#but because i need to scream about the vegas shots

[mrsquill]

Self-care is staying up till 1am giggling and kicking my feet and reading my favourite sexy one-shot Joel Miller fics

Droppig my recs below because if people haven’t already read them… they’re missing the fuck OUT. (Also praying these authors add more to these stories because. Reasons.)

I Know It When I See It… I needed a personal time out after I read this. Then I went back and read it again. And again. And again. Joel Miller is a porn star in 1976 and reader is paired with him for her first scene. So, yeah. Why are you still reading this? YOU SHOULD BE READING THAT. It’s filthy, vintage, breathtaking and beyond the realms of anything I could cope with. Sensational writing. A++++ @bageldaddy, you knew what you were doing.

His Favourite Girl. Anyone who has a fantasy about Joel Miller being your guitar teacher, look no fucking further. Bea has you COVERED. Gorgeous, generous descriptions of Joel and the fingers that have us in a chokehold. We are reader, she is us. The whole thing is a sensational tease and I love Bea for it. I ate it up and I want MORE. Naughty, addictive and beautifully written. Nails were hit on the HEAD by my love @cupofjoel

(Re)union with Elvis. Now, this isn’t Joel. It’s Javi, my sweet beloved. (But I beg you check out Sam’s Joel content, your own fault if you don’t). This is going on here howeverrr because it’s one of my FAVOURITE one shot stories of all time. I am a sucker for Javi smut and this, paired with old school flames and getting drunk in Vegas? I knew I was gonna love it. AND I DID. Sam crafted this so stunningly from start to finish. Just so hot and full of heart and I’ll never forget it. @tieronecrush

This One Thing You Did.. Whew. Living out a fantasy of fucking Joel in a club bathroom in 2002?! I felt like this was written for me, as someone who loves that song so damn much lmao. This is so sexy and carefree and downright dirty. The kinda fic that makes you scream THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE. Reader in this fic is really that fucking girl and I love her. 10/10, as all of Cat’s works are. @joelscruff

#i love doing these sorry lmao #and I WONT BE STOPPED #I SHANT #self care sessions #joel miller fic #joel miller #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 03

"I'm not a serial killer he says.." "To be fair, I said I wasn't a stalker."

FRIDAY, 11:00PM (TW: Drug-use)

The place looked a little worse for wear but still very livable. A lot of decently priced places in the area were about the same. People hung outside, in the hallways and just sort of congregated from apartment to apartment like a college dorm.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Clyde left the door wide open for whoever to come and go. Y/n took in the general state of the apartment and chuckled catching his attention.

"Hey...no judgements. I'm a man. Men live like this." Clyde defended.

"Yeah? I didn't realize men didn't own a trashcan...or a laundry basket." Y/n held up some random boxers resting on the coffee table. Clyde had spun around with a shotgun pointed at her making her freeze.

"You were saying?" Clyde teased.

"I'm not a serial killer he says...and yet here he is holding me at gunpoint." Y/n carefully placed his underwear on the barrel of the gun.

"To be fair, I said I wasn't a stalker." Clyde corrected flicking the underwear off the gun.

"Damn...well you got me there." Y/n put her hands up sheepishly and Clyde smirked.

"Does that make you scared?" Clyde might be a lot of things but scary wasn't one of them.

"Is that what you're trying to do? Scare me?" Y/n stepped towards the end of the rifle and Clyde's eyebrow went up.

"Not particularly." Clyde shifted. Y/n took the end of the shotgun into her hand and appeared to be inspecting it.

"Good because I don't scare easy." Y/n turned back towards the couch and plopped down, taking her jacket off and tossing her bag on the floor. Clyde lowered the gun and laughed.

"Oh yeah? What does scare you then?" Clyde plopped down in a chair facing her.

"You first." Y/n challenged.

"Easy. Goats." Clyde's quick answer with his very serious face made y/n snort out a laugh.

"Goats? Why the hell are you afraid of goats?" She tried to say without crying laughing.

"They're aggressive little fuckers who like to head butt, scale fucking mountains and scream in your face. They're like kids on crack. They're the fucking worst." Clyde explained pulling his phone out and showing y/n a clip of a goat climbing on the side of a mountain awkwardly.

"That...that is pretty startling to say the least. Goats...cannot be trusted." Y/n shook her head trying to rationalize Clyde's fear but in all her years in Nevada, she's never even seen a goat.

"Your turn. What scares you? Clearly not guns." Clyde pointed out.

"This is Vegas. If you haven't been held at gunpoint, can you even call yourself a resident?" Y/n shrugged.

"That's actually super true. I've been shot at way too many times to count." Clyde admitted.

"That's...not shocking at all." Johnny cleared his throat and they looked up.

"Let me snag the keys, I'm going to get some food. The guys and I are starving." Clyde dug in his pocket for the keys and tossed them up to Johnny.

"Do you eat meat?" Clyde asked earning a nod.

"Grab us food too. I'll take it off your gas cash." Before Johnny could argue for money, Clyde was quick to make a food for gas trade. The others filled out after Johnny and shut the door leaving the two sitting in the middle of the room.

They sat in silence for a minute adjusting to being alone together.

"So do you live here alone or does everyone just kind of crash around?" Y/n took in her surroundings. There was only one bed, if you can call it that, that sat on the floor with a bunch of blankets, a big bean bag chair in the corner, the raggedy couch and an armchair that's seen better days. It was a lot more furniture than she would have expected for one person.

"Nah I kind of consider it a bit of a halfway house. Everyone's going somewhere but we all need to crash for a bit. The guys have a room at the end of the hallway and then one across the hall for any girls they bring home for-" Clyde made a hand gesture and y/n laughed.

"You guys have a fucking apartment? Yikes, the smells alone from that room would give me chills." Clyde shook his head.

"I honestly wouldn't know. I don't really frequent that room. It stays pretty occupied anyway." He laughed. Y/n took in a mental note that Clyde didn't seem like someone who brought a lot of girls back to his place for fucking but almost like he was providing sanctuary.

"Oh I have no doubts. Plus you look like a wine and dine kind of guy. Big activities, good music, decent food. A real gentlemen." Y/n turned her body towards him.

"Absolutely. I'm a real Casanova and you're in for a treat." Clyde walked over to his nightstand and rummaged around inside of it pulling out a tray and a lighter, shimming over to plop down next to y/n on the couch.

"The only activity of the evening is to get decently high...if you're cool with that." Clyde hadn't bothered asking but took in her face to make sure he hadn't offended.

"I mean it sounds more like a 3rd date but since you've been stalking me for a minute, I think this will work just fine." Clyde rolled his eyes at her, bringing the blunt to his lips to moisten. The two sat with their knees touching, Clyde rolling at least three blunts knowing that the moment the guys got back, they would want dibs and like clockwork the door swung open and a bag was tossed at y/n.

Clyde merely held up the two blunts and Johnny snatched them with a cheeky grin before bounding back out of the door. The fries in the bag were soggy and the burgers looked like they had been thrown against a wall but y/n wasn't picky. She held out a french fry to Clyde's mouth as held the blunt between his fingers unable to put it down yet.

Something familiar and comfortable settled between them like they had done this for years.

"Jesus what the fuck happened to that?" Clyde gestured to the burger y/n was trying to pick up.

"I'm going to assume it was run over but I'm honestly starving so I'm going to eat it anyway." Y/n didn't hesitate taking a bite and Clyde lit the blunt between his lips. He watched y/n look for a place she could find a napkin and he ran to the bathroom, retrieving a roll of toilet paper and putting it down on the table. She tried not to laugh as she unrolled some to wipe her hands.

Clyde passed the blunt to y/n who took a small hit making sure she didn't choke and embarrass herself, knowing she would deserve all the teasing from Clyde because of his cigarette disaster earlier.

"This is decent weed." Y/n commented.

"Are you surprised?" Clyde asked.

"Kind of. Do you work or do you come from money?" Y/n's question was genuine but Clyde seemed offended.

"What does that matter?" He scoffed.

"That wasn't meant as an insult. I'm just trying to figure out if you're crushing it as a hype man or if you're secretly the son of one of the current Strip residencies." Clyde seemed to simmer.

"I can assure you I am not the son of Vince Neil." She handed him the blunt back and pushed the hair from his face.

"No shit. You would not be this cute if your dad was Vince Neil." Y/n's compliment brought Clyde's mood right back up.

"Aw all I had to do was feed you and get you high and now you're back to trying to have my babies again." Clyde teased nudging her.

"I'm a simple girl. I like simple things." She gave a cheeky grin as his laugh turned into a cough.

"Oh so you like me because I'm simple? Should I be hurt by that or-"

"I'd hardly call you simple. You barrel rolled out of a club, tried to fight a bouncer that was three times your size and brought home a girl you've had a psychic connection with just to point a shotgun at her. Khakis are simple. Grilled cheese is simple." Y/n's explanation of her thoughts on Clyde thus far made a warmth grow in his stomach.

"Man you're really going to hold the whole shotgun thing against me huh? Would it help if I said it wasn't loaded?" Clyde offered.

"That would be so pointless. You literally keep your door open and unlocked with decent weed and at least a few hundred dollars worth of stuff. If it's not loaded, I'd say you're stupid." Clyde passed the blunt back nodding.

"You make a valid point." Y/n turned her body towards Clyde, holding the blunt in her hands but not bringing it to her lips.

"I could probably get over the whole shotgun thing if you let me give it right back." Clyde looked confused. He wasn't sure what she meant or if she was too high to make sense.

"I'm not up for being tasered while being high. I think that would definitely kill the high." Clyde whined weakly

"Open your lips." Y/n instructed. Clyde watched her put the blunt between her lips backwards and lean towards his face, putting her hands on his cheeks. Clyde almost forgot to breathe before she started exhaling the thick smoke between his lips, letting her bottom lip graze his. She was shotgunning the smoke so well, Clyde had to stop himself from super sucking the blunt into his mouth.

When she pulled away to pull the blunt out of her mouth, he laid back into the couch feeling the warmth that was in his stomach turn into a burn that was quickly spreading through his veins.

Y/n knew exactly what she was doing to Clyde and she had no regrets. This was the most relaxed fun she's had in a long time. Something about spending time with him made her feel free.

#electrick children #Clyde x y/n #Clyde #One Shot Series #One Long Weekend #Rory Culkin #I've got two more coming today #I will make a “masterlist” so its easier to follow/find #One Long Weekend Series #3/18

[thepetesimp]

as a writing prompt: maybe something with pete and sleep? i mean, as a bodyguard he probably had a weird sleep schedule, especially looking over tankhun—would be interesting to see how that might affect him post-canon :3

(i hope this isn't too unspecific)

Hey there! Thank you so much for sending me this incredible prompt. I have so, so many thoughts about Pete and sleep that I could write a whole damn essay about it. I tried my best here. I didn't want to overthink it - because that's not the point with this imo - so what I've written below is my effort into putting all of those thoughts in order. Hope you like it, nonetheless ❤️ -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pete had always had a strange relationship with sleep. He never seemed to be getting enough of it, but it still managed to somehow sustain him. Just enough to endure hours upon hours of grueling boxing practice, no matter his father's harsh punishments at any minor mistake. Just enough to last in the ring, no matter the number of opponents he faced or the amount of times he lost. Just enough to make it through Chan's training regimen, no matter how his body screamed at him to stop moving, as if unaware of the consequences of such an decision. Just enough for the movie marathons Khun Nu would host on a whim, suspiciously on days Pete accompanied Khun Kinn on missions of high importance to the family. For some reason, they were never nearly as tiring for Pete as whatever Khun Nu planned.

More sleep wasn't what Pete needed. More sleep meant less chances of hearing his parents arguing at night. More sleep meant less practice, less matches, less earnings from fights. More sleep meant less awareness of the moments his father turned more vicious than usual. More sleep meant less opportunities to earn the position of Head Bodyguard, to prove his worth to the main family.

Pete didn't need more sleep. He was fine.

Porsche was the first person to disrupt that reality. Pete could honestly not be blamed for it; how could he know a couple of drinks would have such an effect on him? Heavy sleep was a peculiar thing, he realized. Pete was used to unsettling dreams accompanying his slumbers, but that night there was nothing. No other sensations either; he simply closed his eyes and suddenly, he was elsewhere, with no way of knowing how he ended up there. A fleeting thought had him wonder if death was a similar experience. He pushed it aside. There was a danger to this much lack of consciousness. Pete thought so when he woke up, only to find Porsche's face mere inches away from his own, his lips almost brushing over his. It scared him, how exposed he had let himself be. He vowed to never let it happen again. But then Vegas entered the picture, making him break every self-imposed rule of his, ruining him in the process. It started at the basement and continued at the safehouse; Pete slept and slept and slept, more so than he had had his entire life. It didn't happen willingly. Pete fought it at first, fought the urge to close his eyes and succumb to Vegas' will, let him break his spirit like he so desperately wanted since the moment he had captured him. But Pete was stubborn until he couldn't be anymore, until his injuries got the better of him, and sleep was the only way to heal, besides the pill he tenderly got shoved into his mouth. That's what Vegas told him, anyway, and even though Pete didn't know if he should believe him, he didn't have much of a choice. After he escaped the prison that fleetingly felt like a home, sleep became a constant state of existing. It was as if he was sleepwalking through his new life, the life Vegas threw at him with bloody hands and demanded of him to accept. He never wanted this, he kept telling himself. Sleep wasn't made for someone like him. He wanted to wake up. In a twisted sense, Pete got his wish when Vegas got shot and spent weeks in the main family hospital wing fighting for his life. Pete couldn't sleep. No matter how much his body begged him to, he couldn't do it. He had to watch over Vegas, over the man who owed him fully, completely, and make sure he survived. Pete's responsibility was to stay awake. Vegas' responsibility was to wake up. When he finally did, and later when he told him he was the most important person in his life, Pete finally felt like he was allowed to rest. He would not get punished for it. He would not lose something precious to him again. He could just close his eyes and all would be well. Sleep didn't feel like punishment anymore. It felt like nourishment, like a gift. Now, there were days when Pete slept heavily, days when he woke up and needed a moment for his sight to clear, before finding Vegas next to him, his gaze piercing through every single wall he'd built to protect himself throughout the years. And every single time, Pete got reminded of the safehouse, of a kiss in the form of a pill, and it scared him, before a sense of calmness washed over him. It was fine. Five more minutes wouldn't hurt.

