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I got tagged by the lovely @suseagull04 and @caterpills <33 thank you for the tag!!!
Here is my snippet from my Love Hypothesis AU hehehehe!!!
A simple hypothesis simply suggests there is always a relationship between one independent variable and one dependent variable, like a person is far more prone to fuck ups and blunders when fueled only by coffee, a couple of granola bars, and the fragile thread of three hoursâ sleep, as opposed to someone blessed with the luxury of a more reasonable routine.
And thus we find ourselves with Specimen A: Alex Claremont-Diaz.
Hi yâall!! Thanks so much for the tags from @caterpills and @sophie1973!
Iâll share a bit from a socmed oneshot where Iâm still trying my hands at coding, so this will be just plain text:
Alex: i knead you to know iâll def have opinions
Henry: Was that a baking pun?
Alex: thatâs on a knead to know basis
Henry: Is that the only baking word you know?
Alex: i expect you to teach me more
Alex: itâs the yeast you can do
Henry: Alright, you bellend, cut it out.
Alex: whatâs a bellend
Henry: Look it up.
Itâs my first time sharing a snippet here on tumblr, so here goes nothing, i guess đ€·ââïž
Hi everyone!! Thanks so much for the tags this week from @suseagull04 @thighzp @sophie1973 (and everyone else who tagged me in the past week writing prompts!)
I'm still in recovery mode from This Is More of a Comment Than a Question (which is complete now if you've been waiting and haven't seen me shouting about it) so writing hasn't really been ACTIVE but it's been passive! The kind of writing that is brewing in the back of my mind, with inspo collecting and a brainstorming doc, etc etc.
I have a little fluff-tober fic coming (prompt: haunted house), and my next multi-chap, which I'm tentatively calling: saudade fic (Alex and Henry meet when they are young, briefly, then again later in college, with a twist.)
So here's the opening (???) line to that:
Drowning is a strange way to die.
Super no pressure tags and always OPEN (this is barely a WIP to share) but tag me please! I feel fic hungover and I want to eat everyone's words! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
One Kiss Is All It Takes (To Fallin' In Love With Him)
Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox
Rating: E
WC: 2.5k+
Chapters: 1/1 (Complete)
Tags: Alternate Universe, First Kiss, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff
Summary:
The manâs lips are pink and plump, and Alex stares. He canât pull his eyes away, for whatever goddamn reason. The man speaksâhis pretty lips shaping each word with a delicate precision and Alex manages to catch the end of his sentence.
Alex blue-screens.
â...to kiss you.â
Alex leans in, smushing their lips together, without any ceremony; hesitantly dragging his bottom lip against the manâs pretty ones. He tastes the burst of citrus sunshine on his lips, the tangy bliss of the margarita the man has been sipping.
so once again a lil artsy thing that i still need to fiddle with some more cuz well it's a bit wonky (but might not be as noticeable when smaller lol) if i wanna use it for this lil fairytale's title banner and the last of the words you'll be getting from that lil fic b4 it posts yay!!!
so i'm stealing the open tag from @eusuntgratie and also thanks @jmagnabo92 for the early tag
The first time Prince Alex says it, in one of his letters, Prince Henry has to re-read what it says, afraid he has imagined it. There it is in print, though, at the end of his letter, for the first time ever: Love, Alex. When Prince Henry read those words, he â well, his fifteen-year-old mind- had already been in love with Alex for longer than he remembers not being.
He continues to write as if nothing has changed, his mind working around in circles as to what those words really mean. The prince knows they are young, Alex a year younger than him even, but he contemplates over and over the possibility that what he feels at just fifteen years of age is love and that it might be returned.
The words continue to be there at the bottom of every letter Alex sends, and Henry bides his time. He knows they are too young for anything to happen, but he knows he will have forever to get there. He has always felt a connection to Alex, and now he thinks he knows what that connection is and why he felt that pull towards him even when they were younger.
