#Im just in awe in how Im seeing them all again in dont starve of all things dukdhdkdh

[arolesbianism]

Every time I go into the don't starve tag I see another old cr mutual who I haven't seen in a billion years where are all of y'all coming from I'm losing my mind

[tangerinesilk]

－ DISTRACTION : DAVE LIZEWSKI

dave was a great study buddy, but there's no doubt he was a distraction. he constantly made you turn your head twice at whatever he said or did whether it was some comic book character he rambled about or how his pale blue eyes shined under the warm lighting of his desk lamp.

pairing ✷ college!dave lizewski x college!fem!reader

rating ✷ r (18+ minors dni!)

tropes ✷ friends with benefits, spicy but no / little plot, unspoken love, domestic toward eachother but no dating, dorky and awkward people in love who just wont admit it theyre in love (sort of) | nsfw warnings below!

word count ✷ 1.7k

a/n ✷ um this was a random thought and it just sort of happened. stg it feels like i blacked out while writing this KSKFFKS what is going on with me. anyways been wanting to write about this cute dork for a while and why not make it really hot. posting now so i dont chicken out but ill edit later.... i always love feedback! xo

[ steamy warnings: mentions of public sex, dom & sub switches, p in v without protection, nipple play, hj + bj, f receiving oral from m, praising + heavy dirty talk, face sitting, finishing inside v ]

typical weekends: saturday night at dave's apartment.

dave was explaining something... it was something. something important, but all you could focus on was his pretty eyes and how soft his lips looked today. he pushed his glasses up more on his nose bridge again, looking down at his book for one of his college classes.

he was so into the subject, you didn't even have to nod. you were occasionally tapping the eraser end of your pencil against your blank notebook, only listening to every other word.

suddenly, your mind wanders to when you two were doing laundry at three in the morning and got a little spontaneous. then getting a bit handsy on the top floor of the library where no one usually was. maybe even the time when you were visiting him back home for one weekend and you both could barely keep it together with company downstairs.

ever since you both agreed on this friends with benefits agreement, your dry spells were no longer an issue. it seemed like both of you were touched starved, but not wanting to meet other people, strangers you didnt want or need to know.

so, after becoming lab partners in your fall semester of senior year, its been nonstop seeing each other. not just for sex, but hanging out to study, going to local comic book stores and libraries, even the occasional dinner and sleepover combo at his apartment or yours.

it seemed like a wild card at first, but you would never admit (outloud) to dave lizewski that you underestimated how great his tongue felt inside your pus—

"y/n, are you even listening?"

you cleared your throat, "hmm?"

he chuckled, "so you weren't... i know, its kind of boring."

now you felt bad, caught up from going down memory lane and he was excited about his new class.

you ran your hand over his curls, "im sorry, dave. my mind was wandering."

he turned, seeming interested, "about what?"

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, "about... you know..." you trailed then shrugged, "stuff."

dave smiled, "oh yeah? you weren't, i dont know, thinking about me?"

you had seen this confidence grow inside dave as more time passed, and you weren't sure if it was cockiness, but you couldn't deny how cute yet attractive it was on him.

"why dont you go back to what you were rambling about? please. im all ears now." you lean in, placing your hands underneath your chin with your elbows on his desk.

its ironic how his full size bed was behind the two of you yet here you are, acting like this was the first time you've hung out.

he pressed wet kisses against your inner thighs, your clit aching for his mouth as his nose brushed against your skin. he'd let out a nervous chuckle as he noticed the wet spot forming on the center of your panties. you'd bite your bottom lip as he licked his lips, in awe of the mess you were for him.

dave pulled down your panties, shuffling them down your ankles before tossing them to the side. his strong hands run up the top of your thighs before holding your hips, pulling your core closing to his mouth. after his first, yet hesitant, kiss on your clit, you let out a faint moan.

soon his tongue was running over your open slit and tasting your sweet wetness. you arched your back, leaning back on his desk as he flicked your clit a few times. when he pushes his tongue inside you, a rush of heat runs over your entire body. you caress your own breasts and pull at your own nipples as he picks up his pace.

"fuck... god, yes. eat my fucking pussy." you whimpered. he got so weak when you uttered your sweet nothings. as dominant as he thought he presented himself, dave was a sucker for you.

just when you thought it couldn't get better, he slide his two fingers into your slit as his tongue flicks your swollen clit. you told him how you love when he curled his fingers inside you, knuckle deep and gathering your wetness every pump as he brought you closer to your orgasm.

your hips grind against his mouth and hand, painfully near your climax. he cursed under his breath as he felt your pussy clench around his digits. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, trailing more kisses over your stomach then rolls his tongue against your right nipple.

his hand still worked your slit, thrusting so fast that your head was spinning along with the pleasure of him sucking your erect nipple. you glanced down, seeing how his hard pressed against his khakis. just the thought of taking his cock into your mouth made you dizzy, bucking your hips against his fingers.

"yes... make me cum. i wanna fucking cum on your fingers." you muttered under your breath, pulling at his curls. dave's knees were giving out as he held his position but he loved to hear your continous begging.

he was about to see if he could pick up his pace before your hand reached down, sliding into the front of his stained pants and caressing his hard cock. he grunted against your chest, instantly weak from your touch which made him pause.

"hmm, what about i cum on your cock instead?" you giggled as your lips met his, "it's so hard... bet you've been thinking about cumming inside my tight pussy, huh, dave?"

he sighed, "shit..."

"that's what i thought, baby." you say before taking his fingers into your mouth, tasting your own cum. he takes a mental picture even though you've done this in your previous hookups.

you hop off the desk, playfully pushing him on his twin size bed. you slowly get on your knees, running your hand over the crotch of his pants that were already unbuttoned and half unzipped. it's easy for your pull his cock out, practically springing from his briefs.

his eyes are glued to you as your tongue runs up and down the base before wrapping your lips against his red tip. you half-giggle when you taste his pre-cum, then carefully take him all in your mouth. you gag a bit as his tip pushes further in, and he groans when your throat tightens around him.

you push your tongue out to make sure your teeth dont graze his cock as you deep throat him, incredibly slow, so he can watch in awe. he leans up on his elbows, falling apart as you take him in your mouth so easily and your hand pumping the rest of his base.

"fucking christ... fuck." he muttered, his dick twitching inside your mouth as your salvia runs down when you gag on his hard.

his hand runs over your hair, gathering it together to keep it out of your face— also to have a better view of him receiving one of the best blowjobs you've given him.

when you pull your mouth away, you giggle as you pump his cock with your spit lubricating for better motion. his face screws together the faster you pump, and he can barely take the pleasure.

"hmm, i bet you wanna cum on my face... and tits. but, i want you to cum inside me." you say as you but your bottom lip, running your thumb over the cum leaking from his tip.

"me too, baby. fuck!" he grunts, and it makes you smile at how much of a mess he is too.

you rise from your knees, relieving the pressure on them before straddling him on his bed. you pull off your top, tossing it on the other side of the room as he quickly peels his shirt off as well. his big hands run up your body, over your breasts once more as his thumbs move against your nipples.

"god, i want to feel every inch of your cock... so, don't stop until you're finished." you tell him as you run his tip agaisnt your slit before slowly sinking down on him.

"babe, shit... fuck." he whimpered, his fingers pressing into your hips as you arch your back.

"god, im so tight." you moan, "your cock is so big... can barely fit you inside me." you huff, your eyes closed shut as you slowly move your hips.

soon, you meet a nice pace of bouncing on his cock and he loosens up as he watches you move up and down. his bright eyes keep moving between looking at your tits and your face, completely amazed by your beauty.

you run your hands over his toned chest and abdomen, leaving light scratches on his skin from the waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

"dave, im gonna cum. oh, oh! i'm gonna cum." you announced to him and he was holding off anyways, his jaw clenched his much that it was beginning to feel painful.

as you arch your back and let out a long whine, he stills his hips as his warm cum fills you up. it was the first time he was fully inside you, and you were aching around his cock, feeling it throbbing against your walls.

he leans up, leaving a soft kiss just above your breasts before you two share another kiss. you can't help but giggle, both of you feeling that sudden hit of exhaustion.

you lift yourself from your cock and cum runs down your slit, letting him see the mess he made. dave smirks, expecting him to say that he'll get you a towel but instead licks his lips and starts to lean down between your legs again.

it was like deja vu. his tongue presses against your swollen slit, tasting your mixed cum before sucking on your sore clit. now you're so sensitive to the touch, you could orgasm again at any moment. he was so in tune with your body that he knew what pace to go and how long you could actually lasts.

you run your hands over your breasts, his tongue moving so perfectly between your slit and clit. you feel his press a light kiss against the area above your pussy before trailing more kisses up your body. then, you two shared another kiss, tasting each other's tongues once more before he laid next to you.

"you know, i've never had a study partner like you." you jeered, pressed a kiss against the start of his jaw.

he blushed, "me neither..." he raised his eyebrows, "trust me."

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

OMG i get to talk about khamgalai ive been dying to talk about khamgalai im so fucking mad at khamgalai

i have said stuff about it on this post (sorry im only putting it here cause i started looking for it on my blog and couldnt find it until i went through a post sorter site and i got so upset about it fhdglh so ill have it here just in case i guess) https://www.tumblr.com/tetsuooooooooooo/710065228547866624/anyway-anyone-wanna-hear-about-my-muriel-tired-of?source=share

aaaand liike i started replaying the route recently partially cause i wanted to find anything that would prove me wrong in this matter and i am only halfway through but its Not going GREAT

because it wouldve all been perfectly fine if they didnt choose to establish that she apparently knew the whole time where muriel was and what he was doing. i dont know how much she saw but like. she saw it.

cause this bitch really saw muriel. child muriel. baby. possibly last of her kin. fucking living out on the streets homeless starving getting kicked around god knows what happening to him

and went aw lemme get a snapshot for the family album and just LEFT HIM THERE

AND IM LIKE BITCH I THOUGHT YOU LIKE CARED ABOUT HIM OR SOMETHING I MEAN SHE FOOLED ME WITH ALL THAT CRYING AND THE THINGS SHE SAID WHEN WE MET HER THE FIRST TIME BUT GODDAMN I GUESS SHES JUST AS MUCH OF A "PAIN BUILDS CHARACTER" BOOMER AS MORGA

cause okay even if it was like future visions n shit like thats their magic thing theN LIKE YOU STILL KNOW MORE THAN YOU DID BEFORE YOU KNOW THERES A CITY IN THE NORTH NOW YOU KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE AND WHERE HE CAN BE AND ITS A COUPLE WEEKS AWAY BUT YOURE A FUCKING NOMAD AND NOT THAT OLD YET

like WHAT is the reason she absolutely would not even attempt to come get him other than The Story Needs To Happen this is spiderverse all over again except now im on miles side i hate this hichjgs and like yeah ok the story needs to happen he needs to be the way he is and destiny and whatever but like when were in a story where we know theres a whole 5 other ways to go about solving this problem and its all choice oriented and stuff it kinda just. ya know. it doesnt glass my onions very much vnxviydy i dont know how to put it but u get it

and like

YOU THOUGHT WHAT?? WHAT THE SIGNAL CUT AFTER HE GOT OUT OF THE FUCKING CAGE HE WAS LIVING IN AND YOU COULDNT SEE HIM ANYMORE AND YOU THOUGHT WHAT THAT HE DIED??? girl dont FUCK with me you aint give a shit if he lived or died ok that was harsh im getting really heated this is so messy lol

its probably gonna turn out in a minute that she said something in the ghost realm that makes it make sense but i dont remember that all i recall is us hangin out and her calling me out for being a furry and them being all "u saw me over there and u still like me?" " aw of course i like u come give ghost grandma a hug" thats how i remember that going down fhxhyietfh so yeah ill find out soon enough

Ooh, I think I remember wondering about that when I last played Muriel's route! I'll leave it to other Muriel fans to share their thoughts on it too, since my memory is a bit fuzzy at the moment XD

@tetsuooooooooooo that makes total sense to be upset about though, especially when you're seeing all of this from Muriel's side! T~T I'll be curious to hear what you think as you keep playing the route! ^.^

[watery-pancake]

i dont know how to describe it to anyone

i dont even know if theres words for it, but my endless mind refuses to sit in silence, so i write, as i always do

i hate it when i talk to him and he ignores me. he's self aware of it too, but yet still. he blames me for misreading tones, but hearing "not bad" is different from saying "good". its like saying "oh youre not ugly" instead of calling them beautiful, or saying "oh youre not fat" instead of saying you enjoy their figure. its instantly categroizing it as bad, then saying its not. like the standard is bad, but oh its not. but its not great, its not wonderful. its mediocre at best, since it isnt good.

ive been talking less, not bringing up things that he does that bother me. i told him why. its like he thinks that me saying that means "oh she just doesnt want to talk to me" instead of thinking of ways to solve it. its blaming me when i point out his problem. him being clingy has suddenly abruptly stopped because i made the mistake of explaining why, and like an idiot, i think that he'll keep being as loving as always regardless.

all he hears is an insult from me. a way of putting him down. he doesnt think his action effects me. he just sees the effect and blames the one who is experiencing it. its like yelling at the house for burning instead of finding the one who started the fire. so now i have to deal with him randomly talking to me then ghosting me for hours, instead of the sweet boy i miss. i feel like throwing up i miss him so much. but i dont want to talk to him, because then i'll just be ignored again. you can't be ignored if you say nothing, there's nothing to ignore.

