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I fell in love with a person who happens to be a man, and that man happens to be a prince. He has captured my heart and made my life immeasurably better.

#rwrbedit #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie

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Several Sentence Sunday

Hiiiiii I am very late today (it is still Sunday here) but I promised some people I would share a snippet from my Fire Island WIP. You can also see a moodboard for this here. Because of that I am blatantly ignoring all rules about number of sentences.

Be warned, smut ahead:

That’s when he sees him. He’s seated at the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the warm water of the shallow end. There’s another man standing in the pool, with his face pressed to the spot where long limbs meet tiny waist. Honestly though, that’s not what gets Alex’s attention—he’s far from the only person in Alex’s line of sight having his cock sucked. But he’s certainly the prettiest. His whole body looks like it’s been chiseled from stone, like he’s a stolen Michelangelo that’s been brought to life solely for the purpose of luxuriating in the modern day equivalent of an exorbitant Renaissance portrait scene. Eyelids shutter over bright blue eyes as the man in the pool slips his mouth lower. Blond waves soak in the sun’s rays as he throws his head back, unknowingly teasing Alex with the sharp lines of his jaw and the long curve of his neck. Alex is vaguely aware that his swimsuit’s doing nothing to hide how hard he is right now. He’s not sure he can find it in himself to care. The man in the pool moves one of his muscular legs over his shoulder, taking the other man even deeper. A shudder runs through Alex’s body as he imagines what those strong thighs might feel like on either side of his own head. The man’s hand winds its way around the back of the giver’s head, lithe fingers tangling in the damp strands. Alex bites his lip. He wonders if the man might give them a tug if it was Alex’s curls under his fingertips.  Maybe if he asked nicely.

Tags below the cut, because tumblr is maybe still being weird and this is already long!

Thank you for tags @suseagull04 @affectionatelyrs @jelliebuns @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise

and @bigassbowlingballhead @14carrotghoul @firenati0n @magicandarchery @kiwiana-writes!!

I know it's late, but still tagging friends who wanted to see more of this, or who may still want to post (or who I'm just tagging to say hey): @rmd-writes @run-for-chamo-miles @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged @everwitch-magiks

and @inexplicablymine @eusuntgratie @tintagel-or-cockleshells @dumbpeachjuice @galitzine-nick

and @gayrootvegetable @leojfitz @songliili @read-and-write- (I know you posted already)

and @gay-flyboys @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @jackzimmermemes @junebugclaremontdiaz @msmarvelouswinchester :)))

#jesus christ I'm already obsessed #rwrb fic rec #happiness-of-the-pursuit #my fellow authors

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Thanks for the tags, @kiwiana-writes @myheartalivewrites @indestructibleheart and everyone else who has tagged me in these writing things lately. I promise I’m still here but things have been rough and the writing is going really, really slowly. So this is, in fact, four sentences, not seven. But it’s something!

“And what are you going to do?”

Henry cups Alex’s cheek in his palm and leans in for a kiss that’s part check-in, part promise of what’s to come and Alex is so fucking turned on already that he might die.

When he breaks the kiss, Henry leans back against the counter and picks up his mug again.

“I’m going to finish my tea.”

@hippolotamus @lizzie-bennetdarcy @smblmn @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @ninzied

@magicandarchery @rmd-writes @inexplicablymine @welcometololaland @jamilas-pen

@nontoxic-writes @ships-to-sail @jettestar @beaiola @tyfinn

@filet-o-feelings @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @celeritas2997 @wordthieve

#the last line I'm screaming #I'm with you on the slow going writing love #more like no going writing for me over here #but look at you doing the things #putting the words in #snaps for you #rwrb fic rec #stereopticons #my fellow authors

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it's a late sentence sunday! 4.21.24

hi friends! hope all is well. i've been so enjoying everyone's words today! thank you so much for the tags @o0anapher0o @doublecheekedkinard @magicandarchery @piratefalls

@bigassbowlingballhead @lfg1986-2 @onthewaytosomewhere!

Today I bring you more from the companion fic to Henry's tummy fic, which I've worked on a bit more today.

