#forever a fan of gentlemanly aesthetics i will say.

[brainrotzora]

blu is kinda fun from the little i've touched of it. however my girlie has a strictly red glam color scheme going on. but making a blu fit red feels wrong. much to think about. much to consider

[martincart]

AAAH I DID THE ASK MEME WRONG I'M SUPPOSED TO SEND 2 OR MORE SHIPS FOR YOU TO COMPARE SO!!! woleon and wolfox?? (I wanna see how you think they'd differ with their relationships, even tho both involve wolf)

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(Hi Rose! Sorry for answering this meme so late ;; But I really want to talk about ships, so ...).

[ Warning : FUCKING LONG POST ].

Admit their feelings.

woleon.

In this situation, I imagine Wolf. Leon is not a person of words, and it is difficult for him to express his feelings that it is not only to show it verbally (even if he feels worry or great anger, unless it is Falco).

Although Wolf would not say it in a super romantic way, I imagine it more by telling him between jokes or a private conversation with Leon. Something like, a talk between laughs and jokes where they talk about how they are not so open to each other even while they are working together for a long time, saying things that maybe they both have a hard time saying, and Wolf says with a laugh "Oh a simple" I love you! ", and then shut up. Leon understands the awkward silence, and while Wolf tries to change the subject, the chameleon can do nothing but look funny and laugh softly. Maybe Wolf likes to open up among his friends and pass a good time, but to say “ I love you” to his partner Leon? That is difficult, but Wolf sometimes escapes his own thoughts and opens his muzzle more than he should do.

Wolfox.

Okay, I already mentioned my interpretation of this couple in my previous answer, but I can answer this too.

All right, I think it would be hard for both of them to open each other. Wolf continues to look at Fox as a rival (because in my hcs, Wolf has a great rivalry even with James and still wants to demonstrate his pilot strength with Fox -) even after the war. And even if he had romantic feelings towards the young leader, he wouldn't see a stable relationship because of his role as a criminal and Fox as a hero of Lylar Syste.

Meanwhile, Fox, even if he's a nice and open guy with his team and friends, is almost the opposite with people like Wolf.

He still can't forget the shit that they fought in the war, to think that Wolf hates him and despises him for his past with his father or with Andross. Fox can't open himself to his guilty feelings with Wolf, he doesn't want to feel that he betrayed his father, Peppy and his team, anyone. It's a feeling that he eats inside, but that Fox doesn't want to teach. I will always see Fox as the positive and adventurous hero who is not afraid of anything, but I don't think he can tolerate more in enclosing his insecurities.

But the funny thing is, I can imagine that he would be the first to reveal his feelings to Wolf. Maybe at a certain dramatic moment where they both discuss their life, their complicated relationship, about the whole story of James and the war, and Fox is the first to say "I think I feel something for you." Being a big surprise for the leader of Star wolf. a talk that does not proceed to anything, but more like a bitter memory for both. 

eeeeh, I'm talking too much, so I'll leave the answer like that!

Go out on fancy dates

Woleon.

fancy dates? both of them? WHAT THINGS YOU IMAGINE, ROSE.

Just kidding! Wolf and Leon are not a couple who like to go on elegant dates. Leon is able to wear elegant clothes, but specifically to enter private meetings and sneak to kill someone. Wolf doesn't notice much super nice details, so he doesn't mind going on a fancy date. Not to mention wearing exotic clothes. In addition, the two are just having private appointments in a bar or somewhere closed.

The only exception is when they are invited to a double date at a restaurant or a party. With couples like Caiman and The commander, or Galaxicos and one of his (many) girlfriends / lovers. Especially the first couple, because Caiman has a lot of fun joining Wolf, and Leon and Cobra get along despite their silent personality.

Wolfox.

In this case. Neither. I already mentioned Wolf, but Fox? Fox is not a party boy. Can I imagine Fox having fun with his team, Bill or some family member, but going to fancy and big parties? Nah, he prefers the small and mundane. Like a typical Papetoon boy. And as for dating, Fox is more about going to small, quiet places, where he can be the same and not have to pretend he is someone more clean and gentlemanly. Of course, make it a pleasant place for his partner to be comfortable and both can have fun.

