#adreamareads

[cricketnationrise]

okay I'll play!

 a timestamp: 4:03 am - a location: a beach (like an ocean beach, not a lake beach) - a character: June Claremont-Diaz

Ooooh! I am a beach girlie myself, so excuse me while I project all over June for a moment. Hope you like it @adreamareads!

want your own ficlet? rules here.

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

beach, 4:03am

Usually, she sleeps like a baby at her dad’s house, but it’s four in the morning and June is wide awake. With a sigh, she gives up on falling back asleep, rolls out of bed, and throws on some sweats. She makes her way quietly through the house, collecting the essentials. She leaves a note for Oscar in case he wakes up before she’s back, and then June is out the door.

It's a quick two-street trip to the beach, and the sound of waves grows louder with every step she takes. Pre-sunrise, the world is still – too early for pets and all but the most dedicated athletes. June is almost never alone anymore, between her job and Nora and former-First-Daughter appearances, so taking this moment just for herself is unexpectedly nice, even if she’d rather be sleeping.

She rounds the last corner and the shore comes into view, eerie in the dim light of false dawn. With the first step onto the sand, June feels some lingering stress fall from her shoulders. Water, especially the ocean, has always relaxed her, always made her feel more connected and rooted to herself. 

She likes the lake house just fine, but she always misses waves when she’s there. It’s also become more Alex’s retreat than her own (despite it being their dad’s property), especially now that he and Henry are going to have one of their weddings there. California, and her dad’s house especially, feel more hers. Alex hasn’t ever lived here for longer than a few weeks at a time, needing to spend most of his time in Texas and then DC and New York for school. June loves Alex more than she’ll ever be able to properly put into words, but it's definitely a (slightly guilty) relief to be in a place that doesn’t feel like he’s a part of – a place where June can be the focus for once.

June picks her spot carefully and unfurls the old comforter on the ground, weighing the corners down with rocks. She settles into the center and pulls Oscar’s big camping thermos out of her bag. Big enough to fit an entire pot of coffee, its best feature is the outer lid that becomes a mug. June pours herself a cup and looks out at the waves, reveling in the mixed scents of salt air and coffee that she gets with each inhale.

A breeze lifts her hair off her neck, making her shiver, so she tugs her hood up. She brings her knees up and tucks them under her chin. Despite the early morning chill, June doesn’t want to be anywhere else. She lets the coffee keep her warm while she watches the sky slowly get lighter, watches the tide come in.

June lets the place wash over her: listens to the waves crash, watches the sun start to reflect off the surface, basks in the still peace of the morning. She’ll head back eventually, but for now, she’s more than content to be alone with herself.

[theprinceandagcd]

wip wednesday <3

i have been so MIA on Tumblr oops - sorry for all the games and things I've missed but I appreciate all the tags!! I'm scheduling this one to post at midnight on Wednesday for me bc life is a lil chaotic rn but we're making it!!

Today I have a tiny snippet of a sequel to my matchmaker kidfic that I posted over the weekend - a small handful of people asked for more with the universe, I'm a pushover, and I personally love them sm that I couldn't quite let them go yet :)

“So, when do you suppose I should ask him?”  Brie wrinkles her nose. “I don’t know, I’m only seven.”  Henry tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, catching his laugh in his throat. “Right. No insight, then, hm?”  “Insight?” Brie peers up at him, mouth open just enough that he can see her missing front tooth. “What does that mean?”  “It’s like… knowledge,” Henry explains, watching as the cogs in her brain turn. He’s constantly amazed by how bright she is, how much she actually craves learning new things. “So if you don’t have insight into when I should ask your dad to marry me, then you don’t know.”  “Oh,” Brie says, blinking. “Yeah, I don’t know. But I wouldn’t wait too long. Daddy asked, too.”  “Asked what?”  “If he could marry you.”  Henry’s heart skips a beat. “What did you say?”  “Yes, duh,” she tells him, flicking at his wrist with her index finger. “I love you.” 

tags under cut :)

@adreamareads @agostobuwan @anincompletelist @blueeyedgrlwrites @dragonflylady77

@everwitch-magiks @fckngyrs @firenati0n @fullsunsets @henryspearl

@heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @jmagnabo92

@kj-bee @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes

@onthewaytosomewhere @porcelainmortal @priincebutt @read-and-write- @sophie1973

@stellarmeadow @suseagull04 @thesleepyskipper @tinyarmedtrex @wordsofhoneydew + open tag for anyone who wants to play!! tag me if you use it <3

[cha-melodius]

Hey look! Words! Still not in the best place when it comes to my writing, but I'm enjoying this right now so I guess that's all that matters. Thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes, @orchidscript, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, and @sparklepocalypse. (I just realized the snippet I planned to post is nowhere close to seven sentences, oh well, not changing my mind now.)

