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[tailsbeth-writes]

Welcome to the RWRB Festive Fan Fest! A chilled fan creation event based around winter holiday prompts.

The event will last 12 days and be a mixture of prompts and appreciation days so there's something for everyone in the fandom. Use these prompts to create fanfic, art, playlists, whatever your heart desires and celebrate RWRB (book & movie). You can do as many or as few prompts as you like!

The event will start on December 13th and run through to Christmas Eve (24th).

✨: Appreciation days

🎁: Creation days

The prompts are as follows:

✨ 13th: Favourite holiday fic/creation

🎁 14th: Decorations

🎁 15th: Christmas song

✨ 16th: Favourites from the past year

🎁 17th: Food

🎁 18th: Snow day

🎁 19th: Childhood memories

✨ 20th: Favourites of your own - time for self love!

🎁 21st: Cosy

🎁 22nd: Gifts

🎁 23rd: Party

✨ 24th: Favourite creators

For those of you who are on Ao3, I will share a collection close to the time. And when posting your entries here (or anything about the event in general) use the tag #rwrbfff please. Means if folks would like a beta etc, they can just look in the tag & I'll reblog where I can as well as reblogging all your fabulous content when the time comes!

I've got some ideas cooking for this already & I'm so excited to see what everyone comes up with to celebrate this fandom and our fave idiots in love.

Any other questions? Asks are open or DM me. Please spread the word & I'll pop up reminders on the run up. Happy creating!

Taylor (she/him) 🎄

❤️🤍👑💙

[cricketnationrise]

Congrats on 500 followers! Going Platinum is one of my absolute fave RWRB fics 😘

For Ficlit Fest:

Time: 14:28

Location: the music room at Kensington Palace

Character: June Claremont-Diaz

Song/lyric vibe: I'd scream at the wind but no one would listen (U Deserve - Wasia Project)

My username is the same on Ao3 as here 😊

thank you so much!! the ficlet fest continues to introduce me to absolutely AWESOME music, so thank you for your prompt I am obsessed. enjoy your ficlet feat. angry big sister energy 💜🦗

read all the ficlets from this fest on AO3 here

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

2:28pm, kensington music room

Most of the time, June can put the fact that Henry is an actual honest-to-god prince, fourth in line for the throne, and all-around big deal out of her mind and think of him as her friend, a fellow Austen-enthusiast, and her little brother’s boyfriend. Most of the time, June can set aside the fact that his sister is a literal princess and their brother is going to be king one day. Most of the time, June can look past the notion that Henry’s mom is going to become queen in her lifetime.

Sitting in goddamn Kensington Palace, in one of the best-appointed music rooms June’s ever seen, is not one of those times. 

Aside from Bea and Henry’s bedrooms, it’s the most casual room she’s seen so far. It’s suffused with a sense of family and laughter, unlike the more public spaces of the palace that seem to sag under stonework and tradition and a persistent phantom dampness. Even the guest suite she was shown to earlier feels coldly formal. But the lingering sense of chill falls away here. 

There’s half-drunk cups of tea on the side tables, notebooks scattered on the grand piano, Bea’s leather jacket slung over a squashy-looking armchair that wouldn’t look out of place in a thrift store in Austin. All of the instruments, while of obvious quality, look like they’ve been played often, and well-loved. While the collection of electric guitars is gorgeous, June’s attention is drawn toward the older acoustic guitar propped up in the far corner, half-hidden behind a fern.

She pulls it out and sits with it, strumming idly, echoes of lake water lapping at the dock in her ears. Her fingers pluck out simple chords, adjusting to the new instrument before the music swirling around her head takes over her hands. She’s flying through John Denver and Selena and Dolly Parton and Fleetwood Mac and Patsy Cline, lost in memories of easy summers at her dad’s lake house. But then June’s thinking about last time at the house, and Henry, and how devastated Alex was to wake up with him gone. How he’d been a shadow of himself for a week before taking off across the Atlantic to scream some sense into him. And then the leak, and the election, and suddenly there’s furious tears streaming down her face and she keeps harshly playing the same bit of Johnny Cash over and over, like a skipping record, the lyrics in her head drowning all other thoughts: 

And I went down down down

“June?”

And the flames went higher

“June?”

And I went down down down

“June!”

And the flames went—

Bea pulls the guitar out of June’s hands and it’s all June can do to not curl up in a ball or let loose a scream—anything to mitigate the swirling anger that she’s been shoving down for weeks. Her hands ball into fists as she half-sobs, trying to get a hold of herself but then, Bea’s hands are covering hers and June lifts her blurry gaze to Bea’s face.

“Just let it out, love, you look like you need it.”

And June tips forward and buries a scream in Bea’s shoulder, lets Bea pull her closer and cage her in as the scream turns to sobs. It takes a long time for June to calm down again, fighting for each gasping breath while Bea rubs her back and murmurs soothing nonsense. Eventually she calms down enough to sit up properly again and wipes her face with the cuff of her sweater.

