#scott/penelope

[idontknowreallywhy]

A cute one for @tagloveandthunderbirds

Unspoken Fluff Starters

Giving them their coat: Scott & Penny

Clandestine

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Romance/Friendship Characters: Penelope, Scott

It wasn't that there would be a scandal if it got out, she just didn't want the world to know every detail of her relationships.

...Did I just write a romance fic? I think I did? That was unexpected, but it was where my muses jumped at this prompt, so here we are. I'm going to preface this by saying I am quite content with the canonical Pen&Ink ship, but I do find the idea of an earlier relationship with Scott (with an amicable end that has nothing to do with Gordon!) an interesting scenario to explore - people who have been following me a while may remember a teaser chapter I did earlier this year about Gordon finding out.

Ages in this fic are Penelope, 18, and Scott, 19. At this point, she's only met Scott and John out of the brothers. There is kissing but nothing more, although they are hormonal teenagers.

Unspoken Fluff Starters

Cashmere peacoat buttoned up tightly against the autumn chill, eighteen year old Lady Penelope accepted Parker’s assistance out of the car with all the elegance and grace expected of someone of her status. Her hair had been left loose, artfully styled to appear the smarter side of casual, yet also free enough to bounce back into position should anything ruffle it slightly during the evening.

The streets of Oxford were well-lit, yet simultaneously preserved the dark night skies above with their specially designed street lighting. It was something her good friend and course mate John Tracy approved of. Her heels – high stiletto because one did not mingle with certain Tracys without an extra couple of inches of height – clipped professionally against the worn street as she thanked Parker for his assistance and confidently made her way to her friend’s front door.

This was not an unusual occurrence, and the pale pink laptop tucked not quite fully into the handbag she was clutching would broadcast the same fact as always – after all, John was known to be the best in the year, and they had spent many evenings together going over material in his small flat since striking up a friendship. No casual observers would have any cause to consider this a different visit.

The doorbell was old, rather like the building John resided in, sounding out a sharp yet melodic trill for the duration she depressed it. A summons, one might call it, much like the servants’ bells hidden all through her estate. The sound was similar enough.

It worked just like one; seconds later the door was opened to reveal the Tracy she was there to visit.

Still, any observing masses must be appeased.

“Good evening,” she greeted, stepping across the threshold as though she owned the small flat, despite it being far below anything her social peers would ever consider possessing, “is your brother in?”

“He’s at the library, working on some assignment or other,” Scott told her, stepping out of her way seamlessly.

“Ah well,” she sighed, “I shall wait for him here, if that isn’t an inconvenience for you?” The way that blue eyes hadn’t looked away from her since the moment he opened the door told her that Scott was not at all inconvenienced by her presence.

Behind her, the door finally closed, the catch clicking into place and shutting out the outside world.

“Not at all,” Scott verbally assured her, holding out one hand. “May I take your coat, Lady Creighton-Ward?”

A childlike giggle bubbled up inside her at the formality, ruined only slightly by the way his gorgeous blue eyes glimmered in amusement, but she pushed it back down with all the experience that came with being one of the social elite heiresses.

“You may, Mr Tracy,” she responded, a little airily, as though talking to a servant – or at least a man below her standing, passing him her handbag to set down by the door before offering him her relaxed hand in greeting.

He needed no prompting to lightly grasp it and lift it to his lips, pressing a light ghost of a kiss to the back of it before stepping back so that she could strip her outermost layer. While tightly fastened, her peacoat was simple to unbutton and her deft fingers slipped the last one from its buttonhole before letting the material slip back off of her shoulders.

Scott caught it, standing a little too close behind her to be proper and brushing his hands down her arms entirely too improperly as he helped her shed it before hanging it on the coat stand that stood sentry by the door. The designer coat stood out starkly against the rugged navy denim on the hook next to it, and not just because of its pale pink colour.

The Tracy family might have money, but they rarely spent it on things such as clothes.

“May I escort you to the couch?” Scott offered her his arm, the sparkle in his eye extending to include a playful grin whispering at his mouth. He enjoyed the faux formality of their little arrangement, she knew – Penelope did, too, but she also hid it far better.

“Very well,” she said, slipping her hand daintily through the loop. “Escort me.”

Even with five inches of heels, he still towered over her as he guided her from the entryway to the sofa – barely any distance at all, and certainly not in something one could consider a separate room – before guiding her to take a seat.

On the television, a film was already poised to play. A timeless classic, an adaptation of Jane Austen at her finest literary peak, and one Penelope had seen many times before. Scott, she had learnt last week when they had planned this encounter, had never seen it.

A rectification was tonight’s plans, at least on the film front – provided Scott paid attention to it, rather than her.