how can you be mad at someone, be extremely hurt by their actions to the point your whole demeanor changes, but still crave their attention and love. how can i go from calling him every night, texting him first every moment he texts me when he feels like it, to this. being with him, all ive become is just. quiet. and ive never been quiet in a relationship. i regret what i told him. i regret spilling that secret of mine and saying i feel safe with him. because as true as it is, now i have this overwhelming feeling.

its like im underwater and i cant breathe. its like bu telling him this secret of mine, i can never escape, and i just want to run. i want to erase that memory. forever. i feel so disgusted in myself and in him too that he knows this about me. he knows this truth ive never told anyone before, nor have even recollected to myself in journals or voice notes or anything. and the first time i do, is to him. and now i just want to shut up and stay silent forever and never speak to him again, or anyone. ive ripped open the wound and all i can feel is the painful sting of air and the gut feeling of just. disgust.

i shower but i am never clean enough. i change my bedsheets like the sins will be washed away. i talk less and pretend to smile more but it just hurts. it hurts so much. i hate existing in this reality, this one i was born in.

ive been depressed lately. having these... awful thoughts. no amount of love or comfort can ever make them go away. i want to drink, so so bad, but i promised. i would stop. all i want is to lay in the stars and forget it all ever happened. that i let myself be exposed. and all he could say? a joke about breaking up with me. he's terrible in moments like these, a tragic irony to someone who's studying to be a psychologist. the one he deems closest to him is one he cant comfort. and thats me. its me who can never feel enough comfort. i can be sobbing and have my head rubbed and whispered itll be ok but i cant stop thinking. what if i tried again. what if i drank until i threw up and kept drinking. what if that bridge was just enough to climb over. what if i just starved and didn't eat. its constant and throbbing and no matter how hard i try. it only goes away with him. and i hate that. the greatest comfort to me is someone who doesn't care about the birds i see. because its unimportant to him, it's not worthy of acknowledgement. but its important to me. and he knows this. but he still stays silent, knowing it hurts me. because i am the one being hurt, not that he is the one causing me to be hurt. cause and effect, with only seeing the effect.

i could never do it. completely give up. i'm too much of a pussy to ever go through with it. thats a lie, haha. that drinking binge really was my attempt. but all he could ever say was "well that wouldnt work" thanks. somehow you made me feel more pathetic than i already feel. you see my suicidal actions and all you can do is point out my flaws. its like offering me support, seeing how in my altered state of mind i was trying to end it all and offering your love and sympathy, is too outside your reach. you see it and all you can do is point and laugh. while i cry alone in my room, regretting telling you instead of trying again. seeing how making me quit drinking was that, the catalyst. and your pride in me quitting vanished, and all that was left was disgust in the imagination in your head of me laying in my own vomit as i begged god to make it all go away. you didn't offer an ounce of sympathy. just disgust.

and you never bring things up. its always me. thats why we stopped arguing. because i gave up. i gave up on explaining your hurtful actions to me. last time i did, you made a long paragraph how it was my fault you cheated on me. remember that? i do. all you could do was give me a shitty fucking apology you made up on the spot. but for you? when i did something hurtful that was a result of your poor communication? when you know my emotional apology can only be seen in monotone? i have to be sobbing for you to take that apology. then you can grant me acceptance for the apology. but for you, i get a shitty applogy that you made up on the spot.

after all this, i still lay in bed. wishing i was next to you. i cant wait to go to sleep.

don't worry, i wont die. ill keep living. i have my summer internship after all.

[icarusredwings]

I had a similar idea to this except its the captures trying everything to break Wade and they just.. cant?

He dosn't care if they starve him, says "thank you, I was thirsty" when water boarded, giggles when slapped, moans when choked, and keeps breaking out only to sit there all cross legged and pouting.

"H-harder. Im almost there- GASP Aww whyd you stop!? Damn tease!"

"Aw fuck yes. Slap me. Hit me again. Tell me im your bitch. Oh what? Am I no fun?"

"Really? You're going to break my fingers? I do that for fun!! Ha! And you call yourself bad guys. Maann. What amateurs. Here's a tip. Research who you're kidnapping HAHA! You can't seriously think this would be enough to restrain me right? You gotta be kidding."

"You know you guys are starting to get boring. Is this your first kidnapping or something? Yeah, I figured. Okay so do you know how to do a loop knot? Oh my god do you guys not know ANYTHING from boy scouts? Jesus. Here gimme the fucking rope ill teach ya."

"There! See? Now look I can't get out. Now when he shows up, make sure you show him what a great job you did."

They get a bit weirded out on A. Why he hasn't left already B. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? And C. When who comes?

"Oh youll see. He should be here soon. I will say that this is a filthy basement. Perfect for this kind of work. If I were you id install an automatic locking system on the door."

'Why do you say that?' They ask.

"Well.. for one. REALLY pissed off Wolverines can get in... Hiiii peanut! Took ya long enough.."

Then just casually frees himself and hums quietly while Logan rips them apart with his claws and teeth like a resource gaurding animal, shaking their guts out and practically painting the basement walls red with them. Fixing his suit, wade still hums, dusting himself off with a smirk. "Now, now honey, get that out of your mouth. Logan, drop it. You dont know where that's been, sweetie. Now lets get out of here yeah? Im thinking Chinese."

In conclusion: Wade is TERRIFYINGLY conditioned to being kidnapping to the point he practically lets them kidnap him for fun.

Wade and Logan end up getting captured somehow during a job, and to distract them, Wade starts purposefully annoying Logan. They start arguing and their captors have no idea what to do. They didn't know The Wolverine and Deadpool were like "together" together, but they were bickering like an old married couple. Logan is fuming and seeing red, tearing at his restraints, frothing at the mouth. Being so distracted by a raging Logan, they don't notice Wade getting out of his own restraints. He releases an angry Wolverine on them and sits back to watch his berserker baby tear the place apart, picking off any that somehow manages to escape Logan’s misdirected fury.

[allforthe-gays]

kevaaron fluff

before practice aaron and kevin have a very intense stretching routine they do together. it takes them a solid 20 minutes to do every time but they refuse to practice without doing it first bc they dont want to sprain a muscle. neil complains about his legs being sore once and kevin then forces him and andrew to join them too.

pre-kevaaron stretch routines were absolute hell for andrew and neil bc they had to deal with kevin and aaron being flustered when they were watching each other do some of the stretches, or when they had to do the ones where one of them was lying on the ground and the other was pressing their leg into the air for them. andrew had never been happier that he ended his deal with aaron, bc now he could bully kevin into asking his brother out bc jesus christ he didnt want to see that much unresolved sexual tension involving his little brother.

kevin steals his dad's sams clubs card to by big multipacks of sports drinks and bulk buy healthy food. he always drags aaron with him, and theyll get churros in the food court to eat while theyre shopping. aaron complains to kevin that they dont go on enough dates and kevin goes "dude, we literally went to sams club last saturday" and aaron realizes how dumb his very pretty boyfriend is. "andrew i just realized im dating a himbo" "kevin's not a himbo he just forgets he's not straight sometimes"

aaron and kevin use hand warmers for their sore joints after practice, or will keep them in their pockets for when their hands are sore. they have the ones with adhesives to put on the inside of their clothing, and will use those on their legs when they have long classes after practice. matt walks in on kevin putting his arm down the front of aaron's pants to help him put the adhesive in the right place and is scarred for life. he sends kevin a 3 page word document titled "god i wish i were blind: a guide on how to have a healthy sex life when you have roomates who arent into voyeurism"

aaron sprains his ankle when kevin accidentally pushes him off of his bunk bed when they're making out bc he thought there was a wall behind him. kevin decided that it is too risky for him and aaron to kiss during exy season so from now on his relationship with aaron will be completely chaste until summer break. the decision lasted exactly 47 minutes, until aaron came back from his morning class.

sometimes kevin forgets that nicky is related to aaron and will start talking about how pretty he is and be offended when nicky doesn't agree with him "have you seen him stretch to get my cereal off of the top shelf? i want to have so many babies with him. dont you think he's great too?" "no lol" "fuck you, you have awful taste" "im literally his legal gaurdian" "oh, yeah."

aaron loves halloween so he 'forces' kevin to go to pumpkin patches and haunted houses with him. the twins used to work at one of the haunted houses so aaron knows all the hiding places in the building so he makes kevin hide with him to scare the actors and other people going through. they only go once, because an hour in andrew and neil show up and try to take their hiding place because they were gonna try to scare people too. aaron is horrified that his brother had the same date night idea that he had and never takes kevin to that haunted house again.

aaron makes kevin use his interview personality to get them discounts when they go out to eat. kevin and aaron are both broke college students so kevin very berdugingly will go along with aaron's plan. "babe i only have $3 for coffee but i wanted a bagel too~" "im not doing the thing" "come on you love doing it" "no i dont. im not doing it." "ok. guess ill just starve. you dont have to do the thing." "fine." "i just said you dont have to~" "im doing it. stop looking at me like that" "thanks babe i knew you loved me"

aaron is majoring in chemistry and has to take 8 different chem classes before he graduates, so kevin knows way more about chem then he needs to. aaron will take pictures of the cool reactions he gets to do in lab and send them to kevin bc kevin likes the colors. for his history major, kevin has to write a big paper so he writes about famous chemists so he can have aaron help him. aaron isnt really much help though bc theyll read about a discovery one of the chemists made and then go down a science rabbit hole and realize that kevin still doesn't know anything about the chemist.

this post is dedicated to my lovely besties with kevaaron requesties: @/lena.h.w @/kaaaaarts @abundance-ofemilys (@/aftg.bois) @allfourthefoxes @/ukumushu_the_bibliophile

[hentaikyuu]

triggers – oral [ female + male receiving ], masturbation [ male ], bondage

word count – 1.7k 

note – finally posted :D

pairing – best friend! bokuto x reader

shit, you take me so well- fuck!" bokuto heaves, getting interrupted by his own moaning. "fuck, fuck, fuck- oh my god-" his eyes roll back as he continues to fuck his fist.

you watch from behind the door, thighs pressed together with the sound of your best friend's deep moans. when your best friend had excused himself to "take care of himself", you never expected for this, or for him to be so big.

you unconsciously take a step closer, eyes trained on his fucked out face. the door creaks open, causing bokuto to pause, and tilt his head at the door. fuck.

your best friend suddenly chuckles, having finally spotted your peering face behind the door frame.

"enjoying the show, princess?" he leans against the chair, and shakes his head. "you know, spying isn't something a good girl would do," he raises his eyebrow as you continue to hide behind the doorframe, and beckons you with two fingers. "come on, angel, let's make me feel good, hm?"

you swallow audibly, and walk to him, avoiding his gaze. sitting on the bed next to his chair, you stare at the ground, suddenly interested in the tiles.

he clicks his tongue, and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "awh, the angel won't even look at her best friend?" he pretends to pout, and moves your face closer to his, running a rough hand along your jawline. bokuto leans closer to your face, whispering in your ear, "princess, do you want this?"

you take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you realize how close his body was to yours. nodding slowly, you breathe, "yes please, bo... want it so bad..."

he nods, smirking proudly at you as he looks you up and down as if a predator looking at his prey. "that's a good angel."

your best friend tilts your jaw up with his hand, and slowly closes the space between your lips. letting out a whimper, you reach up to grip his hair as he deepens the kiss.

"oh fuck-" bokuto breaks the kiss to leave small bites along your jaw and neck, kissing and nipping everywhere to make small gasps escape from your mouth.

"you're so innocent, it drives me crazy, fuck-" he almost growls, lifting your shirt and bra as he continues to attack your neck with his bites.

"bo-" you moan out, tilting your neck towards him so he can have more access.

the boy takes a deep breath as he stares at your naked torso, staring at you in awe. "wow. you were hiding all of this from me?" he shakes his head as he runs his warm hands on you, causing you to shut your eyes. he stares at your closed eyes, biting his lip as he gets an idea. he leans in close again, whispering, "since my angel is so intent on keeping her eyes closed, how about i help with that, yeah?" you shivered as his hot breath hit your eyes, and you nod at him.

"good." as you smile at his praise, bokuto grabs a nearby ribbon and ties it around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold, and pushes you on top of the bed. "dont. move." you stay still as he continues on to grab another ribbon, tying it around your hands, and tying that to the bedpost. he stands back, nodding at his finished work. "now i can play all i want with my little princess."

you inhale sharply, pressing your thighs together at his words.

"oh come on, angel." bokuto glances at your thighs pressing together and holds them apart lightly. "you can't just pleasure yourself first, can you? you have to pleasure daddy." he pushes you into an upright position, and pulls your pants off, biting back a smile as he sees your pink lacy panties. "how adorable."

you shake your head at his words. "not adorable, bo!"

"yeah?" he runs a finger up your slit, making your head throw back instinctively. "and that's not cute? what is it then?" he removes his finger, making you whine from the loss of contact.

you shrug at him, and try to press your thighs together again.

"uh uh uh~" he chides, keeping your legs apart with one hand. "looks like no one has taught you any manners, huh? don't worry, princess. im here to teach you." he flicks your panties lightly, hitting your clit exactly, drawing out a yelp from you.

"teach... me?"

"that's right. in fact, i take it upon myself to do so. and to fuck you dumb, of course." the corner of his lips turn up into a smirk as your best friend adds, "im sure you would look so gorgeous fucked dumb, with my hand around your throat, the only word you're able to say being my name."

you feel heat creep up to your cheeks as bokuto says those words. you were far too gone to protest, to even say anything. you nod. "want that... want everything!"

"my, what a greedy little princess." he smacks your breast sharply, biting his lip as he watches it jiggle. "and yet, so pretty..." he runs a thumb on your breast and cups it, bringing it closer to his mouth. he plants soft kisses on your breasts, enjoying listening to you moan.

