#i am in shock how many massages I've got from you

[kasagia]

Ok so. I just read Skin and Bones and I believe you’re Shakespeare.

*screams with joy and jumps around the house like a madwoman*

You are all way too good for me... all of you... (or trying to convince me with sweet praise to keep writing for Sauron... which is working. 🤭🫣)

THANK YOU SOOOO DAMN MUCH MY TWO DEAR ANONYMOUS AND @ancientbeing10! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

(That's how you win an authors' hearts, you little manipulators. 😅🤣😘)

Also call me a Shakespeare from today. 🥹🖤🩵🖤*just joking... unless... xD*

[trying-harder-then-u]

Someone Unexpected

"Fort Stonepeak was a small town in the middle of the Appalachian Mountains. With a population of only a few thousand, most people made their livelihoods by serving the farmers that worked just outside the city boundary or as members of the lively tourism industry that flourished in the region due to its fresh air, majestic mountain peaks, and clear blue rivers. Maybe that's why I came here? I did need some space after my breakup, but it hasn't worked. All I've done is sit in this hotel under this dim light on a creaky bed and feel sad for myself. Jesus, I need to do something. Maybe I will go to the bar tonight, and then I can at least drink my problems away. So after a shower, I looked in the mirror, put a shirt on, and got going.

Walking into the bar, spots flashed before my eyes as the bright lights flashed. I hadn't been expecting them; it gave the bar much more of a rave atmosphere than I had expected, but when in Rome, trudging to the bar, I had to practically scream over the music just to get a whiskey. Looking around, I saw couples dancing. Great! I thought, Now I get to mope with a headache, but just as I thought that, a clink noise sounded next to me. Looking over, a gay, twunkish-looking farm boy sat next to me. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here; there are not many seats around." His chuckle filled me with a giddy feeling as he laughed. "No worries, I'm not waiting for anyone," I replied, putting my hand out for a handshake. He had a much firmer grip than I thought.

The next few days, I went to hang out with John and began to learn more about him—about his family, friends, and, most importantly, his sexuality. It was another night of meeting at the same bar when John finally dropped the bomb. "I know you are gay; I am too, so I was wondering if you wanted to..." John trailed off. I was shocked as all hell. I had had my fair share of exchanges with other guys, and sure, a lot of them wanted me badly, but none had ever been this blunt. "Sure," I said, winking, "I can give you a good time," and before I knew it, we were heading over to my small hotel.

Leading John back to my apartment, I was full of joy. There was a strut in my step as I led him, and I had to slow down to stop myself from rushing too quickly. Once we got to my room, I held the door open for him and followed him in. The door shut with a bang, and I saw his shoulders tightening. Before he turned to me, "We're going to the bedroom now," he told me. I was shocked. Just a minute ago, he had been following me and gleefully talking about the starry sky and how he couldn't wait to do the deed with me. Now here, he was acting like he was in charge. I was going to talk to him about that, but then I felt the will to fight him on it leave my body as he stared at me, and like a defeated puppy, I followed him to my own bedroom, where he got me to sit down. Looking at me, I could feel his eyes undressing me before he finally seemed to be focused on my face. "I know you want me, but I want to hear it from you," he said. Still in shock at the situation, I stayed quiet, but soon waves of pleasure began to radiate through me. I looked to see where they were coming from, and his hand was massaging my crotch. "What do you want?" he asked me, and as I moaned, I only managed to whisper "you." Smiling at me, John pulled off my shirt and pants and pulled me into a kiss. I could feel his tongue invade my mouth, and I knew this was my last chance to assert that I was in charge here, so I fought back, but it was futile as he continued to slowly pressure my pouch, and finally I submitted, and his tongue began to explore my mouth. This is when I felt the first change begin. I felt inside my pants that my boxers were changing, the fabric changing to be less coarse, perhaps nylon, and shrinking down until my goods were held in a pair of briefs. looking down at them. John grinned; he said, "You look good on me," and I could feel my cheeks go hot as I blushed.

He proceeded to push me down and start kissing what felt like every inch of my body. As he did, my muscles began to shrink and my broad shoulders narrowed, but I still had a muscular frame, just a swimmer build rather than the body I had worked for at the gym, and before long, John was pulling down my pants and staring at my 9-inch. I looked at him with begging eyes as he began to suck me off, wave after wave of pleasure as I neared closer and closer, and right before I came, he moved back to kissing me and finished off my transformation as he gave me a hand job. Ribbons of cum flew out, leaving me with a reduced size. Putting his fingers covered in my own product into my mouth, my neurons fired. My brain was rewired; I was a bottom through and through, and John was certainly my boyfriend, and every night we would make love. That was how it was.

a few months later, and I've finally moved in with him. Of course, I do all the cooking and cleaning at home while he works the farm. Every night, I get to enjoy his hot, sweaty body. I think I hear him coming now. I don't think I've ever been so happy as when I see him after a long day.

[deusexmachinawitch]

Manifestation and Mental Heath

As I started the challenge I'm currently doing, it made me think about the importance of mental health when it came to manifesting.

While I personally manifested many things and managed to keep them up, I openly admit I struggle with my main manifestation which is my SP. I am diagnosed with anxiety, depression, OCD, ADD and CPTSD so sometimes it is difficult for me to not let intrusive thoughts inside my head and even sometimes spiral. Because of that, I did overconsume but for a good reason which is mostly find methods to help me deal with my mental issues when manifesting.

One of the things I've learned came from "Letters from a Stardust Soul" which is the importance of keeping a healthy vagus nerve to help you manifest. At first, I was pretty skeptic because one thing I've seen when it came to people that teach LoAss for money or offer services with a cost, is that they use all these fancy words and such to prey on people by looking kinda smart. Still, I decided to give it a try by checking videos on how to keep a healthy vagus nerve and I must say, I am very pleased with the results. I've tried both stretching for somatic trauma release and massages for vagus nerve stimulation and they do work quite.

What is the "vagus nerve" tho? The vagus nerve is responsible for the regulation of internal organ functions, such as digestion, heart rate, and respiratory rate, as well as vasomotor activity, and certain reflex actions, such as coughing, sneezing, swallowing, and vomiting.

That nerve is also associated with anxiety or other problems when it comes to mental health. The more I discovered about this, the more many things made sense, including why my gastroparesis and POTS were worse when my anxiety was skyrocketing. As soon as I began doing vagus nerve massages and somatic exercises, I could have a better mental diet because my anxiety lowered a lot. Plus my physical health also improved. Some of the vagus nerve massages use a tool and I realized I can do those massages with either the jade roller or my gua sha stone.

Here are some of my favorites:

Vagus Nerve Massage for Better Sleep (I do this one with a jade roller)

Jade Roller for Lympathic Drainage (Also stimulates areas that are good for vagus nerve stimulation)

Gua Sha for headaches (Really soothing)

All of the shorts of this channel are really good somatic exercises

You can even do affirmations or visualization while doing these! Highly recommended.

Another thing I read about stimulating the vagus nerve, is cold. That reminded me of the Wim Hof method but I don't recommend having very cold showers or baths suddenly because chronically ill people or people with blood pressure problems can go into shock. Trust me, I went there. But, I started washing my face with cold water and also putting my sheet masks in the fridge for my skin care and trust me guys, it is a game changer for me because I feel more awake and energized. Also, applying a cold cloth at the back of my neck is really good.

So, I really recommend the "Wim Hof method breathing exercises" (forever grateful to @pearlygrace for this recommendation) with a round of skin care with cold water and a cold sheet mask. It is a good combo. And if you're like me and need a hot bath even in the summer for joint and back pain, do the Wim Hof breathing exercises while at the bath tub then proceed with the skincare.

I do short affirmations along with my breathing with the Wim Hof method. For example, when breathing in and breathing out I say these for example:

SP loves me, SP wants me I don't chase, I attract I want it, I got it I am God, I am the Law

This is a way to affirm and do the law while relaxing to the Wim Hof method. You might feel light and tingly afterwards, so if you're doing it while in the bathtub, be careful. I also do this before bed to help me with SATS or if I had a very bad day and I need to calm my anxiety before revising or writing in my wish book (scripting).

