Oh Christmas, My Christmas.

Seven Sentence Sunday!

Happy Sunday everyone! And thank you for the tags @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @littlemisskittentoes, and @blairwaldcrf! 💙

Here's a snippet from my eSports AU I'm working on that I really need to get back to, one of these days. The game is Valorant (because I'm a degenerate, stay with me here) and Alex and Henry play on opposing pro teams. 😁

Having your team's marketing and PR manager be your sister is a funny concept to Alex. On one hand, he's able to talk shit with her about the games and not have to explain the context, but he also feels weird having her go through his accounts during social media checkups every other month on the other. He'd feel a lot better about it if it were someone he didn't grow up with. “Nice try, but you’re dreaming big if you think you can draft statements for me lil bit.” “I can make a mean notes app apology, you know,” Alex proudly states, pointedly ignoring the disagreement that immediately comes. June scrunches her nose at him, “A point in time I hope we never reach.” There’s laughter from his team, who all receive Raf's embrace with delight.

I shall now be tagging you people in return (with absolutely no pressure, as always): @read-and-write-, @inexplicablymine, @kiwiana-writes, @44whispers, @14carrotghoul, @affectionatelyrs, @rockyroadkylers, @treluna4, @user-anakin, @movetoheavens, @hypnostheory, and anyone else who comes across this post! (Am I allowed to re-tag those who tagged me? Because if yes, all three of you too.)

Seven Sentence Sunday

Another excerpt from Daddy Issues (rwrb dads' storylines swapped, more snippets here & here), I am finishing and posting Claremont 2008 this week so hopefully I should finally be getting started on writing more of this soon!

Thanks to @ssmtskw @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes and @anincompletelist for the tags!

“One you probably haven’t experienced–dating apps. Dating apps are the worst,” Raf sighed. “Guys always think it’s cool and sexy to try speaking Spanish with me. Nothing makes me unmatch faster than copied and pasted Google Translate.” Alex hadn’t realized Raf was anything but straight, though Oscar didn’t react, so he must’ve known. Still, Alex had to ask. “You’re gay?”

Tagging some of the usual friends and some people I haven't tagged before but I love to see y'all's work, no pressure as always :)) @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @daisymae-12 @14carrotghoul @tintagel-or-cockleshells @sherryvalli @leaves-of-laurelin @celaestis1 @myheartalivewrites @welcometololaland Sorry if I missed someone's who already posted! Also if you weren't tagged but want to share, consider this open and tag me :)

WIP WEDNESDAY

Thank you to @leaves-of-laurelin @kiwiana-writes @orchidscript @ships-to-sail @ssmtskw @rockyroadkylers @sherryvalli and @heybuddy-drabbles for the WIP Wednesday tags.

I give you No Nut November,

Alex can feel his pulse in his finger tips. The heady way Henry is now gripping his waist is giving him all over body tingles that reverberate down through his toes. Henry leans into Alex’s space and the close proximity is doing unmentionable things to his nether regions that have not stayed south, but are starting to rise to the occasion of the northern pole. “I think we have played cat-and-mouse long enough Alexander. I know you know what you wish my vibrating dildo was named, something I call out in the dead of night, softly moaning, imagining it was something much more real I was sinking down on.” “Uhh,” is all Alex can get out, struck dumb by the image of Henry fucking himself on a dildo named after him.

Giving you the only snippet of this work until it’s posting at the end of this month as a part of a larger series, because it is a gift fic for @kiwiana-writes and I don’t want to spoil the surprise ;)

Well… with that, toodles for now!

Open tag, please I want to see your WIPs!! @adreamareads @alasse9 @cultofsappho @celaestis1 @celeritas2997 @indomitable-love @iboatedhere @kill8a @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hey-holtzy @lem0nademouth @arand0mdutchgirl @nontoxic-writes @three-drink-amy @tintagel-or-cockleshells @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @happiness-of-the-pursuit @read-and-write- @hypnostheory @myheartalivewrites @historicallysam @rmd-writes @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @welcometololaland @zwiazdziarka @thinkof-england (and literally anyone else please I subsist on your little snippets)

2. 5+1 fake frat boy Alex

3. ATLA AU

feral for both of these tysm xoxoxoxoxo

HEHEHEHE HI ROOP. Thank you for asking about these babies. OKAY. SO.

2. 5+1 fake frat boy Alex

— is basically the five times all signs point to Alex's reputation of being a frat boy, and the one time Henry finds out the truth behind it himself. (The truth being that he's just really an animal shelter volunteer who obtains all kinds of possible scratches and minor injuries from animal-related activities. LMAO.) It's mostly light-hearted and meme-ish. Here's a snippet instead since I've been sharing a bunch of this already.

