#six sentence sunday

[bookish-bogwitch]

Six Sentence Solstice

Helloooo! Thank you to everyone who has been tagging me over the past few months. I’ve been around but haven’t felt much like sharing; I usually hate whatever I’m writing until the first draft is done, but I finally have a first draft of Basil Pitch’s Diary to edit, and feel suddenly excited to share.

Next week I am hosting my family for Christmas and will be cosplaying as a Dickens character by roasting a goose. The goose chase (nearest goose farm is 30 miles away) will take a lot of my energy tomorrow, so we're here a day early. Festive solstice, y'all. Here are are six fifteen sentences.

“Why are you being so nice to him?” Had not told Niall about the truce with Snow. Could not tell him about the Mage dropping Snow discarding Snow like a broken appliance. Obviously Snow was better off without him, but Snow didn’t see it that way. I didn’t want to embarrass him.  And I didn’t want to watch Niall cock his head and say Oh, Baz … “I’m not.” “You gave him an answer in Magic Words.” Miss Possibelf had been lecturing on how spells lose potency with disuse and had called on Snow to name an example. Did not think anyone had heard me lean toward him and whisper Deez nuts. “Power move.” “And at lunch the other day,” Niall pressed, “you spelled mustard off his tie.”  Fuck. Had thought Niall had been distracted, like everyone else in the dining hall, by the spectral pixie grandmother reducing our classmate to sparkly tears. I’d been haunted, too, by the image of neglected baby Simon, ignored by his caretakers, slathering himself in condiments.

Broken appliance inspo was my vacuum cleaner, which broke last night after years of faithful service. Maybe I’ll get it fixed, or maybe I’ll just murder it and steal its magic.

Tagging @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @thewholelemon @monbons

@mooncello @skeedelvee @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @moodandmist @ileadacharmedlife

@fatalfangirl @artsyunderstudy @emeryhall @raenestee @ic3que3n

@whogaveyoupermission @stitchy-queerista @blackberrysummerblog @alexalexinii @gekkoinapeartree

@brilla-brilla-estrellita @shrekgogurt @scone-lover @nightimedreamersworld @stardustasincocaine

@martsonmars @onepintobean @agni-ashes @aristocratic-otter @alleycat0306

@fight-surrender @theearlgreymage @thehoneyedhufflepuff @iamamythologicalcreature @youarenevertooold

@technetiumai @roomwithanopenfire @hushed-chorus @theimpossibledemon @comesitintheclover

@goblindad-emoshit @rimeswithpurple @messofthejess @forabeatofadrum @nausikaaa

@johnwgrey @prettygoododds @run-for-chamo-miles @best--dress @arthurkko

[emeryhall]

Thank you @bookish-bogwitch for the tag! I'm imitating you because I too have time to post today, but not tomorrow. I am so excited for more BPD. Happy solstice, y'all!

And thank you to everyone who's tagged me in WIP Wednesdays and Six Sentence Sundays recently. I've been writing but haven't wanted to share since it's in RWRB. Apparently I'm in sad Henry POV mode. Chapters 2 and 3 of my CORB collab are written though, so once the art is ready, we should post soon!

In the meantime, for anyone who's interested in a RWRB spy thriller, here are way more than six sentences from the future chapter 6. ❤️💙🩵

“Morning, sweetheart,” Alex says. As if they do this every morning. As if Henry has the right to come up behind him, wrap his arms around his waist, and press his lips into his hair. As if Alex has the right to make Henry feel that way.

Maybe it’s the glasses. Maybe it’s the Pavlovian response that causes humans to view anything with big eyes as innocent. Maybe it’s the prescription bottles confirming that Alexander Claremont-Diaz is indeed Alexander Claremont-Diaz. Maybe it was lying in bed with a fellow insomniac while the light shifted from black to grey. Maybe it was the multiple orgasms, or the way Alex knew what Henry wanted and gave it to him.

Maybe it’s Alex here, now, barefoot in a white t-shirt and boxer-briefs, looking soft and sleep-rumpled and pushing a plate of homemade eggs towards Henry that makes Henry say, “I’ll show you my notebooks.”

“What?” Alex pauses mid-push.

Henry pulls the plate the rest of the way, picks up a fork, and takes a bite of eggs.

@artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @cutestkilla @raenestee @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

@larkral @rimeswithpurple @shrekgogurt @orange-peony @alexalexinii

@facewithoutheart @noblecorgi @monbons @hushed-chorus @mooncello

@iamamythologicalcreature @skeedelvee @prettygoododds @rbkzz @roomwithanopenfire

@messofthejess @fiend-for-culture @run-for-chamo-miles @rainbow-0bsidian @youarenevertooold

And anyone I forgot! I still have no organized way of tagging.

[thesleepyskipper]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you to @onthewaytosomewhere, @kiwiana-writes, @orchidscript, @suseagull04 and @sophie1973 for the tags today! When I realized I had nothing to share, it actually helped me get started on my next WIP idea! So smooches to all of you for that!😘

This is based on a song from one of my favourite bands called elevator love letter:

Henry’s office is on the twelfth floor of a skyscraper in Canary Wharf. There’s plenty of other offices, plenty of other people, plenty of other lost souls just like him who all make their way here every single day. Day in, day out; commute to and from the building, ride up and down the elevators. Every single bloody day. The routine is, to be frank, exhausting. And that doesn’t even include the actual work of it all.

Tag list under the cut for any friends who would care to share on this November day!

@welcometololaland, @cricketnationrise, @myheartalivewrites, @firenati0n

@rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @noahreids, @alasse9, @14carrotghoul

@three-drink-amy, @anincompletelist, @anchoredarchangel, @cha-melodius, @sparklepocalypse,

@stereopticons, @smblmn, @leaves-of-laurelin, @lilythesilly, @emmalostinwonderland

@nontoxic-writes, @indestructibleheart, @maxbegone, @piratefalls

@iboatedhere, @nocoastposts, @zwiazdziarka, @firstprincehornyramblings

@clockwrkpendrxgon, @run-for-chamo-miles, @tinyarmedtrex, @getmehighonmagic, @henryspearl

@judasofsuburbia, @heysweetheart-writes, @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites,

@jmagnabo92, @wordsofhoneydew, @theprinceandagcd, @miss-minnelli

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dragonflylady77, @agame-writes, @nocoastposts, @lightningboltreader

@inexplicablymine, @na-dineee, @notspecialbabe, @benwvatt, @cactusdragon517

@onetwistedmiracle, @ninzied, @porcelainmortal, @aforgottennymph, @caterpills

@kordeliafawkes, @stratocumulusperlucidus, @idealuk, @stellarmeadow, @eusuntgratie

@lizzie-bennetdarcy, @dreamtigress, @duchessdepolignaca03, @tailsbeth-writes,

@priincebutt, @stellarmeadow, @softboynick, @fullsunsets, @na-dineee

@firstprincefairytale, @rachelica9, @readstheroom, @anti-homophobia-cheese, @thighzp

@mikibwrites, @swearphil, @flowerfan2, @rarelyrad, @letloverule1111

@endlesstwanted, @glasshouses-and-stones, @swoonoveryou3, @thedramasummer, @jackzimmermemes

@miharaikko, @kj-bee, @dani-dabbles, @henryhenhazza,

@msmarvelouswinchester, @henrys-vodka-shot-glass, @shadegarden, @imintomakinghistory

@littlemisskittentoes, @reagcdfox, @lesliesknopes, @magicmelinoe

[kiwiana-writes]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

*taps mic, leans in carefully* This thing on?

(Thanks to @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!)

So… yeah. It's been a minute, huh? I didn't write anything for literal months, and then I dragged my muse back kicking and screaming via Kinktober which I wrote and posted on the fly so never really had any WIPs to speak of, and now I guess it's time to actually take a peek under the hood of my neglected writing folder. FOR EXAMPLE, the Big Secret Collab with @indestructibleheart that I decided to add some Big Fucking Feelings to this week. I am so hype for this fic and for us to actually start letting you in on what we're doing, y'all have no idea.

For Henry, religion has always been intrinsically intertwined with appearance and duty. Religion in his family meant uncomfortable suits and the flash of camera bulbs, just to sit through a service that held no more spiritual significance than the assemblies back at Eton.  It’s different for Alex, he knows. Alex can go a year without ever stepping foot inside a church and not think twice about it, but as soon as he does, there’s a peaceful slump to the set of his shoulders as though he’s literally setting his burdens down at the door. Henry has heard Alex refer to himself as “extremely fucking Catholic, which to be clear, is not the same thing as being a good Catholic” on multiple occasions, usually in the midst of a rant about a company applying the Twelve Days of Christmas to the wrong dates or a misunderstanding of what the Immaculate Conception refers to. Alex’s Catholicism is wound into his DNA, one of the many strands that have made him the wonderful man that he is.  Until now, though, Henry doesn’t think he’s ever realised just how much of that is very specifically Diaz.