Also, there was a post in "He's already yours" that mentioned something when it comes to mental diet and living in the end. When you're anxious and always try to be in control, it's not easy to let go of your desire, especially people with ADD/ADHD tend to accidentally end up waiting and desiring instead of actually living like it is already done. Trust, I've been there and I still fall into my own trap sometimes.

But one of the posts from this insta gave me a nice tip which is making a list of 11 things that are non-negotiables in your day by day. Basically, 11 things you have to do every day for YOUR OWN satisfaction and well-being, things that you enjoy and love because above all you have to love yourself since self-concept is what is the most important in this journey.

From my personal experience, having this list also helps me with dealing with the unwanted effects of the purge/transition period and try to state in my God/Sabbath state. They can be things like skincare, watching shows, etc... You know what you like and what can calm you, so write down that list and look at it every day to remind you of what you like and that you're the most important thing in your reality so your happiness is above everything. That is the key of manifesting at least for me.

But if your anxiety is really bad, make yourself an anxiety box. I had one even before I got into law of assumption and it is a game changer in mental health. I have things like lavender scented things like massage oils and such, a head massager, emergency chocolate, instant noodles, fidget toys, etc... Anything that can help to ease a very big anxiety attack is welcomed, especially to soothe yourself during a spiral. Note what foods you like, what shows or books calm you... Stop for a moment, don't check your phone or anything, just think about what YOU really like and what makes YOU happy and calm. Once you stop, things will come easily.

In a cloudy sky, you cannot see the stars. -Satella's grandfather, every day damn day until his passing

Always allow yourself to feel and release, nothing bad is going to manifest from that especially if you affirm that what you feel at that moment won't affect your manifestation and doesn't define you. Your feelings don't define you, but don't give up. Release them now then continue being the God you are. You can have anything you want even if you cry to sleep one whole night, but don't forget that you're the most important thing in your reality so please take care of yourself and don't give up on your journey.

You are blessed and gifted after all.

Happy journey!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Satella ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[mslaevateinn]

My Promptober Masterlist! For whomever might like a thing I've done and would like to read more... Here it is! This year is not complete (neither was last year, although I did twice as much), but I created every day and created for all my fandoms, so it is a success for me! I posted for 23 days, with 19 fanfics or drabbles, and 4 moodboards, over 10 fandoms!

Day #1 Prompt: Hand holding (Kinktober) | I've got you (Flufftober) | How many fingers am I holding up? (Whumptober) Work: Star Trek TNG promptober drabbles Chapter 1: Just in case (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) William Riker & Deanna Troi, (pre) Troi/Riker Summary: Word count 200

Day #2 Prompt: Family, friends and loved ones (Flufftober) Work: Party Hard Chapter 1: Arrival (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Arthur Pendragon/Merlin, Gwaine/Percival, Gwen/Lancelot, Morgana Pendragon/Mithian Summary: A group of friends reunited for a play party ~ A mix of prompts from flufftober and kinktober. Word count 867

Day #3 Prompt: Lap pillow (Kinktober) Work: A lucky guy (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring; Nick Nelson & Imogen Heaney Summary: Imogen falls asleep using Nick as a pillow Word count 100

Day #4 Prompt: Shock (Whumptober) Work: Star Trek TNG promptober drabbles Chapter 2: A familiar stranger (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) William Riker & Deanna Troi, (pre) Troi/Riker Summary: A coda for 2x14, where Will is offered command of the Aries and sees his father for the first time in 15 years. Word count 200

Day #5 Prompt: Collaring (Kinktober) Work: Party Hard Chapter 2: Negotiation & Collaring (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Gwaine/Percival Summary: A group of friends reunited for a play party Word count 1098

Day #6 Prompt: First kiss (Kinktober) | Corn maze (Flufftober) Work: Who knew you could pack a punch, Merlin? (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Arthur Pendragon/Merlin Summary: Arthur heard a low growl on the right, behind him, and froze. The sound continued, slowly closing on him, and his body moved of its own accord. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him but not so fast as to crash through the corn. Word count 648

Day #7 Prompt: Wax play (Kinktober) Work: Party Hard Chapter 3: Trickling love (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Gwen/Lancelot Summary: One couple is always a delight to observe: Gwen and Lancelot, who have decided to use wax that night. Word count 128

Day #8 Prompt: Napping together (Kinktober) | Rainy day (Flufftober) Work: The perfect nap (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Morgana & Aithusa Summary: A rainy day is the best set-up for a nice nap Word count 430

Day #10 Prompt: Love of my life (Flufftober) | 'You said you'd never leave' (Whumptober) Work: Love of my life and assorted drabbles Chapter 1: Love of my Life (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Bucky/Steve Summary: Bucky gently let his fingers glide over the keys. Love of my life. When he discovered the song, he cried. The lyrics pierced his heart and haunted him for days. Word count 584

Day #12 Prompt: Chaste kiss (Kinktober) | Fire & Ice (Flufftober) Work: A Cosy fire (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago Summary: Jake and Amy escape for the weekend and land in the middle of a snowstorm... thankfully there is a fireplace to keep them warm and cosy! Word count 100

Day #13 Prompt: Heartbeat, Playing with one's hair (Kinktober) | I don't feel so good (Whumptober) Work: Love of my life and assorted drabbles Chapter 2: Nightmare (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Bucky/Steve Summary: Some hurt/comfort after a nightmare Word count 100

Day #15 Prompt: Massaging (Kinktober) | Supressed suffering/I'm fine (Whumptober) Work: Love of my life and assorted drabbles Chapter 3: Shoulder pain (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Bucky/Steve Summary: Bucky's shoulder is hurting him and Steve is here to help. Word count 100

Day #16 Prompt: Singing one another to sleep (Flufftober) Work: Sleep my friend, tomorrow will be better (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Gwen & Morgana Summary: Gwen hated seeing Morgana sad. Anytime her friend seemed to be feeling down in any way, Gwen would immediately try to do something about it. But really, what Gwen hated the most was seeing Morgana cry. Word count 1472

Day #17 Prompt: Cooking/Sharing food (Kinktober) Work: A good broth to cure a bad mood (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Darcy Lewis/Natasha Romanov Summary: With autumnal weather and temperatures, people tend to feel a bit blue. Thankfully, when Darcy feels down, Natasha is here to comfort her. Word count 23

Day #18 Prompt: Spanking (Kinktober) Work: Party Hard Chapter 4: Back to the stocks (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Arthur Pendragon/Merlin Summary: Word count 215

Day #19 Prompt: Floral bouquet (Whumptober) Work: Goddamn flowers (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy Summary: For God’s sake. Why couldn’t they go one week without any incident? Jim had once more managed to do something resulting in him needing medical attention. While he was planetside visiting a potential shore leave destination, of all times and places! How did one do that? ~~ Or, Jim sees flowers that remind him of Earth and, as it turns out, is allergic to them. To no one's surprise. Word count 669

Day #21 Prompt: Panties & Lingerie, Bathing (Kinktober) Work: Goddamn flowers Chapter 2: Down time (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy Summary: After the Flower scare, the planet is declared fit for shoreleave, and the captain and his chief medical officer enjoy some free time. Word count 812

Day #23 Prompt: Trinket (Flufftober) Work: A trinket to remember their rocky start and get him through the rocky days (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets Summary: Hugh touched the chain around his neck. He had picked up the habit a few years into his relationship with Paul, whenever his partner did something reckless. Word count 100

Day #24 Prompt: Sex Toys (Kinktober) Work: Plug in baby (Tumblr) Rating: E Pairing(s) Gwaine/Percival Summary: When Gwaine had first mentioned it, Percival had been very surprised. They had been playing a lot lately, exploring new things in bed together, but this was another level. It wasn’t just a little spice during sex, that they could end quickly if needed, in the safety of whoever’s place they were staying the night at. Word count 780