"more... i need more!" your mind was filled him, only him, and he had barely touched you. your thoughts were just as lust filled as his predatory eyes, as they watched your expressions of pleasure.

"more?" bokuto smacks your other breast, trying not to chuckle as you whined and wiggled with his touch. "oh come on, angel, use your words now."

"fuck, please, i need you, please... please..." you start begging, eyebrows furrowing with the thought of not ever getting anything to ease the pressure on your core.

your best friend smirks at your words, watching you wiggle around with a mildly impressed look on his face. "you need me, angel? you really do? need me?"

"m-mhm..."

"fuck, that's so hot." bokuto begins nipping below your breasts, making his way down to your panties. "fuck..." he breathes out, hooking his fingers on your pantie line, and finally pulling down. tossing your panties to the side, he begins kissing your swollen clit almost frantically, like a starved dog.

"bo- fu- bo!" you bite down on your lip to stop any more moans from coming out as he continues to lick at your bud quickly. "shit-"

your so called "bo" is now sitting on the bed, hands gripping your thighs so hard it could leave bruises, licking and kissing at your bud so quickly, so frantically, so perfectly. waves of euphoria shoot through your body, eyes rolling back due to the pleasure your best friend was giving you.

"feels good?" his low voice sent shivers through your body, turning you on more than you expected. he smirks at your expression, licking twice more. "answer my question. if you want to fucked, that is."

you nod, shaking your head hard. "yes! feels really good, please! want to get fucked!"

he shakes his head. "does pretty little pet only respond when i threaten her?" he clicks his tongue. "no fucking manners." he slaps your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain up your body. "hm? you like that?" he slaps it again, chuckling at the filthy sounds that came from your mouth every time he slapped it. "i can tell."

a squeak escapes your mouth as he keeps on slapping your sensitive clit, stopping between each slap to caress it gently. "bo! please!" you let out a choked sob, almost crying at the pressure he had built up.

"please what, angel? you need to use your words with me if you want to get anywhere." he purses up his lips and opens your jaw with one hand, spitting into your mouth. "fuck- how does it taste, princess?"

you swallow eagerly, opening your mouth hopefully. the blindfold made your senses elevate to a different level, and every time bokuto slightly brushed against your body, you felt your body reacted immensely to his touches. you were hot and were already tired, with cute little puffs coming out of your mouth. bokuto's hand was now wrapped around your throat, squeezing so perfectly that you could cum just from that. you just felt so good.

"tastes so good, bo! please... need you..." you cry out, hands gripping the sheets as you thought about him not giving you his cock. "please! use me!"

he chuckles. "use you? you wanna be my pretty lil fucktoy?"

you nod emphatically, adding another "please..." for more effect.

"fuck." he grunts, running his hand through his hair, your begging made him more hornier than before. "you know how fucking pathetic you look like, right? all pretty like this, in front of your best friend?"

"mhm! so pa-pathetic, bo! please-"

bokuto shakes his head. "and the little angel can't even speak without stuttering? is this all because of me?"

"mhm..." a tear slips out. "please!"

he chuckles. "since my little angel begged so well, daddy will let you make him feel good as a treat, okay?"

"m-mhm!" you look at bokuto, another tear forming in your eye. "wanna be good and make you feel good!" you whisper, looking to him for words of praise.

he chuckles, hand reaching to caress your already tear stained cheek. "oh, darling. you will." he moves to your wrists, letting the ribbon go and making you sit up. "on your knees now, angel."

you nod immediately, dropping to the floor to look up at him innocently, making him smile and whisper, "good girl. now open up~" as you open your jaw obediently, he pushes his cock inside your mouth, smiling sweetly at you.

the boy slowly begins to move, every shallow thrust of his hips making you whine, every roll of his hips making his head get thrown back in pleasure and ecstasy. you were sure you were dripping at the sight. his hands made their way to your hair, weaving themselves in and tugging every time you let out a whimper.

"fuck, angel, im going to go faster, okay?"

you nod at his words, making him pat your head proudly. he starts to speed up, thrusting into your mouth and making you gag. your eyes start to tear up with the abuse of your throat and your grip on his thighs becomes harder.

bokuto looks down at you, smirking at the look on your face. whimpering and needy, yet still needing to him feel good. just the way he wanted you.

“gonna- fuck, gonna cum-” your best friend cums in your mouth, filling your throat with his white seed. wincing slightly at the taste, you swallow it eagerly, bright eyes turning to him for more. 

“daddy’s gonna touch me now?” you ask, cocking your head slightly.

“oh, just you wait, darling. you’ll never regret letting your best friend fuck you.”

[mrs-galaxy-m]

Alpha bkg leaves omega izuku because quirkless people cant give birth He threw away years of relationship for someone else. Someone who can give him a pup He threw izuku out in the street with a few bucks and told him to fuck off Izuku cried. He begged. He even got on his knees but a kick by the blond was enough for him to understand

As izuku walked around the worst parts of the city. The ones where heroes didint bother with paroling, he saw a box and it read 'adopt me'

It was a small baby with a horn on the side of her forehead

She was crying. Probably starving

The boy's hand were shaking as he slowly picked her up

Her crying seemed to have stopped as izu brought her closer to him

He wanted to run back to bakugo. Tell him she could be theirs But no. Bakugo only stayed with him to have kids.

Izuku slowly smiled as...eri...yeah eri made grabby hands

Izuku took a deep breath. He didint need an alpha. He didint need bakugo. First. They needed shelter. Years went by and bakugo stared at his kid. He was playing in a park

The kid seemed strong and healthy and looked exactly like bakugo but something was missing

His partner left him when the child was born. She was unhappy bakugo was always working and left them. Just like that

"Dont get too far away from me you hear?" bakugo orders as he lays his back down in a bench

And it hit him

The sweet smell that he hasnt smelled for a while and his alpha finally wakes up from his slumber

He stood up and slowly started walking there, the scent getting stronger "daddy..?" His kid was confused as bakugo walked away from him Bakugo stopped in his tracks as he saw it. Izuku midoriya just happily running after his kid

He was smiling as the girl just giggled when he was about to catch her He picked her up and hugged her He tells her something before walking back to the bench And there was somebody else, was a stranger...or his lover?

To some guy in a puffy ponytail. He smiled as he took the girl into his arms

izuku grabbed a bag that was on the floor and took out food for the three of them

Food bakugo was never good at making so him and his pup had to eat fast food

He ran leaving his kid behind Izuku furrowed his eyebrows, he could make out bakugos scent but barely The blond appeared in front of them, with no care in the world he pointed at izuku "You-" he growled

"..izu..who is he?" He turned his head to face izuku but the omega was frozen up "..bakugo..?" "Where did you get that pup" he asked as he stared at eri

"what are you doing here? Why does it matter?!" Izuku handed eri to rody and stood up "YOU kicked ME out" "I didint ask you that, did I?"

"You cant give birth. How THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT PUP?!" Rody was about to stand up but izuku stopped him "Did you steal her? Is that it? I cant believe you fell this low"

"I DIDINT-" Izuku sighs "I dont have to tell you ANYTHING. You left me bakugo katsuki." Izuku walks back to pick eri up "And I guess in a way it was a good thing, I found her and I found my fiancée"

"He saved me from my hell and helped me find a job so I dont depend on him or anyone. I was naïve, I guess I somehow thought you would put the secondary gender behind us but no, youre an awful person and Im glad I'll never see you again" "..what?" "We're leaving, we're moving to the usa after we get married. We already got things planned out over there." Izuku glances behind bakugo to see a small kid run to bakugo "I hope youre happy, you got your pup" Rody packed the food away

"Youre lucky you our kids are watching or I wouldve slapped you, I wouldve slapped you for everytime I had to put up with a creep, with hunger, with pain. Bye" The three started walking away leaving bakugo's knees shaking before sitting down on the bench izuku sat on

The kid stayed silent as he tried to climb to sit on it

"...its all your fault" Bakugo whispered as he stared at his kid

"its everyones' fucking fault" The alpha sniffed as tears started running down his cheeks

The kid patted bakugos thighs as bakugo kept sobbing

END

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[bellamyblake]

Do you think Clarke's one of those people who steals food from other people's plates when they don't think they're watching?

absolutely. and i think bellamy actually loves it.

you know after everything settles down, say when she comes back from her three months after mount weather and they actually manage to build the camp without all the bs, he notices that she's lost so much weight.

it looks unhealthy.

he knows that he's not been eating much either, that he's been favoring his moonshine more than the rations Monty always shoves in his hands but he doesn't consider it a big deal.

he never ate much anyway, you know. he was never a food person, it was how his life went and it hadn't changed with time.

it takes clarke months to get better, she stays close to her mom and their relationship is very tentative to say the very least.

he's not great at talking and he's still angry but with time that slowly starts fading away.

he spends a lot of time in the garden he and monty have been growing. since jasper's too drunk and sad to help out it's mostly him and miller who do the heavy work and bellamy found himself enjoying it a lot.

he often does most of the work while monty and miller kiss in the bushes nearby and he pretends he's not seeing it even though inside he's happy and even a little jealous.

one night he overhears kane and abby talk about clarke; he was coming in from a guard shift and as usually he had to report to kane, give in his weapon and arrange the next round for tomorrow or the whole week; often time kane asked hi out to stay they drank moonshine and talked some and bellamy knew the older man was doing it for him, because he could see how much he hurt;

but lately every time he came by he could hear kane talk to abby; she's been a frequient visitor in his office and bellamy wasn't missing the soft looks or smiles they exchanged but just like with monty and miller, he kept quiet;

"she's barely eating and she only sleeps when im holding her." he hears abby say, her voice breaking a little "i dont know what to do. i thought getting her back would fix everything but i just feel...helpless now."

"we'll get her there, don't worry, it'll just take time." kane promises and bellamy peaks through the crack of the door watching as kane held abby in his arms and rubbed her back "she'll be okay."

"if she keeps it that way, she'll get herself sick." abby whispers fearfully and that makes bellamy's heart skip a few beats;

so after that night he decides to take matters into his own hands-he starts picking up the cucumbers and tomatoes from the garden and he cuts them off in a special way, adds seasoning, some oil and brings it over to clarke while she's working on some blueprints about extending the camp's permeter.

"what's that?"

"just salad."

"just salad??" she asks confused "why?"

"Monty and I are trying out these new seeds and we want to know which ones are the best so we can keep them for next year." he lies, knowing she'll never take it otherwise "We're letting people try them out." Clarke raises her eyebrows but he's gone before she can argue and when she mindlessly picks at the tomato later on she finds that she loves it;

then he digs out the potatoes, fries them and seasons them for her, adds the jerky he got from his own ration and brings it to her late one evening;

then there's carrots mixed with sweet apples and some raspberries which may sound awful but it's actually a great combination for breakfast;

he slowly brings her back to eating, to loving it, to life; so much that clarke wouldn't take anything from the kitchen and wait for bellamy to bring her something he cooked himself;

later on when they get together, she's the type of person to steal half his fries while he's not looking and he smiles when she does so, happy to be pretending that he's oblivious to it all;

the only other time clarke's barely eating is when she first gets pregnant with their son and bellamy feels like no matter what he gives her, he's failing because she wouldn't touch it and she starts losing weight again;

he's silly enough not to know that her body just needed some time and when a few weeks pass, he comes home to her so hungry she's munching on a piece of old somewhat molded bread and he laughs when he sees her because she looks like a starving predator;

months later when they hold Gus in their arms and he's feeding off of her eagerly, bellamy chuckles and leans down to kiss her lips;

"One thing's for sure-that kid's gonna be a foodie like his mom."

it earns him a slap on the shoulder and a pouty look from her but he kisses it away and boops her nose while gus munches eagerly on his mom's breast and smacks as loudly as clarke did when she ate bellamy's potatoes;

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[miridiums-writing]

Vincent Phantomhive relationship headcanons

As always I tried to be as inclusive as possible, let me know if you feel there are things I could change, im always down for positive feedback

I went off on a tangent in some parts I apologise

He is a complete gentleman

And complete trust is important to him in a relationship

He wants everything on the table sooner rather than later so you both are always on the same page

The only thing he may be inclined to hide to begin with is his job because if the dangers surrounding it

Other than that he will explain his love language, the way he wants the relationship to go, he wants to know your limits boundaries.

He always respects your boundaries and makes sure never to push it, the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable with him

He wants to know if your trans, he would never discriminate he just wants to know everything about you so there are no shocks later in life.

As we all know I hope. Vincent was raised by his butler exactly like Ciel.... kinda, his wasnt a demon. This means he has a lot of respect for everyone regardless of background because that was what he was taught.

He could care less about your family background and if you lived in poverty, he wants to know you completely vulnerable and on the table.

This mans love language is acts of service, if you have a bad day he will run you a bath and care for you.

He will buy that newspaper you mentioned in passing was good to let you read at breakfast.

He would remember which are your favourite meals to request the chefs to make for you again.

Although another big one is physical affection

not because im touch starved I actually think this is true

He loves to give you forehead kisses, tall or short he could care less let him lovingly kiss your forehead.

Hand kisses are a big one too, every time you descend the stairs in the morning and he sees you at the bottom before you both head out together he takes your hand in his and kisses it before holding you close to walk to the carriage.

Sounds dramatic? Too bad

He always holds you close in public, could care less about the stares he needs you close

Parties always have an arm around your waist as he talks to people. Introducing you as his lovely beautiful gorgeous spouse

Because you are dont fuck with me on this you beautiful human being

Which leads me onto the topic of jealousy.

Now this man has two moods, if he is having a good day he doesn't mind, he trusts you whole heartedly and knows you will always come back to him, will just watch you deal with the problem yourself, your strong enough. He believes in you.