Wolf and Fox on a date? Somewhere small and far from the people who recognize them. They would have no problem going to a bar and drinking until they were fed up. As long as they can chat, eat and have fun and ignore everything, they are both happy.

Wear matching outfits to events

Woleon.

Uh, they both wouldn't wear fancy clothes. But a clothes that make them characterize that they are team or couple, to give you an idea that they both have each other? Of course, Wolf will always be proud to let other people know that Leon is his man, and Leon is happy that Wolf is his man too. 

Perhaps they are not completely obsessed with each other, but neither of them likes to see their partner being flirted by another person (*coff *people like Galaxicos*coff*). 

It is not for aesthetic issues, only the two love to have fun and teach the team that is.

Wolfox. 

Fox will simply wear elegant or beautiful clothes if it is for Krystal. He will wear a rebel and worldly clothing if it is with Falco. With wolf? eeeeeh, it depends, sometimes Fox loves to humiliate him with clothes that he knows he will not like at all, but he will always find it fun to see Wolf's reaction.

You know, clothes like this.

But if they want to have a pleasant time, they  have no problem with using a typical common clothes to use. They are not demanding with clothes.

Travel the world together.

Woleon.

This would definitely be the couple that would do that most. Wolf and Leon will always be together, protecting each other, exploring together, living adventures and never moving away from each other. Anywhere Wolf wants to go, Leon will go. Leon has a strong sense of loyalty with Wolf that no one or being will destroy.

Even if it is a planet where both (and Panther) could risk their lives? The two will see it as a typical day. 

Wolfox.

Both are from different teams. Making his own trips, his own missions, his own life. It is impossible to travel forever to any planet they want.

And if possible, Fox will welcome Wolf to explore Papetoon with him.

Move in together

Woleon.

Oh, the two already do. Living in Sargasso is the most comfortable environment for them. No cops, no Corneria or Pepper's law, just very calm until Wolf or another idiot criminal decides to do some stupidity.

Wolfox.

Wolf living in a place like sargasso is totally fine. It doesn't matter if it's a small, dirty or noisy space at times. Fox also has no problem living in a small place, he just wishes that there is not as much noise as parties, noisy neighbors or always a fan of his going around.

If it were for Wolf, it would lead Fox to live in the Sargasso, but it would cost him to take refuge from the criminals who hate him. Fox could not take Wolf to Papetoon for his criminal status, in addition to facing Peppy, Lucy, Falco or even Krystal.

If it were possible for both of them, they would only live on a remote planet. But for reasons already mentioned, they do not live together.

Have tickle fights.

Woleon.

It's really a very bad idea to tickle Leon :)

Wolf is very easy tickle. Leon always has fun making him laugh and humiliate him in public.

Wolfox.

Considering the aforementioned, Fox would certainly try to tickle Wolf, and of course, he would make him laugh.

Wolf has the same fate as Fox, so in this case, Fox and Wolf would have a tickle fight just because of who makes the first one laugh.

Give each other sappy nicknames.

Woleon.

Leon is not really very good with sappy names, but he will definitely always play with "Lord O'donnell", "My boss" or "My man". Wolf would call Leon "My scaly killer" every time Leon kills someone to defend him or Leon becomes intimidating.

Wolfox.

Fox wouldn't give such sappys names to Wolf. He has never been very imaginative for that even with other people. But of course Wolf will always call Fox "Pup" because of his young age compared to him.

Even if he used it before to mention it or as an insult, he would say it as a game between the two as a couple.

Cuddle with each other at night.

Woleon.

For Leon and Wolf, hugging is the best sleeping position. Leon always manages to position himself comfortably to sleep with his man, and Wolf will always be happy to hug him.

Wolfox. 

It would be hard for both of you to cuddle, but Fox will always be happy to accommodate his head on Wolf's shoulder. For the lupine, that is less awkward for both.

