#excessive force 1993 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

moonchildbaby · 2 years

Text

Terry Mccain Relationship Drabbles and HC’s - Pt. 1: Meeting

Originally posted on @retrosimp

Movie: Excessive Force 1993 (Action) w. Thomas Ian Griffith as T. McCain

A/N: G/N Reader and ofc mentions of violence v v passively though

Besides being busy with law and martial arts training most of his time Terry preferers to stick to himself

that's why when the two of you met it was most likely a chance meeting in court or in the jazz club after hours

Also there’s the possibility he might have saved you from some local gangsters whatever is going on in Chicago at the moment or quite the opposite he would actually be the one interviewing you

Terrys pretty intense there’s no doubt about it, the sparkling intense stare his baby blues give might just be the most comforting out of the packet

In any way Terry would approach you

You’re standing outside the Jazz Club on a late friday night, a light drizzle falling from the November sky. Inhaling the smoke of your fag eyes drifting over the lit buildings hovering in the dimly lit street. You hear the doors open and shut, soft music floating through the cracks between you and the entrance .Then all of the sudden this 6′5 tall guy appears next to you. You blink in bewilderment, not having heard nor seen him come to lean against the bricks next to you. Hands in his dark pockets, blue turtleneck on you watch him out of the corner of your eye aware that he turns to face you his musky aftershave lingering in the night breeze blowing around your forms. A perfect stranger. “It’s freezing for November. “ He states and you swear to breathe mint when he opens his mouth. His words make you question if he’s not from here. That and his slight accent. His raven blue bangs wave in the breeze as if they had been kissed by the chuckle on your lips

“It’s always freezing in Chicago.”

As if reading your previous thoughts in your eyes his right mouth corner tugs up in a lazy half smile. “Yeah I’ve been here long enough but if you’re from the islands you never really get used to it. Climate’s milder in Ireland” So he’s Irish. You feel your lips itching into a smirk thinking about leprechauns and all the folklore you were reading as a child “You’re pretty tall for an Irish man” the remark leaves your mouth before you realize it “Yeah I got lucky.” He grins, showing two rows of pearl whites, before extending a large but slender hand “Terry McCain.” You huff in equal amusement, stepping out the remainders of your smoke before turning to face the man beside you fully for the first time. You can’t help but take in his appearance which is even more pleasurable from upfront while shaking his extended hand. “Y/N L/N, pleasure”.

Well. After that he invited you in for a drink, you accepted and the two of you had a great night

He played some stuff on the piano while you were eyeing him from your corner until one of your friends makes their way over saying they were heading out now and you decide to join

Terry and you agree to meet up the following days for coffee after he has offered to see you home more than one time only persuaded by the fact that you and your mates were taking a cab home/not living far off

Imagine his surprise when not as originally intended he meets you on the coming Tuesday fixed up in a nice little coffeeshop with leaves blowing in the early afternoon sky but instead in a hearing room in the Chicago police department

“Funny seeing you here” you remark as Terry takes his seat across from you, eyes a steelen grey. He has not said anything upon entry just opening a file on his lap, sprawled out in front of you, the long legs spread. His eyes mix with the dark of his lashes as he flicks through the file. Then he looks up and your heart heaves when he gives you a toothy smile, a stark contrast to the grey and cold surroundings. Oh how much rather would you have met him in the café instead. “That’s quite a night you had.” Terry remarks as he begins to read from the file.

Assault on two claims after being harassed by two unknown strangers on Friday night, November 12th 1993 around 1:40 a.m. L/N claims to been out with two friends to a Jazz Club that night but refuses the claim of having acted under influence of alcohol or drugs. An alcohol test taken on the night of the incident showed minor levels of alcohol found in the bloodstream. L/N acclaims that the assault had been evoked by one of the men and that they had acted in a matter of self-defence. Police released the 27 year old individual after the completion of protocol. The individual is to come in on Monday 15.11.1993 for a second interrogation into the matter of self-defence. If the interrogation proves sufficient the charges may be dropped.

When he looks up again his face has regained its original serious composure. “And that’s why you should always have me around to see you home. These streets are not safe to wander alone.” His eyes sparkle almost radioactive when his mouth crooks up in the lazy half smile again. “Especially not with a face like yours.”

Terry let’s you off the hook but decides to continue the interrogation on a more “private” level, getting you to say yes to go out for dinner with him.