#I've had a rough idea of what I would write from the moment I received this but I only just now sat down to type it all out #I'm so slow smh #apologies for the delay #I have two more prompts to write and I will I promise #it might just take a little while longer #Pete is such a character of all time #I love him so much and I hope what I wrote here does him justice #every facet of him makes me go crazy #goddammit with this fucking show #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #pete saengtham #writing prompt

[waywardxwords]

5. No Time

Chapter 5 of Little Secrets

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,312

Warnings: Case, talks of family death *this chapter and case is based on the episode "Red Sky at Morning"*

MASTERLIST

The case in Cicero was exhausting once the trio realized it involved the safety of the town’s children. Dean was concerned about Lisa and her son, Ben. Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N had done whatever they could to get to the bottom of the situation with the victims’ families. It had felt like forever, but the case was solved and taken care of within three days. This was the first instance of Changelings any of them had seen, but John’s journal had certainly come in handy while solving it.

“So, I don’t know about you but I could use a long weekend in Vegas,” Dean piped up from the front seat as a playful grin graced his lips. Y/N managed a small smile, and Sam had one to match from his spot on the passenger’s seat.

“Dean, Vegas? Really?” Sam laughed, his tone full of sleep. Y/N knew they had only gotten about three hours of rest the night before, if that. There was no reason to waste a day in Indiana; once the case was closed, they were back on the road. It was always like clockwork.

Dean seemed to be the only one content with just a few hours of sleep. That, or he was really good at faking it for the sake of the two other people in the car. 

“Deanie, if we’re taking a long weekend then I just wanna sleep,” Y/N groaned from the backseat. She leaned her head against the cool glass of the Impala’s back passenger window and closed her eyes for added measure. “So take me wherever the hell you want, but please God, let there be a bed.”

Dean chuckled. “See what it’s like playing in the Major Leagues, Y/N?” His eyes gleamed back at her in the rearview mirror as he managed a wink. Y/N’s eyes opened as she narrowed in on him with a scowl.

“Alright, alright,” Sam laughed, playing referee yet again as his eyes glanced over a few different newspapers he held on his lap. They always picked up the major papers from stops along the way to keep an eye on anything strange happening in the world–specifically supernatural strange. “Dean, it looks like there’s some weird stuff happening in Washington.”

“Ah, come on, Sammy. Things in the northwest are always a little weird. Doesn’t mean we have to chase every cat that barks,” Dean groaned. Dean rarely complained about the lifestyle, as far as Y/N could tell. In all honesty, she never really met a hunter who complained. It was the way things were; they had a job to do and they knew it wouldn’t get done if they didn’t do it. But every person needed a vacation every once in a while.

“We just chased after a fall on a power saw because you wanted to get laid,” Y/N laughed from the backseat. “What’s in Washington, Sam?” It was unavoidable; her tone had softened when she directed the conversation back to the youngest Winchester. She hoped Dean hadn’t picked up on it. She truly felt like if she and Sam could keep this from everyone around them (over-protective big brothers included), that maybe–just maybe–they would have a shot at making this work. Whatever this was, exactly.

“There have been three cases so far of people drowning,” Sam began as he turned his attention back to the newspaper in his hands. Before he could continue, Dean cut in with a grunt.

“Oh yeah, because drowning just screams our kinda job.”

Sam eyed him with his eyebrows raised. “Even drowning in the shower?”

Dean didn’t have a response. Y/N pulled her lips between her teeth to keep the laugh bubbling up her throat at bay. “Sounds like our kinda game…” 

Sam glanced back at his brother. Dean leaned his head back and groaned. “One day off, is that too much to ask for?” He asked no one in particular as he switched lanes. Sam laughed and smiled back at Y/N. He managed a subtle wink before he turned back to face the road.

X

Y/N smoothed down her black pencil skirt as the trio approached the modest, yet beautiful home in the suburbs of town. She felt for her fake police badge nestled in the inner pocket of her blazer jacket and took in a deep breath of the cool, autumn air. The air was brisk against her lungs, but she loved the chill it brought–it was refreshing.

“Alright, so Sam is my partner and you’re an intern, Y/N,” Dean explained as they walked along the sidewalk path leading to the stairs of the front porch.

Y/N looked at him incredulously. “An intern?” She snorted and shook her head. “Nuh uh, nice try, Deanie. I’m your supervisor, tagging along on the case for investigation purposes.” She planted her feet on the sidewalk and folded her arms over her chest to show her refusal to move until he agreed.

Dean laughed loudly and stopped to pivot back towards her. “Yeah, okay,” he said sarcastically. “That would mean the department was undermining mine and Sam’s–”

Sam interrupted Dean before he could finish his thought. “Okay, okay,” he held up his hands. Y/N looked at him, her eyebrows cocked in a manner that asked him: Well, referee?

Sam glanced between his brother and his newfound romantic interest–his eyes were wide and his mouth was suddenly very dry. “Uh…” he tried to think it over for a moment. “Okay, so Dean and I are partners and Y/N is tagging along because she’s investigating a similar case. Deal?” He glanced between the two of them.

A smug smile stretched across Y/N’s face, completely satisfied. Her black pumps clicked upon the cement sidewalk as she moved past the pair towards the porch once more. Dean looked at Sam in shock.

“Seriously?!” Dean’s frustration was evident in his tone. “Whatever happened to bros before hoes, Sammy?” Sam knew Dean wasn’t insinuating that he knew something was going on between him and Y/N, but it still made his cheeks flush red.

“Just…let’s go,” Sam sighed as they followed Y/N’s steps towards the home.

She had already rung the doorbell, so there was no room to argue any longer. Before long, an older woman–probably in her early 70s–opened the dark wooden door with a smile upon her lips.

“Hello, can I help you?” She asked sweetly as she eyed the three people in business-attire before her.

“Hi, Mrs. Case,” Y/N began with a kind smile. “We’re sorry to bother you, but my name is Y/N L/N, and these are two of my fellow detectives, Sam Angus and Dean Young.” The three of them flashed their badges for the woman to look at. “We’re here to assist in the investigation involving your niece, Sheila.”

The older woman’s smile fell slowly as her eyes traveled towards the ground, signaling for the three of them to stash their badges back in their suit jackets. “Oh good, I’m glad to see those good-for-nothing officers decided to send detectives after all. Please, come in,” she held the door open and stood back. Y/N smiled at the boys and walked ahead of them past Gertrude Case into the living room.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Dean flipped the switch for his infamous Dean Winchester charm and it was game on. The elderly woman eyed him with a wink.

“Oh, please call me Gert,” she beamed flirtatiously. Y/N and Sam both had to bite the inside of their bottom lips from laughing. Dean seemed slightly disturbed but cleared his throat and managed a smile.

“Gert, can I ask you something?” This was Y/N’s tactic and the boys loved her for it–especially when it came to women they were questioning. Gert seemed interested and nodded. “Why are you so open to us doing an investigation when your niece’s death was ruled a drowning?”

It was a valid question; they had all wondered how Gertrude would react to having three investigators going over the details of her niece’s death once more when the autopsy had ruled it to be accidental.

Gert managed a small smile. “My niece was not suicidal, and she was a fantastic swimmer,” she explained. “And even so, have you ever heard of someone drowning in the shower before?” She glanced between the three hunters. They all shook their heads ‘no’. “Exactly. Bathtub, maybe. But in the shower? Standing up? Even if she passed out and fell on her back, it would be nearly impossible. I know there’s something more here…” she trailed off.

Y/N watched her inquisitively. There was something she wasn’t saying. “What do you think happened?”

The boys seemed confused by her question. The fact that this woman believed in the supernatural was highly unlikely. But Y/N asked, or prompted her, anyway.

After studying the understanding expressions of the three people in front of her, she continued. “Have you ever heard of a ghost ship before?”

Y/N hadn’t, and neither had Dean by the shake of his head. Sam glanced between the three of them and then back to Gert before nodding tentatively. “Like the Flying Dutchman.”

Gert’s eyes almost managed to light up. “Exactly!” She exclaimed. “Are you sure you’re associated with the officials?” Her question made Y/N’s throat run dry–was she about to have them made? “No one has even listened to me so far. They all look at me like I’m crazy.”

“Well, we’re listening,” Dean leaned forward with a smile. “Trust us, we know crazy.”

Gert seemed hesitant at first, but heaved a sigh before continuing. “Well, there’s this tale of a ship that sailed in the 1800s, a merchant sailing vessel. It was called Espirito Santo. In 1859, one of their sailors was accused of treason and hanged.”

To any other person, it wouldn’t seem like much to go off of. Even to Y/N, she was a bit confused. In her mind–the man who had been hanged could be a spirit, but wouldn’t he just haunt the vessel he was on? What would bring him to Sheila Case’s bathroom?

“Sheila had said she spotted the ship off the coast on her run one evening just a few nights ago along the port,” Gert seemed skeptical about the information she was providing them, but anything could help.

“So, you believe in all this? The ghost ship?” Dean asked curiously after she finished.

“Is there a better explanation?” Gert asked, exasperated. “I know my niece didn’t drown in the shower. I know she was spooked by a ship she thought she saw a few days before. I don’t know what to believe in, exactly.”

Y/N glanced at the boys. “Thanks for all the information, Gert,” Sam offered the elderly woman a friendly smile.

“Oh, my pleasure,” she beamed, winking at Dean as they all stood so the three of them could leave. “Please, if there’s anything else I can do…”

Dean cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. The thought made Y/N want to laugh; Dean Winchester? Uncomfortable because of a woman’s advances? She never thought she’d see the day.

“Thank you, Gert, “Y/N grinned. “We appreciate it–and we’re sorry for your loss.”

They said their goodbyes and headed out the front door, back down the sidewalk path. As soon as the door had closed and they knew Gert was no longer in ear shot, Sam and Y/N let out the laughter they had both been holding in.

Dean grimaced, a small pout over his lips. “God, I feel dirty.”

Unfortunately for him, this only made his brother and hunting friend laugh harder.

X

There was another victim’s sibling who had come forward to the police department requesting an investigation, but still so many newspaper clippings to attend to. Y/N headed to the home of the vic’s family to question them while Sam and Dean headed back to the abandoned shack they had decided to squat in to try and find a motive. The victims had to have a common denominator somewhere. They just weren’t quite sure where yet.

Y/N mulled over the conversation she had just had with the victim’s family. There had to be a connection somewhere, but why couldn’t she figure it out? As she walked along the bridge overlooking the water back towards Baby (she was still surprised, herself, that Dean had trusted her with his most prized possession), she heard a low rumble of thunder in the distance.

Her eyes pulled from the wooden bridge below her feet and up towards the sky. It had become bleak and gray, puffy fog-like clouds had rolled in and covered the sun that had only been there moments before. Another low grumble sounded from the sky and Y/N’s eyebrows knitted together. That’s when her eyes saw it; it was clear as day.

On the horizon where the dark blue water met the now gray sky, a ship sailed forward. Lightning crashed against the gray of the sails that whipped in the wind of the oncoming storm. Y/N’s throat ran dry and her eyes widened in fear. Maybe this wasn’t the ship everyone had spoken of; maybe this was different.

But almost as soon as she had seen it, the ship suddenly vanished, taking the looming storm with it as the sky suddenly cleared and the thunder rolled out to sea.

Her heart pounded against her chest. She tried to swallow past the lump that had formed in her throat. Her mind played games with her; had she really seen it? Or maybe she was imagining things from lack of sleep and her involvement in the case. She had nightmares about cases sometimes; maybe that was happening.

She fumbled with the car keys in her hand and hurried to the Impala. Y/N knew what she had seen, and she needed to get back to Sam and Dean now more than anything.

She barely knew what she was doing as she was driving. Her mind took over and her foot practically pressed through the gas pedal as she floored the Impala all the way back to the shack. If Dean could see her now, he would kill her.

She screeched the brakes and threw the car into park. She clambered out of Baby and took hurried, wobbly steps towards the shack. Her hands found the white door as she knocked three times hurriedly, and then three more times when no one answered.

Y/N heard the lock click and the door handle move and stepped back. Without realizing, her breathing had become heavy and her eyes had filled with tears. Sam stood behind the opened door, his face broke into concern when he noticed how upset she was.

He reached out to touch her arm, “Y/N, you okay?”

She hurried past him into the room where Dean stood, his brow also knitted together with worry and confusion. “What happened?”

“I-I…” she couldn’t get the words out and her throat ran dry again. “I saw it.” Her eyes darted between the two brothers. They still seemed confused. “The ship. I saw the ship.”

Sam’s jaw tightened and his eyes moved quickly to Dean. “Wait, you saw it? Like you actually saw it?” Dean seemed angry.

“Yes, I saw it and then it disappeared,” Y/N responded hesitantly. She was terrified. She knew they would be terrified now, too. Everyone else who had seen the ship had died. Her fate was now on the line.

Dean eyed Sam closely, but Sam remained just as tense as he had moments before. “Son of a bitch,” Dean breathed as he ran his hand over his face. “Y/N, we love you but we have to ask you something.” He seemed nervous approaching whatever he was about to ask.

Y/N looked between both of them quickly. Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. All she could think about was that damn ship, what could they possibly need to ask her?

Sam pulled Y/N gently to sit down on the end of one of the beds in the room. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and watched him closely, her eyes still full of uncertainty and questions. “We…we found what the spirit’s motive is.” He started carefully. She looked back at Dean who now stood before her with his arms folded across his chest.

“And?” She urged him to continue, the pause in his voice almost unbearable as she tried to process why he sounded so cautious. A bundle of nerves tangled in the pit of her stomach; she had no idea what they were about to say or what it would potentially mean.

“The sailor who died,” Dean began, his eyes now on Sam before glancing back at Y/N. “He was hanged for treason.”

“Right, we knew that already,” Y/N looked between them once more. “Guys, I can’t take it anymore. What are you getting at?”

“He was hanged by his brother,” Sam quickly said as his eyes bore into hers with sympathy and compassion. “We’ve realized that the spirit is targeting people who have been involved with the death of one of their family members.”

There was a silence in the air that felt suffocating; Y/N suddenly found it nearly impossible to breathe. Her eyes pooled with tears of hurt and frustration. Her mind was filled with flashbacks to a time she never wanted to remember.

“Hey,” Sam whispered delicately, his hand suddenly on her hand. “It’s okay. Just talk to us, alright? We’ll figure this out.”

Y/N begged the tears not to fall. Once the lump in her throat felt under control, she found that both brothers were watching her intently. They needed her to explain.

