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piratefalls · 9 months

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new list, new year, (trying out a) new header, new post day. i'm back after a nice little vacation where i got almost zero reading done, so no one is more surprised by the amount of holiday fic here than me.

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No Consequences by AnchoredArchangel

"I sort of came out as bisexual to both Nora and myself when we were watching that fucking snoozefest of a Royal Wedding years ago, and I told her with no hesitation that you were on my list.” Suddenly, Henry looks very present in this previously one-sided conversation, eyes boring into him even if he sounds a little choked as he clarifies, “I was on-” “My No Consequences sex list,” Alex confirms brazenly, “Yeah." Or: During an inadvisable spot of dating years back, Alex and Nora made a game out of making extensive lists of celebrities they could hook up with without it being cheating. One breakup and several years later, Alex meets someone on his list for the very first time at a charity gala and decides it's appropriate to tell him all about it.

Wash a Bad Day Away by stellarmeadow

Alex has a bad day and needs to drown it in a tub.

this year I will fall by railmedaddy

Henry has many regrets in his life, but leaving the ice rink after a literal run in with the potential love of his life without even obtaining his name may be his biggest. With his family visiting for the holidays for the first time and ever-present work deadlines looming, he's too busy to think about how to engineer his own happy ending worthy of the novels he edits. But what if fate has other ideas?

the mountchristen pharma job by coffeecatsme

The alarm blares. Still, the man slides the key again and enters the room. He closes the door behind him, flips the flash drive in his palm. Walks to the room that’s supposed to be empty, the room they made sure was clear before they made their move. Except it’s not. And the man recognizes that head of blonde hair all too well. Henry fucking Fox-Mountchristen. Six years ago, Mountchristen Pharma's reckless actions caused Rafael Luna's death. Alex and June want to make it right, but they're not the only ones.

Take a Trip Into My Garden by @sparklepocalypse

Alex groans. From the sound of things, he’s in no better state than Henry. “Why in the absolute fuck does your family have a fucking Viagra orchid?” (A sex pollen fic that takes place on the grounds of Kensington Palace between the Cornetto scene and the interview blitz.)

you could call me babe for the weekend by weather_stained

It's been three years since Ellen Claremont lost the 2016 Presidential Election, and Alex hasn't seen Prince Henry since the Rio Olympics. When Alex, June, and Nora take a post-finals trip to a Vermont ski resort, Henry and his best friend Pez are the last people they expect to see waiting in line for the chairlift. To Alex's great displeasure, Nora and June end up quite takenwith Pez, and Alex is forced to spend time with Henry. In one weekend, they become closer than he could have ever imagined.

come away with me by rizcriz

Alex closes the door behind himself and turns into his tiny apartment with an exhausted sigh. As he turns to flip the lightswitch, the subtle sound of fabric rustling hits his ears; carefully, he unclips his gun at his waist band, flips the light switch, and turns around, pulling the gun on the intruder. He nearly drops it at the sight of a familiar head of shining blond hair. “What the fuck?” Alex asks, taking a step in, and reaching with his free hand into his holster for the pair of cuffs he knows he clipped in this morning. “Intel said you were in London.” Henry Fox, international thief and conman, tilts his head where he’s sitting in Alex’s favorite armchair. “Honestly, Alex,” he says, waving a hand. “Put the gun away. We both know you’re not going to shoot me.” “Fuck you,” Alex hisses on impulse. “Put your hands up.” -- or Con Man Henry and Interpol Agent Alex

(Dil)Do It Yourself by happinessofthepursuit

“Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.” Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What's on My Mind) by affectionatelyrs

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. - 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

i've forgotten if they're green or they're blue by metacrisis

When the worst snowstorm New York city has had since the Great Blizzard of 1947 snows Alex and Henry into their Brownstone, Alex falls into a bizarre dream and awakens in a world much like his own. Only it seems like he's suddenly five inches shorter, five years younger and why is Henry the only person who can tell? AKA, Movie Alex falls into Bookverse before he and Henry get together.

