#it must feel strange for him 💔

[kuruna]

Sooooooooo messed up that Xanthos was a father at some point. I keep thinking about his sons 💔 idk how much I want to develop them as characters but I do think being a parent (and later a grandparent) impacted the way Xan interacts with the world ..... I also think he misses them dearly 😔

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Long distance girlfriend surprising Rafe

Request: Reader going to college on the east coast and being stuck there because of snow + Rafe being sad

—

‘’Thank you for choosing Cameron Development for your project, Mr. Phillips. Our secretary will email the documents shortly,’’ Rafe said in his polished, customer-service tone. ‘’Happy holidays.’’

The second the call ended, his forced smile vanished, leaving his face set in a grim scowl. He’s never been a fan of Christmas, but for the first time, he had been looking forward to it — his first Christmas with you. But that changed when a snowstorm hit the East Coast, forcing all flights in New York to get cancelled. 

Rafe leaned back in his leather office chair, running a hand through his buzzed hair in frustration. It was only 3pm, but he couldn’t focus. All he could think about was you, alone in your apartment in New York, and most importantly, miles away from him. He thought of driving to you, but Topper resonated with him. If flights were cancelled, some roads would be closed too. 

Why must you go to college so far away? With a sigh, Rafe picked up his personal phone for the tenth time today, and re-reading your last message. He was hurting himself by doing this, but reading your message also brought him some comfort. 

I’m so sorry I can’t make it to you, baby 😢💔 I’ve been keeping track of the flights, but everything is still cancelled… This snow really wants to sabotage our first Christmas! 😠 In case nothing changes, I’m gonna video-call you on Christmas morning…in my sexy lingerie set I got just for you. Wish you were there to unwrap me 🎁🤭

Before he could finish reading, Wheezie’s face filled his screen with an incoming call. 

‘’Wheezie? Why are you calling me?’’ Rafe frowned, leaning back in his chair. She never called him at work unless it was important.

‘’Rafe! Thank god you picked up! I tried calling Sarah, but she didn’t answer.’’ Wheezie's voice was high-pitched and panicked, words spilling out in a rush. 

‘’Wheezie, what is it?’’ he asked. 

‘’I tried making gingerbread cookies, but I guess I left them in for too long...’’

Rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a headache coming on. ‘’Just throw them out if they’re burned. It’s not worth breaking a tooth over.’’

‘’No, you don’t understand,’’ she cried, her voice breaking slightly. ‘’There’s smoke all over the kitchen!’’ A coughing fit punctuated her sentence, and Rafe’s heart dropped.

‘’What? Wheeze, are you okay?’’ 

He was already standing, grabbing his keys. Fuck work. 

‘’Can you come home? Please, Rafe. Dad is gonna be so mad if I burn the house down—’’ 

He didn’t even wait to hang up properly before he was out the door. ‘’I’m coming, Wheeze. Just, stay away from the oven, okay? And get outside if it gets worse. Do you hear me?’’ Rafe’s tone sharpened, his protective instincts kicking in.

Rafe pulled into the driveway of Tannyhill, tires screeching as he parked quickly. His jaw was tight, still on edge from Wheezie’s frantic call. The house seemed calm from the outside, which was strange because she said there was smoke all over the kitchen.

He opened the front door. “Wheezie?” he called out, stepping into the house, his eyes scanning for signs of smoke. ‘’Wheezie, I’m here. Where’s the damn smoke you talked about?’’ 

The kitchen light was on, and as he stepped closer, his stomach dropped. Instead of finding his little sister panicking, he found you standing in the middle of the kitchen, grinning at him. 

‘’Hi.’’ 

For a split second, neither of you moved. Then, you ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. Rafe’s brain scrambled to catch up. Then it clicked. The familiar scent of your shampoo, the warmth of your arms — it was really you. His arms locked around your waist like he was afraid you might disappear, and you buried your face in his chest, clutching him like you’d never let go.

‘’What the—’’ He pulled back just enough to grab your face, his blue eyes searching yours, wide with disbelief. ‘’You’re here? Really here?’’

‘’Surprise, baby,’’ you murmured before pressing your lips to his, cutting off whatever string of disbelief he was about to voice again.

The kiss was soft at first, but as the realization sank in, Rafe pulled you closer, deepening it, one hand sliding to your back while the other tangled in your hair. It was desperate and relieved, like he couldn’t believe you were actually there, standing in his kitchen, and not miles away in New York.

He hadn’t seen you since his weekend visit for Thanksgiving, he couldn’t settle with a peck. 

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard, faces inches apart. 

Rafe’s forehead pressed against yours. ‘’But you were in New York. The flights—’’ He blinked, still trying to process, his grip on your waist tightening. ‘’How are you here? I mean…what—? Wheezie called me about some fire in the kitchen.’’ He glanced around, half-expecting his sister to pop out from somewhere. 

You laughed, guilt flickering across your face. ‘’Yeah, that was her idea. There’s no fire. I told her to find something to make you come home. It worked, didn’t it?’’ 

His eyebrows shot up. ‘’She knew about you coming here and didn’t tell me?!’’ 

You nodded. Flights being cancelled was not a lie, but you were able to take a train to another state — where the snow was not as bad —, and take a flight there. You texted Wheezie during your flight, asking for help to surprise Rafe. Why would she not help the girl who brought smiles on her brother’s moody face?

‘’Sorry, baby.’’ You looked up and rubbed your hands over his work button up, feeling the planes of his muscled chest and the warmth of his skin underneath. ‘’I just… I couldn’t stand hearing how sad you sounded yesterday. I had to get here, I tried everything in my power to get to you. Don’t be mad at her, okay? She just wanted to help me.’’

Rafe shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips despite himself. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you close as he tilted his head. ‘’You’re lucky I love you,’’ he murmured, his voice absentmindedly falling into your relationship bubble where it was just you and him.

You stayed like that for a moment, bathing in each other’s embrace, until a thought crossed your mind. ‘’Rafe? There’s one other thing I need to tell you: I left your Christmas present in New York…’’ You pulled back, guilt filling you again as you continued and explained yourself. ‘’It was on the table so I wouldn’t forget it, but—’’ 

But Rafe couldn't care less. 

‘’That’s okay. There’s only you on my wishlist anyway.’’ 

—

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[itelya]

a bit of a harsh description /!\ ⟢﹒ masterlist

Ex-military Nanami is traumatized by his military past, which he would have preferred to forget. He must have done things he never dared to talk about, things one should never have to do, even in times of war. He has deep regrets, although he knows, deep down, that it wasn't his fault.

Ex-military Nanami often has nightmares about his missions, but especially about the deaths... those of his comrades in arms, some of whom fell before his eyes, in atrocious circumstances while the war continued around him. Death is everywhere.

Ex-military Nanami is especially scarred by the death of Yu Haibara. He wasn't just a comrade—he was his brother-in-arms, his best friend. He still sees his face shattering against the ground, blood bathing the steaming earth from the recent explosions on the battlefield, in his darkest nightmares.

Ex-military Nanami bears scars all over his torso, arms, legs, back, and other parts of his body. Each one has a story: bullet marks, stab wounds received by enemies, turtles, or wild animals that wanted to harm his life. He hides them from you for fear that you'll find them ugly, for fear that you'll see him as a strange man.

Ex-military Nanami seeks reassurance from you when he's feeling unwell. When you take him in your arms without saying a word, understanding what he's feeling, when you whisper sweet words or his name with infinite tenderness in his ear to soothe him, his pain evaporates to give way to your gentleness.

Ex-military Nanami has never felt so happy in a long time thanks to you, nor even so alive even though he's experienced death so closely. Your smile, your kindness, your gentleness, and your other qualities make him forget everything else. You remind him that he deserves happiness. He loves you with a love so strong that his heart hurts.

You are his haven of peace.

a/n: I cried a little... my poor heart 💔

[pineconepie]

CHARACTERS: Seradiel, Kezareth, Reader/You

WARNINGS/TAGS: Parental yandere(s), religious themes and references, conflict, angels and demons, emotional reader, forced infantilization, cuddling, annoyed reader, manipulation, mentioned possession, Sera and Kez giving divorced parent energy 💔

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have finally wrote demon yandad! I didn't know whether or not to just make him his own character, but decided for now since I'll only be writing him with Seradiel, to not give him his own spot on series 3 (yet?)

It's dusk when it happens.

You'd already had a long day, made longer by Seradiel trailing behind you like your shadow, fawning over your safety like always. After a night out on the town with friends, you were exhausted. All you wanted to do now was rest in the comfort of your bed and maybe catch something on TV, before calling it a night and letting sleep lull you.

"I told you not to go out today," Seradiel murmurs for the seventh time, his voice gentle but cloying. His hands are folded neatly in front of him as he walks behind you.

"And I told you, I'm not going to change my plans because you 'had a feeling' it wouldn't turn out well," you retort. "Every single time you say that."

"And I am right every single time," Seradiel counters.

You don't respond. You don't even look at him. His constant hovering is wearing you down, and you have a feeling he's well aware of that.

The worst part is, you can't run from him, can't call anyone to get him away from you— because he's a celestial being. There's no escaping someone who doesn't live by human laws.

Suddenly the street darkens. The temperature dips. You look to the sky for some kind of explanation for the strange shift in scenery, but all you see are the same clouds you saw ten minutes ago. You look at Seradiel for an explanation.

His expression has shifted from irritation to wariness. He takes a protective stance in front of you. "Don't move." He's staring ahead, and you follow his gaze.

Standing there is a man who's slightly shorter than Seradiel, but with black wings, horns, and a thin black tail.

His hair is short and dark brown, and beneath his glasses are piercing green eyes, almost glowing. He wears a suit that makes him look like he came from a business meeting.

"Well, well, well," the man— probably a demon, drawls. "Long time no see, Sera."

Seradiel blocks you from the demon's vision with one of his wings. "Kezareth." Your guardian angel sounds downright hateful when saying his name. You never heard such poison dripping from his tone. "Why are you here?"

"New rules." Kezareth grabs a scroll from his pocket and unfolds it, clearing his throat. "Heaven and Hell's High Councils have come to a compromise; for every mortal human that has a guardian angel reveal themselves to them, a demon must also assign itself to said human, to balance out each side's influence." When he finishes reading, he puts the paper back into his pocket. "Since you angel's care about balance so much, this should be happy news for you."

"Oh, please," Seradiel scoffs. "There is no way anyone in heaven with a right mind agreed to this."

Kezareth shrugs. "Believe me, believe the document, or go ask God himself if you'd like. Now, let me meet my new kiddo..." He kneels down as if you're shorter than you are, waving hello. "Oh, aren't you just adorable!"

He reaches a gloved hand out to ruffle your hair, but Seradiel slaps it away. "Touch them and I will tear out your eyes."

"Wow, what a good influence," Kezareth snorts. He rises to his feet, dusting off his suit. "No need to be a drama queen about it, I'm not allowed to do anything harmful to our baby anyway. I'm just supposed to watch them like you do."

"Not 'our' baby," Seradiel growls. "And why on earth would you want to protect them? What even is your job description, if you aren't lying, that is?"

"We need more people in Hell," he shrugs. "While you're trying to get them into Heaven by encouraging them to do good things, I'm doing the opposite. Nothing crazy, of course. Just imagine me as the little demon on their shoulder."

"If you cared about them, why would you want them in Hell?" Seradiel narrows his eyes.

"So they can be with their superior dad? Catch up." Kezareth turns his attention to you again. "Sorry about all the boring bureaucracy. The main thing to know is I am taking good care of you now."

"And I thought having one overprotective asshole was bad enough," you mumble under your breath. Of course, both supernatural beings hear you.

"Language," Seradiel scolds. He hoists you up, giving you a chance to remember his inhuman strength. "And you, you stay away from them." He jabs his pointer finger at Kezareth. "You know nothing of safety."

Kezareth holds his hands up in a faux gesture of peace. "Even if I didn't want to, I don't have a choice in the matter. Rules are rules. And if you were to stop me, I think that'd be a big offense to both Heaven and Hell."

Seradiel runs a hand through his hair. "Fffffine. But if you put them in danger—"

"I'm not gonna. Demons can't harm mortals directly, remember? We can tempt them and suggest things, but we cannot carry them out. Not that I would." He offers his hand to you. "Now! Walk with me, tell me all about yourself."

...

Having two celestial beings in your life certainly changed things around.

