#100 words

[reapergia]

From the Dirt, pt 1

Death was a game, as far as Daisy McGowan was concerned, and she figured she was winning as much as any mortal could.

Some people took it a little more seriously.

Mist swirled over the dead man, coiling through the ritual ingredients strewn over him.

Daisy's phone pulsed in her pocket; her lips curved. She liked to imagine the ringing was as outraged as the person on the other end. Pilar hated losing.

"Too late." Mud and honey dripped off her hands.

The man sat up with a gurgling gasp. White petals and tea slipped off of him.

"Welcome back."

[eliyips]

[Server: Mumbo has joined the game.]

With a smile, Xisuma dismisses the notification, and takes to the skies. He starts towards spawn, happy to welcome his hermit back home. X lands near the base’s Nether portal, only to watch as another player stumbles through, out of breath. Their eyes meet. He wouldn’t have to travel very far after all.

“Xisuma.”

The man’s voice is strained, and his suit has seen better days. The two close the distance quickly, Xisuma enveloping the smaller man in a tight embrace.

“Oh, Mumbo...”

So, this new game hadn’t been much kinder than his first.

[whimsicalmeerkat]

solitude - teen wolf

On AO3

“Why do I always find you brooding in your Fortress of Solitude? You should get some hobbies.”

Stiles is panting, like he ran through the woods to get to Derek’s house.

“What’s wrong?”

Stiles looks offended.

“Why would you think anything is wrong! Can’t a man visit his alpha to say hi?”

“Stiles.”

“Maybe I just wanted to see your handsome face,” Stiles snaps, then turns beet red, like he didn’t mean to say that.

“What’s. Wrong.”

Stiles sighs. “Truth spell.”

“Fucking witches.”

Derek grabs his jacket. He’s going to wait until later to think about Stiles calling him handsome.

[quackquackcey]

Missing in Derek's Bed

Stiles & Derek get found out.~ 🌥 (AO3).

For @sterekdrabbles 1/22/24 prompt: ‘white, listen, upset’. Theme: 'gentleness.' 100 words. Rated T. Tags: secret relationship, implied smut.

Stiles reached out beside him—warm, but empty. He kept his eyes closed, lids heavy, and stretched out under the gentle sunrays, not yet at their afternoon intensity.

Upset voices from the living room.

He strained to listen.

"—missing. Jeep's there—"

"—never went home, not answering—"

"—tracked his scent—wait—"

The door opened.

Stiles sat up, squinting as the white sheets slipped off his naked body, covered with hickeys and bites. "Who's missing?"

"No one," said Derek. "Go back to sleep."

He flopped back down and patted the bed. "Morning round?"

Derek shoved out Scott and Isaac, shocked still, in record time.

[nemaliwrites]

prompt: fever breaking

“Only you, Wright,” says Miles, “could fall off of a burning bridge and walk away with nothing more than a fever.”

Wright mumbles, eyes half-open. Whatever medication they have him on must be strong. 

Stepping forward, Miles presses the back of his hand against Wright’s forehead. Warm, but not hot. He’s getting better, then. 

Before he even realizes what he’s doing, Miles lets his hand trail down to Wright’s cheek. This is ridiculous, he tells himself.

But when he moves to remove his hand, Wright reaches out, fast as lightning, to grab his wrist.

“Stay,” he mumbles, and Miles does. 

[hardly-an-escape]

Fluffbruary Day 5

gonna try to do a little daily drabble just to get the creative juices going while I work on longer WIPs. no guarantees that it'll be every day.

Dream/Hob • rated T • rescue | inertia | lullaby

Dream shares the details of his imprisonment in drips and drabbles. The glass sphere. His own nakedness. Jessamy. The indignity of his final escape: not even freedom of his own making, but a captor’s plausibly deniable mistake.

“Didn’t –” Hob swallows. Hard. “Didn’t anyone look for you? Try to rescue you? You said you have family.”

“No,” Dream says briefly.

“I would have,” Hob says, voice small. “Suppose it doesn’t mean much. But if I’d known, if… I just want you to know. I would have. Someone would.”

“Yes. Hob,” Dream says, and covers Hob’s hand with his own. “I know.”

prompt list!

[tsuga-of-mars]

Galladrabbles -Jail Bird Valentine 💌

Better get my @galladrabbles in by @look-i-love-u before my turn next week

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"Brown, Hillard, Milkovich, Sullivan! Mail!" Bellows the CO shoving envelopes at each teen.

"Who the Fuck?"

Mickeys left standing perplexed with a white envelope. Who the hell is sending him mail in juvie? Not like his family ever cared.

Back in the privacy of his cell, he slowly pulls out a simple card, with the Chicago skyline tinted shades of red.

Mick

Stay out of trouble in there

Like you better when you're out here

Your shIt heAd sister maNdy

He then quickly tucked it between the wall and bunk frame, not that he really cared who actually sent it.

[adnauseum11]

Running in to Price (For @deadbranch 100 word challenge.)

The first time you run into John Price, you nearly get a black eye. He’s holding the door open for you when you trip. Instinctively reaching out, he narrowly misses connecting with your rapidly falling head. 

You land heavily on your hands and knees, ending up on all fours before him. It would be funny if he wasn’t so concerned, leaning over to help you up with a palm under your elbow. 

“Jesus, love, y’alright?”

“Living the dream.” You retort immediately. 

Maybe don’t be a sarcastic shit to the handsome man. You’re begging your brain to reconnect with your mouth, immediately. 