Ho for the Holidays by @whimsymanaged

“Listen, don’t worry about this,” Henry says quickly, already mentally crafting the passive-aggressive text he’s going to send Pez. “Better luck next year. I’ll just be off—“ “Hold your damn horses.” Alex stops Henry with a fast, surprisingly gentle hand to his wrist. His eyebrows furrow. “What did you put on your questionnaire?” Henry’s ears go hot. “That’s none of your business.” Alex scoffs and leans in closer. “Baby, we matched. It’s safe to say we have at least some interests in common. Be honest—was it because you confessed to having a secret desire to slap me?” Or, Pez organizes an event called Ho for the Holidays, and these two idiots get paired up.

Waiting in the Wings by DracoWillHearAboutThis

Henry had always known he would end up in an arranged marriage. He had not expected, though, to end up in an arranged marriage with Prince Alex Claremont-Diaz, who he'd secretly been in love with for the past fifteen years.

Fill My Stocking by songliili

Alex has spent the past fifteen minutes talking with David about his favourite treats. Not that the dog answered, but Alex was undeterred and kept going, uncaring that Henry had asked him to give him an hour and then he’d join him in hanging up fairy lights and mistletoe everywhere. Very well. If Alex wants Henry’s attention, he'll have it. It's probably not what Alex thought he’d accomplish with his little scheme, but it's a compromise between Henry's needs and Alex's wants, and that's all that can be done. OR: Alex wants some attention and Henry has to get creative.

Here With Me by SatinBirds

When Zahra asks, “Would it make any difference at all if I told you not to see him again?”, it’s the easiest thing for Alex to categorically answer, “No.”

because it's Tuesday by headabovethewater

Right, so, here’s the thing; Alex hasn’t shaved in a while. He’s been so consumed by stress for his exams, his thesis, the post-election work he’s been doing for Ellen… It’s been a bit much for Alex, and while Henry is impressed by the fact that he’s able to keep himself standing and functioning, he has noticed that the scruff on his face has increased. A lot. Oh, Henry has noticed, alright.

i want to mark my skin (it is paper thin) by violetbaudelairequagmire

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subj: Tattoo Reference Attached: 1 file (orionsketch.jpg) Hello, Attached you’ll find a line art drawing of the constellation Orion. The shoulder blade is the intended location. Best, H.J. Fox OR: It's a Tattoo Shop AU!

Can't Buy Me Love by everwitch

Alex is a high end escort. Henry is his wealthiest client. He's also a total asshole, which Alex has zero patience for. He'd never let a client walk all over him like that, not even one with striking features and an air of firm authority that Alex has to keep reminding himself he’s not attracted to. But over time, Alex learns there's more to Henry than fiery insults and cruel dismissal. So much more. Alex is in so much fucking trouble. He should end things with Henry before he gets burned. (He couldn't end things with Henry if he got paid for it.)

He Was Here With Me by absoluteaudacity

Arthur lives: a wishlist

(Door)Dash to the Heart by bleedingballroomfloor

The man looks up when Henry opens the door. "Henry?" Henry clears his throat. "That's me," he manages. "Cool," the man says. "You're making me hungry for breakfast with this order, man. Which is bad for me, because my breakfast is usually just coffee, and there's no way I can drink that this late." "Uh," Henry says. He's pretty sure dashers don't talk this much during orders. "Anyway," the man says, handing the bag of food to Henry, "enjoy your night." Five times Henry gets late-night food from his insanely hot DoorDasher Alex, and one time they get food together at a normal time.

(here's my number) so call me, maybe by villageidiot

"I could go a few days without contact, you know." Henry looks over at Alex, who's splayed across the couch, and places a finger on the page he's reading to keep his place. "I'm…sorry?" "While you're gone, I mean. I could handle a few days of not talking to you." Henry still looks a little baffled. "Is this something you want to do? I'm still unclear on the 'why' here." And so is Alex, honestly. or: five times Alex fails at the whole "go a whole weekend with no contact" thing (and one time Henry does)

the beagle, the ghost and the wardrobe by stutteringpeach

Henry’s new flat comes with one unexpected feature: it’s already inhabited. But not by a human. By a ghost.