The second time Alex's bad boy reputation is brought up, it’s when he makes his way through the cafeteria door with a number of bandages on one side of his face. Donning them like they were little scars of triumph.

Now, Henry is only about twenty percent convinced Alex is actually some mafia/biker gang/fraternity member — he's still adamant on not falling victim to everyone else's opinions about Alex's true nature, lest Alex is actually just a gravely misunderstood individual who actually has a heart of gold beneath his varsity jackets that always wrap around his figure.

3. ATLA AU

— As the working title¿ states, YES I MEAN Avatar: The Last Airbender. I'll give you some of the details about it since it follows the show's progression, which I know YOU'RE already familiar with a Good Amount. It will be multi-chaptered so I don't have an estimate on when I'll ever finish this yet, just that it exists (partially) as of now.

Characters:

Aang - Alex Katara - Henry Sokka - Bea Toph - Nora Zuko - Liam Appa - David Ty Lee - Pez June - non-bender

Parts I've written for Book One so far:

The Southern Air Temple Kiyoshi Island Fortune Teller Waterbending Master The Claremont-Diazes in the Iceberg Fire Nation Dispatch

ANYWAY. Yes. I don't know what to put here but thank you again ILY. 🫶

WIP Wednesday

Heyyyy it's WIP Wednesday, and I haven't written a single word since my last drabble on Christmas morning! Currently, I am grateful for WIPs that are staring mournfully at me from my docs, waiting to be completed.

Thanks be to @kiwiana-writes @firenati0n @ssmtskw and @anincompletelist for the tags this week!

As much as I've been trying to play my NYE AU close to the chest, I am simply bursting to share more with y'all, so I'd like to introduce you to a portion of the fic that had @ssmtskw apparently laughing out loud earlier.

“I have an idea,” Nora pipes up, the siblings turning their collective attention on her as a shower of rainbow glitter drifts to the ground at her feet. “How about you find someone to spend the evening with? Just pick someone who draws you in, whether it’s vibes or looks or whatever, and ask them to be your date tonight.” “I don’t need a date,” Alex retorts. “No, but you want one, don’t you? You’re always complaining about being our third wheel. So go find a fourth and make it a whole car,” Nora teases, squeezing Alex’s cheek. He swats her hand away and throws up his middle finger. “I’m not asking you to pick out wedding rings. Just find a hot stranger in a mask to grind on for the night.” “Can you not?” June begs, grimacing at the thought before adding, “Aside from the…grinding…she has a point, Alex. Your sister and her girlfriend are your only friends in a city of millions. It’s time to branch out, baby bro.” Alex rolls his eyes, ready with a fresh argument about how he has friends, thank you very much. But the words immediately die on his tongue, the bitter taste of a lie that he has to swallow back down quickly and hopes to drown in liquor later tonight. “Fine,” he grumbles, the hot pink arms of his blazer crossed dramatically over his chest. June reaches up and quickly ruffles his curls before throwing open the doors and dashing inside, Nora hot on her heels. After a brief moment of rearranging his hair back to its pre-sister perfection, he heaves a deep breath, opens the doors, and steps inside.

Tossing some no pressure tags out for my lovelies: @adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy@magicandarchery @ninzied @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @roseharpermaxwell @ships-to-sail @songliili @sparklepocalypse @statueinthestonetoo @stereopticons @suseagull04 @thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells @user-anakin @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew 

MOTHERRRHRUHHHHRRRRR.

Hi y'all! I'm commandeering today's weekly roundup, for some important reminders:

Drink water and wear sunscreen! Your skin will thank you in the future if you can make it through our monster-fighting years.

If you're like Alex and could kill a cactus, give your plants a water. Most of them like that. Even succulents need it every once in a while.

Listen to your older siblings, they generally have good advice. Yes Alex, I'm talking to you. You can give your opinions on it when Pez lets you take over.

Make good choices,

June

For Super Six and the Siren's Call, co-written by @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine and @happiness-of-the-pursuit. Credit for the amazing picrew maker to @elena-illustration!!!

Last Line Tag!

Thank you my beloved people for the tag, as always. @littlemisskittentoes @read-and-write- @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @happiness-of-the-pursuit @rockyroadkylers 🫶

Here's the last line I've written in my Exes to What? fic (gave it a working title and all). Hehe. Cheating a bit with the enclosed line but pls don't perceive me.

Karaokes were always the easiest way to loosen up a Henry Fox, even his favourite drink could never give him enough liquid courage to do so, but give him a mic and a dream and you'll have Henry in his element. (Alex is not entirely sure why he knows that, or still knows that; it's been over a year since they broke up.)

