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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 2 years ago

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First time

Takashi x F!Reader

WC: 4.6k

CW/TW: mentions of a past abusive relationship, fingering (F. receiving), pet names (angel, baby. etc.), cream pie. Fluffy Smut.

You and Takashi have been dating for months and have never taken it further. That changes after a quiet evening together.

The cityscape was a blur around you in the fading sun; the last rays of a warm summer day reflected from the glass buildings, pinks and purples painting the horizon. The whisps of your hair that you hadn’t tied back whipped across your face as the wind rushed around you, spurred on by the speed you were flying down the highway on the back of Takashi’s bike.

He gently tapped the side of your thigh before squeezing it, leaning forward to put both hands on the bars. You tucked down against his muscular back, feeling each movement as he cranked back on the throttle, pushing the bike faster as soon as your arms tightened around his waist.

Takashi grinned as he felt your embrace tighten, and a little whoop escaped your lips. He could spend days like this—riding around with you at his back without a care in the world.

No Toman.

No responsibilities.

Nothing but the setting sun and you.

So, when Takashi had called you a few hours earlier, asking if you wanted to go for a ride, which you knew meant “I need you,” you didn’t hesitate to say yes—anywhere with him had quickly become your favorite place.

The bike slowed as he finally pulled off, rolling to a stop by the waterfront. He held out a hand for you to grab as you jumped off before kicking down the stand and shutting the bike off; the sudden quiet after listening to the roar of the motorcycle was deafening.

You reached out a hand, and Takashi took it, lacing your fingers together before pulling you towards a spot under a tree where you two could sit. Being with Takashi was like nothing you had ever experienced. It was natural and easy. There weren’t awkward silences as you two existed in the other's presence. He seems to know what you were thinking without ever voicing it. But you, oh you. You knew how to calm him, tame him, and enlighten him with nothing but a single touch.

You are his muse.

Takashi kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment before slipping the bag from your back that he had handed you when he picked you up. He pulled out a small blanket, fluffed it, and laid it on the ground. He motioned for you to sit, and you held in a giggle as you did, leaning your back against the tree.

“Such a gentleman, Taka,” you teased.

He shrugged a shoulder, that gorgeous smirk that said, “Yeah, I know,” making its appearance. It never failed to take your breath away how beautiful your boyfriend was. His lilac hair was longer now, brushing the tops of his shoulders. His eyes were a little sadder with the weight of his youth on him but still as vibrant, cutting into yours like glass.

You let the laugh out this time as Takashi flopped to the ground, forcing himself between your legs and leaning against your chest, getting himself comfortable before reaching for the backpack again and fishing out some rice balls, holding one over his head for you to take.

You ate in companionable silence, the crunch of the seaweed and the sound of the wind the only thing that filled your ears. Your relationship with Takashi was new, the romantic side of it at least. Years as friends from a young age, growing up with all the Toman boys, turned into years of patching them up after every fight, being there with them through every conflict, turned into hidden feelings, and dating outside of the circle just to get away. Plus, trying to bring anyone around Toman usually scared them off, which meant the two parts of your life were usually separate. Now, with Takashi, they were one.

“Taka,” you said as you gently dragged your nails against his scalp.

“Mm?” He hummed, relishing how your nails felt against his skin, the lingering headache he had been fighting all day melting away at your touch.

“You know you don’t always have to take me on dates like this, ya know.”

He knew.

But he wanted to.

Takashi had spent years watching as you dated asshole after asshole. Watched as you went to Hina, ranting about how your long-term boyfriend forgot your birthday again or how you wished he would take you somewhere nice for once. How often had Draken had to listen to him rant about how he didn’t understand why you were still with that asshole?

He loved doing little things like this for you—stealing you away from your responsibilities, showing you how you should have been treated.

That was why when Draken had been lying on Takashi’s bed late one evening as Spring began to fade, he casually dropped that you had broken up with your boyfriend and that if Takashi didn’t nut up and ask you out, Draken would. Takashi had said fuck it with the “respectable” amount of time you should wait between someone breaking up and when to ask them out and had showed up at your door at 2 A.M, saying he didn’t want to wait anymore. If he had to watch you date another idiot, he wouldn’t stop himself from putting them in the hospital.

You had been frozen to the spot during his speech, a bottle of wine clutched in one hand, mascara running down your cheeks, and hair a mess, his sweet words only making you sob harder.

That was the night you both realized you had spent years dancing around your feelings for one another, and it was the last night either of you had spent alone. It had been a welcomed relief to the group when you two finally walked into the Toman Shrine with Takashi’s arm around your shoulders. Even Hakkai cried.

Takashi looked up at you through his dark lashes, “I know, but why wouldn’t I?”

You had been so used to the bare minimum. Anything over simply helping you put your dishes away made you nervous. So when you finally explained that you had gotten so used to your ex slamming cabinets when you asked for his help, Takashi made sure to let you know that he was helping because he wanted to make your life easier.

To show you what it was like to be genuinely… loved. Not that he had dared utter those words yet. But he thought you could tell. From how his hang lingered on your hips when he held you or how he would lean his forehead against your own just to get lost in you, trying to convey everything he couldn’t bring himself to say just yet.

“Because it takes time away from the girls and your work. Along with all of the—” Your rant is quickly cut off as Takashi’s lips are suddenly pressed to your own, and you melted into the kiss, train of thought long forgotten.

His lips are soft as they graze along your own, molding to yours as if they were meant to be there. A subtle drag of his tongue is an encouragement for you to open, allowing your tongues to twine together, dancing with one another as you get lost in the heady feeling of him. His calloused hands from years of fighting and hard work graze across your cheek, moving you with his arm around your waist, flipping you both so his back was against the tree and you were perched in his lap, knees on the ground next to his thighs.

He broke the kiss first, eyes heavy-lidded as he looked at you and panting as he tried to calm himself. There was a reason he slid you down his lap—for all the heavy make-out sessions and groping, you had yet to take that final step, both of you agreeing to take it slow. Going from friends to lovers was complicated enough; what if sex ruined it?

“You,” he said as his lips grazed over your cheek again, pulling in a shaky breath as he did, “Are the most important thing to me.” His breath fanned across your skin as he kissed back to your lips, hovering just far enough that you couldn’t quite kiss him, and you could tell he was restraining himself. His hands trembled where they held you, itching to dive under your shirt to feel your hot skin.

“Am I being silly?”

He shook his head. “No, beautiful. I’ll remind you daily that you are my priority if that’s what it takes. I waited years for you and can spend years reminding you that you’re worth it.”

A deep blush bloomed across your cheeks, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck to hide it. Takashi inhaled suddenly, leaning his head to the side, and you froze. His hands had settled on your hips at some point, gripping you tightly.

Your name was a whisper on his lips as you gently kissed the sensitive skin just below his jaw, and he tensed.

“If you don’t stop, it’s going to be a problem, and I’m not having sex with you for the first time in a public place, angel.” His voice was a deep rasp, one you recognized from when he would have to excuse himself from your embrace.

“And if I don’t want to stop?” You nipped at his jaw gently, shocked by your brazen act. You weren’t usually the one to initiate. Sex with your ex had been… a chore. It had stopped being enjoyable months before you broke up, but before that, it had turned into you turning him down in favor of getting yourself off; at least you would orgasm that way.

With Takashi, though, you had to stop yourself. You were waiting for the moment he would be ready for you two to take it to the next step. Damn your agreement to take it slow.

Before you knew it, Takashi had somehow deposited you on the back of his bike, and you were once again flying down the highway, his hand higher on your thigh this time, kneading at the flesh, caressing it at every red light in the city that you seemed to be hitting. That little touch sent your head spinning, imagining what it would feel like to have those hands truly on your skin. Your hand wandered as you sat there, sliding under the back of his shirt and around to the front, where they remained for most of the ride. You could feel his heart hammering under your cheek pressed against his back.

You were soon parked outside of your apartment and at your front door faster than you thought you’d ever been. Each glance at you was laced with heat and needy want. Nothing like you had ever seen before. You unlocked the door with Takashi pressed against your back, kissing your neck, and you both almost fell through as you swung it open. He kicked it shut, and the darkness of the night settled once more. His hands were everywhere, on your hips, ribs, and face as his lips frantically pressed to yours and your tongues danced together. Backs were pressed against walls, and chairs were bumped into as you made your way to your bedroom, each too caught up in the other to both with anything other than feeling and learning each other.

You gasped as you finally pulled away, desperate for a breath. “Wait, wait. Takashi, wait,” your voice was a rasping plea.

He instantly froze, his hands lingering off your body, and he pulled his face back, chewing on his bottom lip before he sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you sure you want to do this? I know we talked about going slow.”

His shoulders sagged in relief. He thought he had pushed you too far, too fast. Takashi slid an arm around your waist and pulled you snugly against him, chest to chest, his free hand pushing strands of hair from your face.

“I am ready for whatever you are ready for. If that means stopping here, then that is fine. But this is about you just as much as it is about me. Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nodded instantly, and he raised an eyebrow.

“I need to hear you say it out loud, darling.”

“Yes,” you breathed.

His lips were back on yours, but this time they were gentle. The frantic frenzy from a few moments before melting into long slow drags of his tongue against yours and slower movements before scooping you up in his arms and expertly navigating to your room. He stood you back on your feet at the edge of your bed and slid his hands down to the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” His voice had dropped an octave, sending a shiver down your spine, resonating deep within your bones.

You nodded, and he tilted his head slightly as you remembered.

“Y–yes. Yes.”

Takashi gracefully lifted the shirt from your body, and his breath caught. He had known you were beautiful for ages, but seeing you now, standing before him simply with your shirt off, your skin glowing in the moonlight that filtered in through your window, you were stunning.

You shivered again as Takashi’s calloused hands ghosted up your rib cage, this time in anticipation. The feeling was like nothing you had ever felt, jolts of arousal shooting straight to your core. His fingers teased under the band of your bra, following it to your back, and he looked at you expectantly, seeking your further approval. You quickly unhooked the metal clasps, letting it fall to the ground between you.

The smirk that graced his lips was nothing short of feral. He picked you up again and gently laid your back against the mattress; his weight was a delicious pressure over you. Takashi placed a single kiss on your mouth before quickly moving down between the valley of your breasts. His mouth was hot as his kisses became open-mouthed, kissing around the sensitive soft flesh, nipping love marks into a few spots before sucking a deep purple mark into it.

You moaned his name as his tongue swirled your nipple, pulling the bud into the hot cavern of his mouth, and your back arched. He rolled your other nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling at it gently before letting it go, repeating the motion before swapping sides, allowing for equal attention to both breasts.

Your body writhed under his ministrations, and you were soon a panting mess under him, too far gone in the haze of lust from a small amount of foreplay that you knew you were soaked. You clawed at his shirt, and he slunk out of reach of your hands before you could get it off.

“Patience, love.” Was his only command, and you groaned, desperate to feel his hot skin against your own. His hand slid to the top of your jeans and hovered over the button.

“Taka, fuck, please. Please take them off.”

Takashi chuckled at your enthusiasm.

He gripped the side of your jeans and pulled them down and off your body expertly, and you both giggled a little as the tightness of the ankles got caught on your legs, and he had to yank them with a mumble of “damn skinny jeans.” He gazed down at you, drinking in the beautiful image that was simply you—his own personal angel. Your skin was flush with blush, your chest rose and fell in quick succession as you panted, and he could see the slick that had gathered on the inside of your thighs, evidence of your need for him.

You blushed under his gaze and resisted the urge to cover yourself up. You had nothing to be ashamed of about your body, and Takashi made you feel nothing but gorgeous. His hands always lingered on your hips before they traveled up your rib cage, oh so gently, to wrap himself around your shoulders. Your body was strong and perfect.

Takashi ran his hands up the inside of your legs, gently pushing them apart just enough so that his hand could graze the outside of your clothed pussy.

“Can I take these off, beautiful?”

“It’ll feel unfair if I’m completely naked and you’re still fully clothed.”

He reached back and pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, discarding it in a pile made up of only your clothes.

You had seen him shirtless many times over the years. Hell, you had been the one to sew up many of the scars he had peppered across his flesh. But, something about him doing it while seated between your legs, looking at you with nothing but primal lust in his eyes, was different. His pants had slipped in your haste to get to your bedroom, leaving more of his abs that fed into that perfectly cut v that disappeared into his jeans on display. Your eyes followed each line, returning to his eyes where one of his slit eyebrows was cocked.

“Like what you see?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, letting it loose again a moment later.

His fingers grabbed the sides of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs, strings of arousal connecting you to the soft material. Takashi felt his mouth water at the sight of your perfect pussy, waiting for him to devour it. He wanted to take it slow this time. There would be plenty of times after this to fuck you into the mattress, to get you to scream his name. He wanted to explore your body tonight and learn what made you twitch and writhe. He had dreamt of the day that he would get you in this position, so open to him and waiting. He wanted to do it right and show you what it felt like to be with someone who gave a damn.

Takashi ignored the insistent throbbing of his cock as he spread your legs and settled on his belly between them, eye level with your pussy. He looked up at you, and he was pleased to see you already looking at him, mouth popped open in a small o as you watched him. Your head fell back against the mattress at the first touch of his tongue. He flattened it, pushing it between your folds and licking you from entrance to clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before repeating the motion.

Your taste was better than he could have ever imagined; the sweetness of your arousal coated his mouth as he drank you in. Your moans grew in intensity and volume as he alternated between pushing his tongue into your tight hole and licking long stripes up you. He decided to tease a finger at your entrance, gently pressing into you, testing your reactions. You mewled at the feeling, rocking your hips forward, looking for more. He pumped his finger slowly, loosening you before sliding in another.

His fingers were thick. Thicker than you were expecting and thicker than your own from when you had fucked yourself on them, imagining it was Takashi’s hand instead. Your head was swimming with pleasure, your moans and gasps bouncing around the walls every time Takashi twisted his fingers and grazed across the soft spot pressed into your walls. The fullness from just those two fingers had your legs trembling around him.

His tongue flattened against your clit, licking it before sucking it hard into his mouth. Your back arched as he did. The all too familiar burning sensation of your orgasm building in your lower stomach making itself known.

No one had ever brought you this close to an orgasm so quickly.

Takashi groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your sensitive flesh as he rutted against the mattress, seeking relief as his cock strained. He wanted your cum on his tongue. He knew you were close, your walls fluttered tightly around his fingers, and your pussy was gushing, spurring him on as you raced toward your orgasm.

“Takashi,” his name was a breathy moan, “’m close.”

His fingers pumped into you quicker, scissoring open and rubbing against your g-spot each time. “Cum for me, angel.”