Night Class by OrchidScript

Alex how found the simplest solution for all the facts he had been presented. There were plenty of them to make sense of. Alex was taking the path of least resistance, accepting that whatever remained after all was stripped away must be the truth. June could laugh at him for the rest of time if she wanted. He was right. He knew he was right. He had to be right because nothing else on earth or in the universe made sense. Henry Fox — his smarmy, entitled, wealthy, bland, irritating neighbor — was a vampire. Alex knew it. He could prove it.

Piss-up in a brewery by clottedcreamfudge

"I hate this," Alex says, not for the first time, and Henry covers his face with his hands. "Yes," he says, a little muffled, "that's coming across." "It's not, like, personal," Alex clarifies, even though it fucking is. "I just don't really like sleeping with other people. I mean, sleeping in beds with other people. I like having sex-" "Yes, alright," Henry says peevishly, not moving his hands at all. "You needn't extol further on your love of intercourse." "Who the fuck talks like that?"

Sleepless Nights by stripyjumpers

Henry's insomnia has been getting worse. He thinks it's fine, until it all finally catches up to him.

move fast (and keep quiet) by HypnosTherapy

Henry’s smile goes slightly strained at the edges. In his ear, Nora hisses at Alex to walk away. He firmly ignores her. “What brings you here tonight, Foxy?” Henry brushes Alex’s hand off him. “The same thing that brings us all here,” he answers. “Not only a girl’s best friend, after all.” -- Alex is a spy tasked with securing a case of diamonds being auctioned off by black market smugglers. Henry is a rival spy who happens to be tasked with receiving the same case of stones. When Henry wins the auction, Alex has to retrieve his target, no matter the cost.

Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured by myheartalive

“Fox,” he hisses through his teeth. “How about you take the tube tonight? Or go for a nice long walk?” Henry’s stunned. “Excuse me?” “Yep, I will excuse you. Now do us both a favour and find another way to get home.” — OR enemy co-workers Henry and Alex get unwillingly shoved into a cab together (and finally sort their issues out)

the best intentions by smc_27

He sees the flyer when he’s in town picking up the fabric and books June wanted from the market. Once a year. On the prince’s birthday. The chance for his one true love to rescue him from the tower. A cash prize to go along with the prince’s hand in marriage. The title of Prince Consort and a palace of their own. Alex knows himself. He knows how people are with him. He’s made people fall in love with him without even trying for it. He’s had to break hearts since he was 15 and Charlotte Marks told her father she was going to marry Alex. He can get some cloistered prince on board.

A Life, in Names by th0ughts

Macsomething continues to flounder. “I arrived just as someone came out, you see. A woman, with the hot pink jacket? I told her that I’m Roy Maclanahan—” (bingo. Henry knew it was Maclanahan.) “—here for Mr. Claremont-Diaz, I work with him you see. He invited me over, to look through some documents? And she told me that I was in luck, that he was home. “Either way I am so sorry to have disturbed you your hi—Henry. She must’ve been mistaken. I’ll take my leave and return when your husband’s arrived.” Maclanahan is wringing his hands and looks just about a second away from nervously combusting but the entire ordeal has Henry’s face blooming in a smile. _____ Musings of a life, in four surnames.

In my dreams (In your dreams) by lizzie_bennetdarcy

He opens his mouth to tell Alex it's fine, they can stay, when Alex shakes his head. "The room is spinning. That's not fun. Alright, sweetheart, let's go home." He jumps up from the stool, and immediately lists sideways into Henry. "What will it take to get you to carry me home?" "More than you're prepared to give, I'm afraid." Kiss me, marry me, have my children, please. Alex is very drunk, and very affectionate, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Henry to pretend like he isn't completely in love with him.

when he breaks so beautifully by viciouslyqueer

Henry thinks it’s just been a rough day – it certainly wouldn’t be the first time – but he only realizes just how wrong he is when his boyfriend actually gets home. Slumped shoulders. Twitching fingers. Red-rimmed eyes glistening with tears. Henry’s heart breaks on sight. — Alex has a rough day at work and asks Henry to be mean to him. Henry praises him instead.

