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jelliedink · 4 months
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Ancient Vampire Partner as a Service Top Headcanons
Warnings: Pure smut. Mentions of death, blood, violence. No gender specified, but reader do get periods. Implication of abusive relationship. Author's note: I wrote an extensive introduction to this post, but then I realised that was mostly me rambling. So I decided to get straight (and kinda gay) to the point. Shall we? Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
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Here's my take on how I think the sexual dynamic between a human and their ancient vampire lover would go:
Your ancient vampire partner knew they had to be gentle and careful with you. Much like us when carrying a newborn puppy, they were aware of how easily your bones could break if they got too excited. Since sex for them was now more of an echo from their human days and not a survival need, they were ok with going without sex for long periods of time, perhaps waiting until you were ready to be turned. For now, they thought it was safer to wait.
You, on the other hand, were very much not ok with this. You were human, your body evolved to make happy chemicals from sex. As if that wasn't enough, the main survival strategy of your partner's species was looking hot as fuck to lure humans, getting their thoughts so clouded by lust that they'd ignore the stone cold touch, the sharp fingernails, the bluish hue of their skin and the sharpness of their teeth. Your whole body went crazy just by looking at them.
They knew you couldn't help it. So, whenever you were needy and in the mood, they didn't mind putting you on their lap, back against their chest, and touch you until you've had enough. They loved being able to make you feel good, whispering on your ear while playing with your body: "What do you want to try today?" "Do you want me to get one of our toys?" "Does it feel good like this?" "Is this intensity enough?"
In the days you desperately needed to feel them inside of you, they ignored their own desire while watching you ride them mesmerised, gently guiding your hips up and down while kissing and caressing whatever part of your beautiful, soft and warm body they could reach. God, how pretty you looked with your eyes out of focus, using their body to get off and scratch that itch.
And when you were too tired they gladly took the lead, paying attention to your every reaction, focusing on how to serve you better: "Hold my shoulders tight so I can reach deeper without hurting you, ok?" "Slow and steady, precious, or you'll be tired before we can have the amount of fun you deserve." "Here, it will feel even better if you touch yourself too."
But they were far from being selfless. The moment you got your period they morphed into a feral and self-serving beast, unable to control themselves any more than a hungry lion would if near a trapped deer. This was one of the very few times they could feed off of you and they were not letting all this food go to waste.
You'd get properly cushioned in a comfortable position, a heating pad on your lower belly, your legs on their shoulders and they would lick you clean. Prepare to be there for a while, no amount of begging would make them let you get up until they're finished. Of course you always tried to. Every time this happened, they'd first try to convince you with love and praises, but their tone got increasingly more authoritative and mean until you couldn't recognise your lover anymore. "My baby, you taste so good." "How can you be so good to me, my little angel?" "Can't you hold on just a bit more? Please? For me?" "Oh, you're being tortured with too many orgasms? You poor thing, that sounds so terrible." "Pretty, you're not getting up. Don't think that you have a choice just because I'm trying to be nice." "Maybe if I show you how painful I can make it you'll realise how good you're having it stop being such a whiny ungrateful brat. You want this, my baby? You want me to hurt you? So don't make me hurt you."
In the end they'd kiss your whole weak body and your puffed teary face while begging for your forgiveness. They'd say they don't deserve you, they are a monster, they just don't know how to control themselves when you smell like this and they were so hungry. You'd be pampered: a hot bath, body massage, your favourite food, that thing you've been eyeing for so long but was way too out of your budget.
They'd do just about anything you ask for. Anything but promise not to do it again.
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stardustlixie · 2 months
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hyunjin soft thought
(because I'm sad about his mole fading)
so imagine, hyunjin's little mole under his eye being that feature no one likes about him, but his bestfriend absolutely falling in love with it:
you met him through a friend in college, but you and him developed a strong bond and soon he was your bestfriend. you and him shared moments or trouble, pain and bliss alike.
one odd thing about him: he seemed to always have a small amount of makeup on. you didn't care, you thought he wore it really well.
even if he didn't, you probably wouldn't care, this was hyunjin. the guy who laughed a little too loud for public places and made the best art and danced like a god and had a face sculpted by said gods, the guy who couldn't eat a sandwich without closing his eyes, had the most dramatic reactions to things and had to move half of his face to manage a wink.
this was hyunjin, and you were a little in love with him. maybe not so little.
he didn't like to admit it, but he had a soft spot in his mind just for you, he wouldn't admit how much of his art was about you, how he loved it when you watched him dance, how he would laugh a little too loud at your stupid jokes even if they were unfunny because his laugh made you laugh, how he felt blood rush to his face when he caught you staring at his face in awe, calling him 'the prettiest boy i've ever seen' or how he would worry about his little 'flaws', how you wouldn't find him as pretty if you saw them.
until one day you're at his dorm, he wants you to do his makeup for a party, he wants something other than the coverage he usually goes for, something more expressive, much like your own style.
you tell him to clean and wash off anything already on his face, and he does it without thinking, only realising he's bare faced when he's on his chair, face cupped in your hands as you contemplate what to do with the makeup beside you on his desk.
his face heats up, he can only think of how stupid the mole on his face must look right now. it's not that big of a deal, it's foolish, you're his best friend you're never gonna care about something so insignificant and yet he's contemplating all sorts of stupid things when your voice snaps him out.
"hmm, what style are we going for hyunnie? pretty or sexy?" you ask while turning his face around in your hands, more to mess with him than to survey his features -you already know them well enough.
"i was thinking something like you did when you wore that black outfit for the formal? like the darker eyes with the silver shimmer and-" he is in the middle of his explanation when you see it, the ghost of....?
"hyunnie do you have a mole under your eye?"
"uh.. yes?" he answers hesitant, only for you to fall silent, observing the little beauty mark that has almost faded from what was probably many years of bleaching products and a very consistent makeup and sunscreen regime.
"and you..... never thought of letting it be visible to me? after all we've been through hyunnie?" you started with a grave tone only to end with a laugh.
"so you don't hate it?" he looks at you like a confused ferret.
"no dumbass, i love it! it's so pretty! just like you! oh my cheesecake, the prettiest boy i know........ just became prettier. how?" you poke the little mark on his under eye, fascinated by it like a child by glitter.
"come on, don't joke around" he pouts, face still in your hands, and you physically zoom into him to take a closer look.
"no, prince, you're so pretty i could almost cry." you say, this time with the most sincerity you can manage.
"really?" he looks up at you with so much vulnerability that you almost give in to the strong urge to kiss his pout away.
"i don't really like it. my mom hates it, my ex hated it, people have never liked it. i tried getting rid of it but it never completely vanished. so i covered it instead."
"you tried getting rid of something so beautiful because people don't like it?" you ask him, and he releases a tense breath.
"it's stupid, i know. but-"
"what if I love it?"
"what?"
"will you show it if I said I love it?" you ask him, and he looks at you like you've just broken a little spell that was on him.
"i, think i will"
"that's my hyunnie! it will look so good with the type of makeup you want! can I emphasize it? pretty please?"
he can never bring himself to say no when you look like you might cry if he does.
some dabs of eyeshadow later and after the painstaking process of telling him to keep his eyelids still for a little wing, you tell him to open his eyes.
he's a pretty boy, no doubt, but after you bolden his mole with some eyeliner, he looks the most beautiful you've ever seen him look.
"i love you." is what you say when you're dabbing a dark red onto his lips, catching him off guard.
"what?"
"I love you." this time you say it firmly, without hesitation.
"i don't really mind if you don't reciprocate it, but i love you so much, hyunjin, i-" you feel his soft lips on your own before you can continue, the kiss being a non-verbal confession of his own adoration of you.
"you ruined my lipstick..." is what he says with a sad face when you part, before you begin to reapply it and clean the smudged edges.
"i can't believe you-" you laugh, "no omg i love you too' type of thing?"
"shh, do my makeup" he playfully glares at you. you spend the next minute fixing his lipstick while none of you can contain your grins.
accidental confession? more like fated reveal.
you walked into your pretty bestfriend's dorm and you walked out of your very pretty boyfriend's, with your hands interlinked. your boyfriend with a pretty mole.
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I have voluntarily thrown myself into the horny jail. Therefore I am here to request for a severely hurt villain who shows up at the hero's doorstep nearly passed out. Then villain wakes up a few hours later with hero flirting with them but the villain just does not care because they've been wanting this since forever. And then they have a big ol' make out scene-
“What are you doing?” The villain’s eyes were closed but the smell of hot coffee and cooked bacon wasn’t something they could ignore.
“I made you breakfast,” the hero answered softly and the villain opened their eyes laboriously to find a sleepy hero sitting and yawning on the bed.
“Hotel service?” The villain smiled and closed their eyes again, already exhausted from opening them. Everything hurt, not as bad as yesterday, but every muscle, every bone, every tendon tugged them apart.
God, it was like their whole body wanted to tear at them until there was nothing left.
“Pff, dream on.” The villain looked at them again and to their surprise, the hero laid down next to them, head on their pillows. As their messy hair fell over the bedding, the villain was almost certain an angel was getting comfortable next to them. Something, the villain didn’t know what but something about the hero killed their anxiety. The villain was an anxious person, always had been. Restless and a stranger to peace. However, the hero made them believe in something very close to serenity. “How are you feeling?”
“Drained,” the villain said. They studied the hero’s face as so often. Why them? Always them.
As if the hero was the only language the villain could speak. As if the hero was the answer to everything. As if the hero was the only thing that kept them alive.
Somehow, that was the truth.
“Ugh, poor villain. Thank god I know how to take care of you.” The hero stretched out their arm and let their fingers go over the villain’s cheek. It was impossibly soft. “Always getting in trouble.”
“You’re always there to take care of me, so I’m not worried.” Sometimes, the villain would lose themselves in their anger and anxiousness, smashing things and freaking out like a child. It made them feel weak and they were ashamed of it. But sometimes, they’d think of their hero, would think about how simple they made their life look. That worked. That made everything easier.
“I could take care of you in many different ways,” the hero said suddenly and grinned.
Christ. The villain wanted to forget about the pain. They wanted to forget about last night. But that wasn’t easy when just existing was enough to hurt. When everything had to be considered, when everything was a threat, an attack, a possible enemy.
“Could you?” they asked, sitting up in bed. Apparently, the hero hadn’t quite realised what they’d said. Their eyes widened and just like the villain, they sat up in bed.
“Oh my god, sorry, that was so inappropriate.” All the villain could focus on was the blush and the gentle cracking of the hero’s voice. They were embarrassed and the villain couldn’t help but find it intriguing. “I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t care,” the villain whispered, much too distracted by the hero’s lips. It astonished them how sweet the hero was. How they had stitched the villain’s wounds, made them breakfast. Their soft touches and their kind words…the villain certainly didn’t deserve it and yet, the hero gave it to them.
“What?”
“I don’t care. Get on top.” And then, softly. “Please. Please, sit on my hips.”
For a moment, the hero didn’t move and the villain was truly afraid they’d asked for too much, had demanded without thinking about it. But in the next moment, the hero got up and sat down, looking at their stomach and doing their best not to touch any wounds.
“Are you alright?” the hero asked. They were clearly worried but the villain couldn’t give them a satisfying answer. All they could feel was their heart pumping in their chest as the hero’s hand slipped under their shirt.
“Yes, I’m…actually, I don’t know. I’ve never been this close to dying. I feel like all I do is waste my life.” And I’m trying to ignore the only good thing in it. I’m trying to distance myself from you because that is easier, because it hurts but it hurts more to lose you.
The villain didn’t say that, they were too much of a coward.
“Hey, it’s alright.” The hero put a hand on the villain’s chest, right where their heart was, and the many thoughts liquified, became unimportant and made the villain calm down. “You survived. We can take it easy. Nothing needs to be rushed. All we have to focus on is healing right now, understood?”
The villain nodded.
What if this was it?
What if the hero was their person? What if they were made for each other? And what if the villain continued to avoid them? Would they grow resentful? Would they continue to treat them kindly? Would they turn against each other again?
The villain swallowed. Why on earth did the hero make it so easy to feel loved?
“Can I kiss you?”
“Huh?” The villain looked at them, more than a little shocked.
“You look stressed and every time I touch you, your muscles relax. So, can I please kiss you? I feel like you need to stop thinking for a second.”
