Evening, y'all! I don't often post snippets from WIPs that are in progress on AO3 for these things, but this exchange from the upcoming chapter two of Never want to live (or die) without you made me laugh a whole lot when I wrote it, so... why not share it here.
If you don't recognise the title, this is my Santa Clarita Diet / zombie!Alex / murder husbands AU, and if you're not into that? Scrolling is a free action, my loves.
It’s not that Henry’s a jealous person. He truly isn’t. He and Alex have invited a man or two into their bed over the years, and even if they hadn’t, Alex flirts like he breathes and he looks like that. If Henry were the sort of person to get furiously possessive anytime someone looked twice at his husband, he’d never get anything else done. But Darren… Darren’s attention unsettled Alex, and Alex is not a man who rattles easily.
It’s possible that Henry has considered what Darren’s blood would look like on his own hands once or twice, though admittedly, it was in more of a ‘killing off an expy of him via fiction’ sort of way.
@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!! Perhaps this week I'll even have the brain capacity to actually read stuff?? WHO'S TO SAY.)
If you've been waiting to binge the whole thing, now's your chance!
Thank you again to @cha-melodius and @orchidscript for all of your help with this one and of course my artist @izulkowa for the amazing illustration. I honestly couldn't have done it without you. ❤️❤️❤️
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IT IS EXACTLY FOUR MINUTES AFTER MIDNIGHT HERE, SO IT COUNTS.
I come bearing yacht Daddy Henry *smirk*
“Alex?” Henry says as he comes sauntering down the dock of Basin C, concern evident in his voice. “Hey, are you alright?”
Alex angrily wipes at his face and sniffles into the sleeve of his crewneck. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he mumbles. He pulls his feet up onto the dock and rests his chin on his knees. “What are you doing here?”
Henry crouches down next to him. “I live here. Temporarily, at least.” When Alex glances up at him, he gestures over his shoulder. “The Princess Catherine? She’s mine.”
“The Princess Catherine is yours?” Alex exclaims, lowering his legs so that he can face Henry better. “Aren’t you, like, twenty-five, or something? Did you pay for it with Monopoly money?”
Henry chuckles and loosens his tie. “Thirty-two, actually,” he says, undoing the first three buttons of the crisp white shirt he’s wearing under his black suit. “And no, I did not pay for it with Monopoly money. Just a few British pounds.” He grins when Alex raises an eyebrow at him, but turns serious again very quickly. “Are you sure you’re alright, Alex? You don’t seem fine to me.”
Turning his eyes back on the water in front of him, Alex shrugs, grateful that the tears seemed to have stopped at last. “I’m just stressed, is all,” he confesses, his voice barely more than a whisper.
No pressure tagging @blueeyedgrlwrites @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes
This lovely Sunday morning I've been tagged by @duchessdepolignaca03, @kiwiana-writes and @myheartalivewrites, thank you all!
I've also posted my third chapter of good neighbours which means I'm halfway there! (see tumblr post here !!)
And so I'm sharing a new snippet of a later chapter here!
Alex is truly so kind to offer to help him build his new bookcase, but Henry’s worried about him getting heat stroke. “Really, Alex, it doesn’t have to be done today. The books can wait a few days, I promise.”
“Nah, I know how much you love sorting and alphabetizing and seeing all your books organized. It’s not a big deal, H, really.” Henry opens his mouth to try and dissuade him from continuing and to instead relax, maybe offer him a cool glass of iced tea. But before a sound could escape, Alex grabs at the hem of his shirt and promptly pulls it over his head, making every single thought escape Henry’s brain instead. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any hotter, Alex had brought the temperature of the entire apartment up a few degrees.
Tagging other friends if you'd like to share this weekend! Also an open tag to anyone else who would like to share - please tag me so that I can check it out!
Thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag! I wasn't gonna do anything with it cause I'm pretty in the doldrums this weekend, but... here we are. Persevering, et cetera.
(Apologies to Rangers fans everywhere for finally getting some wind on Hockey Boyfriend Henry the day y'all get booted from the playoffs.)
After managing to snatch a few blissful days in Texas for Christmas, Alex goes back to Connecticut, and Henry returns to New York alone.
They live together, but they don’t. Most of Alex’s things are here, but Alex himself rents a room with a few of his teammates near the XL Center in Hartford—the smallest, least desirable room, because he only needs it for the nights where his team aren’t on the road but he doesn’t have enough free time to head into the city and spend the night with Henry.
It’s fine. It’s not ideal, but it’s fine. And besides, it’s only for a couple of years, while Alex pays his dues in the AHL; in the meantime, Henry practically has the Amtrak schedule memorised, and has every one of Alex’s home games in his calendar. He doesn’t think the thrill of watching Alex on the ice will ever wear off.
