WIP Tag Game!

WIP Wednesday

Final WIP Wednesday update of Claremont 2008 because I'm going to post the final chapter Saturday :))

So many tags! Drumroll please, thank you to: @read-and-write- @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @anincompletelist @heybuddy-drabbles @ships-to-sail @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @sherryvalli @ssmtskw and @kiwiana-writes for the tags!!!

David, still in Henry’s arms, wiggles himself free now that they’re no longer hiking up the terrifying stairs that the three-month-old puppy hasn’t quite figured out yet. Alex has his eyes on Henry as he fondly watches over David while he sniffs around the entire living room, before finally settling down into a tight cinnamon roll shape on the dog bed placed in the path of a sunbeam. Alex can see the massive hearts in Henry’s eyes. “We’re not gonna get any schoolwork done this year if all we do is watch him all the time,” Alex jokes. “And you called me distracting.” Henry manages to tear his eyes away from the puppy to make pointed eye contact with Alex, looking him up and down like Alex isn’t dressed in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, like Alex isn’t wearing any clothes at all. Given that look, he might as well not be. “That’s because you are distracting,” Henry states, pulling him in for a heated kiss.

Consider this a tag back for Sunday to everyone who tagged me, since so many people tagged me, leaving me without many people to tag who haven't done it/I'm already kinda late to the game, especially for non-North American timezones. Thanks for sharing y'all's wips with me :))

WIP Wednesday!

Finaaally I get to post for this LMAO. It's Wednesday somewhere but for me today, too. Thanks for the tags @read-and-write-, @littlemisskittentoes, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, and @kiwiana-writes!

Sharing the longer version here because it's the most recent one I've added words onto the doc. An ongoing second part to my fic shameless plug Smoke Slow AKA my Firstprince shotgunning fic (to give everyone an immediate summary).

Alex doesn't start a counter for the days he doesn't see Henry, but he does keep a list of numbers in his mind; things he could remember on the night of Pez's party. You know, for research. The list starts with the resulting count for all the times he's kissed Henry, and had Henry kiss him back, 27. Next, the total number for every pet name that came out of Henry's pretty mouth, his tongue curling around his vowels and voice dropping in the face of pleasure, echoing repeatedly within Alex's ear tunnels, 13. Then, there's the number of times Henry clutched at his skin, held onto him, unknowingly burning Alex with every touch—pressing down the lightest of lights and the heaviest of weights Alex had engraved onto his flesh—that had ??? for it only because Alex lost count when it hit the first 50. Lastly, the accumulated amount for all the ways Henry's usually schooled expression lost its composure; twisting and painting variations of emotions on his face that had nearly caused Alex's pursuit to detach Henry's schoolboy image from the host a success; Alex had tied them into the veins that pop beneath his eyelids when he closed his eyes, a sweet 16. Suffice to say, Alex can't get Henry out of his mind.

Time to see what everyone's WIPs look like since I will always eat everything up. Tagging back everyone who's tagged me already, but also @user-anakin @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @blairwaldcrf @arand0mdutchgirl @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @44whispers @14carrotghoul @rockyroadkylers @movetoheavens @treluna4 @hypnostheory @cricketnationrise. This is an open tag too so feel free to tag me back if you take it hehe.

I might embark on a journey. Reading (almost) every single tsoa fanfic on ao3 from the oldest to newest (its 64 pages of fics)

If it was possible to like work part time and afford a place on your own anywhere it would change everything like the lives that would flourish the art that would be getting made the ideas and love and beauty that would be expressed it would change the world and they don’t want that…. They do not want that at all

(Not So) Six Sentence Sunday!

Getting back on my shit with this. (not really, I'm still so busy but the degeneracy prevails). Thanks for the previous tags on this @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @blairwaldcrf @happiness-of-the-pursuit. 🫶

Here's my not so six-ish sentences because if you don't count the chats, it's 7(?)? I can't math, but I hope the eSports AU snippet is enough to compensate.

Not sure if there's rules on tagging people who's tagged me on separate things that I haven't responded to yet but Feel free to use this tag for WIP Wednesday if you guys want! I want to see. (no pressure always) @littlemisskittentoes @later-2-dae @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @clottedcreamfudge @user-anakin @44whispers @14carrotghoul @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @movetoheavens @mudbloodpotter05 @hypnostheory

Last Line Challenge!

Not me, literally thinking about taking part in this challenge today despite not being tagged because I am utterly obsessed with the last line I wrote, and then @vanillahigh00 tagged me and made my whole day. Thank you, thank you, thank you, love for allowing me to share something I am incredibly proud of!

It’s Alex slipping every unspoken word of love on his tongue into Henry’s mouth and Henry swallowing every syllable.

Throwing out lots and lots of no-pressure tags to: @kiwiana-writes, @heybuddy-drabbles, @inexplicablymine, @sparklepocalypse, @daisymae-12, @oneofthewednesdays, @statueinthestonetoo, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @ssmtskw, @rockyroadkylers, @cricketnationrise, @affectionatelyrs, @anincompletelist, @ships-to-sail, @indestructibleheart, @suseagull04, and @littlemisskittentoes. Share those incredible last lines!

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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 :)

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.)

A Burst of Light, Audre Lorde