#it's serious business and they can't keep putting it off without there being some serious domestic blowback

[barkingangelbaby]

venting so much i ran out of tags lmao

[ronanlynchbf]

"all this foreshadowing abt declan dying and then he didn't even die" well personally i think declan got murdered dead by mstief in greywaren so. actually 2 me he did die. Badly.

[4ngel-inc]

｡･:*:･ﾟᰔ 𝓑𝓤𝓝𝓖𝓞 𝓢𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓨 𝓓𝓞𝓖𝓢 — WHEN THEY HURT YOUR FEELINGS

notes — i wrote this for myself & my fellow sensitive bbs :'))

warnings — kinda insecure reader in some, pretty suggestive, a little angst but all with happy endings !!

DAZAI — it hurts your feelings when one of dazai's ex-flings walks up to your table one night when you two are having dinner at your favorite restaurant, "ah- funny seeing you here, osamu. who's the lucky lady?" you glance up when you hear her call him by his first name, and the blood instantly drains from your face—she's absolutely gorgeous. it's clear dazai is only being polite as he offers a bit of small talk before his ex leaves, but she wasn't exactly friendly towards you, and that makes you a little nervous. you ask him about her on the way home, but he doesn't offer much information—"it was just a casual thing, nothing serious, i'm sure she understands." he wraps his arm around your waist tighter, protecting you from the chilly air with his coat wrapped around you, and you start to wonder, what makes you so special that he kept you around? will he grow tired of you as well? you voice your concerns that night before bed, speaking lowly as you're fluffing the pillows, "osamu, what is it you like about me?" he looks offended at that, "darling! what do you mean? i love everything about my sweet angel," he circles the bed, but you step back a little. "stop it, 'samu, i'm not special, why did you pick me?" he looks hurt, but smiles after a moment, pulling you in so he can cradle your face, "i wasn't as awful as you might think, love, i've been a true gentleman to everyone i've dated. and anyways, i didn't choose you, my heart did—i've been yours since the moment we met, i don't know how else to explain it, darling."

CHUUYA — chuuya is always very careful not to hurt your feelings, he's a gentleman in all things, putting your happiness before his own and making sure you feel safe and wanted. truthfully, he's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, and most times, you're just downright spoiled. however, his work does take up a lot of his time, and though you've assured him you understand, sometimes, you do feel a little lonely. there are a few nights in a row he comes home without kissing you as he walks in, and he simply goes to bed while you're still on the couch watching tv without so much as an "i love you" first. you're really hurt, but you don't want to come off as needy—chuuya already has a lot to deal with at work, so you simply brush it aside. however, after a few more nights of the same thing, you crack. "chuuya?" you whisper as you peek your head into the bedroom. "mmh- yeah?" his voice is sleepy, and you feel a little bad for waking him, but you need to talk this through. "can we talk?" he sits up at that, turning on the beside lamp, "something wrong, princess?" you run your fingers through his hair before speaking, "chu," you sigh, "it really hurts my feelings when you go to bed without so much as a 'goodnight' or even a kiss, am i getting on your nerves lately or something?" his eyes widen, and he pulls you in, crushing you to him as he kisses your hair, "no- no, no, no, no. of course not. i've just been busy, angel, i'm so sorry. i'll call off work tomorrow, we'll spend the whole day together, yeah?" you smile and climb on top of him, "hmm, well, i think we should stay up all night tonight, then, what do you think?"

SIGMA — sigma absolutely hates the idea of hurting your feelings, it's almost like a foreign concept to him. he can't imagine doing anything to hurt you when his greatest goal in life is to simply keep you around for as long as possible, to love you and make you smile every single day—he's still searching for himself, and he wants to do it with you by his side. you just make him feel so warm and happy, he never wants to lose that. however, when you walk up to him one night on the casino floor, he's talking and laughing with a very beautiful woman, and it stings a little—you eye her hand as she slides it down his arm, clearly aiming to grab at his hand before his eyes dart over to you and he pulls away. "babe! what a surprise, i'm so happy to see you!" you don't answer, only eyeing the woman before she scoffs and walks away. "sigma, love, who was that?" you're trying not to let jealousy get the best of you—it's such an ugly feeling, after all. "huh? oh, just a customer. it's her first time here, she just wanted to tell me how much she likes the casino!" sigma really has no idea how beautiful he is, but his humble nature is just one thing you adore about him. he frowns when you don't answer, only watching the woman as she walks away. "babe? something wrong?" he panics a little, but the taste of your lips soothes him when you pull him in for a kiss that's probably much too passionate for others to be seeing. you hum as you pull away, "nothing at all, you just look gorgeous today, i needed a kiss."

FUKUZAWA — fukuzawa actually hurts your feelings a lot, sadly, but he's got the kindest heart in the world, so you never hold it against him for long. he's simply very blunt, so it's easy for you to feel a little dismissed sometimes. in particular, you bring him lunch at work one day, after spending literally hours on a tiny bento containing all of his favorites fashioned in an intricate design. you're so proud of your work, admiring the little details and garnishes that made it entirely worth all of the sweat (and a few tears), you even made his favorite hōjicha tea to bring with it! however, when you reach the floor of his agency and peek your head into his private office, you realize he has company, and whatever meeting he's having looks quite important. "ah, i'm sorry, y/n, you'll have to come back later." he attempts to close the door on you, but your words stop him, "oh! no, that's fine- i just wanted to bring y-" he cuts you off, "whatever it is, we can talk later, y/n. i'm busy right now." he shuts the door before you can respond, and you've never felt more embarrassed. you wander into the ada's main room before setting the lunch on dazai's desk, "dazai-san, could you eat this? i worked really hard on it, i just want someone to enjoy it," your voice breaks as you walk away. when fukuzawa arrives home later that night, he has the empty bentos in his hand, placing them on the table before approaching you on the couch, but you put a hand out to stop him, "just- don't, yukichi." he ignores your words, dropping to his knees and resting his head in your lap, "my angel, please forgive me, i was meeting with the council. let me make you dinner? lunch was excellent, truly, and it was the best tea i've ever tasted."

AKUTAGAWA — ok, akutagawa is a little clueless, so you give him a lot of leeway, but there are just some things he says and does that can't be erased, and that's especially true when he snaps at you one night, "i just want to be alone for a few minutes! is that too much to ask?" you'd followed him into the bedroom when he got home from work, making grabby hands at him, "ryuuuu," you whined, "where are my kisses?" you simply wanted to spend time with him, but now that he's yelled at you, all you want is to be as far away from him as possible. you sleep on the couch that night, even after he's begged you to come to bed, and eventually, you wake up to him sleeping on the floor next to you, not even covered in a blanket, but simply resting his head in the crook of his arm. he doesn't look comfortable at all, and your heart aches a little when he stirs, "babe? you're awake already?" "ryu, how long've you been there?" "i don't know, maybe a few hours? i couldn't sleep without you," he states nonchalantly, not even a hint of shame in his voice. you sigh, tugging on his arm, "come here, do you remember what you said to me?" he frowns, "yes, and i'm deeply sorry, i had a long day at work. i never want to hurt you, i'm just. . ." he looks down at his hands, "i'm still learning. but trust me when i say this, taking space from you is the last thing i want. coming home to you is the best part of my day."

[yuugen-benni]

Unintentionally but Intentional

Things, moments or scenes Unintentionally but Intentional attractive with your boys <3 A/N: I might consider this a Modern AU!, but it doesn't affect much so just read it the way you think is good for you!

Ever since Al Haitham was a young student, he has done the same thing: sharing the headset with you. When you two were young and he noticed how bored or down you were, he would tuck your hair behind the ear and put his headphones on you, making sure your hair wasn't messed and played a song he secretly knew you would like.

Tighnari's love for nature is obvious to everyone, but not everyone knows how attractive he looks when he takes off his gardening gloves. It's not every day you get to see a scene like this. His hands with beautiful bulging veins being revealed under that thick and rough glove; The way he stretched his arms, intertwining his fingers and cracking them together, relaxing his body after hours of nurturing his plants with the warmth of the sun kissing his skin. Simple and Gorgeous.

The way Kaeya was handsome without his eyepatch was totally unintentional. There was always something covering his right eye, whether it was his bangs or his eye patch, even with you - his lover. But you could see that it wasn't with the same concern. Sometimes he would blurt it out, showing the scar that ran diagonally down and that eye that was seen as lost, dull, but that remained mesmerizing.

Albedo refuses to cut his angel-like hair and not even God knows why. His bangs always obstruct his vision and the solution found was to use Klee's hair clips. Yes, those cute hair clips decorated with strawberries and bunnies. You couldn't help but be distracted by them whenever he is casually in your front. The gentle click of the clips being secured in his hair became a familiar sound, a playful ritual that added a touch of whimsy to his otherwise serious demeanor.

Freminet doesn't like to admit he's a professional swimmer. As a very shy person, he gets embarrassed if the full attention is turned to him. But you can't help it; your eyes uncounciosly are locked on him everytime he get out of the pool: his hands resting on the edge of the pool, his muscles of his slim arms flex lifting his body up while the water run down synchronized with his movements.

The way Neuvillette carries himself may exude authority to some, stoicism to others. In short, there are many people who fear him just by looking at him, but your case is different: The main source of your admiration for your boyfriend is precisely his serious but calm facade. It's impressive how his presence is something else in the room, how he always has a good posture, good words but such a soft heart.

When Kazuha makes promises, he always keeps them faithfully. I think that's what's so endearing about him: his quiet confidence. Kazuha will look into your eyes, close his fist and bring it towards his chest, right in his heart and promise the most impossible thing without any fear.

Thoma's simplicity touches the heart. You regularly see him smile at things that in everyday life almost no one notices. Maybe it's our busy minds or maybe it's Thoma's curiosity about the territory he now lives in. His simplicity is also conveyed by his gestures, especially those of affection, where he is direct, loving and conveys his great messages in the smallest of ways: a note, a kiss on the cheek and even with a look.

[krowlovesinazuma]

Alright, first request of mine on this blog:

Working from the prologue, how would Yae Miko, Ei, and Kirara react when they first see you?

(Non-related to the request, but I bet I'm gonna be the only one here that's not an Anon haha)

Oh nice, my first request! I'll do these separately, and in headcanons! Also, perhaps, but we'll see if this blog becomes popular or not hehe :3

Read this prologue for context!

Scenario: Meeting reader after he appears in Teyvat

Characters: Yae Miko, Ei, Kirara

Once she catches sight of someone without clothes from Teyvat out of nowhere, she's the first to make a logical connection to the divine, and take you somewhere safe. She won't ask many questions, not until she can ensure that the two of you are nice and private.

While in the outside she might look composed and serious, inside she's definitely nervous. She hasn't been in the presence of someone of such divine nature apart from Ei in so long, and she needs to ensure both your safety and well-being.

Once she sees you being receptive to her commands though, and calm once you're in the safety of her closed off shrine however, she relaxes, and begins asking questions, to ensure her assumptions of course. She can't get too carried away yet, even if you do know her name, and recognized her at first sight...

You've never seen Miko with such a serious glint in her eye apart from the archon quest, and seeing it up close is, frankly, a little terrifying. You don't know how it happened, or why you're here at all, so you can't help but worry.

That's when she catches sight of your golden blood, and you can see her eyes starting to sparkle with excitement, her shoulders relaxing from their tense posture, and her tail starting to sway more freely...

"... I'm sorry, oh divine one... Hm, no titles? Very well. I couldn't be sure of what I saw, not when I've seen my fair share of trickery and deceit through the centuries... I promise, you have my full trust now. Now, let's put that stuffy atmosphere behind us."

Let's be honest, Ei hasn't seen much of the present Teyvat, and as such has lost a grip on the culture, especially foreign culture. So when she sees your clothing, she imagines that you're just a traveler. Perhaps she should make a proper first appearance...

As soon as she approaches however, you exclaim her name with happiness, which she immediately causes her to do a second take. How did you know about her name, and not her title? Her eyes shrink, and her mind becomes easily confused.

That's when you show the golden drops of blood, and Ei's mind explodes. All this time, she believed that she would never get a chance to see you in a physical form, and you can see her eyes shaking with so many emotions...

She takes you away to the Plane of Euthymia, for your own safety she says, but as there's the tiniest shaking in her voice, you can't help but suspect it's actually to help her calm down and have some private time with you.

You have to be a little patient with her. There's so much going on in her mind from all those years she's been alive and has only been able to confide in Miko, and she knows you've learnt about it through the others. You wait for her to calm down, and sometimes, even tell her to take deep breaths before continuing.

Once she's calm though, she'll get right to business, thinking about a way to keep you safe, and cared for, while ensuring that the rest of Inazuma is aware of your descent. After all, what better way to revitalize her region than showing her the truth in their beliefs?

"You... Are alright with these arrangements, correct? Very well, then it's settled. Once again, welcome to Inazuma, the land that has never once forgotten you... I'm glad you show such enthusiasm, and frankly, I think I am just as excited."

