Rewatching Red White And Royal Blue For Like The 9th Time Rn

Rewatching red white and royal blue for like the 9th time rn…

God it’s so good.

I had a tiring day at school so this was perfect ❤️

Watch red white and royal blue. Love y’all <33

Truth or Dare - RWARB fic

Hi everyone! This meme from @shelovesniallhoran:

[at a party]

nora: i dare you to kiss the next person that walks in here

alex: what? no.

*henry walks in*

alex: fine i’ll do it, rules are rules, you know.

came up on my FYP this morning and I felt inspired to write a fic about it! I tweaked a few details but I think it's true to the prompt! Also I made this really fast so sorry for any grammar errors or bad quality! I'm a little rusty(I haven't really sat down to write a fic in a couple months!)

word count: 974

warnings: slight language

enjoy!! <33

Alex

“Truth or dare?”

Alex grinned at his best friend, Nora Holleran, student at MIT and walking computer. She was sitting in a circle with her closest friends, acquaintances, and connections. There were over a dozen hot young women present, yet all of his sexual energy had channeled into anger and hate toward one specific man present.

Of course his huge-hearted sister, June, just had to invite Alex’s mortal enemy and biggest school competition, Henry Fox. After their not-so-stellar meeting two years ago, Alex had hated the guy. Henry was the only one in the class with a higher grade than him, and they were constantly being compared by their teachers. It didn’t help that the guy was extremely handsome - hell, he looked like he was from a James Bond movie - and the girls in the class had organized themselves into two teams; Team Alex and Team Henry. 

Most of those girls were in attendance tonight. Team Alex(which was obviously superior) clustered around him, sipping from Cokes and braiding each other’s hair. Team Henry(a bunch of boring, bleached-blond white girls - like Henry) were excitedly talking with him, making dramatic gestures with their hands. Henry was listening with that infuriating expression on his face, the disinterested one where his piercing blue eyes wandered. Now, they rested on Alex from a brief moment, and he felt a jolt of electricity. 

Instead of looking away as usual, Henry raised his golden brows as if in a challenge. Alex smirked, and answered his best friend. “Dare, of course.”

The circle whooped. Nora wiggled her black brows and June, head in Nora’s lap, rolled her Diaz eyes. “Be nice, Nora,” she chided, frowning slightly. “He can’t be too messed up for the test on Monday.”

“I’ll be good,” Nora promised, but the evil expression on her face suggested otherwise. She sipped her beer, eyes surveying the room over the rim of the Solo cup. One of the OGs of Team Alex, Rachel, shoved his shoulder playfully. 

“You should dare him to kiss me, Nor!” she piped up, and the room dissolved into laughter and hoots. Rachel fluttered her mascara-clumped lashes at him, and he grinned back. 

“That would not be a bad prank - not at all,” he said, and everyone screamed with delight. Rachel squealed and inched closer to him. Alex looked over the adoring group, eyes landing on Henry briefly. Instead of being annoyed Alex was winning their unspoken lady competition, Henry had a heart stricken expression on his face. Before Alex could do a double take, Henry snapped out of it and the cool look was fixed back on.

“Well, it’s no fun if you want to do it,” Nora argued, bringing him back. “I don’t hate the kissing idea though…hmm, who should kiss Alex?”

Team Alex screamed, thrusting their hands into the air while Team Henry watched with delight. Alex grinned, cocking a brow. “Hmm, Nora…any of these eligible bachelorettes sound great.”

“Nah,” Nora said casually, an evil grin lighting up her face. “That’s no fun. Alex, here’s your dare - kiss your mortal enemy. Kiss Henry.”

Henry

Henry couldn’t believe his ears. It was like Nora was making his happiest dream and nightmare become a reality. He felt his heart start to hammer, then break as Alex’s face paled and twisted in disgust. 

He doesn’t want you, Henry’s devil thought. He never will, he never will…

He had enough sense to fix a mask on his face, trying to mirror Alex’s expression. He forced his mouth into a grimace. 

“What? No way!” Alex squawked, eyes bulging.

Nora shrugged. “Alright, then. Your reputation as the Dare King will be gone.”

“What?”

“This breaks your streak. Either kiss Henry, or become known for your failure.” Nora adjusted her golden earring. “That will mean Henry becomes the new Dare King.”

Alex clenched his jaw. “Fine.” 

Henry couldn’t believe his ears, and he felt his breath come in sharp pants. His every dream, his every hope, was now about to come true. His heart began in double time as the man of his dreams advanced slowly across the circle to him. 

Bathed in the dim light of the living room, Alex could easily be the hottest man alive. His hair was like a model’s, eyelashes that could kill a man, mouth that could bring women to their knees. But his eyes. His damned eyes. They were deeper than a river, a river that Henry drowned in often. 

He finally reached Henry, and Henry subtly breathed in his cinnamon scent. Alex’s voice was pitched low enough it made Henry want to emit some noises as he hissed; “I’m just doing this for the title. Don’t think I like you, or whatever.”

Henry nodded weakly. “Noted,” he coughed, before Alex leaned in. 

It was everything everything everything

Alex’s lips were soft soft soft

Henry swept his hand through his perfect curls curls

Then then then

Alex’s tongue claimed his and his taste filled Henry’s mouth

He couldn’t remember his own name 

And and and…

Ah.