“Yes.” The villain didn’t hesitate. “Yes, please do that.”
Please save me from myself.
And the hero did exactly that. They saved them very softly, every day a little more.
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xoalin4-xota-linda · 4 months
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This is my first time ever making a story/geadcannon thingy. I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m still trying to learn how to do it.
Nikto x reader
Nikto never knew how it show love, how to be gentle nor kind.
I mean, how was he supposed to know when he grew up in a shit household, a shit mother, an even shitter father and a shit school.
he hated his childhood, he basically never had one. No warm hugs from his parents, no going shopping with his mother, no Christmas presents. Nothing.
he wasn’t a good kid neither, always getting into fights in school, out of school, at home. Skipping school and often times not coming home for a whole week.
he was only good at one thing in his life, killing and sex. First time he had sex was when he was 16, and he kept going back to that same brothel. So it was obvious he was going to be good at it.
But what was he supposed to do when a cute little thing like you came up to him? Ignore you obviously. But that didn’t work.
you were persistent, following him around base like a lost puppy. God, you were insatiable
how did someone like you even end up in the military? God knows how. You were weak and too kind for your own good.
It annoyed him, any chance you’d get, you would cling to his arm. Staying near to him no matter how many times your other colleagues told you to stay away from him.
It also annoyed him even more when those fucking men would drool over you while you were working out. Oh how much he wanted to punch their faces in until there was nothing but mush left.
You were too kind, too weak and for gods sake, too fucking innocent to realise that those touches and looks those men gave you were far from kind.
He wanted to protect you from their prying eyes, wanted to take you back to Russia and lock you in his house to become his perfect little wife.
You’d look so beautiful there, cooking a meal for him to eat each time he comes back from a mission, just for him to eat you after like he never even touched his food.
He was a disgusting pig for wanting something like you, something so pretty and pure. You were barely in your late twenties! But hey, you were an adult weren’t you?
So it wasn’t that bad. Yeah, it wasn’t that bad that he imagined ruining that pure body of yours with his tainted hands. It wasn’t that bad that he wanted to choke you with his cock. It wasn’t that bad that he wanted to completely ruin you until you were nothing but an obedient little wife for him.
Yeah, it wasn’t that bad.
But what did you expect when you looked at him with those goddamn glossy eyes? You were so- fucking perfect in his eyes. Nothing like him.
He shouldn’t even be looking at you, he was far too tainted to ever be able to touch you. to hold you. To buy you sweet meaningless gifts. To fucking ruin you.
He was disgusted in himself. Disgusted that almost every night he had to fight off the urge to fist his cock while looking at the photo he has of you in your underwear while you were getting changed.
You wouldn’t mind right? You wouldn’t mind that he imagines doing unspeakable things to you? You wouldn’t mind that he has photos of you half naked on his phone that he somehow got without ever asking you?
God he couldn’t help himself, he wanted you, and he wanted you bad. None of the cheap whores at the brothel could ever compare to you. Because each time he was bottomed out in one of them, all he couldn’t think of was you.
He should be ashamed, and he is! But he simply doesn’t care enough to stop. And is too scared to ask you out on a proper date. Not that he even knows how to do one
I mean, why would someone so precious like you want someone like him? Cold, face disfigured beyond recognition, body tainted with too many scars to count. He was ruined
But then again, you were clinging to him like your life depended on it, so who is he to not take advantage of that? He is none but a man after all.
So when you did follow him to his corders one night, he couldn’t help it. If you wanted to follow him asking for his cock like a slut then who was he to deny? You never asked for it, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want it
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You don’t know how it happened honestly, it all went to fast. One minute you were following nikto to his corridors and the next your face was pressed into the pillows with his cock sheathed deep inside your sopping cunt.
He wasn’t gentle with it either, tho he did prep you with his fingers, tho that wasn’t very gentle. But you liked it, of course you did! Who were you to not like anything nikto gave you? What was the point of having you if you didn’t except what he gave you without a problem?
He was big, not overly big but decent enough to stretch you so much it hurt. But god it felt good, maybe you were just a whore. Who knows.
You didn’t even understand half of what he was saying, since he decided to switch his language on you the moment he entered your cunt.
His cock sliding out of your velvet walls, before slamming back in. His hands gripping your hips so fucking hard there is going to be bruises. He didn’t even have the decency to take his gloves off! But you didn’t mind, you’d wear the bruises with pride.
To say it was rough was an understatement, he made it so it would hurt you. He wanted to hurt you, to see you cry and sob in pain. It was your fault after all, you shouldn’t have gone for someone like him.
His hand would grip the back of your hair and pull your head back from time to time, leaning his bulky form over your back to whisper in your ear about how much of a whore you are.
The words only made you clench tighter for him, and he loved it. He’d never go back to them cheap whores at the brothel if it meant he’d be able to bottom out in your whenever he wanted.
You were perfect for him, so small, so tight, so innocent and for him to completely fucking ruin.
He was contemplating just going with his plan in the first place, to take you to Russia to be his wife. He wouldn’t care if you even wanted to be his wife. He has his hands on you and he is never taking them off.
You were so cute tho, your fucked out expression, face scrunched up in pain but overwhelming pleasure. You had practically begged for him to cum inside you with the way your walls clinged to him.
So who was he to care if you whined about being too sore and full to go another round? He didn’t care, he wanted more and he was going to take more.
But he did love you! At least he thinks he did. This is what love is right? That this is how it’s supposed to be?
He’d bring you home, stuff you full of his children but then make you take some pills because he is too scared to be a father.
He’d get you what you wanted, if he felt like you deserved it. He’d get a nice house, have you cook for him and clean the house while he goes out and fights wars.
You’d be such a perfect wife, if you listen to him and do everything he says. He believes that is how love is supposed to be, In his eyes it’s perfect.
He sometimes got a bit too rough during sex tho. he couldn’t help it, he was just not born to be gentle, and you were just so fuckable it only made it worse.
Tho when he did notice that he actually hurt you, a bit too much, he felt guilty as if he committed the worse sin to mankind. He’d get scared, he hurt his precious girl! Now she is never going to want to be with him anymore!
When that does happen tho, he usually stops whatever he was doing and looks at you with stiff posture, basically frozen, unsure of what to do. Before he leaves the room in a rush.
You don’t see him for the next week.
Tho when you did see him again, he was quiet, distant, just like how he was when you’d cling to him for the first time. Pushing you away.
You would then have to plead with him to come back, saying that he did nothing wrong and it was all an accident.
He usually comes back after that. Because god he missed you, missed your smell, your touch, your voice, your everything.
The first time that happened and you got him back, he was practically glued to your side for the whole day. Tho he never once touched you without you asking for it, too scared that he’ll hurt you again and fuck it all up. Just like he always does.
At night when you’d go to bed, he’d lie down stiffly next to you. Until you’d open your arms and call for him, pleading to him that it was ok.
He’d then lay almost on top of you, crushing your poor body with his heavy weight. Tho you didn’t dare make a sound, you didn’t want him to know he was hurting you again.
Tho after that he went back to same old him, emotionless and fucking you like you were some worthless toy. Not caring to be gentle again
Safe to say, is that your relationship isn’t the best, it’s unhealthily and borderline manipulative most of the time.
But he loved you and that was all that mattered.
Right?
Hello! Thank you for reading! If you got it this far without skipping.
This is one of my first stories and first time ever uploading on here. If this is even a story. It’s more of like head canons I suppose.
If there is something wrong about this or something you think I should work on do tell me.
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I take requests for headcanons of: ghost, König, Krueger, Velikan and most of all, nikto
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fictoculus · 8 months
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Excuse me, if it's not too much to ask, can I borrow a voice line from Kujou Sara, Eula, Rosaria, Albedo, and Bennet talking about [name]?!
౨ৎ their voicelines for you; part 5...
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FEAT... kujou sara, eula, rosaria, albedo, bennet
A/N... hellooo, thanks so much for the request! i've actually been wanting to write some more voicelines because they're really fun, but i was struggling to think of some characters to do them for, so really, thank you for this suggestion!
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✧ kujou sara.
"traveller. i didn't expect to see you here... have you, by any chance, seen [name] around? i- no, no these are not for them... i- i was just given this bouquet by some... some residents of ritou, that is all. *she sighs heavily, gaze focused on the ground* just... don't tell anyone about this, ok? it could really put [name] in danger- i just want them to be safe..."
✧ eula.
"yes, that's right, good! so just put your arm... here, and then your waist- traveller?! no, no no it is not what you think, we were just- yes, no, wait- i was simply teaching [name] to dance, nothing more... yes, yes i had my hand on their waist but that was just- no it was just... part of the choreography! god how have we lasted this long without being caught, we need to be more careful, love... no! no, i did not just call them 'love'! don't laugh, darli- [name]!"
✧ rosaria.
"finally, barbara let me go, i thought i'd be stu- traveller! hey, yeah you! have you seen [name] around?l uhuh, i finally escaped from barbara and, archons, has it been a long day, i need them to make me feel better... yes, i said i need them, what of it? *she scoffs, folding her arms* fine then, i'll go look for them myself. no, no don't go apologising now, you only want to come so you can spy on us anyway, i see that grin, paimon... tsk, is no one bearable around here?"
✧ albedo.
"i know, traveller, i haven't been back to mondstadt for a while, but i'm so close to figuring this out. if everything goes according to plan we could save hundreds of- [name]... excuse me, could you repeat that? they asked you... where i've been- archons, it's been a week since i saw them last, only now do i realise how my heart yearns for them... that settles it. traveller, help me tidy would you? let's head back to mondstadt together..."
✧ bennet.
"[name]? oh, yeah they're awesome! they go 'whoosh' then 'boom' then a bit of 'kapow' and all the bad guys or gone! plus, they're one of few people i haven't managed to scare off with my bad luck yet... HUH?! YOU KNOW?! seriously? even our relationship can't escape my bad luck *he sighs, shoulders slumping slightly* well my love life better not get any more bad luck otherwise i don't know what i'll do, there's no way i can fight that many bad guys without them..."
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szobosz · 2 months
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nsfw alphabet // shm x reader
no minors
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
sonny is super big on aftercare. he really focuses on the emotional aspect because he pushes you really far, so the drop is hard. he always tells you how well you did and holds you close, making sure you know that he cares about you
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his fave part about you is your hands - he loves how well they fit in his but he also loves when you tug on his hair or how your hands look so dainty around his cock
his favourite part of himself is his legs - he loves bracketing you in with them, he loves when your fingers trail over the muscles and he loves when you ride his thigh
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he has a breeding kink. he likes to keep it in and plug you up - he loves the risk of it
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
i really think that he experiments a lot and that he's realised that he really enjoys having a third person when you're having sex - i think he enjoys watching you get wrecked by someone else
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
i think he's had a lot of sex but not many partners - i think that when he has a fwb, it's exclusive. i don't think he likes to have too many partners, instead focusing on one person and trusting them
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
cowgirl - i think he likes to do no work, to have his fingers dig into your flesh as he guides you, loving watching your tits bounce up and down
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
sonny is just cheery and a lil goofy so i think he likes to joke around unless the two of you are in a scene and he has to be stern. when that's the case, he is very serious and firm with you
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
light stubble - he really trims down, i don't think he would have much hair. i can't imagine having all that sweat accumulated during a match would be very comfy
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he's really good at checking in on you, red, amber, or green, whether you're in a scene or not. as previously stated, he can be goofy or stern depending on if you're in a scene or not. i think it also applies to how romantic sex is.
it really depends but when you are having sensual sex, sonny loves praising you, he's gentle but still rough enough that you're begging for more
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
sonny loves to record himself wanking and sending it to you. the two of you have to be super careful, using burner snapchats that only the other has the user for etc to avoid it getting hacked
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
breeding kink - need i say more?
impact play - he loves to watch the way your body reacts to him spanking you, the way your pussy gets wetter and your back arches
brat taming - oh my god, he's not super aggressive with way of brat taming but he's firm and doesn't give you any attention, especially when you act up
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
i think he really enjoys doing it in the car - there's a lil bit of risk and there's very little space so he has to manoeuvre your body and the extra work just makes it all the more worth it. also the knowledge that you couldn't wait until you are somewhere private
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
yeah, sonny loves lingerie - it's like you're a present all wrapped up but just being naked in front of him. even after a few rounds, when he sees your naked body again, i swear, he's horny and hard
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
i don't think sonny is the type to be into cuckholding. i think he enjoys the two of you having sex with another person (male or female) but he isn't too cool with just watching someone else with you. he wants to be involved
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
giving. and he's fucking good at it. sonny's tongue is a work of art and he loves teasing you, running his tongue over your clit gently just to tease
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
for quickies, he's really quick and i think generally, he's pretty rough, he loves when you tug at his hair or bite down on his shoulder because he makes you feel so good
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
sonny loves sex and he loves it even more when it's with you. he will take any opportunity he can get - the two of you have been known to have sex during events (luckily, you've not yet been caught)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
sonny loves to take risks in terms of having sex during events but he's very careful not to do so in super public places. i also think that he loves to record the two of you having sex but on a camcorder/camera so it doesn't back up to the cloud
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
i think sonny and you are happy after two. the two of you stated and exhausted. it's two really good rounds until you want to be tucked up into sonny's side and sleeping
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i think he's defo used toys on you and he's tried using a cockring, especially for when you're having threesomes and fuck, he's just so hard and leaking pre-cum that you always have to have a taste
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he's a massive fucking tease. sonny will not relent until you're soaking the sheets, desperate and trembling before he fucks you/lets you come, depending on the day. it's even worse if you've been bad, he'll use the remote-control vibrator
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he's not very loud in terms of groaning and grunting but he's a bit of a talker - he will talk you through your orgasm
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
the first time you try wax play, it's with those candles that melts into massage oil so he works you up with both the temperature play but then by massaging down from your neck...