“S-sorry about that, Bea. I just—”

“If you think you’re the only person who’s had a breakdown in this room, you’re sorely mistaken,” Bea says. “Christ knows I’ve had more than my own fair share. But my sponsor says they’re good for me so…”

June sits with that a moment then—

“I’m just still so angry.”

“About the leak?”

June nods. “About all of the shit they dealt with. That they’re still dealing with. And like, officially, everything’s fine now, right? My mom won and Richards is going to be punished and Alex and Henry are happy but—”

“They shouldn’t have had to deal with that in the first place,” Bea finishes grimly. “And because everything’s “fine” now, we have to be fine, too.”

“Yeah. Like I just feel like screaming at the injustice of it all, but no one would listen. ‘They got their happy ending, so can’t we just move on?’” June mocks. “I saw some rando post that on Twitter this morning and couldn’t get it out of my head.”

“Maddening, isn’t it?”

“Understatement of the century.”

“Next time, text me. Odds are I’m feeling the same way.”

June does grin at that. Bea’s probably the only other person who gets what it’s like being the older sister to such a potent force for good in the world. Who gets wanting to fight anyone and anything that threatens her brother’s happiness. 

“I will.”

[ninzied]

📝 from @tailsbeth-writes (if you're still doing these 😇) x

@tailsbeth-writes :)

[thiswasinevitable-rwrb]

Last Line Game

Thank you @tailsbeth-writes for tagging me! Per usual, I'm neck deep in my vampire!Henry fic haha but I just uploaded a chapter yesterday and only have the first 2 sentences of the next one to show off:

New York City was not any kinder than Texas. While the temperature might have been a little cooler, the east coast humidity compensated for it.

If anyone wants to do this, consider yourself tagged! <3 You're welcome to @ me.

(I'll link Salt Follows the Moon once ao3 is back up.)

[anywhere-with-you-event]

Creator Reveals!

Welcome back everyone for the last day of our event! Today we're unveiling the creators of all the wonderful fanworks currently in our collection ❤️💙 This is gonna be a long post so buckle up.

If you have not received your gift work yet, please check your email for more information.

I hope that someone gets my… by @onthewaytosomewhere (mae on ao3)

please could you be tender? by @judasofsuburbia

The Little Pup That Could by @wordscavenger

Seasons of Love Letters by @Muddbloodpotter05

vanity fur by @babygirlgalitzine

draw me like one of your french girls by @lesliesknopes (buttercupkisses on ao3)

Still Sitting in the Corner I Haunt by @brokenchairwrites

you should think about the consequence by saintsnames

watch where you put your hands by @thedramasummer (acheinmybones on ao3)

takes one to know one by @thesleepyskipper

There's clay under my nails and desire burning in my heart by @tinyarmedtrex

Crystal Heart by @dizzymisslizzie (LK_42 on ao3)

Without a Summer by @orchidscript

What Goes Up Must Come Down by bleedingballroomfloor

Change Your Ticket (Maybe I Miss You) by @cactusdragon517 (MayQueen517 on ao3)

omg they were roommates by @glasshouses-and-stones

Bake a Sugar Cake by @jackzimmermemes (Luminous_Bluebell on ao3)

let you love me by @thinkingaboutelephants

Comments Make the Heart Grow Fonder by @suseagull04

i'd rather tangle with him by @taste-thewaste

Don’t sleep with the customers by @swoonoveryou3

[podfic] rest your weary head by @schitthappens (dairaliz on ao3)

there's a million little reasons why i want you near by @henryspearl

We Fit Together by @cricketnationrise

Sweet as Cinnamon by quill_and_ink

Pretty Competent by @noahreids (High-Seas-Swan on ao3)

your kiss is on my list by @priincebutt

lost in the revelry (lost in the make believes) by @tailsbeth-writes

Fake It Till We Make It by @milowren29

Outshine the Stars by @luainthewild

a knight to remember by acheinmybones

Call It Fate by @emmalostinwonderland

[podfic] may the fourth be with you by @iwaizumi-keiji

Careful Cooking by @iboatedhere

90s romcom remix by @incalamity

It's not just like you're kind of on my mind (I think about you all the time) by haaaveyoumetted

How Do You Say I Love You by @magicmelinoe

you'll be in my heart (always) by @bigswitchenergyy (dreakawa on ao3)

you can see it (with the lights out) by @kj-bee

know that you deserve to have it by @read-and-write- (JustNo on ao3)

Keep You in my Incognito Tab by @louikazooie

That's a wrap, friends! If anyone promotes their fic here on tumblr, please tag this account so we can reblog your post, and if you haven't already go comment on your gift!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated. We are grateful to each and every one of you for making this such a special event. Remember to take care of yourselves, and keep the things that bring you a bit of joy close.

History, huh? Bet we could make some.

[porcelainmortal]

mad love.

This is sort of a WIP Wednesday? Thank you to @tailsbeth-writes for the early tag.

The exes-to-lovers fic that I've been teasing since April is finally live! It's fully written at around 31k words and I'll be posting twice a week for the month of November. Please follow along if you feel so inclined. I'm really proud of finishing this one, especially considering how many times I almost scrapped it entirely.