Twenty Seven Batters by politics_and_prose

A ballplayer will refuse to stop playing because they want one more hit, steal, strikeout. One more homerun. One more win. So they get old and they lose their skill and embarrass themselves long after they should have hung up their spikes. If that’s the rule, then Alexander Claremont-Diaz is the exception. Because today, at age 38, Alexander Claremont-Diaz is six outs away from a perfect game.

forever yrs, for evermore by indomitablelove

‘Wake up,’ Henry whispers. Alex turns and squints his eyes open. He looks at the clock. ‘Baby, why the fuck are you waking me up at six am? I’m on vacation.’ ‘I’ve got a surprise, come outside. You can go back to bed after, I promise,’ Henry tells him with a smile. ‘I’ve made you coffee.’ Alex sits up with a squint and a stern, unimpressed look on his face. ‘You better have a fucking good reason for getting me up at sunrise.’ --- or, a lake house proposal fic

Aged Like a Fine Wine by allmylovesatonce

At a gala for the Okonjo Foundation, Senator Alex Claremont-Diaz runs into Prince Henry of Wales for the first time in two years. Something is different about him, and it's not just the revelations that came out the last time the two saw each other. When they're encouraged to spend more time together, it lights a spark that could send both of their lives into a tailspin. Will Alex resist the temptation or will he find the courage to pursue what he's wanted far longer than he's let himself acknowledge?

All our Sweetest Hours Fly Fastest by AHistoricDistraction

It has been three years since they were outted and Henry and Alex have finally settled into a groove that works well for them, except for the fact that it feels like they're always having to steal time together. Queen Mary constantly coming up with excuses to get Henry out of public events with Alex isn't helping, and Alex is done with it. After a long conference in Tokyo that Henry couldn't attend, Alex's flight home being delayed is the last straw and he calls Henry to say they need to figure out a better way to do this, to which Henry agrees. But fate has other ideas. Alex's flight goes missing somewhere over the Pacific, no trace of it to be found, leaving Henry and Alex's family struggling to not lose hope while unable to do anything.

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#rwrb #rwrb rec list #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfiction #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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twopoppies · 2 years

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If someone told me that we will get Harry singing You're Still The One, I Will Survive, Man I Feel Like A Woman, and Hopelessly Devoted To You ALL IN THE SAME YEAR I would not belive them yet here we are. Like-

Never would I have thought SEVEN YEARS since we last saw them together, that 2022 would be one of the larriest years on record.

Hopelessly devoted to Lou

Harry dresses as Danny Zuko for Harryween, just a few days after Louis reminds us, once again, that he played Danny Zuko in a high school production.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with not one, but three Louis cross-eyed smiley faces.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with a huge Louis cross-eyed smiley face

The peace ring returns and Harry is smug about it.

Harry flies a rainbow flag with Only The Brave on it (after doing a double take and noticing it)

Harry sings Still The One at Coachella (more details on why this is a big deal here)

Harry sang I Will Survive at Coachella (369 weeks after he last sang it on stage)

Harry randomly uses an origami fortune teller as a symbol for his song Love Of My Life. It shows the colors red and black (strongly associated with Louis these days) and blue and green (Larry colors). Louis’ album, Faith in The Future, is set to release November 11th. National origami day.

Harry quotes a song from Leonard Cohen��s album, Anthem, which has the larriest cover art ever.

Louis’ music plays at Harry’s venues before the show

The fish on the Pleasing merch at Coachella have blue eyes/thin upper lip or green eyes/full lips

Harry referenced the poet Richard Lax in his You Are Home promo. Lax has collections of poems with titles like "Love Had a Compass", "The Green Island," "The Blue Boat”, and "Circus of the Sun."

Harry doodles H L on his sneakers while on “vacation” with his beard.

You Are Home coordinates match up to a lot of Louis and Larry locations

Harry seen at Louis’ LA show (more here and here)

Harry has a blue and green moment

The You Are Home website tweets a Ralph Waldo Emerson quote about people destined to meet, 12 years to the day after Harry and Louis’ xfactor auditions.

And just in case you think Harry is the only one obsessed with Larry (like rads do):

Louis mentions Harry being at his show

Louis acknowledges a rainbow flag with a huge picture of the Larry hug on it.

Louis wears a “blue bird” colored shirt

Louis adds I Will Survive to his post show playlist the day before H performs that song at Coachella.

