please this hellsite is my home. i can't imagine ever leaving it??? where else will i post gifs no one will rb?? where else will i get wrong information from 20 different people at the same time??
The bus pulls up after dark. Sebas can hear the others talking about it, crowding around the glass windows to watch.
Sebas is pretending not to listen. He’s pretending that he’s not already pacing the hall outside Roque’s room, waiting. That he hasn’t been waiting since Roque sent those photos, since Italy, before that, since longer.
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Or, Roque sends thirst traps. Sebas has to pretend not to like it.
tags: au—the lake house (2006) fusion, epistolary, love letters, strangers to friends to lovers, writer henry, lawyer alex, au—magical realism, timeline shenanigans, fluff, angst with a happy ending, no mcd, mutual pining and yearning, endless number of persuasion references
Dear Alex,
Wrapping my head around this phenomenon continues to be quite difficult.
You’re a man living two years ahead, in my home, using my mailbox?
Somehow, inexplicably, we occupy the same corner of space, but not at the same time.
Somehow, inexplicably, I believe you.
Or, Alex and Henry both know they've found their right person. If only they weren't in the wrong timelines.
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chapter one: skeptically, alex // sincerely, henry
xoxo roop
+ tags / a sentimental note:
so! a lot has happened in the past year. i usually have parts of me peeking through in my writing, but this fic is especially affected. i have spent the last few months exploring themes of personal growth and grief and yearning in my works (life imitates art imitates life), a bit of a departure from the rom-coms and silliness of past ones. this fic, i think, is a nice mix of everything! :)
been tinkering with this one since december 2023, which has been really lovely in these trying times! fic has always been a wonderful way to explore interiority in ways both detached from us and deeply personal to us. this is a little story about love, growth, yearning (so much yearning), pining (SO much pining), grief, taking risks, and letting ourselves be seen and known (in unconventional ways). trust the process, and all. :D
i am incredibly grateful for everyone who has kept me going, whether in my comments or DMs, as i have navigated murky waters. thank you so much for reading and supporting!
big hugs and forehead kisses to @anchoredarchangel and @cha-melodius for workshopping and editing this shit into shape and keeping me going through the timeline fuckery and writing/life woes with their big brains and big hearts, and to @changinghearts, @springrainbloom, @smugvillanelle, and @henfox for reading, cheerleading, supporting, and letting me know which lines they'd tattoo on their asses. highest of compliments!
love and appreciate y'all so so SO dearly. thank you!!
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tagging some folks who expressed interest in this, just this once! no barrage of tags from me, i promise <3
honestly, i don't know what to do here anymore since i don't watch anything, not really. and i don't make gifs atm anymore, and idk who more than half the people yall post on my dash are... also it seems like most of my friends that were here... before. are gone?
a roommates au. friends to lovers. 8k. rated t.
happy birthday @firstprinced.
When Alex meets Henry, the first thing he thinks is that Henry does in fact smell like a library. But like a really nice library, with a tea shop and tons of natural light, and rows upon rows of leather-bound books. Maybe one of those rolling ladders, too, with a super hot librarian on the bottom rung.
Anyone with eyes and a nose would easily come to the same conclusion.
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Or, Alex’s new roommate smells nice. Like really nice, objectively speaking.
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