I know this is a weird day to post something angsty but if you decide to read along, I hope it provides some escape from the horrors™️. And I promise, with my whole heart, a very happy ending. 💕

Chapter 1

Tagging folks who showed interest below the cut, along with my normal WIP Weds folks - thank you all!

@bitbybitwrites @dreamtigress @nocoastposts @cactusdragon517 @onthewaytosomewhere

@sophie1973 @iboatedhere @oldfarmwitch @thesleepyskipper @mylucayathoughts

@caterpills @anincompletelist @georgiee-22 @mamamiush @lekrua

@caressthosecheekbones @myheartalivewrites @legallyobtuse @cricketnationrise @kaisoua

@buckybarnesalways @kj-bee @na-dineee @clottedcreamfudge @emmzzzeliza

@chengdu-zone @rachelica9 @westchester777 @tinka-26 @buddieunite

@hrhacd @elliss-stuff @purgingmyemotions @blueeyedgrlwrites @cha-melodius

@firenati0n @faketrex @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine

@kiwiana-writes @priincebutt @rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse @stellarmeadow

@theprinceandagcd @thighzp @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew PHEW! I think that's everyone. And, of course this is an open tag for anyone who wants to WIP Wednesday with me.

[littlemisskittentoes]

tis the damn season

chapter seven (posting today!) features this STUNNING art piece by the ever talented @xxnelli 💖

to celebrate, have a little snippy—

The hand Henry has tangled in Alex’s curls falls away. The other loosens its grip on his shoulder. But Alex doesn’t have a chance to miss them before they find their way back to his skin to cup his face. With warm palms and sweeping thumbs, Henry demands his attention. It’s only after their eyes lock that Henry speaks. “I want you. I don’t know if I’ve lived a moment of this life not wanting you, Alex.”

what do you have cooking this fine wip wednesday?

@junebugclaremontdiaz @cactusdragon517 @read-and-write- @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @gayrootvegetable @gay-flyboys @mcgregor-ewan @suseagull5914

@caterpills @onthewaytosomewhere @thesleepyskipper @tailsbeth-writes

@firenati0n @thesleepyskipper @leojfitz @porcelainmortal @msmarvelouswinchester @getmehighonmagic @blueeyedgrlwrites

@juloviz @onthewaytosomewhere @anchoredarchangel @wordsofhoneydew @14carrotghoul

[judasofsuburbia]

please could you be tender? || firstprince ballet au

rating: explicit || pairing: alex claremont-diaz/henry fox-mountchristen-windsor || word count: 10533 || read here

for @tailsbeth-writes as a part of @anywhere-with-you-event !!

summary:

“Listen, I was hoping maybe I could get your business card. Do you think your kids would be interested in sitting in on a rehearsal or maybe a private dance class?”

“Oh,” Henry says. “That’s incredibly kind of you. They would love that. We should have grants for things like this‒”

“Your money's no good here. I mean, pay your bus drivers but I won’t accept a cent from you,” Alex smiles.

“It’s more paying your company,” Henry teases. “Will your bosses be okay with that?”

“I can be very persuasive,” Alex whispers and it leaves goosebumps over Henry’s skin.

Trying to regain his footing, Henry says, “Uh, my email and office number are on there. You can contact either one and we can set something up.”

“And what if I wanted to set up something after office hours?” Alex asks with a glint in his eyes.

or: ballet dancer! alex has taken an interest in henry after a shelter field trip to Ballet Austin and henry wants to believe it's not too good to be true.

thank you to bestie @seths-rogens for being the best beta in the game!!

[sophie1973]

Several Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday ! I was tagged by the lovely @iboatedhere. Thank you !

Today I'm coming with a snippet for an upcoming fic written for Roop's Birthday. She's the one who sent me the tweet/idea (see below) since she knows I'm French-speaking :)

'Excuse my French', coming December 30.

(Fair warning Philip is a good brother in this so if it's not your thing this is not for you)

They approach Henry's door when Alex emerges from his apartment. His face brightens instantly upon seeing Henry. "Hey, Henry! Bonjour," Alex greets, his charming accent making Henry's heart flutters. Alex's curious gaze shifts to Philip. Just as Henry's brother opens his mouth to speak, Henry discreetly pinches him. "Oh, bonjour, Alex! Comment ça va aujourd'hui?" Henry says smoothly, ignoring Philip's bewildered look. "Voici mon frère, Philip." "Your brother, huh?" Alex replies, and is that a hint of relief in his voice? "Nice to meet you, man. I mean... Enchanté?" "Philip, je te présente Alex, mon voisin," Henry says to his brother, giving him a meaningful look. Philip, bless him,  catches on quickly and shakes Alex's hand. "Bonjour, Alex. Enchanté de te connaître." And because he’s a little shit, he adds, “I do also speak English. Unlike this wanker, apparently,” he finishes under his breath. Henry glares at Philip, momentarily forgetting he's not supposed to understand English. Alex chuckles. "I think he understood that one, though." Philip grins. "Oh, you know, us siblings don't need language to communicate. It's all in the tone." "I hear that. I've got an older sister myself," Alex nods. "Well, I've got to run, but it was great meeting you. Bonne journée, Henry," he adds with a playful wink. "Toi aussi, Alex," Henry manages, trying not to melt at Alex's endearing attempts at French. Philip's knowing smirk suggests he's failing miserably. As they enter Henry's flat, he makes a beeline for the kitchen, desperate for a cup of tea to fortify himself against the impending Philip Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Inquisition. “What the absolute fuck, Henry?” Et c’est parti.

