dear cricketina, i humbly request some magic words ❤️
time stamp - 5:38am
location - anywhere as long as there's a sunrise (some ideas might be: beach, airplane, looking at a picture/video of a sunrise, in a cozy resort suite with the sunrise bathing the room in lovely colours - but you can choose anything you want!)
character - henry fox mountchristen windsor
song - from 'the air that i breathe' by the hollies:
Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired
What more could I ask
There's nothing left to be desired
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes, to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
rating - up to you!!
dearest darling cee. what a FANTASTIC prompt. a banger from top to bottom. full disclosure, i basically wrote this on my lunch break today as an escape from The Horrors(TM), so I hope it's everything you wanted and that you love it as much as i love you 💜🦗
read the rest of the ficlets here
❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙
5:38am, the lakehouse
Alex would never say it, but Henry knows. He knows how close he came to ruining the lakehouse for Alex when Henry left him in the lake. When Henry left him in the bunk beds.
When Henry left him.
It’s Alex’s self-professed second favorite place in the whole world—right below the circle of Henry’s arms on one of his many lists. So this trip, their first trip back after everything hit the fan and somehow came out confetti instead of shit, is possibly the most important trip of Henry’s life.
It’s just them this time. Just him and Alex: basking in the sun like overgrown lizards, playing in the water, filling up the house with the sounds of Alex’s music and the scent of migas in the morning and ribs in the afternoon. It’s the two of them flirting all day and abandoning any kind of civilized schedule for sex all over the property whenever the mood strikes them.
The weather has been kind, no storms or excessive humidity—just one perfect Texas day after another, the sun making Alex glow even more than he usually does. He’s a sight to behold at any hour: lazy mornings when he grins at Henry over his giant mug of coffee, high noon when they retreat to the back deck for some shade on the swing, late afternoon on the lake when the setting sun sparkles off the water and in Alex’s eyes, purple dusks when the only light is from the moon and the fire burning low.
But there’s nothing like the sight of Alex at sunrise.
Alex comes into focus as the light changes from deepest night, the sweat at his hairline highlighted in the weak grey of false dawn. Dust motes dance and swirl amidst Alex’s gasping pleas as the sun peeks over the horizon, washing the underside of clouds in brilliant orange and pinks. The unruly mess of Alex’s brown hair—tousled from hours of moving over and with and under Henry on the bed—looks like strands of burnished copper as the sun climbs steadily higher and burns brightly in the clear blue sky.
Henry collapses—utterly exhausted—next to an equally spent Alex with a contented sigh. Chronic insomnia is usually heinous, especially on their vacation, but occasionally, like tonight, like this morning, he and Alex indulge in the opportunity. Henry kept Alex on the edge—letting him get close a few times and then backing away before finally, finally, giving them both what they wanted and pushing Alex over the edge, following him helplessly right after—the only sounds this morning are the birds and the waves of the lake lapping on the shore. For now, Alex doesn’t need to fill the peaceful silence, and Henry doesn’t need words to bask in the afterglow. It’s still a rare treat, to be together like this with no official obligations pulling either of them away. Eventually, they’ll leave this cocoon of their bed—for sustenance, for another canoeing adventure, for a shower. But for now, all Henry needs is air to breathe.
hello lola, can you pls tell us about something random/unexpected that can be found in your car?
hehe hello cee 💜 love to see you in my inbox!
I mean, the average person would not expect to see the two pairs of 8 inch pleasers that inhabit my car at all times, but i suppose if you know I do pole dancing it seems relatively logical.
aside from that, I have like 2947493 CDs because my car isn't exactly new and still has a CD player and my sister went through a phase of going to the thrift stores and buying me 90s music. Oops! I Did It Again is my favourite.
There’s no fucking way that’s going to fly. Alex can tell she was likely a thing of beauty in her prime, when she was a trainer plane during the Second World War, but now she’s showing both her age and the many years in storage.
“Yeah, man, I don’t know… I mean, the cost alone…”
“Money is no object,” the man says firmly, and fucking hell, Alex should have known: just another rich asshole who wants to show off a restored de Havilland as a status symbol. He probably can’t even fly her properly; there’s no way he’d risk his annoying tousled hair being properly messed up by a leather helmet and an open cockpit.
Still… Alex does love a challenge.
[Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and I’ll write you the next five.]
by celeritas2997
“I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.”
“Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well.
