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not-another-fangirl · 1 year ago

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Okay but like..I would have been so pissed if he just showed up asking to finish the list after what he did last time. Like.. the audacity to safe word me, take it back, shut down completely, then basically admit he regretted it all. Leaving me to wonder what the hell I did or said wrong for 3 days straight, only to show up like nothing happened to finish the list and asking me to trust him and still refusing to talk about it? Nahh, man. We talk first then play time. But then again, it wouldn't have had that amazing rain scene at the end and that was just perfect. Sooo it was worth it lol. And the smut!!🥴🥵🥵 I really loved this little series. It was so so goood!!!👏🏻👏🏻

Love Me*

Summary: The fifth and final part to Teach Me*

You and your best friend Harry have a few things to figure out.

So, why not figure them out while you're riding his face?

Word Count: 8.1k

*Contains Mature and Explicit Content. Take care of yourself first, only consume what you feel comfortable with!*

“Watermelon.”

Instantly, you go deathly still, muscles straining as the word echoes around the walls of your mind. Repeating itself over, and over, and over.

You attempt to sit up, but he doesn’t let you. He keeps his arms around you like a vice, caging you against his chest as his heart races beneath your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, a certain ringing in your ears that won’t quiet. “What is it, what’s wrong?”

Somehow, his touch constricts even tighter, snaking around your ribcage as if to suffice as his reply.

“Harry?” you ask a bit louder, and you feel him stiffen at the sudden volume. “Harry, what’s wrong?”

He’s quiet. Far too quiet as his chin meets the crown of your head.

“Harry,” you stress for a third time. “What happened? What is it? If you’re gonna use your safe word, you have to tell me—”

“Nothing,” he breathes, fingers digging into the skin on your side. Bracing himself from the truth. “Nothing. Never mind.”

“Never mind?” you nearly gasp as he finally lets go, allowing you to scramble upright. “Harry…you can’t say that and then never mind—”

“I didn’t mean to say it,” he mumbles, meeting your eye for only a moment before his lashes flutter and he looks off into the bedroom. “I just…I forgot. It’s nothing. Everything’s fine, okay? Just forget it.”

He pushes himself up as you climb off the bed, but your attention never leaves him. Studying his expression closely to find the real answer.

“Harry…” you venture cautiously, and again, you catch the way he hesitates. “If I did something—”

“No.” His answer is instantaneous, head shaking once before he looks up. “No. I told you, it’s fine. Really—”

“It can’t be fine if you said it—”

“Well, I didn’t mean to—”

“How can you not have meant to? What were you trying to say? Nothing else really sounds like watermelon—”

“Just…forget it, okay?” he sighs as he stands up and reaches for his boxers. “What’s the opposite of watermelon? I’ll say that.”

“Harry,” you huff for the hundredth time. “You…look, if there’s something we need to talk about—”

“There’s not.” The conviction in his voice is final as he proceeds to slip his shirt back on.

You’re slow to do the same, shimmying back into your clothes while also trying to maintain his focus. “We agreed that this only worked if we talked to each other. If we trusted each other—”

“This has nothing to do with trust, Bee,” he insists as he glances over at you. “I told you, it’s fine—”

“It’s not fine.” You nearly want to whine at his stubbornness. You’ve known him long enough to understand his little tricks. His tells. The way he avoids confrontation.

The way he avoids how he really feels.

“It is,” he says again, now brushing past you toward the door. “Okay? So…please. Just forget it.”

“I can’t forget it,” you argue as you follow him to the kitchen. “It’s a safe word for a reason. It means that you can say it and feel safe. That you can tell me what’s wrong, and what you’re thinking—”

“I don’t—” he begins before his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw clamps shut. “I’m thinking I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. Okay? I just…I wanna drop it. So let’s drop it.”

You watch as he braces himself against the kitchen sink, hands gripping onto the tub as he leans back and aims his glare at the floor.

And it hurts. It hurts to go from happily content in his arms to anxiously dejected a few feet away.

It hurts to know that there’s clearly something wrong that he refuses to share. Hurts to know you can’t help. Even after everything.

You taught him how to touch you.

But not how to talk to you.

You straighten up. “Fine,” you agree. “Fine, we’ll drop it.”

“Thank you.”

The small space falls quiet as you do your best to ignore the ever-present ringing in your ears.

Dropping it doesn’t fix it.

But you don’t know what else to do.

“I think…I think I’m gonna go,” you whisper, already taking a step back.

His head lifts, lips parting as he watches you move away from him. “Oh…okay.”

Despite it all, you wish he’d ask you to stay.

After retrieving your things from his room, you head for the door to his apartment, your heart dragging behind you on the floor.

He doesn’t move from his spot. He doesn’t chase after you or try to explain. He watches you walk away from him as if he always expected you to.

You pause to glance over your shoulder and find him. To offer him one last chance. “Harry?”

“…yeah?”

You take a deep breath. “Do you regret it now?”

You half expected his answer to come as quickly as the others.

But this one doesn’t.

This one seems to catch in his throat as his expression falls. “…I don’t know.”

And that tells you everything.

You don’t hear from Harry for three days.

He doesn’t text you. You don’t text him.

He doesn’t call you. You don’t call him.

You’re not trying to be petty. You’re not even trying to punish him, you’re just…

Confused.

You and Harry don’t fight. Not once in the fifteen years that you’ve known each other.

Sometimes you’ll get into spats. Or heated arguments. But you don’t ice each other out. You don’t resort to games and the silent treatment.

If that’s even what this is.

You knew opening this door in your friendship would make it impossible to close.

And now, it’s letting in a draft.

And after everything you felt with him, after everything you realized…

Having him so far away, so distant…makes you feel empty.

Incomplete.

As if there’s a missing piece to your puzzle.

You allow yourself to wonder if he’s simply learned all that he’s needed to learn from you. If he’s ready to be a good partner for Tina, and ready to resume just a platonic, non-sexual friendship with you.

Which you’d be more than okay with.

Really.

You would.

You’d have to be.

Because you don’t want to know what happens…if you wouldn’t.

So, you shove all thoughts of Harry and his lessons away. You reject each memory of his hands, and his lips, and his body, and his cock.

And you continue on with your life. You revert back to the way it was before, when it was just you and your vibrator.

But nothing is ever that simple, and you should have anticipated that even before there was a frantic knock on your door.

Confused, you toss your throw blanket aside and stand from the couch.

And when you swing the door open, you find Harry. Standing in your hallway. Slightly out of breath and wearing a curious expression on his face.

Kind of like the day he asked to eat you out.

The rush of deja vu almost overwhelms you as you blink at him. “…uh, hi?”

“Hi.” His greeting is as rushed as his gasp for air, as if he ran all the way up the five flights of stairs.

“What…are you doing here?” you ask hesitantly, letting your eyes trail down his body, cautiously looking for an explanation.

There’s a pause as he seems to study you back before he straightens up and takes a step forward.

“I’m finishing the list,” he exhales before seizing your face between his hands and kissing you.

You don’t have time to grasp onto the concept of his lips as he walks you backward toward the wall, kicking the door shut on his way in.

And he takes. Exactly the way he had before. He takes and he savors, and he owns. He says everything with this one kiss. Everything you know he can never say aloud.

Everything.

You don’t fight him on it. You probably should. Should probably stop him and ask him what he’s doing. Ask him what happened, what changed.

But maybe you don’t wanna know what’s changed. Maybe you’re just grateful it did.

So, you kiss him back. You kiss him, and you whisper his name, and you let your hands scratch down the back of his neck.

And you revel in the way he groans. In the way he drags his teeth down your throat to freshen up the already fading marks from the time before.

Then, his fingers trail down your arm to latch onto your wrist. And he tugs. Tugs you away from the wall he had pressed against so he can drag you toward your room.

“What are you doing?” you murmur as you scramble after him, an excited shiver traveling down your spine.

“You’re gonna sit on my face,” he declares, practically slinging you toward the bed. “Gonna sit on my fucking face and let me taste you.”

Your ass meets the mattress as he towers above. And despite how enthralled the idea has you…you pause. “Harry…I don’t know if that’s—”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he interrupts, leaning down to press his palms to the bed, caging you between his arms. “I don’t wanna talk, I don’t want to overthink…I just want you to sit on my face.”

Your lashes flutter. “Harry—”

“No,” he repeats. He offers a single shake of his head. “No. You said this is about trust, right?”

“Right, but—”

“So trust me,” he whispers, dipping closer until the tip of his nose brushes against yours. “Trust me when I say it’s fine. Trust me…when I say the only thing I want…is to have you ride my tongue.”

And right now as you stare at him, and feel him, and inhale him…you have no other choice but to trust him, too.

“Okay,” you breath, already desperate to have him touch you. Hold you. Remind you why it felt so right in the first place.

“Okay?” he checks, the corner of his mouth curling up in a pleased smile.

You nod. “Okay. I trust you.”

And he’s overcome with exhilaration as he grabs onto the back of your neck to bring your mouth to his.

It’s only been two minutes—tops. But you’d missed his kisses. Missed having his lips on yours. Missed the way he completely owned you.

Missed the way he made you his.

He guides you onto your back, laying you against the mattress comfortably while allowing him the room to crawl on top of you.

And his frantic touches follow you all the way down, his nimble fingers dancing up your shirt until they can find your bare chest.

You gasp into his bottom lip as he takes you into his palm, effortlessly and expertly caressing you until you’re arching into his touch.

He groans when he feels you. Takes pleasure in having you. Getting to hold you the way he is now. Explore you.

His knee makes a home against your cunt, pressing into you subtly, as if to jumpstart the process. And you squirm against it, lungs aching for air as you tangle your hands in his curls.

And for a moment, you both simply enjoy. Enjoy this rather innocent connection. This innocent sensation of your bodies finding a rhythm together. This harmonious link between your body and his.

Then, he scoops his arm beneath your hips and rolls you both over.

Your knees meet the bed, one on each side of his waist as you brace yourself against his chest.

He grins lazily but he’s far too focused on the task at hand. So, he curls his fingers around your sleep shorts and begins to pull them down.

There’s a bit of awkward shifting and rearranging that follows as you help him toss them aside.

But once they’re off, his palms wrap around the backs of your thighs, and he brings you closer.

You’ve ridden a face before. Have quite enjoyed it, in fact.

But Harry…Harry isn’t just someone. Harry is…Harry.

And riding Harry’s face is a lot different than riding his thigh.

But he doesn’t give you a moment to think about that. And you’re almost positive he knows you are.

Because he shoots you this look of warning before tugging you closer to him, forcing your knees to scuffle a bit closer until you’re exactly where he wants you.

You take hold of the headboard to brace yourself, already tingling from where his fingertips are pressing into your skin.

And you can feel him breathing against you. Soft, chaste kisses being trailed along your inner thigh as he travels his way up.

He might be new at this, but he knows exactly what he’s doing. At least when it comes to you, and you could almost smile at his attention to detail.

“Relax for me, Bee,” he instructs, nose bumping your clit as your breath hitches. “Come on, it’s all right. Just relax and let me taste you.”

You try to do as instructed, allowing yourself to sink down a bit closer.

But the moment he drags his tongue through your arousal, you suck in a sharp breath and straighten up.

“Bee,” he growls, hands already pulling you back down. A bit harder than he had before.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp, lids growing heavy as the lust-induced haze begins to wash over you. “M’sorry, just don’t…don’t wanna hurt you—”

“And what did I fucking say about that?” he nearly snaps. “Hurt me. Fucking suffocate me, if you have to. Sit on my goddamn face until I can’t breathe.”