Tagging with no pressure : @onthewaytosomewhere @stellarmeadow @tailsbeth-writes @thighzp

@caterpills @kj-bee @swoonoveryou3 @blueeyedgrlwrites

@priincebutt @theprinceandagcd @thesleepyskipper

@myheartalivewrites @miharaikko

[aroyallybigbangrwrb]

A Royally Big Bang: Tier 1/3 Round Up!

bacterial? fungal? nah, baby, we're going viral by @benwvatt with art by magicmelinoe

You Belong With Me by @cricketnationrise with art by @read-and-write-

got swept away in the grey (can i ask you a question) by @violetbaudelaire-quagmire with art by @CactusDragon517

With Sighs You Begged Me to Appear by @hillerskas with art by @fromkenari

Riding My Way Into The Story of Your Life by @nicknacksomniac with art by 2_Rainbow_5

the imperfect perfection of being by @read-and-write- with art by @havanasroses

All Routes Lead to Love by @faketrex with art by pplszwsk

Two of Hearts by @underthefigtree777 with art by @havanasroses

the distance is nothing when one has a motive by @callumsmitchells with art by @tailsbeth-writes

Des Bonnes Raisons Pour T'aimer by @youcancallmekathyp with art by @schittposting

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Henry Fox feels trapped in his awful relationship. He's in an endless cycle of being cheated on, getting tested, then forgiving his boyfriend far too willingly. But when he meets a handsome doctor at the clinic he realizes maybe he does deserve something better.

OR a fic that could have been titled love in a time of chlamydia.

As per usual, my sweethearts, Chloe (@catdadacd) Aga (@henrysfox), Leika(@softboynick), Alex(@redlipstickandglitter), M(@thighzp), and Mads(@henfox) thanks for always letting me run my nonsense by you <3

This fic was completely born of the fact that I saw tzp in scrubs and decided Henry needed, no, deserved, a doctor Alex.

🏷️Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Porn with Feelings, Slow Burn Smut, Bottom Henry Fox, Henry Fox Needs a Hug, Top Alex Claremont-Diaz, Protective Alex Claremont-Diaz, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Cheating But Not on Each Other OR With Each Other, Mention of STDs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Come as Lube, Overstimulation, Semi-Public Sex, Phone Audience for the Sex, Jealousy as a Method of Revenge

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it's 2:30am, so I am absolutely skimping out and using this as a sentence's Sunday, so I'm doing my usual tags.

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites

@softboynick @stnichols @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @onthewaytosomewhere @eusuntgratie

@thesleepyskipper @tailsbeth-writes @thighzp @lfg1986-2

+ anyone who sees this and wants to tag me, I love reading yall's stuff. <3

[tailsbeth-writes]

✨✨ Do we have any festive fanfic events on the go in RWRB? If we do, please lead me to it. If not... ✨✨

Thinking about doing this rather than Ficlet Fridays in December. Would just be prompts, participate when you like & could be fanfic, fanart, playlists, edits etc etc. [Please reblog to spread the word!]

[thighzp]

wip Wednesday!

The first of 2025 and the post-holiday rebrand! Age gap AU is coming along very nicely, even though I keep getting distracted by starting other WIPs hehe... here's a little snippet to feed you all as I keep edging you

tagged today by @firstprincehornyramblings ofc

“Baby,” he sighed. “Yes, darling?” Henry asked, unable to stop himself from blushing at the goddamn domesticity of it all. Alex appeared behind him in the mirror and helped clasp the necklace into place. When his fingers left Henry’s skin, his lips replaced them, trailing light kisses along the back of his neck and down his nearly exposed shoulder. “Can’t let you go out lookin’ like this,” Alex murmured, his kisses growing more and more passionate. “And what, I’m supposed to just allow everyone to see you like this?” Henry asked teasingly, spinning around to get a full look at the older man. Alex was wearing a deep red, sinfully tight turtle neck sweater, and over top of it a perfectly oversized mocha colored blazer. He’d spent his time in the bathroom perfecting his curls, the hair product leaving a picturesque glimmer on the one curl that fell over his forehead. Henry pushed the hair into place and pulled Alex in for a kiss. “You look so bloody sexy,” Henry whispered. “You think this outfit looks good on? Wait till you see it on the floor later,” Alex smirked and Henry swatted his chest. “Come on, you demon, let’s go buy me a drink,” Henry winked and swayed out of the room, Alex closely in tow.

okay SURPRISE one more teaser below the cut of a little WIP I started the other day!!! I'm so generous wow, praise me

