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thank you for the tags today and sunday! tags below the cut + open tag for anyone who sees this <3

doing things a little different this week since i've just finished some things.

any of my hockey peeps should check out the sidgeno exchange fics. they are amazing! i am still in awe of mine 🫠🥰😭

chapter 2 of mechanic alex is up for my firstprince folks. set immediately after the first part. at least one, maybe two, chapters still to come.

here's a bit of a sidanna ficlet i started today, inspired by anna's insta story from a little over a month ago (beware - men's hockey rpf featuring a wag)

He swings the door open to find Anna, looking like she’s stepped directly from a photoshoot onto his porch. She’s got a large bag thrown over one shoulder and her phone clutched in her elegant hand.  “Anna, hi,” he says, vaguely nervous in the ambiguous way he always seems to be around her. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting you. Let me go grab a shirt.”  “No,” she says, sharp and almost a little mean, and he freezes.  She steps in and Sid stares out at the driveway, eyes searching like Geno will pop out of a corner somewhere if he keeps looking.  “Um,” he stutters, closing the door. “Where’s Geno? Is everything okay?”

and a little raf/alex snippet bc that's what i'm working on next!

Alex is smart, and funny, and it’s easy to forget that he’s damn near twenty years his junior when they’re going toe to toe on policy and campaign strategy. They spend all day traveling and talking to people who’ve largely been ignored by the political process and Raf is in awe of the way it lights Alex up.  He’s tactile and affectionate, always in Raf’s space, crowding close on tiny hotel couches and sprawling over Raf’s bed to play cards, always putting a hand on him when they talk, touching him whenever he can get away with it. Raf always lets him get away with it.

Thanks for the WIP Weds tags @thinkof-england, @onthewaytosomewhere, @suseagull04, and also to the sunday tags I got (tagged below for tumblr idiocy reasons). Still trucking along on this one for right now, though I spent a while getting my RBB outline whipped into shape last weekend.

“You can call me B.” “Like M in the Bond movies, huh?” Alex asks, unable to help himself. “Very mysterious. Oh, do I get a code name? Can it be Barracuda?” There’s a beat, and then B says, “This is serious, Mr. Claremont-Diaz.” “I told you, it’s Alex. And I know it is.” He blows out a breath, staring up at the trees in the park and wondering how the fuck he got into this situation. “Sorry. My therapist tells me I have a tendency to resort to humor when I’m uncomfortable.” “I know it’s a lot, Alex,” she tells him, not unkindly. “My goal is to keep you safe.” “And what about him? My soulmate. Who’s keeping him safe?” “You don’t need to worry about him.” “I’m sorry, but fuck that,” Alex blurts, a little too loudly. An elderly woman with a dog a ways away shoots him a disapproving look. “He’s my soulmate, and he’s being held captive and tortured, I’m going to fucking worry about him.”

Open tag as always, and additional ones under the cut!

feeling spicy today so fuck it have some forbidden disaster 'verse. still not sure i'll have the balls to post it but. words are being written. 😈

thank you for the tags @thinkof-england @onthewaytosomewhere @cha-melodius <3

open tag today bc this one's not for everyone but paging @bigassbowlingballhead & @oxfordslutphase 💜

set shortly after chapter 19 of disaster. sluttery under the cut.

I was tagged by @bigassbowlingballhead, @captainjunglegym, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @suseagull04,

@onthewaytosomewhere & @eusuntgratie for wip wednesday!

I'm still trucking along with my @aroyallybigbangrwrb and desperately need to crank out the last little bit before the tier one deadline next week sooo here ya go:

Alex dips his head back down to kiss along the long line of Henry’s neck. He runs his tongue along his collar bone, and before he can stop himself he sinks his teeth into the front of Henry’s shoulder.  (Alex hears Zahra’s sharp voice echoing in the back of his mind, reminding him that any indecent marks left on him better be able to be covered by a t-shirt, and he’s conscientious enough to extend the same courtesy to Henry.) The sound that Henry makes when Alex’s teeth find their mark is enough for Alex to know he has to immediately do it again, so he does.

open tag & also @getmehighonmagic, @magicandarchery, @sparklepocalypse @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

Wip Wednesday 4/17/2024

Wednesday? Already?? Well here's a little something more from Speak Now (or forever hold your piss)

“I told myself I wouldn’t cry,” Bea says, dabbing her knuckle under her eye, there are scattered chuckles among the guests. “Zahra. Shaan. I’m incredibly honored that you’ve asked me to take such an important part of your special day. To think, if my brother and Alex hadn’t knocked Pip’s cake over we wouldn’t be standing here today,” she gestures in their direction and chairs crack and groan as guests turn to look directly at Alex and Henry.  Just what Alex needs right now, everyone looking at him while he tries to keep himself composed. He gives a polite almost unnoticeable wave with an upward flick of his wrist. “Boys, do us a favor and stay away from the cake this time,” the guests erupt into laughter and Pez knocks Henry into Alex’s shoulder. Heat blooms in his cheeks, this is going to be a long wedding of Alex’s life. “I fucking hate weddings,” he mutters under his breath.

tags are being wonky as hell today again, i apologize if i miss anyone who's tagged me today.

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.”

Tags below, but also an open tag for anyone who'd like, tag me!

different banner bc this one is just a bunch of lines from my various wips that i've poked at recently. i tried to actually write and it didn't go well but i am rotating all my blorbos like rotisserie chickens in my mind palace which i'm sure will eventually bear fruit. enjoy some random sentences!

i wanna be adored (elliott lefevre from chambers x marco peña from kissing booth 2 & 3)

Marco tries to catch Elliott’s eye. He’s honestly not sure if he’s drunk or if he just wants everyone to think he is.

mechanic alex (firstprince) this one is so close to being done please sir can i have some spoons 🙏

“Oh,” Henry whispers. “You beautiful slut. Look at you.” 

taylor pov of the second half of chapter 3 of disaster (taynick) i'm thinking i'll throw disaster in a series and post some ficlets, taylor pov, etc when inspo strikes (aka when jon gives me brainworms)

A buzzing sound from Nick’s nightstand jerks Taylor’s thoughts away from all the things he could do to get Nick to make more of those delicious noises.

untitled raf/alex (what is says on the tin. i'm FERAL for these two)

“I’ve got you,” Raf tells him, stroking a thumb over his cheek.

ryliver villa fic

“You fucking slut,” Oliver growls right into his ear. “You could barely tear your eyes off of me long enough to tell her how pretty she is, could you?”

i know you can't ignore me (another taynick fic)

Taylor’s not sure if Nick spent all night fighting off memories of the night they spent together, but he certainly did.

i'm always happy to chat about any of my wips! feel free to poke me - maybe some words will fall out! open tag + some no pressure tags under the cut.

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