#wc: 367

[heavy-draw]

Could you even refer to this thing as a boat? Shamir had plenty of experience in the past with less-than-ideal circumstances, and perseverance was woven throughout her bones at this point-- but the towering Leviathan and frothy white water cascading over the sides of her vessel caused her to curse under her breath. This wasn't exactly what she believed she was signing up for when coming to this island, but... At this point, she didn't have much of a choice but to survive and come out on top as a victor.

Shamir rolls 1

The makeshift boat cut through the choppy waters with tenacious grit, the weathered hull creaking with every beating that it received. As the maelstrom of chaos within the depths of the lake jerked her from side to side, she opts for distracting the creature with a treat of her own-- not that it would matter, as the hunter was almost certain that it wouldn't be sufficient to fully divert the Leviathan's attention. But it does give her a chance to nock an arrow into her bow, widening her stance in order to keep herself as upright as possible. It seemed that the other archer with them had the same idea, though she frowned upon realizing how little damage the assault had done. Well.... whittling away had to do something eventually, right? There was no other option but to fight.

Aquatic Chimera 15/15HP ** attacks Alcryst 12/12HP and Shamir 12/12HP with Rushing Waves! Shamir: Roll: 15 + 4 = 20, -1 HP. Shamir 11/12 HP.

Before she has a chance to let loose her arrow, however, a spray of salty seawater smacks her directly in the face; she nearly loses her balance, hissing before bringing a gloved hand up to wipe frantically at the stinging sensation in her eyes.

With that, she persists through the pain, holding her breath before finally making a risky shot towards the flank of the Leviathan.

Shamir 11/12HP hits Aquatic Chimera 11/15HP** with Iron Bow (Roll: 6, -1.5HP, Aquatic Chimera 9.5/15HP**)

A triumphant smirk lasts for about 2 seconds, violet eyes darting towards the next person knocked overboard. Surely they'll be fine... right?

@laslow @starrook

that’s my hunk! ♡

happyland week 2 - east island - team b

[lgcsomin]

/ moon somin decorating the gingerbread house

decorating things has never really been her forte. she's always been better at cooking and making more savoury things and she'll be honest and say that she's never really tried decorating a cake or anything. and she's never even really done a gingerbread house, which feels kind of sad but she'll admit she never really felt like she was missing out or anything.

not that she had time to sit around and decorate a gingerbread house when she was still living at home. not with how her family had worked her to the bone so she wouldn't think about dancing. she had always been busy at the restaurant or doing homework or babysitting her brother, that it wasn't even something that had ever crossed her mind. let alone that it wasn't really a korean tradition to decorate a gingerbread house to begin with.

and then once she had become a trainee, she had kind of just thrown herself into training and not really doing much on holidays. she had always only allowed herself a few hours to feel sad about being alone for the holidays before just making use of the emptier practice rooms.

even now, she's not really thought about decorating a gingerbread house or anything. but this is as good a time as any, she guesses and she steps into the little gingerbread village area to see what damage she could do.

the first thing that catches her eye are the peppermint candies, which she kind of considers a quintessential part of the christmas holiday season, considering that peppermint mochas and hot chocolates are always on the menu. and also, she likes the minty candy canes anyway.

she adds a few on the wall with the white pipped icing, trying to making a little peppermint fence. after looking around, she decides that's probably as much as she is willing to do.

good enough.

it had been kind of fun though ... and had made her wonder if she had the time to do it this year, if she could convince maybe some of the crystallis members to do it with her. maybe they could make a competition out of it for fun or something? who knows.

[lgcxsarang]

LGC: Spring Cleaning Pt. 3: Interview

it was just a practice interview, nothing to feel too pressured by. that didn't make being questioned any less daunting. it be better to count that as lovely bonus of being a fairly awkward person. it always came back to that.

the coach's smile felt warm enough that sarang pushed herself to ease her shoulders.

when you want to do something, do you dream about it or do you take action?

