#gonna have to add this one to my wip pile

[xshimaeraxx]

listen this is a cringe ass idea but hey, i AM cringe but i am also free :3

(still putting said idea under the cut bc i Am, In Fact, A Coward)

okay so basically the fuckin’ deadpool movies’re just. completely chock full of 4th walk breaks (/vvvvpos), so what. what if we took it one step further, n made the characters from the dp movies react TO the dp movies. like. you CANNOT tell me the dp movies/franchise is not the perfect series to make reactfics for - hell, w how many times wade refs an “audience” (us) in the actual goddamn movies themselves, esp to other characters, it’d be a GOLDMINE

they’d all be taken from different times, aswell, bc ANGST. here’s what im thinkin’:

colossus’d be from pre-dp 1

ntw & yukio from pre-dp 2 (but post-dp 1)

vanessa (post-meeting wade pre-cancer diagnosis), blind al, dopinder, weasel (post-meeting wade pre-cancer diagnosis), etc etc wld ALL be from pre-dp 1, same as colossus

n hey, if u wanna torture yourself, maybe add the other x-men aswell (charles, storm, etc etc). yk, for the added angst. :) all of them’d prolly be from pre-dp 1, aswell.

n wade & logan’d be from post-dp 3/d&w bc the trope of “angst of one character knowing what’s gonna happen n no one else knowing wtf got’s them so tense n lowkey on the verge of a panic attack freaks THEM out aswell bc what the fuck happens/has happened to them to make them this nervous at the prospect of other people knowing???” in reactfics is just. :chefskiss: so goddamn good. just. perfection.

like, someone, pls, write this n i will give you both of my kidneys n my first, second, AND thirdborn. like, please, i beg 🙏 (i’d write it myself but i have got SO MANY GODDAMN WIPS i literally cant add another to the pile egsjgsjehe :cryingemoji:)

[heycoyotegirl]

the soulmate au where your mark is the first thing your soulmate says to you would be so funny for daxton because paxton would have devi’s entire proposition ramble and devi would just have “Yeah. Okay.”

[blossomwritesthings]

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

word count: 5.9k

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a/n: well ya'll, here we fucking are. FINALLY !!!!!! 💀💀 prepare yourselves and your panties for the pure diabolical butt-fucking that's about to happen from now on…. 👺💥 I've been trying to slowly add backstory for their childhood's throughout the story, but this is probably one of the chapter's that has some of the most references to minlix's past sexual explorations with each other. lmk what you guys think of this chapter in the comments - drop your thoughts cuz rest assured that I read everything~ 😌🚬💗

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  In an instant, Felix was melting against him, letting Minho’s mouth envelop him. Letting Minho’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, sucking gently. Letting Minho’s tongue prod and press, until the space between his teeth was opening and Minho was getting a taste of Felix. 

  At the feel of his tongue swiping against his, Felix let out the tiniest of groans. It drove Minho crazy, just at the sound of the high-pitched noise. And soon, his hands were skirting down the length of Felix’s wet clothes, grabbing ahold of his ass and squeezing there. Felix reached up, fingers brushing against the nape of Minho’s neck. Then he was holding onto his dark locks, as Minho hoisted Felix up into his arms. 

  Soon, Felix had his legs wrapped around Minho’s waist, as the older man pressed kiss after passionately-crazed kiss to his lips. He was pushing through his bedroom door, holding onto the blonde’s ass with a strong grip as they tumbled onto his bed. 

  And then they were separating, and Minho was staring down at Felix’s parted lips, at the way they were already slightly kiss-swollen, and his eyes were open, his pupils blown wide. Chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, Felix’s hands were still in Minho’s hair, as he began to pull him down again. 

  “Wait,” Minho said, his stern voice cutting through the thick heat that was rising between them. He stared down at Felix, at his soaked-through state. “You still need to change. Let me get you some clothes.” 

  Minho yanked away from Felix on the bed entirely, going to his closet and digging through piles of clothes until he found something suitable. Minho also grabbed a towel that was hanging across his closet door. Raising the oversized t-shirt in the air, he presented it to Felix. “Good?” He asked, knowing that Felix was quite a fashionista when it came to outfits. 

  Nodding silently, Felix rose from the bed, beginning to shed his wet clothes. First came the hoodie, which revealed a chiseled chest and hard ab lines. Felix took the towel that was perched in Minho’s hand, drying his torso as he shucked off his sweatpants next. 

  And his soaked boxers came with them.

  Swallowing around the dry lump forming in his throat, Minho didn’t look away. He watched, as Felix’s eyes moved from the shirt he was holding in his hand, to Minho. 

  “I don’t see why I have to wear this, you’re just gonna fuck me out of it anyway.” 

  Raising an eyebrow, Minho folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against the bathroom’s doorway. “Who said anything about me fucking you?” 

  Frowning, the light in Felix’s eyes completely drained away. “Oh- I just thought-“

  “Stop thinking, Lixie,” Minho started, gesturing behind him to the bathroom. “And get in the shower with me.” 

  Minho watched in barely-hidden amusement, as the redness of a blush crept up the length of his neck and into his cheeks. Turning beet red, he nodded quickly and followed Minho into the bathroom. His eyes grew a little wide when Minho closed the door behind them and locked it. 

  “Why are you locking the—“

  “Well, if I’m gonna fuck you, we don’t want anyone else to walk in on us, right?” Minho said, giving Felix a dark smirk as he began to shed his wet clothes. They weren’t as drenched as Felix’s, but it was a quick relief when they were off and he was turning the shower’s hot water on. 

  Staring up at Minho with squinted eyes, like he was trying to read him, Felix pouted just a tiny bit. “I thought you just said that you weren’t gonna-”

  But Minho didn’t let him finish, instead removing his boxers and taking the breath right out of Felix’s lungs. Grabbing ahold of the blonde’s ass, Minho moved the both of them into the shower. The hot water hitting his back was an immediate relief. “One thing you should know about me, Felix— don’t believe everything I say.” 

  Grabbing ahold of the shampoo bottle, Minho squirted an ample amount in both of his hands, before he was rubbing half of it into Felix’s locks and the rest into his. Then, he was positioning Felix under the shower head, running his fingers through his hair with the sudsy shampoo. 

  “So I shouldn’t have believed you then- when you told me you just wanted to be friends…” Felix grumbled, sticking his tongue out in agitation. 

  Minho’s focus dragged away from the blonde’s hair and locked with Felix’s eyes again. His fingers dug a little deeper into Felix’s scalp, pulling at the roots just a little bit and watching as the younger’s mouth fell open slightly. So he was still into hair pulling... good to know. “Don’t be a brat, Lixie,” Minho started, as he finished rinsing the shampoo out of both their hairs. “And besides, we can still be friends.” 

  “Yeah, but friends don’t fuck each other.” 

  “Says who?” Minho raised a dark eyebrow Felix’s way, noticing how the bathroom was fogging up from the heat of the water and their bodies. He took an ample amount of conditioner and slapped it onto both of their heads. 

  “Uhm— like, the entire world.” 

  Minho stayed quiet after that, letting the sound of the shower running and the bathroom fan take over the conversation as he focused on getting the conditioner out of their hair. “Since when do you care about what the world thinks?” Minho asked, running his hands across Felix’s shoulders and waist with a bar of lavender-scented soap. 

  “Well, I know you do.” 

  “Nah— I’m over that shit. I love who I love, and I won’t apologize for it.” 

  After that, there was a long bout of silence. Minho’s gaze was focused on Felix’s smooth skin, how good it felt underneath his fingertips, and how pretty Felix’s body looked— all flushed from the hot water of the shower. 

  Before Minho’s hands could migrate down his body any lower, Felix caught hold of them and held them close to his chest, forcing Minho’s eyes to lock with his for what felt like the millionth time that night. “What… what do you mean by that?” His voice was so quiet and wavering, like if he spoke any louder, he would wake up and realize all of it was a dream. “Minho— please, tell me because I—”

  “First of all, stop begging me all the time. It’s making me go fucking insane,” Minho was changing their positions again so that Felix’s back was pressed against the shower wall. He was hoisting Felix up into his arms until they were in the same position from before with the younger’s legs wrapped around his waist. Except this time, he could feel every muscle of his, and how Felix’s cock grew stiffer with each second that passed. “Second, I love you. Always have, always will. But I was just too worried about other's opinions and too much of a coward to actually admit it.”

  Then their mouths were coming together again, creating a clash of teeth and lips and tongues. Minho swallowed every one of Felix’s moans. “I-” Felix began in a breathless tone, “love-” Minho bit down a little harder on his bottom lip, surely leaving a bruise there, “you too.” 

  And after that, everything turned into a blur of feverish kisses and heaving moans. And soon, they both found themselves out of the shower and clean, dried off, and tumbling into bed. 

  Caging Felix into his space once more, Minho’s hands landed on either side of the bed near Felix’s shoulders, as he stared down at him and the way he squirmed under the attention. 

  “Please, fuck me— please Minho— been wanting it for so long. Wanna suck on your cock, want you to breed me again, just like before, please— make me yours-” The callbacks to their past together drove something inside Minho to go a little feral- memories from their childhood flashing across the front of his mind for just a second... 

  of Felix's legs spread across the kitchen counter as Minho fucked into him, of Felix bent over in the shower, hands braced against the wall and back arched as he took Minho's brutal backshots, of the feeling of Felix shooting his cum deep inside Minho after he had teased and rode his cock for hours one night. 

  Reaching down, Minho’s thumb brushed against the corner of Felix’s kiss-swollen lips, across his pink-tinged freckled cheeks and underneath his eyelashes. Minho watched in silence, studying the blonde male underneath him as his eyes sparkled with emotion and the tears ran down his cheeks in tiny increments. 

  “I can fuck you, if you want me to…” Minho started, leaning down into his space and pressing a few kisses against Felix’s sharp jaw. Then he was trailing his way down Felix’s neck, sucking pretty violet marks into his skin. “Breed you, if you want me to…” Then he was nearing Felix’s collarbone, tongue darting out and swiping against soft flesh there just as he bared his teeth and took a hard bite out of Felix. The pain, followed by the loving kiss right afterward, made Felix shriek in delight. “I can fill you up so much with my cum, you’ll be bleeding and oozing with it for days… but only if you want me to.” 

  Then Minho’s mouth was hovering above Felix’s bare chest, staring down at the way his shallow breaths rose and fell with each bit of air the younger man sucked in. If Felix called everything off at that moment and decided he wanted Minho to stop things, Minho would. He’d do anything for Felix, anything. 

  But Minho watched in halted silence, as Felix’s head was shaking in agreement. As his pupils were blowing wide again and he was sucking in his bottom lip to keep all the sounds he wanted to make inside. “P-Please— I’ll do anything… just fuck me again, Lee Minho.” 

  After he got the green light, Minho’s legs were tightening a little harder around Felix’s waist. He reached up to Felix’s mouth, unhooking his bottom lip from between the hold of his teeth. “Don’t hold back, baby boy— I wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make for me... the ones I got used to hearing all those years ago.” Just at his words alone, Felix was letting out a high-pitched moan, bucking his hips by the tiniest bit. 

  Minho’s hands skirted down Felix’s body again, until one was gripping onto his hip and the other was covering his nipple. Then, Minho opened his mouth, dropping his jaw and placing his entire mouth over Felix’s nipple. Instantly, upon the contact with Minho’s tongue, Felix was groaning in pleasure and grabbing onto Minho’s locks for stability. 