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
i wanna say he's like 7 inches, average girth but it's just a pretty dick and he knows how to use it to make you cum
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
it's pretty high - he's usually pretty pumped with adrenaline and slow, lazy sex is his way of calming his body and mind. it helps keep him really level-headed on the pitch, knowing that he can bury himself in you
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he takes about 20 mins before he falls asleep. wants to make sure that you're okay before he thinks about getting some rest
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lovepersevering13 · 3 months
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Now could you elaborate on Michael's autism
Alright it’s Michael’s turn!
I want to preface this part the same as before: I’m not a psychiatrist, this isn’t how autism is experienced by everyone and let me know if anything is incorrect :) oh also I’m a little bit more educated on how Autism is shown in girls so this one is a bit of a mess.
Ok so for Michael I kinda had to think for a bit about some like concrete evidence because I didn’t have anything annotated for him like Tori but I think I’ve come up with a pretty compelling argument (also I thought I’d let you know that as I was doing this I started to realise Michael may have ADHD but I don’t really go into that too much).
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Firstly:
Alice Oseman herself supports this headcanon so…. Anhahahahajaja omg I can’t explain how happy this makes me! Anyway, let’s get into what I found in Solitaire!
1. Masking
- “Do you get angry a lot?” I say.
“I’m always angry,” he says.” Solitaire, Page 213
Ok we know Michael generally is a very upbeat, positive person on the outside but as we get to know him we learn he’s only barely happier than Tori. When I think about this covering up of his anger with overly positive emotions it is clear to that he is masking (Suppressing Autistic traits). Pessimism is a common m trait of Autism and the way I see it, Michael is overcompensating for this by acting super happy all the time to cover it up.
2. Deficit in social understanding
- “Do you remember when he tried to get everyone to do a flash mob for the Year 11 prank?” says Nick. “And in the end he just did it by himself on the lunch tables?” Nick Nelson, Solitaire, Page 39.
This quote when Nick and Charlie are talking about Michael shows and extreme lack of care about social consequences.
- “Michael Holden has swooped into the restaurant.” Solitaire, page 46
Ok so this quote and the entire scene on pages 46/47 where Michael shows up unannounced because he wants to ask Tori something displays extreme impulsivity and impulsivity is a common Autistic trait. He also didn’t care about the lack of social etiquette displayed by crashing a hangout he wasn’t invited to.
- “Michael is helping himself to our leftover starters” Solitaire, Page 48
Again, lack of social awareness because you aren’t really supposed to crash someone else’s dinner and just start eating their food.
- “He races inside and, without bothering to let me leave or shut the door, he lifts the toilet seat and starts to pee.” Solitaire, (I forgot the page)
LACK OF SOCIAL ETTIQUITE. DUDE.
- “He’s the strangest person I’ve ever met.” Solitaire, Page 62
- “I know Nick and I said he’s weird - and he is weird -“ Charlie Spring, Solitaire, Page 177
- “He looks sort of out of place everywhere.” Solitaire, (I lost the page)
People with Autism are often described as being “strange,” “weird,” or “peculiar,” because they are different from their peers which can make them stand out and struggle to fit in.
- “I, er, didn’t get on too well with the people there. Not the teachers, not the students…” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 148
Because of the fact that people with Autism struggle with social understanding it can be very difficult to make friends and get along with other people.
- “I’ve never been good enough,” he says. “I get so stressed out, I don’t make friends - God, I can’t make friends.” His eyes glaze over. “Sometimes I just wish I were a normal human being. But I can’t. I’m not. No matter how hard I try.” Michael Holden, Solitiare, Page 376
Yeah, this quote hurts my heart. So many people with Autism feel as though they don’t fit in and that they aren’t normal. When you don’t have a diagnosis it can be especially difficult because you don’t know why. You know there’s something different about you, you know other people are doing and feeling things you aren’t and you know you’re doing and feeling things other people aren’t, but you don’t know why. It can be super isolating.
3. Challenging Authority Figures
- “…having that argument with Mr Yates during his mock exams!” Either Nick or Charlie, Solitaire, Page 40
- “I swore at Kent.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 269
It’s very common for people with Autism to challenge authority figures. Generally this is because they often naturally assume equanimity and don’t understand why some people should get more respect then others if they aren’t seemingly deserving of it. This stems from having a heightened sense of justice and empathy.
4. Autism and Sexualtiy
- “I guess you could say I’m not too fussy about gender.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, (I forgot the page)
We know Michael’s canonically Pan and as we’ve previously discussed (read Tori’s part for more info) Autism and the LGBTQ+ community are heavily intertwined. I tried to look into Autism’s correlation to Pansexuality but couldn’t find anything specific.
I also wanted to add in a little fact about how Neurodivergent people tend to gravitate towards eachother and queer people tend to do the same so Michael and Tori makes a lot of sense.
5. Special Interests/HyperFixations
Ok so, Michael gets pretty into Solitiare. Right from the start he’s obsessed. Taking photos of the posts, insisting they go to the meet up. I’d probably say it’s a hyperfixation.
And DISNEY. Holy heck Michael loves Disney… and if you haven’t caught on already, yeah imma say it’s a special interest.
- “He gasps and grabs a third DVD, leaps across the room to the flat-screen and switches it on. “We’re watching beauty and the beast,” he says.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 115
I mean look at how excited he gets over ‘Beauty and the Beast’.
6. School
- “Seriously. I haven’t gotten above a C grade in any subject since Year 8.”
“It seems almost impossible for someone like Michael to be unintelligent. People like Michael - people who get stuff done - they’re always smart. Always.” Solitaire, Page 188
- “When it comes to exams… I generally don’t write what they want me to write. I’m not very good at, well, sorting out all the stuff in my head.“
“I just don’t know what the examiners want to hear. I don’t know whether I just forget things, or maybe I don’t know how I’m supposed to explain it. I just don’t know.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 118
- “Because I hate school!” This is quite loud. He starts to shake his head.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, (I forgot the page)
A lot of people with Autism struggle with school and like Tori points out, it’s not because they’re not smart, Michael is smart. It’s just that the education system isn’t fitted to benefit Neurodivergent children. So many things affect Autism in schools. The dreadful sensory environment, lack of control over what they can and can’t do and the difficult social pressures.
7. Emotional dysregulation
- “He clenches his fist and he snarls. He actually snarls at me.
“Maybe you are a manically depressed psychopath.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, Page 163
Emotional Dysregulation is the inability to control the intensity and expression of emotions. This is common in people with Autism and can result in overly intense emotions and lashing out. I think this is something that heavily impacts both Tori and Michael and results in a lot of their arguments. The aforementioned quote is just one example of how quickly and dramatically their arguments blow up due to this.
- “His face contorts into a kind of scrunched-up snarl, his fists curl, his skin drains of colour, and he storms past the man and tramps over to the benches. He reaches a row of lockers and looks into them, blankly, chest visibly expanding and contracting. With an almost terrifying malice, he throws a crazed punch at the lockers, wailing a subdued howl of rage. Turning, he hurls a kick at a pile of racing helmets, scattering them about the floor. He clutches his hair, as if trying to pull it out.” Solitaire, Page 211
Oh there is just so much to cover here. So this is a prime example of an Autistic meltdown. Autistic meltdowns can be caused by overwhelming emotions (In this situation that is Michael loosing his race) and result in an outburst which can include crying, screaming (“howl of rage”), aggression (punching the lockers and kicking the helmets) and self injurious behaviours (Pulling his hair). It’s probably worth mentioning that a few of the outbursts he has towards teachers that I mentioned earlier are probably also meltdowns.
8. Stimming
- “Michael starts whistling.” Solitaire, page 198
Whistling is a form of stimming, this particular quote is from when they are in Truham looking for Charlie, considering Michael’s disdain for Truham I can imagine it was a slightly stressful environment to be back in which would validly result in a need for stimming. I actually couldn’t find any other examples of stimming except possibly the hair pulling that was mentioned in the last quote.
9. Pattern Recognition
So pattern recognition is the autistic brains increased ability to recognise patterns and in Solitaire Michael is the first person to put together the fact that all of Solitaire’s pranks were related to Tori. I really can’t be bothered to find the quote where they talk about those
10. Safe foods
I think that Tea is probably a safe food for Michael because he is often mentioned to have a mug of Tea in his hands. (But I’m not British so maybe this is like normal? How much tea do British people actually drink?)
1. Miscellaneous Quotes
- Since when did you acquire a body temperature” Solitaire, page 112
I know it’s probably supposed to be related to figure skating but struggling with temperature regulation is very common amongst people with Autism.
- “Most of the time at school I can’t even decide what pen to use.” Michael Holden, Solitaire, page 149
Indecisiveness is very common amoungst people with Autism
Alright that’s a wrap on Michael Holden. I’m thinking of doing a conjoined part for Charlie and Oliver if anyone would be interested in reading that :)
Some of the resources I used:
https://livingautism.com/decision-making-problems-adults-asd/
Thermal Perceptual Thresholds are typical in Autism Spectrum Disorder but ...
https://sparkforautism.org/discover_article/managing-emotions/
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7430467/
https://neuroclastic.com/autism-and-responding-to-authority/?amp
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safetycar-restart · 5 months
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okay so hi how are you glad you’re feeling better.
in one of your posts you talked about Lando taking naps with you and calling them scenes so that mclaren can’t come and find him? i feel like i can see multiple drivers doing this in the d/s au. mainly like Lando, Oscar, George when he has a bad race like right after singapore, maybe Mick during his Haas days if you knew him then, definitely Logan, and maybe Charles? like they’re all such subby babies and just want to cuddle with their dom/mommy if we’re talking Charles and Lando without being interrupted?
in that same post you also talked about the hybrid!AU about the cat distribution system sending you cat!Oscar even though you already had cat!Lando and I can totally see that happening like the minute you meet Oscar at the MTC with Lando he cuddles up to you and him and Lando already have such a good relationship so Lando begs you to take care of Oscar too because Oscar has never had that?
also in said post you talked about getting bunny!Arthur toys because he kept nibbling on his lip and he’s just so happy about it! like i can imagine him being so excited and eventually passing out next to you with a toy in his mouth.
Okay that’s all lol happy to have you back!
🔙🦴 anon
Oh my god I am so glad to be back especially because it means I get to have asks like this!! I love all of these thoughts so much, and I'm gonna discuss each one a little bit but please feel free to ask for more detail because I LOVE all of these thoughts.
THOUGHT ONE - D/S AU NAPS:
I think this is something that lando pioneers. It starts from one day where he's just way too tired to scene, having not been able to fall asleep the night before. So you tell him that he can just nap, and no one will disturb him because it's scene time.