Henry sighs again. “Mum called today. She reminded me that Gran’s birthday is next weekend, and that I told her we’d be there.”  Alex groans. “Oh, Christ, Hen, I don’t want to…”  “I don’t want to either, Alex, but I promised her a month ago that we would. She bought the plane tickets, everyone knows we’re coming, I just…I just fucking forgot, somehow. I don’t know how.” Henry says this, but he knows how he forgot. He forgot because he didn’t want to go. He forgot because he has been so happy here, in his little bubble with Alex, and the idea of going back to London would burst it. He only wants to stay here, where he’s happy and safe and not being watched by anyone and everyone, especially his family. He wants to stay here, where his body is an object of affection, not something that will undoubtedly be the topic of much discussion and disdain.

tagging: @england-would-fall @henrysfox @luainthewild @tailsbeth-writes

@eusuntgratie @agostobuwan @duchessdepolignaca03 @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @priincebutt

and open tag for anyone who might want to!

#Henry having a safe place to be with Alex and be loved and happy is everything to me #rwrb fic rec #taste-thewaste #my fellow authors

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Thanks @thesleepyskipper @magicandarchery @myheartalivewrites @firenati0n @14carrotghoul @anincompletelist @affectionatelyrs @iboatedhere and @emmalostinwonderland for the tags!

More Divergent AU...

There was the sound of roaring behind them, and the Dauntless in front of and behind him started running again. Alex and Nora started jogging to keep up.

They were both too short, though, their strides not long enough to keep up with the rest of the pack, and they would've fallen behind, but as others started jumping on the train, the guy with pink hair reached out. “Come on!”

Alex grasped his hand, reaching back to take Nora's as well, and the three of them collapsed on the floor of the train, Nora and Alex dragging themselves in.

When he caught his breath and looked at his surroundings, he saw that the person who had helped him on the train was looking at him with a hint of skepticism.

With so much going on in tag games this weekend, I'm not 100% sure if I'm going to tag people who have already done this- so if you've done it, I'm sorry! Open tag for those who want to and haven't, too!

@cha-melodius @gayrootvegetable @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heysweetheart-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @ninzied @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd @read-and-write- @smc-27 @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

#you got me wanting to watch the divergent series #and also read this fic #I need it #rwrb fic rec #suseagull04 #my fellow authors

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some sentence sunday <3

and if i use this to plug my new fic about best friends fake proposing bc i literally just posted it... then what

hehe ty @jmagnabo92 @thesleepyskipper @porcelainmortal @anincompletelist @lfg1986-2

& @suseagull04 for the tags!

here are six seven eight sentences to the fic that is posted HERE :)

Henry smiles at their waitress and reaches over to hold Alex’s chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. He fixes Alex with a fond gaze and says, “I’m the luckiest man all around.”  And then he leans in and presses a soft kiss to Alex’s cheek, his lips lingering. It makes Alex’s skin tingle, all of his attention zeroed in on those few small points of contact. He can’t help but melt into that touch, the warmth and tenderness spreading through his entire body until it’s all that he can feel—just Henry, his Henry.  That comfort is a steady heat in his body, sparking embers that make the world seem much less cold.  And then Henry nuzzles, his nose pressing into the skin of Alex’s cheek before he pulls away and— Oh.

tagging @dragonflylady77 @fckngyrs @firenati0n @henryspearl @heysweetheart-writes

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @kiwiana-writes

@magicandarchery @ninzied @nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes @priincebutt

@read-and-write- @stellarm @tinyarmedtrex

#italicized oh my absolute beloved #rwrb fic rec #theprinceandagcd #my fellow authors

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Seven Sentence Sunday

*Taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah? Alright

Happy Sunday y'all! :) Sorry I haven't been too active recently (but what's new). Just know that I've been lurking and I adore seeing what everyone has been posting

Thank you so much to @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @firenati0n @myheartalivewrites @magicandarchery

and @kiwiana-writes for the tags today, and @welcometololaland @happiness-of-the-pursuit @sherryvalli @itsmaybitheway

@msmarvelouswinchester @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew @cricketnationrise and @suseagull04 for the various tags this past week