Get married

Woleon.

.Considering what I said, this couple, without hesitation, would get married. Not because they think it is necessary, but Panther thinks it's a very nice way to get together more as a couple, and give them a stronger alliance as a team. I can't imagine the two having a super wedding, but maybe a little "wedding" at Sargasso ... or in the middle of a battle.

Woleon.

Fate for both of them does not allow them to marry. The role as former enemies to rivals gave them a nail in their life. Getting married sounds like an impossible wish. Wolf would marry his ally Leon, and Fox would look for a beautiful marriage along with Krystal.

You cannot see a happy ending for both of you, but only on separate paths.

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OOOOOOOOOOOH BOOOOOOY!! IM SORRY! THAT SHIT WAS PRETTY LONG! AND ALSO KINDA SAD BUT WOLFOX PART, BUT WELL! I HOPE YOU CAN ENJOY THIS ;; 

[ruined-rp]

Hello Eoin and welcome [back] to New Orleans, the city of The Damned. Thank you so much for applying, you have been successful for the role of Kol Mikaelson. Welcome [again] to the family, but for now it’s time to get down to business…

Head on over to the New Member Checklist, careful not to go down any dark alleys, it’s not safe here.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Eoin

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 25

Timezone/Country: GMT/UK

Triggers: RFP

Activity Level: I’d say about 7/10. I’ll usually check the dash every day with replies every one to two days.

How Did You Hear About Us: Tumblr Tags and friends with other members.

Anything Else?: Just hope ya like my app! :D

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Desired Character: Kol Mikaelson

Why This Character?:  I’ve always loved a character with a more chaotic, villainous inclination and Kol is that and then some! I don’t know VD or TO quite as well as I do TW but from what I’ve seen of the character he’s a fun balance between violent, psychotic impulses, gentlemanly banter and a need for validation from his family. I’d love to flip between these characteristics of his personality and delve into each to bring out his complex attributes and perhaps have some chaotic fun.

Any FC Changes?: N/A

Ships/Anti-ships: In all cases I’m a fan of chemistry over a pre-built ship. I’m open to different kinds of relationships (romantic, platonic, etc.) but I’d prefer they all be built up or backstories discussed between muns. Essentially so long as everyone’s happy and the muse goes with it then why not!

Headcanons:

1)     Kol has a love of music, but him enjoyment of culture is much greater than just that. He plays several instruments and has a (if he does say so himself) fabulous singing voice. He’s very happy to play or sing for crowds, he’d often done so before he fed or to simply bask in the whole-hearted attention of an audience… If his family didn’t want him, he’d have all the adoration he wanted from others instead.

2)     His travels around the world made him an expert on magic yes, but they also gave him an element of the superstition. It’s always wise to believe there could be something out there, especially when you’re a vampire, and while this hasn’t stopped him from indulging his chaotic ways it manifested in a number of odd habits. He never stepped on cracks in the street and he was always sure to greet a magpie on sight.

3)     Kol is very much the youngest son of the family and despite his bluster, snark and general combative attitude, deep down he’s afraid of his brothers. He’s been daggered in the past and frankly he’s only waiting for it to happen again. He needs to stay close so he can at least try and see the blow coming. With this mentality he finds it very difficult to even think about opening up to Klaus or Elijah.    

Please Provide At Least One: - Moodboard/Aesthetic - https://blacksheepmikaelson.tumblr.com/post/187213117442/kol-mikaelson-a-moodboard - Playlist - https://blacksheepmikaelson.tumblr.com/post/187213341737/kol-mikaelson-a-playlist - Mock Blog - https://blacksheepmikaelson.tumblr.com/ - Plot Points

                Family: Kol is the black sheep by his own admission despite his family not thinking it. I’d love a chance to plot with some of the Mikaelson’s and vampires like Marcel to explore him fighting against the place offered since he won’t believe it’s there. Looking at self-sabotage elements and general familial angst haha.

