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f1bordeaux · 1 year ago

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If You Cared (part 2) | mv1

It's been years since you've indulged in a vacation. What better time is there than summer? Your family, the beach house in Italy-it seems perfect. But, for things to be just like good old times, your family needs to invite his. So of course you are having mixed feelings as the boy who broke your heart re-enters your life like nothing happened. Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word count: 2.2+k Poetry style | Story style A/n: Here is part 2! The angst literally hasn't began yet there is so much more to come you might hate me by the end of this lol srry ;) Also! If you want to be tagged in future parts, let me know! Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five

“How are you feeling?”

You don’t turn around, already aware of who is speaking to you. Instead, you remain sat on the edge of the pool, feet lightly swinging through the water. There is a lot of noise coming from the house, people talking, laughing, sharing a drink or two. Outside, however, it is quiet. The comotion becomes a background noise that is masked by the chirping of crickets and the ocean waves only a few kilometers away. It is calm, it is dark, it is peaceful.

Mia sat down next to you, keeping her knees tucked into her chest. “I’m fine.” You say.

“Dinner was-”

“Tense.” You answer for her. And it was. Dinner was a never ending slew of compliments to Max, your family praising him and his family bragging about him. Did he deserve the comments made towards him? Absolutely. He was a phenomenal driver, something you couldn’t even deny. Max knew what he was doing on the track like it was second nature. Maybe it was second nature to him. But, all you could think about was the boy who left you. The boy who turned his back so quickly that he couldn’t even hear you cry. The boy who took everything from you just to disappear a few years later.

“Yeah.” Mia said. “Tense.”

Silence came quickly after that, the two of you just taking in the atmosphere around you. The sun had long set, the heat had long gone. The pool lights casted a turquoise glow over the backyard. It was beautiful. You remembered running across the tiles as a kid, jumping into the pool at late hours of the night. Max and you would be playing together and Mia and Victoria would be on their own. Life was good then. Life was simple.

The patio door slid open, unbeknown to you. Mia turned to look, however, eyes going wide when she saw who it was. With her lips flattened to a line, she rested a hand on your shoulder before standing up. “Try not to ruin your own summer, y/n.”

With that she was gone, her body being replaced by another. “Care if I sit with you?”

Again, you knew the voice before you saw the face. Max lowered himself to the ground, sticking his feet in the water right next to you. He was so close that if you moved over, just an inch, your thigh would be flush against his. You wonder if he’s just as warm as he used to be. You wonder if his skin feels just as soft as it once had. You think of a lot of things as Max kicks his feet through the water.

“We haven't had a chance to talk-”

“Since you left?”

He sniffles, leaning back on his palms. “I was going to say since I got here.”

“That works too.” You say. There are two ways to proceed. You can either cause a huge comotion, letting him know that-hey, maybe you were not over him. Maybe you still envied him for making you fall in love with him and then disappearing off the face of the earth. Maybe you guys could have made it work but he didn’t even bother trying. Or, you could do as you told yourself a week ago and move on. Let yourself have a good summer. Let the hurt come in waves but dont show it. Maybe you can outgrow it this year. “How was your flight?”

He looks at you, almost confused-like. It wasn’t what he was expecting you to say. “Uh, good. The Florence airport was packed but once we got over here everything was fine.”

You nod, looking down at the water. “Good, good.”

“How’s work been? I hear you work at a museum in New York.”

“Yeah, the Metropolitan Museum of Art.”

“Wow,” He shakes his head in approval. You don't need his approval, but you wonder what he really thinks of your job. Does he think you wasted your life? Does he think that your job is cool? At least you didn’t work at a McDonalds, right? “That sounds fancy. I can’t say I’ve been.”

“Have you ever been to New York in general?”

“No.”

You chuckle. It feels wrong to do so, but you can't help the small laugh that brushes past your lips. His dry humor is still intact you notice. What else is still the same about him? You haven’t heard him laugh yet, so you wonder if it sounds the same as before-boyish and cute. Does he still play FIFA like no tomorrow? Is his favorite color still blue?

“Do you remember jumping into the pool at like midnight as kids?” His hoarse voice cuts your train of thought in two. “Your mom would yell at us because she wanted to go to bed but now she had to make sure we showered.”

“I was just thinking about that earlier.” You want to slap yourself across the face as you say that sentence. You were thinking about him? There goes your ‘I dont give a fuck about him anymore’ deminer.

But he smiles, exhaling through his nose as he turns to look at you. “Where’d the time go?”

“I wish I knew, Max.” You say, pulling your legs from the pool. Slowly, you walk to the back door, the orange glow from the inside light painting your skin shades of golds and browns. You look almost like an angel, like a God. Max notices it. Max notices a lot of things. “Goodnight.”

He sighs from behind you. “Goodnight, y/n.”

That night after a long, cold shower, you sit at the desk in your room, looking over the backyard and pool you had just conversed at. Your palm rests on a handle to one of the top drawers, and you fight yourself on whether or not to open it. You know what's in there. You know what you’re getting yourself into. But you don’t know if you want that pain or not. It was like Pandora’s box. If you got sucked in-which you knew was about to happen-there would be no escape. You would be heartbroken all over again.

Fuck it.

You pulled the drawer open, the contents shifting forward. There were photos-hundreds of photos-and two letters. There were two pens, a pink one and a blue one, there was a small fabric square, and there were a pair of glasses. Everything, save the photos, belonged to Max. The letters, you knew, would tear you apart to read. So, you pushed those aside, opting to pick up a small stack of photos. On the back in Sharpie ink they said, 2008. You and him were 10. Your birthday wasn’t until winter-his in fall only two months apart from yours.

Pulling the rubberband away, you studied the photos. You, Mia, Luca and Victoria in the pool. You, Max, Luca and Mia eating dinner at some restaurant. Max and Luca on bicycles. Victoria and you hugging on the beach. The sunset over the backyard. Max and you, lying together on the couch tucked underneath six or so blankets, fast asleep. His arm was around you, your cheeks pressed against one another. You smiled to yourself as you felt your throat closing up. “This sucks.” You whispered.

It did suck. You just simply couldn’t understand why Max didn’t want to try. It’s not like you guys were neighbors at the time. You only saw one another during the summer, but you were still friends during the rest of the year. Why would any of that change just because he was getting popular in driving? The only obvious reason was because he didn’t want you around. He didn’t want you. It could have worked if he would have tried. But he didn’t, so why should you spend your summer trying to mend the bridge he burned?

You threw all the photos back into the drawer, slamming it shut. You turned off the lamp desk and walked to your bed in the pitch black. Whatever was meant to happen, would happen. With or without Max.

“You’re sure you don't want to come?” Mia asks through your cracked open door. “Max-”

“She said no.” Luca pushes her aside, sticking his head in your room. Your attention was buried in your phone, mindlessly scrolling through some form of social media. You couldn’t see Luca’s childish grin or Mia’s worrying features. “I’ll bring you back some waffles or something, y/n.”

“Whatever, Luca.” You responded. He stuck his tongue out, making a spitting noise before slamming your door shut so hard you were afraid it would fall off the hinges. “Luca!”

It was far too early in the morning to be dealing with your little brother. Actually, it was never a good time to be dealing with your little brother. He’d woken you up, close to four am, to ask if you wanted to go grab breakfast and watch the sunset. You declined his offer, opting to stay in bed just a little longer. Plus, if everyone was going, Max was going. The last thing you wanted was to watch the sunrise with Max. So, you hid under the covers for a little longer, feeling the ceiling fan drag cold air on your exposed skin.

You heard the front door close from downstairs, a signal that you were finally alone. Slowly, you rose from your bed, taking long strides across the room. Just because you didn’t want to watch the sunset with everyone didn’t mean you wanted to miss out on it. There would be a perfect view from the backyard or from the beach only a quick walk away. You sombered through the house, a soft, chilling blue being cast through the windows. You loved this time of day, before the sun was up, before the heat settled into the ground, before the world was really active. It was so serene.

“Good morning.”

You paused at your spot on the base of the steps. Max stood in the kitchen, a glass of water in his hand. “You didn’t-why didn’t you-”

He shrugged as you struggled to speak. “I thought you were going. I didn’t want to bother.”

Guilt trip me, perfect. “Max, you shouldn’t base your itinerary on what I’m doing.” You said.

“So then why didn’t you go?”

“Fair point.”

He laughed, bringing his water to his lips. Yeah, you thought. He still has the same boyish laugh. “Come,” He said, holding his hand across the kitchen island. You stepped closer, although hesitantly. “Let's watch the sunrise and hash out whatever this is.”

Face your fears? Speak to Max about the problem at hand? Explain to him that you aren't over the loss of his presence in your life? Your stomach churned at the idea. Your stomach churned even more when you realized that you were only wearing a large tshirt and some underwear that was barely covered by the hem of the shirt. Instantly, your cheeks heated up, the back of your hand going to cool one side down. God you should have gone to breakfast.

Max raised his eyebrows, closing his hand before reopening it. “Well?”

“Right, yeah, sorry.” You said, grabbing a blanket before grabbing his hand. He knew you looked good-effortlessly good. You had just gotten out of bed and still you looked perfect. Your lips were plump, your eyelashes were so long and dark, your skin was glowing. He thought you looked better now than any dolled-up girl he’d met in Monaco. You looked so good just existing, but he didn’t think he’d be able to say that to your face.

The two of you walked outside, sitting in the patio chairs facing the ocean. He cleared his throat, turning to look at you as you draped the blanket over your legs. “I’m sorry.”

“Max-”

“You deserved better. I had no right to make you fall in love with me and then just go. I knew I’d leave so I should have never ruined what special bond you and I had. I’m so sorry, y/n.”

Your jaw was practically on the floor as he spoke. Where was this coming from? What prompted him to say this? “I-I’m speechless.”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, but can we have a few weeks that are similar to our childhood? Just me and you doing dumb stuff that we shouldn’t be doing? Making memories that we’ll tell people for decades?” He looks right into your eyes as he speaks, something he never really does. There is this soft sparkle in his eyes, this soft dazzling glow. He looks amazed, he looks taken aback. He looks so-pretty? God, the way his voice was dancing through your ears, the way his hair looked-still messy from getting out of bed-the way his hands fidgeted with one another, the way a faint blush dusted his cheeks-Max looked so desirable right now. You wanted to reach over and kiss him, to feel his warm, plush lips on your own.

You forced yourself to look away, afraid of what would pursue if you didn't. The sun had partly peaked over the oceanline. Give him a chance, you told yourself. What's the worst that could happen? He knows he fucked up and wont make that mistake again. Neither will you. “Yeah,” You finally say. He provides a relieved smile. “Yeah, let’s have a good summer, Max.”

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rogueddie · 2 years ago

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Canon Divergence Steddie Fics

Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 🧭

save it for a rainy day

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In which Steve Harrington has to walk home in a torrential downpour, and happens to find Eddie Munson without an umbrella.

Words : 5,166 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

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Haunting

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Steve gets dragged to a haunted house… little does he know he's about to be a whole other kind of haunted.

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I think I like them too

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Eddie was expecting to feel the sharp knuckles of a hand colliding with his jaw any second but the only thing colliding was a pair of soft lips … with his own.

Words : 2,035 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

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off the beaten path

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Post season 3, Steve manages to figure out that he's bisexual, despite his best efforts to repress it, comes out to Robin and Jonathan Byers of all people, and figures himself out. Also, there's a cute guy who might be actually insane running the kids' dnd club and he's got his eye on him. And his bandana.

Too bad Eddie Munson hasn't had a similar revelation. He's still under the impression that he's a straight man obsessing over Steve Harrington for normal, extremely heterosexual reasons.

Words : 34,208 Chapters : 6/6 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

you make it feel like christmas

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Steve somehow ends up celebrating the Christmas of 1985 with Max and Eddie 'the Freak' Munson and it just might be his favorite Christmas yet.

Words : 9,122 Chapters : 3/3 Rating : Mature

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I wave goodbye to the end of beginning

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Steve and Eddie properly meet for the first time in the middle of Family Video, somewhere during the summer of '85.

It's the start of a friendship, maybe even the start of something more.

