#seriously proximity drives me SO insane it's like

[figurativepieceoftrash]

In the most insane motivation purgatory for Proximity because on the one hand I think maybe three people and a piece of lint are actively invested in it but on the other it is simultaneously a passionate and entirely earnest love letter to everything I want but have never received from a bnha fanfic and an extremely aggressive and unreserved critique of the tropes I hate

I daydream about its completion on the daily but at the same time am so painfully aware that each update will receive the attention of a single blade of grass in a flower garden that my brain will not allow me to work on it for more than three minutes a week :/

The pain of having unpopular preferences bites me in the ass yet again

[readychilledwine]

💜 Get to know me 💜

I figured this is a little overdue. I just wanted to introduce myself a little:

The personal real life things:

My name is Elizabeth, and I'm 27. (Old for the fanfiction writing world to some, the perfect age to others.) My friends call me Liz. I've been reading fanfiction since the dark day of Quizilla, and I've been writing it since high school, so over 10 years.

It started with me writing it for my friends and adding them into stories to allow them to live out their fantasies with characters they loved and adored. After a pretty serious car accident that left me bedridden for over a month last year, I started writing it for me for escapism. The number of stories hidden in my Google Drive is insane, lovelies.

I recently started posting due to my pregnancy, which, according to my partner, only happened because I wouldn't stop reading fairyporn, on here and in books. Fairyporn he now also reads (blows on nails before cleaning them on my shirt.) Due to pregnancy, I've been home more after making the choice to switch my hours at work to allow us to adapt and prep for the arrival of our little.

The stories and writing

I consider myself part of several Fandoms and would take requests for any of the following:

✨️ Lord of the Rings / The Tolkien Universe

✨️ACOTAR and the SJM Universe

✨️Harry Potter

✨️The Bargainer Series

✨️Game of Thrones / House of Dragons

✨️ The Witcher Series

✨️ Percy Jackson

✨️ The MCU

Please just keep in mind, we may not like the same characters, so I cannot promise a mind blowing adventure for every sutuation. I will post a characters I love writing for breakdown in each Fandom if asked for enough.

I will write the following

🥵 smut (please see rules)

❤️ Fluff

🥺 Angst

🥰 platonic relationships

Tropes I ADORE

🥰 Fated Mates

🥰 Grumpy Sunshine

🥰 Mutual Pinning

🥰 Enemies to Lovers

🥰 Friends to Lovers

🥰 Slow. Mother fing. Burn

🥰 Second Chance Romance

🥰 Revenge F

Tropes I dislike (but am open to writing)

😑 forced proximity or marriage

😑 one bed (seriously. Imagine. You've been traveling for hours. No food. No rest. No shower. You're fucking exhausted. You aren't banging the person laying with you. I'm sorry but you're not.)

😑 damsel/daddy in distress

😑 pregnancy

Tropes I absolutely will NOT write:

😞 bully turned lover

😞 step siblings/parent trope

😞 minors in grooming situations

😞 changing sexual preferences due to a bad experience

😞 Tropes relating to me making a known character cheat with my OC/Reader characters - I will write my fake character being cheated on, though

😞 Too dumb to live (I do not like using females as plot points for male characters)

Rules regarding smut

✔️ I will not write smut for characters who are underage in the universe they reside in. Meaning, I won't be feeding the Percy Jackson lovers, Harry Potter Lovers, or some cannon GOT/HOTD lovers smut. I am personally uncomfortable aging up characters for the sole purpose of making a smut scene for them. I do not care if the actor playing them was 18+. Daniel Radcliffe may have been 22 in the last Harry Potter film, but Harry was 17 at the beginning. I am more than happy to do romance with underage characters, though.

✔️ I do not have many kinks I consider hard boundaries, but I will not write water sports, scat play, or anything of that nature. Most other things are fair game. I am active in the kink scene, lovelies. If I haven't played with a kink you'd like written, I have a friend who probably has and will help me. Send me those anonymous messages, and let's bring your fantasy to writing.

✔️ I will write monster fics

✔️ I will write orgies, 3somes, 4somes, all the somes, swapsomes

✔️ I will write ff/mf/ffm/mmf, I will not write mm, simply because I am a female and have not watched two males doing the deed just the two of them. I'd want to do the piece justice and I have no rights to write an emotion/feeling/stimulation I wouldn't understand or have experience with

✔️ I will write dub/con and dark sexual fantasy

Am I open to taking requests?

Do you have a specific question?

Ask me 💜

[skribblz]

YO YO YOOOO HOW U DOIN BEEN A BIT HOPE UR TRIP WENT WELL >:DDDDDDD

AnYwaYs I gots a lil thing for u :D

✨tadaaaaaaaa✨ *jazz hands* it’s

T h e m

Anywaysss I hope u like it I tried to finish it for Christmas but obviously my slow butt and suffering with senkus hair postponed that so apologies for how late it is butttt

Happy late crimis skribz ur frickin amazing and wonderufl and u better not forget it >:D <3

i am LITERALLY OBSESSED MY GOD YOU DID SO GOOD AS ALWAYS

they HOLDINF HANDS the PROXIMITY the SUPPORT they are made for eachother <3 <3 <3

you talented beautiful scallywag good god my mind is racing bc its THEM but also seriously the amount youve improved since last month??? its like in december you decided to go crazy insane and just bust out some of the most scrumptious art just bc you can. the moment i laid my eyes on this masterpiece i was like “OMG ART- ART OF THEM IN GHOST’S STYLE AND 👀👀👀👀👀 WH O A” man you are thriving, your poses are getting more fluid and the subtle details, like the slight turn of gen’s head is so delicious to look at. like holy sheet you drew their bodies so well??? you trace them or smth???? 🤨🤨🤨 nah jk you’d never do that, but really, i just feel your recent pieces have gotten more confident and just leveled up in a way??? and i just hope that youre proud of yourself and know that all those back breaking, neck cracking, and shrimp posture hours are paying off. (tho plz, sit up straight i am begging you i dont wanna hear no 3892927th “i think that was the loudest crack i made :D” like this aint no competition?????) but yeah anyways i really need to drive home the fact that youre amazing, your progress is amazing, and how lovely of a person you are. i feel like a proud parent, my heart is soaring, this is all your fault 😤 fly high mcchild

okay that last part was weird but its late so whatever

merry crisis chrisler chismis and god plz give us a happy new year for once we’ve had enough thanks

and tysm for thinking of me even when i go mia for a random amount days :’)

i cant stop scrolling up to stare at them nsjdjsksksjsnssn they are so cute- i am aggressively cradling this art rn im going feral

[taumoebaa]

Finished reading the chapter. My lungs feel like rocks rn. My heart is broken. An entire fic populated into my head as I stared at the wall processing the chapter. I will never recover.

There it was—an empty space by her side—the space I was meant to occupy. This space was reserved for me; her shadow, her guard. I needed to reach out to her, needed her next to me, immediately.

I don't even know where to start. As one does with time loop fics, I ponder the ramifications of changing the course of history by saving Liam.

He didn't die, therefore his life thread continues. He didn't die, therefore Sloan is not so wounded and bitter. He didn't die, therefore he developed feelings for Violet and she for him. (let's be real) He didn't die, therefore he and Ridoc were able to become friends in their mutual concern for Violet, and Ridoc is obviously quite happy to be in Liam's proximity. (who wouldn't)

He didn't die, and it changed everything.

He didn't die, and it changed him.

What are the differences between the life he could have had, versus the life Violet stole for him? She straight ripped him out of fate's hands, and how does that impact Liam as a person, though he has no conscious understanding of the act? Does it tie his soul to hers in a way that neither of them realize? Does his blood thrum with some divine need to balance the scales? Does dragon magic require a tit for tat? Is his love real, or is it just an illusion brought on by forces he has no understanding of?

Does it even matter? Can we not just settle into some ravenous urge that he feels to please and care for Violet, and just let it happen? She tried so hard to save her golden boy, twice, and doesn't she deserve a little worship?

Her time loop signet basically makes her a god in my opinion, and I love how you effortlessly write the draw she has, even Jack seems compulsive in his obsession with her. And it feels natural, though no one else understands why they sense her otherworldliness.

Anyways, this was THE BEST chapter I've read in a long time. You remain my favorite Fourth Wing writer. You inspire me.

I had to sit down and re-read this a couple times just to process everything but I'm dying. DYING. Over your take on the chapter.

He didn't die, therefore he developed feelings for Violet and she for him. (let's be real)

This here is so important to me. I needed the reason for Liam catching feelings to be related to her signet. Like all this would've never happened if Violet hadn't grown in some way.

Does it tie his soul to hers in a way that neither of them realize? Does his blood thrum with some divine need to balance the scales? Does dragon magic require a tit for tat? Is his love real, or is it just an illusion brought on by forces he has no understanding of?

On this, I wanted Liam's attaction to her to be incredibly un-divine. The juxtaposition between Vi/Xaden vs Vi/Liam is something I think about a lot. Like. In my mind, Violet and Xaden and bonded in life, in an almost 'fated' way. There's a forced proximity because of Tairn and Sgaeyl. But in this story, the Liam/Vi relationship only exists because Vi has literally fought for his life against all odds. So in a sense, Xaden/Vi exists because of some divine fate, but Liam/Vi exists in spite of fate.

So to hopefully answer your questions, Liam's realisation of his love for Vi is very much a result of the way she's changed because of the time loops. Because she learned to be understanding of secrets and the war, and because she learned to accept a bit of caretaking from him. I need their attraction to be real and romantic in a very un-magical way, forged through Violet's brute force, and existing only in the 0.000001% of alternate timelines.

Do I sound insane? Yes. Probably. This fic is driving me insane.

She tried so hard to save her golden boy, twice, and doesn't she deserve a little worship?

Seriously. And he!! Doesn't even!! Know!! I love a selfless tragedy.

Anyways, this was THE BEST chapter I've read in a long time.