“The brothers killed their dad for his inheritance,” Dean explained while she stole a few more moments to gather her thoughts. “So yeah, that was pretty screwed up. But Sheila–Sheila’s cousin was killed in a car accident. The accident was her fault, but it was still an accident. It doesn’t mean Sheila deserved to die.”

Y/N nodded with a grim smile at their attempt to make her feel better and took in a shaky breath. “It happened when the vamp nest raided my family’s home. It was after I had been hunting with Jeff and Lily, a vamp escaped when they raided my roommate’s nest–the one I was telling you about,” she looked at Sam. He nodded, urging her to continue. “Lily, Jeff and I got to my parents’ house as soon as we could. But they had already had enough time to attack my family. They…they turned…” her voice dropped off at the end as tears threatened to fall.

“It’s okay,” Sam rubbed her arm soothingly. Y/N brought her hand to her cheek to wipe away a tear that had slipped.

“They turned my dad,” she cracked. She officially broke and didn’t even try to fight it anymore. “There was nothing we could do; it was too late. I…I had to kill my own father.” Her body shook with sobs as her head fell into her hands. Sam instinctively pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her tightly, as if holding her so close would keep her body from shaking so badly.

Dean reached out to rub her back in a pacifying gesture. The boys exchanged a look over her head; they had one option, considering the body had been cremated after the sailor’s death. Without any other remains that they knew of, they had to move quickly with the only possible solution Sam had–to resurrect the sailor’s brother who murdered him and hope that would end things. There was little to go off on, but they had no time.

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Here You Come Again [Part Fifteen]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Original Female Characters, Priscilla Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Marci Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Marty Lacker, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge, Lamar Fike, Alan Fortas, George Klein, Memphis Mafia

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8422

Summary: When Addison Goodwin was seventeen years old her life was turned inside out after a chance encounter with her past. Now, fifteen years later her life is the best it’s ever been. She has a home, a good job and a daughter she loves more than anything in the world but will all that remain when an old familiar face rolls into town.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Las Vegas, The International Hotel, Elvis In Vegas, 1970s, 1970s Elvis, Friends To Lovers, Rekindled Romance, Parenting, Time Line is Sketchy, Guilt, Betrayal, Teenage Pregnancy, Hawaii, Hidden Pregnancy, Jealousy, Sex, Absence of Parent, Single Motherhood, Trauma, Oral Sex, Tension, Addison's Dress

Notes: Feel free to hate me because I hate myself rn.

[there's only two chapters and an epilogue left and I promise it gets better x]

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Anyone would think that being on a vacation with your ex in the most romantic place on earth immediately after having shot him down for kissing you would be awkward. Well for the most part they’d be right. However Addison was finding that wasn’t the case entirely. As with everything that Elvis did she had found that where most people fit into a mould he didn’t and even though their situation wasn’t exactly an orthodox one he managed to navigate through it with ease. She had been in the middle of packing, folding her clothes neatly into her case when he had found her, coming into the room via the bathroom, watching her closely though she hadn’t realised he was there.

‘Marty’s doing a last-minute run to the store if you need anything picking up,’ he said, his low gravelly voice capturing her attention and making her whip around like a deer in headlights. He smiled at her, kind of enjoying the way he had gotten her at odds – given he had spent the night the same way after their kiss.

‘You scared me,’ she said, shifting nervously before she added, ‘I’m good thanks.’

‘Well if you think of anything just let him know,’ he said with a nod. Addison nodded, her fingers tracing along the edge of the suitcase behind her as she tried to think of what to say. If anything she wanted to keep her mouth shut. Everything had been going so well between them and she didn’t want to lose that, but as he turned to leave she found the words coming out of her mouth, ‘Elvis about last night-’

‘Forget about it,’ he said with a smile, sympathy in his crystal blue eyes that made her heart flip flop.

‘But-’

‘Addie honestly don’t worry about it,’ he said, ‘it was just a kiss.’

‘Just a kiss,’ she agreed though he could tell she was still over thinking it from the way she was gnawing on her lip.

‘Now c’mon,’ he smiled trying to reassure her, ‘we’ve got a vacation to get to.’

But it wasn’t just a kiss. It had been all she had been thinking about for the past two weeks. He had stayed true to his word and if she didn’t know any better she’d say that he had forgotten it himself. Yet the way he was around her made her feel as through that wasn’t the case. Their dynamic didn’t change. He wasn’t any more caring or attentive than he had been beforehand, but he didn’t pull away either, become cold or distant like he had the first time they had been working through their feelings for one another. No, if anything he had been pretty damn perfect.

Yet she was a mess. She didn’t know what to do about any of it. Her mind was screaming at her to pull away. That her priority should be Jess, making sure she didn’t get hurt. After all Addison had been the daughter of a mother who thought only of herself and she refused to put Jess through anything like that. But her heart was screaming at her the other way.

It hammered against her ribcage whenever he was near her, whenever their hands touched or he sat down beside her. Warmth spread through her chest whenever he laughed, the sound of it something she wished she could wrap around her like a blanket. And desire. Desire flamed through her whenever she saw him in the outrageously tight swim trunks he liked to wear as he frolicked in the sea with the kids or when he came down for dinner in a relaxed pair of shorts and a shirt – totally at ease and peace.

It made her want to give into those delusions. To believe that they could be a normal couple, on vacation in Hawaii surrounded by their family and friends. To believe that they could leave the family dinner and go back to their shared room where they’d spend the night together, no longer confined to small gestures, their desires allowed to run free. She wanted to believe that when the plane touched down she’d be home in Memphis and not trudging back to the desert heat, working endless shifts and trying to balance being a mom, running a house and working full time. She wanted to believe that it would be that easy. That Elvis could take care of her like she wanted, like she so desperately needed, that it would be fine.

But with every thought like that came a seed of doubt. It came when he placed his hand on the small of her back or his arm around her shoulders and no one batted an eye – his displays of affection with God knows how many women becoming common place to those around him.

It came when she looked at Lisa, a child now torn between two homes because despite the love her parents had for one another it hadn’t lasted. It came when she looked at Jess. When she remembered how he had promised her the world at seventeen years old and it still hadn’t been enough. How her daughter’s love had been the only thing to keep her truly afloat. How she wouldn’t have made it if it hadn’t been for her.

She wanted to trust her heart but it had been wrong before. At least when she listened to her head it made the pain hurt a little less.  

Their vacation was winding down and though two weeks of sun and sand had been nice the threat of normal life was looming. Jess and Addison were due to go back home, Lisa was due to fly back to California and Elvis was due to head out on tour yet again though this time only for a week. And as much as she had told herself that it was for the best, that it was what was needed for all of them, Addison couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Especially as she got ready for dinner, watching herself in the bathroom mirror, knowing that this would be one of the last times she would be doing it.

This time of day had become therapeutic for Addison. Whilst their days may have seemed lazy, only ever starting around noon, they were far from it. Elvis seemed to be intent on making this a fun vacation for the girls and so their days were spent on the beach, learning to surf or jet skiing, or in and around the pool playing endless games. Sometimes they were joined by some of the guys and their families, meaning that it was quite the rabble wherever they ended up, but sometimes they were alone, sitting out on the balcony of Elvis’ room as they watched the day go by. And though their nights were just as busy they felt completely different. Around dusk everyone would retreated to their rooms emerging back an hour or so later so they could have dinner where they’d spend the entire evening talking and laughing.

That hour had become important to Addison. It gave her chance to think, to breathe. Something that was becoming harder and harder to do whenever she was around Elvis.

As she slipped a new set of earrings into her ears, ones Jess had bought her for her birthday, she heard a knock at the door.

‘Are you ready?’ she heard Marci say from the other side. Addison gave herself one last glance in the mirror and then opened it finding Marci standing in front of her, practically leaning her ear up against where the door had been though she straightened up as Addison appeared.

‘Just need to get my shoes on,’ Addison said though as she looked past her friend she noted Jerry standing by the open door to their hotel room so she added, ‘you guys go.’

‘Are you sure?’ Marci said glancing at Jerry and then back to her friend.

‘Yeah, I’ll not be far behind ya,’ Addison said with a smile.

‘I’ll save ya a seat,’ Marci said before she headed to the door and slipped out with Jerry shutting it closed behind them.

Addison moved to the bed, grabbing her shoes from the closet so she could sit down and put them on. As she slipped on the tan wedges she found her eyes drifting around the room clocking every item that lay strewn around the place fresh from Marci’s wake of getting ready. Though it annoyed the life out of her that her room was in such disarray she couldn’t help but smile. Having her friend back for the past two weeks had been a blessing she couldn’t deny - a sense of normality in a chaotic world. Not to mention it had only taken being in close quarters for half a day before Marci had come clean about what had been going on with her and Tom.

She wasn’t happy. She had thought that her new life would be similar to her old one and that hadn’t been the case. Where she had expected to be able to start another shop, lay the foundations of their relationship before anything serious, Tom wanted to speed into a life together. He wanted marriage, he wanted babies, he wanted things that Marci wasn’t sure she was ready for yet and so when Elvis had invited her to join them she’d jumped on a plane without question hoping that Memphis and now Hawaii would bring clarity to what she did want.

It was news that broke Addison’s heart and made it sing at the same time. She felt heartbroken that her friend had been going through it but also glad that this might mean she was coming home. Which is why she hadn’t told her about her and Elvis’ kiss. She felt guilty that Marci had been sitting on all of this, unable to share it with Addison because of the whirlwind the last few months had been. She also didn’t want to sway her decision, force her to come back thinking that Addison would need her help getting over him like she had the first time. It was also why she hadn’t said anything as watched her and Jerry grow closer. Just because an old flame wasn’t right for Addison didn’t mean it wasn’t what Marci needed.

Once her shoes were on she grabbed a couple of pieces of clothing up off the floor and hung them back in the closet, smiling to herself as she went. It didn’t fail to amaze her how she had forgotten just how chaotic sharing a space with Marci could be. How their living arrangement had often felt as though Addison was living with two teenagers instead of one. And yet she couldn’t believe just how much she had missed it. How placing a couple of bathing suits up to dry properly could feel as though she was back home, before Elvis had strolled back into her life, when things were a little less complicated.

‘But were you happy?’ a voice in the back of her mind whispered making her snap back to reality. She wanted to say yes. That her life with just Marci and Jess had been a happy one. Because it had.

‘But Elvis makes you happy too,’ it reasoned. With that Addison slid the closet door closed with more force than she intended meaning the sliding door bounced back forcing her to repeat her action only gentler. This was what she had been living with. Every good thought countered by a bad one. Every bad one countered by a good one. It was exhausting, and she didn’t know how to stop it.  

So she did the only thing she knew would help and headed out to dinner given that being around people, especially the buzz of Elvis and his entourage or the giggles of the girls, often forced her to tune those thoughts out.

As she left her room she could hear the rabble not too far away. Given the number of people they had in their group they had practically commandeered an entire quarter of the resort and their hotel rooms were all on one flowing line opposite a view of the exquisite resort gardens that eventually led down into the beach. The stone walkway led off to a courtyard, one covered by a thatch roof that housed a table for thirty as well as a fire pit and seats should they want to stay there. That’s where she was headed but as she walked down the path the door one room up from her opened and Elvis appeared. The timing of it made her wonder if he’d been waiting for her but he looked surprised when he looked up and noticed her coming towards him.

‘Hey,’ he said as she slowed down, his eyes roving over her outfit for a moment though he pretended he hadn’t, ‘I thought everyone was already at dinner.’

‘Just headed there now,’ Addison said gesturing for him to walk with her which he did.

‘No Mar?’ he asked checking behind them before they fell into step beside each other.

‘She headed down already with Jerry,’ Addison said.

‘That so?’ Elvis mused.

‘Yep,’ Addison said with a wry smile. Whilst Marci’s love life had taken her mind off of what was going on between her and Elvis it had also helped them. It had given them a talking point, one that meant they could keep their relationship just as it had been before any of the kiss business.

‘Where are the girls?’ Elvis asked.

‘Joe took the kids down to the games room I think,’ Addison said.

‘Poor Jess,’ Elvis chuckled as Addison looked at him puzzled, ‘all those kids.’

‘I don’t think she minds,’ Addison said suddenly feeling guilty. Though she and Jess had spent a lot of time together on this break there were pockets when she was lumped in as one of ‘the kids’, something Addison hadn’t realised might not have been a good thing on Jess’ end.

‘Well either way I bet she’ll be glad of five minutes peace,’ Elvis said, they were rounding the corner now finding they were the last ones down to the dining area. Most of the kids were gone from the party now save for Lisa, Jess and Dee’s boys who had congregated at one end of the table.

As Elvis took his seat at the head of the table Addison slipped into the only chair that had been left for her next to him. Jerry and Marci were sitting across from her, chatting away to one another, something she didn’t fail to notice made Elvis smirk as he unfolded his napkin and shifted it onto his lap. Fortunately he didn’t say anything and dinner kicked off without incident.

Elvis was enjoying himself, in fact he’d been the happiest he’d ever been on this vacation. He didn’t know how she had such an effect on him. How the past fifteen years felt as though he’d been living his life as though he was watching himself on TV. He remembered it all, every moment lived and yet it felt as though it was this other guy. This Elvis Presley that was somehow him and not him at the same time. With Addison he never felt like that Elvis. He felt like her Elvis. That boy from Memphis.

He knew he’d never truly gotten over her, though he had moved on and for a time he had been happy. But now it felt as though there had always been something niggling in the back of his mind, wanting to pull them back together. That was why he hadn’t pushed her. He hadn’t demanded she be ready to get back together, after all he knew pushing her might only make her pull away and that would devastate him. No he’d let her see that they were good together. That they could be a couple this time, a proper one. No hiding, no caring about what anyone thought or said. He’d let her see that their lives could finally fit together.

He was watching her, enjoying the way she laughed as she told Joe a story he was definitely not listening to given he was too distracted by the woman telling it. There was something about her tonight, something he couldn’t put his finger on. He always thought she was pretty, even when she was chastising him it still made him hot under the collar, but tonight was something else. Her skin had a radiant glow to it, her light brown locks glinted with streaks of gold from where they’d lightened in the sun, and her eyes, her eyes sparkled as she smiled. He wanted to believe it was just the radiance that came with being on vacation but as she noticed him watching her, a smile playing on her lips as she took a sip of wine, he realised what it was. Love.

It made him smile too though he was forced from his thoughts as Jess appeared in between them, looking down on them with a sweet smile.

‘Everything okay honey?’ Elvis asked making her nod.

‘Yeah, I was just wondering if I could go back to the games room,’ Jess said.