Day #25 Prompt: Nook (Flufftober) |Domesticity (Trektober) Work: Goddamn flowers Chapter 3: Finish in a flourish (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy Summary: Shore leaves comes at an end Word count 27

Day #27 Prompt: Outdoor event (Flufftober) Work: Pining under the stars (Tumblr) Rating: G Pairing(s) Aziraphale/Crowley Summary: Aziraphale pines, from under the starry sky. Word count 100

Day #29 Prompt: Bonus : create a Xover (Flufftober) Work: A visit from an old family friend (Tumblr) Rating: T Pairing(s) Akhmenrah & Morpheus Summary: It was a typical night at the British Museum. Akhmenrah had been walking around the exhibits for some time, when he felt the smallest of disruptions. Word count 200

Day #31 Prompt: Free (Kinktober) Work: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the prettiest player of them all? (Tumblr) Rating: M Pairing(s) Gwaine/Percival Summary: A hotel room, a huge mirror, and two very horny hockey players. What more do you need? Word count 1000

[darklovecat]

March favorites?

Tretinoin and a 2% BHA serum.

These 2 are a very powerful combo. I only use BHAs once a week, there are people who use it every single day and it is true that is a lot more gentle compared to other chemical exfoliators but I do not want to overexfoliate my skin or disrupt my skin barrier again like last year (when I would use the highest percentages of Vitamin C, AHA, Retinoids every day) so I make sure I only use it when I really need it. I use Tretinoin for anti-aging purposes only, it does not require a prescription where I live so I can get it at any pharmacy. 0.1% is the highest concentration available on the market and some people purge like crazy but I have been using it for on and off 4 years so my skin is used to it. My skin is far from perfect and sometimes I break out due to hormones, stress or lack of sleep and I need products to improve my skin texture. One of my favorite things is applying my 0.1% Tretinoin on Friday night and on Monday my skin begins flaking, I take my BHA Serum massaging it into my skin and it gets rid of all my dead skin cells and I love how my skin looks smooth and glowy the next days.

Garnier Hyaluronic Aloe Replumping Superserum.

I would never really purchase something from Garnier. However, my aunt was recently diagnosed with preoral dermatitis (it's terrible) and her dermatologist told her to stop using any makeup or skincare so she gave me most of her cosmetics that I have been trying out the past few weeks. This is one of my favorites. Whenever I use a hydrating ingredient I always spritz my face with water first to maximize its benefits and this serum makes my skin feel so much more hydrated and fresh, it has a very calming & pleasant smell, and I sometimes add another layer depending on my skin's needs. It gives me the perfect base before I move on to applying my skin makeup. What makes this serum amazing is that it includes so many different hydrating ingredients - Aloe, Hyaluronic Acid, Glycerin... My skin loves this superserum so I use this one quite often.

Missha A'pieu BB Maker SPF 30/PA++

This is another product that proves to me that Korean makeup products are amazing. The BB creams I've tried from Western brands have been lackluster at best, they never match my skin tone, they look off on me but I bought this in 212 Natural Beige and it is so perfect. It's called 'BB cream' but this product is so high coverage that I would almost call it a foundation. When my order first arrived, I was shocked at how small the product was, I thought I'm gonna finish it in two weeks tops but the thing is you put 1/2 a pea size on the back of your hand and realize you could easily cover your whole face with it. I don't know how that's possible but you really need soooo little, only a teeny tiny amount and it's something I still need to learn, I put a 3/4 pea just to be safe and it always turns out to be way too much. I know someone who works for Missha so I got this product at a heavy discount, I ordered 2 and she sent 4, what a darling and what an amazing excuse to buy more products!

Apple AirPods (3rd Generation).

These were a gift from my mom, my Huawei Freebuds stopped working and I've been complaining about it nonstop so she surprised me with a pair of Airpods 3, she was torn between the 2 and 3 so she gave me the receipt to let me decide. I went in the next day and got them exchanged, and I love them. I can do calls, binge my shows, participate in virtual meetings, listen to podcasts on my way to uni, listen to music for hours on end with no issues and I would recommend it to anyone who is looking for a pair of good headphones, the battery lasts a long time as well. The headphones may feel weird at the beginning, like they could fall out any second which is why I was hesitant in the beginning but I got used to it, it does not bother me anymore. I also got a cute little case, it's silver stoned and I am not really a bling person but I did not want to get silicone because they stain and rip, I wanted to try something different, so I just went ahead and bought this one, I love how it sparkles and it is pretty much impossible to damage.

A White Long Sleeved Leotard.

I am obsessed with this long sleeved leotard, it is a game changer and I think this is the best purchases I have made this year. It literally solves 90% of all my cloth-related problems. When I go to the dance studio, I throw this on with my black leggings as a base layer, I just have to take off my skirt and I am good to go within seconds. The material is stretchy but very fitted and I love how the fabric feels on my skin, I also how it looks on me and how it emphasizes my slim arms and my small waist. The fabric is very thin but it is not see through so I can wear my cropped wrap tops and all my see through tops over it without looking frumpy. I love a fitted look so I can wear it on its own with a pleated dark navy skirt or a black pencil skirt (my favorite) as well. It is a 10/10 and I have already purchased many more in various colors and this is the type of thing I never knew I needed.

Love, Cat.

[hornynofilter]

I wanted to share a situation with you because I think you might like it. I've been dating my boyfriend for about 6 months. We were work friends for a couple years first and when I moved on to a better job he asked me out. We clicked romantically and it's been great. He's kinda shy & conservative sexually but a few weeks ago, we got pretty high and he opened up. It surprised me when he told me one of his secret fantasies was to be seduced by another man. He knows I've been with other women before but I was shocked he had any kind of a bi streak.

Obviously, I couldn't stop thinking about him in a scene. Anyway, last weekend, I was fooling around on Reddit & I came across a sub with all these homemade role playing porn audios. They were wild. I found one with a man acting out a fantasy about a gay guy who convinces his straight friend to let him give him a blow job & prostate massage. The dude's voice was super sexy and the audio sounded pretty real. It gave me a wicked idea.

When my boyfriend came home, I told him to go to the bedroom & relax. I told him to strip down to his boxer and put on a blindfold I left for him. While he was doing that, I put on some cologne I borrowed from my neighbor and tied my hair back. I even made sure I wore a tight sports bra to flatten out my boobs and keep them contained.

When I was sure he was blindfolded and comfortable, entered the room, slipped some headphones over his ears and started the audio. I proceeded to act out everything the guy in the audio was describing. My fingers and mouth were on his body but it was a man's voice in his ears & scent in his nose.

My boyfriend got super into it and ended cumming as hard as I've ever seen him cum, almost exactly on cue with the audio. When we were done, he was a little embarrassed by how much he let go but I told him how hot it was. The last few days, we've felt a lot closer & I told him we should explore this some more. I'm excited to see what happens as we move forward together.

Hi hun, sorry for the late response! Haven't been on really but am here now to properly address this delicious and very sweet confession~ and you're right, I do like it~♡

As someone who listens to nsfw audios on soundgasm and other places, there are sooooo many good ones and a lot are wild pfpft glad you found one like that though~

Gods the effort you went to make sure it was just right, like the cologne, tight sports bra, and ect is so hot though too. People who put in attention to detail and go the extra mile always win for me~

I'm glad he has a partner like you too explore those type of things with though and that the experience brought you two together more and opened more doors with each other ♡ a wonderful relationship to have.