Kirara probably caught sight of you as she was stretching herself before another delivery. She's quite busy, so it's easier for her to focus on others once off the clock. Once she sees you though, she can't help but be a little cautious, yet curious.

In all of the regions she's visited for deliveries, she's never seen clothing like yours... Soon enough, she's slowly creeping up on you, eager to see who exactly you were! Her steps are quite silent, so it isn't exactly hard to do so.

Much like Ei, she starts talking to you as if you were just a foreigner, but just like Miko, she starts asking a lot of questions! Hers are more casual than the kitsune's however, with an excited pep to her voice.

When you show her the golden drops of blood, at first she's confused, and doesn't make the immediate connection to the rumors of the creator, thanks to them being only present in Inazuma, and her not spending much time there thanks to work.

Once she does however, she lets out the loudest gasp you've heard ever, and her eyes sparkle intensely! Her questions immediately double in speed and amount, and you have to calm her down, which can be a little complicated once she gets into another tangent.

Once she stops, she realizes that since you're from another realm, you must not have a home in Inazuma! So she decides to take you back to her home for the time being, so you may feel free to leave anytime!

"Ah, I wasn't really expecting any guests anytime soon, but you can have the spare room! Now, I won't be here much, but I promise I'll try to take less orders for now!... Unless you want me to take a vacation for you?"

[lalacliffthorne]

okay, so, I kinda hadn't planned on doing this; I hadn't even thought about it - whoops 🙈 there was literally just a before and after Azriel and Reader started dating in my head lol

but since so many of you asked and since it would be criminal not to - let's think about it ;)

the one where they stop being idiots 💞

okay, so I see a few ways of how this could go

let's look at two

as hinted in all the before-drabbles --

there have been moments

like

moments

like when either of you stares at the other for too long

or lingers in a hug

or the two of you are somehow always near each other

you get the gist

so we got all those lil moments

piling up, until technically, even an idiot should see that you really like Azriel

and that Azriel -

well, is down very, very bad

which, of course, means you have no clue

okay, so you kinda do

it's hard to ignore the tingling feeling in your belly

and that rising feeling in your chest whenever Azriel just looks at you

but you're very good at pushing that away

bc -

it's not that serious, right?

and even if you catch Azriel staring at you and he never looks away, just gets that twinkle in his eyes

and he always seems to linger a little too long when he's close, helping you with your jacket or brushing away a lash stuck on your cheek

and his gaze flickers down to what you swear is your lips -

there's really no way he actually likes you like that.

let alone feels his breath hitch every time you're close or gets that plummeting feeling in his chest when you as much as brush him

and even if there's some kind of attraction

there's no way that he has fallen for you just the same way you have quietly, creepingly and incredibly hard - fallen for him

...

yeah

since you are friends and living with a bunch of busy bodies

it doesn't take too long until at least one of them gets tired of watching the two of you be, frankly, idiots

maybe it's Rhys

over his not-so-subtle-hints and mischievous smirks, just turning towards you one evening in the kitchen

"alright, love - please tell me you're actually clueless and simply don't see that Az is down ridiculously bad for you?"

or maybe it's Mor

accidentally, literally blurting it out at brunch

something along the lines of "oh, yeah; of course he remembered, he remembers everything, plus he's completely in love with you, so -"

before growing still and becoming more wide-eyed than you have ever seen her

or maybe it's Cassian

after one drink too many, throwing an arm over your shoulder and raising his brows as he rumbles: "look, sweets, I love you. but if I have to watch Az stare longingly at you for another day, I'll lock the two of you in the pantry until you confess that you're completely in love with each other and make out. so, please, put the man out of his misery."

let's face it

it's probably all of them

bc they're just so over seeing Az pine after you and you pine after Az

and if you two would just talk about this -

anyway

you could've waved off one of them with a weak giggle and a "you're seeing things"

but three of your best friends -

who all know Azriel better than anyone else does -

two actually around both of you on a daily basis -

yeah, that's kinda hard to ignore

so suddenly, you start to notice everything

like everything

which makes your heart go into absolute overdrive whenever Azriel just looks at you

suddenly, you can't help but notice every little detail of him

and how he's acting around you

and how he's just insanely, annoyingly beautiful

and it does very strange things to your sanity

because suddenly, there's this tiny little voice in the back of your head that's whispering what if

and bc you can't be around Azriel without feeling heat wash into your cheeks and your breath becoming shaky and heart tumbling -

it's a bit of a mess.

and you really should say something

because it's getting increasingly, ridiculously difficult to keep yourself from leaning up and kissing him whenever he stares at you for too long, that half-crease in his cheek -

but you chicken out every time

and you kinda have a reason for that!

bc you love these boys

and what if something goes wrong and the others are wrong after all and you are wrong and he doesn't actually like you

bc then you would mess things up and you can't risk that and -

yeah

it really is a bit of a mess

well, until

that fateful almost-kiss

(pls don't kill me for the edging)

you're pretty sure it was an almost-kiss

like, 80 %

you turn it over enough in your head to be mostly sure Azriel wasn't just - about to wipe cake of your cheek or smth

just like you turn over the rest of the night you spent in your room with him

curled up on your bed, watching movies

ending with you falling asleep with your head on his chest

bc again

you're about 80 % sure you caught him staring at your lips at least twice

which means -

now

you are really screwed.

bc damn that thing messes with your head

I mean sure

the whole does he feel that tingling attraction too or am I seeing things-problem sorta went out of the window

but still

what if it was just a moment-thing?

or if maybe he doesn't like like you and it's all just physical attraction?

what if it isn't but it still doesn't work out bc at some point Azriel realises that you are actually not chill like he is and instead a lil ball of nerves and quirks??

what.

if.

you're basically quietly stewing in your own thoughts that are slowly getting out of control

and you just get more and more panicked, spinning in circles

until -

you lose it

it's probably a moment when the two of you are alone

maybe you're in the kitchen, responsible for making dinner for a change

and the silence is, at least for you, for once not calm like it always is with Azriel

instead, it feels like the air is buzzing and your heart does weird maneuvers and everytime you just get into close vicinity to Az, you feel like you're about to burst

and somewhere between chopping vegetables and putting cuttlery onto the table

you suddenly end up crowded against the counter

with Azriel towering over you, impossibly close

and he stills when he realises, in the middle of taking plates out of the cabinet, his eyes piercing yours

and your heart is racing because you can feel him

and because it feels like his gaze is pinning you to the spot

and because he's so close

and maybe Az sees something in the way you're staring up at him, wide-eyed and panicked

maybe he even feels the way your breath suddenly flutters

or how your heart is pounding painfully against your ribs

but Azriel slowly, carefully puts down the plate in his hand, placing it on the counter behind you

not once looking away

and then his lips curve a little and you're pretty sure the world lurches at the sight

it always feels like just looking at him causes a knife to twist under your ribs because he's just so damn beautiful

but right now, he looks fucking heavenly

the warm kitchen lights throwing shadows under his jaw, making his cheekbones look even sharper

that barely there crease in his cheek as his gaze slowly drag over your face

and he's tall and all broad shoulders and piercing eyes

and he looks at you the way he did before the almost-kiss

and suddenly

you just cannot keep it in any longer

"So, Mor said you're in love with me?"

The second you blurt out the words, you feel your eyes widen.

Well shit.

Azriel blinks, his lips parting; like maybe, for once, he has not forseen this turn of events.

You wouldn't blame him. You're currently wondering whether looking at him for too long has made your brain short-circuit.

"I mean -" You stare up at him, heat rising into your cheeks while your heart is pounding against your ribs. "I - okay, I didn't mean to say that, I, uhm, I just - thought about that thing that happened the other day; well, almost happened, and uh -" Your voice is actually shaking a bit now and sounds a little like you're about to faint, and that's not that far off, because shit -

"l mean, uhm -" Your throat finally gives up like it has decided to shut you up before you can make things worse.

And that's when you realise Azriel is still staring at you.

Only suddenly his iris looks like molten gold, and his gaze is a little feverish as it darts over your face, deep and heated and like he's trying to drink you in as his lips slowly curve upwards.

"Remind me to get her back for this."

His deep voice sends tingles down your spine, because you have never heard it this low and hoarse before, and it takes you a moment until the meaning of the mumbled words reaches you.

Your lips part, and suddenly, your heart feels like it's trying to escape your chest.

"Get her back for what?" Your whisper is so breathless, you almost swallow it.

There are creases in Azriel's cheek that make your knees feel like jello as he stares down at you, something feverish and heated in his eyes when he mumbles hoarsely: "For telling you before I could."

Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart does one huge jump. Then it stills.

"What?" Your voice sounds so breathy, you're not sure Azriel even heard it, at least until scarred fingers slip under your chin, a thumb softly brushing over your cheek as his eyes narrow a little, the crease in his cheek deepening.

"You think I was this close to kissing your just for shits and giggles?" Azriel would sound dry if there wasn't that slight edge to his hoarse voice, if his eyes weren't flickering over your face feverishly and carefully, almost anxiously. You think you can feel his breath hitch and stutter when your nose almost brushes his, and suddenly you realise he's gotten really close, close enough that you can feel his breath on your lips and his scent making your head swim.

"No?", you somehow manage to whisper, your voice almost breaking.

Azriel makes a noise at the back of his throat, deep and a little desperate; his nose nudges yours, and as a shiver runs up your spine and your breath stills in your throat, he mumbles "No." and dips his head to kiss you.

And you're pretty sure the world just stops.

Becomes so quiet you can hear your heart rising in a wild flutter, the way your breath shudders as you exhale in slow motion, and the quiet sound Azriel makes deep in his chest as his hands slide to the back of your neck.

And then he's kissing you. And his lips are warm and soft and pressing onto yours more feverishly with the second, and your hands rise to slide up his waist, hold onto him, and suddenly, you're not even close to being close enough.

Your legs are shaking when you move, push closer, until your chest is pressing into Azriel's, and he makes another soft noise before slipping his fingers into your hair; his body moving yours backwards until he's crowding you against the counter and you feel the cabinets press against your legs. Then Azriel deepens the kiss, his lips parting yours, and suddenly, you feel like starlight.

and with that

pretty much every question just vanishes.

erased by the way Azriel is kissing you, deep and feverish and desperate, like you're oxygen and he's been underwater for years

dinner's completely forgotten as you move through the kitchen, hips bumping against the counters and the table until you end up on the couch

Azriel's hands gripping your waist as you straddle him, your fingers buried in his hair as your bodies mold into each other and Az begins to figure out the 100 different ways to kiss you

and somewhere in the back of your brain

the part that isn't completely consumed by the way his chest is pressing into yours and scent is filling your lungs and body melts into yours

you wonder how a)

you ever made it without kissing him

without feeling his warm skin beneath your fingers and the taste of his lips and the way his hands slip under your shirt and press you closer

without hearing the tiny sounds he makes, deep and a little breathless as he's kissing you and you're kissing him back

and b)

how you're supposed to stop

bc now that you know what kissing Azriel feels like

you're really not sure how long you'll be able to go for without it.

(he does actually tell you the thing he's gonna give Mor shit for spilling for for the next decade

mumbled against your lips

and you're not sure how your heart doesn't give out with how far it leaps

but somehow, you manage to whisper those three words back

and Azriel makes a noise that causes your breath to tumble, bc it sounds like he doesn't quite believe it

and so you mumble it a few more times, until he kisses the words from your lips and you kiss them back onto his and neither of you can breathe)

of course there's the other option as well

the one where Azriel just can't help himself anymore

the one where you're sitting next to him in a quiet corner of the library or on the couch or in the passenger's seat of Rhys' car

and you're focused on something; your laptop, a book, your phone

and you have that slightly distant look on your face, your brows crunching

and even tho you're wearing a hoodie he's pretty sure belongs to Cassian, because it's massive on you, and your hair looks a lil wild

he feels like he's about to burst

because you're just too fucking beautiful

and he already missed his first shot bc of that fucking honking car

and it's getting hard to breathe and he really just can't take it anymore

and bc of that

he reaches over and slides his hand under your jaw, gently pulling it up and towards him

and for a moment, you're really confused, because does he want to show you something or -

and then he leans over

and suddenly

your head's empty

bc he's so close that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes and the shadows of a few freckles scattered over his nose and how long his lashes are and -

his scent washes over you, and your breath gets violently caught in your throat the same moment Azriel stills, barely an inch away

you can feel his breath on your skin and the warmth of him and how your heart is suddenly pounding against your ribs

and Azriel swears he will remember that moment until the day he dies

because you look like you've forgotten how to breathe

and you're staring at him in a way that makes every sense of doubt he had ever had about himself trickle away until there's nothing left but that harsh pulsing feeling in his chest

and he swears to himself he's gonna tell you he's hopelessly, utterly in love with you like a complete idiot

that he has been falling since the day you waltzed into the lives of him and his best friends

and how instead of crashing, the way you beam at him has given him wings

and a bunch of other stuff that won't even come close to describing how you make his heart beat out of his chest and breath hitch and whole being settle

but right now, he needs to kiss you

because he's been an absolute idiot for waiting this long

and he feels like if he waits just a second longer, he's gonna explode into a million pieces

and so

his heart pounding against his ribs and his breath getting stuck in his throat

he dips his head and kisses you

and then, just for a while, he forgets about anything and everything that's not you

@ailyr92 @azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels @secretlyhers @knmendiola @luvmoo @azriels-mate2 @bookishbroadwaybish @maybe-a-winchester @stayinglow-exploringworlds @harrystylesfan2686 @icey--stars @ssmay123

[tonyspank]

TRUTH HURTS

Summary: Your girlfriend finds out your secret.

