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The House Party | Part 1 (JJK X MYG FF)

☆ summary: Fresh out of high school, Kim Su-Jin has always been sheltered by strict parents and has walked a straight line all her life. She made a promise to herself that once she went to college and was out on her own, that she would finally cut loose and have the fun she always wanted to experience. In college, she meets some of her best friends within the first week, and soon the opportunity arises for them to go to their first party. While there, her life suddenly gets thrown into a whirlwind when she meets a group of 7 extremely handsome boys. Two of them in particular caught her interest and that’s when her life changed forever.. ♥️

☆ pairing(s): min yoongi x jungkook x su-jin.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language. SMUT SMUT. Double lip piercing JK, full sleeve tattoos, long hair Min Yoongi, dark theme, threesome, polyamory.

☆ genre: smut, angst.

☆ word count: 1.65k.

☆ a/n: I am really loving this story! There will be a second part to this posted either tonight or tomorrow, but if you really enjoy it and want a full book... LET ME KNOW and I can make it happen! Please make sure to share, comment, and like to support my little hobby. I love making stories for you to read and it warms my heart all of the messages I have received from how everyone loves 'Night in Vegas'. <3

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"Okay, next victim!! Jungkook, truth or dare." Namjoon exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together menacingly.

"Dare, Hyung."

Namjoon tapped his chin as he thought,"I dare you to kiss Su-Jin's neck for 1 minute, making her moan at least once. If you fail, you take 3 shots."

Jungkook turned to see that I was already smirking at him. "What are you waiting for, Kookie? Are you not up to the task?"

He smiled back as he moved closer, "I'm always up for this Jin, especially if it's with you-" Without warning, he picked me up and placed me gently in his lap.

"Taehyung, start the timer." He said, never once taking his eyes off mine.

"Anddd GOOOO!" Taehyung yelled as he pressed start on his iPhone.

Jungkook smirked, quickly finding my neck with his blazing hot lips. He kissed, licked, sucked, and bit at my sweet spot, sending shivers straight down my spine. I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to hold back the moans that were threatening to already leave my quivering lips.

He grabbed my hips, moving me on top of him, and as I was grinding on his semi hardened erection, I questioned myself on just how much more I could take.

"15 SECONDS!!!" Taehyung yelled out again as the intensity heightened.

Jungkook started to grind back, whispering how good of a girl I was being for him then gently bit my ear lobe, breathing his hot breath into my ear. That was the last straw and I broke, not being able to take any more of this torture. A loud moan escaped my lips as he smirked in satisfaction. The timer ran out right after as I opened my eyes, hearing the chant of his name echo throughout the circle we were all sitting in.

"Damn, I have to admit... that was the hottest fucking thing I've witnessed." Taehyung said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Several of the others agreed, nodding from around the room.

"Such a good girl you were for me, Jin." Jungkook whispered into my ear as he tapped my butt, signaling me to stand up.

I crawled back to my spot beside him, straightening out both my clothing and hair. I was so engulfed by the game that I hadn’t realized someone else within the circle was eyeing me heavily, wishing that it was the two of us instead of Jungkook and I.

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The game proceeded for a few more rounds but once everyone grew tired of it, we moved on to spin the bottle.

Whoever the bottle landed on had to go in the nearest closet with the spinner for 10 minutes. What they did within that time frame was their own choice, but they had to make it the full time, or they had to take 4 shots.

The first few rounds didn't go as planned because someone always left earlier than they should've. But now, it was my turn and I was sweating from the nervousness that suddenly took over my body.

The bottle spun for what seemed like ages until it finally started to come to a stop. When the bottle landed, everyone, including me, gasped at who was sitting on the opposite side... Min Yoongi.

"Yoon, you have the choice to go or not, which will it be?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi smirked at me, showing his beautiful gummy smile before speaking. “Let's go, Princess."

He motioned for me to follow him as I did without hesitation.

Jimin escorted us and before going in, he told us the rules just like with the pairs before. "Okay, you guys have to make it 10 minutes in there without coming out too early or you have to take some shots. Are we clear?"

We both nodded in agreement.

"Perfect! Enjoy!" He opened the door as Yoongi motioned for me to walk in ahead of him. "Ladies first."

I blushed profusely and walked into the closet, him following close behind.

Once we were in and the door was shut, we stared at each other smiling.

"So, what do you want to do in here for 10 minutes?" He asked, staring intensely into my eyes.

"Hmm.. How long have you known the other 6 guys?" I asked, trying to make the situation less awkward.

"I've known them for several years, they are like my brothers."

"I can definitely tell you guys are close." I said as I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, we most definitely are." He replied, gulping in what appeared to be nervousness.

I smiled. "Your turn."

He looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?"

I rolled my eyes with a smile, “Ask me a question, that way it kills time faster."

He smirked, realizing my intentions. "Ahh, okay I get it."

"Do you miss where you lived before?"

"Yes. I do very much." I replied, looking down at my fidgeting hands.

"Your turn, princess."

I thought for a moment before speaking, “Are you interested in anyone currently?"

I could have mentally face palmed myself for asking this stupid ass question. Out of all the questions I could have asked, I fucking chose that one. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

He took a deep breath as my heart began to pound harder in my chest. "I think I'm starting to be."

“Oh." I didn’t intend to sound as disappointed as I was, but it slipped.

"Mhmm... What about you?" I stared into his eyes and saw him glance down to my lips then back up to meet my gaze.

"I think I may be starting to as well."

"Interesting." He said as he took a step closer to me.

"Your turn." I said in a whisper as he was now so close, that I could feel his breath fanning against my lips.

He looked at his phone."We still have 6 minutes and 27 seconds left... Want to make them count?"

"What do you mean?"

"Excuse me for being so blunt, but I really want to kiss you, is it okay if I do?" I stood with a blank expression painted on my face, processing what he’d just said.

I wanted him to kiss me and the tension between us was so intense, I nodded my head. He stepped closer, grabbing my hips as he pulled me into him. The moment our lips touched, I melted into it instantly as it felt like our lips were meant for one another.

The kiss started off slow but after a minute, I began to run my fingers through his hair as he gripped my ass. It felt so good to feel him touch me.

"Fucking hell.” He mumbled between kisses.

I did nothing but smile as I pushed my tongue into his mouth while simultaneously rubbing his hardening member with my upper thigh. His hand found its way under my shirt as he palmed my breasts in such a way that made me feel goosebumps all over my body.

Unfortunately, our moment ended all too soon as the door swung open, revealing a shocked but very impressed Jungkook. "Oh my gosh. You guys actually made it! Great job and honestly, so damn hot. I mean shit!"

We backed away from one another while smiling then walked out of the closet. "Way to go you two! I'm surprised you guys were making out like that, I’m sure it was fucking awesome!"

Yoongi and I looked at each other and smiled shyly as the game continued.

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[Yoongi's POV]

“Let’s go dance!" Su-Jin said as I was standing with the guys, drinking a beer.

My friends all turned to me waiting for a response, as they know I don't like dancing, but how could I say no when she is looking this cute? I rolled my eyes, sighing heavily. "Fuck it.."

The guys cheered as we all started dancing. I admit it was fun until 'Turn Me On' by Nicki Minaj and David Guetta came on. That’s when Kari, Su-Jin’s best friend, grabbed Jimin and was dancing all over him as Su-Jin came over to start dancing with me and Jungkook. When the chorus started, she turned around in front of me while dancing and every part of me wanted to grab her hips to pull her in but I couldn't get my hands to cooperate.

Jungkook saw that I was struggling and whispered in my ear. "Hyung, just dance with her."

About that time she spun around and looked at him with pleading eyes, "Kookie, will you dance with me?"

He was shocked and I could tell he wanted to say yes, but backed out. "I absolutely would Jin, but I am going to get another drink with the guys real fast. Yoongi can dance with you though!"

"Yoongi! Dance with me." I stepped up as she pulled me to the center of the floor, thanking him with my eyes as he left with a nod and smiled.

The beat thumped through the air as we were in perfect sync while dancing together. All of a sudden, she pushed her butt into me and started grinding. I couldn't help but let my hands wander over her amazing body, feeling the alcohol start to take over me. She threw her head back on my shoulder as my lips automatically grazed her neck, making her moan just loud enough that only I was able to hear. This fueled me more, and I gently kissed her neck as my hardening erection rubbed against her ass.

If we keep on like this, I don't think I'll be able to control myself because I was starting to get horny. All I could think about was this beautiful girl underneath me, screaming my name.

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tropes-and-tales-archives · 9 months

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Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Eleven

Word Count: 3686

TW: Idiots in love, smut (fingering; PiV, unprotected). 18+ only.

AN: Part of a series. The series masterlist here.

When Sonny did the math, he despaired at how much time he had wasted getting his shit together. He’d met you when you were in college and never made a move. He spent years as your friend, and he never made a move. Then, there was that awful period where he was dating Nicole, and you were out of his life altogether.

And then the too-brief period as you recovered from your injuries. Then you were gone for almost a year.

Still, all that wasted time was behind him, and the time in front of him – two more months until you returned from New York – seemed to stretch forever.

He kept a calendar in his desk, marking each day off with a heavy black marker. He swore that time was warping and distorting. Each day felt like a week, each week a month. He tried not to be needy, but he texted you all the time. He’d call you all the time, but there was a time zone difference, and he didn’t want to smother you before you actually, finally started dating.

Sonny was in hell, but it was a delicious, torturous sort of hell. He knew that every minute that ticked by was one less minute away from you.

And in the meantime, he made as many plans as he could. Now that he finally had you, he was going to get it perfect.

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You wished you could go back to New York for Christmas, but flights were booked and you had deadlines for three projects due by the end of the year. Some of your friends were headed to Vegas for the holidays, but you booked a cabin in Big Sur for a long weekend. You could concentrate on your work, and when you needed a break, you took long hikes along the coast until your legs ached.

You missed Sonny. Now that you were at the end of your year in L.A., you knew you’d made the right decision to leave New York for a while. You had made it after all, and you were returning to the East Coast an established musician and composer. Assured, confident. You’d never wonder ‘what if.’

Still, it had been difficult to leave Sonny. Before you left, almost a year ago, you had told him, a little embarrassed, that if he didn’t want to wait for you that you’d understand. He had only gazed at you with a hurt look on his face.

“Of course I’m going to wait for you,” he had said. After thinking about it a moment, he had added, “it might do me good to not jump from one relationship to another anyway, kiddo. Work on myself, you know?”

Your long weekend over Thanksgiving break had been magical, and you almost hadn’t gotten back on the flight to L.A. You had hugged him fiercely at LaGuardia, and you hadn’t even tried to hide the tears that were coursing down your face.

“Only a few more months,” he had said, and his own voice had sounded thick with tears.

When you got back to your apartment from Big Sur, there was a package waiting for you from Sonny, and you grinned when you opened it. It was the Criterion Collection edition of “the Royal Tenenbaums.” It was the first movie you’d watched together, all those years ago. If you shut your eyes, you could remember it almost exactly: sitting beside him in the chilly basement that smelled a little musty, huddled under a blanket. Eventually he had put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a companionable cuddle, and you were so high on cloud nine that you forgave him the awful cologne he wore back then.

You tried calling him but it went to voicemail, so you sent him a text. You knew he was probably at work anyway. “Your gift is on its way,” it said. And then you followed with a simple “Merry Christmas” and “I love you.”

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Things were usually quiet between Christmas and New Year’s, and Sonny went from work to home with little variation. He missed you, the Moreno girls hadn’t come for their usual Christmas visit, and Bella and her baby were both laid up with colds, so it had been a sad and lonely holiday.

Amanda, heavily pregnant, tried to cheer him up. She took him to lunch, had him over to her place to watch stupid reality shows.

The day before New Year’s Eve, she waddled over to his desk.

“Hey,” she said as she settled into the chair beside him. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

He shrugged tiredly. “Go home, have dinner, bed.”

“Lame,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Look, I have reservations for a great restaurant. I made them….before.” She touched her pregnant belly lightly. “Come to dinner with me.”

Sonny hesitated before answering. “I don’t know.”

“Your girl won’t care,” she retorted. “Just as partners, and just dinner. Ask her. I bet she’d tell you to stop moping and go out for a bit.”

Sonny did ask you, and you’d texted back a ‘thumbs up’ emoji. “Have fun!” you added.

At dinner the next night, Amanda seemed weirdly happy, grinning and laughing to the point that Sonny wondered if she was high. Maybe she was just looking forward to being a mother and facing a brand new year.

Sonny knew he should feel the same – you’d be home in February – but that seemed a thousand years away. Right now, in the moment, he picked at his overpriced scallops appetizer and felt lower than he had in a while. All around him and Amanda, happy couples were sitting and chatting and laughing. They’d gone to some party or go home and ring in the new year together.

Sonny was jealous of them, and he missed you more than ever.

At some point between the appetizer and main course, he just couldn’t do it anymore. He pushed his plate aside and asked for a to-go box, and he apologized to Amanda.

“I just wanna go home,” he said. “Pull the covers over my head and sleep until February.”

Amanda gave him a look halfway between exasperation and pity before she sighed. “Fine.” Sonny handled the bill, and the two of them sat in silence as they waited for the waiter to return with the slip and his credit card.

“I’m sorry, ‘Manda,” he said. “I ruined your night.”

She flicked a stray crumb at him. “It’s fine. I’m sorry you’re having a tough time.”

The ride back to her place was mostly silent, and when he parked outside of her apartment, she reached out and took his hand for a moment. She gave it a comforting squeeze.

“Hang in there, Sonny.” When he turned to look at her, she had a wide smile on her face. “And have a happy new year.”

Once he was home, he kicked off his shoes and shed his coat. He loosened his tie and collapsed on his couch. It was only nine o’clock at night, so it was still early on the west coast. You and Sonny had agreed to talk twice – during his midnight and then again for yours – but he needed to hear your voice. He dialed you, and it rang four times before you picked up.

“Hey, stretch,” you said, and Sonny could hear traffic noise behind your voice. “It’s early.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you.”

There was a pause. “I thought you went out with Amanda for dinner.”

He sighed. “We left early. I didn’t have much of an appetite.”