Tags below the cut, and you may notice I'm paring this list WAY back from what it used to be. Please keep tagging me in your snippets, I love seeing them! But the whole thing was feeling very rat race-y which was a not-insignificant contributor to my writing burnout, and I'm trying to take the pressure off myself a bit by not constantly stressing over whether I've left someone out.

Tagging @blueeyedgrlwrites @cactusdragon517 @celeritas2997 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge

@cricketnationrise @dumbpeachjuice @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @lilythesilly

@myheartalivewrites @nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @orchidscript

@piratefalls @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @sparklepocalypse

@stereopticons @thesleepyskipper @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! 

[letraspal]

Sketch Sunday! It’s been a while since I posted a WIP. But for now it’s all I have. So here three snowbaz, one wolfstar. Autumn inspires me. I love autumn. Thanks for today’s tag and previous ones to @cutestkilla @orange-peony @monbons @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @blackberrysummerblog @alexalexinii @noblecorgi @emeryhall your creativity always inspires my soul. 💚💜

[thebiggerbear]

Six Sentence Sunday - 10/27/24 - Jake Gray x Reader

A/N: An excerpt from the upcoming "You're Mine". Having a lot of fun with this one. All specific spoilers have been taken out and it's a little more than six sentences. Please let me know what you think in the comments.

Warnings: smut; breeding kink; creampie; language

Jake Gray Taglist: @call-me-mrs-winchester; @solacedthistest; @deansimpala; @foxyjwls007; @onlyangel-444

@chevroletdean

JA Character Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx; @lyarr24; @rebel-paladin; @deans-spinster-witch

@bts24; @roseblue373; @nancymcl; @c1gs-coffee; @peachhiz

@kickingitwithkirk; @fanfic-n-tabulous; @illicithallways; @mentallyillandgae; @ladykitana90

@roseblue373; @radioactivatedspider; @zepskies

Forever Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel; @hobby27; @impala67rollingthroughtown; @ladysparkles78

You dug your nails into his shoulders and clenched down on him.

“Fuck,” Jake grunted. When you released him, he clutched your thighs and lifted slightly out of the chair, beginning to quickly thrust in and out of you. You could hear his panting increase and you knew he was close. “Tell me you’re not on anything.”

“I-I’m not,” you breathed.

He bucked his hips up a few more times until he stilled, letting out a loud groan into your ear as he held you in a tight grip. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warmth that was coating your insides. You grasped his hair in between your fingers when you heard him emit a soft mewl of a moan and felt his fingers clawing into your back, marking your skin with half-moon indentations. 

When he was done, he sat back into the chair and attempted to catch his breath. You waited a moment before carefully attempting to move to get up, but he immediately stopped you. “No,” burst out of him. You froze, not sure what prompted his reaction but you could hear the panic lacing the edge of the harsh command. Jake never panicked. He blew out a breath and buried his head into your shoulder, tightening his embrace around you as he spoke more softly into your ear, “No. Please stay, baby. Just…stay.” Your eyes began to blur with the building tears at his words; he sounded like the Jake you had always known. The boy with the bright eyes and soft smile who always made you laugh and showed you kindness when you seemed to need it most. You missed this Jake.

“Okay,” you choked out in a whisper and settled back into him.

He seemed to relax at that and pressed a kiss to the spot of skin underneath your ear in appreciation.

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dividers by @firefly-graphics | MDNI banner by @cafekitsune

[numptypylon]

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“He’s so hands-on and full of initiative, isn’t he?” Lujanne cooed, stroking Allen’s enormous biceps. “So strong and capable; don’t you just swoon?”

“Well, the swooniest boy in all the land is still standing, so I think it’s just you,” Rayla laughed.

“I do not swoon!” Callum protested.

“And yet, you instantly knew I was talking about you.”

“I swoon an extremely average amount!”

"Once per adventure, recently down from two?"

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Excerpt from a S6 chapter of my S4-6 between-canon-episodes fic, Downtime’s Up (successor to my S1-3 between-canon-scenes fics Downtime in Wartime and Upside Downtime). I swear I'm TRYING to write the NEXT chapter, but... S6, man...

[stark-ironman]

Shaving (Tony Stark Drabble)

This fic is apart of the Six Sentence Sundays that @mostly-marvel-musings invited me to join.

Hope you all enjoy!

