#more than six sentences

[lapalfruity]

Tried to post this on Wednesday, but it turned out to be a bad technology day, so I gave up. Can’t believe I’ve actually written words. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Serena avoided Bernie’s eye as she pulled her ancient but very warm furry hat out of her bag and pulled it tightly onto her head. She sensed that Bernie was doing her best to hide a smile, knowing full well how amusing she found her choice in headgear, after she had exploded into her signature (honking) laugh many moons ago when she had walked into Albie’s wearing it. She had nearly got rid of it there and then, at a time when she was still feeling very vulnerable about their relationship.

But when Bernie had suggested spending a few weeks over Christmas in the UK so that they could spend some time with what remained of their families, Serena was very glad she hadn’t resigned it to the bin. Especially on this misty, damp and dismal day as they prepared to take Charlotte’s very affectionate but crazy dog for a walk over the Fens. Bernie finished clipping the lead onto Flossie, the loony red setter, and turned towards Serena no longer trying to keep the broad smile off her face.

“Ready?” she asked. Serena huffed and gave a resigned nod.

“I hope you know where we’re going,” she said, “I do not want to get lost on a day like today.”

Bernie waved her phone in the air.

“It’s all mapped out on here,” she replied. “Nothing can go wrong”

#more than six sentences #but that seems to be a pattern #I’ll probably rewrite it before I’ve finished

[facewithoutheart]

Good morning! Thanks for the tags @bookish-bogwitch, @martsonmars, @johnwgrey & @captain-aralias. I enjoyed my pre-breakfast snack.

My COBB is now apparently 33,000 words and still growing… why am I working on this instead of my CORB? Sadly, inspiration doesn’t always flow in the direction I prefer. But at least it’s still flowing!

Have some angsty Baz POV (today’s six PARAGRAPH Sunday, apparently)

He’s so good like this; I’d almost forgotten. I watch Simon charm these barely-adults and even the sullen one laughs at Simon’s particular brand of not-quite-dad jokes.

I used to envy him silently and tease him loudly for the way he could make friends at any dive, club, or venue we’d booked.

“Can’t leave a stranger unnamed,” I’d say, when things were good.

“Can’t spend a moment alone with your own thoughts,” I’d sneer, when things were bad.

“They don’t really like you,” I whispered, there at the end, “they like the idea of you.” Pretending I didn’t see the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes would go watery.

The way he’d look over his shoulder at me, at least once, before disappearing with one of them into his hotel room.

Also I’ve been posting tumblr drabbles I’ve written onto AO3 and rediscovered a gem I wrote where Simon dresses up as Lara Croft so enjoy this short bit:

In the corner, Simon bends down to pull boots over his muscular calves and I don’t know whether to pray for his trouser’s proud attempt to contain his arse or for my trouser’s proud attempt to contain my erection.

I’m one humanah humanah away from becoming a cartoon character cliche.

Hellos friends! Share if you’d like (no pressure if not) @sillyunicorn @urban-sith @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @whatevertheweather @shemakesmeforget @stardustasincocaine @forabeatofadrum @aristocratic-otter @moodandmist @takitalks @jbrrring @excalisbury @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @confused-bi-queer @palimpsessed @tea-brigade @cutestkilla @creepyspice @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mrskrementz @bazzybelle @gekkoinapeartree @dragoneggo @letraspal @im-gettingby

#six sentence sunday #more than six sentences #snowbaz #fanfic

[cutestkilla]

How is it Sunday already? Anyway, I guess it is and thanks for the tags @technetiumai @captain-aralias @facewithoutheart @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @whatevertheweather @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @confused-bi-queer @ivelovedhimthroughworse @artsyunderstudy @forabeatofadrum @palimpsessed @johnwgrey @bookish-bogwitch and @frjsti. All of your stuff is so great, and so many exciting and intriguing CORB WIPs too, dropping so soon!

I had one of those days where I wrote 5K but it was all just paraphrasing what I actually wanted to write. So... yeah. Progress but nothing I can share! Luckily I have a little bit from Chapter 6 of What's Left that I wrote last week, though. How about some out-of-context, slightly redacted cranky Humdrum?

