#lolaland snippet

[welcometololaland]

(i know it's not a wip-day, please don't yell at me, this is just to encourage myself).

The pause on the other end of the line tells Henry that Pez hasn’t revealed his masterplan to Bea. “You left Pez in Rome?”

“Why would I leave him?” Henry asks, perplexed. “He left me. He’s probably on an extravagant yacht in Mallorca, embroiled in a bridge tournament with several incredibly wealthy Spanish women.”

“That’s very specific.”

“But terribly on brand,” Henry insists. “In any case, he didn’t tell me where he was going, only that he wanted me to get out of my comfort zone.”

“Oh, I’ll kill him with my bare hands,” Bea threatens, which Henry hates to admit is incredibly endearing. “He left you alone?”

“Well, not alone..."

“He left you with a stranger?!”

“Sort of,” Henry says quickly. “Although, I must admit that—”

“Are you being held against your will, Henry? Because you should—”

“What? No, Bea, I’m fine.”

“I’ve seen ‘Taken’,” Bea says seriously. “I know how this goes.”

“Bea, I promise you,” Henry repeats. “If Alex is in the human trafficking business, he’s atrocious at his job. He can barely read a train timetable and he doesn’t know a single word of French.”

“Is French really necessary for human trafficking?” Bea asks, apparently still confused. Henry doesn’t blame her, he’s still a little confused by the Alex situation.

“It is if you’re in France.”

“Right,” Bea says, apparently still unconvinced. “I think you better explain.”

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[welcometololaland]

feeling a little down this week so pepping myself back up to write more eurotrip. here's a weekly snippet if you (like me) are surprised to see more words appearing in the google doc.

“I’m not going to make you kiss me if you don’t want to,” Henry points out as he sits up, mirroring Alex’s position. There’s a ridiculous urge to laugh bubbling up in him, but Alex might actually murder him if he gets the giggles.

“But I do want to!”

Henry coughs in an attempt to cover up his poorly disguised snort. “You quite literally just said you didn’t want to anymore.”

“It was hypothetical—”

“Oh,” Henry interrupts. “I understand. You’re stalling.”

“I'm not stalling!”

“Alex, are you…nervous?”

Alex scoffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Have you ever kissed a man before?”

“Yes, but that’s like…not even relevant.”

“Would you like me to show you how I like to be kissed?” Henry asks coyly. He has a lot of questions about why he feels so attracted to Alex acting so petulant, but that’s a future-Henry problem. Perhaps he likes having his sanity tested on some level. He tries to push it to the back of his mind as he reaches out and takes Alex’s hand, coaxing him closer. 

“Now you sound like you’re out to judge my technique,” Alex protests, practically pouting. He doesn’t shrink away though, allowing himself to be pulled into Henry’s orbit.

“I can’t help it if you’re a bad kisser,” Henry teases, watching as Alex’s eyes flash dangerously before dropping to Henry’s lips. Somehow, they’re both gradually leaning closer together.

“You’re the worst,” Alex retorts, which is completely at odds with his actions. “Bet you’re gonna kiss me just so you can make fun of me later.”

“Christ,” Henry breathes, nudging his nose against Alex’s cheek before he feels Alex’s hand cup the back of his neck. “You’re as thick as it gets.”

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[welcometololaland]

just doing my random little eurotrip snippet to keep myself accountable (we're somewhere between 55 and 60k and yet to finish chapter 6/17)

“So, you’re taking photos of me?” Henry asks, apparently perplexed.

“Do you not want me to?”

“No, that’s fine,” Henry replies. “It’s just…why?”

Alex wants to strangle him. “How else am I going to convince everyone that I managed to get you to go on a date with me? You think Nora is just gonna believe that? No way.”

Henry looks a little shocked. “Sorry, what?”

“Nora is a demon sent from the depths of hell to annoy the living shit out of me,” Alex deadpans. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

“I meant the date part,” Henry says weakly, as if he wasn’t the one who fucking came up with the idea of a real date. “Is that what this is?”

“Isn’t that what you said this morning?” Alex practically wails. He’s confused and frustrated and wants to fling himself into the moon.

“Oh,” Henry breathes, chewing his lip in what Alex now recognises as a nervous habit. “I didn’t know you were being serious—”

“Jesus tits, I can’t deal with you,” Alex groans, throwing his hands over his eyes.

“I— I’m sorry?”