Every time I think a chapter is about to be a flop, it's nice to know that at least one person out there enjoys it!! And this is a bit off-topic, but I can't believe how you slept on your latest Service Dog Johnny chapter, and talked about struggling with his characterisation, only to put out the best communication and care I've read in a smut fic in forever. The way you write dialogue and realism inspires me to step up my game 😤😤

[kamiversee]

okay, i breathed.

holy shit kami.

first of all, “a tinge of angst” is a MAJOR understatement. my heart was pounding, my head was reeling, and my knuckles were turning white from gripping my phone. YOU KILL ME, KAMI.

i always understood the Gojo delulu, but holy shit. i’m sure this isn’t the last time we’ll run into him, but the way that last kiss felt so permanent made my heart shatter. THIS MOTHERFUCKER SAID HE’D THINK ABOUT KIDNAPPING THE READER and you have the audacity to write him so well that i was okay with it for a brief moment so long as it meant that we’d still have him around 😭😭

that Sukuna passage was ominous from beginning to end 🥹 something is coming and i know i’m not ready for it. just talking to him gave me major anxiety again. it was like a reminder that while the list is over, the consequences of that list are still revealing itself. i’m overanalyzing that whole passage to see what it could be foreshadowing to. i have a few ideas, but every one of them is making me go crazy. oh my fucking god. while the Sukuna scenes have been so great, considering his relation to Choso i’m slightly going insane from the possibility (guarantee?) that Choso will find out about this. UGHHHHHHH

speaking of Choso… that motherfucker. Kami i don’t know if i mentioned it before, but i wasn’t a Choso girly before your fic came along. i never even watched JJK. to me, this is my JJK LMAO. but the amount of parallels from what the reader is currently experiencing with Choso with what Choso is now making the reader go through is karma not giving our girl a break 😭😭 if this ends up with Choso pulling a “there’s someone else” i think i’m going to bite off a piece of drywall 😭😭😭😭😭 CHOSO I’M ROOTING FOR YOU!! WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU!!!!

also you’re revealing red flags in me that i never realized before bc why was i jealous over Choso’s interaction with Yuki 🥲 it makes no sense bc like… Yuki is so fine. i’d usually be like “FORGET CHOSO, I WANT HER” (i’m still kinda like that hehe) but the fact that they’re hanging out makes me civisjndjdjcjdnfbdbvbennfjenf AAAAAA. like yeah, he has a point when he mentions how he’s not tied down in a relationship, but holy shit. Choso feels like the reader’s karma that she lowkey doesn’t deserve since the situation has been out of her hands from the beginning 😭 KAMIIIIIIIIII

the cliffhanger. i’m about to rip out my hair. KAMI PLEEEAAAAASE WHO?????? A CRUMB OF A HINT. JUST A CRUMB. THAT WAY I CAN AT LEAST HAVE AN IDEA OF WHO I’M GOING TO GO IN A SPIRAL OVER FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS. the fucking possibilities 😭😭 the thing that would kill me considering the mention of the nightclub proximity my brain was immediately like “oh god, Nanami???” but i was also like “hold on… Naoya…” but then i remembered that the reader met Naoya at a bar and not a nightclub (and he doesn’t seem like the type to be at a café 😭). KAMI YOU’RE DRIVING ME INSANE AND YOU HAVE ME JUMPIN TO ALL SORTS OF THEORIES AAAAAAAAA

- ☃️

Gotta be one of my fav anons fr, I seriously love these long rants sm😩😩

ALRIGHT LETS UNPACK

Hi my name is Kami & welcome to my podcast😉

Lol jkjk, honestly I didnt think the angst was tht bad?😭 There were no tearssss but I SUPPOSE I’ll change the warning😔

Guys Sukuna’s just a silly lil guy, I gotta include everyone again SOMEHOW before the story ends y’know😹

As for the Choso & Yuki situation…

ANYWAYS !!

Guys I promise the person tht she sees isn’t tht bad💀 well, it can be but uhhhhhh yeah lemme shut ip before I spoil everything😭

Like ik the cliffhanger is spooky bc like… it’s me writing it BUT BUT it’s nothing y’all needa worry abt fr

TRUST ME !! Do NOT trust me

[zerokissingbooth]

every number but with gepard or sam drake or both, up to you

EVERY NUMBER? ARE YOU INSANE???? ok well im not listing out the questions here's the original post

gepard

forehead kisses,,, to me he's like 6'4" and i'm almost a whole foot shorter than him so it's more convenient for forehead kisses!!

hmm... neck kisses...

definitely soft and tender. his desperate kisses are just as gentle.

he likes spooning but i think when it's been a bit or he's having a rough patch he likes resting his head on my chest.. comfort in proximity

hugs from behind esp in the morning... sleepy where he hides his face in my hair as he wakes up

pancake.. likes the size different and he feels more like he has security in the hand hold :)

ideally he'd want to go to fancy places just bc i think that's how he was raised to treat a partner, but he prefers actually cooking instead!! he likes servicing :-)

accidentally keeps the relationship a secret.. he just doesn't want people to bother me !!

back massages. 100%.

he would only say "i love you" in serious moments or before going off to work with the guards... he takes the phrase very seriously (vs me who says it every other 5 sentences)

he either calls me by name or 'dear' / 'love'

just simple hand holding in public :) he probably gets a little flustered if someone makes a joke about PDA

stay at home most of the time... a nice home-made meal and something to watch is probably his ideal but he wouldn't hate a night out

both of these suggestions sound bad to me he could just take me to a cabin up in the mountains and keep me warm during the snowfall

he would have it ingrained in his head it has to be fancy so it probably would be... not loud and flashy but it definitely screams that gepard had a budget to splurge a little LOL

i think gepard would not want kids just bc fear of dying on the field and not coming back home + past trauma from his own parents mistreating him and his siblings creating a fear of 'what if i do that'... but he'd be a great uncle :)

he's demiromantic to me so it'd def be a slowburn on his half... me however i think i would have called him archangel gabriel as a pickup line and then leave out of embarrassment

he tries to maintain space in bed but he cuddles in his sleep LOL... he gives up after 3 weeks of waking up with some of my hair in his mouth

GIFTING FLOWERS 100% they're flowers he did his damnest to raise well and he's so excited about them being well grown for once

he also would value anniversaries a lot... not like huge events but makes a nicer meal than normal and buys nice wine for the night

ok i'm putting sam under the cut so it's not cluttering

sam drake

nose kisses. hes a freak

thigh kisses.. he is a freak and likes seeing me get flustered / stubbornly call him a jackass

heavy and passionate. bro was in jail for 13-15 years, he's gonna do his best to step up his game and i am the poor victim to be tested on

SPOONING!!! spooning!!!

hugs from behind bc he's a horndog but also likes the intimacy :-)

waffle!! he likes squeezing his fingers into my hand and vice versa

take-out dinners but he wouldn't be opposed for a quick run to a hole-in-the-wall

would brag to everyone like a smartass because he somehow still has game even though he was stuck in jail for like a decade

back massages also! type of dude to moan when you get to a knot in his back

says "i love you" pretty often too. since he is technically a criminal he doesn't want to risk missing the chance to say it

lots and llots of petnames... 'sweet heart' and 'pretty boy' are top of the list followed by my name and 'dear'

dude is casual pda core. arm over the shoulder, hand in my back pocket while we walk, maybe arm around my waist and keeping me close

cheap out on the town dates!! throwing rocks at cans and drinking in his shitty car or driving around on his motorbike

his ideal honeymoon is going on another treasure hunt. yes it would be to an island but hes bringing rope climbing gear picks and flashlights we are GOING to find something

definitely casual but intimate. closest friends and family only..

he does NOT want kids bro is emotionally stunted and is happy enough just being cassie's uncle

love at first sight on his side bc he's a sucker for stubborn idiots (me)

he likes both, but enjoys cuddling more. gets lonely and yearning when he has no body to sleep next to yknow

he wouldn't gift either but instead probably more antique vintage items... "hey i got you this rare 15th century snuff box" "where did you steal it from" "well."

yes but he doesn't make a show of it. treats it more like a private day alone with me, probably more into lazing in privacy and really cementing the fact he is in love

[likeastarstar]

Headcannon No. 6

Something strange was happening with Yoongi.

You noticed it when he turned 29- a gravitational shift that changed even the way he stood. Or maybe it was his shoulder surgery that made him so different.

Either way- it was a problem.

"You think you're hot shit," You taunted, jabbing Yoongi in the pec with a sharp finger.

He laughed, hand smoothing over the area over his silky black shirt. You frowned, staring at his chest for a little too long. The top two buttons were undone, exposing milky skin to your very interested eyes. When had his pecs been so....full?

See? This was the problem. Suddenly, it was like Yoongi entered a new level of sexy, hot, terrifyingly beautiful and absolutely was aware of his own perfection. It was driving you insane, which was a problem since you're not allowed to think about him that way.

You were with him constantly- he was your best friend. When did he have time to grow boobs? You inspected him closely, eyeing the tightness of his shirt around his biceps, the slimness of his waist, the thickness of his neck and the way a vein on the side bulged when he tilted his head at you the way he was now with an amused, knowing smirk on his face.

Your eyes widened when you realized he noticed how affected you were by his appearance, unable to stop yourself from internally fawning over the jet black hair flopping his eyes. The smirk on his face only grew, his eyebrows quirking up slightly, "You good?"

You blushed, nodding awkwardly, "W-Why did you bring me here?"

"Because it's our hotel room," He answered plainly, "We have to share- remember? I need you to be my alarm clock, you can't seriously expect me to wake myself up on time, can you?"

It was a bullshit excuse- so clearly fake that it made you laugh. You had nothing to do in Las Vegas besides hang out with Yoongi, watch the scammys from the hotel room, and watch the concerts from the stage wings. You liked this, getting an all expense paid trip abroad with your best friend, but still- you felt something unsettled in your chest, something that wanted...

More?

He turned on his heels, throwing his suit jacket on the bed you had shared so platonically the night before. How had you managed that? Yesterday, you didn't have a single impure thought about him. What changed in a day?

Something strange was happening with you too.

"Are you sure you didn't bring me to coddle you after tonight?" You joked, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling a leg up, hugging it against your chest until your chin could rest upon your knee. You watched Yoongi shoot you an annoyed glance, grinning when he rolled his eyes.

"I couldn't give less of a shit about the grammys at this point," He mumbled, sitting next to you, hip almost touching yours.

"So you said during the live," You whispered, turning your head towards him. He was so close like this- you could smell the champagne on his breath and the citrusy scent of his cologne, leaning in for more of it- more of him.

More.

"So what do you give a shit about?" You teased, smiling slightly.

He grinned, shoulders shaking with a rickety laugh, "The concerts- ARMY, world peace, climate change. You."

"In that order?" You asked, snapping your eyes up to bore into his.

"Maybe a little jumbled around," He admitted, a hand resting on your knee. You shivered and leaned in closer, taking advantage of your proximity to memorize every fine line on his face, the grey hairs tucked behind his ears that weirdly enough ignited something in you and the rare shade of pink that made up his lips. "You're thinking about something."

"I'm thinking about-" You cut yourself off, a heat pooling in your belly. You said nothing, staring at his body instead.

"Fantasizing might be a better word," He offered, helping you along with an amused smile. You blanched and he sighed, thumb smoothing over your skin, "You said you watched the live? Did you see the performance?"

"Of course, I watch every time you do anything, you know that," You said quickly, "I'm very devoted."

"Oh, entirely," He agreed, humming happily like a cat purring. "What are your thoughts?"

I think I wanna fuck you.

He raised his eyebrows and you realized in a split second that you had thought aloud, slapping a hand over your mouth. He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, "I can tell."

"What do you mean 'you can tell'? You're so cocky, geez," You scoffed, you deep seeded need to pester Yoongi as you always do temporarily distracting from your embarrassment.

"Maybe- but you think I'm hot shit, so I guess that's alright, right?" He smirked, leaning impossibly close to you, "I said I care about you, friends give friends what they want. You wanna fuck me? Sure, I'll let you."

Could it really be that easy?

"Come on," He dared, puffy bottom lip brushing against yours in a way that made you brain white out. "You know you want more, don't you? Do it- touch me like you know you want to. Fuck me like you fantasize."

Your eyes snapped up to his, breathing labored and stuttering, spinning completely all out of control just because of the way he was looking at you,

Should you do it?

[xbunnybunz]

Sticky Situation [Wolf Keum X Reader]

Summary: You make the mistake of thinking Wolf Keum had any sense of fine-motor skill.

Genre: Romance, Humor

Author's Note: Sorry I was gone so long! I'm back in business people, and here's a cute little oneshot as penance. Thanks for the support, enjoy the read!

“Shit. Dammit. This thing is so fucking sticky!”

You lean closer to the mirror and nearly press your eyeball against it, peering at your lashline.

False eyelashes were hot and sexy until you had to take them off.

“Ah, I really cant afford to just rip it off again like last time. I lost 5 real eyelashes like that…” You mutter to yourself, brows furrowing.