I really can’t stand the sight of him today. [Redacted.] Him and his stupid face, and his stupid hair, and his stupid poncy clothes. Thinking he’s better than me and everyone else. Always ruining my fun. Lecturing me endlessly. “Next time you want to try something stupid to see what will happen, why don’t you just ask me first?” he’d demanded on the way home yesterday. Maybe because I don’t trust you, I’d thought. Maybe because you don’t trust me.

It's getting late in the day, so a light no-pressure tagging for today or Wednesday for: @fatalfangirl @creepyspice @urban-sith @mrskrementz and @aristocratic-otter

#six sentence sunday #more than six sentences #my writing #writing wip

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Sixth Day of Gift-Giving

Six Sappy Sentences

"I missed you like I never missed anyone before."

"You’re so beautiful, it’s hard to directly look at you."

"I get so sappy when I’m around you."

"Feel this? My heart is excited to have you close to me."

"Can’t even concentrate with you around."

"I want to keep your hand in mine, so I can’t lose you."

Bonus 6:

"I never believed in love at first sight before I met you."

"You make me fall in love with you over and over again."

"I will never get over you. And I don't want to."

"Holding hands with you makes me feel so giddy."

"I feel completely safe when I'm with you."

"Seeing you smile makes it so hard not to kiss you right then and there."

24 Days of Gift-Giving

#24 gifts #day 6 #bonus because I had more ideas than six 😅 #but because of the day I just had to put six #so basically 2 times 6 sappy sentences #sappy prompts #24 days of gift giving #prompt list #writeblr #writing prompts #writing ideas #advent calendar #creativepromptsforwriting

[maesterchill]

Six Sentence Thursday

Thanks for the tag @tackytigerfic and @citrusses. It's neither Saturday nor Sunday, but I hope you will accept a Thursday offering. Also, like, why are we all still maintaining the flimsy pretence that this is going to be six sentences? 😂 This snip is from my Sudsfest fic which I very much hope to complete soon 🙏 It's Harry being bumbling and ineloquent and having a bit of a gay panic and basically exactly like every poor aul Harry I write.

Smirking, Malfoy stands up to bring his plate to the sink.

"Malfoy, I..." Harry feels his cheeks getting hot. "I have another question."

Malfoy's head tilts. "Yes?"

Harry steps towards him. A bit too close, he realises belatedly. So close now he can see the faint curry stain at the corner of Malfoy's mouth, close enough to wrap his arms around Malfoy if he wanted. If he wanted. He takes a step back.

"Er, what… when you're alone in your bath, I mean... What do you think about? Is it different for werewolves, when they… do that." He gulps. “I know you like men. Do you still think about men? Or, er, male wolves?”

Malfoy's nostrils flare weirdly like he’s trying not to laugh and also trying to be shocked at the same time.

He licks his lips and steps towards Harry. "I'm not sure if I can answer that, or if I should. It's… well, it’s personal."

Harry steps back. "Of course. Merlin, I shouldn't have asked. None of my business... just curiosity I suppose."

“It’s understandable to be curious. But no, I don’t fantasise about wolves. Only human men, and the things I’d very much like to be doing with them.”

Harry’s chest thuds, and for some bizarre reason "Do you ever think of me?" comes blurting of his mouth. 

Malfoy's pupils double in size. "Harry, damn it, please." His voice is raspy. 

“Fuck, sorry. Ignore— Forget I asked. I don’t know why— Seriously, I’m an idiot.”

“Indeed.” Malfoy nods, and he places his plate and glass by the sink. “Very well. I’ll be in my room.” He pauses and adds, “Reading a book.”

Would love to read some snips from what everyone else is working on! @porcelainheart3 @phdmama @wolfpants @lqtraintracks @aibidil @mintawasalreadytaken @thehoneybeet @drarrymyheart

#six sentence tag #more than six but please forgive #drarry #drarry snip #sudsfestlite23 #maesterchill writes

[smoosey]

Unseasonable, for your prompts. <3

"It wasn't supposed to rain today," Obi-Wan comments, but in truth it's lovely, lovely, the midsummer rain light and cool and misty where they walk under the wide sweep of the stars, belly full, warm and tipsy and flushed and alive.