Words : 19,814 Chapters : 2/2 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

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kickstart my heart

inspectorabed

Eddie sighs and leans back in his chair. The plastic groans in protest under the weight of him. “You know, what sucks about all of this is that now I have to re-examine my biases. If Steve Harrington is actually, deep down, a decent guy, that means any of those asshole preps might be hiding a secret heart of gold. I mean, who’s next, Jason Carver?”

This makes Ant laugh rather hysterically. Eddie can’t tell if he’s doing it for dramatic effect or if he really thinks Eddie is that funny. “Okay, maybe not,” he concedes. “But you get my point.”

Words : 14,236 Chapters : 2/2 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

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it's his party (and i'll fall if i want to)

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"Steve?" She nods, but even death couldn't stop him now,

"Harrington? Steve Harrington? King Steve? Steve "the Hair" Harrington? Steve "Big House, No Parents" Harrington? Steve "Sex God" Harrington?"

"I am certain you made at least those last two up. Yes, Steve "Lady Killer" Harrington invited me to his party."

"Are we about to be Carrie'd?"

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I'm Beginning to Understand, There's No Mystery to This Man

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Four times Eddie thinks Steve Harrington’s fucking with him, plus one time he accepts the compliment. Alternatively, the one where Steve’s been blatant since freshman year and Eddie’s really thick.

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don't you know you might find a better place to stay

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Eddie works the night shift at Hawkin's local grocery store. Somehow, Steve can't stop coming.

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King Steve Buys Weed

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When Steve promises to get Robin high over the weekend, and his usual weed guy goes out of town, he needs to find a replacement. Eddie's grungy, and nerdy, and weird, but he'll have to do.

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undue

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Steve and Eddie knew each long before Vecna, before Hellfire, before the Upside Down.

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The Enormous Upside to Losing Everything

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Steve gets his heart broken in two and promptly trips over Eddie Munson. Then that school freak Steve usually wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole offers him weed to forget his troubles.

Words : 35,886 Chapters : 5/5 Rating : Mature

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fic rec #ficrec #is this a good time to admit that I'm not entirely sure what counts as canon divergence and I'm just hoping and praying with this one lmao

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emchante · 2 months ago

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More on softcore porn streamer!max hottub stream! (Maybe a bit on workout max??) Okay so i may or may not have found

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Tell me this isnt total insanity on my behalf because im downright feral for these images? Like his tits in the ice bath??? The way hes biting his lip? AND THE WAY HIS HAIR FALLS ON HIS FACE. And dont get me started on his nose?

I dont know how to word this but hes just so.. on stream he’d be patting his face down and it’d make his face all rosy red and so so sexy that it’d remind you of a workout stream he did a while back where he just finished on the treadmill face all sweaty shorts riding up his thighs sweat dripping down his torso🫦

When he grabbed his water bottle, splashed his face to cool down and then takes a chug, grabbing a face towel and patting his face down whilst hes sighing from the workout and when he looks at chat he sees how animalistic they are going knowing he did exactly what he needed to, reeling in those donations to reach a goal. He says something like “Wow! So many donations I may just have to do this again” with a wink

- 🐨

Oh my days I am not a writer at all and I wont be re-reading this because I may embarrass myself but I had to get it out! I saved these for when you responded because I saw these AFTER I submitted the ask? Horrendous of pinterest tbh

🐨 NONNIE HELLOO MY BELOVED<3<3 was meant to answer this yesterday and completely forgot, forgive meee </3 as for being embarrassed— please never be!! i LOVED reading everything you had to say, and i hope you keep it going in the future!! also so evil of pinterest hello?!

first off, THE PICTURES!! love the pictures of him in the ice bath. like hello? the man tits? let me slide into that tub and lay on them!!

AND GIRLIE!! tell me all your horny rambles about these photos and any photos!! love to hear them and chat about it!!

GOOD GOD THOUGH?? his red, rosy face is a sight to see, but sometimes your mind just goes to the gutter— imagining that’s how he looks when you’ve been edging him for too long, or how he looks when he’s just came for the third time.

THE TREADMILL THOUGH?? his workout shirt is clinging to him, the dark patches of sweat at his pits, all across his torso, a little bit on his tummy. and his thighs are practically fully on display with how far his shorts have ridden up. there’s actually a peek of his boxers on view due to how high they are.

splashing the water over his face and it’s dripping all down him, the beads of water falling down his jawline, gathering at his chin before it drips right off. he grabs the towel and nuzzles his face into it, pushing it up to ruffle at his hair that’s mixed with water and sweat. it’s messy and sticking up in places, but oh it’s hot.

now how bad would it be to imagine that’s his face after you finish over it after he’s ate you out?

your thoughts are interrupted at max’s deep laugh, watching as the donations and comments coming flooding in, causing max to hit his next donation goal.

#opening my mail #thots #🐨 anon #softcore p streamer! max #mv

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amidst-wonderland · 2 months ago

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LOVE ISLAND (THE GAME): CHARACTER PROFILE

just beaten litg: tempting fate, so thought it'd make a wee character biography for that specific season. (i've taken some liberties with islanders of my own making and some moments i've put in on my own).

BIOGRAPHY

full name : astrid / "ash"

location : edinburgh, now london

age : twenty-three

occupation : ex-playboy bunny, now event planner

relationship status (post villa) : still in winning coupling

ICONIC VILLA MOMENTS

astrid's vt intro showing her 'bedazzled saltire playboy bunny' suit.

bombshell entrance

sneaky kiss with jin in the corridor during breakfast

telling off sophie for being a shit-stirrer

getting luna dumped

'doing bits' with jin in the hideaway

being flirty with claudia during the challenge, kissing her during the challenge.

playfully shouting, "haul, dinnae you laugh at me!" at new bombshell arrival aiden, also, from edinburgh who'd asked her on a dinner date and she'd began to burn the chicken

her friendship with fellow scot, aiden and the girls look to her for advice on sussing him out

sleeping alone after jin's dumping, the night-vision camera catches her tearing up

snogging max in the casa challenge, then bea in the dressing room

being the first to find the infamous 'casa letter' from the main villa, seeing jin snogging sienna outside of a challenge but the camera initially only shows her reaction of a bitter, "oh you little shit.", followed by iain's vo comment, "hell hath no fury like a scots woman scorned."

"right well, he's just fucking lumped me in it. nevermind the fact he's back but he's having it on with another lassie? expecting me to sit here like the virgin-fucking-mary? that'll be right."

getting nippy with emel about max when she brings up jin

'doing bits' with max on the terrace in spite of jin

twisting with max, reuniting with jin for the first time and seeing him coupled up with casa girl, sienna. she's unable to keep save-face and the girls continue to exchange looks of confusion

her icy conversations with jin, pre and post movie night. reminiscent of wes and laura's final confrontation of the, "ah swear to fuck." / "don't fuckin' speak to me." because at the end of the day, she had to bring someone back

arguing with liam across the movie night tables over bea and her 'sling yer hook' comment

coming in as an angel-inspired playboy bunny for the 'racing hearts' challenge

confronting liam, this time in front of the boys in the bedroom (whilst the girls console bea) for embarrassing bea and making her cry (also the fact he's a just a prick in general and she's over it). pointing out that bea didn't have to bring him back and at the very least he should be considerate of that. arguably the villa's biggest bust-up. the argument continues until max is able to walk astrid out of the room, leading to their first tiff. the tabloids calling her "aggy ash."

pie-ing sienna and liam. she also pretends to go into snog jin, after he'd snogged her but quickly turns to aiden

her complete inability to hold a "poker-face" in any given moment. particularly when she hears the public are still stuck on her and jin as a couple

astrid, claudia, theo and oakley's ex's coming in as the final bombshells and max getting insecure about astrid's ex who's a 6'3" irish rugby player and clearly still into her

astrid and max continuously being touchy and the camera constantly cutting to them during group chats with either his head on her chest and astrid playing with his curls or astrid holding him from behind as he sits between her legs and her chin is perched shoulder shoulder, as the public being to warm to them

having sex with max in the hideaway

aiden and astrid teaching everyone ceilidh dances at the final party before the re-coupling / final dumping

jin and astrid's final goodbye after he's been dumped for good. he whispers, "i'm sorry." to her and she coldly responds, "i know."

max's reaction to her prom dress.

#love island #the love island game #love island tempting fate #max litg #jin jitg #claudia litg #bea litg #liam litg #oakley litg #sophie litg #emel litg

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ladysomething · 10 months ago

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Hello! Back with more thoughts! I can already tell this is going to be way too long, I am so sorry in advance, dont feel like you have to respond!! But first of all, I saw an ask where you said you liked Taylor Swift and since you were at the AUS GP, I must ask- did you get to go to the Eras Tour in Australia? I will be incredibly jealous if you did!! Anyways, AHHH THIS CHAPTER!! I have so many thoughts, I wish I could share all of them, but that would actually turn this ask into a real essay and this will already be too long lol.

I LOVED the new things we learned about the Dreyma Ver-öld!!! So interesting that people still feel pain there, but in a lesser way (does the same thing apply when sensing emotions through a bond, like Max can do with Charles now?) and so interesting that they don’t visit it while in heat/rut. And very very interesting that injuries received in there exist in the real world too!! I am DYING to know what Max’s is like, since I get the feeling it’s not quite the safe space that Charles’ is.

THE COLLAR?! I’m seeing everyone freaking out about it, but not going to lie, I burst out laughing when I read that part. OF COURSE Max would be *that* petty and throw Charles’ comment back in his face like that. I am obsessed with them and the way you write them. And the collar is awful and humiliating, but I am also excited for its reappearance 😏

I was so excited for a Max POV last chapter, but I semi-take that back now because knowing both of their perspectives and seeing wildly wrong they both are about each other just makes me want to lock them in a room and barricade the door until they figure out what a communication is. I’m frustrated as hell now, but also absolutely living for the angst while I wait for them to figure out what words are!!

I think Charles is incredibly stupid for thinking Ferarri is going to care about him starving himself. And Charles clearly isn’t caring about himself beyond just trying to get away from Max right now, so it feels incredibly twisted that Max is kind of the only person who is knows what is going on with Charles and cares about Charles (even if he seems to care in an incredibly weird and fucked up way right now).

LOVE how susceptible you’ve made Charles is to alphas and how that fucks up the power dynamic EVEN more (the way he reacts to Pierre now???, the way he said that if Max had used his alpha voice, he would have been out for HOURS????!!!!) I have a feeling that this is a big reason that Max isn’t letting him go anywhere, and that this will become veryyyyy relevant (perhaps with a certain Mercedes mechanic 👀) later????

There’s SO much more I want to say but this is WAYYYY too long (sorry!!!), so super quick honourable mentions:

happy dance when I saw the fic title in the chapter!!

“Maybe it’ll come to fruition as soon as the Monaco GP” I am suddenly TERRIFIED for what you have planned for Charles’ home race

Pierre becoming visibly worried in response to Charles getting a maniacal little grin and coming up with an awful plan had me absolutely rolling I love the way you write everyone

Eek it was all so good!! I am so excited to eventually get to the point in this fic where we start getting answers instead of more questions but I LOVE this suspense you’re building!! Thank you for sharing <3

you've triggered me very deeply, because I did NOT GO TO THE ERAS TOUR. I COULDN'T GET TICKETS. I stg I cried for like 3 days when I missed out lol. and then also had a weep when I watched the movie. I will forever rage at people who went to like 5 nights because how the FUCK did they get those tickets!!!!

I'm so glad you like the dream world so much. there are some reallllyyyyyy fun scenes planned for that place.

zipped lips re the alpha voice!!!! but it's also going to be coming back!!!

Pierre thought "does Charles not remember that the last time he thought he had a great plan he got bought by Max" and you know what??? that was very real of him

I think the answers are going to start trickling in pretty soon!! I think? Well, I think so at least haha. the next Max POV gives some pretty good insight into a couple things.

#lestappen fic #where you go i go #viarinsblog ask

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msnihilist · 1 year ago

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you know about the fanfiction thing you said I remembered that I always wanted a long fic about ben which is about him disappearing and getting captured and and when while everyone think he's dead all the people who care about him come running to his rescue and kind of like help him to cure his mental or physical wounds but never really saw anyone writing it actually and I'm not that good to write something like this :( so I just wanted to know does anyone like something similar to this story lol

Well, anon, there are two sure-fire ways to get what you want: do it yourself, or pay someone else to do it. (I happen to take commissions, and I'm currently working on a Ben 10 one right now!)