“Harry,” you whisper, eyes screwing shut as he repeats his previous action. “I don’t…I can’t—”

The sharp smack to your ass makes your head drop back. It’s loud, and it’s firm, and it stings more than his previous spanking.

But it’s fucking amazing.

“I’m not gonna tell you again,” he warns. “You’re gonna ride my fucking tongue until I’ve had enough. Is that understood?”

You feel yourself clench around nothing from the dominant tone of voice. Nails already scratching down the wood of your headboard as you try to find the strength to speak.

There’s another zealous slap to your skin, his palm painting your body red with salacious intentions. “Answer me, baby girl.”

“Yes,” you whine. “Yes, I understand.”

“That’s my girl,” he hums, lips ghosting your cunt as he speaks. “You do what I say. Go where I tell you to go. Let me put you exactly where I fucking want you.”

And to prove this point, he tugs on your hips until your pussy meets his mouth.

And suddenly everything makes sense.

It’s fucking magic the way he treats you. The way he tastes you. The way he covers his tongue in your need for him.

He sucks and he swallows, and he pulls you so far down onto him that you’re surprised you don’t disappear into him.

But it’s…

Everything.

The only concept you truly understand in this moment. Him and his mouth and this endless desire to take. To have.

And you let him. Let him have you. Let him roll you over his tongue as he laps at you like he’s an animal.

“Harry,” you breathe for a second time, legs shaking from beside his head. “Fuck…please—”

Another spank lands firmly against your outer thigh. You can’t tell if this is to please you or to punish you, but either way…you enjoy it.

You swallow another curse as you surrender to his instructions, allowing yourself to be guided even further down.

“That’s it,” he says before nipping at your clit with his teeth. “Knew you liked it. Knew you needed me to take care of you, didn’t you?”

Your whimper comes from deep in the back of your throat as you let one hand travel down to his hair.

And when you scratch at his scalp with bliss, he smiles.

“Oh, you did,” he answers for you. “Needed someone to make it better. Needed someone to do it right.”

And those stories you used to tell him about Eric come rushing back as you’re reminded of all the ways he’d never been able to get you off.

And the way Harry has done nothing but get you off since the moment you started.

“Don’t you?” he pushes, clearly wanting to hear your confirmation, and you’re not surprised he has a praise kink. “Fucking needed me—”

“Yes,” you tell him. “Yes, always needed you—”

Another slap. “That’s right. Know you do. Know you need someone to make you feel so fucking good. Make you come the way you deserve. Make you see fucking stars—”

You cry out something resembling his name as his fingers begin to scrape down your legs. Forcing you impossibly closer. Forcing you to give him everything.

And he’s relentless. You truly cannot fathom anything besides the feel of his lips on your pussy or the way he holds you over his face or even the way he speaks to you. The low vibrations dancing right up the back of your spine.

Your mind is blank. Filled with nothing but images and feelings and ideas. Of the pleasure barreling toward you at an alarming rate. At the way he’s been working on you for only a few minutes but already you’re at the mercy of his objective.

“Please, please, please.” The word drips from your mouth like falling rain. Over, and over, and over. You can’t do anything else but beg. Beg him to keep going, beg him to go harder, beg him to never stop.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs, tongue driving inside before curling. Beckoning your release closer. “Aren’t you, baby girl? So fucking good for me—”

You nod, lip between your teeth as you chew.

“Make me so happy,” he says, nails clawing at the base of your spine. “Don’t you? Make Daddy so proud—”

“Shit—” Your forehead finds the headboard as you tug on his curls. It’s almost too much. Yet somehow not enough. “Harry—”

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, guiding you up as your chest just about caves in. “No. Try again.”

“Har—”

“Try again.”

Your eyes roll, half from the pleasure but mostly from the pain of his annoyance before you oblige. “Daddy…please.”

He doesn’t answer with words, instead forcing you back down to continue his ministrations.

He knows you’re close. You know heknows. And his desire to get you there is power in itself.

Because even after everything, even after fighting, even after years of friendship and dad jokes…he wants to take care of you.

Wants to give you exactly what you deserve.

So…he does.

The sound of his name on your tongue is dissolute and depraved. Needy and pathetic and filled with the kind of yearning you yourself don’t even understand.

But you welcome the relief with open arms. Welcome the way he holds onto you as he swallows the rush that follows.

And he fucking groans. In a similarly desperate way that nearly doubles the length of your orgasm.

He’s never sounded so content. So satisfied and pleased. And you do feel good. Feel so good to have made him so proud. To have been the reason for this eager agreeance.

But then…he doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t stop, even after you’ve attempted to squirm up and away from his continued attempts. Even after you’ve whined, “Harry,” and scratched a little harder on his scalp.

He keeps going.

“Har,” you sigh, already too sensitive to form a cohesive thought. “Har…s’okay…I came—”

“I know,” he says simply, palms pressing into your side to keep you exactly where you are. “And you’re gonna come again.”

“Harry,” you gasp, almost as if shocked by the very idea. “Har, I…s’too—”

“What?” His tongue flattens against your cunt before dragging up toward your clit. “Overstimulation was on your list, right?”

Your lashes flutter rapidly as you rest one hand back on the headboard. “I’m…yes…yeah—"

“Then you’re gonna come for me again,” he informs you. “And again. And again, until I’ve decided you’re done.”

And you want to argue. Wanted to tell him that you’re exhausted but you can already feel the next one on its way.

Because he’s speaking to you in that familiarly aggressive way that makes your heart pound. That makes your skin erupt into goosebumps and your brain turn to mush.

God, his voice. His voice alone could do damage. Could tip you over the edge a hundred times. He could be whispering the fucking alphabet and you’d be putty in his hands.

And maybe it shouldn’t be so easy to turn you so submissive, but you’ll happily do as he asks as long as he keeps asking you in that voice.

As long as he keeps telling you that your pleasure is his. That you…are his.

Nobody else exists outside of this room. Not Eric. Not Tina. Not any future lovers or partners.

Not even any consequences.

Right now, in this room…it’s just you.

The second one doesn’t hit as hard as the first, but it still knocks you off-kilter, forcing you to shake within his hold.

But he keeps you steady. In more ways than one. He makes sure you don’t have the room or space to crawl off him, or even think about takingyour pussy away from his greedy search.

“Harry,” you mewl, pulling so hard on his curls that it has to hurt. “Please…please—”

You aren’t sure if you’re asking him to stop or let you come again, but either way, he pursues the third one.

And this time…he adds his hand.

After repositioning you just so, he easily slips two fingers inside, meeting your g-spot almost instantly.

You nearly go blind from how good it feels, how hard it hits you. From how happy you are to find relief in his arms.

The third is kinder to you. Shorter but much more intense. Like a burst of pure adrenaline and euphoria.

It almost hurts when you finally begin to unwind, and his movements start to slow. He must be able to tell you don’t have too much left to offer and you appreciate the way he eases out of you with great care.

He helps shuffle you back until you can collapse onto the bed beside him. But he doesn’t let you go too far, one arm wrapping around your shoulders to help cement you into his side.

Your leg tangles between the two of his while your face buries into his neck. You’re spent. Physically and emotionally. But he allows you a moment to rest, fingers stroking your skin gently to help bring you back to him.

“You okay?” he murmurs, turning his head so his lips can meet your forehead. “S’it too much?”

“No,” you breathe, eyes falling closed as you inhale the comforting scent of his cologne. “No, it was good. A little confusing…but good.”

And you know he knows what you mean.

But still, he chooses not to respond. Chooses not to offer any sort of insight into what happened that day in his room.

Instead, his arm pulls you closer. “Well…did we cover everything? Is there anything left to check off?”

Your head rolls back so you can see him, the idea already taking root in your mind. “I can think of one more thing…if you’re up for it.”

His eyebrow raises.

You smile. “Pegging.”

He leans back, eyes growing wide. “Really?”

“Yeah. But…only if you were actually serious about that,” you correct as you begin to sit up. “Most guys are a little hesitant about it, and I guess I get why. So…if you don’t think that’s something you’d really be—”

“I’d be honored if you’d fuck me.”

You blink. “Really?”

“Really.” His hand comes up to brush a fallen hair behind your ear, touch lingering on your cheek as he studies you. “I know you’d do it right.”

You grin. “I’m flattered you have so much confidence in me.”

“I do,” he agrees softly, thumb sweeping across your jaw. “Of course I do. You should know that.”

But you don’t know that. Not after what he said last time.

And the reminder of your previous argument makes you hesitate. “You need to really think about what you’re agreeing to, Har. Because if you don’t like it, and you want to stop…I need to know that you’ll tell me. I need to know that you trust me enough to tell me what you need.”

His brows pull together, lips quickly falling into a frown as his hand drops to his chest. “You know I trust you—”

“Do I?”

His tongue comes out to run over his bottom lip. “I promise. I trust you. I want to do this. I want to try it. With you.”

“Har—”

“If I don’t like it, I’ll say something. I promise,” he continues. “But I won’t know if I like it or not until I try. And you should always try everything at least once, right?”

You huff. “Yeah, but—”

“Come on…don’t you wanna fuck me?” he teases, gingerly nudging you with his elbow. “I’ll be such a good boy, I swear.”

And you groan at the playful way he speaks, already feeling much better about the proposition. “God. See? This is why I think you’re annoying.”

“You love me,” he declares as you stand from the bed.

And for some reason, your stomach tightens. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You gonna sit there all day or are you gonna strip?”

Instantly, he perks up, watching you closely as you rummage through your nightstand. “What, I have to take my clothes off by myself? You’re not gonna help me?”

“Nope.” You glance over and nod your chin at him. “Go on. Be a good boy.”

This time, he rolls his eyes as he laughs and begins to undo his pants.

As he begins to undress, you begin to gather what you’ll need. You locate the bottle of lube and the dildo, heart in your throat as you allow yourself to imagine what’s about to happen.

You don’t know if he’ll truly like it or not. You want him to. Want to give him as much pleasure as he’s given you. As much pleasure as he deserves.

But…guys are weird about this. And this kind of intimacy goes far behind missionary.

You know what you’re doing. This isn’t your first time exploring the pleasures of a strap-on with a guy. You know you’ll be able to take care of him for as long as he lets you.

You just…don’t want it to change anything else. You don’t want him to retreat into himself the way he did last time.

You don’t want to lose him.

You can’t.

Once you’re ready, you return to the bed just as he’s peeling his shirt off his chest and tossing it toward the floor.

And you let yourself admire him. Let yourself drink in each tattoo, each scar, each dip of his muscles.

He is beautiful.

You notice the way he smiles at your admiration before looking down at the items in your lap. “Where, uh…where do you want me?”

You glance over the mattress. “Hands and knees should be good. Just…anywhere you feel comfortable.”

He nods once, swallowing thickly as he steps forward and begins to crawl back onto the bed.

The room is eerily quiet as you both move into position. You hadn’t expected things to feel so…heavy. But you suppose they are. Suppose neither one of you anticipated your adventure leading you here.

But…you don’t exactly mind.

He stills when he’s gotten into position, head dropping as he stares at your duvet and waits for your next instruction.

You clear your throat and reach out to smooth your palm down his spine. He jolts when he feels you but relaxes quickly, exhaling an anxious sigh.

“You okay?” you call softly, continuing the gentle caress to loosen him up.