[getawayfox]

100 words of dramatic Draco and established idiots for @drarrymicrofic ‘s song prompt Endlessly by Muse. Thank you @crazybutgood for preventing me from using all of the tenses at once😅

Harry walked out on a Thursday. Harry “Second Chances” Potter left, and it only took Draco nine screw ups to do it, to finally break the man who relentlessly loved him no matter what. Now he is done.

How does Draco know he’s not going to get yet another chance this time? Well. Even he can tell when enough is enough.

So why is Harry’s bike parked outside Draco’s flat now? And the kitchen window is open, like it always is when Harry’s cooking. Draco’s heart speeds up uncomfortably in sync with his steps, his stomach swooping with reluctant hope.

[five-rivers]

Seance

“Ughhh.”  Danny flopped back on his bed and hit the pause button on his controller.  

“What?” Tucker looked back at him and paused as well.  “Ghost?”

“No.  Summoning.  I’ve got to take this, be back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t take candy from cultists!” said Sam, cheerfully.  

Danny stuck his tongue out at her even as his clothing started to flicker into black hazmat and he disappeared.  

“Want me to go get snacks?” asked Sam.  “Cultists al–”

Danny reappeared and grabbed his controller again.

“That was fast.”

“Just middle schoolers holding a seance, no cultists.  Keep going?”

“Yep.”

“Sure.”

[suzy-queued]

Movies

Thanks for this week's @galladrabbles prompt, @mmmichyyy!

Previously, on No Sleep 'Til Nashville … they've kissed, they've flirted, and now Ian wants to know if Mickey is still going through with this wedding plan. ---

Mickey sat too far away on the motel bed. “Why wouldn’t I go? Keith is my boyfriend. We live together.”

“How’s that gonna work out once the newlyweds get home?”

“I still want to go.”

This wasn’t right, goddammit. In the movies, a kiss leads to a romantic finale, not this stubborn insistence to stay on course.

Ian grasped at one last hope. “To win Keith back?”

Mickey inched closer. He held Ian’s chin. Broke into a smile. “To show him what a big mistake he made.”

This time, the kiss was only about the two of them. Fuckin’ finally.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

For @deadbranch 100 word challenge

I don't mention her name but this is Ghost x female OC (mine)

“I’m right here”

He said quietly, stroking her fingers and gently running his thumb over the scar on her left cheek.

“Everything’s alright, beautiful. I’m here.”

She stirred slowly, still restless and not fully awake after her nightmare.

"Don't leave..." Her hands tried to find his body, and he pulled her into his arms, feeling safe and warm in their cocoon under the blankets.

“I’m not going anywhere, lovie. Not without you.”

"I'd follow you..." she murmured, her face hidden against his neck, and Simon chuckled, his scarred lips brushing tenderly her golden locks.

“And I’d take you with me”

[eliyips]

The server erupts in celebration, as the Wither falls. Grian cries out for Jimmy, and Joel for Lizzie. Pearl and Bdubs share a glance. Words aren’t needed, they cry out in silence for their fallen Mounder. The remaining three walk home together, over broken terrain.

“We can deal with everything in the morning.” Joel’s voice quavers, but he smiles for them, before leaving.

Pearl hugs Bdubs. His thoughts are burning and hers must be, too. The anvil, the betrayal, Mumbo’s delirium, then his death.

“Get some rest, mate.” She whispers, before leading her dogs inside.

He’ll sleep at Etho’s tonight.

[skeptiquewrites]

Microfic: Keep The Letters

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'october passed me by' by girl in red

Their correspondence will be published posthumously, with permission from the Potter-Malfoy Estate. Giselle Creevey, Professor of History at Falmouth University, thinks this will provide more context about the turn of the century and the Second Wizarding War.

"Instead of a textbook's version of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy as charms inventors, you get a sense of their sense of humour, their innermost thoughts and feelings. It's a beautiful love story that really brings them both to life as more than historical figures. I'm excited for people to grapple with their complexity and influence over contemporary magical society," says Professor Creevey.

[quackquackcey]

Typical Stiles

Stiles always has important questions.~ 🧐 (AO3).

For @sterekdrabbles 1/26/24 prompt: ‘bite, size, know’. Theme: 'gentleness.' 100 words. Rated T. Tags: established relationship, implied sexual content, banter.

"...You're huge."

"Compared to you, yeah," said Derek.

Stiles huffed out a disbelieving laugh as he continued staring from his position straddling Derek's lap. "Compared to you, I'm bite-sized." 

"I wouldn't go that far."

"You're huge."

"I know," said Derek. "You already said that."

"'Cause you're frickin' huge!"

Derek snorted and pulled Stiles closer to leave more kiss marks on his neck. "Are you worried that I'm too big?"

"Oh, you'll fit," said Stiles with zero hesitation. "I'll make you fit," he promised.

Derek raised his eyebrows. "But?"

"...Has anyone ever thought you were carrying 'cause you're so big?"

"Wow."

[nemaliwrites]

prompt: bliss

Mama and Papa are doing the dishes together, a team. He’s washing, she’s drying. 

Their thoughts, usually so loud, are quiet now. Through it all, Anya makes out one word: happy. 

Papa must feel her staring, because he turns around to look at her. 

“Anya,” he says, “you okay?”

Danger? Mama’s thoughts say — she turns around, too, thinking of a dozen different ways she could use the towel in her hand to kill. 

“Yes!” says Anya, beaming. “Just happy.

After a moment, both her parents smile back. They don’t say anything, but they don’t have to.

She hears it anyway.