Deep eye contact and meaningful pauses

Even though he is a looker you manage to pry out of him that he is not seeing anyone at the moment after having split from his previous gf and model Anna Gilmore

Instead of f*cking around Terry needs someone to meet his deep intellectual and emotional needs, like he craves someone to transmit these thoughts to

After the fiasco on Friday Terry practically shoos sweet-talks you into getting in his car and letting him drive you home

You get out and walk the last two minutes together in a pleasant silence while taking in the nightlights and sounds of Chicago

Arriving at the doorstep there is this awkward tingly little pause, your mind races in the silence of the night. You fumble with your keys words on your tongue to invite him inside, partly hoping that Terry will press you against the strong wood and kiss you breathless before a word has been uttered. But then again his heart is just healing. The thumping of your heart in knees and ears your eyes widen just a little, mouth open loosely as you realize he is bending down towards you. Your eyelids close themselves from the approaching blue, breath hitched and waiting. The mint the santal the leather and a touch of cinnamon engulf you in a bewildered combination as Terrys lips meet your forehead. A sensation of silk soft and warm, a little moist but not wet on your trembling skin. It seems as if your wisps of hair try to seem to reach for him as he pulls back, but it is most likely the wind as he takes the key from your pocket, unlocks the door and gently moves you inside, a hand pressed to your upper back. Gently Terry kisses the curve beneath lips and chin before bidding you goodnight in a slightly husky tone His long strides carry him back into the dark blue night while you are still processing what has just happened.

#terry mccain x reader #terry mccain #excessive force #1993 #thomas ian griffith #late night and no proofreading #requests open over my main account @moonchildbaby at the moment #shadowbanning suckz!#90s movie #action #martial arts

42 notes · View notes

retrosimp · 2 years

Note

Okay respectfully I neeeeed some domestic fluffy headcanons (buying a house, getting married, having children etc etc) w Terry McCain bc I’m OBSESSED with how amazing n cute u wrote the last ones ✨🌸🤍

ok as this might be getting out of hand knowing myself :'DDD I'll probably split this in two sections. I have one domestic Boyfriend!Terry coming up soon so I'll answer w Married!Terry HCs for now

A/N Note: Just toothrotting fluff, gn neutral reader

Hope you enjoy 🖤

Married Life with Terry McCain (Excessive Force 1993)

I: The Prequel

After all the relationship drama beforehand you and Terry slowly rekindle your relationship

The lifestyle Terry leads makes it kinda hard to really consider starting a family or even getting married at first

He knows you are worried and offput by the violence in his day to day life and Terry is offput at first too - scared that he will make you a widow/widower the day after your marriage due to some unfortunate gang fight

So he waits. And you wait.

Over time Terry turns to music more balancing his two careers side by side

Getting offered a promotion to Captain puts Terry in a difficult position as he really wants his life with you but he also needs the adrenaline, wants to do good and is out for seeking justice and revenge for the unjust

Also he can't abandon his work, the city, as he knows as long as you live in this town it has to be as safe as possible for his beloved and friends

Finally things seem to have calmed down. Terry has made it his job to mainly train the new police forces and oversee everything as Captain, only jumping into the big action when needed.

Instead he cures his energy with Taekwondo and music as he has pursued playing part-time in the Jazz Club

It took him a lot of effort to do so, but the adoption of Dylans cat has made him more "Homey" and comfort seeking

The owner of the jazz club Jake still has the plan to get him signed at some stage

So finally aprox. 5 years later sometime in 1997/8 he proposes (thank god)

Just that you didn't realize that it had been on his mind forever

You simply agreed on waiting and as life with Terry is a new adventure everyday you did not really think of much when he asked you to wear something you love (because that's when you're the most comfortable)

Its a spontaneous and not really spontaneous decision on his part - it's Christmas Eve the 24th of December 1997 and originally he and you were invited over to Frankies house for a small party, Dylan and his fiancée coming too

So when Terry suddenly takes the snow-covered highway you know something has to be in the bushes

II. Proposal

"Why are we speeding down the highway Terry ? You haven't forgotten about Frankie have you?" Eyebrows raised in slight bewilderment your eyes find Terrys blue orbs in the rear-view. You watch as the corners of his mouth quirk in mischief. "They can wait for just a bit longer."