The worst part is how Seradiel and Kezareth constantly clash on the smallest things, unable to agree on almost everything regarding your care. Like two parents in a custody battle, the only thing they share is their mutual desire for your safety. That doesn't stop them from bickering like two toddlers fighting over the same toy, though.

"How did you two know each other before?" you ask during dinner (which Seradiel made, refusing to let Kezareth even touch anything in the kitchen).

Seradiel sighs. "Kezareth was an angel once. We were... acquaintances."

Kezareth looks mildly offended. "If you think mere acquaintances spend every single day together, sleep in the same bed, bathe together, then sure, call us acquaintances."

You nearly choke on your food. "So you guys were an item?"

"Not quite." Seradiel dabs his mouth with a napkin. "That is neither here nor there, but yes, Kezareth was an angel until he fell." Disdain seeps into his voice. "He was never a good angel, mind you. Always questioning orders, never attending meetings. The only thing he was good at was slacking off." He glares daggers at Kezareth, who ignores his glower.

"Anyway, I didn't fall," Kezareth says. "I jumped. And I've never felt more free. That's why I don't want you becoming part of that life, (Y/n). It's not all rainbows and sunshine up there."

Seradiel's eyes narrow. "I'd say more strict rules are far better than eternal fire."

"Oh, please, that's just an exaggeration." Kezareth waves a hand dismissively. He turns his attention to you. "I have a pretty big social status down there. All I have to do is pull some strings and you can have your own mansion bigger than Earth. How about it?"

"Don't listen to him," Seradiel huffs.

Wow, this really does feel like a custody battle. "I just want to eat my dinner and go to bed..."

Seradiel pats your shoulder. "Finish your greens first. They'll make you big and strong." You notice Kezareth nodding to that.

...

A few days later, you attempt to shop for groceries, but you can't even do that without these two butting heads.

"Don't get that, that's loaded with cholesterol," Seradiel chastises, plucking the food from your hands.

"Hey, it's fine to be self-indulgent every now and then," Kezareth shrugs, grabbing the food back.

You groan. "It's fine, I don't have the money to get that anyway."

Kezareth puts a hand to his heart. "You're telling me Sera doesn't pay for your stuff?"

"I only pay for things I approve of. Food, rent, clothes. Anything else is a reward for good behavior." He puts the food back. "I haven't a clue why I'm explaining this to you, you wouldn't get it."

"I don't get anything that comes out of your mouth," the demon utters. He ruffles your hair, lowering his voice. "You ever steal anything before?"

Seradiel answers for you. "Don't even try putting ideas into their head."

Kezareth ignores him. "If you don't want to, I can for you. Just tell me you give me permission."

"(Y/n), don't. That is just as bad as stealing it yourself," Seradiel warns.

As much as you don't want to start any trouble, you do admit Kezareth's offer is tempting. A quick glance around tells you the coast is clear; there's no employees or customers around this area. "Alright, if it's just a snack, I guess so. Go for it."

At your agreement, a broad smile crosses Kezareth's features. He leans into one of the shelves and grabs what you're eyeing, shoving it in his jacket. "Perfect." He kisses the side of your head with a dramatic "mwah" sound, ignoring Seradiel's irritated glare. "Anything else you want around here that Mr. Grump would disapprove of?"

You open your mouth to tell him another thing, but Seradiel's disapproving glare makes you second guess your actions. "Uhh, I don't think so."

"That's correct," your guardian angel says firmly. "We're leaving before this gets anymore reckless." He grabs your wrist, dragging you to the check-out.

For the remainder of the shopping trip, there's palpable tension between Seradiel and Kezareth. You pretend to ignore it for your sanity's sake.

...

"Why do you look so upset, honey?" Kezareth coos a few days later, when he sees you trudge in the kitchen.

He knows why you're upset, of course. He had made himself invisible while watching you through the whole day, and knows you had a falling out with a friend (that he may or may not have caused, after all, you were starting to stray away from him, and he can't have that). He stops what he's doing to pull a chair from the table, ushering you over.

"One of my friends... or, well, ex-friends, isn't talking to me anymore. She blocked all contact with me out of nowhere," you utter, sitting down. "Found out she was gossiping about me behind my back with some other friends."

Kezareth starts combing through your hair with his fingers. "Aww, baby. Well, if she thinks so lowly of you, you can do without her," he says smoothly.

"She called me immature and annoying, too. Is that true?"

Kezareth clicks his tongue, moving a chair in front of you so he can sit face to face. He takes your cheeks in his hands. "Nooo, don't believe anything she said, or anyone else for that matter. She's an idiot. She doesn't know anything, baby."

You sniffle. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

He nods vigorously. "Of course I'm right, I'm always right!" He pulls you into a hug. "Besides, even if you are annoying, I don't care about that stuff. I still think you're adorable."

"I have a feeling you're only saying that because you're obligated to." Nonetheless, you return the gesture.

"Honey, I don't do anything I don't want to," Kezareth promises, voice sweet. "Everything I do is out of choice, not necessity." He brushes his thumb under your eye to wipe your tears. "Now, no more tears over someone like her. Okay, sweet pea? Now how about you take a much-needed nap." He hoists you into his arms like Seradiel often does, carrying you to your room.

"I feel too angry to even sleep," you mutter. "I know it's wrong, but I kind of hate her now."

"There's nothing wrong with hate, I don't understand why so many people are afraid of it," Kezareth says. "It's actually better to have a lot of it, otherwise you get walked over all the time." He sets you down on the bed. "And if you can't find it in yourself to hate her, I can hate her for you. In fact, I already do!"

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh. "You don't even know her."

"If she hurt you, then she hurt me." He tucks you into your bedsheets like a burrito and presses a kiss on your nose. "Say the word, and I'll ruin her life for you. Not even joking!"

"As tempting as that is, I don't hate her that much," you chuckle.

"That's alright, sweetheart," Kezareth smiles. "But if you ever change your mind, let me know." He adjusts your pillow so that your neck and head are more supported. "I'll wake you in an hour or so, whenever dinner's ready. I think you're in need of some comfort food!"

When he walks into the kitchen, there's Seradiel, glaring daggers at him.

"Our baby was emotionally wounded, and where were you, hm? Off in cloudland, right?" He walks past the angel, preparing dinner.

"What did you do?" Seradiel snaps. Kezareth turns around, feigning innocence. "Don't give me that look. I can see the wickedness in you, clear as day."

Kezareth sighs. "Some mild possession, what of it? That girl was turning against them anyway."

Seradiel's eye twitches. "Why? Just so you could see (Y/n) cry?"

The demon puts a dramatic hand to his nonexistent heart. "You think so lowly of me! But yes, partially. I need a reason to comfort them and bond with them, since you hog most of their attention to yourself. But also because I need them to come to terms with their more human emotions. Hatred is a natural emotion of theirs that you've tried to suppress for too long."

"I don't discourage them to feel human emotions, I discourage them to act on said emotions," Seradiel points out. "There is a big difference."

"So even though you hate me, by your logic, you can't act on that hatred?" Kezareth challenges.

"You're an exception, since you are not human, and therefore are not bound to those standards," Seradiel says curtly. "I hope you aren't encouraging them to punch anyone."

"Nooo, I'd never want them to get their hands dirty. That's my job. Which is exactly why I offered to ruin that brat's life, but they said they didn't want that. For now, anyway. The offer still stands indefinitely." He adds oil into a pan with a sizzling sound. "Is jealousy eating away at you? Are you frustrated that they aren't crying to you anymore?"

"Stop making them sad just for your ego," Seradiel snarls. "It's sickening and selfish, even for your standards."

"Oh, please, you aren't an angel, either. Oh, actually, I guess you are. You know what I meant." Kezareth peels and chops the vegetables rhythmically, the knife clacking against the cutting board. "Your motives for being overprotective are no different from mine."

"They actually are. I just want them to live a happy, safe life. You just want to drag them down with you to Hell so you'll be less lonely." Seradiel folds his arms over his chest, leaning back against a wall. "At least my intentions come from genuine love and care."

Kezareth snickers. "You're just a control freak. I just want them to be with their superior dad forever. Not as crazy as you make it out to be."

"They are not yours," Seradiel huffs. "I am going to clean the living room. Do not make a mess in here, I already spent an hour cleaning your mess last night."

"Ugh, thank goodness we broke up. You'd make an awful husband, always nitpicking me."

"It wouldn't hurt to pick up after yourself," Seradiel grumbles under his breath.

...

A couple months pass after Kezareth's arrival. While still an adjustment, it starts becoming part of your new routine.

The more time passes, the more relaxed your guardians seem to be around each other too— although sometimes their arguments get intense. You're lucky enough to find them casually conversing with each other every now and then, too, although they still have their disagreements.

One thing that you notice is how Kezareth tends to push boundaries while Seradiel likes to enforce them. Both their protective natures clash horribly as a result.

With Seradiel, at least he doesn't bother trying to mask his controlling nature. On the contrary, it feels as if he takes pride in it.

When it comes to Kezareth, though, he's sneakier about it.

He makes you think you have a say in certain decisions, but ultimately he manipulates you into choosing what he thinks is best. It's clear the only reason Kezareth wants you to do bad things (in Seradiel's eyes, at least) is to not only get you closer to spending an eternity with him, but also to piss off your guardian angel.

But when it comes to things like privacy, independence, and personal freedom, they seem to share a similar perspective.

Just yesterday, you went to hang out with some friends, but of course your celestial babysitters had to follow you around. But with their ability to cloak themselves and disappear, your friends thankfully weren't able to see them.

Though you were, and you swear they thought you were crazy when you randomly shouted at nothing about how annoying they were acting.

To them, they probably just saw you yelling at a wall.

And now, you're trying to go hang out with your friends again tonight, but it seems like your guardians have different plans.

"It's a Saturday night, baby," Kezareth argues. "All of the parties will be crowded with drunk idiots that want to hurt you. Not to mention the possibility of kidnapping. Please stay home, for me? We can bake cookies. Doesn't that sound so much better than going to some concert in a sweaty nightclub with sweaty strangers bumping into you?"

"Not really," you mutter under your breath.

Seradiel cups your shoulders. "Listen, (Y/n), even if we allow you to go, we must accompany you at all times. No wandering off on your own."

"No!" You jerk away from his grip. "Look, this concert won't even last that late into the night. And I'm going with a couple of friends."

"Who?" Seradiel and Kezareth say simultaneously.

"A friend who you don't know and whose name is none of your business," you snap.

"Tone," Seradiel warns, voice stern.

"I'll let you get ice cream and order whatever movie tickets you want for the next month," Kezareth bribes.

"I'm not a baby anymore! Stop treating me like one!" you shout. "You both promised to be more lax if I behaved 'better', but I've done everything you've asked. Yet you still treat me like I'm a child! Well, I'm not. So let me go out by myself for once!" You gesture to Seradiel. "Isn't free will a big part of being a human? Why would you work against that?"

Seradiel sighs. "And you do have free will. Either you go and let us come with you, or you don't go at all. That is a choice you are free to make."

"Why is it the only time you two seem as if you're able to work together, is when you're making my life miserable?" You stomp away towards your bedroom, throwing yourself onto your bed.

Kezareth throws Seradiel a look. "Wait to go."

"Are you seriously throwing the blame on me?" Seradiel scoffs. "You are just as immature as I remember! Perhaps even moreso! Do you even truly care about them, or are you just using this as an excuse to torment me?"

The demon huffs. "Oh, please, you aren't that special. You claim I'm the egotistical one, yet you think I came here just to spite you? Sure, the first reason I came here was because I was curious as to how you're doing, but my priorities have changed! Believe it or not, I do care about (Y/n). And if you choose not to believe it; not my problem!"

Just as Seradiel opens his mouth to retort, they both hear you sob. It's muffled and quiet, as if you're trying to conceal it, but they can hear it nonetheless. At that, any irritation dissipates.

They share a solemn glance and head towards your room.

Inside, you're laying in bed, your blankets sloppily pulled over you, back facing towards the door. Even when the pair enters, you don't acknowledge them.

"Precious, please don't cry," Kezareth coos, sitting beside you. "It hurts our hearts so much when you do that."

Seradiel sits down on the edge of the bed on the opposite side. "Is there anything you desire? You know we would do anything in the world for you." Despite his affectionate tone, his expression is downright heartbroken when he gazes at you.

