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[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Sunday Sentences, November 10, 2024

Well, it's that time of the week(end) again. I was tagged by the always wonderful @kiwiana-writes @thighzp @sophie1973 @run-for-chamo-miles @porcelainmortal and

@faketrex. (the fact tumblr can't get it's tagging shit together is baffling to me)

This will most likely be the last preview of (the only truth) everything comes back to you. We only have chapters 8, 9, and the epilogue left my friends.

I hope you enjoy!

“The Pavlovian response you have to a fresh cup of coffee is…” Henry sets the mug down on Alex’s nightstand. Alex pushes himself up onto his elbows. “No Pavlov. Too early,” he mutters and sits up fully, the covers falling away from his chest. Henry slides back into bed and lowers his head to leave a light kiss on Alex’s bare shoulder as he gets comfortable.

Throwing out some no pressure tags to @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull04 @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sparklepocalypse

@cha-melodius @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @taste-thewaste @nocoastposts

@fullsunsets @thesleepyskipper @stereopticons @stellarmeadow @cactusdragon517

@judasofsuburbia @seths-rogens @bitbybitwrites @caterpills and an open tag if you have words to share (please tag me!)

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Sunday Sentences, November 3, 2024

Hey, it's Sunday again! And you know what that means! I means I was tagged by @onthewaytosomewhere @kiwiana-writes @suseagull04 @sophie1973 @thesleepyskipper and

@seths-rogens to share words.

Enjoy this small bit from the upcoming chapter of (the only truth) everything comes back to you:

Alex glances down as Henry shifts a little, stretching to try and get more comfortable. Alex tugs off his shirt, rolls it up, and carefully slides it under Henry's neck. Henry opens his eyes and looks at him, after thoroughly scanning over the long expanse of Alex's torso. "Are you trying to seduce me, darling?" "Why? Is it working?" Alex grins. Henry rests a hand on his chest and closes his eyes again. "Love, you have bewitched me, body and soul." "I always knew I was the Lizzie to your Darcy." Alex covers Henry's hand with his own and threads their fingers together. "You've never even read the book," Henry teases. "But I have seen the movie," Alex counters. He feels Henry's gentle laugh under their hands more than he hears it.

Gentle, no pressure nudges to: @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @caterpills @stereopticons @stellarmeadow

@sparklepocalypse @porcelainmortal @getmehighonmagic @thinkof-england @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@firenati0n @wordsofhoneydew @inexplicablymine @nocoastposts @henryspearl and, as always, an open tag because my memory is shite and I'm sure I've left someone off my list and I just really want to yell and scream over what you've written.

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

WIP Wednesday, November 6, 2024

It feels weird, and kind of not right, to be posting a WIP Wednesday today given the election fuckery from last night. I'm not going to be one of those folks that says shit like, "today, i cry. tomorrow, i fight."

Because honestly, fuck that shit. I'm tired. And I know a lot of y'all are tired, too.

But until I figure out where the fuck to go from here, I may as well share words, just as @suseagull04, @cactusdragon517, and @porcelainmortal did. I hope these words from chapter 7 will make you smile. It'll be a bit delayed because of said election fuckery and my amazing betas needing to take care of their mental and emotional health, too.

So, from chapter 7 of (the only truth) everything comes back to you:

Once dinner is finished, Henry heads upstairs to change out of his work clothes into something comfortable to lounge in for the night. Alex makes sure the kitchen is cleaned up and the dishwasher is loaded, and calls out to Henry to find a movie for them to watch as he jogs upstairs himself. He changes into gray sweatpants and a thread-worn black tank top, and stops back in the kitchen to dish out two bowls of ice cream. “Christ, it took you long enough.” Henry feigns irritation when he takes the bowl Alex offers. “Whatever, you could have started the movie at any time, sweetheart.” Alex plops down onto the couch beside Henry and kicks his feet up onto the table. “Raised in a bloody barn,” Henry mutters and shoves a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. “No, just Texas. Though I can understand how that might be confusing to you given how many farms there are in Texas.” Alex pushes play on the remote, leaving Henry speechless. “Arse,” Henry mutters.