Thank you so much for sharing with us ❤️

[bluecookies02]

When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

masterlist

Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji and Sukuna Ryomen In It’s all about Your Hair

Rated PG-13

Contains Foul language and Suggestive themes

✨Director's Commentary ✨ I've been going through a creative block and I'm so so sorry for neglecting y'all! I've been working on other headcanons Too Boos💖 Now let me state for the record that all hair is absolutely beautiful, Please don't ever be ashamed of Having Coily or Straight or Wavy or Curly hair because it's something that you can't control and something that your body grows in it's own beautiful way💖 I really tried my best to include all hair types in this including those of Us who wear protective styles, some of these I can relate to because I once had dreads, I used to wear wigs and Now I currently got My Curly hair out for the world to see💖 This won't be the last y'all see of me this week I swear it. I hope y'all are safe and those of y'all who are out for fall break are getting lots of Rest and Relaxation 💖 I love all of y'all 💖 I want to thank you all for the love and support you all send my way💖 I am so grateful and appreciative💖 Pronouns outta of this cause it’s a party for all

Nanami Kento

If You have Coily or Curly hair

Pays for your hair appointments and he doesn't care how much it cost as long you're happy

THIS MAN RESEARCH EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR HAIR

He's knowledgeable about your hair type and porosity

Best hair care products on your shelf

This man will DIY you some hair care products from Gel to hair masks

He loves wash day because he gets to assist you with your hair

He always seems to have time for you and your hair

Lemme tell you this man is makes wash day 100% easier

He Will detangle your hair with loving hands so if you are tender headed you're in luck

His give the best head massage that make you lean into him while falling asleep

Really this man take good care of you

Shrinkage shocks this man but stretching amazes him

Expensive bonnets and scarfs for you boo

If someone dare to disrespect you by touching your hair without your permission, he's gonna tell them the fuck off

Learning about your hair has encouraged him to learn more about the proper way to tend to his own hair type

For My boos with the Faux locs and Braids

I'm adamant that this man is Husband goals

The moment you even mildly suggest you want to get your hair done he's gonna do some research for the best stylist in y'all area on his down time

He knows that Braids/Faux locs are protective styles and understand why you want to get your hair done

Whatever hair you want you're gonna get, If you want Remy braiding hair that cost 50 dollars per bundle you best believe Nanami gonna get it for you and he pays for your hair appointment too

Nanami actually helps you wash and stretch your hair before your appointments

This man buys you Whatever you need for your hair

When you come outta of your appointment looking fly as hell he's gonna spin you around and tell you how beautiful you look🥺

Oils your scalp and give you bomb hair treatments

Helps you with scalp cleanses too

Actually helps you a lot with keeping your hair within the Braids/Locs Healthy

Buys you so many beautiful accessories for your hair

Lovingly Helps you with your nighttime routine

Just a over all a Good man

If You're a Dreadlock babe

This man thinks you look Absolutely beautiful 

His curiosity makes him knowledgeable about locs and your hair

Knows the difference between locking Gel and wax

Buys that expensive ass dreadlocks Shampoo and conditioner for you

If you say your scalp is itching he will apply oil to your scalp gently

Hunts for the best hairdressers who knows how to handle locs and if he can't find one he'll learn how to safely loc your new growth

Love Dreadlock cuffs, he buys you so many accessories for your hair

He actually adore your locs but he Support you if you want to comb out your locs one day too because it's your hair

Nanami will fucking scold a fool who calls your dreads dirty or unkempt

If Your hair is Naturally Bone straight or Wavy

Gets only the finest natural hair products for the both of you

If you don't like doing your own hair Nanami will pay for your salon visits hell the man will book your appointments if you want him too

He always Notice any little thing you got done to your hair and he's always compliments you too

If you don't like going to a salon he understands

This man will help you wash, condition and style your hair

He watches YouTube tutorials and practice everything he learnt before he dare touch your hair

Actually is very good at giving you a hair cut without damaging your hair

Use the best products for your hair and doesn't dare to add heat to your hair without a heat protector

Man is made skilled with a flat iron

Do everything in his strength to give you the hairstyle you asked for

Actually your hair looks like you visited a salon and feels like it too

Hair Serums that makes your hair shine beautifully

Gojo Satoru

If You Rock Wigs

As a Master class Hoe This man knows you wear wigs but he don't say shit

Doesn't touch your head at all because he doesn't want to accidentally wig check you until you tell him your wig is secured but HE KNOWS that doesn't mean he can tug on it

Surprisingly knowledgeable about wigs

He names your wigs and he actually have favs

Pays for your wigs and installs

Loves you with and without the wigs but he acts like a schoolboy when he see you with his fav on your head

Do not let him go into a beauty supply because he can't control himself🤦🏾‍♀️

Will wear your wigs while doing a cover of TLC No scrubs music video

Actually can install the fuck outta of a wig

Will do a install on himself to mess with Megumi and Nanami, Melts the lace perfectly and his bald cap method can't be touched💅🏾 Walks out of y'all home with a 22 inch Snow White Bone straight Brazilian Remy wig with the Baby hairs laid

You actually start letting him do your installs because he doesn't fuck around.... well in this instance

If You have Coily or Curly hair

Is Mesmerised by your hair

The way your hair is poofy, soft and gravity defying is exciting to him

Loves your hair and will not let you talk down about your hair

Get too invested into natural hair YouTube drama and videos

Starts bitching about Eco styler Gel, Petroleum Jelly and mineral oil

Actually back tf up when you tell him to chill

He Pays for new products if you jump on the all natural products bandwagon

He Actually Stans Coconut oil and it's Versatile uses

Gets excited to participate in your wash day

Surprise! He's a Pro at detangling

Goes through your hair with gentle precision

His fingers in your hair makes you sleepy asf

Wash n Go's become a breeze with this man

He got you From the Denmen brush to the praying hands technique

Knows how to Safely stretch your hair to eliminate the dreaded shrinkage

Your hair always is frizz free and looks fucking beautiful after he gets done; This man has done his studying, Homework and passed all the tests with flying colours

Gojo will start using Shea butter on his hair and skin

BUT he has this deep obsession with 360 waves and he swears one day he will achieve them

Sleeps with a Bonnet his damn self now

If someone dare touch your hair without your permission ITS OVER

For My boos with the Faux locs and Braids

The moment you said you was planning to get your hair done he was like 👀 and then you said the words "I gotta go to the Beauty Supply" like a kid hearing the words Toys R Us (Rip Big homie) he was up

When y'all got there You told him to stay in the car and he begrudgingly did

Look imma be honest but he loves when you get your hair done

Especially if you get hair to match his eye colour or his hair colour, tbh you might as well be in the nude because it all has the same effect on him

He knows your head might be hurting so he will do whatever it takes to make your head feel better

Hot oil treatments and tending to your scalp is his specialty

Helps you clean your hair and scalp

Constantly bragging about how beautiful you are to Yuuji, Megumi and Nanami

If You're a Dreadlock Babe

Are You from Jamaica? Cause Jamaican me crazy jokes all the time (Boy if you don't sit your ass down) tell him to stop it and he will never repeat it again

Love how your hair makes you look like a baddie

Whatever you want you know he will provide, out here driving to Five different beauty supplies trying (and succeeding) to find your favourite locs shampoo

Assists you with different styles

Will search hard and heavy for a reliable stylist for you but he's not above learning how to tend to your hair and he's actually good at except he uses too much Gel/Beewaxs

Repairs your broken locs too

Is very patient when it comes to how long it takes for hair to dry like he will hold a hair dryer for hours if it meant helping you get your hair dry

Makes him weak when you wear accessories in your hair

Wishes someone would disrespect you so he can obliterate them

If Your hair is Naturally Bone straight or Wavy

Gojo is a Product Junkie (I CAN RELATE)

Love to walk into Sally's and go ham

Y'all own so many different shampoos and conditioners it's ridiculous

He loves natural products tho and will DIY hair masks for y'all hair

Pays for your salon visits

But he knows his way around a flatiron and curling rod

Actually thinks he knows everything about hair because he watched one Brad Mondo video 🤦🏾‍♀️

Wants to bleach your hair so bad because he really believe it's gonna come out perfect ( It won't)