  Fingers tweaking his other nipple, Minho’s tongue began to twirl around his pert bud, licking and lapping and playing. Doing all the things he had dreamed of, for so fucking long, doing all the things he knew would make Felix go crazy- just like before. Beginning the path down to destruction. 

  But this time, at the end of the path was Felix. And the beautiful relationship Minho wanted to have with him. And he’d do anything to get to that point- sacrifice anything and anyone to live in happiness and peace with the eternal love of his life. 

  Minho played with Felix just like that, for a long bout of time. He teased his chest, going back and forth between each of his nipples. And when Felix told him to bite down, he did. He did everything Felix wanted of him — gave him everything he could — gave him it all and then some. 

  He loved the way he was reacting to his movements, how he was squirming underneath his hold each time his lips suckled and kissed. And by the time he was finished, and his attention was finally off of Felix’s chest, the blonde's pert nipples were red and flushed- swollen from all of the attention that Minho gave it in their bout of ravenous love-making. 

  “What more do you want, baby?” Minho asked, as he rose his head up from Felix’s chest and found his lips again in the dimness of his room. The only light in the vicinity of the place was streaming in from the slight crack of the bathroom door. The warm, faint glow bathed Felix in an ethereal kind of brilliance, making him seem more otherworldly than he usually was. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.” 

  Then Felix was parting from Minho’s lips again, and the older man was stealing the breath right out of his lungs as he began to speak. “T-Touch me— please. Need to feel your hand wrapped around my cock.” 

  So that’s just what Minho did. Whatever Felix wanted, he’d do. As his gaze stayed locked with Felix’s, his hands migrated from their places. He placed one behind Felix’s head, cradling the back of his head as his digits sunk into his blonde locks. His other hand slowly traveled down the length of Felix’s body, until his fingertips were coming in contact with the single most thing he had wanted to feel again for so many fucking years. 

  He found hardness there, soft skin, and a copious amount of precum. Slowly, Minho skirted his hand around the tip of Felix, reveling in the way that he fit so perfectly in his hand. Minho had almost forgotten how much he loved the weight of Felix's cock in his hand. Almost. Then he began to palm him completely, gradually trailing his hand up and down Felix’s shaft. 

  With each pull of his fingers, Felix grew a little more restless underneath Minho. Like he was already about to come and was forcing himself to hold it in. Each time Minho brushed a gentle thumb against his slit, Felix blurted out a loud cry. It sounded like a mix of overstimulation and sinful desire. 

  Every time Minho touched Felix’s bare skin, he could feel the desire building in the pit of his stomach. Like a dangerous kind of monster, his core was constricting with each movement of Felix’s hips. With each buck that he took, into Minho’s palm. Minho could feel his own cock growing stiffer by the second, pulsing between his legs and just aching to be used. 

  “Are you about to come? Already?” Minho taunted, stroking Felix’s cock with a little firmer grip just for good measure. The sound of Minho's sultry voice and the pull on his sensitive flesh did something to the younger male because he was throwing his head back onto the pillow and sighing out a string of curses. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already on the edge— must’ve been pretty pent up, yeah?” 

  That got Felix nodding quickly, as his eyes ripped open and he stared at the way Minho’s grip was so perfect over his hardness - the way he was teasing him so flawlessly, smudging his precum everywhere. “I-I couldn’t ever get off properly… never felt right, when others would fuck me, i-it’s why I let so many people have me... ‘Cause I was seeking you out, the whole time.” 

  Felix’s confession did something funny to Minho’s heart, made it skip a few beats and squeeze delightfully in his chest. Then, a sardonic kind of grin was spreading across his face, as he leaned into Felix’s frame and pressed a few wet kisses to his sternum. “Oh yeah? What else are you seeking from me right now, Pixie? What else do you want?” He used the old nickname that was only ever between them, the one from their childhoods when they'd fuck like rabid animals all over Felix's house.

  “F-Finger me. Please.” He didn’t even give it another thought, blurting the first thing that had probably been on his mind for a very long time.

  “Why?”  Minho’s voice trailed off, even after he was trailing away from Felix’s space and rummaging around in his nightstand drawer for his bubblegum-flavored lube. “You want me to prep you for my cock, or something?” 

  “Y-Yes please.” 

  When Minho turned back to Felix with the bottle of lube and a condom in tow, he almost collapsed on the spot at the sight of Felix sprawled out so perfectly on his bed. All messy blonde locks spewed across Minho’s pillow, nipples oh so very red and swollen, and cock pressed against his stomach, just begging to be played with. 

  “You’re saying things so nicely— makes me wanna force you to beg for it, though.” Then Minho was getting onto the bed again, straddling Felix’s hips as his fingers neared the younger’s mouth. “Open, doll. And suck.” 

  Like always, the perfect little angel did what he was told. Sucking on Minho’s fingers like they were the tastiest lollipop in the world. And when Minho pulled them out of his mouth, he mewled in protest. But he wasn’t upset for long, upon watching Minho drip a good bit of lube onto his saliva-slick fingers. 

  Hand trailing across Felix’s body again, Minho caged him in with his other arm, breathing into the side of his neck and sucking a red mark into his exposed flesh there. “Relax, okay? Just take some deep breaths for me, babydoll.” And just as he was sucking in a gasp, Minho was fitting two fingers into Felix's warmth. 

  Almost instantly, Felix was stretching against Minho’s fingers, clenching in just the right ways. It made Minho’s cock ache— to fill him up with it and feel that clenching around his throbbing skin. But instead of doing that just yet, he gradually slipped a third finger into Felix. 

  Felix reached out, grabbing ahold of Minho’s arm that was positioned between his legs. His eyes were wide open, pink lips parted, and neck red. 

  Minho studied his face, the way his brows were furrowed, and how he had lost his breath. “Want me to stop? If it’s too much,  you can just say baby boy-”

  “N-No! Don’t stop. F-Feels… so good, you stretching me out like this-” Felix cried out, flopping his head back onto the pillow just as Minho slipped in another finger. He was up to four and had little to no resistance against Felix’s heat. “But… need more, please. Please- Daddy.” 

  Minho could tell that the name came out involuntarily. Like Felix was used to saying it during sex when he was getting fucked by random college dudes, and it was common to slip from his tongue. It did something to Minho’s brain, made the synapses in his mind short-circuit just a tiny bit. Brought him back to days past, when Minho would spank him and make him cry, make him ride his thigh in defiance, and beg him with the same name over and over again, just to get off. 

  “Oh, so I’m daddy again, huh?” Minho taunted, fucking his fingers in and out of Felix a little more rougher this time. Pulling a mix of a moan and curse from the blonde underneath him. 

  “God— yes. And I need you to fuck me right now, daddy. Need your cock inside me or I think I’ll actually die,” Felix begged prettily, his mouth opening and tongue lolling out in ecstasy as Minho twisted his fingers up into that gooey spot inside of him. "Been... Been wanting to feel your cock again for fucking years- want you to stretch me out and ruin me, daddy..." 

  Raising a quizzical eyebrow Felix’s way, Minho stared down at him with a dark look. Then his mouth was nearing his chest again, tongue teasing Felix’s nipple. “A little demanding now, aren’t we? You must want my cock pretty badly.” He was biting down on Felix’s flesh then, in tandem with the way his long fingers stroked inside of his warmth. 

  All Felix could do was nod in reply, his head bobbing up and down. And right then, Minho envisioned what it’d be like for Felix to give him a blow job— lips parted around his cock and losing his breath as Minho hit the back of his throat. 

  “Fine, I guess I’ll stuff you with my cock.” Minho said in a lilting, deep voice. Pretending like he didn't want to do it- teasing Felix and acting like he hadn't thought about that very thing for years on end. He was mocking Felix, that much they both knew. Because Felix was well aware of how badly Minho wanted him— it was apparent by how much Minho’s cock was leaking precum, by how flushed his neck was. 

  So after that, Minho was yanking his fingers out of Felix. Much to the younger’s surprise, who cried out at the absent feeling inside of him. Then Minho’s teeth were ripping into the package of the condom. But before he could fit it around his length, Felix was reaching out and stopping him. 

  “When I said I wanted you to breed me, I fucking meant it. Want all of your cum, daddy. Please… give it to me.” His words were very convincing, and before he could even realize what he was doing, Minho was setting the condom to the side. 

  Instead, he began fisting his cock with more lube. Lathering the sweet liquid around his hot skin. Then, without any warning, he was stuffing his fingers into Felix’s mouth. Forcing him to suck on them, to taste himself on Minho’s hand, and get overwhelmed by the smell of sweet bubblegum. 

  Soon, Minho was lining his cock up to Felix’s middle. And it felt like his warmth was sucking him in, just begging to be fucked. So that’s exactly what Minho did. Slowly, he began to sink into Felix. His walls felt delicious around Minho’s length, hugging him in just the right way. And before he even knew it, he was filling the blonde up to the hilt. His hips were meeting Felix’s ass, as his hands grabbed ahold of his waist and pulled him closer.

  Felix whined at the stretch, and Minho caught the way his eyes clouded with unshed tears. His cheeks were painted a deep shade of red as he bit down on his lips to hold himself back. 

  “Does it hurt too much?” Minho asked, concern painting his tone as he read the expression on Felix’s face. It was a mix of halted euphoria and pain. 

  “N-No, it’s okay. I just… need to get used to the size again,” Felix said with a tiny bit of hesitation. Then his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull, his neck becoming exposed as Minho slowly drew out of him. “E-Everyone I’ve ever been with is always… so much smaller.”

  At that, Minho was gradually burrowing himself back into Felix, beginning to fuck him into silence. “Glad I’m helping you remember, then.” He chuckled darkly, his nails digging into the skin of Felix’s waist that would surely leave little red crescent shapes in his flesh later. 

  Then Minho set the pace a little faster. As Felix’s muscles relaxed and he got accustomed to Minho’s size, the older man began to go a little harder with his thrusts. The sounds of lube and precum mixing were delicious, and as Minho began to fuck him with more vigor, their skin slapping against each other rang out against the room’s walls. 

  Felix met his thrusts beautifully, shoulders heaving with each heavy breath he took. Minho leaned into his space, capturing the skin of his collarbone between his teeth and sucking on the sensitive flesh there. A scream thundered out of Felix then, as Minho drove his cock in a little faster. 

  “F-Fuck! Feels so good daddy…” Felix yelled out in between the sound of them making love. 

  Minho smiled against his skin, as he yanked away from Felix and stared down at the space between their bodies. Where they were meeting together so flawlessly, so wonderfully and sinfully. “Look at you…” Minho started, as his hands moved away from Felix’s hips and gradually settled against his knees, forcing his legs open so that he had better access to his warmth. “You’re pretty little hole is taking me so well— stretching around my cock so beautifully. Like it was meant to be filled with me.” Minho hit up into Felix, plowing his length into that gooey spot that he knew was inside of the blonde. 

  Instantly, Felix was arching his back off of the bed, tiny beads of tears running down his cheeks at the mix of overstimulation and ecstasy. “God— just like that, keep fucking me just like that!” The words punched out of him, as he swiveled his hips down against Minho’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway. Felix clawed out at Minho, fingers finding their way behind his back. They skirted down Minho’s spine, sending gooseflesh across his entire body. Then Felix’s nails were digging into the flesh of his ass, holding him close with each thrust. 

  “You close, babydoll?” Minho asked, grabbing ahold of the back of Felix’s knees just a little bit, holding him more open so he could stuff his cock into his pretty little hole. 