                 Self: As has been the patter for over a millennium, Kol is first and foremost out for himself and instability of New Orleans could be just the catalyst for him to further his own goals. His intelligence and scheming nature could be shown in plots here, trying to use others around him to increase his power and hold over some parts of the city, in particular areas with magic and witches, his long-lost love.

                 Chaos: Where’s the fun in life without a little senseless violence? The problem is, bloodshed’s always a little more fun when you’re not the only one up to your (rather muscular) thighs in gore. So, Kol’s on the lookout for a playmate, one who’s got a stomach strong enough to manage his games and already he has a few ideas in mind.

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE:

How Does Your Character Feel About The Peace Treaty?: Peace is boring. It’s not moving forwards, it’s not moving backwards, it’s a damn full stop. How is anyone supposed to have fun an excel when others can’t be removed from their positions? Although, there was one challenge to be found that Kol was looking forward to sinking his teeth into here: a treaty was a contract and a contract always had loopholes. Finding those was something of a speciality of his and while Kol has no intentions of pushing his dear family to box him up again for another century, towing the line and causing problems for Marcel sounds like a delicious way to spend his time.

Slice of Life: Kol has no set pattern, not really, often his day depends on what mischief he got up to the night before. If he does wake up in his own bed he enjoys taking a luxurious bath, bubbles, music playing, a glass of blood, the works really. Then he spends time making sure he’ll look perfect once he leaves. After all, a gentleman must take pride in their appearance (especially when they’re as aesthetically gifted as him). And then, well if he’s no major schemes to be employing he might go and bother his siblings till early afternoon before heading off to a pub. It was often fun watching the little humans rush about so desperate to enjoy what little free time they had. If one took his fancy he might take them, have a little snack they’ll easily be made to forget about and if they want to give him more? Well, why should he turn the frantic little thing down? Usually once he’s well-sated in every regard he’ll meander back to his room, put some music on and here is where he lets himself think. Playing smart is to his strength and before bed are when his best ideas come to the fore. Thoughts on spells, ways to improve his power, almost anything really. He keeps a small book he jots the most important musings down in and always burns it once his plans or spellwork has been enacted or passed on. Then it’s off to sleep again until the delights of the next day come with the rising sun.

What is Your Character’s Greatest Fear? How Does This Affect Your Character?: Kol has always feared complete rejection from his family. He knows they barely tolerate him, to them he’s little more than a nuisance, but better than being thrust out into the world forever cut off from them. They’re the only constant he’s known for over a thousand years; fucked up and cruel as they’ve been to him (and him to them) loosing that would leave him unmoored. Pleasure and mischief could be precious little with nothing there to ground it. His family are his anchor, his context for the world… Pathetic but true. The only thing more frightening than losing one of them would be losing… himself. Being alone was terrifying but death? Death was worse… Death was just worse.  

SAMPLE: RFP

[florchis]

I'd love to hear more about your demisexual Fitz headcanon because the more I think about it, the more I love it. Like, do you think Fitz knows he's demisexual? Is he out to anyone? Give me all your theories! :-)

Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. I never knew I had so many *ideas* about this until I started writing it. For some reason this ended up being a re-telling of the canon-Fitzsimmons storyline with demisexual Fitz? To be honest, I think I didn’t change the story much, but it still was so important for me to tell.

{Mentions of both of them being with other people, mentions of both of them being bi, mentions of Will Daniels, a lot of discussions of sex, but nothing explicit.}

Growing up, Fitz knew that he wasn’t much into girls like his classmates were, which led him to a small sexuality crisis, like, was he gay??? He finally decided that probably not, because he didn’t care much about boys either (the discovery of his biromanticism came later in life), he was just Weird Like That, and too busy building things and getting a PhD at fifteen to pay much attention to people.

Then he met Simmons at the Academy, and Simmons was still a genius, still his own age and still fanning herself over people?? Like he couldn’t process it? Again, he assumed his lack of interest became from His General Weirdness and from his “it’s not like anybody would give me the time of day, anyway” belief.