I think you can do it yourself, though :) You already have an idea, and passion is the perfect starting point! Why not open a document and just write a scene that you think would be cool? You don't have to share it with anyone. Everyone starts somewhere.

I've actually got a WIP that's pretty similar to your idea that I'm about 8.5k words deep in. It's about Ben going missing and the lengths his friends go to in order to bring him home.

While I work on that, here's some already-posted Ben-whump fics to keep you busy, anon. And remember: leave comments if you want to foster a community. If you enjoy any of these fics, please let the author know!

These three are all oneshots.

Old Wounds, New Bruises by lenin_it_to_win_it

After seeing some of Ben's scars for the first time, Rook is determined to protect his partner from further injury. However, Ben's emotional wounds prove harder to manage.

Only Fools Would Love Me by Yalvaberry

"Ben, Ben, please, please, please no, I don't-" A sob.

Kevin looks back. His mind feels jumbled, split into two - Morgg is getting away! - but his feet don't want to cooperate, they seem to have a mind of their own as they carefully lead him back up the tunnel he came from.

"Ben, what do I-"

Kevin listens as he trudges back. The dirt crunches beneath his feet. Curiosity pulls at him, pushes him forward, morbid, because somehow, somewhere in his head, he thinks he already knows what he's going to see.

Set during the episode "...Nor Iron Bars a Cage" in Ultimate Alien. What if Kevin accidentally kills Ben inside the mines?

You Can Hold Him (Just Not Too Close) by MashpotatoeQueen

Ben puts the Omnitrix back on, and she stares at it in hatred- only for a moment though, just one moment- and wishes that her cousin had never found it. Because now Ben isn’t a fan of being held, not anymore, and the reason for it lies in that stupid watch.

(That stupid watch that saved the world, that makes Ben feel safe even as it puts him in danger.)

But she says nothing, nothing until late one night Ben calls her, and his voice is shaky and a little too high to be normal, breathing coming too fast and jokes falling a little flat, and she remembers the conversations at three AM in the old Rustbucket and this time she gets them for what they are.

She hums, says quietly, “Ben, you’re okay, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

And Ben laughs, except it sounds a bit like crying, and he’s murmuring about how sorry he is, about how he usually calls Grandpa Max, but that Grandpa Max is gone and he doesn’t know what to do-

“It’s fine.”

It’s not- her kid cousin being too terrified to be alone in the dark in his own room will never be okay- but she doesn’t say that. Just hums again, quietly, and says, “It’s fine, Ben,” and prays that it will be soon.

Here are some of my own fics that deal with Ben-centric hurt/comfort:

Nothing Left to Say

Gwendolyn makes the executive decision that Ben needs to be emotionally vulnerable for a day. The fastest and easiest way to achieve that is with a truth potion. It seems like a good idea on paper, but it soon becomes clear why the formula is a forbidden one.

Some things, it seems, are better left unsaid.

Meteor Shower

With the aftermath of Captian Nemesis’ escape from prison and Jennifer Nocturne’s alleged kidnapping, Kevin realized that he had some mending to do with his teammates. [Episode continuation of “Catch a Falling Star.”]

Put Your Strength Down

There's blood smeared on the doorknob when Sandra gets home. Her stomach clenches with worry, but it doesn't rattle her the way that it used to.

Every time she does this, Sandra reminds herself that it could always be worse.

Choose

The timer starts at fifty-nine, and it immediately begins counting down.

Kevin only has a minute to make a choice that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

Overload

Overloading the Omnitrix should be near-impossible, but as faulty as the Ultimatrix is, Ben really shouldn’t be surprised that it blows up in his face. Literally.

01001001

The Omnitrix had long-since been, well, attached to Ben’s wrist. Unfortunately, Ben didn’t anticipate just how far it would go to always be a part of him.

The World Grows Green Again

When Ben's life is saved by a masked stranger, it offers Ben and Rook a glimpse into a horrible future.

Diamonds Are Forever

A year after Petropia’s re-creation, Ben and Rook are assigned a deceivingly simple job on the planet — overseeing an "official yearly Plumber check" to ensure that societal development and reassimilation with the galaxy is going smoothly.

With Tetrax acting as their guide, it soon becomes clear that not all is as it seems. Digging through conspiracies and figuring out who can be trusted, they find that the glittering surface of the planet is covering a horrible plot against the Petrosapiens, which may hide roots closer to home than any of them realized.

NOTE: This is definitely the fic where I hurt Ben the most! Emotionally, psychologically, and especially physically. He leaves this fic permanently disfigured. Ben gets stabbed, passes out from blood loss, watches his allies get killed in front of him, is experimented on, fed through a tube, is betrayed again and again, and much, much more.

There's also a section of this fic where Ben is kidnapped and Rook, Gwen, and Kevin must work together to rescue him.

I tagged DAF with blood and gore, body horror, major injuries, and I'm not fucking joking!!

Anyway, anon, I hope that provides some reading material/writing inspiration :) Good luck! I believe in you!!!

#ask #ben 10 #ben tennyson #my writing #fanfic rec #anonymous

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findafight · 2 years ago

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Re: Billy, yeeaahh, I think there’s exactly one *potential* way Billy could have been persuaded to leave without a fight and that’s if Chrissy was there at the Byers for some reason and she and Steve tricked Billy into thinking he saw her instead of Max. (1/ hopefully 2)

Why is Chrissy there? I don’t know. Maybe this is a ‘Chrissy and Steve are cousins’ au and he called her over in the hopes that her presence would stop the Party from sneaking out to commit arson to save Will’s life. Maybe she actually got caught up in everything last year bc she tagged along with Steve when he went to apologize (probably another cousins au scenario). Maybe she saw Max skateboarding, thought it was cool, and started a conversation. (Part 3 incoming)

(3/3) Cheerleading is pretty hard, so if Max was either already aware of that or found out while talking/hanging out with Chrissy, I think it’s reasonable that Max might admire Chrissy, which could potentially result in Chrissy being asked to the junkyard (especially if Max didn’t buy Lucas’s story, which I don’t think she did).

oooh fascinated by Steve and Chrissy being sporty cousins who are basically siblings tho. Steve who calls Chrissy his "sister but actually my cousin but basically my sister" in his brain because she's maybe 7/8 months younger than him so was in the grade below but they grew up together and almost all the baby pictures have them together in matching outfits :') they saved worms together from the pavement after it rained. Chrissy put them in Steve's hair and he cried. (she did this many times) They sit beside each other at family gatherings and just much sly and cutting mean girl comments about their relatives to make the other laugh. Or make distressed faces at each other from across the table when grandpa Otis is getting drunk and ready to rant.

Chrissy who Steve called during his sad boy clean up his own mess hours and she was like "okay I'll drive you to the byers house? You got knocked around I'll drive please don't get in a wreck auntie Diane would kill me." and she waits in the car for him but then Shit Goes Down and there's lights flashing and Steve runs out, but he stops, and looks back. and then locks eyes with Chrissy, and runs back in. So she follows. And finds out monsters are real right beside her brother-cousin.

yeah okay I'm digging Chrissy and Steve cousins au but it HAS to be coupled with Chrissy lives au I can't do that to them. I can't make Steve try to clear Eddie's name while mourning the only family he's known loved him. (but GOD a Jason/steve confrontation in that au? where jason is like she was your family! and steve is like I know!! That's why you need to believe me that Eddie didn't do this! I want revenge just as much as you! oh god this is so sad no no Chrissy lives in harrington cousin au.)

Anyway but Yeah. I think, like. Billy just wanted to punch someone. I guess because Chrissy is a pretty and popular girl, he would at least hesitate in his itch for a fight. Billy doesn't respect women but he's savvy enough to get in with Tommy, Steve's former bestie, so he knows enough that Chrissy isn't someone he wants to be on the bad side of. So perhaps it would...slow down? the events? idk. I really do think once Billy saw Steve or Lucas he wasn't leaving without punching someone. She could try to convince him it was her in the window, if Steve had gone out first, and that might give the kids time to hide better, but Steve isn't leaving s2 without getting punched by Billy in place of Lucas. It's one of those "locked in the timeline" things for me. Sorry Steve :( at least sometimes you aren't knocked out completely.

this answer is all over the place haha but post s3 pre s4 chrissy seeing Max skateboarding and thinking it's pretty cool and striking up a little mentor-friendship with her is so cute. Two lonely girls</3 Maybe Max teaches her to kickflip and Chrissy Teaches her to cartwheel... holds her ankles up to get the feel for it...and for a little while they don't feel so alone... aww... I love giving Max role models and older girls to look up to. She's got Steve but she deserves some girls looking out for her.

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #chrissy and steve #stranger things au #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #imliterallyjustsittinghere #billy hargrove

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solarisrasa · 2 years ago

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Lavender Tea and Ice Cream Kisses

Part 2 of Tealeaves for Heart and Home: A Malec (HumanAU) A/B/O series about re-finding lost loves and learning to build a family anew.

Part one

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Alec slips out of Magnus’ bed in the blue-grey light of early morning, pressing his scent carefully into Magnus’ pillow. He hopes to be back before Magnus wakes and definitely before Max. Just in case though, he searches until he finds a scrap of paper and writes a short note with his phone number at the bottom.

Magnus

I ducked out to grab a change of clothes and hopefully get the three of us breakfast. I promise to be back before you miss me. If you wake before I’m back, give Max a kiss for me.

Alec

He sets the note right where Magnus will see it, tucks the blanket a little closer to Max and forces himself to leave. He dials his sister quickly as he hurries toward the subway, hoping she won’t be too angry about being woken early.

“Alexander Lightwood you’d better be calling because you need a massive favor.”

“I need a massive favor.”

“You better not have already fucked things up with Magnus.”

He makes an affronted sound and dodges a sleepy kid on a skateboard, “No. I have to rush home to change clothes, I don’t want to spend a whole day with him and Max in a suit and...I need to grab a couple things in case he wants them for...later.”

Izzy makes a delighted sound in his ear, her sleepy grumbles subsiding and he grimaces.

“For his nest you mean? You move quick big brother. What do you need me for? Jace and I already set you out of office for the week.”

Alec decides not to acknowledge her comments and skips to the favor he needs as he starts down the stairs, “I want to grab us breakfast but I won’t have time to do both. Can you please see if the Patisserie near yours can put together some things and bring them to my apartment?”

She sighs, “ You’re not even giving me time to look presentable and Simon’s not even here to do it for me, you definitely owe me.”

“Anything, within reason, you want. Thank you, Iz.”

She makes a noise that’s not exactly nice into the phone and hangs up. He rolls his eyes but he’s smiling as he boards his train.

“I’ve decided you can make it up to me by giving me details.” Izzy announces without so much as a knock of his door. Not for the first time, Alec wishes he’d thought harder about giving her a key.

“I promise you details, to a point, but not right now. I need to get back to them.” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek and takes the boxes from her, “You made it just in time.”

He’d pulled on his shoes just a moment before. She laughs and tucks a little slip of paper into the front of the top box.

“You’re lucky I’m such a good sibling. I can wait for info but you’d better text me a picture or two of that adorable kid. He is...he’s yours, isn’t he?” She gets a little quiet at the end and Alec pauses where he’s half out the door.

He smiles, soft and big. He tries to tell his heart to slow down but he’s so overwhelmingly happy about the last eighteen hours, “Yeah. Max is mine...he’s amazing, I can definitely send you a picture and...hopefully he can get to know his aunts and uncles soon.”

Izzy’s big eyes sparkle, both with her delight and unshed tears and Alec clears his throat, “Okay, I really have to go.”

She nods and shoos him away.

Alec had slipped out the backdoor that morning, the thumb lock allowing him to ensure the door locked behind him. That’s a problem now, of course.

He laughs at himself, standing outside of Pandemonium with his boxes of pastries and no way to contact Magnus, since he never got his number. He can’t believe he’s managed to do this.