A/N: I was listening to Lizzo when I wrote this lol. And I didn't revise this at all, so if there are mistakes, sorry!

Warnings: Reader and Jenna being too cute at the end. But actually, I can't think of anything.

"I just took a DNA test turns out I'm 100% that bitch! Even when I'm crying crazy." You sing on top of a rooftop, your Spider Suit hugging your body. Karen (an artificial intelligence user interface created by and installed in your Spider Suit by Tony Stark) had turned on your swinging playlist that you had created last month. You pause your singing to take a bite of your sandwich you'd gotten from the deli a few blocks down, savoring its sweet and salty flavors.

Being New York's Spider-Man/Woman was absolutely exhausting. Yet, the thrill of it all was worth it. You smiled, content with the knowledge that you were making a difference in the city. You had to balance your heroic tasks with your everyday life, but it was worth it. You felt proud to be able to help people in need and make a difference in the world. You had found your true purpose. Sometimes you'd fear for the people you loved. You didn't want them to get involved in the crime you fought everyday. You kept doing your best to protect them while taking on the criminals. You knew that you were making a change and that's what kept you going.

Jenna, your girlfriend and also an upcoming actor didn't know exactly who you were. She thought you had a normal job, and thought you were just an ordinary person. She had no idea that you were Spider-Man/Woman, risking your own life to save others. You were afraid to tell her the truth, but at the same time you wanted her to know the truth. You decided maybe one day you could tell her hope she would understand.

You freeze your dancing and chewing, seeing a group of thugs walking into an alleyway. You knew you had to act fast, so you shoved the remaining half of your sandwich into your mouth, pulling down your mask. "Karen! Pause my playlist please." You asked the AI assistant installed in your mask. You started running, jumping off the roof and shooting a web out towards the alleyway, determined to protect your neighborhood.

You followed them, keeping a safe distance, and watched as they opened a door in the back of the alleyway. The door revealed a secret hideout with a large stash of weapons. You web yourself to a corner of the hideout, waiting for an opportune moment to act. Suddenly, the door opened and several armed men entered the hideout. You knew you had to act fast and without hesitation. You quickly webbed one of the thugs to the nearest wall. 

"It's Spider-Man/Woman!"

The other thugs were taken by surprise raising their weapons at you. "Now that's no way to treat company!" You say with a smirk under your mask. "I was on my lunch break before this!" You fired a web at the thugs and they were suspended in mid-air, helpless. You quickly zip around the room, disarming each thug and taking their weapons.

You turn to the last one, still suspended in the air, and say "Let that be a lesson to you. Don't mess with me on my lunch break." Before you fire another web, your phone vibrates. You drop to the ground, pulling it out of your tight pocket and read the contact name, which reads "Jenna" Face-Timing you.

Really? Now? When you're fighting criminals? The thug attempts to attack you with a crowbar, but you dodge it easily holding up a finger. "Dude, please? I gotta text my girlfriend."

The thug stops, stunned, and laughs. He throws the crowbar to the side, shaking his head. "Man, you got some serious priorities. Alright, go ahead and text your girl, I'll wait."

 The thug stepped back and crossed his arms. He watched with amusement as you texted away, trying to explain to Jenna you were too busy to Face-Time. After a few moments you put away your phone, turning back to the thug. "Alright, I'm ready." The thug grinned, showing off his broken teeth. He took a step forward and raised his fist. "Let's get this started then," he said.

You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders, preparing for the fight. The thug lunged forward, but you were ready, dodging his attack and counterattacking with a flurry of punches and kicks. In a few short seconds, the thug lay on the ground, defeated.

"Karen could you call this in and call Jenna back for me?" You nicely ask the AI, Karen responded, "Yes, of course. I am calling Jenna now." Karen connected Jenna to a call and the police were dispatched.

You web away from the scene, as Jenna answers and you hear her lovely voice. "Hey, where are you?" You answer, "I'm at home. I just got back from Feast. " Jenna is suspicious but you assure her that you were just busy helping your Aunt. 

She reluctantly believes you, "Oh, okay. Well, I have good news!" You swing low in the streets, dodging cars to entertain yourself. She continues, "I got the role!" You nearly get hit by a car, but move just in time. You yell with joy, "That's great! Congratulations!" Jenna laughs and tells you how excited she is about the new role. You talk to Jenna for a few more minutes, sharing your excitement about her news. "How about I take a shower and come to your place?"

 "Orrrr," She trails off, "I come to your place and we use your vinyl player and celebrate over dinner?" You hesitantly agree. Were you going to make it back home in time to shower, prepare dinner, change, and beat her there? You start swinging off your webs faster, hoping not to run into anything with the speed you're going. You see your apartment building in the distance and you're relieved. You quickly swing inside from your open window. You turn around to close your window, but your heart drops when you hear a gasp behind you.

You spin around to find your girlfriend standing in the doorway, her mouth agape. How did she get here so fast?! You stand there frozen, unsure what to say. She stares at you, her eyes wide and searching for answers. Your heart beats faster as you try to come up with an explanation. You take a deep breath and take off your mask throwing it somewhere in your room as you open your mouth about to speak.

You finally blurt out, "It's not what it looks like!" She looks at you skeptically and you can tell she doesn't believe you. You take a step back, trying to figure out how to convince her otherwise. You open your mouth to explain, but no words come out. You sigh, "Okay, maybe it is what it looks like."

She stares at you, and you take a step closer to her. You reach out to take her hands in yours. She flinches and pulls away, but you continue to hold out your hands, looking into her eyes. She takes them, and you squeeze her hands, letting her know that you understand. "I wanted to tell you."

"Why haven't you?" "I was scared," You say. "I thought you wouldn't believe me, or worse, that you would think I was crazy. And I don't want you to get hurt because of me." She nods, letting go of your hand to run a hand down your cheek. It was a claw scratch from months ago, a battle you had with The Black Cat.

"What happened here? I’m now starting to realize it wasn’t Ms. Browns cat." You take a deep breath and tell her about the fight, and the superhuman strength of the cat, and how you managed to get away. You tell her about the strange feelings you have been having lately, and how you think something strange is going on. She listens quietly, her face a mix of concern and understanding.

"Are we okay?" You ask, your voice barely above whisper. She smiles softly and takes your hand again. "We're okay. I believe you, and I'm not going anywhere," she says, her voice gentle but strong. "We'll figure this out together." She gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You take a deep breath, the tight knot in your chest loosening a bit. You can do this, with her by your side.

You nod, your eyes meeting hers. She smiles again and brings your hands to her lips, kissing them softly. You feel a warmth rush through your body as you realize that, together, you can take on anything. You pull her into a hug, your hearts beating in time.

You whisper in her ear that you love her and she whispers it back, her breath tickling your neck. Holding each other, you guys are okay. You stay like that for a few minutes, before finally pulling away. You both laugh and she takes your hand in hers, the warmth of her skin instantly grounding you. You walk together towards the future, ready to take on the world.

"So, Black Cat. What's she like?" She grinned, her eyes twinkling with mirth. You playfully roll your eyes at the question, "A real wildcat and a tease." You smiled, "You kind of remind me of her." Jenna looks at you, a brow raised. "I remind you of one of your villains?" You chuckle, "In some ways. But that's why I like her. She keeps me on my toes." Jenna grins and shakes her head, "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult."

You laugh, glad your girlfriend took everything so well. You didn't know what you would do if you lost her over your secret identity. Jenna puts her arm around you and says, "I'm just glad you're here with me. I love you no matter what." You smile and kiss her forehead, relieved that you could share your secret with her and that she accepted it. 

After you change, shower, and prepare dinner Jenna and you spend the rest of the night talking about your powers and how you got them. You feel a connection to her that you didn't before, because you can now be open and honest with her. You are grateful for her understanding and love.

Jenna steps out of the apartment as her phone rings, and you lay down on the sofa, relieved as you watch TV. You feel like you can finally take a deep breath and enjoy the night's calm.

Outside of your apartment door, Jenna answers her phone. A known voice is on the other end. "Kingpin," Jenna murmurs into her phone, sighing. "Hey Felicia," Jenna grits her teeth together in anger. "That's not my name anymore. I left it behind along with that life." Jenna pauses for a moment, her heart racing as she remembers her old life. She takes a deep breath and continues. "I'm not going back." Kingpin laughs, a mocking sound that grates on Jenna's nerves. "You know I can find you wherever you wander."

"Listen," she says firmly, her voice full of determination. "I'm done with the old me. I'm creating a new life, and I'm not going to let anyone drag me back." She takes a deep breath and straightens her posture, her eyes blazing with determination. "I'm done with crime."

"But is it done with you?" I've seen you on the TV. Trying to convince everyone and yourself that you're a good person." Kingpin replies, on the other side of the phone. "I know what you're trying to do, I can tell. But you can't run away from who you are." Jenna remains silent, not knowing what to say.

He continues, "Or do I have to touch that spider of yours to remind you?" Jenna takes a deep breath, feeling like a million thoughts are running through her head. "You won't get the chance," she says angry. "If you or your goons show your face in New York, you're done with."

He laughs. "I admire your courage, Jenna," he says. "But don't forget who you're dealing with. I'm not some kind of joke." The line clicks, and the call is disconnected. Jenna takes another deep breath, trying to calm down. She knows she's made a powerful enemy, and she's not sure what to do next. She has to be careful, she knows. She can't let her guard down. But she also knows that she has to stay strong and fight for what she believes is right.

Suddenly, the door opens and Jenna comes back, a small smile on her face. "You okay?" You ask, concerned. Jenna nods and smiles, not wanting to worry you. She takes your hand and leads you away, ready to take on whatever comes next.

Jenna jumps at a noise emanating from your bedroom. With your super-hearing you can hear it clearly. "Oh, when you walk by every night. Talking sweet and looking fine, I get kinda hectic inside."

"Sorry," you mumble, embarrassed. "That's Karen playing my swinging playlist." Jenna's face relaxes in relief, and she smiles. You take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. You ask Karen to turn up the music, and you both start dancing to the music coming from your mask. You both laugh as you twirl around the room, forgetting the world outside. As the song ends, you pull Jenna close and kiss her. You both agree that there's no better way to spend your Saturday night.

[lightfeltmemories]

mithrun nsfw alphabet please

mithrun: nsfw alphabet

note: mithrun is basically canonically a sex repulsed asexual because of the demon taking away his desires, but then i realized, hey! i could just refer to the version of him before that happened! also his younger version is so finer anyways so a win is a win, this is also a request from someone on ao3! shoutout to them!

tw: none so far

minors, ageless or blank blogs will be blocked if seen liking, reblogging or commenting on this post.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Mithrun tries his best to be there for you, he's not the best at aftercare but he's also not terrible, he wants to show you how much he loves you and sometimes it's a bit hard to.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) on him, his body in general, while on you, your neck, he has a bit on an affinity for making love bites and hickeys, but they're usually very small and can't be spotted that easily.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) his cum has sweet undertones, not sugary sweet but sweet enough to where the taste is bearable, it's slightly thick and texture and he cums just a bit to where you can clean it easily.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) i imagine him as the type to be a switch, he does not mind having his ass licked or fingered, and when he's bottoming, his moans are soft and sweet.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) even after the demon removed his desires, he was a complete and utter virgin before he met you, and was a nervous wreck the first time he did it, but over the years of the two of you continuing he started to get better at keeping his composure... and lasting longer.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) he started to like the butterfly (doing it on the edge of the bed, your legs in the air, as he stands), but missionary and even doggy style are fine too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) oh that man is serious and down with the business, leave the humorous moments for aftercare.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) you'd be surprised how much hair he grows down there, give it about 2 1/2 weeks and it's a white bush down there, if you tell him to trim or shave, he'll do it, though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) he can be romantic, you just have to tell him what to do, he doesn't have much experience on romance either so some words have to be exchanged.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) it sounds crazy, but he hasn't ever had that urge to until you came, he has only ever did it once when he was in a state of desperation for your body, outside of that very moment, he hasn't ever had the interest in pleasuring himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) he has a slight.... ok i'm lying here, when you're on top and you talk him through his orgasam, it turns him into putty in seconds, he's also kind of a brat when he wants to bottom, he won't put up with brattiness from you though, not pretty fair.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) in complete privacy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) talk to him in a sweet, seductive voice as you're starting foreplay, tell him that he's a good boy, and that he's doing a good job at obeying.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) not a fan of hard kinks such as bdsm or degradation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) he turns into complete putty when you're on the giving end, and he has little experience with giving as well, so, oral is kind of a gamble, only a little practice gets us so far and before his desires being taken away he started to get a little better.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) he's a slow type of guy, not painfully slow, but slow enough to make things last just a bit longer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) he doesn't do them, nor does he see the premise, he feels that sex should be a sacred act, not some one two you're done.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) realizing he was a switch was kind of the risk for him and the only risk he's willing to take.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) he can last surprisingly long, a couple rounds should do, he doesn't want to drag anything out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) the two of you owned a couple toys: an anal plug, and a strap on for him, after his desires were taken away.... they remain untouched for when one day, his desires come back.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) he doesn't really tease you, but you tease him, leaving a cute, whining mess, while you pump into his ass, refuse to let him cum.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) he's not too loud, when he's top he's quiet or keeping sounds at a minimum, but when he's a bottom, he moans pretty loud, he can't help but yell as his ass is being filled.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) his pull out game is... kind of weak, so he ends up accidentally cumming inside of you on more than one occasion.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) he's a grower, not a shower, he's a good 3 inches when flaccid while he grows at least 5 or 6 inches more when hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) currently non-existent, but was still pretty low beforehand as well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) he doesn't always fall asleep quickly, but when you two go a little more than 3 or so rounds, he's out cold.