tagging with no pressure because I know it's hard to create in times like these, but I would love to share your words nonetheless: @thinkof-england @getmehighonmagic @onthewaytosomewhere @stereopticons @seths-rogens

@judasofsuburbia @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @cha-melodius @kiwiana-writes

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anincompletelist @read-and-write- @heysweetheart-writes @sophie1973

@stellarmeadow @thesleepyskipper @nocoastposts @caterpills @14carrotghoul

@tailsbeth-writes @freyjaexplores @faketrex @tinyarmedtrex and, as always, an open tag for you to take if you feel so inclined.

Love you all, friends.

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

WIP Wednesday, July 17, 2024

*peeks around the corner* Oh. Hey. Hi. I've been relatively quiet lately because I haven't had any new words to share. But, now I do.

Thanks for the tags today @kiwiana-writes and @cha-melodius. And thanks for the tags on Sunday @sophie1973 @onthewaytosomewhere and @suseagull04

Please have another peek at my RBB fic (which is just under 15k words now). And don't worry, I haven't forgotten Ficlet Friday requests. Those are in the works, too.

Without further ado:

He braces his hands on the sides of Alex's neck once more when they finally part, chests heaving against each other as they try to catch their breaths. Alex rests his forehead against his and Henry's eyes close as he takes it all in. Alex's thumb swipes back and forth slowly against his side, the other circling around to his lower back; need, want, comfort, care, and love all wrapped up in the press of a firm hand and long fingers against the base of his spine. Henry's fingers curl in gently against Alex's neck. "I need you," he says softly, and it's more than just needing Alex inside him, filling a space that only he fits into. It's an I need you to love me. I need you to give me strength. I need you to push away the uncertainty. I need you to make me feel alive.

Some no pressure tags below the cut. And as always, an open tag for those of you with words that want to play along.

@anincompletelist @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @priincebutt @porcelainmortal

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @taste-thewaste @thinkof-england @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic

@freyjaexplores @faketrex @cricketnationrise @wordsofhoneydew @ninzied

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes @thesleepyskipper @stereopticons @sheepywritesfics

@iboatedhere @tailsbeth-writes

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Seven Several A WHOLE LOT OF SENTENCES SUNDAY, October 13, 2024

Hola friends! I think it's been a hot minute since I did a Sunday Sentences (or maybe it's WIP Wednesdays? not important). So a bunch of thanks to @onthewaytosomewhere @sophie1973 @suseagull04 and @stellarmeadow for the tags today.

Enjoy a snippet from chapter 6 of (the only truth) everything comes back to you (heads up, chapter 4 is up on Wednesday)

"Do I need a reason to kiss my husband?" Henry's eyes dart from Alex's eyes to his mouth and back again. "No," Alex answers, slowly drawing the answer out. "Well, I actually do have a reason, which is that I hadn't kissed you hello yet and I wanted to do it before you got garlic breath." Alex scoffs and drops his hand from Henry's waist as he leans back. "Since when is being less than minty fresh a requirement? Also, when you take into account that your garlic breath will cancel out my garlic breath everything—" Henry tugs Alex into a devastating kiss by his tie and grins when all Alex can manage to do after is flutter his criminally long eyelashes in a succession of rapid blinks. "Now, be a good boy and eat your lunch," Henry grins and releases his hold on Alex's tie.

An open tag as always, but no pressure tags to @porcelainmortal @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @thinkof-england

@cha-melodius @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @read-and-write- @taste-thewaste

@tailsbeth-writes @thesleepyskipper @stereopticons @judasofsuburbia @bitbybitwrites

@caterpills and @inexplicablymine (if I tagged you and you already shared, let me know so I can go find it and reblog it)

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Several Sentence Sunday, October 20, 2024

Happy Sunday night, y'all, and thanks for the tags today @onthewaytosomewhere @sophie1973 @suseagull04 @porcelainmortal @iboatedhere.