Emotion: Determined

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Your tongue pokes slightly out of your mouth as you focus on shaving Tony's face while sitting on his lap, after having to bathe him due to the fact he came home all bruised and battered.

His hands hold you steady while he watches you through very tired eyes.

"Honey, let's just do this tomorrow," He softly says before continuing, "I'll be okay."

Tony sighs as he sees your face, knowing you're determined to take care of him any way you can right now and he can't help but smile at you.

"Tony, as much as I love you see you smile right now, I really need you to stop so I don't add on to your bruises and scars by cutting you."

He chuckles and pulls you down, kissing you softly before leaning his head back and letting you finish.

[blutopaz15]

six sentence sunday!

from the first chapter of ttm baby au prequel 🤭😉

[clearwillow]

A small bit from chapter 12, which is 14 pages long. *drops and runs*

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Now that Kagome was alone in her room, she felt less at home than she ever had in her life. It was strange. Being in Inuyasha’s body shouldn’t have made a difference. But as she sat on the edge of her bed, she was assaulted with her own scent. It really was everywhere. ‘No wonder Inuyasha fell asleep on my bed so easily,’ she thought to herself, running her hand across the covers. ‘I never realized how relaxed he must have been. I feel…’

She inhaled at that moment and immediately regretted it. Her natural scent filled her head with a need for more. It was like a drug she couldn’t get enough of. Kagome flopped onto her stomach, pressing her nose into the covers as she inhaled again. She grabbed her pillow and rolled over, covering her face with the cushion. Each time she breathed in, she felt a wave of pleasure roll over her, making her repeat the action with more enthusiasm. 

It wasn’t until she let out a low moan that she snapped out of her daze. 

Kagome dropped the pillow to her side and sat up quickly. The funny feeling she’d gotten from sniffing her pillow hadn’t gone away. If anything, she was more aware that it remained as her gaze dropped to her lap, noticing the raised material of the hakama. She groaned, slumping in defeat.  She couldn’t run away from her penis no matter how much she wanted to in that moment.

‘It’s even worse than that time Inuyasha crawled in my lap! What am I gonna do?! Inuyasha’s not here. I can’t exactly go ask Mama for help this time…’ She slid off the bed and began to pace the room. ‘Okay. So…Inuyasha’s body really likes my natural scent. That’s…flattering? I think? But his body is reacting; does this…does this happen to him every time he comes in my room? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it stick up before. Just what kind of resolve does he have to keep it down?!’

Clearly she didn’t give the half-demon enough credit. He’d told her that it was natural, and she knew that, but she couldn’t focus on anything else to make the tightness in her loins go away. Her scent in her room was too strong. It kept taking her thoughts back to the morning he had straddled her and how good it’d felt.

"Don't…don't feel bad if you need to…take care of things, okay? I ain't gonna be mad at ya, or think any differently, Kagome."

She let out a whine and stomped her foot, frustrated. He had said that she could if she needed to. Inuyasha had given her the all-clear to get down and dirty with his body while she was in it. Kagome sighed, looking at the closed door. Just because he said so didn’t mean it was something she could do eagerly.

[bookish-bogwitch]

Thanks for the tags @emeryhall @rimeswithpurple @blackberrysummerblog and @roomwithanopenfire!

I’m in Omaha and made this today. It’s six sentences, right?

Who knew Carry On had so many beard rubs? (Spadey. Spadey knew.)

Tagging @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @raenestee. Miss you!

[emeryhall]

Thank you @monbons, @rimeswithpurple, @run-for-chamo-miles, and @roomwithanopenfire for the tags! I'm so excited to see pieces of everybody's fest fics. And here are way more than six sentences from my super secret CORB collab.

I place my hand on the bottom of the metal pitcher while I steam the half-and-half so that I can gauge the temperature, and as the espresso dribbles away for his pumpkin mocha breve, I pick up a paper cup and write babe on the side.  It’s only when I’m sprinkling cocoa over the foam that I catch what I’ve done.  “Fuck!”  I scribble out abe and write az, so that the cup reads baz. Only, that’s not right either. I know skinny jeans’ name. I pretend like I don’t and I ask him every time and he always says, “Basil.” Not Baz. Not like I’m on nickname terms with Basil. I scribble out az and write asil.  “Did you forget the alphabet, Snow?”  I scribble out asil and write ite me after the b.  “Not at all,” I say and hand the coffee over.  Baz—no, Basil—stares at all the scribbling, and I swear to Merlin—Merlin? what the fuck?—god, I swear to god his mouth parts and he runs his tongue over his incisors, like he’s actually thinking about biting me. 