You shift your position slightly so they can finally see your face, red and tear-stained. "Both of you suck," you mumble. "Every single day, you argue. And the worst part is, I can't escape it! You follow me everywhere! Sometimes it feels like I have no choice but to put up with you guys constantly nagging each other... And when you two actually agree on something, it's something that takes away from my freedom even more!"

Tears well in your eyes again, but Seradiel's fingers are quick to brush them away.

"Baby..." Kezareth says in a small voice. He takes off his glasses to rub his eyes, tears threatening them. "I'm sorry."

Seradiel sighs. "I am, too."

"I'm tired of feeling like your marriage counselor, or having to choose between one over the other," you continue. "I just want you to get along. Or at least tolerate being in the same room as each other." You wipe the rest of your tears away. "And if you have to argue, just do it somewhere I won't hear. Please."

Both of your guardian's faces soften.

They seem almost guilty, which is a rare expression on either of their faces.

"We'll work on our differences for you," Kezareth vows, shooting Seradiel a look. "Yeah?"

Seradiel exhales deeply, then nods. "Yes, that's the very least we can do. Whatever eases your mind." He gently grasps your hand, pressing a loving kiss on your knuckles. "Please, no more crying, my child. May I hold you?" He opens his arms invitingly.

Still mildly upset, you simply crawl towards him, burying your face in his robes. He cradles you like you're made of glass, humming softly in your ear to ease you, gently patting your back in a soothing motion.

Kezareth shifts to lay right behind you. His wings wrap around your frame to keep you warm.

In a weird way, you feel at home, protected by both your caretakers on either side of you. Before you know it, your eyelids begin to feel heavier as sleep consumes you.

"Nighty-night," Kezareth whispers. He and Seradiel share a look, silently agreeing to stay for the rest of the night.

[miunachan]

Very Dramatic Story Ideas ♥

Hey ❀

Because of my last post Ultimate List of Business Ideas, I decided to share one more list of ideas. This time it's all about drama, baby! Intrigue, affairs, wealth, secrets, babies, crash, death. You can never have enough spicy drama in your game, so here are a few wild story ideas for your action-thirsty Sims (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Most of the ideas are base game compatible, nevertheless I included recommended packs, but that's optional as always~

Feel free to comment your dramatic story ideas and I will happily add them to this list. Here is the original post. And in case you like cute CC, please take a look at my Patreon ♥

I also shared Soft & Cozy Story Ideas ❀

Happy simming (◕ω◕✿) ~ MiunaChan

🎭 Trapped in a Fake Life

She wakes up in a beautiful mansion, married to the perfect husband, with a gorgeous child… but she remembers nothing. As she begins to unravel her past, she discovers a terrifying truth — this isn’t her life. She’s not even supposed to be here. But if she leaves… will she survive?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, Get to Work, City Living

💀 Pregnant with the Grim Reaper’s Baby

She cheated death once. Now Death wants something in return — and she’s carrying his child. What kind of powers will the baby have? And can she escape her fate?

Recommended Packs: Realm of Magic, Paranormal, Parenthood

💸 The Billionaire’s Widow

Her husband was one of the richest men in the city… until he mysteriously died under suspicious circumstances. Now, she’s inherited his entire fortune, but not everyone is happy about it. His family wants her out, the media thinks she’s a gold digger, and the police are knocking at her door. Is she really an innocent widow, or does she have her own secrets to hide?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, Get to Work, City Living

🤰 The Baby Heist

She wakes up in a strange place with no memory of how she got there. But when she sees the adoption papers in front of her, she realizes something is terribly wrong — someone is trying to steal her unborn child. Now, she must escape, uncover the truth, and fight for the future of her baby before it's too late.

Recommended Packs: Get to Work, Parenthood

💔 The Affair That Changed Everything

She thought she had the perfect marriage — until she found out her husband had another woman… and a secret child. But instead of leaving, she decides to play the long game. Will she get revenge by seducing his business rival? Will she take everything in the divorce? Or will she find out that she’s the one who’s been living a lie all along?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living, Get to Work

👑 Runaway Heiress

Born into extreme wealth, she’s spent her whole life in a golden cage. But on the eve of her arranged marriage, she flees to start a brand-new life under a fake identity. Now, working a normal job and trying to live like an ordinary person, she’s finally free. But when someone from her past finds her, she must decide if she’s willing to give up love and independence for the life she was always meant to lead.

Recommended Packs: City Living, Get Famous

🏆 The Trophy Wife’s Revenge

She married for love — or so she thought. But after years of being the picture-perfect trophy wife, she finds out that her husband has a secret life… and a secret fortune he’s been hiding. Now, she’s playing a dangerous game of seduction and deception to take back what’s hers.

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living, Spa Day

🧙‍♀️ Cursed Pregnancy

Her family warned her never to fall in love with him. But she didn’t listen. Now, she’s expecting his child — but something is wrong. The pregnancy is progressing too fast. The doctors can’t explain it. And worst of all, her unborn baby does not feel like a… baby. What did she bring into this world?

Recommended Packs: Realm of Magic, Vampires, Werewolves, Island Living

🌟 The Influencer’s Darkest Secret

Online, she’s perfect — flawless selfies, designer clothes, a dream romance. But behind the screen, she’s hiding a deadly secret, and someone knows the truth. A mysterious blackmailer starts sending threats, demanding more and more, until she’s forced to make a choice: confess everything and lose her empire, or destroy someone else’s life to protect her own.

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living

🕵️‍♀️ The Nanny’s Deadly Affair

She thought she was just babysitting for extra cash — but when she fell for her boss, everything changed. Now, his wife is dead, the police are investigating, and the only suspect is her. Did she fall for a murderer, or did someone frame her to take the fall?

Recommended Packs: Get to Work, Parenthood, City Living

💔 Pregnant by the Villain

She thought she was seducing a powerful businessman to climb the social ladder. But what she didn’t know? He’s the most dangerous man in town. And now she’s carrying his child. Will she escape before he traps her forever? Or will she become his ruthless queen, ruling the city by his side?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living

🎥 Hollywood Heartbreak

She moved to Del Sol Valley to make it big, and she finally did — her name is on everyone’s lips. But when a scandal erupts, her entire career is on the line. Betrayed by her closest friends, dumped by her superstar lover, and exposed by the press, she has two choices: claw her way back to the top… or watch everything burn.

Recommended Packs: Get Famous

💀 Married to a Serial Killer

He was charming, rich, perfect. Their whirlwind romance led to the dream wedding. But now, something feels off. His late nights. His locked office. The missing women on the news. And then, she finds the box under their bed. Whispers in the dark tell her to run — but is it already too late?

Recommended Packs: Get to Work

💍 The Wedding Day Disaster

The bells are ringing, the guests are seated, and her fiancé is waiting at the altar. But just as she steps forward, the doors burst open — “STOP THE WEDDING!” The man she truly loved is back from the dead, and he’s here to claim her before it’s too late. Will she run into his arms, or marry the wrong man to protect a terrible secret?

Recommended Packs: Wedding Stories

🧛‍♀️ The Family That Eats Together… Stays Together?

She moves into a seemingly perfect family’s home as a live-in maid. They’re kind, generous, loving. Until dinnertime. That’s when she realizes — they don’t eat normal food. They eat something… else.

Recommended Packs: Werewolves, Vampires, Realm of Magic

👯 The Secret Twin

She has a beautiful, glamorous life, a devoted fiancé, and a bright future — until she gets a mysterious letter from a stranger claiming to be her long-lost twin. When they finally meet, her twin begs for her help in uncovering a dark family conspiracy. But as she digs deeper, she starts questioning everything. Was she really the lucky twin after all?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living

🏠 Desperate House-Flippers

She and her spouse have always dreamed of flipping houses for a living. But when they take on a fixer-upper that seems too good to be true, they discover a hidden diary revealing a decades-old murder. As they try to uncover the truth, strange things start happening in their dream home… and their perfect marriage begins to unravel.

Recommended Packs: Dream Home Decorator, Paranormal Stuff, Get to Work

🖤 The Last Sim on Earth

One morning, she wakes up and everyone else is gone. The entire city is empty. No cars, no Sims, nothing. Just her… and the one man she never wanted to be stuck with. How did this happen? And is she really alone?

Recommended Packs: Strangerville, Eco Lifestyle, Paranormal

👶 The Heiress’ Baby Swap

She wakes up in the hospital, cradling her newborn… but something feels wrong. A single clue — a nurse’s trembling hands — makes her suspect the truth: her baby was switched at birth. But why? Who took her real child? And what happens when she finds out she was never meant to survive the delivery at all?

Recommended Packs: Get to Work, Parenthood

🕵️‍♂️ My Husband’s Twin is My Baby Daddy

She thought she was married to the perfect man — until one reckless night with his identical twin leaves her pregnant. Does she confess? Or does she hope the babies don’t look too much like Uncle Johnny?

Recommended Packs: Parenthood

[munipe]

Helloo if I may ask can you do where kusuke makes a little device that removes saiki's x-ray vision and seeing that the reader is pretty?

Pls say yes AND thanks for reading my request beautiful person that i adore 😎.

:3

This was a thought that once occurred in my head; whether I can verbalize my thoughts and write them down is another can of worms.

tiny drabble, may expand on this one, tbh. Not proofread 💔 (none of my works are)

Kusuo knew opening packages from his brother was a mistake—though his mother insisted. Good grief.

He half expected some weird prototype, or even some freaky gag gift—the usual. What did he find? New glasses and antennas, which was odd. His glasses worked fine, maybe it was some sort of prank? His antennae was quite fine as well.

‘To my dear little brother,’

‘I write and deliver to you, my newest prototype! I wish you enjoy my latest findings, and thank me for them. You must use the new set together, you cannot mix and match them!’

‘Warm Regards,’

‘S.K’

Just how annoying could his brother get?

With gentle precaution, Kusuo replaced his glasses and antennas. He didn’t notice any initial difference. Maybe it was some sort of prank? Would he feel a shock? Would he realize that kusuke is monitoring him now? All questions were answered when his father entered. How strange, he wasn’t muscle and tissue…but rather his father. Kusuo’s eyes widened by a small margin.

“Ku, your friend is downstairs, they’re here to see you.”

It was you, you were the only one his mother let in without calling him down first. Perhaps his mother sent his father as a messenger. He merely nodded, he didn’t need his father pestering him with his newfound sight. With his normal, silent grace, he followed his father halfway before he deviated to be in his room.

Nothing could prepare him for the first sight of someone that wasn’t his family. You stood, in your very fleshy glory. What words could he use? He never used beautiful, handsome, striking, cute, or pretty to describe an organism…so how could he describe you? How do you attribute pretty and cute properly? Sure, he’s seen photos of people, more or less skin, with or without his consent, but they’re not physical. You there and three dimensional. How could words describe you? Skin and eyelashes. Smile lines and crinkled eye corners. Pores and color. Your picture and your personality. Is this how attraction felt? Is this how boys felt when Teruhashi walked by?

No, it couldn’t be. You were the real thing, to him you would be the only real thing.

Very light fake plastic trees mention!!!

Edit: I only realized I forgot to change the pronoun usage, flippers

[orpheusluvr]

No Space (Norton x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

AHHHHH I’M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN ALMOST A MONTH - writer’s block sure is awful, as I currently have 15 unfinished idv fics just sitting there untouched in my drafts and I have no idea if I’ll ever get to continue/finish them and publish them 😔 but luckily I managed to come up with something quick and fresh rn and finish it in one sitting so WOOOOOO

This is hella rushed btw, I just needed to post something ASAP 💔

Anyways this fic is basically you and your other teammates decoding the last cipher but only 3 can decode on this one and Norton basically attempts to decode too (I think you get the idea of what happens next 🙂‍↕️) also it’s summer skin norton btw cuz it’s my fav skin and I love writing about him with it yuhhhh

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Another cipher had been decoded, which meant that there was just one more left. You found a nearby cipher and started decoding on it, while pinging your teammates to let them know your location so that they can come and help you.

The hunter was nowhere to be seen, strangely enough. Perhaps Alva was still chasing Norton, you assumed.

Naib began sprinting in your direction, while Eli also ran beside him. They both began helping you decode.

“Have any of you seen Norton?” You ask.

Naib shook his head.

“Must be busy playing with his magnets.” He scoffed.

“I’ll send Brooke to find him.” Eli said.

Just as he was about to send out his owl to search for Norton, he finally came running from the corner. His blonde hair swayed with his movements, while his open shirt flew behind him.