"We've had worse surprises," Cody says from beside him, and Obi-Wan laughs, because the Force is singing all around him, and Cody is beautiful in the rain, and there's something buoyant in his chest that makes him feel young again and quite in love with every star and raindrop, the wide galaxy and every soul that shines in the Light of the Force.

Cody's watching him laugh, eyes warm and dark, and then he's taking his hand, leading him into an alcove where Obi-Wan lets himself be sheltered by his heat. Obi-Wan raises his robe over them, and kisses him in a hallowed space, alone with Cody's smiling lips and reverent hands and his good, good heart.

(AKA: I saw this gif and lost by entire mind...)

#sorry this took so long omg thank you for the prompt nonny!! ❤️ #i am not sure when this would happen omg feel free to have your own theories!! #i'm down with the 'rona and tbh i just wanted them to have a good time for once ❤️ #ask prompt #codywan #(way more than) six sentence (no longer) sunday 🫣 #smoosey writing

[fatalfangirl]

Gasp. I'm here. It's been awhile, but I felt encouraged by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and her mention of trying for 250 words a day. So I gave it a shot and... ta-da...

Thank you so much for all of the tags for the months I've been away. The second half of 2023 was really fucking intense and I felt both guilty and happy that you guys kept thinking to tag me on stuff.

Anyway! Some smutty words from More Than Friends and tags below the cut. Hurray!

Simon:

My snorted laugh is broken and reeks of painful edging.  “What?” he asks again. I drop my head back with a thud against the top of the sofa. “You’re killing me." Baz gives my cock a squeeze and I can feel his breath, teasing. “You’re being dramatic.”  “I’m really not,” I groan and lift my head back up in time to watch him lick at my leaking tip like a kitten, eyes heavy lidded and downcast as he focuses on his task. The drag of his tongue is so fucking slow and his eyelashes are so fucking pretty. He’s so fucking pretty.

I feel rusty as fuck and I'm so happy I had the foresight to outline this MTF chapter. It's been a hot second since I opened this WIP doc.

Thank you for the tags @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whatevertheweather, @hushed-chorus, @artsyunderstudy, @iamamythologicalcreature, @shrekgogurt, @nausikaaa, and @alexalexinii.

It's late, so consider these for wednesday: @cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @ic3-que3n, @j-nipper-95, @erzbethluna, @rimeswithpurple, @larkral, @blackberrysummerblog, @facewithoutheart, and @aristocratic-otter.

#new year who this? #it took me like an hour to write 250 words #but it's better than not writing at all #more than friends #six sentence sunday

[wordsofhoneydew]

happy sunday <3

i’ve been so terrible at checking my socials lately, but i have come here to serve more of my soulmates AU !!

thank you to @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags <3

a little dream snippet from “your body comes back to me in dreams”

Fire. That's all Henry felt as his body was flush against the other’s. Their naked chests rubbing up against each other feverishly and slicked in sweat. It felt so real, the burn, the unbridled passion that emerged between their bodies. The exchange of their energies to each other.

There were no words shared between them—there didn’t need to be. Henry looked into his brown eyes, relishing in the attention of them. Those eyes that he has seen in his dreams so many times before they’ve become almost as familiar as his own. That’s what they felt like in a way. His own.

Henry threw his head back as he felt the other man lick down his neck and over his pulse point, while his hands were firmly wrapped around both of them, pumping their lengths furiously. The movement of his hands and the thrusts of Henry’s hips both sloppy and inexorable.

open tag to anyone who sees this and @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @happiness-of-the-pursuit @dragonflylady77 @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @bitbybitwrites @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @magicandarchery @firenati0n @daisymae-12 @affectionatelyrs @indomitable-love @suseagull04 @indestructibleheart @matherines

#this is way more than six sentences but IDC HA #soulmates au #wordsofhoneydew writes #fic: your body comes back to me in dreams #six sentences sunday #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #prince henry rwrb #rwrb movie #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex x henry #rwrb alex #firstprince #rwrbsource

[monbons]

Six Question Sunday

Happy Bunny Day, all! Thanks for the tags @thewholelemon, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @roomwithanopenfire, and @noblecorgi.