A rather shy grin tringles it's way onto your face, biting your lip brow furrowed in confusion. Even after years of being together you can't help but get a little bashful when he eyes you like that. "Terry, they will be mad and rightfully so it's Christmas." You watch your lover shrug his broad shoulders in nonchalance, still smirking but you notice him mirroring your expression, biting his lip as if he was trying to compose himself. Terry being nervous didn't happen often. He was rather a bit too cocksure most of the time. A little bratty but sweet. Similar to a cat. You get a little uneasy yet somewhat giddy as the air reeks of adventure the unspoken question still drifting in the car. Eyes still narrowed on his as they flick over the road you draw back into your seat trying for equal nonchalance. "Okay and what exactly are we doing out there?"

Terry doesn’t respond as his orbs remain fixed on the headlights in the dark but presses a button on the stereo and Abbas Happy New Year starts slurring in the background earning him a quizzed look from his partner. „It's a bit early for that no?“ You mock irked by Terry's silence trying to get him to use his tongue on what the hell is transpiring. He chuckles softly, the sound resonating in every fibre of your body and warming your ice cold digits beneath the wool covering your hands.

It's the end of a decade....

In another ten years time

Who can say what we'll find

What lies waiting down the line

In the end of eighty-nine..!”

The car comes to an halt at a little further as Terry turns to face you abruptly, the seatbelt slinging from his shoulder as he leans across the small space between you, effectively trapping you in his arms. “Do you still remember New Year ‘89?” Instinctively you chuckle. “Course I do. It was horrible, the party had turned out to be quite disastrous, most of the people I knew did their last line of coke in the bathroom that night. “ You grin in nostalgia “And then I met this 9′5 tall guy who apparently was seeing one of my closest friends off and on. Naturally I only found out about that in the new decade.” Terry roles his eyes a smirk tugging at his lips the voice husky as he speaks. “Yeah. But do you remember this place? When we were listening to the song in this car?” A smile and a little warmth flood your visage as you recall the two of you sitting on the trunk of Terrys car stargazing and watching fireworks explode. A little tipsy. A little melancholic on your part. Sharing the first kiss in the 90s together. “Yes, a magical night it was.”

Terry seems to have gone through the events in his mind just like you. With a swing his arm grabs the door handle on your side motioning for you to exit before he comes to stand next to you, leading you through to the snow. “How do you even remember the exact place ?” you huff slightly breathless for no reason besides Terrys odd behaviour, him effectively manoeuvring you with his arms so that he blocks the sight behind him. When he turns you catch a glimpse of what he hides. The bench. Your bench sits decorated in cushions blankets and candle lights, lightly dusted in the falling snow. “I remember everything from that night. I was not able to forget. Being back with Anna was not enough to forget it. Not seeing you was not enough because I already knew the truth - “ The beating of your heart overtakes breath as you look up into his earnest eyes, melting as you see your reflection dancing in his orbs who have taken the colour of a sky on a summers day. Your eyes remain fixated as you realize Terrys body shifting so that he is no longer looking down but up towards you, kneeling in the white sea of flakes around him, tangling in his curls and making him an outwardly dream. A manifestation hidden in your heart ever since that night. “And the truth being that I knew that the only person I wanted to kiss through this decade was you. Now as this decade will soon come to an end but I had no patience to wait for ‘99 to ask you. Will you marry me?” *

A strangled noise somewhere in your throat is all you verbally communicate ferociously nodding your head as you yourself into Terrys wide arms. Overcome with emotion you trace him over and over finding his cheeks his nose “No tears love.” Terry hushes as his fingertips reach out to brush them from your cheeks as you nuzzle into him laughing and crying. Terry laughs, a deep angelic baritone tone vibrating against your chest as he engulfs your face in his hands kissing you like he had been starved for an eternity. A kiss that turns heated against the cold snow trickling nape and cheeks. Terry scrunches his nose in playful disgust as you sit up on him “I could have saved the deco part had I known you’d rather sit on me.” His hands find your waist squeezing lightly as you wheeze in laughter “Shut up Terry or I will think this over.” Hands quick Terry turns you so you lie pressed into a bed of snow his nose brushing yours as he gives you a lazy smile, lips brushing yours “It’s to late to back out now McCain.”