He nods again. “Yeah. Promise. Just…nervous? I guess?”

“I know,” you whisper, settling onto your knees as you dip down to press a kiss to his bare hip. “You still trust me?”

And you can feel the way his entire body goes rigid from your mouth on his skin, his chin meeting his chest. “Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Fucking promise, Bee. Just…”

“Just what?” Your fingers dance toward his ass, ghosting over the curve as you move your kisses toward the middle. “Tell me.”

You’re happy to put him under the same duress he put you earlier, and the way his fists curl around the blanket beneath him makes you smile.

“Bee,” he attempts to warn, but you aren’t having it.

You simply trail your lips down the back of his thigh, and hum, “Come on, Daddy…wanna take care of you. But I can’t until you tell me what you want.”

You can see just how badly he wants to comply, his cock swollen and red. You know that’s mostly thanks to him eating you out and you feel your cheeks flush at the knowledge that it did that to him.

That you did that to him.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” you coo, reaching around to slide your palm down the tip as he hisses and lurches forward. “Poor Daddy…bet it’d feel so good to come, wouldn’t it?”

“Bee…please,” he respires. “Please, just…god, please touch me. M’gonna lose my fucking mind.”

You smile again as you straighten back up and reach for the lube. “See? Was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

Your head shakes. “Mhm. Okay…I’m gonna start with a finger. But I need you to really be—”

“I know,” he whispers. “I know, I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you repeat, equally as soft before you squeeze the liquid into your hand. “Take a deep breath for me.”

He does, the muscles in his arms tensing as the tip of the bottle meets his ass. And when he feels the gel begin to drip down, he reels.

“That’s just the lube, Har,” you tell him, biting back a laugh.

“I know, but it’s cold,” he grumbles as you finish and toss the item aside.

You give him another moment to unwind before you bring your pointer finger closer…and gingerly slide inside.

You’re more than careful, listening closely for his reaction. It sounds like…relief, but you can’t be sure.

“Har?” you call again, other hand smoothing along his hip to give it a squeeze.

“M’fine,” he mumbles, once again fisting your duvet. “Promise. Go.”

“Are you—”

“Go,” he stresses before sucking in a quiet breath. “Please, baby. Go. Keep going.”

So, you do. You ease in a bit further until you’re about halfway in, pausing to let him adjust.

He seems to be doing pretty well, despite the way his stomach quivers and his cock twitches.

And after pumping him once or twice with great care, you push in to the knuckle.

He likes this, a particular groan emitting from his throat as he subtly shifts back into your hand. “Shit, Bee.”

“How’s it feel?”

He takes a moment to think. To find the right words. “Good. Full…I guess.”

“Yeah, and that’s only my finger.”

You hear him make a noise that resembles a laugh before he groans again. “God…please don’t stop. Please…I promise, I’m fine. I just…I…”

“Need more, don’t you?” you answer for him, working the lube in and out as he nods quickly.

“Yes. Yes…more.”

And who are you to say no?

You pump him a few more times before bringing a second finger into play. Again, you go slow. Making sure to gauge each sound and movement he makes so as to not hurt him. Or catch him off guard.

But he’s growing desperate. Mindlessly following your thrusts as he grows accustomed to the feeling. As he becomes familiar with the pleasure it brings him.

His jaw drops, hand coming up to his cock to stroke it lazily, needing some sort of friction.

But you reach around and slap it away, tsking as you warn, “Not yet. Not until I’m ready—”

“Bee,” he whines, and the desperate waver in his voice almost guts you.

“Shh. Just one more minute, okay?”

“Please…"

“I know. M’almost ready. Promise.”

He does his best to comply, nodding weakly as he lets his hand drop back down to the bed.

And you feel bad for him, you do. But seeing him so unhinged just about ruins you, and you can feel the way your cunt aches. The way it practically yearns for him, dripping all down your thighs as you continue to work your fingers into him.

And once you’re sure he’s ready…you reach for the dildo.

You’re more than generous with the lube, making sure to keep the experience pleasurable and easy.

And the dildo itself isn’t all that intimidating. Not nearly as big as he is. Average, at best. Perfect for a beginner.

The lack of stimulation makes him restless, and your heart clenches for him as you finally bring the tip back to his glistening hole.

The faint brush of it makes him whimper, and the sound of this confident man coming undone by your hand is what changes everything.

Everything.

It’s music. A goddamn symphony, and you chase the sound by slowly easing the dildo in.

An easy enough task, exactly like you’d hoped.

But he loses it.

The moan is deep and vulgar, echoing off the walls of your bedroom as you squeeze your legs together and press your fingers further into his hip.

“Good,” you hum, dipping down to kiss the base of his spine. “So good, Har. Promise. You okay?”

“Fucking shit,” is his reply. “Shit, shit, shit.”

You smile. “Give me your hand.”

He sluggishly reaches back for you, fingers intertwining with yours when you find him. And it makes your stomach flip but it’s not what you had in mind.

You bring your hands over to his cock, guiding him along the swollen shaft as he instantly ruts into your palm.

“Bee,” he gasps, squeezing both your knuckles and his tip. “Please—”

“I know,” you say again, continuing to work the dildo into him. Slowly at first before you find a steadier rhythm. “I know, doing so good—”

“Shit—”

“That’s it. Just like that. Like when I play with you, don’t you?”

He nods as you both begin to pump him, now matching the pace you’ve set with the dildo. “Yes…yes. Please don’t stop—”

“Won’t. Promise,” you whisper, kissing down his hip.

His squirming increases, the one arm holding him up now shaking as he does his best to remain upright.

But it feels too good. You can see the pleasure written all over the side of his face, and it does fucking wonders for you.

You’ve never felt more proud to be responsible for his pleasure. To be responsible for making him fall apart the way he is. For showing him exactly what he deserves.

And he takes it. Takes it so fucking well, clutching onto you as you continue to work him closer.

And he feels so good. So good in your hand. So heavy, and needy, and ready for the release you’ve promised him.

You want to give him that release more than anything. Want to show him how good it can be. Want to show him the fucking stars.

He yells when he finds it. Your name and about a string of curses, all falling from his tongue one after the other.

He covers your hand, and your bed, and his stomach. And when he collapses, he takes you with him, pulling you down until your chest meets his back.

You imagine this can’t be all that comfortable for him, especially with the dildo now halfway out, but he doesn’t complain.

He continues to hold onto your wrist as he works to catch his breath.

And you don’t fight it.

A minute or two passes before you gently ease the object out and toss it aside.

He hisses at the loss of contact before settling once more, fingers still cemented to your hand.

You know you’ll need to clean up, but he doesn’t seem to have any future plans to do so.

It makes you smile, your cheek pressing into the space between his shoulder blades. His skin hot and slightly sweaty.

For some reason…it feels good.

“Bee?” he calls quietly, as if not to disrupt the tender moment.

You hum.

“Thank you.”

You let your eyes flutter shut. “Hey, what are friends for?”

A beat.

He tenses. “Yeah…”

Then, the silence returns.

But this time, it’s different.

This time…it’s heavy.

And when he lets go of your hand, you realize it’s not just in your head.

Things happen quickly. You barely get the chance to roll off of him before he’s sitting up and climbing off the bed. You don’t even have time to ask what changed as he begins reaching for his clothes to re-dress, your heart instantly dropping to your stomach.

“Har…?” you stammer as you awkwardly reach for your underwear. And this rush of deja vu is much more unpleasant than the last. “What…what’s—”

“I gotta go,” he mumbles under his breath, his back to you as he slips his hoodie on. “I forgot. I’ve got…something I’ve gotta do.”

“Oh…” Your chest deflates as you watch him step into his shoes. “What…um, what do you have to do?”

Once he straightens back up, he stills, and you wish you could see his face. “S’not important.”

With that, he heads for your living room, leaving you behind.

And you watch him go, a dumb founded look on your face as he makes his way for the front door.

A hundred and one things instantly run through your mind, from explanations to unpleasant realizations.

But the moment you watch him disappear into the hallway without so much as a glance back, you realize none of it fucking matters.

Just him.

You chase after him, scrambling toward the lobby in hot pursuit as he pushes through the double doors and disappears into the parking lot.

And you’re right behind, slipping out as well as he strides away from you, when you’re suddenly forced to a screeching halt the moment you’re met with a downpour of rain.

The sky is dark, the only smattering of light coming from the few street lamps placed along the sidewalk.

You hadn’t realized it was so late, or so rainy, but you don’t let it stop you.

Instead, you plant your feet onto the steps of the building, and shout, “Watermelon!”

It echoes across the parking lot until you see him freeze, his drenched back still to you.

Then…he turns.

Only about halfway, the hood on his head allowing just enough light to catch the side of his face.

But it’s enough.

“Watermelon,” you repeat as you take a step closer, water trickling down your hair, your body, your clothes. But you don’t care. “I call watermelon.”

He frowns. “The hell are you doing? Go back inside—”

“No.” Your teeth grit, fingers squeezing into fists by your side as a rumble of thunder rolls across the sky. “No. I want you to talk to me.”

His hands disappear into his pockets as he tosses a glare your way. “I told you, I don’t wanna talk—”

“Tough shit.” You take another step. “’Cause I do. And you owe me that.”

The frown deepens. “Bee…don’t.”

“No, you don’t.” Another step. “After everything we’ve been through…you really think you can’t talk to me? You really think I’m not trustworthy enough to hear what’s going on?”

He scoffs and glances away. “God, you never fucking listen. I told you, it’s not—”

“No, you didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me anything,” you remind him, volume raising ever-so-slightly as you continue closer. “Something is wrong, Harry. I know you. And I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me—”

“I don’t want you to fix it,” he seethes. “I want you to drop it.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because we don’t do that. We work it out.”

“We can’t work this out.”

You hesitate as the first clue slips free. “So there is something to work out?”

He sighs, eyes falling shut. “Bee…please go back inside—”

“No.” Yet another step. “No. What is it? What happened? What did I do—”

“Nothing,” he nearly growls, whirling around to face you as if to really nail in his point. “I fucking told you. Nothing—”

“Then what?”

“Bee—”

“What? Is this about Tina—"

“For fuck’s sake—”

“Seriously, did she say something—"

“Bee—”

“Is she mad about this—”

“Can you just—”

“What? Do you feel guilty—”

“No, I just—”

“If you wanted to stop, all you had to do was say something—”

“I didn’t—that’s not—”

“Then what, Har? What happened? Why won’t you fucking—”

“I can’t do this.”

You stop.

He stops.

But nothing else stops. Not the rain. Not the lightning. Not the thunder. Not the racing in your chest as your heart beats against your ribcage like a goddamn drum.

I can’t do this.

You don’t think you heard him right. “…what?”

He scrapes his teeth together. “I can’t…I don’t wanna be friends with you. I don’t wanna be just friends with you, I don’t…fuck.”

He looks down at the wet cement as your lashes flutter and you work overtime to figure out what he’s saying.

“I—for fuck’s sake,” he hisses, almost more to himself before his eyes snap back to yours. “Look, I know that all of this was just…you helping me out. Okay? I know that. I know it meant nothing.”

A crack of lightning strikes the sky and somehow, it’s still not as intimidating as what he’s about to stay.

“But then…it did mean something,” he continues, a bit softer. “It meant everything.”

You don’t know what to say. Don’t know what he wants you to say.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” he grumbles, frowning once more. “I know, okay? I know. And that’s not…we agreed that it would just be…this. Just this. Nothing else. ’Cause we don’t do anything else. We don’t do…whatever, okay? I know.”