Your legs clamped around his head as you exploded on his fingers, a loud gasp of his name leaving your sinful lips, and he drank in your orgasm, your juices coating his chin in a thin sheet of slick. If Takashi died here, suffocated between your legs, it would be the best way to go.

Takashi licked at your overly sensitive pussy, and you twitched each time his tongue met your flesh. He ran his tongue over his lips before kissing up your body, his weight settling heavily over you again. Your head was foggy from your orgasm; you had never felt that good before. Hell, you didn’t know it could feel that good. The tingling sensation that came from is radiated from your toes to the tips of your ears. You felt weightless.

Lips met your jaw, and then a nibble to your ear lobe.

“Want to keep going?”

You nodded, “God, yes. Can I suck your cock?” You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed about your question. You wanted to taste him, to feel how heavy he would be on your tongue.

He groaned and rutted his hips against yours. Your eyes widened at the feel of him. He was big.

“As much as I would love to watch my cock disappear between your lips, there’s time for that later. I want to see you cum on my cock.”

He kicked his pants and boxers off, leaving you both bare to the world. He sat on his haunches, and you couldn’t help but stare at his cock.

It was perfect. A thick vein ran along the side, and the thought of running your tongue along it had you licking your lips.

But holy shit, he was big. A girth that suddenly made you understand why foreplay seemed essential to him. He wrapped a fist around his cock, pumping slowly. The tip was an angry red and leaking pre-cum, begging for attention. His free hand found your cunt again, gently running a finger up and stopping at your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

“Condom?” His fist twisted tightly again at the base of his cock, and he bucked slightly into his hand.

“Birth control. Clean?”

Takashi looked at you incredulously. “Clean.”

“Good. Me too. Now fuck me before I lose my mind, please.”

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

He braced a forearm on the bed next to your head and used the hand wrapped around his cock to lead himself to your entrance, breaching your tight hole with his tip before slowly sinking in. Takashi leaned down and kissed you as you winced at the stretch.

“I know, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered against your lips, nipping at them gently.

You relaxed at the praise, sighing heavily at the pleasure as his talented fingers found your clit once more, letting you loosen further as he wrung pleasure from every ounce of your flesh. You had never felt this full before. He reached a depth of you that you had never hit with any toy or ex-lover. You both groaned as he finally bottomed out, and he paused, letting you adjust to his considerable size.

A seductive moan, nothing short of pornographic, left your lips as you gave a tentative roll of your hips, feeling just how he dragged along your walls, hooked just enough that he would stimulate each part of you.

“Move, Takashi,” you pressed your lips against his in a desperate, sloppy kiss, “make me yours.”

Takashi groaned against your mouth as he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into yours. Each thrust was bullying and demanding as he set a leisurely pace, drinking in the way your cunt clenched around his cock. The sound of your wet pussy and hips against one another mixed with your moans.

“You feel so good, angel,” Takashi moaned as he pushed up on his hand. His eyes trailed down your body to where you were connected, thick white rings of your arousal built around the base of his cock, and his mouth fell open at the sight. He watched as each time he surged forward; your hips rolled to meet his, thrust for thrust. Your hands gripped the bed sheets above your head, pulling at them tightly as each punishing thrust made your tits bounce and forced a moan from you.

You already felt like you were going to cum again.

“More,” you breathed, and Takashi responded instantly, the pace he was thrusting into you kicking up.

“Gonna cum on my cock, baby?” Takashi’s voice would send you over if you weren’t careful. Just the way he spoke, so dirty but so him at the same time. He groaned loudly as he threw his head back before sitting up completely and hooking your knee over his elbow, allowing for a new angle that hit you much deeper.

“Oh, fuuu-ck, Taka!”

Takashi’s rough hand grabbed your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers once more, the sensation shooting right down to your pussy, clenching tightly on Takashi’s cock as he pounded relentlessly into you. You were so close.

“Right there, right there, right there,” You gasped repeatedly. Takashi didn’t falter, his hips never stuttering until your body seized up, and you screamed as you came on his cock, little white spots exploding in your vision as you did.

“Shit, you’re tight,” Takashi moaned as his hips finally began to lose their rhythm, “Wanna fill you up, baby.” He was overwhelmed with the feel of your fluttering wall around him until he finally slammed into you one more time, emptying himself into you with a few sloppy thrusts.

He panted for breath as he collapsed over you, letting your leg fall gently to the bed. Takashi’s hand cupped your jaw and guided your eyes to his.

“Breathe, baby,” he said, and you gasped deeply, desperate to pull in air.

Your breaths mingled as you lay there, lost in each other. The stickiness of your skin and the heavy air in the room settled over you both.

“Takashi,” you whispered against his lips before kissing him slowly and deeply. His lips still tasted faintly of you but were swollen and red from how he had been biting on them, keeping himself from being overly vocal.

He pulled out, and you felt his cum slowly seep out of you. Takashi groaned as he watched. He wanted to push his cum back into you so badly. Next time.

“Takashi,” you said again, his eyes locked with yours. There was a gentleness there that he hadn’t seen before, something new he had to explore.

“Yes, beautiful?” He trailed his fingers down your face.

“I love you.”

He blinked. Once. Twice.

“I love you, angel.”

His lips sealed the promise those words meant to him. You were his, in every sense of the word, and he was yours. You were giving him your heart to protect with those three words. You’ve given him your body to protect with your actions.

Takashi knew one thing: he’d do anything for you if it meant hearing those words from your lips every day.

A/N: Takashi is our consent king.

🏷️: @awkwardchick87

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rosemaidenvixen · 11 months ago

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The Pinned Moth

Chapter 5: Gnashing teeth

Content warning: non graphic torture, dehumanization

Ao3

The Collector let out a whoop and jumped down from the tree, landing into a fresh, powdery pile of snow. Playing pretend was fun, but he liked to shake things up every once and a while with a new game. And King was right, going to the knee to play in the snow was tons of fun to!

He popped his head out of the drift and shook off the powder “Hey King, let’s make a snow-demon!”

No reply.

They glanced around at the snow covered rocks and trees surrounding them, more flakes drifting down from the sky, but King was nowhere to be seen. Grin dropping off their face, the Collector floated up into the air and glanced around “King?”

There, from his higher view, he saw King was sitting on a rock on the other side of the hill, hugging his knees and staring at the Archive house in the distance.

He looked…sad.

Drifting over, the Collector touched down on the ground just behind the rock “King, what’s wrong?”

King stiffened, tail going puffy “Oh– it’s, it’s nothing,”

They frowned “It’s not nothing, you’re sad,”

“No– I– it’s just–” King let out a deep sigh, raised fur lowering, and lifted a claw to point towards the far off Archive house “You knew….my dad, right?”

Oh.

King hadn’t been looking at the house, he’d been looking at the skull.

“Yeah,” the Collector jumped up and floated down to sit on the rock next to King “He put me in that stupid disk, big bully,”

“So I guess my dad was a big jerk,” King let out a small laugh, but the noise didn’t sound happy.

Hearing King sound so miserable made the Collector’s insides feel all twisty. He didn’t want to make King even sadder, he was his best friend, he had to make this better.

“Don’t worry, you’re not like that!” he turned towards King, pushing himself up onto his hands and needs “Like, all the other Collectors were jerks, but I’m not like that,”

King was quiet for a moment before slowly turning to look at him “What were the….other Collectors like?”

“Pshh, boring,” the Collector flopped back on the rock and held up a hand, on the ground a mound of snow rose up in the shape of a tall, cloaked figure, wagging its finger in time with the Collector waving their hand “To be a Collector is a privilege and a duty, stop this foolishness and take your status seriously, blah blah blah,”

Their hand fell back to their side, the snow figure collapsing into a shapeless pile on the ground “I wasn’t really alone when they were still around, but it felt a lot like it,”

King let out a weak chuckle, but a more happy sounding one now “Heh, you can be surrounded by people and still be lonely,”

The Collector blinked “Hey…yeah, that’s right,”

“Hey Collector…were you there when the Collectors and the Titans started…fighting?”

They froze, going completely still on the snowy rock “I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Ok…” King said slowly “But that’s when my dad locked you up, right?”

The Collector sat up and folded their legs underneath them “Yeah, he snuck up on me and trapped me when I wasn’t looking, he was all ‘A pup has no place in war’ but then stuck me in his skull until Philip found me, and Philip was almost as bad as being alone,”

King didn’t say anything for a long time, the two of them sitting on the boulder while snow fell silently all around them.

“I just wish…” King’s voice was tight and small “I wish I could have known my dad, or met some of the other Titans, and that I wasn’t the last–” choked off, hugging himself and burying his skull into his knees.

The Collector felt their jaw drop open, chilled to the bone in a way that had nothing to do with the snow. Before they knew what they were doing the Collector found themselves stretching out their arms and leaning towards King, only remembering to stop at the last second.

Friends didn’t just grab each other, they needed to ask nicely.

“Hey King, is it ok if I hug you?”

“Oh– uh, sure,”

The Collector pulled King onto their lap and held him close, fur tickling his arms and chin brushing against the top of his skull. The silence stretched out longer, the Collector wracking their brain for the right words, before they finally spoke.

“I’m…sorry about the Titans, I…wish I could change what happened to them. But I promise I’ll always be here for you and you’ll never be alone ever again,”

“Y– yeah, right,”

“Yeah!” the Collector felt a smile spread across their face “I promise, even when we’re both grown-ups a hundred thousand years from now, we’ll still be playing and making snow-demons together!”

King went stiff for a second, then slowly leaned back into the Collector’s hug “I’d…I’d like that,”

Satisfied that he’d successfully cheered his friend up, the Collector nuzzled his chin on the top of King’s skull “Yep, the two of us are gonna be best friends forever,” he held up a hand and lifted his finger “Pinky swear,”

After a few seconds King lifted his own paw, extending his smallest claw to touch their pinky.

The Collector grinned, wrapping his pinky around King’s while giving him a squeeze with his other arm “Don’t worry, neither of us is gonna be lonely every again,”

The Collector jerked awake, the room filling with bright lights. They snapped their head upright, jerking when they saw that two humans were already in the brightly lit room, fiddling with the control panel.

Their already galloping heartbeat sped up even further, their entire body starting to shake.

Not now, not so soon, they didn’t even get any time to rest–

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe the humans were only going to drain them a little today. Maybe they were just doing ‘Maintenance work’ right now and weren’t going to drain them at all.

Trembling dying down but not going away completely, the Collector sat fully upright and turned to face the humans, listening closely to every word.

“--still can’t believe that the intel came from Hopkins of all people, for crying out loud the man’s a certified member of the flat earth society,”

“Hey a broken clock is still right twice a day, I’m just disappointed that the specimen got away,”

“Don’t worry, the entire city is on lockdown, it’s only a matter of time before the Security team tracks it down,”

The Collector felt their insides twisting in on themselves even while their heartbeat kept booming in their ears. None of what the humans were saying made any kind of sense? Were they doing something new? Or were they talking about something that had nothing to do with the bubble and the machines? Whatever it was they didn't dare drop their guard for a second. Keeping all of their focus on the humans.

The humans kept talking about nonsense while flipping switches and pressing buttons on the control panels. A sharp whine escaped their throat when they heard the machine above them hum to life.

“This is a pretty significant jump in percentage, are you sure about this?”

The Collector snapped his head up at the sound of the familiar word.

“Positive,” the other human spoke up “The specimen shows no sign of their baseline dropping and the Lamp has proven to be remarkably resilient. If we do a few runs at eighty five percent this morning we’ll be able to fully charge all the batteries for your team’s Warp Gate prototype before noon, and still have time for a cool off before the afternoon testing,”

The Collector’s heart stopped, their entire body turning cold.

…..eighty….five….

Before he knew what he was doing he was scrambling to the edge of the bubble towards the humans, banging on the glass with both fists “N– no, please!”

The humans didn’t even look up from the control panels. Like they didn’t even see him, didn’t hear him–

No one heard him, no one saw him, it was like he didn’t even exist.

The Collector pounded on the side of the bubble, desperate to get the humans’ attention. But deep down he knew it wouldn’t do anything, no matter what they said or did the humans acted like he wasn’t even there. But he had to try, sixty percent was so bad already he couldn’t do eighty he just couldn’t! Had to do something, try to get them to stop, maybe, just maybe, this time–

“Please please don’t! I’ll do whatever you want!” their voice hitched with a hiccup, eyes stinging “Magic or spells or anything! Just please do– don’t–”

“Alright let’s give it a shot,”

The hum turned into a rumble, the Collector’s heartbeat booming in their ears, entire body quivering so badly they could barely move.

“Please!” he banged his fists against the glass “P– please a– a– at least do a lower percent! Just please don’t–”

The humans just stood there, uncaring as always, one was still focused on tinkering with the control panel while the other held a notebook with a pen at the ready while watching the bubble, the only thing on their face cool curiosity.

You can be surrounded by people and still be lonely

“I’m right here!” they screamed, banging both fists on the glass in an explosion of red sparks “J– just see me! Hear me!” they choked off with a cry, sinking to his knees, tears breaking free and rolling down their cheeks “P– please…”

The humans didn’t react, they never did.

His begging choked off into a sob, slumping against the side of the bubble and sliding to the floor, all the fight leaving his body, sobbing in a crumpled heap on the floor even as the rumbling grew louder.

It didn’t matter how much he screamed and shouted and cried, nothing ever changed, no one listened.

No one cared.

The rumble broke into a deafening roar, a tsunami of searing pain crashing into him, stretching his sobs into a scream.

#the owl house #the pinned moth #the collector #rmvwrites #torture #dehumanisation tw #dehumanizing language #fanfic #original character(s)

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zzariyo · 1 year ago

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So I. Um. I finished too cruel. And I don't. I don't know how to feel about you now. It was beautiful, it was dreadful, you have made me experience an incredibly wide range of emotions in a couple of hours (6 hours. I read the whole thing just today). As I got closer and closer to the end, I got sadder and more fearful, knowing that this could only end one way because he's reflecting, he's already dead and I can't hold out hope he makes it. So, I hate you, I hate you so much and the sad vibes, but I must admire your writing skills, and I should have realised it would be much more depressing than I thought from the title. Fuck you /pos

(Also realised the fics from 5 years ago whoops but hey it still holds up)

LMAOOOOO I missed people saying they hated me because of my revalink fics. Again I'm really glad you enjoyed it

I always looked back on that fic with a bit of disgust and have hated its existence for a while (to the point where I even was like. considering deleting it because I never got around to editing it properly). So honestly having someone appearing here and saying it was great and holds up, it actually makes me really happy and reminded me how much fun I was having when I first was writing it...and even when I was making other things I'm embarrassed about now. So thanks a lot for this!!!

