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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

...yes this is another fucking new WIP, no I am not making good choices. At least the WIP tag/current doc name is really, really unsubtle.

It's also significantly more than six sentences, if that helps?

“Look, man.” Alex grips one wrist with his other hand and brings his arms behind his head as he leans back, t-shirt riding up and exposing a thin strip of what appear to be very firm abs, and Henry is suddenly very much regretting ticking ‘no’ on the part of the form that asked if he wanted to engage in reciprocal sexual contact. “I had to sign a whole NDA that didn’t have your name on it just to get access to the one that did—obviously I’m not asking so I can turn around and put your fetishes on blast on Twitter. But you’re doing this here, not back in the UK, which means—unless y’all are planning to recolonise us and I missed the news—this is gonna be a one-time thing, or at least not super regular. Right?”  The back of Henry’s neck warms up thinking about regular—about a standing appointment in his schedule, obfuscated as carefully as his therapy visits are in case of anyone snooping but there nonetheless, a stretch of next times promising Alex’s hands on him—but Alex has already identified the exact reason why that won’t happen. And besides, he’s yet to experience Alex’s hands on him this time. “Right.” Alex leans forward with a lazy, promising smirk that has heat pooling in Henry’s gut. “Which is why I want to make sure you get exactly what you need out of this time. You went to all this effort; might as well make it one to remember, sweetheart.”

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to, so tagging @affectionatelyrs @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @blairwaldcrf @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

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 

seven(ish) sentence sunday!

this past week and a half i’ve been in SUCH a weird headspace for writing— falling into imposter syndrome, comparing my work to others, just generally feeling stuck. but last night i was finally able to put pet to paper and be happy with what came out!

thank you SO much for the tags @kiwiana-writes and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf !

have some kensington divergence angst 😌

Loving Henry was like that.

Like he’d suddenly been able to see the world around him in high definition. Like these pieces of himself that had always been muffled and far away were suddenly at his fingertips, accessible and beckoning. Like his body was suddenly mapped entirely anew—nerve endings attuned to the electricity of Henry’s touch, fingers trained to slot perfectly against Henry’s own, or against the dip of his waist.

Alex came alive with it, ready to take the world between his teeth and savor every morsel of it. Smiling brighter, laughing louder, feeling more.

Loving Henry had awoken something in him.

Loving Henry had almost killed him.

no pressure tagging so many lovelies! @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @ssmtskw @firenati0n @leaves-of-laurelin @wordsofhoneydew @anincompletelist @rockyroadkylers @mainstreamelectricalparade @gayrootvegetable @piratefalls @princehgejfmw @magicandarchery @leojfitz

Six-plus-some Sentences Sunday!

As always, thank you for the tag my beloveds @kiwiana-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @littlemisskittentoes. 🫶

I was able to add words to the eSports AU WIP, so here's a little Alex and Zahra moment for everyone who celebrates.

Alex looks at Zahra expectantly, still waiting for the reprimanding she’ll send his way, but she only sighs; the look on her face shifting into something softer. “We’re all mad at that manbaby from the other team, but dealing with him like this isn’t the best way to go at it. Just play like you always do, you don’t need to be aggressive to prove he’s dogshit.” And, okay. He can’t really go against that, can he? “Sorry, Z.” “Don’t be.” Zahra reaches over to pat the top of his head, ultimately deciding to completely mess with it at the last second and eliciting a laughter out of them both.

Tagging in return because I love when people bombard my feed with words: @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @gayrootvegetable @sallysimpsons @msmarvelouswinchester @inexplicablymine @44whispers @14carrotghoul @matherines @later-2-dae @blairwaldcrf @happiness-of-the-pursuit @firenati0n and everyone else who wants to join in!

Six Sentences Sunday!

Tagged by @kiwiana-writes, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, and everyone else with the tag-back from my tag-then. (LOL.)

Here are six sentences (lines?) from my ongoing Exes to What? fic that I have already shared in the server, but wanted to put it here as well anyway.

henryfox: I’m sorry, I can't tell whether I've made you up or if this is actually real. Letting out a snort, Alex sits up against the headboard and briefly ruffles his hair before he opens his phone to the camera. Giving it a grin and sending it over to Henry before he can stare at it long enough and decide to start a whole photoshoot. theagcd: [photo] theagcd: ill let u be the judge of that henryfox: Real, then.

Tagging back MJ and Rhys above, but also @read-and-write-, @littlemisskittentoes, @14carrotghoul, @44whispers, @blairwaldcrf, @clottedcreamfudge, @inexplicablymine, @affectionatelyrs, @rockyroadkylers, @later-2-dae, @matherines, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf! (open tag to everyone too!) Because this is where I'm reading my share of fanfic for now, while I haven't gotten the time to go binge read again.

(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

Sirius crumpled onto his trunk, Regulus’ arms guiding his fall. The pavement was cold beneath his feet.

Sirius blinked.

Regulus stepped away, pausing only to check he hadn’t fallen before retreating back across the street. Sirius watched him climb the front steps.

James yelled his name from somewhere round the corner but Sirius kept looking at his brother, their eyes locking one final time before the door closed.

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by: @annabellelux thank you!

“Look, I don’t know how the concept of privacy operates in your head, but my sexuality is my business. I don’t know what possessed you to discuss it and apparently work through my sexuality with Bunce, but-”

“Your sexuality?” Simon asked, stupidly.

I rolled my eyes. “No, the Queen’s.”

His eyebrows seem to furrow impossibly deeper.