Part III Marriage!

this is going to be fun >:>>

Dylan and Frankie are Terrys best men (bcs I said so and i liked their relationship)

That means the bachelor party is going wiiiiilllld

They arrange something in secret with some colleagues of the department and use some excuse to get Terry into the event

Dylan & Frankie take Terry to a “90s guys” bar with pool tables and vip rooms

There all the others are already waiting for Terry, probably like a handful so that they are 10 ppl max. as Terry keeps a tight circle

Frankie later introduces some strippers because hell it’s Frankie

So the boys get pissed as hell (don’t we all love drunk Terry :PP)

bahaha we all know what that means

Terry doesn’t really bother with the strippers but he does get kinda itchy to see sb. - his somebody

he will arrive home in almost feral state bcs he’s drunk and horney

and will kinda jump you

“I missed you. Badly. There were many people. So many. But none of them was you.”

Take Bad Boy to bed 🥴

Soooo when ur party comes around you and Anna decide to step it up

She insists on throwing a proper rager for you

Of course this gets out of hand and one has to look twice to recognize your apartment

Terry will shoo the other people from your apartment at some point after coming home purposefully late having been up in the Jazz Club until 5 in the morning

Will carry you upstairs in bridal style (PUN INTENDED) and change your clothes with you leaning against him half asleep half tipsy while you let him pull your top over your head

After having you brushed your teeth and tucked into the warm sheets man’s going to deal with the mess downstairs and clean the remainders finding the weirdest things.

Terry will never address them.

Or will he?

Planning the marriage takes up all nerves and Terry’s not that much of a great help even though he tries

He doesn’t need much but whatever you say goes

Therefore he is the one in charge of massages and comfort when the pressure gets to much

------------------------------------------------------------

Then comes the big day. FINALLY

AND HERE U THOUGHT MEETING TERRYS PARENTS WAS SCARY WHEN HE ACTUALLY HAS HIS ENTIRE FAMILY WITH HIM NOW

Church wedding most likely because of the ceremony's sake

It’s good weather for once in Chicago; the sky is brilliant

A moment of breathlessness as your eyes catch his blue seas, them light with emotion seeing you step into the church, the sun light flooding in behind you

The sweetest wedding vows, and the moment he says them the way he practically gazes into your soul, you know that he means every word of what he said and where you go Terry will go. Always

Honeymoon you spend travelling Europe briefly, visiting the Ireland and Terrys family that wasn’t able to come over exploring Terry herritage

The majority of your honeymoon you spend touring the Japan and its country side

You got married in spring so it’s cherry blossom season over there

Shrine visits in Yukatas

Private Shrine visits without Yukata

Lots of photos and collection of moments of this unique and one of a kind journey

Part IV Married Life Together

When you wake he’s always there, like before but different. It'll as if overnight, through the words or the ceremony or the whatever you had interwoven into one another. As if there was no physical space dividing you in your respective bodies.. You feel him stir as you shift Terrys arms around you and he complies, still half asleep half mumbling while burying his nose into the tender skin behind your earlobe, warm breath soft as it touches your skin. There is nothing better, more vivid and alive in you these days as when you are together. The realisation that you belong to one another officially doesn't fail to knock the breath out of you once again. It still did. Signing the agreement to your new home, your eyes had marvelled at the surname on the paper. Somewhat surreal although so familiar.

You smile when being addressed at work in the early stages

The sound of your new surname ringing from your ears

Having Terry around always was already exciting enough in your shared apartment

Buying a house is a different high

The house speaks through it’s furniture and tapestry; all the hours of work you have out into making the first “something” together that you both own

The house is overrun by cats Terry “finds”

A grand piano and various smaller instruments make their way into your home

Hosting dinners at home

Nothing has changed with your morning evening routine besides the fact of being addressed as Mrs/Mr McCain by Terry occasionally before he pulls you into a quick kiss before heading off

Soon enough you find yourself expecting/ adopting a child together

Terry takes time off work to take of you during the last stages to look after you and your needs; prepare everything for the child's arrival

To many size jokes from everyone

(Holds your hand without flinching once when you’re in labour)

Will take time of work to help with the baby (in case you adopt a young child he will do the same)

Plays the piano and writes music for his children (lullabies etc)

Music will be an essential part of the McCain household

No matter if Terrys teaching his children or just plays for himself, some tune will almost always be heard floating through the house

If Terry has a son he will teach him how to bind ties by the age of 5 haha

Taekwondo will be proposed but not forced though passively taught

Outdoor activities and family vacations include going rafting in Canada, discovering Irelands marshes and finally taking you on that trip to the Caribbean