#my writing skills are way better now tho lol #its funny because i dont even. remember. most of what happened in the fic bc it's been so long

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venus-is-thinking · 3 months ago

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Continuing!

I'm starting to wonder if there are going to be "themes" as to how each chapter's deaths relate to Teruko. Xander and Min were both people who actively reached out to Teruko to be her friend, but then betrayed her trust. Arei and Ace were both people who shared her cynical worldview and tried to isolate to stay safe, but in the end, they both died, whether they tried to atone or not. What will Chapter 3 mean?

I love it whenever MonoTV gets to explain its situation. First the "does a printer know why it prints," now we get what specific purpose MonoTV was programmed for. It really lets MonoTV be its own character, and I really like that. I can't believe MonoTV is arguably the first character to have 2 free times completed by Teruko.

AltDRDT hasn't even happened yet and XF is already so sus. Like, the creator seems to at least partially probably be XF-Ture Tech, if this is the default personality driver from XF-Ture Tech.

Teruko on the barely-veiled self hatred again. I do really feel like Teruko is going to be WAY sadder next chapter. She's been speedrunning her trusting people character arc, so now it's time for her to start her "I'm a curse to those around me" character arc, I guess.

Wow.

Conclusions

This was a really fantastic end-of-chapter in my opinion. It was different from what I expected, and I definitely got some of the theories wrong, but wow. This was just... really great to watch and participate in.

I hope DRDTdev takes a good, long break. They've earned it. But, I am really excited to see where the series goes from here. I'll take some shots at theorizing, of course, and I'm sure the fanbase will collectively go bonkers over both what we have so far and whatever content we might get between now and the official start of Chapter 3, but the series has proven that no theorizing can amount to the real thing.

Thank you to DRDTdev for sharing your work! And, to everyone else, thanks for reading these initial thoughts of mine! Please let me know if there are any specific theories or anything you'd like me to analyze; I want to stay more engaged with the DRDT community than I was last hiatus (whoops).

DRDT Chapter 2 Episode 16: Initial Thoughts

Sorry for missing episode 15 :(

That being said, oh my god, Chapter 2 is actually complete! This is so exciting! I'm really hyped to talk about this episode and give my not-live summary of my live reactions!

SPOILER WARNING FOR DRDT THROUGH THE END OF CH 2!!!

CW: Murder, sacrifice, suicide

The Reactions

12-1, this time. I'm still personally partial to the extra vote on Teruko last Trial being Arei (being petty about her "I'm voting for you no matter what" thing), so I would assume Ace is the Teruko vote. If so, I do think it's interesting that he voted Teruko as opposed to, like, Nico. Then again, it might be that it's just more convenient for DRDTdev to consistently put the extra vote on Teruko, lol.

Notably, the dead people have "N/A," not 0. We probably could tell this because of Xander last time, but I didn't check. I wonder if this implies we won't ever need to vote for someone dead (ex. a mastermind who "died" earlier in the killing game).

I'm free... I can read whatever Eden says as genuine...

Take THAT, Whit time loop theorists /j

I do think it's funny/kinda telling? that Whit is only saying this after the trial is over. Like, I feel like the normal time to go "oh my god we're having another trial" is, like... when you find the body? So, it's interesting that his reaction is so delayed.

So, I don't know if this was an intentional parallel, but...

These feel similar to me. I really like the Ace/Arei parallels, where they're both chronically hated people, but Arei apologizes and tries to change whereas Ace lets the fear and paranoia consume him until there's no turning back. Ace only says this after he's already been found guilty of murder; Arei says this before promising to change her ways to the victim of her bullying.

Teruko out here hopping on that self-blame train.

It's so funny how different Hu's standards are when talking about Ace's murder vs. Nico's attempted murder. Like... Hu this is what everyone was telling you like an hour ago. What.

It's really interesting that we're highlighting this line. I wonder if this is part of a theme that we're going to explore further, maybe tied into the "all murderers have to be punished" thing. Or maybe Eden isn't actually accurate here, but doesn't know it; has Ace killed someone in the past?

Fun trick you can do here!

When we first met Teruko a week ago, she was the same person, certainly, but she was also different. She was happier, and she trusted people more.

There are so many good character parallels in DRDT. The Ace/Teruko one was really interesting in this post-trial.

Ooh, new flavor of J anti-murder! This seems to be broadening it to also being critical of the killing game, which would go against my weird hypothetical "J is anti-murderer but also the mastermind" read.

It's interesting, with how this is Ace's logic. It makes total sense for his character, though. I think it's easy for us, the viewers, to forget the fact that the characters probably don't have the precedent of "every blackened ever always loses." When Ace is running the odds, he thinks his survival odds were better as a killer than as a participant in the killing game. And y'know, considering how close he came to dying as Nico's victim, that's kinda fair.

I desperately want to know what Levi was going to say here.

I really like the fact that Ace DID care about Levi. That he intrinsically cares about him, but he knows factually that he isn't supposed to like or trust someone in a killing game. That once he killed Arei, he had to resolve to kill everyone in the killing game, even Levi.

The only way Ace knew to prevent himself from caring was to stay mad, I guess. Kinda unfortunate though, considering that I do think Levi wanted to patch things up with him genuinely.

Meanwhile, Levi, who doesn't understand emotions, is just like "man what the fuck. That makes no sense."

What a pair. I'm sad we're not going to get to see their dynamic anymore :(

In other words, I'm back on the Levi survivor train baby! My biggest problem with it before was that I thought Ace was gonna survive and I didn't think Ace and Levi were both gonna survive, so now we're locking tf in!

This is fun! I always wonder why more people don't try stuff like this. Like... shoot your shot. You're gonna die otherwise, soooo...

Great animation as always

I think it's really funny that Teruko is so fucking mad that she bullies Ace into action. Like, that's so fitting for both of them.

I love using this David expression here. He's just like, "was it that easy? Why was I trying to throw the trial then???"

aaaaAAAAAAAA--

What the fuck!! XF-Ture mention!!!!!!!!

I like the spooky vibe MonoTV has for this post-trial, but I do hope we get our normal silly lil guy back next chapter. I like the MonoTV personality we see all the time. I'm gonna miss it if it just died like that :(

I am also squinting so hard at everyone's reactions through "who is the mastermind" goggles. Maybe I'll analyze them in a different post sometime.

Fascinating purpose. Not "to create despair." Not "to run the killing game until only one participant survives." To kill everyone.

Does this include whichever mastermind?

Why does whoever programmed MonoTV want to kill all of these people? Are they being punished for something?

This countdown sequence fucked me up. The tensions and emotions are so high. Even as someone who was confident that Teruko, at least, wasn't going to die no matter what, I was so on edge. I got really scared that Eden was going to take the hit for Teruko, though, and that's what I was reading into when I wasn't sure Eden would make it to Chapter 3.

This speech, more than any other one Teruko has made or any actions she's taken or endured, really made me feel for Teruko. The fact that she can so casually talk about truly traumatic and horrific things happening to her, while smiling, truly shows how much she's grown used to it. Like, girl. You don't deserve this. What.

The character work on Teruko especially this episode is just fantastic. No words.

This panel stressed me out so bad because it was really just a question of WHO took the bullet for Teruko. Like, if she's thinking this, someone clearly did.

My bets were on either Eden, Charles, or Ace.

Levi, though, was such a surprise to see. Like, in a good way. It means so much.

First of all, it's a callback to the end of the prologue. Levi attacks MonoTV, and when MonoTV tries to kill him in response, Teruko's danger sense alerts her. It's only through Teruko warning Levi to move that Levi dodged the main attack, resulting in only an arm injury rather than death. Now, Levi returns her favor, preventing her from dying from attacking MonoTV.

Second, it puts Ace into the position we see of having to confront the possibility of Levi's death. I got the distinct sense that they wanted Ace to be able to do something heroic on his way out, to prove all the haters wrong (which is why I thought it was possible he'd take the hit for Teruko instead of Levi). By putting Levi, pretty clearly the person he cares most about, into harm's way, it makes Ace take action. It means that he HAS to confront the fact that he cares Levi, and that he has to die.

And, thirdly... I am so fascinated to learn why Levi did this. Was it as simple as a transactional, "you saved me from execution before?" Is it "I thought saving someone would make me a good person?" Does Levi actually feel some remorse for Teruko in this moment, causing him to take action?

No matter what his reasoning, I can't wait to hear from him. I strongly suspect Levi won't actually die from this (at the very least, I hope not, because I really want to hear more from him), but even if he does, hopefully we'll still get some more insight in a bonus episode or a flashback or something.

I'm trying to figure out what triggered Whit here.

This is immediately following "The elevator won't open," but it also definitely can just correlate to "[person] will die if they don't receive immediate medical treatment." I have to assume that something here is reminding Whit of his mom...?

With the weird "Whit knows a lot about hanging" earlier, I got the impression that Whit's mom probably hung herself. From this, I would probably theorize that Whit found her while she was still alive, but not quickly enough to save her. Yikes.

Anyways, I think that means everyone has some kind of despair sprite now! That's fun!

I'm sure many have pointed this out, but do we think he's counting himself here (Arei + Ace + Levi = 3), or do we think he feels responsible for someone else's death in his past (probably Taylor)? I'd lean towards the second one.

Y'know, before I thought Arturo was just pressed about the surgeon thing because people were unfairly hating on him. This, at least, I think implies something relating to Felicity.

Arturo doesn't have any experience saving lives. He left, and Felicity died. He can't save lives; he's only responsible for Felicity's ending. I think that's how he sees it.

On a side note, I think there's a very definite possibility that Chapter 3 cold opens on Arturo saving Levi's life??? Like, how Chapter 2 started with Eden POV, I think Chapter 3 could start with Arturo taking his shot at healing Levi, eventually resulting in Levi stabilizing. I'm not sure who would be there with him. Possibly Hu, since she was leading the "let's get Levi to the infirmary" effort...?

I love executions like this. Accirax has said before that the best executions are what make their recipient feel the most despair, and that's definitely what they did with Ace here. Put the talent aside; fear is what Ace fears the most.

Uhhhh. I'm pulling an Accirax. Part 2 in reblog!

#part 2 over #thanks for reading!

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synchlora · 4 years ago

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37 jet star uwu?

37. Vengeance

(some warning ahead; i go into vague detail abt Jet losing his eye here and the pain/injury that follows)

oh fuck now this is very interesting because i feel like people don't tend to think of Jet as a person who holds a grudge. and yeah, he generally tries to keep away from letting a particular person's actions eat away at him but, god, there are times where he lets it get the better of him. and it's then that he gets sloppy, careless, and inevitably makes mistakes.

he still remembers the night his mothers were killed vividly. still remembers their screams, still remembers the roar of scarecrow vehicles, still remembers the cold night air sting his lungs as he sprinted away. and he absolutely still remembers the face of the 'crow that killed his childhood: Korse.

and even though he's known for having the most level-headed fighting style in the zones, even he can't stop his shaking when he meets eyes with his mothers' killer one fateful day out in zone 6. he's with the rest of the Fab Four and the Girl too, and they're all out in the middle of fucking nowhere after trying to shake the trail of a drac patrol that's been tracking them for a week now.

it should have been easy enough to shake them. hell, it should have been easy enough to take them on. what's a 'crow and a couple of mindless fuckin dracs got against the sharpest shooter in the zones and his crew? but this wasn't just any 'crow. it was the best 'crow BLind could send, the only 'crow that Jet could feel his blood boil at the sight of.

he got careless. made mistakes. tried to take on a hell of a lot more than he could chew. his shooting was frantic as he attempted to get to the man who had ruined his life all those years ago. to finally confront him after a decade of pain. to watch the life slowly drain from his dead stare.

but he never got the chance. instead of watching Korse's eyes drain of color, he received a fate of cruel irony when a drac knocked him out cold with a bottle to the face, shards of glass entering his eye. instead of seeing his enemy slowly die at his own hands, he carelessly flung himself into the battle and lost his own vision.

and after all the dust settled, Jet awoke to find himself unable to see clearly, eye stinging sharpy as he screamed out to the others. the Girl was gone. his crew was beaten to utter shit. and Korse had gotten the better of him again.

#fuck man hmm. i rly can only write angst huh #its even sadder thinking that jet never did get to take korse down #he kept on living and jet died #never got to avenge his mothers in the end #anyway. whoops sorry for more angst #ty for helping me write more <3 #asks #killjoys tag

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cerastes · 4 years ago

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May I request a review of general coolness and awesome of the horses we saw during the event?

Right, Maria Nearl event!

I liked the event quite a lot, though I do feel like it dropped the ball at the end. That aside, I had a lot of fun the entire time!

First of all, the cast was wonderful. Maria is explicitly not a powerful or skilled fighter to any degree that matters in the frame of strength the story takes place in, being definitely more skilled than the average person and even the average nameless knight, but being woefully outclassed by practically anyone that has a name in the Major. A humble mechanic with a heart drenched in justice, Maria doesn’t even like to fight, and adheres to a knightly ideal and a duty she must fulfill instead to justify her participation in these commercialized bloodsports, which carries the narrative. She is joined by a lovable cast of rambunctious family and family friends, who serve as her mentors and support: Her aunt, who is more akin to an older sister-slash-maternal figure, Zofia, who we are immediately shown is so close to Maria that the moment Maria made a big decision (the participation in the Major) without confirming with Zofia first, she immediately chastised her, wondering why she did not consult with her beforehand. Aunt Zofia is her aunt only due to technicality, as she’s a lady-in-waiting (or, in other words, belongs to a branch family of the Nearl clan, and is actually only 5 years older than Maria) and, more importantly, a decorated, retired competition knight who earned enough in her career that she can live comfortably for the rest of her life, ironically far outstripping the main Nearl house in terms of wealth. There’s also Kowal, an old Ursus mechanic, engineer and smith who mentors Maria in the ways of the wrench, willing to pass his workshop to Maria with her as his successor any day of the week, who himself also used to be a squire to V, an old, retired knight of old who served as Grandpa Nearl’s peerless sharpshooter and who trained Zofia back in the day. Finally, we have Old Marcin, owner of the cast’s favorite hangout, a little bar where he and Maria mediate the infinite squabbles, fights, and arguments that Kowal, V, and occasionally Zofia spark between one another. The event does a great work of introducing the dynamic between these five characters as something extremely domestic and comfortable: You can tell these five are tight and that they have spent a long time together. It’s just another day in their low profile lives when, suddenly, Maria dons Margaret’s old armor and decides to take arms for the main Nearl house, which is currently on the brink of ruin and about to lose its knighthood and nobility titles.