Before he can really settle into berating himself or resign himself to just sitting on the ground until a reasonable hour to start shouting Magnus’ name, a sound draws his attention. Next to Pandemonium is a stately looking antiques shop and the door swing open to reveal a man dressed, well, a bit like an antique himself. His salt and pepper hair is in a disarray and his beta scent is old books and black tea. He squints at Alec.

“You are Alexander Lightwood.”

It’s not a question but Alec doesn’t know what to do but nod and the man huffs, “Locked yourself out?”

Alec laughs, embarrassed, “I was...overeager about grabbing breakfast. You know Magnus?”

“I should say so, I got that little shit out of his father’s reach when he finally realized his life was worth more than being Asmodeus’ bargaining chip. Catarina told me you’d showed up again yesterday.” The man sounds unbearably fond as he insults Magnus and Alec smiles despite himself.

“My siblings were working on a community outreach project and they heard about his shop. My sister ran up eight flights in her heels to drag me here as soon as they realized. I never…” He feels like he has to justify himself to this man, “I never wanted to leave him. I’ve prayed for his happiness everyday. I’m grateful to you for getting him, getting them, safe.”

The man nods slowly, “I always thought that Magnus had romanticized you in his head...but I can see that maybe he didn’t. I’m Ragnor and if you give me a moment I can get a spare key and let you back-”

“Daddy!”

Alec’s head jerks up, as does Ragnor’s, and his eyes widen in horror.

Max is leaning out of the third floor window, his little body leaned far forward and one little hand waving. Before Alec can do more than choke his name and take a frantic step under his son, strong hands are jerking Max back inside.

He blinks, then lets out a shaky breath and turns to Ragnor who just nods and rushes to get his spare key.

Alec hurries up the stairs, hoping Ragnor locks the door behind him, needing to make sure Magnus is okay after Max’s little stunt.

He hears them before he sees them.

“-because I can fly, Ayah! I’ve been watchin’ the birds and I know how.” Max sounds determined and Alec’s heart clenches.

“Human bones are much heavier than birds, Blueberry, we can’t fly like they can.” Magnus tells him, voice soothing. Alec rounds the corner into the living room then, setting the boxes of their breakfast on the side table. Max turns to him with a big smile.

“It’s okay if I didn’t fly, Daddy would’ve catched me!”

Alec blinks away the hot tears those words summon, Max is already so sure of him. He swears to himself, then and there, to do his best to always catch his son. He locks eyes with Magnus and suddenly the distance between them is unacceptable. He strides to where Magnus is sitting on the floor, holding Max’s little hand, and drops to gather them both into a tight hug.

Max giggles and snuggles in close. Magnus tips his chin to look at Alec with a little, relieved smile and the lingering scent of fear fades with his affection.

“You look very James Dean, darling.”

Alec laughs and shrugs, “I just grabbed anything that wasn’t work clothes. I meant to be back before you were up, but, uh, I didn’t think about the locks.”

Magnus’ brows furrow, “How did you get back in?”

“Ragnor.”

“Ah. Forgot I gave him a key. He was nice?” Magnus demands and Alec nods, pressing a kiss to Max’s curls as he let’s Magnus go.

“Yeah. I have the feeling he was getting ready not to be but, well, I was holding breakfast and telling him thanks for helping you when Max decided to scare us. Not the best moment to grill me.” He pokes Max’s side, “Please don’t hang out of windows, little bat.”

Max nods easily and presses his face into Alec’s neck, “ ‘kay. Did you bring food?”

Magnus rolls his eyes, “Ready to eat everything in the house already. He’s going to be a nightmare as a teenager.”

“Well for now, I brought French pastries.”

Magnus stands up with a little wink, “A man could get used to this Alexander.”

Alec doesn’t have words to answer, finally registering what Magnus is wearing. He’s wrapped in a black silk robe, open over his chest, and with only the faint traces of yesterday's makeup and his hair a mess he’s beautiful.

“Breakfast!” Max crows, wriggling in Alec’s arms and distracting him from Magnus’ gorgeous self, not that his attention has gone unnoticed if the pleased curl of Magnus’ scent can be believed.

Alec let’s him go and pushes to his feet, grabbing the boxes and setting them on the table as Magnus grabs plates. Max climbs into a chair and his eyes are wide as he sees the croissants and danishes that Izzy chose, along with three fruit tarts that Magnus zeroes in on.

“Save me one of those.” He points one perfectly polished finger toward the tarts, “I’m going to make us some tea.”

He hurries back into the kitchen before Alec can protest and he shakes his head, turning to Max.

“What would you like, Max?”

The little boy lifts a hand to his ear, tugging at the lobe as he looks seriously at the food. His little face scrunches as he concentrates and Alec bites his cheek to stop himself from cooing aloud.

“Can I have two, Daddy?”

Alec smiles gently, “I think your Ayah would be okay with that, but let’s start with half of each okay? Which ones?”

Max hesitates, but must find Alec’s answer acceptable because he points to one of the fruit tarts and a pain au chocolat . He grins at his plate as Alec carefully sets half of each treat in front of him. Max smells like pure joy and sweet delight. Alec smiles in sudden understanding, Max smells a little like blueberries under his happiness.

“Lavender tea.” Magnus announces, setting a tea tray down and looking askance at Alec.

“Yes please. Max?”

“Thank you Ayah!”

Magnus hums and pours them all cups while Alec puts a plate together for each of them and the scent of gentle contentment curls around them. He feels light within, like he’s living inside of a perfect moment. He acknowledges but releases the urge to try and hold onto the moment, he’s happy enough just living it right now.

Magnus thinks his heart might actually be in danger of melting. Alec is crouched next to Max, both of them watching a caterpillar munching away, Alec is whispering and pointing and Max looks amazed. They’ve already been at it for a few minutes but Magnus doesn’t mind.

They're both wearing gray shirts and blue jeans and Alec’s leather jacket is tossed over his shoulder carelessly.

He pulls out his phone and takes a couple pictures, debates sending one to Isabelle (she had stuck her phone number on top of their breakfast with a note for Magnus to text her) and ends up sending one to Cat.

Magnus 11:05a

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I think Alexander is going to be the favorite by the end of the day.

Catarina 11:05a

Please, Max thinks you hung the stars. Be careful.

Magnus frowns a bit at that, but just sends back a smiley face. He understands that his friends are nervous about this, he’s nervous about it. Watching as Alec carefully helps Max hold the caterpillar, grinning, he has to admit he’s not worried about Alec and Max. It’s been clear since the moment Alexander realized that he’s more than willing to be a part of their son's life. Magnus is most worried that Alec’s built up some version of him that the real thing won’t measure up to, he’s worried maybe he’s done the same.

He was so full of hope and certainty the night before, pressed close to Alexander on the balcony, his dream come true. The light of day reminded him, no matter how much he hated it, that they don’t know each other well enough to make a commitment to each other, like… like mating. Max carefully puts the caterpillar back and Alec blows a little raspberry on his arm, making the little boy giggle. Magnus wants this so badly though, it’s an ache he’s ignored for years but with Alexander holding their son’s hand, smiling at him as they come back to the bench he’s been waiting on, he wants.

“There was a bug, Ayah!”

He laughs and takes Max’s other hand, “I saw, did Daddy tell you about it?”

Max nods enthusiastically, “He said it was gonna be a butterfly, he even knew what kind!”

“Did he?” Magnus looks to Alec, teasing. The alpha blushes but laughs helplessly.

“Izzy loves science and I always thought insects were interesting, we were regulars at the butterfly pavilion.”

“Well that is just charming Alexander, but Max, if you want to bring home any bugs, please tell me so I can make Daddy deal with it.” Magnus gave a playful shiver and stuck out his tongue and they both laughed at him.

“I promise.” Max sounds so serious when he says it but a second later he’s tugging both their hands, “Come on! To the park!”

They follow his insistent tugs, sharing fond looks. Technically they’re already in the park, but Max insists that “just plants” isn’t a park so he’s pulling them toward the play area. There are plenty of other kids running around for Max to play with but Magnus knows his routine.

“Swings first?” he asks and Max nods seriously.

“Yes. Push me?”

“Of course.”

Max lets them go to run to the swingset and makes an impatient gesture when he realizes they haven’t both run after him. Magnus rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to Alexander’s cheek, “Duty calls.”

“I’m sure I’m required too.”

Max is now calling out to both of them, looking every inch the demanding five year old and Magnus laughs, “Indeed. Last one to him buys ice cream!”

He hears Alec shout “Hey!” as he takes off running with a wide grin. Max must understand some of what he’s done because he starts laughing and shouting, “Go Ayah!”

Alec beats him by a millisecond but considering he started at a disadvantage it’s impressive and Magnus raises an eyebrow as Max delights in how fast they were running.

“It’s only a little race Alexander.” He says, voice a little lower.

Alec tips his chin, “I may be, just a little bit, competitive.”

Magnus presses his lips together to stop from laughing especially as Max makes an impatient huffing noise between them.

Eventually Max tires of the swings and joins in some elaborate game a group of children have going that seems to center around the slides. Magnus expects they’ll find a bench to keep an eye on him but Alec plops into a swing with a little hum.

They don’t say much to each other as they swing, but it’s lovely all the same. They move away when another family comes to the swingset, making room and grinning at each other. Alexander wraps an arm around him and they stand, watching Max and chatting quietly.

Alec tells him about Found and how he’s hoping to be able to launch the service by the end of the quarter and Magnus stares at him.

“You’re a good man, Alexander.”

Alec blinks at him and shrugs, “I’m just trying to be better than my parents were. Lightwood & Co is one of the largest holding companies in the country but it has an awful past. There’s a lot for me to make up for. If I can use my position to help people and to make changes to some of the things my parents did it’s my responsibility to do it.”

Magnus kisses his cheek easily, “Exactly. A good man.”

Alec just shakes his head, “What about you? How long have you had the tea shop?”

“Just a tea shop? I’m offended.” Magnus keeps his tone playful enough and Alec just rolls his eyes, nudging him for the answer, “I opened Pandemonium three years ago. Max and I were settled, I had savings and an idea. At first it was just a little online tea shop where I tried to promote information for anyone living in a bad situation, but then my...my father died.”

Magnus watches Max come down a slide, gathering himself for a moment. Alexander squeezes him closer.

“He never removed me from his will, I didn’t want the company and he didn’t leave it to me but, he left me a good deal of his personal wealth. I used some of it to open the shop and donated a lot of it to local shelters and organizations that I work with now. It’s been brick and mortar for two years now. I sell tea, curios, and a safe place. My home is on the third floor but the second is broken into several small suites that I allow people in immediate crisis to stay in. It’s not the type of place someone would look for them and I connect them with services and people who can get them away and get them legal aid.”

“If I’m a good man, you’re a great one Magnus. That’s an amazing thing to do.” Alec shifted so he could hold Magnus against his front, chin resting on his shoulder, “Hopefully I can help.”

“Help?” Magnus’ nose wrinkled, did Alec think Magnus expected his money or name?

Alec hummed, nosing at his jaw a little and Magnus realized his scent had probably sharpened with his uncertainty, “Only if you want. Izzy and Jace stopped by yesterday to ask you about your interest in being part of a community outreach program they pitched to me. Obviously they didn’t get to that when they saw you.”

Magnus relaxed at that, it wasn’t because of who he was, “That sounds like we need to have a business meeting. Isn’t that a conflict, Mr. Lightwood?”

Alec chuckled, his lips brushing Magnus’ cheek as he pressed their faces together, “It would be, except I’m not heading the project, I just signed off on the idea.”

Magnus promises to consider it but they move on from work easily. Alexander doesn’t let him go and Magnus leans into him happily as they watch Max and share stories of their own childhoods. Alec has far more of them, but his parents don’t factor into any of them and Magnus wonders if their lives were all that different.

“Anyways, Jace watched a bunch of stuff about Annie Oakley and begged for a BB gun, which he got because no one ever could tell him no. That was trouble enough, but he showed Izzy Annie’s trick of shooting cards and she thought it was the coolest thing she’d ever seen. They spent all afternoon practicing while I was studying and then they came to get me to show me, but Izzy’s always been….a force of nature and Jace is reckless. They thought it would be the height of spectacle for Jace to throw the card in front of me and Izzy would shoot it out of the air.”

