The way we get into each other's bones [Angstapalooza RWRB Edition] bc the multiminute podcast i got from u isn’t enough apparently
and also the only fans one, u know, for balance
The way we get into each other’s bones [Angstapalooza RWRB edition]
Lmaoooo the TWELVE MINUTE VOICE NOTE I sent you already gave you more info about this than I think anyone other than @ships-to-sail @celeritas2997 and @rmd-writes is privy to. BUT.
For those of you who aren’t in the middle of the Venn diagram between RWRB and Schitt’s Creek, a few years back I wrote a 53k canon divergence breakup/reconciliation fic that was dubbed “angstapalooza” while I was writing it. And based on people’s reactions… it earned the moniker. (It’s also, despite my overall reputation in SC as a smut/kink peddler, become The Work people associate with me, apparently. Or as @indestructibleheart put it: “mj being seen as someone who only writes angst is like how nick is gonna go down in history for playing gay royals. it's not their fault their angst fics just happen to be very memorable, but they actually have a full imdb of other roles.“ 😂😂😂
SO. When, halfway through writing the actor AU, I had a sudden idea for a multi-chapter canon divergence breakup/reconciliation fic… well. The appellation seemed appropriate. It also immediately terrified the RWRB/SC Venn diagrammers 😂
I really do just need to sit down and, like, focus on this one, because it’s by far my longest-languishing WIP. But here’s the start of the pitch: canon divergent from Rio, they start hooking up much earlier, and break up—spectacularly and angrily—a couple of months before Philip’s wedding. Cakegate is no longer antagonism and UST, it’s two very recent very hurt exes having to play the diplomatic bullshit in the public eye while seeing each other for the first time since breaking up.
There’s a prologue in media res that covers cakegate, then we flash back to Rio and see the progression of their relationship (before and after cakegate) from there. Angst with a happy ending, and many delicious things on the way I won’t spoil right now.
As a little treat, have the (heartbreaking!!) end of the prologue:
Later, what Alex will hate himself for the most isn’t the absolute waste of $75,000 worth of dessert. It won’t be the heartbroken look on Martha’s face, or the disappointed expression on his mom’s when he gets home, or the diplomatic shitstorm the whole thing threatens to kick off.
No, what Alex will hate himself for the most is that when they fall to the floor, Henry’s hands find their way to Alex’s hips, gripping tight enough that his fingers will probably leave bruises later—and just for a moment, it feels like coming home.
Hold up, rewind, knock me off of my feet [OnlyFans/Roommates]
I talked about this one here but have a little snippet because I genuinely love this fic. I just keep getting distracted by ooh-shinies
“I think I’m into Henry.”
“Right, no, I got that part somewhere in between hearing how pretty he is when he cries and you waxing rhapsodic about how he has, and I quote, ‘thighs that could crush a watermelon or, like, hang off a pole or something’.”
Alex blinks at her, confused. “What? I didn’t say anything about his thighs.”
“Not today.”
Two words should not be able to be that damning. He does vaguely recall saying that, actually, a few weeks after they moved in together and Alex had come home to find Henry in shorts for the first time.
Which, okay. It’s possible Alex has been ignoring a few signs. Big signs. Twelve foot tall signs that are so neon you kind of have to wonder if they’re radioactive.
listen i’m a simple girl - i see camboy au sequel, i ask for information with w grabby hands
slightly spicy under the cut
A black cock ring and the gold nipple clamps are sitting on the bed when Alex returns to the spare room, glinting innocently on top of deep blue lace briefs he’s never seen before. Alex shivers in anticipation, fingers itching to reach out and trace the pattern on the fabric.
“Get all of that on, nothing else,” Henry says softly. “Then get on the bed so I can check the framing before you go live.”
“H…”
“Go on. You don’t want to be late for your subscribers, do you?”
also @dumbpeachjuice and @kiwiana-writes should see this for screaming purposes
Thank you to @anincompletelist @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes @rockyroadkylers @songliili and @xthelastknownsurvivorx for the tags
*Taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah? Great. Allow me to be somewhat sappy for a moment then.
I started writing in August of this year. As in, I haven't written fic/majorly creatively ever before this, and it's something that I never thought I would do. Until I did. And my goodness... I'm so insanely grateful that I decided to start. Writing has given me so much purpose - It's something I genuinely adore; it makes me incredibly happy that I get to share my words with all of y'all, and the people I've met have been so incredibly lovely. So, without further ado, here's what I've written in 2023! :)
January through July
Nothing, I was just an avid reader
August
Far too Enamored to be Content Now | M | 2k | One Shot
"You've been rather quiet all evening, H," Alex muses, trailing one long finger up the expanse of Henry's neck, higher, higher, high, until it lingers over his bottom lip. Taps it with the pad a few times. "Why don't you use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want then, hmm?"
Alex is expecting Henry's lips to pucker, their typical automatic response to this action. What he is not expecting, however, is the way Henry's lips slightly part before taking his finger slowly into his mouth and sucking, never once breaking eye-contact.