[strwbmei]

Dr. MEI request (sfw and nswf, gender neutral) Yes, relantionship please

pairing(s): pre-established dr. MEI x gn!reader

Dr. MEI HCs

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ She really tries to finish her work earlier so she can be back home in your arms as soon as possible, but unfortunately the Honkai don't make that easy for her. Unless you're in the same field, you most likely aren't getting much time together.

: ̗̀➛ Because of that, she ends up using up her leave days very quickly. All of her colleagues were really surprised at first since she'd never done that before, even when she was sick or borderline overworking herself to death, so they were just happy and relieved that Dr. MEI found someone to keep her grounded.

: ̗̀➛ You also just... make her want to take care of herself more. If not for her, then for you. For the first time in her life, she feels like someone would actually be sad if something happened to her.

: ̗̀➛ She can get quite impatient sometimes. Not with you, but with her job. Before the machines in the laboratory can even process the samples she put in, she's already thought of at least four possible fixes for a problem she encountered at work.

: ̗̀➛ Which is why she likes to have you at her office as much as possible. Your presence calms her. She'd probably forget to do the most basic tasks like eating or resting, so even if the two of you can't spend time as lovers when she's working, you can remind her to do just that at the very least.

: ̗̀➛ Also, she's surprisingly very clingy. Even if she's busy, her hands are always on you, squeezing your hand or tracing shapes on your waist. Showing you affection is one of the reasons, but if she's being honest, you're sort of like... a fidget toy to her. Not in a bad way— holding you just really helps her focus more.

: ̗̀➛ She's exactly like a cat with how possessive she can get without even realizing it. She shies away from your affection, but as soon as you give some of your attention to anyone else, she's all over you; her hands suddenly gripping just a little bit too tightly on your waist while she quickly dismisses the other person.

: ̗̀➛ Don't tease her about it, though. Even she isn't aware of what she's doing nor why she's doing it, and if you point it out she'll get all pouty and sulky. It's nothing serious— just give her a quick peck on the lips and look at her with puppy eyes, and she's sure to give in to you like she always has.

NSFW below the cut !

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ She's 100% a switch. Just as much as she wants to make it up to you for never being free and show you just how much she loves you through her actions, there are also times she just wants to be taken care of and spoiled beyond words. Either way though, she'll be very demanding.

: ̗̀➛ And no, you're not doing it in her office. There are countless invaluable samples and research data. She's not risking the world to get laid. At least, under normal circumstances.

: ̗̀➛ She has a lot of suppressed sexual urges that she didn't even know about, so be prepared to fuck until neither of you can walk properly...

: ̗̀➛ Still, she was actually a bit scared of intimacy at first in fear of not being good enough for you or "failing" to make you feel good. It took the two of you a lot of discussing before she even got comfortable enough to take off her clothes in front of you, but you're happy to see that she's grown way more comfortable with you and intimacy in general over time.

: ̗̀➛ When she says she's willing to try anything, she's willing to try anything. She's not the type to say no to something she hasn't tried before. However, she does expect you to be the one to propose new things since she's a bit clueless when it comes to kinks and the like.

: ̗̀➛ She's not very good at vocalizing her needs while the two of you are in the middle of sex, so she prefers to be in positions where she can control the speed and intensity of your love making.

: ̗̀➛ She's a creamer.

: ̗̀➛ There are times when she just... completely loses herself in the moment. You can tell when she's no longer looking into your eyes; gaze instead locked on your body while she's lost in another world of pleasure. She'll be a bit selfish, but you can't deny that you find it extremely attractive...

: ̗̀➛ She's not against quickies, but she definitely prefers sex where she can take her time to make the both of you feel good. There's just something about the intimacy of it all. You're the only one she trusts with her body like this, after all.

[ghoulystay]

A mission of confession.

A König and Y/N story.

Smut.

18 and over readers.

Mature themes.

Female reader.

Some romance.

"I can't do this, I need you." You blurted out loud.

You and König were on a job, a very important and dangerous mission. The two of you were the most skilled for these kinds of dangerous jobs. The two of you were appointed to assassinate a high-risk, dangerous individual. Every single time you were partnered with König something in you awakened, it felt like a fire that couldn't be put out. You had incredibly and utterly fell head over heels for that man. Everything he did was a massive turn-on for you. Did he realize it? Maybe. Who knows! Because every time he was around you or with you, he was all business, he was always serious and quiet. It only turned you on even more. You enjoyed how mysterious this man was. You and König had been on this mission for about a few months now, and the mission was at its peak of being over. He had discovered this abandoned shack where he had decided for the two of you to rest up for the next day. It was always a stressful and tiring job, but being close to König made it so much worth it.

That night.

The whole day, you were contemplating whether or not to finally confess your true feelings to König. Should you? You kept going over it and over it in your mind.

König was on the outside of the shack, keeping a look out. You look at him from inside through the small window, and you decide to go outside to him. Step by step, you begin feeling the nerves hit you, but it's now or never, and can you really live with not telling him forever? You approach him slowly. He faces you but doesn't say anything. (Awkward) You break the silence. "König, um, sir, I need to speak with you." At first nothing, but then he says okay and motions to head inside where you follow.

Once inside.

He stands at a distance from you. You break the awkward silence in the air first. "Um, I've been really wanting to tell you, or I mean confess something to you." He says nothing if there's anything you learned about König was his intensity. He could make you feel weak with just his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. You continued on. "Look König, I.. have feelings for you... not just in innocent terms but romantically.." The air felt so thick. His silence was killing you, which made you super nervous. He finally spoke. "Since when?" He asked. You're surprised by his question. For a second, you thought he was going to brush it off and return to his post outside. "Since the very first day I seen you, König." He goes silent again, then you notice him approach you. Now inches from each other. "That makes two of us, Engel." He closes the gap between you as he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. He pins you against the wall. "May I?" You ask, with your hand on his mask hinting, if you can remove it. "Do it." He demands. You throw his mask on the floor, König kisses you, the kiss is desperate, and full of hunger. Tongues in each other's mouths, he breaks the kiss, looking at you. "Are you sure you want this?" He asks. (How sweet of him.) You giggle. "Of course, I want nothing more." With that, he gently puts you down on the sleeping bag. He strips you from your clothes as he does the same afterward. His body is so toned and muscular that you would think he was made by the gods. His dick was perfect, and just as you imagined. He gets on top of you, spreading your legs before entering inside you he kisses you. "Beg for it." He demands. You're taken aback, but enjoy it so much. "Fuck me, please." That's all it takes for him to be inside of you, you moan loudly. He thrusts hard, the rhythm fast, taking your breath away. His grunts, with each thrust, turn you on more and more. He pulls out, and you look confused but say nothing. "Turn around, Engel." Without hesitation, you're on all fours. He enters you from behind. You let out a moan. He feels so good, König grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it back. His thrusts are dirty and hard. "Cum for me, baby, scream..my name." He says. You bite your bottom lip. You've never had anyone fuck you so good before. Heavy grunts, moans, and slapping noises fill the inside of the shack. You don't want it to end. He slaps your ass, and you gasp, but tell him again. You feel your climax approaching. "Oh... König..i'm gonna..cu..m." You're breathing escalating. You moan louder and louder. He mumbles words in German as his thrusts get deeper and faster. "Tell me your mine, my Schatz." He says. As he's close to climaxing inside you. You moan so loud that you scream the words. "I'M YOURS!!!" And just like that, you both climax together.

Afterward.

You were both laying in each other's arms. You rest your head on his chest. There was a thought going through your mind now. "Did he really mean to be his? Or was that just in the moment? You had to know. You raised your head up to look at him, and by your surprise, he's still awake. "Whats on your mind?" König asked. As if he read your mind. You take a breath. "So.. what does this make us?" He chuckles. "You're mine, y/n, unless you don't want to be." You could kind of see the sadness in his eyes after he finished that last sentence. "Yes, I would love to be your girl, König." You give him a peck on the lips. He looked relieved and happy. You lay your head back on his chest, and he kisses the top of your head as he lets a breath of relief out. "My, Engel." He says. You feel so lucky. You and König drift off to sleep. Tomorrow is another busy and hectic day, but this time will be different. You and König are more than working partners. You are partners. Lovers. Soul mates. He is your protector and the love of your life.

The End.

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you Chp.18

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 4683

Summary: After their shared night Minho wakes up to Chan packing his things. He sure finds out why and Chan's plans backfire, sending Minho down the spiral of anxiety and trust issues. Minho decides to fill in the rest about some recent decisions and his true mental state.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, panic attack, trust issues, hateful comments, mention of having trouble to eat, mention of insecurities, chan tries his best

Chp.17 | Chp. 19

I built these walls so tall pretending I am strong But really I'm just fragile I wanna keep you close enough But far enough away for me to handle Self Sabotage ~ Ruelle

Minho woke up to the quiet sounds of Chan stuffing his clothes into his bag. He sat up and sleepily rubbed his face. He could barely remember coming home last night, leaving after sharing a few drinks at the hotel. Thinking back to the events of last night, how Chan kissed him goodnight repeatedly telling him how much he meant to him, he smiled softly to himself. But once he looked over in his direction again, his brain caught on to something being wrong. "What are you doing?" he asked, confused. 

"Packing my things," he said, cursing himself that Minho had woken up before he finished. 

"Why the rush? We’re leaving tonight," he frowned and pushed the blanket back, getting up. 

"Management called. Told me to come back," Chan answered shortly and didn't dare to look at him. 

Minho crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Why?" 

"Minho," he sighed softly. "Did I ever ask you about what management told you to do?" 

"Is this about last night?" he asked sourly. He couldn’t be serious. Not after all the things he had promised him only hours ago.

"We've made the headlines again and they're worried," he sighed and Minho stared at him for a moment to process his words. Once he did, he stormed out of the room with tears burning in his eyes. Chan stood still for a moment before catching on and quickly following him downstairs. "Min, hey!" 

"Fuck off, Chan," Minho told him and quickly stepped into the kitchen meeting his father's raised eyebrows and his mother's worried eyes. "What?" he asked, clearly frustrated. Minho dropped into a chair at the breakfast table and poured himself some coffee. Chan sat down next to him and hesitantly rested his hand on his. Minho yanked it away and stubbornly stared down at the table. 

"Are you two alright?" his father asked after watching them quietly. 

"No," Minho said sourly. 

"Minho, come on. This has nothing to do with you," Chan sighed. 

"This has everything to do with me," he told him sharply and pushed himself up, going to grab some sugar. 

"Min, they told me to come back early, that's all," he said and bit back a sigh. He really didn't want to discuss this in front of Minho's parents. 

"And of course Mr. Golden Boy does as he's told," Minho said, aggressively throwing some sugar into his cup. "You never do, but when it's about us, you comply," he said and mocked him by bowing as if someone was in front of him. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. He’s not my boyfriend, why the hell would you think that?” he spat out mockingly. 

"Okay, that’s enough," he told him sharply. He hated the fact that he was in Minho’s home having this argument with his parents watching. Any other time he would’ve snapped, and told him to stop being an ass. "Have you seen the headlines?" 

Minho scoffed and turned toward him, cursing himself for the tears in his eyes. "I don't have to. They're probably true, and I don't give a damn about that. This is exactly what I was talking about when I asked you to have my back, Chan!" he told him firmly. 

Chan pulled out his phone as it rang for a third time that morning and groaned. "What?" he snapped. "Yes, I got it. I have to pack first for fucks sake...No, you don't have to send a damn cab." 

"Unbelievable! We can't even have a discussion without business getting in the way," Minho shook his head and put his cup down, not wanting to have breakfast anymore. Chan grabbed his arm and held him back from leaving the kitchen. "I said fuck off, Chan. Seriously, just go back and do what they trained you to. Be a good puppy and roll over while you're at it. Maybe they'll give you a treat. Keep denying yourself and us. You got what you came here for last night after all." 