  Felix was biting down on his lips, nodding frantically. “Y-Yeah, real close.” He muttered breathlessly. Then one of his hands was breaking away from holding onto Minho’s ass and traveling down his body to tweak his sensitive red nipples. 

  Just then, Minho looked down at Felix’s neglected cock and got a wicked idea in his head. He reached down, taking ahold of it with his lube-covered fingers and beginning to tease it with a pulling gesture. The dual stimulation drove Felix crazy, as he let out a loud moan, and his walls tightened around Minho’s cock. 

  Minho could feel his release coming rapidly across the path of his desire. And soon, his cock was seizing up inside of Felix, and his veins were lighting up with fire. Breath heaving in and out of his chest, he chased his high and fucked his way up into Felix the hardest he had ever done in his entire life.

  “Goddamn it! I’m so close!” Felix cursed out loud, squirming in Minho’s hold, cock throbbing against the elder's palm.

  A bloodcurdling groan escaped past Minho’s lips then, as he finally found the cliffside edge of his undoing. He pumped himself dry inside of Felix, feeling his cum dripping against the younger’s walls in streaks of beautiful white. Then, as quickly as he had come, he was yanking out of Felix and watching the cum ooze out of his hole. And without any warning, Minho was moving up against Felix’s body, ass hovering over his face. 

  Felix already knew what he was about to do, the experienced little slut. So he slacked his jaw completely, tongue hanging out of his mouth like a rabid dog in heat as Minho stuffed his cock down his throat. Instantly, Felix’s tongue was lapping at his tip, swallowing the taste of cum and lube down like a champ. 

  “Holy shit— you feel so good like this… keep sucking on my cock just like that, baby boy…” Minho muttered, as his wet fingers traveled down between his legs and prodded at his own warmth. He could feel Felix’s hands grip his ass once more, guiding Minho’s hips atop his face as he sucked on his cock. 

  Soon, spit was drooling out of Felix’s parted lips. And the sight of his mouth stuffed full of Minho’s cock was almost enough to make him bust all over again. Felix swallowed around his length beautifully, the tears clouding the corners of his eyes as Minho hit the back of his throat. 

  “Fuck— I’m gonna come again…” Minho hissed out between gritted teeth, fucking his cock between Felix’s pretty red lips a little harder than before. At the feeling of the elder's length growing tight again with his coming release, Felix’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. “A-Argh, fuck baby, swallow me just like that…” 

  He was bursting inside Felix’s mouth soon after, the cum exploding inside his ethereal mouth and dripping down the side of Felix’s lips. He swallowed every last drop, smiling up at Minho with hooded eyes and a pleased look on his face.

  “Gonna ride you now— dance on your cock until you cum too.” Minho rasped out, giving Felix a wicked grin because this whole time, he knew the younger hadn’t found his release yet. 

  “I-I-” The blonde started to say, but then Minho was moving down on his body again, widening his hole with his wet fingering and grabbing ahold of Felix’s rock-hard length. Minho grabbed ahold of the base, sinking onto it with ease. “F-Fuck— oh my fucking god Minho, you feel so good…” Felix moaned out so loudly, that Minho was sure the neighbors could hear. 

  But in that moment, he didn’t give a damn what anyone else might be hearing or thinking. Instead, his hands found their purchase around Felix’s neck, squeezing there, underneath his jaw, just the tiniest bit as he began to swirl his hips against Felix’s. 

  “Oh my god- you fill me up so well,” Minho cried, throwing his head back at the feeling of Felix hitting that gooey spot inside of him. And it didn’t take long for Felix to grab ahold of his hips and begin drilling his length into him. “Can’t believe I wanted this long to dance atop your cock.” Minho said with a sinful kind of laugh, squeezing Felix’s neck just a little bit tighter. 

  Felix was so close, that Minho could see it on his face. Read it in the way his brows furrowed and his muscles seized underneath Minho. So Minho held on a little tighter to his neck, squeezing the tiniest bits of breath out of Felix. He mewled at the feeling, the tip of him throbbing between Minho’s walls. 

  “Can I cum inside?” The words came out of Felix’s mouth one by one, in tandem with each of Felix’s thrusts. And when Minho was nodding his head in a yes, Felix was squeezing his eyes shut and his shoulders were beginning to shake. “Oh god— I get to cum inside of you, oh fuck—”

  Just the thought of doing so must’ve done Felix in for one. Because soon, he was bursting against Minho’s walls. Minho could feel the ripples of the cum drip inside of him, as he moved back and forth atop his cock, milking Felix dry. Felix was a mess of limbs and desire underneath him, as Minho held onto his neck and watched him come undone in a delightfully angelic kind of way. 

  His entire body trembled with delight and a deep set of cries rang out from between his lips. And when he was done coming, Minho didn’t pull off of him. Instead, he laid against Felix’s chest and leaned up, offering him a few gentle kisses. 

  “What if I told you I wanna live like this forever— with your cock stretching my walls all day long?” Minho asked in a deep voice, he was only partly joking. He was staring into Felix’s eyes, reading all the emotions there and the way he had so much love for Minho in that instance. 

  Hands trailing up to his dark locks, Felix brushed aside some of the ones that had fallen into Minho’s line of sight, tucking them behind his ear. “I’d probably call you crazy. But then, I’d say— same,” Gradually, his hands danced across the length of Minho’s spine, making his skin tremble a tiny bit. “Sadly, we can’t do that. But I guess it just means— we’ll need to fuck each other a lot more from now on, right?” 

  With a heavy sigh, Minho began to sit up and pull off of Felix’s cock. “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that…” He said, offering Felix a big smile. The blonde’s entire focus was on him, eyes glimmering in the darkness of the room. 

  But before Minho could do - or say - anything else, Felix was reaching between them. His fingers were finding the warmth between Minho’s legs and were pushing up into his entrance. Slowly, he worked the cum and lube back into Minho’s puckered hole. 

  Minho breathed in deeply, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of Felix’s small fingers touching his sensitive rim. “Wh-What the fuck do you think you’re doing, mister?” 

  Felix shrugged nonchalantly, but the dark grin plastered across his face was devious. Showing that he knew exactly what he was doing. “So, what? We both can’t breed each other?” He laughed, his fingers pulling away from Minho finally as the older man collapsed against his chest. 

  Rolling his eyes, Minho turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Felix’s shoulder. “I never said that…” 

  “Okay, so then shut up.” 

  “Wow, you’re so mean to me. So bratty, and for what?!” Minho said in a light voice, running a hand through his sweaty black locks and pretending like he was offended. 

  “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was a crime to wanna stuff my cum into my boyfriend’s hole,” Felix said, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

  At his words, Minho stopped in his tracks. His heart froze in place in his chest, as he stared up at Felix with wide eyes. “Is that… what we are now?” 

  “Do you want it to be true?” 

  “Well… what do you think I want?” 

  Felix’s nimble digits trailed into Minho’s hair, playing with the dark strands. His gaze slid over to meet the older male’s again, as a tiny smirk cracked his resolve. “I think… you wanna fuck me all the time, and you want me all to yourself. And there’s no way you’d allow anyone else to have me after tonight.” 

  Tilting his head to the side, Minho moved upwards to press a fervent kiss to Felix’s lips. “All of those things are true,” he started, his kisses traveling to Felix’s warm cheeks and the tip of his nose. “But I also wanna share everything else with you too… all of our thoughts, your happiness and sadness. Every bit of life, I want to experience with you.” 

  “Lee Minho. Do not make me cry right now. Not after we just had mind-blowing sex.” Felix said in a deadpan kind of voice, glaring across the small expanse between them. 

  “Why? I love making you cry for me…” Minho taunted, darting his tongue out and swiping it across the edge of Felix’s lips. 

 “Oh, I see— so that’s why you never stopped me from getting emotional in front of you all the time before…” Felix said in an annoyed tone, taking a sharp inhale at the feel of Minho’s teeth scraping across his bottom lip. “Minho, don’t even start.” He knew what Minho was doing, and yet he was already moving their positions again. With some large effort, Felix managed to flip them over, so that Minho was below him and Felix was straddling his hips. 

  “What? Can I not overstimulate my boyfriend?” The term felt foreign on Minho’s lips, especially when it pertained to Felix. Even still, he grabbed ahold of the blonde’s shoulders and brought his face close to his again. “I want everything with you, even the overstimulated parts.” 

  Puffing out an annoyed sigh, Felix looked at Minho with dark eyes. “You’re trying to get me horny again, aren’t you?” 

  “Is it working…?” 

  “Yes. Now turn around and get on your hands and knees, so can eat your pretty ass out.” 

  After that, Minho needed no further convincing. Because how sweet it was, to fall in love and be dating a switch in bed just like you. The roles were always flipping and reversing, and that was the best part about it all. 

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[Sacrifice] Simon kalivoda x reader

A/n: hi!!! This is my first fic in like four months oh my god! I’m a terrible perfectionist when I wrote so I tend to start wips and never finish them! But I just recently watched fear street for Halloween and fell head over heels for Simon so I decided for my first fic in awhile to be of him! My man deserved better 😭🫶🏻 (this is my first lr second time writing angst? I believe! So apologies of it sucks lol!) I also have to update my master list I don’t write for half the people on there anymore! Also bold and small text means it’s a flashback! And italics mean it’s kinda in simons pov! This is my first fic of Simon so he may be a bit ooc! This is also not proofread

Summary: coming along with the group to save Sam, unspoken feelings arise as it becomes apparent it may be your final night alive. Tho you are determined to not let any of your friends die if you have anything to say about it. Y/n a brash girl decides to fight for love, and her friends lives. Even if it kills her.

Warning: angst, major character death, decapitation, brutal bread slicer, murder, bashing in someone’s skull, OD-ing, drowning, (probably more)

Saving Sam had been the right thing to do you knew this, you voted on not leaving her for dead in the hallway but it didn’t stop the fear of knowing you could be going to your death in a fucking grocery store.

You weren’t even sure how you got mixed up in this, oh wait. No you do remember, you were hanging out with Simon and Kate whilst they babysat doing nothing but talking about stupid shit, with Simon and watching jaws, and sitting in between his legs.

Everything had been fine Until deena had called Kate telling her that sams boyfriend had broken into her house for some dumb prank wearing a skull mask.

No one had expected the same dude in a skull mask to be in the house Kate babysat in, Rummaging through laundry? It was safe to say y’all were freaked.

Honestly none of you were prepared to fight century old murderers you all were along for this ride, but there was no way you’d be hopping off this ride. Not when your friends lives had been in the line, Fuck that.

So here you were standing in a grocery store in bad smelling lost and found clothes, watching as Simon told Sam exactly how to od.

Safe to say you didn’t think you’d watch Simon, your simon, your best friend and crush since diapers teach your other friend how to od on a Friday night. But there’s a first time for everything.

The epi-pens had been bunched in your hands as you listened to simon tell the group when each pile was to be taken.

“You need to take these in order. Now pile one takes the edge off. You’re gonna feel kinda like you’re being fucked by a unicorn!” Simon spurs off his hands gesturing wildly as he smiles at Sam and Deena through his eyelashes

“Pile two is gonna bring your core temp way down, you may feel slightly sick?” He shrugs, a deep serious rasp is in his usually carefree voice.

“Now you need to take a five minute interval between pile two. And pile three. That’s really important, okay?” A deathly serious look takes over his eyes as he stares at Deena and Sam

“Pile three brings you down and out, so you gotta take that “take five” or it’s all gonna go to shit!” Simon instructs his hands gesturing towards the pile rings glistening.