Cuts your split ends pretty good tho but shit goes belly up the moment you ask him for a trim like this man will keep fucking your hair up while adamantly saying he can fix it (He can't) So watch him

Master of the French braid

He loves Hair glosses and Serums

Fushiguro Toji

If You Rock Wigs

This fucking man🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

Ignorance is not a virtue so Toji really isn't virtuous

Lemme be honest he didn't know your hair was a wig

He's not gonna ask either

The first time y'all got busy Mister super kinky pulled your fucking wig off 🤦🏾‍♀️cap and all (He's VIOLATING)

Your Edges? Gone. Toji? Holding your wig shocked asf. Wormy? Fucking Frighten. The Hotel Toji staying at for the next few nights until (IF) you forgive him? Booked with Trivago

Gives you 500 dollars for a new wig and pays for your install BUT (That's a big booty btw) the damage has been done

He Never touch any of your wigs again

Toji will use the Lace Glue you don't like as glue to fix shit around the house like your favourite vase that got broken is being held together by lace glue that was incompatible with your skin

He will patiently sit and wait while you try on wigs at the beauty supply

His guilt always makes him buy whatever wigs you likes and the installs everytime

If you have Curly or Coily hair

UnKnowledgeable but Respectful

Really tho he fucking loves your hair and the way the products you put it smell

Do not let him detangle your hair until you PROPERLY SHOW HIM HOW

He's absorb all the words you say like a sponge and learn slow but surely how to tend to your hair

Since he's not always home he consider it pure luck to participate in a wash day with you

He just love to touch your hair and it's one of the things he keep hidden

Detangle your hair as soft as he can and the way you taught him

Something about looking up at Toji while his hands are in your hair that is just so intimate and sexy

Scalp manipulation makes you go 🤤

He watched your wash day routine one time and he remembered all the products you used in what order too

It still amazes him when the water touches your hair how the frizz dissipate

Mans bought you towels just for your hair

HE WILL USE YOUR HAIR PRODUCTS ON HIS HAIR; THIS MAN WASHED HIS ASS N BALLS WITH YOUR EXPENSIVE SHAMPOO

Buys you new products especially if he used it on himself

When he Sit on the couch with you He likes to subtly smell your hair

Would bury his face into your hair if he could get away with it

If some rando touch your without permission their asses are going MISSING

Accepts the life of sleeping on satin pillow cases and watching you put on a bonnet or wrap your hair up before you let him wreck you like his name Ralph

For My boos with the Faux locs and Braids

He left home for a week and came back to your hair laid plus swaying when you walk

Questions? He got em but he's not saying shit. He just call you sexy and spank your ass with both hands

Will oil your scalp for you if you want him to

Asked you how long did it take to get your hair done and when you say it's was long ass time he's floored

When he's out on his travels, he buys you cute accessories and adornments for your hair

Loves when you move your hair to one side slowly

Wants you pull your hair when he freaks you but he knows better

He is a big Help when it comes to your scalp treatments

Also is a huge help when it come to finding hard to get products especially braiding gel

Easily Gets you everything you need to maintain your hair

If You're a Dreadlock Babe

This Man loves your hair

Questions you a lot about it Like is you okay if he gently pull on your hair🤦🏾‍♀️

If you have a hard time searching for someone to do your hair, he will quickly learn

He Loves the way beeswax or gel smell in your hair

When he comes back home from work he always brings you new things for your dreads especially things you voiced that you can never find

Actually a big help when it comes to a ACV rinse

He learns how to repair your locs too

Loves to see style your dreads in a new way

Would unconsciously play with one of your dreads if you’re looking at TV with him

If Your hair is Naturally Bone Straight or Wavy

He's not a knowledgeable Man about What shampoos is good for what hair types

He has and will google what Shampoos can clean blood from your hair🤦🏾‍♀️

You have to tell him what to get you

Also Toji don't know shit about a flat iron or a curling wand

So with that being said He pays for you to get your hair done

He will assist you with brushing your hair

This man is a god at getting out knots from your hair

Actually good at trimming hair, he's very precise with a pair of shears

Eliminate spilt ends effortlessly

Toji Finds all the hair ties you thought you lost around the house

He loves to smell your hair cause it smells so fucking good

Toji will use THE ENTIRE BOTTLE OF SERUM ON HIS OWN HEAD (Go ahead and tell him a little goes a long way and That Serum cost 50 dollars; Toji has Instant Regrets)

If you want to shave it all off he's right behind you and If you want to grow it down to your knees he's right behind you

Ryomen Sukuna

If You Rock Wigs

Sukuna lived thousands of years, He knows Damn well a Human can't have a Blonde Bob today and have long Red hair tomorrow

So gets all his knowledge from Yuuji

Don't ask you about your hair and he don't touch it

Offers to pay for your wigs and installs with Yuuji credit card

Everybody Knows damn well Sukuna isn't allowed with near Any of Yuuji credit cards but that doesn't stop him for remembering the numbers and security codes, Yuuji got a statement for a 700 dollars custom human hair lace front and mans got nauseous

Amazed at how different each wig feels and the different varieties of them

Sooner or later the curiosity gets to the king of curses and he just got to ask you how do you fit all your hair under a wig? Show him braids and the bald cap method, it will surprise the hell outta of him

If you say you need wig glue This man going to nag Yuuji to buy all the wig glue the store got; coming in bragging about I spoil my baby yes I do🤦🏾‍♀️

Only wants the best for you because if you're fucking a King you're royalty in his eyes

If you have Curly or Coily hair

Now He openly admits he doesn't know shit about your hair type

Gives you the money outta of Yuuji wallet for you to go to the salon with

Will complain when you say you have to wrap your hair up before any night activities but don't fret he's learning

It's a slow process because he just can't grasp the Idea that your hair needs more maintenance than Yuuji

Talking about poor Yuuji When Sukuna and him are alone Sukuna is constantly on that ass with questions like " Insolent fool. Y/N sleeps on a luxurious silky pillow case, Why must you rest our head on cheap microfiber?" Or the infamous "Brat why the fuck do Y/N use different creams and oils in their hair when all your lazy fucking ass do is run water and soap through Ours??"

Yuuji is down very fucking Bad at this point and all he wants for is for Sukuna to shut his fucking mouth so He decided that it would be in his own best interest to learn about your hair

With the help of the internet The King of Curses has one less thing to bitch about

Next time Sukuna is out and about when you're washing your hair he surprises you with offering to Detangle your hair...... with his fingers BUT the feeling of his claws on your scalp feels oddly delicious

He's actually very soft and gentle with your hair

He's not a real big help he like will fully detangle your hair and hand you the items you need while you're in the shower but that's it

remember he's slowly learning and when he get your routine down He will excel at helping you

If he seeings that you're running low on something he's gonna bitch until Yuuji buy some for you

Thinks some of the products you use smells damn right scrumptious

You often find him Admiring (He will deny it) your hair

Finds himself asking more about Frizz and shrinkage

Used Yuuji money to buy hair accessories he thinks you like

Actually helps you a lot at night when it's time to put your hair up, he has many different ways to keep you from waking up with flat crushed hair

Buys you Everything and anything you want for your hair

Demand that Yuuji buy the same Shampoo you use because he secretly want to smell you even when you're not around

Will rip someone arms from their body if they dare to lift a finger to touch your hair without your okay

For My boos with the Faux locs and Braids

He paid for your hair to get done With his vessel (His words) money

You showed him the idea and explained how everything is done so he has no questions

MAKE HIS DAY MAKE HIS NIGHT

IF YOU GET BRAIDS/LOCS THAT MATCHES HIS EYES OR HAIR HES GONNA BUST

He's already arrogant asf, You got him really out here showing his ass now

You even got Yuuji bashful asf now

Proudly oils your scalp

Doesn't know what a scalp treatment is but baby he quickly learns

Compliments you all the fucking time

More of Yuuji Money is spent on accessories for your hair

All you got to the is say the word and he will be paying for your hair to get done again

If You're a Dreadlock Babe

Sukuna loves your hair but hate how beeswax gets everywhere

Actually love the smell of beewaxs tho

Yuuji and him Is very supportive, If You can't find a stylist who take care of locs they will learn

Sukuna is surprisingly good at locking down new growth but is rough handed and consider this bonding time between the two of you. Yuuji tho Works Slower than Sukuna and is gentler at separating your hair to expose your scalp better. So pick your hair warrior wisely

Sukuna will make Yuuji Hunt for the best products for your hair

Gets you articulate accessories for your hair

Sukuna Will help you Blow dry your hair even if it TAKES HOURS

If Someone calls your hair dirty they will be swallowing their teeth if They form those words in front of Sukuna

If Your hair is Naturally Bone straight or Wavy

Oh so you Said you want to get a haircut? Maybe a new hairstyle?