Tags and hellos and forgive-me-for-rarely-participatings under the cut!

@artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @iamamythologicalcreature @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

@mooncello @raenestee @bookish-bogwitch @larkral @shrekgogurt

@orange-peony @alexalexinii @best--dress @messofthejess @ileadacharmedlife

@ic3que3n @brilla-brilla-estrellita @hushed-chorus @noblecorgi @facewithoutheart

@nightimedreamersworld @supercutedinosaurs @letraspal @aristocratic-otter @prettygoododds

@skeedelvee @rbkzz @fiend-for-culture @talentpiper11 @theearlgreymage

[thesleepyskipper]

Six Sentence Sunday!

Glad to be back and glad to be writing again! The last few weeks have been draining and exhausting from life and I felt like I didn't even remember how to write.

Thank you to all of you wonderful friends who tagged me in all the writing games over the last couple weeks, I do really appreciate it! I should have the spoons now to write and participate and enjoy your snippets too!

Many thanks to @suseagull04, @onthewaytosomewhere and @cha-melodius for today's tags!

@flufftober is right around the corner and I'm excited to have some stuff to share!

Henry’s sky blue eyes lock in on him and Alex completely loses his breath. Somehow he is even more beautiful in person. Alex has no clue how it’s even possible, but he’s awestruck and he knows he’s staring.

Sparks fly. Every spark that exists in the universe has somehow converged onto this specific spot at this specific second, and he feels each one of them in every cell of his body. Nerve endings he didn’t even know he had were buzzing.

Open tag for anyone who wants to share (and I will definitely be checking out your snippet so please tag me!) and I apologize for my excessive tag list below the cut 😂

@welcometololaland, @cricketnationrise, @myheartalivewrites, , @kiwiana-writes, @firenati0n

@rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @noahreids, @alasse9, @14carrotghoul

@three-drink-amy, @stereopticons, @smblmn, @leaves-of-laurelin, @lilythesilly

@nontoxic-writes, @indestructibleheart, @maxbegone, @orchidscript, @piratefalls

@anincompletelist, @anchoredarchangel, @emmalostinwonderland, @littlemisskittentoes @sparklepocalypse,

@clockwrkpendrxgon, @run-for-chamo-miles, @tinyarmedtrex, @getmehighonmagic, @henryspearl

@judasofsuburbia, @heysweetheart-writes, @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites, @iboatedhere

@jmagnabo92, @wordsofhoneydew, @zwiazdziarka, @theprinceandagcd, @miss-minnelli

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dragonflylady77, @agame-writes, @nocoastposts, @lightningboltreader

@inexplicablymine, @na-dineee, @notspecialbabe, @benwvatt, @cactusdragon517

@onetwistedmiracle, @ninzied, @porcelainmortal, @aforgottennymph, @caterpills

@kordeliafawkes, @stratocumulusperlucidus, @idealuk, @stellarmeadow, @eusuntgratie

@lizzie-bennetdarcy, @dreamtigress, @duchessdepolignaca03, @tailsbeth-writes,

@priincebutt, @stellarmeadow, @softboynick, @fullsunsets, @na-dineee

@firstprincefairytale, @rachelica9, @readstheroom, @anti-homophobia-cheese, @thighzp

@mikibwrites, @swearphil, @flowerfan2, @rarelyrad, @letloverule1111

@endlesstwanted, @glasshouses-and-stones, @swoonoveryou3, @thedramasummer, @jackzimmermemes

@miharaikko, @kj-bee, @dani-dabbles, @henryhenhazza, @firstprincehornyramblings

@sophie1973, @msmarvelouswinchester, @henrys-vodka-shot-glass, @shadegarden, @imintomakinghistory

[zuppizup]

“Calm yourself, mage,” Aaravos spoke from the shadows, emerging into the dim light a moment later.

Callum frowned, trying to figure out what was going on. He looked down, seeing his own body before him, marvelling at how his fingers responded to his will…

“Don’t get too excited,” Aaravos continued. “This is merely another prison.”

Getting to his feet, Callum glared at the imposing Startouch. “Where am I?!”

“Nowhere really.” Aaravos chuckled, circling Callum. “The dark recesses of your mind, shall we say.”

“Let me go.” Callum tried to reach out, to feel his connection to the Sky or the Ocean but all he found was endless darkness and nothing.