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Henry is bloody starving.
You Came Out of Nowhere (And You Cut through All the Noise) | E | 10.9k | One Shot (with a bonus chapter)
Alex starts to feel worse about how he reacted to the man earlier — he’s usually all bark and no bite, but how is the bartender supposed to know that? Alex can be snarky, but he’s never cruel.
Allowing his lips to quirk up into a small smile, he replies “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, really.”
“Well,” he says with a smirk, “in the event that you are lying to me simply to placate our earlier interaction, my shift ends in 15 minutes. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to stick around to chat with a perfect stranger?”
Alex’s brain stutters for a moment at his facade being so transparent that it's all he can do to stutter out a “Yeah—um, yeah. Okay, sure.” Maybe he also gets stuck on the words perfect stranger, and the immediate thought of mmmm, perfect indeed that pops up in his brain as a result. He chooses to ignore that as well.
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Or, Alex is feeling insecure after a bad date - Henry shows him that he doesn't have to be
September
All of This Silence and Patience (Pining and Anticipation) | T | 5.1k | One Shot
“I didn’t know that you were—” he cuts himself off, sliding a hand over his face. “I, um. Shit, sorry. I just meant, uh… Christ—”
Alex saves Henry some breath by cutting him off. “Bi? Sure am.”
“Since when?” Is Henry’s only response. Apparently, being in dangerously close proximity to pretty boys makes him a bit dim. Whatever. He’ll have time to reflect on this and feel utterly mortified later.
Alex does the following in slow succession: smirks, cocks an eyebrow, looks Henry up and down once, and shrugs a shoulder. “I dunno. Suppose that’s a bit hard to pin down, sweetheart.”
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Or, Alex (flirty) and Henry (flustered) are both hiding in a closet at a party for different reasons
Baby, You're Gonna Lose Your Own Game | E | 4k | One Shot
Alex thinks he understands why people get stupid, impulsive tattoos like their ex’s name now if the sudden urge to etch the word darling onto his hip in permanent ink is anything to go by.
So, yeah, Alex supposes. Henry may still be maddening, but his mouth? His voice? Maybe it was always hot, actually, and the irritation he previously felt was just thinly veiled complete and utter attraction. That would check out. Hate has always been a multifaceted word, after all.
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Or, Alex decides that he wants to fuck the British out of Henry while watching him speak at a gala
October
King of My Heart | E | 8.5k | One Shot
Alex, as always, is utterly captivating.
He accepts his crown with grace and a crooked grin; it’s a duality that only he can pull off. Alex’s megawatt smile is brighter than the hundreds of multicolored shards of light reflecting off the mirrorball in the center of the room. Henry knows that Alex looks good on stage, he knows that Alex knows that he looks good on stage, and apparently, everyone else knows it as well. Henry thinks he sees a girl faint at the sight out of the corner of his eye.
And yet, no one knows about Alex and him. Everyone in the crowd wants Alex, but it’s a losing battle — Henry already won that fight a couple of weeks ago.
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Or, When Alex wins Prom King, Henry sneaks him away for a moment alone and realizes that his feelings may run deeper than their clandestine hookups suggest
Help Me Hold On to You | T | 3.2k | One Shot
“I can’t do this all the time, Alex,” Henry huffs out, arms crossed from the opposite end of the couch. “I’ve been more than happy to help, and I’ve been doing so as much as I can, but we need to talk about it. It’s been…a lot for me.”
Too much. Henry doesn’t say it directly, but it’s the undercurrent of his words.
Two words that Alex has heard many times in his life, over and over again until they became permanently pressed into his eyelids like a brand, reminding him of his state of being every time he so much as blinks.
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Or, Henry isn't always able to give Alex the help he needs, which sends Alex into a spiral, but they'll always find a way to work things out together
November
Save a Horse, Ride a Princess | E | 8.6k | One Shot
“I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?”
Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?”
Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.”
Alex nods dumbly. “Right.”
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Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it
December
Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What’s on My Mind) | E | 11.3k | Two Shot
Alex hums, turning around to pull open the freezer drawer. “You want anything?”
But Henry barely registers his question. Not when Alex is slightly bent over, allowing Henry a perfect view of his perfect ass. Each individual ridge of his spine is visible due to his lack of shirt. All of these things combined would normally be a large enough issue in itself to render Henry dumbstruck, except—
Except, that’s not the only thing that Henry’s faced with.
Right there, clear as day: blue lace, delicately peeking out from the waistband of his joggers. Henry’s hand immediately flies up to his cheek. The skin is hot to the touch, and he feels the imprint of where the material once lay like a brand.
