i'll love you forever if you do that short "fake make-out" thingy but with Felix
Okay, I was going to do another one last night but I got tired and went to bed early. I did try to think of a scenario though. I'm really bad at those so sorry this one isn't the best? lmao
Felix (Felix initiated)
Someone taps your shoulder and you turn to see a group of three. You take a sip of your mug before placing it down. "Hmm?"
One of them leans in close, "Hey, you're that royal, aren't ya?"
You shrug, trying to stay calm but more people are turning to look. And it's not concern in their eyes. They're glaring at you, they've got disgust in their gazes. As if you need to be held accountable for things you haven't done.
The person sitting next to you slams their mug down before standing up. Felix.
He draws you up from your seat while continuing to glare at the people who interrupted you. "Turn around and go back to your seat," his icy voice commands.
The one who spoke previously steps closer to Felix. "I dare ya to repeat that."
Felix glances over at you and before you know it, he's pushed you toward the door. Your brows furrow. "What are you - "
Felix's right hand smashes into the guy's face, sending the man reeling. It all happens in only a few seconds and then Felix is running toward you, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the door.
"Felix - "
"No time, just run."
Your legs burn as they beat down on the ground again and again. Shouts fill the streets and torches dim the darkness. You don't dare look behind. You swallow, nervousness causing you to stumble. Felix notices and stops, pulling you into an alcove. The voices inch closer, the shadows of the light winding their way to you.
"You okay?" Felix holds your head in his hands, looking over you.
"Fine," you whisper, unsure if that will be true in a few minutes. "Why did you punch him?" You can't help but glare at him, annoyance coursing through you.
Felix runs a hand through his hair. "I saw him reaching for his knife. I thought he might..." He struggles to finish his sentence.
You suck in a breath. "Oh," you mumble, thinking back to the way they seemed to be looking for a fight.
Footsteps come closer and your gaze flits to the street.
"Hey," Felix draws your attention. "Don't worry, I have a plan."
"What is it?"
He bites his lip. "Don't get mad," he replies.
"Why would I get mad?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.
He gently pushes you against the wall and you stare at him with wide eyes. "Felix, why would I get mad?"
"Because I need to kiss you." He doesn't break eye contact but he seems to be waiting for your response.
"Kiss me?" you're not sure why but your heart speeds up.
He leans closer, breath tickling your face. "Will you let me?"
"You're asking?"
He tilts his head. "Of course. I'll figure something else out if you're really that opposed..."
You can hear the mob turning the corner.
"Shut up and kiss me then!" you hiss.
Felix doesn't hesitate any longer, shifting so you are hidden from the opening behind him. Your eyes flit closed as his lips meet yours. The way he kisses you is somehow soft but urgent. Your hand moves to his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You don't miss the quiet moan from his lips.
You can feel the warmth of the mob's torches but you don't dare open your eyes. Your heart is racing and you can't decipher whether it's from Felix's stupidly perfect plan or because you aren't sure it's actually going to work.
A moment later, Felix brushes his thumb across your cheek before pulling away. "They're gone," he whispers, still close.
You open your eyes and take a breath. "What now?"
Felix starts to smirk but it somehow only ends up as a soft smile. You watch him with hesitation. His usual flirtatious demeanor is nowhere in sight.
"Now, I get you back to the safety of the castle. After all, I'm sure you're already plotting some way to make me pay for this." He chuckles to himself.
You don't respond as you follow him. Too many conflicting thoughts.
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Title: Chart Topper
Author: gayzuko (@kinnbig)
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Ken/Porsche Kittisawat, Porsche Kittisawat/Pete Saengtham, Big/Porsche Kittisawat, Arm/Porsche Kittisawat, Big/Pete Saengtham, Arm/Pol, Porsche Kittisawat/Pol, Background Arm/Tankhun and Ken/Big
Summary:
The Theerapanyakul family’s bodyguards seem to find themselves kissing one another with alarming frequency; all for perfectly legitimate, sensible, work-related reasons, of course. There’s even a chart, pinned to the noticeboard in the common area, documenting exactly which bodyguards have made out with which other bodyguards while on the clock. But despite the frankly perplexing number of weird bodyguard kissing combinations, no one has managed to kiss everyone yet.
