#affectionately writes

RWRB | T | 7.2k | One Shot

Tags - AU - Roommates/Housemates, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Summary

“Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?” There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react. “Yeah, um, no problem.” There. Much more normal. He could steal Henry’s job at this rate. “Truth or dare?”

Or, Alex’s world gets flipped on its axis during a game of truth or dare

It's still Wednesday here, and I have WIP that @affectionatelyrs and I have been working furiously on over the past week. If you follow us on the bird app, you might've seen some snippets, but here's something just for here. Stay tuned, this should be coming to screens near you soon :))

Fully epistolary, roommates fic:

A sticky note, left on a bag of dog treats: saw these at the bodega and thought David might like them! A new sticky note, left on a bag of dog treats: Thank you, but David can’t eat these. Do you still have the receipt? Perhaps you can return them so that they’re not a waste of money. A sticky note, left on the side of a kettle: so… they only accepted exchanges, which is what I get for going to some new big-box store instead of the bodega a few blocks down I guess. anyway, here’s to round two: noticed you were out of tea, so I bought you a box of green to save you a trip!! always happy to enable a fellow caffeine addict like myself lol. A new sticky note, left on the box of tea: Unfortunately, green tea makes me rather ill. I import my Earl Grey from England; I don’t trust the American tea industry. A sticky note, attached to the receipt for the tea. sorry to have offended your delicate sensibilities. 

Tags below the cut because I went ham with thanks and tagging lol

Happy Wednesday y'all! :) I'm... so tired. Very tired. So I'm not lingering on here too much today, but thank you so much to @gayrootvegetable @itsmaybitheway @cha-melodius @bigassbowlingballhead @ships-to-sail @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @magicandarchery and @kiwiana-writes for the tags

This is the final snippet that I'll be sharing from the truth or dare fic because I'm posting it TOMORROW so get excited friends

“Truth or dare, H?” “We’re still playing?” Henry says a bit incredulously. “Answer the question. Please.” Alex’s voice cracks on the last word, and something in Henry’s expression does, too. And then— “Dare.” Yes. “I dare you,” Alex whispers, leaning forward to press his palm to Henry’s cheek, letting the other one fall to his shoulder. Henry’s breath hitches, and he slightly leans into Alex’s touch, eyes going wide before fluttering shut for a moment. “To let me kiss you.” Henry’s eyes open, but only halfway. They flit between the hand on his shoulder and Alex’s face, which he’s certain has gone all syrupy and soft around the edges. Alex hopes that Henry can see the earnestness etched across it. Hopes that Henry can tell that this is real to him and not just a part of some dumb game. And then, Henry jokes, “That seems like cheating, love. Usually, the dare is something that the recipient is meant to do, not the other way around,” and Alex knows that they’re going to be just fine. More than fine, even.

Open tag because I'm posting late in the day, but I'm tagging a few people below the cut too

I've returned shawties (for now) so happy WIP Wednesday! :) @happiness-of-the-pursuit and I are posting a fic that we co-wrote tomorrow so, naturally, I have to share a snippet from it today. It's a fully epistolary fic so like... get excited y'all

Thank you @ships-to-sail @magicandarchery @leojfitz @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @wordsofhoneydew @itsmaybitheway @bigassbowlingballhead @firenati0n @leaves-of-laurelin and @xthelastknownsurvivorx for the tags, and everyone else who has been tagging me recently - I'm so sorry for not being very active but I promise that y'alls talent doesn't go unnoticed

A note, the corner tucked under a vase of sunflowers: did you know that you were the first person to ever buy me flowers? anyway, they made my fucking week, and I know that you haven’t been having the best one. so, I thought that maybe they’d help you too. figured that they’d brighten up the apartment at the very least. – a

A note, written on the dry-erase board on the fridge: surprise, sweetheart!! don’t eat all of the cornettos at once (but if you do, make sure it’s in front of me. you get so flushed when you get a brain freeze, and you’re fucking adorable when you blush).

Open tag as usually, but I'm tagging a few people below the cut too

I've gotten so many tags today which means that I've gotten to read so many amazing snippets - thank you @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland @adreamareads @nocoastposts @itsmaybitheway @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @magicandarchery @getmehighonmagic @leaves-of-laurelin and @kiwiana-writes

I'm almost done with the truth or dare fic and like... I'm genuinely so excited to post it. It's been a while since I've posted, and I just really like this fic for some reason. So here's more than seven sentences because I can (and because I accidentally made people think that this fic is angsty last week and it's not)

“So…back to the game, then?” Henry seems to mull this over in his mind before replying, “Sure, why not. I could go for a few more rounds.” Alex doesn’t choke on the sip of his drink he’d been in the process of taking, but it’s a damn close thing. He doesn’t know if Henry knows how dirty that sounded, but Alex sure does. It does nothing to quell his imagination from conjuring up an image of Henry in bed, flushed and panting yet begging for more, that he can go again, that he can take it. That he can take Alex. Fucking… Fuck. “Whose turn was it?” Henry asks while Alex is busy pondering the merits of throwing himself out their fifth-story window and hoping his boner doesn’t take anyone’s eye out on his way down. “Forgive me, but I am a bit tired. Do you think you could take it?” There’s no way that Henry’s not doing this on purpose. He makes words mean things when put in a certain order for a living, for fucks sake. Alex almost quips back depends on how big it is just to see how—or if—Henry would react.