And this decision, and everything this decision means, informs everything that happens afterwards: Zofia tells Maria that if she’s worried about being left homeless, then that’s just foolishness, since Zofia is absolutely 100% ok with Maria moving in with her. She’s loaded. They can live comfortably for the rest of their lives without a concern. Kowal, likewise, insists that Maria is a good enough mechanic that she can earn a living by doing that. But, see, it’s not about a livelihood for Maria, it’s about preserving that for which Margaret and Grandpa Nearl fought and stood for, it’s never about the wealth, it’s about the name, the principle, not the glory, the weight of ideals that blood was shed to nourish and maintain. Maria is not even sure if she’s doing the right thing, but she’s got to do something. Why? Look no further than Uncle Mlynar. A bitter man, a corporate slave, spitting bile at her niece and apologies at his bosses. And the fact that it is very clear that this guy can kick some serious ass -- we never see him without his trusty blade hanging on his hip and, at the end, tells Margaret to square the hell up -- makes it all the sadder: In any other context, Mlynar might be a knight’s knight, hell, Margaret herself says she respects him still, but the Mlynar we see now is an unimportant cog in the capitalist system, just another grunt apologizing to his phone every time his lips part, who gets in hot water just by making small talk because, whoops, your workload accumulated again, better get chop chopping. Mlynar is a very telling character, because he represents everything Maria resents about the current state of the Nearl family: Disgraced, meaningless, existing as an extension of other bigger conglomerates. He is what she wishes to never become, and what the Nearl house cannot be any longer, if she has any saying on the matter.

Maria is not a good fighter. This is important and delightful, because she wins not due to aptitude, strength, or experience, she instead uses her knowledge as a mechanic, her “pegasian sight” (what Grandpa uses to refer to Maria’s incredibly powerful investigative faculties, being able to analyze situations and catch even the smallest details quickly) and the sheer heft of her brass pair of metaphorical horse balls to pull through with clutch victory after clutch victory. Zofia trying to cram as much fundamentals as she can on Maria in as little time as possible so she can survive also helps a lot.

Maria’s victories earn her the possibility of sponsorships, which would, superficially, fix her problems: The main Nearl house would retain status, she’d get a Title, and she would not have to fight anymore. But, see, this is not the point of Maria’s fight. One might say “Maria should’ve just taken the sponsorships”, but that’s not the point of Maria’s fight. She is pushing back against this highly commercialized view on “knighthood”, just like Margaret before her did. Margaret had a clear intent and her passions made her act mostly in anger, as she makes no secret: She hates Kazimierz for what it has become. Maria’s intent is less clear, even to herself, but she’s very much aiming for the same thing, but instead of Margaret’s anger, Maria has her determination. To have taken any sponsorship would have superficially kept the Nearl house afloat, but Maria is not looking to keep the house alone afloat, she’s looking to keep the house and the ideals in which it was built afloat. It goes beyond mere status.

In a world as bleak as Arknights’ and specially Kazimierz, Maria is no doubt naive to the point of frustration... But it is that which we call naive that makes a knight’s knight: Chivalry forged from ideals, sacrifice’s blunt borne from beliefs. The easy way out would’ve ultimately doomed her story, hence why she did not just move in with Zofia, hence why she did not just succeed Kowal and accept his workshop, hence why did not accept a sponsorship: It never was about that.

The very first event of the game, Grani’s Treasure, takes place in Kazimierz as well, but in the isolated outskirts, and we see hard-working, honest people, inhabitants of a nice little scenic hamlet. Now, we see what Kazimierz really looks like: A sprawling megalopolis of neon and concrete where the system shamelessly feeds on whoever sticks out their neck. The contrast couldn’t be harsher, and any hell is upheld by its demons: Czarny was a fascinating character, in that he very clearly held a lot of influence and power... And was extremely replaceable. The moment he messed up badly enough, he was instantly replaced by just whoever the hell picked up the phone next. It’s chilling. One puppet performed poorly? Irrelevant, there’s an endless supply who’ll take his place, provided enough fear and funds. Fear and money. The two currencies of Kazimierz. When a shadow council can just appoint you as the next Spokesman just on basis of you having picked up a phone without any real background check beyond “the previous Spokesman likely intended for this next sack of meat to pick up his phone in case he messed up”, well, congratulations, you’ve crafted a terrifying capitalist hellscape. No wonder Margaret hates Kazimierz so much, given the rot brewing in its underbelly and upper echelons.

And to all this, I have to say: It’s lovely. I loved the world building, implicit and explicit, I loved the cast, I love the themes explored and how characters were used to juxtapose these.

I feel it kinda drops the ball at the end by just... Not having a conclusion? It just sort of ends, which is very weird because events tend to be good at concluding themselves. I assumed we’d get some post-Challenge stages cutscenes to tie everything up like in the past but... No, not really, it didn’t happen. Margaret swoops in, the sisters perform the Ultimate Kamehameha on the Sarkazian Knights, and then it sort of ends one brief talk later. It needed a bigger epilogue, for sure. But this doesn’t ruin the event or anything, just a bit of a weak ending, everything else is still delightful and I loved it very much.

So yeah! The horses sure were wonderful!

#whiskas does stuff #arknights #maria nearl #arknights lore post

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missturtleduck · 4 years ago

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The Girls of Ba Sing Se - (Sokka x f!Reader) Pt. 6

Part Five│Part Seven

“You let me nearly be eaten, Toph!”

She didn’t know how she ended up on Sokka’s chest, but Y/N wasn’t complaining.

It had been a few days since Azula administered psychological warfare on the Avatar and friends when she deprived them all of sleep, and so far, the days had been uneventful. The group had gone through the usual motions; travel for a while, make camp, eat, train, and sleep. One achievement Y/N was especially proud of, however, was training Qin to not eat Momo – Qin being the twenty-foot-long mongoose lizard that had refused to leave Y/N alone.

“I can’t believe you’re keeping it!” Katara had said, eyeing the creature warily, Momo clinging onto her by her loopies.

“But, Katara,” Y/N had whined, “We let you keep Sokka!”

Sokka was not amused.

Sleep, however, was a priority after they were deprived. With little to do when they made camp, Sokka and Y/N often made the most of it – the basking warmth of the sun and the cool shade from overhanging trees – with naps throughout the day. Perhaps that was how she ended up with her head on Sokka’s chest, ear over his heart, soothed by its steady thumping. How his hand ended up in her hair was another question entirely to Y/N, but she assumed it was probably the same for him; they had just moved in their sleep.

Just as Y/N was about to drift back into lazy slumber, Sokka yelped, shooting up and knocking her off of his chest. As she was about to shout at him, the anger caught in her throat, bubbling into laughter when she saw the mess in front of her.

Qin had her head on Sokka’s legs, pinning him down, her tail thumping like a dog – something she had likely learned from Momo. Her laughter developed into raucous cackling as Qin’s head slid up to rest on his chest, Sokka flailing his arms miserably in an attempt to get her off. Betrayal crossed his face as he watched Y/N double over in pure glee.

“Y/N!” He croaked, not appreciating the reptile nuzzling against him. “Get your dragon off of me!”

Still giggling, Y/N clapped her hand, Qin’s head snapping around to identify the noise. Clambering off of the poor boy, trampling him along the way, the lizard waited excitedly in front of her. Her tail had the strength of an earthbender’s tremor, enough to break ribs or send a soldier flying. Y/N though it was adorable, like when Kuai would wag his stub of a tail in excitement at the littlest thing. She missed Kuai.

“Qin,” Y/N said, catching her breath from giggling, “Qin is not a dragon. She’s a mongoose lizard.”

Sokka narrowed his eyes. “She’s probably spying for the Fire Nation.”

“Oh yeah?” She challenged, resting her chin on top of Qin’s head. “Qin, are you a Fire Nation spy?”

The reptile took its great tongue and licked its own eye, letting it loll dumbly after. Y/N gestured to the docile creature as if to say proof enough.

“That is exactly what a Fire Nation spy would say.”

Y/N didn’t think she had ever laughed so hard in her life. Taking a seat in front of the campfire, which had lit very easily, she began boiling tea over the flames. Sokka sat opposite her, a goofy frown on his face as he grumbled to himself. To add to insult, Qin seemed completely unaffected, learning nothing about personal space as she curled her tail around Sokka’s midriff as she basked in the sun.

Comically, the three raised their heads to look eastwards as a great crack resounded through the mountain range. Aang was learning to earthbend, Y/N knew this much, but was it honestly that loud?

“I have an excellent idea!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her friend across the fire, whose hands gestured so wildly that his tea flew out of his cup. “I hope it’s not crying over spilt tea.”

“Hardy har har,” He blanched, sticking his tongue out. “No, we should train Qin to hunt!”

On cue, the reptile raised her head to look at Sokka, eyes glazed over with glee. Looking at the dopey animal, Y/N doubted it had the mental capability to catch an animal. Chase an animal? Qin could do that for miles? Have the depth perception and overall smarts to catch it? A firebender had more chance surviving in the North Pole.

“If you want to help train Qin, we’ll train Qin.”

With those words, Sokka tightened his wolf tail and wrapped his forearms ready for a hunting trip. Slinging her staff over her back, Y/N finished her tea, smothering the flames. She had a feeling that today was going to be very amusing.

To start with, Sokka held seal jerky under Qin’s nose, talking to her lowly as if he were bartering with a stall vendor. Surprising Y/N, Qin seemed interested. She knew that mongoose lizards were omnivorous, but she couldn’t imagine any animal wanting to snack on, let alone take a whiff of, dried seal jerky. Maybe she was just projecting; she wasn’t overly fond of the food as Sokka was, though he seemed fond of any food put on his plate.

Qin’s tail hit the floor in enthusiasm, a clear sign she smelt something similar. Sure, she was no shirshu, but she still had a keen enough nose to do what Sokka needed – well, wanted.

Following her nose, Qin moved swiftly, running ahead of Y/N and Sokka until she was nearly out of sight. Skidding to a halt, the lizard looked over the edge of the canyon, eyes trained to one spot. Obviously, she had found something. It was Sokka who got there first, less wary of the rocky edge than Y/N. He pumped his fist in the air, whooping something about an easy lunch.

That was until Qin startled, knocking him over the canyon edge.

“Sokka!” Y/N screamed, tripping over herself to look over the edge.

He looked up from the rocky crevice he was trapped in, a goofy grin on his face. “Aw, you care.”

“Shut up,” She muttered, sliding down the rock face with relative ease, Qin not far behind. “I was only upset because if you died like that, Katara would never let Qin stay.”

“Uh huh, and that’s why you screamed my name.”

Flushing red, she stared pointedly away from the boy, focusing her attention on her new favourite reptile, who was struggling to descend as easily. It took a few moments for the blood to return to normal in her face, so she thought it was safe to look at Sokka again. She was wrong. He was still grinning at her from his trap, eyebrows raised. She suddenly had a very vivid image of a fair game she used to play at festivals involving a large stick and a hole hopping gopher – and she already had the big stick, or staff.

“You’re very cocky for a boy stuck between a rock and a hard place,” Y/N quipped, taking a seat next to Sokka on the ground.

Sokka barked out a laugh. “And you’re very funny today!”

Y/N, cupping her face in her hands, pouted. “I’m always funny. Speaking of...”

Stifling a giggle, Y/N pointed past Sokka’s right side at Qin. She had managed to make it down the cliff face, and even found what she was hunting. Rather than having the baby animal between her jaws, she was playing with it, watching it chase her hand.

“You know, when I trained Qin to not rip Momo in half, I think she’s just applied it to all tiny creatures,” Y/N mused, “Kinda cute, really.”

He hummed in agreement, sounding almost dreamy. “Yeah, she is.”

The place he had managed to get stuck, though snug, had some beautiful surroundings. Naturally, the canyon was home to many different flora types, but the trees that had weathered such harsh conditions were phenomenally beautiful. Somehow the leaves seemed to shine with a green more brilliant than the uniforms of earthbending soldiers, or even the emerald adornments of noblewomen’s robes. It was shockingly quiet, bar the occasional bird call, each one new and more exotic than the last.

Grunting with effort, Sokka shimmied himself up in the crack, propping himself up with his arms.

Y/N frowned. “Should I go find Toph?”

“No!” He exclaimed, startling her. “No. Just keep me company?”

Her frown quickly dissolved into a small smile. Wordlessly, she sunk to his level, unpinning her hair and laying on the dusty ground. The sky was nice at least, serenely blue against the earth tones of the canyon.

“Is the sky as pretty here as it is in the South?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to catch a glimpse of Sokka.

“Oh, way prettier,” He said, his tone completely confident. “You know how blue the sky is right now? In the South Pole, it kinda meshes with the ice, like an ocean of sky.”

Y/N snorted. “Oh, so you’re a poet now.”

“Hey!” He pouted. “You asked! And I would know what that was like, considering I’m the only one from my village who can captain a ship.”

“A ship!”

“Well, more like a boat.”

“A boat?”

“A very small fishing canoe.”

The pair dissolved into laughter, Sokka shifting so that he didn’t slip down entirely.

“You live in the South Pole though,” Y/N said, brows furrowing in confusion. “Isn’t fishing your livelihood?”

“Not just fishing.” Sokka’s tone shifted, becoming more serious as he eyes glossed over with something very different from the glee it had just been. “My dad and his partner, Bato, would know how to captain proper ships. Most the men from my village knew how to work on a boat.”

Knew.

Y/N sat up, propping her chin up on her palm. “You’re the only man in your village?”

“You’re looking at him!” He joked, though his heart didn’t seem in it. “The best captain, warrior, and overall guy you’ll find.”

She looked at him, her eyes sad, her smile even sadder. Silent, she put her hand over his, looking at him in the eyes. They stayed like that for a moment until he cleared his throat, his face red and uncomfortable.

“What about you then?” Sokka asked, staring up at her with what she could only describe as puppy dog eyes. “You’re my friend and I know nearly nothing about you.”

Spirits, help me.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Do you have parents?”

“A mother,” She nodded, her face softening ever so slightly. “She lives in Ba Sing Se, actually. It was where I was heading when Lao had his tantrum.”

“Is she pretty like you?” He said, head tilted in curiosity.

“Sokka, you best not be going after my mum,” Y/N scoffed, hiding how pink she was turning. “No, I’m her spitting image, apparently. Brown eyes and what not, y’know? I didn’t, however, pick up her affinity for earthbending. I don’t really know what she’s doing since she sent me away.”

Sokka scowled, a silent question.

“I guess she though Ba Sing Se wasn’t safe anymore,” She shrugged. “That, or she finally got sick of me.”

“No offence to your mother,” Sokka began, eyes wide in ready defence, “But I don’t understand how anyone could get sick of you.”