He looks back out into the dark city, leaving you to stare blankly at the side of his face.

“But it’s you,” he says, hands nestling further into the hoodie. “It’s you, and it’s always been you. Fucking always, Bee. Ever since we were kids. And I didn’t…I didn’t know why. Didn’t even know what it was, but it’s never felt like this with anyone else. Only you.”

Only you.

“And I don’t wanna…fuck, I don’t wanna lose you,” he just about sighs. “I can’t fucking lose you, Bee. But it just…I don’t think I can do this and not fall in love with you.”

You suck in sharp breath, and he looks back.

“Because I will,” he whispers, despite the rain. But you hear it, clear as day. “I will fall in love with you, and I don’t know what I’ll do if you won’t have me.”

He stops now. Allowing the words to sink in. Allowing the truth to make a home in your mind.

And you work to understand. Work to find a response…but the only thing you manage is:

“What about Tina?”

After all, this started with her. It’s only fair that she play her part now.

His expression twists. You don’t know which way. “I like Tina. She’s nice. And she’d probably be really good for me.”

A pause.

“But she’s not you,” he finishes, and for some reason…you’re filled with relief. “It doesn’t feel like this with her. I don’t think it ever will.”

“You don’t mean that,” you blurt out, head shaking quickly. “No, it was just the sex. It’s throwing you off, it...it screws everything up and makes people think they feel one way…when they don’t.”

“Bee…” he begins, almost as if tired, but you barrel on.

“No, you said it yourself. Remember? Endorphins and shit?” You brush some wet hair from your face. “You just…it’s not me. It’s just the sex.”

“No.” He sounds so sure. So confident in his decision. “No, it’s not. It’s you. Always you, Bee—”

“Har—”

“You don’t have to like it. But that’s how it is—”

“Harry…you just…you don’t—”

“But I do.”

“Harry.” You want to stomp your foot. “You can’t…you don’t mean it. You’re confused.”

His eyes soften. “I’m not. I mean…I am, but not about why. Not about this—not about you.”

A pause settles between you as more thunder echoes across the dark sky.

And you look at him. Really look at him. Look for the truth, or the deception, or for anything that will help you make sense of all this.

“You said watermelon,” you remind him, blinking the droplets of rain from your eyes. “Why did you say watermelon?”

Another sigh as he glances back down at his sneakers. “’Cause…I knew. I knew I was starting to…need you. More than I should. And it fucking…it fucking scared me. It scared me how fucking…real it felt.”

Truthfully, you’re a little surprised that the man who has never once before admitted defeat would now confess his fear to you.

But it makes your head spin.

“And I just…it was a lot,” he continues. “Seeing you. Seeing what I’d done. I mean…the marks. On your neck. I did that. I’ve never done that to someone before. But then I did. And I liked it. I liked getting to be that way with you, and it fucking terrified me. Because what if I hurt you? Actually hurt you somewhere down the line? I’d never fucking forgive myself.”

Your lips press into a quivering line. “…why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because it didn’t matter,” he huffs, stepping back. “It doesn’t matter. None of it fucking matters because you don’t feel that way, and we’re finished with the list anyhow.”

You instantly follow after him, bridging the gap he made. “Don’t. It always matters with us, Har. Always. I mean…do you really think I haven’t wondered the same thing? Do you think it’s been fucking easy to do this with you and then just go back to watching Schitt’s Creek? It’s killed me. Fucking ruined me from the inside out to watch you walk away from me.”

His teeth grit once again, as if steeling himself from the truth.

“You mean everything to me, you goddamn twat,” you just about shout. “Sex or no sex, it doesn’t change that. I agreed to do this with you because I knew it was us. I knew we would be okay. Because we had to be okay. I can’t lose you either, Har. So stop trying to make me—”

“Then, what do you want me to do, huh?” he bellows. “Just wait around for you to believe me?”

“I…I do believe you, I just…I—”

“You just don’t feel the same way—”

“No, I didn’t say that—”

“Then what—”

“I…I—”

“What? I have to tell you, but you don’t have to tell me—”

“That’s not…that’s—”

“What do you want, Bee? What do you want me to do, what do you expect me to—”

“I love you.”

He stops.

Suddenly, and all at once, his eyes going wide.

But you don’t stop. “I love you,” you repeat loudly. “And I’m fucking terrified, too. Because I don’t want it to be just about sex. I don’t want it to be just the endorphins and shit. I want it to be real. I want us to be real.”

The silence seems to span an eternity as the rain continues to beat down around you.

Then…he surges forward.

He grabs hold of your wet cheeks with his drenched hands and yanks you closer.

And he kisses you.

He kisses you until you’re more him than you. He kisses you until you no longer have the strength to stand or the power to fight him.

He kisses you until it makes sense.

After a moment, he pauses to allow you a minute to breathe. But he doesn’t go very far. He presses his forehead to yours and he keeps you.

And it’s fucking…everything.

“What if we’re not?” he whispers. “What if we’re not real? What if we aren’t…us?”

You shake your head. "We'll always be us."

He exhales a gentle laugh before brushing his thumbs across your skin. "What if it changes everything?"

You wish you could assure him that it won't. Or even that it will, but in the best way.

But you can’t.

So, instead, you squeeze your fingers around his wrists and smile.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Thank you so much to everyone for reading, following along, and offering me so much support on this series 😭 I will never be able to thank you enough for all the kind comments and wonderful feedback, but please know I appreciate you all endlessly 🥹💞💞💞💞

Also, I suppose I did kind of lie. This will probably be the last part of the “main” series but I’ve actually got a few more ideas for extra blurbs and parts about other kinks and situations they might get into. So, if you’d like to follow along, I would be so honored to have you back!

And if you’d rather leave their story here, that is absolutely okay, too! Thank you so much for being here!

Now…I’m gonna go cry HAHAHA ♥️

Other parts of this series:

~ Teach Me pt. 1*

~ Show Me pt. 2*

~ Hurt Me pt. 3*

~ Feel Me pt. 4*

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

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imhavingdifficulties · 2 years ago

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thoughts. abt death note and intelligence

d=eathnote doesnt portray intelligence the capitalistic way i initially thought it did.

Light's backstory is that he is the top student in all of Japan/L is the smartest detective in the world. We start off with an impression that inelligence is the most important value to show. (But there's nuance!!)

We have the ranking system at Wammy's, which is used to test genii little kids (I don't have a ton of confidence in this type of thing from my experience with testing and my understanding of bias in IQ Testing) ...we don't know how exactly the test works, but is used to test kids for skill equivalent to L's.

Having a ranking system for kid's intelligence is such an awful idea to begin with. Especially if they are aware of the rank. Its inhumane and leads them to beleive their worth is based on their intelligence output. (NOT UNLIKE THE MFKING AMERRICAN EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM) but anyways...

So already the show is centering reasoning ability/intelligence as a value for these kids. (And I think it's fair to say that as a result, other values are deprioritized, like social/emotional intelligence (for example L talks about being childish and wanting to win))

And we see that intelligence increased a characters audience perceived standing on a surface level basis, since on first look, intelligence is what moves the plot.....!

But! While reasoning ability DOES impact a characters importance/value to the show, social intelligence/ a lack of reasoning ability DOES NOT.

Which is fucking WEIRD, but if we go back to L for a second, he has. no social intelligence. Like. My man doesn't wear shoes. He wiggles his toes around and in general is a weird ass dude. But he's essential to the show, and his lack of social skills/presentation is overlooked by fellow characters and the audience, in favor of his smart lil brain.

There's also Misa, who has high social intelligence but low reasoning skills (i personally think she has average intelligence, im just comparing her relatively, and on their weird-and-makes-no-sense intelligence scale). She is loved as an idol, but treated as a dumbass by the detectives. For her, whatt i have seen is that her high social intelligence is overlooked by her lack of intellectual (?) intelligence... And yet Misa makes huuuuge contributions to the plot, and in general is a very important character.

the only time i felt there was real depth of conversation was towards the end when L was about to die and it was raining, where light and L talk more metaphoircally and abstractly with each other, and we see social intelligence. this was a key moment where we saw characterr to character interaction not based around reasoning, but as a casual setting.

since these ttypes of conceptual, abstract scenes are the minority in this show, its clear that the back and forth of l/lights tthought process is really the central value. idk. i think its kinda stupid and they coul dhave added much more depth to the characters.

I think that the decision to highlight intelligence is definetley what makes it deathnote. so yk. it is what it is. but also, they could have handled the treeatment of "less smart" characters with more care. they could have gone deeper into the emotional effect of these decisions.

not to mention the social interactions between characters... the ahllucinations that L experienced beofre deatth were just. so well done. and because of the staunchness of the est of thte show. those moments were sort of coveted and craved. idk. maybe thats a goood thing? who knows.

im also not going to discount the small funny moments in the show. like where L is beig especially awkward or creepy, i think those scenes give LIFE.

But I wish they had more respect for misa and didnt fuckiung rruin her towards the end.

I don know if this makes any fuckin sense. If anyone has additional thoughts realted to this let me know!!

#really not sure if i wanna tag this but fuck it #death note #light yagami #l death note #l lawlight #misa amane

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allonzy · 2 years ago

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My headcanon is that El is in Mike's basement one day and she points to That painting and goes "That's beautiful! Did Will make this too?" And Mike responds "Yeah, wait I thought you knew Will made this. Didn't you ask him to make this for you?" And then El is all "No? When?" And Mike has his epiphany and Byler endgame soon after.

OH MY GOD.

i absolutely need them to bring up the painting again like it's something so serious. the fact that the audiences know that el has NO CLUE about the painting but it's clearly very romantic, and mike knows this fact too thanks to the letter. and the audiences saw will give the painting to mike, even, but under the pretence of El. THE TENSION IS RIGHT THERE FOR MIKE TO SOLVE. THEY HAVE TO BRING IT UP AGAIN PLEASE THIS WOULD BE SO NICE TO SEE. MIKE FIGURING THINGS OUT ON HIS OWN.

(also i'm cheesy like that but i kinda want a mike running to wherever will is going to be in the rain scene once he makes this discovery). rain confessions and epiphany moments hit so goood.