But there are those rare occasions

When he is just in an awful mood and the last thing he needs is someone trying to hit on his s/o

So he will come up behind you and glare at them and lead you away.

This man could never be truly angry at you, he loves you so deeply, he knows that person is the one at fault and would never take it out on you

The only thing you get is his sweet doting clingy side. Where he takes you home and cuddles and kisses you for hours.

Which leads me on to sleeping

He is clingy, this is a fact

Big spoon all the time, he needs to security of you being in his arms safe and snug

Gives his reassurance he is doing the right thing

Always gives at least 10 kisses before he even tries to sleep

He reminds you everyday how deeply he loves you

In different ways each time not always saying it, but he makes it knows so you know you are always loved.

For my shorties out there

Every day without fail he picks you up at least once and spins you around to make you laugh

For my taller peeps

Everyday without fail he comes up to you and hugs you really tight, he likes to put his head on your chest during these moments and tickle you, or makes a funny joke, anything to make you laugh

Now arguments with this man wouldn't happen often if ever

If they did ever happen he would stay very calm

Never raises his voice because he knows it won't go anywhere and tries to work with you to solve the problem there and then so you dont both stew on it.

The only instance I can think that an argument would start was if he was super stressed from overworking and accidentally snapped at you

He would apologise instantly and make sure to take a break

He really just wants you to always be happy.

Now for all my peeps who have shark week

He is incredibly doting on you

As if he wasnt already

But seriously he will cuddle you all you need, rub your abdomen if cramps get bad.

If your like me and are just hungry he will get you food, tries to convince you to eat something healthy too

Now if you got sick?

Panics for a bit until he realises panicking isn't gonna make you feel better, then abe internally panics that he has no idea what he is doing.

Asks Tanka what to do because he trusts him

Follows all his instructions to a t to make sure your ok

Even if it is something as simple as a cold

Now if you ever got injured the same thing would occur

Tanaka would be brought in for advice

But if the injury had something to do with his job and his status he would rethink being with you because your safety is important to him

You would need to calm him down a bit and talk him out of it

Which is pretty easy because you make him weak

You are his weakness and he could care less, as long as he can fall asleep with you in his arms

[gh0styyt0astyy]

✨ [ Confide within us.] ✨

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⭐️ [Summary] — Sometimes Hank needs comfort, too. (sanford/hank/deimos / lee!hank + lers!sanford and deimos)

⭐️ [Warnings] —TICKLE FIC; SHIPPING; if you dont like then please scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt/s] — n/a

HEY LOOK IM ALIVE AKDJWJDHWBF HERES THIS *THROWS THE FIC AT YOU* SORRY MY BRAINPOWER KEPT EXPLODING THRU THIS SO QUALITY ISNT AS GOOD AS IT COULD BE

ALSO UM. DOMESTIC SETTING AU I THINK??? I GUESS LOL

key:

sanford

hank

deimos

requests: open! (but still kinda slow)

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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Hank had been awake for the last few hours by now, but he hadn’t left the bedroom. Hell, he hadn’t even left the bed. He hadn’t felt like being up and around, he didn’t want to interact with anyone. He just wanted to lay in bed all day and feel…whatever it was he was feeling.

For a while, he had been left alone to his own devices and he liked it that way. But then it began to get lonely, a different kind of lonely that Hank didn’t like. Despite the want for someone else near him, he didn’t move. Instead he just closed his eyes again and decided he’s just try and sleep some more.

But a dip in the bed made his eyes open again, and a hand carding through his hair made a noise leave his throat.

“Hey, big guy.” Deimos spoke, a hand rubbing over his cheek. Sanford’s hand running through his hair. “mmmh.” Hank hummed back, shifting slightly as Deimos took a seat next to him. “You doing okay?” Deimos asked, putting Hank’s head in his lap.

Hank just shrugged, not making eye contact with either of the two. He just stared at the wall as he felt Sanford sit against his back. “It’s almost 1 in the afternoon, we haven’t seen you all day so…we got a little worried.” Sanford hushed out, his voice was always so…comforting to Hank? Was that the right word?

Hank didn’t feel like talking. He didn’t feel like thinking. He just wanted to lay there with the other two. “Sorry.” Was all Hank managed out, voice still gruff from not being used. “Shhs. You don’t gotta apologize, big guy.” Deimos hushed him, rubbing his shoulders. Sanford leaned back onto Hank, resting on his side. “You wanna talk about it?” He offered.

Hank shook his head. There was nothing to talk about, he just felt bad for no reason.

“Just one of those days?” Deimos asked, frowning when Hank nodded. “Mmhm.”

Hank was pulled into a sitting position, and he didn’t fight. The man sat up, slouched slightly with his hands in his lap. “Anything we can do to help?” Sanford asked, putting his chin on Hank’s shoulder. Hank was quiet in thought, holding Deimos’ hands while the man rubbed his knuckles. “…stay?” He asked, uncharacteristically softly, still refusing eye contact. “‘Course, bubs.” Sanford replied, wrapping his arms around Hank’s waist. Deimos put Hank’s chin in his hands and rubbed circles into his cheeks with his thumbs.

It was odd, seeing Hank so much more…quieter than he usually was. Even when he hardly talked most days, he wasn’t quiet, quiet. It was almost out of character for him. The melancholic look on his face made Deimos’ heart hurt, and from the corner of his eyes he could see the same hurt in Sanford’s face. Deimos pulled Hank’s face to his own, kissing the man’s forehead. Sanford seemed to like that idea, as he squeezed Hank gently and kissed his cheek.

Hank squirmed in Sanford’s hold, a breathy “ha” leaving his mouth. Sanford passed a glance at Deimos, an eyebrow cocked slightly with a small smirk. For a moment, Deimos seemed a little confused; then he watched Hank’s reactions to Sanford’s movements.

“Nnheh. Sahan—“ Hank muttered, squirming again as Sanford squeezed his lower sides. “Hm? What’s up, squirmy?”

Deimos mouthed a quiet “oh” as he grinned slightly. He kept a hand on Hank’s chin as his other one went down to his ribs.

Hank made a noise and put a hand over his mouth, muffling the giggling pouring from him. “Hehey—!” He yelped, not bothering to fight. “Awe. What’s wrong, Hank?” Deimos cooed, wiggling his fingers over the other’s ribs. “Something tickle?” He teased lightly.

“Stahap..” Hank gave a breathy laugh, grabbing at Deimos’ wrist. Really, Hank wasn’t disturbed by this, hence the reason he didn’t fight as much.

“We’re not doing anything, big guy!” Deimos hummed, using his free hand to scritch Hank’s neck. “Well… aside from giving you affection, that is.” Sanford added, a grin on his face as he left a kiss behind Hank’s ear. Hank tried to groan in an annoyed manner, but it was broken up by laughter. Hank scrunched his shoulders, inhaling sharply through his nose when he felt Deimos’ hand on his neck prod faster. “Deimohohos!”

“Yeah Hank?”

“Stahahap ihit—!”

“I can’t! Well… not until you rest your shoulders. I’m kind of stuck.”

“Gehehet off mehehee.” Hank snorted, shaking his head to rid Deimos’ hand. “Not until we see you smile!” Sanford rapidly poked his fingers up and down Hank’s sides, buzzing into his ribs before shooting back down. “GAHAAh! Dohohon’t!” Hank squirmed around, not getting very far. “Don’t what?” Sanford asked, pulling his hands back before cementing them to Hank’s lower ribs. “Dooon’t this?”

Hank let out a quick burst of laughter, taking his hands backwards to put on Sanford’s wrists instead. Deimos quickly took advantage of that and his hands shot down to Hank’s stomach.

“hehEHY! HEHEY! Nohoho! Noho— Dohon’t you dahAHRE!” Hank barked through his wheezing. Deimos ignored Hank and clawed at the man’s stomach, digging in gently to the lower part of it before tracing the slightly chiseled muscles. He followed one of Hank’s old scars with just one claw, and Deimos laughed with Hank at his reaction.

Hank’s legs jolted as he tried to suck in his stomach, trying to pry away from Deimos’ claws. Hank let out an awkward squawk while Deimos’ claw traced the scar.

“GAHAHAD! You’re bohohoth behehehing aHAHSSHOLES!” Hank snorted again, trying to curl in on himself when he felt fingers drilling into his bones. “Hey now! You aren’t in a position to call us names, mister!” Deimos warned. “Y’know Hank? I think we should nickname you something else. I mean, “Hank” obviously doesn’t suit these kind of moments.” Sanford mused.

“NOHOHO! Nohoh you shohohohuld nahahaht!” Hank knew the game Sanford was trying to play, he wanted no part of that. “Deimos, how do you think… gigglebug sounds?”

“Aww, it’s cute.”

Hank squirmed again. “If yohohu try thahahaht nahahame I swear to goahahd!” Hank tried to threaten, but failed miserably as he melted in the others hands.

“I think Mr. Giggly here is grumpy.” Deimos grinned, poking around Hank’s stomach and legs. “Staahahahap teheheasing!” Hank whined. Sanford cooed. “Did you just whiiine?” He asked, watching as Hank hid his face in his shoulder.

After a little more teases and pokes from the other two, Hank eventually felt the tickles stop. And he had to restrain himself from missing the touch already. “Okay, we’re done.” Sanford chuckled, running his hand over Hank’s head and through his hair again.

“Ehehe… I dohon’t— *eham.* I don’t even remember why I was upset.” Hank said, relaxing in Sanford’s arms with Deimos rubbing his face again.

“Good! Means we did our job well.” Deimos grinned. He stood up and offered his hands to his partners. “C’mon, I’m starving and I’m sure you can say the same.” He pointed at Hank. Hank and Sanford both slid off the bed, and followed Deimos out.

Maybe Hank would allow them around him more, when he feels like that…

[leossmoonn]

Damn Do a annie x stefan imagine with stefan helping annie explore y/n's wardrobe, basically she loves her moms clothes and stefan finds a really hot lingerie hidden - he puts annie to sleep and whoosh nsfw😌

ahhh this is so cute <3 also for the nsfw it has degradation and daddy kink so dont read if youre not ok with that lol

so annie wants to play dress up and stefan’s like “alright well, at long as we dont make a mess.”

and annie goes into your side of the closet and starts to look at the dresses, which are way too big for her but shhh. and she goes into the jewelry section and shoes

so stefan decides that while annie is picking out stuff to dress up in, he would do some cleaning on his side of the closet. its not like super messy, its just a little lol. and so while he is looking through his shoe boxes and putting shoes in them, he opens a box that had red lingerie in it and stefan’s like

“😳 ive never seen this before” and annie walks over and is like

“whats that!” and stefan closes it quickly and is like “just some old clothes of uh... mom’s”

“oh can i wear?” annie asks and stefan’s like “no, its dirty and way too uh, small for you to fit, sorry baby. but you can keep lookin through her stuff and we can have a fashion show.”

and annie’s like “ok!” and she goes back to doing her own thing and stefan opens the box again, heart racing as its two small pieces of lingerie that he was sure wouldnt cover anything. before he could get wrapped up in his thoughts tho, he sets it down and puts it away so he can focus on annie, but he knew he would confront you abt it later

and so you get home from work and stefan waits until you all eat dinner and put annie to bed before saying anything, but throughout that whole time you notice him acting sus (*among us music*— im so sorry) lol and when youre getting ready for bed you ask him whats up

youre in the bathroom brushing your teeth whike stefan is back in the bedroom and youre like

“hey, stef! you ok today?”

and stefan’s like “um, yeah, why?” and you just say “well you were just acting kind of weird. like you wanted to say something.”

and so then stefan enters the bedroom with your lingerie in his hands, a questioning look on his face. and your eyes widen and youre like “oh shit.” and hes like

“well i was fine today until i found this in one of my shoe boxes”

and youre like “hahahah yeah... oops”

and stefan goes up behind you bc youre still facing the mirror and hes like “when were you gonna show me then?”

and youre like “um... your birthday?”

and hes like “but thats not for another month. you were planning of starving me of this for a month?”

and you chuckle nervously as you feel his breath on your neck and his hands close in on your hips. “y-yeah?”

“hm, well,” he hums. “since ive found it, why dont you put it on for me now, okay, baby?”

and you check the time, seeing as it wasnt that late and youre like “alright.”

and he sets the clothing down and goes to the bed to wait for you. and so you change in the bathroom, adjusting the straps and whatnot, and so then you open the bathroom door nervously, going into a flattering pose ad you present yourself to stefan. and once he looks up and sees you— oh my god, that man is just enamored and very much turned on. he cant stop staring at you for like 10 mins and you start to get wet from his stare and so you say

“you gonna come and fuck me or just stare?”

and stefan smirks and uses his vampire speed to pick you up and toss you over to the bed. and he starts kissing you. its wet, hot, and delicious. your tongue immediately meet and there’s electricity shooting through your veins as he caresses your hips, feeling over the soft material of your lingerie.

and his lips trail down your neck and you weave your fingers through his hair, moaning softly as he sucks on your sweet spot. and then his right hand goes down to your clothed cunt, running his finger tips over your covered slit and you suck in a deep breath, whining his name

“s-stefan,” you squeak out and he just laughs mockingly and says “god your underwear is soaked and ive barley touched you. that desperate, huh? you a desperate little whore?”

and you arch your back as you feel his fingers slide under your panties and you try to speak, but your breath gets caught in your throat and he says

“use yours words, princess”

and you say in a really breathy voice “y-yeah, youre whore, daddy.”