From there the hack travels through the paddock like wildfire, with so many saying they're going to do a scene but in reality they just want a nap.
I think Charles has his own version of this hack, that's cuddles? He doesn't need to nap during the day like Oscar and Lando, but he absolutely does need to have cuddles with his mommy. So he'll say it's a scene, but in reality it's just him getting cuddles and praise and spending time with his mommy.
And Logan!! Logan needs it so bad!! In fact it think for Logan that you might be one who does it? You see him getting overwhelmed and uncertain. You know he's not in the right headspace for a scene, but he definitely needs some time so you say you're taking him for a scene in reality you're just taking him to rest and have a little nap.
THOUGHT TWO - HYBRID!AU WITH OSCAR/LANDO:
Firstly, you had no choice about Lando either. The cat distribution system have you him too. You were just minding your own business and then suddenly you had a cat hybrid boyfriend.
You're supposed to pick up Lando the day you meet Oscar, and when you arrive at MTC to pick up Lando he texts you and asks you to come inside. Usually Lando comes barrelling outside the moment you arrive, throwing himself in the car and whining about his tiring day and demanding cuddles and head scratches the moment you get home.
But this time he wants you to come in? Odd.
You find him on the couch in the reception area, and to your surprise he's with Oscar. You've heard of Oscar of course, but you've never met him before. Oscar is a little sleepy when you arrive, but Lando jumps up and immediately runs to you, purring when you hug him.
You sit down with them, chatting a little and suddenly you have a half asleep Oscar cuddling against you.
And he just... never leaves.
THOUGHT THREE - HYRBID!AU WITH ARTHUR:
Bunny Arthur!! The poor thing is aways chewing his lips!! He gets nervous and then suddenly he's chewing and he can't stop it. And even worse, his lips become sore and chapped and then he can't even kiss you? He starts crying when he realises that, because that's all he wants! He just wants kisses!
So of course you have to find some way you can help him, because seeing him this distressed is so sad. So you get him a chew toy? Maybe one of those ones that can be worn on a necklace?
He loves it so much!! He can nibble on it to his heart's content!!
Maybe for bunny hybrids, chewing can be stress relief? Like purring can be for cat hybrids? So he's honestly so much better and so much happier.
And him sleeping with it? Oh he's so cute!!
Like he comes home after a long day and then he can chew on his necklace while you massage his ears and then he's just fast asleep, such a happy bunny.
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gumnut-logic · 23 days
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Along the Way (Part 7 and The End)
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Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
It's finished! ::runs around the room like a loon:: Though I have to say that I doubt this will be the last we see of Mr Sweetapple as there are several threads that need a good neat tie up :D
All the wonderful thanks to @onereyofstarlight for staying up extra late and answering my poke across the Tasman Sea for a last minute read. I hope Alex gives you some nice sleep ::hugs tight::
Also, special thanks to all of you for supporting my geeky fanboy Alex :D There will be more as someone sent me some OC asks about Alex and I've realised that the only way I can answer them is by writing fic. (some other OCs of mine might pop up in fic at some point,too, for that exact same reason) ::so many hugs to all of you for being so kind to me::
But anyway, I will stop my excited rambling and present you with the last chapter of this fic....which has taken so long to write - so many apologies. Though I am excited that I'm writing again :D
I hope you enjoy this :D
-o-o-o-
Alexander Sweetapple’s head was spinning.
Not so much from the concussion he had no doubt he had, thank you, Mr Holographic Scott Tracy, but more from the fact that Virgil had just kissed him.
Not Mr Virgil Tracy, Head of Research and Development at Tracy Industries, no….more ‘ohmigod, I finally found you and you’re alive, I want to hug and kiss your brains out’ Virgil Tracy.
The man was covered in concrete dust and grime, there was more grey than blue on his uniform bar the scratched patches where his now discarded exosuit had sat.
Alex had proof Virgil had hugged him via all the dusty patches on his damp clothes, on his arms, and in his hair.
Virgil Tracy had hugged and kissed him.
For real.
Alex stood beside his mum while Virgil assessed the condition of her ankle and she went about embarrassing her son every way possible.
To be honest, it had been such a day that she was welcome to show Virgil Alex’s naked baby pictures for all he cared. She was safe and that was all important.
A glance over at the remains of the museum building prompted his heart to add a few extra beats per minute to its routine.
Alex let his jaw drop as he watched the roof float away.
Oh god.
“Alex?”
Virgil’s voice was so rich and deep.
“Alex?” And then Virgil grabbed him. Was he trying to hug him again. That would be nice. “Whoa! I think you need to sit down.”
Okay.
He folded himself smoothly down onto the pavement beside his mum.
“Hey, honey, look at me.” Her fingers were suddenly in his hair. “Allie, how the hell did you do all that with a head injury?” She peered closely at him. “Virgil, what do your scanners say?”
And yes, Virgil was waving a yellow light over Alex. “Concussion, bruising…” He frowned. “You’re both wet. You’ve been in the river?”
“Nearly drowned. My foot got stuck and Allie pulled me out. Some water, possibly sewage, may have been inhaled. My recommendation is to watch for symptoms of infection. In both of us.” Dr Sweetapple was in the house.
He turned to Virgil only to find his friend’s eyebrows fully deployed.
They were very nice eyebrows.
Virgil caught his stare. “Thunderbird One, I need to leave the danger zone. Ten minutes there and back for patient transport.”
“FAB, Thunderbird Two. Make it quick, we need your help in the industrial sector.” A pause. “How’s Alex?”
“Concussion, but well enough…and safe.” Virgil still had his eyes.
“Good to hear. Thunderbird One out.”
“What are you doing, Virgil?” The words slipped out without thought.
Virgil looked down at his wrist control poking it. “You both need medical supervision. I’m providing it for you.”
A good hundred metres away, Thunderbird Two rose up on her struts and her module door slid smoothly open. Two hoverstretchers darted out across the road, gliding around obstacles until they reached Virgil’s side. He pulled out a control surface and reconfigured them into hoverchairs. “Sorry to rush this, but time is short. Alex, stay put while I help your mother.” He held up a gloved hand and Alex was forced to settle back and obey.
Besides, the world was spinning again, and after all, Virgil was technically his boss.
He let his head fall into his hand and closed his eyes, suddenly ever so tired.
So this was what an adrenalin drop felt like.
Ugh.
“Alex?” Virgil’s voice was soft and his gloved hand gentle on his arm. That was really nice. “Alex? You with me?”
He blinked. Oh. “Yeah.”
“Let’s get you up.” Virgil nudged him, both hands holding his arms to steady him.
The world wobbled, but a few steps and Virgil had him snug and safe, strapped into the hover stretcher…chair…whatever the hell it was.
Virgil was running, Alex and his mother beside him, until they were all swallowed by the green of Thunderbird Two.
At some point, Virgil must has triggered the chair back into a bed because Alex was lying down and Virgil hovering over him, once again with a scanner flickering yellow light. “You can go to sleep, Alex. You’re okay and you’re safe.” A gloved hand gently brushed away the hair from Alex’s forehead. He knew this should mean something, but he was so tired.
Thunderbird green danced as his eyelids drifted closed.
Somewhere something was roaring just like a Thunderbird launching, but he had no energy to care.
-o-o-o-
Jeff stepped into the elevator only to almost collide with his mother. “Mom?”
“I’m meeting Thunderbird Two.”
“Why?” Was Virgil hurt? Why hadn’t John told him?
A hand on his arm quelled the sudden panic. “Virgil is fine. We have visitors.”
“Who?” Did he have to draw the information out bit by bit?
“Do you remember Alexander Sweetapple?”
“Of course, I do. Gordon thinks Virgil might be…interested.”
“He is.” She held up a finger so close to Jeff’s face, his eyes crossed. “And you are not going to say a thing. Yes, he’s breaking protocol, but he has good reason.” She looked away and let her finger drop. “The poor boy has been terrified all day. Thank god, they finally found Alex. And I don’t blame him for not wanting to let him out of his sight.” His mother stared up at Jeff with all the fire he knew she possessed. “Your son is bringing home his first romantic interest ever and you are not going to spout security blather all over him. This is our house and we can have guests. Especially important guests.”
Jeff took a step back. “I wasn’t going to say anything!” Virgil was bringing home Alex? As a love interest? “What the hell happened?” He really needed to speak to John about keeping him updated. He knew his orbiting son was selective, but this was ridiculous.
The elevator doors opened and his mother glared at him. “Something good. Don’t ruin it.” She stomped off into Two’s hangar, detouring into the medical supply cupboard on the way, just as the hangar doors started their opening sequence.
Jeff stepped cautiously out of the elevator. He had no idea what warranted his mother’s ire. Okay, maybe he had had some words with his eldest at one point, but that was nearly a decade ago.
His priorities were a little different these days.
Two roared in, a little faster than the norm. Virgil was obviously in a hurry. She spun on her turntable and the moment she settled, her forward hatch was lowered, Virgil standing between two hoverchairs.
Jeff hurried after his mother, cursing his cane, as Virgil strode with the two chairs towards them.
“Grandma, this is Doctor Lolly Sweetapple. Doctor Sweetapple, this is my grandmother, Doctor Sally Tracy, she and my father will be taking over your care.”
The two doctors exchanged greetings and slipped into medical babble two seconds later.
“Dad?” Virgil gestured him over. “You remember Alex?” Why was there so much hesitation in his son’s voice?
“Certainly, the creator of Siliwrap.” The man was obviously asleep. “How is he?”
“Concussion, bruising, he and his mother need monitoring for possible lung infection. They were caught in contaminated water.” His son swallowed; his expression hesitant. “I wanted them here, Dad. Grandma has the skills and the tools.” He looked away. “I just couldn’t leave them to the system.” His eyes fell on Alex and Jeff’s heart clenched.
“We will look after them.” He dropped a consoling hand to his son’s shoulder.
Vulnerable eyes looked up at him. “Thanks, Dad.” His hand was squeezed and Virgil was again moving. This time running back to his ‘bird.
His mother immediately took over and bustled them all into the elevator before they could acquire new coiffures a’la rocket engine.
As the doors closed, Thunderbird Two accelerated out on to her runway and the elevator shaft roared as she took to the sky.
-o-o-o-
Alex rolled over in bed and sighed into his pillow. He was extremely comfortable. Temperature was perfect. Pillow was soft. “Mmmmm….”
“About time you woke up, Allie. You were starting to worry me.” His mother’s voice was always reassuring.
“He’s fine, Lolly. Concussion is healing and there is no sign of any lung infection. See, look at the scans.”
Alex frowned. That was a female voice he didn’t recognise. Also, why was his mum in his bedroom?
“You’re giving me equipment envy, Sally. My god, the science behind this is amazing.”
“Virgil has them in development, don’t you worry. A good percentage of our breakthroughs do get filtered down into the market. Unfortunately, there is a difference between the ability to make a device for International Rescue and making devices in efficient, ecological and economic mass production. Our teams do their best.” A snort. “And your boy is part of that team. His devotion to Siliwrap is all to his credit. Alex is saving lives as much, if not more, as any at Tracy industries. You should be proud.”
“Oh, that’s a given. He’s always been a little obsessive, especially regarding the Thunderbirds.”
Wha-?
Alex flung his eyes open to find his mother lying on a bed beside him, smiling. She had her ankle wrapped and raised and was obviously talking to the owner of the other voice, an older lady dressed in a purple jumpsuit.
Both were smiling at him.
“Where am I?”
Yes, that’s the first question out of any alien abductee’s mouth, no doubt about it.
“You’re on Tracy Island, Alex. You and your mother are safe and our guests.” When Alex didn’t respond as his brain automatically overloaded. “I’m Mrs Tracy, Virgil’s grandmother.”
“Watch it, Sally, he may combust on the spot.”
Thanks, mum.
His mother was grinning at him. “I swear he’s been looking for the location of this island since he discovered his first Thunderbird.”
“Mum!”
“Shhh! You’ll wake him up.” His mum was pointing behind him.
“Lolly, don’t worry, Virgil sleeps like the dead. Especially after a rescue like that.”
Virgil? What?
He twisted around and found a third bed behind him. Virgil lay sprawled face down on it, snoring softly into his pillow.