“How many of these do we have?”kate questions gesturing towards you carrying the epi-pens

“Y/n darling pass me the pens” Simon speaks softly, turning towards you, with a toothy grin; before taking them from your grasp lightly

And stating, “Tons like a thousand!”

“Wait? Epi-pens?” Deena asks her eyebrows screwn in confusion

“Epinephrine? Also known as adrenaline. This is what brings her back.” You pipe up determined smile on your face, a proud glint glistens in Simons brown eyes.

“This is Jesus!” He adds shaking the pile of epi-pens.

It was only when you were Smearing sams blood on yourself did you truly feel the fear set in; fear, determination, and anger was all that flowed through you. As you all took different corners in the grocery store a feeling of grief overtaking your heart. As you took the front entrance near The fruit and veg aisle.

Even tho no one had died yet, your old selves would surely have to die if you wanted to survive this. It wasn’t fair, why did you have to lose yourselves,

What did you and your friends ever do to be here today, in this grocery store leading killers away from your other close friend who was meant to be fucking murdered. It wasn’t fair, on anyone.

Century old killers had come to strike again and hurt innocent people, like Simon. He was the sole provider for his whole family, sure he’s a bit of a junkie but it doesn’t mean he should die.

It didn’t mean Kate should die, or josh, or deena, or Sam. No one deserved this not the victims who came before you, or the ones that would come after if you failed. You felt filled with determined to end this. Or die trying.

The fluorescent lights seared a deep blue through the deserted store. Your heavy breathing could be heard as ruby lanes singing surrounded your corner of the grocery store your feet planted on the floor in a crouch of the fruit and veg aisle the cool spray of the water that kept the lettuce wet could be felt on your skin it was oddly refreshing, you’d die wet, and with veggies. Tasteful.

Your forehead felt damp with a mixture is sweat and dew, as ruby’s singing growing louder and louder, your hand gripped your mouth with the strength of whitening knuckles to silence your breathing. As ruby crept closer and closer. Until the singing stopped?

Just as you let out a sigh of relief, the brunette girl had pulled you from your crouched position by your hair, springing up she swing her razor towards your face, knicking your cheek as you felt the sticky red substance leak from your newly acquired cut.

“You bitch!” You exclaimed the pads of your fingers stained a bright red, anger blazed in your eyes, as your fingers tangled in her up do.

Pulling her hair back with enough force to rip a chunk out of her head, the pale girl begin to kick and scratch at you, her razor blade discarded with the shock of her hair being pulled.

Her heels stepping on your converse clad feet, before she whirled her fist back, the sound of her fist colliding with your nose and cheek, her punch was enough to stun you as the bright red blood trickled from your nose, towards your lip, you could taste blood. Bringing your toungue up towards the top of your lips you licked the excess blood leaking from your nose. Breathing heavy your hair messy, and matted.

You Spat the excess blood from the punch into the linoleum flooring you begin to back up, slightly stumbling over your shoes.

In that time ruby had grabbed her razor and started singing, walking slowly towards your retreating figure, the cool leg of a ladder had pressed against your back. Not taking your eyes off of the girl you slipped through the middle in attempt to get away from her.

“Cmon ruby Don’t you know it’s bad luck to walk under a ladder!” You nervously chuckled the brunette just smiled at you. As your eyes searched frantically for anything to help you

a tool box had laid discarded by the maintenance ladder. The yellow rubber of the handle of a hammer caught your eye, like a angled beacon of hope.

“Alright bitch, let’s level the playing field.” You whispered your face hardened with anger as you crouched down for it, your hand almost reaching it.

before you felt your leg being pulled out from under you, as your body hit the linoleum floor with a SMACK! Groaning you turned over to face ruby, something unknown glinted in your e/c eyes. Pity? Anger? Or was it Sexual tension?

“Damn ruby” you smiled “take me to dinner first!” You wheezed out your body had hit the ground with enough force to make you see stars.

As the brunette psychopath smiled at you she brought her razor blade down towards you, whisky you wriggled underneath her weight, the sledge hammer sitting so close but yet so far away from you. Your finger tips only just scraped it, whilst Rubys razor cutt deeply at your arm, and then your stomach, a scream had left your throat as the white hot pain of being stabbed seared within your flesh. The girl had turned her razor blade whilst it had still been in your stomach. Tears leaked from your eyes, as you inhaled sharply stretching just fat enough to grip it by your side.

Your vision dotting with black spots as you closed your eyes and focused on what you could control, you tried to suppress the shock your body was going into by remembering Simon. And where you were and the pain you felt.

Feeling the pain meant you were still alive, focusing on what was happening meant you’d be alive to save Simon.

You refused to die here, in the fruit and veg aisle with a psychopath topping you, and stabbing you repeatedly. You knew what you had to do you had to breathe, as a million thoughts pounded through your skull.

Time it just right y/n-the side of her head -I have to save my friends-I have to save Simon-breathe y/n-I think I’m dying-I’m losing too much blood-fuck being stabbed hurts-

Rubys had tilted her head down, savouring this moment. it was the right time. Whirling the hammer as hard as you could into her skull blood spraying when the force of the hammer collided with her skin as it split the first few layers smashing her skull in the process,the deafening crack of rubys skull echoed throughout the store.

You didn’t even remember the war cry that left your lips as you smashed her. her black blood spluttered against your cheek as the pale girl tumbled off of you.

“Good riddance bitch.” You exclaimed, spitting the blood that got in your mouth on her dead corpse.

your hair messy and tangled,and bruises were sure to start forming on your body, as red pools of blood had stained your shirt, your body aching in protest with your movements adrenaline swirling through you. As you wondered your way further down the store.

Your bloody hammer in your hand, you were in desperate need on a fucking Band-Aid.

Kate’s screams weee the next to quieter the atmosphere of the store with fear, but you couldn’t worry about Kate. You needed pain killers.

Simon heard your screams, the blonde haired boy had known it was you immediately, stifling his sobs he held hope that you would survive.

Until he heard the crack! And then deathly silence. His ears rang with anxiety “oh no, no, no! She can’t be dead, she can’t be.” he found himself thinking at the insinuation of your potential death. Tears welled in his blue eyes as thick spit began to moisten his throat with his stifled sobs

He didn’t care about the chaos around him only you. Kate’s screams had been the next to fill the grocery store. The silence after hers had felt less forgiving.

the sticky substance had cling to you seemingly everywhere, your white band shirt had been sliced and covered in bright red pools of blood. Majority yours.

the sight of your disheveled appearance in a reflection of a fridge at the bottom of the aisle had you double checking it was you, blood covered seemingly every inch of you your adrenaline levels high, despite your desheveled appearance and your wounds you didn’t feel it.

You couldn’t you were running on adrenaline, and your only weapon a god damn hammer.

But you didn’t have much choice you decided, taking a shaky breath and moving further into the store, deena and sams discarded pill bowl was the next thing you saw.

Kates screams went quiet, and your shaky breathing filled your ears as your frantically beating heart slammed against your rib cage. As you crept towards where Kate was stationed.

Your hearing seemingly deafened, when you saw Kate’s carnaged head sheathed through in the bread slicer. A shaky “oh…my…god” left your lips as the souring ting of her blood stained your throat.

And you thought being stabbed was bad.

Every inhale stung with the bitter taste of blood that filled the air, it tasted bitter and stale, as the sound of running could be heard behind you. When both josh and Simon had piled out of two aisles not long after you. Them Too witnessing the carnage body of their friend.

The sight of Kate’s mangled body had stifled the boys “I think I’m gonna puke” Simon whispered, “me too.” You chuckled uncomfortably, simon could’ve sworn he had never turned his head so fast he almost had whiplash

When he saw you it was like everything melted away as Simon saw you, alive and breathing. Simon let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh fuck- y/n!” Simon exclaimed shakily, when he realised it was infact you, Simons heavy breathing filled your ears as he pulled you into a desperate hug, his pale hands clutching your head and lower back, as you wrapped yours around his back and shoulders Holding on for dear life.

Both of you had been shaking. “Oh my god y/n! Are you okay?!? Whose blood is that?” Simon rambled out, when he pulled back from the embrace.

“It’s mostly mine, but don’t worry I got a few good hits on her too.”

“Mostly yours?!?” He exclaimed giving you a once over “oh my god” he was so excited to see you, he didn’t even assume that you could be hurt. His fearful brown eyes turned to look at you it was enough to break your heart.

As you brought him into another embrace, inhaling sharply, when you realised

Your sledgehammer had been discarded next to you during your reunion, and the sight of a rapidly approaching Tommy slater was gonna put a damper on things, it was apparent time was of the essence.

So you did the only thing you could do. You pushed Simon out of the way with all of your might, watching the blonde boy slide away from you, his horrified expression sending a sharp stab to your heart.

Or that might’ve been Tommy’s axe that was planted in your shoulder, yours ears rushed with blood, your heart beating frantically in your chest, your friends had called out your name as your knees hit the linoleum with bruising force.

A delayed scream ripped from you, as Tommy’s axe sucured itself in your shoulder, you called out to your friends, your head staring up at Tommy’s bagged head anger apparent in your eyes as you brought yourself to your feet calling to your friends.

“GO RUN!” Before pain stakenly slowly pulling his axe from you left hand shoulder flipping it over in your right hand you looked Tommy right in his bagged face where his eyes should be and whispered a

“Fuck you.” Before swinging his own axe into his neck successfully decapitating him, his body cluttered to the floor as you stared at his flannel clad headless body before turning towards the way simon went.

Simons choked sobs had been enough to make you start crying more then you already were, as the blonde boy had began muttering to himself “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit” as he was sitting with his knees to his chest in an aisle fully believing he had just sealed the death of the girl he had loved.

“Si?” You spoke from the top of the aisle, the fluorescent lights made you look stunning, the blue and pink of the lights framed you as if you were an Angel.

“Y/n?!?” Simon called out his tearful eyes glistened in the lights, Simon was just happy to see you made it out from the clutches of Tommy, he didn’t care you were covered head to toe in blood, h/c knotted, and bleeding profusely. He still thought you looked beautiful leaning your bleeding body on the axe that could’ve killed you.

He pulled himself to his feet, running over to you, and pulling you into his arms, before sliding down to the floor, your bloody body being moved gently sideways in his lap.

“You-you saved me?” And “oh god why would you do that?!?” He whispered softly as he held your cheeks with such gentleness as he rocked you both, it felt safe being in simons grip.

Sitting in his lap had felt like everything would be okay. Like you finally didn’t need to fight anymore. Like he was going to fight for you. Simons other hand had been frantically putting pressure on your shoulder wound.

You were losing too much blood, your head felt woozy, and your eyelids had felt heavier then they ever were, your breathing had begun to shallow. Simon prayed that deena had finally killed Sam and this was all over.

And luckily for him one of those were true, Deena had succeeded in killing Sam, and bringing her back. And an ambulance and police cars had been dispatched.

With every rock of your body simon had held you with increasing tightness it was like he was forcefully holding ro this earth, for just a minute more.

He felt as if his prayers went unanswered when you gripped his pale hand he held to your face and whispered

“simon…si-“

“No! no, don’t speak save your strength” simon whispered gripping your blood covered hand.

“Simon-” Your grip, tightened.

“-im d-dying, I want you to have this.”

Simon had felt like he had just been stabbed you couldn’t be dying! How could you just accept that you were dying?

Wheezing as you gripped the cool silver of your locket, tearing it from your chest, your chest rattling with each breath.

“Si I want you, t-to have it.”

your eyes drooped before lazily staring up at him through your eyelashes.