(pls its too early to be writing this 😭)

and he smiles at you, his eyes going dark with lust. “yeah, that’s right. now be daddy’s good girl and spread your legs for me, okay?”

and you say “yes daddy.” and you immediately open them. and he then slides a finger into you, groaning at how wet you are. his right hand then goes to your breasts, massaging them through your bra. and so then you take your bra off and stefan chuckles, then diving his head down.

and as he takes your nipple into his mouth, he slides another finger into your heat, curling them and finger-fucking you. his thumb reaching up to your clit and he starts to rub the abc’s over the sensitive bud while his teeth clamp around your nipple softly, pulling slightly. and he looks up at you, getting impossibly more turned on as he sees your head thrown back in pleasure. your hand his in his hair, constantly pulling at the tufts. and your back is arched and youre trying bot to moan too loud so you dont wake up annie, but you cant help it.

and once you feel yourself nearing your orgasm, stefan starts to rub your clit faster, pumping his fingers into your harder

and youre practically screaming “stefan! stefan! o-oh, daddy, oh.”

and you thrust your hip up, riding out your orgasm. and you collapse on the bed, a sheer lining of sweat over your forehead. and stefan pulls his fingers out of your pussy, sucking his first finger. and he notices your stare and puts his middle finger in your mouth, watching as you take it all in and swirl around, tasting yourself.

he groans at the sight and takes his finger out of your mouth, going down to his belt and unbuckling it. and he looks at you as you take off your underwear and says

“you wanna do this?”

and youre “yes yes yes. please i need you.”

and he smiles and says “good. im gonna absolutely ruin you.”

and wetness starts to pool between your thighs at his words and you scoot up on the bed as he climbs up. you open your legs up wide for him, watching as he guides his dick to your entrance. he gently slides it up down your entrance, breathing in deeply as he can feel your wetness. he then looks into your eyes and you give him a nod. and then he enters you slowly, both of your moaning and groaning. he stretches you out nicely, and you fit him like a glove.

he enters you completely before pulling and then slamming into you again. your eyes go wide and youre moaning loudly, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“a-ah! stefan! ooh,” you praise him.

and he just rams into you and he hits your g-spot perfectly. you cant help but wrap your legs around his waist and dig your ankles into the base of his spine.

you feel yourself coming close and your back is arching as the knot in your belly unravels. stefan feels your walls tighten around him and his thrusts become more sloppy. and as you two cum, you put your hands on each others mouth to cover up the sounds of your moans.

you too come down from your high, stefan peeling himself off of you and collapsing beside you. you roll to face him, whining in pain. and hes like

“awe no did i go to hard?”

and youre like “no. it was perfect. really really hot. im just a little sore”

and hes like “im sorry baby. ill clean you up yeah?”

and you smile and nod and say “i should wear lingerie more often”

and stefan laughs and is like “you do that, youre getting fucked everyday”

and youre just like “oh well...” hehe

stefan conceps masterlist

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Ok I meant to answer you're question about what I thought of the show ages ago but I forgot.

I LOVED IT OMGGGG! I got so many kitty vibes from Wilhelm and Simon! The touching! The softness! It's those vibes exactly! I want that energy in TWP.

COMRADE SIMON!! We stan! That speech he made at the very beginning about the differences in attitudes towards "tax evasion" vs. "Welfare fraud." Legend behavior.

Sara!!!! My girl!!!!!! An autistic/adhd character PLAYED BY AN AUTISTIC ACTRESS!!!! THIS IS SO HUGE!!! I would die for my problematic queen. I made an entire post on her but the gist is, I get where she's coming from and understand why she feels the way she feels but dear God girl make better choices and stay the hell away from August.

Speaking of.... I wanna run August over several times. Vroom vroom motherfucker. The fact that he

- filmed MINORS HAVING SEX AND TGE POSTED IT ONLINE

-kissed Sara behind Felice's back when they were still dating WITHOUT HER CONSENT BTW

- Wanted to blame Simon for the drugs because he knew it would be easy because Simon's family is lower class and doesnt have the same social standing as one of the "members of the society"

- Also it didn't escape my notice that the cult like faternety type group with all the rich, mainly white boys is called The Society. This shows commentary on class is vv interesting. Especially the little things like two girls just randomly advocating for THE DEATH PENALTY. The rich people audacity.

-Anyways back to August, when he tried to excuse his actions with Wilhelm and get all teary like no bitch you can't manipulate your way out of this one. And again with Sara! When he said "Wilhelm has everything" I wanted to scream! Like he's fucking closeted and clearly suffering from panic attacks and extreme anxiety you moron.

-Anyways!! I also think that Wilhem might be autistic because he just feels autistic. Like the vibes are there.

- The girl group is so sweet? And to have the popular girl be a Black girl who isn't "stereotypically attractive" with a more medium sized body and bad acne. As someone who has really bad skin I needed that. Felice is kinda awesome imo.

Let me see what else??

-Simon and his mom speaking Spanish consistently throughout the show. It sounded pretty natural to me? But I'm not a native speaker. (Or even fluent honestly lol.)

- Simon and Wilhelm are honestly so adorable and in love and it made my heart ache. (I am so touch starved I swear..)

-My only main beef is the outing plotline and the show using an outdated medical term for Sara, aspergers. It's literally just autism. Also it's kind of offensive because Hans Asperger was a n*zi who literally killed autistic children because they weren't useful to capitalism. SOOOO yeah.

As for the outing plotline, I feel like the cishets have like three plotlines that they use for queer stories. Outing/coming out, one of them dies, or one if them bullies the other until they both fall in love. It's tired.

But overall I really loved it.

HI SORRY I HADNT REPLIED

I wanted to correctly talk to you about this series so I logged in through my computer to make it easier for me :D

LOOK AT THIS POINT IVE RELATED THEM TO LITERALLY EVERY COMFORT SHIP I HAVE LIKE. I've compared this to kitty, I've compared this to Thomastair, I've compared this to my friends to ocs who she has obsessed me with (youd actually like them if you liked this tbh) IVE COMPARED ME TO MY OCS

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY I JUST LOVE THEM

IF KITTY DOESNT HAVE THIS ENERGY IN TWP WHAT WAS THE POINT

what was the point cc??

S I M O N

OH GOD WHEN HE SAID THAT I WENT OMG YEAH

new favorite character

Great

SHES PLAYED BY AN AUTISTIC ACTRESS?? Sorry I hadn't known! Haven't actually gotten to obsessively look at the cast I've been trying to get over the last episode BUT THATS SO COOL. SARA IS AMAZING AND I ADORE HER. I'll read your post after this! But of course STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM AUGUST GIRL PLEASE

Tbh I understood where she was coming from with everything with Simons image falling apart and her having to suffer when she had just started having friends , just after finding he had been lying to her. But love, AUGUST?

A U G U S T ???

WHO JUST FOUND OUT OUTED YOUR BROTHER

Also random and stealing this from @marzzinaa i totally hc Sara as a demi girl for some reason

Im kinda sad we didnt see her speak spanish as much we did simon :(

But oh well I LOVE HER AND YEAH STAY AWAY FROM AUGUST GOD

FAE WE RUN HIM OVER TOGETHER BROOM BROOM

You already said it all, I just agree

Ok I'll bring a machete you bring whatever you wish and we kill him sound good?

ALSO YEAH I TOTALLY NOTICED HOW THE ECONOMIC DINAMICS CAME INTO PLAY AND HOW IT BASICALLY LET YOU KNOW HOW THE PRIVILEGED ELITES COULD GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING

meanwhile they wanted to pass off to Simon who came from a lower class family the blame

Also I'd like to mention how that would also play into the stereotype latinos are all drug dealers

Which I love how they didnt make his dead beat alcoholic man the latino parent, when I first read the description I thought they might do that, but im so glad they didnt

I think it might have been a comentary idk i liked that they DIDNT make the poc parent the dead beat

THE FRIEND GROUP WAS SO COOL AND I LOVED ALL OF THEM AND YES FELICE WAS JUST <3

I love how they didnt make her stereotypically perfect AND YES MID SIZED REP WAS AMAZING TO SEE

Also im so glad you got to see that represented!!

So I am a native speaker and him talking to his mom MADE ME CRY

it was WONDERFUL I WANT MORE OF IT

pls most her phrases reminded me to my own mom

Autistic wilhelm you say?? omg tell me more (if you want)

Oh thats awful, well I'll just refer to Sara as autistic and hope the showrunners fix that next season because if they dont-

Yikes

Oh yeah, thats valid critisism. But in my opinion they actually wrote it pretty well so I wont really be complaining about an overall media problem with queer stories rn. If so I'll be here all day. But yeah its an overall problem but it wasnt done bad in my opinion so!

I'll shut up, for now

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT FEEL FREE TO KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT WITH ME PLS ITS MY OBSESSION NOW IM GONNA BE ANNOYING ABOUT IT ALL MONTH

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Ok so first let me just- MIIIIIIIIN YOOOOOOONGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LOVE OF MY LIFE COME HERE LET ME GIVE YOU ALL THE FUCKING KISSES YOU WANT YOU SOFT LITTLE AFFECTION STARVED VAMPIRE IM RUINED 😩😩😩😩😩😩

Once again I’m here falling more in love with Yoongi, my heart just melts for him Sibi, the way he was showing his emotions through his music during that whole part? Magnificent what an intimate way of communicating his feelings beyond words 😭 but I’m just broken at the way he closed off when OC told him she didn’t spect for his kisses to be so gentle because she wasn’t there for that reason (not for him!)I feel so bad because we KNOW how much he cares for her and how difficult it is for him to show how he feels towards her in a not so rough manner (even though we all know he is a SIMP for her). So now he feels used after showing a little too much and OC feels bad too cause girl it’s just as confused with her own new not so new feelings towards him and I’m just AAAAHHHHHH JUST GO BACK AND KISS HIM AGAIN HE WANTS AFFECTION AND INTIMACY AFTER GOD KNOWS HOW LONG JUST LIKE TAE AND KOOK DO 😩

And then my dear Tae my sweet sweet boy I love him so much too I just can’t 😭 The way OC was cleaning him up even if it was a little was so cute and I don’t know intimate those two just love each other so much that it hurts to see them no being able to hold each other properly after everything that has happened, and Yoongi wanting for him to be a little more comfortable?🥺🥺🥺 he cares so much about everyone. Then once again I break at the mention of Jimin he really did deserve a second chance, a chance to be happy without the terrible presence and awful words of Namjoon looming over him 😔

And SEOKJIN BEING JACK THE RIPPER??! GIRL I- 👁👄👁👄👁👄👁👄👁👄👁 I need to know more about this jkdkdkskdndkdkdkdkdjklz

Thank you for another amazing chapter wonderful Sibi I’m so excited to learn how everything will continue to unfold, cause if you didn’t already know I’m deeply invested in your story like DEEPLY, I love you and hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

-Shy anon

HONESTLY THOUGH MIN YOONGI DESERVES THE WORLD AND HE IS RUINING ME SO MUCH IN BOTH REAL LIFE AND THIS STORY AND I AM GOING INSANE BECAUSE HE IS NOT LEAVING MY MIND AND IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO KISS HIS LIL NOSE AND SQUISH HIS CHEEKS AND CALL HIM MY SWEET LIL COMFORT HUSBAND

anywAY

the way he was showing his emotions through his music during that whole part? Magnificent what an intimate way of communicating his feelings beyond words 😭

omgmgmmg PLEASE omfmgm I love you so much for this! Gosh, I feel like this fits so well with his character? Like apart from his outburst Yoongi doesn't really say what he feels? So to hear that you realised that his music was his way of showing just how he feels right now makes me so happy, because that is exactly what I wanted to achieve :(

I feel so bad because we KNOW how much he cares for her and how difficult it is for him to show how he feels towards her in a not so rough manner

I wanna crY PLEASE SERIOUSLY I DONT WANNA HURT HIM LIKE HE IS MY LIDDOL BABIE :(

HONESTLY THOUGH I DONT WANT TO HURT TAE EITHER I AM IN SO MUCH DISTRESS PLEASE THESE TWO ARE MESSING WITH MY MIND IN THIS STORY I HAVE GONE INSANE 😭😭

No but seriously though thank you so much for this sweet message 🥺 I hope my answer didn't sound too indifferent jsjsjs it's just that it's currently 2am where I live and I just spent ten hours working on my thesis so I am currently answering you guys on -800 brain energy HAHAHAH 🥴💜

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𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓..? [𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 5]

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: prince! park seonghwa

reader: fem! knight

word count: 2.2k+

summary:  It was time for another Selection. No- not a Selection for a bride but rather a well-trained knight to keep Prince Seonghwa safe after a failed assassination attempt. You, a blacksmith’s daughter, manage to make it to the elite group of knights worthy and skilled enough to protect the crown prince after months and months of training. This alone catches Seonghwa’s eyes- in more ways than one

a/n: part 5 here we go! i’m sorry if its taking too long, school started so i dont have much time to write as often ;^; this is kind of unedited (im using grammarly sue me sujsk) so im sorry for any errors! 

taglist: @iwanttohitmyself​ @barcelona-sergei​ @minihongjoong​ @i-purrple-u​

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The Capitol was certainly different from the quaint town of Trelark. 

The Capitol was… colorful to put it simply. Several people milled about the streets, bustling around and going about their daily lives. What the city folk wore was flashier and livelier than the dull brown or grey tones of the clothes the townsfolk wore. It sparked some sort of insecurity within you, making you clutch at the fabric of your pants as you look out the carriage window, seeing young women your age float through the streets in bright yellow skirts or green pleated dresses. 