I feel Terry McCain is a man who would try to make time with his family and bond with his children, trying to invest himself by interactive activities but his job would always remain a part of who he is. I can’t see Terry giving that up until he is at least 50. He wants to help people and especially needs a safe city for his loved ones

Oh the glare when your kid finally brings someone home

Intense stare so they will not try anything funny

Will rough up any kid who mistreats his child like lol homeboy better move his ass before McCain get’s involved

Will pick up and drive kids because he wants them safe but the compromise is that you go to the parents evenings in school because he can’t stand that and the other parents o.o

Lots of memories of his kids in the Jazz Club with him trying out different instruments

Jake and Dylan will be made godfathers, Anna the godmother and Frankie is the hip uncle that stops by occasionally and gets the kid(s) to pull pranks on their dad

*END NOTE: I actually thought about just cutting this enitre part but maybe you enjoyed it. I thought about how Terry would propose and after self debating

I came to the conclusion he would be the classic church straight out guy. Do you agree??!

Also my shadowban is finally lifted so I will be accepting requests on this account again :DD

#terry mccain x reader #Terry McCain #Excessive Force #1993 #thomas ian griffith #answered #heh sorry this took me a while #is it to cheesy for Terry ?#my shadowban is gone hell yeah!

22 notes · View notes

thomasiangriffith31862 · 1 year

Photo

Thomas Ian Griffith as Terry McCain in Excessive Force.

#thomas ian griffith #Terry McCain #excessive force #1993

3 notes · View notes

asexualannoyance · 6 months

Text

“[...] Like other movements within political Islam, the movement [Hamas] reflected a complex local reaction to the harsh realities of occupation, and a response to the disorientated paths offered by secular and socialist Palestinian forces in the past. Those with a more engaged analysis of this situation were well prepared for the Hamas triumph in the 2006 elections, unlike the Israeli, American, and European governments. It is ironic that it was the pundits and orientalists, not to mention Israeli politicians and chiefs of intelligence, who were taken by surprise by the election results more than anyone else. What particularly dumbfounded the great experts on Islam in Israel was the democratic nature of the victory. In their collective reading, fanatical Muslims were meant to be neither democratic nor popular. These same experts displayed a similar misunderstanding of the past. Ever since the rise of political Islam in Iran and in the Arab world, the community of experts in Israel had behaved as if the impossible was unfolding in front of their eyes. [...]

In 2009, Avner Cohen, who served in the Gaza Strip around the time Hamas began to gain power in the late 1980s, and was responsible for religious affairs in the occupied territories, told the Wall Street Journal, “the Hamas, to my great regret, is Israel’s creation.” Cohen explains how Israel helped the charity al-Mujama al-Islamiya (the “Islamic Society”), founded by Sheikh Ahmed Yassin in 1979, to become a powerful political movement, out of which the Hamas movement emerged in 1987. Sheikh Yassin, a crippled, semi-blind Islamic cleric, founded Hamas and was its spiritual leader until his assassination in 2004. He was originally approached by Israel with an offer of help and the promise of a license to expand. The Israelis hoped that, through his charity and educational work, this charismatic leader would counterbalance the power of the secular Fatah in the Gaza Strip and beyond. [...]

In 1993, Hamas became the main opposition to the Oslo Accord. While there was still support for Oslo, it saw a drop in its popularity; however, as Israel began to renege on almost all the pledges it had made during the negotiations, support for Hamas once again received a boost. Particularly important was Israel’s settlement policy and its excessive use of force against the civilian population in the territories. [...]

It also captured the hearts and minds of many Muslims (who make up the majority in the occupied territories) due [to] the failure of secular modernity to find solutions to the daily hardships of life under occupation. [...]

The new Israeli methods of oppression introduced during the Second Intifada—particularly the building of the wall, the roadblocks, and the targeted assassinations—further diminished the support for the Palestinian Authority and increased the popularity and prestige of Hamas. It would be fair to conclude, then, that successive Israeli governments did all they could to leave the Palestinians with no option but to trust, and vote for, the one group prepared to resist an occupation described by the renowned American author Michael Chabon as “the most grievous injustice I have seen in my life.” [...]