Enjoy a taste of Henry being an absolute menace from an upcoming chapter of (the only truth) everything comes back to you.

He doesn't know exactly when Alex will be home, but he figures he has enough time to go upstairs and change from his work clothes into something a bit more comfortable. Once he's changed and back down in the kitchen Henry turns on the oven and sets it to the temperature from the recipe. With the oven preheating he grabs one of the aprons that hangs inside the pantry door and puts it on. Henry hears the front door open, the clink of keys from Alex dropping his onto the credenza, and the click of his dress shoes on the hardwood floor as he comes closer to the kitchen. "I picked up the pizza," Alex says casually. Henry is just finishing tying the apron strings around his waist when the clack of dress shoes stops suddenly followed by a muttered, "Holy fuck." The red mesh booty shorts Henry is wearing—the only thing he's wearing aside from the apron—have had the desired effect.

My tag is always open if you have words and want to share (be sure to tag me if you take it!). But also giving very gentle nudges to @firenati0n @anincompletelist @getmehighonmagic @thinkof-england

@stereopticons @judasofsuburbia @thighzp @bitbybitwrites

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

(the only truth) everything comes back to you | Rating: E

i. my pain is such an imposition

Henry doesn't know the exact moment it happens. He can't tell if they've been in this coexisting mode for days, weeks, or months. He doesn't want to think that maybe they've been in this place for years. Or: The one where Alex and Henry's marriage reaches a low point. Will Alex catch on to make things right, or will he watch Henry walk away and his marriage crumble? Part 1 of an outstanding playlist by the wonderful @stereopticons, here on spotify.

Well, friends, it's here! my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic is finally here!

I owe a limitless amount of thanks to @getmehighonmagic and @porcelainmortal for getting me out of my own head, for brainstorming, and just for yelling at me in the gdoc and DMs. This wouldn't exist without you both.

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

vi. when i'm alone with you

"Hello, darling." Henry steps forward. "H-Hi," Alex gulps. "I… I thought we were doing pizza and a 'Bake Off' marathon." Henry takes the pizza box from him and sets it on the counter, then takes Alex's phone from his hand and turns it off. He slides the phone into Alex’s pocket. "Oh, we are. I just thought it might add to the fun if there were a twist to it. A challenge, if you will." "What kind of challenge?" Alex swallows hard when Henry reaches up to undo the knot in his tie and pull it off slowly.

Or: Henry is a big ol' tease

i. my pain is such an imposition | ii. but if you choose me | iii. and fix what i've broken | iv. stay in my arms and let me hold you | v. seeing a new light

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

vii. i choose you and me...religiously

Henry continues his rant, adding his frustration over the time it will take to find someone that can fill the very specific types of law they need. “Henry!” Alex raises his voice with a laugh and Henry stops mid-sentence. He looks at Alex with wide eyes and Alex shakes his head. “Baby. You don’t have to search that hard, you know?” “I don’t?” “No.” Alex shakes his head. “I think you’ll find the solution you’re looking for is much closer than you think.”

or: big decisions and being in love

i. my pain is such an imposition | ii. but if you choose me | iii. and fix what i've broken | iv. stay in my arms and let me hold you | v. seeing a new light | vi. when i'm alone with you

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

iv. stay in my arms and let me hold you

Henry feels the gentle tapping of Alex’s fingers against the side of his knee. “I saw you. I saw you the first time we met, and then dealing with your grandmother, and everything with your dad. Getting married and deciding to live in Brooklyn over Austin. And I heard everything I wanted to say, and should have said, but didn’t in my office the other night.” “You’re saying it now.” Henry leans down to kiss Alex gently. Alex nods. “I’m saying it now.”