You blink at your reflection and try grasping at the end of the lash, but the proximity makes it hard to focus and you fail miserably each time.

Just when your frustrations are mounting, you see Wolf sauntering into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye.

Perfect timing.

“Wolf? Can you come here for a sec?”

You’re still gouging at your eyes when he stalks over to your room, peering curiously at your hunched over form.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m trying to remove my false eyelashes. I got one off, but I can’t get a grip on the other one. Do you think you can help me?”

You straighten up and bat your lashes at him, attempting to use covert womanly charms to subdue him and accomplish your menial task. Unsurprisingly, it does not work given you looked like a one-eyed circus donkey.

“Holy fuck,” He snorts, his lip twitching upwards. “You look so dumb.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to the mirror. “Seriously? Eat shit.”

Wolf sighs and grabs your arm, pulling you closer.

“I was kidding. What do you need me to do?”

Your face flushes and you cough, tugging your arm away from him.

“Just… Grab the eyelash and peel it off.”

He places a large hand on your shoulder, leaning in the inspect the eyelash in question.

“Is that it?” His breath fans across your face, hot and warm.

You gulp.

“Y-yeah.”

His amber eyes narrow a bit, shuffling a bit closer now and you can’t help opposing his movements, shyly maintaining a modest distance.

“Hey, stop moving.” He mutters, then presses a palm against your back—to which you nearly have a stroke and die on the spot.

“Sorry.” You squeak, eyes diverted, counting the scratches on the hardwood floor.

He doesn’t respond, only furrowing his eyebrows in concentration.

“This one?” He points at the culprit and you nod, unable to speak without sounded hoarse.

“Alright, hold still.” He mumbles, moving his hand closer to your face and holy shit he is giving off so much warmth it’s driving you insane.

He presses the back of his hand against your cheek to angle your face towards the light, which also unfortunately means you’ve got front row tickets to Wolf Keum’s face.

You watch your own reflection in his glasses as he draws near, breath shaky and heartbeat pulsing in your throat.

You feel the faint sensation of fingers grazing your eyelashes and squeeze your eyes shut, unable to stare at him for much longer.

There’s a strange ripping sound as the eyelash detaches from your face.

“Fuck.” He hisses.

Your hand flies to your eye and all at once, the butterflies you felt in your stomach drop cold and dead to your feet.

“Oh my god, Wolf. What did you do?”

Wolf releases you, staring at the false and not-so-false eyelashes between his fingers with a mix of disgust and rapt fascination.

“I told you not to move, why’d you close your eyes?” He asks, but you refuse to answer him because of how stupid and embarrassing your thoughts had gotten the moment he laid hands on you.

“Oh, forget it.” You stutter.

You feel at your eyes. “Is it bad?”

He looks at you and his expression is all the incentive you need to rush frantically to the mirror, clutching at it like it’ll give you your eyelashes back.

“Oh, hell no.”

Wolf carefully approaches and sticks the false eyelash to your cheek.

“I’m… Gonna go now.”

He sneaks off as you stare at your reflection.

Hey, look on the bright side. This means more false eyelashes and more of whatever the fuck that was, right?

[mylovelies-docx]

Power Over Me - Chapter 3

“Okay.”

“Okay?” you question. This was not the response you thought you were going to get from him.

“Yeah, I don’t mind that they think we’re together,” Bucky says with a shrug. “It’ll keep random people from asking me for my number or to show them a ‘proper 40’s gentleman’.” Bucky scoffs at that last part. “I was too busy fighting a war in the 40’s to be a gentleman.”

“You’ve always been a gentleman, Buck,” you reassure him.

Bucky smirks at you and takes your hand in his to place a kiss to your knuckles. Your face burns and your heart gallops in your chest.

“Only for you, darlin’.”

You scoff feebly and pretend to wipe his kiss off on his shirt. He laughs and leans away.

“But seriously, Bucky,” you start again. “Does this really not bother you?”

“Not really, doll. I’d rather be dating you than anyone else,” he confesses. His eyes open wide and there’s something there you can’t quite read, but Bucky composes himself before you can comment.

“So,” he says as he stands up quickly, “let’s go on a lunch ‘date’. I’m starving.”

He’d rather date me? You think happily to yourself. You’re elated for a split second until you realize he probably means he’d rather the tabloids pair you two together than shove him with a random celebrity.

Your heart twinges at the thought, but you like having Bucky in your life, so any excuse to be together more often is fine by you.

“Where are we going?” you ask as Bucky grabs your arm and helps you to your feet like he’s been doing since your mission. You both make your way towards the basement and his motorcycle. It’s a nice day, so a ride around the city sounds wonderful.

“How about that little diner with the original jukebox?” Bucky says before helping you onto the back of his bike and pulling a helmet down over your head.

“Buck.”

“What?” he says as he settles down in front of you and kicks the bike to life.

“You complain every time we go there. You hate their burgers.” You wrap your arms around his waist and set your chin on his shoulder.

He nods his head in a non-committal way. “Yeah, but their shakes are somethin’ else.”

He taps your wrist with his fingers, signaling for you to clasp your hands together and hold on tight. He revs the engine and you go flying down the compound’s driveway.

***

Over the next week and a half, Bucky takes you out more than normal. You often went out together anyway, but now his arm is constantly draped over your shoulders or he’s holding your hand. It feels amazing to be this close to him, but it hurts something fierce to know it isn’t real.

You’re both in a quiet bookstore, browsing around for some new reads. You’re in the juvenile fiction section because you need the uncomplicated ‘kids on an adventure’ kind of feelings to distract you from your ‘fuck, why does this hurt so much’ feelings.

Bucky never follows you into this section, as he prefers other genres, but he’s shuffling along behind you and keeping a finger in your back belt loop. He’s been so touchy lately that it’s driving you insane.

He’s always so close that you can feel his body heat, but you can’t reach out and hold him in the way you want to. Because this all means something different for you than it does to him. He’s so calm and relaxed, like holding you doesn’t affect him, and it breaks your heart because you feel the burn of his skin against yours long after you return home.

You’re reading the back of a pretty green and pink novel that you’re probably going to buy when the only stranger in your aisle crosses over to the next shelf. “You can let go of me and look for books that you wanna read, Buck. I know you don’t like these,” you murmur.

“I’m fine right where I’m at, sugar,” he says as he pulls you closer together. You close your eyes and enjoy the proximity for a moment before wiggling away.

“Seriously, Bucky. No one’s here to see us right now -- you can stop pretending for a moment. Go find you something interesting.” You don’t look at him while you say this, so you don’t notice the hurt on his face as you pull away from him.

“Yeah, okay,” he whispers, and walks off towards the Classics section.

You sigh and continue browsing.

***

Dr. Cho clears you for duty again, so you’re ready and raring to go on this mission with Nat, Clint, and Sam that just came up.

You’re packing up and checking out your weapons when Bucky walks into the armory. He starts grabbing up grenades and a launcher, along with some other explosives. It’s heavy-duty stuff he’s grabbing for his own mission, and this worries you.

“You sure you don’t want me to come along?” you ask. “Wanda can always cover for me. Nat might be mad, but if you need help I’ll be there.”

You’ve turned away from your shelf of weapons to watch him load up. Armor, gun holsters, and sheathed knives cover his body as he continues to load up. He glances over to you with a smile.

“You worried about me, doll?” he teases.

“You and Steve together on a mission? Yeah, I’m worried. Dumb and Dumber of reckless decisions and self sacrifice.” You cross your arms and give him a look like he should know better.

His grin widens and he saunters over to you. His heavy frame stops in front of you and leans against the wall opposite. You’re staring each other down, and the distance between your bodies feels marked.

He hasn’t touched you since your last outing together at the bookstore, and you don’t know if that’s better or worse. Your body craves his touch, but your heart and head try to beat it into submission by reminding it that you and Bucky are not a couple. That none of it is real.

“Do you even know what our mission is?” Bucky asks you with a quirked eyebrow.

“No,” you pout. “But I’m sure I could figure it out by the time we get there.”

“Yeah?” he wonders. “It’s not a long trip.”

“You know how fast I catch on to things!” you defend.

“Uh huh,” he drawls. “You catch on real fast, doll.”

“Why are you patronizing me? Give me one example.” Your eyebrows are drawn together in frustration, but Bucky just sighs and smooths the crease with his thumb gently. The action releases the tension in your body, and you slump slightly forward and grab onto his outstretched arm to be closer to him.

You’ve decided that Bucky not touching you these last couple of days is a bad thing. The easy affection is something you’ve grown accustomed to even though it’s only been happening for less than a month.

“Don’t worry about it, doll.” The flesh hand that you grabbed slides out of your grip, only to entwine your fingers together. He lifts your hands to his lips and places a soft kiss. “Be careful, okay?” he pleads.

“Only if you are,” you retort.

He laughs a little and says, “Then I promise: not even a scratch.” He raises his metal arm and holds out his pinky. You smile and link your free pinky to his. “Same goes for you.”

“You got it, boss.”

Chapter 4

[dottiechan]

ICEBREAKER Pt. 1

Read on AO3 (link in bio)

Part 1 | Part 2&3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader x Hunter; Tech x Reader (platonic)

Wordcount: 2389

Summary: Tech watches on helplessly as his brothers' affection for you threaten to ruin the squad.

Warnings: cursing, yearning

You’re just as cold on the inside as the ice is under your boots. It crunches with every step you take, and your heart seems to beat along with the fall of your boots, aching. You feel unsteady, almost enough to miss the tracks running in the snow right in front of you. You pause and crutch down, gloved fingers dipping into the indentations as you grumble to yourself. It’s not even your turn to scope out the area where you’re setting up camp, and besides, there is a literal tracking genius in your squad - it really shouldn’t be you who’s out here in the snow and ice, eyes straining against the blinding white of the planet, fingers freezing off as you set up perimeter alarms. And yet you just volunteered for the less than ideal task without explanation, not understanding your own decision either.

At least Tech offered to tag along, but you suspect he’s simply had enough of his brothers for a while. Not that you can blame him.

“Fascinating.”

You sigh, internally begging him to stop talking as you stand, abandoning the tracks after deciding they most likely belong to a lone whitefang. You have enough on your plate right now, with Hunter still being pissy and Crosshair avoiding you like the plague, and silence would be much more preferable right now to listening to one of Tech’s rambles.

“Did you know that this moon’s surface is almost entirely composed of water?”

“No.”

“Despite the subzero surface temperature, there are subsurface oceans underneath the ice that are warmed by the moon’s internal heat.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wish we could stay long enough for me to study the subsurface flora and fauna. There might be plants underneath the ice that-”

“Tech.”

“-that use chemosynthesis-”

“Tech!”

“What?”

He has the decency to look flustered, one hand gripping the datapad tightly, the other flying up to adjust his goggles as he peers up at you. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but sometimes you just can’t help it. Sometimes, the confinement of the Marauder is enough to turn you into a ticking time bomb, irritated by the slightest seemingly innocent things. And you’ve had more than just mere sparks to flare your temper as of late.

...

His rifle is spotless, and yet he’s still scrubbing it as if his life depended on it.

Maybe it does, because if he jumps up and lowers his guard for a second, he’s out the ship and off to find you and Tech. Maybe you’re a fool sometimes, a god damn nuisance, a person he still couldn’t grow used to, but you belong with them now, you’re theirs, you’re his, and that means something to him. You frustrate him beyond reason, and he often grows callous and agitated because he refuses to allow himself to feel the emotions you elicit from him whenever you’re near him.