"i think…if this had been some years ago. i would've called picked the first one. i had a lot of thing's i dreamed about. but looking at my life now, i think i can call myself a person that takes action. my dream was to become an idol and here i am as a trainee. i haven't made my debut as an idol yet but i'm working towards that dream. i could fail or succeed but the important thing is that i'm taking the steps towards it."

in fact, she wouldn't have described herself as a take person action at all. even while running towards her dreams, she felt like a passive person. how she perceived herself and how she was in reality. being an idol, getting her degree, taking the small steps she needed towards the goals she had in store.

but it still didn't feel like it.

what would make you happiest: wealth, power, peace, or love?

"right away, i pick love. i think it's love i want the most. it doesn't have to be a romantic love…it could be friendship or family but i think that's would make it the happiest. as far as wealth, as long as i can make a living, i'd be happy. i don't really care for power and i can find moments of peace. i think love would be the only thing that would make and keep me happy. it's something simple in concept but it can be a hard thing to get…or feel…"

if sarang had wanted to be a bit more open, she would've specified it was her parent's love that she wanted the most. there were times when she wished the love of her extended family was enough. maybe she was a bit greedy. there were people who lacked any type of love but if she wanted to be more than a failed band-aid.

but that was a little raw and real to speak about in a mock interview. any interview really.

how much do you care what people think about you?

"in the past…i'd say a lot. there was a period of time i wanted to be accepted no matter what…while i was in school. even when i entered the company, i thought a lot about what other's would think of my skill. how i would compare to other trainees. if anyone would see my lack of skill or i made a mistake, would every laugh at me. would it be something that would follow me. right now, i can't say that I've given that mindset up all of the way but it's lessoned a bit. not only as a trainee but entering into college, stepping into the adult world to say. i care a lot still but it doesn't overwhelm my thoughts like it used too."

when it came other people's thoughts, that hit close to her heart.it was true, she cared a lot in middle school and high school. enough to be bullied but that wasn't bothered her. that was something she managed to deal with when she went to college. no, it was her family again. she knew what they thought. all were supportive but the two she wanted most, simply didn't care.

not hate. indifference. maybe resentment. she wondered if she ever crossed their minds.

it was the cough from the couch that brought her back from her slightly prolonged silence. she turned beat red, muttered her apologies and waited for the question to be repeated.

what is at the top of your professional bucket list?

"to debut as an idol of course. once you debut…there are many path's one could take but i want to make it into an idol group first. to film behind the scene's content, have our first music show and debut showcase. have a fan-meeting and go on tour. even holding a concert and being with fans. i look forward to that the most. if i got to produce for my group one that would be great too but my at the top, it's to take that first step in becoming an idol."

the last question. that was enough to bring out a real smile. it was an easy answer that allowed her to perk up a bit. she hadn't any regrets while starting this path. she was still figuring out a stable future but becoming an idol. that was her number one goal, anything more was a bonus.

[paceprompting]

Do What You Can

written for ‘rose’ wc: 367 # | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: secret relationship, steve being sweet, and nervous, gift giving, steve's POV for once in this series

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Steve has no idea what he’s doing.

Well, he knows what he’s doing, like, physically. He’s using the locker combination he snuck out of the front office to unlock Eddie’s locker and leave a rose before the bell rings for the end of class.

So, really, he’s panicking.

If he was a better secret-sort of-boyfriend, he would give it to Eddie in person. In private, like they have to do everything else.

But fucking Tommy gets to give Carol flowers and chocolates in the hallway, and this is the best Steve can do.

So he opens Eddie’s locker and takes the fresh rose out of his backpack, unwrapping it from silk scarf of his mother’s to place it carefully amongst the chaos of Eddie’s locker.

He bites at his lower lip and then shuts the door, turning to leave.

Only to find Eddie rounding the hall corner, clearly escaping his second period calculus class. Shit.

He sees Steve immediately, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway and raising his brows in question.

“Hey,” Steve says.

“Hey, Steve,” he echoed. Not Harrington, because they’re the only ones in the hallway. “What’cha doing?”

“Um, just…” He doesn’t have an answer. So he chickens out. “Ditching class.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, suspicious but without any evidence. He comes closer, taking Steve’s hand to run his thumb over his knuckles. Steve returns it, his thumb grazing Eddie’s rings before their hands fall away.

He risks a kiss to Eddie’s temple, because fuck it, it’s Valentine’s Day and asks, “See you later?”

Eddie blinks, but says, “Yeah.”

Steve leaves.