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Or, With the help of a white elephant gift, Henry learns that maybe the whole being-in-love-with-his-roommate thing isn’t as one-sided as he thought
Coming Soon
Double shot - my first ever multichap! :) Featuring sexting, falling in love in a coffee shop, and learning a lot about oneself - I'm incredibly excited for this one
Walk and Talk - a long one shot - College AU, irl epistolary, the literal act of walking and talking out of class and getting to know someone - this has been in the works for months
Henry is a painting (untitled) - Magical realism - Alex has a painting of a prince in his bedroom and one day it talks - a series of their conversations at night time in Alex's room, introspection, discussions of mental health, and falling in love
A secret birthday fic for @happiness-of-the-pursuit
A valentines day fic - Magical realism, Henry can see other people's future love lives and sets up shop on campus - Alex visits one day and Henry see's something he's never been able to see in his visions... himself
Coming... Eventually
Soulmate AU, beach at night, 5+1 love confession through non-verbal cues, companion fic to AOTSAP, and more
THANK U SO MUCH TO EVERYONE AGAIN. I genuinely couldn't do this without you. Fic and RWRB and all of y'all mean so fucking much to me. Thank you for an amazing year, and I'm so excited for what's to come
Tagging other ppl and literally anyone whose fics have ever inspired me bc y'all are so important - @kiwiana-writes @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @smc-27 @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged @tintagel-or-cockleshells @iboatedhere @indomitable-love @orchidscript @onward--upward @sparklepocalypse @dumbpeachjuice @dustratcentral @dustratcentral @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy @cultofsappho @cricketnationrise @nocoastposts @myheartalivewrites @matherines and @rmd-writes
fenn love give me the scoop on rifomatt (tumblr au)
aye aye cap'n 🫡
ok soooo i finally finished the chapter outline for rifomatt (this is an acronym if you can't tell kjsdfksjdfh) the other day !!! it'll be 8 chapters plus an epilogue chapter. i was finally able to write yesterday so i'm almost done with chapter 1, so here is a bit of what i wrote 😎
[angsty gay poem by henry]
Jesus Christ, that is depressing—although, this person’s URL does contain ‘depressed,’ so Alex isn’t sure what else he was expecting. He feels drawn to this person’s words, which is weird considering that it’s gay poetry and Alex isn’t gay, probably.
hopefully i can start ch 2 soon and i can share more snippets hehe
Dream a Little Dream Of Me
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by affectionatelyrs
They’re no longer in the garden. There’s no grass, no flowers, no fireflies. Only stars—hundreds upon hundreds of them in an otherwise vast sea of darkness, dazzling and twinkling and here.
“How—”
“They came here for you,” Alex says, his voice light. “It’s what you desired. So, I asked them to come and shine. Just for you.”
“But won’t the world need them?”
Alex shrugs and simply says, “You need them more.”
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Or, Five times Alex visits Henry in his dreams during his dark days, and one time he does so in the real world (and stays)
Words: 9435, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Magical Realism, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Growing Up Together, Ethereal!Alex, Canon-Typical Homophobia, Grief/Mourning, Coming Out, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Needs a Hug, And Alex gives him one, 5+1 Things, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Discussions of Love, Love Confessions, Dreamscapes, Magical Law Breaking, Alex would do anything for Henry
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January 10, 2024 at 02:23PM
12. [Henry/Alex/Liam/Spencer] - for the ask game i'm holding out my hands
Bwahahaha. I posted the opener of this for six sentence Sunday this week; this fic is for Threesgiving and it’s going to cross through all four POVs. It’s also genuinely arguable whether it’s a threesome or a foursome, and that’s all I’ll say on that for now 😉 Have a little snippet that made me laugh to write:
Liam reaches forward, wrapping a hand around Alex’s cock.
“Well,” Alex quips before he can stop himself, “this is kind of familiar.”
Alex hums in agreement, leaning his head against Henry's bicep. "Have kids, they said. It's a joy and a blessing, they said. No one mentioned the part where your kid will draw on your walls in sharpie because you left them alone for two minutes."
"I can only assume that's your influence coming out in her."
[Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and I’ll write you the next five.]
for the ask game - 17 + 2 + 12 (i know u got me for this one)
Yeah... this got a little spicy. Almost spicy. Pre-spicy.
band!au + enemies to lovers + “is that the best you can do?”
Alex is thrumming with anger by the time he steps off the stage, the roar of the crowd in his ears and an itching under his skin that he can't shake. Fucking Henry.
"You're such an asshole," Alex says, rounding on him the second the door to their shared dressing room is closed. "You're not the star, we're not your fucking backup, so quit showing off on stage!"
"People come to see us wanting a show," Henry replies coolly. "If you're not capable of providing one, I'm more than happy to fill the gap."
"Fuck you." Before he realises what he's doing he shoves Henry back into the wall, forearm pressed against Henry's clavicle to keep him in place. "Just shut the fuck up, Henry, I'm not kidding."
"Come on, darling. Is that the best you can do?" Henry grins, eyes flashing dangerously dark, and something hooks Alex's stomach and yanks it into his throat.
Alex presses their mouths together. It's not a kiss; it's something hard and furious, all teeth and tongue and blazing hatred. Henry breaks the kiss, slipping out of Alex's grip as he sinks to his knees.
"Shut me up, Alex," he smirks, unzipping Alex's jeans.
