#porsche was drunk BOTH TIMES

[bitacrytic]

Once more!!!!

Rapists and kidnappers are NOT doms.

Rapists and kidnappers are NOT doms.

The difference between a dom and a rapist/kidnapper is consent.

If there has never been a conversation where the "submissive" gave clear consent to the "dominant" to do A SPECIFIC THING, then it is not BDSM, but abuse.

If the "submissive" agrees to one thing but does not agree to another and the "dominant" still goes ahead and does it, then it's ABUSE!!!

Communication and consent.

COMMUINCATION AND CONSENT.

Enjoy your toxic, fictional characters. Love them for what they are. But please, stop saying that abusive men are doms because they are not.

[onyourhyuck]

Sore Loser <3 | Lee Haechan (M)

Prologue: “At least I don’t fuck every girl I meet.” + “At least I don’t get cheated on.”

Summary: Your boyfriend and you are both sore losers.

Warning: Mature themes. Crack. Relationship goals. Slightly suggestive and smutty.

Note: I AM BACK!! Sorry it took a while but I’m very busy with school and I finished my stuff :)) expect slow updates but I’m returning now.

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“Just admit it I’m better at Valorant and you suck absolute ass.” You tell your boyfriend sitting across your bed where you are laying down watching him play Valorant on the computer.

You’re in his bedroom hanging out, essentially you guys were going to play together but the last time you both ended up arguing for hours about losing the round and blaming it on each other. You take your games very seriously and so does Haechan. He doesn’t like losing.

Might be because he’s just a sore loser or perhaps he loves seeing you lose and throw a tantrum over it. Maybe it’s both. Who knows, Haechan’s a weird species of men and you don’t even know why you’re wasting your time arguing with the boy sometimes.

But even though you guys argue there are your moments where you both are very sweet together. You guys understand each other quite well but often you like to annoy the hell out of each other.

Haechan bites his bottom lip as he failed to win the round. He turns around to face you with a deadly look in his eyes as if he was ready to blame you. “You distracted me again!”

You open your mouth defensively. “Do not blame me for your shitty skills. You took that L so badly.”

He rolls his eyes slightly annoyed as he stands up and walks over to the bed edge, scowling, grabbing a potato chip and nomming it down from your chips bag.

“Y’know at least I don’t have daddy issues.” He shrugs confidently sitting down, eating more. Your mouth drops as your eyes go on a squint glare.

“Yeah? Well at least my dad actually gives me attention and loves me.”

Your words shook haechan at his core as his eyes roll over to you. He stops eating and sits up slightly before replying back with equal damage. “At least I don’t cry over the slightest thing.”

“At least I don’t fuck every girl I meet.”

“At least I don’t get cheated on.”

The way you let out a gasp as he did not hold back his words biting down on every syllable which means he meant everything he said to you. “You’re a dick.” You tell him.

He smirks. “You love it.”

You didn’t reply but bite down your bottom lip angrily.

“At least I never made out with Mark’s sister!”

Haechan’s face went beyond red and he side glances around his bedroom hopefully hoping his roommate Mark did not hear them speaking.

“I- YOU KNOW DAMN WELL IT WAS LATE AND I WAS DRUNK.”

you scoff. “Like that excuses you kissing your best friend’s little sister…”

He frowns at you. “At least I didn’t vomit on jaemin’s lap when he was driving.”

You shiver at the flashback at the time when you were very drunk and Jaemin, your best friend, took you home by giving you a ride in his new Porsche car and instantly on the way you threw up on his lap and a little bit of his new car getting dirty.

You grunt. “At least I don’t crave attention 24/7 like an absolute child.”

Haechan rolls over to the side slowly crawling to you as he spoke, so many things at once now, completely off guarding you, without any hesitation, Haechan starts to expose everything about you so freely without discharging how you would feel.

He begins. “Oh yeah I’m the baby? Well at least I don’t act like a complete bitch randomly when i need attention. At least I don’t beg to be touched. At least I don’t get wet easily. At least I’m not the most horny person on the planet. At least I don’t scream out my name loud when I’m giving you the best fuck of your life. At least I’m not the one trembling and whimpering—“

“It’s… it’s my turn! Hey!”

You stutter crawling back away from Haechan as he keeps coming closer to cut you off and trap you down on the bed as he was on top of you pinning your wrists down on the pillows laid behind you to support your back and body, staring down at your eyes with a devious flint and a loud smirk that screamed he won and you lost. Like expected. He was so condescending, but you low-key liked him having this effect on you.

He didn’t care if it was your turn or not. He knew you were finished.

You softly let out looking away from Haechan’s face. “I don’t want to play anymore.” You’d huff out and he laughs a little leaning in to poke your cheeks. “You’re such a sore loser, Y/n.”

“Shut up” you tell him softly looking away.

He raised his eyes. “Did I go too hard on you with my words hm?”

You didn’t reply for a while until you decided to change your mind. “I don’t cry over the slightest thing by the way…”

He starts to laugh as he realised the only thing that upset you was that statement out of all the things he possibly said. You were so unpredictable.

“Okay you don’t. We even now?”

“Yes go away.”

He grins leaning in to whisper in your ears. “I’m not done yet.” As he feeds over your shirt to feet your chest grabbing the bra and unclipping it. Your eyes widen as your cheeks grow red. “Hyuck— what are you doing?”

He looks up at you humming. “I’m proving your statement right. I fuck every girl I meet.” He told jokingly and you couldn’t help but smile unconsciously as he took off his shirt leaning down to kiss you passionately.

“God dammit you’re such a sore loser, hyuck…”

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MORE NCT SMUT FICS.

[moviesstoriesandbooks]

Kim has a chipped tooth , but the chipping is inside , and very very small. It can't be seen and he won't get it fixed.

It's a souvenir from the very first time he defeated Chan on hand to hand combat. Even Chan doesn't know that, THAT hit, did so much damage.

Chay on the other hand , knows.

After their first kiss on his shaggy old couch , and the many more that followed that night , he could wax poetry about all the edges and softness of every single crevice on Kim's mouth. He had whimpered when it accidentally grazed his lips , and had grabbed onto Kim's shoulders at the time.

But after that one night Chay never got to kiss Kim again. He never saw the warmth in his eyes that melted and re-moulded his entire world. Not even when he begged in front of Kim to tell him some part of whatever they had , was true.

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Afterwards when he tried to move on , when he tried to fall into the arms of strangers who creeped all over him lustfully , the kisses never made him * feel*.

They were just a way to distract the minds of these poor replacements , so they wouldn't notice how empty Chay's ministrations were. They always closed their eyes when they kissed , and so Chay's unsatisfied frown went by unnoticed. His anger at the reminder , the lack of friction when they tried to dominate him, only made him pull back to lead their attention elsewhere, which they mistook for throes of passion. Hopefully.

When Chay finally was picked up by Kim at Yok's bar one night , Kim was shocked seeing how very much Chay had to drink , and how lax the security around him had been , especially considering their ward had been inebriated. Chay could barely recognise it was Kim half-carrying him out of the bar. Porsche had mentioned to "Make sure Porchay is being safe , Yok called and said he's drinking now. I know , shocking!" , Kim hadn't expected to end up with whole armful of drunk lanky Chay with flushed face and pouty lips.

Kim decided then and there to take him to his penthouse to sleep it off, so he could lie to Porsche about how drunk he had been and maybe so noone else could see his Chay like that.

Once a slightly sobered up Chay took in the piano that stood against the backdrop of a starlit Bangkok skyline , he tearfully broke down and tried to push Kim's aid away.

Only for them both to end up on the rug overlooking the balcony , holding each other , Kim trying to bask in the aroma that was simply his Porchay , and Chay trying to claw his way into Kim's leather jacket.

Finally , finally; Chay got to taste him again , and his whimpers got louder each time Kim grazed his plump lips with that one chipped tooth.

Some vague part of Chay's consciousness revelled that it couldn't get better than this , for Kim to choose that moment bite his lips with full force and draw blood. Chay started to shake like a scared fawn when Kim's fingers climbed underneath his shirt and headed to his chest.

[itsmelb]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just to name a few 😉

[chanbig]

Big Kinnporsche and his uniform

i know the costume design dept gave the theerapanyakul bodyguards different versions of their uniform to make it easier to distinguish between them and make it visually more interesting (even though the point of a uniform is homogeneity) but i think it's interesting how they make big and porsche outliers

Porsche is out here in his slutty little vest and tie (the only one in his shirtsleeves because he is freewheeling, he is bucking the rules, we gotta show off that shoulder-to-waist ratio). he is new, he is special, he doesn't give a fuck. he is the Main Character.

pete, ken, arm and pol are in the usual blazer, no tie, shirt with a couple of buttons undone combo, with varying levels of undone-ness. (pete has the most buttons done up, intriguingly!!!! he typically only has the top button undone. what does this Mean. what could he possibly be hiding under there 🤫). this is what the typical bodyguard wears—most of the bodyguard extras are wearing a black suit and white shirt (one or two have ties, but most don't). they are integrated into the system. they are a team.

chan gets distinguished as head bodyguard by being allowed to wear all black, which gives him a very intense, no nonsense look. he stands out from the crowd when he first walks into frame—without words, you can tell THAT is a man with authority (😳 <- live me reaction)

AND THEN you have big over here in his closed blazer, shirt buttoned to the neck, perfectly knotted tie, and suspenders (!!) outfit. the whole getup. no one else on the main cast is doing it like him—literally. he is on the opposite end of the spectrum from porsche, even though they wear almost the same number of pieces. with the blazer on, big's outfit gives him the most buttoned up/rigid/follows the rules look, like he will wear the fullest version of the uniform because It Is The Correct Way. he has been at this job for years and he is still so strict about this. he is so strict about this BECAUSE he has been at this job for years. even with his ponytail and edgy eyebrow cut, he comes across as 'I am 100% on the job all the time'. he is All Business.

spot the suspenders 🧐

even when he's wearing the standard tracksuit, it's zipped completely up to the neck, sleeves all the way down.

we never see him in the pool. we don't see him in casual clothes. he is always SO closed off. he takes his uniform blazer off ONCE (making porsche crawl across the floor is hard work 😏).

spot the blazer thrown over the chair in the back 🔍

the only time we see him wearing a shirt with the buttons undone is when they're at the casino and he's being forced to 'blend in'. looking closer, though, even that outfit looks like the shirt and trousers he normally wears, just without the blazer, tie, and suspenders.

same slim-cut black trousers, same type of stiffened spread collar, same big pocket. his trousers fit him well—clearly the suspenders are just for the Look.

hmmm ive seen this shirt before.

the only time we see him in a short sleeved shirt is when they're on a SWAT-style rescue mission and everyone else is ALSO wearing that.

field trip time. everyone put on their outside clothes.

so arguably even both 'more casual' outfits are literally part of his uniform

where am i going with this... we see the others in their casual clothes. we see them disheveled, drunk, unbound from their jobs. they are allowed to be something other than just a bodyguard, even if just for a minute, even if they're still with tankhun at the bar—they are allowed that measure of freedom and personality. they drink, they laugh, they have fun. they have desires outside of their jobs (notably, we see ken in a hawaiian shirt when he is revealed to be the mole, i.e. have desires outside of the main theerapanyakul house)

we do not see big outside of his role as a bodyguard. he is this role and this role is him. there's something there about him scrubbing away all of his personal wants and needs to fit into this role as kinn's Head Bodyguard. giving up everything else so he can do this job, be of use to the theerapanyakul family—to kinn. not allowing himself to think about or want things outside of the compound because those things will distract him. no faltering from his role, or any vision of him as a person is allowed to come through. all he has is just a single minded pursuit of his goal and his focus (protecting kinn). he has dedicated himself and he is proud of that. he still gets up and puts on the whole uniform every day, suspenders on, shirt buttoned up, tie tight. he follows the rules and his orders even though he hates them sometimes, even though he might protest at first—one word or gesture from kinn or korn or kim and he falls silent. he will push down everything else he might have wanted under the role he has chosen for himself, that he has now become. he has already given up everything else for the theerapanyakuls—so, in the end, why not his life? what else does he have to offer? what else is left?