Sukuna Sukuna Sukuna🤦🏾‍♀️ Has ancient hair styling and trimming techniques... Some work, some don't but why in the fuck would you risk it? I mean yes he's sexy but it's your hair if you dare Humor him on this

After Yuuji Explained to him how that is not the greatest idea Sukuna dropped it but he most certainly asked Yuuji to open them pockets for you to get your hair done

So you got three solid options a nice salon, Yuuji who at least will try to learn and his best or Sukuna who will try to learn but please remember old dogs and their struggles with new tricks at times

Congratulations! You picked Option One A nice Salon! Your hair looks bomb and you're happy which means The King of Curses is happy; Yes Yuuji pockets maybe lighter but You look beautiful and there's a smile on your face so no complaints from him.

Oh you picked Yuuji! A solid choice while he is inexperienced at least he's willing to learn and give it his all! Yuuji actually did a decent Job at styling your hair even tho he took three hours to finish trimming your split ends and was fearful to use a flat iron, he did a decent job! He was also very gentle and sweet with your hair so A+ for effort, Technique and love Yuuji!💖

You picked Option Three? Sukuna? I tried to tell your ass but eh it's your hair. Sukuna Tried he really did but he fucked up by going in with enough arrogance and ego that could make a Corrupt Tax dodging Billionaire Blush (If you know you know)

He bought the Expensive Products including shears and Serums

Washed your hair like a pro and made your ass fall asleep

Hair treatment he gave you was 100% perfect but it all went down hill from there

He went in to bold actually had the audacity to get cocky after rubbing and washing Suds from your hair🤦🏾‍♀️

First cut was aight but The second is where he took too much off and The third became noticeably uneven

The King of Curses is baffled so he keeps going for his pride sake but end up fucking your shit up worse

So he gives Poor Yuuji full control and Yuuji is shocked, mortified and disgusted.

Yuuji calls in a stylist for help costing Yuuji $$$ but he's saving you from having fucked up hair

Sukuna is very regretful about what happened, ofc he blames the shears and the lack of adequate training from the YouTube videos he watched🤦🏾‍♀️

Only shampoos your hair from now on if you even let him touch your hair that is

Comments, Likes, Reblogs and Requests is Hella Loved and Appreciated 💖 Please don’t Steal My Shit.

[yourmidnightlover]

never go back

Summary: spencer notices how your boyfriend takes advantage of you and finally does something about it.

TW: titty sucking, oral (female receiving), cheating, dom!spencer, scratching, slapping (only one), cursing, choking, spencer dirty talk lol, penetrative sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,724

A/N - i'm using noah as the 'other man' schtick in probably all of my future one shots bc i can't find it within myself to create a new character each and every time. so your douche of a bf will always be noah miller. if you ever get a nice bf i'll be sure to change his name but for now this is what we're working with. got it? got it.

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there are many things that people should go back to. schooling, maybe an old job, an old vacation spot.

your boyfriend was not one of those things.

mostly because your boyfriend sucked.

it was now a fact that spencer reid himself had come to believe quite a while ago and now, well now he had reason.

he had always felt as though you were too good for noah, similar for practically anyone in existence (himself included). he was always a complete ass to you no matter the circumstance.

there was one time the entire team had been back really late from a case that took a toll on all of you. it was emotionally and physically draining. the flight back had been delayed because of weather issues in the state you had been in, meaning you couldn't leave until days after it was solved.

any time you had gone to answer the phone, spencer would be able to see your stance and body language through the glass window. you had been apologizing for something you couldn't even control. you would narrow your brows the way you only did when you were being yelled at. you bit your lip the way you did when you were being made to feel guilty.

he was guilt tripping you for something you couldn't even control.

when you had gotten back it wasn't any better. noah had been giving you the cold shoulder. he was defensive when you asked what was wrong.

and that was only 3 weeks into the relationship.

after being together for 2 months, you had gotten flowers delivered on your desk. you assumed they were from your boyfriend, reasonably so, and went to go thank him. spencer saw the shock in your eyes when you saw your boyfriend huddled in the corner with some new intern. spencer saw the look in your eye change from sadness to anger in the blink of his own.

you took a deep breath, and walked away from the situation, completely missing the way he tucked the intern's hair behind her ear as he leaned in to whisper something to make her giggle. when you got back to your desk you threw the flowers in the garbage can, not even bothering to read the note.

it was pretty indirect, but looking into it he realized it was an issue that should've been addressed. every time the team would go out together, everyone was clearly invited. you would always decline because 'noah wanted to take me out tonight' or 'noah said he needs me, so i'll have to rain check'.

it wasn't because you were a bad person, the opposite actually. it was because noah was taking advantage of your kindness.

because any time you needed him, 'noah's out with the boys' or 'noah had to work late' or, here's a kicker, 'noah had a hard time at work'. as if you don't have a hard time looking at dead bodies while he just has to write up reports.

even when you got injured during a case, shot in the shoulder, noah seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. he wouldn't even go to your apartment to visit you while you were in recovery because 'noah didn't have time to visit'.

spencer could even recall when you went out with the girls one night, spencer being the designated driver, that you had told them how 'noah didn't want you to dress too provocatively so you had to wear something more modest'.

now, spencer doesn't care all to much about what you wear because, frankly, it's none of his business. but now that he heard how noah cared oh-so-much, he decided to wrack his brain for the 'provocative' outfits you've worn. there was not a single one that anyone should make a comment about. you looked stunning no matter what you wore, so you'd grab any man's attention no matter the clothing on your body.

but spencer? he made sure to never be that much of an asshole to you. he made sure to make up for him being an asshole.

he would grab you some morning coffee like you always had before you had a boyfriend. he would make sure to tell you that you looked lovely when you were able to go out with the team. he would visit you when you injured yourself and were lonely, he even stayed back for a few days with you to help you get through it.

hell, he was the one to get you the flowers. you had been having a rough week and spencer thought it might cheer you up. he had gifted you a bouquet of 12, blue chiffon flowers because those were your favorite.

but this was his breaking point. you had come to his apartment, once again in the middle of the night, talking about noah fucking miller cheating on you.

he had done it once before when he was 'out with the boys' you decided to stop by when he said he'd be back, wanting to just be the amazing girlfriend that you are. so when you walk in and hear your boyfriend moaning along with another woman that isn't you, you immediately run back out. you run back out and drive all the way to spencer's.  

and here you are again. spencer wasn't mad at you, it was noah he was mad at. he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

spencer had always liked you, no, he's always loved you. everything about you. how could he not? you're perfect.

but loving you how he does and seeing you being used as a toy to fuck for a certain noah miller not only made his heart ache but also made his blood boil.

spencer wasn't an idiot. he had heard the way the old morgan had referred to women. the thing is, noah is way more of a fuckboy than the old morgan ever was. and that scared spencer to pieces. he knew that you would only be missing out on team outings just to get fucked by a douchebag. he knew that the only reason said douchebag wouldn't visit you was because you couldn't fuck. he knew that the reason said douchebag was cornering that intern was to fuck her, too.

so when you arrived at spencer's place, this time you weren't crying. you were furious. you were angry and upset, as was spencer.