It's on Prince Alexâs fifteenth birthday that it all comes to a head; Prince Henry, newly sixteen by just a couple of weeks, has been in his head all day, and his friend notices. Prince Alex drags him off to the Green Room in the palace in Claremont so they can be alone, without all the other people around. Itâs a room that holds sentimental value to the boys as they spent many days in this room, playing any variation of games their young minds could make up. Itâs the room they often run to when things become a little too much for one of them; their families know if they need to find them to look there.
so an open tag for anyone who may want it and well some no-pressure tags beneath the cut (i say some but it's early so there's like so many lol)
iâm interrupting youâre regularly scheduled WIP Wednesday to share this sweet little ficlet i put out last night đ
tags below the cut!
It feels different than it had all those months ago. Theyâre so far from that tightrope of intimacy disguised of sex, the dangerous meeting place of wanting and resisting. He can still hear his momâs voice against the panes of his skull, âdo you feel forever about him?â, and yet, thereâs none of the apprehension clawing at the back of his throat. Thereâs no flip in his stomach turning over like a car engine, fighting to ignite.
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or, Henry and Alex drive to Lake LBJ, and Alex is so in love that he could die.
thank you @onthewaytosomewhere and @littlemisskittentoes for the tag <333
this is from the very new wip that was born today (or yesterday night i guess) never thought i would be writing Vampire!Henry but here i am XD
The thing is Alex knows that dating a vampire brings along certain cons. He has watched Twilight enough times to know about them; despite Henryâs insistence likening âTwilightâ to what porn is to sex education. âItâs all fictitious, love,â Henry has said many times. And Alex knowsâhis boyfriend doesnât quite shimmer beneath the sunlight like in the tales, even if he does exude the genteel fragility reminiscent of a Victorian gentleman with his pale skin but thatâs because he is old enough to belong to that bygone era.Â
Now, as Alex observes Henry's fangs gleaming, a thought strikes him: perhaps twilight does have one thing right.
But drinking bloodâitâs not a con, not necessarily, no. Despite being a vampire, Henry does not have a penchant for killing. Alex knowsâhe knows about the hunts, the blood, the feeding. On numerous occasions, Alex has caught himself wiping away the lingering traces of blood from the corner of his mouth after a hunt. He is aware of the blood bags Henry keeps stored in a separate freezer; itâs not exactly a secret that Henry feeds on blood. He is a vampireâhe has to drink blood. However, Alex has never seen him drink it.Â
Alexâs gaze fixates on Henryâs fangs as they delicately skim over his bottom lip. Right. Well, then. This canât be happening. Henryâs eyes search his boyfriendâs face before he wills his gaze to return to Alexâs finger.Â
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here's a snip from my au of the bear but it's a character study on alex (spoke about it a bit during a wip game here). this is chef alex aka carmy!alex:
Alex dices and slices and chops and juliennes, the top edge of the knife digging into his index finger and leaving a deep pink indentâphysical proof of his hard work. Something tangible to hold on to, as real as the vegetables neatly stacked in front of him, as true as the erratic pulse he can feel in his fingertips. He leans into the sharp pain, his wrist aching and finger throbbing from the speed. His back is curled into himself, crowding his body over the kitchen counter, errant curls falling into his eyes as his knife moves at lighting speed, struggling to keep up with his racing thoughts.
"You gotta come home, Alex."
Alex's knife picks up at a punishing pace.Â
âMom needs you. I need you.â
Everybody wants something. He's not sure how much he has left to give, to slice off of his heart and serve up. Ugly presentation.
xoxo roop
+ no pressure tags under the cut and open tag as always <3 please tag me if you use, i want to see :)
thank you for the tags, @gay-flyboys, @msmarvelouswinchester, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf!
back with more dad!alex đ„°
The plane lands in the middle of the night, so at least there are mercifully few reporters and paparazzi waiting when Alex lands. He puts on a hoodie and a ball cap and keeps his head down, letting Cash and Amy pave the way to the car for him, and again when they get to the hotel. He barely gets any sleep that night, too bogged down in jet lag and anxiety to be able to relax.
