#I sometimes forget that not everyone is familiar with certain lesser known tropes

[yaz-the-spaz]

7-7-7 Writing Challenge

The rules: go to page 7 of your WIP (work in progress), go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

omg lol so @doveziam re-tagged me cause she’s evil lmao jk but this time i’m posting three snippets so none of y’all can re-tag me again (i hope lol) :P

(From my ot5 roadies/servant!liam au:)

“And where exactly is he supposed to sleep?”[Louis says]

Harry shrugs sheepishly. “I was thinking maybe we could make up the couch.”

“So we’re just gonna let some stranger who came to us by way of box sleep on our couch? Oh, well, that’s just fine, that’s brilliant, Harold! Why don’t we just invite the homeless drug-addict couple from down the road to stay here too, and the stray cat that lives in the alley! I’m sure they’d be wonderful house-guests, don’t you think?”

(From my sex pollen ziam au:)

Liam pouts, frustrated that Zayn doesn’t believe him and that he’s no longer as close as he was a few moments ago and Zayn starts to pull away again, saying, “This is ridiculous,” but Liam pulls him right back down, tucking his face into Zayn’s neck and breathing him in.

“Liam, you’re high…or whatever this is,” Zayn says, pulling away a third time and gesturing at Liam’s prone form. Then, a little gentler, “If you still want this when you’re sober and back to yourself, I’ll be here, okay? But…not like this.”

He gets up, ambling over to his dresser where he starts to pull out clean clothes and Liam whimpers as the heat suddenly comes rushing back in full force. His skin feels like it’s boiling, like someone doused him in gasoline and lit a match and the fire is slowly crawling over him, engulfing him. He writhes on the bed, trying to rub any exposed skin he can against the cool duvet but it doesn’t help. It only makes the feeling worse until it feels like every part of him that’s touching something starts to hurt, to burn with a fierce heat that’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

(From my original fic about an angsty gay teen incubus who hates being an incubus; *Ian is the main character, Theo is his step-brother just to avoid confusion:)

[Theo doesn’t know much about incubi,] having spent most of his life living with his Siren mother until she died three years ago and their dad took him in. But Ian’s pretty sure he doesn’t care to know either way, just like Ian doesn’t much care to know all about the ins and outs of being a Siren. He knows the basics from the little bit he’s read here and there online and what he’s seen himself of Theo’s powers and their effect on people and that’s pretty much all he needs to know.

Ironically that’s also how he’s learned most of what he knows about his own species. A good portion of it is just his own observations. But outside of that he’s read pretty much every book he could get his hands on and devoured every bit of piecemeal information he could find online, myth and fact because he’d pretty much come into this whole thing blind and had no way of telling the difference between the two at first. Not until after a lengthy process of trial and error at least.

tagging the same peeps as last time since i still can’t think of anyone else i’m mutuals with on here who writes but i’m not gonna bother re-listing them here and bombarding them with even more notifications so. y’all know who you are (if you all even see this)…