Tagging @blairwaldcrf @affectionatelyrs @later-2-dae @user-anakin @inexplicablymine @clottedcreamfudge @movetoheavens @mudbloodpotter05 and every who hasn't done it yet! Open tag!

Six Sentence Sunday

Greetings, my dearest loves. So...I find myself in a bit of a block right now, where I CAN write, but it feels like I'm walking uphill through quicksand to do it, and I'm convinced that all of it is garbage. So if y'all have any extra special words that might change my mind and maybe pull me from this funk, I would greatly appreciate it.

That being said, I do currently have...about 10? or so different WIPs in varying states of disarray living in my docs from which to choose a Six Sentence Sunday snippet, and this one I actually did write this week, while in the throes of this Writer's Block.

This little piece is from my upcoming song inspired fic, Come Back to Me, which is a gift I've been meaning to give @thinkof-england for literal months now and is almost finished.

Thank you, as always, to those who typed my little username into their tag lists today (bless you all): @kiwiana-writes @getmehighonmagic @tintagel-or-cockleshells @cricketnationrise Y'all inspire me to keep on writing, always.

Dream scenario, be damned. The spark of Henry’s mouth on his is more than he ever could have dreamt, in a million versions over countless years. It consumes him entirely, burning away the charred remains of what was left of his heart the night that Henry left to expose the still-beating organ beneath. It’s a flood, pulling him under the waves and daring him to come up for air, a request he doesn’t ever plan on honoring. It’s the storm still raging outside the windows, a spiderweb of lightning spreading across the sky above before an angry clap of thunder expresses its impatience at being asked to wait as they dance together in the heavens, never one without the other. It’s Henry who pulls back first, breathless, pressing his forehead firmly into Alex’s and inhaling deeply through his nose, eyes closed, as if committing every detail of this moment to memory.

Putting tags out there for as many people as I can (and if you want to be added to this list, please reach out, the more the merrier). I'm always so ready to scream into all of your tags on my reblogs, so just get ready. And as always, consider this an open tag as well! Feel free to tag me in all of the things!

@adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @gayrootvegetable @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @roseharpermaxwell @ships-to-sail @songliili @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @statueinthestonetoo @stereopticons @suseagull04 @thinkof-england @typicalopposite @user-anakin @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew 

Hello and welcome!

Replacing my pinned with a list of the stuff I've written for anyone checking my account out. Heh. Everything is sorted by fandom, and then word count! (And if there's something I should add to the tagging, please feel free to send me a message about it so I can make the edits.) Enjoy... hopefully!

RWRB

some part of me came alive - 10,979 words [college-ish AU, 5+1]

"Bye David." David's head snaps back to Alex's direction, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly you'd think it wasn't even there. Alex, having just removed his glasses again as he yawns once more, doesn't see it. David takes a couple seconds before slightly shaking his head, like he's just imagining something and is now actively wiping the thought away. He opens the door before he responds. "Bye Alex."

(Or: The five times Alex unintentionally calls Henry by his dog’s name, and the one time he does it on purpose.)

Francesca - 10,189 words [graphic depictions and references of violence/abuse/injuries]

Once, in a much worse place before all of this; Alex had worked for someone with one side of his office overflowing with books. He'd read all sorts of things there: Anatomy, selected works in philosophy, Oliver Twist, war hero accounts, law. Anything he could get a hold of in the dark, really. Among those books were a bible. There's a passage there that stuck— something he'd only read past but had barraged into the walls of Alex's mind three years ago, Book of Jeremiah, chapter 17, verse 9: The heart is more deceitful than anything else and is desperate. Who can know it?

Love Songs in the Key of Liam - 8,152 words [Liam POV/centric, 5+1]

It's fucked. He's fucked — Liam, that is. There was no way this was going to work. Ever. What's the next worst thing to growing up closeted in a typically close-minded neighbourhood? Probably developing a crush on your best friend who lives in said neighbourhood. (Or: The five times love songs reminded Liam of his now estranged best friend, and the one time it reminded him of someone else.)

Terrible Things - 4,038 words [Hanahaki AU, hurt/no comfort]

"How long?" That, he can answer. "A year or so." He croaks out, not really wanting to strain himself any further.

water in my hands - 3,521 words [sickfic(?), has references to illness, hurt/no comfort]

It takes Alex a good amount of time to realise; sometimes love just isn't enough to keep the world going, even if he desperately wanted it to.

no question (he'll hold your heart if you let him) - 2,837 words [June POV/outsider POV, post-canon]

June doesn't think much about it at first, putting the box along the pile, but she belatedly realises what it is and gets an idea. A satisfied grin makes its way onto her lips when she finally finds it, an edition of Astrotalk that detailed star sign compatibilities. June doesn't open the magazine all the way to the Libra section, stopping short at someone else's instead. (Or: June finds a box that contained one of her teenage fixations and goes through it for old time's sake.)