He still hadn’t looked away from her since she’d arrived. Penelope was, of course, used to being the centre of attention, but there was something so very different about that attention when it came from her beau, rather than the rest of the world. There was no judgement in Scott’s gaze, no watchfulness as the eyes waited for her to commit a faux pas, and it was both refreshing and exhilarating.

Those watchful eyes possessed by the rest of the world would be full of glee should they ever learn that she was not quite as single as she pretended to be. Very few knew that she even knew John’s older brother, let alone that they often arranged dates behind closed doors.

John, her wonderful friend, understood her desire to keep tabloid suspicions away from her love life, and usually vacated his flat for the evening so that they could have somewhere private. Tonight, he had allowed them three hours before his return, which was plenty of time to watch the film and curl up scandalously close to Scott as it played. His warm, strong arm wrapped around her shoulders firmly as she let her body lightly brush against his, pulling her in close.

An equally strong hand delicately lifted her hand from where she had let it rest on her thigh, guiding it back up to his lips and leaving a firmer kiss to the skin.

“It’s good to see you again,” he murmured, not pulling back as he spoke and leaving little breaths of air to brush the back of her hand with every word. It took all of her self-control not to physically react to it.

After all, this was another of their little games – Scott liked to see if he could crack her Lady façade, and she took great pleasure in being on the receiving end of attempt after attempt.

“It is,” she agreed, leaving her hand where it lay in his grip. “We haven’t seen each other in too long.” That was the problem with living either side of the Atlantic, although she knew his visits to England had increased since their relationship had begun.

One day, she would have to make the journey out to Kansas, but for the time being there was no reason for her to be seen doing so.

“I missed you,” he whispered to her skin, the words caressing as they skipped over. His eyes were locked on hers, despite the way he was slightly bent over in order to reach her hand, and vibrant blue peeked up past dark eyelashes.

“One would hope so,” she replied, allowing the flicker of a smile to flash through her façade. A reward for his efforts. “I must admit company has been lacking in your absence.”

“Is that aristocracy speak for ‘I missed you, too’?” Scott asked, rather cheekily. His dimples sunk deep into his cheeks as the playful grin blossomed in full bloom. She resisted the urge to press the tip of a finger into the indent, at least for now.

They were too early into tonight’s performance for that level of intimacy just yet.

“That could be an interpretation,” she allowed, finally drawing her hand back to settle in her lap. “Now, are there refreshments to go along with the film?”

“Do I count?” came the immediate answer, complete with a flash of a grin that could only be described as flirtatious, before Scott continued with a more respectable response, gesturing with the arm not around her shoulders at the coffee table. It was piled high with snacks, ranging from cutely cut sandwiches in perfect triangles to bowls full of crisps. A selection of chocolates – casual, not the high-end she was used to being served – completed the feast. “Help yourself to whatever you want,” he told her.

“Thank you, I shall.” She selected a sandwich and took a dainty bite. It was soft and just the slightest bit chilled. Bought from a shop, or even specially ordered; certainly not made by the young man sat next to her, but she didn’t mind that at all. “Now, the film?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” Scott promised her, shifting down a little on the sofa until his head wasn’t much above hers.

“I’m ready now.” With a demure gesture, she set the film to play.

It was, of course, a magnificent film. One of Penelope’s long-time favourites, she would never tire of watching it, and the alluring romantic growth of a young female aristocrat and a tall, dark and handsome suitor had featured in her daydreams many a time as a younger girl.

Her own tall, dark and handsome suitor’s attention was clearly divided throughout the film. He made a valiant attempt to watch it, but fingers trailed circular patterns on her arm and almost every time she could pull her own eyes away from the screen, it was to find those vibrant blues watching her as though it would be a crime to look away.

A lesser man might have tired of their game and made a move before the film ended, but even as the story reached its climatic peak, the most Scott had done was to lightly rest his head against hers, drawing her a little further into his hold. She’d gone willingly, the candid contact still a relatively new and exhilarating experience for her despite it remaining entirely free of inappropriate connotations.

It was as the end credits rolled that Scott made the daring leap into something a little more suggestive.

“You’ve got chocolate on your face, your Ladyship,” he told her, raising a finger to the very corner of his mouth as an indication. “Right here.”

Penelope hadn’t got food on her face since she was a very young girl at the start of her etiquette lessons, and was well aware that she had made no such mess this time, either. Still, she was willing to humour him, and raised a hand lightly to the indicated spot.

“Oh, dear,” she said. “Well, that simply won’t do. Please excuse me for a moment; I need to visit the bathroom.”

“No ne-”

Scott’s protest was interrupted by both of their phones vibrating in tandem. If it was simply one phone, they would have ignored it and carried on their charade, but both meant it could only be one person, and as their date was occurring entirely at his discretion, ignoring John would not be wise.