When Alex takes his hands away from his face, Henry is giving him a perplexed look. Before he can say anything else which will make Alex want to commit several violent crimes, he says, “I’m going to cool off,” and promptly throws himself overboard.

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SNIPPET - WHEN IN ROME AKA. EUROTRIP (TO BE POSTED 4 OCTOBER)

“This is my atrociously handsome friend, Henry,” Pez proclaims, even though Alex didn’t really need the description because he was fucking born with eyes. He’s vaguely aware that it’s probably strange that his first thought is that Henry is beautiful, but Alex has never had an issue with appreciating good-looking people and he’s very comfortable in his heterosexuality, thank you very much.

Henry gives him a small smile that looks a bit tense around the edges and Alex suddenly feels awkward because he doesn’t offer his hand to shake, picking up his short glass with both hands instead. Alex coughs awkwardly and takes a sip of his Peroni.

“Er, hi,” Henry says, rotating the glass in his hands. Alex wonders why he’s doing that. He imagines that it’s going to make the drink very warm. “I’m sorry,” Henry adds, cringing slightly, “it’s a bit uncomfortable when Pez introduces me like that.”

Pez snorts inelegantly and takes a sip of his own drink. “You think you’d be used to it, Hazza,” he says, waving a hand like Henry is some sort of irritating fly. “I only do it every second time.”

“What’s your other go to?” Alex asks, grateful for the distraction. He can feel a surging nervousness rolling off Henry in waves and wonders what his fucking problem is.

“Diabolical sex god,” Pez replies without a hint of irony, and Henry makes a sound like he’s choking on his tongue. Alex wonders how on earth someone so awkward could be an accomplished lover. Not that he’s thinking about it.

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From Eurotrip (as voted by you)

Henry gets to his feet – infuriatingly elegantly – and stretches his arms above his head. “Thank you,” he says softly, catching Alex’s gaze before he digs his sunglasses case out of his pocket. “I needed that.”

“I was kinda surprised,” Alex admits, fumbling with his backpack to find his own sunglasses, before the train lurches again and he has to lunge for the nearest handrail. “I thought you said sleeping was not really your thing.”

“It's not usually,” Henry says, pushing his sunglasses up his nose before snapping the case closed and throwing it in his bag. “But I barely slept last night.”

“Why?” Alex asks, in a way which is probably quite rude.

Henry shrugs. “A few reasons,” he admits quietly. “I was having difficulty…handling the tension between us.”

“Tension?”

“In the pool.”

Alex finds himself at a crossroads. He could keep talking as if he knows exactly what Henry is referring to, but suddenly he’s unsure whether Henry is alluding to the almost-kiss, or just the tension in general; the awkwardness they spoke about that morning.

“Oh,” he says instead, diverging from his plan to ask about the kiss. “Well, things are not awkward anymore, right?”

“Right,” Henry agrees, although the response sounds weaker than Alex anticipates.

A random passenger to his left catches his gaze and winks. Alex isn’t quite sure how to respond to that.

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[welcometololaland]

Pls don't judge banner, I'm gonna come up with something better for the actual fic!

WIP WORKING WEEK DAY 4: WHEN IN ROME AKA EUROTRIP AKA EUROTRASH. I had to do 49 sentences - unsure how many this is but enjoy! Tagging @rmd-writes and @clottedcreamfudge for interest and noting that the first chapter of this mammoth fic is due to be posted in mid to late September. Also, @athousandrooms VERY KINDLY took a commission to do some art for it, so it's coming together like the RWRB fic of my dreams right now! Avengers, assemble!

Henry is being weird. Alex knows this, despite having met Henry fairly recently. He also knows that they’re both completely aware of the fact that Alex was two seconds away from making out with Henry’s stupidly beautiful face yesterday, before Henry had the audacity to swim away from him.

If there’s one thing that Alex isn’t super fucking great at, it’s dealing with rejection. Instead, he decides to be incredibly immature about it.

The previous morning he had practically dragged Henry out of his twin bed, eager to get going on the Azure trail. This morning, he sulks, pulls the covers over his head and refuses to come out, even when it becomes apparent that Henry has gone on an early morning adventure to the local bakery and the bread smells amazing.

Also, Henry has coffee, which is basically vital for Alex’s survival.