Y/N eyes widened to the size of the moon, Sokka’s face falling as it happened. He was opening his mouth, she realised, but honestly Y/N was far too distracted by the saber-tooth moose-lion leering over the pair. Qin realised too, hackles raised as she nudged the baby back towards its mother. With Qin stalking to Y/N’s side, she realised that Sokka had no idea what was about to attack them. Gently, she pulled her bō staff out, holding it low down but ready to strike.

“Don’t tell me,” Sokka deadpanned. “Foo Foo Cuddlypoops’ mum has finally come to pick him up.”

“You called it Foo Foo Cuddlypoops?” Y/N hissed, placing a hand on Qin’s nose, anxious she was about to pounce.

Before Y/N could make a rash decision – she was going between charging the beast, kidnapping its kid and running as fast as possible, or likely following Qin to stop her killing herself – Aang came into the clearing. Trying to prevent a very messy accident, Y/N gestured subtly to Sokka, something along the lines of use your magical Avatar superpowers and get Sokka out of this mess.

Aang smiled panicked, replying with something like I can’t earthbend, what do you want me to do?!

With the still growling moose-lion, Sokka looked between the two like watching two teams in a sports game. “Hello? Sokka here! Still stuck!”

Startled, the moose-lion charged, and they reacted fast. Scooping up the baby, Y/N grabbed onto Qin and began to run. Maybe if she was watching the ensuing chaos, she would have laughed at how the baby seemed content with the wind hitting its face, looking at its mother unfazed by the distance between them. It took all of her willpower not to scream the entire way; death by moose-lion was not going to be written in her obituary, not if she had any say in it. Then the path ran out. Another cliff edge, another chasm to fall into. Climbing off of her mount, Y/N dropped her staff, holding the baby in one hand and doing the one thing she could think of.

She ignited.

Holding the flame near the baby, Y/N held back grimacing tears as it squealed in fear, but it was enough. The mother, seemingly unbothered about trampling Y/N and Qin, whined desperately, snarling and spitting up a vicious storm. Slowly, she put the baby to the floor, letting it run from them. As the mother tended to her child, she looked up briefly, as if considering whether she could get away with brutally killing the firebender. One look at the flame, and they bolted.

Extinguishing the fire swiftly, Y/N exhaled a sigh of relief, the nausea in her stomach – that she hadn’t been aware of until she had stood still – dissipating. Keeling over, she heaved herself onto Qin, letting the reptile run her back to her friends.

“Oh, hi Y/N.”

Toph was grinning atop a stone pillar. Had she been there the entire time?

“I can’t believe you watched that happen and didn’t do anything!” Sokka shouted, Aang sharing the sentiment with a scowl.

“Pssh, the Avatar learns better under pressure.”

Y/N eyes widened as she saw red, opening her mouth to speak; no words came out as she covered her mouth, trying not to be sick. “I was nearly eaten by a moose-lion.”

“You’re being dramatic- “

“You let me nearly be eaten, Toph!”

“Nearly is the key word there!”

Baffled, Y/N stared at her friend. Somewhat hysterically, she cracked up into laughter, clutching onto Qin for support. She laughed and laughed until Sokka approached her, holding her up by her arm.

“I am not making dinner tonight.”

TAGLIST: @lunariasilver @maragreene

#atla #sokka x reader #sokka #toph #aang #katara #fanfic #the girls of ba sing se #missturtleduck

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whats-rambled-rambled · 4 years ago

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Stuck in reverse - pt 5

Neil x Reader

Chapter 5: Someone like you

(<- see Chapter 4, 3, 2, 1)

summary: camping, watching sunsets, oh - and Neil plays a guitar

warnings: is beer an alcohol? Language. Feels. Lots of feels.

author’s note: when did we stop putting lyrics into fanfics? I miss that! Del Amitri - Tell Her This is one the three songs that inspired me to write this story in the first place.

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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As you were adjusting the straps of your backpack, you heard your team hollering happily by the van’s trunk. You shot a glance at their direction. Neil was just taking out his own backpack and you noticed a familiar shape next to him.

He brought the guitar.

You snickered at yourself, because that meant you were officially, royally screwed.

“Oi, mate, you plan on stealing some poor girl’s heart with this thing?” a young medic teased and nudged your friend’s shoulder.

Neil snorted and looked directly at you. “Maybe,” he said as an innocent smile appeared on his face. Then he winked.

Son of a bitch.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but the corner of your lips twitched.

___

The trail went mostly through the forest. The fog in the air, leaves rustling under your feet, the smell of resin and mushrooms – every step made you more and more relaxed. You tuned out your teammates’ chatter and just focused on taking in the views. You were still a bit tired after the previous night, not really in the mood for talking. The sadness was gone though, replaced by peaceful contentment.

You reached your destination in the afternoon and spent some time setting up the camp on a small clearing in the woods. The team set up nine small tents in a circle, leaving some place for a campfire in the middle.

You were halfway through unpacking the cool box when your phone buzzed. You raised your eyebrows when you noticed it was a text from Neil. You looked around, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. You opened the message only to find a set of coordinates there.

___

“Well, that certainly is a dramatic sunset, all right.”

Neil was standing at the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley. He jumped at the sound of your voice, turned around and greeted you with a wide grin on his face.

“Oh just wait until you see the view from up here,” he laughed and waved his hand to make you join him there.

You crossed your arms. “Nope, thanks, I’m perfectly good here.”

“Fine, you chicken, you’re missing out though,” he teased and turned his back to you.

You shook your head, annoyed at his comment. “Damn, I hate you so much sometimes,” you said through the gritted teeth and made few steps in his direction, still keeping your distance from the rim.

Neil started laughing and looked at you over his shoulder. “No, you don’t.”

You didn’t know why that thought made you this agitated, but you could feel your whole body getting tense. “What, you wanna tell me you remember the ridiculous way I take my coffee but you don’t remember that I am terribly scared of heights?”

Neil’s shoulders dropped when he noticed the angry look in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I thought-… You seemed okay when we were parachuting in Canada.”

You sighed. Yep, that was it. He’d moved in with Nikki few weeks before that mission, so he wasn’t there when you were sitting on the bathroom’s floor, barfing your guts out because you were so terrified and anxious. Only switching into your mission mode allowed you to survive that day without breaking down in front of everyone.

“Fake it till you make it, huh?” you laughed bitterly. “Nah man, I can push through it in the field, but after hours?” - you shrugged - “I’m useless.”

Neil opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then shook his head, reached out his hand and smiled lightly. “Do you trust me?”

Of course you did.

You took his hand and let him guide you toward the edge of the cliff. You could feel your knees shaking and your breath became shallow.

Neil was closely watching your reaction, trying not to push you too far out of your comfort zone too soon.

“Few more steps and we’ll sit down, I promise,” he said softly.

You squeezed his hand and nodded.

Neil sat down and pulled you next to him before you had a chance to peek down the precipice. You looked around and gasped at the view. The river wound through the valley, reflecting the colours of the sun, which was slowly hiding its face behind the top of the mountains up ahead.

“I told you so.”

You chuckled, too mesmerized by the scene in front of you to say anything. You leaned back and sighed happily. With the corner of your eye, you could see Neil looking at you with a shade of a smile on his lips before he turned his head and focused on the sunset.

You both watched in silence the sky changing into more orange and purple tones.

Suddenly you felt a change in Neil’s mood. He was pinching his left hand’s little finger, lost in his thoughts. He must have noticed your gaze, because he took a deep breath, as if he was bracing for something.

“Why did you leave?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

Not that you didn’t know what he meant. You knew exactly what he was asking about, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to have that conversation.

“Why did you leave?” he repeated his question, still not looking in your direction. “...Back then.”

The sadness in his voice took you by surprise.

“Neil, I-” you hesitated, fighting the urge to laugh it all up and change the subject. But he deserved to know. “Look, you were so happy and so in love, you’d put all your time and energy into your new relationship and that was okay. I just wanted to give you a bit of space.”

His eyes darted at you as he scoffed in disbelief. “A bit of-...By completely disappearing? I thought that our friendship was stronger than that.”

That accusation hit you hard, so without thinking twice you blurted, “Hey, you didn’t call me either.”

The painful look in his eyes made you regret saying that almost instantly. God, it hurt, and it’s been eating you alive all those years, but you just knew-

“That’s not fair.”

You pulled up your knees and wrapped your arms around them. He was right.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Look, from the bottom of my heart, I was genuinely happy for you both. Really. But-...” you sighed heavily. You felt light-headed, knowing what you were about to say. You desperately wanted to get it all out once and for all. Even if jumping from that cliff seemed like a more pleasant option at that moment. “...at the same time it did hurt like bitch,” you ended quietly. There, you said it.

The silence was deafening.

You shot a quick glance at Neil. He was staring at you with his mouth open, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Why-”

You looked into his blue eyes, hoping he would see the answer in yours.

“Please don’t make me say it,” you whispered, barely holding your emotions at bay.

Neil’s eyes widened as he gasped quietly in sudden realization. You could almost see him finally connecting all the dots in his mind. His expression was a mixture of shock and dread.

“Jesus, Y/N, but you never- why didn’t you say-”

Ah, that was the easiest question.

“Because I valued our friendship more than...” - you took in a shaky breath, fighting the tears welling up in your eyes - “...than that and I didn’t wanna risk it.”

No, the irony of that whole mess wasn’t lost on you, but you were glad Neil decided not to point it out. His intense stare was unbearable though.

You stood up, unable to bring yourself to stay any longer, terrified of what you might hear next.

“I have to go, I’m in charge of the food today,” you muttered and turned away to walk back to the camp.

“Y/N-”

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest. You pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head, not looking back. “Neil, please. It’s just- I can’t do this right now.”

The short walk to the camp gave you enough time to pull yourself together. The policy is to suppress echoed in your mind and it helped you put the cap on your bottled emotions and to shove them back into the deepest corner of your heart. The rest of the crew was sitting around the campfire, listening to Seb’s story about his recent cinematic discoveries. You let him finish his rant before you joined them.

“Who’s hungry?” you asked, rubbing your hands together. Seeing your squad’s enthusiastic reactions put a smile on your face. “Okay, I need more hands for this!”

As you were giving instructions to Ira and Elliot over the cool box, you noticed Neil coming out of the forest. You saw Wheeler walking up to him and asking something, but he just shook his head, patted her on the shoulder, grabbed a beer from a bucket and sat down near the campfire.

Two hours later, most of the food you’d prepared was gone. The group switched to drinking and singing along to Neil’s guitar. You included, the atmosphere of camaraderie grounding you in the moment. After covering few of the classics, Neil started taking the requests.

“Hey, how about Passenger and Let her go?” said Wheeler, smirking.

Neil’s lips pressed into a thin line as he glared at her. If looks could kill, she’d be dead right then. For a moment it seemed like they were having a short non-verbal argument, then Neil sighed, clearly defeated. He put on a brave face though and played the first few chords.

What the hell was that about?

The rest of the guys whooped and joined him singing the lyrics. As the song progressed, you could swear Neil’s face became sadder, and by the end of the song you could feel a lump in your throat. The tenderness in his voice when he sang the last lines took your breath away.

//Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go//

The image of Nikki flashed before your eyes and you got up to grab another beer.

“All right guys,” Neil laughed and downed his bottle, frowning slightly. “Speaking of- ...let me choose the next one.”

Of course you recognized that song. Bloody hell. You remembered the first time you heard it, that winter afternoon, Neil and you snuggled under a blanket on his couch, watching the latest episode of your then-favourite TV show, and you slowly falling in love with the music, the lyrics… and your best friend in the whole world.

//Tell her not to go

I ain't holding on no more

Tell her something in my mind freezes up from time to time//

“You know that all this time I had no idea you are that childhood friend that broke his heart?”

Your heart sank at those words. Wheeler was standing right next to you with her arms crossed, a smug expression on her face. Your jaw dropped and you looked over your shoulder at Neil. Nobody seemed to know that song, so he just kept singing alone, smiling sadly.

//Tell her not to cry

I just got scared, that's all

Tell her I'll be by her side, all she has to do is call//

Your mind went blank, not allowing you to fully grasp what you’d just heard. “Me neither,” you said under your breath.

Wheeler snickered at your shocked face. “Apparently.” She placed her hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly and went to her tent, leaving you standing there alone.

You turned around and noticed Neil looking at you, the fire flickering in his eyes.

//Tell her not to go

I ain't holding on no more

Tell her nothing if not this: all I want to do is kiss her//

You held your breath, your hands were shaking. The thought appeared on your mind, but you were too scared to take it seriously.

What if he really meant it?

Why were you doing this to yourself? Enough. You left the camp and headed to the stream in the woods. You splashed the cold water on your face and sighed heavily.

“You have no idea how many times I wanted to call you.”

There he was, leaning against the tree, his hands in the pockets, his face tense and serious.

“One day I woke up and realized that you were gone. Days were passing by and it was getting more and more difficult.” Neil gritted his teeth in frustration as he looked away. “Goddammit, I thought you were mad at me, or hated me for some reason,” he exhaled slowly and fixed his gaze on you. “Or that you didn’t care anymore. I just tried to make some sense of it all. Believe it or not,” - he laughed bitterly - “I wanted to give you some space too.”

You wanted to laugh at that comeback, but a little sob escaped your mouth instead. The pain in his eyes was breaking your heart into a million little pieces. The tears were slowly getting mixed with the water on your face so you tried to wipe them with the back of your hand as you walked up to him.

“Neil, I’m sorry,” you said quietly and pulled him into a hug.

Neil wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair, trembling lightly as he let out a shaky breath.

“The thought that I lost you for good was-” his voice broke before he could finish the sentence.

You pulled back so you could look at him. The tenderness of his expression made your heart skip a bit. Neil pressed his forehead into yours and closed his eyes.

“Jesus, I was so stupid. I’m so sorry,” he said softly.

You were lost for words, so you just shook your head lightly and placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it slowly with your thumb. Neil fixed his eyes on yours as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered and sighed, biting his lip.

You chuckled lightly and smiled. Your fingertips slowly traced down his jawline, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Neil tilted his head as he pulled you closer. Then he kissed you like there was no tomorrow and nothing else mattered anymore.

(next Chapter ->)

((bonus chapter ->))

#neil tenet #neil tenet x reader #neil x reader #tenet #robert pattinson #neil tenet fanfic #tenet fanfic #stuck in reverse

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cadence-talle · 4 years ago

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Hang A Shining Star

Pairing: Keefe Sencen/Fitz Vacker

Wordcount: 2,667

Summary: Keefe nods, nudging Fitz’s shoulder. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. We’re going to raise the roof!”

Fitz snorts, taking a sip of his eggnog. From the living room, a stream of chatter weaves between the lyrics of Christmas Island. The whole house is warm and smells of nutmeg.