“Don’t worry, honey. He’s just tired. Our boys exhaust themselves and then wonder why their bodies shut down.”
It was only then all the events leading up to his current situation fully loaded into his brain.
Virgil.
Virgil had kissed him. His chocolate eyes held such relief and joy…
The scene played back in his head over and over, declaring that it had happened. That something Alex may have dreamed about but never really considered actually possible, had happened.
He stared at Virgil.
Gone was the uniform and in its place a simple black t-shirt outlining a lax bicep hanging off the edge of the bed. Alex’s eyes tracked down the length of Virgil’s arm to his hand.
Such strong hands.
The emergency responder had a blanket draped over him, obviously placed there after the advent of slumber, likely by his purple grandmother.
“Why is he here?”
Mrs Tracy walked around Alex’s bed so she could face him. “Now, don’t you start worrying your head off, young man. He is fine. He’s in the bed because otherwise he’d be asleep in a chair and that is not acceptable self-care. He wanted to stay here with you and it was the bed or out. Exhaustion did the rest.”
He stared at her a moment, his thoughts spinning.
“How are you feeling, Allie?”
Huh? He turned back to his mother. “Mum, your ankle…”
She waved him off. “Hon, I’ve done worse tripping over kids in the waiting room. Nothing to worry about.” She frowned at him. “How’s your head?”
How was his head? How was he in general?
There were aches, yes, now that attention had been drawn to them, but generally, considering that he’d just been through a major disaster, he felt okay. “I’m okay.”
His eyes drifted back to Virgil.
“Don’t you think of getting out of bed just so you can sit at his bedside, Alex. I know how you boys think, so don’t think you can pull one over on me.” Virgil’s grandmother was proving to be as bad as Alex’s mother.
“Don’t worry, Sally, he’s been very well trained from birth.”
“How did you manage that? I’ve been trying for nearly thirty years with the grandkids. Their father is just as bad.”
Alex’s eyes widened. Their father? Jeff Tracy. The Jeff Tracy who gave his name to Tracy Island. That Tracy Island that was ever so secret and Alex was currently resting his butt on. Well, the bed his was resting his butt on was on the Island. It was simple transference of molecular ownership.
Perhaps this was not the best moment to realise that he was wearing a black t-shirt very similar to Virgil’s and that it was not one he owned, nor was it one he was wearing the last time he was aware and conscious.
He pulled up the blanket and found black shorts. “Where are my clothes?” Perhaps the step up in octave was a little ridiculous on his part, but it had been a very stressful day.
“Your clothes were ruined, Allie. Jeff and Mrs Tracy were kind enough to supply and dress you in some replacements.” His mother was ever so matter-of-fact, as usual.
“Jeff Tracy saw me naked?!”
Okay, he had to admit, that was supposed to be inner voice and not shouted at the top of his lungs. In any case, it proved that it was possible to wake up Virgil Tracy, no matter what his grandmother said.
“Alex? What?”
He turned to find Virgil pushing himself up off the bed, hair sticking in all directions, obviously still half asleep.
“Honey, the man brought up five boys. One more is nothing new.” Mrs Tracy was as matter-of-fact as his mother.
Great. A team up.
“Virgil, go back to sleep.” Mrs Tracy bustled over to her grandson and attempted to get him to lie down.
But Virgil had caught sight of Alex. “Alex! You’re awake!”
Mrs Tracy actually rolled her eyes as Virgil threw off his covers and climbed out of bed. He closed the distance between them on bare feet. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
Alex couldn’t help it. “You look adorable.” Because he did. Big tough rescue operative with puffy eyes and hair sticking up all over the place, not to mention the black t-shirt and shorts that hid absolutely zero anatomical detail. And above all, he was smiling, as if ever so happy to see Alex…which was some kind of miracle and honestly how hard had he hit is head?
“You’re not bad yourself.” That smile turned to one of appreciation.
What?
His mother did mention a concussion…
“Okay, it’s obvious Virgil is not going to listen to his doctor’s advice, so Lolly and I will leave you two boys alone.” Mrs Tracy poked at his mum’s bed and it detached from the wall, hovering quite happily and easily nudged out of the room.
“Allie, take it easy, love. You are recovering from a concussion, after all.”
Yeah, yeah, mum, whatever. Virgil’s eyes were such a beautiful shade of brown.
Both women muttered to each other as they left the room, closing the door behind them.
Virgil was poking Alex’s bed controls with his fingers. “Good. You’ve rested.” His eyes were tracking over medical readouts. Alex’s medical readouts.
“I’m okay, Virgil.”
The man looked up at him again. “Good.”
Alex frowned as Virgil lifted a hand up and gently brushed Alex’s hair clear of his left temple and the abrasion there. “Grandma’s treated you well.”
Alex wanted to fall into that gentle touch. His eyes may have at least partially closed.
“Are we okay?”
Alex’s eyes snapped open.
“I mean…” Those eyes looked down and away. No, come back! “…we haven’t talked about-“
Alex was suddenly kissing Virgil. There had been space between them, but now it was gone, Alex had his arms around those truly magnificent biceps, and startled lips were pressed up against his, ever so warm, and god, Virgil was kissing him back…
There was a brain whiteout for a moment as Virgil’s arms returned Alex’s eager embrace…and then Virgil’s tongue was in his mouth and…
“Whoa! My bad.”
Alex pulled back.
“No! No, you two just keep doin’ what you were doin’ and I’ll just put this coffee down and-“
“Gordon, what do you want?” Virgil hadn’t let go of Alex, but his head did turn towards his brother.
Alex was busy dying on the spot. Why did he do that? Kiss Virgil? Him?
“I brought you coffee! You know, life blood and all that.” Coffee? “Uh, you might want to get back to that tonsil hockey you were playing. Alex looks like he’s might dump you for the coffee.”
“Go away, Gordon.”
“Going away, leaving, like a tree. Happy for both of you. ‘Bout time, Virg.”
“Gordon!”
“I’m gone!” And he was, the door sliding shut behind him.
Virgil turned back to Alex. “Sorry about that.” A slight shrug. “I have brothers.”
Alex blinked. “I have sisters.”
Virgil’s smile was a sight to behold. “So, we’re okay?”
Alex had had a very hard day, his head was a bit of a mess and there were several truths he was ignoring to keep his sanity. But right now?
He tugged Virgil closer. “More than okay.”
“You want some coffee?”
But Virgil’s lips were brushing his and… “No, I’m good.”
The coffee went cold.
-o-o-o-
FIN
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Unapologetic displays of public affection 🥰
Shigarki not realising it’s probably not appropriate to make out with his lover in the middle of a battle, or hugging Dabi from behind whilst he’s cooking <3
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
*sighing deeply* this one doesn't have any porn, but it did make my brain go AWOOGA
Dabi could have fucking never guessed how pathetic he really was. Not until he started dating Shigaraki. Not until he found out that the other man is apparently just as touch and affection-starved as he was and as soon as he determined Dabi wouldn't set him on fire, he decided that it was fair game to touch him at every possible second. Dabi doesn't know how the fuck the heroes haven't pegged that they're dating yet, but apparently the two of them holding hands on a raid got spun into some sob story saying that he was being coerced into villainy, Duster clearly restraining him with his deadly quirk. But no. He's not. It's just so embarrassing that he wants Tomura's love and affection at every single second of the day, and apparently he cannot draw a line between that and working. Not when it feels so good to have, when it makes him work harder, do more, and... makes him happier. It makes him so much happier that it's humiliating. When he has to go more than a day or two without seeing Tomura anymore as he gets deeper into the doc's treatments, he feels his mood plummet, and it's noticeable enough the others commented on it too. Shig hadn't even blinked, had been more than happy to leave him a bunch of little recordings of him saying the sweetest things for him, wore a hoodie everywhere outside of meetings before he left so that Dabi could wear it and be enveloped with his scent, and had gotten him a large soft moth plush with red eyes that he could snuggle up to when he was in bed alone until he came back. He's been alone for years and it's pathetic how much having all of these things affects him, but he doesn't care anymore. He's been denied things that feel good for over a decade and he is taking what he wants now. 
And what he wants, and what Tomura wants when he comes back after four days away, is to be cuddled up as close as possible for as long as they can stand to be. But unfortunately, they are in charge of an army, and they have fucking work to do. So they have to wait to be cozy and cuddled in their bed. 
That does not stop Dabi from immediately getting into his lap and wrapping his arms around his middle as Tomura's hand rests on his knee and his waist to keep him steady and close as everyone settles in for the meeting. Dabi tucks his head against his shoulder, only peeking out enough to see the notes and files open on Tomura's laptop. Everyone files in and sits down, and Shigaraki clicks over to the agenda. 
"Trumpet, you said that you had some new information about the manifesto and our public approval ratings?" 
"I do--" He clears his throat slightly, looking a little pink. "Is that entirely appropriate?" 
"Is what appropriate?" 
"I just mean," he backtracks, "Wouldn't you like to sit in a chair, Dabi?" 
"What? No. If I wanted to sit in my chair then I would have done it already. Is your brain leaking today?" 
He doesn't really get why Compress is sighing so heavily or why Toga is giggling, but Trumpet, at least, stops being stupid and just gets on with the rest of the meeting. Things are slow-going, but it's still a good meeting overall, because once he's finished with his update, Dabi catches one of his lover's hands in his own and threads as many of their fingers together as he can safely. And Tomura kisses his temple with a promise of even more affection when they're alone. Pathetic how perfect every scrap of it makes him feel.
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claire-elvisgirl · 2 months
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MY LITTLE DRUNK BABY
Summary: You come back from a party after too many drinks. Elvis has to deal with you
Warnings: Elvis x Drunken reader, fluff
Word cunt: 785
Another drink. You were not used to drink so much, but that night you were going to cross the line…and you knew it from the start. After a while you felt a sudden slumber over you and you realised it was time to go home. As you got up from the chair you began to wobble around the room. One of your friends grabbed you and made you stand properly: “God y/n, I think you better go and take a nap…let me drive you home!”
The guy walked you out to his car and he made you sit inside. As soon as you sat, your eyes closed for a bit. You could only feel the sound of the engine and then the wheels began to move, as he took you home. After a while, he left you right on your doorstep, wishing you a good night. You looked for your keys and you opened the door. As soon as you got in the house, you tried to move around in silence, as you didn’t want to wake Elvis up. He heard you anyway and he came to see how you were doing. He entered the living room and he found you lying on the couch: “Damn it Y/n…are ya…drunk?!”
You looked at him with a sleepy smile: “No…well…maybe a little…” you laughed “…that birthday party was a hell of a night!”
“Jesus…maybe a lil’ more than a little…” he sighed upset.
“Oh c’mon…I’m okay…” you answered without losing your smile. He looked at you, disappointed: “No baby…you’re not okay, you’re a mess…look at ya!”
“Am I?” you kept laughing. You tried to stand up, but you fell on the couch again: “Yeah…I guess I’m really a mess…”
He got you up off the couch, one arm going around your waist and the other steadying you against him, pulling you close to him to avoid you to fall: “C’mon…I’ll take your cute lil’ ass to bed!”
“I’m sorry El…” you mumbled.
“Don’t be sorry hun’…” He picked you up, he carried you to the bedroom and he set you down gently on the bed: “Just get some sleep now!” he said, putting his hand on your forehead and pushing you down. Then he covered you with the blanket and he headed for the door.
“Wait!” you called on him.
“What!?” he stopped and he turned around to you.
“Would you help me put on my pajama?” you asked him with puppy eyes.
He blushed a little and he smiled: “Aw babe…that’s one of the sweetest requests I’ve ever had, but…aren’t ya gonna do anything silly!?” he asked smiling, starting to unbutton your shirt. He slid your shirt off your shoulders, gently kissing your collarbone, working his way to your neck.
“Lift your arms…” he whispered, slipping the shirt off and dropping it on the floor “I’ve always liked ya better without something on, ya know!?”
You smiled: “Aaww…thank you…”
He kissed you again and he got off the bed: “Now get rid of them pants darlin’” he whispered sliding down your zip and moving your jeans down your legs. You tried to stand up to take your pants off, but you fell on the bed again: “Oh my God…I’m really a mess…”
He laughed sweetly, he grabbed the jeans and he helped you out of them. You giggled a little, feeling his hands moving on your body. He slipped the pajama on you, like he was helping a little girl and he whispered sweet things in your ear at the same time: “Now just lay back darlin’ and lemme take care of ya!”