Louis plays Lego House as his exit song twice. The first time the day Harry’s House was announced and Harry’s first Coachella performance (where H also performed Still The One). Then Lego House again on the day Harry’s House was released and Harry performed his ONO in NY.

Louis’ merch colors match Harry’s merch colors

Louis wears Harry’s House colors the day of Harry’s House release

Louis changes his Twitter header to a photo with the Larry hug in the background.

Louis makes a point of going out for sushi right after Harry’s House drops, despite rolling his eyes in the past about the trendiness of sushi.

Despite his theme being red/black/white, Louis changes the arena lights to blue and green and he does it again and again and again and again

Louis acknowledges a larrie in a rainbow TPWK t shirt

Louis acknowledges a fan holding a poster of Harry with a rainbow flag (more confirmation here and here)

Louis acknowledged a fan holding a Sing Walls if Larry is Real sign ( more info here and here).

Louis winks at a fan holding Larry dolls (while singing the “come so far from Princess Park line)

Louis give a thumbs up to a fan holding two photos of him and Harry and points to himself while singing Too Young

Louis’ venue plays Sunflower Vol 6, Kiwi, and Sweet Creature before the show.

Louis acknowledges a fan’s I Can’t Change Tattoo

Louis adds Don’t Stop Believing and Halo to his preshow playlist

Louis acknowledges that Prada released a collection with Larry-inspired tattoos by joining a Prada Twitter space the day of the launch.

Louis uses green lights during OTB for the first time, the night Harry launches the You Are Home campaign. Not just for a moment, but during the whole song

I’m sure this isn’t everything they did this year, but it’s a lot. And some of it may be coincidence or a reach, but all of it? I really doubt it.

#2022 larry moments #2022 Larry masterpost

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skywardsister · 1 year

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Mario Fanfic- Your King is in Another Castle

After seeing the Mario movie, I wondered- what would happen if Bowser went missing instead of Peach or Mario, Luigi and Toad like in Super Princess Peach? The characters are property of Nintendo, the story is mine (please don’t use my work without my permission- thanks!)

One average, unremarkable afternoon in the Mushroom Kingdom, Princess Peach called an impromptu meeting with her most trusted advisors and her most capable guards after some unexpected guests arrived at the castle. On a normal day, such guests would arrive as intruders intent on harm; this was not the case that afternoon, peculiarly enough.

“It’s just horrible,” Kamek explained to the princess while Bowser Jr. clung tightly to his robes, trembling. “His Nastiness King Bowser was invited to a neighboring kingdom for a royals-only event two weeks ago, but he just never returned!”

“Sounds like an extended vacation if you ask me,” one armed toad suggested with a shrug. “What’s the big deal?”

“He doesn’t fancy formal occasions, nor is he the… hospitable type. He wouldn’t entertain them with his audience for so long,” the magikoopa wrung his hands together. “He should’ve been back by now! The kingdom is in more shambles than usual without him, and I can’t help but suspect nefarious intentions.”

“I want my daddy,” Bowser Jr. simply sniffled beside the wizard.

Princess Peach cast a sympathetic look towards the whimpering boy but her people weren’t as eager to hear them out. A few toads around the meeting table murmured to one another about throwing a grand celebration; Bowser had always posed a looming threat to their way of life, so this news was more of a pleasant surprise than anything.

“And how should we know if this isn’t some ruse to kidnap Her Majesty or stage an invasion here?” One toad with blue spots asked, his skeptical gaze magnified behind a pair of circular glasses much like Kamek’s.

“To commit treachery in a time of crisis would be lunacy,” Kamek scowled back at the toad. “Not to mention, King Bowser would never craft a plot that would make him look weak or helpless- his ego is far too great! Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to hold everything together.” At that, the wizard patted his ward’s hand.

By now, most of the toads sitting around the room seemed to shift to listening more intently to their tale of woe. Already, Peach sat with a changing expression that meant she was considering the circumstances and what to do next. She sighed and crossed her arms. Sure Bowser’s kingdom boasted a colorful variety of underlings, but based on their history with Mario, none of them would be remotely capable of retrieving their leader.