"Seriously?" Chan asked, his mood becoming more sour. "I didn't think people would follow us around all night, okay? It's not my fault you didn't button up your shirt properly. There were marks all over your neck." 

"So it's my fault now?" he asked angrily. "You're the one putting them there."

"Minho, this isn't anyone's fault. Nevertheless, there weren’t only positive reactions, okay? Some people are actually blaming me for destroying their dream couple, which is you with Hannie. Or that I’m using the fact you’re vulnerable right now,” he told him defensively.

“So it’s about you again?” he threw back. “You can’t deal with that?”

“Can you deal with being called a whore and using me to get over the fact that you can’t take part in group activities at the moment?” Chan asked. Minho’s face fell almost instantly.

“Excuse me?” he whispered in shock, waiting for Chan to tell him that had been a tasteless joke. As Chan simply stared at him with no words, Minho pulled his phone from his pocket, looking up their names.

“Please don’t,” Chan told him quietly, but it was too late. Minho scrolled through several headlines, spotting a few ugly rumors amongst the positive ones, as well as a few nasty comments. He swallowed hard and put his phone back into his pocket, not knowing what to say. “If you want this to work you have to trust me sometimes, okay?" he asked tiredly. 

"That's a little hard after the past few weeks, please forgive me," he said sarcastically. "I can't believe I fell for it, again." 

"Min…come on," Chan spoke, a little hurt. "You can't say things are fine between us and then throw it back in my face whenever we have a disagreement." 

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm being honest," he told him and nervously ran his hand through his hair as his heart started racing. He knew he had hurt him, but it wasn’t all intentional. He didn't have the mental capacities for another fight with Chan. Those headlines didn’t help their situation and Chan had been right. He shouldn’t have looked at them, as it only made him feel worse. "All I want is you to…fuck," he breathed out as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks and he looked away from him, feeling a little anxious. "I want you to have my back and not run away as soon as rumors start spreading. I can't deal with that by myself right now, I'm not -," he pressed his lips together tightly as his voice started shaking and glanced back at Chan timidly. He sucked in a sharp breath as his chest tightened up and he felt like he couldn't breathe properly. Didn't he get it? Couldn't he read him and understand what he was trying to say, like he always does? 

Chan watched him observantly, picking up on the signs of a potential panic attack. He held his hands up calmingly. "Okay, baby, look at me," he said, his voice growing calm and soft. "I'm not trying to run. I'm trying to work this out for us. I'm sorry if it came off the wrong way, Min." 

Minho looked at him, his voice trembling as he spoke up. "I'm not stable, Chan. I'm insecure, I don't believe in myself. I have trust issues, and this isn't helping." 

"That's okay, it won't be like this forever," he promised and took a step toward him. "I'm here, sweetie, okay?" he told him softly and watched his expression soften at the term of endearment. 

Minho nodded and sucked in a sharp breath. "Channie?" he asked timidly. "Something's wrong." 

"Come here." Chan very gently pulled him into his arms, knowing by now his boyfriend needed to be held closely when he felt himself panicking. Minho gripped his shirt, burying his face in his chest. "I'm here," he told him and soothingly rubbed his back. Minho held onto him tightly as his body started shaking and gasped for air. Chan looked at Minho's parents, who were watching them worriedly. "God, I'm sorry," he apologized before lowering Minho down with him onto the floor and pulling him in his lap. 

Minho panted and felt hot tears spilling down his cheeks. He sniffled softly as Chan whispered soothingly to him and held him close. "Don't let go," he pleaded quietly. 

"I won't," he promised and kissed his hair before fondling it lovingly. "I love you, Min, okay?" he told him softly. "So much." 

Minho nodded bravely and took his hand. "I love you too." 

"Deep breaths, baby," he told him, and Minho breathed with him. "I'm not running away. I'm trying to have your back right now and figure things out for us, okay? I didn’t want you to see that shit," he told him and Minho hummed gently. Chan gave him another moment before speaking up again. "Look, I'll go back home a few hours earlier than planned. I'll fix things at the company because I don't want you having to deal with this right now. Then I'll come back and pick you up so you can be on set with us tomorrow. I can even drive you back home after but please, trust me on this."

Minho stared up at him and tried to calm down again since Chan sounded sincere. "You promise this is just because you want to fix it? Not because you're getting scared again?" 

Chan held his hand up, showing Minho the ring. "I promised you something, and I intend to keep that. Having to deny it in public doesn't make you any less of my boyfriend, okay? It won't always be like this." He kissed his palm and let Minho caress his cheek, grounding himself with that little touch. 

Minho searched his eyes before visibly relaxing. "Okay," he said quietly. "Sorry." 

Chan cupped his face and planted a very gentle kiss on his forehead. "It's okay."

Minho gently covered his hands with his own and sighed softly. "No, I've been unnecessarily mean." 

"Maybe a little," Chan chuckled quietly, and Minho smirked. "Better?" he asked patiently. 

"Yeah," he nodded and chuckled as Chan wiped his cheeks with his thumbs. "I promise I'll be normal again one day." 

"You'll always be amazing to me," Chan assured him. Minho smiled softly at his words, blushing lightly. "Don't push yourself, Min," he said gently. Chan held up his pinky finger for him and flashed him a gentle smile. "It's you and me against the world, right?" 

Minho had to laugh at that promise they made each other way back in the beginning of their careers. "Always," he said softly and linked their fingers. 

"Now come on, you should eat something, baby." 

"Alright," he nodded and got up with him. "Sorry, I'm a little messed up," he apologized to his parents who just waved him off, seemingly relieved they had settled their issue and he was alright. 

Chan's phone rang another time, and Minho glanced at him as he closed his eyes defeatedly and got up. He watched him step into the hallway anxiously and even though he didn't understand much of his words, Chan was clearly pissed off. He came back after and sat down next to him, glancing at him. "How quickly will you have your stuff packed up for a couple of days?" 

"Uh…half an hour?" he asked, knowing he'd have to gather everything together first. 

"Great, we'll be leaving together then," he told him, and Minho looked at him surprised. "I'll drop you off at the house before I go and deal with this. I think Hannie and Felix have the day off, so you won't be alone."

"Okay," he nodded and smiled a little. 

"They're being ridiculous anyway," he snorted and Minho smirked. 

"Thank you, Channie," he told him gently, and Chan smiled at him softly. 

"Of course." 

-

Minho chuckled as Chan opened the front door to the group’s shared home, carrying his suitcase for him. He had been just as insisting as Felix about doing that. "Felix? Han?" Chan called out. 

"Oh, you're back already?" Felix responded loudly. Only a few moments later he walked into their eyesight. "Min!" he exclaimed excitedly and rushed over to hug him very tightly. "Hannie! Minho's back!"

Minho laughed and covered his ear as Felix shouted next to it. He yelped in surprise as Jisung practically threw himself at them and lost his balance. Chan's hand found his back, supporting him, and Minho smiled at him thankfully. 

"Easy there kids. Min's still not in the best shape physically," he told them kindly. 

"I'm sorry," Jisung apologized nervously. But Minho patted his back reassuringly. "I just missed you so much." 

"I missed you guys too," Minho said, squeezing them tight for a moment before letting go of them again. "I should sit down," he said more to Chan than the others, but they immediately exchanged a worried look. "Stop it already! I'll start feeling sorry for you." 

Chan giggled and took his hand, walking to the sofa with him. "Were you two planning to do anything? Or are you staying here?" 

"Afraid Minho can't be left alone?" Jisung teased him. But the way Chan glanced at them both worried Jisung and Felix. Something to definitely talk about later on. 

"We planned on staying in today, yeah," Felix quickly said, and Jisung nodded, agreeing. They could go bowling another time, then. This seemed to be more pressing matters.

"I'll have to go to the company to handle some things because of press," he rolled his eyes, and they nodded knowingly. 

"Stalkers," Minho laughed at their knowing looks. 

"I'll be back later, okay baby?" Chan asked gently, and Minho searched his eyes observantly. Still feeling like something was off between the two of them.

"Can you give us a moment?" he asked his friends with a small smile. The two nodded, quickly leaving the room. "I don't know what happened this morning, but I'm okay, Chan." 

"I know," Chan nodded quickly. 

"I'm eating, I'm taking care of myself, I listen to my body when I’m pushing too much," he said, grabbing his hand. "I'm seeing a therapist, love. I'm doing everything I can." 

"I know," he nodded. 

"I need you to trust me with that, okay? I don't know why I panicked this morning, but it won't happen again," he promised, and Chan shook his head, sitting down next to him. 

"Don't. Don't start trying to function normally again just because you don't want to worry me. If you panic again, I'll be there to hold you just like this morning. I don't care how often it'll happen until you're okay. But don't start hiding again," he said, gently cupping his cheek. "I'm here every step of the way." 

Minho turned a little and pressed a soft kiss onto his palm. "I know you are. Deep down, I do, no matter what I say." 

He nodded and leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "Be good and remember to eat, alright?" 

"Yes, hyung," Minho smiled sheepishly, and Chan smirked. 

"Good, I'll see you later, baby," he smiled before kissing him goodbye. 

Felix and Jisung were with him as soon as Chan had left and looked at him expectantly. 

"What?!" he snapped jokingly. 

"How are you feeling?" Felix asked. 

"How did you two finally make up?" Jisung asked only seconds later. 

"How was dinner with your parents and Chan?" Felix added quickly. 

"Do they approve of him?" Jisung asked curiously. 

"What the hell did you do at a hotel leaving with all those marks?" Felix asked with wide eyes, gesturing at his neck. 

"And why the hell does Chan look like he finally got some dick last night?" Jisung asked. Minho blinked at their rapid questioning. That didn’t take long at all.

"Alright, one question at a time," he laughed before squinting his eyes at Jisung. "What's that last one about?" 

"I don't know, I guess he just looks at you differently than before," he said, and Minho blushed heavily. "Oh! So I'm right??" His eyes widened and a small grin rested on his lips.

"Wait, what?" Felix asked, confused. 

"Yes, Chan let me top. Twice," Minho confessed before all hell broke loose. "Guys!" he protested, laughing. 

"You don't have to answer this one, but he's whiny, isn't he?" Jisung asked. Minho's lips parted softly at the memory, clearly giving him his answer. "I bet he likes to get roughed up a bit."

"Hannie," Minho protested weakly. 

"I'm definitely right about that," he grinned succeedingly. 

"I can't believe you sometimes," Felix giggled. "Always so nosy." 

"I'm sorry I have to ask instead of walking in and witnessing everything live," he protested. 

"Don't act like you wouldn't ask about me topping in your own interest," Minho shook his head. Jisung blushed, meeting Felix's wide eyes. 

"Oh my god, he knows?" Felix whispered. 

"Yes, he knows," Minho whispered back and fondly rolled his eyes. "So, to answer your questions one by one. I'm getting better even though it's a slow process which is pissing me off. Chan and I got into a little fight this morning, and I panicked for no reason, which is why he was hovering before."

"A fight?" 

"He said he had to leave earlier than planned to deal with this and then pick me up later. It felt like he was running again instead of staying by my side," he told them and scratched his neck. "I was overreacting, he reacted to that. It might've gotten a little unpleasant for my parents shortly. Then I started to panic, he noticed and took care of me. We're fine." Then he continued by telling them about their long conversations in person and on the phone, as well as Chan's letter. "At the end of the day, I can't stay away from him for too long and…I really hope this works out now." 

Felix smiled gently and patted his shoulder. "I'm sure it will." 

"To answer your question about my parents…My mum always loved Chan, literally from the beginning. She had it all figured out before we even knew of each other's feelings. She's been very fond of him the past few days," he told them, and they smiled happily. "They kind of told him they were hoping he's serious this time. My dad..my dad suggested taking pictures of us last night. And he didn't stop when Chan suddenly kissed me. They've turned out really cute," he smiled. 

"Oh, please show us the pictures," Felix said excitedly. Minho smiled and grabbed his phone to show them some of his favorite shots. 

"Look at the love in his eyes, Minho hyung," Jisung beamed. "You two look so handsome together." 

"Thanks," he giggled. "I think what we did at that hotel room is self-explanatory looking at my neck," he concluded.

"We've had our suspicions, yeah," Felix nodded. 

"Minho hyung, Felix and I were about to order some lunch. You want some as well?" Jisung asked kindly. 

"Sure, what are we getting?" he asked, closing his photos and ready to order for the three of them. 

Jisung gently shook his head. "Let me buy it for you. You deserve it and it’s a small welcome back gift," he told him, with Felix nodding to back him up. Minho smiled shyly and accepted the gesture. 

-

Chan came back later, finding the trio on the sofa, watching a movie and eating. Minho smiled up at him as he approached them, and his smile widened as Chan leaned down to kiss him. Minho lifted his blanket and made room for him. "Come here, love." 

Chan smiled and sat down next to him. "What are you having?" he asked. Minho let him try some of his before leaning forward and grabbing another container from the table. 