The obvious failure of the Palestinian groups and individuals who had come to prominence on the promise of negotiations with Israel clearly made it seem as if there were very few alternatives. In this situation the apparent success of the Islamic militant groups in driving the Israelis out of the Gaza Strip offered some hope. However, there is more to it than this. Hamas is now deeply embedded in Palestinian society thanks to its genuine attempts to alleviate the suffering of ordinary people by providing schooling, medicine, and welfare. No less important, Hamas’s position on the 1948 refugees’ right of return, unlike the PA’s stance, was clear and unambiguous. Hamas openly endorsed this right, while the PA sent out ambiguous messages, including a speech by Abu Mazen in which he rescinded his own right to return to his hometown of Safad. [...]”

—Ten Myths About Israel by Ilan Pappé, Chapter 9: “The Gaza Mythologies”, the section titled “Hamas Is a Terrorist Organization”

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #hamas #quotes #this book is very good

281 notes · View notes

terrence-silver · 3 months

Note

What signature moves do TIG's characters have (any that you want, but as always I'm partial to CK Terry and Cash) when trying to seduce beloved for the first time? I know that most mortals would hop into bed with him without him needing to lift a finger, but let's say for argument's sake beloved doesn't want to seem easy.

---

― For Terry Silver, one would think his signature move of seduction is flaunting his wealth, money, connections, mansions, cars, material possessions and himself too primarily, because, well, he's Terry Silver and he knows entirely the effect he has on people, a factor he majorly and very gleefully exploits at any given opportunity, but I feel strategies like this are ironically reserved for individuals and situations he has an entirely transactional leaning towards. You scratch my back, I reward you for your due diligence once you deserve it because nothing's for free. He's a shrewd businessman and Machiavellian after all and some things in life are strictly business. For people he genuinely likes, though? His seduction equals with big promises he entirely intends to make come true to their fullest and then some. Promises of everlasting devotion. Protection. Fealty. Pretty much fixing someone's life from the bottom up. Helping his person get away with bloody murder, if need be. You name it. Terry flinches from nothing. Never. He's a shockingly gracious and stubbornly forthcoming person to be loved by when you really think about it. At his most honest, Terry can be as blunt and transparent as grabbing someone by the shoulders, looking right into their eyes and just openly telling them everything he intends to do for them for the rest of their life, always, and then staying true to his word with every fiber of his being seeing as how he makes it his life's mission to do right by his beloved. If that isn't enough to not only seduce someone but make them swoon with intoxicated wonder and bewilderment, then I don't know what will.

― In the case of Terry McCain, jumping into bed isn't paramount to him, because in his own words, vaguely paraphrased from memory, that isn't a priority to him and he's not that kind of guy. Even though, validly, he could get all the action he wanted if he wanted. Thing is, he doesn't want it. Not from just anyone. Only one special person. Catholic principles, huh? As such, his signature move is poised more on love and how he achieves that is by being available for his beloved whenever and however --- whether they agree to it or not. Which means this man will almost stubbornly be in beloved's shadow, tail them, be close at hand, pester them to a degree if need be and pretty much insert himself into their life until he's accepted by them however long it takes. Breaking into their life, privacy and sphere, literally and figuratively isn't entirely out of the question either. He is stubborn, he is temperamental and he won't give up until the subject of his affection accepts him and his advances; a tactic slightly contradictive for a man who's existence is dedicated to the upholding of law and order. But, you see, Terry doesn't think he's doing anything wrong or that he's even some sort of sleaze with ulterior motives who's committing a crime of passion. Not like those lowlives on the streets he apprehends. He is himself and they're...them. No, no, he seduces by being consistently there until it becomes a given he's sleeping with you. And eventually? You'll simply have to understand and accept just how much he cares for you. That he's the best for you. Always was. Just took him never giving up for you to see it.

― Gus Travis is a gangbanger and his method of seduction is, initially at least, typically streetwise and the approach any tatted up bad man in a leather jacket with a gun tucked into his jeans would go for; a hint of danger, a hint of sexiness, coming at you first and doing so boldly, buying you a drink or five, putting his arms around you, heated banter, flirting very openly, jealously getting in your space and ensuring every other person within eye distance steers clear of you because for the time being, this is his turf. But, it ain't that simple, because Gus has layers to him and while he might seem like a dangerous, detached criminal sort (and god knows he is) the very process of the seduction it takes to get you into bed might just hit Gus harder than the very subject of the seduction and he very well could end up smitten with you when it was you was supposed to be enchanted by him first and he might end up smitten way before he gets anywhere near second base. Man falls into his own trap, in a sense, and yeah, suddenly, getting to fuck you simply isn't enough anymore. He's here thinking being exclusive, claiming you, making you the Bonnie to his Clyde, tattooing your face over his heart, marriage, being partners in crime, and for all we know, sailing the seven seas with you in a boat bearing your name. His imagination runs wild and he seduces himself where you are concerned. Man's actually pathetically in love and he gets to this state awfully quickly. What starts out as him trying to get into your pants might just result in being tied to him in matrimony a week from then.