[everythingne]

out of the woods - ls2 [2]

With a home race that couldn't go better, Dhanishka feels the confidence to let loose. But, Bahrain's post race celebration brings up some confusing feelings Dhanishka definitely won't handle the best. Charles plays the disappointed older brother role very well, Daniel is a bit of an enabler as is Lando, who also wins a bet with McLaren. Also, the FIA makes a weird call.

logan sargeant x ferrari!ex!oc

fc: iffat marash (and other pinterest girlies)

warnings/notes: mentions of past car accidents, drunkeness, a makeout scene, tbh if logan looked at me the way i describe here i would fold oops. conflicting feelings here for miss dubey

(part one) (part three)

Bahrain hasn't even started, my home race hasn't even started, and I already feel like I'm about to snap. I knew coming into this race there was a lot of pressure on me to do well, not to mention how basically everyone I knew and their fucking mother was here, but from Ferrari alone. This was the season they planned to solidify Charles and I next to Red Bull. They'd been secretive about their car, their plans, and whatever, just to hopefully psyche out the other teams.

Personally, I just wanted to win for myself, but thats a whole other story.

When I walk in the race, cameras are on me faster than I can say my name, thousands of eyes watching the only rookie this season as she makes her way into her paddock. Inside the paddock is no better, and the garage can't even be a safe haven as reporters walking the pit lane try to get video of me and Charles greeting eachother.

He's like a bright red beacon of safety admist the chaos of this morning. He hands me a coffee, says it's supposed to be some sort of weird chai thing. It tastes... like slightly more bitter and heavily espresso filled chai. But I drink it anyway because lord knows I need the energy.

"You look stressed, is it the race?" Charles asks after our debriefing, when I'm working on reaction times. I keep working at whacking the buttons, eyes trained on the center as I also work my periphery.

"I think so." I say, uninterested, and Charles purposefully messes up the game so I look at him with a loud exclamation. He grins, and I get now why Arthur had punched Charles in the arm as a greeting once. He looks like a cat that knows it's done something wrong, but smugly doesn't care. Like my aunt's big brown cat named Porsche.

They'd bought her a 'Porsche' for her birthday that year. Haha.

"What's it actually?" Charles asks when I catch my breath a little, taking a big gulp of water and then sipping on the coffee-chai-thing.

"I talked to Logan after we left the resturant and I can't stop thinking about it." I set down the cup and go to return to the game before Charles grabs my wrist and pulls me back.

"Do you wanna talk about it before the race? Maybe get it out of your system so it doesn't affect you while driving?"

"You're talking like you speak from experience."

"Maybe I do." He hums and I huff through my nose, before grabbing both of my drinks when he nods his head back to his drivers room. Probably the only place here we could get privacy. He pops me down on his couch and sits next to me, motioning for me to talk.

I stammer a bit before sighing, “Logan still thinks it’s my fault. He still thinks I had something to do with the accident. And I’m a fucking idiot because I still love him.”

Charles’ eyes widen as I lean forward and huff, rubbing my forehead as I keep talking, “I still love him after three years. And he doesn’t love me back and that hurts but I can’t do anything about it.”

"you still love him?" He asks and I nod, and then hitch forward with a sharp gasp. It's like saying the words out loud have thrown every possible emotion in my face. Anger at him for breaking up, regret for not chasing him, a deep sorrow for the things we'd lost. He had been my first love, something so innocent. I didn't know how I was supposed to live without him.

"I do," I whisper through the lump in my throat, "I love him, but I can't even look at him without feeling sick."

For once with all the issues I've come to tell Charles about, this is one that stumps him. But he wraps an arm around me, pulling him to his side as he rubs his hand along my back and I curl into his touch. I don't exactly cry, but I more so just hyperventilate.

And it takes maybe ten minutes for me to calm down fully and when I do, Charles squeezes my hands.

"No matter what happens, I've got you." He says softly, "just like at dinner, I've got you."

I nod and he hands me a tissue, I fix up my makeup and stand, letting him escort me back out to the garage so we can go get out fireproofs and race suits.

The sun is long set when we start the race, the warm up lap making my nerves spark as my fingers twitch on the steering wheel. I knew Bahrain's track like the backs of my hands, I knew exactly what to expect and what to do and where to go. Starting p8 wasn't terrible, I would've preferred to be higher but I'll take what I can get. In front of me is Yuki, Carlos, Daniel, Charles, Oscar, Lando, and Max. With Logan directly behind me and Alex behind him.

I'm not super worried about Alex, but Logan had a pretty similar driving style to me so I worry about him coming and overtaking me. I know I can overtake Yuki, Carlos, and Daniel if I give myself time and risk going wide when it comes to Carlos, but Lando, Oscar and Max will be my biggest competition. Though I'm not sure about Charles, I guess it depends on what we're told on the radio.

Within the first five laps, I've gotten past Yuki and Carlos, but Daniel's giving me a run for my money. Charles even tries helping, but it's no use, and I take my place behind Daniel for the foreseeable future. I don't mind it, holding P6 at the beginning isn't the worst scenario. I just have to wait until people starting going in for tire changes and such, hopefully I'll be able to use that to get around.

Eventually, Daniel understeers and it gives me a perfect opportunity to whip around him and I solidify myself in P5. Oscar's ahead of me, Lando ahead of him, Charles in P2 and then Max holds P1. Charles is fighting him for it and I'm impressed with how we're doing so far.

At some point Logan comes up behind me, I'm only alerted via the radio for half a second before I see him try and push me to the edge of the track. I speed up, purposefully oversteering the turn to knock him off my back.

By the end of the race, I find myself P3 by a goddamn thread. Lando having wing damage making it easier for me to snag around him in one of the last turns. Charles isn't far ahead of me, and Max holds his P1 usual. Lando's P4, Oscar P5, and Logan P6. Everyone else is pretty much scrambled, almost all the racers overtaking someone multiple times throughout the race.

I can't really feel anything under the thrum of my excitement, Charles coming up behind me and lifting me off the ground in celebration as Max laughs from a distance. We're making our way to the stage for the podium, helmets off and a hat secured over my head to block out the sun and my post-race helmet hair.

"Lets go! 'Ishka!" Charles jumps and I laugh, whacking him on the head as he hoists me in the air.

"Congrats, kid." Max grabs the brim of my hat and yanks it down, making me yelp in surprise as Charles sets me down. I fix the brim of my hat while Charles laughs, trying to help me yank down Max's hat too before I'm called to walk up on stage.

The roar of the audience is deafening, the announcement a warble as I take the trophy with a thank you and shook the hand of the woman who gave it to me. I lift it above my head, the noise only growing, and I can't help the satisfied shout that leaves my throat in celebration.

Dipping back into the paddock, I see Logan being ushered away from me by Alex. Even though the sight of him makes my throat close and stomach drop, I try to keep my head up. I try to not let it affect me, but I know it does.

I told Logan the truth. I let him him go because he wanted to go. Nothing Logan did now would change the way my heart ached for him. In F2 I learned quickly to shove my emotions down and never let them escape me, and when I wasn't in the safety of Charles' company, I felt like I had fallen back into that same routine again.

Cold, sharper than a tack, everything rolled right off. I bit my tongue when necessary, fought back only when provoked.

It was nothing like how I had been before Trident. That much was known. But I wasn't about to be used again. Never again.

A few hours later, we're at the hotel Charles is staying in, him laying face first on his bed while I fix up my makeup in a mirror for the upteenth time. Another night out is in order to celebrate the season kickoff, Max inviting Charles and I along with him, Daniel, and Carlos to some sort club I've been to a hundred times already.

Once I've used Charles' bathroom to change into my clothes for the night, I'm wrapping a large Ferrari jacket around myself to be a bit more 'presentable' until we get to the club. I lean into the mirror to check and secure all my jewlery before I make my way out of the bathroom.

Charles looks up from where he's sitting in one of the chairs in the hotel room, his eyes doing a quick once over before he grins and stands up. He's wearing some jeans and a loose black button-up, a gold necklace swinging before settling against his collarbones as he makes his way to my side.

"Revenge dress?" He muses to me with a smirk and I whack his arm with a loud laugh, shaking my head as I walk to grab my purse off the coffee table.

"It wasn't intended to be, but sure." I grin as I take a sip from my wine glass on the table, eyeing the now empty bottle we were using to loosely pregame the night, "Glad to see you've gotten a bit of fashion advice, the polo looks good. If Max is wearing anything Red Bull I'll choke him out."

"I'll help you." Charles laughed and hands me his wallet. I pop it in my purse without thinking, I know it's so I don't run off without him, and I pretend to be annoyed. But the action is sweet.

"We have a little private room with some of the other drivers," Charles grabs our phones off the charges and hands me mine as he pockets his, fixes his hair in some sort of habit, and then looks back to me as he grabs the handle of the door, "So, you can leave your stuff there until we leave."

"Sounds good to me." I follow him out the door, my heels clicking on the tile on the hallway as we move down to where the carpet starts. Charles turns back to me as he walks, watching me dig out my car keys. When I lift my eyes to meet him he scratches his jaw and then speaks.

"Logan's gonna be there. That's fine with you?" Charles asks. I had told him in the garage this morning about my argument with Logan. It had been eating at me, and Charles being ever the observant picked up on my shift in attitude before I did.

"I probably won't even see him, this club is always packed." I reason, even with the private room. I'd spend most of my time at the bar. If I was with my friends, also the dancefloor, but I had a suspicion I wouldn't be doing much dancing tonight.

"You sure?" Charles holds the elevator door open for me, letting me step in and press the button for the lobby. I nod, adjusting my outfit a little bit as I look over at him.

"It's fine, I'm over it." I shrug, looking at myself in the mirrored doors of the elevator and fixing up my hair loosely. I can feel the elevator slowly start to lower and I grin at myself.

Maybe it was the confidence from my win, but I looked good tonight.

"You cried over him this morning and now you're saying you're over it?" Charles hums, thinking back clearly to me frustrated for no reason this morning and his intervention with led to me half-hyperventilating into his chest.

"I got P3 in my first F1 race, Charles. No one can touch me. I'm hot, sexy, and breaking the Ferrari curse." I playfully do a little z-snap that has Charles chuckling as the doors open to the lobby and he brings me out to an awaiting car. This was something else I would never get used to, how we all just kinda casually had luxury vehicles. Now, my parents were well off, my father a CEO and my mother a tailor, and they had plenty of money to give to me and my sister if we needed it. But it hadn't always been that way. So the Ferrari just idling outside the hotel, clearly brought over by Ferrari for Charles and I to drive like once this whole weekend is a shock to me.