The streets were wider and tiled with smooth stones compared to the rocky ground that rocked the carriages up in the village of Trelark. The shops were bigger and the smell- the smell of the place was better for some reason. Delicious aromas of freshly baked bread or roasted pig wafted through the air instead of some goat or horse dung. It made your stomach rumble. You had eaten your packed lunch and shared it with your friends in the carriage that brought you over to the Capitol. 

Speaking of which-

“Oh my gods, look at that dress,” Siyeon says as she presses herself against the carriage window and points to a dress in the display window of a seamstress’s shop. It had a sweetheart neckline with bell sleeves in an elegant shade of red, a transparent lace on the hem. Despite how simple it looked, you only wondered how expensive it was. 

“I’d give anything to wear that.” She continues and releases a small whine as she slumps back into her seat. “I wish this Selection was for a princess instead of a knight.”

Raviv, who was beside you, laughed at the young woman across you. “Maybe next time. You never know.” He says as he picks at the loose threads of his shirt again. “You can just drop out y’know?”

“And miss out living in the palace and bring shame to my family at the same time? Uh, no thanks. I’ll do my best until I give out.” 

You roll your eyes and huff in amusement at the two as they continue to banter. You loved the two a lot- you really did. Siyeon was like the sister you never had and Raviv had a special place in your heart. But you on the other hand were firm in your resolve and promised to yourself that you’d try to outdo them without having to step on them. 

You saw more of the city as the carriages pulled through the cobbled streets of the Capitol. Sure it had its fair share of beauty but not every place was perfect. You caught a glimpse of some street kids, covered in dirt from head to toe, in the alleyways between houses and shops. Some of them would be begging for some alms while others just went about and played. 

Suppose it couldn’t be helped- the world was cruel like that. But it still breaks your heart every time. You didn’t have much yourself but you were happy and had a roof over your head. Maybe life for the unfortunate was a lot tougher here in the Capitol. 

Eventually, the carriages that came from the village of Trelark finally reached the lavish gates of the castle. There was a drawbridge, just like you imagined, but what you didn’t anticipate was the lavish gate that lay behind it. 

As soon as the drawbridge lowered, a rather beautiful gate greeted your eyes. There were pillars made of stone and marble running down the sides while gold figurines of horses decorated the top. Black iron bars with gold-tipped ends that pointed up into the sky lined the space between each pillar. 

But the gate was nothing compared to the palace itself. 

The three of you all looked out the window, eyes gleaming and mouth agape as you gawked at the sight that beheld you. The palace was surprisingly similar to the ones described in the books- pearly and white, tall with several towers striking out from each side, buttresses that supported the building, and a large flag bearing the current family’s crews right on top of the centermost tower. The palace was huge. You couldn’t even see where the walls ended on each side. 

“You know,” Raviv starts out softly. “If we were ever supposed to go through this place, I think we’d get lost.” 

“No kidding,” Siyeon says, just as quiet like him. “I think I’d be starving and thirsty the minute I find my way back to the entrance.” 

“Or one of the undead.” You added, and lightly kicked at Siyeon’s foot. 

She then proceeded to flop down against the seat and rise with her hands in front of her, making growling noises as she imitated a zombie, lunging at the both of you. The trio laughs at the antics and pushes her back onto her seat when she pretends to take a bite of your arm. 

“Oi, behave in there!” Called out the driver and patted the side of the carriage, effectively hushing you and your companions. 

You couldn’t help the giggle that escapes you though. “Whoops.” 

~

“Seonghwa there you are!” The Queen exclaims when he arrives, lapels of his clothes properly pinned and his crown sitting on top of his soft locks. 

Seonghwa greets his parents who were sitting upon their thrones, awaiting the delegates that were to arrive at any moment. He kisses each of their cheeks and sat on the right side of his father’s throne, back straight and head high- just as he was taught since the age of five. 

A few servants ran around the throne room, sweeping up the linoleum floors and dusting the marble columns. The velvet rug that led from the entrance up to the elevated floor that held the thrones were freshly pressed and practically spotless. The King wanted to leave a good first impression on his people. 

“How many do you think there will be, father?” Seonghwa asks, looking over to the man. 

The King only straightened up and looked ahead. “Many,” He replies without turning his head to his son. “They come from all parts of our kingdom. I think half of this room may be filled.” 

The prince manages to hold back a sigh. Instead, he exhales through his nose and curls his fingers around the armrests of his seat. He thought it was a bit of an overkill to have all these people train just to protect him. Despite the assassin coming from a different kingdom, he thought that bringing other people from within their kingdom imposed a risk as well- you never know if there could be traitors out there.

Nevertheless, he just learned to trust his father’s decision. He knew that his father was wise and well-aware of his decisions. He just hoped this method wouldn’t backfire… 

“They’re all here already your highness,” A servant announces as they enter the throne room. “There’s quite more than a handful.”

With a nod and a wave of his hand, the king tells the servant to allow the delegates to enter. The servant gives a low bow and exits the door only to return a few moments later with the young adults. Quietly, they filed into the throne room, wearing different garments that fit with the place they came from. 

People from the field lands wore hard, boots dried with mud and loose-fitting clothes to help them move around. Folks near the dock wore almost similar clothing but had more loose-fitting shoes and or sandals. The delegates from the mountain had already shed off their coats as the weather in the Capitol was much warmer. And finally, the folks from the city were more well-dressed, with button-ups, well-tailored pants, and sturdy boots. 

You glance around as you shuffle in with your companions near the edge of the group. You hadn’t anticipated this many people to attend. It made your stomach churn with nervousness- there was big competition here. But you weren’t taught to quit this early- you were going to push on until you give out. 

Others slinked away or flinched whenever a city-dweller looked over at them. It was a bit hard not to- they just radiated some sort of energy. An aura of power to be exact. 

Seonghwa scans the faces of the delegates. They were all so different- in height, background, wear, and everything else. Many looked like they were reluctant to be there but many also had this look of determination in their eyes. 

There was one gaze that caught his in particular. It belonged to a woman, maybe his age, standing near the back. He could tell from her garments, specifically the coat that hung over her arm, that she lived in one of the mountain villages. 

Her lips were pursed together as she observed the palace around her. There were wonder and awe in them- but as soon as her gaze landed on him and his family, they steeled into something harder, one that read that it would take more than would think to take her down. 

Seonghwa is pulled out of his thoughts by his father’s voice welcoming all the participants to the palace. 

“Welcome to the Capitol,” The King booms, a warm smile on his face and his arms outstretched. “I’ll keep this brief, but I’d like to thank you for coming all this way. It means a lot to me, my wife, and of course- my son.” 

All eyes shift over to the prince. It wasn’t the first time many sets of eyes were trained onto him but he felt nervous this particular time. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the circumstances were different, that they weren’t looking up at him while he stood beside his father during speeches or city celebrations or whenever he had to deliver the occasional speech. Yeah, that must be it.

The young man folded an arm over his torso and bowed a perfect ninety-degree angle. It was a silent gesture of his gratefulness for their efforts, eyes glistening as if all the stars were placed into them. 

The King looked to his side and gave a nod. Two men came out from behind a pillar and stood at the foot of the elevated platform that held the thrones. 

The first was a tall and burly man. A long white but faded scar ran from the top of his head and across his brow, just catching the edges of his eyelids. Because of the long healed injury- part of his injured eye had a milky-blue color to it, showing that he was partially blind. HIs muscled under his pressed dress suit flexed as he gave a bow and straightened up. He was the literal embodiment of tall, dark, and strong. Despite this though, he radiated a warm and inviting energy- especially with that soft smile of his. 

The second was the man most people hated. It was the nobleman that went to the town of Trelark. He wore less warm clothing but his stupid purple feather plume hat remained. His silver beard seemed extra curled today and a shit-eating smirk was plastered across his lips. 

The majority of the folk that came from the mountain villages had a sour look on their face when they saw the nobleman. They tried to mask it though to avoid any offense that it could bring to the king. 

“This is Byron,” The King introduces the first man. “He shall be training all of you till one of you manages to succeed as the prince’s protector. And this is Duke Hae-seong, one of my royal advisers and a Duke of the kingdom. He shall help manage you and educate you around the protocols of the palace and the kingdom.”

“Yes, that’s right.” The Queen says softly, voice warm and gentle. “It is important not to only train the body but the mind as well. The prince’s protector needs to be knowledgeable of the kingdom’s laws and what his or her rights are as a protector.” 

It was a very wise move on the royal family’s part and it made sense. They didn’t want the protector to overstep any boundaries, whether intentional or not or have any abuse in power on their part. 

Many delegates didn’t seem pleased to learn that Hae-seong would be tutoring them though. He was impatient and very brash- he clearly was displeased with the way the king and queen took commoners into the palace without a single thought of doubt; he was just good at hiding it.

“Ladies, please follow Mina to your quarters. Gentlemen, Sir Byron will be the one to take you to yours. I hope you don’t mind sharing with others.” The King says and gestures to the crowd gathered in front of them. “And to show our gratitude, we shall be throwing you a feast tonight to commemorate your arrival.”

This seemed to brighten up the spirits of the young delegates. Energy fills them as the adrenaline of excitement rushes through their bodies. A few of them now their heads gratefully to the royal couple while the rest showed their appreciation through bright smiles.

“I thank you all once again for going through all this trouble. Now, freshen up. You’ll have a long day tomorrow.”

The group bows down to the family before them and separate into two groups to head over to their bunkers to rest and recuperate. You look back at the royal family again, seeing them step down from the throne and head to wherever they needed to be in this gigantic castle. 

This was it. The game was on- and you were determined to win it.

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Gotcha Chapter 6!

(Trying something new and posting the full text here as well as AO3? It feels too long, but I’ve posted longer things here before, Idk.)

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Peter: sorry im on my way!

Peter: iswear im just running late

Peter: i will be there supr fast!!

Peter: sorry!

Quentin stares down at his phone and somehow, manages not to sigh. It’s a full ten minutes past when they were supposed to meet, and he doesn’t even want to be here in the first place.

Quentin: Don’t worry, it’s fine.

Peter: im sosorry

Peter: my alarm got set for tomorroow instead of today

Peter: i dont even know how

Peter: adn i just woke up and i dont even sleep this late like ever

Peter: but i willl bet there soon i promise

Peter: sorry!

Quentin: Really, it’s fine! There’s no hurry.

Quentin: We’re not exactly on a schedule or anything.

Peter: its so rude tho

Peter: for once it wast me losingt rack of time!!

Peter: im still sorry!

Quentin had given himself a little extra time this morning, just to remind himself of all the many, many reasons he is doing this, in this particular way. Had spent that time summoning up every bit of patience he could find to get through this day, because he had a feeling he was going to need it.

It feels like he’s already used half of it.

And of course he won’t be able to comment on Peter’s lateness, not even as a joke.

Peter: im like hafway there already illl just have to chagne and then ill be there!

Peter: seriously i am so sorry

Normally he’d be all for hearing Peter apologize, but it keeps happening every other word, Quentin will lose his mind.

He’s already losing his mind.

Well, he’s not going to just stand here until Peter does show up. He glances around for somewhere to sit; there’s a coffee shop just across the street. Perfect. He’s going to need that.

Quentin: Hey, don’t rush!

Quentin: I’ll just grab a coffee okay?

Quentin: I’ll be over at Kaldi’s, it’s just across the street. Can’t miss it.

Quentin: You want anything?

Peter: you dont haveto!

There’s no stopping the sigh this time. God.

Quentin: Not what I asked, kiddo.

Peter: um

Peter: suure?

Peter: someting with carmel i dont care mych

Peter: ill be there realy soon tho!!

Quentin: Then we can just sit for a bit.

Quentin: You’ll probably need it if you just woke up.

It’s a little funny how… drastically downgraded Peter’s texting is when he’s apparently still half asleep. Or maybe it’s just that he’s in a hurry. Or—

Quentin nearly stops in the middle of the sidewalk. He— surely, Peter isn’t—

Quentin: Are you texting AND webswinging?

Peter: …maybe?

No wonder he goes through phones so fast.

Quentin: You’re going to drop your phone

Peter: hey! imst icky! i wont drop it!

Quentin: Then you’re going to fall from being distracted

Quentin: And I won’t feel sorry for you.

Peter: :(

Quentin: I’ll laugh

Peter: :( :( :(

Quentin: You brought this on yourself.

He spends the time until Peter gets there reviewing Lynn’s newest plans for the miniaturized drones; they actually aren’t too bad.

Of course, they’ve probably had them sitting, waiting, for months, what with how they’ve harped on and on about how this should be a priority.

It won’t do to let them get too full of themselves, so along with the praise he sends back plenty of potential revisions. Even brings up some entirely new bits for them to consider; should keep them busy for a bit.

“Hi!” Peter says, flinging himself down across from Quentin. He’s flushed and still out of breath, his hair sticking up. “I’m here! I’m so sorry!”

Quentin allows himself a slightly amused smile. “Hi,” he says. Pushes Peter’s drink—some sort of ridiculously sweet caramel flavored thing that’s barely coffee at all—across the table to him. “Sit. Drink. Relax a bit, okay?”

“Yeah,” Peter says, running a hand through his hair and only making things worse. “Yeah, okay. I’m sorry, though. I’m just… it’s really embarrassing to be that late when this was my idea in the first place and—”

“Peter,” Quentin says, cutting him off. “Breathe! It’s fine, I promise.”

For once, Peter listens, and takes a deep breath, holding it in for a moment. Lets it out and relaxes the smallest bit, and grabs his drink. “Oh,” he says. “This is good! Thanks; you were right about me needing it.”

Quentin watches while he unwinds; Peter’s latest idea regarding ‘things they could do together’ was to show Quentin around Queens, so today they’re wandering. Quentin’s thrilled.