"he did it again, spence," you breathed out as you paced across his living room floor. "i was supposed to meet him in a few hours but i was going to surprise him and i caught him with another tramp! i didn't even confront him. i just- i just left!"

"cheated? noah?" he asked as if he didn't believe it at first, not wanting to seem like as much of a dick as noah.

"yes! cheated. god! i am so ANGRY!" you ran your hand through your hair, a grunt leaving your mouth. "and... and frustrated! and... UGH!" you sighed aggressively.

"and what?" spencer asked as he stood up, slowly making his way to you. "what else?" he said, his hand now brushing that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear.

"i-i'm..." you trailed off, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit how much you loved spencer. but you thought he'd never love you like that. not since you helped him through jj getting married. he really thought she was it for him, at least that's what you'd come to think he believed. over the years you had grown so much closer and grown such an attraction for each other that the other person knew about. it was ironic, truly.

"say it, y/n," spencer leaned over you, his lips ghosting over yours. "i need to hear you say it."

"god, just kiss me," you said, your hands flying to the back of his hair to push his mouth to yours.

there was no hesitation from spencer to give you everything he had. his hand on the side of your face remained there as his other hand drifted to your waist to pull you closer to his body. your tongues met fervently with covetous, passion, and longing yet with just gentle firmness that felt protecting and as if it was how everything was supposed to be.

"please, spencer," you quietly whispered once you unlatched from one another.

"please what, princess," he asked, his hand running through your hair.

"i just... i need you," she pleaded with him, her hands still tugging gently on his hair. "please," you put your foreheads together, breathing in each others air as you silently begged him to help you in any way that he could.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered so delicately as if the entire team were standing right beside you. "you know i'd do anything for you."

"then do something," you demanded.

spencer took action by kissing you just as intensely as before, this time his hands went to your ass. he grabbed your thighs to signal for you to jump, once you did you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you into his bedroom. he set you down just in front of the bed before you began to undo his shirt, him returning the favor by undoing yours.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," he growled, nipping gently at your earlobe as he laid you back on the bed. "lift your hips," he ordered, you obeyed his every command. you always would. "good girl," he praised as he ran his hands down your now bare waist.

"please," you begged, your hips bucking up to get any source of friction. "spencer..." you trailed off.

"i know, princess. i know," he said before climbing on top of you, connecting your lips with his once again, this time much more eager than before if that were possible.

as you arched your back, he took the opportunity to unclasp the hook on your bra. you shrugged it off your shoulders to allow him to throw the bra somewhere else in his room. he finally took a breath, removing his lips from yours to admire the view in front of him.

"god, you're so beautiful," he growled before placing gentle but eager kisses along the tops of your breasts, massaging the one his mouth wasn't on.

he pressed his knee between your legs, allowing you to buck your hips up to get that release you wanted so bad. you whined as he took your nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking past it rapidly as he occasionally nibbled on it gently.

"spen-spencer," you ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently on the roots.

"mmm," he sat his head up, trailed kisses up your throat. "god, i love you so much."

"i-i love you," you moaned, pulling his head up to connect your lips together. "i love you so so much."

"i'm so glad to hear that," he huffed a sigh of relief. "because otherwise it'd be awkward when i did this," he began trailing kisses down your body, leading down towards your center. "i'll show you what it's like to be with a man that actually loves and respects you, yea? show you what it feels like to actually be pleased by a man? what it's like to be with a real man?" he teased.

his fingers trailed around your entrance, gathering your arousal that'd been building for what felt like ages. he pressed gentle kisses around your pussy before finally connecting his lips with your clit, a low groan emitting from your body because of the contact.

"yes, please," you shot your head back, relishing in the feeling of the direct skin contact.

"hey," spencer slapped your thigh, your head shot back up to see him between your legs, a truly beautiful sight that you'd never get tired of. "eyes on me," he demanded before going back down on you, not breaking eye contact as he brought out sounds from you that you weren't even sure you could make. "talk to me, princess. let me know how it feels."

"fe-feels so good," you sighed, taking your breasts in your hands and massaging them. "i-i can-can't even think," you stuttered out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

you had felt so good as he sucked on your clit, succeeding in bringing you closer to the edge than noah ever has, but when he inserted two fingers into your entrance...

"oh my fuck!" your hands shot down to grab onto his locks, pushing him further into your body, a low groan leaving him.

his fingers didn't stop their work. he curled them at just the right spot, sending you flying over the edge. spencer used his free hand to grab onto your thigh to keep them from closing in completely on his head, still working you through your high. he placed a kiss on your clit once more before he brought his head up to you, connecting your lips passionately.

"could noah ever make you come like that? huh? could he make you feel so good you could barely even think?" he grabbed your chin in his hands, holding it in place to look at him as you shook your head the best you could. "no?"

"mm-mm," you tried to shake your head 'no' once more.

"did you think of him while i was going down on you? were you thinking about how he fucked that little tramp?" he asked harshly, you shook your head 'no' again. "oh, what were you thinking, princess?" he finally released your face so you could speak.

"ab-about how well you know my body. about how, how good you looked between my legs. about how much i love you," you replied quickly, knowing exactly what to say.

"right answer," he connected your lips once more. "what do you want, love?" he asked, peppering soft kisses along your jaw where his hands once held your throat firmly.

"you. i-i want you in-inside me," you swallowed, your hand finding his and pulling it up to your lips to press a kiss to it, then another, then another, then another. "please, doctor?" you used your best puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

"god, call me that again," he rasped lowly.

"what... doctor?" you took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, letting them slip in and out slowly and then moving onto the next.

"fuck, yes," he growled as he pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your center. "are you sure, princess?" he traced your jaw with the fingers you were previously sucking on.

"yes, sir," you nodded. "i'm sure."

you felt him slowly push inside of you slowly to allow you to adjust to his size. you had your suspicions of how big he was, but feeling him inside of you made it all much more real.

"fuck, you're so tight," he moaned into your ear quietly as he slowly pulled back out, going in just as slow.

"sp-spence-"

"wrong," he slapped your face gently, a whimper leaving your lips before he grasped your face to make you look him in the eyes.

"doc-doctor," you corrected yourself.

"good girl," he said, feeling your pussy clench from the praise. "oh you like that?" he felt it again. "maybe you just like hearing me talk, yea?" his pace began picking up slowly. "you like hearing how this pussy makes me feel? how tight... and warm... and wet it is?"

"u--uh huh," you nodded your head the best you could as he began thrusting much more rapid, hitting that special spot inside of you with each movement.

"it seems like you haven't felt this good in a long time huh? haven't had your pussy pounded like this in a while?" he asked as he was catching his breath.

"ne-never, doctor," you confirmed, hands reaching around his back and dragging your nails down, surely leaving scratch marks all down them.

"fuck," he growled. "noah never made you feel this good princess? never made you forget how to speak in sentences? never knew how to get you going like this?"

"n-no, no! never! god, never!" you cried as you pulled his body even closer to you. "i-i'm close, please!"

"you wanna come all over my dick, yea? you want to show me how much your pussy loves it when a real man fucks it?"

that was it to let that spring burst inside of you, parts flying everywhere. you cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, holding onto his shoulders and hair to keep you grounded.

"cum inside me, please," you begged. "fi-fill me up."

"fuck, whatever you want, princess," he kept pounding into you at a rapid pace. "god, i'm gonna come inside you, and send you back to that scumbag of a boyfriend so he can see that you're mine now. so he can see what happens when his girlfriend is mistreated and fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, yea?"

"yea, yea!" you whined, nails digging back into his skin as he released his load into you, thrusting it gently back inside after.

"god, i love you so much," he moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek by your ear.

"i love you," you replied, stroking his hair to help him come down, him still inside of you. he began thrusting inside of you once again.

"don't want any of it to spill out before you get to him," he felt you clench around him one more time. "you're very responsive, princess. i like that about you."