“Yeah. Yeah, we are.”

Other notes: Here we go! The Keefitz Christmas party fic! I hope you guys enjoy it.

Taglist: @everyonehasthoughts, @clearlykeefitz, @loverofallthingssmart, @a-lonely-tatertot, @enbies-and-felonies, @molly-sencen, @lemontarto, @appalyneinstitute1, @ruewen-and-rising, @silver-snow, @linhamon-roll, @hyperlollypop, @never-ever-too-many-fandoms, @keeper-of-the-lost-queers, @impostertamsong, @vibing-in-the-void, @yeetersofthelostcities, @mistythegirlfluxmess, @diamond-dreamerr

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If you had to give each season a word to describe it, winter would be quiet.

Summer is light, heat waves sinking across the country and sunshine spreading its rays. Spring is growth, flowers opening and leaves unfolding. Autumn is rest, leaves dropping to the ground and blowing away on the wind.

And winter is quiet. It’s something in the air- something about nature pausing, holding its breath, something about the way the snow muffles any semblance of sound. Winter is a time for introspection, a time to catch your breath. It’s peace.

Right now, though, the house is anything but quiet and peaceful.

Even from two floors up, Fitz can still hear the finishing chords of Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You, Biana humming along. He’s supposed to be retrieving the decorations from the attic, but he doesn’t want to leave the relative safety of his Justin Bieber-less space.

“Fitz?” Livvy pokes her head into the room, garishly-patterned Christmas sweater seeming to glow in the dim light. “Everything okay up here?”

“Yeah,” Fitz grimaces as Santa Claus Is Coming To Town starts up. “Just trying to save my ears.”

Livvy laughs, sitting down on a box labeled China Tea Set- DO NOT TOUCH. “Yeah, I get that. I love Dell to death, but her music taste is terrible.”

Fitz nods. “And it’s Christmas songs. How do you mess up Christmas songs?”

“Not sure, but they’ve managed to do it.” Livvy springs to her feet and picks up a fake wreath the size of her torso. “We should probably get this stuff downstairs.”

“Yeah.” Fitz picks up a box that just says X-mas shit and rests it on his hip. “All right. Into the beast’s mouth we go.”

“Maybe we can steal the aux cord and change the music to something good.”

Biana and Della do not, unfortunately, relinquish the music. They do change it to Ella Fitzgerald’s Christmas album, though, so Fitz counts that as a win.

Winter Wonderland is crooned through the speakers as they start to unpack the boxes, sparkling glass ornaments hung on the tree next to a horrifying glue-and-yarn monstrosity Fitz made in first grade. Biana pulls a tiny tissue-wrapped package out of a box and holds it up with a shout.

“I found her! The mermaid!”

Livvy whoops as they all gather around to watch as Biana hangs the ornament on a pine branch. The mermaid is vaguely misshapen, facial features in the wrong places and tail twisted in on itself. It’s a Vacker family tradition- Fitz and Keefe bought it at a gas station at 3 am once when they were fifteen and they’ve never looked back.

“Perfect,” Della says, stepping back to look at the tree. “All we have to do is put the lights on the house, then.”

Everyone groans. Having a huge house is nice for some things; parties, for example, or having sock-sliding races, but hanging lights is always a pain. It takes multiple people just to hang a single string- Keefe usually comes over to help.

“Where is Keefe, anyway?” Livvy asks like she can read Fitz’s mind. (She actually might be able to. She’s talented like that.) Biana, from where she’s seated on the sofa untangling the lights, looks up.

“Oh, he couldn’t come today. He and Marella have a date to-”

“A date?” Della interrupts, looking at Fitz. “Huh. I always thought… I mean, that is to say, I always assumed Keefe…”

Fitz flushes. “No, mom, not that kind of date. They’re just the only two people crazy enough to go sledding.”

“Tobogganing,” Biana corrects. “Marella found an old toboggan in her garage and decided to take it out. I think they’re going down a hill near here, actually.”

“Well, maybe they’ll drop in after they’re done,” Della says crisply. “Eggnog, anyone? I’ll put nutmeg in it.”

Fitz stands up to go help just as the doorbell rings. He blinks, turning towards the front hall. “I’ll get it, I guess. Maybe Marella and Keefe are already done.”

He opens the door to see two snow-covered figures standing on the porch. Fitz can’t even see their faces, covered as they are by scarves and hoods. The shorter figure shakes off her coat and resolves into the form of Marella.

“Hey, Fitz,” she says. “Can we come in?”

Fitz narrows his eyes at the two of them. “Yeah, sure, just leave all the snow on the porch. What happened to you?”

Keefe pulls the scarf off his face, dropping it in a heap at his feet. He grins at Fitz, cheeks rosy from the cold.

“You know that Calvin and Hobbes strip where Calvin drives his sled into a tree and it breaks and he falls into the snow?”

“Vaguely. Please tell me you didn’t break your toboggan.”

Marella pats his shoulder as she enters the house, the wrists of her sweater wet from melting ice. “Sorry, can’t do that. It’s a pile of wood now.” She shrugs. “It was kinda a shitty sled anyway.”

Fitz rolls his eyes as they walk into the living room. Biana’s head snaps up and she pushes the Christmas lights onto the floor.

“Marella! Hey!”

Marella smiles, pulling her into a hug. “Hey, Bi. What’s up?”

Biana gestures toward the lights on the floor, which are only marginally less tangled. “Oh, you know. Just… fixing up the lights. Want to help?”

The two settle down on the couch, and Fitz and Keefe share a long look before slipping off to the kitchen. Keefe waves at Della.

“Hi, hon,” she calls, serving out the eggnog. “How was tobogganing?”

Keefe lifts one shoulder and takes the offered cup. “Okay. Better at the beginning, that’s for sure. How’s your composition going?”

Della grins, one of those huge, bright ones that Livvy swears could light up the whole world. “Well! We’re going to see if the orchestra can perform it next weekend. Speaking of which- Fitz invited you to the party, right?”

Keefe nods, nudging Fitz’s shoulder. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. We’re going to raise the roof!”

Fitz snorts, taking a sip of his eggnog. From the living room, a stream of chatter weaves between the lyrics of Christmas Island. The whole house is warm and smells of nutmeg.

“Yeah. Yeah, we are.”

-/-

Fitz stares at his reflection, hands anxiously tapping the table in front of him. Jingle Bell Rock is playing on the radio on his dresser, the upbeat music floating through the windows and into the darkening sky. Della and Livvy are out for the night, so he and Biana have the house to themselves for their party.

It’s not a huge affair- it never is. Just them and their friends; Sophie and Dex, Tam and Linh, Marella and Maruca and Wylie. Keefe.

Keefe, of course, presents a problem.

Fitz isn’t stupid. He’s known what he’s feeling since it started four years ago. He’s known exactly what the clenching in his gut was, why his skin felt hot whenever Keefe brushed his hand.

He’s not stupid, so he’s not going to do anything about his feelings.

The music on the radio changes into something slower, sadder. Imogen Heap’s voice seems to echo in the room, as she repeats just for now, just for now. Fitz closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths, trying to prepare himself.

A soft ‘psh’ comes from the doorway. Biana moves into the room, switching off the radio and giving him a sharp look.

“Really? Tonight’s a celebration, Fitz, not a pity party. You can be sad later.”

“I’m not sad,” Fitz protests. “I’m just getting ready!”

“Mmm.” Biana perches herself on the bed, green dress crinkling slightly. “You will be okay, though, right?” She asks, tone softer. Fitz nods.

“I’m fine. I promise.”

“Okay. But I’m here if you ever want to talk.” Biana stands up and ruffles his hair. “Now come on, I need your help with the cheese platter before everyone arrives.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rings.

“Too late for that,” Fitz says dryly as Bi darts downstairs. He glances in the mirror one more time before moving towards the stairs. “Here we go.”

Sophie, Dex and Marella burst in as soon as he opens the door, throwing their coats on the floor and attack-hugging him. Tam, Linh, Maruca and Wylie trail after them, calling “Merry Christmas!” as they kick off their shoes. Fitz tries to wave from underneath his hug pile.

“Merry Christmas,” he manages.

Finally, Keefe staggers in, covered in snow for the second time this week. Biana snorts.

“Need some help there?”

Keefe mumbles a word that might be “No” as Biana brushes some of the snow off of his shoulder.

“Come on, I think you might have an extra suit upstairs. Fitz, can you get everything cleaned up down here?”

“Sure,” he says, turning to the others and picking up discarded coats. “So did you all walk over here together?”

“Yup,” Maruca affirms, hanging her coat on a hanger. “Sorry about Keefe, by the way.”

“He fell into a snowdrift and had to change,” Marella explains. “I think he keeps an extra suit here?”

Sophie snorts. “He ‘fell’ into a snowdrift,” she says with exaggerated air quotes. “And by that, I mean Mare pushed him.”

“In my defense-” Marella holds up a finger- “his face was annoying me.”

“Right,” Fitz says, holding back a laugh. “Well, as soon as Keefe gets changed, we can-” A creak on the stairs interrupts him, and Fitz spins around to see Keefe standing there in a clean suit.

His suit.

“Sorry,” Biana says with a smirk that implies she is anything but sorry. “It turns out Keefe doesn’t have an extra suit here after all. And this one is too big for you, right?.”

“Y-yeah.” Fitz attempts to remember how to speak. “Yeah, no, that’s fine. That’s- fine. Good. Great. Yeah, it’s fine.”

He hears giggling behind him and turns towards the living room, resolutely not looking at anything else. “Anyway. Who wants food?”

-/-

“And that is why we don’t write personalized messages on bouquets anymore,” Maruca finishes, taking a delicate bite of a meatball. “Although there was also the guy who wanted me to write his ex a note that just said Hey Jane, fuck you and your fucking poodle. So, you know, it might have been more than one thing.”

Keefe snorts, leaning forward to grab another cookie. His shoulder brushes Fitz’s and Fitz stiffens before forcing himself to relax. He’s fine. This is fine.

“So, how about some music?” Marella says, plugging her phone into the speaker. The opening notes of Let It Go trail through the air and Dex boos.

“No Frozen!” Linh calls. Fitz blinks.

“Wait, I thought you loved Frozen.”

“Not anymore,” Linh says, settling back into the sofa cushions. Marella sighs and skips to the next song, cutting Elsa off in the middle of her line. Pentatonix’s Joy To The World starts up and she flops onto the floor.”

“You’re all homophobic.”

Biana laughs, sliding off the couch to sit next to her. She hands the smaller girl a mug of hot chocolate. “Here. Drown your sorrows in this.”

“Is it alcoholic?” Marella squints at it and takes a sip. She makes a face. “No.”

Patting her on the back, Biana turns to the rest of them. “Want to watch a movie? I think we have It’s A Wonderful Life-”

“No way,” Wylie cuts her off. Keefe nods.

“It’s Charlie Brown or nothing.”

Biana rolls her eyes and grabs the tv remote, clicking her way to A Charlie Brown Christmas. Next to him, Fitz feels Keefe stretch his legs out before curling up on the corner of the couch. He leans his head on Fitz’s shoulder, and Fitz takes a deep breath.

Yeah. This is fine.

Onscreen, Lucy tells Charlie Brown to direct the Christmas play. Keefe smiles and snuggles closer to Fitz, wrapping one arm around him. Fitz glances down at him, but the other man is completely engrossed by the movie. Maybe he’s just cold.

He must be really cold, then, because by the movie’s end, they’re practically pressed together. When the lights come back on, Fitz expects Keefe to move away, but he doesn’t. They stay snuggled on the couch all throughout Tam and Marella arguing the merits of The Polar Express and Linh’s terrible rendition of That’s Christmas To Me. (Fitz loves her, but the woman can’t sing to save her life.) Keefe only moves when someone mentions Silent Night, turning to Fitz with an excited look. Fitz stares back.

“No,” he says. Keefe pouts.

“Please?”

Fitz sighs, standing up. “Fine. Let me get my cello.”

Playing music, even the worst, most religious Christmas songs, always calms him down. He and Keefe used to do this a lot, play together when they were sad or worried or stressed. Dragging his bow along the strings as piano notes lift into the air is familiar, easy.

They get through Silent Night, Carol Of The Bells, and Hallelujah before Keefe just slams his hands on the keyboard and shatters any semblance of peace they’d had. Fitz can’t bring himself to care, though, not when Keefe is laughing.

Livvy always says that Della’s laughs are the most beautiful thing in the world. Looking at Keefe, Fitz understands that.

Biana plugs her phone into the speaker and Bing Crosby starts to sing about how it looks like Christmas. Laughing, everyone stands up and starts to dance. None of them are very good, and they’re all slightly drunk, but it’s nice.

And they must be playing some sort of Bing Crosby album, because White Christmas comes on next. Almost immediately, everyone pairs up, swaying back and forth. Fitz looks at Keefe, blinking slightly.

Keefe smiles and puts his hands on Fitz’s hips. They move around the room slowly, taking tiny steps in time to the music and finally dancing right out onto the front porch.

The sun has set by now, and the frost on the lawn seems to glitter in the soft moonlight. Snow is still falling, and it seems almost magical when the next song to come on is the Nutcracker Ballet’s Waltz of the Snowflakes.

“I used to love this song,” Fitz says quietly, sitting on the top of the porch steps. “We went to see the ballet in the city when I was a little kid, and I thought it was the most amazing thing ever.”

“Huh.” Keefe sits down next to him, staring out at the silent greenery. “I never saw it,” he offers. Fitz snorts.

“I know. Your dad wasn’t really big on theater.”

“Yeah.” Keefe gives him a small smile. Fitz turns to look at him, biting his lip.

“Are you- happier? Now?”

Keefe takes his hand, running his thumb over Fitz’s knuckles. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been,” he says. “With all our friends, and your mom and Liv, and…” he glances up for a moment. “With you.”

“What-.” Fitz looks up, too, to see a spinning green bundle of plants hanging above them. Mistletoe. “Oh.”

He looks back down, straight into Keefe’s eyes. The other man is smiling, and Fitz thinks that’s where he gets the courage from.

Carefully, he leans forward and presses their lips together.

It’s short and sweet, and when they pull back they’re both blushing. Keefe scratches the back of his neck. “So, uh,” he starts.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Fitz blurts. Keefe blinks. “Sorry, I just- I needed to-”

“Uh. Me too,” Keefe says, snorting a little. Fitz stares at him, a smile spreading across his face.

“Well. Good.”

“Yeah,” Keefe laughs, leaning in again. “Good.”

Winter is quiet. But even now, with music and laughter spilling out of his house and his best friend (boyfriend?) smiling on the stairs next to him, Fitz is at peace.

