#50 word challenge

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

And another for the 50 word challenge by @deadbranch

“Simon, what do you feel like eating tonight?” you called from the kitchen as you searched the fridge. “Whatever ya wanna make lovie.” He sounded nervous. Shuffling caused you to face him, eyes growing large seeing him kneeling. “I want to eat everything you make for the rest of forever .”

[the-californicationist]

John Price has a Craving

———

Starving,

He holds you in his hands tight,

Feeding you tongue with his mouth full.

He’ll spread you under his body, warm,

Filling you with pieces of his flesh,

Muddling his senses, and marinading his joy.

Your dark aroma lingering on his lips,

Sucking at your offerings, bountiful, sweet,

Stuffed.

———

For the @deadbranch 50 word challenge ✌️🩷

[writeforfandoms]

Another little 50 word drabble for @deadbranch challenge!

The door closed softly, and you paused. You hadn't expected Kyle home yet - he'd said he'd be out with the guys.

"Sweetheart?"

"Missed you." Arms wound around you, warm and secure, just the faintest slur to his voice.

You just smiled and kissed him, quite content. "Then let's stay in."

[http-paprika]

My submission for @deadbranch 50 word challange! Just a little Graves snippet for y'all! <3

"Stop!"

“I’m not doin’ a damn thing.” Phillip grouches as you call him out, folding his arms and pouting. “Can’t I  stare at the most beautiful thing to exist?” 

“Phillip–” You roll your eyes, trying to stay focused. 

“So maybe I want to do more than just stare. Sue me.” 

[macravishedbymactavish]

More 50 word challenge, this time not in x reader form. (Thanks for the never-ending motivation @deadbranch)

His hand rubbing slow circles into her lower abdomen as they spooned.

“These cramps are killing me. They're the ones that every so often feel like a searing knife is stabbing my butthole.” She groaned, eyes closed. Not feeling his hand stop momentarily as he spoke.

“I'm not massaging there.”

[drarrymyheart]

A 50 word Drarry microfic for your enjoyment ♥️

It took twenty-three dates.

Twenty-four if you count their shag in the ministry loo. Harry decided he definitely did.

Twenty-four dates before the stubborn bastard said it.

One word that set Harry’s nerves alight; relief in his lungs, elation in his veins.

One word breathed into their tender kiss.

“Harry.”

[sinkovia]

50 Word Angst Challenge

Simon Riley x GN!Reader

“What was the hardest thing for you to understand about me early on?” Simon remembered the words he spoke to you all those years back.

“How you could never let yourself be at peace.”

Your voice plagued his mind, a relentless mantra on the tenth anniversary of your death.

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

Okay and one more for the 50 word challenge by @deadbranch

Date night with Keegan was usually quiet. Stay at home, order take out, watch some movies. Today was different though. You walked through the door to Keegan's home, everything was decorated. “Keegan?” You called. His answer came from the bedroom, where you found him on one knee. “Love me forever?”

[sofasoap]

50 words challenge

He stared at the ring in the palm of his hand.

Should he? Or should he not.

What has he done to deserve you?

“You are doing it again.” he can almost hear your voice in his mind. “I love you. No matter what.”

One day. Soon.

@deadbranch

[no-more-sad-songs]

2. Resplendent

"Fuck my life”, Draco groaned. 

Pansy peered over the heads of the party guests to see what had provoked this reaction. “Don't be dramatic, darling, I'm sure it isn't that…” Then she caught sight of the Head Auror, in all his finery. “Ah. Yes. Your life may, indeed, be fucked.”

Day 2 of @microficmay My snippets are all in the same universe, but do not form a story in chronological order.

[syoddeye]

A little smutty something for @deadbranch's 50 word fic challenge.

MDNI, 18+ Only. Explicit sexual content below the cut.

“Look at you, making a mess on my desk,” He slips a third in there, your pussy squelching as he lazily thrusts. “Keep reading.”

You want to obey but can’t catch your breath. “Please, sir, I can’t.”

John sucks down on your clit, hard. “Didn’t ask you if you could.” 

[macravishedbymactavish]

@deadbranch is over here unconsciously knowing how many small drafts I have hidden when they made the 50 word challenge.

Have some angsty Alex Keller, because this man is still in the forefront of my brain.

“Just for once, fuck for once I'd like to be viewed as a person.” He sobbed, teeth clenched, tears pouring over his cheeks. Hands in tight fists as he pulled a frustrated breath in through his nose.

“I want to be seen as more than just a means to an end.”

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[fountainpenguin]

"Though we both know one day there'll be blood on the floor... but which one will betray the other more?" (x)

New Fairly OddParents 'fic today!

Rated T - 6,900 words

50 Words of Dale and Vicky

📖 Read on FFN || Read on AO3

🌃 City Lights AU

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🎲 Randomlists.com's 50-word generator

50 scene snippets about two inseparable BFFs and a string of bad decisions. Predates lemon pit torture.

OR, Dale and Vicky were friends when they were kids.

(First 5 prompts under the cut)

50 Words of Dale and Vicky Friday August 14th, 1992 - Friday April 14th, 1995 Summer of the Pink Star - Spring of the Small Sunflower

1. Balance

Even Dad raised an eyebrow at the redhead who took the mutton bustin' like a piece of sticky tape. The sheep charged through the Dimmsdale Dimmadome's mucky arena, the girl thumping up and down on its back. With every second she clung, the crowd surged higher and higher with excitement- cheering already! Did she sew her sleeves to its wool or something? 6-year-old Dale, safe behind the chute fence, braced his arms a little straighter; craned his neck a little higher.

"Whoa… She's cruisin' like a roadrunner."