I literally cannot share what I have been working on this week, since I am well into the last third of the fic now. Perhaps that is better for you all. I am pretty sure I have made @thewholelemon cry repeatedly this week. (Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!)

In lieu of six sentences, have six questions I have typed into ChatGPT/Google this week.

Explain British nobility and ranks to me please. (Embarrassing I didn't already know this with how much Downtown Abbey and The Crown I've watched.)

Do any Vegas restaurants have Michelin stars? (Sort-of. Michelin guides for LV are not published anymore, so technically the answer is no. However, there are still some places in operation that were once included in the guides.)

If Baz Pitch were an animal at the zoo, what would he be? (Honestly, supremely unhelpful answers. Thanks for nothing, AI.)

When was the London Symphony Orchestra founded? (1904)

Date ideas for Washington, DC in 2008. (Another list of supremely unhelpful answers.)

When were china cabinets invented? (A long ass time ago.)

Are these questions all over the place? Yes. Will they make sense once you read my fic? Hopefully yes. Will I have something to actually share on WIP Wednesday? Fingers crossed!

Have a lovely week! Hellos and high-fives under the cut.

@thewholelemon, @roomwithanopenfire, @noblecorgi, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @emeryhall, @valeffelees, @beastmonstertitan, @raenestee, @arthurkko, @iamamythologicalcreature, @hushed-chorus, @rimeswithpurple

#did you know chat gpt can do more than just write terrible essays? #i finally started writing the slow burn dates! be proud of me! #the eternal life of baz pitch #addie larue x snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #carry on fanfiction #six sentence sunday