― Jack Blaylock's signature move of seduction is being relatable. Being more or less just some guy working as a PI out abroad. Posing himself as interesting enough to be peculiar and catch the attention of those who seek him out and even those who don't, with a dash of being seemingly ordinary enough to feel secure. Being that whiff of civilian normality, safety and the known in an unknown place. You could almost be relieved wherever you're travelling in the world that you stumbled upon a kindred spirit like him in a sea of strangers and that as a result, you've someone to share similar topics with, similar interests, anecdotes, worldviews, desires, but little do you know Jack, or rather Timothy, deliberately placed himself on your path and designed whatever persona he presents to you to intentionally appeal to you so far from your roots. To get you to trust him. Open up to him. Come to him for help and advice. Put your guard down. To give him the chance to befriend you. Sure, act the honeypot by taking you to bed and making it seem like a spontaneous development of things. This is a professional deformation of his, being an undercover Hitman --- utilizing subterfuge to get a target disarmed. Not that you're a target...but in a way, yeah, yes you are. You're his target. The prime target. The target that matters most. So, fact is, Jack will literally befriend you straight into seduction, into his bed and then right into his crosshairs.

― When it comes to Cash, I don't figure he seduces --- he just takes. Because, keep in mind, he's not the oratorial type. He isn't a schmoozer. He won't charm in the classical sense. He won't act slick. He won't be braggadocious. He won't utilize big words. Sometimes even no words at all. He won't jump through verbal hoops of fire to knock someone off their feet because that's just not in his character to do. His signature 'move' isn't him being any sort of Casanova. His signature move is his quiet audacity. The fact he'll know all your whereabouts. The in's and out's of your life. Your comings. Goings. That he'll totally abuse the privileges of his badge to discover all he can about you. What's the worst that can happen? He'll get suspended? Heck, he already got suspended for much, much worse. That he'll watch. Observe from afar. In broad daylight, if need be. Yes. Stalk. And he doesn't even particularly care if it's stalking. He developed an interest and this territory? You in it? It's all his. One step at a time, without beloved, beloved you even noticing he slips closer and closer to the target and by the time you two officially 'meet' you'll never really know that Cash has already met you months ago and knows everything there is to know about you. Who would've thought? He seems so unassuming too. Strong, silent type. Cop. The way you 'met'? Undoubtedly just as unassuming and day-to-day ordinary to the degree there's no discernable tactic one can single out for Cash to use. He just appears in your life. And yet, all the strategies he utilized to get there were undoubtedly a web of complex machinations tucked behind a silent facade that ensure you'll never even put two and two together that this man basically besieged your whole life and virtually took you hostage a long time ago.

― Jan Valek doesn't have signature moves in the modern, contemporary understanding of it all. Man's medieval. Quite literally speaking. His manner is medieval. His view of things is medieval. And his approach is, in weird ways, medieval too, regardless of the fact he's been alive for six centuries; much of him hasn't changed and remained frozen in time, just like he himself has. There's something almost chivalrous to him in spite of him being quite literally The Father of the Damned. There's something worshipful and adoring as he presses a lingering kiss to his beloved's hand, talks about them in highly idealistic and poetic terms and looks at them like they hung the stars and the moon itself on the sky right from the get go, mixing raw eroticism with an anachronistic, near courtly feel for romance, quite literally loving them into seduction and it could, technically, taking a vampire's innate, supernatural charm into consideration, take him no time at all to consummate beloved, as such, his trick, if it can even be called a trick, on how he gets beloved to open up for him like a blossoming flower is by downright wooing them like they're heavenly perfection itself and in his eyes --- they are. None of this is a ploy or a ruse. Manipulation. Strategy. For Jan Valek, this is absolute honesty. His undead heart wholly and entirely on display. So, if beloved gives in, it'll be genuinely because of how unabashedly lionizing and reverent Jan Valek is towards them, bordering on deification. After all, how many people, immortal or mortal will compare the subject of their interest to God's light and the Sun itself and actually mean it?

19 notes · View notes