“Whoa, what did that machine ever do to you?” A voice asked. Without turning around, Henry grumbled back, “Some people were just so impatient that they couldn’t wait 5 minutes for someone to come change their load of laundry and took it upon themselves?” Heavy footsteps fell on the tile floor behind him, walking up to stop the machine that Henry was wishing ill will upon. The man, taller than him and dressed in black head to toe, chuckled and stopped the machine. He opened the front loader door and began taking dry clothes out. As he tossed them haphazardly into his own laundry basket, the man turned away and smirked. “The nerve of some people, huh?”

tagging lots of friends to start the new year! @tailsbeth-writes @onthewaytosomewhere @kiwiana-writes @judasofsuburbia @sophie1973

@pinkamour1588 @redlipstickandglitter @royal-chandler @eusuntgratie @emmalostinwonderland

@porcelainmortal @starrypiscesao3 @firstprinced @theprinceandagcd @gayhoediaz

@orchidscript @iboatedhere @tinyarmedtrex @hot-multifandom-mess @firenati0n

@clottedcreamfudge @caressthosecheekbones @sugarycloud1 @suseagull5914

[thesleepyskipper]

2024 Year in Review: Writing Round-Up

I was shocked to see that I wrote TEN fics this year, all for RWRB. And that the first one was in April! It was definitely a busy year.

❤️🤍💙.

too sweet (Rated M | 2,237 words)

A little co-worker enemies-to-lovers. Based on the Hozier song of course!

❤️🤍💙.

2. good neighbours (Rated M | 10,283 words)

My fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb which is a neighbours AU meet-cute situation where Alex really likes to fix stuff for Henry, who really likes to break stuff for Alex to fix. I'm normally a one-shot kinda gal, but writing a chaptered longer fic was a fun challenge!

❤️🤍💙.

3. stop pretending (Rated T | 3,159 words)

My fic for @thebrownstone Summer Switcheroo exchange. Childhood friends-to-lovers based on a little video I saw on twitter with a meddling sister and of course I added in some more meddling friends just for fun (because Nora and Pez need to get in there too!)

❤️🤍💙.

4. yours, forever (Rated T | 2.019 words)

Suuuuper fluffy proposal and wedding fic! The wedding bit is somewhat based on my own true story.

❤️🤍💙.

5. the cadence of your heart (Rated E | 5,585 words)

Oh boy. It took me about 4 or so months of working on this and building up the courage to post my first true E-rated fic in this fandom. This is basically shower sex PWP but also ended up with A LOT of feelings.

❤️🤍💙.

6. lost and found (love) (Rated T | 2.304 words)

A little meet-cute where Alex has lost his dog and Henry runs the local lost dog Facebook group. Part epistolary with FB messages throughout! Written for the red umbrella flufftober collection.

❤️🤍💙.

7. London? (Rated T | 1,432 words)

Somehow my second flufftober piece also ended up revolving around dogs, but this time an established relationship piece with some fun miscommunication about forever (but in a good way). Written for the red umbrella flufftober collection.

❤️🤍💙.

8. takes one to know one (Rated M | 3,608 words)

I had tons of fun writing this particular one about rival professors (with a little twist 🤫) for @anywhere-with-you-event.

❤️🤍💙.

9. According to Plan? (Rated T | 3,822 words)

A few people had asked for a proposal sequel to London? and it seemed to fit well with my first prompt for the frosted pages & snowbound stories collection which was Frozen Lake. My first 5+1 ever! Five times Henry almost caught on that Alex was going to propose and one time Henry had no idea.

❤️🤍💙.

10. keep him warm (Rated M | 4,339 words)

I had some fun with combining a bunch of tropes in this one - a bookstore AU with lots of pining, a power outage, being snowed in and THERE WAS ONLY ONE COUCH!! My second fic for frosted pages & snowbound stories collection.

❤️🤍💙.

It has truly been a wonderful year full of writing (and reading) and I am so appreciative to the tumblr community for all the kind comments, tags and reblogs throughout the year. The WIP games were so much fun and I really looked forward to WW and SSS each week!

Thank you to the lovely friends who tagged me in their Writing Round-Ups @kiwiana-writes, @cha-melodius, @firenati0n, @run-for-chamo-miles, @porcelainmortal

and @iboatedhere, @tinyarmedtrex, @0npurpose - look at all that we have accomplished!!! I've just loved reading all your works this year.

I'll try not to make a gigantic list (like I normally do LOL), but if anyone else would like to share, I'd absolutely love to see! So open tag for sure!

Tagging more lovely friends who have been active and tagged me in tag games or WW and SSS lately! @miss-minnelli, @onthewaytosomewhere, @sophie1973, @firstprincehornyramblings, @stellarmeadow

@littlemisskittentoes, @miharaikko, @getmehighonmagic, @orchidscript, @caterpills

@zwiazdziarka, @judasofsuburbia, @strwbrryagcd, @kj-bee, @whimsymanaged

@14carrotghoul, @myheartalivewrites, @tailsbeth-writes, @suseagull5914, @clockwrkpendrxgon

❤️🤍💙HAPPY NEW YEAR, FRIENDS! Here's to a successful 2025 with all sorts of wonderful new WIPs to work on! ❤️🤍💙

[thiswasinevitable-rwrb]