The city buzzes with the activity of a summer night, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the clink of dishes mingling with the rumble of traffic. Alex stares idly at the magazine covers on display at a newsstand as he waits at a crosswalk; one loudly asks, Does Gen Z Have a Soulmate Problem? Alex can’t begin to guess what it’s supposed to be. The light changes. A car horn blares down the block. Alex blinks. When he opens his eyes he’s no longer in Brooklyn. To be fair, that’s the least pressing issue at the moment. Top of that list would be the absolutely excruciating pain on inside of his forearm, although the shouting and sound of running footsteps—and fuck is that gunfire?—behind him are certainly fighting for his attention. He looks down at his arm to find blood rapidly soaking through the fine wool of his suit, except it’s not his arm. The hand he’s staring at is white and larger than his own, with neatly trimmed fingernails in contrast to Alex’s bitten down ones. “Did I get fucking shot?” Alex asks the world at large. The voice that comes out of him is deep, and his vowels round like they’re fighting for an accent he doesn’t have. As if in answer, the guys running toward him start firing at him again.

Tags below the cut, and an open one for anyone who wants it, tag me so I can see what you're writing!

@clottedcreamfudge, @rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @14carrotghoul, @sherryvalli

@bigassbowlingballhead, @getmehighonmagic, @magicandarchery, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @welcometololaland

@iboatedhere, @nontoxic-writes, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @leaves-of-laurelin, @dumbpeachjuice

@firenati0n, @wordsofhoneydew, @indestructibleheart, @inexplicablymine, @cricketnationrise

@oxfordslutphase, @ninzied, @cactusdragon517, @adreamareads, @mirilyawrites

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @justabigoldnerd, @eusuntgratie, @myheartalivewrites, @heysweetheart-writes

@thesleepyskipper, @ships-to-sail, @porcelainmortal, @onthewaytosomewhere, @mikibwrites

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to everyone for the tags over the last few weeks (i will tag back under the cut). <3 appreciate the shouts!

here is a snip from the doc i have affectionately named nolan!alex / murphy!henry fuck around and find out, the actor au...collaborators to friends to lovers to exes to enemies to grudging partners to friends to lovers YEEHAW! pls forgive any editing errors <3

Alex's eyes are hot as he blinks back tears, Henry's profile blurring and distorting. “Tu me manques, remember? You kept saying that and I kept going ‘Oh, he's so hot when he's speaking French’ like the idiot I am. But I looked it up and it's not just ‘I miss you’, is it? It’s fucking ‘you are absent from me’, like a piece of me belongs to you, a part of you that’s mine. Why would you—why the fuck would you whisper this to me so earnestly every time you think I can’t hear you, and then turn around and pull this shit? Are you embarrassed by us, by me? Is the piece of me you have not enough?” Henry stands in front of him, eyes a little distant and haunted, fingers flexing at his sides. His silence cuts Alex to the fucking core, lances through him and gets him square in his traitorous little heart. A fickle thing, love is. Will he ever be enough for someone? Alex steels himself to say the words he’s been holding back, the words that have been pushing up behind his teeth for months, making his gums ache and jaw tingle.  “I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Henry. I deserve better. And I think you do, too. You just won’t allow yourself to see that, and it’s killing me.”

xoxo roop

+ no pressure tags under the cut and open tag as usual <3

@ninzied @priincebutt @suseagull04 @rmd-writes @leaves-of-laurelin

@eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @magicandarchery @getmehighonmagic @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

@cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @myheartalivewrites @dumbpeachjuice

@anchoredarchangel @sparklepocalypse @anincompletelist @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew

@tintagel-or-cockleshells @sherryvalli @lizzie-bennetdarcy @heysweetheart-writes @onward--upward