He doesn’t see Eddie until lunch. They don’t have classes together, and Steve knows that Eddie has to have seen the rose by now. He scans the lunchroom, sees Eddie’s wild curls from behind. Doesn’t see his face until he sits.

It seemed Eddie had been searching for him too. Wanted Steve to know he saw him.

Because…he has the rose, twirling it between his fingers in clear view for anyone to see. Steve sits straighter, swallowing hard with brows raised.

Thank you, Eddie mouths across the room, a smile on his lips as he presses them to the rose.

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[adverbally]

No Love for You Like Mine

Written for the @steddiemicrofic February prompt “rose” | wc: 367 | rated: T | cw: allusion to period-typical societal homophobia | tags: established relationship, fluff, Valentine’s Day, hopeless romantic Steve Harrington

———

“You better not let me crash,” Steve warns. He wobbles as Eddie leads him into the bedroom, ring-covered hands covering his eyes. The warmth of Eddie’s body bumps into him with each step.

“I won’t,” Eddie promises, amusement coloring his voice. He guides them to a stop. “Now keep your eyes closed.”

Steve wonders if Eddie can feel the movement of his eyes rolling beneath his hands. “They’re closed.”

He immediately misses the contact when Eddie lets go and steps away, quiet on socked feet.

“I know we said no gifts, but I couldn’t not do something,” Eddie explains. He sounds nervous but excited, like he had the first time he played Steve one of the songs he’d written about him. “So, uh, you can open your eyes now.”

It takes a moment for Steve’s vision to adjust, then another for him to process what he’s seeing. There are candles lit on nearly every flat surface in the room, casting a warm glow over the otherwise dark bedroom. A bottle of champagne sits beside a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries on the nightstand. Rose petals have been sprinkled across the duvet in the shape of a heart.

Steve gawks at the romantic scene. “You…” His throat suddenly feels tight.

“It’s corny,” Eddie admits bashfully, “but it’s our first Valentine’s Day together so–”

He finally forces his gaze away from the display to look at Eddie, pink-cheeked and fiddling with the ends of his hair. “You did all this for me?” he croaks.

Eddie’s face softens. He pulls Steve into an embrace, arms winding around Steve’s waist while Steve loops his around Eddie’s neck. “Maybe I can’t go out and tell the world how much I love you with the whole–” his face scrunches disdainfully– “fancy dinner-date thing. But I can tell you. Show you.”

“You show me all the time,” he objects.

“In little ways, yeah, but not, like, a big romantic gesture.”

Steve shakes his head but he can’t stop smiling. “This is… Nobody’s ever done something like this for me.”

“You deserve it.”

It’s obvious that Eddie means it, love sparkling in his eyes like the candlelight, tasting sweet in his mouth when Steve kisses him.

[ianyoa]

REWIND

satoru gojo x reader wc: 367

Satoru Gojo, who checks every 2.5 seconds out the window waiting for your arrival. He might've said he doesn't care that you're going out on a mission alone after a petty fight, but his actions say otherwise.

Satoru Gojo, who checks his phone every time there's a notification for a sign that you're okay. He just wants that one call, a text would even suffice. It kills him to know you're okay, but too stubborn to admit it and call you instead.

Satoru Gojo, who hears you coming in through the backdoor of your shared home and immediately runs back into the room before you spot him by the window. Too bad for him, you heard him bumping into the coffee table and letting out a whine.

Satoru Gojo, who grabs the nearest book and opens it to a random page to appear busy. Doesn’t take long for you to notice that the book is upside down and his “sneaky” glances at you.

Satoru Gojo, who folds when you lay next to him and give a soft apology into the pillow. The book ends up somewhere on the floor for his hands are now occupied giving you a massage on your neck and slowly making his way to your shoulders and back.

Satoru Gojo, who tells you there’s nothing to apologize for, reassuring you that it’s never your fault. He wipes your tears away, silently hating himself for being the one to make you cry.

Satoru Gojo, who runs you a bath and gives you time to yourself as he orders your favorite foods to be delivered. He sets up the room with extra pillows and blankets, setting up the surround sound system to watch whatever movie it was that you were going on about the other day.