He lets me in the back, then gets in the passengers, instructing the driver on where to go while I lean back with a content sigh and watch the streetlights pass.

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dhanishkadubey: kicking off the start of a wonderful szn. much love to the tifosi 🏎️ ❤️ (📷: @ charlesleclerc)

charlesleclerc: ❤️

danielricciardo: this bitch drinks fireball like water.

dhanishkadubey: ur rlly exposing me like this danny :(?

user1: congrats on p3!!!

oscarpiastri: go dhanishka go !!

user2: tensions rising in the loscar fandom tn

maxverstappen: great start to your rookie year, dhanishka :)

anyadubey: YAAA THATS MY SEXY SISTER!!!

user3: actually in love w her.

When we arrive at the club, the place is already going hard. Early 2000s music pulses from various speakers, the lights flashing to the beat of who I think is Britney Spears mixed with that one song from Saltburn. It's Daniel who greets us in the upstairs room, showing me where to leave my bag and jacket while Charles is escorted off to the side by Pierre and Max. I spot Esteban and Lance chatting idly with Magnussen and some other racers. It's odd combinations tonight, as the grouping strays from the normal clumps of friends, but it means I find myself engrossed in a conversation with Alex and George maybe thirty minutes after getting inside.

"I seriously thought you were gonna be much meaner!" George shouts over the pulsing music and I laugh as he hands me my drink from the bartender. I thank him softly and take a big sip, nodding at the sour taste im expecting from the cocktail.

Catching George's eye, I tease, "Do you want me to be?"

"God no," George waves a hand in my direction with a soft laugh, something playful and almost childlike gleaming in his eyes as he tilts his head, "Carmen's plenty mean to me."

"Oh stop!" Alex scoffs, whacking George's arm, "As if Carmen's little jabs equate to Lily's!"

"Didn't you literally call Lily the doll from Squid Game?" I ask, then pop my straw in my mouth and take a slow sip. Alex freezes as if he's been caught red handed, and George suppresses a giggle.

"Look..." Alex holds up a hand in defense but George and I are laughing too hard to really hear whatever excuse he uses to defend his actions.

"Okay, can I ask you a question, Dhanishka?" Alex asks after we've calmed down, leaning forward on the bar as I settle in my seat with George on my other side. I nod and he swallows and I can see him roll the question through his head. He takes a sip of his drink, swallows, and turns to ask, "If you wanna answer, what exactly happened with you and Logan? 'Cause he's been moping since you got announced to be racing with Ferrari and I might lose my mind if he doesn't knock it off."

"Oh god," I say into my midori sour, taking the bitter drink into my mouth and swallowing it and setting my hand over the cup. George leans over to look, head slightly tilted like a puppy as Alex quickly speaks up.

"If you don't wanna say anything, it's fine, but--"

"--No, no. It's fine Alex," I wave a hand, "uhm, Logan and I started dating when we were racing in Renault, but we'd been kinda... I guess flirty since the end of our formative years and into like secondary school. We were... I was fifteen, so he was seventeen or sixteen at the time? It was just like... puppy love, y'know? Pure and innocent, nothing too serious.

"And, we were both in love and it was nice. It really was nice. But, when that crash happened with Trident, I think something snapped in him. I... the breakup... it came from nowhere. I don't know if it was because he was mad, thinking I had something to do with it, or if he just... didn't know what to do and needed control after Trident took that P2 position from him? I don't know. We hadn't spoken since that day until last night."

"You talked to him last night?" Alex asks with slightly wide eyes and I nod, taking another sip of my drink.

"We argued about it last night while waiting to leave." I sigh, rolling my shoulders as I pop the straw between my lips and take a long slow sip, then speak, "He thought I had something to do with the crash, I told him I didn't, he asked me why I let him leave--which, Alex, feel free to tell him I think that's a dumb fucking question. I wasn't gonna force him to stay if he was unhappy, or if he didn't wanna date anymore. I'm not a monster."

"Wait, wait," George waves a hand to grab my attention and I turn to him with a soft hum, "So is he mad at you?"

"I don't know," I finish off my drink, noticing both George and Alex are not even halfway down their respective drinks, "I can't tell with him. I would completely understand if he was furious about everything, but none of it was my fault. I didn't even know Trident planned to crash into him!"

"I'm gonna try talking to him," Alex looks over at someone to the right of me and I don't have to look to know he means Logan's there. I nod, sip my drink, and excuse myself to go back to the room. George escorts me up there, to make sure I'm fine, and then leaves me to Daniel who grins.

"You've had something to drink, right?" He asks and I nod, but happily join him and Lando at the bar for shots of various alcohols. And I end up drinking a few glasses of soju back to back with Max at one point, introducing him and Checo to different flavors while Daniel laughs at Max's shock over how everything just tastes like a slightly sour juice. I'm finishing my fourth glass of soju when I start to feel woozy. Taking a water from the bartender, I count the drinks I've had in my head and roughly equate them to about a handle of alcohol.

Lando orders a final round of shots for us, Fireball burning down my throat.

"Danny!" I call to the Australian, who turns in a full circle before realizing wher eI am. He nods and steps closer so I don't have to shout.

"The bathrooms right there," I point to a hallway and Daniel nods, "Can you grab my stuff and I'll meet you guys by the door?"

"Yeah, just be quick! Text me if you need anything." He squeezes my wrist and I nod, slipping away and down the stairs that lead tot he dark bathrooms. Once I'm done, I step out into the hall looking down at my phone when I slip on water pooled by the door. Or what I hope is water.

A hand juts out, catching me by the waist and tugging me forward so I'm no longer falling backwards. The firm hand is familiar, and when I glance up to thank the man who caught me I make eye contact with Logan. I resist the urge to make some rude comment and thank him softly instead.

"Are you gonna tell everyone about us dating?" He asks instead and I scoff.

"Are you gonna start a fight every time I see you?" I rebuke, and then shrug, "Alex and George asked. And if I said no, they could just look it up. I didn't say any apecifics, just the bulk."

Logan looks a little relieved at that, almost like he was nervous about their reactions if they knew every little thing that we'd done. Truth be told, puppy love was the best way to describe us back then. Stolen chaste kisses, giddy smiles when holding hands, little meaningful gifts, late night texts that led to sleepy smiles the next day. I was sure he'd had something more... mature after he'd broken it off. I had rationalized in my head that was why he broke it off. I'd never know the real reason, I wasn't going to ask.

"You..." Logan finally lets go of my waist, and in the low light I see his eyes sweep over me with a look I want to decipher. I've lost the key to his brain, and I know I won't be finding it any time soon.

"You look as beautiful as the day I left you, more so now... but," He laughs, shaking his head, "Sorry, I had too much to drink. I shouldn't."

"You shouldn't." I agree, but a tiny smile curls at my lips, "But thank you."

Logan looks at me for a long moment and I return the gaze, our eyes spelling out stories of his hands carding through my hair, laying on a blanket on the roof of his London apartment and listening to music in shared earbuds, us cheering on Oscar when he'd asked Lily out and celebrating with him after.

He was so much of my past, and somehow I found that I wished he could fit into my future.

"Can I ask one thing?" Logan says, the music pulsing above us louder now, making his voice get swallowed by the music. I step closer to hear him as I nod, throat dry as trepidation rolls across my skin, his lips part, and it takes a second for him to ask, "Can we not fight? I don't think I can ever see you look angry at me again, I've been replaying our argument outside the restaurant for days now.

"I don't wanna leave our past behind us and move on," He continues when I gape at him, "I loved you back then, maybe I still do now or maybe its the fact I'm so drunk the world is spinning, but you were such a big piece of my life. I've known you since we were kids, Dhanishka I can't let go of you now that I've got you back."

His heart is being held out for me, hands shaking as he stares at me, and I just stare back. Just friends, I tell myself. That's all we'll be.

"You know," I start, and I can feel its my heart and blood alcohol content leading the conversation and not my brain, "I do think I still love you--or maybe its the fact I'm just as drunk as you are, if not worse. You made my life, you made me who I am, from the stupid jokes to the little kisses behind our garages, or sneaking into eachother drivers rooms to nap..."

I swallow my pride, "I won't let go of you this time."

He grins and on wobbly legs he takes me into a hug, I let his arms wrap around my waist, hands warm against my skin as I throw my arms around his neck. The stairs squeak behind us, and we step back, but I don't see anyone come down. When I turn back to him, I find he's still looking, and as the music shakes the walls and rolls into my skin, I find one of my hands cupping his jaw. His breath cuts short, lips parting as his tongue darts out.

It's so dumb how easily I fall back in love with Logan Sargeant.

He dips down before I can think to pull back, slotting his lips against mine, and I welcome it. His grip on me tightens as he tugs me back in, bunching fabric under his fingernails as he gasps when I nip his lip.

"We shouldn't do this." He gasps between a kiss he drives, only to be cut off by me stepping closer to keep our lips dancing. He turns us, pressing my shoulders to a wall, cornering me underneath him, and I bite back a whine in the back of my throat.

"We shouldn't," I agree, and gasp when he moves closer, his hands sliding down to guide my hips towards him as his knee knocks mine apart. He steps one foot between mine, leaning into me, and I can't help the whine he forces out of my lips this time. And when I see his satisfied grin, I can't help the tiny bashful smile that pokes at my own lips.

"You're an asshole." I breathe against his lips, the club pulses above us, footsteps creaking on the stairs, but in that moment we dont feel the pull of the crowd singing and dancing. His hands grip my waist through the thin fabric of my black dress, pulling me in, and I feel everything. His chest hits mine with his sharp breath in, our eyes finding each other and holding a gaze I feel as bitter as the tequila in my stomach.

"I know," He pulls me in by wrapping his arm around my waist, hand finding my jaw and tugging me impossibly closer. Our lips meet again, all heat and fervor and my hands find the back of his head, knocking our teeth when I tug him in after he breaks the kiss.

22R stains his lips and I see it on his teeth when he grins, memories flicker through my eyes. He tastes like expensive whiskey and rum, a hint of shitty bottled beer taps my tonsils when I swallow. He tastes like everything I should run from and yet, I crave more.

"Dhanishka!" Charles calls for me somewhere in the club, voice loud against the music, and I step back. Reaching out to grab my wrist, Logan pulls me in once more, his thumb runs along my lower lip, fixing the smudged lipstick in the dark, dingy bathroom hall. I don't know what to say, I don't know if this is a moment where I'm even supposed to say anything.

"Danny!" Daniel shouts, coming to the hall of the bathroom and I push Logan back into the men's room and slam the door shut before he can say anything.

"There you are!" Charles calls and I wave, turning to them.

"Sorry," I giggle, the warmth of the kiss on my face as I feel the ghosts of Logan's hands on my skin, "I think I had a little too much."

"So did Max," Daniel snorts, flicking on his phone flashlight so I can properly see the stairs as I make my way over to where they stand halfway down them. I hear the men's room door creak and turn back to catch Logan's eye as Charles grabs my wrist and carts me upstairs.

We share a tiny grin between us, charged by drunken decisions, it's our moment. No one else sees. Or if they do, they don't say a word But Charles' grip on my wrist tightens, and I have an odd feeling we might not have been as alone as we thought we were in that hallway.