‘Alone?’ Elvis asked.

‘No with the boys they’re gonna play pool,’ Jess said looking to where Elvis’ stepbrothers were loitering at the other end of the table. Addison glanced at them. The games room wasn’t too far away though she didn’t like the idea of Jess being split from the main group, especially as night had fallen. It didn’t help that the last time Jess had spent a substantial amount of time with one of the Stanley boys she’d gotten drunk though she figured from the nervous way Rick was watching Elvis that wouldn’t be a problem this time. Not to mention that what Elvis had said was playing on her mind. Jess had done her fair share of being lumped in with the kids, maybe it was time for her to have a bit of time being a teenager. After all it was her vacation too. She could feel Jess’ eyes on her and even though Elvis had spoken he too was now watching her, waiting for her final say.

‘Can I?’ Jess asked watching her mother closely, unable to tell if her decision was falling in her favour. If it was an outright no she probably would’ve just told her so but at that moment she decided to let Elvis take the reins. He was her parent too and she trusted his judgement.

‘If it’s okay with your dad,’ Addison said looking at Elvis.

‘Oh uh, sure,’ Elvis said taken aback that she had deferred to him.

‘Thank you,’ Jess said wrapping her arms around his neck in a quick hug before she tore off to where they boys were waiting. As she disappeared out of sight his eyes drifted back to Addison who smiled at him. It was a small gesture. A barely significant decision in the grand scheme of things but for once she had let him have some control. They’d worked as a team, instead of Addison out there alone. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world.

‘Can I go?’ came a little voice that captured their attention. Lisa was standing at his other side watching Elvis with hope in her little face that made him sigh.

‘I don’t think so button head,’ he said making her pout.

‘Jessie gets to go,’ she said folding her arms across her chest indignantly.

‘Yes but it’s night time and Jess is a lot older than you honey,’ Elvis reasoned.

‘Yeah, besides you don’t wanna hang out with a bunch of silly boys, right?’ Marci said with a smile as she tried to coax her round.

‘Yeah Memphis,’ Jerry said nudging her cheek with his finger, ‘not when you could hang out with us.’

‘What do you say honey?’ Elvis said watching her.

‘Okay,’ Lisa said though there was still a definitive pout on her face as she climbed onto Elvis’s lap. She sat there quietly for a minute, her head resting against his shoulder as she sat astride his knee but then Addison watched as the cogs ticked over in her brain before she said, ‘Daddy?’

It was a good tactic Addison couldn’t deny. Her voice was sweet as sugar yet there was an air of disappointment to it that made Elvis frown as he said, ‘yeah baby?’

‘Can we go to the beach?’ she said looking up at him with hope in her big blue eyes.

‘I don’t know sweetheart,’ Elvis said, ‘it’s getting late.’

‘Please Daddy?’ she said, her bottom lip jutting out so much Addison had to take a swig of wine to stop her smirk from being too noticeable. She didn’t blame him. The sweetness, the puppy dog eyes and the fact she hadn’t failed to call him Daddy instead of Elvis as normal was the perfect trifecta and Addison could see he was falling for it hook, line and sinker.

‘Okay, we’ll go down in minute,’ Elvis said quietly.

‘Ooh can we have s’mores?!’ Lisa said immediately brightening.

‘Whatever you want honey,’ Elvis said stroking her hair as she fell back content with the way she had managed to bend his will so easily.  

After that they stayed at the table for a while before eventually heading down to the beach. Whilst some of the group retired to their rooms a few couples joined them taking seats around the roaring fire Elvis had arranged to be waiting for them, along with everything they needed to make s’mores. Lisa sat between them allowing Addison to help her make s’mores though that didn’t stop her from getting a face full of chocolate which she didn’t think twice about wiping on her dress. And though she felt like teasing him something rotten for being able to be won over by a five-year old’s whim she couldn’t help but enjoy herself. Seeing him out there, unbothered and happy made her heart flutter.

Yet he wasn’t her Elvis out here. He was the new man, the one she was still getting to know, and yet the more she saw of him the more she felt as though the two versions of him could meld into one. As she watched him carry Lisa up the steps towards their rooms she felt as though this was what she wanted. All she wanted.

They didn’t take long to get Lisa settled. Jess was already in bed and fast asleep when they both walked into the girl’s room and with some silently skilled manoeuvring Elvis and Addison managed to get Lisa into her pyjamas and in bed without disturbing either of them. Yet as he clicked the door closed he found Addison watching him, that look of love back in her eyes.  

‘What’s the matter with you?’ he asked as they walked slowly towards Addison’s adjoining room, neither of them wanting to go much faster as that would mean the end of their night.

‘Nothing,’ she said with a smile.

‘No go on smart ass,’ he chuckled, spinning around to face her as they stopped outside her door.

‘She wanted s’mores on the beach,’ Addison said simply.

‘Yeah and?’ Elvis asked.

‘And you just gave her s’mores on the beach?’ she questioned. Elvis shrugged.

‘Why not?’

‘And if Jess asked for a car tomorrow?’ she probed.

‘I mean I don’t think I’d manage to get it past you but if she wanted one, I’d give it her,’ Elvis said.

‘Just like that?’ Addison asked watching his face closely. There was still a smile ghosting his lips but she could tell what he said next was serious, from his heart.

‘I love her. I have the means and if it’d make her happy I’d do it…’ he said looking down on her as he added, ‘wouldn’t you?’

‘I try my best,’ Addison said honestly. She did try to keep Jess happy as much as she could but that wasn’t always feasible. Sometimes she had to do what was right, what was best for her daughter even if that didn’t always please her. Elvis seemed to be the opposite. He seemed to bend to his daughters will, to make them happy, hence why Lisa could wrap him around her little finger. And yet she couldn’t see that as an entirely bad thing because he acted out of love. Like she did.

‘To make her happy?’ Elvis said moving in a little closer.

‘Yeah,’ she said placing a hand on his chest trying to keep him at a distance though it didn’t do much to stop him.

‘And what about you?’ he asked moving her hair off her shoulder as she peered up at him.

‘What about me?’ she asked.

‘What makes you happy?’ he probed.

‘Lots of things,’ she said quietly, the scrutiny in his blue eyes making her heart beat so loud in her ears she wasn’t sure she had even spoken aloud.

‘There’s nothing you don’t want?’ he asked, his thumb brushing along her jaw making her heart beat even faster though she didn’t know how that was possible, ‘what do you want Addison?’

‘To go to bed,’ she said pulling from his grasp as she laughed nervously, ‘night.’

‘Night,’ he said watching as she threw herself inside her hotel room, the door closing heavily behind her. Elvis sighed and headed to his own door, stepping inside before he closed it gently behind him, resting against it. He was barely there two seconds before he heard a knock on it and turned back to open it. Addison was standing on the other side.

‘Addie-’

‘I want you to kiss me,’ she said and before he could say anything else she flung herself forward their bodies hitting one another in a frantic collision as their lips met. Elvis pulled her to him, allowing her to kick the door closed before she moved them towards the bed, pushing him down on it with a thud. She was on his lap in seconds, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down her neck, his lips warm against every piece of skin on offer. Yet before he could tackle any of the buttons on her dress she was pushing his shirt off his shoulders and climbing off him, stationing herself between his legs as her hands immediately moved to his shorts.  He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, the thin material of his shorts providing no barrier as she moved her hand against him.

‘Fuck Addie,’ he said. They should’ve slowed down. He should’ve taken time to absorb the moment, to enjoy that everything he had wanted for months, no years, was now coming true, but as she yanked his shorts from under him, her hand meeting his member as she swirled her tongue around his tip everything else was lost. As his eyes closed, his fingers running through her loose brown curls Addison continued to use her tongue against him. When they had first been together she had been a naïve schoolgirl. He had taught her everything and in those instances she had allowed him to lead, but not tonight. Tonight she wasn’t thinking about anything else other than what she wanted, what made her happy, even if that was how he groaned as she took him down to the back of her throat.

‘Ads,’ he panted, feeling his excitement speeding ahead with the way she worked him. He wanted everything she had to give and more but as he looked down and caught her eye he was snapped back to reality. He wanted everything but he wanted it with her. He didn’t want their first time back together to be some haphazard quick thing.

‘Addie,’ he said pushing her off him gently. She pulled back, moving to come and sit in his lap, her arms around his neck.

‘What’s the matter?’ she asked breathily.

‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, his blue eyes meeting hers as he watched for any flicker of uncertainty. It didn’t come.

‘Yes,’ she said.

‘Promise?’ he asked. He didn’t know why he was pushing, as if he wanted her to tell him no.

‘I want this Elvis. I want you,’ she said placing her forehead against his. He nodded, kissing her gently before he felt the excitement she had already created start to take hold once more. He stood up, her legs wrapping around his waist as she shrieked making him chuckle. As he placed her down on the bed she started to unbutton her dress, watching as he discarded his shorts completely and returned to hover over her, his mouth returning to her neck.

For a moment it was a frantic rush, a dash to get them completely barren of anything that separated them but once they were both there, everything seemed to slow. Fingers danced along skin, kisses became more languid and passionate, and they seemed to meld into one.

‘You ready?’ Elvis asked from where he had moved to kneel between her legs. She was resting on her elbows, watching him with a smile before she nodded. Elvis didn’t need to be told twice, instead he eased himself in with a groan, moving back so he could kiss her as he started to move his hips. She felt like heaven around him, the content little sigh she offered as he buried himself in her neck music to his ears. His could feel his climax coming, threatening to spill over any moment as if he was some teenage boy who’d just gotten hold of his first playboy, but he made him pace himself. Instead of focusing on his own excitement he watched her, committing every moment to memory, the way he had the first time they had ever done this.

He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, how her chest heaved against his, how she wrapped her legs around him forcing him to go deeper. He listened to her breaths, each now coming a little quicker and punctuated by moans as he did something to elicit them, immediately repeating his moves whenever they came.

‘Ads…honey I ain’t gon’ last much longer,’ he said with a groan as he felt that coil in his belly move to take over. Her eyes fluttered open at his voice, a smile on her lips.

‘I’m right behind you,’ she murmured, her fingers stroking his face gently giving him the go ahead. Elvis shifted, pulling back until they were no longer entangled and instead he was kneeling, her pulled onto his thighs as he moved in and out of her, his fingers playing with her clit as he did. Her head fell back with a moan, her own hands caressing her chest as she fluttered around him.

‘Fuck Addie,’ he grunted, any tenderness now thrown to the wayside for want and need.

‘Right there,’ she panted, ‘oh fuck.’

‘I’m gonna cum,’ Elvis said feeling himself start to spiral. Then she clenched around him and he was gone, spilling into her as she hit her own stride her walls locking onto him like a vice until he was completely empty. As he pulled out he flopped down beside her, immediately moving her onto her side so he could take in everything. Her eyes only opened as his hands found her waist and they fell quiet for a moment, Addison’s finger tracing the planes of his face as he watched her – his heart so full he thought it may burst.

‘Addie,’ he said after a moment but she shook her head silencing him.

‘Can we just do this for a minute?’ she asked hesitantly, ‘no autopsy, no dissecting, just…this, please?’

Elvis watched her. It didn’t escape his notice that she was employing the same tactics Lisa used whenever she wanted something. How her expectant gaze tugged on his heart strings. He could see she was hesitant, nervous even, that was why she was asking. But it didn’t worry him. That glow from before hadn’t gone and he could feel the love there, lingering between them. So if she needed him to take a minute, to allow her to breathe, he’d let her. He give her what she wanted.

✵✵✵

When Addison woke the following morning she was tucked into Elvis’ side, her hand on his chest, the steady thump of his heart underneath her fingertips. Yet it brought her no comfort, not when she knew she’d have to break it.

She’d allowed herself to lose focus, to give into what she wanted rather than what was best. When it came to her daughter she could make those decisions in an instant but he had this thing about him, this way of making her lose all senses. Senses that only came back into play when everything came back down to earth with a crash. She had spent the night watching him, analysing the planes of his face as though this would be the last time she’d ever see him. The way she had the day he had left for the draft. She supposed it was in a way. This was the last time he’d be with her like this, the last time their relationship would be truly okay before she wrecked it. And yet she couldn’t risk not doing. At least if she was the one to do the wrecking, if she got out before it all became a disaster she could minimise the damage. For all of them.

As he started to stir she realised she couldn’t lay there any longer. If he woke up and she was still in his arms it would give him hope, hope she’d have to spark out. So she slipped out of bed, throwing her discarded underwear on before she grabbed her dress off the floor. Yet as she started to button it he stirred, noticing he was lying in bed alone which forced him to open his eyes properly.

‘What’cha doing?’ he mumbled rubbing his eyes before he propped himself up on his elbow.

‘We slept in,’ Addison said continuing to button her dress though she refused to look at him, ‘the girls are probably wondering where we are.’

‘Daddy’s got ‘em,’ Elvis said though when she still didn’t look up he felt ice form in his veins. She was backing out.

‘Addie,’ he said moving towards her, wrapping the sheet around his waist as she picked her discarded shoes up off the floor.

‘I should check on them,’ she said though before she could get away he grabbed her by the waist, holding her still which finally forced her gaze to fall upon him. Her face was riddled with guilt, a quiver playing on her lips as he said, ‘Ads please don’t do this.’

‘Elvis,’ she said thickly.

‘Don’t, honey please don’t do this,’ he said, he was sure it sounded like begging but he couldn’t bring himself to think about pride at a time like this, ‘last night, last night you said you wanted me-’

‘I know,’ she said, tears brimming in her eyes.

‘So don’t do this,’ he said stroking her cheek, ‘please let’s just get back into bed and be what we want to be.’

‘I can’t,’ she said, her hand clasping around his wrist though she didn’t push him off unable to bring herself to get rid of the only comfort she had.  

‘Why not?’ he said, ‘I thought we were finally-’

‘I thought so too,’ she said sadly, ‘but I just can’t.’

‘Addie,’ he said as she pulled his hand away and moved towards the door.

‘I’m sorry okay,’ she said, grabbing her purse off the floor, ‘I wish I could but I just can’t. Not again. I’m sorry.’

And then she was out the door barrelling down the stone walkway outside towards the patio area. She could hear him calling her name, unable to get out of the door to follow her quick enough given that he was still undressed. Tears were brimming in her eyes now, but she forced them back hoping she wouldn’t bring too much attention when she got to the courtyard. Fortunately there weren’t many people around and she found Jerry and Marci sitting at a table by themselves.