“What would I do without you?” you asked.
He replied as he lay down beside you, holding you close to him: “I dunno, but I gotta admit, I like it when ya need me…”
You embraced your pillow as he caressed your back. He pulled you closer and he nuzzled his face into your neck: “I ain’t never gonna let anyone hurt ya…just stay right here in my arms…” he cuddled you up and he squeezed you in a loving embrace, gently stroking your hair.
“I’m sorry I drank so much…”
He rubbed your hand: “It’s alright…I don’t mind takin’ care of ya!”
“Thank you, you’re too much…I’m so lucky to have you…” you smiled.
“Don’t thank me darlin’…ya deserve all of this…” he kissed you again and you kissed him back. The kisses lead to more kisses, as he trailed kisses all down your neck. His hands roamed freely over your body, as he ran his fingers up and down. Then he gently kissed your forehead “Night baby…I love ya”
You closed your eyes and you gently fell asleep in his arms.
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You had me going crazy with pick up the phone, specifically with the “mine, all mine” line. I was hoping to request how it would be with Tom, and having to deal with all his followers. Surely he expects them to treat you with the utmost reverence. Just wanna know your thoughts~
UGH OH MY GOD WHERE DO I EVEN START WITH TOM ☹️☝️
First of all I wholeheartedly believe he would not want to introduce you into that lifestyle. His followers do not know about you, and you do not know about his plans.
I am a firm and strong believer that Tom does not love, he only obsesses. You are an obsession to him, and as such he would not want to do something that could risk losing you. So if you really want to believe so, you could say it comes from a place of care. Mainly however it’s because if he loses you he risks having a weakness - someone who’s seen a (barely) softer side of him.
I think one of the things Tom would fall for is intelligence. Before we get into the whole debate of “what is knowledge” (my love for philosophy is coming through) , it’s not literally academic capability. Moreso, someone who is socially observant . They may not need to act on it but that have an uncanny knack for getting people to do what you want/getting on with people. That’s a huge asset to him and would most likely be the very first thing that drives him to getting close to you.
Love can manifest in many different ways, and obsession can too. I think there are many cases where they manifest in the same form, and that’s what Tom has for you.
As much as it pains me to say this there is probably only a very very specific type of person who can get Tom to as close as one can get to “loving you”. And at that point, it’s a whole new story.
Tom would resent you for it. He’d be so disgustingly angry at the idea of you making him love (or at least close to it) , making him be weak (because to love is to be weak, undoubtedly) that he would avoid you. He wouldn’t talk to you, he’d lash out, he’d lose his composure . That would make him all the more desperate for you, and so he’d end up coming back. Sort of like a “I hate loving you” type situation.
It’s essentially my fics “ Foolish, foolish thing” and “forgotten once again”
Ok now if we ignore my rambling, how would it be dealing with his followers?
I wholeheartedly believe it’s a “they don’t speak unless you command it” type thing. On the very rare and seldom occasion that you make an appearance, everyone is expected to keep their heads down. They cannot, and do not deserve, to look at you. If you are to speak, they dare not interrupt. They do not speak a word against you.
I see one sort of thing that kind of shocked everyone into not uttering a word of disrespect going like so:
Telmont frowns as he sits at the table, moving to interject. Carrow places a hand on his forearm, a warning to not interrupt Riddle in his already agitated state.
But, he chose not to heed the warning, and was doomed to pay the price.
“My lord, surely you cannot be suggesting we postpone the raid? Macnair confirmed that the only day the ministry would remove some of the heavy restrictions on the department of confiscated artefacts would be the day the French minister of magic was to visit! Otherwise it would be near impossible to enter without detection.” Telmont objects, and an almost deafening silence falls over the room.
It all of a sudden feels far too suffocating, and Carrow can only pray Telmont has enough sense not to probe further.
“Are you suggesting we do not possess the capabilities to carry out such an operation?” Tom says, turning to Telmont with an eerily calm voice.
“No my Lord, you are but the most brilliant mind we should ever have! I am merely suggesting that it is best we don’t risk unnecessary casualties for…. well, her.” Telmont stammers, and it is only as he utters those last words that he realises the grave mistake he had made.
It happens far too quickly for anyone to even realise what has happened. Telmont is yanked upwards into the air by some sort of invisible force, body convulsing unnaturally in a way that isn’t human as his face contorts into a look of agony.
“You dare speak of her? You dare disrespect her? I will slaughter every single one of you without second thought if she so asked. Each and every one of you are completely disposable. You dare utter a word about her and I will see to it personally that I strip every nerve from your body till death becomes mercy.” Tom snarls through gritted teeth, whilst everyone watches on in stunned silence.
He flicks his wand to the side harshly, spinning on his heel as he walks off.
“Get out.” He snaps.
Telmont collapses onto the ground in a heap as Tom walks away, and no one dares to move till he has left.
So yes, utter reverence and nothing more. Dare I say he expects them to treat you with more respect than they do with him, which is saying a lot.
I could genuinely write pages on what a relationship with Tom would be like, but for now i’ll just quote some things from the stuff i’ve written that I feel summarise him best:
He feels the rhythmic beating of your heart, and is once again reminded of how easy it would be. To just pierce the damned thing, and not feel this way anymore. To not feel like you were drowning him , yet he also needed you to breathe.
What began as a detached fascination transformed into a possessive need. Tom, driven by an insatiable hunger for control, found satisfaction in manipulating the threads of your existence. Obsession seeped into every crevice of his thoughts. Your every action became a challenge to him, something for him to understand, something he wanted to have control over. His infatuation stemmed from a desire to have control, to claim your very being, to possess you like some sort of artefact in his prized possessions.
In his distorted reality, your existence became an extension of his own, a possession he couldn't bear to lose.
Tom's presence was poison, yet it was also the air you breathed.
It wasn't love as the poets wrote or the philosophers pondered. Yet, in its ugliness, it was the only reality you knew.
Like a serpent, his embrace constricts around you, possessive and suffocating. You lean into him, feeling the coldness of his touch seep into your skin. It's oddly warming though, as paradoxical as it seemed.
His love for you (if you could class it as that) lingered in the spaces between your heartbeat, intertwining so seamlessly with your essence that to let go of him would be to unravel the very fabric of who you've become.
I hope you enjoyed this unsolicited tangent that came from a single question 💀💀
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"I go along with Hell as far as I can"
-> not only do we see that the sole reason Crowley does good things is that he wants to actually help people, risking torture and probably even worse to do it, but he tells us so himself. He's a quiet quitter and always tries to get away doing the bare minimum like tweaking reports to head office, the Arrangement, and taking credit for evil stuff humanity does, but the good things he does (the ones he does by going against direct orders included) aren't to spite hell but because he's good and wants to help/save/protect people. It's canon, it's shown and told us. You're not going crazy, anon.
As nightgoodomens said, you should start blocking to curate your fandom experience, and in general stay out of the tags. There are still way more people actually seeing the show and the characters like Neil intended us to. Don't let bad faith takes and people blatantly ignoring canon facts get to you <3
Thank you for this anon, I realised I kind of generalised my answer instead of answering the direct question from anon 😅
Some more thoughts:
Crowley is also the one who convinced Aziraphale to save the World in the first place and gave him all the selfish reasons to convince him. Crowley wanted to do it without convincing. People say oh but Crowley is the one who wants to run away at the end - Crowley is the one who faces eternal torture every time something goes wrong to the point he wanted Holy Water (death: whether for people who’d attack him or himself) as insurance - and people are bashing him for having self perseverance when he thinks this is the end? Choosing Alpha Centauri with Aziraphale instead of watching the world burn? He begged Aziraphale to go with him too instead of forgetting about him. Especially taking into consideration that Crowley wasn’t told the whole story because Aziraphale hid it from him, so he thought this is it. Oh but Aziraphale does not runaway - Aziraphale knew more and has never been tortured in his life. He’s been protected by Crowley from the moment he thought he fell for the first time and Crowley refused to take him to Hell. The worst Aziraphale got was a dismissive boss and a shitty note. People really need to start understanding that while both Heaven and Hell suck, they suck significantly in a different way. There is a difference between being stuck in a corpo with shite management that most of us had the experience of, and being stuck in a job that will torture you if you do something wrong.
So the fact that Crowley risks himself constantly for humanity and Aziraphale says a lot about how good he is. So many times he could have chosen the easy way out - just stop doing the good stuff. Be the quiet quitter and do the bare minimum for Hell because he hates it and he isn’t like them and live a sort of chill life. Why risk the peace with doing good stuff? Because he is good.
He fell because he disagreed with the end. He even talks back to God and tells him to stop testing people so much. He cares for humanity. He’s the one who gave people free will. He’s the one who saves them by going against Hell when the Bookshop gets attacked. He went against Satan! He takes care of humans after the attack at the Bookshop. He keeps on taking care and saving Aziraphale and humanity.
Because he’s good.
The major point of the show is to show that nothing is black and white. They literally say it. So Crowley being better and purer as a Demon than all those Angels combined is the highlight of it all.
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mx-loar-tev · 3 months
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Okay but imagine, Regina waking up one morning to a baby crying.
She's confused, why is there a baby in her house? She should be alone, Henry had left months ago.
She investigates the noise and finds the child in Henry's old room, now back to the state his nursery was when Henry was an infant.
She then realises the baby IS Henry. Somehow she got back in time.
After taking care of baby Henry, she goes on research mode, pouring over old grimoires all day.
Around midnight, someone rings at the door.
It's Emma. She looks so young, she's only eighteen after all. She looks harried and can't seem to utter a word. Speech seems to have deserted Regina as well. They look at each other like deers stuck in headlights.
"Emma?"
All the tension seems to leave her at once. "Please tell me that means you remember too."
"You means the futur?"
"yeah."
"Yes I remember. Come on, you look like you could use a drink."
"You have no idea. I woke up this morning in a fricking cell. Good thing it was my last day behind bars and that I had the car. Spent all the money I had in gas."
Regina serves her a drink but Emma just fidgets with the glass.
"You want to see Henry?"
Emma looks terrified but nods anyway.
Regina leads her to the nursery where the baby is sound asleep. Emma is transfixed.
"God he's so small. I missed so much of his life."
Regina knows Emma would like to stay here and live the life she missed, just like Regina would like a do-over and have the chance to correct all her mistakes. But she knows they can't stay here, there could be too many consequences. They need to go back.
Emma stays in the house while they search for a way to undo whatever happened. She stays inside, not wanting to risk changing the past by interacting with the denizens of Storybrook. But staying inside means staying with Henry. Each passing day the thought of leaving the past (and the son she gave up once) is more and more painful.
"How are we even supposed to go back to our time without magic? It's not like we could steal the bottle of love or whatever it is that is inside Maleficent without changing the future."
"You managed to break the curse without magic the first time. We just need to figure out how you did that."
In the end they get nowhere. They resolve to ask for help the last person they want to speak too. After all Rumplestillskin from that time is certainly not the friendliest of man.
"I can't help you to go back to the future. You see, the curse that sent you back in time had a purpose. You need to find what it was to be able to go home."
Emma isn't having any of this crap. "Look Gold. I know you and you're hidden agenda. You're always hiding something. So tell us what it is already."
"Oh you're a feisty one aren't you? Just like your mother. Let me tell you, dearie, magic always comes with a price. What the price would be, I can't decide. Those laws can't be broken, only sometimes bent. I don't make them. You're here to find something and until you do, you're stuck here. If you're not willing to play by the rules, maybe you should make yourself comfortable then."
They go back to the mansion on Milffin feeling dejected. Gold's riddle is not helping. How are you supposed to find something when you don't know what to look for or where to start searching?
Two weeks pass and there's nothing new. Emma has decided she'll enjoy every stollen moment with her son. One afternoon, she's lounging on the sofa, thumbing an old spell book absentmindedly while keeping an eye on Henry squirming on his play mat.
Regina comes home from city hall and goes to pick up the baby for a quick cuddle.
Barely a second later, the ceiling lights come crashing down on the ground where Henry was a moment ago.
Both mothers are in shock and Henry is wailing.
Regina comes to her sense first and starts humming and rocking Henry to calm him down.