It was Scott’s phone they checked, and while logically Penelope knew that the film would have eaten up most of their time, it was still a shock to see how late the hour had got when the time flashed up. John’s message was simply confirmation.

I’ll be back in ten minutes. Be on your best behaviour when I get in.

Scott sighed, outwardly disappointed, and Penelope felt the same way, despite both of them knowing in advance about the arrangement. Time simply went by too fast.

“Well,” she said, “I suppose that puts an end to tonight’s advances. We shall have to continue this at a later date.”

“On the contrary,” Scott said, setting the phone aside and turning his full body to face her, “that means we have nine minutes left to play with tonight.”

She’d known he would say something along those lines; the glitter that had been present all evening had just begun to darken slightly before John’s message.

“And what could we do in nine minutes?” she asked, feigning cluelessness even though he was leaning forwards slightly, broadcasting his intent with every muscle in his body.

“I haven’t kissed you yet tonight,” came the charming American bluntness, although he softened it with a following, “may I?”

In answer, she once again presented him with her hand, which he grasped lightly and kissed the back of, dark blue eyes peering past his lashes to look up at her with a hopeful expression.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, breath caressing her skin lightly for the third time that evening. This time, she didn’t hold back her reaction, closing her eyes for a brief moment at the sensation.

“You’ve got eight and a half minutes left,” she told him by way of answer, reopening her eyes in time to see the permission register on his face in a dawn of unconcealed delight before he advanced.

In Penelope’s opinion, Scott made fantastic use of every single moment of those eight and a half minutes.

[feathered-serpents]

Spotify, I could actually not think of a less similar song to Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh Hellos than Rät by Penelope Scott

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Elon Musk was being interviewed and he said his favorite song was “rät” by Penelope Scott.

[static-scribblez]

That one meme I did back in November, except this time it’s with my main playlist and not just ww music

[kredensstuff]

Pogłaskałem ją po głowie. Wreszcie jej dotykałem. Palce drżały mi na samą tę myśl. Jak to możliwe, że ktoś taki niewielki i delikatny miał tak niewyparzoną gębę i był tak uparty?

„Nightfall", Devil's Night #4, Penelope Douglas

[plish-plash]

Sooo I’ve been seeing people do this thing and I have some stuff I need to do but no motivation so if I get the notes I guess I’ll do the thing and then make posts as proof?

1 note and I will eat a nice salad

5 notes and I will clean my bathroom very well

10 notes and I will finally learn Lavender by Penelope Scott on my piano

25 notes and I will finally finish ACD A Study In Scarlet

50 notes and I will pick out a color and paint my room so it doesn’t look as depressing

75 notes and I will start setting alarms so I wash my face at least once a day

100 notes and I will start working out at least twice a week

125 notes and I will try to fix my sleep schedule

150 notes and I will start cutting back on my screen time

200 notes and I will start studying at least 20 minutes a day

250 notes and I will start putting in the effort to be good at art instead of just waiting for me to get motivation that leaves halfway through a project because I have not practiced and therefore have no skills(maybe I could make a series of posts trying different thing)

300 notes and I will cut back on my melatonin usage

350 notes and I will directly tell that one girl that will not leave me alone no matter how many hints I give that I don’t want her to be near me

400 notes and I will try to start getting therapy

500 notes and I will tell my girlfriend about my insecurities

I don’t know how much of this I will do from the post because I usually get under 200 for fandom posts and under 20 for more personal ones but idk

[shxxmisafreak]

me when any sad song ever has some sort of loose connection to anything that has vaguely happened to me: ff,,uck y,ou’ can’’tt do th,a’’t

[intricate-ritualz]

me fucking around

[falling-star-cygnus]

my toxic personality trait is taking the unyielding stance of support for obscure media i’ve barely interacted with the second it gets hate, binging it all over again, and making it my entire personality for however long the endorphins last

[prism-forgone]

at least they still have that sick pink belt i guess

an assortment of doodles of strange someone frisk - they're @the-meme-monarch's! go! check them out if u don't know them!! - simply because they were on the mind to the point where i had to visualize my thoughts or risk falling into the shadow realm

bit of a less serious doodle under the cut as a surprise lmao i did it once as warmup

[solaris-seraphim]

How my favorite artists name there songs

Penelope Scott: “this is the most important line in the song let me take a word from it and make it the title”

Bug hunter: ”as much as I want to name it this it’s going to be hard to search up so I’ll make it something memorable”

Will Wood (not taking a drag as he doesn’t do that anymore): “HISTRIONICS HISTORICAL RAMIFICATIONS ON EPISTEMOLOGY FEATURING YOUR MOM (yes yours) THE FRUIT FROM THE POISONOUS TREE DOCTRINE AS A RESPONSE TO THE THREE DEBATES OF LIFE AND EVERYTHING!”