Letting go of his hand on your cheek you Brough your hand to his cheek before smiling up at him your teeth covered in blood, your body groaning in protest as you begin to move your head forward to place a lazy kiss on his lips.

Slumping back slowly to your previous position in his arms blood began to trickle from your mouth as you choked out a

“Oh si- p-please don’t cry…”

He didn’t even realise he had been crying.

As Your hand shakily held his cheek throughout your love confession placing a bloody hand cheek on his pale skin, you attempted to smile a bloody smile.

“Remember…I’ll always…be… with you-“

“I love you”

Before your grip on his cheek loosened, falling to the floor limply, before…nothing? The grocery store grew silent, It was silence for the last time that night. There was no sound of your breathing, or his friends screams, or the sound of splashing water or the sound of shoes running on linoleum, only his own choked sobs.

“Y/n? Y/n please answer me” He cried wiping his cheeks of his tears your blood staining his hands as you lightly smacks your face.

“Cmon y/n” smack! “wake up!” Smack!

“Please y/n…” simon muttered in defeat, his sobs loud enough to alert his friends what had happened.

“Please don’t leave me” he cried his grip tightly holding your cooling cheeks your head lulling to the side limply with any movement.

You had looked so peaceful in his arms, your eyes closed, a ghost of a smile on your face, it was apparent you had no regrets.

You were prepared to die for your friends, and die you did, you were brave in life, and braver in death.

Though it didn’t stop simons distraught thoughts to cloud his judgement, he was looking for someone to blame, was it Sams fault? She disturbed the witch, was it deenas? For asking you all to save Sam sacrificing yourselves in the process? Was it’s Kate’s? For being so sure that this plan would work? was it Josh’s? For telling us about Sarah fier, or was it his own. For bringing you here and not turning you away? Telling you to run for the hills and never look back? Or was it your fault? For pushing him out of the way. Simon knew it was wrong but be blamed every single person there.

None so much as he blamed himself, clutching the locket he gave you it reminded him of the time you told him that you’d never take it off, you’d rather have died then taken off the locket.

The chilly night air of the park had bitten your skin as you sat on an old park bench, wrapping your arms around your shoulders and attempting to rub out the goose bumps that had begun to form

Checking your watch every two minutes “god I swear! If simons left me out here in the cold I’ll kill him.”

You spoke staring up into the stars angrily, kicking your foot off of the park bench and jumping down you decided to start your walk home, in the cold, dark night.

In shady side, alone. Yep you were definitely gonna kill him. You had made your way half way down the path near the cover of trees before you heard hurried footsteps and heavy breathing.

As they wheezed out an exhausted “y/n!” Before yelling again a little louder, “y/n!” You knew it was Simon but you were still a little mad at him for making you wait thirty minutes in the cold alone at night so you decided to you with him.

“HELP SIMON!” You yelled out mustering hopefully enough faux fear to fool Simon that you were actually in trouble before you let out another blood curdling scream.

“Oh god y/n?!?” Simon called out running in your general direction, stifling a chuckle as you hid yourself behind a tree, laughing at simons scared expressions.

You actually started to feel a bit bad when he called out for the 3rd time in a row voice wavering as he did so, so you knew it was time to throw in the towel and come clean.

Jumping out at simons turned figure shit eating grin on your face at the scream he let out “holy shit! You should’ve seen your face!”

“Oh haha, very funny y/n! I see how it is” Simon sulked sitting down on the dew covered grass breathing heavily, hands on his knees.

“Oh come on! You can’t really be upset?” You asked, planting yourself next to him on the grass, kicking his leg with your leg.

Truth be told he wasn’t upset, he was just relieved that you were okay, and just scared about what he felt when he didn’t see you at the park bench.

“Yes I’m upset! I thought something happened to you!” He exclaimed shaking his head, chuckling at something that popped into his head.

“Whatre you laughing at?”you asked, smiling wildly before placing a hand under your chin and smiling cheekily “My devilish good looks?”

Simon scoffed, “pfft- no! They are no laughing matter!” He said kicking your shoe clad foot lightly “but what I was laughing at was if you ever did get attacked? Can you imagine that? God they’d go crying back to their mamas if they ever faced you!”

“You’re a kicker!” Simon exclaimed toothy grin on his face as you let out a mock gasp “ah! I am not!”

“You so are!”

“Am not!” You pushed

Simon smiled “Are too”

“Am not!” You frowned pulling up some grass and throwing it at him

“Are too!” He replied “but I love ya anyway”

“Oh shut up! You blushed

“what did you want anyway? You called me to the park at the middle of the night and then left me for 30 minutes!”you spoke turning to look at the blonde boy

“Ah! Right, I wanted to give you this.” He replied looking suddenly bashful as he searched his pockets for something.

“I uh…think I lost it when I was looking for you?” Simon spoke scratching the back of his neck as he searched his pant pockets coming up empty handed aside from a button, a stick of gum, and a tissue.

“Simon!” You exclaimed in exasperation“what was it anyway?”

“It was uh, it was a locket!“ a blush littering simons cheeks as he grinned an embarrassed smile his tooth gap on full display.

“Awww Simon, That’s so sweet. thank you! If we ever find it I promise I’ll never take it off!”

Both you and Simon spent three hours in that park in the middle of the night searching for your locket, no flashlights, just the light of the moon.

It didn’t matter if you both caught a cold a couple of days later, both you and Simon had spent hours together searching, you didn’t find it.

If Simon was being honest majority of the time he was just looking at you, in the moonlight, your hair falling in your face, as you chuckled at how dumb this whole thing was.

“Hey y/n why don’t we just call it a night and go back to yours?maybe watch a movie if something?” The blonde boy asked slightly disheartened by your disappointed expression

“Aww okay!” You called back hands on your hips and frown on your face, as both you and Simon walked back to your house, the warmth of the pretty much empty house was already better as you both snuck back into your room turning on a vhs of some random movie you had throwing off your shoes and getting under your covers

Pulling Simon down with you, as you laid your head on his chest, at first the boy didn’t know what to do his hands stayed away from you until you looked up through your droopy eyes

“What…areee you waiting for? Put your arms round me” you slurred sleepily Simon brought his arms to rest around your midriff as he called out your name

“Y/n?”

“Mm”

“I actually didn’t lose the necklace…”

“Hmm then Why did we spend hours looking for it?” You asked your head still planted firmly on his chest, eyes closed on the verge of sleep

“I just didn’t want the night to end…”

“I didn’t want it to end ‘ither, god I love you…” you yawned out giving in to the bliss of sleep

Simon froze at your words his eyes blowing wide, he just pulled you more into him holding you close to his body.

“I love you too.” He smiled placing a kiss on top of your head “I love you too…”

The memory just made him want to cry over and over again.

Until the red and blue lights off the ambulance and cop cars arrived, his tears shone in the reflection of the lights as he stifled his sobs, his hands gripping your body tighter as the paramedics piled in.

he wouldn’t let go of your body, clinging desperately too you. His friends hands on his shoulders were the only thing that got him to let go. Even tho he physically gave you over, your weight felt like it was still there, choking him.

Joshs face has been watching Simon his hand on his shoulder concern clear in his features “simon…”

Simons red and blotchy face wet with tears glanced up at him

“she’s dead, josh.” His voice hardening anger and despair setting into his voice as he continued;

“she’s dead because of me…”

[theghostofashton]

wip wednesday

thank you to @carlos-tk @heartstringsduet @sanjuwrites @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe for the tags <3

The walk is fifteen minutes, and he could take a train, but he always walks. Something about the city in the evenings calls to him, the changing colors of the sky, the string lights starting to turn on in apartment windows, the smells as he walks past restaurants with their doors open. Enough time has passed since the work day ended that the streets aren’t super crowded, so he takes his time, passing by shops and eateries – he finds a bakery to add to the list his dad gave him, he definitely wants to check it out soon – and ends up at Kimmel Center twenty minutes later.   “TK!” “Hey!” He catches Marjan in a hug and squeezes tight, just barely in the door. They keep missing each other, managing to make meetings that the other one isn’t at. This is the first one they’ve been at together since the first one, he’s pretty sure. “How are you?” “Good,” she says. “School’s been busy, but good.” “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” “I know,” she sighs. “My professors are kicking my ass, dude. I’m always in some study group.” TK winces. His own pile of work seems to just be getting larger, too. He ended up in a lot of politics classes this semester because he thought he was going to major in it. But they don’t have to declare until the end of sophomore year, and if this is what he’s in for for the next four, he may be having second thoughts. “You still thinking Psych?” “Yeah, I-” As they walk further into the room, she cuts herself off with and grips his arm tightly, forcing him to stop where he is. “Whoa, what?” He turns his head and realizes she’s disappeared from view, fingers still locked around his bicep. “Marjan, what’s going on?” “Do you see her?” Marjan’s voice is barely above a whisper, coming from directly behind him. “See who?” Her free hand motions toward who she seems to be talking about, and directs his vision over to the opposite side of the room, where a girl in a pink hijab is standing and chatting with a group of people. He recognizes Connor, the club President, and Rahul, his VP. There are a couple of other people he doesn’t know. He hasn’t seen any of them before. He wonders if they’re new. “Who’s that?” “Her name is Aliya,” she replies, still sounding way too quiet. TK looks from the shy, longing look in Marjan’s eyes to the wide grin on Aliya’s face as she laughs at something Connor’s just said, and then he understands. “Oh my god.” “Don’t,” Marjan mutters weakly.

getting to this kinda late so just gonna leave an open tag!!

[darkpoisonouslove]

1, 2, 5, 7, 12, 19, 26, 33, 39 for yet another writing ask game (I tried to pace myself, believe it or not 🤪)

(Mhm, I can see that! XD)

yet another writing ask

1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

Why would you do this to me? Don't I already have enough WiPs on my plate? You know this is only ever going to end one way.

I'd say Prey on the Heart. I do like the descriptions of the setting and the worldbuilding but *pinches bridge of nose* Valtor is SO OOC, I'm in literal pain. I don't know what was going on through my head but oh, boy! Then again, it's been almost three years since then and my understanding of the characters has definitely improved plus my headcanon game has evolved too!... Now I feel the need to add that to the pile of WiPs. I. Am. Mad. at. You! 😤

I'm also definitely touching up the three chapters of Gifts Are Given To Be Taken if I ever get to writing the rest. And same for Have No Name for My Heart. That one is such a downer. 😅 I need to rework the tone completely.

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

In general? Murder mysteries. I LOVE murder mysteries (though I'm somehow way better at identifying the red herring (as such) than the actual culprit)! But they require way too much research and that's literally the bane of my existence. So, uh, yeah... that Scream AU for Winx is probably not going to happen.

In particular I feel that I'm unable to write the Winx rewrite. Like, I want to! I have so many cool ideas that I'm excited about! But I lack the motivation and the sheer size of it scares me. Besides, there are so many rewrites out there that it feels like a waste of time to do that when I can be working on Griffin x Valtor (or a Griffin x Faragonda or Marion... or anyone really) fics, which are... mostly my niche (not to monopolize the ship but *looks at the Griffin x Valtor tag on AO3*).

5. What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

I can't think of one? If I don't want something associated with my account, I just don't post it. But I guess, generally speaking, I wouldn't want to tag something if it's spoilers. AO3 luckily has the "creator chose not to use archive warnings" and you can write an additional tag to the same effect if it's a trope you don't want to tag rather than an archive warning.

7. Your favorite ao3 tag.

I was gonna say I didn't have one but I'm afraid that if my answer here isn't angst, you will hunt me for sport. XD You know I love my pain and tragedy.