#byler #anon ask #answered #byler painting #byler hc

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minniemariex · 2 years ago

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LOVE IN THE AIR EP 6

SPOILERS AHEAD

stream of thoughts (like literally wrote it on the first watch through on yt i’m off now to watch it grey with all of the nc scenes 😏)

okay we’re like 3 mins in (off which good 2,5 was previously on LITA) and rain is already adorable. him hiding behind Phi when he registered an unknown man as threat was a smart and adorable move. shows how much he trusts Phi to keep him safe and to take care of him. and Phi immediately knowing and introducing him to kind of show he is someone he knows. rain still kind of cowed hides behind Phis still.

also the guy gives me a bad vibe. also are all mafia lords gay? cause he clearly said that Big Bosses ‘boy’ got sick. like? hmmm okay

rain holding Phi’s arm in both hands is precious. he gives himself sth to hold onto. quite literally

Phi asking if he now gets why he was so upset when rain snuck into the race last time. and rain actually getting it. it was super careless and irresponsible and down right stupid of him. but now rain is gonna be a Good Boy and stick to Phi like a glue

oh no. the guys from the bathroom. i mean i knew they would cause trouble this ep. but still.

im also wondering about how close Phi and Big Boss are. like are they kinda friends? and that’s why he trusts Phi to fix his bikes? how did they meet? i’m guessing it was a few years back. since it’s pretty obvious that both twins know him pretty well.

another side not does anyone know how old is Phi? he finished his degree so i’m guessing 25/26? and rain is what? like 20?? idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

omg. okay. Prapai talking to rain. and probably wanting some sky info. but getting interrupted by twin nr. 2. and getting roped into beating newcomers into submission. i so do love saifah (lowkey forgot his name for a sec xD)

okay but the fact that no one wants to race P’Pai should be enough of an indication that he’s one of the best and taht you definitely should not race him. especially on your first race. like. UGH 😩 where’s your common sense and self preservation dude???

sorry to interrupt but there’s a hot blond human being in the background. i’m a white shirt (at around 8,28 on yt). and i jsut would like to have an in focus shot of him. for research purposes of course.

not gonna lie i’m living the race scenes. the only thing that bugs me is taht the other guy is racking in fucking jeans and converse. like. dude. you don’t do that. other than that loving it. P’Pai winning by a margin was not a surprise. like at all. the sore lose was also not a surprise. like at all.

i really don’t understand how some people can be dumb enough to not do research when they pretend to be close to someone. like boi. you telling the right hand man you gonna get him fired when he never saw your face? is a dumb move. but what can you do. your head is probably very very empty.

‘are you okay’ Phi ‘that should be my question’ rain. then rain puts his hand on Phi’s face and asks if he’s angry. cuuuuute

i see you rain. i see you. Phi says he’s mad and your eyes just take in his face and you think it’s hot. me too bb. me too. Phi is hot when he’s mad.

being cute and praising how good of a job Phi did by not punching anyone is a great way to elevate Phi’s mood. well chosen tactic rain. and then finish it with ‘smile, you’re scarring me and don’t frown or i’ll cry’ in an obviously not scared voice and we get one Phi in a better mood already.

the hug was everything. as was rain casually calling himself ‘darling’ the whole time (i think at least). and Phi definitely kissed rains ear. and i love that.

the little grab of Phi’s shirt and pulling him into a kiss after saying ‘Phi likes to take things slowly sometimes’ was soooo goood (i’m mad i’m watching this on yt and can’t see the kisses in full - i’m guessing they cut them after last ep)

and can i just say i love the lighting in this scene. rain looks so soft. as does Phi. it brings up the gold in their skin tone so well. and just loooks amazing.

can we talks a little about how Phi is obviously very good at his job? competency is hot. and also liked by his coworkers? and clearly dedicated to doing his best? he has a life outside of his relationship with rain. and taht sth that i feel like we often don’t get in series. idk if it’s cause a lot of them are just romance and everything not relevant is unimportant. and honestly in LITA it’s kind of the same. but here Phi being good at his job is definitely relevant as rain is in university essentially to have the same career. but i still like and appreciate showing us his work space and his colleagues and his job. and the fact he’s good at it is a great motivator for rain but also for the viewers.

Phi rushing to the garage cause he knows rain is there. i love their relationship. i want one for myself.

and rain just being at the garage to study. and do his work. as he promised Phi he would. TIME MÉNAGEMENT YAY

‘Phi there are people around’ looks around at the empty room. lol just let him kiss you rain. get your reward for studying xD

the kiss in the nose was adorable. as was the challenge to kiss rain on the mouth. which Phi did with pleasure.

COMMUNICATION we asked for it. and we got it. and actual conversation in a series where both parties expressed their opinion on a matter, which would normally cause a problem of some kind in a couple. here we got clear intentions and explanation and promise to not get hurt. Phi knows he ha smithing to gain from the race. but he shoma do it anyway. and rain while doesn’t really get it comes to an understanding taht it’s important to his Phi. so he has him promise not to get hurt. to which Phi responds that he’s going to have a bike race not a war. and i love it. thye we’re both level headed at the time of the conversation. clearly some time has passed since saifah came and gave them the news. they both thought about it. and discussed it as couple. got to an understanding. and case closed.

also i want to talk a little about how much Phi and rain hug. like since they got together they’ve been all over each other. hugging and holding hands and kissing. which honestly i don’t see that much in the series. like hugging doesn’t seem to be a huge part of most bl relationships. sure quick hugs or when one is distressed. but just pulling the other flush against and holding him there. that does not happen often. but would love to see it more often. i understand that not all characters have a personality fit for this type of actions. but i simply adore that LITA gives me all of that. cause i would definitely be like rain cling onto my SO hands and arms and just content with being held. and it’s nice to see that on the screen. it’s sth that’s missing (for me) in a lot of series. especially friends to lovers trope a so would imagine they would be quite touchy with each other.

rain is worried. but then he sees Phi in a racing suit and is like ‘Phi never loses’. the guys know that Phi did in fact lose one time. to rain of course xDD but rain doesn’t have to know just how much power he has over his Phi

Phi loves touching rains face. he constantly squished him. and it’s adorable. as is him touching rains hair or head.

omg Phi is so smooth. ‘the suit looks so cool Phi’ ‘it looked cool when i put it on. wanna see me take it off?’ Phi you’re gonna kill rain at some point with your flirting.

‘put them on for me’ gives rain his gloves. i’m in love with this man.

and of course then the duchebag shows up.

rain being protective of his Phi something i would love to see more of. also rain swearing in Phis presence is so hot. since he never does it anymore as Phi doesn’t like ba mannered boys. but when someone touches his Phi? all of that goes out of the window. and Phi is obviously proud of the way rain is supporting him and protecting him (kind of not really but you get what i mean)

also why did the duchebags friend had to have such beautiful and low voice?? he said like two lines but i’m ready to get him out of that friendship.

the race. well obviously Phi will win. i wonder if it’s really the actors. i mean i knwo that some parts at least are them. but i wonder if they had some more capable people race and do it like super fast and then stitch it together. and like i said. Phi won. fair and square.

and apparently that was hot for rain. cause those kisses are saying a lot. yes boy go and take that suit off like Phi wanted you before. UGH YOUTUBE WHY DO YOU KEEP STOPPING BEFORE THE BEST PART?!?!?!?!? imma watch it later on grey xD

rain is discovering a whole new world with Phi. works of wonderful sex and wonderful kinks to try out xD

AGAIN THE LIGHTING IN THIS SCENE IS GORGEOUS

rain wants to see Phi in a race suit but not race again. and i kinda get it.

Phi’s backstory of why he chose architecture is hilarious. but so true lol. you make some weird choices on some random decisions you made as a kid.

i’m in love with this scene. just them quietly talking about themselves. getting to know each other. and confessing it’s ‘more than like’ and that ‘it been more than like for a while now’ is so wholesome. i want that with my SO some day.

my biggest pet peeve is when you are in bed and under the covers but your feet stand out. CANT STAND IT 😫

rain made breakfast. in underwear. and Phi came in. and smacked his ass. and let me tell you something. thai kind of simple domesticity is great and i love every second of it given to me. rain not even being bothered but the smack has just added few points for the scene.

Phi being a gentleman and kissing rains hand is such a great contrast to him smacking rains ass and i love it.

aww rain is a stay at home boyfriend now. so cute.

that’s suspicious. rain do not go to carry the package. like boi be smart. your Phi jsut had a conflict with a guy who clearly saw you kiss him, thus he knows you’re important to him. this little clue les bean.

okay i’m sorry but like. they didn’t even tie him up. wtf ??

okay i’m sorry? that’s an unbearably messy room?? you’ve clearly never saw mine lol omg is he gonna realize it’s Phi’s triangle (i honestly have no idea what’s it called in english lol)

#love in the air the series #love in the air #payurain #ep 6 #lol it got long again #sorry not sorry #if you read through this props to you lol

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ahsoka-lives · 4 years ago

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Apprentice

SUMMARY/ AN: INQUISITOR CAL SOULMATE AU The first words your soulmate says to you appears on your wrist after they’re spoken. Reader is almost in Cal’s position except the backstory is different(you’ll see what I mean and reminds me of Rey a bit). I’m sure you’ve all read a fic that started with the Bracca scene so I tried to change it up. Gif is by @ciricinnamonroll and it’s sos os goood. Please lmk what you guys think!!

WARNINGS: A bit violent and a little sad

WORD COUNT: 1594

The weather on Bracca was as cheerful as ever. Grey and dark blue clouds were scattered across the sky as the rain carried on into the night. You were exhausted, no beyond exhausted. If you were to spend one more minute on top of that frigate you would have fallen asleep up there.

You’d been a scrapper for as long as you could remember, Bracca was all you’ve ever known. The woman who raised you claimed that you just appeared on her doorstep in a small wooden basket, barely a few months old. She took you in and raised you as if she was your mother but she was already old when you arrived. She passed away when you were young, leaving you to learn the ways of the junkyard planet by yourself. You were eternally grateful for the time you had with her but there was part of you that ached for that feeling of belonging again, for a family. Everyday alone here was the same; Wake up, go to work, take the train back to the husk of an Imperial Walker that you called home, and do it again the next day.

One day, you told yourself, one day you would meet your soulmate and then you would get to have that feeling. You dreamed of the day you would look down and see the first words of your true love on your skin. You knew only a handful of people who had theirs and the envy you felt was unparalleled.

Suddenly the train began slowing down but it was way too soon for it to be your stop. The calm chatter of the train transformed into hushed gasps and you could almost feel the tensions rise. You jumped to your feet and looked toward the commotion at the front of the train car.

“Imperial troopers!” A small boy who couldn’t be older than 15 yelled from against the window.

“Troopers are stopping the train?” You mutter aloud to yourself. This was unusual, sure troopers were just about everywhere nowadays but they almost never did random stops.

The train finally came to a full stop and the doors to hissed open. The sound of the rain pattering onto the ground could be heard from inside. Two troopers walked onto the train and side-by-side inspected the car while ordering identification papers from everyone on board. This was also unusual, your stomach began to churn with anxiety. What was going on?

“Everybody outside now!” A trooper ordered with the usual lifeless tone. Within seconds all of the passengers filed out onto the muddy Bracca terrain. You pulled the hood of your poncho over your head in an attempt to protect yourself from the onslaught of rain.

Standing side by side perfectly still were two Imperial Inquisitors. You recognized them from a propaganda poster that the Empire used to trick young boys into willingly enlisting but you weren’t sure of their purpose. Living out here kept you hidden from a lot of the Empire’s atrocities and you considered yourself lucky. As you were pushed toward the Inquisitors by the wall of troopers that formed behind you, you fixed your gaze to the mud that caked your boots.

“We are here today because we received word that one of you may be a traitor to the Empire.” A bitter voice called from behind her winged helmet. “It would seem that one of you is a Jedi.”

Her words sparked visible confusion from the group and everyone began exchanging worried glances between one another. A Jedi? Aren’t those extinct?

“If this traitor doesn’t come forward and reveal themselves, all of you will be executed. Show yourself, or we will spill all of your blood!” She shouted angrily and the sound of blasters being aimed could be heard from behind you. Mere moments passed before she sighed in mock disappointment. “Very well, open fire.”

“Wait! Stop!” The young boy from earlier shouted from his place next to you and stepped forward, arms raised above his head in submission. Shock ran through the line of your peers at the events unfolding in front of you.

“Kestis, time to play your part in this.” The woman commanded and stepped away from the other Inquisitor.

