This will be... almost entirely OC wips (with two that feature at least one of the Corroded Coffin boys from Stranger Things), sorry folks. But also not sorry. The OC brainrot is strong.
rules: send me the name of one of the wips below, and i'll write and post three new sentences for you!
(I encourage anyone to send multiple if they want!)
the wips:
samdom: mic check (pom!verse)
freakdom: the boy whose bass is big and bold (pom!verse)
samdom: dinner n a show (pom!verse)
Songwriting (pom!verse)
rory x river: river rock (fey!au)
non-obligatory tags: @steves-strapcollection @tboybuck (solely just in case you want to see some snippets) and @nullshocked (idk if you do tag games though so feel free to ignore!!) If anyone else wants to join, please do!! You can say I tagged you!
the snippet: mic check
(Note: Tig and Sam belong to Ger!!)
A large hand grabbed him by the shoulder. Tig tucked Dom into his side so he could bend to shout into Dom's ear. “Come on, you flirt,” he teased over the noise.
“Jealous?” Dom shot back, smirking up at Tig and letting him pull them away. Tig laughed fondly. He wasn't jealous. Dom really fucking wished he was.
The roar of the crowd faded, replaced by the buzz of the crew getting ready to pack up their gear. He and Tig handed off their instruments to the roadies waiting for them, and after that Dom was more than content to let Tig guide him back to the green room to decompress, though his energy was still at its peak. He wanted to bounce around, be a nuisance, burn it off in a flash fire.
Dom spotted a familiar figure about to pass them. Sam had that smear of black under his chin still, now smudged a bit down his throat. Dom wanted to bite it and learn what Sam sounded like when he felt the points of his teeth in his skin.
Tilting his own chin up, Dom gestured at it and purred, “Got a little something, darling.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, a small upward tick to his lips. “I know,” was all he said.
They held each other's gaze as they passed. Dom swore there was a palpable tension pulling him in.
“I could help you get it off.”
Sam's gaze was heavy, unhurried, as he looked Dom up and down, and it was driving Dom insane. He slowed down, forcing Tig to match his pace, but Sam didn't stop.
“I bet you could,” he said, a little extra something in his voice.
But then he turned onto the stage and out of sight. Dom wanted to scream, but just gave a heavy, frustrated huff.
“Struck out once again,” Tig said, laughing, and Dom elbowed him in the ribs for it, making him grunt.
