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For those of you (few wonderful humans) who are interested in all of the fics and video edits that I create, I thought I'd finally design a resource post!
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sunshine
a childhood enemies to lovers au. 500 word drabble for @hgejfmw-hgejhsf.
“I don’t know, Bug.”
He’s exhausted as hell from the flight home after a grueling finals week. He doesn’t want to make small talk with people he grew up with only to spend the last four years seeing how much they grew apart. It’s pretty much the worst thing he can think of right—
June says, too-casually, “Henry will be there.”
Scratch that. It just got even worse.
Obviously Alex has to go, now.
He hasn’t seen Henry since halfway through middle school, when the Fox family moved out of state. Mister fancy-pants “Oh, I’m on the cul-de-sac” Henry, who always had the cooler bikes, and out-sold Alex at every Girl Scout thing they went to with their sisters. Henry, who was good at everything and got along with everyone. Everyone, that is, except for Alex.
Henry, who’d stayed friends with Pez down the street, is exactly how Alex remembered but worse. He’s too fucking tall. His shoulders are so broad they’re borderline ridiculous. He—
“Alex.”
Fuck. His voice got even deeper. Fuck. Alex scowls.
“Charming as ever,” Henry remarks. At a pointed glance from Pez, he clears his throat, then adds, “Taller, though. Unless we’re speaking relatively, in which case—”
Is this guy for fucking real?
Alex opens his mouth.
“Henry’s the same, though, right, baby brother?” June butts in. “Remember that camp photo? The one where you said he looked like sunshine?”
“Can you not?” Alex objects. “Like he thinks the sun shines out of his ass, is what I said.”
“No,” says June, “I don’t think that was it.” She turns to Henry. “Pretty sure he kept it, by the way.”
“June,” hisses Alex. “How do you even know about that?”
Henry’s blushing. The stupid sun is in his hair again and he looks so unfairly fucking pretty that Alex wants to— wait. What?
Oh. Alex kind of forgets to breathe for a moment. Oh.
“Right, we’ll leave you to it,” says Pez. He takes June by the arm.
Henry shifts. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I was always too panicked by your evident dislike of me to not act like a total knob when you were around. Suppose that hasn’t changed either.”
Alex swallows. “I never disliked you. I just. Always figured you thought you were too good to hang out with me.”
“My gran did think that,” Henry admits, looking sad. “She was very strict.”
Alex remembers the general shape of her, a grim shadow in the curtain whenever he rode his bike too-close to their cul-de-sac. “Was?”
“She doesn’t get a say anymore.” Henry looks at him. “Does that, erm. Mean you wanted to? Hang out?”
“Did you?” Alex counters.
If Henry had pigtails, Alex could’ve pulled those and not been more fucking obvious.
“Yes,” says Henry, simply. “Perhaps we could start now? Make up for lost time?”
“For the record,” says Alex, “I really, really didn’t dislike you.”
Henry’s flush deepens. He’s smiling. Fuck. “For the record,” he says, “I kept that photo, too.”
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@rwrbsource & @rwrbmovie’s rwrb appreciation month bingo: cast
What appealed to you about the roles of Prince Henry and Alex? How much, if at all, did you relate to them when you either read the script or read the book? [x]
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks @cha-melodius and @three-drink-amy for the tags! And… look. I want it on record that this is all railmedaddy’s fault, okay? OC POV/Outsider POV you terrify me but here we are.
(Okay, MAYBE I was the one who sent a voice note talking about the fact that while I understand why CMQ didn’t include it in the book given it was still in the future when they wrote and published, in a covid-free 2020 the Tokyo Olympics should have happened during the timeframe of the book, somewhere around LA/pre-Lakehouse; and that the Paris Olympics aren’t mentioned but would be, per the timeline in the bonus chapter, around/right before they get engaged; and that’s INTERESTING, three Olympics covering their rivals - FWB - lovers arc. But what I’m actually writing? THAT is Rae’s fault, hands down.)
Rio de Janeiro, 2016
Ari Katene never realised how many famous people go to the Olympics.
Pretty fucking stupid, when he thinks about it. Of course they do. But when he was little, the Olympics was just the thing his family crowded around the TV to watch once every four years, muttering about timezones as they did so; when he got a bit older and started taking diving seriously, when he started getting noticed and his coach started talking about the Commonwealth Games as a real possibility, the Olympics became a goal. He was no longer thinking about who may or may not be there, but on how he could be there.
And here he is. Representing his country on the biggest stage there is—even if it is in a sport Aotearoa has never actually medalled in. But it doesn’t seem to matter that no one’s expecting him to place; there are celebrities everywhere, and they’re all keen to chat with an Olympian. Any Olympian.