Simmons talks about sex all the time. Like. All. The. Time. Not in much detail, but since she is bored by people that is not him, she usually has a lot of comments to share. “I kept him longer than usual because he is not that bad in bed” and “If he put the same effort into giving oral that he puts into trying to get me to give him oral, maybe he wouldn’t be half bad”. Fitz is baffled by this. Like, not disgusted, but for him sex is a thing that exists in a plane outside of reality. One of that kind of things that your parents tell you “You will understand it when you are older.” But apparently he is old enough now- because Simmons is-, and still he is not getting it?

Just before they graduate from the Academy, he decides that he has to know what is all the fuss about. It’s not a decision made out of desire, it’s not something his gut is telling him to do, it’s a very conscious, intellectual decision. He is a scientist, and scientists ought to try things before drawing a conclusion.

He picks a Nice Girl, one that is a freshman and therefore doesn’t know much about his weird reputation, but still one or two years older than him. He takes her out, does all the expected things, or so he imagines. When she invites him into her dorm room, he says yes.

It is… an okay experience, but nothing to write home about. He still doesn’t get it. He can get as much physical satisfaction by jerking off and way more emotional satisfaction during a night in with Simmons.

During they stay at SciOps, Simmons sets him up a couple of times with female co-workers. Fitz goes out obediently with all of them, but never asks them for a second date, and just barely kisses them goodnight. He doesn’t connect with them as much as he connects with Simmons, and then what is the point in getting physical with them? He barely has enough free time as it is to add up another thing to the list.

After the fifth lukewarm date, Simmons confronts him.

“Are you gay, Fitz?”

“No. I mean, it doesn’t make much difference to me, a man or a woman. I am just not interested in them, okay, Simmons?”

“Don’t you get sexually frustrated?”

“… should I?”

“… Fitz, are you asexual?”

“I’m not repulsed by sex!”

“You don’t have to be repulsed by sex to be asexual, silly. Let’s look it up.”

They look it up. Simmons redirects him to tons of webpages, forums, personal blogs. Always the biologist, she is the one more interested in Putting Things Into Categories. Always the engineer, he only cares if Things Works, and they don’t need to have a label to work.

“Okay, but don’t you find Amy hot?”

“I find her aesthetically pleasing, if that is what you mean.”

“… and what about the Doctor?”

“Well, he sure is a sight for sore eyes.”

“I will just say it very crudely: wouldn’t you bang one or either of them if you had the opportunity?”

“No, why would I?”

(He has sex dreams about Simmons from time to time, but that is normal, yes? To have sex dreams about someone with whom you are close, about whom you care very deeply? He refuses to acknowledge that sometimes those “sex dreams” are not “dreams” at all, because he is fully awake during them.)

He tells Simmons that her research is dope, but that it doesn’t feel quite right, that he is just Weird and they should leave it at that. He doesn’t tell her why.

He still wigmans for her from time to time, but always comes home alone.

“Don’t you get lonely, though?”

“How could I, when I have you?”

“You are absolutely right.”

Right before they are assigned to the Bus, Simmons is courting this legs-for-forever-ballet-dancer during a night out, and Fitz gets stuck with her brother. They hit it off quickly, talking about football (real football) and engines. They end up making out heavily in a dark corner. Things are going sort-of-smoothly, but when the boy asks him- very gentlemanly, by the way- if Fitz wants to go back to his place, Fitz feels like someone is pouring a bucket of iced water over his head, and he flees. Simmons never gets to find out if the dancer is as flexible as she claimed to be.

“At least we found out that is not a gender-related thing, yeah?”

“Shut up, Simmons. Just shut up.”

It’s strange living in the Bus, so close to so many people, after living only with Simmons for so long. He feels a little dizzy, getting used to new people, and he flirts with Skye almost unintentionally, because he truly likes all of them- and Ward is so way out of his league-, and when Simmons points out that she thinks that Skye may not be picking up on his flirting, he shrugs. That’s almost better, in a way. He doesn’t know how he would react if she flirted back, and had expectations about him, and.  

