hello! @cha-melodius and @suseagull5914 both tagged me in the word game, so, technically my frankenstein word is RAINBOW KITCHEN! (how fun is that???) the rules and words are below!
“Why did you decide to start the Okonjo Foundation?”
“You know he doesn’t have many friends,” Percy says and Alex frowns.
“Who are you talking about?”
Percy lifts his eyes to the doorway. “I believe he doesn’t think that he deserves them since he can’t be one hundred percent honest with people about who he is, which is utter bullshit. He doesn’t owe anyone anything.”
“Agreed.”
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WolfNichols Grief Fic
“He had a heart attack. It was sudden.”
Carol frowns. “Wasn’t he a cardiologist?”
“I understand the irony,” Josh tells her. “It would be like if I died of an aneurysm.”
I’ve been working on this for a while but I just got to the beginning of it (that’ll make sense one day). So now I am thrilled to share something from the first chapter!
“From this moment forward, it’s a whole new ball game,” warned Okonjo.
For he knew there was no turning back. That nothing would ever be the same again.“
Henry closed the book, smiling out at the applauding audience. Even on his fourth book, it still amazed him to see people dressed up as his characters, hanging on every word he’d written.
The moderator, whose name Henry had already forgotten, finished his own applause to raise the microphone to his lips. "Henry James, ladies and gentlemen. What a wonderful reading, Henry!”
“Thank you,” Henry said with a smile.
“Okay,” the moderator said, “let’s take some questions.”
it’s past midnight, and I’m totally out of practice, so please take this open tag, and tag me if you use it!
well i had planned to be saying oh that photog alex fic is posted but then I made the mistake of scrolling tumblr and this happened - who’da thunk a cigarette would lead to a bi speedrun? - so if ya want a quick read of alex having a bi speedrun bcuz he sees henry smoking well here ya go - so photog alex will go up 2moro i think as my last @safe-smuttin submission (saved as a draft and ready to go)
and words today will be from photog alex i guess cuz well a lot of my other words are secret right now - under the cut - for kinda smut i guess lolz (and cuz there is no way i’m bothering counting so it’s a lot
sophie!! alright just a bit later than normal for me lolz but here ya go
Henry is sprawled beneath Alex, hair streaked with mud, expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. The rain, which was a drizzle, is now falling in buckets, and both of them are soaked through. Now, also covered in mud, and Alex can’t stop laughing.
Henry swore they would be fine. It’s just a little rain, after all, no reason not to take a walk and let him show Alex all the things he has always loved about this place. Yeah. Now here they are, looking like they lost a battle with, well, everything, after having landed in the mud as they slid down the rain-soaked hill.
“I am never letting you forget this.” The words tumble from Alex’s mouth along with the laughs that don’t seem to slow.
Henry groans and wipes a hand down his cheek, only succeeding in smearing even more mud across his face. “I can’t help that you do not know how to avoid the soft spots on a hill and sent us both down it.”
Alex props himself up on one elbow and looks at Henry with mock disbelief. “If someone had warned me I was going to be walking through a series of rain-induced landmines, I would have known to do so.” Alex can’t stop laughing as he looks up at Amy and Henry’s PPO standing at the top of the hill, looking down at them and shaking their heads.
Amy hollers down, “Are you idiots okay?”
Alex and Henry exchange a look, and both raise their hands in a thumbs-up, laughing again as Alex slips and tries to maneuver himself upright, only to topple back onto Henry. Henry grunts as Alex lands half on his chest and half sprawled between his legs. Alex blinks down at him, suddenly very aware of their position. He watches as Henry blushes and can’t help but think how much he loves this man. Henry’s lips part as if to say something, but Alex beat him to the punch.
“If you wanted me on top of you, all you had to do was ask, baby.” He grins as he pushes himself back up to his hands.
Henry huffs beneath him and rolls his eyes. “Just get off me before Amy takes any more pics for blackmail purposes, than I’m sure she already has.
Alex shifts and rolls to the side of him, with an assist from Henry. Henry rolls to his side and pushes himself back up with a ridiculous and effortless grace that Alex can’t help but admire. Well, admire and want to see in a less muddy setting. Preferably naked, if he’s honest.
