#alan giving babe pills

[queersouthasian]

The way Charlie closed his eyes before crashing his car, the way babe's eyes are still red and he is still zoned out, eating less and enraged, the way Charlie is devastated when he asks Jeff "Is babe very sad?", it may come off as a stupid question until you study his expressions, HIS EYES are pleading, begging jeef to say that babe is fine, that's why when jeff says the obvious, there we see grief and GUILT, the way Charlie is ready to be a test subject to unknown drugs just so the senses no longer remain so that BABE is safe, the way CHARLIE GETS OVERPROTECTIVE in the preview after finding those babe related pictures, the way Charlie was so pale and injured but he did all of that just for babe. Charlie sweetheart, he loves you sm, he is not sad, he is devastated, he will never get over you sweetheart, he loves and cares about you sm, please go back to him. Save him, again pls.

#lgbtq #alan giving babe pills #reminded me of charlie taking care of babe #without even being told so #babe's red eyes #determination to take down tony #he is ready to do everything #it's the way babe had always made sure #charlie knows he absolutely hates the idea #of him dieing #so we see guilt #extreme guilt #no one #AND I REPEAT NO ONE #CAN BE THEM #they are my everything #pit babe the series #charlie x babe

[itsmelb]

Sometimes, I wish I could watch my fav BLs for the first time again...just remember the moment when:

Porsche saved Kinn behind Hum Bar. He's wearing his old Chucks while Kinn is wearing my fav ombre suit. They ride the motorbike and Porsche aka Jom steals Kinns watch... epic.

Kim kills those mfers in the Bar while Chay plays the video game. After that Kim sits on the fire escape and smokes. Hot. Also the Wdys video sequence. Traumatised us all. Yah. Epic.

Vegas torturing that one gang member and puts on that cover suit thingy. His face is full of blood drops and he smiles. Shit went and will go down. This character will hunt me I swear.

Cher kneels in front of Boss Gun and asks him to be his faen. Boss kisses him enthusiastically on the cheeks and the mouth. I love my idiots sm.

Mew knows about Tops car adventure with Boston. But he seduces Top (like how hot is Book here omg) and the plays the audio. Omg. That was acting in its finest form!!

Pat and Pran stand on the room top and Pat tells Pran he can't be friends with him. They kiss so desperately I swear best roof top kiss in the history of Aofs roof top kisses. Wow. Speechless.

Mhok and Day are sitting between the mountains. Day looses his sight. They both cry because Mhok is the last image he saw.

Palm lost his mom. He and Nueng are in that shitty motel room. Palm is drunk and Nueng gave him some pills in his beer. They dance and kiss. Palm is sad and it's all so shitty. In that night Nueng leaves.

Gun and Tinn are backstage. Tinn cleans Guns face with the cotton pad (Nivea ad) and he tells him how good he has done the performances on stage. Gun nearly cries.

Zo opens the door again after he teased Joke. He pulls him in and they kiss like they're starving.

Alan and Jeff are rollerskating and Alan nearly falls. Jeff catches him. They talk. Alan gives him the bracelet with the A. He has the one with the J on and then they make love at home.

Charlie is dead. And Babe mourns. Oww. Pavel did so great.

Heart cries because his mother won't learn the sign language for him. Li Ming is there and holds him while he cries.

Wen and Jim kiss on the sofa. They are finally boyfriends after shit went down. Because Alan was still in love with Wen and Kaipa with Jim. Alan and Kaipa have a dinner at the chicken stall.

Prapai comforts Sky after he tells him about his traumatic experience. They are both crying.

Just to name a few 😉

#kinnporsche #kimchay #vegas theerapanyakul #guncher #topmew #patpran #mhokday #palmnueng #tinngun #jokezo #jimwen #alangaipa #alanjeff #charliebabe #heartliming #prapaisky #bl series #my personal rambles

[the-bl-road]

Not A True Alpha Chapter 1 - Pit Babe Fiction

Characters: Reader, Alan, North, Sonic

Summary: In an environment full of Alphas, you had no choice but to suppress yourself and become one.

A/N: please refrain from getting to close to the blurred line between characters and actors.

Cross posted on AO3

Working in an environment where the surrounding people are just as passionate about your work as you are, was considered a bonus at any time of your life. Working in a garage dominated by Alphas on the other hand, was a totally different ball game…

Growing up, you never really minded anyone’s secondary gender, but that all changed when you presented. Along with this change, you also presented with a sweet but subtle scent, which was close to a mix of vanilla and sweet oranges; even with the subtlety, it attracted the wrong kind of attention anytime you were out of the house. Alphas that you came across would give you looks, with their eyes wide and their mouth in an eerie grin, and any Omegas would whisper warnings for you to stay clear. 