@celeritas2997 @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes

@14carrotghoul @cultofsappho @alasse9 @nontoxic-writes @kiwiana-writes

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @piratefalls @ships-to-sail @indestructibleheart @mikibwrites

@porcelainmortal @captainjunglegym @itsmaybitheway @tailsbeth-writes @welcometololaland

@adreamareads @duchessdepolignaca03 @sophie1973 @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd

[onthewaytosomewhere]

WIP WEDNESDAY

alright alright alright - so i'm getting this done now and using the tags i already got tonight thanks ever so much @theprinceandagcd & @priincebutt (and also for the sunday tag nico) 💚

i'm still on my southern philanthropy or liam/pez one night stand fic so that's what we're getting

Liam motions with his head toward the bar, and Percy nods; he feels Percy’s hand in his, and before he knows it, they’re in a roped-off area with its own bar. Percy leads him to a table with bottles of water and a bottle of some top-shelf whiskey with glasses on the table. Liam takes the water he’s handed and opens it, taking a swig as he watches Percy pour a couple of fingers into a glass for each of them over a couple of ice cubes. It’s interesting because he only knows two other people who drink it this exact way. Actually, he thinks it’s this exact brand; Henry’s made Alex’s taste in whiskey even more expensive than it used to be. It’s definitely not the Maker’s Mark they used to sneak in high school. The whiskey tastes smooth on his tongue, and Liam thinks about how other things might taste as well as he watches Percy’s mouth around the rim of his glass. As Percy’s tongue catches the drop of whiskey left on it when he pulls away his glass, he wonders what it might be like to follow that tongue with his own and chase the taste of the expensive whiskey into his mouth. He’s thinking about his tongue in Percy’s mouth as Percy says something he misses in his contemplation. The smirk Percy sends him alerts him to the fact that he missed something, and he pulls himself back to the moment and says, “I’m sorry, what was that?” “I was just wondering what you thought of the whiskey; from what I understand, whiskey is one of those things you southern boys drink; well, based on the accent, I’m assuming southern.” “Yeah, Texas.” “Huh, Texas boys and their whiskey, I guess,” Percy mutters under his breath and shrugs. Liam briefly wonders what he means by that but lets it slide for now. Maybe he’ll remember to ask later.

-- he won't remember to ask later lolz but he will figure out what he means

open tag for anyone who wants to play and other no-pressure tags beneath the cut cuz well, they still are messed up as far as i know lolz

also i got a stack of sunday/monday tags that i'm saying thank you so much for and well flinging them right back for wednesday tags 💚 @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste @tailsbeth-writes @firstsprinces @stellarm

@thesleepyskipper @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @littlemisskittentoes

& adding some that might wanna play and some to just say hi @adreamareads @agame-writes @agostobuwan @anincompletelist @dragonflylady77

@duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall @firenati0n @forever-fixating @getmehighonmagic

@heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inell @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway

@jmagnabo92 @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy

@mikibwrites @msmarvelouswinchester @nocoastposts @piratefalls @sophie1973

@thedramasummer @thinkof-england @tinyarmedtrex @typicalopposite @wordsofhoneydew

@yrsacdfox @cricketnationrise @cha-melodius @orchidscript @captainjunglegym

@eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @oxfordslutphase

[inexplicablymine]

A wild Beas emerges from her hibernation bleary eyed and blinking as the winter turns to early spring the trees whisper, “where you been loca,” and all is well.

TIS BEEN A MONTH BUT I AM BACK ~ in the world of Beas, did a big thing at work, learned to ski, celebrated another year around the sun, hit a big ao3 milestone, had the worst writers block the first quarter of the year, got stressy and depressy with the winter, and now … and now SPRING HAS ARRIVED AND I AM LIKE A PLANT EMERGING FROM THE SOIL, here and hopefully ready to be perceived again.

Sharing not one snippet but TWO to come back in style ;)))

Little Drummerboy

The language is crude, but his filter is decimated by the truth universally acknowledged that he is a man in want of being wanted one fucking time in his life without everyone leaving him. He doesn’t think that is too much to ask, but the universe has never been so kind as to give him human connection that wasn’t fraught with disaster every step of the way. To be known by the masses but to never be known wholly. To have those screaming his praises in the hundreds of thousands, but nobody to hold him at night when the shivers wrack his body and the demons come out to play.