Even now, on an ice planet, the mere thought of you infects him with a sweet, sweet jungle fever that knocks him off his feet.

And he’s supposed to be angry now, Crosshair reminds himself. After all, you almost gotten yourself killed on Bracca, and almost broke him in the process.

“They’ve been gone for too long,” Hunter grumbles as he paces up and down like a caged nexu craving to run free. But lately Crosshair began to suspect that he craves something else, someone else, and the thought has his throat tightening in jealousy. He’s been watching, and he convinced himself that he’d misread the signs until he saw the same agitation reflect in his brother’s eyes that he himself has to wrestle with every day.

If it ever came down to your choice, he knows he wouldn’t be it, and he hates living with this knowledge.

Hunter has all the things you seem to like - unlimited kindness, longing looks, smirks that turn a little too soft when directed at you, broad shoulders he caught you staring at more times than he can count. Deep down, he’s still hoping it will never come to you having to choose, but it’s impossible not to wish to be in the centre of your attention. You drive him insane, but you also make him want to commit and stop fighting and lay down his weapons for once in his god damn life.

“Relax. They’re probably fine.”

The screen to their left lights up, and Hunter rushes across the ship in long strides before exhaling in relief. “The proximity alarms are online. They should be heading back soon.”

Crosshair sucks in a breath, worried about seeing his own emotions sitting behind Hunter’s eyes as well.

...

You were assigned to assist the Bad Batch for an unspecified period of time some months ago. You’re a versatile field agent, specialising in both stealth and combat casualty care, one of the few volunteers who were qualified enough to join the GAR. Oh, and you’re also clearly mistrusted by your new squad as they flip out the very moment you risk yourself in the line of duty. You’re not stupid, you weighed the risks carefully, and you trusted your abilities to see you through the job unharmed.

But ever since the incident on Bracca, you’re given the cold shoulder by most on the squad, and for once, the scenery matches your mood.

And yet Tech deserves better than to be cut off like that. He deserves to be listened to, and appreciated as the good man he is. You’re friends, but in moments like these, you think you don’t deserve his friendship.

“Look, I’m... I’m sorry, okay? But right now, I have too much on my mind to think about, umm, chemo...”

“Chemosynthesis?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I think I understand,” he nods, satisfied with your half-assed apology for the time being as he goes back to scanning the vast icy desert stretching as far as the eye can see. The Marauder’s lights blink in the background, orange against the dark blue of the growing darkness that surrounds you. It’s like a beacon, a sign that promises warmth, and you gaze at it longingly until you remember that you’ll have to go back to Crosshair’s scowl and Hunter’s disapproving frown and Wrecker’s awkward little smiles. Somehow, the ice is preferable once more, and the snow that just began to fall in soft flakes is little more than a mild annoyance.

“Well, aside from a few distant life forms-”

“Whitefangs.”

“Yes, most likely whitefangs - aside from those, we should be quite safe inside the ship for tonight.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “You might be. I’m not the most popular with the squad right now, remember?”

“You are a valued addition,” Tech declares, and the certainty in his voice releases inside you the emotional equivalent of a sucker punch. All you can do is stand, and fight the sting of tears in your eyes. You’re confident, but you never in your wildest dreams imagined how difficult it would be to live up to the expectations of a special unit. You also know your worth, but it’s hard to keep on believing in yourself steadfastly when the rest of your squad doubts your every move. “Which is why the prospect of losing you elicits a rather severe emotional reaction in us. It is rare for regs to warm up to us as well as you have, let alone volunteers. Aside from the obvious tactical disadvantage losing you would mean, I believe it is a little more personal than that.”

...

Hunter knows something is off even before one of the alarms is triggered - whatever it is, it is within five clicks of the ship, making you and Tech plenty exposed before he could do anything. He was straining his ear simply to keep you all safe - so what if he accidentally heard your muffled voice, or the soft crunch of snow underneath your boots?

But now is not the time to be idle, and he knows it. He would never forgive himself if something happened to his squad. And to you, he corrects himself almost softly as he grabs his helmet and checks his weapons quickly. Despite the fact that he’s still angry about your previous carelessness, he cannot deny the forbidden yearning coiling in his stomach whenever you’re on his mind, making him just as nervous as hopeful. And to be fair, it happens more and more often as of late, which is both alarming and exciting as he never thought he’d ever have the luxury to feel this way about someone else. Sure, he knows love, he loves his brothers with all his heart even if he isn’t very vocal about it, but this is different. New, scary, exciting different, an effervescent and persevering tingling blinding all his senses.

Crosshair is beside him in less than a second, rifle in hand, silent, and they share a nod before lowering the ramp and rushing out into the freezing dusk.

When he picks up on your muffled voice, he seems to ignore everything as he breaks into a sprint towards you, hoping to reach you in time before you’re in danger. He almost misses the way Crosshair’s heartbeat picks up, the usually stoic man reeking with genuine worry as he looks through the scope of his rifle.

He can deal with this later, Hunter promises himself as he pushes down this uncomfortable feeling. But then he sees you and Tech, and he seems to forget about anything and everything - you have that unfortunate and awfully distracting effect on him.

...

“But Hunter yelled at me for being reckless for a solid hour. And Crosshair said he didn’t care if I wanted to get myself killed, but I should do it in a way that didn’t interfere with the mission. Seriously, what an asshole.”

“Nevermind what they actually say,” Tech waves his hand in mild annoyance. “Hunter was worried sick. Crosshair almost went after you. And they’re both too pigheaded to admit the real reason why they’re so worked up.”

“Which is?”

“Obviously they both view you as a potential romantic partner.”

There’s a moment of pause as you two stare back at one another before you snort and chuckle, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest as a futile attempt at staying warm. “Tech, you need to work on your sense of humour.”

“And you need to work on your observational skills and situational awareness.”

“My observational skills are exceptional,” you defend yourself, a finger held up in the air defiantly. “And my situational awareness is-”

“Lacking, as you didn’t seem to notice the whitefang return. I suggest we head back to the safety of the Marauder.”

Sure enough, the wild cat is there lurking amongst the ice dunes, its eyes glowing in the dark as they reflect the light of the ship. It shouldn’t pose a threat to you as it is alone, and relatively small, but you still consider wrestling with it instead of returning to the ship and facing the rest of the squad - somehow, even that feels like a fight more fair than the ones that await you upon your return. So you hold its gaze as it curiously inspects you, wishing to swap bodies and run away and avoid any more conflict. Before you can even think of returning to the ship, you hear quiet footsteps catching up to you.

“I thought I heard something.”

“It’s probably more curious than anything.”

Hunter unsheaths his vibroblade and twirls it in his hand so theatrically it makes you roll your eyes. He glances at you, shoulders all tense, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of danger, and even though his face is obscured by his helmet, you can almost see the disappointed frown sitting on his features. “You want to test that theory?”

“My money would be on the whitefang winning.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Tech.”

“Any time.”

“Relax.” The distorted rasp of your commlink is not enough to drown out the smugness of the sniper. The stand-off ends when a single well-placed shot right before the big cat sends it sprinting away into the darkness. You all turn to find Crosshair standing by the ship, his rifle still aimed at the retreating form of the whitefang.

“Well, there goes my opportunity to finally have an interesting patrol,” you mutter to yourself as you all make it back to the Marauder.

“Do all of your patrols end in you staring down carnivores?” Crosshair snorts, clearly unamused.

“Only the good ones,” you fire back, deciding not to wait for any of them as you head inside. Crosshair is hot on your heels, another string of mockery sitting on the tip of his tongue, because fuck, you’re stubborn, but he’s not going to cave in and tell you how it makes him feel to see you in danger. He can’t, however, put up with being away from you either.

Hunter lingers a little outside. He has to set himself straight, to contain all the things he wants to say you that have nothing to do with scolding you about Bracca, to kill all the feelings that suddenly demand to be felt so desperately. He clenches and unclenches his fists by his side, pretending to survey the surroundings of the Marauder. Tech moves in the periphery of his vision, but instead of following you and Crosshair, he steps closer to Hunter.

“I believe the threat’s been averted.”

“Yeah. Good job on setting up those alarms, Tech.”

“No problem. Is there anything else you need?”

“No. You should head back inside. The last thing I want is for you to keel over with hypothermia.”

“That’s not how hypothermia works,” Tech mutters, his voice trailing off, eyes uncertain behind his goggles. He suddenly places a gentle hand on Hunter’s shoulder, making the sergeant glance at him.

“Hunter, I’m only asking this because I care about you all, but... how long do you think this can go on before one of you gets hurt?”

Tech’s words echo in his mind long after he’s rejoined the squad on the ship. And Hunter just stands outside in the snowfall, watching the last rays of light disappear on the horizon, wondering which one of you he’ll have to hurt when the push comes to shove.

[mobagehelllocal]

.......R, W, and Y for Cater, Sebek, and Jack pls?? (*´ω｀*)

*deep breaths* it feels weird to shamelessly request smut for other characters since leona and jamil are mostly cleared skssksksksk i can’t believe i’m requesting the latter two *exhale*

A/N: Cater was completely cleared with the last ask..! LMAO...

R and W for Cater was answered here!

Y for Cater was answered here!

all characters featured are depicted as 18+

warning: explicit content below cut!

Sebek Zigvolt

Risk

He’s someone who won’t be experimental without prompting from other people--particularly his partner. He knows the basics of how to bring you pleasure, but he won’t be the type of person to introduce new elements into the relationship.

If you do encourage him to suggest new things into bed--you’ll probably need to repeat it to him several times before he’ll take action. He’ll deep dive into his research, maybe even ask Lilia about what he can do to make you enjoy yourself even more. “So, Master Lilia suggested we do… Wait, why are you looking at me like that?”

Wild Card

During physical activities where the two of you are in close proximity with each other, every touch--be it accidental--becomes something he will have the tendency to overthink about. Maybe during the horse ride there, your ass brushed against the front of his pants… or maybe the soft gasp you made when he touched your hips wasn’t accidental. “How immoral of me to be thinking of this--!”

He gets a little antsy about it too. He wants to ask you about it, but that’s just highly improper! How dare he even think about that! Plus points if you really did it on purpose to rile him up. He’ll never bring it up himself--so it’s up to you to push him into a full blown make out session and perhaps… more?

Yearning

Typically, he doesn’t actually have that much of a high sex drive. It’s not something he’ll constantly ask of you--but he won’t refuse you if you proposition him for it. That being said, there is one such incident where he got insanely busy that he couldn’t spend any time with you for weeks on end.

Once you two are able to spend time again, there’s something incredibly needy about the way he laced his fingers with yours… There’s desperation in the way he devours your breath for a kiss. His heart hammered in his chest as he murmured against your lips: “I need you right now.”

Jack Howl

Risk

The more comfortable he is in a relationship, the more he’s likely to suggest things he knows he enjoys in bed. He’s also someone who is completely willing to hear you out on things you might want to enjoy as well.

Perhaps one of the things he’s most nervous to ask you about though--is knotting and breeding. You have to realize, when he brings these stuff up--he’s taking your relationship seriously. He is thinking of a future with you. He’s ready to risk that all with just you.

Wild Card

He loves kisses during sex. Like, he could be absolutely wild as he fucks you hard--but the way he kisses your lips so tenderly could make you melt. Time becomes suspended when he kisses you because of how much love and emotion he conveys in that simple press of your lips.