Emma is not moving, she's just staring to mother and son and to the shattered lights on the floor.
"I remember that," she says faintly.
"What do you mean?"
"I remember that. When I left Storybrook and you gave me these memories... This, this... I remember that. It was real?"
"Of course it was real. Where do you think those memories came from? It takes a really powerful curse to make up whole backstories. I barely had a minute to give you a past with Henry, so I used my own memories."
"So it was real, all of it?"
"Most of it, yes. I just had to tweak it a little. Your mind adjusted it itself mostly on its own."
Emma cries.
Later that day, they're finishing eating dinner.
"You know, it gives me a different perspective, those memories. I dismissed them back then to the point I've barely been remembering them, but now it's coming back. Parenting, it's hard. I know you probably gave me the good stuff, but the hard times are there too. I think I understand how you two ended up at odds to the point he came looking for me."
"I felt like I was doing everything wrong back then. Well, I did do a lot of things wrong."
"I don't think it was all on you. It was the situation too, you know. The adoption. I remember when I was a kid wondering why I've been abandoned. I remember those not-so-fake memories when Henry had found out I almost gave him up and was mad at me, or when he was asking questions about his dad. You just do your best, but sometimes it's impossible to make things perfect, because that's life and life is not perfect. So yeah, I get it. I get you and Henry."
Regina cries.
Two nights later Emma can't sleep. She tosses and turns but can't find sleep. She gets up and leaves the guestroom to go to the bathroom. She stops short when she hears Regina. She shared a room for enough years to recognise the noises someone makes when they're having a nightmare.
She enters Regina's room, trying to decide if she should try to calm her or wake her up instead. The choice is taken from her when Regina jerks awake, panting and crying.
"Hey, it's Emma. It's okay. You're safe. You're in your room."
She keeps reassuring her and reminding her where she is until Regina's breathing has returned to a normal rhythm.
She asks what she needs, if she wants to go back to sleep of if she wants hot chocolate.
That's how they end up in the couch at three am with steaming mugs of hot chocolate warming their hands.
Regina opens to her that night. It's unexpected for both of them but it feels right somehow.
Regina tells of her childhood, growing under the care of a loving father that was still too weak to protect her from an abusive heartless mother that she still couldn't help but love anyway. She tells of her first love, of the grief of losing him in such a terrible way, how she still see the life leaving his face every time she closes her eyes. She tells of being trapped in a loveless marriage with an indifferent man so old he could have been her father, of the horror of her wedding night with a spouse that believed a wife should submit to her husband in the marital bed. She tells of a girl that felt trapped in a never-ending nightmare, that didn't find another coping mechanism other than making other as miserable as she was feeling. She tells about a strange little man whose offer to help was too good to be true and sincere. She tells of how destruction felt like salvation for a girl that had never known anything but the cold pain of abuse and manipulation.
And Emma is listening. And she understands. She always had an intuition of what Regina's life must have been like, but hearing it is different. This is the cold reality, and Emma knows she was right when she decided to give Regina a second chance all those years ago, when she fought for her happiness because this woman deserves to experience it at least once in her life. She's also proud of Regina for everything she accomplished since they both met.
Emma tells her all of this.
They wake up on the couch the next morning with crooked neck and stiff limbs.
Emma goes to make coffee while Regina checks on Henry. When she's back with the baby, they starts preparing breakfast, they move around the kitchen with enough ease until they both reach for the fridge at the same time. They're so close, faces almost touching. They can't help but stare at the other while a strange electric feeling passes between them.
Then Henry gurgles and the moment is broken. They are awkward around each other now. They eat in silence barely broken by everyday talks, requests of syrup or jam, asks about which one should wash the dish while the other dry them.
Then Regina has to leave for work and Emma is left alone with Henry and her own toughts.
She's feeling bereft.
What happened earlier means something, she's sure of it. She tries to be honnest with herself, to admit what she might have known for a while but ignored. What she feels for Regina is not strictly platonic. The last few weeks spent living with her in the same house, taking care of baby Henry, only confirms that. She dreads going back to the future not only because of loosing this chance to experience Henry's early childhood, but also because she'll miss this domesticity with Regina. They won't keep playing house in the future, they'll go back to their own separate life. Well, not that separate, they'll still be friend, they'll still orbit around each other, but since Henry is grown up, they have less reasons to see each other.
So Emma will go back to a cold appartement, alone since the break up with Killian. She will mourn the loss of what she thought was her happy ending. She doubts those actually exist. Magic, dragons, fairytale characters, sure, it's normal for her now. But happily ever afters? They're myths, hopeful nonsense.
Unless...
Unless she goes for it. Unless she risks everything and confesses her feelings to Regina. Before this trip through time she wouldn't have thought for a second these feelings might be reciprocated, but after these last few weeks? After whatever it was in the kitchen earlier? Maybe there is hope here.
Emma devises a plan then.
Regina comes home earlier than Emma has planned. The mayor seems eager to be back home. Emma hopes it's a good sign for them, but Regina might have just missed Henry. Baby cuddles are addictive after all, and they both knows the are on borrowed time and soon they'll be back to their time.
"What are you up to?" Regina asked curiously.
Emma has been in the middle of her preparations. She has pushed the coffee table away and spread a thick blanket on the floor with a assortment of throw pillows over it.
She has been in the process of arranging decorations on the coffee table that serves as a sort of buffet table. The plates, glasses, silverware and foods were still waiting in the kitchen.
"Hum, we're having an indoor picnic?"
The surprised smile that graces Regina's face tells Emma that the idea was a good one after all. She was starting to feel anxious about it.
"What have you prepared?"
"Tacos. And there's apple cheesecake from your favorite bakery. Also sparkling wine."
Regina looks at her strangely for a moment. Finally she thanks her, her voice suspiciously hoarse. "Thank you, that seems wondeful."
Regina dismisses Emma's complaints that she is the one making this for her so that the mayor shouldn't helping with the preparations. A few minutes later they are lounging on the blanket, sipping the wine while Henry is napping in his basket a few paces away.
They are mostly silent, both of them sensing the charged atmosphere between them.
Finally, Emma breaks the silence. "Am I imagining things? About you? About us?"
"You mean..."
"Yeah."
Regina sighs. "I thought I had no chance in that department. So I kept it to myself."
"How long? How long have you known?"
"For sure? When you became the dark one. But before that... Before Robin."
Emma gapes. So long? There could have been something between them for this long? Her head spins.
There has been Killian though. Emma feels stupid going for him while Regina was right there all this time.
"Do you, do you want... This?"
"Yes. Do you?"
"God, yes."
Tentatively Emma reaches for Regina, caresses her cheek with a gentle hand. Regina closes her eyes, overcome with anticipation. And finally, finally, their lips meet.
Regina opens her eyes.
She's in her bed. Her lips are tingling.
Was it all a dream?
No, it can't be. It was all too real.
In a frenzy, she gets dressed and in minutes she's driving through town. Halfway through the drive to Emma's place she spots the yellow bug.
Both of them stop in the middle of the lane, get out of the cars and rush toward each other.
When they meet, they are breathless.
"You remember?" they both say at the same time.
"Yes, yes, I remember."
They are laughing with relief now, uncaring of the curious looks of passing people.
Wiping tears, Regina is the one offering they go back to the mansion.
They push the coffee table away, throw an afghan on the floor with a few pillows and resume what has been their first date, even if it's now seven am.
"I miss Henry already," admits Emma.
"I miss him too. Both as a baby and as a grown-up."
"I'm glad I had those few weeks. Even if there's nothing left of it."
"Not quite." Emma looks at her, confused. "Let me show you."
Regina opens the ventilation grating in the corner of the room. She plunges her arm deep, looking for something. She takes out an envelope from the opening and offers it to Emma.
Emma takes it with trembling hands.
Inside are a dozen Polaroids. Pictures of her with baby Henry, taken apparently without her noticing.
Emma can't help the tears falling as she looks at each picture with delight.
"Thank you. Thank you."
Emma surges forwards and kisses Regina as if it was the last thing she would do.
"I can't wait for Henry to visit. He needs to see these pictures."
"He always cringes when he sees himself as a baby," Regina laughs. "He started saying he's like fine wine, getting better with time, when he was only six. I don't think he knew what that means then."
"I remember that too," Emma realises. "It's strange, I had almost forgot all of these memories and now they're back in full details. As if experiencing some of them myself made them real and tangible."
She sniffs and shakes her head.
"Maybe that's what I need to find in the past."
"Or maybe it was the magic of the kiss."
"Maybe it was all of it. Everything that happened back then."
"Maybe. Where do we go from here?"
"Forwards?"
"Forwards sounds good."
And they lived happily ever afters.
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Hold Me Without Hurting Me
Chapter 10: Gladiolus and Gemstone memoirs
A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.
Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups
Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, jay comfort, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.
Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)
SERIES MASTERLIST
"So where to today?" You slammed the car door close and adjusted in the familiar seat. "The flower markets. They're a big part of this city and it would be a pity if I didn't show my girlfriend who came all the way from Seoul, why Seattle is called The Flower Garden of America." "Fake girlfriend." You corrected him, a cheeky smile peeking up on your mouth. "Sure sweetheart." Jay shot back a quip, making your heart skip yet another beat. It sure had been skipping too many beats today since you laid your eyes on him.
"So how is Mr Choi by the way after the whole 'slamming him into his own chair' incident?" You quizzed Jay who rolled his eyes at you and pulled out his phone. Scrolling to the end of it, he shoved it into your hands and continued looking out the window, silently grumbling as if he was a sage who had been interrupted midway his meditation.
"He did what?" You basically screamed at Jay, looking at him with widened eyes. Jay recoiled from the sound and pressed his fingers to his ears dramatically. "He fucking forgave you? That easily?" You squealed like an excited child at Jay, bouncing up and down on the seat. "Keep screaming like that and I'll stuff your face with manure." Jay glared at you. "Oh really?" You raised an eyebrow, "Really Mr Dung?" You laughed hysterically. "Yah that was twelve years ago!" Jay looked at you, flabbergasted, "One time Y/Nnie. One time!" He raised a finger to increase the effect. "Y/Nnie?" You questioned, "What happened to addressing each other by our actual names?" "Caught in the moment darling." Jay adjusted his watch again. God he was attractive when he did that. "Oh we're here."
Jay stepped out the car door first before you could and swiftly moved across to open yours. Something felt like it burst in your heart, seeing Jay open the door for you, just like he always used to do.
"Ta da." Jay said, underwhelming tone beseeching his voice. Your world seemed to have stopped for a moment as you layed your eyes on the sights in front of you. Your mother had always said that flowers were how God decorated Earth. You never believed that theory but you were coming to the realisation now that she was right.
Flowers.
Hundreds of thousands of flowers decorating every nook and cranny of the earth in front you. It was a beautiful panorama of colours and textures and happy faces, heads decorated with straw hats, women dressed in pretty dresses which reached their knee, while the men preferred blue overalls. The prettiest sight ever, in your opinion. The air around you gave a pleasant scent, probably of the tons of sage leaves burning here and there.
"Like it, my yarrow?" Jay looked at you with uncertainty. Your face must have been one of eager awe, but you were far too engrossed in staring at all the flowers like a child scanning a candy store.
"It's so beautiful." You breathed out finally, feeling a lump form in your throat, not caring whether it was of sadness or just of pure wonder. "I knew you'd like it." Jay chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. He didn't say it out loud, but he felt comfort, when you didn't flinch at his touch like you usually did. Progress, he thought.
"Anyway we're not here to buy flowers, we're here to plant them." "Say sike right now." You looked at Jay with an excited expression clouding your face. Adorable, Jay thought, the same adorable flower girl he knew. "Calm down Persephone." Jay chuckled, "Oh look there's our teacher." He raised his hand and waved frantically at someone in the corner. You saw a hand wave back, and a figure rushing towards you.
A woman, a pretty one at that.
Her skin was one of chestnut trees and leaves in autumn. With hair that shone so brightly in the afternoon sun, she looked like a Greek goddess.
"Mr Park!" She said jovialy, her deep voice surprising you. Jay shook her hand and pressed a small peck to her cheek, making your stomach turn. "It's so nice to finally have you and your girlfriend here!" She clapped her hands together excitedly, "Well don't just stand there come on the plants aren't gonna plant themselves!" With that she turned on her heel and marched into the market.