“Ah,” you replied, and he heard you make that clucking noise you did when you were either annoyed or feeling sympathetic. “Well, tell me about your day anyway.”

So he did. He kept the details vague, but he told you about the latest case, and how Barba was being especially difficult, and on and on. You gave him little murmurs of encouragement, and he heard the traffic noises disappear. He heard you cover the receiver on your end, muffled words he couldn’t make out. Then you were back on the line, walking from the sounds of it, and slightly out of breath.

He told you about Liv’s adopted son Noah and how the little boy had loved his first Christmas, according to Liv. He told you the latest news about his only family, but he was interrupted by a knock on his door.

“Hold on,” he said with a frown. He made his way over to the door, and when he checked the spyhole, he took a sharp intake of breath. It was you, grinning at him and holding your cell to your ear.

“You still there, stretch?” you asked, and he heard you both on his phone and muffled through his door.

It took him an eternity for his stupid fingers to undo the deadbolt and chain, but when he finally did, he threw the door open so hard that it bounced and hit him the back. He didn’t even notice; he had his arms around you and you had yours around him, and it wasn’t a dream at all. You were really there.

“What…” he asked, but he wasn’t sure how to finish the question. He buried his face in your hair, breathing your scent deeply.

“Long story short, I finished up my projects early and decided to come home early.” Your voice was muffled against his chest.

He finally released you, and he noticed the bags around your feet. A lot of bags and your cello case….

“Wait, are you here…for good?” he asked.

You grinned up at him. “I am.” Your smile slipped a bit and was replaced by a winsome pout. “But my place here won’t be available for a few more months…”

He cut you off with a kiss, placing both hands on either side of your face. Your lips were soft against his, and he could feel them curving into a grin. You pulled away a fraction and continued, “so can I stay with you?”

He answered you by kissing you again, this one a little harder. A little needier. But you pulled away again and hefted your cello case and a bag, then walked past him. He pulled in the rest of your luggage and dumped them in the entryway. You slid out of your coat and kicked off your sneakers, and Sonny looked you over to convince his brain that you really were there in front of him. You were in black leggings and a soft looking t-shirt, and you caught him staring at you. You gave a sheepish shrug.

“You’re supposed to still be out with Amanda. I had a whole thing planned out.”

“What do you mean?”

You smiled at him. “I mean, Amanda was supposed to keep you out until I got here and could get set up.” You pointed at Sonny’s feet where one of your bags sat. “There’s champagne, candles. A certain outfit I was going to wear. But you ditched her early, so I had to just improvise.”

Sonny’s eyes prickled with tears at how thoughtful you had tried to be. “How were you going to get into my apartment?”

“Bella made a copy of her copy and mailed it to me a few weeks ago.”

He made a pretend-angry face. “That’s illegal,” but you only smirked at him.

“Cuff me then,” you joked. “But put on your dress blues first.” Sonny’s eyes involuntarily glanced over to his entryway table where he kept his wallet and badge and cuff. His mind already couldn’t grasp the reality of his situation – you standing in front of him, you back to New York for good. When you added a sudden fantasy of him in his uniform and you handcuffed and at his mercy, it was nearly too much. In his mind, you were cuffed on his bed, unable to move, and his face was buried between your legs and drawing tortured moans from you.

You snapped your fingers and brought him out of his reverie. “You still with me?” you teased.

“Always,” he said, and he stepped over to you and kissed you again. It started out innocently enough but it quickly grew more frantic, more pressing. You shoved him away lightly with a groan.

“Let’s skip the champagne and candles for now,” you said. “But at least let me get changed.”

Sonny traced his hand down your side until it was at the hem of your shirt. He slid his hand under your shirt and traced his fingertips across the warm skin of your belly. “Seems like a lot of work just for me to tear it off of you again.”

You laughed at that and then swiveled out of his grasp. “Wait on the couch,” you said. “I only need five minutes.” You grabbed one of your bags and dashed off to his bathroom, and Sonny settled on the couch. He was already half-hard, and he let his hand drift to his lap as he watched the clock on his cable box.

It took you seven minutes, not five, but it was worth it. You were in a black teddy of the sheerest material, edged in lace. It theoretically covered you up, but the sheer material gave a Sonny a decent view of all his favorite parts. You had brushed out your hair too so that it fell in a cascade down your back.

“Jesus, doll,” he muttered, and you made your way over to him and stood in front of him.

“You like it?” you asked, and instead of sounding seductive you sounded oddly shy, as if he might say that he didn’t. He knew that your confidence was largely an act sometimes, and that you struggled with your self-esteem.

“I fucking love it,” he said, and it was the truth. His voice was already rough with desire. He gazed up at you, and you smiled back. You tried to settle on his lap, but he placed his hands on your hips and held you in place in front of him. You tilted your head in confusion, but he pressed his face to your stomach. Then he pressed a heavy kiss to the softness of your belly, and he could feel the heat of your skin through the flimsy fabric. You sighed above him and threaded your fingers through his hair.

“Missed you,” he muttered against you.

“Missed you more,” you replied.

He grasped your hips and steered you to the couch until you were sitting beside him, and he nudged you until your upper back was supported by the couch’s arm and your legs were stretched out across the cushions. He was perched above you, half on the couch himself, and you gazed up at him with a mixture of love and lust written plainly across your face.

He kissed you lightly on your mouth, and then he shifted his head so that he could whisper in your ear. He braced himself with one arm, but his other hand moved with purpose. He husked in your ear all the things he wanted to do to you, and he let his breath drift heavily over the shell of your ear. He didn’t miss the little gasping breaths you gave or the goosebumps that broke out across your exposed skin.

And his hand? It did the real work. It stroked your through the sheer fabric of your teddy, thumbing your nipples until they were diamond hard. It stroked your sides, firm enough to not be ticklish. And then it drifted lower, to the junction between your legs, stroking and teasing your folds through the fabric and relishing how wet you were and how your chest heaved as you panted against him.

You tugged at his clothes, then whined at him. “You’re still dressed.”

“We have plenty of time,” he assured you. You laid one hand on his bracing bicep and the other hand on his straining erection, and you stroked him through his pants while he stroked you. But you were closer than him, more keyed up – probably from anticipating the evening on your flight earlier – and before long, you were tensing up underneath him and then arching into his hand with a shaky sigh.

He smirked down at you and kissed you across your face. His cock was agonizingly hard, but he waited for you to recover. You reached up and pulled his face to yours, and you kissed him in that languid, lazy way you had when you had just orgasmed.

“I like this,” he said against your shoulder where he was kissing you just as lazily. His hand slid under the strap of your teddy and he snapped it lightly.

“Told you it was worth the five minutes it took me to change,” you replied. Sonny noted that you were losing your sleepy, post-coital voice, and he felt a surge of blood go straight to his groin. He shifted off of his supporting arm and sat up on the couch, and you sat up too. Quick as lightning, you pushed him against the back of the couch and were straddling him. The sudden weight on his lap made him groan, and his hips juddered up against you involuntarily.

You only smiled down at him. You ran both hands along the sides of his head, dragging your nails through his hair. Then you cupped his face and kissed him. He felt your tongue prod at him, and he opened himself to you with another groan. You set an unhurried rhythm, kissing him as you ground against his erection. Your hands toyed with his loosened tie, and you unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. You shifted your mouth so that it was against his throat, and you laid a stinging bruise there, and the whole while, you ground against him. Sonny swore he could feel the heat and wetness of you, soaking through his pants.

“I should go get a condom,” he muttered weakly as you bit the juncture of his neck and shoulder lightly.

“Or you could have your Christmas gift,” you replied against him. “Belated.”

“What do you mean?”

He felt your lips smile against his throat. “My Christmas gift to you,” you said. “And to myself too, really. I started taking birth control a few months ago. So….” You trailed off, but you gave an especially firm roll of your hips against him.

He pushed you gently away from him so that he could peer up at your face. “Really? Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I’ve never not used a condom,” you said seriously. “But I want to feel you, Dominick. All of you. But only if you want that too. No pressure.”

He gazed up at you. He had always used a condom too, preferring to deal with the Catholic guilt of prophylactics instead of the Catholic guilt of a child out of wedlock.

“I want that too,” he breathed out, and you smiled before leaning down to kiss him again. This kiss had as much passion as the earlier ones, but there was a new sort of intimacy there too. Sonny realized with astonishment that this was the difference between ‘having sex’ and ‘making love.’ It was a new feeling.

You felt it too, because you reached down and fumbled with his pants, scrabbling to unbuckle his belt and unfasten the button and zipper. He reached down and helped you, raising his hips enough to push his pants and boxers down. His erection sprang free, and you grasped it and drew a low, tortured groan from him.

Then you leaned in and whispered to him. “Are you sure?” you asked, and he nodded eagerly.

That was all you needed. You slid the bottom of your teddy aside and then poised yourself above his cock. Then you were sliding onto him, impaling yourself, and Sonny was lost in the sudden sensation of being buried in you with nothing between you. Your slippery depths gripped him, and the feeling of your molten-hot cunt took his breath away.

It obviously did something for you too. After you sank onto him as far as you could, you froze against him. He could hear your little gasping breaths against his ear, and after a beat, he took his own deep, shuttering breath.

“Doll, look at me,” he growled, and you did. Your eyes were wide with desire and love, and Sonny again felt that melancholy that he’d waited so long to get it right with you. You sensed it though, and you raised a shaky hand and laid it along the side of his face. You kissed him gently and then looked at him again.

“I love you, Sonny Carisi,” you whispered, and he knew it was the absolute truth. “We’re together now.”

“I’d say,” he joked weakly, and you giggled at that.

“I love you too,” he continued, serious. He pulled you down to him to kiss you, and it grew from there. Your tongues slid against each other, and you swallowed each other’s moans and gasps as you started to move against him. You raised yourself only a few inches off of him before you sank back down, and Sonny put his hands on your ass to help drive you against him.

You broke the kiss, and Sonny laid his head against your neck and panted against you as he felt his control start to slip. You were slipping too, judging by how hard you were riding him now, and you groaned every time you were seated fully on him. With nothing between you, Sonny felt you cum before he heard you – he felt your sheath rippling against him, gripping his cock.

Then he heard you, and you didn’t shout – instead, you sobbed his name, over and over as you shuddered against him. It was like music to his ears, and that was what set him over the edge himself. He thrust his hips up once into you, deep, and then he came too.

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ae-azile · 2 months

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Gossip After Death: Preview

Likely Chapter Count: ? Shorter chapters though

Noted Tags: Magic, Ghosts, Missing People, Past Character Death, Soul/Body Separation, Gossip, Spying, Mysteries, Reluctant Closeted Medium Vegas Theerapanyakul, Crack Treated Seriously, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Happy Ending

Characters: Porsche, Big, Chan, Kinn, Chay, Gun, Vegas, Pete, Macau, Tankhun, Arm, Ken, Korn, Namphueng, Pol and more

Pairings: KinnPorsche, future and posthumous ChanBig, secret ArmTankhun, angsty KimChay, VegasPete

Summary: When Porsche goes out shopping on his own, he expects his day to be routine. Get a few outfits, maybe some gifts for the people he loves, then go back home to seduce Kinn into a night out or a night in. But when he finds himself in a dingy basement next to his lifeless body and a woman who is clearly at fault but he can't make any physical contact with, he figures he is having one elaborate dream. Even when he gets back to the compound, he hopes to turn this rare lucid dream into a sex dream.

But Kinn can't see him. In fact, no one can. It isn't until he runs into two men who have been long dead and buried that he is finally acknowledged and informed that he must be dead too

Chay is going to be heartbroken. As for Kinn, he's going to burn the world down once he finds out about this. While Porsche is desperate to reach out and comfort them, their reactions are somewhat flattering. He knows he shouldn't think that, but Kinn bringing in people to torture just to gain more information about Porsche's whereabouts is hot to watch. With no one able to see him except for other ghosts, Porsche feels like he shouldn't be judged seeking out strange forms of entertainment.

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Porsche sometimes likes to go out without his guards. While he has never faced consequences from the walks, errand runs, or shopping sprees, he has been made aware of them. He makes sure to evaluate his surroundings periodically, keep his location on, and keep a gun on him in case he does run into trouble.

But ever since he became the head of the minor family, trouble has been hard to come by. In some ways, the job is much more boring than Porsche had expected. Part of him is grateful for it. The mundane tasks that he can often divvy up between himself and the administrative staff lets him be more present for his mother, who hasn’t spoken but at least seems more comfortable around him now. It also lets him be more present for Kinn and Chay. Nurturing all three of those relationships are important to him. It's the one task that keeps him from questioning the holes in Korn’s story.

It's the one task that keeps him from turning his now rarely used gun into Korn.

But today, he is trying his best not to think about that. He gets a latte with Yok, catches up with her, then parts ways to browse some of the higher end stores in hopes that something will catch his eye. Maybe high end paints for his mother, or new clothes for Chay, who unexpectedly hit a late growth spurt.

A ring for Kinn.

Maybe he should wait on that. He isn't sure if that's something Kinn wants. For the longest time, Porsche never entertained the notion, even when he primarily was interested in girls and the legalities of marriage weren't a concern.

But that was before he met Kinn. Plus, it's finally legal now…

“Would you like me to pull anything out of the case, sir?” the man says behind the counter. Porsche quickly shakes his head and walks out. Maybe he should go to a store without a jewelry section. That sounds like a good plan to stick with for now. If he does get Kinn a ring, Porsche feels like he would like to design it himself. Something unique, classy, and one of a kind.

It's something he doesn't need to think about right now. He has plenty of time.

At least, he hopes he does. Once he walks outside, he feels something hit him on the back of the head. His vision goes black before he can even turn around.

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When Porsche wakes up, he doesn't recognize his surroundings. He knows he is not in either compound or at his old home, where he and Kinn occasionally stay to have some privacy. None of those places are this dark and dingy. None of the rooms have leaky pipes. But most of all, none of the rooms have an unconscious man on the floor who looks like him.

Exactly like him. Same exact features, same exact clothes. When Porsche examines him more closely, he even sees the body has the same faint hickey from the other night. The only difference is that when Porsche touches the other Porsche, his hand goes right through him.