When I say he loves kissing, I mean all types of kisses too. He loves to brush his nose against yours for a quick nose kiss--and he’ll always do that to you whenever he praises you as well. “You’re doing so well… you’re so good to me… I love you…”

Yearning

When he’s found his mate--there is no way touching himself can bring him relief the way your touch does. Sure he can attempt to relieve himself by jacking-off, but that’s really just temporary for him.

It’s like he’s constantly burning, right under his skin--instincts screaming inside him to claim his mate before anyone else could touch you and--your hand on him. Sweet king, your hand on him is like cool water dribbling down his skin and calming him down. “Your hand… your touch… you’re all I need.”

[mcmusing]

Time to look at the next chunk of season 5, which features what I like to call Bi-Polar Papa Peter.

Peter: Boy, don't make me knock them pretty blue eyes out your head.

Season Five Papa Peter

This is arguably the most lighthearted and interesting story of the season. All of the tension between Neal and Peter is put on pause and Elizabeth is at her least annoying. And Neal's a butler.... I find that hard to believe with how he cons to enjoy luxury but this is so not his most ludicrous skill.

Peter is sick and at one point, Neal mentions having to take care of him on top of everything else he has going on. Too awwww, dutiful Daddy's Boy. Neal also has conversations with a rich family's imposter son. He says how fortunate the guy is to have his father be so welcoming considering his son ran away as a teenager. It makes me wonder if Neal is subconsciously projecting his wish for Peter to be less skeptical and more unconditionally forgiving towards him.

Loving Papa Peter is still in there somewhere, though. He warns Neal to perform recon only and not to engage with the imposter. When Neal acts cute later, Peter lets him drive the car. The same Peter who doesn't even like him to pick the radio stations.

Ice Breaker

This episode feels like it was aired out of order with the last one. Here, they mention Neal's bad therapy experience as if it just happened and Peter is highly suspicious of him. It's also insane how well he knows Neal when he considers a stray FBI pen as evidence of his hidden hijinks.

Quantico Closure

So, El doesn't want Peter emotionally involved with Neal, but it's A-OK for her to emotionally manipulate him. She insists she'll go into danger alone if Neal doesn't help her. Yeesh, the way these Mozzie and El episodes live to get Neal in trouble with Peter. No accountability for them, of course. Naturally, Neal is really sweet and reassuring towards her all through this. Which he shouldn't have to be because even the Lady Fixer from season four knew Peter would never cheat on his wife. El stays getting paranoid whenever a case puts Peter in close proximity to another woman.

Digging Deeper

Neal and Mozzie dabble in fossil forgery, huh? Mozzie I might could buy, but seriously, if not for Neal's issues and immense likeability, he'd be a total gary stu. Peter has a lot of passionate hobbies, doesn't he? Ice skating, stamp collecting, dinosaurs, major fixation on collecting any and all info regarding his emotionally adopted son.

The best part definitely had to be Neal getting offended when Peter called his dinosaur egg replica 'not bad'. He was going to give it to Peter, who says it's evidence and he'll take it if he wants it. Neal loves when he impresses Peter and it's funny to see him go all teen angst when he thinks Peter's underwhelmed by one of his creations.

No Good Deed

Finally! This is the one episode of season five I genuinely look forward to. I know this one is not beloved by a lot of fandom and I easily see why. I don't enjoy it for the contents but quality Matt Bomer and Tim Dekay put into it. Though I do have to say that this feels like a weak rehash of season three's Countdown episode. With Peter being close to busting Neal with pseudo-subtle manipulation that's somehow transparent as well.

One would think Peter learned from previous experiences with Neal to just pull him to the side and have a discussion about whatever is obviously troubling him. Neal doesn't like deceiving Peter, but he hasn't been given any reassurances since Peter got out of prison that he can without harsh judgement. Additionally, whenever Neal told the truth last season, something bad always came of it.

Alright, the infamous scene we're all thinking about. Wow, does Neal feel like a small child here. I'm surprised Peter's phone bluff with Jones worked that well on him. Peter said it himself that Neal always has a reason for the things he does, but he won't stop his tirade long enough to let him explain. When Neal has to shout over the ranting, he looks so shaken, vulnerable, and distraught. Still, Peter's heart stays- openly- unmoved. So many emotions with how Peter softly orders him to hold out his hands. Neal trembling but complying like a kid trying to be obedient to his father, however difficult it is. This is a lot sadder than Neal's fury at Peter back in Gloves Off. That's because Peter is the dominant adult and his angry words cut significantly deeper.

Remember that long list in the last post with some of the illegal things Peter let's side? I can't begin to understand why he's so irrational here. Why world Neal steal some random gold coins? Why would he do so five seconds after Peter's released from prison when he didn't misbehave the whole time they were separated? Going so far as to impersonate a fireman? No way did he do any of that solely for a quick buck. The kid gave up a two million dollar ring and billions worth of treasure because he values Daddy McCranky more.

Peter did NOT kill Pratt. James did kill Pratt. The least he deserved was that forged confession. That's a huge deal but Neal erasing the judge's blackmail tape and Peter defying the FBI to go after Neal on the island are fine? What about instructing Neal to run away in the first place? He calls Neal a criminal for forging the confession and paying off the corrupt DA. Peter has the higher moral ground how exactly? How could he even consider ruining his, El's, and Neal's lives for this absurd self-righteousness while James is still free out there??!

Matt Bomer was doing his thing when he saw that Peter lied about having the coin suspect in custody. He looked genuinely hurt that Peter did that to force a confession out of him. But Peter claims it was an acceptable means. This is the very bad version of 'do as I say, not as I do'

With Hagen coming back and some of the rushed elements, I wonder if season five was meant to be the last for White Collar. Peter's love and protectiveness for Neal is eventually reaffirmed, but none of these issues are actually resolved. The writer's strike messed up a lot of things.

Hypocritically huff and puff all you want, Peter. No way were you about to put this baby back in with those monsters 💕

[let-them-read-fics]

Hidden Love & High Society

Requested by Anon: “Can you do a Jisoo x fem reader where the reader is also an idol and Jisoo and the reader develop feelings for each other. But they're under super strict companies and Korea is a strict society so they're scared to admit their feelings. Some angst but a fluffy ending please!”

Pairing: Jisoo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 3,049

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Self Doubt, Fluff, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: To the anon who requested: Thank you! I had a couple different ways I was going to go with this, but I think this version fits the best. I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading, everyone. Let me know what you think :)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Falling in love with Kim Jisoo had been a gradual experience, beautifully terrifying and perfectly imperfect. You never intended it, especially with how strict your companies are, but there was no stopping it once it started. As much as you’ve tried to, you can’t deny the butterflies that take flight when your eyes meet, or how your heart skips a beat whenever she’s near. In your head, where you’ve convinced yourself this unrequited love will forever stay, things are perfect; you hold onto the memories there when the hard times come along, seeking solace in them. Sadly, the real world can never look like this -- especially for the two of you. Two women -- two idols, at that -- thrust into the limelight, immersed fully in Korean standards and societal roles. You don’t stand a chance against all of the odds, even with your group members at your side, behind you all the way. But with every stolen glance, every fleeting moment with her, your feelings become harder to hide. You’re only capable of so much pretending, and your cache is running out.

Being the leader of your group is a wonderful thing that you don’t take lightly, but it doesn’t come without its share of stress. The girls look up to you, always trusting you to take care of them and do what’s right, and that makes you want to be perfect for them. That fact doesn’t make the inner turmoil any easier for you: is it better to deny yourself of the one thing you want, for the sake of saving face? Or should you teach them to live for themselves, answering to no one else? That question persists in your mind, replaying like a mantra, working to drive you insane. 

Jisoo is much the same: she knows how unforgiving and heinous the media can be, and she isn’t willing to risk the group’s reputation over a silly crush. A silly crush, she always tries to remind herself, although it becomes more difficult with every new memory she makes with you. She’s done well in concealing her emotions this long, but you make her feel weak; a part of her resents you for how easily you can turn her into a blushing mess. All of your little mannerisms and quirks fuel the flame in her heart, and she’s growing more and more fond of the feeling. 

~~~~~~~ 

For Jisoo, nights like these are always the best: both of your groups are relaxing at the Blackpink dorm, everyone discussing the award show you just attended. The two of you are seated on adjacent couches, the rest of your members strewn about the room, some on the floor while others lounge on the sofas. From her spot, Jisoo has the most perfect view: warm light shines on you from the nearby lamp, accentuating your features in all the right ways. Her gaze softens as she watches you recount how it felt to hear that you’d won, your eyes bright and expression cheery. You rule her world without even knowing it, and sometimes she seriously considers just listening to her heart and admitting her feelings. 

Lost in her thoughts of you, she doesn’t even realize that she’s leaned in closer, her eyes dropping down to your lips as you speak. You act like you don’t notice, doing your best to hide the blush that rises to your cheeks at the thought of having her full attention. There’s always been an unspoken tension between the two of you, and all of your members are aware of it. As Lisa takes control of the conversation, you sit back a bit, relaxing into the cushions of the loveseat. At the feeling of the material against your skin, you’re reminded of the time that Jisoo straddled you here, tickling you relentlessly as you squirmed and laughed. The memory, one of thousands that she’s the star of, brings a smile to your face.

Eventually the conversation shifts, with everyone ranting about how hungry they are. Of course, being the unnie that you are, you offer to make some food for everyone -- you enjoy cooking, but you also know that they’re all too lazy to make anything for themselves. 

“Jisoo, would you care to help me? I know I’m pretty great and all, but I’m not so sure I can feed this gang by myself.”

She has to stop herself from agreeing before you’re even done asking. Needless to say, her smirk widens as she says, “I’d love to help,” before standing up and trailing in your wake.

As the two of you make your way out of the room, a quiet chorus of ooo’s can be heard from the girls. You send them a stern look, but it only makes them giggle even more than they already are. Jisoo’s thankful that you’re turned away from her right now -- she has to bite her lip to contain the dorky grin on her face.

~~~~~~~

Upon entering the kitchen, you retrieve two aprons from the hook located beside the other entryway. The room is spacious and open, with plenty of countertop to work on and even an island in the middle. Perfect, you think to yourself. Jisoo leans into you as she wraps the material of the apron around your form, securing it in place with a light tug. You help her right after, and try hard not to get distracted by the warmth that radiates from her. 

To anyone other than the two of you, getting so flustered over such a simple act would seem ridiculous. You had long ago mastered the art of subtlety, though, quickly learning how important it is in your line of work. In a weird way, being so restricted added even more meaning to the small things -- light touches asking, “How was your day?”, soft smiles saying, “I’ve missed you.” Everything had a hidden message, a secret purpose between the two interacting. You spoke without words, living in a realm of quiet boldness.  