He stopped as he observed the cipher.

“Hm…no space for me, it seems.” He said.

“Yeah, no shit. Maybe make yourself useful and go to the exit gate while we finish this.” Naib said.

Norton gave a laugh and shook his head. He glanced at you.

“Nah, I’m gonna pass.” He said, walking towards you.

You were too busy decoding to even notice that he was right behind you. That was until you felt him. Your heart stopped for a moment as you felt his skin brush against yours as his arms moved towards the cipher.

Naib coughed.

“What the hell are you doing, Nort?” He said.

You gulped as you felt something poke against you. You knew exactly what it was, but you didn’t dare bring it up.

“I’m being useful.” He gave a crooked grin.

“Dumbass, you’re making Y/N uncomfortable. Just look at her.” Naib said, looking at you.

No, you weren’t feeling uncomfortable. In fact, you were enjoying this sensation. So much that the pool in your panties was enough evidence to back that up.

You always had a thing for Norton. Both of you would sometimes flirt here and there. But you had never imagined being in a situation like this, considering that he never decided to move things further.

Maybe the extremely short skirt you were wearing had awoken something inside him.

“Oh, my bad. Sorry Y/N, am I making you uncomfortable?” Norton whispered in your ear.

You continuously shook your head, your face reddening while struggling to speak.

“See? She’s fine.” Norton looked at Naib, who glared at him.

“Pfft, whatever. The poor girl’s probably too scared to even talk.” Naib said.

Norton moved upwards, and you immediately let out a whimper, covering your mouth in embarrassment. Naib eyed you suspiciously.

“Sorry…I failed a calibration…” you said, quietly.

Was this really happening, you ask? In front of Naib and Eli, too? Why did Norton decide to do something like this, something that you longed for so desperately, during the worst moment?

But what you didn’t know was that Norton loved taking risks.

After the cipher had finally been decoded, you let out a relieving sigh. Naib and Eli began running off to the exit gate, but Norton however had refused to move off from you.

But you were glad. Because now the both of you were finally alone. Unless Alva decided to find you.

“Norton…why are you doing this?” You ask him.

“You just look so tempting, with that skirt and everything.” He said, slowly grinding against you.

You bit your lip as you felt his clothed length graze against your clothed entrance.

“Just…be quick.” You pleaded.

Norton gave a smirk, not saying a word as he slid his hands up your thigh and pulled your panties down, then removed the belt to his shorts and freed his throbbing cock.

You arched your back, giving him easier access to his goal.

“Fuck…I never knew I’d ever be able to see you in this position.” He laughed to himself.

He pushed himself all the way in, his tip kissing your sweet spot in an instant. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan, feeling blissful at this sensation.

“The other 2 must be waiting for us so we gotta…finish…quick…” you panted.

“Don’t worry, I don’t go slow.” Norton whispered in your ear. And he was right. He immediately thrusted at such a quick pace that it was hard to keep up with his movements as your body was violently being rocked back and forth against the cipher machine. He slid a hand up your shirt, caressing one of your breasts and playing with the nipple while his other hand grabbed tightly against the side of your waist.

“Ngh…you feel so good…so damn good…” Norton groaned, feeling satisfied at the way your walls hugged his cock so tightly.

You felt like you were about to reach your climax, when all of a sudden your heartbeat increased. And it wasn’t because of Norton.

“N-Nort…” you whimpered.

“Hm? Gotta cum?” He said, completely unaware of what was going on.

“H-Hunter…nearby…” you managed to say.

Norton then realised that his heart was also beating fast.

“Shit…” he said, slowly pulling out.

You both lowered yourselves, trying your best to hide. Norton protectively held you close, your head resting against his bare chest while your legs quivered, still awaiting your climax which was slowly fading away due to the fear that had taken over your pleasure.

Alva was still nowhere to be seen, and eventually your heartbeats returned to normal.

Norton gently lifted you up in his arms.

“We should continue this at the manor where it’s safer.” He said.

You nodded, but then let out a sigh. You weren’t able to hit your climax, and the feeling was making you uneasy, but at least this time you wouldn’t have any interruptions. Hopefully.

[666anxiety666]

can you maybe do Ler Swansea headcannons :3 (if you’ve already done that sorry I haven checked your blog💔)

Was gonna make a whole headcanons list for all the characters, so it thought I'd just answer this here. 🙏

🪓Mouthwashing tickle headcanons.🩸

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

Curly

LEE

🧡 this man loves tickles but will never admit it.

🧡 his tummy and ribs are his most sensitive spots.

🧡 gets embarrassed when tickling is brought up in convo.

🧡 would always lose tickle fights to jimmy when they were kids. Sometimes on purpose

🧡 will try to keep his laughter as quiet as possible before it becomes too much, and it turns into deep cackles.

🧡 "noho, wahahait! wahaHAHAHAIT-!"

🧡 hadn't been tickled in years until Daisuke, in Daisuke fashion, found out.

🧡 blushes a lot.

🧡 doesn't try very hard to get away as he doesn't want to hurt the person tickling him.

LER

🧡 as a ler, however, his confidence is brought back.

🧡 will want revenge if he's playful and will chase you down to get it.

🧡 this man will tease you the whole time. he likes to play innocent as if he isn't wrecking you underneath him.

🧡 "What? what's so funny? me? tickling you? i have no clue what you're talking about!"

🧡 "Geez, you must think I'm hilarious if you're laughing so much..!"

🧡 he's strong. the strongest guy on the ship aside from Swansea. so pinning you down won't be an issue for him. no matter

🧡 he doesn't want to hurt you or take it too far, so he will check up on you afterwards.

🧡 he's actually very good at tickling. knows everything in the god damn book to get you screaming.

🧡 his favourite thing to do is the claw with his had on the lee's stomach.

🧡 he'll also give killer raspberries. Also, the only reason he attempts to grow his beard.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Anya

LEE

🩵 she isn't overwhelmingly ticklish but still is.

🩵 she's ticklish all over, really. but the spots that really get her are her underarms, neck, and her feet. (not in a weird way obviously.)

🩵 she's a giggler in the beginning. but get one of her worst spots, and she'll be squealing.

🩵 her laughter is soft in the beginning, but after a while, she's howling.

🩵 "nohoho, plehehease..! ple-! PLEHEHEASE!"

🩵 will squeal loudly if you surprise her.

🩵 she actually doesn't mind tickles. she finds it strangely comforting. but I didn't tell you that.

🩵 she squeaks. she once did it when Curly was tickling her and was so embarrassed.

LER

🩵 she gives big sister energy when it comes to tickling honestly. her tickles can be either soft or rough depending on what they're for.

🩵 she'll be gentle if she's cheering someone up or if you're, i don't know, not Daisuke. Curly isn't off the hook either.

🩵 however. if you've pissed her off, it's war. Daisuke is a frequent victim.

🩵 she teases no matter if it's soft or rough tickles. either way, she has a way to make you flustered as hell.

🩵 "Come on, it's only a little tickle. It's not so bad... you sound so cute..!"

🩵 "Too much? maybe don't cheat then, you little asshole!"

🩵 her nails are a killer.

🩵 will feel bad if she's taken it too far, which is often the case during board games.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Daisuke

LEE

🩷 MY BOY!

🩷 this mf is ticklish everywhere isn't not even funny. more so where there's muscle or bones.

🩷 his worse spots are his tummy, thighs, and hips.

🩷 he'll be giggling before you've even started. he hates anticipation. It makes him very flustered.

🩷 hates it when people blow in his ears. He'll squeal.

🩷 be ready to give chase if he's not sitting or lying down. cause this man will run for his damn life.

🩷 he secretly gets in lee moods a lot. its makes him very flustered and has a hard time asking for help.

🩷 was also very confused when he first got one and was freaking out.

🩷 that's why he'll annoy and provoke anyone around him.

🩷 on the very rare chance he has asked for tickles. he's very, very embarrassed about it.

🩷 he's very weak to rib counting and raspberries.

🩷 has a very loud and high-pitched laugh. you'll think someone is being murdered.

🩷 "NOHO, STAHAHAHAP! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!

🩷 is sensitive to any and every form of tickling.

🩷 will giggle like crazy at soft tickles.

LER

🩷 like Anya, he's giving older brother vibes.

🩷 he's surprisingly strong, not Curly level strong, but can pin you down well.

🩷 knows where everyone is ticklish and it's scary.

🩷 his teases are ruthless. knows exactly what will make you flustered.

🩷 "Aw! right here? it tickles right here, right? I'll have to stay right here then!'

🩷 "At this point, i may never stop!"

🩷 he definitely knows every trick in the book, and one hundred per cent tells jokes to make it seem like you're laughing at them.

🩷 will sometimes take it too far. but will always try not to and make sure you're okay.

🩷 will get excited if anyone asks them to tickle them. he'll act like he's just been asked to serve the country.

🩷 teams up with Anya on occasion.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Swansea

LEE

💜 I can't really think of much for Lee Swansea.

💜 I'd say he's a little ticklish on his tummy and sides.

💜 but will quickly swat you away before telling you off. (Daisuke 👀)

💜 has a very wheezy and gruff laugh.

💜 "h-hey-! enohough yohohou..!"

LER

💜 now ler Swansea is different.

💜 he raised two daughters, to he used to play tickle monster with them both.

💜 and ever since Daisuke came into his life, the intern is like the son he never had. so poor Daisuke gets it the most.

💜 when he's in a playful mood, he'll tickle Daisuke for anything. not listening, to cheer him up, to wake him, or just because.

💜 he knows every technique in the book, too. He was a former tickle monster, after all.

💜 he teases a lot. like, this man's will make sure to make you feel even worse better than you already do.

💜 "Listen to ya! squealin' like a damn girl."

💜 "Maybe if ya had gotten your lazy ass up, we wouldn't be here, would we?"

💜 always knows when to back off or when you've had enough.

💜 sometimes will laugh along with you. Only if he's feeling playful.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Jimmy

(I know, I know it's jimmy, but let's just pretend he's normal... ish. he's still mean, but he doesn't do any of his crazy shit he did in the game. 😭)

LEE

❤️ he's definitely ticklish, yet he'll never admit it for as long as he lives. he claims it's weak.

❤️ Curly is the only one who knows where he's ticklish and is the only one allowed to tickle him.

❤️ he's a fighter and will kick or punch.

❤️ the only spot he's really ticklish and will get a laugh out of him is his knees.

❤️ squeezing them will get a yell out of him. he'll kick and do anything to get you off.

❤️ his laugh his wheezy and grumbly.

❤️ will swear and insult you through his laughter.

❤️ "g-gehehet the fuhuhuHUUCK OFF MEHE-! FUHUCK YOHOHOU!"

❤️ i wouldn't try to tickle if you're not Curly. you will not survive.

LER

❤️ he's evil. very evil.

❤️ this man is not letting you go until you physically fight him off you. or you're in tears.

❤️ the only two people he's tickled before are Curly, who he's more careful with. but Daisuke? Daisuke had learned his lesson way too many times not to poke fun at Jimmy.

❤️ rough tickles. Damn rough tickles.

❤️ this man will hunt. you. down just to teach you not to mess with him.

❤️ is mean even when he's tickling.

❤️ "It tickles? that's kinda the point, dumbass."

❤️ "Jesus, just how sensitive are you? its kinda embarrassing..."

❤️ will fight you just to pin you down.

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

Absolutely loved writing these. They were great fun! 🙏 you can tell who my favourite character is. 💀

Make sure to send over your own headcanons if you wish.

[kayewrite]

Kayewrite's Masterlist!

warning: full of fluff

ask me anything and suggestions here!

(Not so) Latest:

Wrong Idea Right?! (jeongin x reader) - it started with a misunderstanding rumor, then a mess happened to professor yang's life.

Accidentally in Love (bangchan x reader) -You were so careless. You always caught accidents!-- but then you met chan-- accidentally, was is still because of your carelessness? then.. you should do it again.

...So much I think it must be True love (part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..") (Seungmin x reader) - It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.

Leave Before You Love Me (Minho x reader) - Two hearts met at the wrong time, but maybe—just maybe—the wrong beginning could lead to the right kind of love." 💔➡️❤️

It's a Beautiful Night, We're Looking for Something Dumb to Do.. (Hyunjin x reader!) - its a beautiful night were looking for something dumb to do.. hey baby i think i wanna marry you. love can indeed make you dumb!