He's clearly a hallucination. That should be more of a concern - it is one - but Porsche can't help but feel slight relief because at least that makes a little bit of sense. He wonders if it is drugs, a head injury, a sudden and severe mental illness, or-

“You won't be able to touch your body. You are not corporeal.”

Porsche jumps to his feet and stands in a defensive stance. The woman in front of him is small and petite. He won't bother with fighting her. He just needs to scare her.

“I don't think you realize who you are messing with,” Porsche tells her, “If you want to put this incident behind us and remain unharmed, you will need to release me.”

The woman looks at him, seeming unbothered, “I'm not interested in your spirit. I need your body. You can go wherever you'd like.”

Porsche glances down at the other Porsche again. He seems slightly off. When he focuses on him, there are no signs of breathing.

He's clearly a doll. A hyper realistic doll.

“Unlock the door,” Porsche says, walking closer to her. The woman remains unbothered. Even when there are just inches between them, she smirks.

“Like I stated, my business isn't with your spirit. You are free to do as you wish.”

Fine. He’ll get rough. He was hoping to avoid it, but it's self-defense at this point. His gun isn't on him, but his set of hands are sufficient enough. Or they would be, if they didn't go right through her.

“Are you finished?” she asks him as he feels himself go rigid, “I have places to be. I don't need an amateur spirit following me around-”

“What did you DO to me?!” Porsche spits out, “Why are you doing this?! How-”

“Go on. Leave. I have work to do.”

“No! Tell me what you did! Who are you?!”

The woman says nothing. She just draws a circle on the desk with chalk, pours powder in the middle, and lights the powder on fire. As it puffs up, Porsche feels his core being pulled in a completely different direction before finding himself outside of the compound.

What was that? Was it some strange dream? When he attempts to touch the brick wall and his hand goes through it, it tells him that isn't definitely not a dream.

Or that he is still dreaming. That seems like a more reasonable answer. Maybe this is where he becomes lucid and can control it. He needs to find Kinn so he can turn it into a sex dream. This is about to get so good. He barely ever lucid dreams. When he does, he usually flies down the staircase and then gets distracted by something enough to lose the lucidity. This time, it will be different. He will stay lucid and fuck mid-air with dream Kinn. Maybe dream Kinn will let him top. If he's just a figment of Porsche’s imagination, he definitely will. It isn’t as if Kinn never lets him top. He does occasionally. But Porsche can tell his boyfriend gets uncharacteristically nervous about it. He doesn't understand why. Kinn seems to genuinely enjoy it. Maybe when Porsche wakes up, he will set up a time to talk about it, see if there is a deeper and more serious reason.

But until then, he's fucking dream Kinn.

“Pardon me, boys,” Porsche says, knowing for sure it's a dream as he lets himself levitate and fly up the main steps, “You are mere side characters in this dream. But next time, I will give you both juicer roles, you hear me?”

Alan and Chol say nothing. They don't even acknowledge him. It's probably because of Porsche's lucidity. Their presence in his dream has now been reduced to mere decor. They are here to provide some realism to the environment Porsche has built in his head. Part of him wonders what they would have done if Porsche hadn't become lucid, how their presence would have played out in a scene Porsche didn't have control over.

There is no reason to question the what-ifs. He's having dream sex with Kinn. That is his main goal. He needs to focus on his mission. With that resolve, he flies faster through the compound. When he realizes he can't fly through the ceiling, he flies through the walls of the elevator and tries to press the button to the floor Kinn's office is on. His hand goes through the panel.

Strange.

He’ll just fly up the stairs then. It doesn't take long, not with his flying powers in this otherwise realistic dream realm. He arrives in front of Kinn’s office door in a few minutes. When he sees Kinn sitting at his desk, focused on skimming through a stack of papers, Porsche struts over and leans over the desk seductively, only to fall through it. When dream Kinn doesn't respond to that, he tries the same pose but hovers instead.

“Such a surprise seeing you here,” he says, a smirk playing his lips, “Why don't you save the work for later and make yourself comfortable?”

Ideally, he expects Kinn to enthusiastically agree, pull his pants down, and bend over the desk. If dream Kinn decides to be more stubborn and realistic, maybe he will bend Porsche over the desk instead. That is something Porsche will NOT complain about. Some of his fondest moments were spent bent over this desk.

But he does not expect dream Kinn not to respond at all. He continues focusing on his work, jotting down notes, and not giving Porsche the time of day.

“Kinn,” Porsche says, waving a hand in front of his face, “I want to have sex. Come on. We can do it in mid air here. I know it. Let's go outside so we can levitate to the sky and fuck on a cloud. It will be fun.”

But Kinn doesn't break character. He doesn't even crack a smile. He continues blatantly ignoring Porsche before pulling out his phone. When Porsche looks over his shoulder, he watches Kinn type out a text to him.

Kinn: Miss you 🥺 Can I take you out later? We can go somewhere nice to eat, do something fun, and bring dessert back to the suite. I want it to be just the two of us.

“I am offering to be a dessert right now!” Porsche snaps, but something feels off. In dreams, he usually can't read more than a couple of words before they become a jumbled mess and he can't focus on them anymore. But he just read Kinn's text clearly. Even when he starts reading the lengthy contract Kinn has in front of him, Porsche has no issues understanding what it says. He may find it dull and a bore to read, but he can still comprehend every word.

This is such a weird dream. It's annoying, and dream Kinn is annoying. When Porsche swats the back of Kinn’s head, his hand goes right through it.

He's starting to get a strange feeling.

“Kinn, I am giving you one last chance to have some of this,” Porsche says seriously, coming back around the desk to stand in front of him before taking off all his clothes,”You want this, right? I know you do.”

As Porsche shimmies around and makes sure all dangling parts wiggle, Kinn continues to ignore him.

“Fuck this! I hate this dream!” Porsche says, storming through the door as he leaves his clothes on the floor. It doesn't even matter if he has clothes. No one is acknowledging him, CLEARLY. He would rather have a dream where everyone is gawking at him being naked in public, so maybe this will trigger the dream to move on because this is the worst dream he has ever had. When he wakes up, he is giving Kinn an earful-

“Oh. He's walking around the compound without clothes. That's…I never thought he would be this bold, even with the promotion.”

“Neither did I.”

Porsche recognizes those voices, but they are voices he hasn't heard in over a year. Even though he wanted this to be a lucid sex dream, he suddenly doesn't mind it becoming a dream where he reunites with people he has lost.

When he spins around, he sees Big and Chan standing there, looking free of bullet holes and healthy. Even though he had his differences with both of them at times, they were good men and didn't deserve what happened to them.

Especially Big. Even though Big was such a bitch to him, he still gave his life for him. Porsche knows he did it for Kinn, that there were likely one-sided feelings there. But instead of frustration when he thinks about that, Porsche always feels sadness. Big proved he had a big heart that day, and Porsche wished he could have lived and found someone who reciprocated romantic feelings and loved Big in the way he deserved.

“Why is he tearing up?” Big asks Chan, wrinkling his nose.

“Maybe he is having a mental health crisis,” Chan theorizes, “Walking around naked in the compound while crying doesn't seem like something he would do.”

“You should run through him,” Big advises, “Give him a cold chill. It might snap him out of it and make him want to put some clothes on.”

“Why don't you do it?”

“You're better at it than I am.”

“Practice makes perfect,” Chan smirks. It strangely makes Big bite his lip and look away.

“We’ll do it together,” Big says, “On the count of three. If we tag team him, he’ll get really cold.”

Chan studies Big for a moment then holds out his hand. Big stares down at it before hesitantly taking it and giving Chan a smile.

“One,” Big starts.

“Two,” Chan adds.

“Three.”

Porsche knows he should tell them to stop, but the bizarre situation has him feeling frozen. Maybe that's why he doesn’t feel cold when Big and Chan run into him. However, they don't run through him like they said they would. Instead, Big hits him first and it is a head on collision, causing Big to stumble back and fall into Chan, who looks worried and disbelieving, but catches Big anyway.

“Why are you two the only ones who can see me in my dream?” Porsche asks, putting his hands on his hips, “The guards out front ignored me, Kinn ignored me when I propositioned him for sex, and the only two people who acknowledge me want to knock me over and have been dead for over a year! What the fuck? Wake up wake up wake up-”

Porsche stops pinching himself for a moment before giving both of them a soft, kind look, “Not that it isn't nice to see you both. I…I was really sad about what happened to both of you. You didn't deserve that. And Big, thank you. I know you are just part of a dream, but this is probably the only opportunity I will have to say that and…”

Porsche trails off before rushing forward to wrap his arms around Big. Big stays stiff in his hold as Porsche feels his face slightly crumple before he lets go.

“Sorry,” Porsche says, then rolls his eyes, “Why am I apologizing? You're part of my fucking dream. Wake up wake up wake up wake up-”

“Porsche,” Chan says, causing Porsche to stand at attention and stop his chant, “You can see us?”

Porsche blinks, then waves his hand, “Stop fucking with my head. I don't feel like getting sucked into whatever storyline my mind is trying to play out. I'm not saying that because I don't respect you. I do. I really do. But-”

Before Porsche can finish explaining his reasoning to Chan, his clothes rush through the door of Kinn's office, fly over to him, and somehow make it back onto his body. As Porsche looks down at them in disbelief, Chan and Big look at each other.

“This is the weirdest dream I have ever had,” Porsche decides.

As he attempts to slap himself, Big reaches over to catch his hand.

“How dare you stop me from waking myself-”

“Porsche,” Chan says, his expression withdrawn and somewhat sad as he lets out a sigh, “It isn't a dream. I'm sorry, but it's not.”

Porsche stares at him then purses his lips, “It actually is. I uh…I hate to break it to you, but if I am able to stand here and talk with you, then that proves it's a dream. You're both dead-”

“We’re well aware,” Big says sarcastically. Chan briefly reaches over to rub Big’s back to get his attention.

“Be nice.”

“I'm being perfectly nice.”

“Uh huh,” Chan says, raising an eyebrow before fixing his expression and focusing on Porsche again, “Big is right. We are aware of our passing.”

Porsche nods, “So you see my point-”

“And now you’ll listen to mine,” Chan cuts in calmly, “Big and I are both dead. Other than some of the livings occasionally sensing a presence, we have yet to be able to talk with them, touch them, or be seen by them. However, we can talk with, touch, and be seen by other ghosts in the building, or ones who visit. Your ability to see us isn't due to a vivid dream. If it was, you would have woken up from the pinches you have given yourself. Are you walking through walls and getting ignored by everyone you pass?”

Porsche says nothing, but it's apparently enough of an answer for Chan.

“If you are doing that and you are able to talk to us, then that only proves you are dead too.”

#kinnporsche fic #chanbig fic #character death (sort of)#crack treated seriously #ghosts #gossip #upcoming fic

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rjmartin11 · 1 year

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Just One Kiss

Chapter Four

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Once upon a Memphis time, you and Elvis were very close friends who turned lovers. After he went into the Army, you both drifted apart, leaving you heartbroken. Time passes, and you go on a Vegas business trip with your long-term boyfriend, Edward, and find out that your old lover is performing at The International Hotel. Old feelings surface once again, and you plan on making this a trip neither of you will soon forget.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: I didn't finish this chapter. I'm so sorry.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Four! If y'all survived the last chapter, let's see how y'all deal with this one! I was doing edits, and somehow, it posted the chapter early. Again, thank you, friends, for all your likes, comments, and reposts. They are all greatly appreciated! If you like this chapter, like, comment, or repost! Let's get to the drama!

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You wake up, and you're back in 1969, tucked away in the comfort of your Eddie's arms. You scoot away from him to catch your breath. You hadn't truly thought about Memphis or the ones you left behind for years.

When you arrived in Florida, your aunt was very welcoming. There wasn't anything she would do for you. You lived comfortably. More comfortably than in Memphis. You worked and toiled to help make ends meet.

You hated seeing your mama struggle to keep you both fed. Your single mother slaving to get all your essentials. It bothered you so much that you started helping with everything around the house. Cleaning behind yourself. Do the dishes and the laundry. Swiping and mopping the kitchen. Clearing the clutter. You were not going to burden your mother.

When you became of age, you started helping as much as you could. You got a job your junior year of school and kept up with your studies. Between work and school, you drifted apart from all your friends. After high school, you had no friends at all. Most were starting families, and others moved away for college.

That's where Elvis and the Memphis Mafia came in. They allowed you to let loose and have fun. Oh, the good times you had. All the parties, music, dancing, and food. They were your escape. Elvis was your haven.

You cried yourself to sleep for a week when you got to Florida. Thinking about Elvis and Anita. You couldn't seem to get it out of your mind. It tortured you for days. Your Aunt Lily was your saving grace. One night, she came into your room and said, "That's enough of that, Y/N. Go wash your face, and we'll talk."

You did as you were told and washed your face. When you entered back into your room, Aunt Lily was sitting on your bed with her hands on your cane placed in front of her. She took one hand and patted the mattress, asking you to sit beside her.

"What boy have you allowed to trouble you so?" Aunt Lily asked.

You look in her eyes with shock. How could she possibly know this? You said nothing to her at all.

"How...how did you know?" You stutter out.

"I've had my heartbroken once or twice in my youth. Boys, do those things hurt us and leave us crying as if we bought it on ourselves." She pauses and looks at you. Taking her hand and placing your chin to look her in the eyes. "Rule number one: big girls don't cry they get even. Don't ever let me see you cry over any boy again. You aren't a little girl anymore. As of last week, when you made the decision to move away from your mother's house, you were a woman. Act accordingly."

So began the lessons of moving on, letting go, and being a woman. Aunt Lily's words rung deep and true within you like a bell. The more you learned, the fewer things hurt. You saw things differently. The world was your oyster, and people were your toys.

You never ever forgave Elvis for hurting you. You allowed yourself to grow into a cold woman for not allowing your heart to heal properly. You used man instead of falling in love. Your excuse, "Men use women. Why can't we use them?" A lesson from your aunt.