Not only that, but after almost a year of presenting, you had developed a power. The power had come so suddenly, that it blinded you every time you accidentally triggered it by being near anyone you had a close relationship with. All of these snowballed into a big snowman of anxiety, to a point where you didn’t feel safe enough to step outside, let alone see anyone you knew. 

Until one day, you came across suppressants.

Hours went by as you did all the research you could, to make sure that suppressants were what you needed and what you’ve been looking for this entire time. Your heart skipped a beat when you read that a particular suppressant could also suppress your powers too; it was like all your problems have been answered with this one tiny pill. Without much thinking, you got in contact with the company that was selling it and it wasn’t many days after that, your first batch was delivered. 

Looking back now, it’s been ten years since you started the suppressants. Despite the regular warnings from professionals about not being on them for too long, you managed to time things perfectly so that you had a period in between months or years, to take yourself off the pills before starting back on them again. So far your planning has worked as well as you had hoped it would. 

With the upcoming racing season looming above them, everyone’s schedule was full of things that needed to be done before the first race even began. From the driver’s needing to get in extra practice around the track, to the mechanics making sure that all the cars were in mint condition, it was a madhouse to say the least. 

As one of the main mechanics in the garage, your responsibility was also piled on. On top of following orders and schedules from the head mechanic, you also had to help ensure that everyone else was also keeping to their time frames and with the drivers throwing more jobs at you to bring their car up to speed, you wondered just how your brain hasn’t fallen apart already. 

It had been another long day and you were walking towards one of the cars when you heard a conversation in passing;

“P’Alan must’ve got new car sprays, I can smell the vanilla smell…” 

“I was in the kitchen and I could smell oranges…. Now I’m craving oranges…"

You didn’t think anything of it, just a random conversation you happened to overhear, but boy did you miss that big cue. You dove your head down to check over the engine of the car as you had previously done, and got immersed back into work. It didn’t take long before your vision started to blur and a sharp piercing headache came on, as your ears ring at a high pitch, almost blocking all the noise around you. You dropped the tool that was in your hand with a loud clang to the floor, then banged your head on the hood of the car as you unconsciously shuffled backwards. 

This is not happening….not now, it’s early. How could I not see the signs?!

Your heart felt like it was beating faster than it should be and the blinding headache was the trigger to your powers coming back in full force. 

‘This car is running smoothly, and at a high speed, but why does it feel like something is still not right?!’

‘I trust that the guys will get everything done in time - what’s going on?’

‘This is going to be great content for our next video!’

‘If I beat P’Babe today, I might just get a reward!’

‘With the wind like this, I need to be careful about when I brake for corners…’

Alan was in his office when he heard the commotion outside, and he got up to see what was going on but one of the mechanics beat him to it as they ran into his office. 

“P’Alan! Something’s wrong with Spark!” the mechanic had exclaimed as he came to a stop. (Spark being the nickname everyone had given you, after your first fix almost ended in flames). Alan sprinted out of his office as quick as he could, but as soon as he reached the workshop floor, you had bolted out the back door, towards the race track. 

North and Sonic, who were by the race track, saw you running for your life towards the open track and they were confused as to what you were doing, until they saw Alan chasing after you. 

“SPARK!”

“P’Alan, what’s going on?!”

“I-I don’t know,” he sighed as he gave up the chase and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. 

Your power overtook your thinking and with all these thoughts being so loud, you didn’t even know where your feet were taking you. After what felt like forever, your body decided it’s had enough of running and just ended up collapsing on the patch of grass in the middle of the track, before you curled up to try and hide from everything and everyone. 

But no matter how small you made yourself to be, your power was currently too strong to control, which was a side effect of taking the suppressants for too long. You were too complacent with this cycle and you didn’t quite plan your break as thoroughly as you normally would have. Now it was causing a big disruption for everything. 

‘Spark… where are you?’