12. If you write in more than one language, what's the difference?

I write in Bulgarian very rarely anymore. I think the last time was in the beginning of last year and I have only written down a few ideas since then. But the key difference I feel is that I have a much easier time describing things in Bulgarian because the language itself is more descriptive. It's possible that I simply understand it a lot better than English since it's my mother tongue but I have also analyzed some Bulgarian texts and their English translations and while translations can rarely capture the full spirit of the original, I still feel that the Bulgarian language just offers more when it comes to how descriptive words are. Idk if that makes sense.

Another one is that I have a much easier time with varying sentence structure in English. Though, that might be because I've paid special attention to that while I haven't practiced it in Bulgarian... at all.

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

I want you to know that I have to try so hard to restrain myself from saying at least five different things about this:

She slid a hand between her breasts to touch only flesh instead of her monad necklace that was usually nestled there. Its shine was replaced by the gold she’d threaded into the plunging neckline of her nightgown with her own powers, all on Valtor’s insistence it would bring out her eyes. Despite the darkness trying to creep over her form, a smile was curling her lips at how right he’d been.

A draft disturbed the room, the air moving as if with something shuddering.

Griffin whispered his name. Only once. Like it was some cursed, forbidden knowledge. The power it held was immeasurable – greater than any spell.

Her fingers dipped under her neckline to trace a path for him directly to her heart.

As if offended by its thundering, a lightning tore through the blanket of clouds enveloping the castle.

The flash of light revealed in the mirror a pair of glacial blue eyes, pale skin and maroon fabric that would blend together with her nightgown perfectly if not for the gold threads distinguishing where her form ended and his began.

The darkness surged over the room once again a moment later, greedy, great enough to swallow even him, making it look like she was a lonely island surrounded only by empty air and the hazy glow of her magic. Yet, even that omnipotent cover failed to hide him from her.

He was silent, motionless, not even a gasp of breath coming from him to make the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The magic that had clung to her day and night had evaporated, leaving only a hollowness behind, a cold that made her shiver as if she’d been thrown out in the storm.

It didn’t matter.

She was dressed for him, in her favorite nightgown she hadn’t worn for anyone else – a tribute to him. She’d only needed to call his name once and he’d come running. He wasn’t leaving here until she was ready to let him go, until all the cards were on the table, everything revealed. No more distant voyeurism and half-lies, only naked truth.

26. What would you describe as OOC?

A behavior or action that isn't properly supported by the previously established characterization. For fics specifically, a character isn't OOC if the story took the time to take them from their canon self to the person that they are in the fic but there has to be a hint at least of why they are the way they are.

33. Give your writing a compliment.

You know, I'm starting to like my descriptions more and more! I'm learning to focus more on the vibes and that makes it easier to pinpoint which parts I need to describe. I was panicking about this one description I needed to do recently and then I ended up getting it almost perfect right away!

39. Wildest AU scenario you have written?

I answered this here.

[marypsue]

find the word!

I hadn't even heard of this kind of tag game until @monsterhunting tagged me! What a great idea.

The words Grace gave me are lean, stare, change, pull, and trust. I have to see if they show up in any of my WIPs, and then post the snippet they appear in if they do. This was an exercise in discovering how much I overuse certain words, so I sort of...picked a WIP for each word, and then picked the best snippet if there was more than one result. Samples under the cut!

lean

From why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday, the Steve/Nancy/Jonathan bodyswap AU:

“Great.” Robin hands him the video she’s holding, piling it on top of the stack in his hands with a careful little pat, before starting to back away. “Just – man the counter, do those rewinds, and don’t – go anywhere.” “Where do you think I’m going to go?” Jonathan asks, but Robin’s already hurrying towards the door behind the half-wall with the garish neon Family Video sign. Robin pauses just long enough to lean back around the wall and catch Jonathan’s eye. “Just don’t go anywhere!”

stare

From that same small town in each of us, the Stranger Things ageswap AU:

“You know something,” El says, her face getting scary again, and just like that, the decision’s made for Mike. “Not about Joyce,” he admits. “But my friend Dustin didn’t show up for school today. Nobody knows where he is. The last time anybody saw him was leaving this after-school science club last night.” Mike meets El’s scary stare, and adds, “And I know he doesn’t have…gifts.” Will’s voice, his eyes, are sympathetic, but his words are definitely not. “If the lab’s people shot El – maybe Dustin and Joyce were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “What – are you saying he’s dead?” “He could be,” El says, all soft, like that makes any of this better.

change

From former heroes who quit too late, the third and final part of the AU where (almost) all the Stranger Things kids have powers:

“Why did you say,” Lucas starts, cautiously, “ ‘while I’ve still got the chance’?” Mike looks up. He’s a little surprised Lucas even noticed that. He’s a little surprised Lucas has to ask. “One or more of us dead. That’s what Barbara said, right?” Lucas frowns at him. “That was if we can’t change it. It’s not guaranteed.” “Yeah. But we haven’t changed it, yet, have we? We don’t have the spy, we don’t know what’s going on with the Russians, we haven’t even been able to tell Hopper and Mrs B…and it’s already the fourth.” Mike laces his fingers together and pulls his palms apart, looking down into the basket he’s made with his hands. “We’re going to stop – whatever it is. I know. That’s what we do. It just – I just -” “It feels like you’re running out of time,” Lucas offers, and Mike shrugs. “I guess. It’s just – if the Mind Flayer really is back, or if there’s another monster, and it goes after us…” He has to swallow, hard, suddenly. Trying to breathe in this entryway is like trying to breathe soup. “El’s going to fight it. You know she is. She’s gonna be right out there in front of us, throwing the first punch.” Lucas nods. Mike pushes himself up out of the chair. Suddenly, he can’t stand the scratch of the woven fabric against the bare backs of his knees. “It just feels like I should say something, first. But she’s not making it easy. Come on, we’re gonna cook alive in here before Nancy and Jonathan get back.”

pull

From Something Borrowed, Something Blues, the sequel to Reincarnation Blues:

After a moment of apparent deliberation, one of the dryads gestured, and the branch Mabel had been trying to pull away from the woman’s face suddenly slithered away. The rest of the vegetation webbed around her started, creakily and in lurching, jerking movements like old stop-motion animation, to retreat into the soil. Two of the dryads had already gone to join their sisters trying to battle the flames. The third paused only long enough to catch Mabel’s eye and give her a long, hard stare, before hurrying off to join them. The second she was free, the woman Mabel had taken for Grenda gasped in a breath and then asked, almost demanded, “Mira?” She was looking right at Mabel. “No, sorry,” Mabel said. “Hey, how’d you get inside a tree?”

trust

From Blood Will Out, the The Lost Boys pseudo-sequel-slash-reboot fic featuring an OC sister duo and vampire girl gang because I am nothing if not Predictable:

When Edgar comes back, it is, unsurprisingly, with an implement of vampiric destruction. But the stake he holds out to Jamie is offered blunt end first. “Keep this on you at all times. Especially while you’re in Santa Carla. It might just save your life.” Jamie hesitates for a moment before taking it from his hand. It’s a beautiful piece of woodworking, unadorned, a little more than a foot long, turned and varnished so smooth and perfect that the grip sits satiny and comfortable in her hand with no risk of splintering. The end is sharpened to a point so fine she nearly pricks her finger on it. It’s surprisingly heavy in her grip, too, solid and dense. “Thanks, but -” Edgar cuts her off before she can finish the thought. “Don’t let my presence and my fearsome reputation lull you into a false sense of security. There’s still a serious undead element active in this city.” He pauses for just a moment, the only sign he’s uncertain at all, before adding, “And you can’t trust your sister.”

I'm going to tag @daddygrandpaandthebeaver, @mickeymagpie, @amethystunarmed, @enquiringangel, and @gretchensinister, and my words for you are: sharp, take, moon, pile, and dream.

[wicked-jade]

Tagged by @vimesbootstheory, thank you, dear! 🥰

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word. My word was FUEL.

F: From the next chapter of 'Karate DILF'. Anthony and Johnny finally get a moment.

“For the pizza, dipshit. If you have any left, you should fry it up and add it to the prosciutto pizza you’re making for dad. Don’t get me wrong, your first attempt was good, but it was missing something. And everything’s better with bacon.”

Dumbfounded by the boy’s sudden desire to be helpful, Johnny stared blankly at him for a few more beats before narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“Thought you refused to be part of this farce. Why are you helping me now?”

“Whoever cooks doesn’t do the dishes,” Anthony explained slowly, like he was speaking to a five-year-old. “House rules.”

“Not what I meant.”

U: I had a lot of problems finding sentences that started with a 'U'. Could've sworn I used the word 'unfortunately' a lot more than this. 😂 Anyway, I had to dig deep into the ol' WIP pile. Here's a snippet from my long-forgotten vampire fic, 'I Ain't Evil (I'm Just Good Lookin').' In this scene, Daniel is have having trouble coming to terms with Johnny being a vampire.

Underneath those soft, threadbare flannels Johnny was all rough edges, not a cultured bone in his body. He wasn’t smooth or particularly stealthy. And he sure as hell didn’t live in a castle. It was hard to imagine him guzzling anything besides his beloved Coors Banquet, needless to say blood.

He couldn’t even get the man to eat raw fish.

And that was another thing. He’d seen Johnny eat and drink! Usually it was absolute garbage, but still… Vampires couldn’t do that, right? Daniel let his eyes roam over Johnny’s weathered skin and sun-kissed hair. It was graying at the temples, just like his own. Silver claimed it’d been two decades, but Johnny had aged. Every year and hardship was carved into his ruggedly handsome face.

“You can’t be a…” Daniel shook his head, lip caught between his teeth. He still couldn’t bring himself to say the word, even if he was thinking it. It was too preposterous. “You can’t! I’ve seen you in the sunlight! Both of you! We train outdoors, for god’s sake!” he pleaded, voice high-pitched, edged with hysteria.

E: 'E' is for Eli, lol. This snippet is from the long-delayed next chapter of 'Delinquent Valley High':

Eli flipped the book open to the flagged page. He stared blankly at it for a good 20 seconds before he finally realized just who and what he was seeing. His eyes widened in shock.

“Is that…”

“Uh huh,” Robby said, fighting back a smirk.

“No way!” Eli cackled. “That can’t seriously be Sensei Lawrence?”

“Why not?” Robby asked, innocently slurping at his milkshake.

“Because this kid’s… he’s, well, he’s a  –”

“Dork?” Robby helpfully supplied. “A dweeb? A total fucking nerd?”

“Actually, I was gonna say he’s a dead ringer for Bert,” Eli said, tilting his head as he squinted at the page. “A taller, blonder Bert.”

L: And this one's from 'Heroes in a Half Shell.' It's a Halloween fic I've been talking about since last year but haven't posted yet. For some context, it's an AU where Johnny is the one raising Robby.

"Like, there probably aren’t any Ninja Turtles left. And if there are, they probably won’t be your size. Maybe if we wait and go to next year’s carnival, I can get you a really badass costume so you can win that contest. How about that?”

Robby looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “But I don’t care about winning. I just wanna go.”

It took all of Johnny’s willpower to not roll his one good eye. Jesus. Didn’t care about winning? Sometimes he really wondered if this kid was even his. Sure, he had the DNA test results to prove it, but those things could be faked, right?

They did it all the time on Days of our Lives.

Thanks again for tagging me! I'm gonna tag @desolateice and @phoomwhoosh and @newlacesleeves and anybody else who wants to play! No pressure, though! Your word is FIRE.