Your Aunt Lily was a gentle soul, but you see the broken woman within. She loved hard and got hurt all the same. She married well, and her husband died and left her with a fortune she intended to pass to you. She truly loved your Uncle Martin, but she believed that he was taken from her as a punishment for all the pain she caused in her youth.

You sat in the window contemplating your life decisions. Everything you did in the last nine years led to this. Hurting the one who hurt you. You sip on your coffee and gaze on the window.

You hear Eddie groan and turn to see if he's okay. Oh, Eddie. Dear sweet, Eddie. He's a great guy, but you can't give him your heart. You've guarded it for too long. You don't believe that he'd hurt you, but you can't risk it.

For fear that you'd see Elvis again, you make the ultimate decision to conceal yourself in the room for the remainder of the trip. It's best to play this out safely.

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Back in the Penthouse:

Elvis and Laura are waking up.

"Good morning, Elvis." Laura whispers, running her hand through his hair.

"G'morning, baby. You sleep well?" Elvis asked, kissing her cheek.

"I always sleep well when I wake up in your arms. Oh. I gotta go pee pee."

Laura gets out of bed and rushes to the restroom. Elvis lays his head down on the pillow again. Closes his eyes and wishes you were here with him. He wishes you were both still in room 202. He sits quietly to conjure up a scheme to get you alone to talk.

"Elvis, baby, what do you have planned for today?" Laura calls out from the bathroom.

Elvis hears the toilet flush and the sink water as it runs down the drain.

"I gotta practice for the next show. Make sure everyone's on point. I'll be free for dinner tonight, though." He shouts back.

"That's great."

"What's on your agenda today?" Elvis asks curiously. Laura never truly cares what Elvis does, so he finds it interesting that she asked. He knows she's up to something but doesn't know what.

"I'm going to the pool with the girls, and I was going to ask that sweet friend of yours, Y/N, to come join us."

Elvis, realizing Laura's words, rose off the pillow to sit up in the bed. The plan is forming right before his eyes. He could have planned it better himself, but his hasty girlfriend is planning everything for him. A way for you to just be around so he can get you alone eventually. Laura continues to speak.

"I'm sure she's familiar with most of the wives. The more the merrier. We can even have dinner together tonight, baby. Wouldn't that be fun? I bet you eaten out with Y/N in years."

"Oh, not too long ago." Elvis thinks.

"I'm dying to meet her beau."

Elvis walks into the bathroom as she finishes up her facial routine. He grabs her from behind and looks at her in their reflections.

"Yeah, you should call her. Set up everything. Y/N a bit of a loner. She was really close to the girls' way back when. She may love an invite. But don't push her. If she says no. Just accept it and invite her to dinner. She won't refuse you on a second offer. It's not her way of doing things." Elvis explained, kissing Laura on the cheek.

"Okay. I will!" Laura rushes out the bathroom and begins to call your room.

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Back in your room with Eddie:

"Oh. Good morning, Y/N.

"Morning, Eddie. Would you like some coffee?"

"I'd love some coffee, baby. And a kiss, please." He asks with those fresh morning eyes.

You bring him over the other cup of coffee you ordered and place it on the nightstand. You lean over and kiss his lips.

"Did you sleep well, Eddie? No bad dreams?" You whisper to him, stroking his cheek.

"I slept well." Eddie says, grabbing your hand. "But I can tell you didn't. If you're up drinking coffee before me, I know something was weighing heavily on your dreams."

You look away from Eddie. Thinking about last night and Graceland and your cabin, all these thoughts consume your mind.

"Y/N, come back here to me." Eddie lightly tugs on your hand.

You turn back to look at him, a forced smile on your face. He doesn't have to know your inter thoughts. You can fake it til you make it.

"How's your breast?" He asks, changing the subject for you.

"Oh, it's just fine. All better. That butter took the sting right out." You say placing your hand on your chest.

"Eddie, what do you have planned for today?"

He sighs. Eddie hates to disappoint you, but the truth is,

"I have meetings that start in the next two hours. I'll be off on time for dinner, though. We can eat whatever you want."

"Two hours?"

Eddie nods his head, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, Eddie, baby. All we need is forty-five minutes." You say, leaning over to taste his coffee stained lips and tongue.

He is all for the morning sex and you want to erase all your sins from last night with Elvis. He's a few strokes inside you, then the phone rings.

"Ignore it, Eddie. Please." You beg.

"I'm sorry, baby. It may be important. It might be work wanting me sooner than expected." He says, rolling off of you. You grunt with unsatisfaction. Why does work have to be first? When do your needs get met?

"Hello?" Eddie answers the phone.

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"Oh? One second, please. Y/N, it's for you? Eddie says, handing you the phone.

"For me?" You ask, confused. Who could be calling you? The only people who are aware of your presence here are Eddie and his work associates, but they don't knowledge you as a friend. The Mafia knows you're here and... Elvis. Oh no.

You place the phone to your ear and answer.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Y/N. It's Laura!" The voice booms in the receiver. Oh, this is worse. Much worse.

"Oh...ah... good morning, Laura. For what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" You ask, laying it on thick.

Eddie gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. You're disappointed that you didn't get off, and Eddie practically brushed you off for work. What was the point of this trip if you couldn't really be with him?

Laura continues to speak.

"I feel like we got along so well last night that I thought you might want to come to the pool with me and the Mafia wives."

You hesitate. You know a few of them and were not big on grand reunion with everyone. You planned on staying the duration of your trip in the room alone to avoid Elvis.

"Laura, dear, that's so sweet of you to consider me, but I'm afraid that won't be able to make it."

"Oh no. Why not? Are you sick?" Laura asked.

"Oh no. I'm quite well. I... have plans with Eddie. They will take up my morning."

"No, you don't." Eddie comes out the bathroom drying himself off. He speaks loud enough for Laura to overhear. "I gotta go into my first meeting." Eddie finishes.

You cover the mouth of the phone and speak to him. "Eddie, you said in two hours. Plus, you didn't finish my massage."

"Later. For dinner, baby. I promise." He leans in kissing your forehead.

"She going to the pool!" Eddie yells into the phone.

You widen your eyes as your plans for concealing yourself are thwarted.

"Yes! I'm so excited for you to come!" Laura shouts. You can practically see her jumping on the bed. "You'll love the girls. You probably know a few of them anyway. Have you had breakfast? Come eat breakfast with us."

"Ah. Okay." You surrender to her pleas. This is a battle that's been lost since Eddie outed you.

"Great. Meet us for brunch at eleven in the East Dining Hall. It's private, plus it leads right to the pool."

"Oh, I can't wait." You say with a hint of sarcasm.

"Me either. See you then. Bye!" Laura hangs up, and you hear the dial tone and slowly place the phone on the hook.

Eddie walks past you all dressed up for his meeting. Getting his tie together, he glazes at you. He feels your energy. He grins at you, knowing that he got you out of bed and up for breakfast.

"I feel so betrayed by the one who's supposed to care for me the most." You say.

"You go make some new friends, huh. Eat breakfast. Get out the room. You don't have any friends in California."

"Eddie, baby, you're my friend. I only need you."

"Y/N, baby. You have me. Go make more friends."

"I honestly don't want to make Laura a friend. I believe she's naive and deceitful. There's a chance she's more deceitful than..." You couldn't finish the sentence.

You know what kind of woman you are. You know what you've done. You've conned, lied, and deceived, and you indulged it. Yet it didn't make you happy. It didn't fill up the whole that Elvis practically punched through your heart. It did not mend the broken parts of your soul. It just kept you from crying.

"She more deceitful than who?" Eddie wondered, grabbing your hands to catch your attention.

"A girl I once knew from back home. She wasn't always cold. She was quite lively and sweet. Then your boyfriend broke her heart." You said, looking into Eddie's eyes.

"Wow. What happened to your friend?"

"No one knows."

Eddie kisses your hands and your forehead. "Baby, you need to tell me more about this over dinner. I gotta go now."

Eddie let's you go, grabs his wallet, and heads for the door.

"Have fun with your friends and be good." He says, closing the door behind him.

What he failed to realize is that you were better off alone. Once you leave this quiet room, the game is on. When you leave this room, no one is safe. Elvis and Laura are fair game and don't care who gets hurt. Let the chips fall where they may.

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You arrive at the brunch fashionably late for your entrance. You decided to wear your pink, orange, and white floral bikini set complete with sash and a shear white cover-up.

You see, the ladies gather their brunch plates. Some are seated, and others are chatting over the food selection. You look around for familiar faces, and then you spot her. You smirk and walk over to greet your old friend who's currently sitting with your hostess.

"Well, well." You state, catching everyone's attention. "Mrs. West, as I live and breathe."

The expression on Pat's face is shock and surprise. It's quite worth the price of admission.

"Y/N? Oh my goodness, Y/N!" Pat stands from her seat and runs to you, embracing her long-lost friend from Memphis. You're a bit taken aback. You didn't know how she'd take your presents.

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TCL 2x11 recap

Ok so in honour of the S3 renewal (!!!! shut up I’m not crying YOU’RE crying aaaaaaahhhh!!!) here are a few very very belated TCL thoughts… and of course, many many many more thoughts still to come for 2x12 lol

So I am already immediately needing to know how much time has passed between last ep and this one lol. Maybe a few days? I mean Luca is looking so much better, and he’s so excited to see Fi and his cousins. (Lol at the fact Marco doesn't even get mentioned, even though he only died like 2 months ago. Like yaasss everybody, Marco who???). Also I really like the way Thony asks “JD let you come?”, bc it’s not judgmental or snarky, it’s more acknowledging the difficult position Fi is in and her gratitude that she came. Also oooh we are definitely back in Vegas for the filming now– this is filmed at Adventuredome in LV. But ugh Thony going from smiling at Luca’s excitement to spotting Joseph :( poor woman just can’t even get 5 minutes of simple happiness before something drags her back down again. (Also I assume she still has her big bald shadow following her around and so that’s how Joseph knew where to find her?)

Oooh Nadia definitely still has her shadow. And damn she’s in the fanciest of prisons rn, stuck in RK’s penthouse. Since this phone conversation is apparently the first time she and Arman have talked since she poisoned RK, and Arman isn’t looking completely panicked about where she's been, then I’m guessing not too much time could have passed since then– maybe it really has only been a few days? Also I really wanna know how much Arman was able to find out about what happened to RK? Like did he finally hurry into Fast Lane after his little excursion with Garrett, frantically looking around to see if Nadia might still be there, only to find all the staff gossiping about how the boss was taken to hospital and how Ms Morales went with him??? And then he tries to call her but can’t get through– so what did he do?? Did he text her and risk it being seen by RK, or did he just go home and sit there waiting by his phone? Also ugh I wish we got to see his reaction to her saying that Thony saved RK, bc yasss to that drama lol. And ugh yes to Nadia referring to Thony as ‘your cleaning lady’ again. Idc that Nadia means it in a negative way, it’s still implying a connection between Armony and that’s what I’m all about lol. Anyway I did like that Arman was immediately down to rescue Nadia though. Oh my sweet brave yet somewhat stupid boy lol. Also goddammit I really gotta learn spanish bc while I very much respect them not using subtitles a lot of the time, I still always wanna know everything that's being said lol

Haha RK is Big Mad about his heart attack. “I had a full physical just a few months ago, there was nothing that indicated any issue with my heart” ok well I mean a ‘physical’ is a pretty basic check, so unless the doctor randomly decided to arrange an angiogram (a surgical procedure which is not done on people who don’t have symptoms), then there’s no way they could have definitively known the heart was fine… so maybe calm down a bit there buddy? Also again, we saw last ep that you’re on blood thinners, so there is definitely something wrong somewhere. But lol the hot doctor guy saying “high potassium can cause hyperkalaemia” is so funny because hyperkalaemia is literally just the technical term for high potassium. But props to him for telling RK it could have been caused by stress lol– you’re a brave and potentially foolish man, Doc. Also loooolllll RK pouting in the bed like a petulant child and Nadia basically telling him to grow up. Poor woman is already a prisoner and now she has to deal with this giant baby too?? Now this is real torture

Oh the penthouse is at Caesar’s Palace?? Daaaamn, that’s gotta be pricey. (Also sigh, looks like I’m gonna need to make another trip to Vegas this year to see these new locations haha). But oooohh at the meaningful eye contact between Nadia and Thony as Nadia hands her the medical file. Also he asks Thony her opinion within literally like 10 seconds of her opening the file– like give her a minute to actually read it before she gives her answer, maybe?? But oh man the tightrope she walks when she says that it could have been a drug interaction, but then follows it by saying there’s nothing in the report that indicates that that’s the case. And then ugh she immediately tries yet again to talk him into letting her and Arman handle the medication shipment. And when he tells her that the shipment has gone missing and his men are currently investigating to find out who is to blame? There’s no question for her that it was Arman, and ugh she’s trying so hard to keep her face neutral and not let the dread and anger and fear show. Because by stealing that shipment, Arman has put two of the people she loves most at risk: Luca, and himself. And even worse, she knows that in a way it’s her fault, because he did it for her. this is true love right here bitches

But ugh Nadia and Thony walking out together, and Thony’s grim expression, clearly hating that she had to tell the truth about the drug interaction because it was all a test– one that she needed to pass for the safety of her whole family– versus the fear in Nadia’s eyes and the cuttting edge to her voice as she tells Thony to tell Arman that she sold them both out?? And then the total tone change as she graciously thanks her for coming? Damn the relationship between these two is so engrossing, especially because as much as they are at odds, they do often have a lot of empathy towards one another and help each other out even when you might not expect them to. S3 please give me all the Thony and Nadia team ups please

Ooooh Garrett that was actually pretty smooth? Lucky no one was in the toilets though lol. Fair enough for him to be pretty pissed with her– she lied to him about Maya, and now she is being driven around by RK’s guys? It doesn’t look great. And aaaahh I have been waiting for this confrontation scene since the moment Maya died, and tbh Oliver is doing a great job with expressing the hurt and anger and betrayal. And man the way Thony’s voice is so small as she tells him she’s sorry? And his “Or have you gotten so good at lying and covering up the truth that you don’t even recognise it?” like oooohhhh what a blow, and what an insightful statement. Honestly Thony needs someone to call her out like this, to make her see the path she is headed down and the ways that she has already changed. Not that I don’t want her to continue on this path haha, because getting to watch Mob Boss Thony is definitely the absolute dream (heck yeah bring on S3), but I want her to be a badass boss without losing her humanity. But tbh I love the fact that the moment she gets the call that Luca is at the hospital, it’s like the fight is immediately put on hold because it’s just understood that Luca comes before anything else.