Which Ari is, now. Fucking wild.
He’s been trying to stay in the zone for the most part, ahead of the finals later today, but he can’t resist taking the chance to grab a selfie with Alex and June Claremont-Diaz. He hasn’t been paying a whole lot of attention so the circus that is the US election campaign, especially given his full-on training schedule all year, but even he’s aware of who the nominees are—and that if America actually elects Ellen Claremont instead of fucking it up, that selfie is going to be a pretty big brag in a few months.
@tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)
This or That: RWRB Edition
Hey look, guys, I'm participating in something! Many thanks to @myheartalivewrites, @kiwiana-writes, and @cha-melodius for the tags!
// Cakegate or the Great Turkey Calamity // Red Room or tack room // strumpet or biscuit // Don’t Stop Me Now or Your Song // Yes, good, carry on or We all must learn and grow // Prince Buttercup or Hoe Dameron // Henry runs on NYE or Henry runs from the lake house // I am very, very gay or Bisexuality truly is a rich and complex tapestry // fire under your ass for no good goddamn reason or bottom of the pie crust chat // baby or sweetheart // The whole bloody time or set me on fire // Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi // AN INCOMPLETE LIST or your body comes back to me in dreams // burgundy velvet suit or midnight-blue bomber jacket // bad metaphors about maps or hometown stuff // obtuse fucking asshole or then fucking have me // America: He is my choice or Never tell me the odds // sería una mentira porque no sería él or history, huh? // I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you or I love him on purpose //
Gonna put some tags out into the world for: @adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @agame-writes @anincompletelist @blueeyedgrlwrites
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no sentence sunday
Hi, friends. I know it's been a minute, but I swear I'm still here.
And I just wanna make sure y'all know that I do love being tagged in your snippets and WIP games throughout the week—even though I haven't been super active myself lately.
Some of you may already know that June is a difficult month for me now, but I did make friends in a new fandom recently, so... Uh. Well... for my newer pals who did not see me knocked on my ass this time last year... just know it's not you. It's me. Specifically, it's a bad anniversary, plus a holiday that really hammered that grief in.
The point is, even though I haven't had the spoons to reblog and comment like usual, thank you for continuing to tag me when you share your beautiful words. My spoons are in the dishwasher as we speak, and I love this lil community so much.
Tagging the usual suspects under the cut. Even though I don't have a snippet to share this week, I'd still love to see yours!
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Happy Sunday my loves!! I come to you with ONE LAST SNIPPY from my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic! I am posting this bad boy on FRIDAY, and I can't wait for her to be out in the open and available to all of you. I'm so proud of the work I did on this one! It and the podfic that's being made with it is going to be fantastic, and I'm just so excited for it to be out there in the world! Thank you to @duchessdepolignaca03 , @onthewaytosomewhere , @suseagull04 , @tailsbeth-writes , @firstprinces
and @heysweetheart-writes for the tags today!
They go on a second date, this time walking the halls of the very museum that brought them together. Henry, overly familiar with all of the works adorning the walls, has memorized each sculpted piece down to the quirks of their fingers, but he lets Alex lead him through the maze of art and teach him intimate details about all of his favorite pieces. It’s refreshing to see these works he’s so accustomed to through the eyes of another, and Henry finds a smile on his lips, nodding along, bopping his head, and murmuring words of agreement. On their third date, they walk through Hyde Park, and Alex sparkles like the sunlight that has decided to grace them on this spring day in London. The usual cloud cover has parted, and every plane of Alex’s face is on full display, his cheekbones sharp as they tentatively hold hands and meander, trading stories and reveling in their histories. Alex finds himself aching to understand Henry more, in a way he’s never quite felt before. His fingers, tangled up in Henry’s and occasionally squeezing as if to reassure both of them that this is real, never want to let go – they feel so right, the way they slot into the divots of Henry’s, and Alex feels bashful at how attached he’s gotten in two dates and late night text conversations.
going to tag @sparklepocalypse , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @porcelainmortal , @piratefalls and an open tag for anyone who wants it tonight!
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(I don't understand why the banner looks like shit but I'm done trying to fix it)
Hello! Thank you for today's tag to: @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull04 @tailsbeth-writes & @taste-thewaste and to everyone that's tagged me these past few weeks! You'll be tagged on the tag list!
