hello!! thank you for the prompt, lovely! 💕 i only used 16. tho. my apologies, but i hope you enjoy!
here’s my take on the 2x09 bedroom scene if it had gone a little differently!
16. Why are you crying?
She shouldn’t have done it. She shouldn’t have initiated round two. And, okay, she shouldn’t have initiated round one either, but round two was a hard line. The plan--if you can call it that if she made it up as she went along--was one last time. Not two.
But she hadn’t expected the one last time to be like that. She hadn’t expected the slow roll of his hips into hers, the agonizing pace he set, the way he clung onto her curves and moaned into her neck. And she hadn’t expected to respond in turn by ghosting her hand and nails down the delicious muscles of his back, by clutching a hand onto the back of his head, pulling him closer and closer into her, as close as she possibly could and then even closer still, wanting as little space between their bodies as she could get.
And then he’d lingered. He’d stayed on top of her while he softened inside her and nuzzled into her neck and softly kissed along her shoulder. And then he’d pulled her onto his chest and stroked her hair and she’d just gotten too swept up in the goosebumps that arose from her gentle touch on his chest and she hadn’t had it in her to break the moment just yet.
And when she’d lifted her head from his chest, planning to put on her robe and tell him she was out, done, and then shower off the intimacy and the dread clinging to the inside of her lungs, he’d squeezed her waist and held her there for a second before letting go.
And when she’d looked down and met his eye, he’d been looking at her like—
The look he was giving her was-
It was like this was-
Like she was-
Well like this moment, at least, was some sort of bliss for him. Like the two of them together like this meant something to him.
So she’d placed a hand on his chest, leaned in, and kissed him. Softly at first before licking into his mouth, wanting to consume that look, that moment for safekeeping later on when it all would be in the rearview.
And then all of a sudden they were in the midst of round two and she was straddling him with two hands on his chest and it was hard to regret what she was doing when she was sinking down onto him and their moans were in perfect harmony.
And nothing else is relevant now because it’s like the two of them are on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean, alone on her sheets of ice, and all the lies and the ultimatums can’t scream loud enough for the waves of sound to reach them out here.
He’s letting her set the pace and eagerly kneading at her breasts and pinching at her nipples. She runs her hand up his chest, plays with the chain of his necklace on the way, and then thumbs at his plump lower lip that she’s always had to stifle the urge to touch. But in this moment--only in this moment--she’s indulging herself in touching him in all the different ways she’s wanted to for so long.
She can feel his panting breaths on her hand, see the lust in his eyes as they travel up her body in time with his hands. And then, suddenly, he’s biting at her thumb and lurching forward and she’s expecting him to flip them over, gain control, but he simply sits up, changing their position so they’re closer again, so he has access to her mouth and lips.
She gasps and he leans up to nip at her lips and purrs, “Wanna kiss you.”
And so she leans down to suck and nibble at his lips while she starts to grind down onto him, one of his hands in her hair and the other under her ass.
She pulls back to catch her breath and to watch his face and see the way she’s affecting him. She revels in the way his eyes roll back as he groans lowly when she clenches around him, the way his mouth drops open and he stutters out a curse under his breath when she rises all the way up, and then sinks back down again.
And something must be in the air today because she’s taking it slow too, drawing it out. And she’s looking down at him, at his blown pupils, and his lips swollen from her bite, and she sees that something blissful again when the corners of his reddened lips pull into a soft smile while she moans as he moves inside her, as they both get closer to the edge.
The pull of his lips pulls on the dread coating her lungs until it’s in the back of her throat and she feels like she’s drowning. Because the ice is melting from their inferno and breaking off and crumbling around them and there’s a fracture right beneath them, but Rio doesn’t even know. He’s in a bliss built on lies.
She feels her eyes sting as if shards of the ice have ricocheted and hit them and her hands shake as she clutches onto him and buries her face in his neck as she lets out choked-off moans, on the precipice. And he meets her there. At the edge. In perfect harmony as they fall off together.