A wee snippet from an up-coming chapter of In Absentia.

Callum is showing up again!

… or is he?

[fellowshipofthefics]

Happy Sunday, Fellowship! 💜

Writers, now is your chance to tease one of your works! Share with us (approximately) six sentences on the story you're working on. If you don't have anything to share just yet, go add six sentences to your current WIP!

Readers, do you want to participate? Challenge yourself to leaving a 6 sentence comment on a fanfic, or even one of the six sentence snippets shared by your favorite writers!

[bitbybitwrites]

Well . . hellloooooooo out there folks!

Thanks again for the following folks who have tagged me for Six/Seven/Several Sentence Sunday and WIP Weds these past few weeks:

@nocoastposts, @iboatedhere, @porcelainmortal, @forabeatofadrum, @sophie1973

@blueeyedgrlwrites, @alasse9, @daisyishedwig, @tinyarmedtrex, @onthewaytosomewhere

@henrysfox, @caramelcoffeeaddict, @tailsbeth-writes, @caterpills, @littlemisskittentoes

(and if I've forgotten anyone, I apologize!!!!)

Let's see . . did a bit of writing lately I was able to crank out the following:

Smutsgiving 2024- Klaine/Glee

Smutsgiving 2024 - FirstPrince/RWRB

The latest chapter of Puppy Love (FirstPrince/RWRB Fic)

I'm working still on finishing up my Klaine fic, If I Can Make Your Heart My Home. About 2,500 words in on the next chapter.

Here's an excerpt below the cut: ( cc @datshitrandom)

******** “I swear, I was clear from the beginning, Kurt.  I told him I wasn’t interested in him.  I told him it wasn’t a date that night.  I just agreed to go with him only because he said he’d donate a lot to the charity if I did.  I didn’t think anything of it.  I thought it was . .” “Nothing?” Blaine’s shoulders sagged.  “Yeah, “ he whispered.  “I thought it was.”  He scooted up the bed, so he could lean back against the headboard. “God, I’m so stupid . . “ he muttered as he closed his eyes. A weight settled in his lap, causing him to look up and see Kurt there, straddling him.  Blaine could see the concern in those blue eyes. “You’re not stupid.” “But . .” “Blaine, listen to me.  You’re not stupid.”  Kurt leaned forward to cup Blaine’s face in between his hands.  “Sebastian is a conniving, manipulative son-of-a-bitch and at this moment I’d like to heave his sorry ass and his smarmy meerkat face into the East River.” Kurt spat. Blaine’s hands tightened around Kurt’s waist.  This must have been what Cooper had described when he witnessed Kurt confront their father -  this unfettered protectiveness of Blaine.  He only had Cooper and Nan been so passionately in his corner before. Now he had Kurt . . and that . . that feeling was overwhelming. "You’re not going to bludgeon him with a rolling pin when you go into the tea salon next, will you?” Blaine said with a weak smile, pulling Kurt closer and trying to calm him down with a little gallows humor. “Don’t tempt me,”  growled Kurt.  “If I could, I’d set Chef Sue on him.  Then he’d really know what its like to fear for his life on a daily minute by minute basis.” “So. . . you love me enough to commit murder for me. . . I’m touched,” Blaine murmured quietly. “I love you. Period.” Kurt said, making sure Blaine could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth.   “Now, would I defile my baking equipment to beat a man to death to uphold your honor?  You fucking bet I would.” Kurt said, his mouth set into a grim line. *****

I know the holidays are upon us and these next two weeks there will probably be less writing for me and more running around like crazy taking are of holiday responsibilities. But yes folks, have no fear, I'm still very slowly ( as I do) working on my WIPs :)

Uh and I might have signed up for the Klaine secret santa writing thing - because I'm a masochist. 😂

Dear Secret Santa, please be patient with me! Its coming - I did start it!

Hope you all have a wonderful holiday season . . .

Tagging. . .for those who want to play . . . besides the lovely folks already tagged above . . if you want to share what they've been working on lately :

@special-bc-ur-part-of-it, @little-escapist, @wowbright, @gleefulpoppet, @hkvoyage

@myheartalivewrites, @14carrotghoul , @kirakiwiwrites, @thesleepyskipper, @kirakiwiwrites

@madas-ahatters-world, @spaceorphan18 @firstprincehornyramblings , @rockitmans, @sparklepocalypse

@cryscendo @justgleekout @sarkyblueeyes @esilher @mynonah