The Kiss List

It is an undisputed fact of life on the Georgetown campus that Alex Claremont Diaz has a pair of lips and he knows exactly how to use them. Henry Fox, the ex-facto roommate extraordinaire of the “most kissable lips on campus” is entirely aware of just how good of a kisser Alex is. Not through any experience of his own as much as he hates to say it. No. Alex, his dear, sweet, delusional roommate of three years, has a kiss list. A color coded rank and file excel sheet with coding more complex than what it took to get the first mission to mars up and running. Henry can’t pretend to understand it when Alex comes back into the room giddy as all get out and pulls up the file. He has had a shotgun seat to the rollercoaster that has been Alex’s kissing conundrum over the last few semesters on campus.

Thank you to all of the insanely talented people who have tagged me this past month while I’ve not been around … your tags and enthusiasm for writing has fueled me through my hibernation, I will be catching up and back-reading just you wait ;)))

in no particular order: @alasse9 @indestructibleheart @rmd-writes @suseagull04 @read-and-write- @onthewaytosomewhere @firenati0n @zwiazdziarka @cha-melodius @wordsofhoneydew @three-drink-amy @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @kiwiana-writes @getmehighonmagic @sparklepocalypse @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @leaves-of-laurelin @itsmaybitheway @futureseaempress @welcometololaland @adreamareads @songliili @14carrotghoul @magicandarchery @anincompletelist @happiness-of-the-pursuit @sherryvalli @daisymae-12 @littlemisskittentoes @affectionatelyrs @gayrootvegetable @historicallysam @nocoastposts @gayrootvegetable @lizzie-bennetdarcy @porcelainmortal @ships-to-sail @agame-writes @iboatedhere @cultofsappho @myheartalivewrites @rockyroadkylers @bigassbowlingballhead @leojfitz @anchoredarchangel @dumbpeachjuice @smc-27 @dustratcentral @lem0nademouth

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Six Sentence Sunday!

Emerging from the depths of the land of the uninspired, exhausted muses, Val is here to share a little bit of writing from a WIP that is close to being finished, but isn't quite there just yet. The wheels have started to turn once more, so I'm hoping by sharing this and getting some validation from y'all, it might just give the muse the push she needs to get back in the game.

No tags as of 10:30 PM ET when I'm about to schedule this, so I'm going to start us off, and if someone tags me between now and midnight ET, I'm sorry in advance haha.

“Turns out attempting to suck my brain out through my dick is pretty fucking sobering because I want to commit it to the long term memory bank, so I’m fine,” he assures, and Henry believes him. The laser focus in his brown eyes, a look that Henry recognizes all too well. He’s seen it in the middle of the night, gazing back at him from the office where Alex was hunched over his laptop and surrounded by a pile of law books. He’s seen it in the kitchen, Alex’s tongue sticking out from between his lips as he attempts one of his abuela’s recipes. And he’s seen it in Kensington Palace, what might as well be in another lifetime now, lighting the midnight dark and filling Henry with a hope that he didn’t feel he deserved for a life that he is now living. “And I want it. I want you.”

Tags for my lovelies behind the cut! I've been hearing that Tumblr's got some weird, five tags per line rule, so I hope this works!

@adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @agame-writes @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead

@cactusdragon517 @captainjunglegym @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @duchessdepolignaca03

@eusuntgratie @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes 

@indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes

@leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery

@msmarvelouswinchester @ninzied @nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @onthewaytosomewhere

@piratefalls @priincebutt @rockyroadkylers @ships-to-sail @songliili

@sophie1973 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @suseagull04

@taste-thewaste @theprinceandagcd @thinkof-england @typicalopposite @user-anakin

@vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew @zwiazdziarka

[wordsofhoneydew]

happy sunday<3

thank you for the tags @cricketnationrise @duchessdepolignaca03 @junebugclaremontdiaz @cha-melodius @suseagull04 !!