Magnus gasps at the story, “They didn’t.”

Alec nods seriously, chin bobbing against Magnus’ shoulder, “They did. I was sort of proud because Izzy did put a hole straight through the middle, but my eyebrow was on the other side. I knew I was fine but I let them panic a little at all the blood because I thought they might learn their lesson that way.”

“And did they?” Magnus leans to look at Alec’s amused expression.

“Yes and no. Izzy’s an expert marksman, she keeps her carry license up to date and Jace refuses to even touch a paintball gun without a full safety check for everyone involved. He was an EMT for a couple of years too.”

“So they figured the lesson was to get better at it, not stop?”

Alec makes a face, “Yeah. Family trait I’m afraid.”

Magnus thinks about every time he was caught sneaking out and all the loopholes he exploited in his father’s rules and sighs.

“Max is going to be a terror one day, he gets it from both sides.”

“Oh?”

Magnus laughs, watching their son help a younger boy down the slide, “You met me in a questionable club in Jakarta. I told you I’d snuck out of my house for the night and you made me show you my ID to prove I wasn’t underage. Between the two of us I think you have more of the good streak.”

Alec makes a mock affronted noise and then he whispers, “I put a baby in you that night Magnus.”

It shouldn’t be hot, but Alec’s voice is warm and deep and Magnus can feel the slow curl of desire in his belly. Alec skims his nose along his throat, breathing in deep and Magnus flushes when he realizes Alec can smell his interest.

“We are at a park for fuck’s sake.”

Alec kisses his cheek and backs off, “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m not usually so uh...forward.”

“Just me?”

“Yes.” Alec laughs, “Well and being around you has burned through the suppressant I was due to renew next week. I’ve not been off of them in years and it’s a bit...intense.”

Magnus takes that in, Alexander is probably hyper aware of his scent right now, even more because of Max. Alpha’s are often more sensitive to their partner’s, mate or not, with a new child around and since Max is new for Alec it has to be triggering some things.

“You said there’d been no one else?” Magnus steps away from his grasp, they need to be looking at each other to talk like this, but he tangles their fingers together.

“No, I-” Alexander takes a deep breath, “I couldn’t stomach the thought, no one else smelled right. I tried to move on but I had one rut and it was difficult so I didn’t...I never tried. I didn’t want to, honestly.”

Magnus squeezes his fingers, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I wasn’t much for romance in the first place, I’d only gone on a handful of dates before you, had one ill-fated relationship, if you could really call it that. I missed you more than I wanted to find someone else.” He looks away, tracking Max and Magnus studies him for a moment.

Alec is content but there’s a fading distress in his scent and Magnus gets the impression the rut he went through was more than just difficult.

“I dated a few people, after I had Max.” He offers and Alec glances at him, carefully neutral, “Some of them were lovely but none of them fit, most of them never even got to meet him. One of them stayed something of a friend for a little while, so he did, but we drifted apart, as friends do. He met one of the others but he didn’t like her and happily tried to kick her out of the house. He was three.”

Alec laughs at that, “Did he tell you why?”

Magnus bites his lip and nods, “He told her she was very pretty but not very nice and that she should leave because she was just making me sad. I might have tried to salvage it but Camille thought I was in the kitchen and told him to keep his “bastard little mouth shut” so I let Max see her out.”

Alec’s jaw clenches hard and Magnus winces, he should’ve probably cut that part out.

“Well, if she ever comes near you again I’ll do the honors this time.” Alec’s voice is steady but there’s a thread of protective, righteous anger in the way he smells and it makes something in Magnus endlessly pleased.

“Ayah!” Max interrupts them, dashing toward them with something in his little hands, “Daddy!”

They both kneel down so he can show them and he opens his hands to reveal a pretty little blue stone, “That girl gave it to me, she said I was really nice and blue was a nice color!” He points to a little girl with brown curls and a red bow who waves at them with a big smile.

“That’s great Max! Did you tell her thank you?” Magnus checks. His son might be destined to be a hellion, but he’ll be a hellion who minds his manners if Magnus can manage it.

“Yes! I told her she could have tea someday too.”

Alec carefully helps Max tuck the stone in his pocket and Magnus nods, “If an adult brings her to the shop I’ll make sure she gets some. Now, how about you, me, and daddy go for some ice cream?”

Max lights up and shouts a happy goodbye to the other kids, some of them wave but most are enthralled with their game.

Max picks all three of their flavors in the end and Alec and Magnus have to discreetly swap cones when he’s distracted. Magnus likes cookie dough much better than the bright blue cotton candy that Alec is happily eating and he makes a face.

“I don’t like the dough chunks.” Alec mumbles, hurrying to catch a drip with his tongue, “They’re too sugary.”

Magnus just looks from him to the vibrant blue treat and Alec shrugs. He’s ridiculous and Magnus should not like it as much as he does, but he does. They’re sitting at a metal table with a big umbrella overhead outside the ice cream shop and the breeze is nice.

Max himself has mint chip and is cheerfully licking away, looking far too cute as his feet kick where they don’t touch the ground. His wavy hair is a mess from all his play and sitting beside Alexander, both of them catching stray melting drops no one could deny they’re relation.

“Oh!” Alec fumbles for his phone, “Magnus could you take a picture of us, I promised I’d send one to Izzy.”

Magnus grins, navigating Alec’s phone with one hand so he can get the camera pulled up, “Smile!”

Max looks up with a big toothy grin but Alec huffs, “Meant like a selfie of all of us, I’m terrible at them and my fingers are sticky.”

Magnus blinks and then he’s grinning and shuffling his chair so he can get all of them and their ice cream cones, aware that Alec can probably smell how fucking happy he is.

He takes a couple and turns to look at Alec, Max focused on his cone again, “That good?”

“One more.” Alec says and then he’s leaning across the table, sticky blue lips meeting Magnus’ and he snaps a photo before shifting to kiss Alec a little better.

Chapter 2

Max resists the pull of sleep until late. He’s pouting adorably between sleepy little blinks by the time he’s too tired to protest Magnus putting him to bed and Alec can’t stop smiling at the sight. He joins them in Max’s bedroom, the space awash with blue’s and soft things, stars painted across the ceiling. The child-sweet scent of him is heavy here, the bright blueberry curl of his contentment makes Alec relax further.

His little boy is well loved, not that he expected anything else of Magnus. He sits on the edge of Max’s little bed and tucks the blankets close around him as Magnus gently strokes his cheek, singing a lullaby. Alec doesn’t speak the language, but he hums along. Max falls asleep easily, his little mouth open for his heavy breaths and his hand curled loosely beside Magnus’ wrist.

They sit companionably, just ensuring that Max is really out, for a while. Eventually they pull themselves away from the boy, quietly shutting the door and heading for the living room.

Magnus tugs Alec to sit beside him on the couch with a little smile and they stay close.

“Thank you.”

Alec’s brows draw together and he smiles, bemused, “What for?”

Magnus smiles back, a slow, sleepy thing, “Spending today with us. It was lovely.”

“Magnus...of course. I want to spend plenty more days like this. My schedule has definitely been cleared for this week so if it’s alright I’d like to be here?” He traces the tips of his fingers over the back of Magnus’ hand.

Easily tangling their fingers together Magnus hums and his warm sleepy sandalwood scent gains a hint of sharpness, “ I’m glad you want to but...not everyday.”

Alec can’t help the way he tenses but he refuses to jump to conclusions, they’ve wasted enough time, “Okay? If I’m going to be in the way or anything, please, tell me.”

Magnus shakes his head with a rueful twist to his lips, “No such thing, I’d love having you in my way. I just...I know last night we talked about wanting more, wanting to be mates,” he takes a breath, “and I do want that but I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. It feels so perfect right now, being with you, but we don’t really know each other as well as we should if we’re going to take that kind of step. We’ve not had to juggle our work, our relationship, and our son. I think we need to give ourselves the space to do this properly, not rush into things together because we missed our first chance. That could ruin us again.”

Alec blinks but listens. Magnus is right, they need to do this right. They don’t have to be cautious but they do need to give themselves some time to learn about each other, about annoying habits and tender spots. Magnus has never seen him on a three day work and worry streak, he doesn’t know Magnus’ vices or his working habits.

“I think that sounds like wisdom speaking. So I know another thing now, I know you’re wise.”

Magnus laughs and the sharpness in his scent fades, the warmth of them together burrowing into Alec’s chest.

“You are definitely never allowed to have tea with Ragnor, he would do his best to dissuade you of that.” Magnus winks.

“I agree with you about not rushing into things but...why not spend the week together? Maybe not every night, but the days?” Alec is careful to make it clear he’s only curious.

“Aside from how likely it is we would overwhelm each other a bit? Max. He’s always wanted a Daddy and you’re so good with him but I worry that if you’re here so much and then not when you go back to work he’ll be hurt by it. I just, I don’t want to do anything to make him think he can’t be exactly himself around you or that you might not be staying in his life.” Magnus’ free hand twists in the air as he talks, nervous.

Alec sighs and leans a little more firmly against Magnus.

“I don’t want to make him think anything like that. I want to do right by both of you. What do you think about every other day? Maybe?”

Magnus relaxes against him, “I think that would be perfect, and I think that I’m going to text you enough on the days you aren’t here you won’t even miss us.”

Alec presses a kiss to his temple and says, low, “I’d miss you if you were in the next room, I’ve missed you for years.”

He doesn’t miss the way that Magnus’ cheeks are a little pink as he twists to press a kiss to Alec’s mouth. It’s soft and easy, just lips dragging together, but it’s perfect.

It also reminds Alec of his potential gift.

They part and he shifts to more comfortably face Magnus, “I wanted to ask-and I won’t mind if you don’t want it right now, or at all-” Magnus looks curious, “If it was okay if I left you with something of mine for your nest?”

Magnus’s eyes flicker over him and Alec worries he’s overstepped, but then a soft, surprised smile touches Magnus’ mouth.

“I know I just said we should feel things out but I-” Magnus lifts his chin, unconscious but enough to draw Alec’s attention to his bare throat, “-find that I want your scent around me too much to say no. I would love for you to bring something for my nest.”

Alec glances down with a little smile, “Well...I thought I could give you my shirt. I’m wearing a second layer, Izzy said that it would be better for me to wear what I wanted to give you, so my scent was stronger. I thought um, I could trade it out when it starts to fade.”

Magnus touches the backs of his fingers, rings cool, to Alec’s cheek. His lovely eyes have gone the color of melted caramel with affection and Alec has to drag a breath in through his mouth at his scent, all surprised delight.

“Please.” Magnus nods, “That would be wonderful.”

Alec tugs his plain t-shirt off, the simple undershirt he’s wearing sticking to it for a moment before he separates them. He holds the shirt out to Magnus and has to repress a laugh when he realizes how dazed he looks.

“Magnus?”

“Mmm?” Magnus blinks, looking away from his torso only to stop at his now exposed arms and Alec does start laughing then.

“See something nice?”

Magnus takes the shirt and holds it up to his face, pointedly looking at Alec as he inhales slowly, lips curling up. Alec swallows hard at the obvious display.

“More than nice. You are going to test my self-control, Alexander.”

The noise that catches in Alec’s throat is half-laugh, half alpha want and he watches Magnus’ pupils dilate. Their scents grow spiced and heavy between them, enough that Alec can almost pick his own pine-sharp arousal from Magnus’.

Magnus’ tongue darts out to wet his lips and Alec sways momentarily closer, before he catches himself. He leans away and watches Magnus blink, face falling a little.

“As badly as I want to kiss you, I think we both need a second.”

Expression clearing, Magnus rolls his eyes, “We are being a bit ridiculous.” He pats the shirt now in his lap, “I’m going to put this where it belongs and then we are going to say goodnight like perfectly reasonable adults.”

They grin at each other and if Alec lets his gaze linger on Magnus’ butt when he walks away, well…

Jace calls Alec a workaholic approximately once a day. Normally Alec just scoffs at him but considering how his day off and apart from Magnus goes, he’s worried his brother is right.

He manages to sleep, though it might have something to do with the way Magnus’ happy scent is stuck to the jacket he drapes over his pillow. He wakes a little later than usual and tries to drag out his morning routine.