One shot:

Like I do ( skz jeongin x reader) -fluff you tried to stop you feelings for your best friend especially he has a girl.

How to love? (skz seungmin x reader) - fluff, angst  You are just curious what love is, and you asked for tips from your friend, who just willingly helped you.

Want so bad (skz Lee know x reader) - fluff Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants you….so bad.

Maybe This time ( skz jisung x reader) - fluff, angst Two old friends reunite and reminisce about their shared past.

Unseen Barriers (skz felix x reader) - fluff You have feelings for Felix. But Felix, despite being aware, remains determined not to reciprocate for a reason.

How can i move on? (minho x reader x jisung) - fluff, angst How do you move on from your ex who hurt you? Jisung knows, but it seems you have another way.

At the same time I wanna hug you (I wanna wrap my hands around your neck)- seungmin x reader! enemies to lovers! -if you have teleportation powers you would bring seungmin in the middle of ocean and dump him there. that's how much you hated him. but wait.. why he was suddenly cool.

Time and again (chan x reader x hyunjin) - fluff You thought acting was just another gig, until a simple favor spiraled into something more complicated. As you step into a world of wealth and deception, you meet Chan and Hyunjin—two men whose lives you’ve unintentionally entangled with your own.

Series:

Blue Sticky Note (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff a mysterious note confession appears in your binder. Unsure of who left it, you embark on an investigation among your eight close friends, each with their own quirks and possibilities.

Blue Sticky Note part 2 (stray kids ot8 x reader) - fluff, angst you know the answer of the mystery of the blue sticky note you found in your binder, but then keep denying it.

Stack of books (bsn ending #1) - han x reader x skz

falling in the wrong way (bsn ending #2) - minho x reader x skz

I hate to admit (bsn ending #3) - changbin x reader x skz

You were beautiful (bsn ending #4) - seungmin x reader x skz

this is going to hurt (bsn ending #5) - hyunjin x reader x skz

swear it again (bsn ending #6) - chan x reader x skz

knock on your door (bsn ending #7) - felix x reader x skz

... maybe that's why (bsn ending #8) - jeongin x reader x skz

Blue sticky note (Final Chapter) straykids ot8 x reader!! -because of that blue sticky notes, you now know what you want. and that was to keep them all.

note: this will update timely note2: also please bear with me im an uni student and dont have always time to update but ill do it as i can (and yes no nsfw in this blog)

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Don't worry @ven0moir you're not alone in the trenches, we're going crazy together in real time 💀

I have to admit that BYCHANCE felt mostly like a fun crack ship at first. Why not you know, he's attractive, Will deserves some fun, I like drama, let's go.

But the more I twist and turn it around the more it feels like an actually... good and not at all farfetched subplot. Huh. Whaddaya know. Well, let's get into it.

For me it comes down to mainly one thing;

A bychance storyline would serve Will and Mike's individual character arcs and help pave the way for byler.

@ven0moir has already made a great point about how Will having some prior experience would give him more agency when byler eventually happens.

And Mike is long overdue for a rude awakening: his undisputed spot as Will's most important person will not go uncontested forever. One way or another, the show has to address how uncomfortable this realisation will make him. And force him to confront what that means for the nature of their relationship.

Bychance is a simple and effective way to accomplish exactly that. And honestly, if Mike is going to be a jealous confused mess in S5 (it's for your own good Michael), give him something to be actually jealous about.

So far the show has given us mainly one flavor of internalized homophobia. Mike hides, he plays pretend at heterosexuality with a beard girlfriend that he, although he likes and cares for her, isn't attracted to.

Bychance would be a juxtaposition to Mike's coping mechanisms by having Will go the complete opposite route.

Will already believes he has no chance at a healthy, mutual, romantic connection. So why not engage in a toxic situationship with someone he doesn't like or trust but is sexually attracted to? The world is ending anyway. Might as well.

It wouldn't be strange at all.

Will has been valiantly holding out so far; being happy for whatever kind of intimacy he can have with Mike. There's been cracks in that facade however. The rain fight, destroying Castle Byers, the argument at rink-o-mania... all point to the fact that Will, for all his valor and selfless behaviour, actually holds a great deal of frustration, maybe even resentment, because of the situation.

Would it really be so weird for him to act out and seek some sort of relief, if the opportunity presented itself?

We already know that temptation will most likely play a part in Will's arc this season. Vecna could very well be involved in manipulating a bychance situation. Separating Will from his support system would make him vulnerable and potentially more receptive to Vecna whispering promises in his ear later on. What better way than to lure Will away with a twisted version of what he actually wants? Juicy🧃

Throwing a wench in Mike and Will's relationship is also crucial if Vecna wants his plan to succeed. Those two have proven to be absolutely lethal when they join forces. Bychance could be a way to make Mike feel like Will has gone to a place he can't follow. At least not until he confronts the less than platonic feelings he has for his best friend.

Anyway, what it comes down to is Mike and Will showcasing two diametrically opposed but equally toxic coping mechanisms. Both being consequences of internalizing the belief that this is as good as it's going to get. Ugh my heart 💔

Bychance could, if played right, help deliver a really powerful message about the more insidious consequences of homophobia and what a hateful, intolerant society truly does to a person. Underlining one of the core lessons of the show;

When you betray who you are by trying to conform things go wrong.

Forced conformity really is killing the kids.

We're also in the final arc of The Five Arc Story Structure. That means one thing and one thing only; catharsis.

Everything is coming to a boiling point and the lid will blow in a number of ways. Especially when it comes to byler. Things must implode, explode, for both of them. Only then will they have to stare truth in the face and actually deal with their feelings for each other. And what living a life that is truly their own would mean.

Sure, you could do all this without bychance. But it would be a neat and simple way to do it.

And there are things in the show that could be interpreted as hints towards it (@ven0moir and @cypherheartnokey have made posts about it). Some of it could be reaching, but not more of a reach than some stuff we bylers regularly parade around as evidence for our ship.

This is a show that goes crazy hard with foreshadowing and self-referencing after all so... yeah. You be the judge. Whether it will happen or not is anyone's guess.

But I actually wouldn't be mad if it did.

[iliketangerines]

need a hanzo smut pls he’s so fine and nobody seems to write for him💔

for my honor

a/n: hanzo is pretty fine, but tbh, i can't see him anyone else other than kuai liang, which is why i think there's so little about him.

pairing: hanzo hasashi x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, cockwarming (sort of), mentions of pussyeating and overstimulation

Hanzo Hasashi had not thought much of you when he first saw you on his travels to the Mortal Kombat tournament

a man with a samurai sword, masked with your hair tied into a long ponytail

you were none of his concern, he was off to find and kill Sub-Zero at the tournament, and you were simply someone he crossed paths with

and then you kept appearing on his path, sometimes behind him, sometimes ahead of him, and he grew antsy, paranoid that you were someone Sub-Zero had sent to kill him

and then, one night by the fire as he laid down and looked at the stars, you came toward him, sword sheathed completely and hands in your robes

he asked you who you were, you said you were a samurai looking for the Mortal Kombat tournament and that you wanted to kill Sektor for destroying your clan

Hanzo didn’t know much about Sektor except that he was part of the Lin Kuei underneath Sub-Zero

and so your tentative friendship started

your travels to the tournament were mostly uneventful, but Hanzo learned about you on your journey to the island

you were gruff, voice low and gravely, and you always wore a mask to hide your face from the world, even Hanzo took off his mask at times to remind himself of his remaining humanity

you were a good companion, catching and killing prey to cook and eat with Hanzo, and although he did not need to eat as someone dead and reborn, he appreciated the thought

though it was strange how you never ate at the same time he did, he never saw you without the mask

you two grew close as you two got closer to the island, and he wondered what you looked like underneath it all, if you were as beautiful as he imagined

and then you both arrived at the island and Hanzo completed his task while you completed yours

you had been a beauty, sword deadly and bright as you flayed Sektor alive, easily and effortlessly as he made measly attempts against you

he would not forget your snarls and angry eyes as you killed him, and he found himself enamored with you and your deadliness

but, it had all been for nothing, and he came underneath the control of Quan Chi once more and found that his master had been the one to kill his family

and then he broke free, and he wondered where you were

you had been a good traveling companion, patient, firm and blunt yet still kind, but he shakes you from his mind and focuses on rebuilding his clan

and then one day while visiting the Lin Kuei rebuilt underneath Kuai Liang, he sees you, casually teaching the initiates some moves

you still look the same, maybe more tired, but there you were, masked with your ponytail high in your hair

he approaches you, a little nervous, feeling too warm despite the hellfire running through his veins, and you recognize him, eyes lighting up at the sight of him

he asks to catch up with you, to have a meeting between two old friends, and you agree and say there’s a night market in the town below tonight

the day passes by for him as he catches up with Kuai Liang, who asks how he knows of you

he says he met you on his travels to the first Mortal Kombat tournament, and Kuai Liang hums as he continues the meeting

Hanzo dresses himself to seem more casual, and he waits for you by the entrance

there you stand, mask still on, hair still up, but looking less deadly without the sword by your side

you bring him down to the markets and bring him around to the vendors, buying food and trinkets for him to take back to the Shirai Ryu

you do not eat and Hanzo urges you to, you must be starving

you seem hesitant but take off your mask, and Hanzo was wrong

you were more beautiful than he could ever imagine, and he smiles at the sight of your face

you scowl at him and tell him to eat his food so that you two could go back up to the base, and Hanzo laughs before digging into his food

you two make your way up, and he bids you farewell

but he cannot sleep, and he decides to take a trip to the hot springs, to relax his mind and chase you away from his thoughts

he enters and finds you undressing as well, and he goes to greet you again, to make a joke about he always seems to find you

you take off your robe and bandages wrap around your chest, thick and tight, Hanzo watches in silence, confused, were you harmed?

but you take them off and when you do, Hanzo realizes why you never take off your mask and speak so low, you were hiding your body to avoid the stares of people, you were hiding to be a man and not risk the fate of a woman in a cruel world

you strip off the rest of your clothes, and Hanzo realizes he should not be watching, that he has invaded your privacy and he turns but knocks his head against the doorway

you whip your head around and grip onto your towel tightly as you spot Hanzo

Hanzo holds his hands up and says he did not mean to see and that he does not judge, you are someone he respects and he would never think of you differently

you lower your guard slightly and wave him to come over when he asks if he can join as well

he struggles to keep his eyes off you as you relax in the water and lean against the wall, your chest above the water, and Hanzo can see your body through the clear water

you were gorgeous, toned legs, plush chest, a million scars to tell your story

Hanzo shakes his head and slides into the hot springs across from you to try and relax, but he finds it harder and harder as thoughts of you run through his mind

you seem unbothered, eyes staring up into the ceiling as a red flush settles across your face, but your fingers nervously tap against each other

Hanzo notices and asks what’s bothering you, hoping that a conversation would distract him from his plight and growing arousal

you clear your throat and say it’s nothing, but you squeeze your thighs together and look away as you sink a little deeper into the water

Hanzo raises an eyebrow and suddenly he’s not so sure his feelings aren’t reciprocated

he gets a bit closer to you, and your eyes dart to him but you don’t move

Hanzo decides to try his luck and settles into the water next to you, pressing his shoulder into your yours, and you suck in a small breath

but you don’t move away, and Hanzo smiles

he leans into you, and you duck your head down as he asks if you’ve ever been to the hot springs before this

you turn to him and mutter out a no, and Hanzo smiles before reaching his hand up tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear

he keeps his hand there, and he can almost hear the way your heart thumps in your chest

he asks if this is okay, and you breathe out a yes before he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips

your hands come up underneath his arms and grip onto his back as he groans into the kiss

you taste so sweet, and Hanzo wants more

he cups the back of your neck to bring you closer into him, pressing his chest into yours and slotting his leg in between your soft thighs

he can feel the way your clit grinds against his thigh, and you let out little mewls of pleasure as you start to move your hips against his leg

he pulls away and moves his hands down to hold onto your hips and grind you against his thigh, and your hands move up to clutch onto his shoulders

he watches your face contort in pleasure as he grinds you on his thigh, and he loves how you look so fucked-out already

you whine as starts to bounce his leg in the water, and he smiles

you’re such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?

he leans back down to kiss you, and you hands clumsily make their way down to stroke his hard cock