The second Inquisitor reached to his hip and grabbed a small piece of equipment. In one fluid motion the Inquisitor released it from its clasp and brought two fiery red blades to life. You let a loud gasp slip past your mouth and terror flooded throughout your body. The man called Kestis stalked toward the boy like a predatory animal and that he was. The boy was backing away with fear written all over his face and your heart was racing. Rapid eyes moved from the Inquisitor to the boy and you couldn’t help but think they had to be mistaken. This little boy couldn’t possibly be that much of a threat.

“Kestis, he has to prove himself first.” The woman growled from behind him, clearly aggravated.

“Fine, we’ll do this your way.” The deep voice of the man just a few feet in front of you sent chills down your spine. He deactivated his weapon and placed it back at his side before extending a menacing hand to the boy. When the boy hesitated his wrist was grabbed harshly and pulled into Kestis’s arms. He kicked against the Inquisitors hold and grunted useless “get off”s and “let go”s, your heart ached for him. There has to be something I can do.

Before you knew it he had dragged the boy to the cliff side and the Inquisitor hoisted the boy up by his collar and held him over the edge with ease.

“If he lives, he’s a Jedi and I get to kill him myself. If he dies then we kill them all.” His voice was riddled with irritation, Kestis clearly didn’t like to be told what to do. The Inquisitor gave the line of bystanders one last glance before turning back to the child. “So long, Jedi.”

The gloved hand left his collar. Screams left the strained throats of those around you and the rain seemed to quiet itself to allow the sound to echo louder. Your hand shot out helplessly as if to grab the boy and a scream of your own left your throat raw. The next few seconds defied all of what you thought possible

It was as if the air obeyed the profound “NO” that you screamed and halted the movements of the plummeting child. He floated over the edge of the cliff for just a moment before your reflexes pulled your hand back to your chest. While the words “What did I do” rattled around in your brain, you cradled the hand that acted on its own and the boy fell. His screams were heard only for a moment as he fell from earshot.

“So, it wasn’t the boy.” The woman hummed curiously as the two Inquisitors turned toward you. Tears pricked your eyes and mixed with the rain against your cheeks as guilt filled your consciousness. “You don’t even know what just happened, do you?”

You were panting and staring at the rogue hand, barely paying any mind to the Inquisitors ahead of you. They paused unsure of what was to be done with you. The Inquisitors seemed to be arguing over the issue but you really didn’t care, your mind was still reeling at what just happened around you, to you, and to that poor boy.

“We can’t just leave her here, Kestis.”

“We shouldn’t kill her either, she doesn’t even know what she is.” Kestis bit back in a hushed but aggressive tone and stared down the woman in front of him.

“Do what you want, I’m done here. Troopers, they’re free to go.” The Inquisitor snapped and turned on her heel to leave. You were finally pulled from your trance at the damning sound of his boots stomping over to you.

Your eyes snapped up and your instincts kick in once again making your feet start to step away from him. The man let out a low growl and grabbed your wrist pulling you to him while he simultaneously brought his masked face to sit in front of yours. From this close you could hear the heavy breaths that left his modulator.

“You’re with me now.” He gritted and within seconds a burning sensation tore into your skin making you scream out in pain. “Oh come on, I barely touched you.”

You yanked your wrist from his grasp and looked at him appalled. Thankfully, the burning quickly subsided and you blinked away the tears to let your eyes focus on the words forming in your skin.

Oh my gods, this is it?

“You’re who I’ve been waiting for?” Your unnerved state was evident in your tone. Kestis hissed and pressed his hand over his wrist as the words you spoke burned into him. He hurriedly ripped his glove off and pulled up the sleeve on his uniform as if they were the cause of his pain. The cold rains of Bracca fell onto the newly revealed skin and soothed his skin.

“What an interesting turn of events.” He chuckled as he read the words over and over again. He was surprised to say the least. “You’re really stuck with me now, hun.”

He pulled his glove back on and laughed once again, he couldn’t believe his luck. His soulmate and a new apprentice all in one.

#inquisitor!cal #calquisitor #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis #jfo #soulmate au #sw #star wars

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junicane-tma · 4 years ago

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MAG 173

To set the scene for this liveblog, I will detail my current surroundings. I’ve just been released from quarantine after my mom was diagnosed with Covid-19. During that time, I spent less than 3 hours outside. It rained every day and the normal new summer heat was cooled by the rain. Today, my first real foray into the outdoors, it is incredibly hot and the sun is brighter than I’ve seen in 14 days. I’m in a crowd of teenagers who want to swim in the local river to escape the heat. They are screaming and jumping off of rocks. That is to say, I’m not exactly in the ideal place to listen to an episode about the fear of the dark when I’m currently being blinded by the sun and yelling teenagers are blocking out the sound from my headphones.

Let’s begin.

I always get excited when Jon and Martin talk.

Episodes about the dark aren’t really scary to me except that one with the blanket that did nothing. This should be interesting

Why is Jon so affected?

Oooooh no. The children. They’re being harvested.

I wonder who it’ll be. I can’t really remember any big name Dark avatars. I think it would be interesting if it was somehow Melanie but I doubt it.

Callum Brody?? Who???

OH MY FUCKING GOD OOOOOH MY GOOOD

I don’t remember hearing a child yet, that was creepy

Oh Martin.

Before the statement starts, update on my situation. Someone has a radio and it is Blasting country. I’m developing a sunburn on my cheeks even though I’ve only been here about 20 minutes.

OwO I know this poem. Rip Jack.

I get it Jonny, you have good breath control

So Martin wants to find out a way to help the kids by listening to Jon make the statement. So far, the fear of the dark is more about the fear of the unknown. Jack doesn’t know where the monsters are, what they look like, but he’s convinced they’re chasing him. It sure would be nice if someone who knows everything, an avatar to a god of Knowing Things, were to tell him that the monsters weren’t real?1

Jack’s fear of monsters, that particular brand of childhood superstition, I can vibe with that. I used to spring up the basement stairs after turning off the lights because I thought garden gnomes would chase me and kill me. Important note: there were never any gnomes on our property. I have no idea where this fear came from.

HE ISNT SCARED OF MONSTERS...THOUGH HE KNOOOOOWS EVER SO MUCH ABOUT THEM! Knowledge is power, my theory is confirmed /jk

Lmao callum put him in a hole. “Fuck off kid don’t tell me to shut up >:( get in the Pit”

I wonder what the adults perspectives are like. Are they scared or are they just props for the kids to be scared of

I like this episode’s focus on how fears develop

Damn why did Jon sound so malicious. Like be kinder man.

I wish this episode was longer actually. It was pretty good

#tma #tma liveblog #mag 173

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gladiasama · 5 years ago

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La squadra’s headcanon

okay, here we go for our babies!

Risotto:

this big boy absolutely loves listening to music. Metallica, Nirvana,... goth daddy loves it! You can just see him hum this kind of song when he's driving or working. He doesn't sing very nice but listening to his low voice is a kinda relaxing.

when he's feeling alone or boring, he plays with little Metallica beans. Just, catch him while he pat this little cuties. You can see him with a pretty and tiny smile! Capo can be cute sometimes...

he loves help each other or stay with his team. He will do everything: strip poker, mario kart,... just ask him and he will do it for you!

the best cuddler. If you feeling sad, just put your head on his shoulder or in his chest and he will make you sit on his hips and will cuddle you until you feel better. Goth bear daddy.

Prosciutto:

oh boy. This pretty blond LOVES to take care of himself: his hair, his skin, his face, everybody has to be perfect. When he is on the bathroom, you should have a lot of time behind you because he can take hours. His products are very nice and smell so goood.

after a long day, just put your hands on his hair and his face so he will become a putty in your hands in less 5 seconds. But don't forget this, never touch his hair if he doesn't let you do this. He will be kind of angry but you are his baby, he didn't think what he said. When he doesn't work, he will do a pretty ponytail or something like that, it really suit him good.

oh what a good and sexy cooker(i'm not sure if cooker means something?). If it's your turn to cook something, be sure he'll be here and makes the best meal you have ever eat.

you have nothing to do this afternoon? Right, go shopping baby. Be sure that he will buy you everything you want or really suit you well even if the price hurts ouch he mentally screams. Pesci could be here too because of the bags. Prosciutto has to hold your hand in his right hand and his cigarette in his left hand. Also, there is 99,99% that he will buy you secretly something he likes and suits you, you don't know what will happens if he buys you sweet lingerie:)

Formaggio:

ooh this cheese boy loveees to eat. Just stay with him on your couch, bring some junk food and he will be in heaven. If you feeling bold, before he returns of his work or a tiring day, try or make a very good meal for him, he loves everything you do! If Formaggio eats too much, just go to lay with him and cover his face and stomach with kisses, rub his head, face, back or his tummy and he is all yours!

always has a new cat. One time, you surprise him feeding some cats in the town. He seems to be so happy when you tell him that you love cats as he likes them! But be ready if one day, he returns at home with a box of kittens on his arms, his clothes on it. Be ready for your babies!

if you are sad, he will put his heart and soul to make you smile! He hates seeing you sad and tired. He'll pay attention to your face, if he sees a little smile on your face, there is 100% chance that he will tease you and kiss all your face and told you on his arms. Big teddy bear hug boyfriend loves you so much!

sunny day outside? Go for walking, shopping or anything you want! Want to watch a movie? Sure, he’ll shrink the two of yours and free cinema! It’s not very legal but Formi doesn’t care, he just wants you having a good time. Want to walk after, here you go! If you’re tired, he’ll shrink you and put you in one of his pocket. Or if you want more fun, you piggy back on his back and be sure he’ll run if there is a slope only to make you scream lol

Pesci:

shy boy, oh what a tiny shy ananas boy. If the weather is very nice, he’ll take you to go fishing all the day! Prosciutto he has prepare everything for you, like food Prosciutto he makes himself, the drink he takes,etc... He teaches you how fishing and all the things you have to know about fish and friends, at the end of the day, you’ll try to hunt like a bear, Pesci had to stop you please no. You return at home completely wet, but you have something to eat for like 2 months.

pesci likes to play games with you and the squad, but it’s never during to much time because of Ghiaccio who always screams and destroys everything when he loses. Also, he likes to watch movies with you, his record is 6 movies in only one night in your company. Don’t watch with him an emotional movie or he will cry during one week week poor baby;-;

if Prosciutto forces asks him to follow him for shopping, he happily accepts! Even if Prosciutto forces him to carry his bags, Pesci is okay! At the end, when Prosciutto buys a lot of clothes and beauty products, he decided to make Pesci some gifts, something he’s sure his little bro loves of all his heart. Even if Prosciutto is rude with him, he really likes him and maybe consider Pesci as his “aniki”, like Pesci likes to call him.

poor boy is always teased by Formaggio, Illuso or Melone... The 3 of them are terrible together! He’s always teased by the squad! One time, Sorbet and Gelato made him believe that you were kidnapped by a sort of ghost in the middle of the night. Melone and Illuso scared him so much while you were sleeping peacefully in Formaggio’s pocket.