Porsche is determined to be the first.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Quinlan Vos
Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Quinlan Vos
Additional Tags: Fake Out Make Out, Mission Fic, from the cutting room floor, it is always morally correct to fill our rair pair tags with snippets and drabbles and outtakes, rair pair, Kisses, these two dreamboats have been on my mind lately, quinlan wears tiny skirts, it's a very important spy thing you wouldn't understand, his boots are thigh highs btw, if you even care
Summary:
it's a beloved cliche for a reason
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Hello Vi ☺️
Has anyone asked about the fake-out make-out scenario yet? I hope you have an amazing day 💛
Hi Anon! ☺️
I let your ask sit for a longgggg while, sorry anon. <3 forgive me pls.
I'm going to do Constantine today and do a different one tomorrow, etc! I'll just reblog and add :)
warning: kissing, touching, etc! (I think these are obvious but!)
uhm okay so I've never written one of these, idk if I did okay or if this wasn't 100% matching the scenario, hopefully I didn't break any rules? lol okay bye
Constantine (MC initiates)
You glance back over your shoulder, meeting Constantine's eyes as you force your feet to move. He shakes his head. "Don't stop running," he replies roughly.
You never excepted a visit to the capital to turn into a coup attempt. How did they know you were going to be here? It's only been four months since your brother abdicated and this was an unannounced outing.
You force the thoughts away and turn the corner, your footsteps pounding against the cobblestone. Up ahead, the doors to a brothel are open. You can hear the sounds of pleasure and poetry. You urge your feet forward and make for the entrance. "Follow me," you shout without looking.
Constantine's brows furrow but he does as you command. He'd follow you into a fire - a brothel isn't so different, is it?
You grab his hand as soon as he crosses the threshold, weaving you both around sweaty bodies full of intoxication and anticipation.
Once in the corner, you face each other, neither able to speak as you attempt to catch your breath. You start taking off his armor. "What are you doing?" He looks nervous as his eyes glance around, but he doesn't move to stop you.
You laugh softly, drawing his piercing blue gaze back to your face. "Your armor isn't exactly inconspicuous."
He nods. "You think they'll check in here?"
"You trust me, right?" You throw the last piece of armor behind the settee as heavy footsteps hammer their way toward the brothel.
"Of course," he says, swallowing hard.
"Good," you reply, pushing him into a seat. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth but you climb on top of him as the rebels stream through the door. There's no time to think so you crash your lips against his.
Your heart hammers in your ears. If they find you, at least you can say you went out with the feeling of his lips on yours. With the comfort of his hand in your hair, pulling you closer. Not that you care about any of that. But everyone should die in peace, right?
If this wasn't life or death, you'd almost believe he wants this. You'd almost believe you want this.
Focus, you tell yourself. Focus on the environment, not his rough lips gently caressing yours.
You can hear the lyre again and the sounds of lovers returning to their activities so you pull away. Your lungs needed air regardless. Constantine stares at you for a moment and you stare back.
"Uhm, thank you," you blurt out.
He tilts his head, "Thank...you?"
Your eyes widen and you move away, turning away to grab his armor. "For trusting me. I'm sorry for...that. I needed to get them off our trail." You take a breath, steeling your face before turning around to hand him his armor.
He takes it quickly, his face giving nothing away. "It was a brilliant plan, Your Highness."
Neither of you speaks until you reach the castle to alert the others of your escape.
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I'm writing a paper on Goncharov right now and I can sooth your nerves that the difference between Gonch and whatever's happening on tiktok is not the fake media. Fake media and fake people and fake history will always and has always existed. Neither is the collective storytelling.
The difference is that we made Goncharov real by imitating a fandom for it. Like yes mass hallucinating a movie was fun and an incredible feat of collective creativity. But the *way* we created Goncharov is what will always make it special.
We, as a website, spontaneously created a perfect pastiche of fandom, one that was so identical to any other fandom behaviour it made the movie seem real.
As I quote thetwistyoucantresist in my paper, “maybe the real Goncharov was the Fandom we made along the way”.
Goncharov isnt the fake movie its the fake fandom, that's what special and unique and one of a kind
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