Hanzo groans at the feeling as you pump him, and you press your thumb into the slit to get him to let out a grunt

his hands dig into your hips, and his fingers leave small bruises as you stroke his cock and he grinds you against his thigh

your whines get louder, and you moan out that you need him right now, need him to fuck you please

Hanzo wants to sit you on the ledge of the hot springs, pleasure you with his tongue and his fingers until you’re a whiny boneless mess

he wants to tease you until you’re begging him for more, and he wants to make you cum so many times that you beg him to stop

but he wants to fuck you right now, needs to fuck you, and he lifts you up in the water so that your cunt lines up with his dick

he groans as you sink onto him, so wet and tight for him, and you’re no better, whimpering as you dig your nails into his back and tell him to move impatiently

he chuckles at your impatience, but he’s no better as he holds onto your hips and starts bouncing you on his cock, groaning at the feeling of you around him

you whine at the stretch and lean your head back, and Hanzo takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin

you reach one of your hands down to rub at your clit, and it makes your cunt spasm around his dick

Hanzo groans and has to stop himself from cumming so soon, and he bites into your neck to regain his self-control

you whine at he feeling and your hips buck into his as he continues to fuck into you

you’re so warm and tight, and he wants to keep you like this in his arms, a strong samurai all needy and whiny just for him

he’s no better, a Shirai Ryu warrior reduced to a groaning mess as he bounces you on his cock, and he goes in to kiss you

you moan into the kiss, and he presses his tongue into your mouth, needing to taste you and your sweetness again

the sound of splashing water and yours and his moans echo in the hot springs room as you both reach your highs

you let out a loud whine as your cunt clamps down on Hanzo’s cock, and you cum

Hanzo grits his teeth and spills his seed inside of you, fucking the both of you through your orgasms, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder as he finally lets go of your waist

he traces the scars on your back as he lets his cock soften inside of you

but neither of you move to get off each other, too warm and drunk on the afterglow of pleasure to move, and the two of you sit in the hot springs relaxed in each other’s arms

finally, as your fingers start to prune, he slides out of you and gets out of the water, helping you out

the both of you dress, and he holds onto your hand before you can leave

he asks you what you two are, if this was just a fling or if it was something more, and he hopes you say it’s something more

you intertwine your fingers with his, and you say that you’ll have him if he’ll have you?

he smiles and pulls you in for a soft kiss, starting a new journey with his love

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

casual. l Marcus Moreno

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔

Summary:  you misread his signals

Warnings:  angst, sad, a glass of wine, one broken heart

A/N: sorry for these scribbles. I hope that despite everything you will stay with me.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

Your footsteps echoed through the hallway of the almost empty quarters of The Heroics. The containers of takeout food you were carrying warmed your hands. 

This Friday evening after a whole week of work and training should have been rewarded with a comforting meal. The smell of Chinese food, from your, and his, favorite restaurant pleasantly caressed your nostrils.

You turned right and headed straight to Marcus's office. You wanted to surprise him, especially since he had already told you in the morning that he would have to stay at work a little longer, and you knew how much he hated it.

You and Marcus weren't a couple, at least not officially. You had known each other for a long time, but something had changed in the past few weeks. 

You went out for dinner together, and then again. And after that Marcus invited you to the cinema, and then you went to some drive-thru, after you picked up your order you both kissed so intensely that it took you a few minutes to pick up all the fries from the floor of his car later.

And those funny emoticons he sent you when you exchanged messages. You felt like a teenager who had a crush on a boy. But it was so easy. 

Marcus was a fantastic and nice guy. He treated you the way you could only dream of, he listened when you talked to him and really tried to make you feel good around him. A smile appeared on your lips just thinking about him.

You were approaching the ajar door of his office and were about to go in when you heard Marcus talking to someone.

"Listen, we'll practice this at the next training, okay? I still have a lot of paperwork."

"Don't tell me you're going to sit here." Miracle Guy sneered. "It's Friday, dude! You could go out or something."

"I'm not stopping you from going out so..."

"What about that girl you've been seeing lately?"

A strange silence fell over the room, and you held your breath. Finally, you heard Marcus clear his throat and speak up a bit confused.

"What made you think I was seeing someone?"

You didn't see Miracle Guy's face, but you could imagine his suspicious expression when he said your name. "I think everyone noticed that you two were into each other. Invisi Girl saw you leaving the cinema last Saturday. Together."

"Yeah, we went to the cinema together." Marcus must have been very confused, because that's what his tone of voice sounded like. "But you know... That doesn't mean anything. It's casual."

A small needle stabbed itself straight into your heart. Your fingers tightened around the containers of food as you bit your lip to keep from making any noise. You wanted to curse out loud.

"Casual..." Miracle Guy repeated "She's really cool. Smart, funny and pretty. And she really likes you."

"Please, we're not dating." Moreno was already tense and uncomfortable "We went to see a movie together, but that's it. And please, let's not bring this up again, okay? We’re just friends."

"As you wish, Marcus. It's none of my business." Miracle sighed and you heard the creaking of the chair he was sitting on "I hope she thinks the same way you do."

"I'm sure she does."

You retreated to the empty office next door at the last moment before Miracle Guy left. You waited a moment longer until you heard the sound of typing in the other room and silently left your hiding place.

If anyone ever asked you about it, you didn't remember the way to your car. You simply woke up in your apartment, with two portions of the food you ordered, which you immediately put in the fridge because you didn't feel hungry anymore.

Marcus' words kept pounding in your head, and you felt worse and worse. It wasn't like you could already imagine yourself in a white dress after a few dates with him, but you really liked him. You had had a soft spot for him for a while now, and it seemed to you that he felt good around you, too. But maybe you just misread his signals? 

You poured yourself a glass of wine and ran a hot bath to improve your mood a little. Pleasant music bounced off the bathroom walls, but it didn't drown out the sound of an incoming text message. 

Your phone almost fell into the bathtub when you read the message from Marcus.

Hi. I thought that maybe, if you don’t have any plans for the weekend, you'd like to meet up? There's a festival not far from us, it could be fun. 😉 Let me know, I'll be waiting. 🫣🌹🌹

"You'll wait then." You mumbled to yourself and turned off your phone, putting it back in its place.

You didn't know if Marcus had texted you or called you yet. You spent the whole weekend alone and you felt really good about it. 

You took care of yourself because you wanted to prove to yourself that you didn't feel bad at all because of what you had heard. A few words couldn't hurt you, right? Marcus was right, it wasn't anything binding. 

Friends do things like that, right? They go to the cinema or out for dinner, and then they kiss in the car. Normal friendly things.

But Monday hit you in the face as soon as you sat down at your desk.

A familiar figure stood in your doorway. Soft brown eyes looked at you from behind thick glasses. You could even swear that you saw a mixture of joy and concern in them at the sight of you.

"Hi." Marcus greeted uncertainly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

You tried to act relaxed, as if this conversation was natural, as if your heart wasn't beating wildly in your chest. Marcus walked over to the chair in front of your desk and leaned on it with his hands, clearly confused and stressed.

"I've been texting you, trying to call..." he started, but you quickly interrupted him.

"I had problems with my phone." you lied without hesitation. "Was something wrong?"

"No, I just... I thought we could meet again. You know, Missy was at my mom's. I thought..."

"Marcus..." you sighed, and he felt a strange shiver run down his spine. "I think we should limit our meetings to formal ones only."

He frowned, analyzing your words. You didn't want him to find out that you had heard his conversation with Miracle Guy, or that it hurt you. It had to sound as natural as possible.

"Did I do something wrong?" he finally asked, a little scared "If so, then I'm sorry, I just... I really like you, you know. And I love spending time with you, not just here at work. I thought we..."

You stood up from behind your desk and rested the tips of your cold fingers on the counter. You would have given a lot for your voice not to tremble at that moment and luckily it didn't.

"Marcus, I don't think you're ready to move on..." you said, you saw his lips part in surprise, but you wanted to get it over with. You had been thinking about it all weekend and you didn't want to suffer any longer. "You're not ready to move on, and I'm not ready to be your friend. Just your friend. That's why I think we should only see each other at work. Only formally."

You could see that Marcus wanted to say something. Brown eyes were staring at you intensely, but before he could formulate a sentence, the sound of his phone echoed through the room.

"Answer it, it might be important." You said and sat back down in your chair trying to look calm.

"It's Miracle Guy, he can wait." Marcus mumbled, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"You're the leader of the Heroics, this call is important." You pointed it out to him. "And I have a lot of work today so if you could..."

He understood you without a problem. You didn't even look up as he headed out the door, closing it behind him.

redemption : casual l Marcus Moreno

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[scivors]

I LOVE how you describe Simon. I can't explain it, but I think you're the first person in this fandom who has described exactly how a person with depression acts and it's strangely melancholic and comforting to me. Could you write something about Sick Simon? I'm tired of people giving more attention to Book Simon because he's the "edgy" version of Simon or something. I like to imagine that Simon gained a little weight after his accident but I suppose that might be unrealistic since this guy probably didn't even feel like eating before the accident, let alone after. But hey, write it your way. I just want him to get some love :(( (And he looks cuter/prettier with a beard for me, honestly. I imagine his beard tickling when he kisses you 💔)

Writers note (skip if you must): For me, representation means everything and how I write a character with mental illness. This can be tricky considering that I'm writing about mental illness from my perspective or with my experience with an individual with the exact same mental struggles etc. I can say I'm really trying to empathise with the person and try to understand them from a different point of perspective. But when writing a character with mental illness IN a relationship then I'm not gonna go straight into fluff but instead I'm gonna write the consequences and the struggles of dating someone who suffers with such, to really help people understand that characters with mental illness are PEOPLE with REAL LIFE mental illnesses and there will be some chaos in that relationship. So, I'm gonna have to end this note by thanking you for this message and I'm glad I was able to get something out of my writing.. My goal is to make people feel seen and heard (fluff is my biggest enemy but I somehow manage to make it work). ❤️❤️

- Mika, Mikayla Winters.

(CHUBBY SIMON, CHUBBY SIMON, YES YES YES)

Sick! Simon Henriksson headcanons

To go back to the chubby part, Simon is the type to be skinny fat. He has the normal body type, just some parts of his body has some fat on it (example: baby face, arms, love handles, stomach etc.) Average body type for a 19 year old suffering with depression.

(I have this headcanon that the reason why he can't run for too long is that he's not very athletic,..he gets tired pretty quickly.)

This is after his accident and he became crippled. He's constantly in his room contemplating his life and where it has come to.

Medication and pills are his biggest enemy. The taste of laboratory drugs even if it was a big part of his life, he'll never get used to it..

(but he can pick up a dirty syringe from the ground and inject it into his scars. He has no logic..)

The nurses actually took care of his scars, though his scars were infected from all the bacteria (probably from the syringe). They tried their best to clean his arms with gentle care. He zones out most of the time so he doesn't necessarily mind it.

He lost track of time. He noticed his beard growing out and the dark circles under his eyes becoming more noticeable. However judging his situation I don't think he'd get much sleep when he's sick + the bed is uncomfortable + the other mentally ill people are screaming their lungs out.

Even though it's not his fault, he keeps thinking maybe if he’d done something differently, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. There's guilt. Especially if others try to care for him. He hates when people care for him..(+bonus the other fluff headcanons where I mention him not being the best with opening up).

I don't know if y'all noticed but Simon likes to make some really dark jokes sometimes. I think it's some form of coping mechanisms to ease the situation to not make it appear as serious.

In an effort to ease the awkwardness, Simon will make dark, dry jokes about his condition. Not because he thinks it’s funny, but because it’s the only way he knows how to cope. Something like that.

To go back to the part where he doesn't like people helping him. He gets defensive this time.

Someone tries to open a door for him, and he snaps: “I’ve got it.” and he can do it himself, of course. The moment passes awkwardly. He didn’t mean to lash out. But it’s that damn feeling of helplessness again.

There are times when he gets the chance to have a moment outside of the mental hospital, just not FAR AWAY from the mental hospital. He'd be outside having a smoke and zoning out at the times while he's out.

What about cleaning himself?

When it's time to take a bath he feels so uncomfortable that someone (a nurse) has to watch him during this vulnerable moment, he tries his best to avoid eye contact at all cost however this is so that he doesn't get any ideas.

He politely asks with an anxious tone "Can..I...Can I have some alone time, please?" He looks at the nurse that had all her focus on the magazine in her hands.