[thisis-an-original-name]

totally respect people tearing Taylor down after that subpar album but I’d like to take this space to hype up other female artists who haven’t completely drained their creative wells. Welcome to C’s music recs (women only because disliking Taylor doesn’t make you a misogynist.)

1. Cowboy Carter. Oh my god. This woman never misses. Beyoncé is consistently fantastic no matter what she’s up to. My personal favorites are AMERIICAN REQUIEM, PROTECTOR, and 16 CARRIAGES. This album feels a bit like listening to the radio while also listening to someone’s life story and it’s goddamn insane.

2. I listened to Feminomenon for the first time yesterday and I was jamming so hard. Yes Chappell Roan I too will prioritize my own wants and needs over the attention of some mediocre man who does not deserve me thank you queen. Like seriously I can’t stand clubbing but now I want to go out clubbing just so that I can dance to this song with my friends.

3. One of three songs that I actually enjoy on TTPD is Florida!!! And it’s only because of Florence. Because holy shit, Florence. I’ve become unhealthfully obsessed with Dream Girl Evil, Ship to Wreck, Shake It Out, Big God and Hunger.

4. Olivia Rodrigo continues to kill it. If my future relationship isn’t like so american, I don’t want it. And I know it’s been a while but Can’t Catch Me Now is still on my Heavy Rotation Replay every single week.

5. This is preemptive but…. New Billie Eilish in a month?????? Hell yes????

6. Honorable and continuous credit to Penelope Scott and Lorde

[koszmarnybudyn]

She's the worst mistake that god has ever made.

Alt versions under the cut:

[caia444]

All my Devils Night TT audios🖤

-My favourite Will and Emmy audio🩷

-Torrance-Fane siblings audio🔪🗡️

-Will Grayson eating Emmy👀

-Sad Micheal and Erika audio💔

-Damon Torrance audio👀

-Emory Scott audio👑

-Sad Emory Scott💔

-Kai Mori audio👀

-Damon Torrance audio👀

-Hot devilsnight girls audio👯‍♀️

-Hot devilsnight 🐎🙋‍♂️ audio

-Emory Scott and Nikova Banks parallel audio👯‍♀️

-Sad Damon Torrance trauma audio💔

-Emory and Will proposal audio💍

-Damon Torrance & Will Graysoniii being fruity audio🥭

-Will being mean/Emory’s trauma audio💔

-Damon Torrance trauma audio💔

-Emory Scott trauma audio💔

-Alex Palmer and Emory Scott audio👀

-Devilsnight audio 2022💀

-Damon Torrance and Emmy Scott friendship audio🩷

-Will and Emory future audio🏠

-Emory and the Horsemen in school audio📚

-Damon Torrance and Nikova Banks audio👸🏻🤴🏻

-FireNight audio🕯️

-My beautiful Nikova Banks audio💐

-Emory my hot girl audio💄

-Winter Ashby my beautiful girl audio❄️

-Damon Torrance&WillGraysoniii party audio🍾

-Emory, Micah, Rory and Aydin family audio🩷

-Will being obsessed with Emmy audio🥹

-Emory Scott touching the untouchable audio🔪

-Damon and Emory Friend audio🩷pt 2

-Sad Emory Scott trauma audio💔

-Micheal and Erika relationship audio🖤

-Winter putting Damon in his place audio🔪

-Damon Torrance mistreating my girls audio💔

-Emory Scott putting Will in his place audio💋

-Damon and his burrito (Will) audio🌯

[static-scribblez]

will wood fans whose favourite songs are i/me/myself and the main character beating the fake fan allegations off with a stick

tally hall fans whose favourite songs are the bidding, ruler of everything and hidden in the sand beating the fake fan allegations off with a stick

that handsome devil fans whose favourite song is charlie’s inferno beating the fake fan allegations off with a stick

penelope scott fans whose favourite songs are rät and sweet hibiscus tea beating the fake fan allegations off with a stick

lemon demon / neil cicierega fans whose favourite songs are fine, touch tone telephone and two trucks beating the fake fan allegations off with a stick

jack stauber fans whose favourite songs are oh klahoma, buttercup, just take my wallet, cupid, baby hotline, actually, you know what nevermind jack stauber fans are exempt from this a shit tone of his songs are very popular on tiktok and other platforms, still adding the daz black gif though

gorillaz fans whose favourite songs are feel good inc, clint eastwood, rhinestone eyes and DARE beating the fake fan allegations off with a stick

[kredensstuff]

— Podczas gdy moi przyjaciele zakładali rodziny, ja nie byłem w stanie zwlec się z łóżka tak kurewsko przytłoczony samotnością... Jak myślisz, co utrzymywało mnie wtedy przy życiu? Wspomnienie o tobie. Nigdy o tobie nie zapomniałem.

„Nightfall", Devil's Night #4, Penelope Douglas