I just binge read Salt Follows the Moon & wanted to say how much I loved it! I'm so picky with vampire fiction, but I love how you handled it and merged it with the world of RWRB. Can't wait for more & if you ever need a beta reader hit me up on @tailsbeth-writes 😘

Thank you so much!!! (sorry I'm so late in replying orz)

I've never had a beta reader ~ I'm typically too impatient to upload to send it to anyone first lol but this is super sweet and thank you so much for the offer! <3

( For anyone curious about my vampire!Henry au ~ )

[typicalopposite]

wip wednesday <3

so I have been tagged by quite a few people (thank you all 🫶 @desert--moonchild @bidisasterevankinard @onthewaytosomewhere @lavenderleahy -- got bamboozled by @sunnywithachanceofbi -- @judymarch15 @marvelousbuckley @tailsbeth-writes @cafe-con-letty & @theotherbuckley ... and that's going back a month) over the span of... a time for different things... lol I have not been keeping up with the games I have been tagged in like I use to... its been a messy life! BUT I'm finally catching up by sharing (quite a bit of) not an already established wip... but a new one! you know, now that we are all collectively in our grieving/fix-it era <3 so consider yourselves -- eyes Chrissy -- tagged back!

take me back - tommy amnesia fic

Tommy cracks his eyes open, fully expecting to be met with that damned water stain on his ceiling he keeps meaning to get looked at — when the spot caves in on him he’s going to regret it — but for the past six months his mind has been on… other things. Regardless, this is not the sight he is met with, and he looks up in confusion at the garage ceiling instead. He blinks a few times before realizing that he’s laying on the cold concrete floor. It takes just a moment longer before he is overcome by a splitting headache and his vision blurs. 

“What the fuck…” he groans, forcing himself to sit up. He reaches for his head, unable to pinpoint where exactly the pain is radiating from; he feels it throughout his entire skull... it’s in his eyes, his temples, all the way down into his neck. He’s not even sure what happened. If he passed out; if he tripped… Why was he even in the garage when he was supposed to be getting ready. The room feels like it’s spinning, and he feels waves of nausea wash over him. He doubts he’ll be able to stand up unassisted, so he crawls over to his workout bench and uses it for support. 

He almost crumples back to the floor from the vertigo he gets from rising to his feet, but he holds tight to the pull bar and takes a few deep breaths until it finally subsides. He opens his eyes again, relieved his vision has cleared, and tries to take a step. His legs are wobbly but he manages to remain stable and upright as he crosses the garage and walks back into his house. 

That’s when he realizes it’s already getting dark. Shit. He was supposed to be getting ready! He goes for his phone but it’s not in his pocket, so he slowly makes his way to his room, except it’s not on the charger either— 

And his bed spread is different… 

His bed spread is—

Tommy squeezes his eyes shut as the headache continues to get worse. “Fuuuck…” he drawls out, once again reaching for his head. He needs to get medicine, to find his phone, and to get out the door or he is going to be late. He can’t be late tonight. Tonight is special.

Another deep breath and he takes another step, towards the bathroom this time. He pulls the medicine cabinet door open, eyes going to the middle shelf where he keeps his ibuprofen… and finds a prescription— two prescriptions actually. He stares at the little orange bottles, both made out to him… one is acetaminophen-- and since he doesn’t have time to figure out why they are there-- he ignores the second and just takes the prescribed dose of the pain medicine and recloses the door. 

All he has to do now is to find his damn phone. 

It’s not in the kitchen, or on the coffee table, or out in his truck, or buried in the couch cushions… The last place he goes is back into the garage; lo and behold it’s there. The problem? It’s shattered. How it got shattered he doesn’t know. Possibly from his fall. 

He tries the side button and the screen lights up. It’s five thirty; he needs to go. He tries to carefully input his passcode: 5724. It doesn’t work. He tries it again. Still nothing. One more time and then another… he assumes the problem is the broken screen, but the phone disables for one minute and he doesn't have time to keep trying. Oh well, he can just leave now, and be there a little early. It’s not like it actually matters if he’s early, anyway. 

He goes back into the bathroom, looks at himself in the mirror— reels at the images looking back because, damn. His eyes are bloodshot with dark circles and his face is puffy and drained of all color as if he’s been crying. Has he been crying? He pushes the thought aside and takes out his eye drops, dropping a couple into each eye and wincing from the pain tilting his head back causes. The medicine will kick in soon, the headache will subside. He will be early… but when is extra time with his boyfriend a bad thing?

*

He parks and climbs out of his truck, the remnants of his headache finally starting to fade away. He takes the stairs two at a time once he’s inside the building, getting that giddy little pep in his step he always gets the moment he reaches Evan’s floor. He strides down the hallway, feeling light on his feet— like he’s floating on air. He reaches the door, lifts his hand and raps against the wood… once, twice, and three times. 

There’s a quiet commotion from inside, accompanied by the sounds of voices— plural, so someone else is here. Tommy tries to think about whether Evan said he had any plans prior to their date… he can’t remember. It doesn’t matter. He bounces on the balls of his feet, feeling his heart pick up in speed as footsteps get closer to the door. The lock turns, the knob twists and the door opens. 