‘Hey, we were just wondering when you were coming down,’ Marci said though her smile disappeared as she noted her friend’s forlorn expression, ‘what’s going-’

‘Have you seen the girls?’ Addison asked cutting her off.

‘They’re on the beach with Vernon,’ Jerry said feeling just as worried as Marci was as he asked, ‘everything okay?’

‘Can you watch them? When they get back I mean,’ Addison said hurriedly, knowing it wouldn’t take long for Elvis to appear if he had chosen to chase her.

‘Sure, Addie what’s going on?’ Marci said reaching out to touch Addison’s arm but she moved it out of her reach, looking away as she felt those tears start to spill down her cheeks.

‘Just watch them please?’ Addison said and before either of her friends could protest she walked off heading in the opposite direction she had come. Marci watched her friend go. She knew she should probably chase after her, ask her what was going on, but she also knew her friend well enough to know that wasn’t going to help anything. Not yet.

Instead she flopped back in her chair with a sigh, finding Jerry’s eyes on her as he said, ‘what the hell was that about?’

‘I don’t know,’ Marci sighed, ‘but my guess is it isn’t good.’

‘You’re probably right,’ Jerry sighed the cogs turning in his mind for a moment before he said, ‘was she wearing last night’s clothes?’

✵✵✵

Addison didn’t come back that day. She didn’t even come back that night. The thought of facing Elvis, knowing he would watch her with that same heartbroken face he had looked at her with that morning was too much. Yet it didn’t hurt as much as losing him all together had. How knowing they’d been kept apart had torn at her, breaking her into fractions as she tried to jumble the pieces into something coherent enough to look after a child. It didn’t hurt the way being left on her own had, how much it would hurt if she were to lose him again.

As she lay bed, just on the other side of the hotel yet feeling a million miles away, she thought of everything.

She thought of Jess. She thought about how this might affect her. She knew she wouldn’t understand, not yet anyway, but she hoped that eventually she’d see that Addison was making the right decision. She hoped that she’d understand that this didn’t change anything. That no matter what happened between her and Elvis she’d always be her number one priority, like she had been from the moment she was born.

She thought of Elvis. She thought of how he had loved her both then and now. She thought of his touch, his lips murmuring loving whispers into her ear when he thought she was asleep. She thought of that boy who had fought for them and failed. She thought of that boy who had been torn away from her time and time again coming back a whole new man who had never failed to turn her life on its head.

And then she thought of herself. Well not herself as she was now but that scared seventeen-year-old. The one that had cradled her baby bump as she cried herself to sleep night after night wondering if the pain in her heart would eventually make it stop altogether. She thought of the exhausted twenty-year-old trying to comfort her inconsolable child enough to make her fall asleep when the only background music was the screams of girls on the set of the Frank Sinatra show, agog at the idea of Elvis Presley being back on US soil. She thought of the twenty-seven-year-old. The one who had to ignore the twinge in her chest as she listened to the old dears in Marci’s salon rave about the wedding of the century, Elvis and Priscilla.

She couldn’t protect any of them.

She couldn’t make any of them feel any better, heal the hurt in their hearts.

But she could do it for herself now.

She had to.

✵✵✵

To no one’s surprise when Addison awoke the following morning she found she was exhausted and she didn’t expect her day to get any better as she trudged across the resort back to where she should’ve been staying. As she walked through the beautiful scenery she couldn’t help but feel cheated, the sun shining down on everyone, yet a cloud of gloominess seemed to engulf her. When she reached their part of the resort she was relieved to find there was no one around, given the early hour she doubted that anyone would be up which was good because she didn’t feel up to seeing anyone else. The only person she needed to see was Elvis.

She stood outside his door trying to work up the nerve to knock on it. She didn’t know why it was this hard, it wasn’t going to hurt any less if she did it now or ten hours from now, but just as she moved her hand to knock it opened and a woman appeared, Elvis just a step behind her.

‘Oh, uh hi,’ the woman said smiling awkwardly at Addison who looked at her dumbfounded, yet the woman didn’t seem to give her much thought as she turned around looking back at Elvis as she said, ‘call me tonight?’

‘Yeah sure,’ Elvis said though his eyes didn’t leave Addison who was now looking away from the pair of them, a scowl on her face.

‘Well, bye then,’ the woman said before she glanced between them one last time and then headed off down towards the courtyard. Only when she was a way up the pathway did Addison look at him, irritation flaming behind her eyes.

‘You are unbelievable,’ she said, her jaw clenching as she felt anger surge through her forcing her feet to move as she headed towards her room. Whatever she wanted to say now was gone, replaced by anger and a sense of foolishness. Of course he had bedded someone else in her absence. She’d spent her life trying to get over him and yet he’d done it in a night.

‘Addison!’ he called, ‘Addie wait!’

‘For what?! Why you got someone else in there you want me to meet?’ she asked whipping around to find him a step behind her, regret plastered all over his face though it flashed to irritation at her words.

‘Hey you were the one who said no remember,’ he said quietly before he stomped off back to his room. He left the door open, anticipating she would follow him which she did slamming it closed behind her hard enough to make the wooden beams that kept the place together to sway in its wake.

‘So your immediate reaction is to jump into bed with someone else?’ she scoffed.

‘Believe it or not I wasn’t exactly feeling my best last night,’ he snapped making her run her tongue across her teeth, ‘what you don’t believe me? I mean it wouldn’t surprise me seeing as we don’t seem to know what each other’s feeling anymore. I mean I thought we were on the same page that night but then you just dump me like trash on the side of the road-’

‘It wasn’t like that!’ Addison objected.

‘Yeah, well that’s how it feels,’ he countered adding with a mirthless laugh, ‘I guess that’s just your MO.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Addison scoffed, immediately making regret flow through him. They were getting into dangerous territory and he knew it.

‘Nothing, just forget it,’ he said.

‘No go on, if you’ve got something to say, say it,’ she snapped, fury in her eyes as she awaited his answer. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew the words that were dancing on his tongue were bound to cut deep and yet he couldn’t stop himself. She had broken his heart and he wanted to hurt her just as bad.

‘Okay you want to know what I think?’ he asked as though her giving him permission would make it any more justified.

‘Hit me,’ she said sarcastically.

‘You’re selfish,’ he shrugged.

‘What?!’

‘You’re selfish. You pretend you’re not. You hide behind it pretending that you’re just thinking of other people but you’re not. You’re thinking of yourself. Doing what you want,’ he said honestly.

‘That’s not true,’ she protested.

‘Isn’t it?’ he laughed, ‘who were you thinking about when you stomped all over my heart yesterday? Not me. Who were you thinking of when you let me fall in love with you again? I mean did you have any intention of loving me back? Because when you said you loved me for some reason I thought you might be telling the truth-’

‘It’s not that simple!’ Addison shouted. Their voices were loud now, the hurt unable to keep either of them civilised as it poured out of them, fifteen years of anger pain and frustration rearing their ugly head.

‘Because of Jess?’ he asked.

‘Of course because of Jess!’ Addison screamed.

‘Really? Because I think she’s fine with it. I think she’s been fine with it all along. I think you’re using her because you’re worried about how it’ll hurt you. How if this thing collapses, which I don’t understand how you could believe that, how you’ll feel. Not Jess,’ Elvis spat.

‘Don’t I have that right?’ Addison said moving towards him, he was staring down at her, his jaw tight and his chest heaving from where they had been shouting but she pressed on anyway, ‘don’t I get to decide what’s best for me? After everything I’ve been through-’

‘And what about what I went through?’ Elvis retorted angrily.

‘Oh yeah I’m sure a pretty new wife and a cute little kid tore ya up real bad,’ Addison sneered.

‘How about not seeing my daughter for fifteen years? Where does that rate in the Addison pity scale,’ Elvis snapped. It was a low blow, he could tell from the way she inhaled sharply, the pain of the accusation hitting her square in the chest.

‘You said you understood,’ she said, quieter than she had been since this whole thing had kicked off.

‘I did.’

‘And what now I don’t want to get back together you’ve changed your mind? Now you can’t get me into bed I’m a bitch is that it?’ she said.

‘I’m just wondering when you’ll take off again. Hell maybe it’s a good thing I know about Jess. At least this time I’ll get a say in what’s best for her instead of you doing what you think is right like always,’ Elvis said bitterly.

‘How dare you!’ Addison screamed, ‘everything I have ever done is for Jess. She is my family Elvis. The only one who never left me.’

‘I left for us! To save us!’ he yelled at her, ‘hell I even got rid of the Colonel for you!’

‘I never asked you to do that,’ she replied.

‘No but I did it anyway! Because I love you Addison,’ he said his voice dropping in volume as his declaration of love spilled out, ‘but you can’t see past yourself to think about it.’

They were quiet for a moment, the tension in the air palpable as they watched one another. He had done enough, tore into her so much he was sure that any hope they had would be lost by now. He should’ve stopped. He should’ve kept the words inside himself and yet they were there once more threatening to come out as she watched him with pain splashed across her face. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to make her feel the pain he had been living with the moment he had noticed she was going to bolt. And so he went for the thing that would hurt her the most.

‘You know maybe it’s better this way,’ he said with a mirthless laugh, ‘maybe it’s better if we don’t play happy families. Maybe it’s better if we just stay apart, hell, maybe she should stay with me full time.’

‘She wouldn’t leave me,’ Addison said in a whisper, ‘you wouldn’t dare.’

‘Wouldn’t I? I mean you got her for fifteen years why shouldn’t I? You know something? Maybe she’d be better off. She’d sure as shit learn a few things.’

‘Oh yeah like what? How to buy everyone’s love? How to pout like a petulant child when something doesn’t go your way?’

‘Maybe she’d learn that doing what you want, what makes you happy isn’t such a bad thing. Maybe she’d learn that you don’t have to be a god damn martyr all the fuckin’ time and that being miserable doesn’t make you any better than anyone. Maybe she’d learn not to run away at the tiniest hint of a problem,’ Elvis ranted.

‘That’s not what this is,’ Addison snapped.

‘Isn’t it?’ Elvis scoffed, ‘you know maybe the Colonel was right. Maybe you are just like Mona.’

He heard it before he felt it. The ear-splitting thwack as her hand slapped him hard across the face pain flooding to it in an instant though he didn’t know how anything could hurt as much as his heart did at that moment. His cheek was hot to the touch as he rubbed where hers had connected with it and yet it didn’t sting as much as the way she was looking at him did. It was a look of betrayal.

He knew he shouldn’t have said it, how his words would cut deeper than he had intended and given the way she was moving towards the door in haste he realised he was right.

‘Addie,’ he sighed stepping forward to follow her though she raised a hand to stop him.

‘Don’t,’ she said trying to remain stern though it was betrayed by the way she was gnawing on her lip trying to keep herself from crying.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said hoping she’d realise he was being honest.

‘You know what?’ she said sadly, ‘if you want me to stick around maybe you should stop giving me reasons to run away.’

And then she was gone, leaving Elvis standing there wishing he’d kept his mouth shut.

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#my writing #elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley x ofc #elvis x ofc #elvis and addison #here you come again

[thearvariblues]

"Vegas doesn't want to leave the mafia because it's all he's ever known, and also because yayyy, murder!"

Yes, I'm sorry you're missing the point of his entire character arc, I guess?

Now bear with me. I agree that in canon, he probably doesn't want to leave this life, and for several reasons, the "it's all he's ever known" being one of them. He doesn't want to or try to leave despite the fact that he clearly hates some aspects of it - most importantly the constant battle with the main family, and also his father bossing him around and using him as his personal punching bag. His other reasons include:

a) the need to prove to his father that he is a worthy son

b) the wish to beat the main family as he's been taught to do his whole life

c) the need to protect his younger brother because let's face it, Vegas being an obedient son is likely the main reason why Gun doesn't extend his parenting methods to Macau, too

d) the mere fact that Vegas doesn't have a single reason outside of the mafia that would encourage him to get the fuck out of there

And then Pete turned his life and brain upside down and Vegas got hit by feelings - and, a little later, a few bullets.

By the end of canon, everything has changed for him. As he himself says, he has nothing left. His father is dead, the minor family is no more, all that's left of it is a vague concept that has already been served on a silver platter to Porsche. He barely survived being shot, and he has months of recovery before him, and it's unlikely that he'll ever be able to fully recover and gain his strength back. He will suffer the consequences of his injuries, and he won't be the same Vegas who was able to go on raids. He'll be tired. He'll be in pain. He'll have bad days when he'll barely be able to function. We don't like to hear it, but it's a FACT.

And on top of that, all his reasons for not leaving the mafia are... Gone. He doesn't have a father whose approval he would want to win. The minor family has been taken away from him. He doesn't need to protect Macau anymore, at least not from his father. And he has a reason to leave all the bullshit behind him - he has Pete, who told him, loud and clear, that he's not about to leave him. And he has his brother.

And what's more important, neither of them loves or needs him because he's Vegas the killer, Vegas from the minor family. They love him because he's VEGAS. They are their own little family now. And in the hospital scene, we can clearly see that Vegas is happy. Content. He doesn't mention going back to his mafia life, and Pete, judging by his clothes, so different from his bodyguard days, isn't about to do it either.

I mean... Why would Vegas go back to being a nobody, to being the main family's bloody hands, to being even less than he used to be, because he's not even the heir anymore?

(And on a related note - why would Pete want to go back to a place where he had to constantly wear an impenetrable mask when with Vegas, he's finally being seen?)

Do I think that no matter what, Vegas and Pete will get dragged, kicking and screaming, back to the mafia bullshit? Oh, yes. It doesn't matter whether it will be by emotional blackmail or some other strategic coercion methods (aka "you see, the main family technically paid for your recovery, so you owe us"), they will get dragged back, but they sure as hell won't like it.

Vegas learning that there's something more important than his mafia life and the violence it entails is the whole POINT of his character arc, for fuck's sake.

And to reduce him to "well he's mafia because he's always been mafia, and also because he loves murder, hahaha" is missing, well... basically the whole plot, really.

Sorry, not sorry.

#vegas theerapanyakul #vegaspete #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #am i being bitchy? yeah a little

[fayfayrxx]

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐢

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: Jade has invited Tori over to work on an assignment for Sikowitz, but the two get distracted, and end up having a pillow fight, ending with flirty remarks.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: enemies -> friends w tension, fluff

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, unless pillow fights trigger you idk

Rain tapped against the windows gently, which would have put Tori right to sleep, if it weren’t for the screaming and sounds of knives slicing skin interrupting the peace. Not real skin and screams, of course, just “The Scissoring.” Normally, Tori wouldn’t have watched this movie in her free time, and she wasn’t- she was at Jade’s house - solely for the purpose of homework though (which Jade insists).