Certainly, the thrill of loving him—of being loved by him—has yet to do so.
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ok .. so sentendes cuz it's already sunday - Let's do this!
so my sentences this week are actually one of the ficlets I wrote over the weekend cuz the only other thing I've written recently is not ready for public viewing
so i wrote 8 ficlets this weekend and they're all on ao3 if ya want to peruse - to pick which to post I used an 8-sided die to determine which we'd post here - I rolled a 1 so it's a good thing I wasn't actually playing a game lolz
ficlet and tags behind the post (cuz ooops it might be a bit long for a ficlet)
Henry sinks into the chair on the dock. His friend June invited him along to her family’s lake house in Texas for a long weekend, and as Pez wasn’t in town and had nothing holding him and Will, his toddler son, at home, he decided to tag along. Now, sitting here watching her younger brother, Alex, swim across the lake, hoist himself up on the dock, and slowly walk over to plop in the chair next to him, he wonders why he thought his dog wouldn’t be enough company for them over the long weekend. He’s so lost in thought he misses what Alex is saying to him. He attempts to recover but is so entranced by the drops of water trailing across Alex’s chest he’s surprised he doesn’t offer to lick them off.
Instead, he gets out, “Um … I’m sorry, what was that? I was a bit lost in thought.” It’s not a lie; he was lost in thought. He’s just not sure he should admit those thoughts were all the things he wanted to do to his friend's brother. Alex is ten years younger than him and just graduated from college; he doesn’t need pervy older men lusting after him. Henry is certain he has plenty of people his age lusting after him. Honestly, he thinks there’s probably a new circle in hell being created for him as they speak after some of the thoughts he’s had this weekend. It doesn’t help that Alex is legitimately perfect; he seems to love David, who loves him back in a way he hasn’t loved anyone since Pez. And Will—Will is utterly smitten with Alex, much like his father, only, of course, with less pervy thoughts.
“I was just wondering if Will was still napping. I promised him I’d take him into the lake today.” The blush that rises in Alex’s cheeks as his eyes seem to roam Henry’s body makes Henry wonder if at least some of his feelings aren’t returned. Of course, that is most likely just his overactive imagination at work. “That is if you’re still all right with that.” The way Alex nibbles at his lip gives Henry thoughts he really shouldn’t be having when talking about his son.
“Of course, Will would be distraught with me if I denied him that. I trust you to care for him in the water, Alex.” He attempts to smile in a non-predatory way, but all of the very horny thoughts running through his head make him wonder if he was successful.
“Besides, you’ll be right there with us, right?”
The thought of standing in the water with Alex, as Will no doubt clamors all over him, is doing things to Henry. He knows he has a bit of a competency kink, and Alex has shown just how competent he can be with Henry’s son all weekend. It makes Henry wonder how competent he could be with Will’s father, and he really needs to stop thinking that way.
“Of course –“ Luckily, before he can embarrass himself further, June walks over and plonks Will into his lap.
“Someone woke up from his nap and wanted his dad.” She says as she walks past and plops herself onto the edge of the dock.
Henry’s never been so happy to have his son wake. He has something to focus on other than the devastating man across from him. Well, at least until Will sees Alex and practically throws himself from Henry’s lap to get to him, his loud “Alex” echoing through the silence. Apparently, his thoughts are not the only thing focused on Alex.
so ya made it through the ficlet - it's time for some tags
(no-pressure) tag you're it! to @adreamareads @agame-writes
@anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites
"Alex might black out for a few seconds. He’s definitely not sure what his face is doing, but the way that Henry is smirking at him suggests it’s something pretty incriminating."
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Henry giving Alex a lapdance from @cha-melodius FBI/stripper AU (link)
Hello there everyone! Thank you so much for the tags today @blueeyedgrlwrites @porcelainmortal @taste-thewaste @onthewaytosomewhere and @getmehighonmagic!
Also gonna yoink that open tag from @kiwiana-writes.
This week, the Whump Wheel has chosen: POISONING!
I really enjoyed writing this one! It's been published HERE and a little snippet is below! I'd love to hear what you think!
The press was calling the attack an assassination attempt on the President. Alex didn’t have the words to describe how he saw the attack. One minute, he was next to his mother on stage, watching her give a speech about her latest plan to codify abortion rights to the US Constitution, and the next second, he saw someone in the front row stand up and throw a huge amount of white powder right into his mother’s face. The man (white, not brown, no matter what the fucking media said) was far enough away that some of the powder fell to the ground before getting to her. Alex, by some dumb luck, had reflexes that kicked in quick enough to have him push his mom to the ground and save her from the second handful of powder thrown.