So like, yeah, I should be working on my fic for the rbb, but instead i did a complete 180 and said let's make Alex be in a parasocial relationship that borders on obsession with Prince Henry. And then Rhys was like... can I join? So, surprise, y'all get another co-written fic, but this time it’s... not so fluffy. This snippet made us feel a bit insane, and where's the fun in easing y'all into the discomfort of this fic. That being said, completely understandable if this isn't y'alls cup of tea - no pressure to read/interact if so. Also, there is... ahem... more to this snippet. I said that I wasn't going to ease y'all in, but I'm not going to punch you in the face either

James kind of sucked. Alex had gone out to a bar, met the man on the dancefloor, let him order Alex a vodka soda despite his preference for gin. Let him kiss the taste of his off his lips in the corner stall. Let him trace it down his length after. Alex left minutes later with ten digits crumpled up in his front pocket, where they stayed until he found a bin out front. Went to another bar. Introduced himself to someone lurking in the corner, reserved, with pretty eyes. Just a shade too light, though—a shame, but they’d do just fine. Alex tilted his chin up to get them to look up from the floor, leaned in to get his name, felt disappointment when he told Alex it was Thomas. Then, unmitigated fucking delight when he later revealed that all his friends called him by his last name: George. But he had thin lips, and his stubble was too scratchy. There was an accent he couldn’t place, and it stuck to the inside of his ears, the sound discordant. It made Alex feel fucking weird. So, he went home. Where he now lies in bed, tucked under blue checkered sheets, a Burberry scarf clutched in one hand, the other wrapped tightly around his dick.

Open tag, but tagging a few people below the cut too

@anchoredarchangel @smc-27 @dumbpeachjuice @daisymae-12 @gayrootvegetable

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hillerskas @leojfitz @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy

@whimsymanaged @everwitch-magiks @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @tintagel-or-cockleshells

@inexplicablymine @orchidscript @cultofsappho @nocoastposts and @matherines

#ohhhhh #oh okay #you have my attention #rwrb fic rec #affectionatelyrs #my fellow authors

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seven sentence sunday oh and 20k words worth of fic i guess

look at me actually counting my sentences on a sunday - but that's prolly cuz i also come bearing a fairytale - finally completed!!! yay!!!

baby just say yes is live for the 2nd day of the tswift eras tour - all 20k+ words of it! 😊

thanks ever so much for the tags @jmagnabo92 @thesleepyskipper @magicandarchery @piratefalls

@firenati0n @anincompletelist oh and @kiwiana-writes stealing ur open tag cuz i think you were interested in the fairytale last month when i started posting about it

so today's words are from said fic, a little snippet from some of the arthur being a good dad to not just his own kids.

Prince Alex is sitting under the tree in the garden where all those years ago he had chased his friend, in kitten form, in an attempt to get him down, when Royal Earl Fox, or Arthur, which it took Alex years to actually call him, finds him. He looks up and attempts a smile, but it must have appeared as sad and forlorn as he feels because the look Arthur gives him makes him want to curl up in his arms and cry. “I figured I might find you here. You’ve not been secretive the last few years about using this place to think. I always assumed that most of that thinking was about my son.” Alex’s attempt at a joking, “Pip?” falls flat. “Laugh it up, mister; we both know it’s my youngest, you think about. I would guess fairly regularly.”

bcuz tumblr is still dumb tags beneath the cut! oh but open tag for anyone who may still wanna do this - i'm kinda late (if i missed that any of y'all have already done this - then i guess i'm just saying hi)

@adreamareads @agame-writes @agostobuwan @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77

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

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

@junebugclaremontdiaz @littlemisskittentoes (kitten!henry tag was used!) @lizzie-bennetdarcy @mikibwrites @msmarvelouswinchester

@nocoastposts @priincebutt @sophie1973 @stellarm @suseagull04

@tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste @theprinceandagcd @thinkof-england @typicalopposite

@wordsofhoneydew @yrsacdfox @captainjunglegym @eusuntgratie @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

@tinyarmedtrex

#arthur knows #he's known all along #and I love that #rwrb fic rec #onthewaytosomewhere #my fellow authors

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some sentence sunday 24.5

thanks to @kiwiana-writes, @cha-melodius, @indestructibleheart, @firenati0n, @three-drink-amy