When he realizes that he is in love with Jemma, the sexual urges don’t come right away. First comes the desire to kiss every inch of her face, and hold her close, and tell her that he loves her. Which are, frankly, some of the few non-sexual things they still don’t do together.

The sexual desire for her comes with time, but it is so shocking and new that it almost throws him off balance. One day she is leaning down on one of the lab’s counters, and he just side-looks at her and his brain goes Damn, would I tap that, with no intermission whatsoever. He starts hyperventilating, and has to shoo away her concern before things get even more awkward.

Things only escalate from there, and he feels deeply ashamed, because she is his best friend, and her own woman, and a human being, for god’s sake, but he still gets bombarded by sudden desires to lick every freckle he knows she has on that milky white skin of hers. He tries to repress so much consciously that his dreams get absolutely insane.     

He wonders, sometimes, why did this sudden change happen? Why with Simmons, of all people? He has been so apathetic about sex for all his life, why that had to change? Deep down, he knows why, but he doesn’t have much time to process, because the fall happens, and then the pod, and then everythings goes to hell.

While she is away, he tries his best to not think of her on any romantic or sexual capacity. He just thinks about his best friend, and about how much he misses her, and about how much he needs her, and about how betrayed he feels. All the hurt and all the anger and all his struggles cover up all his other feelings pretty well.

But then Jemma comes back, and she is even more pretty than he remembered, and she is sad all the time, and he is angry all the time, and wanting to kiss her is the least of his problems, to be honest.

Life within S.H.I.E.L.D. is never easy. There is always something crumbling down, someone on the verge of dying, someone on the verge of taking over the world, someone keeping a terrible secret, someone gaining superpowers. But maybe there are certain  things that they still can make okay. When he leaves the Playground with Fury’s cube, his favourite sandwich and a Love, Jemma forever imprinted inside his eyelids, his heart is beating faster than it has beaten in a long time, and there is no time, there is never truly time, but he still says to himself So this is what being thoroughly turned on feels like.   

Life within S.H.I.E.L.D. is never easy. He doesn’t have time to relish what she told him before he took off, much less to savour the triumph of asking her out, that she is taken away.

He gets single-minded after that, trying to get her back. (Or he wish he could be single-minded. He keeps getting distracted by the curve of her lips saying oh after he asked her out, by the texture and the weight of her hand on his, by the intensity of her voice when she said maybe there is. He misses her with a fervor he never thought was possible, he misses her in every way he ever had her and in some ways he never did, and it is an all-consuming feeling. He dreams about her, sometimes in platonic-ways, sometimes in so-not-platonic-ways, and he wakes up in twisted, sodden sheets, crying bitter tears.)    

Having her back in his arms, tattered and bruised, scrawny and dehydrated, but alive, is the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Jemma is having a hard time adapting back to Earth. That’s okay. He can wait. He has waited twenty-eight years. She is healing, and he can wait forever for her. Her happiness has always been his priority.

The harder part is that she is not opening up to him, and he can feel her running between his fingers like water. Or like the sand of that goddamned planet. She dresses on his clothes and walks around the base holding his hand, and searches him for comfort during sleepless nights, but that doesn’t mean that she is talking to him, and he wants to respect her time to process and her boundaries, but his heart aches for her.   

Then she tells him about Will, and it’s like someone filled up his lungs with liquid lead. It makes total sense, just because she is the sun of his solar system, it doesn’t mean that the feeling had to be reciprocal, does it?

But he is still her best friend and there is still a good man stranded on a planet for fourteen years, and there is still work to do. There is always work to do. He has no right to grieve something that never was. (Never, ever, has he felt more guilty for the way he just wants her, not even while she was missing.)

There is a recording of her talking about how much she thought about him and about them, about the future she wants with him, and she claims that it was the more clear-headed she ever was. It takes every ounce of willpower on his body to not jump her then and there. (It’s so confusing. What is he finding so arousing: the promise of a future, the love confessions, her? How is he supposed to tell all of them apart, define what is the source of his emotions?)