It could be worse. Peter had been all set up to take him to the most popular, well known, touristy spots, and Quentin had barely been able to hide his dread at the thought. It’d taken a little work, but he’d manage to convince Peter that Quentin would much rather see Peter’s favorite places. Even if they were nothing fancy or exciting, or little hole in the wall type places, or silly.

Even if they bored Quentin to tears.

Not that he can let Peter see even a hint of that. There’s a special kind of… vulnerability in sharing the smallest things you like, something different than exposing the larger, more damaged pieces of yourself. Something oddly hopeful about showing someone the unexplainable, intimate things you like and waiting for them to enjoy those things as well. Or at the very least, not reject them, in a way that suggests they’re rejecting your tastes as well.

Not rejecting you.

He’s started to prove to Peter he can handle the bigger things, the superhero stuff and the feelings nearly suffocating Peter; time to show that he can be trusted with the little things too. That Peter can come to Quentin with anything at all. Anything. Everything.

“So,” Quentin says. “What’s first?”

He was right; it is pretty boring. Not… awful, surprisingly, but not Quentin’s sort of thing at all. Peter’s apparently decided to try and cover as many miles as he can in one day, dragging Quentin from one end of Queens to the other. And then back; Quentin’s going to take tomorrow off for sure. Peter just has so much energy.

Has so much enthusiasm, Quentin thinks, as they poke through a small used record store that isn’t nearly as hipster as he expected from Astoria. So, so much enthusiasm, for the smallest things. It just bursts out of him once he gets comfortable and isn’t second guessing every single word he says.

Once Quentin has seemed interested in the first few things Peter shows him. Peter’s nervous about it, trying to explain away any shortcomings before Quentin’s even gotten in the door. He’s just desperate for approval, for acceptance. For Quentin to like him.

It’s not that hard to, actually.

It’s never been that Quentin dislikes Peter. Sure, Peter’s causing him grief and can be incredibly annoying, and sure, about half of what he feels for Peter is pity, but those can exist alongside the fact that Quentin kind of likes Peter.

Has liked him, ever since he started compiling research on him, ever since he’d met Peter as Mysterio and shook his hand and watched him get so excited over the existence of multiverse. It’s harder not to like Peter, not even a bit. He’s ridiculously smart, and stupidly good-natured, and—

He throws himself into everything he does; goes full out, with his heart on his sleeve. It’s no wonder he gets anxious as hell, if his first impulse is to practically flaunt all his soft spots, open and eager and expecting the best. It’s going to go poorly more often than not.

Must have, judging by the way Peter pulls himself in and hides, overrides that instinctual reaction so quickly it’s just a flash, a glimpse Quentin keeps catching again and again. He’s been taught to second guess himself somewhere along the way, by someone—probably a lot of someones—who saw those tender spots and couldn’t help poking them, taking advantage of them.

Just like Quentin’s doing; Peter should be better about spotting that sort of thing by now.

It’s almost a shame to fix Peter just to tear him apart completely, to have to use him like this, but… well. In the end, Peter’s nothing but another obstacle scattered in Quentin’s path. There are far more important things to worry about than the fate of one kid.

Peter grins at him when Quentin admits that this dinky little secondhand bookstore in Jamaica was worth a stop, even if it’s just for the most comfortable couch Quentin has ever sat on. Smiles when he points out a mural he loves on the way to the next attraction and admits he’d actually webbed up someone who started to tag it.

Straight up laughs at Quentin’s face when Peter shows him the most supremely creepy things in some huge thrift store, full of weird antiques and vintage crap. God, it’s disturbing that the things Quentin had as a kid, even as a teen, are considered vintage now.

“Jesus, Peter,” Quentin says after he has to look at a one hundred percent haunted taxidermied squirrel. “Why would you make me see that? I’m going to have nightmares.”

“For that exact face,” Peter says. “Oh my god, you look like you think it’s going to bite you!”

“It might,” and it’s unfair that Peter just laughs harder. He glares at Peter, but it might be slightly put on.

He’s allowed to like Peter a little, Quentin decides, watching Peter nearly double over with giggles. It’ll make having to deal with him easier, if nothing else, and it’s not as though liking someone has ever stopped him from using them—even disposing of them—in the past. It sure won’t this time.

They wander some more, Peter chattering on and easily filling the silence as long as Quentin remembers to make the appropriate listening noises occasionally. Every now and then, Peter hesitates, a nervous stumble in his words, something throwing him off, and Quentin reengages fully. He can’t afford to let Peter get too caught up in his thoughts.

But a few questions—carefully designed to make Quentin seem far more interested than he is—are enough to get Peter going again, bouncing from place to place until Quentin suggests they could use something to eat.

“Oh my god, yes,” Peter says. “I’m starving and didn’t even realize it. Ooo, last time we were down here, Ned and I found this awesome truck that does crazy good Korean barbeque, you’d love it.”

“No,” Quentin says without thinking, the sweet tart burnt smell so strong he can nearly taste it, can feel it stinging when he draws in a breath.

He twitches, shrugging it off, and tries to walk back how sharp that had come out. “Uh, I’m not big on sweet sauces and meat?” he says. “Got another recommendation?”

Peter drags him to a place that has the weirdest chimichanga combinations—and normal ones too, thankfully—and once again, attempts to pay.

“You know,” Quentin says as he pokes Peter out of the way, immensely irritated that Peter is still pushing him on this. “I didn’t realize your memory was this bad.”

“Hey!” Peter says. “It’s not! What are you talking about?” like that doesn’t prove Quentin’s point exactly.

“I seem to remember a bet I won,” he says, “relating to this exact situation.”

Peter opens his mouth to protest, and then closes it. “Um,” he says.

“Yeah,” Quentin says,raising his eyebrows.

“Okay,” Peter says, “okay, you can’t blame me for trying!”

“Hmmm,” Quentin says, passing over one of the foam trays. “You’re forgiven. This time. Just don’t do it again.” It’s always a good idea to get Peter into the habit of following Quentin’s rules, of remembering not to challenge Quentin too much.

Of remembering that Quentin will forgive him anything, easily.

“Fine,” Peter says through a mouthful, so mature.

They eat on the way to the next stop on Peter’s little tour; Quentin had been hoping they were approaching the end, but when Peter looks at him and asks, so hesitantly, if Quentin is tired and wants to call it a day—

Well he can’t say no.

Quentin finds himself dragged on to little half hidden shops, with any signage and down stairs that Quentin has to ask how Peter could have found in the first place. To statues Peter likes, to places he feeds pigeons—why he’d want to, Quentin doesn’t know—places with great views of the Hudson.

And, over and over, once Quentin catches on and starts pushing it, places to eat. Because Peter’s metabolism is a thing of wonder.

It’s interesting watching Peter banter back and forth with an older man about his sandwich; Quentin had gotten the impression Peter was uneasy around strangers, all his awkwardness amping up. But the way Peter’s interacted with people today is much more relaxed, much easier. Peter has a sharp sense of humor that Quentin has only started to see, as Peter gets comfortable around him.

Why do all these strangers get it right off the bat?

He watches Peter dart over to help get a stroller over a curb and— they’re not strangers. Not really. It’s not just that everywhere they’ve gone is somewhere Peter has been again and again, to the point where he knows people.

This is Peter’s home ground. His comfort zone, and the people in it— they’re his people. And when he’s helping them, his nerves disappear. His awkwardness becomes a tool of its own, disarming, downplaying the threat Peter could so easily be.

This is what he wants to be when he’s Spider-Man; the guy on the street, helping in a hundred tiny ways.

That’s fine with Quentin. Perfectly fine; now how does he get Peter to stay there, with EDITH looming over his head?

He can practically hear that in William’s voice, ugh. He’s working on it.

They wind up in Kissena late in the afternoon, almost early evening, really. Peter steps off the path once they get into one of the more wooded areas, and there’s a grassy spot past a few bushes, with a truly massive tree near the center, smaller ones scattered around it. It’s well hidden.

“Alright,” Quentin says, as he has with every other place, “what's the story behind this? How’d you find it?”

“So, when I got bit, when everything changed?” Peter settles down at the base of the tree, cross legged. “One of the things that was like, a huge pain, was how all of my senses got crazy amplified. Everything was turned up to eleven, you know?”

Quentin sits across from Peter, stretching his legs out as he leans back. Ugh, grass; he’d better not end up with bug bites. “Okay,” he says. “Sounds like that was pretty overwhelming.”

Peter groans. “You have no idea! It was really hard for a while, because even once I started to get used to everything being too loud and too bright and too smelly and— things tasted weird and my clothes made me feel like my skin was crawling and it was—” He stops, tipping his head back against the tree and looking upward.

“It was a lot,” he says. “Eventually I sorta started being able to deal with all that sort of… feeling stuff? I mean, physical, sensory, not like feeling feelings.”

Coherent; Quentin does not roll eyes through sheer force of will.

“But I was still really struggling with the, um,” Peter frowns, tips his head back further until Quentin can’t really see his face. “The stuff in my head. Actually doing things, thinking about things or even focusing on one thing was all so hard. It was like…”

“It was like what?” Quentin asks, after a few moments have passed.

“Everything was a distraction,” Peter says, slowly. “That’s still not right, because normally, before, I’d get distracted thinking about something else I wanted to do, or I’d be daydreaming, or, um, just, good stuff? Stuff that I’d want to focus on, just not right that second.”

“This wasn’t like this.” Peter looks down and starts to fiddle with a bit of grass, pulling up blades one by one. “This was like so much noise inside my head, like every little detail about every single thing was right there, grabbing my attention. I’d be trying to do one thing and all that would be clamoring at me nonstop.”

He closes his eyes, scrunching his whole face up. “People talk about wanting super sense a lot,” he says, “but it sucked so much at first.”

“People generally don’t think through those kinds of wishes very much,” Quentin says. Honestly, for the most part people don’t think at all.

“I’m pretty much okay now,” Peter says. “I figured out how to filter things most of the time; when there’s a bunch of stuff at once I can get so caught up in trying to ignore it that I ignore everything, and then that’s it’s own problem.”

“I noticed,” Quentin says, dryly. “Makes you pretty jumpy.”

Peter huffs, almost a laugh. “Yeah,” he says, brushing the ripped up grass off his pants. “I’m still working on getting the kinds of focus right?”

Quentin leans further back on his hands, crossing his legs. “You said something about focusing on me that one time,” he says, and Peter goes faintly pink. “That the sort of thing you’re talking about?”

“Something like that,” Peter says. “If I have one thing I can focus on, almost completely, then I can make it into… uh, white noise, I guess? Or it makes everything else into white noise. If that makes any sense at all.”

Not one bit, but whatever. He can press that later. “Sure,” Quentin says, waving his hand. “I’m following.”

It’s actually something to consider— if Peter manages to function better in difficult situations by focusing on one specific thing, what happens when that thing is taken away? Is ripped away from him, in fact. Would there be a moment of disorientation they could take advantage of? Maybe they could set Peter up to focus on what they want; he’s already using Quentin as a focal point, apparently.

He’ll have to watch Peter, Quentin thinks. This fumbling little explanation leaves a lot to be desired, but he doesn’t have much faith Peter actually could explain it better even if he tried.

“That helps,” Peter’s saying, “but it’s still really exhausting after a while. Sometimes I want to just… stop. Just not feel it at all, not have to try not to feel it.”

He glances at Quentin, and Quentin nods. Peter looks oddly shy, so he’d better pay close attention to what he’s showing.

“I’ve found a couple of places like this, but this is probably my favorite,” Peter tells him. “I can come here and actually relax. If I stop trying to block things out, or stop focusing on one thing, it doesn’t matter.” He tips his head back again, looking up at the tree.

“It's quiet here, pretty much all the time,” Peter says; the light through the leaves is diffuse, dappled on his face. “Even the noises that I get are like, soft things. Leaves and wind and things walking on grass. People talking, yeah, but that’s more distant and almost like background noise. It’s still shadowy in here when it’s super bright out, and there aren’t any super gross strong smells either. Just dirt and water and uh, green stuff.”

He darts a glance down at Quentin without moving his head. “Don’t laugh at me!” he says, and it’s right on the edge of plaintive. “I don’t know what else to call it.”

“I’m not,” Quentin says. He understands; it’s not something a city kid would be around that often, would probably even notice without senses like Peter’s. “I wouldn’t. I know what you mean, Peter.”

“Okay,” Peter says. Looks back away from Quentin and then closes his eyes. “It’s nice. And when I have to go back to the real world, it’s not quite as hard to handle.”

Quentin watches him. Watches as he slowly, slowly unwinds. Peter doesn’t move, aside from his head tipping slightly to the side, and Quentin—

He’d thought, earlier, that it was interesting how much Peter loosened up around people he felt comfortable with, places he felt safe. He’d thought it was a large degree of relaxation—and it was—but it was nothing compared to this.

Nothing compared to the way the tension drains from him with each passing second, from every single bit of his body, until he looks calmer than Quentin has ever seen.

Happier.

If this is how he looks when truly relaxed, the level of stress Peter must carry with him every day, everywhere he goes—from the physical tension to the mental, the anxiety, the constant background level of effort that other people don’t have to think about—must be ridiculously high.

He doesn’t want to say anything, do anything, that would break the stillness that seems to have spread over the entire glade. Poor kid. He might be doing a great job at being a pain in Quentin’s ass, but he isn’t cut out for this superhero shit.

Everything Quentin sees just convinced him further that taking EDITH from Peter really is doing him a favor. He’d never intended for that to be true, but— it’s not a terrible byproduct.

Peter sighs eventually, a barely there breath of a thing, opening his eyes halfway. He looks dazed, almost half asleep.