Tommy can feel the tug of his smile spreading high up onto his cheeks. “Hey—”

“Uhm… Hi?” A voice that’s not Evan’s replies— Tommy stares at a face that is not Evan’s… A man he doesn’t recognize; dressed in comfortable clothes-- practically sleep clothes-- with tousled hair and a sated look that instantly has Tommy feeling some type of way. He tilts his head to see the number on the door, thinking maybe he came to the wrong apartment. He didn’t, and so he’s left thoroughly confused at who this stranger is and why he looks so… comfortable in his boyfriend’s home. “Tommy, right?” The guy continues. He lets his eyes travel over Tommy, like he’s studying him, keeping a careful and friendly enough smile on his face. 

“Wha- uh, I’m… sorry. Do I know you?” 

“Doubt it. But I have heard plenty about you…” The voice is suave; his tone is flat but not necessarily cold. Who the fuck even is—

“Dylan?” That is Evan’s voice… Tommy peers around this guy— around Dylan to see his boyfriend come bopping off the stairs. “Who is it— oh… T- Tommy?!” Evan’s face blanks, and his arms stall just as he was starting to slip them around this— this— Dylan’s waist. Tommy thinks he might actually be sick. Evan looks just as debauched, in his gray sweatpants and no shirt— sweat glistening over his bare chest leaves very little to be imagined of what the two were up to before he knocked. He finally truly looks at Dylan and the shirt is Evan’s… his oversized faded Nirvana band tee. Tommy has had to quickly slip it on when they have been disturbed time and time before. “What are you doing here?” Evan asks.

A sarcastic laugh bubbles its way out of Tommy and he has to take a step back from the door— from them. “W- What am I doing here?” He asks.  “What am I doing here…” he repeats. His face is starting to flush and there are tears filling his eyes no amount of blinking speed would be able to push away. He dares a look back at Evan. Wants to see if he even looks guilty; does he even look sorry? He just looks shocked, and that pisses Tommy off more. “I can't believe this...” he mutters under his breath and turns on his heels, willing his feet to get him out of this nightmare as fast as possible. 

“Tommy?” 

Ignore him. 

“T- Tommy!”

Ignore him. Forget him.

The steps are easier to get down than up; he is practically jumping the whole way down each flight. He should have known… he should have prepared better… he should have never given him that second chance… Tommy knew this thing with Evan was only going to be temporary— Evan was figuring himself out, and Tommy was more than willing to be the kind, caring, and supportive hand through the journey. But Tommy knew one day he would reach the end, he wouldn’t need the security of Tommy anymore, and Tommy was prepared to bow out gracefully. He just thought they had more time. 

But this…

This hurts so much more than he had anticipated that that would. 

“Tommy…” 

A hand grabs his shoulder and he realizes he has stopped just outside the apartment building. The cool night air is drying out the tears that have already streaked down his face. His chest feels like it’s caving in… and great, his headache is back. He shrugs Evan’s hand off of him, and starts moving towards his truck again. 

“What— Dammit Tommy! Are you seriously going to be this stubborn right now…”

That stops him. He turns and glares at Evan, taking a step towards him with seemingly enough fury Evan stops in his tracks, keeping distance between them. “Stubborn…?” Tommy chokes out. “Are you really calling me stubborn right now?”

“I- I mean… yeah! That’s how you’re acting right now!” Evan crosses his arms, having the audacity to appear angry. “You come to my apartment, had a stare down with my boyfriend, then just stormed off with no explanation!” 

Tommy feels his heart sink— hell it does more than that… it falls all the way to the floor and shatters. “B- Boyfriend…” he repeats. This has to be some kind of a prank. It has to be. “How can you stand there and look so calm about this… You—” You asshole… You lying, manipulative— “Cheater…” 

The look on Evan’s face at that word almost— not fully, but almost— surprises Tommy. So stunned; his eyes bouncing around from Tommy’s, to the ground, to the cars around them, up to the sky… before finally coming back to Tommy’s. “Ch- Cheater? Tommy.. wh- what are you talking about.” Tommy huffs out another sarcastic laugh and turns to angrily storm the rest of the way to his truck, all the while knowing Evan isn’t going to just let him. Maybe there’s even a part of him hoping Evan stops him with a viable explanation, because this… this can't be how it ends— this is going to do more than just crush him… it’s going to annihilate him. “Oh my god…” Evan groans and as Tommy suspected he would, starts after him again. “Tommy! Can you please— just this once— stop running and talk to me?” 

“Talk about what, Evan…” Tommy all but screams and, oddly enough, that seems to stop Evan in his tracks. “What do you want me to say? That I should have seen this coming… That I should have known it was too good to be true. Or maybe admit that I always knew I wouldn't be your forever, no matter how bad I wanted to be… but I sure as hell didn’t see this—” he gestures frantically at Evan then up at the apartment building. “—being how it ended.” The more he let the words spill out, the more confused Evan looked. “Or should I just come out and address the elephant in the room— the man up in your apartment you’re cheating on your boyfriend with.” 

