#agame-writes

And here it is, my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic! I did it, I really did it!

Thanks to @thesleepyskipper for the adorable banner, title input, and scene-writing inspiration :) And to @yzmas-talking-llama for the beta and cheerleading!

And of course a HUGE thank you to all the RBB mods for organizing this and pairing everyone up :) can't wait to keep reading the rest of the RBB works!

Tagging some friends because I haven't written in forever and I just like you, what can I say!?

@gay-flyboys @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @iboatedhere @indestructibleheart

@inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @kiwiana-writes @myheartalivewrites

Thanks to @welcometololaland for the open tag! Baby fic writer trying to get back into writing, learn the ropes of tumblr, A03, etc. I'm also a smack-dab Millennial, so I'm scared to post GIFs.

Here's 7 sentences (OK, lines) from something I'm working on (think DILF Henry, YouTuber/children's entertainer Alex).

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His waist wasn’t the problem. Henry had started there, pulling the buckle through the elastic strap and clicking it into place. He held 1-month-old Eliza close to his chest.

“So you can easily bend down and give their head a kiss,” Henry recited from the manual, which he knew by heart at this point. But how was he to kiss any babies when they still weren’t secured in the bloody carrier? There had to be some trick to getting the shoulder straps on.

All the YouTube videos he began frantically scrolling featured waifish mothers half his size. He sighed. Single-parenting a baby wasn’t going to be easy as a 6-foot male, was it. Eliza let out a squawk and Henry nearly dropped his phone. Grabbing for it, his thumb hit play on a video he hadn’t seen yet. He wasn’t prepared for the curly-haired god that lit up his phone screen with a smile as big as the sun. “Hey y’all, Alex again with another baby carrier review. I went with the most breathable mesh option for baby Luna here. So now that I’ve got it clicked into place around my waist,” (Henry was immensely grateful for the zoomed-in camera shot) “I just pick up this sweet little girl, how ya doin’, sweetheart, place her on my chest while I rock her a little - reach up for the straps, buckle them into place, pull them tight, and voila! Hands-free baby carrying!” He gave a little twirl, complete with jazz hands and a giggling baby in tow, and Henry was both furious and a little bit sweaty. The man even gave his (daughter’s?) head a kiss, goddamn him.

Henry found his fingers flying to the comments section before his brain cells could catch up.

Any thoughts on securing the shoulder straps for those with – please, love, stop squirming – a slightly wider frame?

Henry wasn’t prepared for the immediate response that came through.

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Thanks @kiwiana-writes for the early morning tag! Kids are sick and husband is recovering from his vasectomy but nothing can hold this girl back.

Here’s a little something new! We’ll call this 7-ish lines Sunday. Title and song lyrics by Vance Joy (if you haven’t seen the music video, go do yourself a favor. TW it’s a bit sad. Our boys will have a happy ending in my fic though, don't even worry about it 😉)

#underage but nothing happens just Henry being horny

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From Afar

“You told me ‘boy look the other way’” He was glad he had Alex to himself before the rest of the party showed up. The pair ran down the steep hill of Alex’s lake house, as they’d done every day for every summer Henry could remember. Every June, as the livewire he had grown up with grew more lithe, more muscular, even — dare he say it — taller. Every July, as the boy’s curls grew more and more unruly. Every summer, as Henry forced himself to look the other way, as his gran had told him countless times. He pulled himself back to focus. Alex was still a head shorter, but he was giving him a run for his money as he careened down the hill toward the lake, cradling a football in one arm. A momentary lapse in judgment, fueled by a competitive spirit that came with being 16 years old, found Henry hurtling Alex to the ground. The two of them panted, Henry’s knees outstretched on either side of Alex’s as he pinned him down.

“You told me ‘boy hide those hands’” He felt his traitorous body begin to catch up to the situation. Yet another thing that came with being 16 years old. He was usually so careful. “that's not the way Ah that's just not the way that friends behave” He pushed himself off of Alex, up to his feet, before the hair-trigger below his swimsuit could betray him. It didn’t take much when it came to Alex. He cleared his throat.

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Sending good vibes out to some of my lovely fellow weirdos: @everwitch-magiks @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @itsmaybitheway @jamilas-pen @onthewaytosomewhere @orchidscript @porcelainmortal @welcometololaland @zwiazdziarka

First, thanks @onthewaytosomewhere and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tag, and @orchidscript @myheartalivewrites for open tags :) Definitely the boost I needed on an otherwise yucky day stuck at home with COVID and trying not to get my kids sick. As usual, turning to RWRB for some much-needed therapy relief.

