#microficchallenge

[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

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@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.”

[in-for-a-pennyx]

Hello! For your #MicroFicChallenge:

Javier P & helpless ;)

Enjoy!

Hiya! Thanks for the prompt! Of course, I love it ;)

Rating: M

A fruitless end to a frustrating day. Javier felt so 

helpless.

They were so close but Escobar escaped in the nick of time. All they were left with was a golden fucking toilet. 

Javier came home to a dark apartment, two fingers of whiskey and you.

Now you were under him 

helpless

as he caged you with his sinuous arms and slipped into you inch by desperate inch, whispering words of filth and fervour in your ears. Sweat pooled in the middle of your breasts, and hair stuck to your forehead. It was a humid Bogotá night and even the breeze had gone home to mourn the missed chance of catching a villain. 

But here, with you, ensconced in your warm, wet heat, Javier found a moment of respite. You parted your legs wider to accommodate him, to have his skin flush against your skin, so you even breathed each other. 

You welcomed him home.  

[sirowsky]

Trouble

This is my answer to @deadhumourist 's MicroFicChallenge, (check it out if you wanna play!) and it was so much fun! Thank you, sweets <3 And well, I had to go for the exact 150 word mark, because I'm stupid like that...

My challenge was Din Djarin + Exasperated. Enjoy!

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   It shouldn’t be possible, but somehow he’d managed it.    If there was one thing that Grogu was supremely adept at, it was getting himself into situations that he couldn’t quite handle, and of course, today was no exception.    Of course he’d found a strange-looking rock on the ground and picked it up for no damned reason, only to then discover that it was alive and that it didn’t like to be picked up.

   Obviously, Din would help him if need be, but he was getting tired of the kid never learning his lesson, so this time, he stood back and watched first, to see how the little one would handle it.    However, Grogu opted to sort of not handle it, and instead jumped into Din’s arms, effectively putting the problem in his hands, forcing him to deal with it.

   “You ever gonna learn, kid?” he sighed, saving him once again.

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

For the drabble ask: Ryuu and Obi and an umbrella?

“They’re all the rage in Tanbarun,” Obi laughs. “Don’t you want to be fancy?”

“No!”

As with most tasks of a tactile nature, Obi’s hands require only one attempt to fix the umbrella’s position on Ryuu’s shoulder. “You’ve got reach on me now. You’ll stop us dripping all over the Miss’ shiny new diagrams.”

“I don’t think arm length and height are as correlated as that,” Ryuu says by way of complaint. “This is heavy.”

“You’ll have to do most of the real heavy lifting eventually anyway, kid.”

“Why?”

“Because.” Ryuu has spent enough years in the shade of Obi’s wing to inventory his smiles, but… “I’m getting old.”

Subcategory one: grins, and subcategory two: smirks, both land well within the scope of Ryuu’s literacy. Here is something entirely new.

Ryuu has no idea how many seconds pass him by in silent freefall. He should be grasping for words that keep slipping out of reach until Obi, as ever, swoops in for the rescue. Instead, the umbrella is the only discomfort in the rainy world. There’s pain, nothing atypical. But the look on Obi’s face makes it a kinder pain than any Ryuu has felt in a long time.

It can’t end. It’s such a desperate thought.

A grin is the last thing he sees before his vision goes black. He splutters; Obi’s gloved palm smears his wet forelock out of his face. “No more weaseling out of haircuts on my watch. I can look you in the eyes now.”

[prolix-yuy]

LJ, up for a game?

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.

For your #MicroFicChallenge:

Max & loaded

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Ooooh Ani, what a fun idea! And what a fun prompt! I've only got Max as the name, so I'm going with Max Lord for this one. And boy, is that man ever...

Of course he’s loaded. You can practically hear the dollars rubbing in his pocket. Hair loaded with mousse, dialogue loaded with buzzwords, fingers loaded with gold rings. His aura has a weight all its own.

Yes, Max Lord is loaded. Clearly. But not just his bank account. You’ve never met someone with as many loaded questions as him.  

Did they finally get my order right?

When did I ask you to be here?

How poor is their taste?

He fires them off with as much ease as asking how someone’s weekend was. Not that he does. His bravado and garrulous nature doesn’t extend to the PAs. 

Which is why when you find him sitting behind the set, face in his hands and deep breaths pulling at his suit jacket seams, you pause. He lifts his head to look at you, eyes just starting to de-puff, still a little red around the edges.

“Are you going to kick me out of here too?” he asks, and for once it’s not an accusation. It’s so, so tired. 

“No,” you say, handing him his new list of sponsors for the end credit monologue. “Take all the time you need.”

The weight must be heavier than you thought.

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Thank you for the prompt Ani, this was fun!

[skyborneveggie]

10 Days of Microfiction Challenge [3/10] Fandom: The Man from UNCLE (1964) Pairing: Illya x Guido Panzini (but it’s really about Napoleon), Illya POV Word Count: 166 ao3

"You could, ah, come back later if you like. To confer."

Illya searches his gaze. Guido Panzini's face gives away nothing but the slightest hint of possibility, etched in the curve of his smile.

Illya is not altogether unsurprised. He had sensed something of the sort pass between them.

He considers him. Guido is a handsome man, with his dark coiffed hair and his warm brown eyes, and Illya has always appreciated a man of skill. That, and there is something of the familiar about him...

"Confer?" Illya echoes, for clarification.

"Yes." Guido shrugs and waves his hand as though it is nothing. "If you like."

Illya thinks that he very well might like.

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It was an enjoyable encounter and all, he thinks after as they are redressing, but there was something lacking. The pull that drew him in, the hunger he sought release from, it hasn't been satisfied. And he's getting the peculiar feeling that it hadn't much to do with Guido to begin with.

[deadhumourist]

Hi pocket mates! I sent out a bunch of prompts earlier in the year for the #MicroficChallenge, and those darling writers came up with some real bangers! Friends also spread the love with their own moots.

I'd like to create a master list of microfics for quick but fun reading. Off the top of my head I recall fics by @prolix-yuy @in-for-a-pennyx @sirowsky @jazzelsaur @just-here-for-the-moment @asta-lily @grogusmum @artemiseamoon @oonajaeadira @whatsnewalycat @fromthedeskoftheraven and @quica-quica-quica. I know I'm missing some people and I'm sorry if you are one of them 😶‍🌫️

If you wrote a microfic or know of a microfic that was written, please submit it by throwing the link into my DMs. I reblogged a whole log but sure I missed some.

Thank you! 🩵

[deadhumourist]

Frankie + Apprehensive 👀

Thank you Leah! I'm sorry this took so long 😭

"Baby I don't know about this."

Frankie hovered above you, peering down, a very apprehensive look on the features that you've come to love so much.

"Frankie, just trust me okay? We can do it. People do this kinda thing every day and it's no big deal."

His eyes widen, searching for yours. He trusts you, implicitly so, and he would follow you to the ends of the earth. But he's not sure about this.

"Lean in Baby, push a little harder." You coax him, your voice like silk over his anxious frame.

He grunts, the sound coming right from his belly.

You groan a little. "More, Baby, push deeper."

He strains, sweat beading on his forehead, his pulse starting to race from the effort.

"Sweetheart, are you sure?"

You fix your eyes on his.

"Frankie, if we don't finish this damn crib, Isabella is going to sleep in our bed. Now push the leg in!"