Evan’s brows pull together, hardening his stare into something Tommy has never been on the receiving end of; it hurts to see, instead of angering him like it probably should. “I don’t know if you’re drunk… or if this is some kind of joke… but it’s not funny— it’s not fair! You— You don’t get to barge back into my life unannounced— today of all days. Then— then you accuse me of— That man up in my apartment is my boyfriend, Tommy… he has been for eight months now.” 

Tommy feels like a bomb was shoved down his throat and detonated. His entire body trembles and goes through after shocks of what Evan said. Partially from the unexpected sting of jealousy at the thought of someone being with Evan longer than he has… but mostly because of the absurdity of it all; does Evan really expect him to buy into the nonsense he’s spewing; claiming he has been in this other relationship for this long— and on their anniversary. Except Evan looks serious. 

Tommy tries to find his voice; he tries to string some words together in his head to say something back. “W- What?” is all he manages to come up with; his voice betrays him, coming out small and broken. 

Evan steps closer to him, cracks clearly forming in the cold and serious look he was just giving Tommy, making way for looks of concern, or confusion… or maybe even of sadness. “Tommy,” he says the name for the upteenth time, and Tommy feels himself flinching at his own name like it assaulted him. “Are you— Are you okay? What’s going on? Why— why are you here?” He steps closer, Tommy steps back. 

Just like that the medicine’s effect dissipates and his headache comes rushing back with a vengeance. Tommy’s vision blurs and he gasps at the return of the pain, now with a spot to single the bulk of it to. He brings his hand up to the back of his head, fingers instantly touching something wet. 

“Will you stop— dammit Tommy, stop running away from me,” Evan continues, almost in front of him now, although his voice sounds muffled and far away. Tommy stops backing up and lets his hand fall down from his head, revealing bright red blood coating his fingers. “Oh my god…” Evan gasps just as a wave of dizziness sways Tommy backwards. Two strong arms grab him, steady him… but don’t exactly hold him, and that hurts as bad as this headache. Evan is so close Tommy wouldn’t have to lean in far to capture his lips… but he can’t. Not like this. Not while everything feels so off and confusing. 

He allows Evan to help him over to his truck, but shies away from his touch the moment he is able to lean on its bed for stability. Evan pulls out his phone and dials 9-1-1. “What are you doing?” Tommy asks when his jaw is grabbed, gently but firmly, and Evan is guiding him to turn his head. He is ignored as Evan talks to the dispatcher, giving the location and a short gist of what happened, before he stops talking abruptly.

“T- Tommy… were— were you in an accident?” 

Tommy can’t help the sarcasm heavy laugh at the ridiculous question. “Don’t you think you would know if I had been,” he says coolly. 

Evan sighs. “He has a pretty big wound on the back of his head,” he tells the dispatcher, and Tommy stares at him in shock. “There are staples but it’s been reopened.” Tommy feels his skin prickling. He feels this strong sense of unease, like the floors about to fall out from under him. “Hey… look at me,” Evan says, resting his hand on Tommy’s shoulder and looking in his eyes, he turns his phone’s flashlight on and scans it over each eye. “His pupils are receptive. Do— Do you know what day it is?” 

Of course that’s a logical question but given everything it is like a stab into his already ripped open chest. “It’s… November 7.” 

“Okay, good. And the year?”

“2024…”

“Okay— wait. Wh- What did you say?” Once again Evan is staring at him confused. “You said it’s 2024?” Tommy breaks his eyes away; Evan is getting that kicked puppy look and he doesn’t get to do that. He doesn’t get to make Tommy feel bad right now. “Tommy…” Evan pries. “You— You said 2024?” 

“Yes Evan, yes! It’s November 7, 2024! It’s our six month anniversary! But I guess that means nothing to—” His voice cracks. He covers his trembling lip with the back of his hand and tries to calm himself down. 

Sirens break through the deafening silence, and an Ambulance turns into the parking lot. Evan flags it over and it comes to a stop behind Tommy’s truck. Thankfully it’s not the 118, and Tommy doesn’t recognize the paramedics that get out to help him. They check over the apparent wound on the back of his head, and start asking him questions. Questions he mostly ignores because he is focused on Evan talking to the one of them off to the side. “He— he thinks it’s 2024…” he whispers but Tommy catches it anyway. 

“What do you mean ‘I think’,” he asks past the mountain of questions the paramedic accessing him is still piling on. Evan’s mouth clamps shut and he looks over at Tommy. “You said I think it’s 2024… what the hell does that mean Evan.” 

“I- I don’t— uhm…” Evan looks helplessly at the paramedics, avoiding looking at Tommy. 

“Sir, please, just calm down. Take a deep breath. We can get everything figured out at the hospital.”

“To hell with that,” Tommy snaps— which surprises even himself, because he is usually compliant with first responders, being that he is one. “I want everything figured out now. What do you mean?” 

“Tommy…” Evan begins, takes a deep breath and sighs it out. “It’s 2025.” 

“What?”

“It— It’s 2025,” Evan reiterates.

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Sooooo 😀 trying to actually get this fix rolling because I am not going to post the whole first chapter until it’s done! Fingers crossed I don’t lose inspiration before then 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

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