"That's yours. I thought you might be hungry coming back," he told him.  Chan took it, smiling brightly. 

"You're so sweet," he told him. 

After the movie was over, Felix and Jisung left the room to give the couple some space. Chan and Minho cuddled up on the sofa, and it didn't take long before Minho fell asleep on his chest. Chan played with his hair lovingly and told everyone to be quiet as they returned home one by one. They all smiled at having Minho back and moved quietly, knowing he needed the sleep. Minho woke up later and sleepily cuddled up against him. He yawned softly and rubbed his eyes, smiling as Chan spoke up, his voice rumbling through his chest. 

"Slept alright, kitten?" he asked softly. 

"Always when you hold me," he smiled, and Chan kissed his head. 

-

Minho was a little nervous as all the kids gathered around him on the mattresses they threw on the floor. He didn't want them to think less of him or feel like he was pushing them into a bad situation by opening up in public. Chan was sitting next to him, and the rest made themselves comfortable in a half circle around them. "Thank you all for coming," he joked, trying to brighten the atmosphere, which he succeeded in. "As you might have noticed, I haven't been myself lately. I've been treating you all like shit and myself even worse. I want to apologize for letting you down like that, pushing you away when you were trying to help or simply needed some comfort," he started and smiled at them sadly. "Reading your letters made me feel like I don't deserve any of the sweet things you wrote, and Channie's was the last straw…I ended up crying again," he giggled and rolled his eyes. "Which is why I called him. I felt like I needed to fix things with him in order to fix things with you guys and then myself." 

"Once again putting yourself last, Minho hyung," Felix spoke up gently. 

"I was," he nodded. "Once I had talked things out with Channie and spoken to you guys on the phone, everything should've been alright again. It wasn't, though. And I want to be honest with you about it so you have an idea of why I'm still not back to myself again," Minho said and inhaled deeply, looking into their worried faces. "I have trouble eating. It's getting better, but it's taking time, making me insecure about my weight. I only feel at peace or happy being with you, and I shouldn't depend on you like that. After letting myself get that far, I feel like I have to function at 100% all the time, but I don't give myself the time I need to recover. I'm in pain most of the time because I really fucked up my knee. I don't trust myself right now. I lost the confidence I built up over the past couple of years, and I don't believe in myself. I know it hasn’t been  that long since this shit started or since I left the hospital, but it feels like ages," he said, keeping his eyes on the mattress, unable to look at them taking it all in. "Which is why I approached Channie about seeing a therapist. He helped me find one, but she's located in my hometown. I'll see her once a week, so I'll be gone quite regularly. I know it's not ideal for our busy schedule, but if I don't pull through with that, I might give up on what we all worked so hard for after all."

Everyone was very quiet for a moment, and Minho started fidgeting with his sleeves nervously. Chan reached for his hand, and he let him, gently squeezing it to let him know he appreciated the support. 

"I think that's really brave, Minho hyung," Jisung spoke up finally. "Because it sounds like you have a lot to work on. I feel like someone else is more qualified for that than us." 

"I wouldn't want to put it all on you either. It's better if you know what's going on in my head right now, but it's not your responsibility to fix," he told them, glancing at them. To his relief, he saw nothing but understanding and compassion in their faces. 

"But still, we're here for you if you need to talk or need a hug," Seungmin clarified. Minho nodded thankfully. 

"Will you go public about this? I mean, people will notice you driving back home once a week," Changbin wondered out loud. 

"That's exactly the problem we're facing here," Chan took over. 

"Why would that be a problem? It's good that he's taking steps to get better," Jeongin frowned.

"It's because of management, right?" Hyunjin asked, sighing. 

"You saw how they reacted when I asked them to let us visit Minho at the hospital. They didn't want things to look serious by keeping us away," Chan explained. "How do you think they'll react when he asks them to speak about what really caused the collapse? Or that he's seeing a therapist now? It'll destroy the fairytale world they built around us where we're all happy and healthy." 

"Nevertheless, I don't want to lie about this stuff. I'm sure I'm not the only one dealing with such matters, and I think it's important people are more aware of that," Minho told them. "So my question to you all is…are you're in or out? I won't blame anyone who feels like they can't support me with all this and rather take a step back."

"Are you kidding? We're a family, we have your back," Felix shook his head, and the others nodded agreeingly. 

"Say what you have to say. I'll proudly support that," Jisung smiled at him encouragingly. 

"There may be consequences for all of us," Minho reminded them gently. 

"Great, we'll face that together as well," Changbin shrugged. 

Minho looked at them all, his eyes filled with tears before he could do anything against it. "Thank you," he pressed out shakily, clearly surprised by their undoubted will to support him. 

"Oh, stop it! You're gonna make me cry as well," Seungmin chuckled. 

"I'm sorry," he chuckled weakly before turning to Chan with teary eyes. "Not again," he whispered, annoyed. Chan's face softened as he wrapped his arm around him and kissed his forehead softly. Minho closed his eyes, causing a few tears to run down his cheeks. 

Chan pulled him on his lap and hugged him, letting him hide in his sweater. Jeongin was the first to move forward and cuddled up at Minho's side before the rest gathered in a group hug. Minho didn't know how long they stayed like this, but it felt good to know they actually were there for him when he needed them most. Once they all pulled back again, it was easy to see he hadn't been the only shedding tears. "Okay, enough of this. We'll be alright," he said, messily wiping his cheeks. "I'll order some dinner for everyone. You choose where." 

Chan hugged him close as the rest started talking about what to order. "Feel a little better now that you've told them?" he asked in his ear quietly. 

"Much better," he nodded agreeingly and cuddled into him. Minho watched them with a smile before looking at Chan. "Channie love? You think I can come back home early?" 

Chan looked at him, surprised. "I thought you wanted to stay away from the busy life?" 

Minho nodded gently. "I'll stay with my parents until the end of the week...but I think I'd miss you all too much being away for another whole two weeks." 

"If you're sure that's what you want," he said, and Minho nodded. "Listen up, everyone. Minho will be spending the rest of the week back at his parents after the shoot." 

"And then you're back?" Felix asked excitedly. 

"He'll still be on a break, but yes, he's coming home early," Chan nodded, and Minho laughed as they all started cheering. Chan glanced at him, and his heart warmed at how happy he looked, eyes sparkling with joy. Maybe seeing how much he meant to all of them was part of what he needed. 

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Dearer than I?

A/N: im a slut for 'student council member x delinquent' I know its niche but omg

Pairing: Keito Hasumi x fem!reader

Warnings: suggestive, angst(?) at the end, eichi mentioned, established relationship

Content: Keitos been hard at work for the student council, nothing unusual. You, as his girlfriend, feel he's working just a bit too hard. A little bit of entertainment wouldn't hurt either of you, right?

Words: 1.0k

Oneshot under cut!

Keito was a busy man, no doubt about it. So many responsibilities, so little time to juggle them all. Being vice-president of the student council was no joke, and although he was thankful to Eichi for taking on more of the workload since leaving the hospital, he often found that Eichi himself was the source of 80% of his headaches. Not that it was anything worth complaining about; Eichi was a force to be reckoned with, he just had too much power at his disposal.

If Keito could be completely honest with himself, he didn't trust the emperor as far as he could throw him. But in order to keep things civil, and to keep his own unit afloat, he kept his mouth shut. All his hard work would eventually pay off.

But, in the meantime, Keito was left to deal with some of the more bothersome issues of the council. Things like...

"Keito~"

Like you, his clingy girlfriend.

"What do you want, (name)?" He questioned, not bothering to look up and met your eyes. He already knew what kind of face you'd be making, the kind that made him melt into the palm of your hand. Lord, how unprofessional he had become.

You giggled, propping yourself up on the edge of his desk, pushing the paperwork aside to make room for yourself. "Does a girl need a reason to visit her favorite person in the whole wide world?" You batted your eyelashes, leaning forward to steal his glasses from off his face.

Keito growled under his breath, his eyebrows knitting together into a thin line as he finally looked up at you. "You're being disruptive. Unless you need something, I'd suggest you go back to class"

He reached his hand out to snatch his glasses out of your hold, a movement you easily dodged by slipping them onto your face instead. The frame was far too big for you, falling down the bridge of your nose and resting crooked on the tip.

Keito sighed, running a hand through his green locks. "(name), I'm serious" He held out his hand expectedly, just for his frown to deepen when you didn't immediately give back the specs. As if you actually would.

"Why? Don't I look so cute? Hey, I could be your sexy secretary!" You flashed him a wink, adjusting his glasses and posing like a stereotype from one of those cheesy pornos. "How may I serve you, Mr. vice-president~?"

"Go. Away." He demanded, standing up from his chair to loom over you, using his height as an advantage to try intimate you.

However, you had never been one to scare easily. In fact, you found it quite sexy. He'd always been strict with you, both in and out of the bedroom. It was a dynamic you enjoyed, you being his rebellious little girlfriend who couldn't take no for an answer, and him being the no-nonsense authority figure who wasn't afraid to put you in your place. Lucky enough for you, it was all too easy to rile him up. Just a few simple touches, a bat of your eyelashes, maybe a hint of cleavage and he'd be putty in your hands.

Forget Eichi, you were the real reason for Keitos headaches.

"You look great without your glasses, yknow? Such pretty eyes.." You choose to ignore his demands, instead hooking your fingers around his tie and pulling him forward, leaving barely an inch between your lips. "I just can't look away!"

"You shouldn't act like this here, it's highly inappropriate" Keito warned, keeping his hands folded behind his back and his voice steady, even if every fiber in his body was screaming at him to bend you over right then and there.

"Who says it's inappropriate?" You breathed against his lips, placing his glasses back over his eyes. "You're the vice-president, aren't you? You're the boss, you call the shots, do you not? Who's gonna tell you off?"

"That's not the point-"

"Then what is, Keito? Do you just not like me anymore? Am I not good enough for you? Is your work more important than-"

"Stop. Just stop" He sighed, finally allowing himself to move his hands to your hips but still keeping his distance from you. "Of course I still like you, you already know that. But you can't barge in here without a reason whenever you want just because you feel like it"

Your smirk faltered, twisting into a very obvious pout. That wasn't the reaction you had hoped for. Why was he treating you like some annoying kid? Didn't he realize how badly you'd been missing him? A pang of sadness shot through your chest, your hold on his tie loosening as your arms fell limp at your sides.

"I'm sorry. I... I did have a reason, actually" You mumbled, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out a neatly folded piece of paper. "It's the notes from class. I thought you might want them, since you're so busy..."

Guilt hit Keito like a ton of bricks as he retrieved the paper from you, the sadness on your face tearing him apart. He has been too hrash, hadn't he? It was something he was constantly aware could happen, losing his temper at you when you were trying to do something considerate. How could he let your teasing get the better of him?

"Thank you" He said softly, trailing his hands down to your thighs and giving them a gentle squeeze before helping you off the desk. "I'll text you later, okay? No, I'll call you. I promise"

You nodded, flashing him a weak smile before turning on your heel and making your way to the door, head hung low like a kicked puppy. The door slammed behind you as you exited, the sound sending waves of guilt down Keitos spine

Keito hated seeing you like that, and he hated even more that he was the cause of your sadness. Looking down at his desk, messy with paperwork and trivial documents, he started to wonder if it was really all worth it.

Sure it was, the work was important and being a member of the student council was an honor to the school. But more important than you?

No. Not a chance.

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Go Go dancin tonight (Part 1 )

Warnings!! 18+ stripping, threesome, oral (m, receiving), praising/degrading language, penetration maybe more idk.

pairing: Greg House x f/Reader x James Wilson

It had been a relatively quiet night despite the flashing lights and blaring music, unfortunately though this was bad news for your bank account. You had taken on the job of dancing half naked in front of horny guys as a side hustle, apparently you completely misjudged just how cost effective living in New Jersey could be. Anyway, you still managed to waggle your hips and bat your eyelashes enough to end up with a new designer bag or some new heels by the end of the week, courtesy of the old cheating bastards. 

As you were a couple boring dances into the night you just needed some excitement. Someone interesting to help pass the time but of course with your luck an extremely dull looking man requests you. You sigh before putting on your best showgirl face and trail over to him, pulling your leg up onto his table staring into his eyes. You point to your thigh band without muttering a word.

The man sits dumbly for a second before realising what you were insinuating, bringing out his battered wallet, he fishes for a 20 dollar note and places it inside the band.

Raising your eyebrows you keep your leg and glance the same. If you were going to spin around and perform on a poll, in your underwear, for this guy he could cough up more than a lousy 20.

Catching on, he grabs another 20 from his wallet and in doing so tries to make conversation as you reluctantly accept the measly $40.

“Boy you don't ask for much do you? He mumbles sarcastically, placing the other 20 into your thigh band.

You give a mocking smile back and lean closer into him to whisper in a hush tone

“If you looked like me, would you dance for a lousy 20?”

 Not expecting your reply he lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head slowly 

“Suppose not.”