[sexynetra]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

I was going to work on this more during my shift but then I remembered it is Oscars day and I’m chronically addicted to awards shows 😔 anyways here’s the intro to my grandekofi bar au <3

~~~~~~

Two drinks. Just two.

That was how many drinks it took for Dame to admit she was in love with Tia. Well, admit it to herself at least.

She stared at her reflection in the grimy bathroom mirror of the bar Hannah had dragged them all out to for her birthday. Even with the dingy lighting, Dame could see the flush of her cheeks, left over from when Tia had wrapped her arms around her waist as they waited at the bar. It wasn’t long after that that she had excused herself.

#six sentence sunday #sss #grandekofi #I do have more than this written I realize that intro makes it seem like I don’t #but I do!!! #I just think the intro is compelling enough to post :) #anyways Oscar’s are going okay so far da’vine won but I had it muted during her speech bc I’m at work #so I’ll watch that when I get home #and they showed a dog :) #I don’t like jimmy Kimmel so he’s annoying me but whatever #anyways!!!! #my writing #La grande dame #tia kofi #dametia #drag race #rpdr #RuPaul’s drag race #uk vs the world #ukvtw2 #drag race uk vs the world

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Some Sentences on a Sunday

So, it's Sunday, and well my sinuses have been pounding all day attempting to work their way out of my head I'm certain

Apparently, that means all I write is stuff that is nowhere near where I'm at in what I fondly call 'hockey and books' that makes me wanna cry as if the pain wasn't bad enough lol so I'm a share some of that with y'all - even though it's rough and def needs edits lol

❤️Thanks ever so much for the tags today - @typicalopposite @agame-writes @bitbybitwrites @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @england-would-fall @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste @adreamareads @stellarm - I am excited to check out what ya posted ❤️

It's a double six sentence sunday today - which means I counted but didn't like where it ended and I do what I wanna really lol

Alex is soaring across the ice, skating the best damn game of his life, getting open, and putting the puck in the net; he’s got himself a hat trick this game. He, Liam, and their team are ahead and just ready to put this baby to bed. It’s less than 2 minutes left in the third period, and they’re in the middle of a power play. Some goons from the other team have been gunning for Alex the whole game, ramming him into the boards with extra force that the officials apparently don’t see, flinging slurs under their breath as they do so. Two of them had finally got caught when they had decided elbowing and butt-ending Alex in front of one of the officials who actually will call it was a good idea. So, now, here they are in the middle of a power play, fast approaching the end of this game and another win - he’s chasing the puck Liam flings in front of him. When it happens, he sees Henry in his seat out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t even aware he was here this whole game and assumed he wouldn’t be since he had ripped Alex’s heart out only 3 days ago, but there he is, and Alex is distracted for that moment. That moment allows the guy from the other team to come at him and take him completely unaware, with no chance of bracing for the impact as he is rammed into the boards. His whole body is on fire, as the force of the collision with the wall is felt throughout; he doesn’t realize he’s falling until his ass hits the ice. He sees his helmet roll on the ice before he feels the moment of contact where his head slams into the ice. He thinks he hears his name shouted in a familiar voice, only it doesn’t sound like it usually does when he’s heard it. It’s the last thing he hears before the darkness overtakes him.

Alex will be fine, and our boys will work their shit out at some point, but they are gonna suffer a bit more in this than I had planned

As it is late(and I'm certain everyone has already done this) and I can no longer look at this laptop and need to re-med I'm gonna leave this an open tag for anyone who wants it - SO IF UR READING THIS AND HAVEN'T YET POSTED AND WANT TO PLZ TAG ME SO I CAN SEE WHAT YA WROTE AND DON'T HAFTA HUNT IT DOWN lol

#six sentence sunday #but doubled #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb wip #hockey and books #i'm not sure how this became so much more than planned but that means it's gonna be so much bigger than planned most likely lol #once again my characters are veering off in another direction and now i hafta play catch-up to get them there lol

[finntheehumaneater]

six sentence Sunday Monday

late to this one (as always)

I was tagged by the lovely @hbyrde36 and @pearynice, hallo 🩵

rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work

(From these dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves)

“Just um…wanted to look into the club,” he lied quickly, dropping his hands back at his sides, hating how they felt so useless and awkward just being there, not doing anything. “Hey, is there a, uh—a girl named Eddie in there?”

“Nope,” the guy said, crossing his arms. “I’m the only Eddie in this club. And—hold on, you wanted to look into Hellfire?”

“Hellfire, what….” Steve paused, squinting and looking back up at the paper sign above the door. His head hurt. “Oh, uh. Yeah. Yeah, sure. Right.”

—

tagging (no pressure 🩵): @ataliagold @paperbackribs @a-little-unsteddie (Rowan you have to do it. All the pressure mwhaha)