“If we help you, I must have your word that my people and I will be left alone from now on,” the princess stated firmly, fixing the wizard and koopaling with an unwavering glare.

“Oh yes,” Kamek began bowing excessively to the princess, his hood flopping and his glasses sliding down his nose from the motion. “Rest assured, we won’t forget your assistance once this is all over.” He pushed his glasses back up and gave Peach a kooky grin.

As if on cue, the sound of light footsteps padding their way in announced Toadette’s presence. The pink toad ferried a letter straight to the princess, passing Kamek and Bowser Jr. with a brief glance.

“This just came in, Your Highness,” Toadette held up the mail for the princess to take. Accepting the letter, it was clear that this was no ordinary message; a melted wax seal with a strange, unfamiliar insignia enclosed the envelope on the back. The wax itself almost shimmered under the light. Peach wasted no time opening it and unfolding the paper within. The same crest decorated the header and preceded cursive script that made her eyes widen; she shared a look with Toadette, who had been scanning the words as well.

“That looks just like the letter King Bowser received before he left,” Kamek pointed at the paper. He leapt up suddenly, the realization striking him. “Oh!”

“This is perfect,” Princess Peach smiled, looking up from the letter. “They’ve practically invited me to search for him. And look,” she tapped the bottom of the page with her finger. “It says I may bring a plus-one.” She rested a hand on her attendant’s shoulder, her grin never wavering. “Would you come with me?”

“Me? Wouldn’t you rather someone like Mario accompany you?” Toadette stammered, flustered. Peach shook her head and laid the letter on the table. In an extravagant event held for nobility, a lady-in-waiting like Toadette would blend in whereas Mario would stand out too much for his own good; it would jeopardize the mission at hand. Toadette wasn’t incapable either, having rescued the princess from Bowser’s clutches once. In their absence, Mario and Luigi could supervise the kingdom for them. Upon being reminded of the facts, the toad girl cautiously agreed.

Once it was decided, the meeting dispersed so the princess and her attendant could pack any necessities they could think of that would serve their adventure well- Toadette loaded a backpack with the letter folded neatly, travel snacks in case their journey lasted longer than anticipated, and a few personal items for each of them. This wasn’t a trip worthy of suitcases; if all went accordingly, their stay wouldn’t be long. As soon as they were ready, the princess and her trusty attendant set off towards unfamiliar lands.

#fanfic #fanfiction #mario #Super Mario #princess peach #toadette #Toad Mario #mario toad #bowser #kamek #bowser jr

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taylor swift x emily henry books layouts

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literaredits · 3 years

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people we meet on vacation (alexpoppy) headers. like or reblog if you save/use it. don’t repost.

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vaughnedits · 3 years

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People We Meet On Vacation headers.

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poppyalex headers

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People We Meet On Vocation by Emily Henry part I

Meet Alex Nilsen and Poppy Wright <3

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Hate Me Some More (5/5) - Jamie Campbell Bower

This series is now complete! Last part, here we go. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Jamie and the reader find themselves forced to walk the red carpet, days after his confession. A confession she hadn't replied to, at least no at first.

Warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, blowjob, love confessions

Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x fem!costar!reader (2k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“There’s Hollywood’s favourite couple!” The reporter excitedly spoke into the camera as Jamie and (y/n) approached her. Both were wearing smiles on their lips, while holding hands, and if one didn’t know the two personally, they wouldn’t be able to tell how fake their smiles were.

“Jamie, (y/n), it’s so good to see you two! Are you excited for tonight?” She had never been a fan of movie premieres, at least not those that were this popular and big, too many people surrounded her, people that were ready to document her every mistake. (Y/n) felt anxious, forced to cling to Jamie like a child seeking its mothers closeness.

“We definitely are, aren’t we, darling? It’s always exciting to see friends act in movies.” Jamie took the lead, tightening his grip on her waist as he pulled her closer, lips meeting (y/n)’s hairline to press a small kiss to her scalp. She barely spared his words a thought, still focused on the very evening that happened days ago, the words he had spoken and the massive wave of confusion that had rolled upon her.