The reason why Tori was in her enemy’s house was that Sikowitz assigned them to write a short story together for homework and act it out the next class. Normally, this would be easy for the two girls, but because they need to work together it has proven to be more difficult. What wasn’t part of the homework, however, was to be cuddled up next to each other while one was on the verge of tears from fear. That one being Tori, of course. The only reason why Jade was currently tolerating this is because Tori was watching the movie with her, which took enough convincing in the first place.

Tori’s face was nuzzled into the crook of Jade’s neck, her hand grasping onto the other black, lacy shirt. Jade, on the other hand, was just laughing under her breath, teasing Tori as she cowered.

“Really, Vega, I’d assume you would have seen at least some slashers in the 18 years of your pathetic life?” She’d comment teasingly, which resulted in Tori gasping in an overdramatic, teasing manner. She’d release Jade from her grasp and would grasp a pillow, quickly hitting Jade’s shoulder with it.

“Hey! Don’t be talking so much smack when I’m the one who wrote the whole paper!” She’d say, instantly regretting the words as Jade shot her an icy, terrifying glare as she picked up the pillow again. Tori would instantly attempt to scramble away, flailing wildly, and failing. “Jade! J-“ She was cut off as the pillow hit her repeatedly, Jade smacking her as if there was no tomorrow.

Surprisingly, Tori just started laughing. She’d grin wildly as Jade continued her weak assault, “Hey!!” She’d laugh, which resulted in a little smile tugging at Jade’s lips, which were painted in black lipstick. The two girls would spend another minute or so aimlessly wrestling with pillows, laughter and small thuds filling the room joyously.

Eventually, Jade would surrender, falling back down onto her messy sheets, breathing heavily as she giggled breathily. Tori soon collapsed next to her, laughing much more boisterously. They were both a mess, their hair everywhere, clothes all twisted, makeup smudged, but they didn’t care about that right now. “Sorry about your…” Tori spoke, “Everything,” She’d finish, before chuckling as she turned to look at Jade, a little flustered to see that the dark-haired girl was looking at her already.

“It’s fine, payback, I guess,” the raven would say, nodding to the TV screen. Tori would laugh a bit, and just find herself looking at Jade. The way her messed up hair spread on the pillows, her smudged mascara made her eyes look sleepier, and her black lipstick chipped in some places. A smile would cross her face. “What??” Jade would say skeptically, narrowing her eyes.

“You’re just pretty, is all.”

“Oh.” Jade would flush, pursing her lips and looking in the other direction. Tori would giggle, before hearing what sounded like a mumble from Jade.

“Hm?” The brunette would ask, moving a bit closer in an attempt to hear what the other said.

“youreprettytoo.” She’d say a little louder, her words slurred. Tori felt her face heat up, now aware of what Jade had said, but she decided to tease Jade a little more.

“Sorry, what was that??” She’d chirp. Jade would suddenly turn to face the brunette. The girls lay on their sides, their faces only inches apart as they looked at each other, silent for a moment.

“You’re pretty too, Vega.” Jade would say in her normal tone of voice, yet her words wavering a bit. Something that Tori noticed was that whenever Jade complimented her, she would never make eye contact, like, for instance, right now, Jade’s fingers were fidgeting with the black bedsheets idly. Tori would smile dumbly as if she’d never been complimented before.

“Thank you, Jade.”

“yeah, whatever. Fix your hair..” Jade would mumble, before she reached forward, gently pushing a bit of Tori’s hair behind her ear. Tori knew her face was red. She never experienced such gentleness from Jade.

“ah…” She’d mutter, smiling softly.

“I’d rather see your face than your dead ends sometimes.” Jade would murmur. There she was again, Tori would muse, rolling her eyes.

“Goodnight Jade.” She’d say as she pulled the blankets up to her shoulders.

“Goodnight, Vega.” Jade would mock Tori in her stupid impression voice as she leaned over, turning off the lamp on her bedside table.

“That doesn’t sound like me, Jade.” Tori would mumble sassily, despite the smile she was burying in Jade’s velvety pillow sheets. 

𝐚/𝐧: AAAA sorry 4 the wait </3 i got sick and unmotivated ughh. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little scenario with my faves :) Thank you sm to those who voted on the poll, it was great motivation!!! Likes and reblogs are appreciated <333 - Fable

#victorious #jori #jori fanfiction #wlw #jade west #tori vega #jade #tori #sapphic #fanfic #victorious au #victorious fanfic #fluff #lgbtq #lesbian

[chazzielynx]

Assigning Sleep Token Songs to Redacted Characters.

Hashtag is this too niche, lmao.

Characters in this post: Brachium, Geordi, Vincent, Avior, James, Blake, Hush, Regulus, Anton, Sam, Milo

Note: I am mainly using their latest album. All of these are just my opinions.

TW: Vincent's one briefly mentions self harm. Also Sleep Token is the opposite of angst free so read with caution.

Brachium - Chokehold (this bitch is getting angrier and angrier and I am heeere for it. "We act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake" GRAA)

Geordi - Granite (now I'm not here to hate on Cutie. But this song screams Geordi to Cutie. But specifically "so keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever"?!?! Crying, sobbing)

Gavin - DYWTYLM (Early Gavin in particular. I feel like he truly thought they were only fond of his sexual favors in the beginning. So this is him questioning everything "it's getting harder to be myself" yeah. Yeeeeah)

Avior - Take Me Back To Eden (there are so many lines I could use here like fr. But I'd say this is mostly his anger about being stuck in that hellscape "I don't know what's got its teeth in me but I'm about to bite back in anger" I have his "what mindless force of nature" speech memorised at this point lmao)

Vincent - Are you really okay? (Now this might be projecting, but I feel like Lovely struggled more with all of what they went through than we might know. And Vincent so desperate to help but doesn't know how "cutting deeper than the scars could run" why do I do this to myself)

Porter - The Summoning (we only really know his sassy and his sexual side so far. This song screams dom-masochist. "You've got my body, flesh and bone, the sky above, the earth below"...need I say more)

Blake - Vore (this whole song screams hehe get it cause it's a heavy screaming song anyway seer wanting to devote his life to change their lover's fate: "there is always sth in the way I wanna have you to myself for once" Change my mind.)

James - Aqua Regia (now this is purely based off of vibes GIVE ME MY HUSBAND BACK ahem but I feel like this man would use fancy science words to explain his love. Also "running to your heart when you're thinking of" AHH)

Hush - Rain (this man needed one hug from Doc and he felt better. LIKE SIR "touch me again, I feel my shadow dissolving" whole song feels like him)

Ivan - Ascensionism (I feel like I could write an essay on how this describes Sadism Hold Ivan. But to demonstrate: "half algorithm, half deity" = Vega, "blood stains on the collar means just don't ask" = Baby, "you want someone to be your reflection" = Ivan)

Regulus - The Apparition (now, this is a little bit of a shot in the dark because except for last year's Halloween audio, I haven't listened to his playlist yet. But based on vibes, this seems to match. Don't come for me)

Anton - Euclid (little bit of a stretch mayhaps but this could be Anton away from his partner "call me when you get the chance, I can feel the walls around me closing in" and a lot more angsty lines)

Bonus Songs (because I love them)

Sam - Blood Sport (specifically this is Darlin in the beginning of their relationship, feeling like they're just dragging Sam into their bloody trauma "Even if [...] the heavens just won't open up for me, would you invite me in again?" Hmm)

Milo - Drag Me Under Again (now technically this is such an Avior song, like hello. But this feisty werewolf is in awe with his partner to this day. And he may not call himself a poet but this mf literally said "you feel like forever in my arms" HELLO SIR. So the admiration in this song fits)

#i definitely have a problem #redactedaudio #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted #redactedverse #sleep token

[lily-orchard]

Fandom have big grapes over live action, Disney films understandable some of them are not really that good *cough *cough Mulan and some are just meh 😑 met, and you wonder what are your thoughts on them is it good? Is it bad Do you feel like the live action? Movies are just drying the wells of creative ideas or just another case of fandom just have a stick up their ass

I really liked Maleficent, because it was operating under the premise of "We don't need to make Sleeping Beauty again, you've already had it. Let's do something different and fun. What if Maleficent was the good guy?"

Some people really didn't like that it was such a departure from the original, but...

It wasn't so much a remake as a reimagining, and honestly all the live action remakes should have been like that.

Some people are surprised to learn that I like Maleficent because it's basically the edgy reboot of Sleeping Beauty, but it's edgy for actually edgy reasons. It's Kill Bill but with Sylvanas Windrunner, and features women having positive relationships with other women, I love it.

Why didn't they do more of that? Why was Beauty and the Beast just a shot for shot remake of the original, but occasionally addressing dumb stupid nitpicks the internet has about it? You had Emma Watson as Belle and your only idea was to just copy the romantic arc she had in her last big movie? With some Mom Mystery for some reason?

That movie just screams "Written by Tumblr."

Your last movie was a rape-revenge story, but you didn't want to be as out there this time? This could have been the lesbian teratophilia movie of everyone's dreams if they weren't fucking COWARDS. Make the beast a girl, and when she says "I will let your father go if you promise to stay here forever" and Belle is like

Why the FUCK isn't Mulan the transmasc gay love story we all wanted to see?!

Fuck it, I'm gonna say it, Cruella had the right fucking idea. Yeah "Dalmations killed my parents" is stupid as a motivation, but it's CRUELLA FUCKING DEVILLE! SHE LITERALLY SKINS PUPPIES! STUPID IS THE NAME OF THE GAME!

Petty bitch girlboss villain is exactly what you should want from a Cruella movie. That is fucking hysterical, it's genius!

That's what the live action remakes should be. Maybe a little subversive, maybe a little deconstructive, but at their core the live action remakes should be NEW ANGLES FOR THE STORY.

Some people are complaining about how the Hercules remake is going to be inspired by TikTok, but honestly given the animated movie being like "Okay Vegas and Christian Gospel choirs just had a fucking fabulous freak baby" I think that's keeping in the spirit of the original. If you don't want to see a hunky boy in a skirt doing goofy TikTok dances, you hate fun. You completely and utterly hate fun.

The good remakes are the ones that do out-there stuff like this.

[papakhan]

Character Ask Game: 2, 6, 10, and 29 for Boone. Go on, be a hater. Unleash it. 👀

oh my god i think i reblogged that meme back in January and only just saw these I'm Soooo sorry :'( I will do them now as well while I'm here. Also thank you so much for enabling me to be a little hater <3

Character Asks

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you’ve sent me a character I don’t like)

I mixture of 2 things made me into a true Boone hater. No.1 is When I first played New Vegas I thought the Khans were kinda wack, not really evil but I didn't really like them either. Then I got the line from Jack about Papa being "a softie at heart" and it immediately made me rethink them. And me being more sympathetic towards them made me question the rest of their treatment at the hands of other characters in the game, one of whom being Boone. No.2 was seeing how wack his fans were about defending his actions and how much they will make shit up about him to justify his actions. Like idk I saw fem!courier number 8784589 loving stroking Boone's arm and tearfully say "its soo sad you were forced to kill those raider children but don't worry I forgive you" and I just snapped ig

6. My least favorite ship of them

I hate Manny/Boone with a firey passion for real there is a special place in my heart dedicated to hating that ship. I just hate everything about it, Manny's conflict with Carla is interesting enough just stemming him being from a poor family in North Vegas and her being from a more well-off family from the Strip, you don't need to add romance to it to make it more ~spicy~. At no point does he even allude towards being in love with Boone, he's just pissed off because he hates his besties wife. I hated my bestie's boyfriend and it wasn't because I was in love with her it was because her boyfriend was a prick. And I feel like there's a lot of people really into it who don't really seem to notice the connotations they're cooking up. Like seriously can we not have the canonically gay brown/latino man be the spiteful jealous ex-lover who is trying to steal the poor innocent white soldierboy away from his loving wife guys cmon do these people not know how bad this makes them look. I'm gripping these people by the shoulders and shaking them very hard. Anyway I hate it so much let my OC fuck Manny instead <3

10. Describe the character in one sentence

A boot-licking war criminal who learnt nothing and who gets too much credit.

29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren’t?)

Awful. Not only is he emotionally constipated but he's also former military, basically a marine, so I think he'd just order his kids around and be like :/ when they don't do what he says. And that's me being nice about it, I've had plenty of ex military men scream in my face as a child for crying, I don't think he'd be that bad but he wouldn't be good. Maybe it's hot take but I don't think it is considering he shot his own wife and also countless Khan children so I don't think it's too much of a stretch to think he doesn't take any special considerations when handling kids. He'd expect them to function as NCR recruits or would just ignore them <3

#txt #i feel so muhc better now thank you LMAO

[probablygayattorneys]

I told my brother that if I never play Azran Legacy then Emmy never leaves and I can keep her in that moment forever

And he decided to lift the burden on me by just telling me why she left, thereby ripping off that bandaid. Only problem is, he’s never played Azran Legacy (or any Layton game, for that matter) so he doesn’t know either. But he wasn’t going to let that stop him, so he came up with a reason. And then a few more, just in case.

These reasons include:

-Roundhouse kicked a high ranking government official and is avoiding trial

-Layton doesn’t kill people… but he doesn’t always save them either, and then the train crashed.

-Took the fall for Two-Face killing cops so Harvey Dent’s legacy will live on

-She was the only one who could disarm the bomb but to keep her wife and kids safe she let Descole break her neck.

-Flashed her titties to everyone and is now off to find new people to flash

-She wasn’t actually the Professor’s assistant, she was his apprentice, but near the end of the game she really deepens her connection with the Force and starts to believe that she can overpower him and become the new Professor… however, when she tried to pull off this fight, it’s over, Emmy, the Professor has the high ground.

-Got a job at Hooters which has been a longtime dream of hers and the Professor told her she absolutely could not abandon her dreams to stay his assistant

-Bees.

-She learned the greatest secret the American government has been trying to keep from the public for years (Obama's last name) and had to be eliminated by any means possible.

-Emmy sacrificed herself to save the rest of them from the balrog but she comes back in New World Of Steam as Emmy the White.

-Got a ticket for the Eras tour and is still stuck in traffic leaving the stadium

-She was in a motorcycle accident and plowed into the side of an airplane hanger. She was so innocent… and stoned, apparently.