some more junora <3

It's hard not to think about that night, especially when June is sitting on the couch with her feet propped up onto Nora’s lap. She’s gently rubbing at the soles of June’s feet with her thumbs, glancing every few minutes from the TV to her face.  Nora can't help but admire June; now changed out of her work clothes and  wearing a white tank top and shorts she stole from Nora. Her wavy hair is pinned back with a butterfly claw clip she only ever wears in the comfort of their home. June bites her lip in concentration as she focuses on her writing. Nora doesn’t realize she’s stopped rubbing June’s feet until she looks up at her with a playful glare. “Don’t stop, my feet are killing me.” June groans. “Flats are terrible for your feet, how many times do I have to tell you that?” Nora clips back, letting a smile spread across her lips when June rolls her eyes in response. “Or do you just need an excuse for me to take care of you?” Nora lets the last part slip, not necessarily regretting it but still remaining cautious of the reaction it pulls out of June. But to her surprise, there is none. June goes back to typing away on her laptop and nudges her foot back into Nora’s hand.

tags are always open<3

@bitbybitwrites @sparklepocalypse @bigassbowlingballhead @nocoastposts @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel @rmd-writes @heysweetheart-writes @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @tinyarmedtrex @agostobuwan @piratefalls @itsmaybitheway @read-and-write- @captainjunglegym @cactusdragon517 @firenati0n @firstprincexo @priincebutt @o0anapher0o @onthewaytosomewhere @getmehighonmagic @eusuntgratie @rockyroadkylers @happiness-of-the-pursuit @magicandarchery @songliili @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @oxfordslutphase @alasse9 @leojfitz @inexplicablymine

[everwitch-magiks]

Fashion Forward Friday!

Some backstory: a couple days ago, my wife went "Wasn't there something you wanted to do on Tumblr? Fashion Forward Friday, something like that?" Now, I have zero recollection of anything like that, but obviously we have to do it!

Welcome to Fashion Forward Friday! The game is simple: post photos of an outfit worn in your WIP, and ask your followers to guess which character wears it! 👀👀👀

This is from my newest WIP. Who do you think wears this ensemble? 👀 Let me know in the replies! 💜

Tagging some lovely people below the cut, and also anyone else who wants to do it! 💜💜💜

@clottedcreamfudge @smc-27 @indomitable-love @dumbpeachjuice @rmd-writes

@littlemisskittentoes @anchoredarchangel @welcometololaland @three-drink-amy @fuckingyrs

@cha-melodius @firenati0n @theprinceandagcd @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @adreamareads

@tintagel-or-cockleshells @cricketnationrise @celeritas2997 @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine

@read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @mainstreamelectricalparade @whimsymanaged

@myheartalivewrites @bitsnpisces @suseagull04 @wtfuckevenknows @kiwiana-writes

[affectionatelyrs]

Seven Sentence Sunday🌟

I've gotten so many tags today which means that I've gotten to read so many amazing snippets - thank you @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland @adreamareads @nocoastposts @itsmaybitheway @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @magicandarchery @getmehighonmagic @leaves-of-laurelin and @kiwiana-writes

I'm almost done with the truth or dare fic and like... I'm genuinely so excited to post it. It's been a while since I've posted, and I just really like this fic for some reason. So here's more than seven sentences because I can (and because I accidentally made people think that this fic is angsty last week and it's not)

“So…back to the game, then?” Henry seems to mull this over in his mind before replying, “Sure, why not. I could go for a few more rounds.” Alex doesn’t choke on the sip of his drink he’d been in the process of taking, but it’s a damn close thing. He doesn’t know if Henry knows how dirty that sounded, but Alex sure does. It does nothing to quell his imagination from conjuring up an image of Henry in bed, flushed and panting yet begging for more, that he can go again, that he can take it. That he can take Alex. Fucking… Fuck. “Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?” There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react.