Satoru Gojo, who holds his darling after they passed out from exhaustion midway through the movie. It doesn’t bother him at all. The movie will always be there, but you? He isn’t sure how long you’ll put up with him so he’ll take this moment laying in each other's arms over anything.

Satoru Gojo, who whispers “I love you” one last time before falling asleep next to you.

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[queenie-ofthe-void]

A Fairytale Ending

written for @steddiemicrofic

Prompt: Rose || wc: 367 || rated: T || tags: Hanahaki, blood, sick fic

🥀🥀🥀

"Steve, what the fuck is this?"

It's a hypothetical question. Or well, a non-question, because Eddie knows exactly what he's holding in his now blood-splattered hand.

It's a full rose bud, fresh from Steve's lungs.

Steve doesn't respond, just closes his sunken eyes and turns his head away. Red stains his chapped lips, either from the crushed petals or his own blood, Eddie can't tell.

Steve's been pulling away for weeks. Cutting everyone off one by one until only Robin could get him to pick up the phone.

Until today, when she'd called Eddie in a fit of sobs, saying she hadn't been able to reach him for days. He'd hopped in the van not ten minutes later, knocking and knocking until he'd finally said fuck it and busted a window.

Like some fucked up version of Snow White, he found Steve lying on his soon-to-be death bed surrounded by bloodied flower petals.

"He doesn't love me." Steve's ragged voice stutters over another coughing fit.

He. Steve has a Prince Charming somewhere out there, and here he is stuck with Eddie instead.

Jealousy squeezes Eddie's chest in a vice so painful it feels like he rebroke the same ribs Steve snapped while saving his life. But Eddie doesn't have time to dwell when Steve's coughing morphs into sobs.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie gentles his voice, cupping his hand around Steve's face, fruitlessly wiping away stray tears. "It's impossible to know you without loving every single part of you. I--"

Eddie doesn't have the excuse of a flower to choke on. He wonders if it's worth it, confessing his love to the man of his dreams when there's irrefutable proof in the shape of a bloodied flower that it's unrequited.

Fuck it. Eddie might not be a knight in shining armor, but he's done being a coward.

"I know I do."

“Yeah?” There's blood between his teeth and a thorn stuck in his gums when Steve smiles like he won the lottery. Like all his dreams have come true.

Oh.

Eddie bends forward, kisses his fevered forehead. “Yeah, sweetheart, I really do love you.”

Steve hums, content. “I love you too.”

Maybe Eddie finally gets his happily ever after.

[puck-luck]

Can you do Luke Hughes spades and 26

warnings: no actual fucking, talking about going bare for the first time, luke is a tit man who loves physical touch

wc: 367

“You know what I’ve never done before?” You ask. It’s the middle of the day, a random Saturday in the middle of the summer, and you’re laying between Luke’s legs on his bed and scrolling on your phone. One of your distant, long-lost friends from middle school is not only married, but she’s also pregnant. 

“What?” Luke asks. He’s rubbing a hand over your back, having shoved his arm under your neckline so that he can trace over your bare skin. His other fingers twist through his hair absentmindedly.

“I’ve never done it bare,” you say.

Luke’s movements stop. “Done what bare,” he states, rather than questions. 

You snort out a laugh and look up at him, resting the peak of your chin on his sternum. “What do you think, Lu?”

“I mean, I think you’re talking about sex,” Luke says. “Are you talking about sex?”

You laugh. “Yeah, I’m talking about sex. I’ve never had anyone come inside me before. Do you think it’s really that different?”

Luke stares at you. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

You laugh again, louder this time. You push yourself up so that you can crawl onto his lap and take a seat. “What don’t you understand? I’m just saying that I’ve never done it.”

“Do you– do you want to do it?” Luke asks, palming over your thighs. He scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion. 

You shrug. “I mean, I don’t know. I’d like to try one day.”

“One day… soon?” Luke quirks an eyebrow. “Want me to fill you up?”

You narrow your eyes, hiding a smile. “You sound like you want to do it bare too.”

“I–” Luke swallows hard, eyes wide. “I might… be willing to do that.”

You giggle. “You ‘might be willing to do that’?” You repeat, shit-eating grin on your face. You lean in and kiss him. “Your dick is hard. I think you’re more than willing to do that.”