Heâs greeted by a swarm when he arrives for the first day of the conference. Cash and Amy do their best to shield him from the crowd, but Alex agrees to answer a few questions, because he doesnât want anyone to think heâs ashamed. He wants this kid, he wants to be a dad. He just also wants some goddamn privacy.
not sure who's done this and who hasn't, so no pressure! @wordsofhoneydew, @sparklepocalypse, @read-and-write-, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @inexplicablymine, @affectionatelyrs, @cricketnationrise
Hi y'all, happy Sunday!! It's been a busy writing week, I posted Let Me inside (I Want to Get to Know You) with @affectionatelyrs on Thursday and I want you more (Somehow, I just want you more) today, though neither have an official sort of tumblr post yet.
In the meantime, though, if you haven't read the second fic, Google Doc titled Size Queen Alex, here's a snippet (linked above):
Henryâs eyes, which are trained on their point of connection, flit up to meet Alexâs. âAlex, youâ Are youââ
âYeah,â Alex chokes out. âKeep going.â
Henry sucks in a breath, nodding, seemingly collecting himself. Then, the corner of his mouth curls up into a small smile. âYou look⊠Incredible, Alex. Youâre taking it so well.â
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For Sunday or whatever day you'd like to post, I'm tagging @kiwiana-writes @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @leojfitz @eusuntgratie @firenati0n @anincompletelist @wordsofhoneydew @whimsymanaged @gay-flyboys @gayrootvegetable @cactusdragon517 @cultofsappho @cricketnationrise @14carrotghoul @junebugclaremontdiaz and anyone who wants to share, open tag, allow me to enable you!
Are you named after anyone? No not really but you can say my name is a perfect mix of my parents' name
When was the last you cried? two days ago? idk i was working on my paper so yeah i may have cried
Do you have kids? NO
What sports do you play/have you played? I am absolutely not a sporty girl i am more of an artsy girl? But i joined swimming practices to get over my fear of water (spoiler alert: it did not work lol) and i used to play badminton a long time ago (pre-covid era)
Do you use sarcasm? Sarcasm? Hmm is it a clothing item? What is that?
What is the first thing you notice about people? Generally? Their style. Romantically, their eyes
What is your eye color? Dark brown, pretty basic
Scary movies or happy endings? Both, but for me, october is for scary movies and december is for happy endings
Any talents? Singing and uh...writing?
Where were you born? the very same city i am still living in, it was in a hospital on a very rainy day it was chaos
What are your hobbies? reading (yes, books too along with fanfics)
Do you have any pets? Uh no, i dont like dogs and my mom is allergic to cats (i want a cat)
How tall are you? 5'1 or 154.9 cm
Favorite subject at school? Biology and English (I would have not survived Merchant of Venice if i didn't like that subject lmaoo)
Dream job? in a lab, in a lab coat, handling an animal specimen probably for some medical/clinical trials
surprise! kittentoes isn't dead!!! MASSIVE thank you to all the beautiful people that have been tagging me recently. sarah unforuntately had neither the spoons nor muse to write. UNTIL NOW!
we're back baby. and we're coming back swinging with some kitten!henry!
find the tags for some badass writers under the cut
The room had been crafted to mimic the feel of his actual office, still enough to lull a sense of confidence with each party on the other line. Yet, squirreled away snugly between the clean edge of his desk and the corner of the wall, a downy pet bed lay cocooned into a small cove. A soft string of delicate lights, bright enough to cast a gentle glow down to illuminate the pages of Henryâs books on the occasional day off from the shelter dotted wall of the small niche. Soft pillows cushioned the cool ridges of the walls above the bed, and along the plush surface, squeaker-lined stuffed mice and small bells encased in puffs lay scattered, awaiting the shuffle of Henryâs outstretched limbs.Â
It wasnât every day that Henry settled himself into the small corner, content to bask in the murmur of Alexâs voice for a few hours. But now and then, a work lull would allow him to take the time to sink into himself. Heâd explained to Alex once that it wasnât completely the sameânot the complete removal from the anxieties nipping at the outer corners of his mind over matters bubbling an ocean away or the utter ease of knowing his only concern was following any command that slipped free of Alexâs mouth the same way full scenes did. But the subtle pride Alex got from seeing Henryâs shoulders relax just a fraction, contented sighs speckled in his exhales, was enough to make Alex more than willing to ensure Henry knew he was welcome to slip in regardless of the video stream on his monitor, or density of the document he was reviewing.Â
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