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Favourite KimChay Fics pt.1 (in alphabetical order)

1. An Elegant Mechanism by @laughsalot3412 https://archiveofourown.org/works/42223701

Kim was only an omega when he was luring people closer to his gun. No one had to give Kim a weapon. He was one.

(Kim's mission is to get close to Porchay Kittisawat. Chay is not a typical alpha. Kim is not a typical omega. Kim isn't having feelings and Chay is going to be so normal about all of this.)

2. checkmate by @majestictortoise https://archiveofourown.org/series/3041331

Porsche watches the security video from Yok's bar. He has so many questions.

Kim ruins some of his father's plans, talks about his feelings, totally doesn't cry, and finally gets to kiss a cute boy.

3. dancing with our hands tied by @staykimchay https://archiveofourown.org/series/3051495

The post canon fic in which Chay decides he wants to go out and get drunk and instead gets himself into a whole heap of trouble. The events which follow will break and mend hearts, forge new alliances and, perhaps most importantly, earn Chay the reputation he deserves.

4. I Just Want To Stay Here by @sweet-william-writes https://archiveofourown.org/works/39742848

In which Porchay comes home from his camp to find his brother mysteriously gone and his idol sitting in front of his house waiting to ask him for a seemingly simple favour AKA to hell with canon I refuse to let baby Chay get kidnapped so I make it Kim's problem and get domestic about it

5. idiots & idioms by @thecookiemonster77 https://archiveofourown.org/series/3061830

W I ꓘ ✓ @ WiK hi this is p’wik’s boyfriend. i broke my ankle and am confined to the sofa to heal because my boyfriend’s terrible, so AMA until i get kicked off

stan first, live second @ kerders @ WiK wait you’re real???????

W I ꓘ ✓ @ WiK @ kerders idk if this is supposed to be a jab at me or imply p’wik would make up a boyfriend like a loser in high school

Chay does an AMA on the official Wik twitter. Kim's reputation may not survive.

6. karma is a cat (purring in my lap) by @staykimchay https://archiveofourown.org/series/3208398

The night air is warm and humid. A full moon hangs in the sky above the city like a beacon in the dark. Chay sighs to himself and looks up at it. Today marks the month anniversary of Kim breaking up with him—if you can call it that.

AKA the fic where Chay gets turned into a kitten, manages to find Kim and has the unfortunate position of watching everyone he loves think he’s missing.

7. More or Less https://archiveofourown.org/works/40492791

Finding out both his brother and his crush were involved with the mafia had not been Porchay's intention when he'd gone to investigate where his brother had actually disappeared off to but that was what he'd gotten. So he had no choice but to deal with it somehow.

8. One Second Chance https://archiveofourown.org/works/40358589

Alright, he’d talked to Chay, he’d written the man a song, neither of that had gotten through. What else could he do? Kim needed options. And maybe a miracle.

(Fix it fic while we wait for second season)

9. With Every Guitar String Scar on My Hand I Take This Man to Be My Lover https://archiveofourown.org/works/40088208

People not noticing that Kim and Chay are a couple and one time they do. Everyone going "That's suspicious, that's weird...anyway."

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Mafia Boys & Gifts As Manipulation

Okay so I need somewhere else to exorcise my Kinnporsche brain rot, and I guess that’s you fine people. So I submit my thesis of this post: 

In episode 7, we see Vegas, Kinn, & Kim all give a gift as a way to manipulate the recipient. 

One of the writers (who are trash people) are very smart to do is to echo certain beats with characters through their action to hammer a point home. A good example is Kinn kissing a drunk Porsche at the end of E3 and then sleeping with a drugged Porsche at the end of E4 -both acts of physical... attraction performed while Porsche is unable to fully consent but the latter having far more serious consequences. 

The manipulative gift giving in E7 really hammers home that Vegas, Kinn, & Kim really are FAR MORE ALIKE than any of them would like to think. But its all about lenses. 

So lets look at it:

Vegas:

Let's start with the most obvious example, shall we? 

Vegas spends this entire episode pseudo-courting Porsche. Both to mess with Kinn, and to get a competent man in the Minor Family’s control (likely under his father’s orders), Vegas is going to use what he knows of Porsche to win him over. Including this gorgeous bike. Vegas explicitly frames Porsche getting the bike as a reward for a job goes well. That, by its very nature, makes it not truly a gift. Instead its payment, a carrot dangled above Porsche's head. Also, on top of Vegas just knowing that Porsche likes motorcycles, I think this serves as a reminder of their little motorcycle ride date back from E5 when Vegas was around to (seemingly) provide comfort when Kinn was not. Basically, Vegas is saying, “Look what I can give you, look at how much fun we can have together, and look at how well I know you but you just got to do this one thing for me and you can have all of it.”

For the record, I do think Vegas genuinely likes Porsche, and is probably physically attracted to him. Everything he does in this episode and beyond is absolutely a power play, with Porsche just being another piece on the chess board in the game of domination Vegas is constantly trying to play with Kinn, but, unlike his thin veiled contempt for Tawan, Vegas seems to truly enjoy spending time around Porsche. I always think back to that hug they shared and how Vegas just sort of melted into it. It’s hard to fake that sort of react. 

Maybe in a different life, they could have been actual friends.

In hindsight, I do wonder how much about the bodyguards all being happy and Vegas caring about them is a show and how much of it is real. Vegas definitely wants to frame life at the Minor Family as a better alternative to serving the Major Family, but we also know that Vegas is not incapable of caring about the people around him. In fact, he’s something he desperately wants to be good at. 

On a side note, we also get the case of Vegas giving the pork skewer to Pete. It's a small thing, and probably also manipulation, but with how important food becomes in their relationship, I think it's worth noting.

Kinn:

I almost hesitate to call this manipulation, because this moment is really just so sweet. So instead I'll discuss how Vegas uses the bike as a reward while Kinn uses his favorite gun as an excuse. For these two knuckleheads, E7 is a transitional period. E6 had them admitting for their attraction and affection for each other, and the Side Story had them cementing that what they had in the woods isn't going away, but E7 here is them trying to figure out what this new dynamic means and how it can exist back in the “real world.”

Kinn is not ready to say “I love you” verbally to Porsche yet. He cannot fully put his trust in Porsche just yet. After everything with Taiwan, and just well his entire life, all the jealousy and insecurity and possessiveness is coming out in full force. Not to mention, Kinn is stuck at home recovering from his injuries, likely making him feel useless. Plus, he has to at least have a suspicion that Vegas was the one who drugged and took Porsche back in E4 -on top of actively plotting to take Porsche away now.

Yet Kinn also knows he needs to be careful. Even if he can't say those things, he knows he at least needs to give something up or risk Porsche pulling away. Specifically, pulling towards Vegas. So he gives Porsche’ his gun, the one Kinn always keeps on him. It's Kinn’s way of saying, “even if I can't be with you in person, this gun is my way of being with you in spirit.”

Then he tells Porsche that Porsche has to come back so he can return Kinn’s gun. Now this is a fun little gray area, because Kinn IS able to say Porsche needs to come back to him -not why, mind you, he’s not their yet. But Kinn is trying his best. Unlike Vegas, who views Porsche as part of a game, Ken sees Porsche as the prize at the end of the game. The only thing that matters. The thing Kinn wants to get above all, no matter what he has to sacrifice.

I love this whole interaction because it just runs the gauntlet of emotions. It's sweet, it's sappy, it's funny, it's flirty, and it's a little tense. Overall, it's a good example of both Kinn’s own emotional limitations, and Kinn trying his damnedest to show how he feels since he's not great at putting things into words. And if that involves a little manipulation, well there are probably worse things in the world.

Also I think it is really funny that this entire scene and the situation with the gun is very reminiscent of the concept of the Lady’s Favor. That being where noble women would give Knights a personal token, usually a handkerchief or a ribbon, when they went off to do something dangerous as both a token of their affections and to make the Knight promise to come back. The promise, of course being so that the Knight would stay safe, and so the Knight would have an excuse to visit their Lady again.

Kim:

The Kimchay relationship is interesting because it somehow manages to be both the most wholesome while also being the most duplicitous. One of the things that makes all three of the major couples in this series interesting (or controversial, depending on who you ask) is that there is a very clear uneven power dynamic. Kinn is Porsche’s boss and a mafia leader, and Vegas literally has Pete chained up in his house -you can't get much more even than that. And yet, both of them are in a situation in which the power dynamic difference is obvious. That's not the case with Kimchay. While it's true that there is the obvious unbalance of the Idol/Fan dynamic, and the age gap being jussssst wide enough that Kim and Chay are at different points in their developmental adult life, the real power dynamic difference comes from the fact that this entire relationship is built flat on a lie. It is a lie that Kim himself eventually comes to love and wish was true, but not one that could have ever been sustained.

There are a lot of really great metas out there about how Kim is actually the most dangerous of his brothers, and is far more willing to coldly manipulate and act for his goal, and you see a lot of that these early interactions with Chay. 

At this point, I think it's safe to say that while Kim may think Chay is cute and sweet, and is charmed by him despite himself, Chay is still just a means to the end within his investigation. He's also completely aware a Chay’s infatuation with him and is using that to get through the door of Chay’s life and house -quite literally.

If the motorcycle was a reward from Vegas, and the gun was an excuse from Kinn, I'd say that Kim is using the guitar as almost a form of payment. A way of further buying Chay's trust and good nature. He may have even specifically brought it as a way to override Chay questioning why Kim knew where he lived. 

And yet it's also important to point out that this episode is a turning point in their relationship, just like it is for KinnPorsche. Before this, Chay was a tool, if a very charming one. Kim doesn't even really have the patience with him to wait for Chay to finish talking and expressing his doubt about accepting the guitar before asking to use the bathroom. Not to mention further taking advantage of Chay’s feelings for him in order to get Chay out of the house so Kim could investigate the Mysterious Locked Room.

But then Kim finds the Idol Wall, and everything changes. I am 100% convinced that is the moment where Kim not only knows that Chay has nothing to do with any potential mafia dirty business, but also when Kim starts feeling some guilt over his manipulation of Chay. Both of which should make him immediately back off, and we see in the next episode that that is sort of what he does, but his initial response is instead to engage further -even outright flirting with the implicit promise of further contact with the two,  even though it actually doesn't have any merit at this point. 

Basically, this is when Chay starts to become REAL to Kim.

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KinnPorsche Fic Masterlist | wicca @ ao3

Last Updated: Sept. 26, 2023 | my ao3

Series: A Blooming Oleander (ABO Verse)

The premise of KinnPorsche The Series but in an omegaverse setting where Kinn is an omega and Porsche is an alpha. Diverges from canon.

Blooming Oleander (18/18) | Explicit | 175,274 words | Alpha!Porsche x Omega!Kinn

One does not become the only omega among the heirs of the Thai underworld without knowing how to take what he wants.

Notable Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Morally Ambiguous Characters, Trope Inversion

Warm Heart (1/1) | General Audiences | 11,915 words | Alpha!Kim x Omega!Chay side story to Blooming Oleander

Five times Chay puts up with Kim's mixed signals and the one time where he finally has enough.

Notable Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Pining, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers

Series: of the feline persuasion (Jaguar hybrid!Porsche Verse)

Someone pays off their debt with a rare jaguar hybrid and Kinn gets much more than he initially bargained for.