Illuso:

this pretty boy is always teasing you: he’s one of the tallest member of the la squadra, it’s easy for him to tease you. Poke at your cheeks, put his arms on your head, carry you on his arms suddenly and makes you come closer of his chest. He can feel the blush on your face when his hands go down near to your butt.

he might be a pretty bastard rat who always teasing you all over the day, he has weakness. If he returns at home by a tiring and long day, make him lay on your lap when you caress his hair and pull gently one of his ponytail. He’ll become a putty in few seconds. His cheeks become pink and his face seems to relax. Even if in the first look he seems to be cocky and kinda mean, he’s a real sweetheart in reality!

when the home become too much noisy for him (when Ghiaccio returns at the house lol) he’ll go back into the mirror world and will just lay here. He’ll probably invite you to relax with him because this rat always needs attention from you. If it’s raining outside, there is a big chance for him to hugs you from behind and drag you into his world where he’ll cuddle you all the day.

man in the mirror loves you too! If you stay at the mirror world with him and Lulu is not here for few seconds, Man in the Mirror will look at you, if you’re not scared of him, he’ll let you approch him for some cuddle. He absolutely LOVES to have his chin pat. Illuso can feel it and knows what happens when he feels so good and loved! What a sweet darling.

Melone:

ooh sweet melon boy. When he sees you, be sure that he’ll be in his kneels only to hug, kiss or cary you in the seconds that follows that he sees you! Sometimes, he wears some lipstick only to leave some marks on your face and body. He loves to see you covers with, it means that how much he cares and loves you!

surprising, baby face likes you too! The first time he saw you, he spread his tiny arms in the air and wanted you to carry him. Melone was on the ground, screaming how much you were cute and how much you could be a great mother. Aaaw melon daddy loves you so muuuch!

he’s such a diva. One time, he saw a spider and he cried so much. He said that one time, a spider bites his pretty face and he said that he was “disfigured”. he doesn’t eat well, sometimes, he forgot or didn’t want to eat so you had to force him. The only to make him eat is to make him sit on your laps and give him food while his stomach explodes.

sometimes, he takes your clothes and wears them for a long long time. He likes to see your cute expression when you see him with these clothes. He’ll lay on you, his face on your chest and will cuddle you for the day. If you pat his hair, he can fall asleep in your arms. Kiss his face while he’ll wake up, so sweet little angel.

Ghiaccio:

oh boy tiny angry gremlin. If he has the time, he’ll take you in the evening to go to a skating rink. He’ll try to teach you how to stand and move, it will be hard for him because ice skating is very difficult lol. He’ll put your hands in his and will try to make you move before you fall on his chest. he was so red ihih.

in his bedroom, you can find gifts that you give him and you remember that he said he hates them. Why do you sleep with the penguin plush Ghiaccio? And the cute t-shirt you wear when you sleep? Ah! And the cute selfies you send him that he doesn’t like them, why are they in your phone? He’ll so red when he heard that lol.

he’s the favorite target of Illuso’s prank. His screams are so shrill and the face he’s making is so funny! Melone recors the scene ans send you, Ghiaccio sulks to you for a few hours before you scratch behind his ears and chin to calm him down. He’s so angry again because this time, Gelato recors everything and the video is in the tv for 3 hours now.

he’s very cute when he laughs. It’s very rare to see him smile or something like that but when you catch him smile, he’ll be reddening as hell. Stop teasing him! And have you sleep when he sleeps??? He’s so cute when he drools a little, his eyebrows looks so relaxed and he looks so peaceful! Aaaw, cute kitty.

Sorbet and Gelato:

daddies are teasing you all the time: you’re walking, will put hands on your hips or butt; you’re sleeping, in the morning you’ll awake with bites and hickeys all over your neck and body. Gelato absolutely loves to leave bites and blood trail in your neck when he bites you hard with his tiny fangs. Sorbet likes to leaves so bruises and nails trail too when he kiss you.

When you are walking in the street, be sure that they will teasing you again. If there are a lot of people in the town, be sure that they be able to ran away from you and hide. They will show themselves when you panic a little too much or if you begin to cry a little. Sorbet doesn’t really care but Gelato will cary you in his arms while kissing you.

Sorbet is the best cooker of the two of yours. While Gelato can make the kitchen burn, Sorbet can cook the granny style cooking. It’s better when he’ll try to steal your food outside of your mouth. Eeew he’s strange but you love him.

gelato is the best cuddler. Will put you on his laps and kiss you again and again and again. If you’re in your bed, he’ll take the whole place and Sorbet had to carry him on his stomach only to give you some rest. Gelato is like glue you carry all the day, you need some rest. They are not so cruel and mean with you, their tiny lovers.

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arandomsewer · 6 years ago

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Reacting to Batman vs TMNT

Part 5:

-so Mikey gets to ride off into the final battle in the batmobile with Batman.

-(deep breath of pride and content)

-meanwhile, Robin goes in the turtle's wagon.

"So you ride around in this thing, on purpose?"

Well, sorry kid, not everyone has a multy millonary dad! Some of us live in the fucking sewers

-aaand the wagon changes, and it can actually outran the batmobile.

Don't mess with Donnie's stuff.

-oh shit, the turtle's wagon can actually BLOCK RAINING BOMBS

-Robin screaming in the back

And falling of the seat 'cause Leo drives like a hooligan and he's not used to that

-Donnie's up for shiiit

-yeeeeah good shit, Donnie!

-Raph just punches the guy.

He just punches the guy

-batgirl throws 3 retromutagen dosis to the one pigeon monster. And Elephan monster chases them. Where is she?

-Leo, drives like a hooligan

Donnie, hanging upside down knocks on the window "hey! We're still up here!"

You know, cause he's used to Leo's driving, but he's just a bit too much today 'cause an elephant is chasing them

A ninja elephant.

Its a bad day

(Me, in my post apocaliptic car, if I were in the scene) WHAT A LOVELY DAY!! WHAT A BEAUTIFULL DAY!!!

-oh, there's Batgirl

-well, fuck retromutagen. Lets blow up the elephant.

-the foot soldiers manage to hold down the batmobile. Can't blame that on the turtles!

-yo fucking kidding me. A ninja t-rex.

Not even a humanoid t-rex, a full on giant t-rex, its only traces of being human, a broken mask and bandages.

-I guess they decided to experiment a little bit more with the ooze, and they had amber.

-"Mikey, press some buttons"

Mikey "IM GONNA HIT EVERY BUTTON!!"

Robin, with the face of a child who's father is rich, but doesn't get to eat pizza "I allways wanted to do thaaat"

-the Shreder expects to be paid, unlike the Penguin

-aha! Shreder gets ONE jab at the green cape guy

-"tipical. Batman sends children to do his work for him"

Ooooohhhh thats a nice jab!

-oooooh so a Robin did die in this dimension!! And he just mentions it like that. No explanation, no context.

-everybody is fighting. Robin wants to fight and he pics Stockman.

-ooooh no!! DONNIE!!!

-he's in the machine. His arm is broken but he's in the machine.

-carefull with the buttons, Mikey

-wait, was that Splinter's voice!?

-GHASP! Leo's sword!

-kick him in the balls. It would be so cool.

-oh shit he did kick him in the balls!

XD that's ninja stuff

(Ironically true)

-oh shit yeah TELL HIM LEO!!

-I don't need to say it, but I will: the animation is awesome

-Batman said cowabunga

-SHREDER HAS SPLINTER'S SCAR!!!

!!!!!!!!!

-ok Im kind of offended, that Donnie didn't get to do his thing with the machine, but Mikey's solution's cool too.

-"wait, we're riding it. Do we want it to explode?"

-he beats the Shreder and Im like 'KILL HIM. KILL HIM. now that you get the chance, kill him. For a better future for New York!!'

-aaand he just fell on the chemicals

-oooh they save the soldiers! See? That's a side of Batman's character they don't show us often

-squeeeeee we didn't get much of it, but I like the relationship between Donnie and Batgirl

-now picture Alfred using the skateboard

-AAAAAW BATMAN AND ROBIN EATING PIZZA WITH THE TURTLES

your father handing you over some pizza. That's bonding level cowabunga

-the credits roll, and I still have hopes of getting and extra scene with Splinter

-no? Well, the covers are good toó!

-oh hey, we have to recount the points! So, it was...

Griffindor: 40 points. It was just not that kind of movie.

Ravenclaw: 85 points. I knew it coul get better!

Slytherin: 100 points! Really good, guys!

And the first place and the cup of the house, is for Hufflepuff, with his 150 points!!

-oh come on!! We get another look at Shreder but not at Splinter?

-well. To sum it up. THIIIIS WAS SOME GOOOOD SHIIIIT!!! GOOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE MHHHHMH IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF! GOOOOOOOD SHIIIIIIT!!!!!

#batman vs tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles #batman #recap #react #reaction #howarts

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coconut-cluster · 5 years ago

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Gosh every time you post a new thing I melt 😍 there's something so soft about your writing that really sets up the mood for that wonderful idea. I love your descriptions, how they always make all your senses interact with the scene (smell of cinnamon, hot cocoa, the colours of the castle, the sound of the rain, UGH it's just so goood!!!) Roman in a white sweater is the softest thing ever?? Thanks for conjuring that image in my head ❤❤

ty sm ahhhh!!!!!

#ask #love

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shigarakitomuras-startingline · 4 years ago

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I saw somebody else here on tumblr.com say that this chapter was “boring af” and um. Still trying to process that. Agree to disagree???? ???????

I fucking lost it at the comparison between AFO holding that corpse and “a sleepy toddler carrying their teddy bear”. There should be a limit on how funny one person is allowed to be, and yet, you keep destroying it. (Plus ultra!!!) My less amusing AFO observation is that his little prison/straightjacket onesie thing makes him look even more like a potato in a burlap sack. “Demon lord” my ass. Get back underground with all the other root vegetables you’re not special

This is a small thing, and the chapter still isn’t officially translated, but AFO calls Tomura “the future king” and himself “demon lord”. I know literally nothing about medieval hierarchy, but I’m getting the vibe that in AFO’s mind, lord>king. I also enjoy the wonderful irony of AFO being all “no Tomura you’re my successor!!!” while in the same panel, his big-ass hands are looming over Tomura’s consciousness getting basically strangled in the AFO dreamscape. I’m sure it’s nothing. (Bonus AFOFA???: the AFO vestige in Tomura’s mind is potatoed, but the memory of AFO/possible AFO vestige within OFA is still in his prime. This tracks with when each respective piece of AFO was given away... its so obvious lol I can’t believe I didn’t realize it earlier)

AFO still seems to be going the doting caregiver route in his manipulations; I kind of thought that by this point he’d get angry at Tomura for “rebelling” (you know, because he’s a dick with major control issues), but the paternalistic facade is so much more unsettling. I do predict that at some point, AFO will get tired of the act and try to subdue Tomura by force, and that’s when my boy will finally go against AFO for real. God I need a Kurogiri and Tomura reunion. Get this poor guy a better dad stat

I think I mentioned in another post somewhere that for the possession, I want the anime to do a Malachite from Steven Universe type deal where their voices layer on top of each other, but you can hear more of whoever’s in control. That’d be more creepy than comedic, I would hope.

