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WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! :) Thank you to @kiwiana-writes @ssmtskw @sherryvalli @littlemisskittentoes @leaves-of-laurelin @ships-to-sail @rockyroadkylers @inexplicablymine and @anincompletelist for the tags (so many of y'all this week omg mwah)

I posted this in the Brownstone already but I want to share it here too - it may be a while but... gymnast AU anyone?

Henry fucking Fox. Alex hates the man on principle. He garnered his fame through conducting an illegal move — in an infuriating flawless manner, Alex hates to admit — all sharp turns that could cut the pregnant silence that lasted the four seconds he was airborne. Fox’s precision was devastating. An admission of his perfection is one that you couldn’t pry out of Alex’s cold, chalked-up hands. Because, for lack of less petulant terms, it’s not fucking fair. If Alex had tried a move like that, he wouldn’t have gotten praise. There would be no standing ovation. No acclimation or praise in the media. No exasperation over the bravery he must inhabit to even dare such a thing. No, Alex would’ve been called a disgrace — would’ve been called out on his gall, the impudence he must have. He can imagine the headlines, the string of words that would appear next to Claremont-Diaz in bold font. Risky. Unkempt. Brash. Unprofessional.

Tagging those who hyped me up (THANK U) and everyone else I would love to see work from (no pressure and open to everyone as always) @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @everwitch-magiks @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @whimsymanaged @myheartalivewrites @cricketnationrise and @daisymae-12

dramatic eyes. dramatic lips. drama on the cheeks.

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Five fics under 500

Okay, so, I read a little too much fanfiction, this isn't even a comprehensive list of the amount of options I have but these are some of my favourites.

I was tagged by @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @suseagull04 :D

1. Terrible Things - @ssmtskw (T | 4k | One-Shot) Hanahaki AU, Hurt/ No Comfort, A truly clever way of formatting a story that uses a non-linear timeline. Also just read every single of Trace's fics, they are so good. 2. How well you play... that's up to you- @happiness-of-the-pursuit (M | 4.3k | One-Shot) Grey's Inspired AU, my best advice is to just experience it, I won't tell you anything else because you need to see it for yourself. 3. All of these Minor Feelings, are Majorly Breaking Me Down - ACDs_Coffee (M | 2k | One- Shot) A story that centers around Rafael Luna, following he announcemt of the Richard's campaign, it's heavy and it's truly wonderful. 4. praying our bridges don't make waves - @anincompletelist (E | 82k | Finished Multichap) A Soulmate AU with Fake Dating that I could not put down, once I started I was so trapped I read this whole thing in one day. 5. The Anatomy of a Big Sister - politics_and_prose (T | 7.3K | One- Shot) A journey through Alex's relationship with Henry in June's eyes, it's truly one of my favourite ones.

And tagging five people so they share their recs too! no pressure! @raysletters @14carrotghoul @heybuddy-drabbles @affectionatelyrs @gay-flyboys

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 :)

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)

20 Questions Game for Fic Writers!

Tagged by @blairwaldcrf (I haven't done this yet to tag you so I'll take it as you tagging me.)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

It's only 14 right now but including the 4 I've orphaned so far, 18!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

It says 60,364! (not including the orphaned works)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Haikyuu, BNHA, RWRB, and Shameless!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

some part of me came alive | rwrb | 10,979 words

Smoke Slow | rwrb | 2,026 words

On the Off Chance | shameless | 5,780 words

Terrible Things | rwrb | 4,038 words

dreamy little you | rwrb | 1,666 words

5. Do you respond to comments?

I dooo I always dooo.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I repurposed for FP because that plot went down the worst way.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

To date it's probably some part of me came alive or Love Songs in the Key of Liam. (I'm realizing yet again that most of the shit I write have no comfort.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No one's directly spoken about it to me yet so no.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I don't know what kind I write LMFAO. Mostly fade to black beginnings of a hook up but full on smut I've not exactly tried yet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Haven't yet but I've been wanting to!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes but it's a very old oneshot someone requested me to translate in Tagalog.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Yes.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I had an elaborate outline and draft for a Matsuhana college AU once but... creative juices no worky.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Inner monologue probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue ALWAYS.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

This depends. Is the entire fic in a other language? Yes, bet. Is it not? Still interesting I would eat it up. (forever just happy to be here)

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Please don't perceive me.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Bloom. I'm plugging it because it's the first Matsuhana retrospective no comfort piece I wrote (that comforted me as I wrote it tbh), it's basically my firstborn on ao3 as well. I feel about it deeply simply because I also wrote this at a very memorable time in my life. I channeled a lot of shit into that thing, hence my unlimited overprotectiveness and fondness for it.

Tagging you guys if you haven't done it yet! @littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes @later-2-dae @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @movetoheavens @rockyroadkylers @user-anakin @affectionatelyrs @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heartitinthesilence @14carrotghoul @44whispers @arand0mdutchgirl

Deleted scene // Steven Berkoff, The Fall of the House of Usher // 3x06

"What about me?" Henry says. "Christ, Alex. The whole bloody time."

Broke: Izzy said “I want to go” because he legitimately believed his life’s journey had reached its end.

Woke: Izzy said it so that Edward could move on, a comforting lie in the service of seeing to his beloved captain’s emotional needs one last time.

Bespoke: Izzy went into the gravy basket when he got shot, where Sea Witch Buttons appeared to him and told him if he chose life, his ultimate fate was handling the customer complaint department at Ed & Stede’s Bed & Breakfast & Seafood Restaurant & Freelance Carpentry Business, and knowing this, chose death.

There's a sigh of reverie for each thought of her in mind. A silent form of worship, and a quiet prayer, all dedicated to her. This is what love is, to me, a lasting effect of a religion ingrained in the depths of my heart—one I have kept buried for so long I had accepted a life that carried on without such a concept—until, of course, you. Pounding at my doors, stringing with you the kind of consequence that seems good enough even at the face of eternal damnation.

I am no saint, however. In fact, I will never be one, but this remains good.

My scriptures tell me loving you is a sin, but I will have no qualms spending an entire lifetime to repent for each kiss, each hold, each embrace; covering ground and crusading over the maps of our skins. All this that I've done, I will continue to be doing, if only to serve my way of believing in a god that shows itself in the briefest of moments. He is there as I look into your eyes, she bestows upon me her blessing when our breaths meld together, it graciously leaves space for prayer when the gasping reach their peak, at the parting of limbs, within containing water — perhaps that is why Moses’ story continue to be passed onto generation after generation.

This was not meant to be tucked in the deepest corner of an abysmal closet.

I believe it now, have witnessed it myself, albeit not in its truest form. This is the closest I will ever get to Heaven, and I willingly resign to such fate. Even angels pale in comparison to your existence; divine, yet finite; immaculate, yet painfully human.

How can it possibly get any better than that?