[wendelin-utt]

WIP Title Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

... @imtrashraccoon This is actually a very cool idea. Of course, the post they made you can find here. They found out about it through @/naturaldreamer (who you can find here) and I am gonna do it too.

Of course, I'll be including the fandom that these WIPs are a part of, as well as what type of medium I was planning on putting them in. Some might look very familiar to those that have seen my work before. And yes... I'll be listing EVERY SINGLE WIP (The title of the folder I have) I have in the works, be it in the pile of 'I'll get to it when I get to it' or currently working on it.

You can view it under the 'Keep Reading' section, of course.

Blooming from a Nightmare (UTMV) - Comic

Oceantale (UT AU) - Fanfic

Soulbound (UT AU) - Fanfic

Remake of Game (UTMV, was originally an Original) - Video Game

Bloom (UT AU) - Either Fanfic or Comic

Shinohana (UT AU) - Either Fanfic or Comic

Beloved Hope (Original?) - Fic

Bitty Interactive (UTMV, BittyBones AU) - Blog

Boop Comic (UTMV) - Comic (WE ALL KNOW WHAT THIS ONE SHOULD BE XD)

Colors in the World (Original) - Video Game

Cursed Sight (MC OCs) - Fanfic

Deck Card (Original) - Either Fanfic, Comic, or Video Game

Hearts of Dreams (Original) - Video Game

Objective Hope (Mashup between Beloved Hope and one of @mintycandycrumb projects) - Fanfic So, I forgot that Minty updated her OCs that are related to this project and raised a good point. Heh...

HERO of Rhythm (LoZ) - Either Video Game or Fanfic

Minerva (D&D) - D&D Campaign

Pixter (Original) - Video Game

Remake of Game, Electric Boogaloo (Original) - Video Game

Romeo and Cinderella (Original) - Fic

To the Other Side (Original) - Comic

Undertale Together (UT AU) - Either Fanfic or Comic

VG AU (YTMC/MC OCs) - Either Video Game or Fanfic

Those above are projects I actually know a basic premise behind and has a folder. Underneath, however... are just folders that I have in the folder for said projects that I have no clue what I was gonna do with them.

game project - All I know about this project is that it was gonna be DQB2 related, I think? All I know is that I have the colors for the character select in the only file in it that has anything of worth in it.

Of course, I should include the ones that I don't even have files on but still have information on. I might add more to this list later on because I might have forgotten about it. Most of these underneath have actual artwork I've made on paper.

Let's School X Undertale (UTMV AU) - Video Game

Moth (Sky:CotL) - Video Game

Floral Calligraphy (UTMV) - Fanfic

Splat! (UT AU) - Comic

Fell (UT AU) - Either Fanfic or Comic

Fake Apple (Original) - Video Game

Of Records and Skeletons (UTMV AU) - Fanfic

[djpain619]

WIP WEDNESDAY

So I haven't been able to do much this week. I got started on the Apothecaries and Refs today

I also dug through my Gray Pile Of Shame for the next project to add to the Que, and its...

The Aleniheim Angel Shares

My Blood Bowl Dwarf Team. They also are built to double as a Fumbbl Secret Leage Dwarven Engineer Team

They started out as an Anehiem Angels themed AOS Kharadron Overlords team... and kinda still are... but I've since changed their lore to be set in Blood Bowl and The Old World.

Around the time of Magnus the Pious and his War on Chaos, during The Old World, Anker Brüggards and Clan Lägrmëäd established first the Aleniheim Brewery, and later the Grogstout Arsenal in the Dwarf Quarter of Totengrad. This was in response to the Baron of Totengrad's blanket invitation welcoming all Dwarven Engineers that were fed up with the lack of vision of the Engineering Guild to come to Totengrad and be free to experiment to their hearts content. Totengrad is also conveniently located relatively close to Zhufbar, the Mecca of Dwarven Engineers. Zhufbar is notorious for allowing young and innovative Dwarven Engineers a freedom to experiment that would make the Engineering Guilds of most Dwarf holds projectile vomit and tear out their beards. Dwarven Engineers too Radical for Zhufbar find a warm welcome in Totengrad. Thus Totengrad has a robust and thriving Dwarven Community as well as a close Friendship, Trade Partnership, and Alliance with Zhufbar.

(Zhufbar is actually happy that Totengrad poaches their Engineers, cause as far as they're concerned they're a bunch of Madmen that they're happy to be rid of, they do all their R&D in Totengrad, meaning they don't have to deal with the fallout, and if they come up with something useful, Zhufbar is gonna be the first one the Totengraders are gonna sell it to due to proximity alone. As far as Zhufbar is concerned there's literally NO Downsides, the Dwarves of Zhufbar have no Grudges with Totengrad. Totengrad for their part wouldn't DREAM of offending Zhufbar intentionally, Zhufbar is Literally the only group in the neighborhood that doesn't want to destroy them. The rest are Undead, Ghouls, Greenskins, Skaven, Beastmen, and the Occasional Chaos Cultists)

A cornerstone of this community, as well as Greater Totengrad at large is the Aleniheim Brewery and the Grogstout Arsenal.

The Aleniheim Brewery is widely renowned among the Dwarf Holds, if not for the quality of its Brews, then for the innovation and quality of its brewing equipment. Their Original brews being rather "mid" by dwarf standards, its nonetheless beloved by any humans that try it... though it obviously pales in comparison to Bugmans Brews. Nonetheless Dwarven Brewers and Alchemists (Dwarven. Human, or otherwise) alike, across the world's edge mountains and the Empire would be willing to wage bloody wars to get a chance to aquire one of their Stills or Fermentation Vats. Infact, one of Aleniheim's most lucrative long term contracts is with Josef Bugman Himself to provide Brewing Equipment to many of his Numerous Breweries.

The Grogstout Arsenal is a subsidiary of the Aleniheim Brewery that started as their in-house Security Division. It has since grown to be the largest employer of Dwarven Engineers in Totengrad. They are Totengrad's Primary Weapons Manufacturer as well as Private Military Contractor and Private Security Provider.

Anyway here's the team. All the Linemen, Blitzers, Fire Slayers, Runners, Kickers, Ballzooka, Bombardier, CHAINSAW, and DEATHCOPTER

DEATHCOPTER

Here we have the Aleniheim Angel (Team Mascot) and the team Cheerleaders.

In the Middle is a Jakob Bugmansson model wich is supposed to be the team Coach/Owner Jörgan Brüggardson. Then the one on the right is the Kharadron Overlord from Cursed City. He's Supposed to be Brüggardson's Buisness Partner and CEO of the Grogstout Arsenal, Boris Bagger. I'm thinking of Rebaseing both to Square Bases so I can use them as Thanes to lead my Dwarf Gyrocopter fleet for The Old World (not yet acquired but on my wishlist)

The pile of Junk on the Left is supposed to be my Akhorne Proxy. Instead of a rabid Squirrel its a malfunctioning Robot Bird that slaughters anything that touches its Hoard of Shinies.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober ‘21 Prompt No. 15 — “I like that in you.”

Category: Original WIP: For The Stars Rating: T Timeline: an AU in which both Warren and Thrive are human CW: None Word Count: 1,099 Additional Notes: N/A

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PART III ➳ PART II ➳ PART I

Warren set his cup on the table and passed his eyes around the café, watching the families piled together with their lunches while conversing and laughing amongst themselves. He took stock of the strollers, the frazzled mothers and fussy fathers, the well-behaved kids and inquisitive babies cradled in their parents' arms. He squinted.

"I'm a little confused," he said, addressing Thrive wiping his fingers on a napkin across from him. "I'm not…hating this, exactly, but I think I'm missing the joke."

"What joke?"

Warren's brows furrowed. "I'm really trying not to assume the worst, here. Did you bring me to the Air and Space Museum to…gloat? To rub the fact that I'm not gonna be starting my dream career anytime soon in my face?"

Thrive folded his hands under his chin. "So you are upset."

"Of course I'm fucking upset." Warren's voice remained calm and appropriate for a public setting despite his words. "Look…I meant it when I said I'm happy you got the job. Envious, sure, but I'm happy for you. Nobody deserves it more than you. This, though…" He gestured around at the general building. "Unless this is supposed to teach me some kind of valuable lesson or you're about to drop the sickest life advice using aerospace technology as a metaphor, this sucks, Oliver."

"It's a date, actually."

"It's a—" Warren sat back in his seat, surprised. "…This is a date?"

Thrive nodded. "I took a calculated risk. I figured you were feeling low about being rejected by NASA, and in the short time I've known you, I've gleaned that you have a love of space that only rivals mine. Compliments, we'll say." Thrive's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "I wanted to try to remind us of why we love it so much."

Warren messed with the lid of his cup, popping one side of it off and back on again. "I don't mean for my gloominess to bring you down, too."

"It's not. I've decided not to take the job after all."

"What?" Warren almost shouted, then, quickly lowering his volume before he drew attention to himself. "Why in the star-spangled fuck—oh god, did you turn them down already? Gimme your phone, I'm gonna email them back as you to tell them you made a mistake…"

Thrive carefully pushed Warren's outstretched hand away. "I haven't solidified my decision yet." He looked as if he wanted to add something else, and his gaze darted quickly between the other museum patrons. He seemed to shut down slightly, shoulders tensing as he stirred his drink with his straw. "I'll inform them before the working day is over."

"Why are you doing this?" Warren pleaded. "You…you wanted that job so badly, I watched you pace the living room of the beach place for practically hours reciting equations under your breath. You left everything behind in Alaska for this, wh—why?"

Thrive caught his eye yet kept silent.

Warren felt a pit open in his chest. "C'mon," he said, standing to dispose of their trash in the bins before all but dragging Thrive into the main part of the museum.

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The two of them squeezed through a group of elementary schoolers on a field trip to fake interest in the wheels of half a commercial aircraft used to display the interior to visitors. Warren took a breath as Thrive bent to get a glimpse of the landing gear from beneath.

"Not to make myself out to be a self-absorbed ass or anything," Warren muttered, "but you're not doing this because of me, are you?"

Thrive turned a curious look onto him. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you were fine with jumping aboard until you found out that I'm not gonna be working there."

"It's entirely because of you."

Thrive moved on to a wall of information and interactive displays, leaving Warren shell-shocked. He hurried after him.

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Well," Thrive sighed, clasping his hands behind his back, "from the motel to here I kept thinking about this morning. I kept thinking about when I got the email, how enthusiastic I'd been at the prospect of working with you, and how disappointed I'd been when I learned that wasn't going to happen. Then I thought about it through the first half of the museum, and I couldn't stop hearing the dejection in your voice when you told me."

"That's not a reason to put your dream on hold," Warren said, his skin going hot. "It's not like I'd be going anywhere. And…let's face it, we're very new to each other."

He'd said this last bit under his breath, but Thrive offered a modest shrug. "If we're going to see more of each other, I'd rather something like this not come between us."

Warren shook his head and walked with him to another plane display. "You've only known me for three months, not to mention I am a grown man who can handle a little bit of career envy toward a potential boyfriend."

Thrive grinned slyly at him. "Bold."

"Please reconsider. If we do want this thing between us to work out, I don't want to be the cause of resentment down the line. I'm going to get a job at NASA if it's the last thing I do. Just…maybe now's not the right time."

A parent called out to their kid with a gleeful wave by the opening to the half-plane upstairs. It caused a brief but considerable distraction.

"You're almost as excited about my life as I am," Thrive said, leaning down to Warren's ear. "I like that in you."

"Yeah?"