While Jamie had proclaimed his love for (y/n), she had turned away from him with tears glistening in her eyes, begging him to drive them back home. Perhaps it had been her anxiety whispering to her, making her believe that he was only set on toying with her heart. Perhaps it had been her uncertainty about her own feelings, unsure if she was ready to stumble into another relationship that could end in a big public mess.

But the heartbroken expression that had tugged on Jamie’s lips, after she had spoken her words, had ripped her heart right out of her chest. And yet he had been lovely to her, making sure that she felt comfortable, while growing the distance between them, not wanting to overstep yet again.

Ever since that moment, (y/n) had tried to row back, though without finding the right words to speak. God, she wanted him, wanted him more then Eve had been lusting after the forbidden fruit, wanted him more than Holofernes had wanted Judith. Yet, Jamie hadn’t given her the chance to speak to him again, distancing himself from (y/n) before she could break his heart once again.

“Well, then I hope you guys will enjoy the movie!” With another smile tugging on their lips, (y/n) and Jamie made their way further down the red carpet, deeply exhaling in relief as they stepped into the theatre. The moment the cameras were no longer focused on the two, Jamie let go of her hand, murmuring a small “excuse me” as he disappeared from her sight.

(Y/n) wanted to reach for him, to cling to his hands and speak the words burning on her tongue like the fire that had burned Troy to its ground. But yet she didn’t move, kept standing still, feeling more out of place than all those weeks ago.

Both had been boarding the plane this very morning, making their way across the pond to join this movie festival. And while their management had planned every part of this so-called vacation, neither Jamie nor (y/n) had taken into consideration that they’d have to spend even more time with one another than back home.

Slowly (y/n) followed the crowd of celebrities into the movie room, carefully making her way to her seat, where Jamie was already placed. He was speaking to a woman she had never seen before, laughing at whatever the woman had just spoken, oblivious to (y/n)’s burning stare. She didn’t speak a word as she sunk down in her chair, didn’t speak a word as Jamie momentarily looked at her.

(Y/n) prayed for the ground to open up, to swallow her whole to put an end to her misery. A misery she pushed herself into, no one else to blame but herself. Tears glistened in her eyes, tears of frustration, tears of confusion and tears of anger. Anger directed at herself.

All through the screening, she had tried to catch his gaze, needing to feel him close, but Jamie didn’t give in to her advances, keeping his eyes directed onto the screen. Perhaps it was better that way, perhaps they didn’t belong together after all.

“You can go shower first.” Jamie murmured, eyes focused on his phone. Both had just stepped into their hotel room, bodies burning in exhaustion. (Y/n) didn’t move, didn’t dare move away from him as if she was scared he’d evaporate into thin air and disappear right in front of her eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Jamie repeated her name, phone long forgotten as he moved closer, cupping her warm cheek. Only now did he seem to notice the tears welling up in her eyes, only now did he truly seem to notice that she was choking on her words.

“I,” a deep drag of air was inhaled into her burning lungs, eyes struggling to keep focusing on his now blurred frame. “I am so sorry, god, Jamie. I love you so much, but I am so scared.”

Silence. Nothing but silence. A brooding silence that could remind one of the crackling air before a thunderstorm was about to hit, a silence one would only stumble upon at a graveyard. Jamie’s eyes wandered over her features, the eyes that twinkled thanks to her lingering tears, the lower lip that was slightly bleeding because she had buried her teeth in it.

“Go, take a shower, we’ll talk later.” (Y/n) only shook her head, murmuring his name, not wanting to give Jamie the chance to move away.

“No, I need to make this right, that’s the least you deserve. I was scared that you were just teasing me, I didn’t want to end up with a broken heart all over again. But, I’d do it for you, would give into any heartbreak if it meant ending up with you. I love you, Jamie, more than anything.” He pulled her in for a breathless kiss, pushing her as close as possible. Jamie’s hands wandered down her sides, slowly undoing her dress, while (y/n)’s hands found their way around his neck.

Both moved towards the big bed, Jamie helped her out of her dress before he shrugged out of his suit, gasping in surprise as (y/n) gave him a push back. With Jamie’s back pressed against the mattress, she found the chance to sink to her knees between his outstretched thighs. Her hands wandered up his legs, eyes not breaking their contact once; not as she reached his clothed erection, palming him through the fabric; not as she pulled his boxers down his legs, freeing his hardening cock.