The nurse took the time to take her focus off from the magazine, she lifts her head up, looking at Simon with a smiles before taking a short pause to think about it. Not long, but enough for him to feel the doubt. His eyes are fixed somewhere near the sink, anywhere but at her.

“Simon,” she says softly, “I want to respect your space. But I also need to make sure you’re safe."

He likes to sink into the water. He’ll slide down into the water until only his nose is above the surface.

"Great. Fucking. Great."

(to be continued?)

This is short, for now :)..

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

💔 and ⚫️ max!!

500 for 💔:

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“When I cook or try a new recipe or listen to the playlist we made together… Sometimes, on a call, when I’m thinking about the right move to make or the right response to have…” Buck sighs. “Sometimes, I do something, and it’s like you’re really there with me.”

It’s not something he goes around saying. He feels weird about it. In all honesty, Eddie is the only person who knows. And that was even an anxiety provoking discussion, due to Eddie’s general penchant for skepticism. But it’s true. Sometimes he just feels like Bobby is there. Keeping an eye on him or something. He hopes it’s real. And he hopes he’s not the only one who feels that way from time to time. 

“I don’t know if I’m imagining it,” Buck whispers. “But it helps. So, uh, if you are… Thanks, I guess.”

Buck lets that sit in the air for a minute. He needs a minute before he gets to the next part. 

“But I want you to know…” He says eventually. “If it’s taking your time away from other people… Like Athena or-or Harry or May… I don’t know how this works. Maybe it’s even just your family there with you. If it is, as much as I appreciate it, uh… You don’t have to worry about me.”

He blinks, tears hot and stinging. He wants to take it back. Quickly. In case he never feels it again. That strange, uncertain presence. That unexplainable warmth. Always quick and fleeting, but profound. He doesn’t want to lose that. But then again, he said it for a reason. He believes that reason. He needs to stick to it.

“I mean it,” he says. “I’m… I meant it when I said I’m okay. I miss you. Obviously. I’ll miss you for… Well, probably for the rest of my life, if I’m honest. But I know… I know that there’s still so much joy and purpose in my life, so… So you don’t need to worry. I’m going to be fine.”

Buck wipes his eyes again, finally. 

“And, uh…” Buck swallows, throat achingly tight. “I love you. I didn’t get to say that back, last time we talked. So… You know. Or, so you know.”

And there it is again. That strange feeling. Like the sun, far too warm for April skies, against the skin of his cheek. Like, for just a moment, it’s the dead of summer. And Buck knows. He just knows. His message was received. 

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When Buck gets back to the hotel room - not far from the cemetery, by design - he finds Eddie fussing around with his luggage. They aren’t here for long. Buck had suggested sharing a single checked bag.

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Because ⚫️ is done, 500 for

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There’s something sad in how he says that, Chim can’t lie. Madame Mollard didn’t introduce him as previously cursed. She said he still is. Despite all that time dedicated to trying to shake it. Fuck. Chim’s shit out of luck, isn’t he?

“There are lots of different types of curses and lots of different ways to acquire a curse,” Patrick explains. “So part of the trouble, for you, will be in determining those two questions.”

“H-have you ever seen a curse broken?” Buck asks. “Like, that must be doable, right?”

Patrick nods. “Yes, many.”

Buck exhales, relieved.

“But there are some that can’t be…” Chim presumes.

Patrick looks grim. “At least, some that we haven’t figured out.”

Including his.

Chim sighs. “Okay, well… How do we figure the other two things out?”

Patrick nods. “People are mainly cursed through obtaining a cursed object, being cursed by someone who bears them ill will, or inheriting a curse from their bloodline. Given your situation…”

“The latter,” Chim says. “You’re saying Bertie and I inherited a curse? But not Jee?”

Patrick shrugs apologetically. “Some are sex or gender selective.”

So something is impacting the men in his family… Typical. It would be his father’s fault.

“Albert!” Buck gasps. “Oh god, we gotta tell Albert!”

Shit. He’s right. They do. Fuck. What is he going to say? How is he going to explain this? He doesn’t even know what to explain. 

“Wait, wait,” Chim says. “We need more concrete answers before we tell anyone.”

Buck nods. “Right. Can’t call Seoul with a you might be cursed and we don’t know how or why or what that looks like.”

“Exactly,” Chim nods.

“I presume this is a relative of yours?” Patrick asks.

“My half brother,” Chim explains. 

“Yes, he could be affected,” Patrick agrees. “Depending on from which parent the inheritance came.”

“Well, if it’s men, Albert and I share a father,” Chim says.

“Hmm, well likely that then,” Patrick says. “But no guarantees.”

“What kind of curse do we think it is?” Buck asks. “I mean, Madame Mollard said I’m involved, and…”

He trails off.

“And my two close friends who died,” Chim says. Again, the simplification bothers him. His brother. His captain. 

“Curses have several purposes, typically,” Patrick says. “To punish, to kill, or to torment. Given that this is inherited, meaning the people before you lived to procreate as you have lived to procreate, I doubt it’s to kill. At least… Not to kill you.”

“Not to kill Bertie and I…” Chim says.

“But to kill him,” Madame Mollard points at Buck. “It already did. The young man was struck by lightning and needed to be revived.”

[hawktuahfreak]

Hongice week day 4! Hiding in the palace garden (kinda)

I didn’t expect it to take so much time to write but I was also busy whole day💔 IM SORRY

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   Emil slowly opened his eyes when he heard someone knocking at his door. It was one of the servants telling him to wake up, after all it was a big day – his 17th birthday.

  He got up from his bed and went to his closet to find some elegant clothes. His brother organised a big party and decided to invite almost everyone he knew. They were expecting the first royal families to arrive in the morning, so Lukas made sure that the palace was ready a few hours earlier.

 

Once the prince dressed up, he left his bedroom and headed to the dining room. On the huge table, there were various kinds of sweets, cakes and other treats. He could already smell other dishes being prepared. His majesty was there too talking and giggling with his best guard. After all the time they spent together they became really close friends so Emil wasn’t shocked to see him with Tino again.

 

“Good morning” he bowed shortly and smiled when Lukas turned to him. He was holding a cookie

  “Well, hello. How are you feeling?”

 

“Fine… I’m hungry, though, so-“

  “Oh, no! You must wait until all guests arrive, Emil. I don’t want them to come and see an empty table!” He cut into his words and pushed the last piece of his biscuit into his mouth when he saw Emil looking at it, frowning.

  The prince turned around and decided to walk back to his room. Lukas was so annoying sometimes. Emil hoped to at least get a good birthday gift later! He sat down on his bed and sighed quietly. He couldn’t take a nap just in case he was needed somewhere, or he had to say hello to other kings soon. He decided to read.

 

He opened the book he started few days ago. His mother had gifted him it when he was 12, so he was quite ashamed to wait so long to read it. It wasn’t anything special – another story about a handsome prince with a life full of beautiful women and dragons. Sometimes he wished to do something else than sit in his room, talk to Lukas or study. Emil would prefer to live in nearby town and maybe work selling vegetables, have few friends and spend his future how he wanted, not how he had to.

 

At the same time he wanted to just cry and sleep when he had to participate in a party and socialise. He hated how loud it always was, and that whole evening he had to wear a fake smile and answer the same questions over and over. He hated having to wait to eat too!

 

Emil sighed again flipping the page. Maybe this year Lukas would take him somewhere instead of giving him a present? He hasn’t traveled anywhere for 4 years already, so it would be really nice to see some new places. He read and studied a lot about other kingdoms, their cultures and climate. Many authors described how amazing other palaces looked, how different can forests be and strange animals living in warmer environments. He dreamed of seeing it all!

 

Then he heard another knock on the door, and the same servant who woke him up told him that someone arrived. Emil ran to greet them so his brother wouldn’t be disappointed. It was Berwald – the king of a neighbouring kingdom. He was very quiet and tall. Emil was scared of him when he was younger.

  

Right next to him was another king. Matthias! His kingdom was located on many islands, and he had an unusual haircut. They were all good friends so he wasn’t surprised that they came to him together. He bowed again but didn’t say anything. Lukas was already telling them how glad he was to see them again. They went to the main hall where everyone sat comfortably. Emil could see the servants rushing up and down the stairs to leave the kings’ stuff in their bedrooms.

  “So.. you’re already 17?” Matthias asked him after few minutes. Emil nodded and his smile faded when he saw the other one grinning. “Happy birthday. Any ladies you’re interested in?”

  “What?!” He yelled. He didn’t want to get married yet, he was still too young! Lukas laughed when he heard that question.

  “Oh, come on! I don’t want you to end up alone like us!” The Danish king laughed with Lukas and shook his head. “I’m sure there’s a lot of princesses who would love to marry you”

  Emil kept looking at them visibly uncomfortable. They continued talking about politics and art without Emil again. He wasn’t complaining, he didn’t like these topics. His stomach growled and he started hoping for more people to arrive soon so he could finally eat.

  Just as he thought about that they could hear a trumpet announcing coming of another guest. Lukas and he went the huge door waiting for more people to step through them. He didn’t recognise this king. He had long dark hair tied in a ponytail, and he was very short too. He must’ve been somewhere from Asia. Emil bowed again just like the other’s servants and welcomed everyone nicely. They also went to the main hall. Just one of the helpers stopped for a moment and looked at Emil as if studying every single centimetre of his body. He looked back at him and got completely lost in the colour of his eyes. They were golden, shining beautifully in the sun.

  The same procedure repeated many times that evening. He welcomed many kings with heavy German accent, the English ones, the queen of Hungary and the rest from the south. Music started playing and he could finally try all the delicious food he was thinking about whole day. He was happy to see a lot of fish. He loved salmon, mackerel and much more so he was glad his brother thought about that.

  All the cakes tasted amazing too. He was on his third plate when Matthias started singing something. The night was young and he was already drunk! Emil just hoped he wouldn’t embarrass him more. Other kings joined him too and soon the dining room got even louder than before. Everyone was laughing.

 

Emil looked around and when he didn’t notice anyone paying attention to him, he left. He hated noisy places. When he reached the doors leading to his garden, he noticed one guard standing there. It was Tino. Lukas probably expected him to try escaping too.

 

He smiled when he saw Emil and came closer.

  “How is the ball going?” He asked, placing his hand on Emil’s shoulder.

  “Good, it’s just…” Before turning his head he could see Tino’s eyebrow rising. “His majesty wants you there”

  Luckily, his plan worked and the guard almost ran to Lukas. Emil smiled and finally went outside. The music wasn’t so loud here. He could still hear it but with the crickets, it wasn’t so tiring. He sighed quietly and started walking among all flowers and bushes, now barely visible in the darkness. He loved how they smelled.

  His peace was interrupted by a tap on his back. He turned around thinking that maybe someone noticed him leaving, but it was just the boy he saw earlier. The same golden orbs were looking at him. He smiled at Emil.

  “Are you the prince Emil?” He asked, still not taking his hand off of Emil’s back. Before he could answer anything the boy continued talking. “Happy birthday! Shouldn’t you be inside? Talking with everyone?”

 

Emil winced at the thought of that. “No. I needed to take a break – that’s why im here” He explained. The other guy nodded.

  “I understand. My name’s Leon if you were wondering. I’m son of Yao Wang” Oh! So Leon wasn’t just a servant! He blushed hard from the embarrassment.

 

“Uh, that’s nice to meet you. I’m glad you came here to celebrate with me!” He recited the phrase he was saying whole evening, making his companion laugh.

 

They looked at each other in silence for a while before giggling again. They continued walking and conversing about everything. They learned each other’s age, favourite colours, food, and animals. Emil told him about what he liked to do in his free time, and about a book he finished reading a few days ago. He learned that Leon was really good at different sports.

 

Soon they found a nice corner in the garden with a nice bench where they sat. Leon was telling Emil about the kingdom he was from. It was much warmer, full of people from whole world and with better tasting food. Emil could have argued with him about that, but he decided to bite his tongue and be nice.

 

Leon also told him that his language was a lot different. Emil already knew that, but he was always curious about how it sounds like or how to read it, so Leon tried explaining it. He took a stick and tried writing few things in dirt, still it was too hard for Emil.

Emil talked about his kingdom’s culture too. He taught Leon few words in his mother tongue and chuckled when he heard him say them with a strange accent. For both of them it sounded hilarious.

 

After few more minutes they moved a bit closer to each other because Leon said he was freezing. Emil held his hand between his own to warm him up a bit, and they continued talking and looking at stars. They completely forgot about the party hundred meters away. Now, nothing else mattered except the happiness their hearts were filled with.