Alex

Alex wasn’t really sure what he was doing. Then again, he couldn’t really think through the haze as he had the best kiss of his life from his mortal enemy, who happened to be a man. All he knew was that Henry’s hair was soft and he was a good fucking kisser. 

All too soon, Henry pulled away. Alex was pleased to see he looked as shaken as he was, hair a mess, mouth a vivid red, panting, eyes wild. Alex couldn’t stop staring at him, but he heard the absence of sound, before screams of disbelief and glee filled the room. 

Just as he pulled Henry’s head down for another kiss - Alex’s hand was on Henry’s neck, after all - he distantly heard Nora chuckle; “I told you so.”, and June’s laugh in return.

Him being happy is everything i ever needed

If Only - RWARB fic!

Happy Wednesday everyone!

Today's fanfiction is for Red, White and Royal Blue since I finished rereading it for the umpteenth time last night. This fic is written about Henry's waltz with June at the royal wedding from Henry's perspective. It's short and sweet, and was written completely all through my Comp Sci class 😅 Enjoy! <33

Warnings: Language, PININGGG

Word Count: 546

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“Your Royal Highness,” the attendant simpered. “Your brother Phillip says you must request Ms. Claremont-Diaz to dance.”

Henry’s stomach dropped. It wasn’t the first time - tonight - that Phillip had forced him into waltzing with a beautiful, random woman, but it was the first time that his brother would unknowingly send Henry to the dogs. June Claremont-Diaz was currently seated with her best friend and brother.

He swallowed and nodded to the attendant, a small red man with an awful hairpiece. He tried not to watch, busysing himself with his flute of champagne, as the man scurried over to June’s table. At the attendant’s nod, Henry took a deep breath and walked over, trying to look gentlemanly. 

Don’t look, don’t look, he chanted in his mind, fixing his eyes on a blushing June. Don’t look, don’t look…

Just a little peek wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it? His devil whispered. 

He turned his head. 

Oh, my fucking God. 

Alex Claremont-Diaz. 

Alex damned Claremont-Diaz. 

The First Son of the United States lounged in his chair, long legs stretched under the table. His skin was a perfect bronze, illuminated under the lights, curls lucious and dark. His lips were full and heart shaped, tempting, taunting. But his eyes. His damned eyes, with such a depth Henry didn’t know was possible, laced with thick black lashes. 

The First Son was easily the most beautiful man the Prince of England had ever seen. 

Henry felt sweat bead under his collar, and he nodded to Alex before he would start hyperventilating. For some reason, Alex clenched his jaw, which only made him hotter, so Henry quickly turned away. He wasn’t aware of what he said to June, and before he knew it they were waltzing on the dance floor. 

June was beautiful, with the same eyes as her brother, long dark hair cascading down her back. Her dress was molded to her body perfectly, and she moved gracefully with him, smiling. If only. If only Henry wasn’t the way he was, and he could love June Claremont-Diaz instead - God knows the tabloids and the world would love it. If only he could tighten his arm around her back and pull her closer, crane his neck down and kiss her lovingly, and they would wed and be in love forever. 

He tried. He tried and tried, all through the dance, to love the First Daughter. But all the while the devil in him was wishing that her brother was in his arms instead. That Henry would tug Alex’s muscular build against his own lean frame and press a kiss into his bed of curls, inhaling Alex’s cinnamon scent. That Alex would look up at him and his dazzling eyes would be filled with love, not bitterness, and his lips would curve upward, displaying his perfect white teeth. He’d lean into Henry’s ear and whisper; “I love you,” and nothing else would matter. Henry would press his mouth to Alex’s, and they would sway together, Henry running his hands through those soft curls all the while. 

If he imagined it, Henry could feel Alex’s muscles against his - but only briefly, before he was pulled back to reality, to June’s lilac scent, to June’s face that was tilted toward him. It’ll never happen, so stop it.

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Thank you for reading! There are so many scenes I've always wanted from Henry's perspective, so this was super fun to write. If there are any scenes you'd like to see this way, send me an ask/comment/reblog!

Thanks for reading! <333

yeah it really does make a whole lot of sense Henry....

Santal 33 - a unisex fragrance that captures a defining image of the spirit of the American West and personal freedom. (x)

Watching the Red White and Royal Blue movie and god it is just so refreshing to have two adult men fall in love and have the stereotypically fairy tale romantic affair like a politically charged hallmark movie

Like absolutely nothing against teen queer coming of age stories, I adore them and they’re so important but it’s just so nice to have adults falling in love, adults with plans and motivations but still figuring things out a little, real actual adults with hobbies and passions and accomplishments, getting to just be queer and in love and they are the main characters within their own lives

And they’re in a rom-com, a full on rom-com with the cheesiness and the drama and the sweet, fluffy romance where everything is resolved in the end and it’s queer. It never shies away from the queerness, they make out, they have sex, they gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, they make silly jokes and get to adore each other

It’s so refreshing, it’s so nice to have this type of story, this story for the adult queers, a comfort film like to Mamma Mia, that’s full of heart and enjoyment and fun, with queerness at the forefront