Together, they get Alex to his feet and slowly trudge back up the small hill. Alex is holding onto Henry for dear life as they make their way up the hill slowly. But he can’t complain with the way Henry’s thighs and ass fills his line of sight. It does, however, make Alex wish this could go quicker so he can get them out of their muddy clothes and into a shower where he can have Henry to himself.
When they get back to the house, Alex’s patience is wearing thin. As soon as they’re inside and away from their security, he peels his jacket off and is itching to strip Henry of his rain-soaked and mud-covered clothing.
Henry smirks at him, and Alex wants to kiss it off his lips. “Eager, are we?”
Alex grins and steps in impossibly close, “Oh, you have no idea, baby.”
Henry laughs but follows willingly when Alex tugs him toward the closest bathroom with a shower. The warm water of the shower is a welcome relief after they get rid of ruined clothes. Alex watches as water streams across Henry’s skin, taking with it any muck that remains. This is so much better. When together, they have each other clean and warmer, Alex drops to his knees, intent on messing Henry up in a way that is so much more fun.
you guys have been BUSY today! I haven’t done this many tag games consecutively in weeks kjdhsfgkjhg. that being said, if you get double or triple tagged by me despite me attempting to mix things up, I’m sorry for the bombardment and there is NO pressure sjdgfjhg x
“Perhaps Daniel is more to your taste. He looks severe but he’s quite soft, once you get him alone. Sweet, slow, eager to please. Though, if you’re still torn up about your ex, I’d avoid him.”
Alex furrows a brow. “Why?”
“He has a tendency to cry afterward and you’ll have to cuddle him until he eventually falls asleep.”
“What?” Alex chokes, glancing back across the bar. “That guy?”
Henry smiles at him.
“Careful judging a book by its cover, Alex.”
Blowing out a breath, he collapses back against the booth again, eyeing his mysterious new friend. “How do you know all of this stuff anyway?”
Henry takes the straw between his teeth once more.
“I’ve fucked all of them.”
Narrowly schooling his reaction, Alex bites his lip. With the way Henry looks in here, Alex had no doubts that the man had his pick of anyone he wanted. But. Damn.
Alex wonders what it’s like, to be wanted like that.
First, from chapter 3 of Tastes Like Heartbreak and Mistakes (but I can’t wait)
“I didn’t, though! I… I’m confused,” he admits and Henry hums, soothingly. His hand is still on Alex’s knee, even as Alex has sat up straight, and his thumbs presses slightly into the meat of Alex’s inner thigh. Alex is hyper-aware of Henry’s thumb, and how his own flesh seems to give in to it, gives way to Henry’s, makes space for him. He can’t help himself when he blurts, “I kinda wanna kiss you.”
Henry stills.
“You don’t mean that, Alex,” he says, his thumb pressing hard into Alex’s thigh.
“I don’t know about you but I haven’t exchanged handwritten love letters in a while,” Alex grumbled at Henry in reply, and Henry sniffed derisively. “You’re sure there isn’t a name on there?” Alex asked, which was also his third time asking this question. They were taking it in turns to spiral.
“Unless you want me to check under a UV light for invisible writing-?” Henry snarked back and he raised an eyebrow at Alex’s hopeful look. “I’m joking,”
“Does this look like the time for jokes, Fox?” Alex hissed, and David huffed at them in reproach.
And finally, from the Stranger Things, Hopper is actually Steve’s Dad WIP that I play in when I need somewhere else to play.
Steve is shivering when Hopper finds him on the jetty overlooking Lovers Lake. The night air is cold and without thinking, Hopper shucks his jacket and drops it over Steve’s shoulders when he gets close enough. Steve jumps but then settles again when Hopper lowers himself onto the rickety planks, groaning with the effort.
“Cold tonight,” he says casually and Steve huffs and uses his free hand to gather Hopper’s jacket closer around himself. In his other hand is his nail bat. “What’re you doing out here, kid?” Hopper asks, eyes tracking over the dark water.
That’s it til next week! If you’re interested in WIP Wednesdays, or just seeing what else I throw out, check me out on Bluesky!