No pressure tagging @anchoredarchangel @anincompletelist @sherryvalli @dumbpeachjuice @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @leojfitz @lizzie-bennetdarcy @whimsymanaged @everwitch-magiks @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @tintagel-or-cockleshells @inexplicablymine @orchidscript @cultofsappho @cricketnationrise @bigassbowlingballhead @myheartalivewrites and @matherines

[tailsbeth-writes]

Thanks for the tags @suseagull04 @firstprincehornyramblings @sophie1973 @run-for-chamo-miles & @taste-thewaste 💛

Happy September, the new banner is from my visit to the Balgone Sunflower Trail near North Berwick. I've been adding random sentences to so many WIPs this week, but The Prince & Me AU probs has the most new additions so here ya go:

‘Good game gentlemen, better luck next time.’ Philip shakes the hands of the opposite team, Henry can't help but think it looks all too deliberate. His smile is too stiff, it makes Henry itch just looking at him. He tries to shake it off, helping the stable hands to take the horses back. His horse Stiles is sensitive so a little after match TLC is fairly routine. Henry feels his chest steady as Stiles settles down, giving him soft strokes. He wipes his brow with the back of his arm, stopping in the doorway. When he puts his arm back down, that's when he sees Philip with another man further away from the crowd. He's passing over an envelope which Henry can only assume, is filled with cash. In a moment of madness, he's marching over and calling his brother's name.

Tag You're It: @onthewaytosomewhere @emmalostinwonderland @firstprincefairytale @miss-minnelli @seths-rogens @adreamareads @duchessdepolignaca03 @myheartalivewrites @bitbybitwrites & open tag 🫶🏻

[cricketnationrise]

some sentence sunday 24.3

HELLO I am momentarily back from a place of having nothing to share/not having enough time because i have another month or so of 6 day work weeks and so i have a lot of people to thank for tagging me in various writing things over the past [embarrassingly high number] weeks: @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @getmehighonmagic @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @three-drink-amy @firenati0n @inexplicablymine @heybuddy-drabbles @affectionatelyrs @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @leaves-of-laurelin @dumbpeachjuice @orchidscript @agame-writes @porcelainmortal @anincompletelist @iboatedhere @ships-to-sail @tailsbeth-writes @itsmaybitheway @indestructibleheart @magicandarchery @nocoastposts @lizzie-bennetdarcy @14carrotghoul @sherryvalli -- y'all are great

anyway some sentences! from a oneshot fic i'm posting called [redacted for spoilers] next weekend:

Alex sighs like Henry's the one being dense. “Okay. You know Angelina?” Henry’s gut sinks. “I’m familiar with your girlfriend, ye—” “Ex girlfriend, now.” “Oh, Alex, are you oka—” Alex brushes him off. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t pretend you liked her for my feelings’ sake.” And well, Alex has him bang to rights. Although Henry would eat his own left foot if he actually thought Alex knew the real reason Henry disliked Angelina. (And all of Alex’s other girlfriends.)

i'm tagging back literally everyone above, @cheesecurdsgravyandfries @everwitch-magiks @rmd-writes @montrealmadison @doggernaut @smc-27 @the-lincyclopedia @adreamareads @read-and-write- @clottedcreamfudge @historicallysam @anchoredarchangel and i'll slap an open tag on there for anyone who wants to share and needs the excuse

[theprinceandagcd]

WIP WEDNESDAY BITCHES (affectionate)

thanks @jmagnabo92 @onthewaytosomewhere and @ninzied for the tags!!

I've started toying with a "helping hand" fic based off this tweet while finishing up the lifeguard Alex AU. The premise is Henry having a broken leg and sprained dominant wrist, and that makes it very hard for him to... take care of his needs. "Straight" best friend/roommate Alex to the rescue! He said he would wait on him hand and foot... what's the harm in adding "dick" to the list??

It seems fun and the outline is coming along nicely, so here's the opening lines of that :)

“Ow.” “I did not fucking hurt you,” Alex says reflexively, tightening his arm around Henry's waist. Second guessing himself, he peers up at Henry's face. “Did I?”  “I bumped my elbow on the doorframe,” Henry replies, the muscles in his cheek twitching. “But I was only messing with you, yes.”  “Don't,” Alex whines, carefully maneuvering Henry to his bed. “I already feel bad enough.”  Henry looks at him incredulously. “Why? You didn't break my leg and sprain my wrist while I wasn’t looking, did you?”  Alex grabs an extra pillow from Henry’s closet, sliding it underneath Henry’s injured leg. “No, I just hate to see you like this.”  “Well.” Henry adjusts himself on the bed, taking the second pillow that Alex hands him and propping his braced wrist on top of it. “I’m perfectly alright, love. Could have been much worse.”  “I told you that bike was a death wish,” Alex mumbles, sitting down next to Henry and letting his eyes trail over him. For the first time in two days, he breathes. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” 