Feline Purrsuasion (6/6) | Mature | 36,591 words | Mafia Boss!Kinn x Jaguar Hybrid!Porsche

"He's a cat hybrid," Kinn says, unable to hide how underwhelmed he is. Considering the price Ban had mentioned, Kinn had hoped for a dog hybrid, at least. Someone who was less likely to be averse to working with others and who would probably make a good bodyguard with sufficient training.

Ban tries to reply but he's interrupted by a deep, menacing growl that crests into a full fledged roar before he can get a word in.

Kinn whistles.

"Alright, he's a big cat hybrid."

aka: 5 times Kinn accidentally makes his jaguar hybrid bodyguard purr + 1 time Porsche purrs for him on purpose

Notable Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Pining, Oblivious!Kinn, mentions of trauma, references to past torture

the cat that got the cream (1/1) | Explicit | 9,662 words | PWP sequel to Feline Purrsuasion

Some things are worth the wait.

Or: In which Porsche finally passes his Assessment and makes Kinn fulfill his end of their agreement. Many times.

Notable Tags/Warnings: PWP, Dom/sub Undertones, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Rough Sex, Body Worship, Size Queen Porsche, Pet Names, Come Swallowing, Vibrators, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Dirty Talk

Alone Together (3/?) | Explicit | 12,584 words | Ancient Vampire!Kinn x Fledgling Vampire!Porsche

It is twenty years after The Awakening – the global phenomenon which ultimately led to humans discovering the existence of vampires – and Thailand is on the cusp of a long-awaited political milestone. After a decade of hard work, a bill that aims to uphold both human and vampire rights is close to being finalized.

Unfortunately, this is also when something decides to turn Bangkok into its own hunting ground.

Notable Tags/Warnings: Morally Ambiguous Characters, Political Intrigue, Mystery, Childe/Sire Bond(s), Soul Bond

Moonchild (we're born in the moonlight) - 3/3 | Explicit | 3,619 words | Red Riding Hood Retelling

"Let me walk you home, then," Kinn offers, recalling the recent accidents and all the superstitions he'd heard about the forest ever since he was a boy. "Even if you live close by, these woods can get dangerous. You should always get home before nightfall."

"Trust me," Porsche smiles, teeth sharp and brown eyes glittering an almost golden hue under the late afternoon light. "I'll be fine."

He lets Kinn walk him home anyway.

Notable Tags/Warnings: Dark Fairy Tales, Werewolves, Fantasy, Trans Male Character, Mates, Vaginal Sex

just this once (1/1) | Teen and Up Audiences | Canon Compliant Kinn x Porsche

Kinn gets a moment of clarity. A brief second where he becomes painfully aware of two conflicting facts: first, he wants to kiss Porsche and second, he is not drunk enough to give in.

He does anyway.

aka the ending of Episode 3 from Kinn’s perspective.

Notable Tags/Warnings: Character Study, Canon Compliant, First Kiss

Recovery (1/1) | Teen and Up Audiences | Canon Divergent Kinn x Porsche

"I should have known better than to give you an order and expect you to follow me," Kinn says from the doorway of Porsche's hospital room.

aka my take on the side story before we knew there was gonna be a side story

Notable Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed

i'll be yours (if you'll be mine) | Explicit | Canon Compliant Kinn x Porsche

Kinn is a flame, burning, burning, oh so bright, and Porsche wants nothing more than for Kinn to consume him if it means he gets to have Kinn to himself in return.

Notable Tags/Warnings: Character Study, Porn with Feelings

The Call of the Deep (1/1) | Explicit | Eldritch Horror!Kinn x Mermaid!Porsche

To the Merfolk, the depths of the ocean are as equally terrifying as the surface – and for good reason. But Porsche isn't about to let anything stop him from finding his missing brother.

Notable Tags/Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Aphrodisiacs, Drugged Sex, Tentacle Sex, Corruption, Forced Orgasms

mirror, mirror (1/1) | Explicit | Canon KinnPorsche

When they started this twisted game of cat and mouse, Porsche was sure he was the cat. After all, he had the advantage of studying every single blindspot in every single room that Kinn entered. Kinn, on the other hand, had a reputation to uphold. An image of invulnerability that couldn't be tainted with losing his composure because of mundane things like, let's say, having his bodyguard's foot on his crotch during a security briefing.

But somewhere along the way Kinn had taken a different approach; had studied Porsche and found all the right buttons to press. Kinn started using his words. And Porsche, to his own horror, found that he liked them.

Or, Porsche fucks around (with Kinn) and finds out (more about himself than what he'd initially bargained for).

Notable Tags/Warnings: Mirror Sex, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Kink Discovery

Mahiwaga | Dragon!Porsche x King!Kinn | To be expanded

Adjective. mysterious, inexplicable, miraculous

Or: In which Porsche is a dragon deity and Kinn comes to him for help to save his kingdom.

(the future is) bulletproof | Dystopian AU KimChay

Kim had never really bought into the kool aid that his father seems to have successfully sold to everyone else in Oasis City. There had to be something in the barrenlands beyond the Mirage – otherwise, there wouldn’t be such strict laws on leaving the city borders. He sneaks out in search of the truth and finds so much more than he bargained for.

AKA son of a corrupt government official!Kim x youngest in a ragtag group of rebels!Chay, but in a post-apocalyptic setting

the oxygen of the soul | KinnPorsche & ChatKhem Reincarnation AU | To be expanded

"It feels like I can only be free if you're by my side."

A few more scattered posts in varying stages of completion:

Bodyswap!AU - To be expanded

(Single) Parenting 101 - To be expanded

Full Shift Werewolves AU

Hades AU

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We Make Our Own Destiny: Ageless

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: T (E overall)

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark, Lex, Lana Lang, Martha Kent, Jonathan Kent, Sheriff Adams, Dr. Harden (borrowed from Stray), Karen and Tanner (Evan's parents)

Word Count: 4848

Warnings: canonical death of a one-off character, fluff, angst, mentions of Lillian's mental illness, mentions of infanticide, Lex is already being a better father than Lionel ever was

Summary: Clark, Lex, and Lana find an abandoned baby in a smoking crater. Lex opens up to Clark about his regained memories.

A/N: bear with me as I find my Lana-voice. Also, I added to the Karen/Tanner scene since I wanted to better show their side of things. They were high school seniors, just like Clark and Lana, and yet are immediately vilified within this and Tanner's later scenes for the simple hormone-driven mistake they made of having sex without protection while drunk. They were just one episode characters, but they were treated shamefully for characters that are still just kids. I wanted to make that much more clear than the show bothered to. And remember, always use protection if neither you nor your partner is completely medically cleared of STD's, or if there is a chance of you getting pregnant without planning for it. I know most of my fics don't bother with condoms, but that is because usually, either one, or both of the pairing is canonically non-human and incapable of catching or spreading disease, or getting pregnant/impregnating.

6:45 P.M., Talon

"Thanks again, Lana. I can't believe the garage won't be able to get the tire in until Tuesday, even with me paying for priority shipping." Lex plopped himself elegantly down in the booth across from where Lana and Clark were huddled over a textbook. He'd really been looking forward to being able to spend some time alone with Clark on the ride home, but a blowout had seen that plan go sailing out the window. He had spent the last couple hours dealing with the mechanic and calling Metropolis' Porsche dealership to try and persuade them to find a way to at least overnight the high performance tire he required, to no avail. Lex sipped at his latte, watching the two teenagers and trying not to let his jealous tendencies get the better of him. Clark was his, even if Lana wasn't completely aware of that fact yet. "You're sure I won't be impeding on your study session? I wouldn't want either of you to suffer on your finals.

Lana shot him a bright smile, grateful for his concern, even if it was unnecessary. 

"Really, Lex, you're more likely to get bored watching us read over our notes than we are to be distracted by the addition of one more person in this place."

It was true that the Talon was in full swing, high schoolers milling around in varying groups, preparing for the upcoming end-of-term exams. He was surprised that the volume of chatter was so subdued, given the sheer press of bodies in the booths and spread around the mid-row tables. Much less rowdy than the Excelsior crowds had ever been, even in the school library. Though, it was lucky his new lover seemed to be such a great multitasker with an already exceptional innate intelligence, otherwise he'd worry about Clark's G.P.A. slipping as the boy tried to rope him into a game of footsie beneath the table. 

"If you're sure. Remember, if you need any help, I was studying Grad Chem before my father decided it was time to take up the mantle."

Lex felt a wave of sympathy and warmth from Clark, and sat back in the booth, making sure not to let his gaze linger on the tall brunette for longer than typical. They'd always had a certain level of focus on each other, even in public, before they had admitted to their feelings; a change in that ratio, one way or the other, could alert any watchful eye to their change in circumstance, which could lead to questions neither of them were quite ready to field. Keeping their relationship a secret from the public for the time being would take a carefully cultivated vigilance. And Clark keeping his appendages to himself.

9:00 P.M., Outskirts of town

Two teenagers, Tanner and Karen, are driving down main street into town, Tanner speeding down the dark and empty road while Karen yells into her cell phone. Her stomach is rounded with late-term pregnancy, skin flush from strain and sweat, clearly in labor.

"No, you don't understand, I need help now! Please, you have to help us. No, there isn't enough time. Aah!"

She screams as the pain shoots through her, and Tanner grabs the phone away from her, trying to get them there on time.

"What the hell is the matter with you people?! This is an emergency!" He never meant for this to happen. It was just one drunken night, one little mistake. Why didn't he take the condoms he had sitting in his drawer? "Please!"

"It's too late! It's too late!" 

Karen curls forward around her stomach as it starts to emit a white glow of light. The pain is unbearable, she feels like she's going to explode. It isn't supposed to feel like this, is it? It's definitely not supposed to be this fast. At least, that's not what they were taught in health class. 

"It's coming! Tanner!"

Tanner sees the glow and drops the phone. Panicking, he swerves the car off the road and into Evans Field,  screeching to a stop. He can't. He can't deal with this. He's too young, he barely even knows her. He's not ready for this.

"Oh, my God! What's happening to me? Tanner, please, help. It hurts!"

The glowing light gets brighter as her stomach starts to convulse. The pain ratchets higher, and she begs Tanner to do something, anything. He grabs for the door handle, unable, unwilling, to stay. 

"I'm sorry!"

He scrambles out of the car and runs away. There's nothing he can do, anyway, or that's what he tells himself. 

"No! No, don't leave me, please!" Karen shrieks out in pain as she feels her insides tearing, rending. This is it. The glow becomes so bright that it nearly fills the whole field, and Karen screams in agony. Amongst the physical pain, is a sharp thread of regret that she won't get to see the baby, a love for it that she can't deny even as it kills her. A blast of energy spills out over the street.

Lana slams on the brakes as a rippling light waves out across the road, Clark and Lex bracing their hands on the dash as the SUV rocks against the sudden stop. 

"Lana, are you alright? Lex?"

"I'm fine. Lana?"

"Yeah. What was that?"

"I don't know. I think it came from Evans Field."

The trio clamber out of the vehicle, running to the field. They find themselves at the edge of a large dip in the field, looking for all the world like a bomb crater. They look around, for survivors, for answers, but all they can see is smoke. Suddenly, the sound of a baby crying drifts out from the center of the smoke.

"Oh, my God."

Lana takes off her scarf and runs into the crater. Clark and Lex follow her, Lex's adrenaline sharp and high. 

"Lana!"

"Wait, Lana!"