Luke grins crookedly. “Shit, you caught me. I guess we have to try it out.”

“Oh, I guess you’re right,” you banter back sarcastically.

Luke pushes your shirt up and frees your chest, palming over your tits eagerly. 

You had meant ‘one day’ when you said it– but it seems like ‘one day’ is today.

[bradleysass]

Play - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 367 - Starchaser

Regulus stands by the window, arms crossed, watching the city lights flicker like distant stars. His patience, once boundless, now frays at the edges.

Behind him, James Potter lounges on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, twirling his wand between his fingers. He looks at Regulus with that maddeningly charming grin—the one that used to make Regulus’ heart stutter, the one that now only fuels his frustration.

"You look tense, love," James teases. "What’s on your mind?"

Regulus turns, expression blank but eyes dark with unspoken words. "I’m tired of playing around, James."

James’ grin falters, just for a second. "Playing around?"

Regulus exhales sharply. "One moment, you’re planning a romantic dinner with me. The next, you’re off with Sirius and Marlene, acting like it never happened. Then you say we should go on a proper date, but when I ask when, you dodge the question. Do you even want this?" His voice cracks at the end, betraying him.

James sits up, eyes widening. "Reg, of course I do—"

"Then why do you keep running in circles?"

The room feels too small, too charged. James runs a hand through his hair, his usual nervous tell. "I—I guess I just assumed we didn’t need all that structured, planned-out dating stuff. We already spend time together—"

"Spending time together isn’t the same as choosing to be together," Regulus says quietly.

James blinks, the weight of Regulus' words settling between them. He’s always been easygoing, never one to pin things down, but Regulus? Regulus needs certainty, something solid to hold onto.

"I’m sorry," James finally says. And he means it.

Regulus nods, but doesn’t say anything.

James stands, closing the distance between them. "I don’t want to run in circles. I want you. And if date night is important to you, then it’s important to me too."

Regulus doesn’t melt easily, but the sincerity in James’ voice chips away at his walls. "Then prove it."

James grins, reaching for his hand. "Dinner. Tomorrow. No excuses."

Regulus studies him for a moment before squeezing his fingers lightly. "You get one chance, Potter."

James leans in, pressing a kiss to Regulus’ knuckles. "One chance is all I need."

[griefabyss69]

Knocks

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

[ AO3 ]

'ROSE' wc: 367 | rated: T | cw: None

Steve's having trouble with an essay and Eddie would like to get some sleep.

...and he rose from the dead—

Rose? Rised? Had risen?

Steve groans, rubbing his face. It’s fucking late, like, almost two in the morning.

His dorm mate is a restless lump under blankets he pulled over his head. Steve winces, wondering if he should give up on this and take the zero on the chin. It was his fault for not starting sooner, after all. He used to be able to churn out an essay quickly, even though they weren’t very good. His teachers understood he had more jock sensibilities than brains, and appreciated that he tried.

Now though, his professors don’t know him and he can’t even do what he did in highschool. A shitty paper would be better than nothing.

“Fuck,” he whispers, letting his pencil hit the desk. “Fuck-fuck-fuck!”

Eddie sighs, whipping off the blankets as he sits up.

“If I help you write your essay will you give me something in return?” he asks, climbing out of bed.

Steve tips his head back to look at him. He’s not angry, but... he looks like he’s going to fix this one way or another.

“Like what? A blowjob?” Steve asks, just to watch him roll his eyes.

He doesn’t—he pauses like he’s been caught out, and Steve’s heart catches on his ribs.

“I was thinking a good night’s sleep,” Eddie huffs, crossing his arms. “But a blowjob from you is a nice consolation prize.”

Steve can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or a sense of adventure that starts the furnace in his gut, but he grabs his notebook and holds it out to Eddie, keeping his mouth shut. The part of him that needs to win things is ready to prove that getting head from him isn’t secondary to anything—he wants Eddie to need Steve’s mouth more than like, food or air.

“Get me an B and I’ll blow you every night for a week,” he says, sitting up so he can look Eddie dead in the eyes. “You’ll sleep great.”

Eddie squints at him, looking for the lie, but in the end he just tilts his head to the side and shrugs.

“Alright, I’ll get you a B.”

He’s glad his professor grades quickly.