By the time he’s sitting at the table that he only owns for nights when his siblings and their mates come over, he’s listless. He swirls his coffee a little, the syrup he uses already well mixed in. After staring a little longer he decides he’s allowed a treat and goes for the whipped cream.

He sprays it into his cup and raises it to take a sip, only to stop.

For six years he’s accompanied his coffee with a quiet wish for Magnus’ joy, with a little push for the universe to be gentle to the omega he’d loved and lost. The thought of not doing so leaves him bereft.

Alec tugs his phone toward him and snaps a picture of his coffee, the tower of whipped cream leaning a little to the side. He sends it to Magnus with a little sunrise emoji.

Alec 8:06a

Here’s a secret about me, take it to your grave… I love whipped cream.

He sets his phone back down and licks at the cream to keep it from making a mess. He stares at the table with a little frown and thinks: I hope Magnus has a good day, I hope the world is kind to him still. I hope Max smiles.

He makes it until almost three before he gives in. Max has been quietly drawing for an hour and the store has lulled after their lunch rush. No one is currently in need of Magnus and the number of texts he’s received from Alec assure him that the other man is not busy.

As he thinks it he gets another picture. This time it’s of a grumpy looking cat sleeping in a patch of sunlight. Based on the last photos, he’s fairly certain it’s Alec’ living room floor.

Magnus 2:47p

You have a cat?

Alec 2:47p

I might. Church (him) would argue that I am a trespasser in his house. He’s technically a registered therapy animal but he’s so grumpy his last owner gave him up.

Magnus 2:48p

Does he like other cats?

Alec 2:48p

I think so? Clary brought a kitten over once when she was volunteering at a shelter, Church seemed to like it. Why, did you have a cat hidden somewhere?

Magnus 2:48p

There’s a few cats that make their rounds here and I was thinking about getting a kitten for Max’s birthday.

Alec 2:49p

Oh?

Magnus 2:49p

It may, just a tiny bit, possibly, be because I want a kitten very badly.

Bubbles appear to indicate Alec is typing and Magnus decides that he is definitely not too busy for a call. He moves toward the little couch where Max is drawing, hits the button to video call, and waits with a little smile.

The call connects and Alec’s messy hair and warm smile fill the screen. His eyes are bright and he appears to have leaned his phone against something because he’s sitting so he can rest his chin on his folded arms.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Magnus is helpless to the way he grins as he greets Alec.

“ Hey.” Alec hides his mouth in his arms but the gleam in his eyes tells Magnus how pleased he is. He doesn’t get to say anything more though, because the sound of Alec’s voice draws Max’s notice.

“Daddy?” The little boy leans into Magnus’ space, hands braced on his leg as he cranes his head to see the screen.

Magnus laughs as Alec lights up even more, he is just too much looking so delighted, and holds the phone so Max can climb into his lap. The little boy hesitates, grabs the paper he was working on, and then gets situated.

“Hey little bat, what’s that?”

Max smooths the paper out, shy for a moment and then turns it over to examine it. Magnus’ heart clenches when he sees the art his son has been working on. It’s the three of them, clearly, but they all have butterfly wings. Magnus’ are red and gold, Alec’s are blue and black, while Max’s are all four colors. His son is still staring at his drawing.

“You don’t have to show me, if you don’t want to.” Alec says it so very gently and Magnus gives Max a little squeeze of encouragement.

“Here.” Max holds the paper up and Magnus watches the way it affects Alexander. His eyes widen a fraction and his jaw loosens as he takes in the full picture. When he speaks again he has to clear his throat and his eyes are wet.

“That’s really great Max. Our wings are really cool.”

“Mine are like yours and Ayah’s, because I’m made of both of you.”

Magnus has to press a kiss to Max’s hair, working not to let the arm holding his phone out tremble.

“That’s right.” Alec does well at covering for Max, but Magnus can hear how hard he has to work to keep his voice steady.

“I’ll put it somewhere safe so Daddy can see it when he comes over tomorrow, okay?” Magnus says and Max nods, his shyness fading under his parent’s love.

He starts chattering easily enough, asking Alec all about what he’s doing and getting very excited when Alec turns the phone so they can see Church, blinking blearily at them. Magnus doesn’t get to say nearly as much as he wants to before the sound of the singing bowl calls him away, but he leaves his phone with Max.

The sound of his son laughing with Alexander carries him through the rest of his day.

Alec is laying draped over the couch, head in Magnus’ lap. It’s their last day together before Alec has to go back to work and Max has done his best to wear them out. They’d spent hours playing games and taking turns playing villains to Max’s dramatic, magic, hero. He’d been just as exhausted by early evening and they’d read to him together until he’d drifted off curled into Alec’s side.

“You know, I almost had a younger brother named Max.”

Magnus hums, “Almost?”

Alec shifts, glancing up at him, “He didn’t make it. My mother was different then, a little. She was warmer toward Izzy and Jace at least, but I think losing a baby when she did really took a toll. She learned my father was cheating on her a month or so before and there was a lot going on with the company. I think she sort of blamed everyone around her when it happened, the stress trying to balance personal drama and professional issues caused. She and I... when I was sixteen, just before she found out she was pregnant, I told her I was gay. It didn’t go well, so things were already rocky between us.”

Magnus just listens, carding a hand slowly through Alexander’s hair.

“I guess, when you said his name was Max, I thought it was fitting. In a way it was like another person I lost coming back to me.” Alec frowns, “That sounds like I’m saying...I don’t think of him as a replace for anyone, he’s ours and he’s amazing but it, it means a lot to me that they share a name.”

Magnus sighs, he doesn’t know how to put it into words either, but he understands what Alec is trying to say. He rubs his thumb over one of Alexander’s heavy brows.

“I’m glad too. It’s like I gave him a little of you without knowing.”

Alec’s expression eases and he smiles softly, “Yeah.”

They lapse into quiet again, Magnus trailing touches down Alec’s neck slowly, admiring the man as he relaxes. They let go of the weight of heavy thoughts as they just breathe together.

Quite by accident Magnus fingernails catch on a slow downward drag and Alec sucks in a breath. The scent of serene alpha takes on a spicy edge, the faintest touch of crushed pine.

Magnus swallows and more deliberately runs the edges of his painted nails behind Alexander’s ear.

“Magnus-” Alec’s voice is heavy, warning.

He presses a little harder, mesmerized as he fills his lungs with the growing smell of Alec’s desire. In a moment Alexander has moved.

He’s sitting up, hands gently wrapping around Magnus’ wrists as he leans in, brushing his nose up the column of Magnus’ throat, his breath warm as his ghosts over his pulse. The heat in the room rises, their scents blooming with want.

“Magnus.” Alec whispers the word, the quietness of it doing nothing to hide the desire in it.

Magnus tips his head to the side and gasps at the drag of lips as Alec leaves a line of kisses over his skin until their mouths meet. Alec releases his caught hands and Magnus winds fingers into dark hair, leans into the wide spread of Alec’s fingers as he cradles the omega’s face.

Alec gives into his hungry mouth as Magnus presses into him, insistent and needing. The scent and taste that fills his senses is overwhelming, it’s everything he’s been missing for so long and he refuses to pull away. Alec makes a low sound in his throat, vibrating in his chest for a moment with the edge of alpha that makes ancient biology in Magnus desperate.

The large, hot hands that cupped his face so tenderly grip his hips firmly. Magnus couldn’t say which of them initiates the move, but they’re both pulled along by the tide of shared lust, and he’s pulled fully into Alec’s lap.

He makes a noise of his own, something he’s never heard from himself outside of his worst heats, and Alec surges against him with a low moan. Magnus thinks he could burn to ash under Alexander’s touch, thinks it’d be a sweet way to go and then Alec guides him through a roll of his hips and he doesn’t think much at all.

They don’t part from one another’s mouth except to gasp as they allow friction to build between them. It’s torment to not be bare against one another but stopping long enough to remove anything would be intolerable and definitely not necessary.

Alec shudders and jerks hard against Magnus, even as the omega let’s out an overwhelmed groan and they finally slow.

Foreheads pressed together, they both pant until Alec chuckles breathlessly.

“Something-” Magnus swallows, “-Something funny?”

Alec just laughs again and Magnus is helpless against it, joining in despite the uncomfortable dampness in his pants.

“We are so good at taking this slow.” Alec half-laughs out.

Magnus smacks at his arm, “Maybe if you didn’t smell amazing and taste even better we’d have a chance?”

There’s more than just exertion coloring Alec’s cheeks but he pulls back with his eyebrows raised, “Me? What am I supposed to do with you right in front of me, all-” he trails off, letting go of Magnus’ hip to gesture.

“You just indicated all of me.”

“Exactly.”

Magnus leans forward to smack a kiss to his lips, ignoring the huff of laughter it earns him. He shifts back quickly though, grimacing.

“Need to borrow some pants?”

Alec shifts and cringes, “Underwear, at least. God, we really just did that.”

With as regal a shrug as he can manage, Magnus gingerly slides off of Alec, “I don’t have any regrets.”

He’s trying for an airy sort of tease but he can’t help the little niggle of worry. He knows Alec is still adjusting to the sudden burn-out of his suppressant, mild as the effects can be, and they did agree to do things right this time. Alexander may not have much practice, but he’s already good at knowing when to reassure it seems.

“I could never regret you.” He smiles, like he hasn’t just made another breath-stealing declaration, “Getting carried away with you has, to date, only resulted in the best things.”

Magnus doesn’t have a defense for that, nor the way that Alec wears his every feeling on his sleeve when they’re together. He’s gotten the impression, from the few texts he’s exchanged with Isabelle, that Alexander Lightwood is a stoic, unreadable professional and often taciturn, even in private. None of that holds true when they’re together though, any of it melts after minutes together and Magnus secretly hopes Alec never stops letting all his walls down so easily around him.

“Pants.” Magnus says, instead of voicing any of the swirling joys and worries.

“Pants.” Alec agrees with a silly little wiggle of his hips and an exaggerated face.

He means to go grab them, maybe make them something to drink, and start the enjoyable process of telling Alexander goodnight, but he stops after only a few steps.

“Stay tonight?”

Alec looks surprised, then pleased and he stands, “If you don’t mind that I’ll need to be up early?”

“I’ll text Isabelle to bring you clothes and feed Church if you need, but no, I don’t mind. Max will probably be up with the sun after his early night anyway.”

Alec follows him into his bedroom, politely waiting for Magnus to bring them pants to sleep in. Magnus had told him that he’d made his nest inside the large walk-in closet because it was a safely enclosed space and Alec had been conscientious of it every time he’d been in the bedroom.

“If you text Izzy, because she definitely won’t ask so many terrible questions if it’s you, I can probably stay long enough to help get Max ready for the day.” Alec tells him, stripping out of his pants even as Magnus chokes a little.

“That would be wonderful, darling.”

“I want to be his parent for more than just the fun parts.”

Magnus wonders how many times his heart can take Alec’s sweetness before it just leaps out of his chest and into the man’s hands.

“I know. I want that too. Spend the morning with us if you can manage and, well, once you know what work looks like tell me and we can,” He tries to hide the twist in his stomach at the thought of Alec’s real life taking him away, “we can figure it out.”

Alec looks at him seriously, “Magnus. I am going to make time for you and Max. I have never even taken a sick day, not even for ruts since I’ve been suppressing them, and you can ask anyone, I have a dire need for a social life. The company won’t fall apart if I actually take time to live my life. Even if it would, I'd figure it out to give us the time and effort we deserve.”

“Alexander…” Magnus can feel wetness gathering, “Thank you. I will do my best to put as much effort into this, but we really have to go to bed now.”

“Tired?” Alec sounds concerned and Magnus laughs.

“Yes, darling, but mostly I’m afraid if we don’t get to sleep you’ll keep being absolutely exceptional and sweet and I’ll be overcome.”

Alexander looks delighted by that, “I’m just being honest.”

Magnus tries to glare, but the way he keeps smiling ruins it, “That is precisely what I mean.”

Alec raises his hands in mock surrender as Magnus finally gets changed and slides into bed beside him, but he figures if that’s the only problem they have for the moment it’s well worth it.