Here's more of whatever this is that I'm working on. Definitely no title, just a girl with a DILF Henry-shaped dream. Gets the slightest bit NSFW at the end so putting this under the cut.

Thanks @kiwiana-writes for the tag -- so glad you're feeling better! And @sherryvalli and @welcometololaland for your open tags.

This is a teeny tiny snippet from my silly Groundhog Day fic, final installment to be published in a little over 2 weeks. Thanks for reading and commenting on it! I want to improve my writing, so constructive criticism is welcome (she says running for the hills). I think I have a completely new idea for Sunday, but we'll see.

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“You little shit,” Alex said, simultaneously interrupting and undermining himself by tackling Henry back to the ground. Even though their positions made him want to do much worse things to Henry, he took a moment to admire the man — man-to-man. Finally, his fingertips could touch Henry’s — so they did. Finally, his eyelashes could flutter against Henry’s smooth, pink cheeks — so they did. Finally, his lips could press against the rosy mouth that was so talented at prodding and teasing and poking and hopefully many more terrible things — so they did.

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Thank you @onthewaytosomewhere @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @welcometololaland for tagging me! And I see you @orchidscript and @indestructibleheart with ya open tags ;)

So I might have written my first-ever a03 fic a few weeks ago and then I came back to it today and changed it all up because I didn't outline it and so here is some of it. Full thing (minus the final chapter) lives here and it is very silly and I am very scared thank you.

I've never written anything about transformation, shapeshifting, etc., before, so just a disclaimer that I have no idea what happened here. I just thought grumpy groundhog Alex would be fun to write. And he didn't disappoint. Definitely feel free to skip if it's not your thing! Also, I was inspired by a children's book for this ... sorry?

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“Up you get,” he said, getting to his knees and gesturing to his lap.

“What the fuck? You are not carrying me,” Alex protested.

“I’ll admit I’m not keen on the idea of carrying a potentially rabid, toothy woodland creature in my arms, but unless you were thinking of a crate, I fail to think of a better solution.”

“You are NOT putting me in a fucking crate like a goddamn turkey!” Alex scream-squealed. The man seemed to be using every inch of restraint as he took a deep breath.

“I’d prefer not to, which is why I suggest you hop on up.” He opened his arms wide. “I have a blanket I’ll be hiding you under, in case that helps.”

“How would that help?” Alex muttered, waddling over to the man’s perfectly fitted jeans and wishing desperately that his first time sitting on this lap could have gone differently. He was then scooped up in a way that did not make Alex’s rodent heart pitter-patter quickly. The man draped said blanket over Alex, opened the dorm room door with one hand, and let it close behind them.

“What are you going to say if anyone sees you carrying me?” Alex squeaked out.

“I’m really hoping nothing, but that might change if they hear all the noises you’re making,” the man hissed. “It also won’t help that I appear to be talking to the squirming lump in my arms, so I must insist that you kindly shut up.”

Alex gave a pointed huff that couldn’t be interpreted as adorable. He focused his attention on the strong pair of arms carrying him, and the clean, woodsy scent that enveloped him. It was definitely a groundhog thing, but Alex felt like burrowing into that scent and hibernating in it all winter long.

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I know it’s late so I’m sorry if I missed something you posted! Sending good vibes and no-pressure tags -- I know y'all have lives, I just like you -- to:

Hey I’ve missed y’all! I haven't been writing a ton of my own stuff since I’ve been busy with some exciting top-secret life things 😉 That said, thanks for thinking of me and tagging me the past few weeks ... you make me want to keep writing! @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @itsmaybitheway @jamilas-pen @kiwiana-writes @nocoastposts @onthewaytosomewhere

Without further ado, I present to you my first-ever complete(!) fic about Alex turning into a groundhog. Yep, you read that right! Yep, I've lost my mind! Yep, I think I'm OK with it!

Also the title is kind of confusing because the Candlemas saying is about May, but the American legend says 6 weeks from Groundhog Day ... so here you go, enjoy a confusing hybrid of both, ya filthy animals ;)

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“You never shut up, do you?” Henry said, though he was looking significantly less smug than a moment ago. “I only meant that I was pretty sure you liked having your fur — er, hair rather — pulled.”

Alex swallowed.

“Yeah. I mean, you could say that. I guess. Like, you could do it again and I wouldn’t be mad about it.”

Henry sighed, rolling his eyes as he pulled Alex in and cupped the back of his head with his sizeable hands. Alex didn’t whimper at all.

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No-pressure tagging a couple of beauties out there whose stuff I drool over on the regs: @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @gay-flyboys @iboatedhere @myheartalivewrites @three-drink-amy