One flump of a small body later, the little girl went tumbling through the muck. But she won, of course (and scored the traditional belt buckle emblem plus a set of 4 family tickets to Wave 'N Rage to prove it). The girl cheered into Dad's microphone and jumped up and down. Watching some black-haired woman and a redheaded guy (who must be her two parents) fawn over her, Dale had to wonder… if she had any siblings.

That was wicked…

Her name was Vicky Aingeal. And he was about to be the best friend she never asked for.

2. Cattle

The next time he saw her, it was at the state fair. The scruffy scarlet ponytail hadn't changed. She wolfed down a funnel cake at a table, her parents to either side (and sharing their own). Powdered sugar smeared her lips and fingers. That stuff had to be so greasy… but it looked delicious. Dale, who had already been a Bright Young Man and a Very Well-Behaved Good Boy (semi-interchangeably) for the past 5 minutes while his dad talked about cows and bovine and steer and heifers with Mr. So-'N-So (Cue laughter; they were friends), decided he'd finished standing in the hot sun, bouncing on his toes. He darted his gaze between Vicky and the back of his dad's head. Another 20 seconds flickered by. This time, Dale's stomach even growled. And if that wasn't a sign, what was?

"Dad-"

Dad didn't stop talking, but he did move his hand to Dale's shoulder and gave a quiet squeeze. Not now, said the gesture, so Dale went quiet. He played with the big brim of his hat, staring at Vicky and her funnel cake until she stopped eating and raised her head. Their eyes flicked across each other. Dale jumped and glanced away. Back to the cattle. The Dimmadomes showed fat and healthy cows every year at… the cow-showing event. "Open dairy," Dad called it with his friends (SO awesome; all fancy). Dale never remembered the name except this time of year, but he definitely knew cows.

"Dad," Dale tried again. But dad kept talking, squeezing his arm again, so Dale went quiet for real and softly picked at his nose. The grown-ups talked cows, milk, and hormones… And when that all wrapped up, Doug scooped him up and set him on his hip in one shwoop.

"Now, what's all the fuss, son? What's got your knickknack paddy whacking?"

"Dad, I want a funnel cake."

Doug Dimmadome (owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome) threw an unreadable glance at the table where Vicky and her parents ate. It might've been unreadable because Dale was only 6. "Too risky, kiddo. It's probably got dairy. Now come on, son- You wanna lead the herd with me?"

3. Instrument

"Huh," was the first thing Vicky said when she came across the refrigerated butter sculpture. Seriously? Three giant cows playing in a band? "Pretty weird." It was a huge amount of butter and that was kinda impressive all in all, but… did it serve any purpose? It wouldn't last. Who would want to keep that thing cold for months? Even winter wouldn't get cold enough to not melt it. She looked for a price tag, a card- anything that indicated it might be for sale. Was this thing just donated? Free of charge? I wouldn't want it either, but that feels like a waste. I'm sure SOMEONE would buy it. Some kind of stupid, rich…

She was still there, leaning so close to the clear case, her nose could've touched the nearest instrument, when someone tapped her shoulder. She yelped, hit the case (with her face), and spun around. "Who-? … Oh." That weird kid who'd been staring at her while she ate lunch. When Vicky blinked at him, he pushed the brim of his big hat up with one thumb. He even smiled.

"I saw you at the mutton bustin'."

"The what?"

"You rode the sheep? Most people don't stay on that long."

"Oh, yeah. That sheep was a loser."

The kid blinked, like he actually cared about some random sheep's feelings or something. Honestly, with a name like mutton bustin', whoever was in charge of that thing probably cooked it up and ate it by now. "Well," said the kid, pretty slow on the word. He put out his hand. "I'm Dale… Donovan. And you're Vicky, right?"

"Uh, are you following me?"

4. Sheet

He showed her the chicken tent, the pigs, and the cattle (with their parents trailing behind, of course- Dad had a lot of business to talk and Vicky's parents didn't seem to mind he was there, even if Vicky still gave him weird sideways looks like she couldn't decide just what to make of him). But little by little… those shoulders that looked like tall fenceposts started coming down like a gate sinking underwater.

Then he showed her something super interesting over her shoulder while he tore down the sheet with the name Dimmadome scrawled across it. Look… Is it so wrong to want a friend who likes you without asking about your dad getting rich?

He ignored the confused looks the cows shot him as he bunched the paper in his hand.

5. Resonant

Y'know what? There was something REALLY funny about watching the awkward kid jump about 10 feet in the air (skeleton practically leaping from his skin) when a piercing whistle carried through the air.

"Th-that's my dad," Dale stuttered. "I have to go. Um. 'Bye."

Huh. So, did he not like to add the 'good' in 'good-bye' either? Maybe he's more self-aware of the crushing weight of existence than I thought. Not the worst quality in a friend.

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[efingart]

I did it! @deadbranch ‘s 51 ahem 50 word half drabble fic challenge.

“You’re home,” She said as she stabbed out her cigarette and rose from her spot by the window. Frank admired the way his shirt skimmed the tops of her thighs as she moved towards him.

She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his neck.

He was home.

[writeforfandoms]

A very self indulgent 50 word half-drabble for the weekend challenge @deadbranch

Gentle shaking roused you, and you sat up quickly, heart still pounding, hands trembling. The raw panic hadn't abated yet.

"Shh, was only a dream," Simon whispered. His hands found your skin in the dark, gently pulling you back to him. Back to safety. "You're okay. I've got you, love."

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

One more for @deadbranch 50 word challenge.

“They're currently in critical condition. Surgery went well enough but they'll need time.” Keegan listened intently to the doctor as she spoke. “When can I see them?” He asked. You'd finally come back to him. When you had arrived at base on the shoulders of the Walker boys he broke.