tell me about my charms,” he says. “What is it about me exactly that makes me so damn charismatic?” Voice playful, flirty. Dangerous. 

If there’s one thing Eddie knows how to do, it’s bluff. Hey, just joking. You can take a joke, right? “That face, mostly,” he says, putting a palm right into it, pushing Steve away with his cheek turned. Steve lets Eddie move him with an easy laugh. “And your modesty, obviously.”

“Fuck off,” Steve says, still laughing. He moves farther down the table to dump another plate in the garbage bag. He reaches over to gather up a few dice, pausing over the blue one he used during the game. He holds it up, turning it between his thumb and forefinger. He looks over at Eddie, his dark eyes catching Eddie’s. Catching Eddie staring. Eddie quickly busies himself with rolling up his battle map. 

“I don’t think I had a single roll over ten all night.” Steve gives the die a toss down the length of the table, flailing a hand as it comes up a four. “I think it’s weighted.” 

Eddie snorts. “It isn’t.”

“You gave me a weighted die. You’re a goddamn cheater.” He hides a grin behind the accusation, but Eddie plays along as if he’s serious. Who’s Eddie kidding? Half the fights they’ve had, Eddie picked on purpose just because it was fun. Riling each other up for the hell of it.  

“I’m not,” he says. “I’ll prove it.” He plucks the die off the table and shakes it in his hand. “If I roll above a ten, you have to clean up this mess.”

Steve glares, flapping the garbage bag in his hands around in front of him like a matador cape. Annoyance is his second hottest look, in Eddie’s expert opinion. Indignant color on his cheeks, eyes bright. Eddie wants to bite the petulance on his lip. “I’m already cleaning it up.”

“Yeah, but I’m helping you,” Eddie says. “You have to do it by yourself if I win.”

“Doesn’t sound like I have much to lose.”

“Shut up, I’m helping.” Eddie performatively drops a plastic cup in Steve’s bag with a bow.

“That cup wasn’t empty,” Steve huffs. “How many times do I have to tell you to dump it in the sink first. Now it’s going to leak probably and I’ll have to…” Eddie tunes the rest out. Steve’s right, he has heard it before. He rolls the die down the table with a flourish, holding up a finger in Steve’s direction like “wait a sec” and watching as it lands on a fifteen.

“Not a cheater,” he said triumphantly. “And not helping anymore.”

“One good roll doesn’t prove if it’s weighted or not. It’s about the patterns.” Steve rolls again. A two. He motions to it with attitude in the sweep of his hand.

“Fine,” Eddie says. “I’ll go again. How about I roll above a ten two more times, or hey, let’s make it three, if you really want a pattern. If I win, you have to do my laundry.” 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Like you’ll follow through if I win.” 

Eddie places a dramatic hand on his heart, his voice going shocked. “You’ve besmirched my honor.” 

Steve breaks, a laugh cutting through his frown. He gives Eddie a skeptical “go ahead then” tilt of his chin. Eddie rolls. An eleven. He walks backward from one end of the table to the other, to pick up the die where it landed. Makes sure to bump into Steve as he passes. “Pardon me, big boy,” he says sweetly. Steve pushes him into a stumble, but he turns sharply like a flamenco dancer. Arm coming up above his head as he slings the die back down the table. Seventeen. A shit eating grin. Another walk down to the end of the table. Another bump. He can feel the daggers Steve is glaring at him itching hot between his shoulder blades. He tosses the last roll over his shoulder without looking. 

“Blow me,” Steve mutters. Eddie turns to see the thirteen on the die. Steve’s delicious, disgruntled face. Grumpy is such a good look on him.

“If you roll under a ten again, I will.” 

Steve’s eyebrows rise. 

Jesus Christ, Eddie needs to wire his goddamn jaw shut. Steve hesitates on the edge of a laugh. It was a joke. Obviously. Whether it started out there or not, Eddie will make it a joke. But there’s something about the way Steve is caught on the edge of not sure if Eddie was kidding.

Eddie can’t resist a little push. He flashes his teeth. “Scared of a blowjob?”

“You’re serious?” Steve says cautiously.

“Why not?” Eddie shrugs. “It’s just sucking dick. I like dick.”

“Yeah…” Steve says. “But it’s… My dick.” 

Like Eddie hasn’t lovingly built a shrine to Steve’s dick in his mind. Like he doesn’t prostrate himself before it basically every time he jerks off. Eddie’s hard as shit right now, his whole body tight with wanting, his blood fizzing, just because Steve hasn’t shut him down yet. Can’t he feel how desperate Eddie is for him? It feels like it’s pouring off him in waves, like ripples of heat off asphalt in the summer. 