@14carrotghoul, @thesleepyskipper, and @myheartalivewrites for tagging me today! i finished my @aroyallybigbangrwrb draft today so please enjoy some junora feelings realization feat a surprising amount of john denver

Nora’s just sitting next to June, basking in the atmosphere, innocent to the seismic shift about to occur, when several things happen at once: the moon comes out from behind a cloud, a light breeze sweeps through, and June starts humming along to the song she’s playing. Any one of these things alone would be fine, but together they are completely devastating. Nora didn’t recognize the song before, but with June’s low, melodic humming, she can identify Annie’s Song—one of Mama’s favorites to play for Mom. The lyrics swirl around Nora’s brain—you fill up my senses, like a night in the forest—providing an inadvertent soundtrack to her suddenly racing heart. The breeze is just strong enough to make the wisps of June’s hair dance and play in its wake, just strong enough that June giggles—let me drown in your laughter—and scrunches her nose up all cutely when they tickle, and tucks the escaped strands behind her ear. The newly-returned moonlight edges June in delicate silver and Nora’s breath catches in her chest.  Oh shit.

tags under the cut!

@leaves-of-laurelin @happiness-of-the-pursuit @anchoredarchangel @orchidscript @celeritas2997

@rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse @dumbpeachjuice @smc-27 @missanniewhimsy

@the-lincyclopedia @montrealmadison @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks

@cactusdragon517 @inexplicablymine @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @wordsofhoneydew

plus the customary open tag 💜🦗

#so good #when we add “shit” after the italicized “oh” #really gives it that oomph #rwrb fic rec #cricketnationrise #my fellow authors

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Sentences Sunday 4/21/2024

thanks for the tags: @doublecheekedkinard @cha-melodius @firenati0n @magicandarchery

happy Sunday friends! I hope everyone is having a good weekend! I'm still trucking along with speak now (or forever hold your piss)

Alex puts his face in his hands and fights the urge to scream. He knows how his mother can drone on. He has sat through more than one of her state of the union addresses and campaign stump speeches, he even helped write some of those. He rubs his hands on his face and tenderly readjusts in his seat, he turns slightly on his hip, squeezing his thighs together tighter.   He squeezes and he listens to his mother talk about a monkey, his wooden heart and his search to find his dream monkey. Her voice cracks when she looks at Zahra and reads the line ‘And then, he saw her. Standing before him, as radiant and as beautiful as the sunshine.’ He thinks about how radiant and beautiful Zahra looks standing up there, he focuses on what he thinks is a tear rolling down her unveiled cheek. Anything to take his mind off the stressing seams of his bladder.

no pressure tags under the cut

@sparklepocalypse @anincompletelist @eusuntgratie @nocoastposts @getmehighonmagic

@violetbaudelaire-quagmire @littlemisskittentoes @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @agostobuwan

@affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @captainjunglegym @lostcol @onward--upward

@wordsofhoneydew @sheepywritesfics @insecuregodcomplex @taste-thewaste @cactusdragon517

@inexplicablymine @dreamsinthewitchouse @fivequartersoftheorange @oxfordslutphase @henrysfox

@duchessdepolignaca03

#not Ellen preparing a filibuster for this wedding while Alex is fighting for his life #rwrb fic rec #bigassbowlingballhead #my fellow authors

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I was tagged by the lovely @myheartalivewrites, @kiwiana-writes, and @cha-melodius this week.

And I actually have seven+ sentences? In this economy? I know. I can't believe it either. MJ is working on A Thing and discussing that with him got me opening up my Doctor Who AU doc again... and this scene spilled onto my phone at 8AM this morning for no reason.

Here's just a few more than seven:

“You haven’t just met tonight, darlings.” Pez pauses. “Well, technically, you did—but tonight isn’t the first tonight you’ve had. Based on the time energy wafting off you, I’d venture you’ve had quite a few.” “Quite a few…” “Hundreds,” Pez says. “Quite a few hundreds, I’d say.” Alex wants to argue. He wants to say that’s impossible; he met Henry less than an hour ago. Except, when he looks into those vivid blue eyes, he knows—like a word on the tip of his tongue, a memory that he can’t quite place, an itch at the base of his skull. He can see it: the peeling corner of the wallpaper. All he needs to do is pull.