Lana scrambles through the dirt and picks up the baby, wrapping him in her scarf. The crying stops almost instantly, little pudgy face staring up at them as they look at each other in wonder and confusion.

"Come on, we can't do anything here. I don't think there's anyone else left, whatever did this…it's amazing this little one survived." Lex urged the teens out of the crater, helping Lana up without jostling the bundle cradled in her arm. "We need to get him to the hospital. Clark, you okay to drive? I need to call the sheriff."

Clark nods, still dazed, and the three of them quickly make their way back to the car. Lex bundles Lana and her squirming armful across the back seat, sitting next to them as Clark climbs up into the driver's seat. As the tires squeal against asphalt, Lex leans over to look at the infant, his head swirling with memories. Pushing down the tug on his heart, he pulls out his cell and dials.

*******Somebody Saaaaaave Meeeeee********

As they rush into the emergency room, Lex urges Clark to fall behind with him as Lana is ushered into an examination room with the baby.

"Clark, I want you to know, if this baby isn't…human…if the doctors find anything different about him, I'll do whatever it takes, bribe whoever I have to, to make sure no harm comes to him." Sure, there was no ship in sight, no hail of fiery meteors trailing in the newborn's wake, but images of that fateful Halloween day in 1987 flash through Lex's mind. "Even if we have to abscond with him, we'll find him somewhere safe. Find someone who will take him in, love him like the Kents love you. I won't let him be taken away to some lab somewhere."

Clark barely resists the urge to pull Lex into his arms, to pour all his love and gratitude into a deep kiss. He was stupid for thinking he ever had any reason to fear Lex finding out the truth about him. Instead, he let the emotions seep into the bond, gracing Lex with a watery smile as they followed after Lana and the pediatrician. 

Sheriff Adams met them at the hospital shortly after they arrived, Clark's parents close on her heels as she waved the two men out of the private room into the hallway. Martha casts them a cursory glance and smile before slipping past them into the room to assist Lana with the baby.

Jonathan, Clark, and Lex follow Sheriff Adams a short way down the hall before she turns to face them. Her all-business gaze zeroes in on Clark immediately, even though it was Lex who officially placed the emergency call.

"Last time I checked, babies don't just fall out of the sky, Mr. Kent."

Clark was bristling. The woman always had it out for him, even when most of the time, he was the one who saved the day.

"It left a 30-foot crater, Sheriff. How else would you explain it?"

"Well, I can't. That's why we're conducting a little something called an investigation." 

"What's gonna happen to the baby now, Sheriff," Jonathan interjects, not caring for the sheriff's sarcasm. Once again, he found himself wishing things with Ethan hadn't gone so awful. 

They start heading back towards the exam room, Adams admitting defeat in the lack of evidence. 

"Well, he'll be placed with child services until we find a home for him." She stops walking and turns to Clark. For once, a warm look smooths her stern features. "You did good for a change, Mr. Kent. The little critter wouldn't be alive if not for you. You too, Luthor, it’s a refreshing change of pace to have you calling over a foundling tyke, rather than some miscreant who’s out for your blood. Was starting to feel like we’re little more than your personal protection team."

Lex nods silently with a wan smile, and Clark can't help his nose wrinkling in distaste at the term critter and her snide dig at Lex as she turns and walks back towards the information center. He looks over at Lex fleetingly and pulls his dad aside. It's troublesome that even though Lex knows about his heritage, his dad doesn't know that Lex knows, making it still necessary for there to be a semblance of a veil of secrecy. Thankfully, Lex seems to take the hint and waits by the door.

"Dad, this baby's parents, I don't think they're from around here."

"What do you mean? You think the baby's...the baby's not from Earth?"

Clark shrugs, not knowing what else to think given the evidence.

"We found him in a crater, just like you and mom found me."

"Yeah, but when we found you, we also found a spaceship. The truth is we don't know what happened on that field."

Clark concedes the point, and the three men head back to the exam room to check on Martha, Lana, and the baby. The very loud, fussy baby.

"Hi." Jonathan shuts the door quietly behind them and steps up beside Martha, watching Lana rock the swaddled infant to no avail.

"Hi, honey."

"I've tried everything, but he won't stop." Lana's voice is strained with worry, despite the doctor's assurances.

"Is he okay?" Clark and Lex fall in beside her, drawn in inexplicably.

"If you can believe it, all this crying is a good sign." Martha shakes her head with a slight shrug. "The doctor said he's perfectly healthy."

"I'm gonna go talk to the nurses, find out if we can get some more formula. Here, Clark, you take over."

Lana turns to hand him the baby.

"Me?" His voice squeaks slightly, nervous as he tries to back away.

"Yeah."

"Well, I... Lana, I don't really…"

Lana manages to ease the baby into Clark's arms and the crying stops immediately. Lex pats Clark's shoulder comfortingly.

"Wow. Looks like someone has the magic touch." 

Clark smiles over at him, and looks down at the newborn, a strange tug pulling at his heart.

"I'll be right back." Lana strokes the infant's head and heads out the door, easing the latch shut quietly as she leaves the room.

"When does Child Services come and take him?" His eyes still haven't left the little baby's now peaceful face.

"They're not," Martha sighs, wrapping the blanket more snuggly around the baby's feet. "They don't have room for him yet, so he's going to stay in the hospital until they do."

"He can't stay in the hospital. I mean, he... maybe he can come stay with us."

Martha looks at Jonathan. He can see the look in her eyes, so reminiscent of the day they found Clark, and knows the battle is already lost.

"Until they find room for him." Clark looks down at the baby who stares back up at Clark drowsily. "Please?"

"If it's space you're worried about, the little guy is more than welcome at the mansion." Lex doesn't know why he's so compelled to offer. "I believe some of the old nursery room furnishings are still packed away somewhere, and I can have someone pick up diapers, formula, whatever you need, within an hour."

Jonathan sighs, outnumbered, and lets out a soft chuckle. This should make for an interesting couple days, and honestly, he's pleasantly surprised by Lex's enthusiasm to help care for the stray. 

"Alright, I know when I've been beat. Let's go find Lana, and the doctor, and see if there's any paperwork that needs filling. He'll stay at the farm with us." Jonathan turned his attention to Lex. "But, it would be great if you could find a passable crib, we never needed one when we adopted Clark."

Lex smiled, grateful for the easy acceptance of his offer of help, and pulled out his phone. 

"On it."

Clark and the Kents sought out Lana, the tiny baby now fast asleep in the protective embrace of Clark's arm, and found her taking a box of formula and extra bottles. The pediatrician passed behind them, and Jonathan snagged her attention.

"Dr. Harden, we were wondering if perhaps it would be okay if we let the baby stay with us until Child Services has room?"

"Volunteering for another stray, Mr. Kent?" There was a smile on the doctor's face. She remembered how well they'd handled Ryan a few years back, and had actually considered asking them to take this one in, herself. The baby was healthy enough that it was unnecessary for him to stay in the maternity ward, where less attention would be paid to its emotional needs. "I've already got the paperwork pulled up. Come on."

Dr. Harden ushered Jonathan and Martha into her office and Clark made his way back to Lex as Lana changed course and headed out to the parking lot with the baby formula. She'd wanted to talk with Clark, but something niggled at her, urging her to give Lex and Clark a moment of privacy. She wasn’t sure where she stood with Clark anymore; since she’d ended things with Jason, she had been unsure of whether she wanted to pursue anything with Clark yet, not really  wanting him to be little more than a rebound, and now she wasn’t sure if he still wanted to try to give their relationship another go, especially with college just a few months away, and neither of them certain they would even be living in the same city anymore. In short, her feelings were just one confusing mess. 

"Hey," Clark tapped Lex gently on the shoulder just as he snapped his cellphone shut. "Everything settled?"

Lex turned his head towards Clark, his eyes scanning over the brunette and the bundle held safely in the crook of his arm. There was an odd contentment settling between them, and Lex had an unexpected flash of a future he never knew he wanted; him and Clark, standing close together over a crib, staring down at a chubby cheeked little boy with a thick pate of dark brown hair and silvery blue eyes, Clark humming a lullaby as the baby fell asleep. Blinking, he pushed the revelation aside, noticing concern starting to color Clark's expression as he waited for an answer.

"Of course. The delivery should arrive at the farm within a couple hours. My driver will be here soon so I can go see if Julian’s crib is still in the mansion. If only getting my tire had been so easy."

Clark smiled and looked back down at the baby.

“Yeah, but then we might not have found this poor li’l fella. I guess everything kinda does happen for a reason.” Clark looked around and, seeing the coast was clear, he leaned over and pressed his lips to Lex’s in a swift kiss, his free hand cupping his cheek. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, but thanks for what you said; about if the baby turned out to be like me? It means a lot.”

Lex shook his head, brushing off the appreciation casually. A twinge of guilt flashed through him as he thought about the meteor mutants he still had down in 33.1, and he strove to keep the emotion from escaping through the bond. He wanted to shut down the experiments going on in Cadmus, but it was going to take time, especially if he didn’t want his father finding out about it until it was too late.

“It’s nothing, Clark. I know you think you’re the last of your kind, but, if it turned out there was another, out there somewhere, I wouldn’t want you to lose that link to your heritage. You may not be human, but you’re still a person, a living sentient being, and you don’t deserve to be treated like some kind of science project. No one does.”

Lex felt an overwhelming surge of love flow through the bond, but before he could respond to it, he noticed the Kents striding around the corner. He eased out of Clark’s loose embrace before Jonathan noticed, quirking his head behind them.

“Looks like they’re finished.”

“Alright, boys, everything’s all set.” Jonathan’s arm wound around Martha’s waist as they stopped in front of the two young men. He couldn’t help but smile at the way Clark’s gaze kept wandering to the swaddled newborn in his arms, wondering if the teen even realized how enraptured he seemed to be. “You ready to head home, son?”

“Actually, could I head back to the Manor with Lex? I thought I could help him with the baby furniture.” 

“Sure, honey”, Martha smiled softly at them, the image of the two and the baby one she wondered if she’d ever see again. Even if the two of them stayed together as long as she suspected they would, would they ever have this, for real? Tentatively, she stepped forward to take the baby. And handed it right back as he began squalling immediately. “Goodness, guess he’s really grown attached to you.” 

“I’ll take him with me, we’ll manage. Meet you back at the house in about an hour?”

Martha and Jonathan handed over the bag of diapers the doctor had given them and the group headed out of the hospital, Clark and Lex waving them off as Lex’s town car pulled up to the entrance.  

Back at the mansion, Lex led the way to the set of rooms the staff used as storage. It didn’t take long to find the boxes that were full of the old toys and clothes that had so shortly belonged to little Julian. Pulling the protective covering off the barely used crib, Lex couldn’t fight back the melancholy that settled over him, and was unsurprised when Clark stepped up behind him and pulled him into a one-armed embrace. 

“Wanna hold him?”

Lex was grateful for Clarks tact, the lack of prodding making him want to open up for once. He turned in Clark’s hold, and carefully took the baby from him, surprised when he didn’t even stir. 

“Guess he likes you, too.”

Lex stared down at the newborn in his arm, his free hand trailing fingers gently over the perfect, sleeping face. 

“I never told you, what I found out from the Summerholt treatments.” Lex tore his gaze away from the baby to meet Clark’s widening, curious eyes. “I didn’t kill him. Julian. I thought I had, but my mind was misremembering things.”