“Or it’s your mouth.” Eddie’s smile goes sharp. Just a little push. “If you lose.” 

Steve flushes, his eyes huge. “You would want that?” 

Jesus. Why hasn’t Steve shut him down? Why is he still playing along? It isn’t too late. Eddie can still play it off as a joke. But the way Steve’s looking at him- Steve doesn’t back down. Not from monsters, not from a dare. Would he really… Maybe he would actually let Eddie do it. “And then what?” the small rational part of him that tries to keep him from fucking himself over asks. He pays just as much attention to it now as he ever does.

“I’ll make it easy on you,” Eddie says. “You roll low, just like you have every roll tonight. You can have advantage, even. Triple advantage. Three chances. Get one roll ten or lower. I’ll give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.” It’s not so much a bet anymore, as an offer. Eddie begging behind the thinnest pretense. Please, please let me suck your dick.

Steve still hasn’t said no. He stands there with the die in his hand instead of telling Eddie to fuck off. Looking at Eddie so close, this heavy, searching gaze that makes Eddie feel like he’s one snarled knot of heat from his throat to his balls. Steve notices Eddie’s hard-on, that heavy gaze lingering for a long second. He’s still looking at Eddie as he throws the die. Eddie can’t quite bring himself to look away, listening to the rattle of it until it stops. 

Eddie has to look. Has to know. 

A nineteen. 

Fuck. He looks back at Steve. “You want to try that again?”

Steve is bright red as he shakes his head no, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. There’s no hesitation in him now. He keeps his eyes on Eddie, as he sinks down to his knees. 

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These have been helping me get back into a writing habit, so I’ll keep it open if anyone else wants to play. The original rules of the game are you leave an ask with the first sentence of a fic, and I’ll write the next five sentences. But the rules I made up are I just write as much as I want. Five sentences minimum though.

#and they were roommates #dnd as foreplay #sex bets kind of #writing game #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #my fic #I know advantage wasn’t introduced to DnD until 5e but maybe Eddie Munson invented advantage as a homebrew #you can’t prove he didn’t

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@griefabyss69 @pennyplainknits @paperbackribs @spectrum-spectre @cranberrymoons @steddie-island i think the people want to know about Indubitably to Suck a Dick 😂😂

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ITSAD is an unbelievably stupid crack fic idea i had after remembering an old poetry lesson from a high school summer writing workshop and then thinking about how eddie munson would terrorize his english teachers. it’s terrible i love it you can read the first part here. and a fresh snippet where that part left off below:

“You’re both showing off,” Frank cuts in as he steps up to his locker. “And why are you pissing off Ms. Harbert on purpose, man? I thought you were trying to graduate this time.”

Wow. Eddie blinks at him. “Well, hello to you, too, man, Jesus Christ. Who pissed in your Cheerios?”

“Probably Candace,” Jeff says.

“Probably fuck off,” Frank suggests.

“Yep. Definitely Candace.”

Frank groans and shuts his locker, knocks his forehead against the door. Eddie leans a shoulder against the cool metal and levels him with an earnest look, dropping his voice. “She turn you down for Valentine’s day?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Ouch. That’s a yes. And a bad one, too, judging by how miserable Frank’s voice sounds when he says it. Eddie sucks his teeth in sympathy.

Jeff offers no such thing. “Are you two losers done feeling sorry for yourselves now? I want to get to rehearsal.”

Little asshole. Dude always knows just what to say to get them out of a funk, works like a charm every time — not because it’s the correct response, but because Frank and Eddie both start going in on him so hard that they forget to mope entirely, hollering “Wooooow!” and “Seriously, man??” and “Go fuck yourself, Jeff!”

“Yeah, Jeff!”

“You know,” Eddie says conversationally to Frank, “I’m told getting popped in the mouth hurts especially bad with braces.”

“Damn right, it does,” Frank nods, and then they’re laughing, snickering like a bunch of dorks in a nearly empty hallway, which, like. They should probably clear out of. The roaming packs of after-school jocks will be prowling around here soon enough, and threats of violence are only funny when you know nobody means that shit.

#thank you all for sharing the brain cell with me today lmaooo #wip game #writing game #my writing #my wips #steddie #eddie munson #corroded coffin #jeff stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #but his name is FRANKLIN