"Shall we go darling?" Jay said in a honey sweet voice, "Y-yeah" you stuttered out, still intoxicated by his cologne. It smelled like pine wood and honeycomb on a pleasant evening sky.
The market place was more prettier inside than out. Lines of flower shops selling one particular flower were all busy with women bargaining loudly and sniffing all the flowers to check if they were fresh or not. One thing that surprised you was the fact that everyone here seemed to know Jay, as they waved their hands happily with 'Good morning Mr Park!" coming out of everyone's tongue like a memorised script.
"Are you famous here or something?" You questioned Jay as an old woman selling pink camellias blew a sprightly kiss to him. "Well yeah I am the person who started this place." Jay casually responded, not taking his eyes off of all the flowers, as if he was inspecting them, "I think it's fair for everyone to know who gave them this heaven." "You started this?" A whisper rang out of your mouth, as you looked at him in disbelief. It felt like a sweet lie, for him to start this place.
"Hurry up Mr Park we don't want to keep the flowers waiting now!" The woman called out to the both of you. You had crossed most of the market place and had now reached what seemed like miniature greenhouses, not bigger than a one story house, coloured in hues of blue with bright flowers peeking out here and there.
Planting flowers, you thought, easy enough, for the daughter of a gardening expert.
"Now would both of you want to work in the same greenhouse then?" The woman questioned, snapping her bright eyes to you, which you were taken aback by. You glanced at Jay, who seemed to have done the same thing and turned back to the woman. "Yes we would." You replied shooting her a wide smile, "Perhaps Gladiolus? I noticed there were bags of those flowers lined up outside one of the greenhouses." The woman laughed heartily and led you over to the greenhouse where you had seen the bags. "You certainly have a good eye Mrs Park." She said, making your stomach leap into butterflies at 'Mrs Park'. She didn't seem to know your last name, so she resorted to calling you Jay's. "You know Gladiolus has a very special meaning behind it." The woman started, carefully lifting the bags and carrying it into the greenhouse. "It means victory right?" You followed her eagerly like a child, Jay trailing behind you. "Ah I see you know your flowers." The woman chuckled, "It's known as the flower of the ancient Gladiators. It is mostly rewarded for integrity and strength and as you said, victory."
"I think we can take it from here Sally thanks." Jay bowed to the woman. Sally, so that's her name, you thought. Sally bowed back to Jay and quickly scampered out of the greenhouse, leaving you and Jay alone.
"Should we get a start then?" Jay stepped forward to you, as you knelt down to check the soil. The soil was softer than it looked, with a lingering grainy texture. "This is really good soil." You commented, keeping your hand on the ground to stand up. What you hadn't expected was to accidentally bump into Jay's chest and have his arm wrap very tightly around your waist.
Oh crap, this can't get any worse, you thought.
It seemed like eternity in those few seconds that your eyes bored into Jay's. His arm still rested on your waist, preventing you from falling to the ground. Romantic right?
"Oh sorry." You apologised, feeling your ears turn warm. Jay cleared his throat awkwardly and pointed his head towards your right. "I was gonna get those gloves behind you." He mumbled sheepishly, looking at the ground, "sorry."
You had always been a fan of k dramas, especially the romantic ones, where the lead female character would accidentally bump into the male character and then they would frantically apologise, when their faces would be an inch close to each other and their stomachs would erupt into butterflies. It never really seemed plausible to you, until now, as you watched Jay get the black gloves and hand a pair to you, carefully taking off his watch and putting it in his pocket. If your guardian angel was watching you right now, she would have definetly told you that you were still stuck in your stupid teenage love sick phase.
"Alright wanna do this then?" Jay clapped his gloved hands together and kneeled down, carefully reaching to take a gladiolus out of the bag. "Jay wait no!" You cried, kneeling down quickly, making Jay stop and look at you with widened eyes. "What now?" "The roots idiot." You slapped his head gently and reached to get a watercan. You slowly poured the water into the mud surrounding the gladiolus and then poked holes in it.
"Gladiolus is a special type of flower, remember?" You lifted the flower into your hands and patted it down to the soft earth below you, "Always needs water before it gets food."
Jay was speechless. As he looked on at you gently tapping the earth and adjusting the pretty gladiolus flower into the soil, your hair falling onto your face, and your necklace dangling like a wild flower from your neck, he was completely without words. You looked exactly like the flower obsessed girl he knew fifteen years ago.
"Hey your dress is gonna get spoilt." Jay softly mumbled, as his eyes fell upon what colour of dress you were currently wearing. White, a stupid choice, he thought, a stupid choice for someone who already looked like an angel. "It's alright." You gently hummed, "It washes off easily."
"Well if it washes off easily then-" Jay smirked at you, and picked up a handful of mud in his hand, "Can I do this!" He flung the mud at your dress and flung back, holding his stomach as he laughed raucously. You looked down at your, now brown dress and glared at him, scooping up a handful of mad and throwing it at his white pants.
"YAH MY PANTS!" Jay screamed, frantically rubbing the mud off. "You ruined my dress!" You screamed back, picking up another cake of mud and throwing it at him. "It doesn't wash off Y/N!" Jay cried in between fits of joyous laughter as both of you had a mini war of throwing mud at each other.
By the end of the war, in which many white clothes were lost, you two slumped back against the greenhouse wall, panting and giggling from all the childish actions.
"Sally's gonna be real mad that we didn't do anything productive and just played around like children." "Oh so what? We had fun didn't we?" Jay giggled, getting up slowly and extending a hand to you, which you took gratefully and hoisted yourself up.
"Wanna explore the market a bit? Buy some flowers?" Jay offered, depositing his gloves before putting his watch back on. "Sure." You nodded, keeping your own gloves aside, "I wonder what Jungwon and Kayla are doing."
"Oh they're having ice cream together and exploring Seattle." Jay quipped to which you looked at him bewildered as to how he knew what your assistants were doing. "What? Kayla's a nervous wreck she keeps texting me frantically about how handsome your assistant is."
A giggle erupted out of your mouth at Jay's statement to which he chuckled in respond. It made your heart a bit sad, to hear two people doing all the things you used to do with a certain someone. Young love again isn't it?
"Do you want to go off and explore on your own?" Jay questioned, "I gotta go check the money buisness with Sally." You hummed in response to Jay's offer and smiled him goodbye as he went off in the other direction.
The honeycomb scent of the air seemed beautiful as you took a deep breath. It was almost evening now and as you had expected, tiny dragonflies flew in and out of the pretty painting of the atmosphere.
"Ah you're Mr Park's girlfriend aren't you?" An old lady approached you. She reminded you of your mother, hair tied tightly in a bun, an apron stained with dirt probably from experimenting with flowers, and fingers are marked with scars from thorns. "How did you know?" You asked to which the old lady laughed. "Ah our Jay talks about you all the time you know? He showed me your picture once!" The lady laughed again, "you're more prettier in real life I must say!"
You smiled widely at her compliment and bowed, thanking her. She had a piece of gardenia in her hair, which brought her face to life. "You are really pretty as well Ma'am." You said, to which she pressed her hand to her heart. "You're such a sweetheart aren't you? I can see why Jay fell for you." She winked at you.
You spotted Jay coming in behind her and waved to him. "Ah Jay!" The old grandma tottered over to him. Jay extended his arms widely and pulled her into a big hug. "How are you grandma?" Jay said, as the old woman kissed his cheek. "Ah I'm doing as I always do." She waved her hand, "you should have told me you were going to bring your girlfriend here! I would have whipped up something!" Jay laughed at the old lady's words, which melted your heart into pieces. His laughs sounded like the same melody you had relished for seventeen years.
"How did the money talk go then?" You questioned Jay as you gently stroked the flowers in your hands. "They're doing good as always." Jay hummed, not looking up at you, fiddling with his fingers. "Interesting choice for a bouquet Jay." You glanced at him, seeing that he had finally looked up at you. "What's wrong with them?" He quizzed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh come one now don't pretend." You rolled your eyes, "Blue salvia, sorrel and dwarf sunflowers." You counted the flowers in the bouquet, "Everything here screams adoration." You leaned closer to him, "Are you trying to tell your ex best friend that you love her?" Jay gasped dramatically to your words and crossed his arms, "as if I could ever love your dumbass." "Yah park Jongsoeng." You slapped his arm, "Don't forget who got you your first date in eight grade."
Jay smiled gently at you and turned his body towards yours, the mere five inches of bouquet separating both of you. "Well your highness who I am ever so grateful for, for getting me a date when I was thirteen mind you-" Jay said sarcastically, "- We have a party to attend tomorrow, so our deal might be ending sooner than we thought."
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Okay, last one, I promise - and no need to answer ANY of these, obviously. I'm just in the mood to be annoying today. 🙈💕
Top 5 KinnPorsche scenes - WITH and WITHOUT VP (because I think the latter would be really interesting) 👀
BLESS YOU FOR THAT, YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL (and you are not annoying AT ALL 💕💕💕)
Top 5 VP scenes
Ep 12 hedgehog funeral + sex scene
I meeeeean. I mean. I mean!!!!!!! When is a monster not a monster? When you see him utterly broken sobbing over his dead pet and your catastrophic empathy instinct kicks in because you see yourself in him and him in you and you KNOW this will backfire but need NEED to go back anyway and it NEEDS to be your choice and it KEEPS being your choice and kissing him is your choice and fucking him is your choice and offering up your wrists is your choice and you fucking SMILE because for once you got everything you wanted and for just a minute the whole world falls into its proper place.
Ep 13 break-up scene
My beloved. This is legit one of my favourite scenes in any piece of media, ever. It enraptures me. It's every terrible, beautiful, instinctual decision that they've made together being CRUSHED by the world outside their safehouse/prison/escape/condemnation and exploding in their faces. It is everything to me. It's inevitable. And so necessary even though it hurts like hell.
Ep 13 alleyway scene
THE DRAMA. Vegas with his prince hair pulling his One Move. Pete with the cigarette and the realisation and the gun. They both look so insanely good sorry for being shallow. But GOD. "Don't you want me to disappear?" "Shoot me!" "I don't think you can. And you know why." like ugh UGH it's the PEAK of fucked up romance! Vegas risking it all on Pete feeling the same and not caring if he loses his life on that bet, Pete unable to even speak in response but just breaking down in Vegas's arms because he can't and he knows.
Ep 14 pool scene
Okay now obviously this one is also everything to me. It's... yeah. This scene was to my brain what a magnet is to a VHS tape. I lost the ability to form coherent thoughts for multiple days. I still can't adequately express everything this scene means to me. It's a masterclass in writing and character work and ACTING!!!! Like with anyone else this scene could have failed massively but instead we got CINEMA. My favourite, most unhinged viewing experience of my entire life. Maybe if I loved it less I might be able to talk about it more.
Ep 14 epilogue
THE SOFT EPILOGUE THEY DESERVE. Their lives have beaten them down into the dirt, they've nearly lost their humanity entirely, they barely know how to be people and yet. They find each other. They choose each other. They live for each other. And they get happiness as a reward, and a family they will keep choosing again and again and again.
I could have picked so many other scenes, literally any of their scenes! But 12-14 really is just hit after hit of some of the best television ever created so. holy shit there's a whole other half to this ask OOPS- Top 5 KP scenes (no VP)
Ep 1 Porsche and Chay
Porsche wiping his tears away and hugging his little brother is what sold me on his character and really the entire show.
Ep 5 Porsche breaking down in the bathroom
Talk about a masterclass in acting. Phenomenal.
Ep 6 final scene
All the lead up too. Kinn apologising, Porsche deliberately failing rock paper scissors, Kinn's speech when they escape, Porsche running back to kiss him. GORGEOUS.
Ep 10 warehouse scene
Oh I live for gloves-off Vegas. And the horriblest little man Tawan. Sleeveless Kim. Big's sacrifice.
Ep 14 office scene
I'm being soooo good and not counting this as a VP scene but like. Oh I love it. Namphueng reveal, "you're just as bad as papa was", "the truth that Namphueng is-", Vegas surrounded by a halo of guns, Korn at his most menacing, "I can't keep betraying my feelings", the look between Porsche and Pete, I-. I love it. There's just so much to keep coming back to.
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