Tagging some lovelies under the cut. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@anchoredarchangel, @barbiediaz @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @firenati0n,

@guillermosfamiliar, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @hippolotamus, @inexplicablymine, @itsmaybitheway, @jettestar,

@junebugclaremontdiaz, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @mulderscully, @ninzied,

@nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe

@priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4,

@vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland

@orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

#all the doctor who on the way is giving me life #this one in particular #I have been waiting for #quite a few hundred nights I'd say #rwrb fic rec #indestructibleheart #my fellow authors

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Sunday Sentences, April 21, 2024

I actually have sentences today! Revisited an old friend this morning while at breakfast for the first time since February. I didn't realize how much I missed this universe, so welcome back to my single dad Alex fic.

Thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes @thesleepyskipper and @cha-melodius for the tags!

Henry knows it's a sensitive topic before he asks the question, but turns his attention away from watching Elena on the jungle gym to look at June and asks, "What about her mother?" June purses her lips, breathing deeply while she considers Henry's question. He takes this is a good sign, since every time he asks Alex about it, the topic is immediately shut down. "What has Alex told you?" June's voice is cautious and it takes her an extra beat before turning her head to meet Henry's gaze.  "You know Alex." June nods."I do." Henry turns his attention back to the playground for a moment, long enough for Elena to see him watching, and he feels that tug in his chest that's become as familiar and automatically to him as breathing. Elena waves at him, smiles so wide Henry can see her dimples even at a distance, and he knows there is absolutely nothing he wouldn't do to keep her happy, protected, and loved. June must sense that in him because she takes a deep breath and begins to talk.

Always an open tag so please tag me if you take it, but also tagging: @bigassbowlingballhead @getmehighonmagic @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @eusuntgratie

@anincompletelist @affectionatelyrs @nocoastposts @three-drink-amy @read-and-write-

@inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @i-am-freyja @anchoredarchangel @orchidscript

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @onthewaytosomewhere @onward--upward @cactusdragon517 @sparklepocalypse

@itsmaybitheway @bitbybitwrites @agostobuwan @taste-thewaste @sheepywritesfics

@iboatedhere @sophie1973 @piratefalls @suseagull04

#oh this is so lovely #Henry's connection to Elena #rwrb fic rec #magicandarchery #my fellow authors

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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

I tripped into a new WIP document again, whoops. This one is even more self-indulgent than usual (which is fucking saying something) aaaaaaaaaaand I already had a wee cry writing the end of it—and yes, the end was almost the first thing I wrote. I'M SURE IT'S FINE. I also made a moodboard for Inspiration Weekend earlier today, and while I think the snippet below will give pretty much everyone a good GENERAL idea of what I'm doing here, the moodboard + a couple of other little meta hints will be enough for those in the know to figure out more SPECIFICALLY what I'm doing here (and therefore why I had a weep writing the ending).

“It’s called NORA.” Henry barely spares Alex a glance, heading straight for the controls; he and NORA know each other well enough by now that she hums to life under his palms. “Navigational Oscillation of Relative Astronomy. And before you ask, no, I didn’t come up with the name. I’d tell you to take it up with the Time Lords, but…” he trails off as Alex gasps loudly, realising too late that he forgot to warn the man before opening the doors.  “It’s… bigger! On the inside! From the outside it looks small, but then inside… all this space!” There’s something odd about the way Alex is holding himself—his too-bright expression as he looks around, the way his palm presses to the centre of his chest instead of over his heart—but Henry doesn’t have time to figure it out, nor to hold this stranger’s hand through a fairly basic level of dimensional transcendentality. His Alex is running around out there somewhere, wearing god-knows-which of his dozen faces and liable to return to NORA at some point. And if he finds out Henry’s here… He knows exactly what will happen if Alex—his Alex—finds him. Henry’s not an idiot, and his diary is almost full.  But that’s a problem for another time. Right now, he has a job to do. And this man who invited himself along, with the right name and the wrong face, is nothing short of a distraction.

Is tagging still borked? Who's to say.

Tagging @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius

@clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n

@getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart

@inexplicablymine @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes

@lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @matherines @myheartalivewrites @ninzied

@nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @piratefalls

@read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27

@sparklepocalypse @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!!)

