#tailsbeth

I'm now free from work and free to do as I please. Thanks for the ask, lovely! Hope it's to your liking!

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“Uh, what are we doing?” Alex asks, the words and his mouth slowly skipping against Henry’s lips.

“Well we were baking single-as-shit brownies until you kissed me,” Henry tells him. His eyes that had been previously heavy-lidded with the evening's wine are now round with surprise. And fuck, Henry always goes on about how Alex’s lashes are ridiculous but has Henry even seen his own under a kitchen light at two in the morning, framing a bright riot of dark gold and green. 

Alex is torn between telling Henry just so and correcting him.

True to himself and their brand, he chooses the latter.

“Yeah, no.” Backed up against the corner where Henry bossily put him, he grins. “You kissed me, sweetheart.”

“Excuse me. I did no such thing. You came into my whisking space and insisted on dipping your stupid fingers into my bowl of batter.”

“I was taste testing!”

Henry laughs, color in his high cheeks. “Funny method that, using it to paint my mouth.”

“That’s because you called my fingers stupid. Twice now, by the way.”

“They are stupid,” Henry insists. He sputters out, “They’re stupid and—and egregiously long and your hands are huge—like paws. For what reason?”

“How about the fact that you leaned into me?”

“You’ll notice that your hands are still situated on my waist, Alex. That’s far more damning.”

“Well since you’re so aggravated about their size, maybe I should just—”

With a bite into his bottom lip, Henry’s response catches Alex’s hands before they can abandon him. He shakes his head. “No. Don’t.”

Soft for him and with intent bared, Alex closes the distance between them and wraps Henry up. He nudges Henry’s nose with his own, nuzzles the soft and warm skin just to the side of it. Eyes slid shut, Alex breathes him in for a sweet moment and then asks, “Wanna call it a draw?”

“Guess that’d be alright,” Henry murmurs, conspiring. He scrunches his expression, eyes crinkling. “Just this once.”

“To be absolutely clear,” Alex says, near and low, head dipping. Past curiosity, he then tongues away a swipe of wet fudge cake from where’d he left it, the ticked up corner of Henry’s mouth. 

Henry smiles bigger, gives up more of himself for Alex to taste. It’s delightful and gets Alex’s heart swelling even with the curse attached. “Oh fuck you.”

“Make up your mind, Fox. First, you don’t want to admit to kissing me and now—”

The kiss Alex is given is born with a noise of frustration—ugh, you’re the worst, why do I even—and Henry’s touch possessive around his jaw and neck, palms sticky with god knows what, he’s so fucking awful in a kitchen that’s thoroughly equipped with the best gadgets on the market. Alex may be at risk of salmonella and is definitely going to have to scrub his hair with shampoo and a hot spray before bed but it’s well worth it. Because yes, Henry is awful at everything in the kitchen but this.

He’s endearingly eager, pushy and perfect. Same as he always is. Gasping out of a kiss before diving right back in, his mouth is full of sweets and dirty things. It’s with a raspy hint of teeth and Henry's thumb pressed to the back of Alex’s ear that another kiss weaves greedily. 

The oven beeps, ready for a tray to be slipped in but they pay it no mind, caught up in a wordless agreement to keep going, to try at forever.

thanks so much for the ask, tails! <3

this one will be very easy because I'm a BIG television person. I do like movies, but I just don't get around to watching many because of my weird TV special interest

so! the movies I love

you've got mail (it is very tender and i love it so much)

while you were sleeping (again, it is very VERY tender. It, like you've got mail, is so gentle and is about people finding love after living lonely lives and it's so, so nice)

pride and prejudice 2005 (god it's so GOOD. I love stories of women who are fleshed-out and still sort of sensitive. how do you be genuine and try to present yourself as powerful? how do you grapple with power? how are you perceived?)

the amazing spider-man 1 (i really like andrew garfield and i really like peter & gwen. I also really like stories about people can fly through the air, because this is a dream of mine and I absolutely cannot achieve it)

For Ficlit Fest:

Time: 14:28

Location: the music room at Kensington Palace

Character: June Claremont-Diaz

Song/lyric vibe: I'd scream at the wind but no one would listen (U Deserve - Wasia Project)

My username is the same on Ao3 as here 😊

thank you so much!! the ficlet fest continues to introduce me to absolutely AWESOME music, so thank you for your prompt I am obsessed. enjoy your ficlet feat. angry big sister energy 💜🦗

read all the ficlets from this fest on AO3 here

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

2:28pm, kensington music room

Most of the time, June can put the fact that Henry is an actual honest-to-god prince, fourth in line for the throne, and all-around big deal out of her mind and think of him as her friend, a fellow Austen-enthusiast, and her little brother’s boyfriend. Most of the time, June can set aside the fact that his sister is a literal princess and their brother is going to be king one day. Most of the time, June can look past the notion that Henry’s mom is going to become queen in her lifetime.

Sitting in goddamn Kensington Palace, in one of the best-appointed music rooms June’s ever seen, is not one of those times. 

Thanks for the tag @suseagull5914!

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | sandlewood or lemongrass | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or spiders | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | norse mythology or greek mythology | green or red | flute or guitar | ruby or diamond | butterflies or honeybees | cake or cookies | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | concert or theatre [nope impossible]| london or paris | vincent van gogh or claude monet | petrichor or sea salt | denim or leather | chatter or music | forest or desert | dragons or unicorns | masquerade ball or yuletide party | violence or heartbreak | hugs or kisses | bergamot or lilac

You were gonna get a top three of each, but I wrote out the vast majority of a response and tumblr fucking ATE IT 😭 and I just can’t be fucked writing the whole thing out on mobile again, I’m sorry! So just fics for now, in no particular order:

Top 3 comfort reads: fic

Oxford Days by @myheartalivewrites - I just feel so fucking taken care of by this fic. There can be a tendency to write slut eras in fics with an endgame pairing with this undertone of It Was All Empty Until You Came Along and as an unapologetic slut that just… isn’t something I can connect with, so I love that this fic doesn’t do that. It doesn’t portray monogamy/exclusivity as inherently better/more fulfilling but instead just another option available.

Going Platinum by @cricketnationrise - Sort of similar to the above, actually, I love this fic both for the story it tells and for the tropes it DOESN’T fall into, and in fact I got over my chronic aversion to approaching and potentially annoying people long enough to slide into cricket’s DMs and thank her for the way the story unfolded once it had finished. Can’t wait to be completely normal and not at all unhinged about the sequel.

The Cost of Anything by @clottedcreamfudge - This might be news to ccf now I think about it because while we’ve def talked about my strong positive opinions on many of her fics idk if we’ve actually discussed this one. But oh well! As someone who lost a parental figure — not a bio parent, but the relative who stepped up and filled that role after my bio dad bounced out of the country when I was really young — at seventeen, of course I’ve had the “what I wouldn’t give to have him back” thoughts. This isn’t a “cheers me up on a bad day” comfort read, it’s a “reminds me that everything works out as it’s meant to and we survive and thrive with the cards we’re dealt” comfort read.

OMG sorry I’m a little late to answering this! 

Gosh this is so hard bc there wouldn’t be any remakes without OG and I do love Chris BUT I’m going to have to go with my girl Jo. She’s just on a whole other level of hilarious and I love that we’ve gotten more story with her already with the Penjo/Damien sl (they’re the same right? they need to make this clear). Also she reminds me of an amalgam of a few of my friends I had when I was younger. She’s just so freaking adorable.

Thank you so much!!!