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mulderscully · 1 day
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ALEX + looking at Henry [companion to this]
Because you're it, okay? I'm never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you.
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marz-rm · 12 hours
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summer vibes with the boys ☀️
no watermark and nsfw drawings only on patreon
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sunflowerhythm · 3 days
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rewatch the whole panel can't get over his listening face his smiling face him talking about the things he loves and everything ....
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maxbegone · 2 days
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(in/sp.)
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ninzied · 1 day
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they fight. brownstone era. for @dreamsinthewitchouse. ~1k.
It starts out so small that Henry hardly realizes what it’s become until it’s too late. He doesn’t mean to sigh when Alex gets home and sets his things down at the table, next to the dinner Henry’s spent hours making only to then watch grow cold. But then Alex’s apology—which Henry is certain he means but rather wishes hadn’t been needed to start with—feels just sharp enough that Henry is hurt by it, and the hurt comes out all wrong.
It comes out angry, and maybe a little bit selfish, and Alex is stretched thin as it is, Henry knows this, yet once he’s made it about himself it’s like a disease and he can’t seem to stop it from spreading.
And then he hears Alex say that he can take the couch, and Henry goes so still it’s as if Alex just dealt him a physical blow. They’re fighting, he realizes. It’s one dinner, which Alex hadn’t even known he was missing, and now it’s come to them sleeping apart because Henry’s little feelings got wounded?
“No,” says Henry. “Absolutely not.”
Alex rubs tiredly at his eyes. “Are we really going to fight about this, too?”
“No,” says Henry hotly, “because this part is not up for discussion. You’re the one with exams tomorrow, so I’ll be taking the couch tonight, thanks.”
“Hen,” Alex starts, but Henry walks past him into the kitchen. He’s hanging on by a death grip to his very last shred of dignity when all he wants to do is let go.
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His cloudy mood dissipates halfway through doing the dishes. Still, it takes with it more than just anger, draining him totally, leaving him not so much clear-headed as feeling like he’s all hollowed out.
Henry knows he’ll get no sleep tonight.
It’s not the couch itself, of course; it’s that even after all this time, sleep still doesn’t come easily without Alex there beside him. It’s David worrying at Henry’s feet, making distressed little snuffling sounds. It’s that no matter how small the fight, or how infrequently they do it, each time it never fails to awaken in Henry all the old fears that Alex will leave him. That Alex will finally decide he’s had enough of—well, all of this. All of Henry.
He tries not to think it too often. It’s not fair to Alex, and to the beautiful life that they’ve built together, but when 3AM comes and the semi-delirium of no sleep sets in, those fears are harder to write off as not real.
He wants nothing more than to go to Alex. To hold him and tell him how sorry he is, that he’s asked for more than he has any right to. That loving someone like Henry is neither simple nor easy, he knows, and he wants to be better, he will be better, for Alex. But that would be letting his fears speak for him, saying he’s less than, that the broken things in him are simply not meant to be loved.
Henry can do better than that. Alex would never stand for such talk, and perhaps more importantly, Henry will not stand for it either.
He tosses and turns, and lets the fears have their moment, looming large there in the dark. And then he gathers a blanket around his shoulders and heads up the stairs.
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The light is still on in their bedroom. Henry can hear the flip of a page, the faint scratch of a pen from behind the door. He closes his eyes and pictures Alex at their desk, a hand through his hair, his forehead creased in concentration. Henry’s soothed by the routine of it, the familiar touches of a life with a person he knows so well and loves more than it should be possible to love another person but isn’t.
And he owes it to Alex, to let Alex love him back the same way.
Henry tucks himself in right there in the hallway, content just to know that Alex is there, and to not demand anything more of him than that. The fears retreat to their shadows once more, back to a smaller haunting—always there, a part of Henry, but a part that he knows Alex loves, just as fiercely as the rest of him, always.
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He’s not certain how long he’s dozed for, but the next thing he knows is the feel of Alex’s lips on his brow. The soft way he murmurs, “Baby. Scoot over. David, you too. How long have you been here? Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“Mm.” Henry cracks a bleary eye open as Alex drapes something heavy around them. His arms encircle Henry next, and it’s hard to think of a reason to move now that it feels like they’re both where they should be. David noses his way beneath the covers, shifting down to curl at their feet. “Love, are these our bed linens?”
“Yeah,” says Alex, nuzzling into Henry’s neck. That one simple touch is enough to make Henry’s entire chest ache with relief. “Was going to sneak onto the couch next to you. This works too though. Fuck, I missed you.”
“We shouldn’t stay on the floor,” Henry tells him, burrowing closer, breathing him in. His words are half-muffled against Alex’s chest. “You need rest, in an actual bed. You’ve worked hard and you deserve the world to show for it.”
“Don’t need any of that,” says Alex. “Just you. I will fight you on that part,” he adds when Henry opens his mouth. “I’m so pissed at myself that you thought for even a second any of those things could matter to me more than this.”
“No, I’ve been selfish,” frowns Henry. “I’ve been too focused on what I want, and what makes me happy, and—”
“Good,” says Alex. “It’s about fucking time.”
And then he leans in and kisses Henry like it’s everything Alex wants too, Henry defending himself, Henry fighting for what he wants and deserves. Henry, knowing he’s loved, and loved, for all that he is and never for a single thing less than that.
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cha-melodius · 3 days
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Spy boys for the fic "So Close to Something Better Left Unknown"
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almightaylor · 14 hours
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Every time nick and taylor breathes a new ship of their characters gets invented in the rwrb fandom:
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singer henry x actor alex
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mariott
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our fav himbos
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george x tzp as peter?
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patrochilles
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artofobsession · 2 days
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comm based on @sparklepocalypse 's incredible AU fic "If We’re Caught in a Wave (I Will Carry You Over)"
🌊🐙
Uncropped free on SubscribeStar
Or twitter
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zmoknus · 12 hours
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another day, another drawing💕
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fshmgtn · 1 day
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Henry looks like he’s just gonna pick Alex up and take him somewhere safe at the next inconvenience
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4rthurfox · 3 days
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hello tumbly long time no see 🥰
i sorry it’s been so long here’s a spidey2099!acd as an apology :))))
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nocoastposts · 3 days
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There are almost 9k fics for FirstPrince, and a little over 9k total for the fandom! It’s kind of incredible to see these numbers grow so much.
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sunflowerhythm · 1 day
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BMW Taychella 🎡
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lucidpillows · 2 days
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Henry's band just had their breakthrough year and they're heading to Coachella for the first time, as headliners.
Alex has supported this band since the beginning, when they were still making doing covers and filming their busking performances.
Henry's music found Alex at his lowest point, when his dad left him without a word. Henry's songs and lyrics helped Alex get through the tough times, finding solace in the way Henry references Arthur.
Alex has never thought to make himself noticed, but Henry has always looked in the crowd for a certain fan that shows up at every show.
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geonbaeeee · 6 hours
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the FirstPrince mafiaboss!xbikergangleader! nobody asked for cause why not 🥵
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