Or: Alex and Henry fix what's broken

i. my pain is such an imposition | ii. but if you choose me | iii. and fix what i've broken

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

v. seeing a new light

Henry gives Alex's knee an affectionate squeeze. "Our goals change because we change, Alex, and that's not a bad thing. Nor does it mean you’ve failed,” he pauses and reaches up to move a stray curl off Alex’s forehead. “You'll know what's right for you when the time comes." The thing is, Alex thinks he already knows.

Or: Alex and Henry and what comes next

i. my pain is such an imposition | ii. but if you choose me | iii. and fix what i've broken | iv. stay in my arms and let me hold you

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

(the only truth) everything comes back to you

iii. and fix what i've broken

“I um…I made…I made lists,” Alex stammers and reaches for the folded-up pieces of paper that he’d stuffed into his back pocket before leaving the house. His hands tremble as he unfolds the first one. “All the …” he clears his throat. “All the reasons why I choose you and want you to come home,” he unfolds the second paper. “And all the things I will give up for you, no questions asked.” Henry’s shoulders drop slowly as he loosens his hold around himself, eyes shining with fresh tears, but he stays quiet. “I mean, you can…you can read through them yourself or…or I can.” Alex’s voice breaks. He takes a tentative step forward, and then a second until he’s nearly closed the gap between them. “But I love you. I do. I fucking love you, and I didn’t need time to know that you were my choice. That you will always be my choice.”

or: Alex pulls his head out of his ass.

i. my pain is such an imposition | ii. and if you choose me

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

(the only truth) everything comes back to you

ii. and if you choose me

“It all came up last minute, Henry. I had to shuffle some things and—” “—And I got pushed further down the list. Like always.” Henry doesn’t try to steady his voice this time. If Alex can’t see how Henry has been breaking after all this time, then Henry is going to make sure he hears it clearly. He turns away from the window to see Alex’s jaw flex and the way his fingertips start tapping against his thumb, one after the other, over and over. “How far down the list did I drop? How many other things came before me?” Alex swallows hard and brings his other hand up to scratch at the stubble on his cheek. “It’s not like that, Henry.” “Yes, it is. It has been for a while now, and we both know it.” Henry brings his hands together and twists the gold band around his left ring finger. Alex looks at him and then looks away, and Henry can almost see the wheels turning in his mind, fast and chaotic. He takes another step closer when Alex looks at him again. “I can’t do this anymore, Alex.”

Or: Henry chooses himself.

i. my pain is such an imposition

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Sunday Sentences, June 30, 2024

It may be the end of Pride month, but like Christmas, I keep that spirit with me the whole damn year so Pride never actually ends.

To celebrate, I have words to share with you. Thank you for tagging me @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste @cha-melodius @onthewaytosomewhere and @porcelainmortal for the tags. It's been pretty quiet around here today.

Anyway, let's celebrate the end of Pride with a spicy snippet below the cut, shall we?

Alex's mouth moves to Henry's neck as he pushes the shirt off Henry's shoulders and down his arms. He moans softly as cool air hits his bare skin and threads his fingers into the curls at the back of Alex's head. Alex's mouth moves slowly in sharp contrast to the desperation of before and Henry leans his head back against the wall, allowing him more room to work. His breath quickens and a shiver runs through him as the feather light touch of Alex's fingers dragging up his sides. His hands move with purpose and Alex leaves no curve untouched, no ridge unexplored, sinking into the soft parts of him like a man returning to the comfort of home after a long absence. “Fuck, it’s been too long,” Alex breathes, lips curling into a smile against Henry’s neck.

It's still Sunday for some of us for the next little while, and it's Monday for some folks, but still sending gentle nudges to @getmehighonmagic @anincompletelist @firenati0n @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

@kiwiana-writes @stereopticons @piratefalls @happiness-of-the-pursuit @thinkof-england

@sparklepocalypse @littlemisskittentoes @cricketnationrise @eusuntgratie @affectionatelyrs

@inexplicablymine @thesleepyskipper @fullerthanskippyand an open tag for anyone that has words to share.