“Oh. Oh, Lex.”

“I let my father think I had done it, to protect my mother.”

“Your mother killed Julian?”

“She smothered him in his crib. She had been suffering from postpartum depression, she wasn’t exactly in her right mind. I think she thought it was an act of mercy; I had overheard her arguing with my father while she was pregnant, she wanted to terminate. Didn’t want my father using him as just another pawn, pitting the two of us against each other in his mind games. Like he tried to do with Lucas and I.”

Clark wrapped his arms more securely around Lex, taking care of the infant, and guided Lex’s head down to his shoulder. He tried to convey the intense love he felt for him through their connection. He really needed to head back to the caves and ask the AI how this whole soulmate thing actually worked. Lex's voice was soft, muffled against his shirt, but he heard it clear.

"The night Julian died, I was coming up the stairs with a tray of cookies and cocoa, a bottle for Jules. He'd been colicky that week, and the crying has been stressing Mother out, and I thought the hot cocoa would help her sleep. I was barely past the first landing when I heard his crying cut off suddenly. I just dropped the tray and ran up to his nursery. She turned to me, the pillow still in her hands. I don't think she even realized what she'd done, she just thought he was sleeping.

I knew I had to protect her from Father. Lionel would have killed her, so I let him think I had done it. I knew, as his only heir, he would punish me, set out a whole new slew of demented games, but he wouldn't get rid of me. When her heart gave out, I sanctified Lillian in my mind, I believed the lie I told my father. Less than a year later, I was at Excelsior, and I'd had my first breakdown."

Clark blinked back the tears he felt blurring his sight as Lex's pain and sadness coursed through him, feeling a wet spot begin to sink through his shirt where Lex's head lay. Gently pulling away, he took the sleeping baby from Lex's arms and set him in the crib. After he was sure the infant wouldn't start fussing, he turned back to Lex, tear tracks glistening down his cheeks in the dim lamplight. He’d never seen Lex cry, not once in the five years he’d known him. 

"Thank you, for telling me." Not really sure what else to say, and sensing Lex wasn't really expecting him to discuss it further anyway, Clark pulled him back into a hug, nudging Lex's chin up to capture his lips in a kiss whose only goal was to comfort.

It was funny, every kiss prior to finding the mysterious infant, even the one they'd snuck up in the Talon's office earlier that day, had sparked a heat of lust in his gut that he had to fight down. Now, he just felt the love shared between them as their lips moved slowly together, content with just this, no hurried need to strip and touch. It was nice.

When they broke apart, Clark wiped away the dampness staining Lex’s cheeks, smiling at him to dismiss the tentative shame he saw in the older man’s gaze; he could only imagine the ways Lionel handled these kinds of displays of emotion. Clearing his throat, Clark stepped back and picked up the baby.

“C’mon, Lex, I think it’s been long enough now that I can get this stuff loaded up without Lana getting curious or my Dad worrying whether I used my abilities in front of you.”

Lex nodded, leaning up to press an appreciative kiss to Clark’s cheek, and took the baby so Clark could start speeding around the room, packing the items he thought would be needed into a large moving box. 

“Think your father will finally let you keep the truck, now that it’s four years old?”

“You still have that?”

“Of course. I figured, once you headed off to college, you would need some form of transportation. It’s got great mileage.”

“Lex.”

“We can use it to transport the crib in one piece so you don’t have to worry about setting it up again.” Lex stepped up to where Clark was hefting the box into a better hold. “Let me worry about convincing your dad. You take the stuff down to the garage, the truck’s down at the back of the lot, keys are in the glove box. I’m going to go pack a few things, I think I should stay over to help with the little one.”

"You do realize, even if Lois takes one look at the li'l fella and high-tails it back to Chloe's, you're going to have to slum it on a tiny little twin bed?"

"I managed just fine before, Clark. I'd rather stay close to the baby, and you, just in case. Just because the doctor didn't find anything abnormal, doesn't rule out meteor mutation." Lex led the way out the door as Clark set the box in the crib and picked it up carefully. "I really think we should tell your father that I know your secret, even if we don't tell him about our relationship, Clark. It would make things a lot easier if I didn't have to pretend ignorance around him."

Clark conceded that it would be a lot less hassle, but he wasn't sure his Dad would take it as well as he had Pete finding out. So, he hedged.

"We'll see, Lex. Let's see how he handles you being around the farm for an extended period of time again, first, then we'll discuss it."

Lex nodded in resignation and the two set off down opposite ends of the hallway, Lex heading off to his room to pack a bag.

Nestling the tiny infant among the pillows at the head of his bed, making sure he wouldn't roll over, Lex quickly gathered up a couple days change of clothes into a large holdall, along with some toiletries. Of course, Clark had finished loading the truck first, so he had the brunette watch the baby while he slipped out to his office to grab his laptop and charger, stuffing them into the travel case before returning to his room. 

Stopping in the doorway, he observed Clark with the baby, a pang of regret washing over him that they might never have this together. 

"Hey, I felt that." Clark looked up from his spot on the bed, the newborn tucked into the crook of his arm as he rocked him back to sleep. “Y’know, you could always find a surrogate if you wanted to pass on the Luthor name.”

“It wouldn’t be the same though,” Lex sighed wistfully. “And since marriage between same-sex couples isn’t recognized in Kansas, only one of us would be able to adopt a child as a single parent.”

“Maybe laws will change for the better by the time I’m done with school and have a career going. If not, we could always move somewhere that’s a little more open-minded.”

“I don’t know why it’s bothering me, children aren’t even something I’ve ever really wanted. I don’t exactly have the best example of fatherhood to learn from.” Lex shook his head, clearing away the longing that had set up in his heart. “Alright, let’s get going before they send out a search party.”

Clark stood and swapped the baby for Lex’s bags. There was a blur in Lex’s vision, making him blink rapidly to disperse the slight disorientation, and he noticed the holdall suddenly looked overly full, zipper straining. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“What did you just do?”

“Just added a few things to make your stay a little more enjoyable”, Clark stated simply, flashing a sharky grin. 

“Oh, you’re devious, aren’t you, farmboy?” 

Clark chuckled as he raced ahead of Lex and the baby to the garage. He was resolved not to let this new little adventure be a continuous source of emotional turmoil for Lex, even if he had to resort to some very Lexian levels of subterfuge. 

Lex climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up, clutching the sleeping infant close to his chest, and Clark cranked the ignition. Driving out of the sprawling subterranean garage, he looked over at Lex as the typically stoic businessman started cooing at the now fussy baby. Lex may not have ever seriously considered fatherhood, but it seemed to suit him quite well. 

******

@leatafandom

[chalkrevelations]

So, here’s the thing. We know Pete is at least slightly unhinged, yes? Even before he’s giving the once-over to TortureBarbie!Vegas and giving Hia Wang that look through the bars of a cell as he stands at Vegas’s right shoulder (right-hand man, I tell you what), we see it in his expression while he’s kicking the shit out of Mes and the way he has to bring himself back to himself when Kinn calls for him, to get him to take Porsche outside.

I’m just saying, there’s a reason Pete is head bodyguard for the most vulnerable of the main family. I’m sure Korn put a lot of thought into who was going to be on Tankhun’s detail. We get to see it less with Pol, but with both Arm and Pete, we get onscreen evidence that they’re both smart - and clever, because those aren’t the same thing - they’re pretty ruthless, they’re good at their jobs (when it doesn’t involve direct surveillance, PETE), they get shit done. Plus, not only can they turn on a dime from playing along with whatever bullshit Tankhun is insisting on to stone killers, they can do all that at the same time that they’re supposed to be babysitting. For proof of concept, witness not only being Tankhun’s detail, but going along on the minor family op to cover Porsche’s back in Ep 7 - because don’t tell me that wasn’t a babysitting detail, too. Porsche is many things, and I love him a lot, but lbr, stupid babies need the most love.

ANYWAY, It wouldn’t surprise me if Pete, along with Arm and Pol, was picked precisely because he’s able to be a particularly skilled and vicious little bastard but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him because he’s generally more even-tempered and better able to hide it - unlike oh, say, Big and Ken, who need to wave their dicks around all the time. Pete (and Arm and Pol) can be depended on to give less of a shit about looking ridiculous catering to Tankhun’s whims, while at the same time being able to kill you with a pinkie finger and being willing to do it. Korn must know this, he must know - at least partially - the extent to which Pete’s not quite tightly wrapped, and he may count on that as an extra level of protection for his broken eldest. Because lbr again, I’m frankly not willing to give Korn enough credit to think he really cares about Tankhun as a person - just like any of his kids - but Tankhun does have some utility even broken, and even if he didn’t it would look extremely bad if the Theerapanyakul empire wasn’t able to protect him.

All of which is to say 1) there’s a reason Korn’s not super-surprised that Pete is willing to overlook Vegas’s ... eccentricities and may even see some of them as a draw, and it’s not just because Chan is passing on info that Pete’s compromised re: Vegas, and 2) I really want to see/read the kidnapping attempt on Tankhun that happened just slightly before the start of the series, with Pete, Arm and Pol’s response. I have to wonder if Pete, at least, is willing to send a message that doesn’t actually lag far behind Vegas’s work, once they catch one of the foot soldiers, even if he sends Arm and Pol out of the room first. Pete is demonstrably - explicitly shown in canon - to be someone to shrug off violence on another person if he feels it’s a lesson they need to learn.

(I also want to know exactly how much cannon fodder they left at the perimeter to allow themselves to actually get shit-faced drunk at Hum Bar. A LOT, I bet. Which would make Vegas’s attempt to see Pete at the bar in Ep 13 even more reckless and desperate, even with Porsche’s complicity.)

[randy-is-my-name]

She caught my eye as soon as she came through the door. The club was a little slow as it was a Thursday night, still a little early. I was seated at the bar. She strolled up to the bar a few stools down from me and took a seat. The bartender took her order and she began to fumble with her small purse. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was beautifully gorgeous. A little black dress with small strings of gold seemingly holding it up. No sleeves. Half way between her knees and hips, nearly showing her panties. Her face was the perfect feminine shape, her lips so full and red with lipstick, her blue eyes shown through her tinted eye shadow and mascara. Blush, ever so subtle along her cheeks. A little gold heart pendant hung around her neck, on a small chain. Her hair was that perfect blonde color, long with soft curls, flowing along her shoulders and just above the middle of her back. A thin golden chain for an accent belt, one small sapphire ring on her right hand. Long nails with that perfect red color. Her body, the perfect feminine shape of 36/24/34. Her legs tanned and shapely. She stood about 5'8" with her delicate black open toe heels with the strap just above her ankles. She was all feminine, a woman like no other in the place. I was so mesmerized by her beauty.

As I watched her for a little bit, she looked at her cell phone and scrolled through it, stopped, touched an icon and put it to her ear. She turned slightly in my direction and saw me looking at her. I quickly turned away. That was so hard to do. I could hear her speaking to someone, but, not enough to know the conversation. The next thing I know, I feel tap on my shoulder and turned. There she was. Right beside me. I turned more to face her and greeted her with the most polite hello I've ever done. She introduced herself as Michelle. I gave her my name, Randy.