"It's somewhat of a turn-on." Thrive cleared his throat. "I'll…reconsider. I can give it a week. A month. Only if you do something for me in return."

"At this point, I'll do anything."

"Stay with me." They both turned their attention to some of the overhanging planes. "Wherever that may be. At least until you can support yourself. I don't think I could sleep at night not knowing if you were able to eat or if you had a roof over your head."

Warren was proud, but he was also smart. He knew better than to tempt fate or to disregard a good thing when it waltzed up to him. Plus, spending more time in close proximity very much held appeal to him. "You got it."

They shook hands on it, and Thrive squeezed his arm. They went through the rest of the museum in much better spirits, and Warren moved into Thrive's motel room as soon as they got back.

[cenviswasteland]

For the fanfiction writing ask: 10, 18, 20 and 22 please. Also sorry for encountering the fandom loon in these parts, hope that doesn't sour your tumblr experience.

hey!! thanks so much for the ask :D let's talk!

[Re: "The Fandom Loon". to anyone that comes across this post after the fact, i recently got bombarded with spam asks from one particular person. feel free to follow this specific link if you'd like to experience the whole story hahaha. also no, my tumblr experience isn't soured in the slightest. i found it all pretty funny at the time.]

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

it tends to come in waves for me. i'll get the idea for one (1) fic, which adds itself to the pile of "things i'm writing". i'll work on one fic as inspiration hits, forget about it for an extended period of time, and then pick it back up again. this happens for every single fic i'm working on, as well as all my original pieces.

it's not an ideal way to operate, since it slows down my process severely, but eventually my AO3 will be populated by a whole bunch of really, really good work. i hope. right now it's a baren wasteland. oops. i promise i'll have some good fic content coming soon! i just have to get back into the swing of writing characters that are not my own.

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

oh, i LOVE doing research. it's probably my favorite part of the process. for example:

sorry, i know it's a little hard to see, but this is a FULL rack of tabs that i was using for my writing at one point. it's all direct research pages, note-taking google docs, etc etc. my wife (love her to pieces) eventually told me "that's going to destroy your computer" and made me bookmark and close like 90% of them, though. they live on, though! hahaha.

generally speaking, any AU fic is gonna require a little extra research. i really want to do "it" right if that makes sense. so that's looking up common tropes for the AU, background history / knowledge if needed, looking at other fics that have the same AU, etc etc. i'm not a super published fic author (sorry), but Promise it to me. took a lot of external research to get the terminology and speech right.

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

if we're talking in terms of "traditional AUs" (coffee shop, flower shop x tattoo parlor, college, fantasy, rockstar etc), i actually don't write a lot of them. i was working on a flower / tattoo fic at some point with a buddy, but that was between our OCs and it kind of flickered out. i'm kind of unpracticed when it comes to AU fics.

but more broadly, every fic i write is an AU or canon divergence in some way. such is the way of fanfiction. but i tend to stick closer to canon than i do to AUs. that's not to say that i don't love me an AU fic, but they tend to take a little more time (see above) and they don't go down as smooth for me. maybe that'll change with more practice. who knows? :D

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

at the end of the day, i'm a song-lyric-title guy through and through. when i get a song in my head, it actually really helps me figure out where i'm going with a piece. so that's where most of my titles come from.

before i get to that point, though, i'll usually make my title a keysmash or some basic descriptor. sometimes i tag the piece with a temporary name or something else basic:

and it's actually pretty rare for me to pull out a full, original title. not impossible! but very, very rare.

in general, if i'm not actively stealing a song lyric, the title will just be some description of what the piece actually is. i'm not a very creative guy when it comes to titles, haha.

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thanks again for the ask! again, i'm really happy i get to talk about my work and writing in general. if anybody else wants to send in an ask or two, you can find the prompt list here!

peace love and little donuts! have a nice day :D

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Pre Med Greyson is studying hard trying to get into Skywalk University. He's gonna be a surgeon and do Big Things one day and make his folks proud 🥲

He's not sleeping, he's just resting his eyes okay? Baby boy earned that break.

My iPad died before I could finish this and I'm in bed so the rules are I don't have to get up. So this one gets tossed into the "died as a WIP" pile. I didn't even get to add his freckles I'm so sad 😭

[mrbexwrites]

heya Mo, happy last STS of the year!! it's hard coming up with an original end-of-year ask, so I'm just gonna shoot off a bunch of questions, and you feel free to answer whichever you want/haven't already:D are you satisfied with where you're at right now in your writing journey? where do you hope to be at this time next year? do you have any Must-Accomplish 2024 writing goals? anything new you'd like to try in your writing (technique-wise, story-wise, scheduling-wise, structure-wise, etc.) next year? any stories you'd like to start? end?

Hi Cee!

Happy STS and all the best for the New Year!

Buckle up, as I'm going to answer all your questions, so this is probably going to turn into a massive essay (you know how much I love to ramble on!!)

I'm fairly satisfied about where I am as a writer; sure, there are areas that I'd like to improve on- such as descriptions- but overall, I'm pretty happy about my WIPs and how they've turned out. Most of them are first drafts, and need further work, so I'm hoping to improve my editing skills. I've had beta feedback which has been invaluable at helping me focus on areas that need to be worked on, which has been great!

As for 2024...I've been toying with idea of putting some of my work on Wattpad, or another similar website, to share the completed WIPs. I write a lot, and then I just... do nothing with them. They just sit on my google drive collecting metaphorical dust. Being an active participant in the writblr community has really engaged me as a writer, and made me more confident about sharing my stories with other people. So who knows? Maybe in 2024, Memento Mori and Blood Harmony will be up and available for people to read in full.

My 'must accomplish' is a pretty long (and unachievable!!) list. In my head, I'll be able to finish my rewrites of Memento Mori, then finish editing my first draft of Blood Harmony, then finish writing up the follow-up story (currently unnamed) and then I can start on a new WIP (A Light in the Blackest Sea) that I've outlined in the last couple of weeks. All of this in addition to my day job, trying to catch up on my TBR pile, etc etc. Totally achievable... *cough cough* <.<

As for my actual writing style, I think over the last few years, since I started on Memento Mori, I've found my voice as a writer. So the main focus for me is editing; I'm a terrible editor, I hate it with a passion, so rather than focusing on learning how to edit, I should just learn how to write a perfect first draft!! I'll add that to the list of achievable goals for 2024! 😂

I've sort of given the game away with beginnings and endings for WIPs. I'd like to finalise my current WIPs into proper first drafts, and finish my current unnamed WIP, before I make a start on the next project. I like to be methodological- I tip my hats to those of you who can write multiple WIPs at a time. I'm a plodder; I'll plod through one at a time until it's done!!

That's my plans for 2024- whether or not I obtain them is yet to be seen (I've never kept a new years resolution, and I'm too long in the tooth to start keeping them now!!)

Happy New Years/Hogswatch and all the best of the coming year guys!

[jiangcyan]

In honor of this wip Wednesday I give you another snippet from my sangcheng fic, which i'll hopefully finish sooner rather than later 😵‍💫

Being convinced to go down to the village a second time in a day just to get the fruit Huaisang craved had to be a sign of impending insanity. And no, Huaisang’s big, brown eyes had nothing to do with that.

Observing with a critical eye the fruit seller arrange his loquats in a small pile next to a worrying amount of ripe pears, Jiang Cheng instantly knew he would pay those yellow fruits much more than they were worth.

He was terrible at haggling, as Huaisang was aware. Despite that, he had still insisted for Jiang Cheng to be the one to go buy him his darned loquats, going as far as lying to Jiang Cheng's face, saying that he was just as terrible as him. When Jiang Cheng had reminded him that he had witnessed his bargaining skills back when he had bought his first rolls of fabric, Huaisang hadn’t missed a beat and replied that fabrics were completely different from fruits, and he had no idea of how much some loquats were supposed to cost.

Jiang Cheng could kind of believe that.

Pinching the bridge of his nose and asking his ancestors to give him strength, he traipsed closer to the fruit seller stand, wary of the gleam that appeared in the man’s eyes when he caught sight of a potential new client.

“Come, come! Come see what good fruit Zheng Mo has to sell!” he cajoled. “The sweetest pears in the region, coming straight from my father-in-law's orchard!” Jiang Cheng didn’t know one could look so proud about some fruit. When the man saw Jiang Cheng’s gaze stray towards the loquats, he smiled so big all his crooked teeth were on show. “I see my friend here has refined taste! Here, here,” he said, handing Jiang Cheng one of the smallest fruits, “try it and tell me if they’re not the best you’ve ever had! I picked them myself!” he added with some pride. Taking the proffered fruit, Jiang Cheng peeled it and bit into it, humming at the sweet, slightly sour taste that exploded on his tongue.

“They’re decent,” he admitted, popping the last of it in his mouth and letting the seeds fall to the ground. “But I’ve had better.”

“Ah, you wound me! What better, there are no loquats finer than this, only the gods know anything tastier! Here, I’ll make you a good price for them, uh?” he continued, starting shoving them by the handfuls into a paper bag. “Five pennies a bag, uh? Here, here, take it!”

“Five pennies? I won’t give you more than three.”

“Three? Now, don’t be so hasty. Four, and I’ll add one pear.”

“Two pears.”

“Two pears, done!”

Sending Jiang Cheng off with his little bag of loquats and two pears, the fruit seller told him to come back anytime, that he would save his best produce for Jiang Cheng to buy.

Ah, Jiang Cheng had definitely been ripped off.

Walking aimlessly around the market stands, Jiang Cheng grabbed one of the two pears and started eating into it, begrudgingly admitting that, for all of his boasting, the fruit seller had not been wrong and his fruit was, indeed, quite good. He was looking into a new mat for Jin Ling when a few words he wasn’t able to ignore caught his ears and diverted his attention from what the seller was telling him about her products.

“I heard he’s a destitute concubine. His master sent him off because he caught him stealing!”

“I would have never thought! Ah, but finding someone else to exploit didn’t take him long, did it? I should have imagined.”

“Yes, yes. And to live with an alpha, unmarried… It’s really too shameful!”

“Sir, are you gonna buy this or not?”

Attention back on the task at hand, Jiang Cheng nodded, mouth tight. He handed the woman her money and, grabbing the mat with more force than strictly necessary, stalked as far away as possible from the gossiping women before he committed something he would probably regret later.

[frogsandfries]

Sketchbook Six

I mean, okay, not actually but yes, actually?

Whatever.

Anyway, so a while ago, kind of on impulse, I bought this roll of national park washi stamps. Wasn't sure what to do with it. Since I've taken to occasionally sticking washi scraps in my sketchbooks, I figured why not.

I've been putting the dates when I started using and finished using the sketchbooks, but I decided to add the date that I finished each sketchbook, which for me is adding the tabs.

And I've also taken to decorating the spot where I put my number so I can be texted if I ever lose my sketchbook and some kind soul wishes to return it to me.

I wish the paper I used for this cover had more stamps. I'm thinking about finding a bunch of passport stamps online and figuring out how to make them into a transfer. And then I can seal the paper. Until then, since I still don't have anywhere to display my sketchbooks, I'm going to put them away.

I'll definitely force myself to think twice about making a new sketchbook once I reach about fifty unused sketchbooks.

I probably won't finish assembling

this sketchbook for a while, but I do need to get a move on assembling

this one.

And for now, I just have that last kawaii sketchbook waiting in the WIP pile. I'm gonna try to put some materials together while I wait for the next urge to make some sketchbooks--print some frames, fold some signatures, cut some cover boards.....