‘Couldn’t have gone far, I can follow the scent…’

#pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe fiction

[jessiesgirl0702]

Damn These Dreams

Part 2 When the sun started to peak through their bedroom window, Chris slightly nudged Amber to get her attention from the television. "It's daylight." "I see that, and neither of us have been to sleep." "I know, but I thank you for staying up with me, baby." Amber smiled a small smile, and Chris leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Babe, you need to get help.." "I'm fine, honey, I promise." "No, you're not; I watched you fidget with your hands, and hold me close. You need help, and I personally cannot give you the help you need." "I just need a sleep-aid, and I'll be good as new." Amber rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I doubt that that's all you need. I think something is going on in your head, but you don't want to tell me." Chris sighed, knowing Amber was right, he just didn't want to admit it. "Okay, fine, you win." Amber smiled to herself, happy he gave into her, for the first time in forever. "Will you tell me what they are, and maybe when they started?" Chris tensed up, not really ready to open up about any of the nightmares. "They started after you told me about the miscarriage.." Amber dropped her head, not sure what to say or do; she just wrapped him in a hug, hoping to take everything away. "I'm sorry..." "Why? It's not your fault, baby." Chris grabbed Amber's face, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. "I don't want you to ever think this is your fault, because it's not." "How isn't it? If I hadn't had the miscarriage, you wouldn't be in this situation." "I know, but, you can't help when that happens." Amber nodded, trying to hold the tears back. "Hey, stop, okay? It's fine, I'm fine, you're fine." Amber sighed, knowing that he was just trying to make her feel better. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Amber Nicole. You're my everything, and if I lost you, and our baby survived, I don't know if I'd be able to do it. I don't know what I would do if I lost both of you." Amber looked up at Chris, slightly confused about what he was talking about. "Huh?" "My dreams; they were you carried the baby for the full term, and I either lost you, the baby, or both of you. That's why I haven't been sleeping, because every time I would close my eyes, all I would see is you, lying there, lifeless; I'd be holding our baby, and then they'd rush me out because you were slipping away." Amber's heart sunk when Chris told her that; she couldn't help but let the tears roll down her cheeks, because she knew that she was the root of his nightmares. Chris held her tight, trying to put her broken pieces back together; he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, hoping that she wouldn't hate him for telling her, let alone for having the dreams in general. "I'm sorry baby.." Amber looked up at Chris for the first time in several minutes, slightly confused. "Why?" "For having the dreams, for staying up because I'm afraid of the dreams, for keeping you up, just for everything, especially being a fuck up." Amber grabbed Chris' face, making him focus on her, rather than his hands. "You are NOT a fuck up, and you most definitely do not have to be sorry for having the dreams. It happens, and yes, it sucks, but it's happening, so we just have to deal with it. I love you with all my being, and I will never stop loving you; you are my person, Christopher Alan." Chris smiled slightly, so thankful that he has an amazing wife that puts up with his nonsense. "I think it's a good thing we don't have to do anything today, mister." Amber peeled her eyes from the television; to her surprise, Chris was lying down, semi peacefully sleeping. She was thankful that he could at least get some rest, but she knew that this was going to be a long road of recovery. Amber grabbed her phone, texting Kevin, asking a huge favor. "Hey, do you think you could get ahold of some sleeping pills for Chris? He should probably be seen, to get some prescription medicine, but for now, over the counter stuff will work." Amber never received a reply from Kevin, before she fell asleep, with Chris, but to her surprise, there were several bottles of sleep-aids in their mailbox, with a note. "Hey, I didn't know which one to get, so I just grabbed a few. I hope things get better for him. Good luck!" Amber silently thanked Kevin for the medicine, and took it inside, hiding it from Chris, until it came time for him to take it; Chris made his way downstairs, slightly confused as to why Amber wasn't in bed anymore. "Hey, what are you doing down here?" Amber turned, slightly startled. "Oh jeez, you scared the crap out of me! I was just getting ready to get you up so we could grab something to eat." Chris placed his hands on his hips, trying to be sassy. "But that still doesn't answer why you're down here, and weren't in bed with me." Amber chuckled a little bit, before answering him. "I couldn't sleep very long, and I don't know why. I fee fine; I'm more concerned about you getting rest than me." Chris smiled a bit, and wrapped Amber in a hug. "Thank you for everything you've done for me. It means more than I can ever explain." Amber rested her head on his chest, and smiled to herself. "I do it because I love you, babe. I'd be lost without you, and I just want the best for you." It was Chris' turn to smile; he lifted Amber's chin up, pressing a kiss to her lips. "You're the best one a man could ask for." - Feedback is always welcome! Leave ideas for future parts or other fics!

#Chris Young #jessiesgirl0702 #fanfic