I’m so excited for this to be animated it’s going to be so goood. I can already hear “The Power of All For One” blaring as AFO walks up to Tomura in the driving rain, Tomura’s hair whipping around dramatically. ooooo what if the whole prison break is set to “The Power of All For One?” You go in expecting the scene to have Epic Escaping Music, but the violence and chaos is actually backed by the creepiest track on the OST. ✨Subverting expectations✨

I’m pissed at Horikoshi for making me feel a twinge of sympathy for fucking Overhaul of all people. He was banging his head on the door until Mysterious Hot Villain Lady let him out, and the first word out of his mouth was “father”. Why did I feel bad for him???? You’re the one who put father dearest in that coma, you ass!!! But I guess he regrets it and wants to heal the guy. ughhhh whatever. If he gets anywhere near Eri, every single person at UA who can still stand will act collectively to beat the shit out of him, and I will cheer them on.

the rumor about Horikoshi crying writing this chapter was definitely made up so sorry for spreading that :|

oh my god this was so long I’m sorry 💀

BnHA Chapter 297: We’re Bustin’ Outta This Joint

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi did his best to undo all of the good vibes from the Girl Power arc by killing off Midnight. It sucks and I still don’t like it, but it is what it is. Unfortunately, Not Killing Off Your One Female Teacher Character With Any Character Development was worth 30% of his grade for the semester, so it brought his average down all the way to a C-, and so he and his report card will just have to live with that. Meanwhile Ochako did some rescuing, and the other U.A. kids lay around unconscious and/or traumatized. The chapter ended with an abrupt cut to Tartarus, where AFO is apparently just chilling and waiting for the Nearly High Ends to come bust him free. What kind of a cliffhanger is that to leave your fans hanging on for three whole weeks. Who’s suffering more here, the characters or the readers.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “okay I know you all want to know what happens to Deku and Shouto and the rest, but have you considered finding out what happens to Overhaul and Muscular and Moonfish and New Girl Character instead?” Fandom is all, “you had us at New Girl Character.” Seiji’s dad is all, “I’m just going to say a bunch of stuff to help make sure none of the readers feel conflicted about cheering on a bunch of mass murderers escaping from prison.” Tomura is all, “dammit AFO why are you still here.” AFO is all, “shhh, Tomura, go back to sleep.” Tomura is all, “wtf but you’re literally hijacking my body and continuing to shred it to bits while we break into BnHA Alcatraz to recruit your own personal Suicide Squad.” AFO is all, “:).” Real!AFO is all, “HERE I AM, EVERYONE, SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING.” And then the chapter ends. Geez.

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maruwrites · 8 years ago

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A Little Goes a Long Way (Part 1)

I’m the worst, I know. I hope you can forgive me for my absence! Here’s a request from @bendingovervirginia where Reid is sick and Reader takes care of him. Also, yes, there will be a Part 2 and it might not take too long lol.

“Reid. Go. Home."

(Y/N) was infuriated. Her coworker had been coughing and feeling queasy for the last three days, but he was still adamant about going to work. Sat in front of her, a red-nosed and sick Spencer kept trying to focus on his paperwork but was blinking slowly due to the drowsiness of the medicine he took and was having a hard time concentrating on anything.

“I will,” he said. (Y/N) laughed at his funny voice due to his sickness. The doctor frowned. “But only when everyone does. I’m fine.” The woman sat at the desk next to his rolled her eyes at his stubbornness.

“You’re such… Fine! But I’m taking you home after work, ok?," she spat, annoyed at his stubborness. (Y/N) sighed, nervously. She did not anticipate that. She had planned her whole night, which included Netflix, popcorn and a ton of ice cream. It did not include, however, a sick coworker that she definitely had to take care of now. Spencer just nodded, too high on his meds to say anything.

“How are you feeling?” (Y/N) asked from the other side of the door while the genius was putting clothes on after taking a shower. She was carrying a tray with some warm soup she’d ordered for him, along with crackers and a lot of water. He mumbled on the other side and (Y/N) didn’t hear what he said, so she opened the door, her eyes falling to the young doctor’s uncovered chest, while he was struggling to put on a simple T shirt.

Her massive crush on him made her blush a little. Even a very sick and stubborn Spencer didn’t wash away her feelings for him. Seeing him day after day going through numerous boxes of tissue did nothing to keep away the feelings she had for him. (Y/N) was glad he was currently unable to see due to his inability to coordinate himself to put on a shirt. She chuckled lightly.

“Here, let me help you, dum-dum."

“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m a certified genius,” he muffled through the fabric. She helped him and took him to his bed, placing the covers over him and putting the tray that had been placed on the floor on top of the blanket.

“Right. A true genius would have been taking better care of himself."

“It was that stupid rain.” Spencer looked like a child, a frown and a pout taking over his whole face. (Y/N) couldn’t help laughing at him and remembering the day that had made him feel this way.

After a group dinner at a new place near (Y/N)'s house, Spencer insisted he should walk her home. It surprised her at first, because he rarely spoke to her outside of work. He was always reticent when talking to (Y/N) at bars or restaurants while with the group, and when they were at the BAU, he'd just discuss latest cases or paperwork with her. If they were alone, well, that's when he didn't speak to her at all. She always assumed it was because he didn't like her much or maybe because he thought they had nothing in common, but she never pressed him. Always concerned about his feelings and comfort, the youngest girl of the team would never do anything to upset the genius. He had so much already on his mind.

That day, they had walked to her house in complete silence. (Y/N) knew better than to say anything, afraid she might give away her feelings. She had trouble keeping things for herself, and if Spencer were anyone else, she'd have already asked him out, told him she wanted to pursue a relationship outside of work. But he was so... him, that she kept her feelings a secret, worried she'd scare him off for good. Which was why she spent most of time trying to repress those feelings, attributing them to a simple and easily forgettable work crush.

So they walked together in silence, and it was only when it started raining, and they started running, that he said something. Spatting some facts about raining and precipitation and odds, and (Y/N) couldn't help but be amazed at him, her eyes sparkling, hanging at his every word. 'It's now,' she thought. 'I'm gonna tell him now.' But then he smiled at her at her doorstep, stared at her eyes so intensely -so much so she could see from his eyes his brain was working at a fast speed-, and said goodbye, hastily making his way back to the street. (Y/N) decided, again, she wouldn't say a thing and would try not to force her presence on him as much as she could.

But he was sick now, and too stubborn to do anything about it, so (Y/N) convinced herself she would just take care of him and that would be it. After that, no more close contact between the two.

While he ate, she sat at his side, randomly opening one of the books on his bedside table.

"Did you know that the author of this book-" Spencer began until she interrupted him with a "Shhhh". At his frown, (Y/N) chuckled.

"Don't get me wrong, Reid. I love learning new things from you, but you need to keep quiet for your throat to heal," she said, seeing his pout disappear. He mumbled inaudibly, probably upset at the fact that he shouldn't be speaking but still abiding by (Y/N)'s suggestion.

They continued that way, him eating his dinner and her reading sitting beside the doctor, completely unaware.

Unaware of the fact that he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of her for one second, even managing to burn his tongue in the hot soup. Unaware of what was going on in the genius' brain, of his thoughts of how domestic that whole scene seemed. Unaware that the only thing on his mind was that was all he wanted out of life. Unaware of the pure love that was radiating from his eyes at that very moment.

"You're leaving?," he asked, the minute she stood up. The adoration and dependence in his voice didn’t escape Spencer, who started scolding himself in his mind. (Y/N) noticed it too, but attributed it to him being sick. When people are sick, they had the tendency to feel quite dependent. That was it.

She smiled. “I’m just gonna go get my phone,” (Y/N) said, and left his room. She reached for her bag on Spencer’s couch and took out her phone, reading a funny text Garcia had sent her along with a cute cat gif.

The doctor had been eyeing her carefully through the crack on his door, feeling a bit weird seeing her laugh at something he couldn't see. It was this bitter sensation, accompanied by a lot of anger. He hated this feeling, and he learned soon enough after realizing he was absolutely in love with his coworker that it was jealousy. He didn’t like it one bit, but the alternative was to confess her his feelings, and that seemed a lot worse. As much as he hated jealousy, he also didn’t like rejection.

“Did you take the cough medicine yet?,” she yelled from the kitchen, making herself some coffee.

Spencer smiled. She was making coffee, which meant she was going to spend some time with him, she wasn’t going anywhere anytime. At that point, he felt victorious, comparing himself to the person who had made her laugh, as if he had won a competition. It was a bad feeling that made him feel good. “No, where is– oh, found it!” He looked at his bedside table, not having noticed before that she had put there all the medicine the doctor had prescribed Spencer, a few cough drops, a lot of water and tissues. He was so busy looking at her he barely noticed anything else. He smiled, elated at the feeling of being taken care of, he, who's so used to taking care of people. And by (Y/N), of all people.

When she sat next to him again, coffee in hand, Spencer was starting to feel even more drowsy from the medicine he had just taken, adding to the ones he had taken before.

“You ok there, buddy?,” (Y/N) asked, laughing quietly at his droopy eyes.

“Allllll goood, bud-dy.” He elongated his words, obviously very high on his meds.

“Ok, let’s get you settled, sweetie.” (Y/N) took the tray from him and went to kitchen, splashing some water on them and deciding she would wash them later. When she got back, Spencer was giggling. “What?,” she chuckled.

“You called me ‘sweetie’.” Spencer giggled again.

“I did,” (Y/N) blushed while rolling her eyes and sitting by his side. If he was high, he wouldn’t remember it anyway.

“I liked it.”

(Y/N) gave him a shy smile.

Spencer giggled again. A few seconds passed while they stared at each other, until he reached for her hand, sitting atop her lap. “Why do you do this?,” he asked, a frown on his face, a not so fleeting sad expression passing his features.

“What did I do?” (Y/N) shivered at his touch.

"There's an overwhelming amount of evidence that suggest you like me. Your pupils dilate, you tend to fidget a lot more with your hands when I'm around, your breath rate increases, not to mention your cheeks blush more when I'm near you. Did you know that human beings blush due to an evolutionary trait? It's supposed to mimic the orgasm effect where people get flushed." (Y/N) breath's hitched at his words, but he seemed none the wiser, so concentrated on the little speech his mind was working on.

"Reid..."

"And then you do this," he said, staring intently into her eyes, even though they were droopy. "You call me by my last name, for instance. That creates a distance. Not to mention you barely stand being near me, like always choosing a seat in the plane that's nowhere near close to mine." His expression was one of sadness. He looked at her hand and started caressing the back with his thumbs. (Y/N) could’ve sworn her heart literally skipped a beat. “As a profiler, it's really confusing. I can't tell if you like me or not," he said, closing his eyes for a little too long this time, his body ready to rest after a long day.

All (Y/N) could think was that now was not the time for him to sleep. What did he mean by this conversation? The woman sitting next to him furrowed her brows, her mind going a million miles per hour thinking about what he had just said. Is he upset that she seems to like him? Or is he upset that she doesn't seem to like him?

“I do like you, Reid," she said honestly. (Y/N) did like him, that much she could say without being too honest about her feelings. He was a great person, an impressive agent. How could she not like him? How could she not fall in love with him? With his eyes half closed, he looked at her, his brows furrowed.

"I don't mean... I mean, do you love me?" Spencer asked and he could see it. He was exhausted and sick and he could still see her breath getting caught in her throat, nervousness flashing through her eyes. "You're so much braver than I am, (Y/N)" he said, and yawned, his body needing the rest. "Please just... Just tell me."

"Tell you what?"

Spencer yawned one more time, adjusting himself on the bed and turning on his side, mumbling inaudibly.

“Reid?,” she called one more time, but he seemed to be fast asleep.

'Shit.'

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, too nervous to have any other reaction than laughing.

"I am not brave at all, Spencer. I'm just straightforward. But you… You are brave, courageous. And yet I worry so much about you. There's something about you that makes me so scared, for you and for myself. All I'm trying to do is take care of your feelings. I do love you, Spencer, and that's why I'll never tell you this", she whispered. (Y/N) kissed his cheek and went back to the kitchen to start tidying things up.

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