Now, equally as giddy in each other's presence, the two of you begin cooking.

~~~~~~~

By some miracle, you had managed to whip out a fairly big meal for everyone in just under an hour. The spread consisted of ramen, tteokbokki, dumplings, soup, and some other random things your members requested. Quickly, everyone is called into the dining room, and they begin making their plates. 

“Crap, I’ll be right back. I forgot to cut up the veggies.” You announce as you set off back to the kitchen, a pep in your step; preparing the food had made you realize just how hungry you are, and you want to hurry back. Perhaps that’s where your mistake laid; about halfway through the batch of veggies, in the rushed state that you were in, you miscalculated the slice, and the sharp edge of the knife cut into your finger. It wasn’t too deep, but it was enough to draw blood immediately, the red liquid running down your hand without restraint. 

“Oww!!” You call out to no one in particular as the pain seeps in.

At the sound of your strained voice, Jisoo practically races to the kitchen to check on you. The other members are concerned too, but they know that she’ll take care of you. (Besides, they’re busy chowing down on the food... but we won’t mention that). 

“Y/N?? What happened?” She’s frightened, completely worried about you. 

You fill her in to the best of your ability, feeling a little lightheaded as you catch a glimpse of your hand. She wraps you in her embrace, steadying you, and grabs a towel. You’re unable to stop the pained hiss that leaves you at the pressure she adds to the tender skin in order to stop the bleeding. She sends you a regretful look, paired with a quick sorry, as she walks you to the bathroom.

Once there, she puts the lid down, carefully setting you down on the toilet. The cold surface of the porcelain makes you tense up, but it’s successful in taking your mind off the pain, if nothing else. Your eyes shyly trail up her body as she stands on her tippy toes, stretching up to reach the top shelf of the medicine cabinet. How does she manage to always look so good?

“Here, let’s rinse it off first.” It’s a request and a command wrapped into one, and you readily agree. One of her arms loops around your waist as she helps you stand, and you hold onto her with your good hand. She tries not to think about how your fingertips run over her collarbone, lightly stroking the skin there, absentmindedly. Focus, Jisoo, she tells herself. Even with the slight grimace on your face, you look breathtaking. After all, you’re art to her -- she would spend hours studying you if she could, imprinting every detail of you into her mind. 

You lean against the smooth counter of the sink, feeling your hip bones press onto it, and you wobble a bit. Jisoo notices this, but both of her hands are busy with cleaning your injured one off -- thus, she does the next best thing: gently, she repositions herself so that one of her legs is behind you, and she presses her own hips into you. Once you’re secured against the counter, she puts her focus back on her previous task. Meanwhile your brain is having trouble functioning at the proximity of your bodies; she’s being bold. You steal a glance at her in the mirror, but she appears cool and collected -- the complete opposite of you right now. 

After the bleeding has slowed dramatically, she returns you to your seat and grabs the bandages. She crouches in front of you, a reassuring smile on her lips as she makes sure you’re feeling okay. Once your finger is patched up, she takes you by surprise: she places a small kiss to it, her hands still cradled around yours lovingly. 

Likely from the blood loss, a strange surge of confidence comes over you, and you reach forward to run your thumb across her bottom lip. She’s a little shocked, with how her eyes open a little wider and her breath hitches. The two of you stay like that, looking at each other, a silent war of wills being waged. 

In that instant, Jisoo is forced to confront her feelings. She had long ago lost count of how many times she’s wanted to kiss you. To feel your body aligned with hers, your racing heart against her chest, minds running wild with all of the new possibilities being unlocked. It would be a huge step, no doubt -- one that offered no chance to turn back, no place for fear to reside any longer. It would feel like finally solving a puzzle, all of the pieces coming together in just the right ways. As terrifying as that leap would be to make, Jisoo would do it for you. The idea became a little less daunting with every step closer the two of you got to one another.

And so, she does. Jisoo leans forward fairly quickly, capturing your lips in a hesitant kiss -- if she would’ve gone slower, she knows she would’ve chickened out. A light tremble runs through her, proving just how nervous she is. At first, you relax into the kiss, moving your lips against hers in perfect time; once your brain catches up with your heart, though, you pull away. 

“I- I can’t,” you stutter out, mind still a little foggy at what just went down. You lick your lips without really meaning to.

Her expression quickly dims, now looking dejected at your rejection. As she goes to stand, one of your hands lands on the collar of her shirt, holding her in place -- you don’t want her to misunderstand you.

“If we do that, I won’t be able to stop myself.” 

“Who says we have to? I’m sick of holding back.” Her hands are resting on your thighs now, eyes watching you intently as she waits for your response. She’s just a breath away from you, sitting right in the palm of your hand. 

You panic and say, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

Your change of heart confuses her, but she respects your wishes nonetheless. Just as quickly as she had appeared before, she’s gone, leaving you to think about what just happened. 

You sit there, already missing her presence, and you hate yourself a little more. How could you be so stupid? The opportunity was right there, ripe for the taking, circumstances perfectly aligned, and yet you let it all slip away. Even still, your mind justifies your cowardice for fear of the fall out that would ensue. This is for the best, though it hurts. Keeping Jisoo at arm’s length in the name of protecting her had become the customary thing to do, and you fell right back into the habit. To be with her is to limit her, and you can’t bear the thought of that. She deserves to be showered with love and attention all the time, not hidden away and forced into secret meetings. What kind of life would that be?

~~~~~~~

The rest of the evening hosts a newfound tension, one full of uncertainty and longing. The two of you are deep in your thoughts, neither of you knowing where to go from here. She tries to forget how your lips felt, the rhythm that they fell into with hers; but she can’t get it out of her head.  

Before long, your members decide to call it a night, and you’re being whisked away. Somehow, it’s a combination of exactly what you want, and the complete opposite -- what are you to do now? Where do you stand with Jisoo? Your feelings are so overwhelming that it’s almost too much to handle; so many questions float around in your mind, begging to be answered by her. 

Quick goodbyes are given, and you can’t find it in yourself to even hold her gaze for more than a few seconds at a time. Surely you’ve hurt her: knowing that fact is bad enough -- you can’t stand the thought of seeing the pain in her eyes, her smile even a little faded because of your own doing. It tears you up, and your speedy exit is a testament to that.

~~~~~~~

2:41 AM

You’ve spent the better part of the night tossing and turning with no hope of getting any sleep, no end in sight for this self-made torture. Regret runs through you every time you replay the events that unfolded, and you feel a little more hopeless with each passing second. 

Why did she have to kiss you? It’s impossible to contain your feelings now, the emotions far too abundant to be bottled up any longer. Your lips remember how hers moved against them, her gloss spreading at the contact. She tasted like some tropical fruit, sweet and foreign on your tongue. Being with her is like taking a late night drive through the city, windows rolled down with the radio playing your favorite songs. She makes everything feel possible, somehow, and you secretly love the spontaneity of it all. You want more than anything to just give in, to relent after all this time. Clearly she feels the same, right? If that kiss meant anything, then surely she did. So why should you care about the rest of it? If being with you is what she wants, who are you to deny her?

~~~~~~~

“Y/N?” Her voice is sleepy, yet it still holds a layer of shock; likely given the fact that you’re at her door at such an ungodly hour. 

“Did I wake you up?” 

She pauses for a beat, seemingly deciding on what to say, before replying, “...no. I can’t sleep.” 

“Neither can I,” you confess, hoping that she’ll put two and two together. 

“Listen, I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have done that without asking first.” For a second, your heart stops, and you almost chicken out again. 

“I’m glad you did, Jisoo. Because it made me realize how much I like you.” You listen to your heart, the admission coming out more confident than you expected. 

She’s stunned, to say the least, her eyes blinking a few times in confusion. “I thought--” she starts, but you interrupt her.

“I’ve spent all of this time pushing you away when all I’ve ever wanted was to be close to you. To be with you. I’m just so scared of what people will say, you know? There’s no turning back after that.”

“I wouldn’t want to, Y/N. I’d rather be happy with you than live like this. To hell with them, they’re always gonna have something to say about us. You and I can figure it all out together.” She smiles at the end of her statement, a tender hue in her eyes that you’ve never quite seen before. 

As you stand there in her doorway, the slight chill of the night breeze ghosting over your skin, giving you goosebumps, everything clicks. It feels like coming home, something that was always destined to be, and you can tell she feels it, too. You close the distance, finally allowing your walls to crumble away. Her arms are around you, and her presence is actively soothing any remaining fears you may have. Only she is capable of that; you’ve never felt safer than when you’re with her. You run a hand down her arm, lacing your fingers with her own in a sweet embrace. She relaxes into you, now able to trust that you won’t leave. 

Though the kisses started off sweet, they’ve turned more desperate; the two of you are eager to make up for lost time, after all. Following an especially bruising kiss, you pull away breathlessly, and rest your forehead against hers. “Can I come in?” You ask shyly, ducking your head down a bit. Two of her fingers hook underneath your chin, raising your head so that your eyes can meet hers. “I’m not letting you get away this time.” With that, the two of you retreat to her room, hand in hand. You spend the night tangled up in each other, joining forces to write your new destiny together from scratch. 

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[loudstan]

Epiphany

A collection of  NCT werewolf AU stories.

Doyoung (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5)

Summary: The wolf population kept decreasing and those who were left had a hard time trying to fit  into society. Sure, people didn’t consider them as dangerous as vampires, but wolves could still sense some hostility every time they did as much as go for a walk in a public place. Thanks to wolves’ natural magical abilities, NCT (one of the remaining packs) found a safe place among witches in a town where no one knew their secret, allowing some members to finally get a job, study and interact with others without fear of being rejected.

Life seems to finally be peaceful for them… except that wolves have needs, and one of those needs is finding their mate.

Pairing: Werewolf! Doyoung x Witch! female reader

Warnings: The smut starts here!

 You had found Doyoung attractive since day one and you had caught yourself eyeing him up at least once every class, but he was so intimidating that you never once thought about making a move. And you certainly never imagined him dragging you into the teacher’s restroom to confess he was imprinted on you and kiss you like that.

Doyoung’s lips were soft and delicate, just like his touch. His hands traveled gently from your hair, down your chest and to your abdomen, his fingers landing on the hem of your shirt and tapping lightly, not daring to go under it just yet.

The feeling of his lips against yours was heavenly, but a part of you had a hard time processing what was happening and you were not sure you were understanding the situation.

“W-wait-,” you tried to put some distance between your mouths only for him to whine desperately and chase after you again,nipping at your bottom lip so deliciously you let out a faint moan. He groaned appreciatively and bit harder while sucking on it, needing to hear that sound again. 

 You sighed into the kiss, the overwhelming amount of feelings clouding your mind when his tongue slipped into your mouth and massaged yours sensually. Slowly you let his warmth invade you and fought his tongue back for dominance and while Doyoung liked you finally being responsive, he didn’t appreciate you challenging his authority, so he kissed back aggressively,not sparing you a single breath.

  It was when you sucked his tongue that he completely lost it.He grunted and grabbed your hips, pushing you up against the wall and slamming his hips against yours, both of you instantly moaning out loud in bliss. The two of you finally took a break from the kiss, your breath fanning each other’s mouths, panting. You felt lost, everything was a blur, and your were thoughts going wild with the need of  either running away or pulling him closer.

 Sensing your uncertainty, Doyoung licked the outline of your lip gently, “Come back,” he whispered, his fingertips drawing soothing circles on your hips.He already knew how overwhelming all this was for a werewolf, so he could imagine how confusing it was for a human.“Come back to me.”

 You hesitantly opened your eyes to meet Doyoung’s intense gaze. “Breathe in,” he commanded hushedly and you complied, inhaling with difficulty, too aware of his proximity. “Good girl,” he added when your breathing became relatively steady. 

Just when you thought you had regained some self control, you felt Doyoung’s pelvis delicately rubbing against yours.

“Oh!” you whimpered when you felt the outline of his already hard member chafing your center.“Oh god, yes...”

“I told you your body was responding to mine,” he purred, pressing himself against you and rotating his hips in a circular motion, slow but hard. “You’re so wet for me already.”