I've been very frustrated with my writing lately. I have a very horrible writers block I can't seem to be able to get out of so I'm posting this in hopes of getting some motivation back through your lovely comments on it. It's a bit I really love from Watermelon Sugar's final chapter (that literally has like one scene left and I can't fucking finish it)
After a beat of silence and right before the water runs cold, Alex turns on Henry’s arms slowly and looks at him resting back against the tiles with his eyes closed. His breathing relaxed, his features calm. Henry looks beautiful, he always does and Alex falls in love with him a little more every day. It still amazes him that he gets to see Henry grow and he gets to grow along with him. He gets to see and revel in every new laugh line or how his hair is turning darker in some parts, almost imperceptibly but Alex notices and wishes Henry will let his hair gray when the time comes.
It will always make me laugh how people was so mad at me for this fic and all the horrible things they said about it without even reading it and the fic is literally that. lol stay mad though idc.
Tags under the cut!
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several sentence sunday :) <3
hello!! thanks for the tags this week my friends! will tag back below the cut xoxo
finally after like....a month...i am posting chapter 4 of proposal au tomorrow. sorry for the delay asjdkfjlaskdf i was ill (physically, mentally, all the ways) but now i am slowly crawling back ily thank you for your patience <3
here's a snip from chapter 4 of the full spectrum of human emotion:
Henry and Alex emerge from their changing rooms at the same time, and every single thought Henry’s ever had in his entire miserable life immediately exits his brain stage left. Slate wiped completely clean, not a trace of life to be found. All functioning brain cells are redirected to maintaining a semblance of control over his faculties as he battles the dryness of his mouth at the sight of Alexander Claremont-Diaz in a suit that should not fit him as well as it does, accentuating his strong shoulders and needlessly toned physique—when does he get the bloody time?—in a way that is, frankly, indecent. It’s a suit off the rack, for crying out loud. It should not fit. But it does. And now he’s expected to speak in front of Alex’s family and be decent and somehow composed in a way that doesn’t give himself away immediately.
xoxo roop
+ open tag and tagging a few folks below the cut <3
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Six Sentence Sunday
Thank you so much for the tags today @onthewaytosomewhere @duchessdepolignaca03 @suseagull04 @tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste
and @softboynick !
Sentences below more than six but whatever from "Kiss Me, Just Once (for luck)" my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic that's based off The Idea of You!
When the band finally made their appearances, a hush fell over the room that almost immediately got replaced with excited whispers from the minors in the room. Everyone else acted like it was a normal occurrence for them to occupy the same space as a famous musician, so Henry tried to copy their demeanor and act like he wasn’t phased in the slightest. It would have worked for quite a lot longer than the few minutes it did if Alex hadn’t approached him so quickly. “Henry, so good to see you again.” Alex slipped himself next to Henry and perched his elbows onto the table top, leaning onto it and into Henry’s shoulder. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure you’d show up.” “Well, when a musician serenades you with a Taylor Swift song that certainly doesn’t match the image the band goes for, one does get a little bit curious why.”
No pressure tags below the cut!
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Thanks @duchessdepolignaca03 and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tags this morning!!
More Divergent AU (that's actually seven sentences, shhhh)...
There was a part of Nora that still couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
They had been taught from the time they were infants that the faction system was the only way to live, its structure the only solution to the world’s problems. And sometimes, it had seemed that way to Nora. She knew, though, of course, that no system was flawless because no single person was flawless, and people were the ones who had made up the system in the first place. It was hard to remember that sometimes, though, when they had nothing but the “faction before blood” mantra drilled into them from birth.
Now, she had to help June somehow figure out how to stop Erudite. How she was going to do that from Dauntless, she had no idea.
Lots of gentle no pressure tags for @anincompletelist @blueeyedgrlwrites @cha-melodius @daisymae-12 @emmalostinwonderland @everwitch-magiks @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heysweetheart-writes @henryofwales @happiness-of-the-pursuit @iboatedhere @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @kiwiana-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @miss-minnelli @msmarvelouswinchester @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @theprinceandagcd @priincebutt @pridepages @read-and-write- @ships-to-sail @sherryvalli @tailsbeth-writes @thinkof-england @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @14carrotghoul @zwiazdziarka and open tag for anyone who wants to share their lovely words!
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Several Sentence Sunday
It’s been months since I had something to contribute so I’m very happy to be here. I was tagged by nobody but that won’t stop me. 😂😈
These sentences are from a oneshot RWRB WIP I’ve started writing. It’s NSFW, so I’ll put it under the cut. The premise: Alex falls asleep in Henry’s lap. Gay panic (and bi panic?) ensues.
Tagging my faves @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @firenati0n @kiwiana-writes @myheartalivewrites @everwitch-magiks and anyone else who’d like to do this!