Seriously though, Fi took him to a public hospital???? The woman who tried to stop Thony from doing the same thing in 1x02 because she was so scared she’d be deported??? Like if there was no other option, sure, but Fi literally has Dr Saroyan’s number (Thony gave it to her when she went to The Philippines) and she knows that Luca has been taken to Dr Saroyan’s clinic before? Why would she not try that first????????? Like ok tbh I would have been fine with it if there was even just a quick little throwaway line like “I tried calling Dr Saroyan but his receptionist said he’s away in Boston for a week” so it covered that plot hole. But whatevs, we need the drama I guess lol. But ugh honestly Jazz makes such a good suggestion about calling JD to take Luca inside instead– like even if he will take a little bit to get there, he could switch out with Fi so she’s not at any more risk than she needs to be? Ugh this is so dumb I don't need this stress in my life

“My nephew has a high fever and he started throwing up about an hour ago” wait are you kidding me???? that’s all you’re going to say, Fi??? That makes it sound like simple gastroenteritis. You gotta lead with the fact that this is an immunocompromised child like 2 months post liver transplant?? Oh my god. Tbh I hate this scene for multiple reasons, partly because of the above, but also partly because of how uncomfortable it feels with the guards staring at her (though that's obviously the point), and also because it’s just a reminder of how terrible the US healthcare system is (which lbr is probably also the point). But ugh even this really lovely Filipina nurse is making me afraid that it’s all actually a trap and ICE is already on their way ughhhh I hate this

“I’m not hungry!” yep RK is definitely a child lol. But oh shit the backstory about his dad dying from a heart attack at 45 and then RK taking every possible precaution to avoid the same– like hell okay maybe he actually did get himself an angiogram and all the other fancy cardiac testing?? lol. In which case Nadia is really in trouble haha. When he had Joseph pour her the champagne (the same one she poisoned him with, naturally) I was so terrified for her ugh. Ngl I was unhappy about her throwing suspicion onto Thony about the shipment, but I mean it was pretty understandable— especially bc she felt that Thony had betrayed her first, and also tbh there was no other possible scapegoat for it except for herself or Arman. But ugh her shiny eyes as RK walks away, knowing that she is walking such a knife’s edge with him and that he might snap at any moment? Ugh my girl. Plus honestly I’d definitely like to think that she also felt at least a little bad about the fact that she may have just gotten Thony killed– if circumstances were different, I honestly think these women could actually have been something almost like friends ugh

Ugh okay now Thony has arrived at the ER and finally someone is being made aware of Luca’s history and the urgency of the situation!! Also damn she’s impressively persuasive given she manages to get that lady to call a code… this is making me want to fish out my old hospital ID to see whether we had a code white lol. It definitely didn't mean ‘medical emergency’ though, because naturally that one I did know, having responded to them often enough lol

Also lol I just noticed that there’s a pamphlet saying ‘stem cell therapy saves lives’ on it at the desk, and it has the initials/logo of the Institute of Stem Cell Medicine (the place where she took Luca in early S1) on it!! Like it’s probable that they were just recycling medical props from last season but I love this little easter egg omg

Ugghhhh I am still so uncomfortable about these guys being at this hospital at all. Like I get that it’s for plot reasons, creating the whole ‘what if we get noticed and deported’ tension, but it’s just so frustrating that everyone has forgotten about Dr Saroyan!! Like c'mon guys. Plus I just miss him lol, he was so softspoken and pretty. Though tbh this Dr Gonzalez is quite pretty too. In fact, pretty much every doctor that has appeared in this show has been rather attractive– seriously where were all these beautiful people during my training??? at acting school obviously lol

OOOH. Thony just said that Luca is 10 weeks post-transplant! Excellent, I’ve been meaning to put together a timeline of the TCL events, considering that the entire show literally happens over the course of like 4 months. So Luca was a week postop when he and Thony came back from Mexico (1x09) and then Marco kidnapped him like another week later (end of 1x10/start of 2x01), so looks like S2 has happened over the course of about 8 weeks. Which tbh actually seems a little long to be accurate, given that several of the eps happen literally the day after the previous ep’s events, but it could potentially work. Guess I’ll find out when I actually put the timeline together lol

Anyway is it weird that I felt proud when Dr Gonzalez said that (from the scans, I assume) Luca’s graft looks extremely clean and that a surgical complication definitely wasn’t the cause for his current condition? Like ugh damn straight my girl Thony did an incredible job on the surgery. And what a relief it must be for her to hear that she didn’t cause this, because you know that's been her greatest fear ever since she realised she was going to have to do the surgery in the first place

Stepping into the chapel to call her married(ish?) criminal boyfriend? I love it. Blaspheme away, girl, I support you wholeheartedly. I also love that she knows he was the one who took the shipment, knows he did this for her, to prove to her he meant it when he said he wouldn’t let his plan to kill Kamdar endanger Luca. But of course now that plan (along with Thony’s thwarting of it) has endangered all of them lol. Oops. Also dude I had been wondering why this ep hadn’t quite been doing it for me thus far (like of course I’m enjoying it, but just not as much as other eps) and I mean part of it is definitely the focus on Robert and also the borderline insanity of bringing Luca to this hospital, but mostly it’s because I’ve been like EXCUSE ME. WHERE IS MY BOY. WHERE IS MY PRECIOUS MURDER CUPCAKE. WHERE. Like seriously up until this point we have gotten a total of like 20 seconds of Arman onscreen and that is simply not enough for me to survive on lol. But ugh finally we are getting some good fucking food, as Gordon Ramsay would say, bc fuck yes to this entire phone exchange– Arman clearly angry and upset that she didn’t trust him enough to follow his plan (you just know he’s thinking back to their plan in 1x10 and how she trusted him then, but has since seemingly turned her back on him; dw so much more will be said on that in the next recap lol), then there’s Thony acknowledging that she made a mistake/that her choice endangered them all (aka maybe that she doesn’t always know better than everyone), and then there’s the way that all the fire immediately goes out of Arman the moment he hears how sick Luca has gotten. Ngl even though the ‘my son is dying!’ thing is getting a liiiiittle bit stale (I mean to be fair though, it is realistic for how a parent with a dying/chronically ill child would be), I do love that the two powerful men in Thony’s life will immediately put aside their own frustrations and agendas for Luca. (and, of course, for Thony herself)

“We’ll get those meds, but after that we’re done.” Honestly, I love this line, because you just know it’s not true; literally the emptiest threat my boy has ever made haha. But it’s important for it to be said anyway– considering that Arman has already established to Thony through both words and actions that he will do pretty much anything for her, the act of telling her that they’re done is one of the only ways he can express to her how much she has hurt him without literally saying those exact words aloud. (It’s probably also partly habit from his fights with Nadia, too; I don't doubt they've both threatened each other with divorce multiple times lol, which is extra funny now we know they were never married in the first place). But anyway lbr here, he’s never going to follow through on this threat with Thony, just like he didn’t in 2x05 after he said it the first time. But the point is that there’s still just enough uncertainty there– the possibility that maybe this time he really does mean it– that it kinda forces Thony to examine her choices and face the idea that unless she trusts him and lets him be her equal partner in this, she might lose him. But ugghhh at him immediately grabbing all the money he has left in the world and coming out of hiding to help her save Luca. Just like she knew he would, before he even answered the phone– because like she told Fi: he always shows up when she needs him.

Also, catch me screaming over the fact that the man has no reason to have her motorbike helmet with him, but does anyway??? Like last we saw him, he was at La Habana on the phone with Nadia, finding out about Kamdar, and presumably he went right home and got the essentials to take into hiding– which apparently includes Thony’s motorbike helmet. Y’know, just in case she called, needing him. I’m so fine and normal about this I swear

Actually you know what, I'm not fine at all, because we were absolutely robbed of the scene where she manages to sneak out the back of the hospital and he pulls up to get her and just silently holds out the helmet, and then on the ride it really hits her that maybe he will walk away after all this and that it will be all her fault, and between that terrible feeling of dread and her overwhelming fear for Luca she starts to cry silently, her arms clinging to him tighter than usual because she’s so terrified she’s about to lose two of the people she loves most, and then at one point they’re stopped at a traffic light and he covers one of her hands with his and squeezes, like he can sense that she’s barely keeping herself together, and she cries harder because if she still has him then maybe it will all be okay, maybe they will get the meds and get back to Luca in time and maybe she can stop trying to carry all this weight on her own and–

But anyhow, I digress lol. I love that Arman steps straight into the office and barely spares the guy a glance as he grabs the bolt cutters and the paper with the container number on it. Man is on a mission to save his future stepson lol, and god help anyone who gets in his way. And ugh I just love everything about his and Thony’s teamwork– she finds the container and he comes running with the bolt cutters; he starts cutting the inventory lists free and handing them off to her, letting her guide him to the right spot. They just work so naturally together without needing to discuss it and idk man I am just very into everything they do together lol (and boy i would sure love for them to do some ~other~ stuff together lol)

God the look of terror on her face when they hear the cars screech into the shipping yard, and the way he whispers a reassurance to her and touches her arm for just a second as he passes? And then he peeks around the corner and sees several of Kamdar’s men being pointed their way (damn that little rat bastard for selling them out) and ugh I want to hug him because he knows how bad these odds are, knows that he might be about to die right now but that doesn’t matter, all that matters is keeping them from getting to Thony. Like ughhhhhh “I’ll do what I can to hold them off” and then him locking her inside the container?? He knows she has her phone, knows that even if he dies taking all the men out then she will still be able to call for help, so he takes every measure he can to keep her safe and give her the best chance of survival. I also stupidly love that it’s his knife that she’s using to cut out and search the inventory lists, and his knife that is her only weapon/defense. Just another way he protects her ugh

Though lol at him choking the guy out in like 5 seconds while the guy doesn’t even fight it. Kamdar would be embarrassed to be associated with such a pathetic goon lol. Ngl tho I very much enjoy watching Arman getting beaten up and thrown into objects and still getting up and keeping fighting because this is a fight he simply cannot afford to lose ugh

Okay these writers definitely do not know how to write delirious kids lol, but I forgive them. However I don’t forgive the nurse guy who Fi goes to for help, considering he glances at the monitor for half a second and then says Luca is probably just tired. Like seriously how did this guy get through nursing school? And then lol the next minute Luca has a tiny bit of a nosebleed (not even actively dripping) and Dr Gonzalez gets someone running in with a procedure cart to shove unnecessary packing up his nose. Like hey guys can you maybe try to find a happy medium between under- and overreacting lol??

God Thony dropping the phone and not being able to reach it makes me feel so stressed, and then ugh her being found because Fi keeps calling her??? Reminds me of 1x01 and Fi’s call being the reason she gets found and thrown in front of Arman in the first place. The woman really needs to learn to put her ringer on silent lol. But god how badass that she literally climbs her way out and runs across the top of the container and makes a jump for it? Like damn Arman was right, she really has learned a few things lol. Also fucking love Arman seeing Thony getting cornered by two gunmen and responding by immediately taking out his own guy (by fighting dirty, throwing sand in his eyes and then kicking him in the balls, to which I say hell yeah) before diving for his gun and shooting the guy who was about to shoot Thony. And then taking out the other guy too, before yelling for her to get down and killing the guy who had just appeared out of the container behind her (what that guy was still doing in the container for so long when Thony had already escaped, who knows lol). And ugh when he signals for her to run over to him, she doesn’t hesitate, just knows that he will cover her and make sure she makes it safely, and then they make their escape together on the bike with him shooting the last two guys while racing out of there??? Like honestly this man needs to go straight back to jail because being this sexy is a goddamn CRIME

Ugh, yet again we were robbed of the possible Armony though– like excuse me, where is my scene of her clinging to him again as he races them back to the hospital, then the two of them frantically asking each other if they’re okay/uninjured before he reassures her he’s fine and sends her back in to save Luca, telling her to call him as soon as she has news?? Like seriously where is it, writers??? I need ALL the Armony ugh

Ngl I’m on Dr Gonzalez’s side here lol, bc what Thony is proposing to do is legit crazy– not to mention both illegal and unethical, which would be sOO MUCH LESS OF A PROBLEM IF Y’ALL HAD GONE TO MY BOY DR SAROYAN INSTEAD, BUT NOOOOOOOO. Like again, I know that they had to end up at a proper hospital for the plot, but ugh that doesn’t stop the plot from being annoying lol. Though tbh I do love that they can only achieve their plan of sneakily giving Luca the treatment he needs because of their little network of cleaning ladies haha. Who run the world????