-After they all sang Seize the Day, she wasn’t able to escape from the cops and they hauled her off to the refuge.

-It’s not Emmy. The first Emmy you see, the teenage one he helps is Emmy, but every single one since is Don Paolo.

-She was just a courier, meant to deliver something to New Vegas, but the game was rigged from the start.

-Moved to Seattle with Grosky to start their own law office.

-This one just says "Bones"

-Was killed by 30-50 feral hogs that ran into her yard within 3-5 minutes while Luke was playing.

-Drove a segway off a cliff

-Bruce Willis was DEAD the ENTIRE TIME!

-Left a note that says “Professor’s Assistant Emmeline Altava Chooses Death” and then fucked off to Europe or something for a year

-She ran away to be with Descole. She was attracted to his manly figure. His Waluigi like body. His spindly little legs. The cut of his jib, if you will.

-Rode her Vespa into a crowd of people while screaming “PEPSI MAN!”

-Didn’t learn STREET SMARTS from JJ Bittenbinder and went to a secondary location

-“Tell me about the rabbits, Emmy.”

-She’s a Russian sleeper agent sent to kill the professor and it’s just taken so damn long because a good hitman doesn’t leave collateral damage but she finally got Layton away from Luke long enough to get the job done.

-Was at a bar on international women’s day, did two shots and tried to fight another girl which caused an all out full bar fight and she fell into a coma after a third girl hit her over the head with an almost full bottle of Hood River Gin.

-Professor Sycamore’s airship flew her to places she’d never been… now she’s lying on the cold hard ground (goat noise)

-The time machine wasn’t stable enough to keep her in the present and it sent back in time to the moment the time machine exploded, sealing her fate.

-Moved to France to learn how to be a heart surgeon.

-She finally was approved to manage her own Dairy Queen franchise.

-She is dead and has been for the past ten years. The professor needs to let her go. The accident wasn’t his fault.

-She walked to Memphis to become a dentist. Anything but this.

-Most think... She died.

-....But I think we oughta believe she made it to the other side :)

#professor Layton and the Azran legacy #Emmy altava #I’m queuing this almost three months in advance #so by the time it posts I’ll almost definitely know #or I will still be playing A Wonderful Life and no one will have seen or heard from me since the release date #could go either way #also do not ask me for clarification on any of these #lord knows I don’t know and my brother probably forgot about the entire conversation the next day #queue takumi defense squad #actually when i stopped playing AL i kept pushing it back #worried that somehow by some bizarre trick one of them would actually be weirdly close to the truth #so we've been adding to it literally all throughout the summer and fall and will continue to until it goes live #and i will probably continue to do that until i finish AL #so either you will never see this post #or someone finally held me accountable #and on that day #i will move this post up to the very top of the queue

[rainbowcolored7]

Okay okay okay, I know I'm probably off the rails here, and this might only matter to me, but hear me out... I know there have been a few deep looks into the Kinn-Porsche-Vegas scene at the spa from ep.4, which were wonderful, but they spoke mostly of Kinn and Vegas. (Rightfully so, the shots were focused mainly on them). I haven't seen anyone really delve into Porsche in this scene, and if someone has and I missed it I'm sorry! Please point me in the direction if someone has because I would love to read it.

I, for some ungodly reason, can't let this scene go when it pertains to Porsche in particular. Maybe it's because I can relate to Porsche a lot, it's easier for me to get inside his head than it is Kinn or Vegas. Maybe I'm projecting a bit, but I do my best to stay unbiased when it comes to analyzing any type of media. So, I'm going to try and dig into this scene a bit more, coming at it from the POV of Porsche.

What really grabbed my attention the most about this scene, beside the obvious, is just how quiet Porsche is through the entire scene. He quite literally doesn't say a single word the entire time. I kept asking myself why? Why is he so subdued here? It's so uncharacteristic of him to not have something to say, big or small.

I've seen people say he's clueless, confused, that the d/s elements are beginning to come into play. All of which I simultaneously agree with and don't. To me, it felt like there was more going on here. I've said that Porsche is smarter than he lets on, that we joke about him being a single braincelled himbo, but that truly he's got a lot going on in his head all the time. Just like Kinn, he's good (if not better) at hiding what he's really thinking and feeling. So, of course, I couldn't just take this scene at face value from his POV. I needed more.

From the start, after he finally wakes, he seems tired, a little out of it. Don't blame him, he's essentially coming back from a bout of heat stroke. (Kinn, really? Rude...) He's probably feeling tired, relaxed, thirsty, hungry etc. He looks like he could go for a nice ass nap even though he just woke up from being passed out. But he's coming to, he's talking, he's engaging.

But as soon as Vegas enters it's almost as if he shuts down? He's polite, which isn't a surprise after his last interaction with Macau (and then again after Vegas lit his smoke, he's friendly and polite). He's clearly learned his lesson when it comes to the minor family. (Well, at least when it comes to manners, if nothing else).

It's a short moment before Kinn enters the room as well, but even before that happens Porsche doesn't appear interested in engaging with Vegas. His focus is on the food, his head down, a polite half-smile on his face for a second. His body language is showing me he doesn't want any part of any conversation Vegas might want to have. Of course, this could have to do with what Kinn said on the balcony, but even then it still felt off to me.

So, I went back through the last few eps to see if I could pinpoint any moment where Porsche was similarly quiet and/or had similar body language/facial expressions. There were a few, and the correlating feelings and emotions spoke volumes to me.

The first moment was when Porsche finds Kinn at the bar in ep.1, long line of bodyguards, sitting pretty, and waiting for him. From the moment Porsche walks in the bar he's quiet, evaluating the threat (I notice every single time how he looks at the bodyguards and then touches his bruised ribs like he's taking stock and preparing to have to fight). Kinn is doing most of the talking. Porsche is observing, he's nervous, he's uncomfortable. Kinn is gently threatening him, throwing his power and pull in Porsche's face. Porsche's questions and remarks are short and to the point, but other than that he's silent and his expressions and body language scream threat, uncomfortable, maybe even a little afraid.

The next moment I pulled was right after Big kicks Porsche to the floor during the compound tour. Chan steps in, and all of Porsche's playful bravado disappears. He's being directly and indirectly reprimanded by Chan, he's out of his depth. He's already feeling like he's been backed into a corner and his hand has been forced, and now it's being shoved in his face again, in front of all the other guards no less!

Anyone who's had a first day at a new job can relate to the overwhelming feelings Porsche is probably feeling here. If I were Porsche I'd have pit stains so big I'd need a new shirt. He tried to assert his dominance and was quickly denied, shoved in line. His shifting gaze speaks highly of feeling incredibly uncomfortable, a similarity to his constant shifting gaze in the food-spa scene.

Before moving on to the next scene I pinpointed, I want to point out that, regardless of when Porsche is feeling uncomfortable or out of his element, he doesn't always appear this way. Looking back at it now, it actually kind of throws me a bit how brash he is when he goes to speak with daddy Korn. Even then, not feeling fully in control and in totally new territory, he still manages a quip or two. He holds his own, he tests some buttons, respectfully. Out of everyone you would think Porsche would remain quiet for, you would think Korn would be one of the tops, but it wasn't. Curious? Maybe.

The next couple scenes don't really fit in so much, but I wanted to add them because they're good examples of showing Porsche feeling incredibly uncomfortable and quite literally a fish out of water, which can be compared to potential feelings he's having during the food-spa scene. Both of these scenes he is silent in. He's been called out, he's been humiliated. He has nothing to say (that he can get away with unscathed that is), and he's actively trying not to dig himself a into a deeper hole than he already has.

Again, sidenote, the scene in ep.2 where Macau goes crying to daddy and big bro, before Kinn puts Porsche down, he is very brash and blasé. I believe this speaks heavily to him still not taking anything seriously, not believing his life or anyone else's is in true danger. After this his behavior begins to change, and we begin to see him trying to understand and taking things a bit more seriously. (Even with Tankhun he's actively trying to get better, he's doing his best to make good of a shitty fucking situation).

So, the next moment where I recognized some similarities in expression/silence/body language is the scene where Kinn has ordered Mes to be beaten to talk.

Here he is again, out of his element, in the exact place he never thought he would be. He's uncomfortable, he's upset, triggered by his memories of his uncle and his past, as confided in with Pete. He's trying to fit into this new role he's been forced into and he's struggling. (And I will quite literally never get over how Kinn makes Pete take him out after seeing how upset he is).

So, this brings us back to the food-spa scene. After Kinn enters the room Porsche's gaze is constantly and consistently sliding over to Kinn. For insight? For acknowledgment? For direction? What is Porsche feeling here?

He's been having another day, for sure. He's been trying to piece together what happened the night before, he's been trying to make sense of Kinn's odd behavior towards him the whole day. (This is still before he remembers that Kinn kissed him on the pier). He's here, sitting with two major players in the Theerapanyakul family after having a very genuine and intimate conversation with Kinn in the sauna. He passed out in his boss's lap, he's probably feeling very off, confused, perhaps just a bit fed up with the entire day.

Both Vegas and Kinn are essentially having a conversation with/about Porsche, but clearly not actually wanting any input from Porsche himself. Porsche is obviously annoyed by this (who wouldn't be? Geez boys), having Kinn speak for him, but he still allows it, without his usual quips, without his usual foot in mouth expression. Is it Vegas' presence, is it Kinn?

Comparing all the previous scenes to this one, I would say Porsche is once again feeling backed into a corner. He's feeling like he has no control, no choice, no voice, no agency. He's tired, he's trying to remain polite because he knows what dangers it could cause if he's himself right now. This whole conversation is about him, something I don't think goes over his head, and he is writhing with annoyance about it. He's uncomfortable, he's out of his element again, almost like he's back where he started. Except this time, when he wants to say something, he can't, and I think it's really bothering him. He's not used to not being able to speak his mind openly.

This... Was a very long-winded way of saying hey, Porsche was uncomfy during this scene, not lacking a braincell. There you go, there's the summary of this this word-vomit lol.

I'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this! I had more to say but I'm a bottle of wine in and losing the ability to form real coherent thoughts after spending basically my entire evening fleshing this out.

Thanks for reading, if you got all the way to the end! 💜

#kinnporsche #imm mates #kp meta #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche the series #y'all i really don't know #why this scene got to me so bad #but it did #and so here we are #i hope it makes sense #i could very well just be talking out my ass #but i FEEL it #I having SO MANY FEELINGS #idk #enjoy? #my words

[teenjiism]

just thinking about vegas, now home from the hospital, recovering slowly and just trying to forget, you know, how his life fell apart completely -- save for pete and macau, his little family -- getting scared shitless when pete suddenly says "i think we should talk about your past... conquests."

because now, vegas and pete are doing okay, or at least, doing better. they talk about things, they try to work through past traumas and heal together. they give each other space when needed, comfort, when asked for. pete still flinches sometimes when vegas turns around too abruptly, vegas sometimes freezes when pete holds a knife. sometimes they cry, they scream at each other for hours, until they're both exhausted and emotionally drained, in each other's arms. vegas is trying so desperately hard to give everything to pete, to show him how truly important he is to vegas. he feels miserable and lost, but he never fails to show pete that he helps vegas be less of a broken monster, that vegas worships the ground pete walks on.

but this question -- it makes vegas freeze. because he knows pete means porsche and tawan. he knows this is yet another ugly part of himself that has to be unpacked, yet another atrocity that will either make or break their relationship, just like everything else about vegas. but pete isn't asking maliciously, or in an accusatory tone; he just wants to know, because it's part of vegas. so vegas tells him, everything from a to z, the ways he manipulated and played these men, and many more, just to get what he wanted. and pete listens, without a word. vegas would be the first one to admit his cruelty, he's self-aware enough and he prides himself in it. but in front of pete, he feels small and disgusting, unworthy of pete's grandiose feelings and sacrifice.

he promised honesty, promised to be a better man for pete, so he tells him the truth -- he doesn't regret what he did to tawan, he was a toy, a disgusting leech, dirt on the sole of his shoes. and while pete doesn't voice it, he agrees that tawan deserved it. he does, however, regret what he did to porsche, at least in some way. it's just because you didn't succeed, the ugly voice in his brain supplies, sounding eerily like his father's, but he shakes it off; as much as he likes playing with people, porsche didn't deserve it. vegas is slowly coming to terms with the fact that kinn doesn't deserve his hatred, either. he's still not a huge fan, but his feelings towards kinn have a lot more to do with their fathers than with kinn. and kinn can be an okay guy if vegas tries really hard (although vegas' jealous bone would appreciate it if pete stopped talking so much about him, even if he knows it's because pete's trying to make him see kinn in a more objective light.)

admitting that he regrets some of what he did -- to porsche or to anyone, really, is easy compared to suppressing the voice in his head that tells him pete might leave him for this. or just about anything else, any time.

but he doesn't. pete, beautiful, amazing, loving, understanding pete, just takes his hand and continues listening. i would never do this to you, vegas wants to scream after every word. i know i did much worse to you and i don't deserve your trust, but please believe me when i say i would never hurt you again, he wants to beg pete to understand. so he does, because pete is more important than his dignity and pride, more important than anything else.

it's not easy, their relationship. but they continue to try and get better, because despite how dysfunctional they might be, they deserve an honest shot at happiness.

#vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #pete phongsakorn #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #this was going to be a short post #but then it almost turned into a monster of a post #might just get off my ass and write this as a drabble or something #oh the so many ideas i have for vegaspete fics #just vegas in his vulnerable state baring his heart to pete

[cuteandtwisted]

What are your top 5 KPTS scenes/moments?

Ahhh so difficult to choose 5 but here goes nothing:

1. Kinn lets Porsche go in the forest and Porsche runs back to kiss him and hold him (episode 6). I don’t know how to explain what this scene did to me. This whole episode was incredible character development-wise. There wasn’t much plot, but it left me in tears. The way Porsche offered to cut off his hand. The way Kinn just MELTS and realizes “oh fuck. I’m in love with him”. The music, the kiss in the dark, the yearning, Porsche NOT denying or rejecting his attraction to and affection for Kinn. Incredible.

2. Porsche returns Kinn’s cheek kiss by his parents’ grave by running his fingers over it, bringing them to his lips, then bringing them to Kinn’s cheek right back (episode 13). This was the softest, smoothest, loveliest thing I’ve ever seen!!!! The blush on Porsche’s cheeks. His shyness. Kinn’s happiness!! The way he’s SO WHIPPED for Porsche and would do ANYTHING for him?? So true!!