As you're about half way through the dull man's dance you spot two handsome middle aged men walking through the door. One looks pretty apprehensive about being here, probably scared of being seen as disrespectful or something. While the other man's face looked like he had just won an all inclusive holiday.

Still performing you can't help but keep your gaze on them, analysing them. Trying to figure out how well they could play your game. As your eyes stick to them like honey, the excited man holding a cane caught your prolonged stare. Holding his gaze as the other man rambled on in his ear, you give him a cheeky grin and a wink before turning away to finish your cheap dance.

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“House I seriously don't know about this I mean I-” Wilson rambles on at the door, looking around at everyone in the club.

House’s wide grin fades as he cuts Wilson off with a huff  “Will you just shut up and pick one?” pointing to the multiple women dressed in lingerie and big heels.

He most definitely wasn't letting Wilson back out of this now. Not when he had seen the sheer amount of dancers dotted around. House's eyes scanned the club as he spoke, feeling someone's eyes pried over to him and that's when he catches your stare. Fuck you were hot. He knew just by the way your siren eyes pierced his, that you were going to be fun.

Letting out a flustered scoff Wilson turns to House, who is too busy peering over at you.

 “Pick one, what like they're some donuts in a box, I mean it just feels a little degrading and- What are you looking at?”

 He looks over House's shoulder trying to see what had caught his attention so quickly, when he laid his eyes upon you.

Wow. Okay maybe staying for a while wouldn't hurt.

“Sweet Jesus, her. I pick her.”

 House turns to Wilson and furrows his brows in slight jealousy 

“No. Pick another one, I saw her first.”

James shakes his head with a serious expression “You said to pick a dancer and I picked her, so she's gonna be my dancer. And plus you don't own her, she can dance for whoever she wants.”

 Before pausing he continues “which will be me.”

House laughs at him in irony “Yeah well when you were too busy whining she was eye fucking me, Mr Hypocrite” 

 Wilson crossed his arms over his chest as he rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah sure she was House, was she also doing a cartwheel while playing the guitar?”

“Mock all you want but it's obvious she’ll choose me, I mean she works in a strip club for god sake, I'll be surprised if she isn't riddled with daddy issues.And I'm older so I seem more well, daddier than you”

House says while giving Wilson a smug look.

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After finishing the dance you walk over to the bar to have a chat with the very kind barman who gives you a free shot to loosen up the night. When downing the tequila shot you hear the voice of someone to the right of you.

“Drinking on the job? No judgement, I do too but sometimes the guys im poking with a needle can get a little funny” 

You turn your head and realise it was the man from earlier, and the other cute one sat to the right of him.

Smirking you decide to entertain the very handsome yet funny guy.

 “Well most people like tits and booze, not sure tequila and hospitals go together too well. Unless you're giving out a different type of needle.”

He smirked, now you had him really interested, and not just in your body.

“What if I'm both a doctor and a junkie?”

“Hm, junkie and medical malpractice I can't tell which one turns me on more” You mock as he sips his drink keeping his eyes stuck to your lips.

Before he could answer you lean forward trying to catch a glimpse of his timid friend

“Is your friend also a doctor?”

Wilsons head lifted from his drink over to you at the mention of him, giving you a tight lipped smile

“Oh yeah he saves cancer kiddies, boring I know” House jokes before turning the conversation back to you.

“So how much does a pretty girl like you charge for a dance?”

Moving your eyes from the cocky guy's friend over to his you can't help but want to entertain them both. It was obvious the timid one also wanted a dance from you, but apparently the blue eyed doctor was far more forward with his desires.

“Well i'm very expensive you see, how much is a doctor like you willing to pay?” you say while looking him up and down.

“$100.” The blue eyed man says.

“$150.” the timid man challenges.

There it was, you knew there was more than shyness to him, a good looking man like him could have a girl like you begging for it.

House turned his head to Wilson with a pissed off look before turning back to you

“Fine. $200”

Laughing at their competition for your attention you look between them both.

“Oh come on boys there's enough to go around, as long as you have the cash.”

You would have let them sit and bid higher for your service but for once you actually wanted to dance for them. You wanted them to see you strip, the way your body can swing around a poll.

Smirking, you grab the blue eyed doctor's hand and begin to make your way to the private rooms. Wilson clearly did not catch onto your statement, staying seated in defeat as you grabbed Houses hand. Once you realised the other man stayed sat you turned to him, cocking an eyebrow.

“You not coming? You seemed pretty keen early”

And with that he immediately stood up and followed you to the room, on your trip across the bar you were itching to know their names. Turing to the tall confident man you ask

“So what should I call you? Dr what?”

 “Call me Greg.”

“And what about you baby?” you ask the brown eyed doctor sweetly. You wanted to see how the clearly more confident man would react to giving his friend a more intimate name.

Smiling and blushing at your pet name he clears his voice before telling you to call him James.

The private room was lined with cushioned walls, with a big round booth couch.

In the middle of the circle there was a round platform with a long silver poll attached. There was a small table at the front of the room, lined with booze, an ashtrays and a pack of smokes.

House and Wilson took in the aesthetic of the room before Wilson took a seat on the couch and House grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table.

Finally situated in their seats, Wilson gawking at you and House sat drinking from the bottle also infatuated with you, as you slowly strutted around the poll, letting them take in every part of your body. The song 'Money Honey' by Lady Gaga played softly in the background as you slid down the poll, now sat directly in front of them on your knees with your legs spread wide apart and your arms up connected around the poll.

“So do you usually take two men at a time?” House asks and you giggle, very aware he wasn't just asking about dancing for two men.

Wilson groaned into his hands, before turning to the eager man sitting beside him “Jesus House.”

‘ House. Hmh as in Doctor House? Greg was boring. House fit him better’ you thought to yourself.

You look at the flustered man and back to House to answer the question.

“Well it's usually against the rules, you know the whole three's a crowd thing but I can make an exception for sexy doctors, House.”

 You say drawing out the name, completely ignoring the fact he told you to call him Greg.

“Are there any other rules?” James asks, you think it's sweet. You’re standing in front of him with your legs spread and he's still keen to make sure you're comfortable.

“Yes. No touching, or security will throw you out regardless of your dicks in your hands.” You say smiling. 

Wilson nods, starting to get impatient he asks “How should we pay you?”

You lean forward exposing your chest from your small outfit in front of the men's eyes. 

House's eyes widen and he bites his lip, pulling two $100 dollar bills from his pocket and placing them in your bra.

Wilson does the same but as he does you lick your lips and stare up at him with fuck me eyes.

“What do you want me to do James? Anything you want, just say it.”

He takes a breath, feeling slightly overwhelmed with all the things he wanted you to do in that moment.

“Can you bend over? Please?”

You give an endearing smile at his politeness and stand up, bending over in front of him.

“So do you guys like fuck together or something?” you ask out of pure curiosity.

Their eyes were glued to your ass, the question startling Wilson who let out a nervous laugh and began to protest while House stayed silent with his lip in between his teeth admiring your behind.

“No, no God no!” Wilson threw his hands up in defence but what you found more interesting was House's silence.

You turn back around bring your face inches from House’s and stared at his lips.

“And what about you? House. What do you want mhm?”

Not a second goes by before he answers. “To touch you.”

“Well my boss wouldn't be too happy about that. Pick something else.” You tell him in a sweet yet demanding tone.

He persists but the way you teased him had him nearly exploding

“I didn't mean now, somewhere your boss wouldn't know about it” He replies ignoring your question.

You never usually felt so worked up and flustered by clients, to you it was just a job but with these too it was different. You wanted them both. If you were honest you wanted House to touch you, while James watched.

“I'm not a whore.” you reply while still remaining inches away from his lips.

He smirks and stares back, matching your energy. He could see behind your cool composure.  He could tell you wanted him and Wilson to fuck you even if you acted like you werent fazed by the men.

“I wouldn't pay.”

Moving away you stand up and sit in between House and Wilson, facing towards Wilson and your back to House. Ignoring his advances.Wilson’s eyes had trailed over your chest in the process.

“Do you want me to take off my bra James?”

“God yes” He hums out

As you start to take off your bra, House scoffs from behind you which makes you smile. His obvious frustration was such a turn on, you couldn't help it. Taking the dollar bills from earlier and slipping them into your underwear you undress while keeping deep eye contact with the very attractive doctor sat in front of you.

“Hey it's my turn, he already got a request. And why do you call him by the name he gave but not me? His surname Wilson by the way.” He whines in jealousy, only seeing your bear back instead of your tits.

“You wasted your chance House, plus he's more polite than you”

Toying with him was more amusing than you initially thought it would be. But you also were trying to pay less attention to House because if you didnt you knew he'd have you bent over in some hotel room screaming his name.

Your tits were now fully exposed to Wilson, throwing the small piece of fabric other at House, just being careful enough to not expose your chest to him. You grin at the way his face lights up, but you also notice the way his pants tighten.

“Do you want to fuck me James? Are you turned on right now? You whisper in his ear, not close enough to touch him but loud enough for House to hear.

He looked up from your tits and to your face “Do you want me to fuck you? Are you turned on?” He asks sternly.

You can't help but be slightly taken back as just a minute ago he was as shy as anything. However, you just smile up at him and get up from the couch taking the bottle from House's hands and you take a large swig.

“Fuck me, theyre beautiful” House mutters under his heavy breath, finally getting a glimpse at your chest.

You stand back up on the poll and with one hand on the poll and the other attached the whiskey bottle and dropped your body so your legs were spread

“How long have you been doing this?” James asks 

 “3 months.”

“Does striping and dancing for horny men get you off? Do you ever want to fuck a client?” House pipes up.

“Does taking my clothes off for mostly cheating men make me wet? I mean sometimes. Have you ever slept with a patient?”

House quickly deflects onto Wilson “He fucked his dying patient, not the whole prince charming you think he is huh.”

Wilson glares over at House “Well that's not fair, it wasn't like that I merely-”

You interrupted not wanting to know more, you weirdly liked he was a little selfish. 

“You don't need to explain yourself to me James. Everyone has needs right?”

House lets out a chuckle staring in between your legs “You can say that again.”

“Sorry I didn't ask earlier but what's your name?” James asks, realising both him and House had only directly spoken to you and didnt ask your name.

“Cherry.” you answer quickly.

“Not your dirty stripper name, what's your actual name sweetheart?” House asks, he was now set on not only fucking you but also trying to figure you out.

You interested him. You were his new sexy puzzle.

“Why should I tell you?” you ask innocently now sat down with your legs in the splits position.

“So I know what name I'm supposed to moan when I'm buried inside you.”

House states while grabbing the bottle from your hand.

The amount of sexual tension in the room must have gotten you high, as you wanted that, but not just him. You wanted James as well, were they that horny for you they'd have a threesome? You woudn't usually do this. You don't fuck clients, you just dont. However, you didn't even see them as clients anymore, just some older men looking for mutual fun.

“(y,n).”

“Is that a yes?” 

House asks at your eagerness to give in. If you weren’t going to fuck him you would have stuck with your stripper name. Played it safe. But you didn't.

Now lying on the platform you arch your back and stare up to House.

“I'll tell you what House, I'll fuck you, because i'm really turned on right now but only on one condition.”

He hums in amusement looking at Wilson's disappointed face. House had won. Again. 

“Yeah and what's that princess (y,n)” He asks with a cocked brow.

“I want James there too. Not just watching either.”

James' face lights up with a smile but also slight concern. God you meant you wanted both of them to fuck you.

House tensed his jaw before thinking about it. Jesus he must have been drunk of the whisky, or just drunk from you but either way he realised his desire for you in that moment was greater than his pride. 

“Okay.” House says looking over at Wilson.

Wilsons face screws up at House's agreement. I mean he wanted you too but could he really deal with House mentioning a threesome anytime he wanted something from him. 

“Okay? Just like that?” Wilson asks in shock.

“Look, I'm not gonna touch you, you're not gonna touch me. We both get to taste heaven tonight. Win, win."

Wilsons held his face in his hands unsure what to do, until you had manoeuvered from your place and was now currently standing behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, breaking the no touch rule and leaned into his ear, begging him sweetly.

“Come on James, I need you. Sharings carings.” you moan into his ear, your voice heavy with desperation.

[rileytwenty]

IDIA || an Avatar story (x Neteyam)

Chapter 1

Masterlist

(English Na'vi)

When Jake came back to the hidden mountain base, he was stressed out. Everyone noticed. Neteyam was injured. Neytiri wouldn't let go of Tuk. Tensions were high.

Spider was gone. Opposite from Kiri, Jake and Neytiri didn't seem overly concerned.

I was curious of the situation but I knew how Neytiri felt about me. So, I kept my distance and waited for Norm to come tell me what was going on as he usually did.

"Y/N?" Just as anticipated, Norm came over. The look on his face, though, was less normal. "We need to talk. You should sit down."

"Why? What's happening?"