#doctor whoooooo #yessssss #Also NORA being the name #inspired #rwrb fic rec #kiwiana-writes #my fellow authors

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did you mean: the prince of your heart google search & google template by @cal-kestis [inspo by @evanbuckleysource]

#omg I'm in love #so deeply in love #henry hanover stuart fox #rwrb movie #rwrb #favorite posts #rwrbedit

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Sentence Sunday 4/14/2024

The time has come. with some light friendly bullying from @taste-thewaste inspired by some tags I left on a post from @agostobuwan

I've started my first piss fic.

Alex swallows down the last bit of his second glass of champagne as the procession music starts to play and everyone stands. June walks down the aisle in a sun-yellow dress holding a tiny bouquet of sunflowers and white daisies.  “June looks so beautiful,” Henry comments as she passes them. “Mmhm” Alex agrees without looking, he can’t focus on anything but the twinge in his bladder, maybe he shouldn’t have had that second glass after all. “Hen, I gotta fuckin’ piss,” he whispers into Henry’s ear.  “I told you to take it easy on the champagne before the ceremony, you know how it runs through you.”

thanks for the tags

@eusuntgratie @cha-melodius @duchessdepolignaca03 @wordsofhoneydew @thinkof-england

@heysweetheart-writes @nocoastposts

no pressure tags: @taste-thewaste @agostobuwan @sparklepocalypse @anincompletelist @getmehighonmagic

@magicandarchery @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @affectionatelyrs

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @captainjunglegym @lostcol @firenati0n @onward--upward

@sheepywritesfics @insecuregodcomplex @cactusdragon517 @inexplicablymine @dreamsinthewitchouse

@doublecheekeddiaz @fivequartersoftheorange @oxfordslutphase

#omg at Zahra’s wedding too #I can’t wait to see where this goes #rwrb fic rec #bigassbowlingballhead #my fellow authors #inspired title as well #truly perfect

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Seven Sentence Sunday

thank you @suseagull04 and @heysweetheart-writes the tags and here's hoping tags work now? if you tagged me and I didn't see it bc of tumblr glitching I'm so sorry!! feel free to send it to me or tag me in the comments or something <3

Working on another rizcriz prompt this week - this one is best friends fake proposing to each other at restaurants to get free desserts! But, of course, those pesky feelings just always tend to get in the way, don't they?

“Why did you do it?” Henry's voice shocks him, fracturing that silence with its sharp edge. Alex already knows, but he still asks, “Do what?”  “Kiss me.”  To sell the bit gets caught behind Alex's teeth, the words too heavy on his tongue to slip past his lips. His instinct is to deflect, to toss his vulnerable heart into a locked box inside his already cracked open chest. It's a defense mechanism, a desperate desire to protect himself from giving too much away, from admitting that he's fallen in love with his best friend so irreversibly that he'll never recover from a rejection.

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Some sentences Sunday!

Hi!! Wrote some words for the neighbours!au that I hope you like! I think I'm gonna go back and polish this later (I'm still debating if I should keep the bit about stories as dialogue or have it as Henry's internal monologue as I originally wrote it) but in the mean time, here you go.

"I know it's not the open road, but…” Henry walks them to the edge of the roof, where they have a view of the city spreading out before them, David flopping down at his feet. “I don't know. I think it's lovely up here. The glow of the city below, it’s humming. If you listen to it close enough, it can tell you all kinds of stories." Henry closes his eyes for a moment, trying to listen: “Stories of lovers professing their devotion to each other through hushed moans, of children blanketed by the safety a good bedtime story provides. There are stories of lonely hearts feeling a kind of solace knowing they’re not alone in this city, that there are many like them.”  When he opens his eyes again, Alex is looking at him, something behind his eyes Henry can't quite figure out.  "Henry..." Alex whispers, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he grabs his hand, leaning against him and pressing his temple to Henry's shoulder, looking out at the city with him.  Henry lets out a soft hum and smiles sadly to himself, resting his own head on top of Alex’s wishing he could kiss his worries away. But at least he can give him this. A vantage point to a city that can be both kind and cruel, busy and empty, or deafeningly quiet among all the noise.

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