3. Kinn and Porsche in Vegas’ bathroom (episode 7)… lord. This scene changed lives. My jaw was ON THE FLOOR??? The tension?? The release?? Cathartic!! And Porsche’s/Apo’s whole body and face in that scene live in my head rent free. And the way Kinn just melts down at the end and clutches Porsche so hard. Screaming ‘you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine’ but really saying ‘I’m yours i’m yours i’m yours/i need you so much i can’t lose you i can’t be without you’ without even saying the words. Incredible. Showstopping. And MileApo’s chemistry and dedication?? No one is doing it like them!

4. Kinn and Porsche gun shootout tango (episode 14). That whole sequence. “I’m on your side”. The way they worked together. Porsche being feral and ruthless and defending Kinn to the death and looking INCREDIBLE while doing it. The theme song blasting as they kick some ass TOGETHER. Porsche being “Kinn’s heart”. Kinn’s utter panic Vegas points the gun at Porsche. Chef’s kiss.

5. Kinn saves Porsche’s life during the Mes shooting situation (episode 3). The way he gravitates towards him, cares for him, keeps an eye for him. And has NO IDEA WHY OR HOW OR what he’s even doing. The way he sent Porsche out while they were beating Mes up because he saw how uncomfortable Porsche was. The way he put himself out there to prevent Porsche from getting shot. Porsche being confused as hell. The TENSION between them later when Kinn showed up to tend to his stupid wound. Incredible.

Honorable mentions

- Kinn kissing Porsche’s forehead right after the “I have another gun scene” (and Jeff Satur belting in the background aaaa) (episode 7). It’s Kinn’s vulnerable gaze that does me in here. It’s every time Kinn looks at Porsche like that, like ‘Oh fuck’ before leaning into his feelings because he can’t not do that. It’s also their first kiss by the pier in episode 3. Oh what a surprise that was. How Kinn couldn’t help himself. It’s the moment in the helicopter, the moment at the back of Yok’s bar. It’s every time it’s just them and Kinn feels like his heart is about to burst at the sight of Porsche alone.

- The waterfall kiss (episode 6) aaaaaaa i mean???

- Kinn comforting Porsche and Porsche crying in the car after failing to shoot his parents’ alleged killer (episode 12)

- Every time Kinn smiled for Porsche’s eyes only

- Every time Porsche fixed Kinn’s hair

- The little kiss in bed (episode 8) and Porsche clinging to Kinn as they walk back to the main compound, before running like teenagers in love. I just!!!

#kinnporsche #this top 5 list changes every say lets be real #OTP #I Miss them!!! what a love story 😭💛

[en-scribed]

VEGA - Falling Eagle [short fantasy snippet]

A character introduction for a story co-created with @heirmyst about personified immortal Stars secretly living on Earth. Previous posts: [SUN] [ARCTURUS] Next posts: [POLARIS] [ABYSS] Word count: 1505

V could tell exactly when the rain began to fall, because suddenly, everything hurt like hell. 

Pulling their vest tighter over their own head, they cast envious glares at the other people walking around the park; surprised evening joggers speeding up as they scrambled toward shelter, relaxed couples with their well prepared umbrellas, kids jumping in puddles without a care, and… 

The resentment faded as quickly as it surfaced and V sat back with a pang of guilt. Wishing their own eternal Star woes on innocent humans should have been a worn out habit by now.

They returned their gaze to the scene with fresh eyes, this time with a smile. No matter what madness plagued the skies, humans would always find some way to stubbornly return to their day. 

As if to punish V for the scrap of happiness, the lamp posts flickered. Dark clouds invaded every free inch of the sky, escalating the drizzle to a proper storm. 

V scrambled to stand with a cry of surprise, keeping up the vest over her head even when it became useless. She searched their vicinity for cover, summoning forth the barest hint of a forcefield that would keep her safe in the meantime and still be out of onlookers’ sights. 

The rain cut through it like it was nothing. 

They willed themself to not scream as the frigid pinpricks splashed mercilessly across their face. “Giving me no choice, are you?” 

As they ran to take shelter beneath a closed ice cream stand, they kept thinking, Everything about this is wrong. Rain wasn’t supposed to sting this much. Why was it raining so much this close to summer anyway? Finally safe and catching their breath, they took a peak at their poor old vest, soaked beyond repair and… ever so slightly stained with an inky purple. 

The same color as whatever attacked the sun a few days ago. 

“Shit,” they said under their breath. “That’s… probably not normal.”

The train of thought ended there. V couldn’t think, after this long spent outside in night rain. They needed to go home. Everything would start making sense once they were back home.

If they could get there before the storm ended them. 

They steeled themself, watching the scene before them past the raindrops. People left the park in increments, knowing the weather was only going to get worse. Everyone set off toward home with such remarkable calm; V, the Star with the eternal flames at his disposal shouldn’t have blinked twice.

And yet… one glance toward the screaming, circling murk in the sky froze him in place, making him feel unfamiliarly, painfully small, because away from the shiny towering pillars of Isle Andromeda, that’s what they were. Did they really want to step out of this makeshift shell and face… whatever unforgivingly cold fury it would spear them with?

Unless they didn’t have to. 

V let the frankly insane idea settle and flashed a smile at the sky. “One way or another, I’m going home,” they said to themself, half convinced the storm would hear. “But first… this one’s for Sol.” 

They emerged from beneath the stand and tossed a single burst of flame into the clouds. It barely made a dent in the black clouds, but V didn’t care; it satisfied them either way. 

Wasting no time, they were a blue lightning bolt, off like a shot through the frantic, wide awake streets of Moldavite Bay.

I need to go home, they repeated to themself until it blocked out the deluge and the numbing pain. They knew it would be worse if they stopped. I need warmth. I need light. I—

A crash. Metallic weight pushed into her and screeched to a halt with a piercing horn, catching her at just the right moment to knock them off course. Too soon, V was on the ground, nestled within the glare of car headlights… back to appearing inoffensively human. They didn’t have to fake the gasps of pain; the freezing rain made that perfectly believable.

He lifted his head from the concrete and stared skyward, wishing for an early dawn to end the misery. “Why now?”

“I’m so sorry!” A young woman had rushed to their side, jolting their thoughts back to Earth. “I just got off duty and… I don’t know, I didn’t see you at all! Are you okay?”

V tried for a smile as she pulled them to their feet. They noted the woman’s white coat. A lit up sign reading Bukhari Bay Hospital flickered under the storm. As if that wasn’t enough, people nearby had stopped to stare. Just their luck. Couldn’t the universe give them a second to breathe lately? 

They took too long to answer. 

“It’s alright! Don’t panic!” the doctor instructed, clearly not encouraged by the lack of response. She promptly led them inside the hospital building.

“Wait!” they said quickly, regaining their senses as the dry roof above let them think again. Realizing how bad this looked, they didn’t dare to make any sudden moves to make it worse. They squinted at her name tag. “...Dr. Bukhari. It’s good! I’m all in one piece.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried about how firmly you insist on that?”

“Please,” V said with a laugh. It wasn’t as if a measly moving car could deal them even a scratch. “I think I’d be able to tell if I broke anything.”

She scanned them with a keen eye, leaving no stone unturned as she checked them for damage. V stood up straight and held their breath, hoping they hadn’t left any gaping holes in their body. V loved humans and their relentless instinct to take an interest in every passerby, but not when the scrutiny was directed toward them. 

“I can’t see anything too severe,” she conceded, disengaging and moving toward the reception. “Still. I feel awful. What’s your name again?”

“Victorin Oltak,” they answered, the nonsense cover name they picked for formal documents just because it shortened to V. Olt; a pun in plain sight that still carried a nice ring to it. Perfection.

Dr. Bukhari nodded toward the receptionist, who pulled out their file. V knew it was only more forged bullshit courtesy of the people on Isle Andromeda, meant to make their existence look less suspicious. She scanned their file quickly. “You have a brother?”

“Oh, him. Yeah, he’s great,” they said. The ‘brother’ in question, listed in their emergency contacts, was just Arc, a convenient person to pop into the city and cover their tracks in case anything happened. Despite his complaining, there was no one else V could think of to fill that role.

If the doctor called now, V didn’t know if Arc would be free to answer, but thankfully, she left it at that and put it aside. “Noted for next time. You’re sure you don’t need anything else?”

“I need to go home,” they said, and winked at the doctor. “I’ll try not to be hit by any cars on the way back.”

She nodded. “It’s honestly miraculous that you’re perfectly fine, but I won’t complain. Take care!”

The rest of the way, V had the dreaded task of walking home, because the lightning trick had proven too much of a gamble. Luckily, the raging downpour had subsided enough that the numbness was only a minor inconvenience, kept away by the subtle barrier of flame they were able to summon. It did an okay job of warding off the inexplicable pain until finally, finally, they reached home.

Smack in the middle of the city, the unremarkable little ground floor apartment greeted them. No Star of sound mind would call it a home, but fortunately enough, V had long since given up the pretense that he was a Star of sound mind. 

They switched the lights on, taking in the much needed sustenance as they sank into their living room couch. 

Her gaze shifted to the open window. Instantly, the sight of the settling storm filled them with such visceral revulsion; they wanted it far, far away from this cozy space they had carved out for themself. But they couldn’t find it in them to pull the blinds closed.

They needed to watch the sunrise first. 

Only a few days ago, the sun had been overtaken with dark tendrils, and V did not have any high hopes for what that meant for Sol. Even when it subsided, even when the sun rose the next day and the day after… the clouds remained, refusing to let it shine through the way it should have this time of year. It was easy to ignore most of the time, but now… there was no way to deny that V missed their best friend far too much.

Hours ticked by. The stormy, relentless night pushed on.

V took a page out of the humans’ book and ignored the disaster to go about their day, in silent wait for an unobstructed sun to tell them everything would be okay.

#writing #fantasy writing #short story #original character #oc #stars collapse #en writes #urban fantasy #don't let the lightning and immortality fool you #they're a former North Star TM but also a lil gremlin

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VegasPete fic idea time!

I might write this. I might not. If it gets you inspired, feel free to grab it and write it yourself, I’d love to read it! 😁

So, the minor family coup never happened. Vegas and Pete still somehow managed to get their shit together and, well, get together. Don’t ask how. It involved a lot of shouting, crying and angry fucking.

Anyway, Pete doesn’t leave the main family for Vegas. At least not yet. He’s considered it, but hasn’t brought it up yet.

Also Vegas is the head of the minor family now, after Gun’s death in a very unfortunate car accident caused by someone cutting his brake cables. (What a tragedy, Vegas said, sipping his red wine. Unfortunately, the CCTV footage from the garage seems to be missing, so we’ll never find out who did it.) Since the coup never happened, Korn couldn’t really find a good reason not to make Vegas the leader, at least not a reason that would still let him keep Vegas as an asset - because let’s face it, it’s better to have a homicidal maniac on your side than actively working against you, and killing him feels to be a bit, well, overkill.

Unsurprisingly, VegasPete are trying to keep their relationship a secret. I mean, the head of main family’s security getting railed by the head of the minor family? No one can know. (Macau knows, obviously, but he’s happy for his hia and definitely won’t tell anyone. Porsche knows, too, but hopes that if he ignores it for long enough, it’ll just go away on its own.) Though it doesn’t look like they’re trying to keep it a secret, with Vegas requesting Pete’s “assistance” at least two times a week (”I need the BEST, Kinn, I don’t want your second-rate idiots!”) and sneaking into Pete’s room whenever he happens to be in the main family compound (causing massive alarm on at least three separate occassions).

They go on missions together. They make a truly perfect team. Seeing Pete all murderous makes Vegas incredibly horny, and also makes him fall in love over and over again, every time he witnesses Pete kill someone without the slightest bit of hesitation. It doesn’t help that with other people around, Pete’s all sweet smiles and Khun Wegath, making Vegas want to just kiss him and let everyone know that Pete belongs to him and only him, to make Pete the second leader of the minor family, to let him sit by Vegas’ side at meetings... But Pete wants to keep their relationship a secret, and for him, Vegas will gladly protect the secret until the day he dies.

And then a mission goes wrong. Vegas gets shot. He tumbles to the ground right in front of Pete’s eyes, clutching his chest, blood seeping through his shirt...

And Pete goes berserk. He kills everyone standing in his way. No one is allowed to survive. They will pay for hurting his Vegas. A part of his brain is yelling at him to fuck it, to go to Vegas’ side, but the part of him that wants to kill them all and possibly set the whole fucking building on fire wins.

Only when everyone is down and everything is quiet does Pete fall onto his knees by Vegas, Vegas who’s staring at him with his eyes wide open, unable to speak, barely able to breathe... Arm is saying something to Pete, something about help being on its way, but Pete doesn’t listen, he just holds Vegas’ bloodied hand and keeps murmuring stay with me, please, Vegas, stay with me, don’t you dare die, I can’t lose you, can’t live without you, Vegas, please, I love you...

And even though Arm and Pol are the only ones who hear this, and they would forget all about it if Pete asked, Pete doesn’t ask. He doesn’t care about people knowing anymore. He only cares about not leaving Vegas’ side ever again.

It’s a big scandal, obviously. Tankhun screaming about betrayal, Kinn staring with his mouth hanging open, Korn very sternly asking Chan how did they not know about this. (To be fair, Chan might have been neglecting his duties a bit since he got together with Big who totally, absolutely miraculously survived in this universe.) Bodyguards cheering outside the room when Pete resigns, saying he wants to follow his heart. Big laughing his ass off because Pete, aka Mr. Perfect Bodyguard, has been fraternizing with the enemy for months.

Vegas survives, obviously, and makes a full recovery. And yes, he gets to lead the minor family with Pete by his side, and Pete only ever calls him Wegath now, and yeah, Vegas still falls in love over and over again every time Pete gets that murderous glint in his eyes.

If dealing with Vegas himself was hard for the main family, dealing with VegasPete is a nightmare. But Pete is happy, and it looks like he keeps Vegas calmer and more grounded, and they are a great and very effective team, so no one really says anything against the relationship, not even when they catch them fucking in a bathroom, some bedroom, or (on one memorable occassion) in Kinn’s pool when they’re done with a meeting.

And if, a few months later, Korn unfortunately dies in a car accident caused by someone cutting his break cables, and the CCTV footage from the garage happens to be missing... Well, what a tragedy, Vegas sighs, sipping his red wine, and exchanges a knowing glance with his beloved, smiling husband.

#and yes i do realize I've basically written the fic by now but so what? #happens to the best of us doesn't it? XD #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #my fics