[is-emily-real]

a nice little life

written for @steddiemicrofic ‘rose’ wc: 367 | rated: T | cw: none

Eddie smiled from his rocking chair, the cool air twisting with the steam of his coffee. They’d made a nice little life of it all, he figured, seeing as how he never expected to make it to 25, let alone 50. Lord knows plenty of people (and a few supernatural horrors, if one was being specific) tried to stop him. He was alive from pure spite by now.

The grey sky couldn’t dampen his mood, not as long as those lemon-yellow overalls puttered about the yard. They’d have been garish on anyone else, but they were just right for Steve, his sun, his heart.

“I think this is the year!” Steve called, waving a trowel in the air. Time had been kind to him, evidenced only by the silver at his temples and the lines around his eyes. “This is the year the Eddie wins!”

“It’s not even spring yet, but I respect your confidence.”

“Yeah, but come look at this bush!”

Shaking his head, he stood, wrapping a calloused hand around his cane as he slowly made his way to the railing. He couldn’t move like he used to. Demobats did that to you.

He glanced at where Steve gestured. “That sure is a bush.”

“But look at it. You see those branches? Those are going to hold the good buds. I’ll submit those.”

“I’ve been familiar with ‘good bud’ once or twice in my day.”

“Roses are serious business, Eds. I’m not losing to that bitch in Hopkinsville again.” Steve’s glare was lovingly annoyed. “American Ingenuity is a stupid name for a flower. They weren’t even pretty.”

Eddie shrugged. “I’m telling you, I think she slept with the head judge.”

“Ew, they’re like 90. I don’t want to think about them having sex.”

The scrunch of Steve’s nose made him grin. “Come inside. It’s going to rain soon.”

Steve hurried up the steps, wrapping a dirty arm around his waist, but he didn’t mind. In a few months, this little house would be surrounded by a riot of colors, warm and inviting despite the thorns hidden in the leaves, a place built from years of love and dedication. It was theirs, and it was home.

[cvpidzcvrse]

—Kinktober Week 5.

⇢ You woke up on Satoru's body, have some fun! Happy Halloween!K ✶wc: 367 ✶cw: body swapping, degradation, finishing inside, and anything else I forgot.

Theme: Body Swapping.

“Take it like the good boy you are.” 

You pound into Satoru quickly and hard, causing him to grip onto the sheet. Watching Satoru’s, well…your, tits bounce every time you plunge his cock inside. 

“Fuck–babe! S-slow down…” Now you know why Satoru never slowed down when you asked. You sounded hot, and Satoru being in your body made it even better. If this was the only way you could ever bring him down a notch, you’d cherish it. Your strokes are nimble and quick as you put Satoru’s stamina to the test. 

“N-no, you can take it. I know you can.” 

You used his natural sultry tone to your advantage. You quickly felt your velvet walls clench around his cock. You chuckle before pushing his legs into his chest, a complete mating press. 

“I-I didn’t know you could bend this far.”

“You never asked.” 

A displeased groan left his mouth before it turned into a shallow breath. You finally understood why he was obsessed with you. Now you’re watching it from his perspective. The sleepless nights and prolonged sexual intimacy were clear now. It may be weird to some people, just watching themselves during sex. To you, it was eye-opening. You now understood why you were his weakness. When your pussy hugs around his cock it sends a shiver down your spine. You now know how it feels to be pussy drunk. 

“Fuck–Is this how I always feel? It’s so wet.” 

“St-stop joking! I-I’m about to cum again!.” His slutty moans fill the room as ecstasy envelopes you. You push his knees down to his chest and plunge into him harder and faster. You bully your pussy with harsh strokes and sloppy pounding. His tip leaves soft kisses on your cervix with every aggressive plunge. 

“Babe! Mmph– I’m about to c–um!” 

“Cum on me baby. Give it to me…” You moan loudly and trail soft kisses on his legs. His warm walls clench around you before soaking you with his juices. Your tip hits his G-spot before your white sticky cum covers his inside. The sheets underneath you are covered in a mix of cum, sweat, and tears. 

“One more round, I know you can take it.”