(After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)
Podfic of Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood
by chamel
Words: 20, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Amy Chen (Red White & Royal Blue), Nora Holleran, Zahra Bankston
Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Famous, Therapy, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, henry and alex accidentally go to couples therapy, that's it that's the fic, Getting Together, Conversations, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, by your enemy, Dating, Almost Kiss, First Kiss, Bets & Wagers, Misunderstandings, POV Alex Claremont-Diaz, New York City, Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Podfic
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HELLO FROM ALSO-THE-FUTURE!! ❤️ (but not quite as much 'the future' as you're in the future.)
you're such a badass. so, i'd love to know: if your pets could talk, what do you think they would say about you? 😂
#nice ask day!!
I am the most in the future, it's true.
Lord save me, I have two dogs and three cats; if they could all talk it would be even more of a cacophony of chaos in my house than it already is.
One cat lost her leg a few years ago and one had to have his eye removed at the start of this year, so I very much like to think that they would say thank you for sorting those particular disasters out. (Tripod kitty used to be a real snob and became VERY affectionate after her amputation, so she basically already has said thank you, but you know.) One cat would definitely try to convince us we should let him become an indoor/outdoor cat—he was on a farm before he was with us and he definitely misses his hunter days. The dogs would absolutely whine and nag and complain every time we left the house... oh wait they do that anyway 😂
hi renee! on this lovely nice ask week, i have a question for you!
what's the best gift anyone has ever gotten you and what makes it so good or special?
hi cee! thank you so much for sending this!
my go-to answer for this question is a bracelet I got from a friend in high school. I was obsessed with this band called R5 at that time. they were my first experience with fandom, and I actually made this tumblr account because I wanted to follow them on here. there was merch that I wanted to buy for them online but I didn't have a credit card and I didn't feel comfortable asking my parents to get any of it for me, so I thought I would have to wait until I maybe saw them in concert to get something. but then one day during school before winter break, my friend gave me a present and it was a bracelet from their merch store. I still have the bracelet, and it means the world to me because it made me feel so seen and understood.
i've loved reading your metas, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with us all ❤️
on this lovely nice ask day, i'd love to know: if you were a superhero, who would be your arch nemesis?
(please feel free to share the love and send your own asks to anyone you know/don’t know/would like to know a bit better! #nice ask day)
Firstly, thank you for your kind words!
Secondly, I have no idea who would be my arch nemesis. And I say this because I really don't care what people think of me. It took me a long time to get to this point but now someone will say "hey, this person made this comment about you" and I'm like [insert shrug emoji] because whatever. They do them.
So if I were a superhero I'd be out there, doing my thing, and some reporter would ask me how I felt about this other person and my response would be: "We cannot control how people feel or act, we are only - for the most part - in control of our own feelings and actions.
"None of us are perfect, we all make mistakes. And what marks us out as a person is how we behave in the face of a challenge. Whether that's something we find hard or when we are directly challenged for what we have done. Do we learn and grow? Or do we double down? If we hurt someone what do we do? How do we feel about hurting others with our words and our actions?
"If they have that much of a reaction to me just being out here, living my life and doing my thing, trying to make the world a better place and calling out shit when I see it, if their reaction is to do whatever they're doing instead of examining themselves and their behaviour then I think that says more about them than it does me. And I hope that they find their place and their peace without the need for hurting others along the way."
Today had been particularly vexing; normally it’s enough of a reprieve to follow Henry home and take advantage of Alex’s cooking, but Pez might actually scream if he has to be around so much contentment tonight. He’s so bloody happy that Henry has found his person, has found his passion, has settled into his life – but (and he’ll never tell Henry this as long as he lives) sometimes it’s overwhelming and feels like their life together is being shoved in his face.
So today, he merely claps Henry on the shoulder in farewell, mutes all his socials, and disappears into the crush of people. A quick stop at the hole-in-the-wall Nigerian restaurant he’d discovered three years ago (and subsequently anonymously subsidized their rent) for dinner, and Pez is off again. He spots a second-hand bookstore down a side street; forty minutes later he finds a tiny short story collection that both fits in his coat pocket and that June will adore.
He feels a little more settled when he’s back on the street, but isn’t ready to go home, brain still buzzing. He pauses, deciding which direction to go when he overhears a family talking about how much their ankles hurt after skating earlier. That decides it. He catches the next train towards Manhattan without another thought.
The next bit of time will only come back to him in flashes: getting off the train, passing gawping tourists, waiting for skates, lacing up. The second his skate hits the ice, everything seems to fall away. He weaves seamlessly between the rest of the skaters: a toddler suspended between their parents, giggling in delight – two younger teens clearly on a first date, blushing furiously everytime their hands brush – a couple of ridiculously tall men, big enough to be hockey players, arms wrapped loosely around their waists.
Gliding across the ice, Pez finally feels the grime of this day fall away. Sometimes he just needs to be alone in a crowd.