Part Three

#Malec #Fanfiction #A/b/O #max lightwood bane #Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #Shadowhunters #Alpha!Alec #Omega!Magnus #Family fic #kid!fic #Dadnus #Tealeaves 2

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sweetmusingss · 4 months ago

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Oscar held his glass up in a Cheers to you before chuckling softly from your words. “We are the only two people on this yacht who could do this, you know. If Lando was watching Titanic with you while on this yacht, he would probably be freaking out and make the captain turn the whole thing around,” he said with a slight smirk before taking a sip of his wine. He was trying to act normal about the fact that you were on his bed right now. You weren’t super close to him but it was enough to give him butterflies and he could smell your intoxicating perfume from where he was sitting, already feeling dizzy. “It’s crazy to think about how different things were 100 years ago. I know, that sounds super cheesy to say probably. Personally, I think we should bring some of this fashion back,” he said when gesturing to the screen.

“I know right. Lando would be having a meltdown and begging to bring us back to shore... Katie would be hyperfocused on the romance aspect and just be all extra googly eyed at Max... the others would probably pass out before the iceberg was even introduced, honestly.” I giggle, taking a long sip of my wine as I look back at the screen, nodding at his comment about how different thnigs were. “It’s not cheesy, things are insanely different now. I mean, for starters, we have computers to alert us about things like icebergs now.” I let out a laugh when he mentions the fashion, nodding. “Oh yeah, do parasols and shawls really do it for you, Oscar?” I look over at him, wiggling my brows suggestively. “You know, that era of fashion was aptly called the ‘Titanic Era’ once the ship sank... as if everyone needed to be reminded about that when they went to buy new dresses or suits.”

“I can’t even imagine how many James Bond movies there truly are,” I laugh softly. “We can add it to the list though and I want to make you watch Twilight with me one day. I think I will have to get you drunk first though,” I tease you, kissing the top of your head gently and pushing your hair back out of your face since it was getting a little longer on top. I rarely got out of my comfort zone with movies, rarely ever watching anything new. If I was watching a movie, I was usually re-watching one of my favorite musicals or comfort movies. “I have never seen a James Bond movie but that’s a good Halloween costume idea for us. I would love to dress up as your Bond girl,” I flirt with you, grateful that you seemed like you were more relaxed now.

Max widened his eyes as you mention Twilight, that being a movie he never had any interest in watching before. But if you wanted to watch it, then he would make a bag of popcorn and settle in without even thinking about glancing at his phone one time, wanting to pay attention for you. “No, I won’t need to be drunk... I think that would make it worse.” Max chuckles, smirking playfully up at you. “I’d love that, babe, but Charles has already taken over that title and honestly, we can think of a much better and sexier duo. I don’t even think James Bond is that cool... he drives a cool-ish car, always an Aston Martin so kinda gross but whatever... and his bond girls aren’t even that hot either. It’s lame.” This was the most Max had talked since before the race, getting back into his yapping ways.

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dreamauri · 10 months ago

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♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 - part three max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ( fluff ) series summary . . . when the lives of an f1 and WEC prodigies collide, they find out they find out that they’re not that different and carve out a place for themselves in each other's hearts. the commentators from Sky Sports call this Lovers Rock.

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thumbs up. you couldn't hold in the smile that curled on your lips as you re-read the comment. exiting your profile and going to dms, you didn't scroll far to reach the desired contact.

'saw you asked for me the other night' you typed, turning you phone off after so you could slip in your bed and shut your eyes for the night. it had been a long day for you and now that you were finally back in your hotel you couldn't wait for some proper rest.

but maybe you could stay up a little longer. Once your phone buzzed from on the nightstand you'd snatched it and unlocked it. 'we were playing fifa and i wanted to beat you' you couldn't feel the wide smile that stuck on your face. 'fifa you say? i might not have my console with me but i have some free time and my soccer shoes' you typed back quickly seeing he was still online and in the chat.

'what do you have in mind?' if your smile could have gotten any bigger, it would've. you sat up looking around your room. after a few seconds of thinking you looked back down at your phone. 'see you in jeddah?'

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The weather didn't bother you that much. you barely ever wear revealing clothes so wearing modest clothes didn't feel odd. you were too busy dribbling the football to be bothered by something irrelevant as clothes anyways, especially since max was chasing you and trying to steal the ball away.

Unlike the dutch who didn't waste any of his time going over to jeddah, you arrived during the evening, sometime after four. it was only at 5:30 did the two of you decide to actually go through with the plan of having a small football match together.

You were very surprised that the dutchman had accommodated for your time together at his hotel, somehow managing to book the tennis courts and take out the nets so you could makeshift a football field. It was a single goalie match, your shoes that you never got to wear making where the goal was.

"That's cheating." You huff-laughed, pushing him back with your shoulder. You must not have been in race mode because Max's reaction time skills were still on. in your moment of weakness he was able to steal the ball and take his shot to the bake shift goal. "Yea!" He cheered throwing his hands up, dabbing.

Crouched down on your knees, you tried to hold in a laugh at max. "That doesn't cpunt! You cheated!" You accused, getting back up on your feet. the time was sometime in early 6 and the sky had taken a nice gold and orange colour. "Contact!" Max fiend hurt as you you pushed your side into his sending him a couple of steps to regain his balance. "a 5-second time penalty for ms. L/N." "A fine for mr. verstappen." "A fine?" max put a hand on his chest making a shocked face. "Oh dear, go easy my bank account."

"Hmm" you put your hands on your hips, pretending to think. "I'm sorry mr. verstappen, but it's pretty big fine." "oh no. How much?" he played along, pretending to be worried and shocked.

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"It's bad they don't serve wine here, I'd be getting two gorgeous bottles of 1945 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti." You hummed, whispering about the wine once the waiter severed your table and left. "1945 what?" Max chuckled as took a sip of his drink ( which was actually just redbull in a fancy glass ) before picking up his fork to begin with the mini feast you ordered.

"Expensive french stuff." you shrugged, starting to eat from your own plate. "How expensive." He asked, chewing and looking at you. You gave another shrug, drinking your own drink (which was also just redbull in a fancy glass) to help swallow. "about 558k?" Max chocked on his food momentarily and you laughed at his reaction.

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thegreencanary · 2 years ago

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Hi friend! Would it be okay if I requested something with Billy Hargrove x reader (his girlfriend) where she shows up at his house but for whatever reason he isn't home yet so Neil invites her in and starts pressuring her to drink with him? Billy comes back at some point and sees her passed out there. Hella angsty pls :')

Okay I love this and I may have gotten a little carried away. It’s pretty intense …. Sorrrrryyyyy but not really

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

TW: Abuse, Alcohol abuse, forcing someone to drink, cursing, assault

MINORS DNI this is some wild stuff. Don’t spoil your preciousness or I’ll tell Steve.

You’re Safe with Me

“Leave it to my son to date a bitchy prude.”

Neil Hargrove had been making comments like that to you for the last thirty minutes. You’d gone over to visit your boyfriend and surprise him with the good news that you got a new car. Neil answered the door and drunkenly explained that Billy was out picking Max up from El’s house (Neil wasn’t nearly that polite about it but you figured out what he was saying.) You insisted on coming back later but Neil scared the shit out of you and he was aggressively telling you to stay and wait for Billy at the house. Now, you found yourself trying to not piss off Billy’s abusive father while he offered you drink, after drink, after drink, after drink. The last comment got under your skin, you never thought of yourself as a bitch or a prude and you huffed in response. That was not the right thing to do around Neil.

“You have something to say bitch? No? Then drink the fuck up. Now!”

Neil punched the wall next to you HARD, hard enough to make you jump and shrink into yourself. Knowing he had no issues with throwing Billy around you got scared and took a drink. A twisted smile worked its way onto Neils face and you sat in silence. He was droning on about Susan and Max and how great his new life was with those two in it. You hated Susan for letting everything go on in the house, she never protected her kids. Billy fell in love with you because you did, you protected him from the depression, the bad thoughts and the hurtful things he would do to self destruct. You looked at Max like your own little sister; she spent a lot of nights at your house just to get away from Neil. You were pulled from your thoughts when the bastard re filled your drink. Just straight Jack Daniels and Neil had his eyes glued on you.

“I’m not going to drink it all at once so you can fucking calm down.”

You were already feeling the effects of the first heavy ass drink. Billy never really liked when you drank because of how little it would take to get you drunk. Steve’s parties always ended super early for you and you’d be passed out in his car before he even got to start drinking. Neil smacked you, almost as hard as he punched the wall. A yelp left your lips and as you straightened up his face was right in yours.

“You watch your mouth whore. Just because you think you can boss my sorry excuse for a son around doesn’t mean you get to come at me you dumb bitch. Now, Drink.”

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Billy was fucking pissed, Max was supposed to be at Hoppers house but she wasn’t there. Hopper said El and her went to fucking Hendersons which probably meant they all went to Wheelers and then to the Byers. Now Billy was driving all over Hawkins looking for Max just to avoid getting the shit beat out of him at home. Pulling up to the school he saw the hellfire coming out and sure enough Max was linked arm in arm with Sinclair…both of them. Lucas and his sister were laughing about something when Max saw Billy. Her face fell and Billy silently cursed at himself. He’d done a lot better at working on their relationship but he hated that she still would be worried about him when he came to get her.

She said her goodbyes and ran to the car, and Billy spoke up before she could apologize.

“It’s a fucking Saturday and you’re at school. I knew you were a nerd but Jesus Christ Max. I thought you weren’t part of the Hellfire club.”

She relaxed and laughed a little, which eased some of Billy’s tension. She was safe, and that’s all that really mattered. Unfortunately he had to take her home where both of them never felt safe. Max told him all bout Lucas’s stuff and Billy didn’t pay attention but he let her talk. She would listen to him talk about you and surprisingly she gave good advice. Maybe it was because you two were so close, and Billy loved that. HIs girl and his sister were the only two people he truly cared about.

Pulling in Billy tensed at the unknown Camaro in the driveway. He was the only one in town with a blue one, so why was there another one in the drive? Max jumped out, knowing it was you and ran inside. Billy was slow to follow just in case he needed to remember the plate if it was one of Neil’s shit friends.

“Y/N?? Wake up!!”

Billy froze. He was at the door but Max’s voice came from the living room. Why were you here? Why did Max sound worried. What the HELL was going on?? Finding his feet Billy turned the corner to see Neil asleep on the couch and you passed out on the floor. Max was over you gently shaking you and Billy started to freak out.

“No no no no no….”

Billy ran to you and checked for a pulse, you were still breathing and your pulse was there so he calmed an iota but you reeked of alcohol. Neil woke up will all the noise and smirked at Billy.

“I tried to break her in, pretty disappointing but shes dating you so I’m not surprised. Get her dumb ass off the floor.”

Billy noticed Max tense up and he gently shook his head at her. Neil definitely roughed you up and he didn’t want Max to get hurt too. Scooping you up he took you into his room, Max followed like a hurt puppy.

“I’ve got this Max. Just lock yourself in your room okay? I’ll let you know if she wakes up.”

It was hushed tones but Max agreed and did what she was told. Billy shuffled around and found some Advil and a glass for water. Really all he could do was wait…but he was stewing in anger. Fucking Neil.

“Fucking…Neil…”

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Pain, grogginess and a migraine rocked you awake. You felt a heavy presence behind you and panic set in before you took in your surroundings. Trying to jump out of whatever you were in, you fell to the floor with a thud.

“Jesus Christ babe. Are you trying to break your whole body?”

Billy. It was Billy thank god, you were in his room, in his bed and safe.

“Oh God my head…do you have any-“

Before you could finish, your baywatch boyfriend had a glass of water and painkillers out for you. God you loved him. His eyes locked onto yours and you noticed all the fresh bruises on his face.

“Oh God was it my fault? I swear to God I want to kill him.”

You pushed past the nasty hangover and the burning feeling on your cheek to inspect his wounds. He stopped you.

“Why the fuck did you drink? With HIM? Why the fuck are you even here?”

You were shocked. He was mad at you?

“Well it wasn’t my plan but i wanted to surprise you. If i would have known I wouldn’t have fucking come over!”

“Surprise me with what? A fucking drunk you passed out on my floor? Can’t say thats my favorite surprise you’ve given me.” It was clear that he was trying to cover how worried and upset his was with just anger. Good days he could talk though his anger with you but bad days, like today, he would go back to the old Billy.