She pulls back when she reaches the bottom of the abyss and is met with Rio with his eyes closed and breathless, swallowing and trying to collect himself still with that faint smile on his lips. He blinks them open and the clear-cut adoration clouds over with concern when he sees her.
And she hadn’t fully registered the tears spilling from her eyes, their ice melting and streaking her face, until he reaches his hand up to brush away her tears oh so tenderly. And then he whispers, “Shh sh sh, eh, why are you crying, baby?”
And, oh god, he’s calling her baby and looking at her like her being upset is of grave importance to him.
And she can’t do this anymore she has to--
He lifts her up and slips out of her and maneuvers them so he’s between her legs, hovering over her.
He’s stroking at her face and whispering soothingly to her in a mix of spanish and english.
“I--,” she starts, but cuts off it off with a sob, choking on the freezing water besieging her.
“Elizabeth,” he says somewhat firmly as he encases her face with his hands on her cheeks. “I need you to tell me what’s wrong, yeah? Gotta tell me what’s going on so we can fix it.”
His eyes are wide and pleading, but there’s no fixing this. Nothing can repair this situation. The iceberg is irrevocably damaged.
All that’s left is the truth, the only lifeboat she can offer him. She closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths, trying to tread water long enough to get the words out.
She opens her mouth and pours out the truth to him, the whole of it. No more deception.
It’s up to him whether he lets her join him on the lifeboat or if he leaves her stranded and drowning in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by the remains of her lies.
omg, like, in general? hmmm. i gotta be real, i'm not sure if i feel like i tend to make specific headcanons outside of actual canon? at least not ones that are super-detailed. i guess i have made my own conclusions about some things but i've never tried to put them down outside the confines of my skull, so now's a good time as any! thanks so much for asking!!! <3
beth is a capricorn. annie is a gemini. ruby is a virgo. stan is a libra. dean is a leo. rio is a cancer. mick is a taurus.
i remember thinking during s1 that beth and annie might be half-sisters, but i've never been super invested in this.
rio's a big molten marshmallow softie underneath a charred exterior. he does a great job at acting like he's all sharp edges and teeth but that's all for self-preservation. he needs someone to hold him ok....
i've become pretty fond of and sort of adopted @misshazelevers20's headcanon that mick is ace. i just think that idea is neat!
dean is an only child (explains a lot)
beth is a strawb-blonde!!!! 🍓 (i'd allow that she gets highlights to accept the blonder wigs)
rio is a harsher yelp reviewer than beth
THE MARKS SISTERS ARE JEWISH
i'm sure i have other thoughts rattling around in there, but these are the ones that first came to mind!
Wow this is a question! Recently I had a conversation with my work bestie who told me that I give off very calming vibes. Which to me was wild because I’m a very stressed out little human. So I guess my self-perception is vastly different from how others perceive me.
I think in general I tend to be very negative in my perception of myself, but that’s another issue that I’m slowly working on lol. I do tend to perceive myself as an observer, I’m very much a person in the room that can happily sit back and watch everything around me, constantly analysing and questioning things. I’m often quiet, but get me talking about political issues or something I am passionate about and I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut.
🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?
Definitely having to testify as a witness in court. I was 16 years old and the defence lawyer tore into me. (To the point where the judge had to say something). It was the scariest thing having to do that and I’ve never gotten over the stress of that week.
19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?
mmm if you asked me when i was a child, yes. i used to hate my name, especially on holidays where no one could pronounce it. but now i'm so used to it. i can't imagine having another name, it makes me feel icky to think about lmao.
42. Describe the hottest person you know.
legs for days, pointy teeth, little chin dimple, red hair, absolutely stunning body, bewbs(❤️), adorable laugh, the most beautiful smile!!!, oh i could go on.
did i cheat? was it supposed to be a person i know irl? yeah idgaf.
fandom rep - queen of spreading positivity! out of the world writing talent!!
Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! You’re making me blush!! I’ve been obsessed with all your gifs too – this one in particular I think about all the time, I love it so much.