You let out a silent scream at how he slid against your clit and held onto the material of his shirt in desperation. You looked from the point where your hips met his and back to his face, to what was probably the most erotic thing you had ever seen: Doyoung’s hooded eyes had never stopped looking at your face, not wanting to miss any of your reactions, his eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lip almost painfully. This man was driving you insane without taking any clothes off.

“Do you know why it feels this good Y/N?” he grunted after thrusting against you sharply a few times, eliciting several moans from you. You shook your head, not trusting your voice, and he let out a chuckle before continuing, “Because you’re mine. That classmate of yours could never make you feel this good, could he?” 

You were not even sure what he was asking at this point, you could only focus on how good he felt against you and how much better he would be inside of you.

“Could he?” he asked again, stopping his movements completely, to which you responded pulling at his shirt and accidentally scratching his neck, trying to bring him closer to you.

“No! No one could!” you yelled with tears about to escape your eyes, your hips moving on its own to create an image that had Doyoung mesmerized. 

“Say you’re mine.” he demanded.

“Yes! I’m yours, I’m yours! Please-”

Needless to say more, he lifted you up against the wall and with your legs wrapped around his waist, he rammed his body against yours, grinding relentlessly, your moans mixing to a point where it was hard to know who was louder.

Blinded by desire, you moved your own hips wildly to meet his, one of your hands digging your fingernails into his back while the other pulled his hair roughly. 

“Oooh baby, yes!” he hissed before pressing his lips against yours urgently. “Look at you, so perfect for me…” he panted between kisses, “You’re gonna take all of me next time, won’t you? Let me fuck you silly for days until the only thing that you can say with that pretty mouth of yours is my name.”

You nodded automatically, tears rolling down your face as you felt your climax approaching. “I’ll t-take anything…. oohhh” your eyes rolled back into your skull. “Anything you g-...give me!”

“I’ll give it to you so good Y/N”, he nipped at your jaw and kissed his way to your earlobe. “So fucking good…”

“Ah! yesyesyes-YES! DOYOUNG!” you squirmed in his arms, your release so close it was driving you insane. You had never experienced a build up like this before. “It’s too...too much- I’m gonna-”

“Yeah?” he hummed licking your neck, feeling his orgasm close too, “Is my mate going to cum?” he inhaled deeply and felt his eyes roll back in extasis. “You’re gonna cum so nice and hard, baby, I can taste it.”

 He thrusted his pelvis brutally, at a speed that would have been impossible for a human, the exquisite friction taking you to the edge and just like that your release hit you so hard you only saw white as your body shook uncontrollably.

 Doyoung’s eyes widened in shock and he gasped when he felt an electric pleasure invade him: that was your orgasm. He could feel it in his own body. Your bond was that powerful. He was in such a state of euphoria that he couldn’t process what happened next, he only registered the feeling of his own release with him mouthing the curve of your neck and another wave of pleasure that took over your body as you came again, your legs trembling around him.

Both of you slid down the wall and onto the floor, completely out of breath, the aftermath of your orgasms leaving a tingling sensation in your fingertips and your minds clouded.

“Holy shit…”

It wasn’t you who said it, but neither was Doyoung.You blinked a couple of times and looked at the man in front of you, who was looking back at you, equally confused. Then Doyoung turned to the side, where he had discharged his phone when he dragged you into the restroom.

 “Fuck…” Doyoung muttered as he reached for his phone. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, hi…”someone’s muffled voice replied.

“What the hell?! Were you listening the entire time?” Doyoung had never been this embarrassed in his life.

“Dude, you messaged me saying you needed someone to go get you. Then I called and you picked up but started talking to someone else who turned out to be your mate and, well… we got curious.”

“WE?!” 

“Listen, do you still need me to pick you up or nah? I mean, you said you needed to leave that place before you did something you’d regret but I don’t know if it’s too late for that…”

Something he would regret? 

Doyoung stared at his phone and then at you, who still had not recovered from that mind-blowing experience, your limp body sitting on the floor, your face flushed and pretty and your eyes seemed to have a hard time focusing. That sight alone was enough to get him going again and he seriously considered it as he scanned your body until his eyes landed on your neck, which had a big purple and red mark on it.

 His body was suddenly rigid and his face pale, remembering what he had done. He was so lost in lust and adoration that he had bitten you, claiming you,a girl who didn’t even fully understand the situation, as his mate... all this while dry humping you in the teachers’ restroom of all places.

“Doyoung?” Johnny was still waiting.

Doyoung stood up and took a step back, horrified. He had done something so crucial without even asking you if you wanted it. He took a last look at you: You were coming back to reality and your hand was pressing against the injury on your neck, giving him a puzzled look.

“Please come pick me up right now,” Doyoung whimpered at the phone before abandoning the restroom, leaving you alone and confused.

[spideymarvelws]

one true love.

Dark!Peter Parker x Dark!GN!Reader

Main Masterlist

Summary : Peter will go threw everything to keep you safe, protected and most importantly always his. He saw you as the person he observed and watched for the past few months, the sweet, kind girl that stopped to pet stray dogs or smiled at everyone who needed it. But somethings he never took notice of, some things that would’ve made him love you even more.

Warnings : THIS IS A DARK FIC! I am not responsible for your media consumption but if any of these topics or just dark fics on a whole trigger you please do not read! cursing, murders, blood, violence, mention of sexual assault, death, stalking, graphic description of a dead body, homicide, fluffy if you squint, use of guns and knifes.

A/n : If any description throughout the one shot does not pertain to a gender neutral reader please let me know :-) also if i missed anything in the warnings.

Word Count : 1.8k

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The definition of love is something that never stays constant as its experienced from person to person. Even to that very being, the meaning changes every year, month, day even hour, from what that individual may feel in that moment. In some cases, it may be the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to someone, changing there life in ways they could never even imagine. 

In other cases, it could break a person whole, bit by bit, tearing down at who they once were. Emotions like guilt and regret, jealously and remorse running through there veins, thinking that love is only made to destroy the ones foolish enough to believe it exists.

Then you have the rare case of love at first sight.

Now, some may argue that this concept that only seems to show up in movies and TV shows is complete bullshit, that it doesn’t exist.

“You can’t look at someone and automatically know they’re the one for you,” Ned said to him one day, pulling his head out of his chemistry book,“What if they’re an awful person? What if they do something constantly that you don’t like? Seriously, looking at someone and knowing there the one is just basing It of there’s looks or something,”

Peter didn’t respond, afraid that he might lash out at the only friend he’s managed to keep throughout the years. He thought about the last statement a lot, wondering if all he ever really felt was the physical attraction.

But no, that pull you feel when you look at someone for the fist time, watching there movements with whatever tasks they’re doing at the moment, even if it’s nothing at all. Falling entranced with there every gesture, taking in every curve and colour, memorising every feature.

It wasn’t just looking at their appearance, it was taking note of how they moved, how they acted, how they laughed, god there laugh is like music to your ears. It was watching and observing, that’s what Ned missed in his little speech.

Then of course you have the people who don’t believe in love, which was something he could understand.

Before he saw you.

For Peter, love was not a strong enough word to describe what he felt for his one true love. The way you made his heart stop with one smile, his face red with one touch, his hands sweat with one word. In your eyes, he found his entire world.

And he destined for you to be his.

The countess nights he spent dreaming of you, laying besides him. He longed to touch you, to feel your skin against his, to mark you with his love. He shocked himself with the self control he had to maintain around you especially when it came to the people you hung out with.

The amount of times he wanted to run out of hiding and crack the skull of some idiot who decided to talk to you or dare even look at you in any suggestive matter. The thought make him gag every time, but he’d like to think that you already knew that he was looking over you, that you belonged to him. That’s why you never took any of them on, that’s why you turned them down.

He couldn’t blame them for trying, but they had no chance since they would be gone the next day.

Which is why he hoped you could forgive him for what he did, for what he had to do.

The body laid in the back seat, wrapped tightly in a bag. There was no blood spilled, sadly, only the indents of his hands on the base of his neck. 

It was fun, watching the life drain from his eyes as he listed off every bad thing he’s ever done, mainly to you, but he threw in a few more ex’s just to spice things up a bit more. Maybe he shouldn’t have killed him, maybe he should’ve just let him walk free with the threats he shoved down his throat.

But then he had to call you a bitch, from that point he knew his life would just be a waste of oxygen.

Peter let out a chuckle at the memory, at the fake confidence he showed, struggling in his hold. It truly was a sight to behold, one that made his realise why he enjoyed being Spiderman so much. 

Seeing people suffer for there terrible mistakes and knowing that he had the power to punish them.

The drive was long and quiet, one of his hands was on top the steering wheel, tapping to an imaginary beat while the other settled on the arm rest. The streets were rather empty at this hour to Peter’s surprise, making him smirk that he would get away with the murder.

Maybe he could’ve stolen a better car.

But he was doing everyone a favour and he was keeping you safe.

He took a right into a dense forest, his car moving with with the bumps on the course road. When he felt like he was deep enough down the path, he hit the breaks, cringing at the squeaking noise it made.

Regardless, the exited the vehicle, opening the trunk to grab a shovel. He knew that there were a number of more efficient ways to get rid of the body, one that could’ve used his position in the avengers to his advantage, but his old techniques started to grow repetitive. 

It didn’t take him as long as he thought though, the hole he dug was around eight feet deep and hopefully the right size to fit the body. Dropping the shovel to the floor, he walked back to the car not to worried about his surroundings knowing that no one ever visited this part of the forest. 

He grabbed the body from the back seat, throwing it over his shoulder carrying it to the hole and tossing it inside without care. He smiled at the bag as he filled the hole a quarter of the way.

“Time to find an animal now shall we?” He whispered to himself, pulling out the hunters knife from the back of his pants along with a flash light, “Just incase,”

As he walked threw the trees and bushes, keeping look out for any movements he heard a gun shot cut threw the air. He gripped his knife, walking carefully towards the noise. 

Oh how he was sorry for the poor lad that decided to be here this night, but he had too do what had to be done.

Suddenly he was sent back by a force jumping on his back. He fell to the floor with a thud, his body forcefully turned over with a gun pointed directly between his eyes.

“Y/n?” He froze, his breath becoming heavier at how close your face was to his. Now he understood why his spider senses didn’t alert him, because you weren’t a threat to him, you could never be.

“Peter,” you whispered, lowering your gun, scrambling off of his body much to his dismay, “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” He asked back, still shocked at you proximity to him, talking with him, breathing the same air as him.

“You answer first,” you said quickly.

“No you,” Peter said back, crossing his arms.

“I-,” you started, but looked down, trying to hide your bashfulness, but it only drew attention to the blood dripping from your hair.

“Baby,” Peter whispered, walking up to you to grab your face, any sense of self control left his body after seeing the state you were in, “What happened,”

Peter thought it was some attack on you and judging by the amount of blood covering your skin, you had to defend yourself. He expected you to look up with the innocent eyes he’s studied for so long, finally getting a chance to get a closer look.

But instead, you raised your head with a sinister smile gracing your feature, you stepped out of his embrace, taking his hand in yours.

“Let me show you,” you whispered, in an almost sultry voice sending shivers down his spine.

You pulled him to a tree, taking the flashlight held in his fingers and pointed the light to the base of the trunk. Peter stared confused at the sight, walking forward slightly to inspect the slumped body. It was tied down tightly with rope around the waist and mouth, cutting threw the skin deeply showing signs of struggle. There was multiple stab wounds in the stomach, words carved in there legs that he couldn’t make out with the dirt and blood covering them. He did however notice his name on her forehead and the bullet wound in the middle. 