I asked her if she would sit and she reached for my drink and took it, gave a look and I followed her to a table in the corner, less noise and traffic. My gentlemanly instincts kicked in and I offered her a seat first and helped with the chair. The table was small and as I sat down, it was like the table wasn't there, I was so close to her. She was wearing a perfume that sets a man's desire on fire. We talked a while, slowly sipping our drinks, not wanting to get drunk, just enough to feel good and still comprehend the night.

I finally asked her if she wanted to take a walk. She agreed. It was still a little early and we decided to walk down to the overlook of the river and look at the city lights across and those along the dark river. It was warm, a little humid, but, not bad. At some point, we turned to each other and I guess we both had this feeling, looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Her arms reaching around my neck, mine, around her waist and back. She tasted like a woman. I was on fire.

She then pulled away and said she had something to tell me. I'm like, "oh, no". She fumbled around with her words and finally got it out. She said she was a trans woman.

I looked at her and said " no you're not. You're a beautiful sexy woman, Michelle. Perfectly feminine in every way and I desire you." Then I said, "so what? It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you."

She looked at me and this time, her kiss was more deliberate, more wanting. She needed me tonight. That's what that kiss said to me. We turned and held hands as we walked, heading for the parking lot. She was surprised that I was in an old beat up pickup truck. She said to me, "I like this, but, I figured you to be in a Porsche or a Corvette".

I said, "nope, I'm just a simple guy. I hope you don't mind?"

She said, "not at all. You get more interesting every minute".

I drove to my place, a small house in a rural suburb. She seemed pleased. We walked to the door and I opened it. She slowly walked in, not knowing what to expect. One light in the living room was on. She declined anymore alcohol. I pulled out a beer. She sat in the center of the couch. This left me to decide to sit in the chair across from her or sit next to her. I sat next to her, set my beer on the coffee table and we both turned to each other and began to speak at the same time. We both stopped and giggled at ourselves and she told me to go first. I told her, we didn't have to do what seems to be happening and that I was very comfortable to leave it at that and sleep on the couch. She said she was thinking along the same lines, but, she would rather we be in the same bed. She then asked me if I had ever been with a trans woman before. I said no. She said, that makes it better to lay together.

Our night together was the best night of my night of life. I've never met a girl like her and I fell in love. She to, said she was falling for me. See, we never touched each other sexually all night long. We held each other, off and on, both of us in our underwear.

It was the next morning we made love. I felt her stiffness against my thigh. She started caressing my chest and stomach, running her fingers through my body hair. She had her head on my shoulder, my arm cradling her. She moved her body on top of me. I felt her push herself against my hardening staff. I've never felt a sensation like that before. She looked at me and then kissed me. A deep French kiss that lasted long enough to make my head spin. She swooned me. I had no control. She began kissing my neck and down to my chest and my nipples, going lower to my stomach and then to my pleasure stick. It was hard as a rock. She wasted no time and ran her tongue along all sides of it, around the head and slipped her perfect lips around it. She slid her mouth down onto it fully and I was in another world.

That didn't last long. She knew I was about to let loose. She rolled off of me, pulling my whitey tighties off fully. She removed her panties and I saw her fullness for the first time. I reached for it and wrapped my hand around her stiffness. I felt the warmth of it and gently massaged it. She pulled me up and told me to get behind her. She stuck her perfect butt in the air, she on all fours. I got behind her. Out of nowhere, she had this lube and began to apply it to herself then me. She guided me to her hole. I didn't know what to expect. I have never screwed a woman in her butt before.

I slid into her with such ease. It was nice. It was tight. It felt good. I caressed her as I began to pump slowly in and out. As my rhythm got faster, I reached around and stroked her a bit, then grabbed both hips and started pounding her. I couldn't stop. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. My balls were slapping hers. She was moaning and groaning. She hollered out, " fuck me, Randy, cum in me please." I was giving it all I was worth. I banged the hell out of her. She began shaking uncontrollably. I let loose inside her a flood of cum. She was shaking so hard, it almost scared me. To my surprise, her orgasm made her cum too. It was all over the bed. I pulled out of her and lay next to her. She was still in the position, her butt in the air, her head on the bed. She looked at me with a smile so sexy. My first trans woman and I loved it.

She finally moved and got herself upright, looking at me and asked, "did you like it?"

I said, "that's a silly question. My first trans woman and you're beautiful and sexy and hell yeah, I liked it. You are amazing. Is it ok with you that I say, I'm falling in love with you right this very minute?"

She said, "so am I." And stretched herself to my face and kissed me again. She got up and went to the bathroom. I lay there, thinking about first seeing her and realized, it was love at first sight. She was special. I needed her and she needed me. It was meant to be.

It's been several years now, she and I are more in love than ever before. We do so much together. We belong to each other. She's my woman, I'm her man. That's the way it was meant to be. I love my trans woman.

[kinnbig]

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concept: post-canon Chay/Kim exes with benefits 😳

at Kinn and Porsche's engagement party, Kim and Chay both find themselves hiding in the wine cellar - and they're both lonely and drunk and neither of them feel like making good decisions and Chay goes to leave when Kim arrives but somehow he's kissing him instead and then suddenly they're fucking against the drinks crates.

and then it just sort of keeps happening. Chay is trying so hard to compartmentalise it in his mind and keep feelings and sex separate because he's still angry with Kim and hurt by him and doesn't know if he can trust him - but also he wants him so much all the time. and Kim is Down Bad and knows it, but he'll just take what he can get from Chay.. and at first it's only sex. they're not even friends. but slowly it starts to change, and one day Chay doesn't leave immediately after fucking him, and Kim wakes up and he's still there. and then staying the night becomes a regular thing. and then they're talking again, and they're keeping things in each other's rooms, and one day Chay kisses Kim goodbye as he leaves and it's the first time since Kim ended things that they've kissed chastely, in a way that doesn't just lead to sex... and then obviously they confess their feelings and get back together the end.

send a book emoji for a fic I haven't written yet but daydream about 👀

[mrs-monaghan]

Your post about Vape is so wrong

1. You said he didn't panicked in white day live why he should panic over a vape ? It's not some illegal substance to panic and hide. Plus he was all drunk and in his feels that day to even bother about a vape. While in other video it was morning and he was getting ready for work, maybe that's why he hid it suspiciously

2. That was NOT Porsche car key. That was also vape. Maybe you got confused by big size but they do come in that size and you can find exact model on Google. You said you smoke then idk why you couldn't under that in both cases lol.

3. That mic charger doesn't look anywhere near the vape he had during white day lol. Idk why you said that when it's 101% clear it's a vape. People even identified the Brand and flavor in a look.

4. You said rap line and Tae doesn't have a problem if they smoke, as of now its established only Taegi smokes. And rest in vocal line don't as they sing high notes. But Taemin, a singer, is a known smoker who has been smoking for years, since he was so young. There was an ash tray in one of the old pic from Jin's hotel room. And JK vapes. The only vocal line member who's not seen with any vape or smoking device is Jimin. But there's a 90% of chance he does too as his group mates, close friends and his potential bf vapes.

5. The only option which make a lil sense is it being not his vape. BUT why would he have it at night with him? One time on his dining table and other time on his top of his couch ? Not places where visitors leave it, TWICE. So that's his. Case closed.

Case closed

Do you people think I enjoy insulting u? Do you think I enjoy calling you names? BAHAHAHAHAHA! Who I'm I kidding? I love it. It brings me immense joy. Also when u curse in Kenya people look at you like you're insane. I live in the UK now where you can't go a day without hearing someone say "fucking cunt" its amazing!!

Fun fact about me: when I was in high school and people needed to write break up letters, (yes I am that old. We used to write letters. What was a phone even?) they would come to me. Or if a boy broke up with them and they needed to insult that boy, they came to me. Yes. I am a professional insulter.

Oh anon. Incase u couldn't tell I don't much care for this ask. You already sent it to a friend and told them to pass it to me because I have my anons off. I told my friend to tell you that u are an idiot. So I'm glad you're here so I can say it to you; anon, you're a fucking donut!

I drink beer, alot. Doesn't mean I know every beer brand out there. So how I'm I, a social smoker supposed to know how every vape looks like? That being said, my stand on the JK vaping issue, remains the same.

It's okay if u wanna think all BTS members sit around and puff puff pass, thats your call. But I think what I think. And I need more proof. Like I've already stated.

Idiot.

[episodeoftv]

Round 2 of 8, Group 3 of 4

propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)

Bob's Burgers: 13.22 Amelia

Louise takes a class assignment - and some unhelpful comments from Wayne - personally; Bob hires a masseur-in-training to massage Linda for Mother's Day.

Kinnporsche: The Series: 1.06 Episode 6

Kinn, the second son of a prominent mafia head, is ambushed by an enemy and meets Porsche, a college student who comes to his rescue, thus beginning their reluctant relationship as boss and bodyguard, which soon turns into something more.

listen this is THE episode of Kinnporsche. like in terms of mafia war plot, relatively little happens (relatively) because both of our leads (kinn & porsche) are lost in the jungle handcuffed to each other. AND YET this is like the most critical episode in which the whole series hinges on. because this is the episode that either makes or breaks if you'll like kinn & porsche together. because up till now, they had never talked about it, porsche was always some form of drunk/drugged, and kinn was eating himself alive with guilt and regret. and they finally have a chance to see each other properly for the first time and talk about what happened and what goes on from there. and like that final scene..... whew golly that's an emotional rollercoaster and so so important to the characters. like i cannot stress this enough but without this episode or with a poorly done verison of this episode you don't have the main couple. like each of their individual characters arcs as well as their arc as a couple rely so heavily on this episode. like i could keep talking but it'll just be more of the same stuff (this episode is so important and so good and is what sold me on the show as a whole)

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

Hanging out with Pete. My dearest. The shapeshifter. Stuck in his internal world while going through the motions in his external world.

Cue the catalyst of the show - his new roommate.

Suddenly he’s happily being used as a pawn between brothers as they both establish their control and opinions of Porsche.

He’s being dragged out to parties, getting black out drunk, and unknowingly helping his new roomie deal with his sexuality crisis and possible alcoholism.

Pete. The yes-man amongst the mafia. He fits in wherever he goes because he’s happy to stay in the background.

Our Pete. The worlds worst spy… who keeps getting assigned to the job. Busted at the stakeout with Pol. Busted while trying to snoop around the minor family house. Busted at the solo mission at the temple. And I’m talking immediately busted. All three times.

Our daydreamer Pete. Always around to help out anyone who asks, even when the task is stupid (feeding the mermaid bread) or personal (digging into your boss’ sex life to help out your ghost fearing buddy).

Our lonely Pete, who is starting to notice there may be more to life than work… but isn’t quite convinced of his skills in that arena. Asking to go back to his enemy/crush’s homestead, dig around in his sex room, and possibly/hopefully be captured/killed and/or be touched again by the only person around that’s played grab ass with him.

Our people pleasing Pete. As unsure about intimacy as the man he’s drawn to. What is real? What are feelings if you don’t FEEL them physically? I will show you but don’t know how to say it. I will run around the house of my heart and open every window, every door offering easy escape options cause why would you stay? Do you see me the way I do cause if so you would run. Do you see you as I do cause if so you would know why I can’t believe it.

Pete, who is loved. But it’s no longer enough.

He’s found more.

He wants more.

So our shapeshifter sheds his skin again and crawls out, a bit nebulous and unsure, towards a new identity.

A new life.

Still our sincere, unassuming Pete… embracing a new definition.