#Tag games #six sentence sunday #This might be more than six sentences #Lmao #but I do what I want #Rules are for non mentally ill people

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

Six Sentence Sunday!

Y'all! The amount of tags I've had pinging my phone throughout the day today as I tippity typed along on my New Year's Eve AU is astounding. I don't deserve all of you lovely humans wanting to read my words, but I'm grateful for it.

To @kiwiana-writes, @firenati0n, @ninzied, @sparklepocalypse, @notspecialbabe, @affectionatelyrs, @suseagull04, @ships-to-sail, @anincompletelist, and @happiness-of-the-pursuit, envision me pressing my hand to my heart with the biggest expression of love on my face. I adore y'all, and I'm loving everything you've already posted.

With that being said, would it be all right if I gave you all TWO sections of (sort of) six sentences from my first multichapter fic, starting posting this Wednesday, AND the New Year's Eve AU aka the first AU ever that wandered into my brain and took up residence? I sure hope so because y'all are gonna get these twelve-ish sentences anyway haha.

The official White House Christmas ornament arrives each year by way of an envelope they both know is from Zahra despite the fact that she’s never once signed her name to it. On more than one occasion, Alex has caught her smiling at each of the ornaments while visiting during the Christmas season. When she spots him watching, he’s typically met with the nearest throw pillow to the face, which he knows is her way of expressing her unconditional love for him, so he always ensures there’s a throw pillow on the edge of the couch closest to the tree when she comes for just such occasions. Bea has sent along some of Henry’s childhood ornaments, similar to Alex’s, and they combine Henry’s box of polo-playing figurines and a commemorative Oxford ornament with the lacrosse ornament from the tree at the White House and Alex’s commemorative Georgetown ornament. It’s Nora who managed to track down a special edition Rio Olympics ornament somewhere on the black market, or probably eBay. It had appeared in their mailbox one day with a note that said, “So you’ll never forget where it all started.” And when they Facetimed her, both crying and grateful, she’d waved them off and added, “I just hope it reminds you of all the times you could have been hooking up over the years” with a knowing wink.

AND

And his eyes…God, his eyes. Cast in the glow of passing strobes in a variety of colors, they seem to transform.  A green light passes, and they’re aqua, like a tropical sea in a land with no name somewhere just beyond the boundary of paradise. When he’s bathed in a yellow as bright as the early morning sun, his eyes flash emerald beneath. Bright red, the color of warning, of hazard, of stop please turn back and forget about the dangers that lay ahead, turns purple, diluting its energy into something less treacherous and far more regal, as if the gold in his mask and his carefully curated armor would be far better served as a glittering crown atop his already golden head. But it’s the white light slashing across his face to accent the original blue, as deep and fathomless as the ocean itself, that steals Alex’s breath. Like he could dive in and never surface, and he’d be perfectly happy drowning in the depths of Henry.

I still have a few hours, so I'm gonna toss some tags out for: @whimsymanaged, @inexplicablymine, @rockyroadkylers, @indestructibleheart, @littlemisskittentoes, @heybuddy-drabbles, @statueinthestonetoo, @vanillahigh00, and @ssmtskw

As always, consider this tag WIDE OPEN for all of you lovelies out there to share your work! Please please always tag me so I can read and yeet your work out into my little curated corner of the world!

#six sentence sunday #more like 14 sentences #I'm not sorry #y'all I wanna get real for a second #I'm so excited #and so scared #to share these fics in their entirety with the world #They have taken more of my time and more of my heart than any I've ever written #and I just hope that y'all love them as much as I loved writing them #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fanfiction #my wips #my fics #my writing

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 09.17.23

I fell into the AI picture generating app, and here are some of the things I came up with since I haven't been able to write at all. At least... I'm still thinking about this story.

Original Post: 09/17/23 at 10:02PM EST.

One day... I will finish this story. Until that day I'm going to keep trying.

So for now, you guys get another little snippet from it. with more AI pictures.

Chapter 17: The Wedding

The Series: The Rotten Apple🍎

The Book: TRH and beyond

Pairings: Eleanor x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process (as it has been for the last 85 years)

Nico stopped reading for a second, glancing up, he thought he had heard something but now all he heard was silence, and resumed reading his book.

Hearing the sound again he approached the window. There stood Elle in the grass throwing pebbles at his window.

“Elle what are you doing? We promised we would not see each other until the ceremony tomorrow.”

“And we have 30 minutes before the 12 hour mark before our wedding. Come with me Nico.”

“Ana….”

“Ana is sleeping, she’ll be fine. We won’t be gone long I promise. There’s something I need to tell you.”

Nico quickly put on his shoes and met Elle outside.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