The streaks of blond in the hair falling in front of the face told him that this body belonged to Gwen Stacy.

“When she started talking to you I could see how uncomfortable she made you,” you started, looking to the floor while playing with the dirt with the sole of your shoe, “I- I didn’t like how close she got to you, and- and since she bothered you too I- I thought we were doing us both a favour,”

Peter stood back up, looking back at you. He wondered how somebody so insane could hide it so well. Even with the evidence painted over you, he still saw you as incapable of ever doing anything like this.

The thought made him laugh loudly, walking up to you and grabbing your face.

“I fucking love you,” he laughed more, making you smile brightly as he put his forehead against yours, “You’re perfect I swear,”

You laughed along with him, putting away your gun in your pack pocket, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’ve- I’ve so long for this,” you giggled, pressing your nose into his neck, basking in his sick scent, “But, what are you doing here?”

Peter giggled as well, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “Same reason at you my love,”

Your eyes widened, you placed your hand on his cheek, bringing his lips back into yours. It was longer and sloppier than the first, both of you getting use to the movements but also desperate for the feeling.

Peter backed you up against another tree, pressing his body against yours, his deluded mind not reregistering how fucked up the situation was, but he loved every second. His lips moved down to your neck, sucking and bitting at the skin, drawing out delicious moans from your mouth.

“Fuck,” you sputtered, biting your lip and tangling your fingers in his hair, both of you not paying mind to the blood, sweat and dirt, “I’ve- I’ve wanted this for so long Peter,”

“Me too baby,” he said, tightening his hold on your waist, “Me too, now how about we hide these bodies together hmm?” He tickled your sides lightly, grinning at the giggle you let out, “Then I’m gonna take you home and make up for lost time,”

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Realization

Summary: Nino realizes his not-so-platonic feelings for Adrien, and talks about it with Marinette and Alya.

Characters: Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire, Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Ships: Adrinino, background Alyanette

AO3

This was a prompt from @mlwritersguild​.

Adrien meant everything to Nino. Sure he had other friends, like Alya and Marinette, and they both meant a lot to him, but there was something special about Adrien. When Adrien was around, the worst pain was but a subtle blow. Adrien was like a sunbeam shining on Nino whenever he was there. 

It’d been a week since they’d seen each other, and Nino had been hopelessly missing him. There was a big photoshoot he had to go on, somewhere up north in Germany. Today was the day he returned, and you could see it in Nino’s step as he skipped his way to school.

Outside the building, he glanced around for the blond teenager. He spotted his nanny driving away, and figured he must be inside. He sprinted up the stairs, a smile already plastered on his face.

He stumbled into the classroom and spotted Adrien’s bouncing blond hair as he laughed with Marinette and Alya.

“Adrien!!” said Nino, sliding into their shared seat and outstretching his arms.

“Nino!” responded Adrien, with equal energy. He returned Nino’s embrace and the two held each other for a moment. Nino’s stomach fluttered and he grinned.

“I missed you!” said the hat-wearing student, sitting back onto his heel.

“So did I,” said Adrien with a smile.

“Adrien! Tell Nino about what happened!”

Nino questioningly cocked his head.

“I met this model Marinette really likes.” Said Adrien.

“Oh my God, Adrien. 

 That’s like, Marinette’s idol!”

“She’s not my idol, I’d just really like her to model my clothes.”

Nino grinned, not really knowing who that was. Alya and Marinette continued to talk excitedly. The teenager turned back to Adrien, who was watching the two girls humorously.

“You know, I’d think you’d be more into this stuff seeing as you’re a model,” said Nino, now pulling his knees to his chest.

Adrien turned. “Meh. I do the modeling ‘cause of my dad, and I’ll pay attention for Marinette, but it doesn’t really interest me.” 

Before Nino could respond, the teacher began calling attention and the group face forward for school.

***

It was later that day, and Nino fiddled with his headphone cord, staring at the paper before him. He was sitting on the carpet floor of his living room, listening to music as he worked through his math homework. Adrien sat a few feet away on the couch, working on the same assignment.

“Hey Adrien, what did you get for 32?” Nino asked, taking his headphones off.

“Uuuuh, 43.5.”

“Really? ‘Cause I got 8

”

Adrien’s eyes furrowed. “You’re usually better at this than me, show me what you did.”

Nino nodded, beckoning for his friend to join him on the carpet. Adrien leaned in, looking at Nino’s paper. The blond teenager rested his weight partially on his friend, and Nino felt the warmth of his skin against his.

“Um-“ Nino choked. His face felt warm, and he fiddled with his cord more aggressively now. “Well I-“ He led his friend through the steps carefully, trying to ignore their close proximity.

Adrien nodded, standing and returning to the couch. Nino gave his friend a thumbs up and returned to his music. He stared at the paper, but he couldn’t focus. He kept stealing glances at the model on his couch, uncomfortably aware of his beating heart.

The rest of the evening continued mostly smoothly before Adrien’s nanny came to pick him up. When Nino went to bed that evening, he found himself thinking about their moment earlier, and how flustered he’d been. Normally the brown-haired teenager was fine with physical affection, more than fine as his friends could tell you. He was comfortable, hugging and leaning on his friends daily. And yet, Adrien had done so little as to lean into him a little and he’d freaked out.

He found himself rubbing that arm that Adrien had leaned into as he fell asleep.

***

The three teenagers strolled peacefully down the street, enjoying their hot pastries. It was just Alya, Marinette, and Nino today, although that wasn’t unusual considering Adrien’s strict father.

“It’s just- I think Chat Noir is better than Ladybug,” said Marinette, exasperated.

“How- How can you say that? I run the Ladyblog???”

“Nino back me up.”

Nino hadn’t been listening. The events of Friday has still been sticking in his mind, the simple act of Adrien leaning into him for a math problem— a math problem! Wait what did Marinette want?

“Nino, say Ladybug is better.” Said Alya.

“Um, Ladybug is—“ 

“No!” Marinette put her hand over Nino’s mouth, “She’s tricking you.”

“Uh—What were y’all talking about?” asked the hat-wearing teenager, once Marinette took her hand back.

“What’s going on Nino? You’re all out of it,” asked Marinette.

“And we were arguing about if Ladybug or Chat Noir is—“

“Alya! Not now.”

Alya responded by rolling her eyes.

“Well,” Nino started, immediately regretting opening his mouth. “Um. It’s nothing.”

“Well it’s obviously 

,” said Marinette, before taking a bite of her chocolatine. 

“No really—“

“No boy, now I’m curious,” said Alya.

“Well I’ve just been super awkward about like… Physical affection all of the sudden.”

“What do you mean?” Marinette asked, balling up the tissue from her pastry.

“Well the other day when I hugged Adrien, and then later he leaned into me to look at a math question and—I just felt really awkward.”

“Understandable, there are times when I don’t really want to touch anyone,” said Marinette.

“Same, you just have to tell people you’re not up for physical affection,” said Alya.

Marinette nodded in agreement. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier, did I?”

Nino shook his head. “No, that was fine.”

“And I hugged you when we met up, was that uncomfortable?” asked Alya.

“Um… No. Now that I think about it, it’s only been with Adrien.”

Alya giggled. Marinette shot a stern look. “Did he do anything to upset you?” asked Marinette.

“No! I really missed him, too!”

“So like—what 

 of awkward was it?” Alya said, leaning in.

“I don’t know? My face got all hot and I got butterflies, and I felt like I was choking—You aren’t suggesting it was like-“ Nino gulped, “Romantic.” He squeaked.

“AHA! You do have a crush on Adrien,” Alya said, to which she received a jab in the side from Marinette. 

Nino’s face was on fire now, and his hand drifted to his headphones, which he fiddled with as he thought. 

“Come on, let’s get inside to talk about this,” said Marinette, gesturing to her house, which they were coming up on. The others nodded, and the three made their way to Marinette’s room.

***

“I CAN’T have a crush on him. He’s like… my friend!” The flustered teenager was on the bed, making wide movements with his arms as he ranted. “I mean that’s crazy! Insane! No one would say that!”

“But you did,” said Alya, gesturing with her soda can. 

“Alya, don’t be mean,” Marinette smiled sympathetically at Nino. “It’s not fun having a crush on your best friend.”

Nino groaned and laid back on the bed. “Don’t you have shit to do Alya?” said Nino as he checked his phone.

“I can stay a little longer,” She said, also pulling her phone out to check the time. “Oh—I guess I can’t! I will help you with your crisis later.” She patted Marinette’s head as she stood, “See y’all later!” 

After Alya left, Nino sat up. “Wanna play video games and forget about our horrible love lives?”

“Please.”

***

The two played Minecraft for the next few hours, talking about pretty much anything than the topic at hand. 

“Are you staying overnight?” asked Marinette after they’d been building appropriately long.

“Yeah.” 

“Alright I’ll let my parents know.” She stretched, standing to go downstairs. “It’s probably almost time for dinner.”

Nino also stood, and the two went downstairs. Marinette’s parents were sitting in the living room, with the news on. The black haired teenager went to talk to them, and Nino found himself leaning against the wall. There hadn’t really been any resolution earlier, and the question was still in his mind: 

It had seemed ridiculous at the time, but as Adrien was thinking about it now it wasn’t completely impossible. I mean when he first met Adrien, he thought he was cute. And he’d been having pretty different feelings about him for a while. He hadn’t really noticed when it was happening, but it’d been a few weeks that hanging out with him was 

 somehow. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to text his sister.

“You let your parents know you’re staying?” asked Sabine, standing up and walking over to Nino.

“Uh yeah, I’m texting my sister right now.”

“Alright good,” said Marinette’s mom with a smile, “We’re having dinner soon, so be sure to go wash up!”

The family had dinner, and it was barely a moment before the two teenagers disappeared upstairs with a plate of cookies. Nino’s bed was a sleeping bag set up on Marinette’s floor, which he took a seat on, Marinette sitting on her bed.

“Have you thought about Adrien at all?” asked Marinette.

Nino groaned, “Yes. And I’m totally dumb. I definitely have a crush on him.” 

Marinette giggled. “Sucks for you.”

“Yeah like you have it any better.”

“Say one more word, Lahiffe.” Marinette leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed. After a moment of tension the two erupted into laughter.

“Okay I won’t tease you about your crush on Aly-” He stopped, seeing her glare.

“Okay but seriously what are you gonna do about it? You should tell him, you guys are so close, you’ll be fine afterwards.”

Nino shifted. “But-- What if he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

Marinette leaned forward. “Take it from me, I’ve had a best friend completely and totally in love with me, eventually he got over it and we’re still the best of friends.”

“Who’s that?”

“Not telling you,” said Marinette with a grin.

Nino shrugged. “But, it’s awkward man. I don’t want him to be weirded out or something.”

“Nino, he won’t be.” Marinette’s voice turned soft and she gave a sympathetic smile. “You guys are too close for something like this to mess up your relationship.”

Nino’s hands drifted to his headphone cord, and he fiddled with it.

“But it’s okay Nino, you’re still figuring this out. There’s no pressure to tell him right away.” Marinette leaned over, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Thanks for the advice Marinette, maybe you could take some of it yourself.”

“I--” The black-haired teenager gave her friend a playful slap on the face. Nino responded with a giggle.

The conversation drifted after that, but Nino’s mind was still thinking about it. That night when they went to sleep, the scenarios in which he confessed were playing out in his mind. Eventually he reminded himself not to get ahead of himself and think about his actual feelings towards Adrien, then he fell asleep and forgot all about it.