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[cha-melodius]

Well well well, it's Wednesday again. I'm posting this fic tomorrow so have another teaser before I do so. Thanks to @kiwiana-writes, @onthewaytosomewhere, @dumbpeachjuice, @eusuntgratie @welcometololaland

@cricketnationrise and @three-drink-amy for the tags! (wow this five tags per paragraph thing is dumb)

“You came back,” Henry says, his voice soft with something like wonder. “Of course I did,” Alex replies. “We didn’t finish our conversation.” Henry ducks his head, blond hair falling alluringly over his forehead as his cheeks turn pink. The way their bodies mimic human physiology is astounding sometimes. “I suppose we didn’t. Would you care to walk with me in the gardens? It’s a lovely day.” “Can we do that?” “Ironically, you’re allowed so long as you have one of us with you, and I’m allowed so long as I’m with a guest,” Henry explains. “Plus, you’re a foreign dignitary. No one will bother us.” “Sure you wanna be seen with me? My sister would say I’m the furthest thing from dignified,” Alex says, grinning probably a little too broadly. Henry’s smile slants mischievous as he steps close enough for Alex to get a noseful of linen and fresh grass again. “Maybe I like that about you.”

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[firenati0n]

several sentence sunday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to @ships-to-sail @indestructibleheart @suseagull04 @zwiazdziarka @blueeyedgrlwrites

@miss-minnelli @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @welcometololaland for the tags <3

I FINALLY POSTED CHAPTER ONE of the full spectrum of human emotion aka the proposal au that I've been posting snippets of for an eternity and a half. it's my first multichapter so i am Nervous but...onward and upward! YEEHAW!

here's a snip from proposal au (all snips here). yeah yeah it's nine sentences okay HERE YOU GO <3 :

Alex enters the car, fighting to hold onto the pole. There's no way he has time to stand in line at the busy artisanal tea shop Henry makes him go to—his delicate tastebuds can't stand the subpar garbage the rest of the plebeians consume. He makes a game-time decision he hopes won’t bite him in the ass in about thirty minutes, using his free hand to tap the Starbucks app and quickly place a mobile order at the one next to the office before he loses his internet connection, and is forced to instead brave the storm of harried New Yorkers wanting their fuel for the morning. He hopes it doesn’t come to that. He can't afford another mishap after last week. Once he's out of the subway station, Alex sprints first to the tea shop, dipping inside only to ask his regular barista for two of their to-go cups and lids, throwing a “Thank you!” over his shoulder at her confused face. He goes next door to Starbucks, picks up his three drinks and snacks, and quickly empties the Starbucks Earl Grey into the Fancy Schmancy Tea Shop to-go cups, fastening the lid with a snap. Alex prays for the second time that morning. Please, please, please, let the Tea Gods be merciful today in helping trick Henry's elitist taste buds.

xoxo roop

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[rwrbficrecs]

July Faves

Ok I know I originally skipped July (It was a chaotic month and this was before we had the volunteer team helping with monthly faves) But! it’s been making my eye twitch seeing a missing month on the Monthly Faves page, so don’t mind me – I just really need to restore order by publishing this list 😂

Here’s all the fic recs I had in the draft I was originally going to publish for July – just without all the personal commentary. Hope y'all enjoy anyway, sorry this is two months late! September faves will be out mid next week ❤️

Almost You by @orchidscript

Baby, it's Cold Inside by @celaestis1

Burnin' Through The Sky by @cricketnationrise

Dublin in Ecstasy by @sherryvalli

in the sunshine, i like looking at you. by @chaa-kiao

It’s you and me by @smc-27

Love and War by @myheartalivewrites

Nova, Baby by @cha-melodius

of fathers and sons by @adreamareads

So Quiz Me by @indomitable-love

that warm feeling (is definitely hatred) by queer_esque

the beagle, the ghost and the wardrobe by @dumbpeachjuice 

The Edge of Glory by @historicallysam

The worst possible thing by floatingaway4

three grubs in a trench coat + gay brit wizard by @clottedcreamfudge

Tiempo de Vals by @14carrotghoul we're safe inside this home we've made by riversdeep