Lbr tho this girl is taking a huge risk for them– I appreciate the writers at least giving the explanation that it’s in thanks for Thony delivering Nina’s baby, but still, can we at least try to minimise her involvement so she doesn’t go down with you??? In fact, get Fi the hell out of here too, you don’t need her! Especially since Luca apparently needs to be ventilated for 36 hours for the drug to work, which means it is literally impossible for them to NOT get caught doing this. Aaaaahhhh I am so stressed lol. Aaand yep they’ve been caught by Dr Gonzalez already, who actually kind of seems like he might go along with it– what is it about the Thony & Luca combo that men just can’t say no to lol?? lbr I would not say no either sooo

Like lol Garrett literally admits it to Russo, that he was right in the middle of yelling at Thony and then let her go the moment there was a call about Luca. He really does get too close to his CIs and tbh I love that about him because it’s both a flaw and one of his main redeeming attributes. And ugh when he tells her that he believed Arman when he said that it came down to a choice between Thony or Maya (love the fact that both Russo and Garrett are well aware just how much Thony means to Arman), and that Arman is a criminal who actually tells the truth? Which is ironic because Garrett is a law enforcement officer that will lie and manipulate people all day long if it serves his purpose. Like yesss this is what the show has been saying all along– people aren’t just black and white, good and bad. The world is complicated and grey and what’s ‘right’ isn’t always clear

Speaking of complicated though, oh god Garrett and Russo. What are you two doing. Like I appreciate that Garrett says he’s a mess and needs to figure himself out, that was very mature of him…… aaaaaand now they’re hooking up lol. I still can’t get over the fact that timeline-wise, it’s been like a week since Maya’s death, but hey I guess everyone copes in their own way or whatever lol

Uggghhhh god it is so hard to watch this scene with Dr Gonzalez bringing in the cops and child services, but tbh are you REALLY so shocked, Thony?? Honestly she has been just getting away with shit for far too long, and even when there’s repercussions (like Arman or Garrett getting pissed with her) she gets forgiven quickly enough that it seems she’s forgotten that she might actually have to face real, permanent consequences. (Again, Marco who?? lol) But I do kinda love how angry and disbelieving she is about them taking her away, because it is so fitting for her character, and fits with the way she deals with fear/panic. But again I’m just saying Thony, you could have been sipping coffee with Arman at Luca’s bedside in Dr Saroyan’s clinic rn, but instead Luca is being taken from you, and you and Fi are in handcuffs. Sigh why do these fictional characters never listen to me

Omg wtf RK is trying to drown Nadia?????? No fucking way will I allow this. Ok that’s it, I’ve been saying all along that this dude gotta die and now there’s no going back. KILL HIM NADIA. MAKE HIM REGRET BEING BORN

#The Cleaning Lady #TCL recaps #Armony #better late than never right??#one more recap to do then I can finally actually focus on fic #can't wait #now let's see about my prediction that like 3 people will read this lol

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whoisthatmovinginthedark · 2 years

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I felt like making a list of characters that I wrote and thought about the most during the past year, with a few words about what first attracted me to them. There's plenty of other characters that I love as much, but that I was more passive with by mostly enjoying them through other's creative work and not actively coming up with my own little plots and scenarios.

(I feel like I'm exposing myself a little talking about these characters this way, but here goes.)

Pete Saengtham It took until the episode he started to take off his mask while being tortured by Vegas for me to pay attention to him. And then another episode or so for me to begin to truly care. But after episode 12, I had to sit down with my feelings for a while because he, and them, suddenly became personal to me. Something about the question about a submissive partner's role in taking responsibility of what happens spoke to me, and Pete's wicked glow after experiencing compatibility in sex gave me such a high. Then episode 13, the sub drop elements in there, and then the hug that I could swear healed some small ache I wasn't aware of in me too.

Vegas Theerapanykul villainous, gorgeous, skilled in seduction, has made his body a tool and a weapon in violence and intimacy, lacks meaningful connection, thinks he's a worthless monster. So, just my type. Add to that the beauty of this torturer eventually falling head over heels for Pete, and then the pain of hurting him.

Hanabusa Shiro disgustingly violent at times, skilled in seduction, has made his body a tool and a weapon in violence and intimacy, lacks meaningful connection, thinks he's unworthy of good things because he feels he's gone too far, scared and crumbling inside, finds someone he suddenly wants something genuine with. Another character who felt like he was custom made for me.

Kiyoi Sou I'm not at all like him, but somehow he is still me. He's like some small hidden ugly urges or parts of me magnified and acted out in the open. That mixed with the baggage he has from having lived a life where everyone constantly wants to put their hands on him and take advantage of him.

Gu Yun again, morally questionable, gorgeous, skilled in seduction, has made his body a weapon, lacks meaningful connection because he refuses to let anyone close enough. I'd have no interest in a traditionally masculine military general, but I'm very drawn to this more androgynous one. There's something slightly different in him as well compared to most characters I've been drawn to lately. He's not naturally compatible with his canonically kinky partner. He needs to work on it, and my take is that he probably never gets to the point of sharing any of cg's kinks, but I imagine that he'll begin to feel pleasure from being the object of them, pleasure from being persuaded and then allowing cg to act on them, and the rush of being his sole focus and his source of sexual satisfaction. And that's been a whole source of inspiration to me. And then in that he doesn't allow his relationship with cg to derail anything in his life. He'll do his duty until it's finished, and what is left after it's completed is what he'll give to cg. There's some fascinating unattainability about him. He's the character (and his dynamic with cg) that I've spent most time writing and thinking about considering the whole year from beginning to end, but I don't tend to talk about it often.

Izumi Hideko another my type character, gorgeous, skilled in seduction and deception, has partly made her body a tool, lacks meaningful connection until finding it with someone who is mutually trying to trick and deceive, the unexpected genuinity within the fraudulent. And adding to my fascination of her, the emotional complexity of the abuse, humiliation and trauma of being forced to read and perform those stories, but also being aroused by some of it.

#I'm sorry for the lack of tags for filtering but I didn't want to send this out into the wild

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jemmo · 2 years

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do you know what i love even more about the vegaspete scene in this ep? the fact that in this ep is when we see vegas unmasked. we’ve had all these rumblings about how awful vegas really is, how he’s evil and how he’s dangerous and how he’s gonna fuck over the main family, but we’ve never really seen it until now. and in that way, we’re like porsche and tawan, two men vegas has been playing with and two men he’s tried to ruin. porsche he played innocent with, sweet, flirted at first but when he realized that wasn’t getting through, that kinn was too protective and porsche wouldn’t fall for him like that, he still got in his mind with that whole “kill me nicely” speech last ep. and tawan, who he strung around with pretend romance and love and promises of marriage, all to manipulate him into doing his bidding, completing his plan. now porsche sees vegas as the man the rumors say he is, evil and scheming and dangerous, and tawan realizes that all he’s been told has been a lie, that the ring is just a ring, that he was just a playing piece to vegas and nothing else. and when unmasked, both porsche and tawan react how vegas wants them to, they’re horrified and broken and disgusted and angry. that’s what vegas wants, what he thrives of, getting that response out of people. he wants to be threatening and dangerous and feared. and he’s played the game with pete too, flashed small smiles, acted nice and calm, never done anything outright terrifying or threatening. so now, when pete is stripped and bound, and vegas is coming towards him with the ability and the promise to break him, when he’s unmasked, he wants that response. but he doesn’t get it. because pete smiles. he laughs, he looks the evil in its face and grins. and you see, it makes vegas mad. bc when pete is screaming and writhing in pain, vegas is smiling, his face is lit up with sadistic joy. but when pete smiles back, his face drops, gets stiff, there’s that angry tension behind that smile that says “you dare laugh at me”. it makes him angry, it makes him wanna give pete more, make him suffer more. and it plays in to pete’s hands. because pete can take it. bc more than any kind of joy or kick he gets from the pain, what will delight him more, is seeing the way he can get under vegas’ skin, and make him break just as much as he is breaking.

#also I think it’s very much Pete actually laughing at Vegas for his failure #not just for failing but bc he knows he caused that failure #that he ruined everything #and he laughs at Vegas to taunt him #to make him mad #to get that rise out of him #bc he won #he might be the one tied up and tortured #but he won the bigger game #and he loves that #he loves that he ruined this man’s stupid lil plan #and he will happily take any punishment knowing that #that’s what makes Pete tapped #he walked in there knowing there was so little chase he’d walk out again #and yet he didn’t even flinch #didn’t even try #he did what he needed and took what he knew was coming #bc he wanted to win #and he wanted Vegas to lose #and that’s as much as a high as Vegas gets from torturing him #god I just #vegaspete makes me wanna ramble #their combined madness is just so delicious #and even for that tiny scene has lived up to everything I wanted #it’s unhinged and deranged and I adore it #kinnporsche

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fishy-xp · 2 years

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The Minor Clan v the Major Clan

I’ve seen a lot of people having differing opinons on whether Vegas parading the main family bodyguard’s around the minor family compound and showing how better the minor family bodyguards are treated was either a) accurate and the minor family do actually treat their bodyguards as more than objects or b) all for show and everyone fears them and are simply play acting for the main family bodyguards.

Personally, I am on the side that thinks what is shown by Vegas is correct. Vegas acknowledges that the minor family does the dirty work, they are the guns and the labor. They are considered as lesser than the major clan who live in luxury and excess, they are high-class, whilst the minor family are very much lower class. I think Vegas is genuinely kind to the market community outside of the minor family compound. These are mostly older people who work to support their own families through whatever means possible, selling street food and groceries who are likely backed by the minor family in return for a percentage of commission on their sales. The minor family offers them protection from anyone that tries to scam or take advantage of these families and shopkeepers in return for a physical barrier between the rest of the world and the minor family house as well as information as gossip and rumours can float very easily in a busy market place. These families see Vegas and the minor family as young masters who are very generous and protects them, the darker side of the family can be overlooked.

We are mere working class people, this is not something we need to be involved in. See no evil.

Secondly, the minor families bodyguards. I find it very likely that these men are the sons of the shop vendors outside. Coming from the same lower-middle class background, the minor family offers them employment, income and care for their elderly parents and younger siblings in return for their loyalty and their lives. I believe this differs from how the major family recruits their bodyguards which is likely through an intense screening process picked from a pool of former security guards, police officers, intelligence agents. My best evidence for this is Ken, a clearly foreign bodyguard who is likely recruited from an overseas agency, maybe former Interpol, or security intelligence. There is a very clinical process for the major clan in recruiting their bodyguards, it is merely a job where the best of the best are chosen. There is nothing relational about it. They simply demand their lives in exchange for money, nothing more. The major family can put a price on these bodyguards.

Your life is mine because I bought it.

In direct contrast, the minor family sources their men from the local community. These bodyguards were likely struggling, disenfranchised boys who are offered a way to escape the poverty cycle. They are given a purpose in life, a community with other men just like them, and are allowed to be in a position of power that life has previously withheld. There is some fear thrown into their loyalty, but it also garners their respect. Sometimes people see people who are stronger, more powerful, more forceful, more evil then themselves and that only strengthens their respect towards that person. That is how the minor family bodyguards perceive Vegas, someone to be feared but as long as you do no wrong to them, you have nothing to fear. As long as you don’t cross Vegas or the minor family, there is nothing to be worried about. They will not just begin torturing or shooting off men for fun. Vegas only lets out the crazy to traitors or people he doesn’t care about. He hasn’t once been shown to get angry, rude or violent with his own bodyguards (unlike the major family). Vegas clearly understands peoples’ emotions, so being able to relate to these men would allow him to strengthen their loyalty towards the minor clan in a way the major family would never even attempt to engage in with their own bodyguards.

We are not so different, you and I. I know exactly what you’ve been through.

Also in Ep 2 when Macau goes to his dad after Porsche pushes him into the pond, Gun chastises Korn ‘you’re not only teaching them how to use guns, but also manners’. Why say that, if Gun doesn’t value such a thing? The minor family and their manners have even been brought up by Porsche who notes not only do they have manners but they actively use them towards others including the bodyguards.

They haven’t hurt me.

Furthermore, I’d like to discuss the familial relationships between the Major and Minor Clan brothers. The major family brothers are clearly all distant from each other. If there is any sort of care towards each other, its subtle at best and non-existent at worst. They do not work together, they hide and scheme by their lonesomes, never letting anyone see their hand. In contrast, Vegas and Macau appear incredibly close knit. They are always seen hanging around together, they share jokes and are physically affectionate with each other. In Ep 7, Macau apologises to Porsche and extends an olive branch at Vegas’ request which evidently influences Porsche’s perception of the minor family as forgiving and having manners (something that in his experience cannot be said for the major family). In Ep 9, Macau forcefully restrains Pete and enthusiastically asks for him to join them at a sermon he appears very interested in only to fall asleep during said sermon which betrays his intentions that he did not give a single shit about it and only did so because Vegas had plans for Pete. Macau does this because he knows it’s what Vegas wants and he will help his brother scheme and entrap because Vegas likely makes it very explicit to him about his plans and doesn’t keep Macau in the dark about things. Vegas actually cares about Macau and vice versa, so it would make sense that Vegas does actually care about his community and his bodyguards. The minor family understands very well that the relationships they make are their strongest assets. They work as a team strengthened by intrinsic relationships rather than the major family who are burdened incessantly by duty.

There is loyalty that is forcefully taken and demanded. Then there is loyalty that is willingly given.

#mentally i am still in ep 7 #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinn theerapanyakul #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #macau theerapanyakul #sin city brothers #kinnporsche analysis #kinnporsche meta #porsche pitchaya #tankhun #kim theerapanyakul #porschay kittisawasd #fishfoodforthought

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nevadancitizen · 2 years

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“apologies”

synopsis: after dying for the nth time, you finally get some alone time with mark to apologize for everything you’ve done.

word count: 1.6k

characters: head engineer! mark, captain! reader, doc mitchell from “fallout: new vegas” MWAOICNOV

trigger warnings: guns, infinite time loop, mark and reader being shot and dying but then being not dead

notes: i literally wrote this in two days while high as fuck and still am god bless markipler

The first thing you felt was Mark’s body underneath you, his chest slowly rising and falling. Your close proximity would’ve been very comfortable if not for the second thing you felt: unimaginable pain shooting from the side of your head down into your spine. It was as if lightning had taken up residence in your brain, but was still looking for suitable locations in the rest of your body.

There were men arguing. Shouldn’t you be able to hear them? Their words were more like boiling water under a pot lid, the muttering of something you can’t quite hear.

Mark shifted underneath you. You felt the pain start to subside. Don’t misunderstand, the pain was still very real and still very much torturous: it was just that you had started to get used to the feeling of an electric drill being taken to your brain.

“Captain? Captain, what’s happening?” Mark said. He started to struggle, kicking his feet against the ground in an attempt to sit up. He only stopped when you started cursing at him.

“Hey, cut the gas!” a voice cut through the fog of pain. “I don’t wanna listen to you whine.”

“Really?” another voice said. “You gonna talk ‘em to death before you shoot ‘em?”

You managed to turn your head just far enough to see who was talking. There were three men, one dressed in a checkered suit, the two others dressed in dirty leather clothes and bandannas. They were talking amongst themselves, but still kept an eye on you and Mark.

Slowly, you rested your head back on Mark’s body while still facing the men. “Mark, do you know them?”

“No,” Mark said. “I… I don’t.”