Then they are screaming at each other, in the lab nonetheless, and she shouts that he dived into a hole in the universe for her, and he has to kiss her, because she still doesn’t understand that it’s the less he would do for her. While he kisses her, his blood turns to liquid fire. He never knew there were so many nerve endings in his body. (Or he knew. But he never felt them before.) It’s hopeless, anyway. They are hopeless.

(There are some things he never talks about; hearing Jemma scream, unable to do anything to alleviate her pain, having to listen to her asking him to let them kill her, are only some of them.)  

When Ward teases him about killing Will because he slept with Simmons, he tells him to grow up because Ward is a dick. And he is not a killer. And Will is a decent human being who deserves so much better. And Jemma is not his possession. And what he feels for her goes so much deeper than just sex, not that Ward would ever understand that.

In a way, he knows he did the right thing in Maveth. But the guilt is real, the responsibility is real, the weight of Jemma’s disappointed gaze is very real.

Everything is too much, and he needs to take a step back. It doesn’t matter that his heart pleads for her, his mind pleads for her, his body pleads for her. Some things are just not meant to be.

Jemma tells him I miss you, and Can we start over, and maybe they should do that, so Fitz doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he doesn’t think he can.

Apparently it was a long-con, because she then takes his own quantum physics explanation and turns it against him, and says that the future is set and that they are inevitable. His heart literally melts.

She is highkey flirting with him, and his body is screaming at him I have only ever wanted this one thing, why are you denying it to me? Some things apparently are inevitable, or at least they are, because he is not sure who kissed who, the only thing that matters is that they are kissing, and it’s magnificent.

Her hands are on his neck, she is sitting on his lap, and Fitz’s body feels electrical, like a high-wring spring, full of potential energy ready to be transformed into kinetic.  

“Sorry, sorry, I don’t want to push too fast either.”

“What?”

“You know, with everything with you, and, and, and sex. I’m cool with whatever makes you comfortable. I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.”

“Jemma?”

“What?”

“You are rambling.”

“Oh.”

“I will let you know if I’m not comfortable with something, okay? But I- well, let’s say that I have thought about it. Before.”

“You mean… sex?”

“… yeah.”

“Sex, sex and, and us?”

“You don’t have to put it like that, like, like I am some kind of-of pervert, or something!”

“Oh, Fitz.”    

“We should consider all variables as we move forward, because things are bound to get… complicated.” He needs to ask for confirmation that nothing will change between them if- when- they have sex. He is scared, scared of how much he wants her, scared of messing this up, scared of being in unknown territory. Sex is not a thing that comes natural to him, and combined with their complicated history… yeah, chances just aren’t good. He wants her deliriously, but he is also scared shitless. He has thought it over and over so many times that the only solution that comes to his mind is to stop thinking and just listen to what his body and his heart are telling him.

“I’ve been thinking about it, about us, and, um, it clicked. The crux of our relationship is like the singularity in transhumanism. Singularity is the defining moment-”

“-the point at which a measurable variable becomes infinite.”

“Our friendship is linear. Simple, comfortable.”

“Effortless, really.”

“As soon as we deviate from that path, change becomes exponential. The point of no return.”

“Are you comparing us sleeping together with crossing the event horizon? It’s quite lovely when you think about it like that. And also terrifying.”

“Yeah, exactly. So, we should stop thinking altogether… “

“… and just do.”       

(He feels very comforted that Jemma also finds this experience a little terrifying.)

He is not nervous anymore when he gets to the hotel room. So many things have passed during the last two hours that the only thing he wants is her, her, her, in all the ways she wants to give herself to him. And most importantly, he wants to give himself to her in every way imaginable, and that’s a certainty that he has never had before.

They laugh so much during sex, and that is truly the best thing that could have happened to him. They are still the same people, this experience is not changing the baselines of who they are, and that’s good. His love is real, his desire is real, and right now, everything he has to give is for her.