 

Meanwhile Lukas did not forget about Emil. He was looking for him in the hall, asked other guests if they saw him going somewhere but no one could answer. He excused himself to go to his room quickly to call him back to the ball, because he had to open his gifts, yet he didn’t find him there either.

 

A bit worried he took a deep breath and went downstairs again. Tino was waiting for him there looking at the ground. An hour ago he came to him to party a little and Lukas didn’t complain at first, but now it all clicked. Tino was lucky that His Majesty liked him too much to fire him.

 

Lukas shook his head and told the guard to find Emil quickly and not come back without him. He nodded and ran immediately.

  “Emil! His Majesty is looking for you!” He yelled hoping that the prince was near and he would come to him. Emil had a completely different plan.

 

Once he and Leon heard his name being called they looked at each other scared. Emil knew that Lukas must already be mad at him for running away, but he didn’t want to go back to the palace. He slowly stood up and looked around. He didn’t see Tino yet, so he pulled Leon’s hand and ran further. When he was younger, he used to spend hours in the garden so he knew a lot of hiding spots between the bushes and trees.

 

After a minute of running he stopped again and, still panting, started climbing a tree. Leon glanced at him unsure but hearing steps getting louder he rushed to join his friend. They sat very close to each other again and Emil covered his mouth with his hand to keep himself silent.

 

They waited watching out for the guard, giggling quietly occasionally. To calm down they tried taking deep breaths but with Leon even this seemed funny. When Tino was right under them the Asian shut his eyes and turned his head, but he couldn’t stop the laughter. Tino gasped and looked up at them. Leon started laughing even louder.

  “You!-“ Emil yelped.

  “Get out of there!” Tino yelled to them and put his hands on his hips. They definitely will get punished later.

 

Still laughing they followed the guard to the palace where they found everyone having fun like earlier - maybe except Lukas, who was very mad. But Emil was too happy to care. He had gifts to open, though he already decided that meeting Leon was his favourite one.

 

From other kings he got a lot of books, two swords and many new and stylish clothes. Lukas didn’t give him his present now, which made Emil wonder even more about what it might be. Or was that his plan? To gift him something that Emil chose himself?

 

The prince smiled nicely and thanked everyone again. He offered few hugs and handshakes to everyone as they once more wished him happy birthday.

 

He didn’t stay with them long, because he got really tired. Emil decided to find Leon last time, say goodnight and perhaps ask where he was going to sleep.

  “Why? You want to sleep with me?” Leon joked making Emil’s cheeks bright red. He looked at his shoes and thought for a second. Biting his lip he slowly turned his gaze back to his companion and smiled. Leon immediately understood what he meant and took his hand so Emil could lead him to his bedroom.

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They did NOT do anything freaky I swear guys they just met 🙏🙏

@hongiceweek

[theworldendswithsho]

OKAY can you please hit me with some nanami wherein he is pinning for the reader? She’s insecure because the higher ups prefer her ex 💔

ALRIGHT here's my very first fanfiction in AGES! Sorry if its not great, I'm definitely rusty! I wasn't sure who to put in as the ex so I chose Kusakabe lol, hopefully that doesn't ruin it for ya. Enjoy!

warnings: very slight nsfw, mentions of sex, some angst

His Life's Work, Reimagined

Kento Nanami was a man dedicated to his life’s work. At least, that’s what he told himself after dropping out of life as a Tokyo businessman and returning to Jujutsu High as a teacher. He had nothing and no one else to dedicate himself to, after all. He was a sorcerer of immense talent, though he was humble and stoic. Though reserved and a bit stern at times, his students loved and respected him.

You, on the other hand, were having a hard time settling in as a teacher. Here you were, brand new to a job you loved, but you behaved so youthfully that your students had a hard time taking you seriously. Hell, you’d have a hard time taking you seriously. To make matters worse, you’re teaching alongside your ex-boyfriend, Atsuya Kusakabe. Before you’d landed the job at Jujutsu High, you had met him at a bar. You were there with a couple of friends from college, and he was there to have a drink after work with Nanami, the only teacher he really got along with at Jujutsu High. Nanami, being the responsible man he was, left after two drinks and got a taxi home. Your friends ran off with some guys they met at the bar, and there you were, alone, and there Kusakabe was, alone. A few drinks later, you went home together in the back of a taxi cab and the rest was history. 

He was handsome, but he was a fucking coward. He ran away with his tail between his legs, afraid of committing to you the way you wanted. Everyone at work noticed a strange tension between you and Kusakabe, but no one said a word. Everyone, Principal Yaga included, seemed to respect him, and no matter how badly you hated him, you had to smile and nod whenever his praises were sung. Several times, you tried to speak with Principal Yaga about how to engage with the students, and he told you to speak with Kusakabe, that he was a master at engaging with his pupils. Needless to say, you never spoke with him, and your teaching skills haven’t gotten any better.

Word gets out about a Special Grade curse in Shinjuku, and a meeting is called for all of the Jujutsu High teachers. When you enter the room, you expect to be struggling to keep your piercing eyes off of Kusakabe, but when Nanami walks in, you find your eyes have a new target. He was stony-faced, but awfully handsome, and his body seemed well defined, despite being hidden underneath his suit. Briefly, Nanami looks over his glasses at you and you suddenly look down, feeling your face go red. Did he catch you? What must he be thinking right now?

Principal Yaga assigns Nanami to the mission, and tells him he can pick any other teacher to bring with him as his partner. You look up, and Nanami’s gaze is steady on you. “Y/N will come with me,” he says with unwavering confidence. Your mouth falls open, and then closes again, before you nod your head. The meeting is adjourned and the teachers file out one by one, leaving you and Nanami alone to walk out together.

“Hello, Y/N. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Kento Nanami,” he says cordially, extending a hand.

You take his hand and shake it. “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.”

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You leave Jujutsu High late in the day. The mission goes off without a hitch. The curse is exorcized, and the city of Shinjuku is safe again (for now). You yawn, and Nanami looks up, noticing the bags under your eyes. He feels his heart tug upon seeing you look so exhausted. He quickly shakes his head, thinking to himself that he cannot let himself feel for a coworker. To do so would be unprofessional. And yet…

“You look tired. We should get you some coffee before we head back to campus,” he says, motioning with his chin in the direction of a cafe. You nod, and he straightens his tie before walking silently with you to the cafe.

It is there, over coffee, that he gives you advice on teaching. For someone so stoic, he was surprisingly caring and ready to engage in conversation. Sitting across from him at the small table and sipping your cappuccino while he had his black coffee, you began to realize he was even more handsome than you’d thought. His hair was neatly kept, his face was chiseled and strong, yet possessed a kind of grace that was uncharacteristic of such strength. His normally downturned lips would quirk upwards sometimes during conversation, or when he had a particularly delightful sip of his coffee.

You both stood up from the table after finishing your coffee, you stretching your arms over your head and Nanami straightening his suit jacket. He held the door for you as you left the cafe, and you made your way back to Jujutsu High without a problem. You found yourself thinking about him, and how truly mature and responsible he was. You felt your heart flutter, and then you squeezed your eyes shut. I can’t fall in love with another teacher again. If this goes badly, my job will be twice as hellish as it is now.

Little did you know, Nanami was in the dark of his room on campus thinking about you, too. Thinking about your dainty hands around your coffee cup, and then around your weapon, and then around him. Suddenly, he had a new reason to go teach every day, and it wasn’t that he was dedicated to his life’s work.

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During a lunch break, you observe Nanami and Kusakabe sitting together and chatting. You feel your stomach clench nervously. How could I have forgotten they were friends? They were at the bar together that night, weren’t they? You noticed Kusakabe’s eyes flicker behind Nanami and land on you, and you squeeze your lunch box a little tighter. Nanami, whose back is currently to you, follows Kusakabe’s gaze, and his lips upturn slightly upon seeing you.

“L/N, come sit with us. We were just talking about the mission last evening,” Nanami says.

I offer a fake smile and apologize. “Sorry, I was just about to take my lunch back to my classroom. I’ve got some lesson planning to do,” you say, and with that, you scurry out of the faculty room and back to your classroom. Nanami’s slight smile drops, and Kusakabe shakes his head. “If she wants to keep her job here, she’ll have to be a little friendlier than that,” Kusakabe mutters. Nanami looks confusedly at Kusakabe, who then explains that you used to date. Nanami feels a pang of jealousy in his chest upon hearing Kusakabe joke, “She must still be in love with me or something.”

The next few days at lunch, Kusakabe continues talking with Nanami about you. He always makes snide comments about your abilities as a sorcerer and as a teacher, and of course, your relationship together. Nanami senses your presence in the lunch room, and though Kusakabe is speaking quietly, Nanami decides to speak up so you know he was talking about you.

“Actually, L/N’s a pretty good teacher. I think she just needed time to settle in, is all,” Nanami says loudly. Kusakabe’s face drops and he shushes Nanami. “Kento, she’s in the room. Don’t need her knowing I’m talking about her.” Nanami nods in false agreement, and turns to you and gives you a slight smile when Kusakabe looks away.

You feel pride swell in your chest knowing that Nanami thinks highly of you. Who cares what your ex says, right? Nanami believes in you. The feeling of pride ebbs away as your thoughts run wild, and you begin to wonder if Nanami was just trying to save face. How much have they said about me when I wasn’t there? Does Nanami think I’m easy for dating Kusakabe?

You don’t know that Nanami thinks about you every morning when he combs his hair and puts on his cologne. You don’t know that he wishes he was waking up next to you in the morning, or cooking meals for you when he’s cooking for himself. You don’t know the way your name falls from his lips when his hands roam his body in the shower at night, after a long day of work.

~~~~~

You’re sitting at the your desk in your empty classroom, mulling over the lesson plans in your binder. You look up at the clock. Its 2:27, and Nanami is supposed to be here at 2:30. You feel your palms begin to sweat at the thought of being alone in an empty classroom with him, but wipe the sweat off on your skirt and resume mulling through your lesson plans. The door to your classroom is open, but there’s a knock. You look up, pleasantly surprised that Nanami is early, only to find Kusakabe leaning in the doorframe, looking at you with a smirk.

“What are you doing here?” You say, disgust clear in your voice.

“Now, now, Y/N… You’re really going to have to be nicer to me than that. I’ve got a meeting with Yaga and some of the other teachers today to discuss your performance… and your behavior.”

Your eyes widen. Was he seriously blackmailing you right now?

“What do you want?”

“I want those teaching the next generation of Jujutsu sorcerers to actually be worth their salt,” he retorts. “Your performance has been lackluster, to say the least. Nanami’s the only reason Yaga hasn’t put you on administrative leave, yet.”

Kusakabe saunters over from the door frame, putting his hands on your desk and leaning over you.

“Nanami speaks real highly of you, y’know. You fuckin’ him?” he says in a low voice, leaning in close to you.

In the uncomfortable silence following that statement, you hear Nanami clear his throat. You look towards the doorway, and Kusakabe whips around and stands up straight. “Oh hey, Ken-”

“Save it, Atsuya. There’s nothing going on with me and L/N. I’ve been mentoring her in her teaching skills and I have seen genuine improvement. She is more than worth her salt, and she is more than capable of teaching the next generation. I advise you leave so I can go over lesson plans with her. And be very sure Principal Yaga will be hearing about this at the faculty meeting later,” Nanami says, his voice stern and low, a near growl.

Kusakabe rolls his eyes and stalks out of the classroom.

The air in the room suddenly feels very hot as Nanami pulls a chair over to your desk and sits next to you, looking towards the binder full of lesson plans on the desk. 

“Thank you, Nanami. For standing up for me.”

“Please, call me Kento,” he says in a honeyed voice, his eyes meeting yours and softening.

“Nan- I mean Kento,” you start, not yet used to the name change. “About what Kusakabe was saying… I know you said there’s nothing going on between us, but to be honest, I kind of wish there was.”

Your words hang in the air, and your face flushes. You expect Nanami to push his chair back, to tell you its unprofessional, to shake his head and pretend it didn’t happen. But instead, he smiles, a real genuine smile, and leans closer to you.

“I’ve been wishing there was something going on between us since I first met you at the mission briefing,” he practically whispers. His voice is steady, but it cannot conceal his longing for you. “Is this okay?” Kento asks, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod once, and that is all it takes for him to press his lips to yours.