closed starter for @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales (dewey)
"Can I at least get a first letter to your government name now?" At this point, Milo didn't even really care what Dewey's name was; it was just sort of the ongoing thing they had now. "I feel like if blowjob jokes don't get me one letter, I'm gonna have to start upping the ante."
"Now, do I gotta worry about you lookin' like a lobster tonight or do you not come up crispy when you're this exposed to the sun." He teased, pressing a kiss to her shoulder to show he was joking. "Because as much as I love the idea of seeing you wet and mostly naked we could just do that at home." @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales
"I told my brother's nosy stay-at-home-fuck-buddy that you were the love of my life and we were planning on eloping. Because he was being, as already stated, nosy." Cass said it all quickly and nonchalantly as he sat down at the bar, leaning over it to smack Lynx's ass and then settling back into his stool, grinning ear to ear. "What kind of drinks are you serving up tonight?" He asked, not giving the other a moment to process what he'd said before. "And also, would you want to come home with me in the morning? I have this mental image of you all tied up in my bed and I'm dying to see it become a reality," Cass told him, cocking his head to the side as if it were all just innocent questions.
Thanks @hushed-chorus & @ionlydrinkhotwater for the tags ❤️ and to everyone who’s been tagging me lately. I am Trying™ and I think I may have turned a corner yesterday working on two projects.
In that spirit I’m cleaning up my boulders turn into sand doc because I need to pick out some gems from the ever increasing trash of “maybe add this” so here are some darlings I am throwing away, all Simon POV bc I’ve been trapped in his head for over a month:
In the end there’s actually no contest, is there. It’s door number three: ding, ding, ding. Collect your prize. Spoiler alert! It’s loneliness.
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When I fist Baz’s shirt and shove his back against the door, there’s a moment where I can’t move, struck frozen by the image of countless other Simons, aged fourteen through yesterday, having this same fantasy that I’m now living.
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Stop my heart, I want to tell him. It’s yours anyway.
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Baz shivers and I look up at him through my lashes. He’s no longer frowning, but there’s tears in his eyes. He holds his hand out and I pull it to my cheek. Hold it there.
Penitence, then.
He thumbs over my cheekbone, almost absently. “Aren’t you going to finish?”
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“Baby,” I force every ounce of sincerity into the word, “don’t look at me like that.”
He tilts up his chin, sending his damp eyes into shadow. “Like what?”
Like I’m breaking your heart.
Like I’m the only one who can mend it.
“Like I’m not giving you a good show. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Sharing dead darlings is such a weird feeling because it’s like: here are all the things I am going to cut please tell me how much you like them! But I also like showing people that there are often times you get so stuck in a WIP that you’ll literally throw anything on a wall to see what sticks. Ultimately what helped was releasing the idea that this fic needed to be about the sex. Because that’s what started this fic: ooh what if Baz and Simon have some hot infidelity sex where Baz is cheating on Lamb? And has quickly devolved into why doesn’t Simon let himself have nice things…
Accepting that I don’t care about the smut helped release me from the block and so this fic is FINALLY moving forward. Sorry to anyone who wanted fun sexy scenes… they are……… short. Oops.
Tagging @thewholelemon, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe (thanks to both of you for the amazing plot help yesterday ❤️❤️❤️❤️), @martsonmars, @artsyunderstudy, @bookish-bogwitch, @cutestkilla, @whogaveyoupermission, @shrekgogurt, @theearlgreymage, @yellobb, @larkral, @moodandmist, & @confused-bi-queer show me your WIPs! (If you want)
Ok also that third snippet “aren’t you going to finish” makes me think of Baz frowning down at Simon who isn’t sucking his cock like “baby you’ve barely touched your meal” and I’m laughing at my own revised scene
WHERE: The Commune
WHO: Olivia (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)
"Well that's a hell of a thank you," Ward said as he laid next to Olivia on his bed. Reaching over to his bedside table he pulled out the pack of smokes he still had, pulling one out, he lit it and took a slow drag. Holding out the pack to her he asked, "Must be some wallet, what it real leather or something?" He'd found it during a laundry shift, it currently in clear view on the bedside table so it wouldn't go missing again.
Where: Sammie's Place
Who: Tarnya and Rhys (@ofxlilac)
Tarnya had a few drinks in her, maybe a homemade Edible in her so she was a bit bolder than she normally would be. She smirked at the bartender when He came back to get another order from her. She looked down at her glass almost disappointment "Hmm, I think I'm sick of alcohol..." she bit her lip "What about you? Are you on the menu?"
Inviting Nathan over for dinner, Edgar pushed his insecurities away, just wanting the two of them to have a nice night together. He was sure that after enough time he would get over it, over the hurt. He just had to will it away. Dinner went well, as fun and pleasant as time with Nathan always went. Eventually they found themselves in the bedroom, a mixing of tongue and limbs. As the younger man's shirt came off, Edgar froze as he noticed a marking on his collar bone that most definitely had not come from him.
It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on him. Touching the bruising, Edgar tried to keep his expression and tone neutral. "Why do you still see them? Is it..." he didn't know how to even word the spiraling thoughts he was having.
WHERE: Vero and Lui's Place
WHO: Lia Flowers ( @endlessreruns )
"Damn," Vero mumbled as she lay next to Lia, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She turned to look at her with an amused grin on her face. "Remind me to thank Cal for the introduction. Although Juniper deserves part of the credit as well." Her grin shifted into more of a soft smile as she reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Lia's ear. "How are you feeling, gorgeous? Hopefully a little less stressed."