Winter is quiet, but sometimes it’s nice to make some noise.

#lynn rambles #my writing #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #keefitz #biana vacker #kotlc #kotlc fanfiction

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I’ll be your good girl - Tom Holland x reader

A while ago I read @angelic-hollands EIGHTEEN and like...I got the inspiration from her, so really, you should thank her for this hahah

Word count: a whooping 5,1K

Warnings: SMUT! Piercings, and curse words, a single whore made it’s way into this story too, oops.

Pairing: Tom Holland x female reader.

Without further ado, please do enjoy this smut fest!

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You were a good girl, had good grades, had lots of friends and made friends easily, you were somewhat of a teachers pet. But you were never boastful about it, you always helped out whenever you could with tutoring friends who needed a helping hand, or really anyone. Didn't have to be friends, you did it because you wanted to help people. You were that kind of a person, helping, kind, happy. One of your closest friends were Harrison Osterfield. Who in turn, his best friend was the one and only Tom Holland.

The school's bad boy with arms well on their way of getting more and more tattoos scattered here and there. That chocolate brown hair and matching those eyes making girls fall at his feet. It infuriated you how good-looking he was with that slightly crooked nose of his, that British accent and his voice, not to mention his body. He looked like a goddamned masterpiece carved out of marble and the way he just oozed confidence. Over the years you'd been friends with Haz, you'd hung out with Tom too. Many people would assume that he was an absolute dick because of his looks and his reputation, but he wasn't like that. At least not when you were around to see, sure, he did some of those things. He liked to party and party hard, it wasn't uncommon for Haz and Tom to talk about some of the girls Tom had been with, so you knew that he liked to fool around with them. It wasn't that you were inexperienced, you'd had a boyfriend that lasted for a little over a year, but you'd broken up about 6 months ago because you just drifted apart and he was moving away, set to start at a new college. You had been absolutely devastated and heartbroken when he broke up with you, but deep down you knew that it was for the best.

You managed to get through that rough time with the help of Haz mostly, Tom had joined in too when he could and they were the best company to have while getting over a heartbreak. Their idea of getting over someone was getting drunk and for Haz and Tom, occasionally hooking up with a pretty girl, but that only made you even sadder and it wasn't your thing. Of course you'd fooled around with a guy here and there, but you never slept with them. But you felt the need to do something. Something reckless and daring for once in your life, so who was better than Tom at that? "Tom!" you called one day as he came by your place to hang out, "What's up my love?" he asked as he placed his feet on the coffee table, fingers tapping away on his iPhone. "I wanna do something spontaneous," you said biting the inside of your cheek watching for his reaction, he halted his movements on the screen, looking up at you. "What'd you have in mind?" "I wanna get a piercing," you bite your lip as you say it, all he does is raise his eyebrow looking at you with those deep brown eyes. "Alright," he shrugs and you perk up, "Really?" "Hell yeah, I'm all for you doing something reckless," he smirked and you blush thinking back on how he often would call you his innocent girl, "Tom," you whine but he just got up and walked over to you, close enough so that you felt his breath on the back of your neck, "A little bit of corruption will do you good love," those words making your breath hitch ever so slightly. You shook yourself out of the moment, grabbing his hand, "Let's go!" you call heading for the door. The two of you arrived at the tattoo parlour who did both tattoos and piercings, it wasn't Tom's first time there judging by the way he greeted the guy behind the counter, "Hey Mike!" he greeted cheerily giving him a bro hug. "Tom! It's been a while!" he said with a grin. He had tattoos all over him and piercings here and there. You were a bit intimidated, but you were here and this was something you'd wanted to do. "It has! Oh, this is my friend Y/N," Tom introduced you and Mike smiled holding his hand out, "Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Mike," he said kindly as you took his hand, "Likewise," you said with a nervous smile. "So, what're we having done today?" he asked expectantly looking over at Tom who held his hands up, "Don't look at me, I'm here because this one wants a piercing," he chuckled and Mike grinned looking over at you, "Well, what are you thinking of having done?" he asked and you bit your lip, glancing at Tom. "I wanna get my nipples pierced," you spoke quickly and quietly but based on the way Tom choked on thin air, he definitely heard it. MIke's eyebrows raised too, glancing over at Tom but you didn't dare look at him, staring at Mike instead who recovered quickly. "Alright, I can do that," he said, "Do you want me to come with?" Tom asked once he regained himself, "If that's your way of wanting to see the goods, boy, you're shit out of luck," you smirked and as soon as you said that both Tom and Mike started cackling, "Damn," Tom smirked making you giggle as you followed Mike to the back room. the piercing itself didn't take more than a couple of minutes but the pain it brought on stayed with you for a little longer, but it wasn't unbearable as you walked back out to Tom, seeing him sitting down on a chair flipping through some tattoo books. "You thinking 'bout getting inked?" you wondered startling him slightly and you giggled, "Already done?" he asked and you saw his gaze drop to your chest and you tutted, "My eyes are up here, and yes I am," you said proudly, he chuckled with pink cheeks lifting his gaze up to your eyes, "Can't blame a guy for wanting a peek," he shrugged and you rolled your eyes, "Are you getting anything done?" you changed the subject and he smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked saucily and you blushed. "Maybe," "Yeah, I'm gonna get my eyebrow done," he smiled at you when he saw you blush so prettily. "Are you?" you asked surprised and he nodded, "Can I watch?" you asked biting your lip. He chuckled and patted his lap and you blushed all the more now, going over there and sitting down in his lap. "Course you can, it's not like its my dick I'm piercing," he smirked and you swallowed harshly, well...that would be quite the sight wouldn't it? A hot one that's for sure. "I suppose not," you murmur with a blush as Mike walked over to Tom, "We doing the eyebrow today?" he asked already putting on the latex gloves as Tom nodded. He was completely relaxed with you in his lap, joking around with Mike. "How long have you wanted to do this?" you murmured tracing the outline of his tattoo that peeked out from the sleeve of his shirt, "A while now actually," he answered and you nodded, looking up at him feeling something you hadn't felt before. Or rather, you didn't let yourself feel until now. He was Haz's best friend and the bad boy of the school. You'd felt the gradual shift in the way he'd joke around with you, the tiny touches that were too long to be just casual, the looks. Minor things, but they were noticeable nonetheless. "Ready Tom?" Mike asked breaking you out of your thoughts, you gulped seeing the needle so close to his face and you reached over taking his hand. "You can squeeze my hand as hard as you want," you said though you were probably more nervous than he was. "I will, though I'd be more distracted if I could see the goods," he quipped and you laughed smacking his arm gently, "You're not gonna give up on that are you?" "Absolutely not! Do you know the kind of torment I'm in knowing your tits are pierced and I can't see?" "Well then you're gonna have to wait a long time," you grinned and he pouted, wincing slightly as the needle went through his brow. You immediately squeezed his hand tightly and he squeezed back just as hard. "You're gonna look even more like a bad boy now," you grinned and he looked over at you with a serene smile, "Yeah? You like it?" "The piercing or the bad boy?" you countered and he shrugged, "Both," "I do, the piercing makes you look all tough even though you're about as soft as they come," you giggle and he scoffed, "I could rock your world if only you knew how hard I could be," his bold words making you blush furiously and he noticed, of course he fucking did. He noticed everything. "Oh? Someone's into that," he taunted and you squeaked slapping his arm, "Thomas Stanley," you warned and he let out a loud laugh, "Are you denying it?" "Let's pay and head out of here, I want ice cream mr. Baddie," you changed the subject and he laughed heartily, following in your footsteps as you sorted out the payment and you left for ice cream. "Hey Tom?" you asked as you licked the hazelnut ice cream from the cone, feeling his gaze on you, "Yes honey?" "Thank you, for doing this with me," you said softly feeling your cheeks heat up, "Honestly it was really fun," he grinned easily making you feel lighter too, looking up at him and seeing the carefree look on his face, "Plus, it's hot as fuck knowing your nips are pierced and knowing I can't see it. The things you do to me," he said, his gaze turning darker as they dropped to your chest, making you shift slightly, your thighs rubbing together at the intensity of his gaze. "Tom," you breathed out, both hating and loving the effect he had on you. Still you knew, he hadn't even started. If he wanted to, he could have you be a complete mess within minutes. "Don't worry honey," he smirked, "You can always come to me when you want to be reckless again," he finished, pressing his lips to your cheek and you let out a shaky breath. "I might take you up on it," you said as he pulled back. Your faces were mere inches apart and oh how you wanted to close that distance and press your lips against his sinful ones. Full of devious promises to absolutely wreck and ruin you. "I'm hoping that you will," he said, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips, licking his own. His fingers coming up to rest on your pulse point, feeling it sky rocket. You'd never wanted anyone as much as you did right now, your whole body thrumming with need and want. "I will," you promised reaching up, pressing a kiss on his cheek, letting your lips linger there for a moment too long, but neither of you minded. You slowly pulled away from him, needing a second to collect yourself, seeing him subtly adjust himself and you wanted to whimper, but you swallowed it down. "Wanna head back?" he asked once you finished your ice cream, you nodded and he offered you his hand which you took, lacing your fingers together. You drove home, the two of you singing along to the music he was blaring through the speakers and laughing. Suddenly, the familiar intro of You Shook Me All Night Long came on by AC/DC making you grin, hearing Tom burst into song, staring meaningfully at you as he sang, making you once again rub your thighs together subtly at the promise that he could very well shake you all night long if he so well pleased. You saw the smirk on his face from the corner of your eye. You let out a tiny whimper when you felt his hand on your thigh, rubbing it slowly, teasingly through your jeans. You tried to pretend it didn't bother you, but it very much so did. His fingers bravely brushing over your pussy and you shut your eyes, biting your lip as you felt your panties getting absolutely soaked. "I can't wait to shake you all night long," he said huskily, making you open your eyes staring back at his lust filled ones. "How are you so sure I'd let you?" you asked with false confidence and he eyed you up and down, his fingers rubbing you through your jeans causing your toes to curl. "Oh baby," he tutted with a smirk seeing how you were already falling apart. Just as you were about to move over and straddle him over the console, his phone started ringing, breaking you both out of your moment making you whine as he pulled his hand away. You knew the moment was sufficiently ruined, you hated it as he answered the phone, chatting casually with Haz making you roll your eyes. Only Haz would and could have such impeccable timing and ruin your first orgasm in a long time. Tom started driving again, taking you back to your place and you arrived there after just a few minutes. You waited til he hung up with Haz before leaning over, kissing his cheek. "Thank you," you whispered in his ear, feeling brave enough to bite down lightly on his earlobe, licking it before you pulled away with a grin. Two could play the game, "I meant it, anytime you wanna be reckless," he chuckled hoarsely and you giggled, throwing a wink over your shoulder as you got out of the car. ------ A couple of weeks had gone by since you had your reckless day with Tom, and he'd been stuck on your mind ever since. The two of you hadn't really had any time to see each other because you both had so much homework and revising to do, but it was calming down now, so you sat in your room, biting your lip as you called him. "Hello?" you heard him ask and you smiled to yourself, "Hi Tom, it's me," "Oh hey, what's up?" "Uhm, do you wanna do another reckless thing?" you found yourself asking, suddenly full of nervous butterflies in your stomach, "I knew you couldn't resist," you could practically hear through the phone the way he was gloating, "I could always ask Haz you know," you teased hearing him laugh, "No you won't," he stated confidently and you rubbed your thighs together, "So, are you coming over?" you asked biting the inside of your cheek, you hoped he would. "Yeah, I'll be there in 30," he said, after that you hung up feeling anticipation already surging through you. You knew where this would lead and you knew Tom did too. Now, you spent the next thirty minutes tidying up a bit, putting in a load of laundry, doing the dishes and whatnot, all to keep your mind off of Tom until he arrived. You could hear the knock on the door just as you finished wiping down the counter, so you walked over to the front door seeing Tom there with a smile, "Hi honey," he said giving you a hug that you melted in, "Hey," you said bashfully as he pulled away all too soon for your liking. "How are you?" he asked out of genuine curiosity making you smile as you led him into the kitchen, "I'm good, the revising has been killing me, you?" "Pretty much the same yeah," he chuckled seeing how nervous you were, so he walked over to you, trapping you by the counter. You swallowed glancing up at him as your bodies were flush against one another. "Are you okay honey?" he asked gently, touching your cheek with his hands and you closed your eyes, leaning into the touch, trying to give yourself a moment of privacy under his heated gaze. "I'm fine, I'm just...nervous," you admitted breathing out, "Why're you nervous? It's just me," he asked as he drew his eyebrows together, "Because uhm, the reason I wanted you to come here is because I, uh, I want you to..you know," you trailed off looking at him, trying to motion downward with your head. His lips tugged up in a smile at your innocence, "I know what?" he teased and you moaned in embarrassment hiding your face in the crook of his neck, "Don't make me say it Tom," "Oh but I really want you too love, I can't help you out if you don't tell me," the smugness just rolled off him now and you clenched your jaw, "I..I want you to y'know, go down on me," you said feeling your face burning, "What's that?" he grinned, "Tom please," you pleaded as he pulled your face away from his neck but you refused to look into his eyes, focusing intently on playing with the collar of his shirt. "No love, I wanna hear you say it," "I..I want you to eat me out, please," you huffed, shifting your weight and trying to get some relief by rubbing your thighs together. "You want me to eat that pretty pussy of yours?" you turned crimson hearing him say it so plainly but you nodded, "Now was that so hard to say?" he taunted. You wound your arms around his neck bringing his face down to yours, smashing your lips together to get him to stop fucking gloating. He let out a surprised moan against your lips, but he put his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you up on the counter and you locked your legs around his waist tightly, opening your mouth when you felt his tongue push against the seam of your lips. You let out a sigh when they met and battled for dominance. "Has anyone ever eaten you out?" he asked breaking the kiss to remove his shirt and you shook your head, "Uhm no," you blushed, "But...your ex?" he trailed off and you swallowed, "He didn't really do that," you said lamely looking up at him, seeing the look of utter disbelief on his face. "What a fucking wanker, I bet you he didn't even make you cum properly," he scoffed and you blushed. He wasn't wrong you thought to yourself. "He didn't did he?" he concluded at your silence and you nodded, "Have you ever gotten yourself off?" he prodded looking intently at you, "Yeah, by myself," you shrugged and he kissed you deeply, "That's hot as hell," he murmured against your lips, running his hands up and down your thighs and you tried getting even closer to him. "Please Tom," you murmured sucking on his bottom lip, biting down on it lightly and he groaned, putting his hand on the back of your head kissing you hurriedly and you moaned against his lips, rocking your hips against his, feeling the way he was already straining against his jeans, rubbing against your pussy deliciously. "Want me to eat this pretty pussy right here? On the counter?" he murmured breaking away from the kiss only to move down to your neck, sucking and biting making you gasp. "N-no, I uhm...laundry machine? Because of the vibrations?" you trailed off shyly and he moved up looking at you with a devious grin, "You've given this some thought haven't you?" "Maybe, can't hurt to try it," you shrugged and he smirked wickedly, "C'mon honey, let's give you what you deserve," he said lifting you up with ease and carrying you over to the laundry machine, your clothes landing on the floor as you made your way over there. "I've waited so fucking long to see your tits now honey," he murmured, reaching behind easily unclasping your bra. Your breath hitching slightly at the cool air that hit your nipples, causing them to harden immediately. He groaned at the sight of the bars you had through them now. You bit your lip leaning into his touch when he cupped them, his thumb brushing over your nipple causing you to let out a sharp moan, "O-oh," you breathed letting your fingers tangle in his hair, "Does it hurt?" he wondered glancing at you, "In the beginning it did, not so much now," you breathed and he leaned forward taking your nipple in his mouth, rolling it around expertly and you gasped loudly arching up into his touch. His mouth on one, the other pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "God that feels good," you moaned softly rocking your hips into his again wanting more. You were soaked and he could feel it. His hand coming down, brushing over your soaked panties, running a single finger along your folds causing you to buck your hips up. "Tom," you whimpered feeling so good already, "What's that honey?" he murmured switching boobs and you threw your head back as his thumb started rubbing your clit, making you choke on air. "P-please Tom, eat my pussy," you moaned, he pulled away from your nipple with a pop and he blew cold air on the hardened bud making you shiver. "Was that so hard to say?" he murmured placing open-mouthed kisses all over your stomach, biting and nipping on your hip bones making you moan. You lifted your hips when he tugged your panties down in a swift pull leaving you completely naked for him to bask in you. You whimpered when you saw him palm himself through his black boxers, that was one of the hottest things you'd ever seen. "You are so fucking beautiful honey," he said in a gravelly voice making you even wetter, "So're you," you smiled shyly, leaning up on your elbows when you saw him drop down on his knees. You sucked in a sharp breath feeling him run his finger along your folds again, easily slipping it inside of you. "You're soaking wet baby," he hummed in appreciation leaning forward and licking your pussy causing you to nearly pass out from how good it felt. "Holy shit," you gasped throwing your head back, putting your legs on his shoulders letting him go to town on you. The way that man could move his tongue had you seeing stars, along with the confident way he finger-fucked you into oblivion all while sucking on your clit, having your legs shaking and toes curling. He looked like a man obsessed and you loved it, your fingers pulling on his hair, never wanting this to end, but you felt your orgasm building rapidly, "O-oh god, I'm so close Tommy," you moaned loudly, just then the washing machine kicked into high gear, sending vibrations through you making you scream out as you came, Tom's fingers hitting your sweet-spot over and over, not relenting until you came down from your high. Your legs couldn't stop shaking once you came down from your high and you let out a whimper seeing Tom pull away from your pussy. His hair was a mess from the way you'd pulled on it and your juices were smeared all over his mouth and his lips were swollen. The image alone nearly sent you over the edge again. He wiped his mouth with a smirk, "How was that baby?" "Oh my god," you panted and he laughed. You bit your lip seeing the way his cock strained against his boxers, "Do you...I mean..Can I..help?" you stumbled over your words, your cheeks pink. "Course you can honey," he grinned and you got off the washing machine, biting your lip as you got on your knees, pulling his boxers down revealing his very pretty cock. You salivated slightly at the sight of him, you dared a glance at him before you leaned forward, licking the underside of his cock hearing him suck in a sharp breath, putting his hands on the washing machine to steady himself. That gave you a boost as you wrapped your lips around his cock, bobbing your head up and down, letting your tongue lick the slit and the pre-cum that had collected at the tip. His hand collected your hair for you, pushing it out of the way for you as you sucked, your hands on his hips. You could tell he wanted to thrust forward so you relaxed your mouth as much as you could, looking up at him with a shaky nod giving him the go ahead. He thrusted forward gently at first and you let out a moan feeling his cock hit the back of your throat, keeping your gaze on him as he fucked your mouth, "F-fuck look at you honey, taking my cock so good," he groaned and you moaned, slipping a hand down to your front, rubbing your clit and your eyes rolled back as he kept thrusting and you rubbed your clit the way you loved. "That's it baby, fuck yourself on your fingers honey," he grunted and you whined against his cock slipping two fingers inside of yourself easily, "That good honey?" he hummed, you nodded as tears spilled down your cheeks, sucking on the head of his cock, swirling your tongue. "S-so good," you moaned feeling that pressure of another orgasm build, "You know what's gonna be even better?" he grunted and you looked at him, "My cock pounding into that pretty pussy of yours," he all but growled and you cried out against his cock cumming a second time in matter of minutes. You could tell he wasn't far behind so you pulled off him with a pop and you pushed your tits together and he caught your drift, eyes blazing with lust as he started titty-fucking you until he came, ropes of cum painting your chest. "Who knew you could be such a naughty girl?" he panted looking so proud of you and you preened under the attention. "I want you to fuck me," you said boldly and he smirked, "Oh honey, I plan too, don't you worry," he said confidently making shivers run down your spine in both delight and anticipation. "Now," you said impatiently, pulling him close to you kissing him hotly, your hand wrapping around his cock teasingly jerking him off to get him hard again. You loved the way he moaned your name and his hands cupping your tits, pinching your already sensitive nipples. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him close and you both moaned when you ran his cock along your pussy. Your nails digging into his back and he hissed sliding into you, your heat engulfing his cock completely. "Oh fuck," you cursed throwing your head back as best you could as his mouth encircled your nipple, sucking. "Shit," you moaned raising your hips, meeting each thrust as he slid as deep inside of you as possible making you arch your back. "Such a tight pussy," he growled holding your hips, laying you down and he pulled out of you, only to slam back inside causing you to scream out in pleasure, your thighs shaking and burning, but oh how good it felt. He grunted as he rolled his hips, finding your sweet spot and you couldn't do anything more other than moan like a whore. "Look over there," he grunted out, motioning to the side and your breath got caught in your throat seeing the mirror there and you were transfixed, seeing the way he fucked into you, "That's so hot baby," you moaned glancing between the mirror and Tom, seeing the way his cock completely disappeared inside of you. "You are, god damn the way you take my cock so well huh?" he moaned and you did the same, leaning up kissing him hotly, just needing more of him as he fucked you senseless. His words were turning you on even more, pushing you closer to the edge. "Harder Tommy," you begged against his lips crying out against him when his fingers started rubbing your clit, a silent scream escaping you. "Mmh yes!" you moaned, feeling beads of sweat drip down from your temple. You broke the kiss seeing that Tom was in no better shape than you, his hair matted to his face, covered in a thin layer of sweat as his jaw clenched focused on fucking you the best he could. "Cum in me Tommy," you moaned, you could tell he was getting closer too, you felt it in the way he started shaking. You reached your hand down fondling his balls, biting your lip seeing the way he threw his had back and you wasted no time in sucking on his neck feeling your orgasm tear through you like a hurricane, leaving you breathless and taking Tom with you. With a final thrust you felt him still and cum inside of you, making you moan softly, squeezing his cock letting him give you all he had. "I bet you look so pretty full of my cum inside your pussy," he grunted and your eyes rolled back still feeling him inside of you. Part of you didn't want him to slip out of you, but you knew he had too and he did, "Try holding it in, I wanna see my cum inside of you," he demanded and you let out a pitiful moan nodding, trying to keep his cum inside of you when he pulled out. "Look at that," he breathed completely mesmerized. He gave you a wicked smirk, pushing two fingers inside of you easily fucking his cum deeper inside of you than before, his mouth circling your clit and you cried out weakly, you didn't know how much more you could take, but you loved it. You reached up pinching your nipples letting him rip another orgasm from you, his cum for sure seeping out of you. "Well look at you baby girl, you did so good," he praised and you hazily opened your eyes, panting heavily. "Thank you," you breathed and he smiled, lifting you up and he took you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter there as he got the bath running. "How was that?" he asked gently as the two of you got in the tub, his chest pressed against your back and you cuddled up against him. "Incredible," you said with a blush, you couldn't believe the side of you that came out to play when he fucked you like that. "Fuck yeah it was," he laughed running his fingers up and down your sides. "We should do that again, definitely," you concluded and he kissed your neck softly. "Oh we are, that's a promise honey,"

#tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland x you #tom holland! bad boy #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n

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Gale’s Top 10 Worst episodes of ML

(Now this list is my personal opinion, and since I haven't been so active, might as well make a big list)

I will be making my top 10 best list later)

This list is my personal opinion, and I don't expect everyone to agree with all my picks (some are obviously bad, and some that may have been awful to you might have not been for me. and the reverse. Let me know your personal top 10 worst)

10. Gigatitan

The reason this episode got on the list is mostly because it is completely unnecessary to anything in ML. It was such a dull episode. However, there were two things I did enjoy in the episode. 1. The Girl squad, which I did find funny.

2. I did like that Gorilla will stop being mad as long as Adrien’s okay.

Aside from that this episode was pretty dull.

9.Malediktator

This one is on the list because it is subpar in a LOT of ways. Chloé’s ‘Redemption’ was pretty much on life support and this did too little too late to make anyone think Chloé was redeemable. The akuma design was lame, Adrien’s attitude (While I do understand why he was upset, had no reason to say no one else should be unhappy) The lesson is more of a slap in the face now with season 3′s ending.

It did have some cool action shots, and Actual cat Chat noir was funny to me.

8. Animaestro

Or as I like to call it, “Thomas’ emotional HJ episode”

The fight itself was the only somewhat entertaining thing about this episode. (Also Marinette and Kagami’s outfits were cool, but doesn't really save the episode)

It is a textbook case of how ‘Not’ to do a self insert. and how not to do a “Call out the critics” episode.

Marinette got a lot of flack on this episode, and I think people were too hard on her, she was clearly regretful about he actions and swore not to do it again, besides it was chloé that did the stuff, not Marinette.

But mainly just the episode was bleh.

7.Stormy weather 2.0

MAN, I HATE CLIPSHOWS.

this episode was a glorified recap, I am not even bothering with an image for this one, because it would just be recycled footage.

Also just drives in the nail that Chloé isn't getting a redemption. So, just more insult to injury.

I guess it does give a little insight on how characters think of each other, but really, it is a pretty weak episode. Aurore deserved better.

6. Antibug

Finally a season 1 episode makes the list.

I am someone that LOVES the evil opposite trope. But the way this episode is done is so... lacking in every sense of the word.

Antibug wasn't even the akuma for Half the episode. How she beats chat noir easily made no sense. Her design was lacking. It felt rushed and the action between Ladybug and Antibug could have been so much better.

I do like the ladynoir in it, but its not a good episode.

5. Copycat

I agree this was a more entertaining episode to watch then most of the episodes below it, but this has a few things wrong with it that I can't look past.

A. HOW OLD IS THEO?! (This is like 30% of my problem with this episode.) Cause potential pedo. I kind of hope @zoe-oneesama is right and he is actually Adrien and Marinette age. Or at least Luka Age. Because then I can like his character, Theo wasn't really that bad.

B. Chat noir is at his worst in this episode and doesn't apologize for acting like an absolute possessive prick, which if he did would have probably made this a great episode.

C. (Related to B) Ladybug takes the blame for not showing up. This isn't her fault and I feel like she should know that.

4. Captain Hardrock

This was the episode that made me quit ML for a while.

It was a poorly written and incredibly boring episode.

IT HAS A PIRATE BATTLE IN IT, BUT IT WAS BORING! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?!

Luka’s intro was so... ehh. Comparing it to Kagami’s would be like a paper tiger to a category 3 hurricane. Kagami’s intro was so much stronger.

I found him so douche-y at the time I first watched this. Now my feelings on the guitarist have softened. But I feel he could have had a much better introduction.

also, Marinette’s character was not written well in this episode. (not that she was awful, but her interactions with Luka felt really off to me in this episode)

3. Miracle Queen (Spoilers below)

I loved Loveater, and seeing Miracle Queen was such a MONUMENTAL letdown.

It had a LOT of expectations to meet and Failed in meeting every single one.

The only thing I Found legit enjoyment out of was the fight with Dragonbug and Snake noir against team evil miraculous.

Fu’s departure was... I didn't care. I honestly could not care at this point.

Like I should have felt sadder, but I felt more bad for Marinette. Fu basically Yeeted his responsibility to her. Marinette thinks all of this is all her fault. Now she is the guardian, is giving up on Adrien, and is pretty much alone, because she is under the impression if her identity is ever known, THE WORLD WILL F***ING END.

So yea, I hate how hard Marinette gets hit.

Maybe if they did One of the things, it wouldn't have been so awful.

The show did give up the love square, now its just fucking love triangles. Whoop-dee f***ing do.

Honestly the worst part is how insufferable certain members of the fandom were when this came out. (you guys know what I am talking about.)

2. The Chameleon

What? This isn't number 1? I bet you are all thinking.

The truth is, its a bad episode. Objectively one of the worst written episodes, inspired the most salt, and pretty much set the tone of the salt Fandom last year.

Adrien’s lesson was bad, (which he does learn he was wrong, but damage still done)

Marinette had to deal with so much unnecessary crap.

Everyone had the IQ of goldfish.

The akuma was Lame.

The only funny part was Clam Lila (and that is really the only thing that saved it from being number one)

1. Frozen

This one is my personal least favorite episode.

It had Kagami, Adrien and Marinette at their relative worst in terms of personality.

The only decent character in this that didn't make me want to shoot myself was Luka. (and Plagg, but I actually like plagg a lot so he is always exempt unless stated otherwise)

The ice skating battle was sorta cool but I wish there was more to the ice designs, as well as the fight itself.

I was still not over the lame drama from earlier, that really set the tone for the ending of season 3.

And for that, I really can't forgive.

It established the whole love triangle bs.

It made Chat noir an asshole to Copycat levels of asshollery.

It also was the rise of the anti’s that shipped Lukanette. (Not the ones that ship Lukanette because they like the ship and just want happiness for both of them. Those peeps are chill and have great art) The ones that want to rag on Adrien and use this ship as some sort of way to punish him, because Idk.

I think I hate what the episode started more then the actual episode itself. But that is the main reason why I put this at number ones.

#ml #ml salt #fandom salt #miraculous ladybug #frozer #miracle queen #salt #gale's top ten #ml rant #captain hardrock #chameleon #animaestro #copy cat #antibug #gigatitan

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