It felt like an apologetic act, having to make things right, and yet (y/n) couldn’t wish for a better position to end up in. She spat into her palm before she wrapped her fingers around him, slowly pumping his cock, allowing Jamie to adjust to the sensation. Soft moans guided her like a siren singing a sailor ashore, begging (y/n) to pick up the pace of her movements.

Her mouth found the tip of his cock, red and bearded in pearly drops of precum. His taste lingered on her tongue, etching itself into the strong muscle, a taste she’d never forget, (y/n) was certain of it. Jamie’s loud moans vibrated through her body, buzzing through every vein like poison stretching itself through her system.

His ringed hand reached for her scalp, supporting the bobbing movement of her head as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge. He twitched in her mouth, begging her to add more pressure to her touch, a silent begging she instantly followed. (Y/n) tighten her grip around him, pumping the parts her mouth couldn’t reach, gagging whenever he jerked his hips, not able to hold back.

“Fuck, your mouth’s so sinful.” Jamie murmured his words, interrupted by yet another moan rumbling through him. “But, fuck, need you to stop, I want to cum inside of you, darling.”

The words shot shudders down her spine, clit pulsing in need for Jamie and his touch. He pulled her into his lap, clothed core rubbing against his erection. Both moaned in unison as their bodies met, chasing the closeness this intimate moment offered. Jamie’s hand found her throat before he flipped them around, pinning her to the mattress like a hunter about to snap their prey’s neck.

“You’re mine, forever mine, I’ll never let you go.” It was a silent promise spoken in a heated moment, though a promise that etched itself into both their souls. A promise they’ll cling to. A promise they’ll remember in the depth of the night.

“Forever yours, fuck, I need you, Jamie.” (Y/n)’s moans clawed through her without any shame lingering in her system, guiding him closer. His lips found hers once again as he helped her out of her bra and soaked panties, exposing her naked body to his hungry eyes. Cold fingers teased her bundle of nerves, he circled her clit a few times before he brushed two digits through her slit, collecting drops of her arousal.

“Gonna fuck you now, and then I’ll fuck you in the shower, and then on the balcony.” Jamie murmured his words as he studied her for a moment, painting pictures in his mind that were even darker than his words. A moan bubbled out of her at his words, hoping that he’d keep his promises.

Jamie aligned himself with her heat and with one last kiss pressed to her lips he pushed into her. Her walls eagerly clamped down on his cock, relieved to feel him stretching her once again, a feeling (y/n) found herself addicted to. Two of his fingers parted her lips, pressing down on her tongue, forcing her to suck on them.

He didn’t hold back, fucked her raw as if he was set on reminding (y/n) what he could offer her, if she’d let him. An offer she took like a greedy woman lusting after gold, gold only Jamie could offer. Both clung to one another, her nails left marks on his shoulders while his rough thrusts left marks on her hips, forever reminded of this very moment.

Hell could open up, demons could call their names, and yet Jamie wouldn’t dare let go of (y/n), wanting to relish in her heat. His cock forced her walls apart with every ferocious thrust, skin slapping against skin, a moment so raw, a moment so real.

There was no need for words, no need to express what both were oh so clearly feeling. Pushed together like magnets, like rafts meeting on the endless seeming ocean. And yet they still had one another, forever linked together.

Her walls had a vice grip on his cock, desperately keeping her close as her orgasm started rocking through her. (Y/n) moaned his name, sound rolling off her tongue. Jamie couldn’t help but admire her, staring down on her as he fucked her through her high, not wanting to let go just yet.

Only as (y/n) seemed to relax underneath him, did Jamie allow himself to cum, imprinting himself on her walls. Both kept close, allowing the moment to pass before they let go of one another. Jamie rolled off her, only to pick her up a moment later, carrying a chuckling (y/n) towards the bathroom, placing her down on the toilet seat.

Warm water began to fill the bathtub, inviting the two in that slowly but surely seemed to realise that their lives would now change. They had promised one another eternity, forever together, no longer forced to hate one another some more, though loving like ancient couples.

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