☜ kinktober week 4

[runninriot]

No Time For Romance

written for @steddiemicrofic

february prompt: rose | wc: 367 | rated E | tags: Sexual Content/Bathroom Blowjob, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Normal Guy Steve, Established Relationship

They don’t have time for romance. No candles, no roses, no sweet-talk. Not when they barely find a moment of peace between shows and interviews. Time where they can be alone – no cameras pointed at them, no one demanding their attention.

“Hurry up, baby!”

“Not my fault you always wear the tightest pants! How am I supposed to get you out of these? They look like they’re painted on.”

“There’s a thought, maybe I should switch to body paint. You wouldn’t have to undress me at all.”

Steve isn’t sure if Eddie’s joking but it would definitely make this easier.

“Baby, come on,” Eddie whines, needy as always, “You’re killing me.”

“Keep complaining and you won’t get to come at all.”

It’s an empty threat and Eddie knows it but he keeps his mouth shut anyway, behaving for once.

Finally, his cock springs free and Steve wastes no time to sink to his knees.

“Oh, fffuck! God, your mouth’s- ah! So perfect.”

Steve flicks his tongue around the tip, letting the salty taste of skin and sweat and precome fill his senses.

Post-show Eddie is his favourite flavour. Probably his favourite version of Eddie, too, if he had to choose. When he’s pumped up with adrenaline and Steve is the one that gets to taste and touch and fuck him like this. Not the people who desperately wish they could get a piece of him; this is all for Steve.

Encouraged by Eddie’s praise, he takes him deep, holds himself down until his lungs scream for air. He’s moving his head up and down, swallowing Eddie’s cock like it’s his last meal, feels high on moans that are too loud not to get them caught.

And right on cue, there’s a knock on the bathroom door.

“Coming!” Eddie yells and it doesn’t take much before he makes true to his words, spills his release down Steve’s throat.

The moment ends to too soon, like always.

“Can’t wait for this tour to be over, so I can take my time with you. Gonna shower you with roses and love you so good,” Eddie promises before he kisses him long and deep.

And for now, this is enough.

[lanietadelatierra]

Masterlist

Joel Miller

Whispers of the outbreak wc: 367

A pandemic caused by a fungus wc: 362

Traumatic experiment wc: 323

If i were part of the Last of Us wc: 545

Working at Jackson's bar 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 767

Starvation 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 506

What lies behind the twilight 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 975

Again 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 572

New Year and Fury TLOU 2 EP. 1 SPOLIER ALERT. wc: 567

The mangled bear TLOU 2 EP. 1 SPOLIER ALERT. wc: 588

Joel's death news TLOU 2 EP. 2 SPOLIER ALERT. ANGST. JUST A TOUCH OF SMUT. wc: 1.3k

Cold Hands, Warm Nights 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. ANGST. wc: 1k

The last house on the left 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 776

Black butterflies wc: 233

Ellie Williams

The visiting wc: 243

First time kissing a girl wc: 420

Talk to the death wc: 1.8k

Catched by surprise 18+ MDNI. EXTREME VIOLENCE. BLOOD. ANGST. wc: 721

Scars That Speak 18+ MDNI. EXTREME VIOLENCE. BLOOD. ANGST. wc: 928

Abby Anderson

The final strike TLOU 2 EP. 2 SPOLIER ALERT. 18+ MDNI. EXTREME VIOLENCE. BLOOD. ANGST. wc: 1.5k

Acacius

Reading poetry to the emperors wc: 646

Where the wind turns around wc: 1.4k

Interruption 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 215

Pets from my past live wc: 223

Pets from my past live II wc: 98

The shelter wc: 559

Returning to the brothel 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 470

Apparitio wc: 745

Clint Flood

Freaky Tales: room 13 wc: 1k

He bought me that hella freaky doll 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 965

The doll wc: 862

Pedro Pascal

Knocking wc: 584

Floral flirtation wc: 269

The clown at midnight wc: 549

Reed Richards

Everything is a lie wc: 655

Poetry

Escape from this world

Nothing endures over time

Needin' ya

Fateful night

Death

Absence

Others

Things are called by their name wc: 464

Series

Consequences A Naughty dog’s The last of us’ short film

PART I wc: 753

PART II wc: 620

PART III wc: 2k

PART IV wc: 1k

© lanietadelatierra 2025. please refrain from copying, translating, or claiming my work as your own.