Smoke Slow - 2,026 words [shotgun kissing oneshot basically]

“Hey.” Alex says, just for the sake of saying something, the silence between them wasn’t stifling but he didn’t want to risk their interaction coming to an end just because he’s not engaging enough. Henry gives him a sideways glance. “Teach me how to do that.”

“Do what?”

“That. The shotgun.” For a moment, Alex briefly considers how idiotic that probably sounded to Henry. It wasn’t a hard task to mimic, but Alex had long thrown out his composure out the fences of Pez’s house when Henry put the goddamn stick into his mouth. 

i'll be happy (just to have known you) - 1,855 words [hurt/no comfort]

Henry resigns himself to the reality that Alex—albeit distant and unattainable—still managed to break through his dismal world and grant him a light he never imagined was still possible to exist. This was enough. This was more than he'd ever expected for himself. It was the universe's way of extending an olive branch in response to the cards he'd been dealt with. He'd be stupid not to take it.

dreamy little you - 1,666 words [crack-ish AU, post-canon]

"Of course, love, but would you love yourself if you were a worm?" This visibly stumps Alex. If the way his mouth just opened for a rebuttal and coming up empty is anything to go by.

only got a hundred - currently at 4,008 words

An ongoing collection of 100-word drabbles written according to the Brownstone server's prompts.

Haikyuu

Ceilings (he thinks it's not real, it is) - 6,009 words [light angst and pining with a happy? ending]

“Yo, you sleepy?” Takahiro meant to say that no, he isn't. That Issei looks stupid with his hair messed up like that. That he should be asking Issei that, with the bags under his eyes speaking for themselves. Instead, what comes out is, “I miss you.” It would be so easy to take the opportunity now. But still, Takahiro is terrified of ruining things. Or: Takahiro has graduation blues, and Issei makes him feel better, but things don't just end there.

Bloom - 1,444 words [two-dialogue challenge oneshot, retrospective? angst/no comfort]

Matsukawa Issei is not much of a sentimental person, save for special occasions where he has no choice but to reminisce.

Cruel (what your mind can do for no reason) - 1,012 words [light angst/comfort, implications of dissociation]

Issei struggles through a bad mental health night, Takahiro breezes him through the tail end of it.

Shameless (US)

big guns out, shoot now - 3,257 words [first kiss oneshot]

It's kind of out of character for Ian, really, he's always careful about not blurting out or doing shit that tapped into his feelings on the brunette, around the very subject of his affections. Has been, in fact, for the last two years and counting. Not that it got any easier to maintain, there are always slip ups (Exhibit A: right here, right now), but that's solely his problem.

On the Off Chance - 5,780 words [soulmate AU, ongoing]

To say Ian was relieved when he hears Mickey confirm how he did not, in fact, get his soulmate mark just a couple days after coming of age would be a huge understatement. (Or: Soulmate marks only show up when the younger of the pair turns nineteen– which isn’t uncommon, to say the least.)

Six Sentence Sunday

Today I am using Six Sentence Sunday to unveil my new banner and Official Title™ of the RWRB dads' storyline swap fic — though the working title of Daddy Issues has been fun, it really doesn't fit the ~vibes~ so without further ado, it's now named... Honey, you're familiar (like my mirror years ago).

This fic is lowkey an accidental song fic for "From Eden" and I'm kinda obsessed. Without further ado, enjoy this excerpt (warning for reference to loss of parent):

If Oscar Díaz were here, maybe he’d ask, “Isn’t that the boy you had that crush on, mijo?” Maybe he’d make an observation, something like “He’s a looker.” Maybe he’d urge Alex on, whispering, “Trust the Díaz charm. Shoot your shot, chamaco.” But he’s not here, and the truth is Alex doesn’t know what his father would say.  So instead, he just has to trust his gut — which is telling him to turn away from the hot almost-naked boys and approach the hot English-prince-son-of-James-Bond boy. He may be fully clothed — in a button down and blazer in Rio in August — but he’s featured in way too many of Alex’s dreams for him to miss this opportunity.

Shout out to @littlemisskittentoes for the titling help! And thank you to @kiwiana-writes and @zwiazdziarka for the tags!

I'm early-ish for once, so no-pressure tagging: @anincompletelist @affectionatelyrs @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @matherines @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @rmd-writes @saintlynomenclature @tintagel-or-cockleshells @ssmtskw @welcometololaland @14carrotghoul but if I forgot you and you see this, the tag is open! Tag me though so I can see :)