The pair wound up at the garden overlooking the ocean where their wedding would be held tomorrow afternoon. The area had already been prepped, and the gazebo where they would take their vows had already been painted.

“A little more than twelve hours from now, we’ll be standing here taking vows, pledging our lives to each other. I wrote my vows.”

“I did too Elle, we agreed to do that.”

“You don’t understand. I wrote two sets.”

“Why?”

“Because these are the vows you really deserve to hear, that I am too much of a coward to say in front of our whole world.”

“Elle…..”

“Please… let me do this. I need to do this.”

Together the pair stood as they would be tomorrow, for their ceremony. Elle looked Nico in the eyes and began to speak her truth.

“Nico, I was a terrible person, a horrible human being. I was manipulative, conniving, and I hurt you in the worst way possible. I took someone very precious away from you.”

Nico’s eyes were filled with tears.

“Elle stop…”

“Please… let me finish.”

“Words can’t say how sorry I am for what I did to you, and all the pain and hurt I inflicted on your life. And somehow in spite of that, you still have love in your heart for me, you raised our daughter in a house full of love for years without me, and you had every opportunity to poison her mind about me, and you didn’t do that. You are a good man Nico, a great man that at times I feel like I don’t deserve, for your unconditional love. Very few people in my life have ever shown me that.”

#bebepac writes #choices fanfiction #choices fic writers creations #cfwc sunday six #six sentence sunday #always more than six #the rotten apple #elle x nico #trr fanfic #trr fandom

[flowercrowngods]

the ever lovely @cuoredimuschio tagged me in six sentence sunday

and i’m half passed out in bed already but i gotta do what i gotta do 🤍 some time travel au words with double/triple sentence count bc lord have i been tagged a lot in those lately 🫶

Owens wants to talk with him — well, as much as the scientist leader of a secret government project that makes political super weapons of unborn children can ever just want to talk with someone like Steve. It makes him shudder every time Hopper mentions it in an off-sentence, just a side note over the sizzling food on the stove, just an afterthought when he grabs a beer for himself and a coke for Steve.

And every time, Steve freezes with the ice cold rush of panic, his jaw clenching shut and the nausea he’s been fighting all day crashing on him tenfold.

Steve knows what they do to helpless children and their mothers; he knows what they do to people who ask just the wrong question, or who know just a bit too much. He doesn’t even want to imagine what they’d do with him if they find out what he knows. If they get it in their heads that he knows everything; if they make him out to be someone who’s a lot more than a scared, confused teenager who got wrapped up in some bullshit that’s so much bigger than him.

Owens wants to talk with him. It didn’t go so well last time — images of broken skulls and bodies ripped limb to limb come back to him, swirling in nausea and feverish fear that leaves him immovable and deaf to the world at least once a day.

“Told him I’d put a bullet through his head if he tries,” Hopper adds that night, and Steve, still frozen and suddenly feverish, lifts his eyes away from the nothingness to look at him. Hopper is looking at him, too — because they do that now — and there’s something in those eyes. A surprising genuineness. Fierce. Familiar.

And suddenly it’s like the walls are extending around him, the ceiling ascending as the world outgrows him and leaves him tiny and pathetic and with one more reminder that he doesn’t belong here. Now. It’s pathetic, how much relief it brings to hear Hopper utter such a direct threat, announcing he would kill someone for Steve like he’s talking about the weather.

It’s twisted, the feeling of security so wrong in its nature, and yet so pure. It battles all the other things he’s feeling; all of them leaving him without the energy to speak.

So he remains still, tempests of emotions and thoughts and memories warring inside him, and all he can do is hope that Hopper understands his silence for now.

Please don’t kill anyone for me, he wants to say, but also Yes, please and Thank you.

With a grunt and a nod, Hopper turns back to his food, and Steve envies him for his ability to move right now; for the ability to eat anything at all. He envies him for not knowing.

But he takes that envy and shoves it into the tempest, feeling only tendrils of it lingering in his mind, and adding to the mess of things he carries inside his chest.

It will burst one day, he knows. It already feels too tight to breathe.

#i almost fell asleep twice while writing this so pardon me pls 🤍 but also thank you so much for tagging me in this #maybe i’ll tag people in the morning when i can remember names again #time travel au #tine travel steve #six sentence sunday #except it’s way more than six #steve harrington #oh shit wait i didn’t realise How Much that was hdhdh oh well it’s just with this story i can never really stop :(

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Six Sentence Sunday

Another six sentences! I'm counting the first line as a sentence don't @ me. The fic I'm calling 'the Retirement fic', in which Ice and Mav shack up together after the uranium mission to heal, and actually heal a little.

#adi is a writer #icemav #six sentence sunday #the process #retirement au #it's been a hard and very weird week and I did more plotting than writing #so there's not much new stuff to share #sorry y'all hopefully next week will be better