At least, until he notices that Quentin is watching him, and then he flushes. Looks down, the moment dissipating. “Anyway,” Peter says. “It’s— it’s a nice place for me,” like he’s admitting something embarrassing.

“I can tell,” Quentin says, offering him a small smile. “You deal with a lot every day, don’t you.” He shifts against his tree, trying to get more comfortable without Peter noticing and getting all fussy about it.

“I guess,” Peter says.

He picks up a leaf, twirling it through his fingers absently. “It’s getting really frustrating,” he adds. “Because it’s been almost two years, right? So I should have a better handle on this! I shouldn’t still be getting tripped up by such little things. And—” he makes a face, shoulders starting to hunch again.

“So I have this… this sense? Uh, I call it a spidey sense— I know, it’s kind of stupid. It sort of warns me about things? Like someone poking me, or shouting that something bad is about to happen.”

“Mmm, you mentioned that once,” Quentin says. “Sort of like a limited precog?” Honestly, he’d dismissed it— not fully, it wouldn’t do to completely dismiss anything about Peter. But it hadn’t seemed like it did much for Peter in Europe.

And it hadn’t picked up anything about Quentin, so how good could it really be?

“Oh, huh,” Peter says. “I hadn’t really thought of it like that? Maybe, but it’s not very exact. Sometimes it’s super obvious, but others it takes me a while to figure out what’s wrong. And lately, especially, it’s been— it’s gone kinda nuts? I don’t feel like I can trust it anymore.”

“Like, like right now?” he adds. “Right now it’s just going off like something really big and bad is happening, but come on!” He throws his hands up, exaggerated. “We’re just sitting here talking! Nothing, literally nothing bad is happening. It’s freaking out for no reason.”

Fuck.

Maybe he really shouldn’t have dismissed it, Quentin thinks, trying to stay as relaxed as he was a moment ago. Maybe he really fucking shouldn’t have, because some part of Peter knows that Quentin’s not good news. Knows that Quentin is something dangerous, is a threat.

And apparently knows it very, very insistently. Oh, fuck, this is the last thing he needs. Why now? Why is Peter’s sense losing its shit now and not at any time in Europe? What has he done differently to set it off?

God, what if it had been going off then too? Could that be why Peter had backed off at the last second in the bar, EDITH almost in Quentin’s hand? Has Peter been feeling this the entire time?

It’s a good thing he doesn’t seem to be listening to it, but that could stop at any second. At any time, Peter could decide that maybe his stupid ‘spider sense’ isn’t wrong, and that would be— that would be bad. That would be so bad.

Quentin has got to figure out how to make sure Peter keeps dismissing what it’s telling him.

“It’s so annoying,” Peter’s saying. “I wish it would stop, would just shut up already. It’s like this constant thing lately, sort of fading in and out but almost always there, but not a single thing has happened!”

Oh, that’s really, really not great. Almost always? In and out? How long will it take before Peter starts to realize it’s linked to Quentin?

No. No, he can fix this. He can nip this in the bud, before Peter has even a hint of suspicion. Peter’s already trying to ignore it, already annoyed by it. Quentin can use that.

“Maybe it’s just confused?” Quentin brings one knee up and rests his elbow on it, letting his arm dangle oh so casually. “After all,” he adds, “I’m hardly a bad thing, am I?”

Peter smiles, all that irritation gone in a second. “No!” he says. “Of course not! You’re like, the least bad thing that’s happened in a while.”

Quentin grins back at him. Yeah, keep thinking that, kid. “Well that’s a relief!” he says. “How finely tuned is this thing anyway? Could something have… I don’t know, damaged it? Hmm, screwed up its baseline, maybe? How do you even recalibrate it?”

“I have no clue,” Peter says. “I mean, it’s not like I can’t really test it or fix it or whatever. It’s practically useless now.”

Perfect; he wants Peter distrusting this sense. Wants him not thinking about it at all, avoiding the topic entirely— ah.

If he can get Peter thinking his damaged sense has something to do with the fights he’s been in, these bigger battles, that would be ideal. Peter’s already trying hard not to think about those; tie this sense to them as well, and he’ll just have even more reason to avoid both

“Could something have overloaded it?” Quentin asks. “Just completely swamped it, and it hasn’t recovered yet? If it got used to there being danger nonstop, on all sides, maybe it can’t stand down.”

“…maybe?” Peter says. “But I don’t know what would have caused that, or even when. It doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

What.

Really, Quentin thinks, really? Peter can’t think of anything that would fit? Why wouldn’t he think of that? “Nothing?” he says, quietly.

Peter frowns. Takes a moment, and when he opens his mouth, Quentin is almost sure he’s made the connection; but Peter hesitates. Shrugs. “Not anything that’s like, major or a big deal or anything,” he says.

Does Peter— has he really managed to convince himself that all the fighting he’s done is nothing? Or at least, been trying to, because that hesitation says a lot.

He should have expected this, with the way Peter’s consistently downplayed himself so far. He really should have, but somehow it still annoys him. No wonder Peter isn’t willing to admit how scared and screwed up he is, if he thinks he’s completely overreacting to ‘no big deal’.

“Well,” Quentin says, and he’s watching Peter carefully. He doesn’t know quite how this will hit. “You were at war, on a battlefield. More than once, even. That can really mess you up in all kinds of ways.” Remember, Peter, he thinks. Remember that you were hurt, that there’s a good reason to be scared. To run.

“I— that—” Peter stares at him. “I wasn’t in a war,” he says. Dammit. Looks like downgrading it in his head is exactly what Peter’s been doing, and that is exactly the opposite of what Quentin wants.

“No? What would you call it?” Quentin asks, raising an eyebrow. He pushes himself more upright, uncrossing his legs. “It sounded a lot like war to me.”

Peter shakes his head, fingers crushing the leaf he’s been playing with. “It was just a fight,” he says, strained. “That’s all!”

A fight. Just a fight, like it was nothing more than a little spat, was nothing at all. Has someone been telling him this, reinforcing it? Fury, maybe, or even Tony before that?

He knows Fury wants Peter to think he can handle things, but has he also been trying to convince him that what he’s been through so far was small enough Peter should have been able to handle it? Should be able to handle the aftereffects? That he shouldn’t be upset about it, that he’s overreacting?

That’s not good; Quentin doesn’t need Peter doubting he can handle things. He needs Peter to be certain he can’t, and more, that it’s perfectly normal. Acceptable. Not something horribly selfish at all.

“Peter,” he says, “it wasn’t just a fight.”

“It was! It was just one— it wasn’t a war!”

“It wasn’t— Peter,” Quentin says, and sighs. “It was a lot more than that. You’ve been dragged from fight to fight to fight the past couple of years, without anyone helping you after; from what I hear, you really could have used some after that thing upstate.”

He huffs, too sharp to be a real laugh. “And that’s just what I know of,” he adds. “I’m not stupid enough to assume that’s everything.”

Peter sucks in a sharp breath, his hands fisted on his thighs. Blinks, and then looks at Quentin intently, his brow furrowed. “How do you even know about that? About— about other fights?”

“I spent some time talking with Fury,” Quentin says. “He wasn’t big on details, but I got enough that I can fill them in on my own. I’m willing to bet he doesn’t even know every fight you’ve been in, though I’m sure he’d like me to think so.”

He’d been talking with Janice, more like. God, she’d been such a find; seething about having had Tony himself be an ass to her, more than once, but willing to stay where she was to pass things on. She’d had access to so much confidential information, and every time SI and SHIELD decided to bury another thing, shift the blame and throw money at it until it all went away—for them, at least—she’d gotten a little more resentful.

It’s true that they might not have the finer details—it drives him nuts how sparse the info about whatever it was that crashed SI’s plane into the beach is—but he has enough to know that Peter’s been involved time and time again.

“Oh,” Peter says, looking down, losing some of his ire. “You probably didn’t hear much good, I bet. But— it doesn’t matter if it was more than one fight, cause they were all different. All like, spread out and about other stuff. It’s still not war.”

“What do you think war is, then?” Quentin asks, actually curious.

“I don’t, uh. War is… more?” Peter stumbles along, and he’s being incredibly stubborn about this. “More than that, than any of those. Worse. Way worse. You don’t— you weren’t there, you don’t know what it was really like. It wasn’t like that.”

“I think,” Quentin says dryly, “I have a pretty good idea of what war is.”

Peter looks absolutely horrified. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he says. “God, I didn’t mean— I’m sorry, I didn’t think— I just, just meant that you were in a war. In a real, horrible, endless one and this…” He shudders. “These were just fights. It’s not the same, it’s not anywhere near as bad.”

“I’m so sorry,” Peter says. Looks at Quentin and then drops his head into his hands, knees coming up as he curls in on himself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry Quentin, I didn’t mean…”

This is really not what he was going for. Shit, he shouldn’t have said it like that; Peter’s too sensitive for him to be even a little sharp.

Quentin sighs, very softly, though he’s sure Peter still catches it. Pushes himself up onto his feet and walks over to Peter, who doesn’t even look up. “I know you didn’t mean it like that,” Quentin says. “It’s okay, Peter.”

Peter just shakes his head a little; Quentin thinks of sighing again but—somehow—manages to restrain himself. He sits down next to Peter, his back against the tree.

“War doesn’t have to go for a long time to be real,” he says, not looking at Peter. “It doesn’t have to drag on and on for it to still be awful, for it to still affect you,” and Jesus, he’s had to hear shit along those lines so many times. Had to sit there and listen to people be told over and over that what happened to them is worth being fucked up over.

Even if it isn’t. There’s a lot of reasons he never opened his mouth at those meetings, and his disgust at everyone else was the biggest. What a waste of time.

Well. Maybe not. It did give him the material to work Peter over.

“It doesn’t have to be some huge, dramatic battle to qualify,” Quentin says. “It still counts. Pretending it doesn’t doesn’t get it out of your head.” Come on, he thinks, let it be bad, be a nightmare. Admit that there’s a good reason, a real reason, for you to be scared, and then you can back down without shame. Come on, Peter.

“It doesn’t feel like it should count,” Peter says, a bit muffled, head still in his hands. “It wasn’t— lots of people have dealt with so much worse. Something like this, it’s not— it’s not an excuse for, for…”

He doesn’t finish that thought, but Quentin doesn’t need him to. An excuse, hmm? He turns his head toward Peter, just a bit. “Why don’t you want to call it a war?”

Peter lifts his head, arms sliding down to cross across his chest. “Why does it matter to you what I call it?” he asks, and there’s a hint of sharpness in there. Maybe even anger. “Why do you even care if I admit— if I think it’s a war?”

Nice little slip there; isn’t that interesting. Peter does know it was more than a few little fights. He knows, he’s just trying as hard as he can to pretend otherwise. Trying to redirect, as usual, turning the question back on Quentin. Why does it matter, Peter wants to know, and there are so many answers Quentin could give.

It matters because you need to see yourself as badly damaged. Because you need to acknowledge that this is something huge and overwhelming and frightening. Because I need you to start accepting what I say as right, start accepting me as an authority. I need you to not question me.

So many reasons, and he can’t tell Peter any of them. Ugh.

He turns further toward Peter. “Because I think you’re doing yourself a disservice,” Quentin says, tightly, irritation rising up in him. “When you sit there and insist that it’s nothing more than a little fight, when you play it off like it’s nothing— you’re devaluing what you did, and that’s wrong.”

“Don’t act like what you went through, what you did, doesn’t count,” Quentin says, and Peter’s looking over at him, startled. “That it wasn’t brave as hell, and terrifying as hell too.”

Peter stares, his eyes very wide. “I— it’s not like I did more than anyone else there. Than, than anyone else would have.”

“It sounds like you did more than enough,” Quentin says. “And— it doesn’t matter, Peter. It still messes you up. War fucks everyone up. Maybe it didn’t go on long enough for it to really warp your thinking, your morals or empathy or capacity to even feel, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t damage you.”

Peter jerks, sitting up straighter. “I’m not damaged!”

For fuck’s sake.

Quentin has to dig deep for a bit more patience. “Sure you are. Hey, Peter— wait,” he says, watching as Peter shuts down all over again, hurt. “That’s not bad, kid. It’s not an insult. It’s just… you gotta admit that before you can get better.”

Or not, if Quentin gets his way; admitting it might lead to Peter actually getting over his fear and stepping up. But with Quentin around, guiding him along? Peter’s never going to take that admission as anything other than a personal failure.

As just another reason he can’t, and someone else should.

“I don’t know,” Peter mutters. “It doesn’t feel like it should count.”

Quentin watches him for a minute. Leans in, his shoulder bumping against Peter’s. “You’d agree that I’ve been in war, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“And that I’m able to judge what is and isn’t war. Right?”

Peter can be smart, sometimes. He sees where this is going. Sighs. “Yeah,” he says.

“Will you—” Quentin pauses, waits until Peter is looking at him. “Can you trust me here, and believe that I mean it when I say what you went through was war?”

Peter blinks, his eyes dropping. He’s silent, and Quentin can feel the muscles of his arm moving as Peter fiddles with something out of sight. “I’ll think about it,” Peter says, which is not quite the response Quentin was hoping for. Still, it’s not another denial. Baby steps.

“I’ll— maybe,” Peter says. “I guess you would know, even if you weren’t there.”

“You should listen to me,” Quentin agrees, leaning a little harder against Peter. “I do know!”

You should listen to me, and only me, he thinks. We’ll get you there, kid.

Peter huffs softly, pushing back against Quentin’s shoulder. “Maybe,” but he’s smiling faintly.

Quentin smiles back; he can accept a maybe, for now.

He’ll get a yes soon enough.