“I said to quit talking,” the man in the checkered suit said.

The man on his left turned to him and fidgeted with his fingernails. “Would you just get it over with?”

Checkered-suit didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder. “Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain’t a fink, dig?”

You looked at him in disbelief. What was this man even trying to say? Were the other two men Khans? What the hell were Khans, anyway?

Your attention was brought back to checkered-suit when he pulled a shiny poker chip out of his inside breast pocket. Something about that chip was familiar. You felt Mark’s breath hitch underneath you. He must’ve recognized it, too.

Checkered-suit looked at the chip, turning and looking at it from different angles in his hand. “You’ve made your last delivery, kids. Sorry you both got twisted up in this scene.”

The two other men were almost balking at him, waiting impatiently for something to happen. Checkered-suit put the chip back and pulled out a gun.

You knew what they were waiting for.

“From where you’re layin’, it must seem like an eighteen-carat run of bad luck.”

The man on the left looked away. You weakly grasped at Mark’s coveralls. Mark grabbed your wrist back. Checkered-suit readied his aim.

“The truth is… the game was rigged from the start.”

You could barely register the shots that rang out before you crashed into the unknown black.

Waking up, still drunk from dying, wasn’t the best experience. The ceiling swam and your head throbbed even worse than before. The lightning had moved in and created a beautiful little family for itself.

A hand grasped your own. You hummed at the touch before shooting up, tearing your hand away.

You were laid in a tiny bed next to Mark. He was between awake and asleep, groaning and screwing up his eyes at the light. His hand was, apparently, searching for yours. It stopped searching after a few seconds. A dirty and bloodied bandage was wrapped around his head. You reached up and touched your own bandage, skimming your fingers over the gauze.

Had the man really shot you? Had he dared to shoot Mark?

There were footsteps behind you. You turned to see an older man, his hands up, approaching the bed.

“You’re awake,” the man said. “How about that.”

You looked at him and tried to talk. Your tongue was concrete in your mouth and your teeth were hot, molded-together plastic.

Your eyes darted around the room frantically. You started to get up, but the man rushed over and pushed you back down.

“Woah, easy there, easy,” he said. “You both been out cold a couple days now. Why don’t you relax a second, get your bearings? Maybe your friend will wake up too.”

You tried humming words and mouthing them for a second. Eventually, you managed to rasp out a “yeah.”

Mark would’ve looked peaceful while he slept if not for the excessive bruising and bandaging. How did he survive a bullet to the head? Hell, how did you?

“I’m Doc Mitchell,” the man said. “We’re in a town called Goodsprings. Now, I hope you don’t mind, but I had to go rootin’ around in your noggin to get all the bits of lead out. Some animal banged on my window and I nearly lobotomized the other one.”

Doc Mitchell laughed until it seemed like he realized that he actually could’ve lobotomized Mark. It wasn’t funny anymore.

Still, it didn’t really shock you to hear that you had died. Again. You hummed, tracing Mark’s jaw. He sighed at the touch, leaning into it ever so slightly. You really hoped he would wake up: sure, you had seen him die many times now, but it never gets any easier. Both of you were lucid and awake for every death, fully aware of every second of suffering. It might be labeled selfish, but you didn’t want Mark to die. You didn’t want to die.

“Anyway. I take pride in my needlework, but you better tell me if I left anything outta place,” Doc Mitchell said. There was an unsaid suggestion that said he might’ve stabbed you insane.

You tapped the palm of your hand with the side of the other in a sign telling him to stop. Mark hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, just writhed so weakly on the bed. Why was this man so eager to get you up and running? So he could say that his operation to bring people back from the dead had a fifty-fifty chance of success?

“Leave,” you rasped out. “We need… privacy.”

Doc Mitchell looked to the side and sighed. “Well… I guess I could leave you alone for a few minutes. I just need to check in to make sure that you don’t die.”

You nodded and watched him leave the room, which actually wasn’t really a room because the whole house was connected. But still, you appreciated he didn’t mention that.

Mark huffed in his somewhat-awake-sleep. It seemed like he was trying to wake up, like the jerky movements from his fingers were an attempt to say I’m alive, Captain, don’t mourn me just yet. You laid a hand on his chest and felt him breathe, then took him by his coveralls and shook him as hard as you could. A few pieces might come loose, but that would just make him the same way he was before.

“Mark, you idiot.” you strained your throat to say. “We die together or we don’t die at all. Wake up!”

Mark’s eyes flew open, then focused on you. He grabbed at your arms, patting them to make sure you were actually there. He tried to talk, but all that came out was strained gibberish.

“We got shot,” you said over his blubbering.

Mark stopped. He took his arms away from yours, and just sat, looking around at the room. Something was going on in that head of his – besides the slow healing of his brain, of course.

“We… got shot,” he repeated. His voice was as equally dry and raspy as yours. It almost hurt to hear. “And we’re still here?”

You nodded. “I think we should stay. For a while.”

Mark looked exhausted. He was still bloody and bruised from everything that supposedly happened in the past few days. He closed his eyes and leaned into you.

Tears started to brim at your eyes. You wrapped your arms around him and let your weight rest against him. Had this reality only come to fruition so you could realize what a shit job you’re doing at protecting your crew? Mark didn’t need to get shot for that.

“Captain,” Mark whispered, “I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Don’t,” you said. A tear slipped down your face and spattered on Mark’s coveralls. “Why are you trying to apologize? I’m sorry. Sorry for… for everything.”

The reasons you wanted to apologize wiggled and squirmed like a tapeworm on a hot skillet in your head. Their mouths were taped, practically glued shut, and yet they were still biting at their rusty-tasting lips, so that maybe they could say something through a little hole. But the tape was wide, and the glue had a grip of iron. Their mouths had grown shut.

You could apologize for everything in the world, and it still would not be enough. What had happened to you? Why can’t you just apologize?

“I want to go home,” you said instead. “Back on the ship. That’s home.”

Mark sucked in a breath and shuddered as he sobbed. His breath was hot against your neck, tears soaking into your coveralls. “We’re… we’re going home soon. Trust me, Captain.”

“Thank you, Mark.” you squeezed him tighter. “Truly, thank you.”

#riptide writes 🌊#my friends are getting tired of me talking about markiplier so tumblr is subjected to this torture instead #but i really do just want a hug from tha big man..#ALSO FUCK MACK!!!!!! MARK SUPREMACY #markiplier #in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm x reader #in space with markiplier x reader #markiplier x reader #engineer mark #engineer mark x reader #space mark #space mark x reader

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thatgirl4815 · 2 years

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Craving Dominance (Vegas)

// Ep11 Preview

This could mean absolutely nothing, but I was thinking back to Porsche’s drugging scene from Ep4, specifically Vegas’s line: “A guy like me doesn’t like to force anyone.”

At this point, we have no reason to trust anything Vegas says or does—and I wouldn’t be surprised if this was just a typical rapey line—but I wonder if this will come into play with Pete at all. As in, I wonder if this applies to torture settings. We already have evidence that Vegas is a sadist, and we’ve been given the impression that he enjoys it when his victims beg. But having to exert effort to force that reaction out of someone? Maybe Vegas likes that challenge, but I’d bet that he doesn’t like the idea of someone resisting him for long. He craves the feeling of dominance he gets from besting someone. When Pete laughs in his face, it’s a threat to his power, because Vegas’s entire goal is eliciting the opposite reaction. This is especially true following the events of Ep10; his manipulations have failed, so he turns to a reliable source of satisfaction. Because when it comes to torture, Vegas never fails. He prides himself on his ability to inflict pain on others.

Take Pete’s torture scene. Vegas doesn’t waste time choosing his weapon. Though he taunts Pete with an axe, I’d argue that he was always planning to use the cables. I don’t know exactly where shocking/electrocution falls on the pain scale, but it seems fair to say that it’s high up on the list. While I do believe that Vegas was always planning to use this weapon on Pete, I think Pete’s challenging behavior is what pushes Vegas to use it first. Vegas is angry, so he understandably wants to inflict as much pain as possible on his victim (well, it’s far from understandable, but it makes sense considering Vegas’s character). When Pete does not express fear, I think it pushes Vegas to go for the cruelest, most vulgar option right off the bat a) because he blames Pete for his downfall and b) because he thinks Pete will be easy to break.

Ep11 Preview Analysis

From what we see in the Ep11 preview, Vegas turns Pete’s torture into a game. As I said, I don’t think Vegas is used to defiance from his victims, and once he’s over the initial anger at Pete’s challenging behavior, I think his desire to break Pete will become an obsession. The initial torture was physical, but Vegas will likely combine physical pain with emotion pain to ratchet up the intrigue.

Additionally, unlike previous episode previews, I think this one gives us a pretty good idea of what to expect. As Apo said, the final four episodes will give a lot of Vegas background. Vegas’s interaction with his father in the preview hints at that.

There’s so much pent-up anger burning in this one look. Vegas wants control so badly over something. At this point, all he has left is Pete. So when his father tells him to clean up his mess and presumably either return Pete or dispose of him, Vegas pushes back. We’ve only gotten a little glimpse into Vegas’s relationship with his father, but it’s clearly rife with tension. Vegas pursued Porsche after his father inquired about him, so we know Vegas wants to please him; however, I wouldn’t be surprised if, more than anything, Vegas wishes to break free of his father’s influence. I think that’s part of the reason why he has such a close relationship with his brother—with a cold, demanding father, Vegas feels the need to be there for Macau. He’s oddly loving where Macau is concerned, which also seems intentional—it offers him at least one humanizing quality that the show will likely highlight in upcoming episodes.

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Alright, not the only long post I’ve put out recently, so hopefully it’s not too much of a drag. I have a lot of thoughts about where the show could go from here and Vegas’s potential as a villain, so I had to get them all out there. If anybody has anything to critique or add, I’d love to hear it. :)

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta #vegaspete #kinnporsche ep10 #kinnporsche ep11 #Sorry for the onslought of meta posts recently I’ve just had a lot on my mind and some unexpected free time #I hate Vegas with a burning passion but his character is super interesting #He’s definitely the kind of villain you love to hate #While Pete is the kind of hero you love to love #Makes for an intriguing match #kinnporsche spec #kinnporsche analysis #tw torture

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queen-haq · 3 years

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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 13

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

gif credit: @bilyrusso

Part 13

It was 8 in the evening and you were still in the office. You hadn’t accomplished much work today, your mind mostly focused on Billy. You were surprised by how quickly he’d been able to make the funeral arrangements for his mother. Yesterday you had driven over to the nursing home and by the time you reached there, Carla Russo’s body had already been picked up. You’d signed a few papers for Billy and picked up the remainder of Carla’s things before you returned home. Everything of hers was packed into a small suitcase and sitting in your living room. You wanted to call him, ask him how he was and offer your support, but he seemed determined to do everything on his own when you’d talked to him last and you didn’t want to intrude.

You gave yourself a mental shake, reminding yourself to concentrate. This workday had been a wash. When you weren’t distracted by thoughts of Billy, you were putting out fires in your team. At least the personnel conflicts have been temporarily resolved, but now you needed to work on a slide deck that you’d been tasked with presenting to the executive leadership committee later in the week.

An hour later you were halfway done with your presentation when your phone rang. You glanced down at your screen to find Billy’s name on the screen. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He sounded exhausted. “You still at work?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

There was a pause. “You give off the workaholic vibe.”

You smiled to yourself; at least he was okay enough to crack jokes. “How are you?”

“You mean am I grieving over a goddamn dead woman who preferred meth to her own fucking son?” He sighed. “No big loss. I’m fine.”

Anger and hurt saturated his voice despite his attempts to sound unaffected. Your heart hurt for him, you wished there was something you could do. “Do you need anything?”

“The funeral service is tomorrow.” A beat of silence followed. “Do you want to come?”

“Sure. What time?”

“2pm.”

“I’ll take the day off. Do you need my help with anything? Maybe I can call some of her friends?”

“When I found her she was living on the streets, barely alive but still hooked on meth. I doubt she’s got any friends.”

“What about the people in the nursing home? Maybe they want to come?”

“No, I don’t want anyone else there. Just you.”

Not liking the warmth that spread through you upon hearing his words, you reminded yourself he was probably feeling unusually vulnerable. This wasn’t typical of him.

“Do you want to come over?” he asked.

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “I would but I have so much work to do. I’ll be here for another hour at least.”

“Come over after you’re done.”

“It’ll be really late.”

“That’s fine. I can wait.”

“I can stop by my place to pick up your mom’s-.”

“No, it’s okay.”

You realized he wasn’t quite ready to go through Carla’s belongings yet.

“Bring your stuff with you.”

“Stuff?”

“Overnight bag, clothes for tomorrow, whatever.”

“Oh. You want me to stay over?”

“Yeah, might as well. We can drive over together for the service tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Despite the conversation coming to a natural end, he wasn’t hanging up. It seemed as if he was reluctant to be alone, probably because that meant dealing with the complicated emotions for his mother. You knew exactly how that felt. “If you want, I can leave now. I can work from your apartment instead of the office.”

“You’re not worried I’ll be tempted to spy on Valiant stuff?” he teased.

You smiled. “As if I’d let you see what I’m working on.”

“Guess no corporate espionage for me tonight.”

“Still going to keep you away from my laptop.”

He chuckled. “Just get here. I promise not to bug you while you work.”

“Okay. I’m leaving now.”

“See you soon.”

After you hung up, you started gathering your things together.

***

An hour later, you were at his place. When he opened the door, you immediately grew concerned at how tired he looked. Traveling back and forth from Vegas plus dealing with the news about Carla’s death within the last few hours meant he was absolutely exhausted.

“Hey,” he greeted you, smiling as he took the overnight bag from your hands.

You removed your heels while he took your bag inside his room and then made your way to his living room. While his penthouse suite was much bigger than yours, you actually didn’t like it very much. Despite the high-end finishes and the beautiful interiors - Billy had obviously hired a designer to make the place look good - it always felt very cool and inhospitable to you. It was too perfect and you always felt out of place inside the suite.