Still, Alex can barely stand the sight of Henry – all stupidly soft, blond hair, pink lips and kind blue eyes – because all it does is remind him of how much he’d love to mess him up. In hindsight, Alex can’t quite believe he ever thought he was straight. It all seems so obvious now.

He eventually emerges from the bed and makes his way downstairs, squinting at the sunshine already streaming through the huge wall-to-ceiling windows. This house is kind of insane – definitely the nicest place Alex envisages staying on this trip – and he feels guilty that his first thought was that he doesn’t feel too bad about making Henry stay in a hostel. Without it, he doubts Henry would ever have seen the inside of anything less than a five star hotel, so it was probably character building. 

He has questions, mostly about who the fuck Henry’s grandmother is and why she loves Brené Brown so much, but he can tell Henry is hesitant to talk about it. Alex counts this as a win for his emotional intelligence – something June has in spades and loves to claim Alex completely missed – and wonders whether the Instagram influencers are right. Perhaps travelling the world does change you.

In any case, it’s not changing Alex’s mind on Henry. He’s irresistible and Alex can’t stand the sight of him.

“Good morning, Alex,” Henry says politely from behind the expansive kitchen counter, looking up from his phone as he puts the piece of bread he’s eating down on the plate in front of him. “Sleep well?”

Alex makes a non committal noise in reply and deposits himself onto a bar stool opposite, reaching out to claim the untouched coffee next to Henry’s right hand.

“Wait,” Henry says abruptly, pulling the coffee back out of Alex’s reach. “You can tell me what’s bothering you first.”

Alex scowls. “It’s fucking early and you’re holding my coffee hostage,” he groans. “I need that.”

Henry raises one perfectly arched eyebrow. Alex spirals about it, then wonders what the fuck is wrong with him. It’s an eyebrow. “Then I suppose you’re lucky I bought you one. Come on. Out with it.”

Alex’s under-caffeinated brain goes through a variety of scenarios in a surprisingly short amount of time. He could be honest – he wants to be honest, wants to know why Henry doesn’t want him – but at the same time, he has another three weeks to kill in Europe and if he makes things awkward now he might be alone for most of them. He likes Henry – way more than he cares to admit to himself – and he doesn’t particularly want to give him up.

“Christ,” Henry breathes, drawing Alex’s attention, and when he looks up, there’s a soft expression on Henry’s face. “You look tortured.”

“I am tortured,” Alex protests, leaning into the sympathy. “I’m severely under-caffeinated and if I don’t get my hands on that coffee in the next—”

“You’re impossible,” Henry says, but even as he rolls his eyes, it looks fond. Alex has to bite his lip to stop himself from grinning. The coffee gets passed over without further interrogation.

[welcometololaland]

(sorry, it's not sunday and there are way more than seven sentences here, so I couldn't even pretend. this is a little play on canon but in europe).

“Did that man just say ‘sweat drop down my balls?’” Henry asks, mouth agape as he stands completely still.  “Hell yeah,” Alex yells back. “But you’re not gonna get sweaty at all if you stand still!” Henry gives him a very forced smile and starts to bob up and down and Alex wants to scream. He knows Henry can do better than this. Such a sexy, sexy man can't be that bad at dancing.

“He really doesn’t dance, does he?” Siobhan giggles in his ear a minute later as she, Fiadh and Saoirse pass them, hands in the air as they dig their way deeper into the throng. Over their heads, he sees Maeve pretending to slap Freya’s ass as she twerks, two hands on her knees.  “He’ll get there!” Alex yells back with renewed confidence. “Come on, Henry, loosen up.” “It’s a bit hard to loosen up when you—” “Three, six, nine, damn you’re fine!” Alex sings, along with sixty other people in the club. Henry looks at him like he’s grown an extra head, which makes Alex wonder what Henry would have done if he’d yelled out the iconic lyrics to Azealia Banks’ '212', which had been playing when they first walked in. In response, Alex pulls him towards the floor. “It’s telling you to get low!” “My knees aren’t eighteen anymore, Alex!” Alex, who has obediently dropped down in accordance with the lyrics, stares up at Henry from dick-height. “Are you saying you wouldn’t get on your knees for me?”

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Current WIP - When in Rome aka. 'Eurotrip'. I'm writing a very ambitious fic about Alex and Henry becoming accidental travelling partners in a month-long trip across the continent. Most recent snippet is here and you can follow the chain of snippets by using #eurotrip snippet on my blog.

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