"Look, some of Jake's kids just ran into something, well... sorta new. We're calling them Recoms. They're kind of just, uh, more RDA avatars. Except instead of the mind coming from a transfer bed, they have memories implanted from a drive. The drives were taken as a precautionary copy of the minds of some of the important military individuals before the battle."

"Then, these new avatars have all the same memories as those individuals before the battle? They basically brought them back in avatar bodies?"

"Yeah, actually, that's right."

"Who? I remember some names."

"Miles Quaritch, for one."

"Ass."

"His little posse of Sec-Ops is almost entirely back, too." He gave me a hesitant stare, as if looking at a detonating bomb, but I didn't get why.

"What does this mean?"

He stared at me for another moment before responding, "well, they're basically hunting the Sullys. They're also looking for you."

"What? Why? What asset am I to them?"

"Uh..." he chuckled uncomfortably, before sarcastically adding, "who knows?"

"That doesn't make any sense." I stopped to think, rubbing a hand down my forehead. "Well, what's going to happen now?"

"I have no idea. Jake seems to have a plan but he wanted to talk to Neytiri first. I think you should go talk to him."

"Well, is Neytiri there? 'Cause you know how she is with me."

"I don't think you'll be the first thing on her mind. She almost lost her children today."

"You're right, sorry. I'll go." I began to walk around him when he put a hand out to stop me.

"You really don't...?"

"Don't what?"

"Nothing. Never mind. Go find Jake."

And so I did. Though, I was weirded out by Norm not being his typical self. This all sounded really serious, almost as serious as when the RDA first returned and all that forest was lost.

"Jake? Mrs. Sully?" I stood outside their marui, palms sweating and nervous itches sprouting. Neytiri flung open the door flap.

"What, girl?" She snapped. She only ever spoke to me in her mother tongue.

"Is Jake here?"

"Why do you want to know? What business do you have with him?"

"Neytiri, sweetie, just let her in. I guess she should have a choice in this, too." Jake sounded from somewhere in the structure. Neytiri's ears were flat on her head, but she abided by her mate.

"What's going on, Jake? Norm told me to come speak with you."

"Yeah, well that was before Neytiri got a say in it." He let out one chuckle before seeing said woman's face and cutting himself off.

"Okay, here's the deal. My family and I are deciding on whether or not to leave here, for the safety of the clan. The more the Sky People look for us here, the more likely this place is to be found out."

Neytiri was visibly crushed by this idea. This clan is her home. Her sanctuary. Her people.

"You can't say this, ma Jake. We must keep fighting to stay with our people. You want me to leave my mother?"

He was visibly trying to hide his despair. "Us staying here could get your mother killed. Or get our kids killed."

"Aagh!" She scoffed, turning away in frustration.

"What I'm trying to say, Idia, is that they're out for you, too. There's no point in us leaving without you, or else they'd still be searching for this place."

"I..." I couldn't find words. "I couldn't come with you." Because I'd have no one; your kids won't have as much as a conversation with me and your wife wishes me dead. I haven't left this cave system in months, I'm not ready for a change that big. "Who would keep Norm company?"

Jake let out a fatherly laugh at that. I was happy to make him laugh at a time like this. "Norm would be fine. Respectfully, Idia, you'd be putting a lot of people at risk if you stay."

"She is not coming, Jake. How can we trust that she won't tell the Sky People where we are?"

"Neytiri, please. She wouldn't do that. Besides, she has no way to contact them if she wanted to."

"Ma Jake, this is too much. I cannot say yes. You are Toruk Makto. Fight this!"

Jake shut his eyes and pinched his nose. "They almost got our children, Neytiri. They had guns to their heads. If one of those Recoms had decided to pull the trigger, we would have been helpless."

I was truly considering the concept, but couldn't accept it. "Where would we go?"

"Across the sea, to the Metkayina clan. We can seek refuge there, if Ronal allows it. I know Tonowari will try to help us." Jake was friends with a lot of the other Olo'ektans, Tonowari included.

"Rah!" Another cry of frustration from Neytiri. "'If Ronal allows it,'" she quoted distastefully.

A giggle came from the side of the tent.

"TUK!" I recognized the voice as Lo'ak, younger son of the couple before me. The marui fell silent.

"Lo'ak. Kids. Get in here now." Jake demanded. His tone scared even me.

Kiri, Tuk and Lo'ak filed in silently, with the older two glaring holes in Tuk's head. Though, she seemed not to notice.

Neytiri sucked in a breath angrily.

"What have I told you three about eavesdropping?" Jake's voice was low, threatening.

"This seemed important, dad. It involves us, so I think we should be allowed to hear it." Kiri spoke up courageously. Jake's eyes softened at her response. He'd always had a soft spot for her. Norm told me it had to do with her mother, Grace.

"Okay, fine. But if I catch you eavesdropping again I'll skin you, you hear me?"

"Yes, dad." Kiri rolled her eyes and I couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if anyone else had rolled their eyes after that comment. Jake sighed.

"Lo'ak, go find Neteyam. We need to have a family meeting. Idia, I'll come talk with you once we decide."

I nodded and left the marui.

taglist: @im-kaii

[dors-ee]

so I've been playing Hades 2 and here's my feels for now! (I think I need to make an actual official review for supergiant on steam but idk how to do it... if someone knows! I am not comfortable doing it on discord )

For someone that is not a gamer and one of the last game I'd play being roguelike (adhd and boredom plus the stress of the fights) I love Hades 2! The art is what attracted me first then I watched the technical test and was basically sold haha!

I had to put god mode on bc I am just too bad as a player but I still am having a blast. God mode doesn't make it all too easy and Eris still kicks my ass and Chronos I can beat him but gosh is he stressful (but I love him!). It makes it accessible for me, I dabbled into the oath and trials of Chaos thing. I'm really not good enough haha rven with god mode, but it was still fun to do the first levels and I do hope I'll improve enough to try them again.

Like I really like this balance of hard and accessible. I play on a keyboard too, so it's sometimes tricky with thr weapons and I avoid a few of them, but again I'm still having a lot of fun!

The amount of ressources and things to deal with (enhancements, etc.) is a lot when you look at it like that but it is introduced in a way that makes it not overwhelming and I actually like it. I think it keeps you busy, with always something to aim toward (in addition to the story) without being overwhelming. Also you can decide to prioritize one or the other.

The thing they implemented in patch one with the gathering tools definitely helped though! It was a bit bothersome the old system.

All in all I really really love the game, the story, the art, but actually also the gameplay! I prefer it to Hades 1 -which I tried yes!-. More... idk, interesting for me. I had to sometimes be strategic and I am far from being as good at it and as using the gameplay as good players are, but for me, it pushed me. It also means I have to play when i am not too cognitvely tired haha. Cause to handle all the keys on the keyboard, the different abilities/attacks, foes, dodge, etc. that's taking! Not too much, but personally when I tire out I definitely start to take more risks and sometimes it pays off and other times just rushing in the fight head first without avoiding anything is not the way to go 🤣 (even with god mode on).

I really find the game taking and interesting and compelling. For me it striked a good balance on many many different places. Busy but not overwhelming, still hard even with god mode bur accessible, fun, but serious, and like I said I do need some cognitive ressources but also not that muchm like it still is fun.

I love love love the characters and the lore with the witchraft. I prefer the underworld path for now, bc I really struggle with the surface ennemies but like the idea of the rift of Thessaly in itself? Awesome! Same for the city! The ideas are great!

The game is very varied, but without like it being too much. It still ties in together into a coherent whole thing. Like it's great. The songs, etc.

I really am enjoying the game and can't wait to see what else they'll add! My only fear is that they'd make it less accessible for people like me not being very good at video games... I know for Hades 1 some people complained at the lack of difficulty for seasoned players. So idk...

I want to enjoy it and have the story and all. I do like challenge but I prefer like a desirable difficulty like there is now. I can pick my challenge and the game itself is still accessible -challenging too- but I can do it. And I can improve and succeed and even when I lose I am not too too frustrated (except Eris maybe) but just "ah well I'll try again. I learnt stuff, I'll apply them next time!" (I also hope they wouldn't make it too easy... it's a hard balance to find I am aware of it!).

I also have the choice. I like that, the choice of the challenge, the choice of the weapon, etc. i don't have to do things I don't want to do, I am not forced to like use weapons I don't like. You can still get the story, and have fun and progress. yes you are encouraged to challenge yourself and try things but you also aren't punished if you don't. And I really really really like that. I know it already was in the first game, and I am happy they did it again and hope they'll keep this aspect. You are encouraged to do thingsx but not punished if you don't and like keep to a few weapons or Arcana cards, etc.

edit : I also hope they won't change Chaos and Chronos! I love them as they are! Same for Melinoë! I ssw some criticism of her (and Chaos' design) but I really really really love her as she is! (And Chaos' design).

and Chronos is just... Chronos 🤣 Love this titan. (hate love, you know. He makes me laugh. He's I think also more complex than we think. At least his character and the story is... like I saw someone speak of the little sprinkles here and there of "ya know maybe the gods -olympians- are not so good etc etc." and like I am so HYPED about this, I really hope it'll go somewhere, it's SO INTERESTING. And so yeah, Chronos is a bitch and he did terrible stuff but is he really that much of a villain? Or if he is, which yeah he kinda is, ... is the alternative to him that good? And the Fate storyline... SO GREAT GREAT GREAT. Melinoë wants to save them and all... but should she? As for Chronos : he's fun, but scary, but fun. )

[gentil-minou]

Has anyone done a Secretary Kim wangxian au but with wwx as the genius but clueless CEO and lwj as the extremely competent secretary with a crush he's resigned to never getting anywhere so he quits leading to wwx realizing his feelings and trying to win him back?

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Stygian Tech's CEO Wei Wuxian is acclaimed for his innovative work in clean energy especially since he was forced to drop out of college early due to poor funds.

What most don't know is that his BFF from uni, Lan Wangji dropped out with him and took on the role of his secretary

Thanks to lwj's unsurprising talent for organization and his surprising knack for creating space to network, ST was able to get the funding it needed and wwx was able to put his focus on his projects.

He really couldn't have done any of it without lwj, and now at ST's 10 year celebration he means to commemorate lwj for all his help with a plaque in his honor, to go with all the other ones lwj keeps on the wall behind his desk.

They all proclaim him as LAN ZHAN THE BESTEST FRIEND EVER.

Lan Wangji loves them almost as much as he hates them.

Because you see lwj has harbored a crush on wwx since their very first meeting during a heated debate in their entry level environment sci class.

A crush is putting it lightly. He's known he's been in love with wwx for the past decade. Why else would he drop out of his prestigious university against his family's expectations to work as Wei Ying's secretary? For Wei Ying, of course.

Wei Ying's ideas from the very start were unfounded and actually realistic, able to settle debates about clean energy from all sides in ways that made both happy while still being good for the environment. It wasn't fair that his ideas would have to be shoved away because of a lack of money. Lwj couldn't do that to him, to the world.

So, the day after Wei Ying dropped out, so did Lan Wangji

He's spent the last ten years taking care of the tasks Wei Ying could not, so that he could focus on his inventions and marketing them. They made the perfect team, with LWJ happily working behind the scenes to keep the operation organized and running smoothly, and Wei Ying at the the front charming investors and launching his business off the ground.

Lan Wangji doesn't mind his secretarial duties, he used to find solace in them, in fact. Knowing he could take care of the small things so that Wei Ying could put his brilliant mind to use, it was all the satsifaction he needed.

Until now, that is.

He's put his life and career on hold for so long. He has his own dream of creating his own start up, and he can't keep playing the secretary role forever.

And more importantly he can't handle his heart breaking with another plague about their undying friendship, and just their friendship, again.

So, on the night of ST's 10th anniversary, as he drives wwx home (he only trusts himself to get wy home safely; he will need to work on that) he tells him is quitting, putting in his 2 weeks notice.

Wwx thinks he's joking. Is Lan Zhan quitting some secret smoking habit? A prank?

He laughs and laughs, but lwj doesn't laugh with him. His grip tightens on the steering wheel and he looks straight ahead at the road in front of them.

Oh, Wei Wuxian realizes. He's serious.

The rest of the drive is uncharacteristically silent though the tension cuts.

Lan Wangji stops in front of Wei Wuxian's home, providing details about his plan for offloading his duties in the coming weeks in short clipped sentences. He's already scouted the secretarial department and selected a promising woman named Luo Qingyang who will take his place nicely and he thinks will fit wwx's rather eclectic style of running his business.

But wwx doesn't want anyone to take lwj's place. Lwj had been his partner for so long through all the devastating hurdles and endless nights working. How can he possibly go on without him?

But he will, he has to. Because Lan Zhan wants to leave. So he swallows his tears and smiles, as wide as he can make it stretch.

He says good, and he thanks Lan Zhan.

He holds that smile in pretty plastic place, all through his goodbyes, even as he chokes up when he says his usual farewell, "See you tomorrow Lan Zhan"

Then he goes inside his home, and and collapses into choked sobs right there in the entrance as he hears Lan Zhan drive away.

(threadfic here where i'll probs continue this or i'll make an actual oneshot idk anymore)