“You hungry?” he asked, coming up behind you. “I ordered dinner for you.” Arms encircling your waist, he dropped a kiss on the back of your head as he maneuvered you to the kitchen. He’d laid out the food for you on the dining table, and from the take-out containers you knew it was from one of your favourite Indian restaurants. The thoughtful gesture surprised you, you weren’t used to that from him. Noting that he’d only set the table for one, you turned around to look at him. “You’re not going to eat with me?”

“I ate already. I was starving. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You cradled his face with one hand, your eyes roving over his beautiful face as he placed a kiss on the fleshy part of your palm. “You look exhausted. Did you even sleep?”

“No” He leaned back against the kitchen counter, weary. For a moment he closed his eyes, simply holding still, and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him in a hug. You didn’t understand why you’d even initiated the embrace – hugs were never your thing – but seeing him so beaten-down you were desperate to comfort him. He leaned into you, his body flushed against yours, and you held him tight. Stroking the nape of his neck, you placed a soft kiss on the center of his forehead. “Why don’t you take a nap while I work?”

“You don’t mind?”

You smiled up at him, running your fingers through his hair. “At least I don’t have to worry about you stealing my company secrets while you sleep.”

He smirked. “You’ll be here when I wake up?”

“Yup. Probably still working away.”

Billy grazed your temple softly before dropping a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. “Okay, but eat first.”

You nodded your head, watching after him as he sauntered out of the kitchen and disappeared down the hallway.

Sighing, you went to the sink to wash your hands before eating.

***

It was after midnight and you were still working on your slide deck when you heard Billy puttering around in the bathroom. Soon he slowly made his way towards you, dressed in a t-shirt and black boxers, his hair all messy. He yawned lazily, falling onto the other end of the couch.

“I thought you’d sleep through the night,” you remarked.

“Are you still working?” he asked.

“Almost done.” You saved the file and shut off the laptop before slipping it back inside your bag.

Suddenly he pulled you closer and you found yourself tucked underneath him on the couch as he glanced down at you from above. “You work too hard.”

You smiled up at him. “They don’t pay me the big bucks to sit there and look pretty.”

A slow, incandescent smile curved his lips. “I would. If I ran Valiant, you’d be my personal stress relief. You’d be in my office the entire time and do nothing but look pretty and service me.”

“That’s sexual harassment.”

Billy shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever. I’d make it worth your while.”

You laughed, angling up to kiss him. “Your breath is all minty fresh.”

“I brushed my teeth for you.”

“Wow. Be still my heart.”

A warm grin covered his face as he shifted down your body to nuzzle your neck. His weight was heavy as he rested atop you, but you liked the solid feel of him on you, the way you felt all safe and warm. You stroked his hair while he drew lazy circles on your chest, the silence between you two comforting.

“No one knows about her. Not Frank, not Curtis, no one.”

Those names were familiar to you because Billy had mentioned them in passing a few times. Of course he’d never shared any other info, but you being you, you’d dug around and found out more about them. You knew they’d served with Billy and he considered them his closest friends.

“When I found her three years ago, I put her in that home and forgot all about her.”

“You visited her every week,” you reminded him.

“Because I wanted her to regret abandoning me. I wanted her to see how far I’d come, I wanted to throw her mistakes in her face. But I don’t think she regretted safe-havening me, not even a bit.”

The bitter pain in his voice made your heart hurt for him.

“Maybe I should be happy she’s finally dead, or maybe I’m supposed to be sad or something.”

“How do you actually feel?”

“Nothing. I feel nothing.”

“Billy, I think that’s normal. There’s no right or wrong in this. All of your feelings are valid.”

“Even if her dying made me absolutely ecstatic? You wouldn’t think I was a fucking psychopath?”

“You are a psychopath but not because you have conflicting emotions about your terrible mother dying. You have the right to feel how you feel about her, whatever that might be.”

Eyes blazing with emotion, he hovered about you to meet your gaze. “Then what makes me a psychopath?”

You quirked your eyebrow. “The fact you want to torture my dates.”

“Not just torture, I want to kill them.” Eyes darkened, voice velvety-smooth, he covered your mouth with his and ravaged you with a kiss that left you thrumming and breathless.

“Only you’re allowed to touch me?” you asked through labored breaths.

“Yes.” His voice was a lustful rasp, his mouth leaving a heated trail as he sucked on the oh-so-sensitive corner of where your neck and shoulder intersected. Sparks of electricity ran down your spine. “Only me.”

You took his hand and guided it down your body, parting your thighs for him.

Like always, you were soon completely lost in the erotic pleasure of his mouth on you. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, your hands grabbed the back of the couch for support as he fucked you with his hands and mouth, sucking you, licking you, his tongue flicking over your clit until you were keening under him. Body arching off the couch, you moaned his name louder and louder until he drove you completely over the edge.

Then you felt a light slap on your cunt which immediately brought you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you found Billy perched between your legs, gracing you with the most wicked smile. “That’s one.” He slapped your pussy again, this time his long, lean fingers ever so slightly grazing your clit and your hips bucked, wanting more. “As promised.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Punishment.”

“Not fair,” you protested. “I’ll date who I want.”

He slapped you again, a little harder this time, but then he leaned down to place comforting kisses on the very spots he assaulted and you moaned with pleasure.

“All of you.” His tongue lapped over your clit, eyes locked with yours. “Belongs to me. I own you.”

“You don’t!” You squealed when he flipped you over unexpectedly, grabbing you by the hips so your ass was lifted of the couch. And then he squeezed your butt cheeks, biting them lightly before he started rimming you.

***

After sharing a shower the two of you were laying in his bed, your back pressed against his chest as you both stared up at the ceiling. His one hand was intertwined with yours, the other arm circled around your hips. The two of you didn’t have sex but you didn’t mind. You were both fatigued.

“I smell like you now,” you murmured, realizing the soap in his shower had left its scent on you.

“I know. I like it.” He squeezed your fingers. “I have a present for you.”

“I hope it’s not earrings again.”

He chuckled. “No, not earrings.”

“What is it then?”

“Jewelry.”

You turned back to look at him. “What? Like a necklace?”

“Something like that. Except I’m the only one who’ll see you wearing it.”

“Ah. And where is this gift?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Not here yet.”

You smiled to yourself. “People usually wait until they have the gift in hand before telling others about it.”

“I couldn’t wait. I’m excited to see you wear it.”

He stroked your hair, and your eyes grew heavy. Soon you started falling into deep slumber, feeling calm, comforted by Billy’s arms around you.

“What happened with your family?”

Your eyes flew open. Like always, any mention of your family unfurled anxiety within you. You didn’t like thinking about them letting alone discussing them. “They passed away.”

“They’re dead?”

“Yes.”

“Both of them?”

“Yes.”

He pulled you up so you were facing him now, his intoxicating gaze completely focused on you. “That day when I asked you about the pictures, you said you weren’t close to your family.”

“I meant my extended family. I don’t keep in touch with them,” you replied smoothly.

“What were your parents like?”

Irritation surged through you at his obtrusive questions but you had to remind yourself he just lost his mother. He was feeling out-of-sorts, working through his grief – even if he didn’t think so – and he was reaching out to the only person in his life that knew about his mother. “Normal.”

He simply stared at you for a long time, studying you, saying nothing. “Normal,” he repeated, finally breaking the strained silence.

You shrugged your shoulders, dropping your gaze to the base of his throat so you didn’t have to hold his piercing stare. “Yup.”

“How did they die?”

“Car accident.”

“You miss them?”

“Of course,” you lied.

He reached out to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “So you grew up with great parents, white picket fence and all that bullshit? Sounds like you had a fairytale childhood.”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m really tired.”

“Sure. I’ll add this to the list of all the other shit we’ll talk about someday.”

He sounded almost angry with you and you weren’t sure why. Before you could question him, however, he pulled you close so you were snuggled against his chest and the warmth of his body was enough to silence your brain and lull you to sleep.

***

It was a cold, crisp autumn day in New York. The outdoor service, attended by only you and Billy, was short and quick. Throughout it, he’d gripped your hand even though he’d been outwardly calm and collected. Even now as he stood a few feet away from you, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his dark eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses as he stared out at the pond, you sensed he was a complete mess inside. You didn’t know what to say to him so you simply sat on the bench, both of you in an isolated corner of the garden. Eventually he came to sit beside you, taking your hand in his.

“I’d have given her the whole world.” His voice was filled with pain and longing as he removed his sunglasses and tucked them in the upper pocket of his suit. “I would have given her anything she ever wanted.” Billy’s eyes met yours. “If she’d just wanted me.”

You scooted closer to wrap your arms around him, breathing him in as he sunk into you. His hands caressed your back, his grip on you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. After a while he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes holding you prisoner in front of him.

“Swear to me you’ll never leave.”

“Billy-”

“Promise me!”

“I can’t.”

“It wasn’t a fucking request, Y/N.”

You tried to pull away from him but he fisted the back of your hair, holding you in place.

The raw urgency in his voice played havoc with your emotions. If you closed your eyes, just for a moment, you could shut out all the doubts in your head and simply believe him - but you could only live the fantasy for a short moment before reality forced its way back in. “You don’t mean those words, Billy.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you don’t feel that strongly about me.”

His eyes narrowed, glaring at you with hostility. “You’re gonna tell me how I feel?”

“I’m not what you want.”

“And what do you think I want?”

You gave him a sad smile. “The best of everything. Best car, best clothes, the most beautiful women in your arms. You want all that because you need others to want what you have.”

“Is that so wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, there’s nothing wrong with that – except I don’t fit into any of those categories. You want a woman like Dinah Madani. I’m not her. So eventually this thing between us will end.”

His jaw was set in a grim line, eyes burning bright with rage. “So you have me all figured out, huh?”

“Don’t get mad. You know it’s the truth.”

He yanked you closer, crushing you against him. “It’s been me against the world for as long as I can remember. But when I look at you.” His eyes softened, mouth parting as his dark gaze roamed over your face. “I don’t feel alone anymore.”

Your heart melted. The tenuous handle you had on your self-control disintegrated completely. You closed your mouth over his, kissing him frantically as he picked you up and straddled you across his lap.

He pulled back to look at you. “You’re my home. You’re all I need.”

Part 14

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startlinestarlight · 2 years

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Real or Not?

I have Thoughts about the VegasPete scenes in episode 12 of Kinnporsche. These scenes were interesting to me because although we got the payoff we’ve been waiting for, the whole time part of me was wondering - is it real?

I see two possible interpretations of the text here:

1. We take everything at face value. Vegas and Pete have connected over their past and current traumas. They’ve spent an extended amount of time together in isolation. Vegas’s fear of losing Pete and being left alone again have caused him to be more careful with Pete, and the kindness that Pete is showing him is something he doesn’t understand but nonetheless craves. Vegas allows himself to be made vulnerable in front of Pete because of this, but it’s not natural for him and we see that mask come back the second Pete pushes him too far. Vegas takes things in a sexual direction in order to gain back some sense of control after a moment of intense emotional vulnerability and is surprised by Pete’s response.

2. This is all part of Vegas’s game. Personally, I’m very much hoping it’s option 1, but Bible’s phenomenal acting and some things in the text have got me questioning everything, so let’s play devil’s advocate shall we?

First: the key. This is not the first time we’ve seen Vegas conveniently forget something that enabled Pete’s escape within his reach. The first time, Vegas’s goal was psychological torture; he left the belt on the bed knowing Pete would be able to use it to escape, waited for him on the docks, and tased him. He wanted Pete to feel escape within his grasp and take it away. What if his motives for “forgetting” the key are similar?

Vegas is caught off guard by Pete’s kindness towards him after his father’s abuse, but what if instead of being softened by it he latches on to it as another means of torture? We’ve seen just how emotionally and psychologically manipulative Vegas can be when it comes to Porsche and Tawan, so it’s not unreasonable to think he might apply those skills to Pete in order to make the game a little more interesting. What if the new game is to make Pete WANT to stay?

In this scenario, Vegas begins demonstrating vulnerability to Pete in order to get that sympathetic response from him, make Pete feel like he is getting closer to Vegas, seeing behind the mask when, in reality, the vulnerability is just another mask. He lays the foundations of a new persona: a lonely, emotionally damaged man who is desperate for someone to see him and tell him he’s worth something. All his actions after their initial conversation after he dresses Pete’s wounds are performative.

He knows before he leaves the key on the bed that Pete won’t run. Everything is carefully orchestrated for Pete to catch him in that moment of vulnerability. He puts on an impressive show for Pete once they’re back in the bedroom, further cementing the image of himself as emotionally isolated and something “broken” to fix. This is the scene that initially gave me pause because Bible switches from vulnerable to the typical Vegas persona so fast it made me question which was the real mask. After the shift, Vegas pushes Pete just the right amount for Pete to break. Even more than Pete staying, the moment when Vegas pushes Pete over the edge and gets him to willingly initiate sex is the high point of his successful manipulation - “It’s no fun if you don’t give in”.

This brings me to the second thing that made me hesitate to celebrate Vegas’s character growth this episode: the music during the sex scene. Music has a very important role here because it tells the audience what they should be feeling during any given scene. The music they chose for this scene was dark, ominous, and unsettling, which could be due to the dubious circumstances under which the sex occurred and/or the nature of the sex itself or even just an indicator of Pete giving into his dark side, but it could also be an indication that something more sinister is happening here.

If you watch the scene without the music, you would expect the accompanying instrumental to be more emotional, or at least more passionate given the assumed character development that has occurred over the last few episodes as well as the actual content of the scene. The scene is shot slow and sensual, and there are specific shots, like Vegas kissing Pete’s hands and mouth that make the creepy music even more jarring.

Obviously we the audience are meant to be unsettled by this scene, but is it purely because of the unhealthy relationship between the characters and the questionable-at-best-toxic-at-worst context the sex happened under or is there something else going on that we aren’t aware of yet?

Ultimately I think it’s more likely that the initial interpretation of taking the text at face value is the correct one, but it’s hard not to play devil’s advocate when Bible has done such a fantastic job of making me distrust everything that comes out of Vegas’s mouth. The second interpretation has other implications that would require Vegas to be a far more evil and sociopathic individual than I believe the show would do, but I would also not be shocked to find out that Vegas has been emotionally manipulating Pete intentionally.

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