FRIENDS! HAPPY WEDNESDAY! I've been... not very active on here lately. I won't divulge my life troubles to y'all but I miss all of you greatly but I'm back (I think) and better than ever (that might be a lie) to give y'all some content from a fic that I've been PLANNING SINCE SEPTEMBER. It's been languishing as an outline for a while and I finally don't have any excuses to not write it... so here we are

Thank you to @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @firenati0n @wordsofhoneydew @ships-to-sail @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @getmehighonmagic for the tags today! :)

SO WITH THAT BEING SAID... here's a snippet from what I'm for now calling Walk and Talk! :) It's a college AU wherein there's minimal plot just vibes but also not uhhhh Alex and Henry walking out of class together every day and getting to know each other through it all but also Alex is like the literal fucking sun absolute sunshine boy and Henry is so gone it’s not funny (I quite honestly don't know how else to explain this except I consider it to be written in an IRL epistolary style maybe idk stop asking me questions I'm just a girl)

Henry watches the boy maneuver his way through the seats with rapt attention, even after everyone has turned their own back toward the projector screen, which confuses Henry to no end. This boy is much more interesting to watch. Much more beautiful, too—Christ. And then, inexplicably, he plops down into the seat right next to Henry’s, despite there being over a dozen other open ones that wouldn’t require anyone’s personal space to be invaded. Not that Henry particularly minds this, though. He tries to pretend that he isn’t overtly staring by acting as though he is taking very intense, very important notes when he realizes that he doesn’t actually have a pen out, and that his hands are merely hovering over the table while he gazes intensely at a starkly, obviously blank piece of paper. Henry blinks once, twice, before hearing a quiet huff of laughter from beside him. Then, there’s a hot pink pen being slid between his fingers, and Henry has to use his higher-brain powers to make sure he holds onto it, lest it go rolling across the floor and straight into jegging-girl’s coffee spill. Before Henry can get out any words of gratitude, the boy winks at him, whispers, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe,” and then immediately, emphatically shoots his hand up to answer one of the professor’s questions. He does a small, triumphant nod upon getting it right, leaving Henry to wonder when he had any time to pay attention to the material to make such an accomplishment possible.

OPEN TAG but also tagging some lovely people under the cut

*Taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah? Alright

Happy Sunday y'all! :) Sorry I haven't been too active recently (but what's new). Just know that I've been lurking and I adore seeing what everyone has been posting

Thank you so much to @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @firenati0n @myheartalivewrites @magicandarchery

and @kiwiana-writes for the tags today, and @welcometololaland @happiness-of-the-pursuit @sherryvalli @itsmaybitheway

@msmarvelouswinchester @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew @cricketnationrise and @suseagull04 for the various tags this past week

So like, yeah, I should be working on my fic for the rbb, but instead i did a complete 180 and said let's make Alex be in a parasocial relationship that borders on obsession with Prince Henry. And then Rhys was like... can I join? So, surprise, y'all get another co-written fic, but this time it’s... not so fluffy. This snippet made us feel a bit insane, and where's the fun in easing y'all into the discomfort of this fic. That being said, completely understandable if this isn't y'alls cup of tea - no pressure to read/interact if so. Also, there is... ahem... more to this snippet. I said that I wasn't going to ease y'all in, but I'm not going to punch you in the face either

James kind of sucked. Alex had gone out to a bar, met the man on the dancefloor, let him order Alex a vodka soda despite his preference for gin. Let him kiss the taste of his off his lips in the corner stall. Let him trace it down his length after. Alex left minutes later with ten digits crumpled up in his front pocket, where they stayed until he found a bin out front. Went to another bar. Introduced himself to someone lurking in the corner, reserved, with pretty eyes. Just a shade too light, though—a shame, but they’d do just fine. Alex tilted his chin up to get them to look up from the floor, leaned in to get his name, felt disappointment when he told Alex it was Thomas. Then, unmitigated fucking delight when he later revealed that all his friends called him by his last name: George. But he had thin lips, and his stubble was too scratchy. There was an accent he couldn’t place, and it stuck to the inside of his ears, the sound discordant. It made Alex feel fucking weird. So, he went home. Where he now lies in bed, tucked under blue checkered sheets, a Burberry scarf clutched in one hand, the other wrapped tightly around his dick.

Open tag, but tagging a few people below the cut too

Time to celebrate babes. Enjoy a drabble on me! :) Check out the original post here