[lovelylittlegrim]

When we Begin

Written for @steddiemicrofic

Prompt:Rose |Wc #367 |rated:Gen |CW: none

It’s cliche but Eddie really does love roses.

He thinks they’re romantic but not in a cheesy romcom way. He finds them a little macabre in their versatility. How they’re the flower you give a new love on a first date and they’re the flower you drop onto a casket as you say a final goodbye. Love can begin and end with a single rose.

In Eddie's opinion they’re metal and he’s never been embarrassed about what he enjoys. Then again, he’s never talked about why he likes them before now.

“Is that weird,” Eddie asks after Steve’s been quiet for too long. The joint they’ve been sharing is down to its last dregs and Eddie fiddles with putting the roach out before it can burn his fingers.

“I think it’s neat,” Steve says at last, eyes fixed to the roof of Eddie’s van. “Guys never talk about their favorite flowers. Is it red roses that you like?”

Eddie nods. “Red, white, any color, except yellow.”

Steve snorts, finally rolling his head to look over at him. “Not metal enough?”

They’re close, laying in the back of Eddie’s van at the quarry. They’ve been coming here more often. Ditched by Robin and left to their own devices while she’s out with Vickie.

“I don’t think yellows my color.” Eddie grins. “Might be yours.”

Steve hums. “I think I’m more of a poppy guy.”

Eddie can see it. Steve in a field of poppies. All orange and red, sun bright above him, smile even brighter. Eddie will find a field once spring comes along just to see it for real. He bets it’s a sight.

The thought follows him home, fills his dreams with color and the sound of Steve’s laughter.

When morning comes, Eddie’s roused by the sound of knocking. He stumbles to the door, ready to chew out whoever’s at his door only to freeze the moment it’s open.

Steve stands there, holding out a red rose, cheeks pink.

Eddie thinks about what he’d told Steve the night before. How love begins with a rose.

“Hi,” Steve says, voice soft and full of affection.

Eddie takes the rose, hides his face in the aromatic petals. “Hi.”

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

the language of flowers

for @steddiemicrofic february prompt - rose and my second @steddiebingo fill - flower shop au

pairing: steddie | rated: G | wc: 367 | on AO3: the language of flowers

The first time he came in, he was picking up an order.

A bouquet Eddie had put together the night before; dwarf sunflowers, zinnias, baby’s breath, and goldenrod.

An odd combo, sure, but this was the guy who Chrissy said was so earnest on the phone the other day while placing the order. Said he’d looked up flower language to make sure he was putting the right feelings behind this bouquet for his best friend’s graduation.

And the moment he stepped through the door, Eddie was in love. The perfect swoop of his hair, the beautiful hazel eyes, the bright smile...

The man, Steve, lit up as soon as he saw the bouquet, gushing about how much his friend would love it and that he’d be back again soon.

The next time Steve picked up an arrangement, it was crocus, goldenrod, gladiosis, and dill (of all things) for a little brother who was “nervous about starting his Dorks and Dumbasses club even though he’s been playing forever.”

“...D’you mean Dungeons and Dragons?”

“That’s what I said.”

Eddie fell a little more in love.

It wasn’t until graduation season came around again that Steve did too, bustling in claiming he was late for his little sister’s high school graduation and thanking him profusely for his most recent order (daisies, hollyhock, morning glory, zinnias, and even more goldenrod).

Two weeks after his last visit, Steve called in another order.

Gardenias, peonies, calla lilies, and specifically lavender roses.

The meaning behind this one was clear.

Steve was in love.

Eddie thought about making it a little janky; using the more wilted blooms, not wrapping it up the best he could.. But he couldn’t do that. Not to Chrissy, not to Steve (...but maybe a little to the person Steve was giving this to)..

So, Steve picked up the beautiful bouquet meant for someone else, gave Eddie another beautiful smile, and left, the jingling of the bell on the front door leaving Eddie feeling hollow.

As soon as he was out of sight, however, Steve reappears; waltzing back through the front door and offering the bouquet in his hand to Eddie.

“Would you maybe like to get dinner with me sometime?"

divider from @ saradika! also putting my steddie bingo board below the cut, both 'filled' and blank 🤗