I know it's late, but I'll throw some tags under the cut in case anyone else wants to join!
So many kind friends who tagged me today! I look forward to reading your snippets a little later, as I'm on my way out the door for a fun book club event tonight with friends! Thank you to @onthewaytosomewhere, @jmagnabo92, @suseagull04, @kiwiana-writes, @getmehighonmagic
and also @orchidscript, @emmalostinwonderland, @blueeyedgrlwrites, @myheartalivewrites, @iboatedhere
My @aroyallybigbangrwrb Neighbours AU is so close to posting time! I've also finished editing Chapters 1, 2 and almost done 3 so it is almost completely ready! 🎉
Going with a fun, cheeky snippet today: 😉
Alex leans against the fridge and pushes his sleeves up, exposing his forearms. Henry can see the veins popping under his gorgeous caramel-coloured skin, contrasting beautifully with his bright white shirt. “Anything else I can help you with while I’m here?”
You can push me up against that fridge and have your way with me, is all his extremely unhelpful brain supplies. And he absolutely will not be saying that out loud, so he decides not to even risk opening his mouth and instead shakes his head somewhat vigorously, hoping it doesn’t come across as frantic.
Also tagging in these kind friends in case they'd like to share today!
alrighty!! it's Wednesday like 2 am but who's counting :)
thanks bunches for the early (well it was also late for you) tag @stellarmeadow 💚💚
so more of this liam/pez not-so-much one night stand who i finally have home from the club and with a few more words back the smut i had started writing - cuz i've not had much put into this bb until tonight and it didn't write itself (even tho i hoped it would)
we join the southern philanthropy already in progress.....
Liam assumed when Percy said he had a car waiting, he meant in a local parking spot, not the vehicle with the driver waiting at the curb as they walked out of the club. He hears Percy talk to the driver but doesn’t pay attention to what is said, and the next thing he knows, he’s being ushered into the back of what he thinks might be a town car or something after Percy. He expects him to slide all the way across, so when Liam finds his leg resting against Percy’s, he’s pleasantly surprised.
When the dark window between them and the driver goes up, and he feels Percy’s hand on his thigh, he’s even more surprised; he’s never made out in a moving car and has to imagine it’s rather tricky with seatbelts in the way. That’s why they always went somewhere and parked back in the days when making out in cars was something he did. Percy seems to have no other plans than to sit there against him, with a hand resting on his thigh.
Liam’s lulled by the movement as the car pulls out and doesn’t realize the weight of the hand on his thigh shifts until it’s sliding along the inseam of his jeans. He feels it climb higher and is both turned on and reminded of those games of chicken they all played as dumb, barely teenagers back in the day. The girls he was paired with back then never did anything for him; even that young, he knew he preferred someone with a cock, but the way Pez’s hand slowly glides up is definitely. He glances over and sees the way Pez’s eyes are alight in something beyond mischief; they’re lust-blown but playful, and he can’t stop himself from leaning over to brush against the lips that are still kiss-swollen from making out in the club.
The kissing doesn’t last long before the seatbelts get in the way, but, pulling away, he realizes that Percy’s hand inched its way further up his thigh while they were kissing. His fingers are gently moving up and down along the zipper of his jeans, and when he thinks he might come in his pants, the car comes to a stop, pulling up to the curb, outside what looks like a brownstone similar to the one Alex and Henry live in.
alright some tag-backs from sunday and friday and some other tags beneath the cut cuz besides i'm sure tumblr still being stupid it's early and i'm gonna tag my lil heart out lolz --- and an open tag for anyone who wants to play (tag me plz cuz i luv to be tagged and i wanna see ur words too)
so first thanks ever so much for the sunday sentence and fuck it friday tags (i was writing ficlets and/or at a concert (growing my ever-expanding wip folder with each lolz) this is me tagging ya back for wed! @sophie1973 @suseagull04 @blueeyedgrlwrites @tailsbeth-writes @thesleepyskipper
And here it is, my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic! I did it, I really did it!
Thanks to @thesleepyskipper for the adorable banner, title input, and scene-writing inspiration :) And to @yzmas-talking-llama for the beta and cheerleading!
And of course a HUGE thank you to all the RBB mods for organizing this and pairing everyone up :) can't wait to keep reading the rest of the RBB works!
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Tagging some friends because I haven't written in forever and I just like you, what can I say!?
pixelskylines
romaincrisis
janainaart
germansingergirl
areudirty
jacobvanloon
yousharknotpass
2087
turnnoffyourmind
ellievsbear