“It’s not like I wanted to drink! He kept fucking saying shit about you and me and then he hit me and practically forced me!”

Billy stood up and punched the wall, it was the same thing Neil did but when Billy did it you flinched because you knew he hurt his hand. You worried for him, he never scared you. You knew he’d NEVER hurt you.

“You shouldn’t have come over. You know how he is.”

The door jiggled, and fear rocked the both of you.

“Boy if you don’t open this god damn door you’re gonna be sorry!”

Your eyes pleaded with Billy to not do it, you two could jump out the window and get to your cars and just go…but neither of you would want to leave Max. Billy unlocked the door and Neil barged in, shoving Billy against the wall.

“What in the blue fuck were you saying before I came in? You want to say it to me or are you still to much of a pussy?”

You winced cried quietly for your boyfriend. He didn’t say a word and let Neil berate him. You knew it was because you were there. Some days he’d try to fight back and of those times he’d sometimes get Neil off his back but not while you were there.

“Huh? Nothing to say? Maybe I should ask your whore.”

That got to Billy. Neil didn’t get how strong his son really was, because he’d never been on the full receiving end of a punch, until now. Neil stumbled backward and blood fell from his nose.

“You’re going to die.”

Father charged at son and you knew you had to do something. Grabbing one of the free weights from the floor you threw it at Neil’s head and he hit the floor like a bag of bricks. You and Billy stood, stunned for a few moments before checking on him. He was alive but you still needed to call an ambulance. He wouldn’t say anything when he woke up because the bruises and wounds on you and Billy both were more than enough for self defense claims.

The silence between the two of you was damning. Billy wanted to say something but he was still pissed. You wanted to run and hug him but you were still pissed.

“You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

“Are you fucking kidding me Billy he was going to kill you I had to do something I couldn’t just sit there and let him beat the shit out of y—“

You were engulfed in a fully body hug as Billy swept you up before you could finish. He was crying. You sighed softly and just let him hold you for however long he needed. Eventually he let you go enough to give you a kiss.

“Don’t ever do anything that dumb again. I can’t lose you.”

You wanted to argue that it wasn’t your fault but a part of you knew that he knew that. You just nodded and sighed.

“So did you see my new car?”

Billy laughed and kissed you again.

“Yeah I get it you’re obsessed with me. Have to have the same car too. It’s kinda gross how much you like me.”

You snorted and lightly shoved him only for him to pull you close again.

“Yeah I love you too Billy.”

“I love you Y/N”

“You better. We have matching cars now.”

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Stranger Things #Stranger Things #Billy Hargrove x you #Billy Hargrove x reader #Billy x you #Billy x reader #Billy could have been saved #Billy x female reader #Billy Hargrove x female reader

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dropthedemiurge · 1 year ago

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Aaaaah well, now I don't even need to write any meta about the finale, you did it so well and it aligns with my thoughts a lot, thank you!*__*

♦ I also think there are some confusing arc/details that felt unresolved or unfinished — but honestly, it's so small compared to EVERYTHING that this series has shown and given to us and beautifully wrapped it up (not in the grand way we might've craved to see it, flashy wedding and equal rights for all and fame, but in the realistic comforting way we needed, right, kawi?), most of it was just right and sooo satisfying.

♦ "but like, my dude is ace" – I laughed so much, thank you xD I am still wrangling my thoughts around last episodes, but after your post, I think, I can make peace with ep 10 as well. If that amusement park day was also a 'wrong' moment in perfect timeline that gets to be fixed with Pisaeng and Kawi on equal footing, with them even closer to understanding and taking care of each other, knowledgeable that whatever comes in their lives, they are ready to face it together without lack of communication...

Maybe, like you said, Ep 12 is exactly that communication scene we were waiting for. Just not in a straightforward discussion way. That was the missing scene where Kawi found his peace and bravery that left viewers confused before. He changed his mind not after Max's hurtful comments and Pisaeng's pressure. But after re-living that day and learning about their lives, having to be strong for Pisaeng and meeting him equally (I kinda headcanon that Kawi's conscience was still travelling with Pisaeng somewhat in a sub-level state too).

(Now Ace!Kawi can live and I don't have to be worried for him xD they do have sex quite regularly per ep.12 talk but it's not anxious/pressuring; like life montage shown, it's nowhere near their priority and them basking in casual intimacy and comfort throughout years was sooo adorable and sweet)

♦ Oh! About that – I also think like you said, sometimes we can be strong for each other but not ourselves. It's relatable to me and I learnt somewhere one thing. Kawi, seeing Pisaeng freaking out and scared and doubtful about them, might've switched from 'child mode' (being anxious, having no control, with need of someone to drag him along, needing advice – for valid reasons, but i'm talking about his response/reaction) to 'parent mode' (staying patient and calm, reassuring and explaining things to someone, giving out advice and taking care and tugging someone along with you). That mental switch ACTUALLY can be fast and make a drastic change in behavior, and I can see that happen with Kawi towards Pisaeng when he clocks something is wrong :D

It's really funny though if you remember Kawi from first episode and compare it with Kawi-reaching-zen in the finale (as someone on tumblr said Kawi's like 'nah i love my average life' *strums guitar with the content smile* lmao). The character development for everyone in BMF is SO great and so well done. I love them all. P'Waa, take my heart.

♦ And the fact that BMF has so many layers that speak to the viewer and somehow we actually learn the same lessons that characters do – and not just because we see consequences for fictional people, but because we are made to apply the lessons as we interact with the series while watching. We are looking back and recontextualizing some moments, we change our thoughts, like our own version of timelines.

If you finished Be My Favorite, you are certainly not the same person you were as you started it. For some even their opinion on the show/Kawi changed drastically, for others the change is in lesser ways and thoughts.

It's fascinating and I don't even know how P'Waa did it. But it's there, and I'm freaking amazed. Be My Favorite precious unique gem of BLs (QLs? Even Thai series overall?).

Be My Favorite, Lets Reflect

Okaaaay I’ve decided this is happening today after all because who knows what the combined power of Only Friends and Laws of Attraction is about to do to my brain.

Full Disclosure: I’m an optimist and I’m easy to please. If I finish a show, that typically means I liked it. This final episode could have been an actual disaster and I probably would have given this show 8/10 and watched it again in the future.

Tagging the people who have been watching along with me, in case you wish to read my final thoughts, getting to be a part of this experience with you has been an absolute delight no matter how late you joined! @shouldiusemyname @thegalwhorants @plantsarepeopletoo @lurkingshan @pandasmagorica @twig-tea @waitmyturtles @benkaaoi @telomeke @dribs-and-drabbles @stuffnonsenseandotherthings @clairificusrex @williamrikers @grapejuicegay @dropthedemiurge @bengiyo

With all that said here goes

Themes that felt unfinished

The whole thing with any and all parents, but especially Piseangs felt somewhat unresolved/glossed over.

I have no idea what the point of the Kwan/Not storyline was??

Themes that felt reasonably resolved but could have been pushed more

Looking back I kind of like that the fighting for rights storyline was most strongly played out through Max. This was consistent all the way through and while I do definitely think this show could have chosen a different direction and taken a stronger stance, I’m not mad about this.

I genuinely think that the fact Kawi tried and then DIDN’T LIKE the rollercoaster after episode 10’s EXTREMELY ON THE NOSE POINTING (apparently this one still invokes strong emotions huh) kind of make’s ace!kawi pretty close to canon, they clearly still have sex which is totally fine in my books but like, my dude is ace.

Where have I landed overall?

Using my unnecessarily lengthy 5 category system of rating and review this show ended up at 92% 21st out of 82 BLs 12th out of Thai BLs, Greater Recommendation

I want to be clear here, 92% is HIGH and I loved this show A LOT, the ending very much included. Also I normally wait longer to give something a rating so this could waver but likely only by a couple of percent either way

What Was My Takeaway? -It’s about Control

Okay so this is definitely influenced at least in part by my readings of @lurkingshan (here) and @waitmyturtles (here) posts and I loved how the framing of the serenity prayer in Shan’s takeaway (original post by @shortpplfedup here) lined up perfectly with my thoughts so I will put that in here

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I cannot accept, And the wisdom to know the difference

So much of this show was about Kawi learning that control and change isn’t resolved through force but instead through trust and patience. In the first half of the show, Kawi tries again and again to alter things into perfection, and he fails each time. He learns that only his own actions can be controlled, not even his own feelings are entirely within his grasp. He learns to hold on to the things that matter and let go of what can not be.

He father dies but he gets a chance to see him again, and to convey his feelings sincerely building up the relationship before the end.

He learned that even with a second chance, some things can’t be changed, and no matter how hard he tried his dad still died.

He gains a beautiful found family, so different from the family he was trying to build with Pear before he understood himself.

I feel like episodes 10 & 12 dragged my right down into my feels about the things control can change. Because to me, everything that happened in the theme park in episode 12, juxtaposed in my head against everything that happened in the theme park in episode 10 highlighted how much change control can wrought.

In episode 12 we have the shifted perspective, Piseang has come back, Piseang is panicked and fearful and Kawi clocks this immediately, and what does he do, he stays completely calm, in this same time, but in the original timeline (ep10), Kawi is lacking all control. Max has pointed out to him that Piseang probably want’s sex and Kawi is NOT SURE how he feels about that. He tries to regain some equilibrium by taking them out but refusing to ride and ends up more and more prickly and uncertain at Piseangs every nudge.

Opposite this we have our episode 12 timeline where our focus is all different, Kawi is pulling Piseang along with him and encouraging him to accept the future even as they enjoy a lost moment of the past. A moment now filled with much greater joy for both of them because with the pressure gone, Kawi is ready to face anything if it makes Piseang happy.

I have seen some interesting thoughts about Kawi being affected by the knowledge of his possible death, and maybe this is it, but to me this change felt different. For some people it’s easier to be strong when someone else is being weak, because we can’t always be strong for ourselves, sometimes we have to be strong for others. Kawi’s focus in this second timeline was outward rather than inward and it fundamentally changed the experience for both of them.

Piseang hadn’t really been weak much in their relationship, even in the most developed future where they aren’t together, he is there, steady and waiting for Kawi to need him.

In this episode Kawi had to be steady and this put them on more equal footing than ever before because Kawi has grown so much. We have seen his change, his arc was immense and, to me at least, immensely satisfying. Getting to see this Kawi in episode 12, the one who is calm and sure in the face of his partners uncertainty highlighted how these two will work and grow together in the future we had already seen.

It made me like episode 10 more

(I have specific thoughts about consciousness and whether or not the latter scenes in ep10 occur with Kawi’s knowledge of future!Piseang laid out at the bottom of this very interesting thread. In short(ish), my takeaway is that the memories of Kawi’s second day at the amusement day are dormant but present in Kawi’s mind, influencing his actions. To me when he reaches out to Piseang at the restaurant towards the end of episode 10, after Piseang has travelled back to the future

this is an extension of the reaching out we see Kawi doing throughout episode 12

This gif was posted by @wanderlust-in-my-soul as a part of this post which is all the times Kawi and Piseang hold hands in ep 12 (often with Kawi reaching out). Even if Kawi doesn’t consciously know it, he is influenced by the events of episode 12 in the latter parts of epiosde 10, this also makes me feel better about the episode 10/11 sex scene for the record)

It made me like episode 11 more (and I already liked this one!)

It made me glad to have been so wrong about where I thought episode 11 and 12 would go.

Because the finale drew us back in to the core of the show. It let go of the things that could not be finished and brought together the things that could. Making us the audience sit with the very themes Kawi had learned.

@dropthedemiurge actually put it so beautifully that I’ve just stolen (and slightly paraphrased) their words straight out of this post

“the final episode was not here to yell, but instead to speak softly and soothe your worries until you find the courage to live and stay smiling, content with discovering the right way to live”

I was left warm and fuzzy, content and satisfied, I could never be mad at a show for that.

#i actually wanted to add some thoughts in the tags #but uuuhhh i guess i ended up writing my own meta and i said i won't do it #but yes bmf is just that show #be my favorite #be my favorite meta #be my favourite series #no but your post is:(( comforting too

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