"it-it's just you, spence. it's always been you," you pulled him in for another kiss.

this one was full of passion but not the kind of eagerness. it was full of desire and longing, pent up emotions flowing out into one another fluidly.

"now let me go see my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend," you huffed as he pulled out of you, wincing from the overstimulation. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later," he pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you gather your clothes.

driving back to his apartment, you felt rather giddy with yourself. should you have felt bad? absolutely not. he's a manipulative asshole who's used you for sex on numerous occasions, so he deserved the bittersweet irony of what was coming to him.

*get it, coming to him? lol i'm sorry i had to :)*

you knocked on the door softly, greeted by a rather chipper noah who grabbed your face as soon as he saw you, connecting your lips. his kiss was nothing like spencer's. his lips weren't as soft and tentative. they weren't plump and round, they were harsh and rough and unpleasant.

he quickly led you to the bedroom, not to your surprise. he sat down on the bed, you straddled his hips, acting as if it were spencer instead - which was pretty hard to do after knowing what he was like in the sack.

you felt his boner through his pants quickly after you got on top of him. then when he flipped you over and pulled your pants and underwear down, he was met with a surprise.

"someone's excited to see me," he chuckled before licking a thick stripe from your slit to clit, very aggressive to where it almost hurt to have the pressure. "god you taste so good, doll."

he continued at this for a while, inserting his tongue to your hole very once in a while and licking up yours and spencer's arousal with it. you faked your moans and whimpers as his ministrations became more eager, not really getting you anywhere.

after he was finished with your turn - no, he didn't even make you cum - he laid back on the bed as if he were waiting for you to get on top of him again.

"actually," you stood up from the bed, pulling up your clothes with you. "i'm done with this. we're over."

you watched his face as he took in the information just released to him. it changed from surprised and shocked, to confused, to disgusted, to angry and frustrated.

"what the fuck?" he sat up from the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. "you wait until after you cum to tell me this?" he walked over to you, arms flailing in the air.

"yea. i did. and by the way, i didn't cum," you informed him. "that's something you've never really been good at making me do. although i'm not sure how you've been able to convince me to do anything with the way you treat me."

"what do you mean? i'm a good gu-"

"shut up for one second, please," you rolled your eyes, running your hand through your hair. "i know you've cheated on me numerable times. i stayed because i thought that maybe there was a reason, but i've come to realize that i was just... settling with you," you shrugged.

"you've treated me like crap since this 'relationship' started and i'm tired of it. i know someone who not only treats me with respect and kindness, but can also actually make me cum. shocker," you chuckled.

"who is this asshole? what the hell-"

"i wasn't finished, sweetie," you spat out viciously. "he's not an asshole. you're the asshole. you're the one that's getting dumped. so this is goodbye," you turned around to walk out of his room before leaving him with one more thought. "how did his cum taste with mine?" you tilted your head innocently, smiling at his shocked face as he realized what you meant before walking out.

and you were never more glad that you didn't have to go back to him anymore.

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[cheelduh]

How to bet your way into someone’s heart. (Highschool AU)

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: Fake weed. Poor Signora smh. Oh yes, lots of swearing. UNEDITED ASF IM LAZY BYE.

Synopsis: Childe is being an infatuated idiot, Lisa has eyes for vending machine chocolate, and Kaeya is desperately in need of a pencil. With all these distractions, there’s no way in hell you’ll be able focus on the task at hand.

This is crack.

I don’t have time.

You think as you race down the hallway, shoes slapping against the floor as you expertly dodge multiple students in your way.

Bullet. You're as fast as a bullet, because everyone around you is a blur and you don't stop, can't stop, not until you meet your target.

It's funny how one can accomplish many challenges and feats they were unable to, merely due to pressure. Pressure is a twisted ugly thing that can gnaw its way into the pit of your stomach and grow like a parasite. Pressure is a parasite that can either bring the best in you, or the worst, but at the cost of one's peace of mind.

"Move it Signora!" You shouted a warning at the senior blocking your way. There wasn't any time for you slow down at that point, and you'd risk bumping into the breakfast club's stall if you swerved to the side, sending juice flying everywhere.

Signora's eyes widened momentarily, getting the gist albeit her anger, and choosing to back up flatly against the locker.

Her lipstick nearly slips from her fingers as you swerve past, a thick gust of wind in your wake.

It messes with the hair she woke up two hours early for.

Signora plots her revenge. You still don't have time.

You nearly kick the door to your home room down, but you can't risk the perfect image your teachers have of you. So you pat down your t-shirt, take five tempting deep breaths, and tentatively knock the door.

The door opens and you're met with a young man, familiar amber pupils welcoming you.

You try not to huff and puff at the cost of your stamina. Thinking back, there's no way in hell you could have physically been that fast.

"Good morning Y/N," Your homeroom teacher gives you a small smile, moving aside to let you in. "Class is just about to start."

You check your watch, then turn to him with an apologetic tone, trying not to crack under the eyes of your classmates. "I'm so sorry Mr.Zhongli, I slept through my alarm."

Your idiot ass forgot to set one because you studied till four in the morning.

"You're like thirty seconds late, cut the shit." Beidou boos from the back, causing your stance to stiffen.

"I don't wanna hear it Beidou. If anything, you're two periods earlier than usual." Ningguang calls her out for you, but you have a feeling it's more so on behalf of a personal vendetta.

Ignoring the two bickering, Mr.Zhongli gives you the handout. "Take a seat. Do not fret over such minuscule things dear."

Relief washes over you. Your impeccable attendance is not on the line.

Childe tries to flag you down next to him but you send him a pointed glare and sit next to Lisa instead.

"You should give him a chance you know." Lisa doesn't even have to open her eyes to know what's going on.

"Please," You scoff, digging through your bags to collect your notes. "As if I have the time to fool around with a shady kid like him."

Your friend sighs in disapproval, and makes no move to take out her own notes as Mr.Zhongli begins the lecture on the Archon war.

"You should really pay attention." It bothers you that she doesn't, but then again it's not your place to tell her what to do or not to do.

"I don't need to." She yawns, blinking an eye open towards you. "I have you after all."

"I'm tired of saving your ass." You groan and pull a pen out of your pocket to get started on the exercises as Mr.Zhongli talks in the background.

The course outline contained all the topic, and you made sure to teach yourself as much as you could before class to stay ahead.

Immersed in the worksheet, you blinked away your sleep and tried to answer as many questions as you could at the moment. You didn't hear the slight shift next to you, and the change of breathing, or the rate of which time went by.

A familiar scent makes its way into your nostrils.

"Lisa. Why do you smell like mango juul juice." You know the scent from when Signora blew a mango flavoured fog in your face yesterday at lunch when you said you were hungry.

A chuckle erupts and you freeze in place. "That's because I'm not Lisa."

You blink. Once, twice, and then crane your head to the side to meet a pair of teasing cerulean eyes.

Fingers loosening in shock, the pen drops on the desk with a short thud.

You whisk your head towards the front of the classroom, and Mr.Zhongli is nowhere to be seen.

"There's no saving you now." Childe's smirk widens, and he scoots closer to you. "Mr.Zhongli had to get something from the staff room. The staff room is near the cafeteria."

"Which is also near the merch stall." You grumbled, bringing both hands to massage your temples as a headache is beginning it's reign.

"Tsk tsk. Smart girl. I'd like to add that he's forgotten his wallet in his office as well, which is in the south wing."

"Son of a..." You mutter underneath your breath, and opt to scoot further back, but your efforts are futile because your desk is in a corner.

Your next beacon of hope is Lisa, so you scan the room full of chattering students, only to find her pestering her crush, Jean.

Shit...there's nothing getting you out of this one.

"What did it take?" Is your only question, the despair starting to brew. How much did it take for your best friend to betray you?

"A dollar and fifty for vending machine chocolate."

You take a moment to breathe, calming your nerves and burying down the urge to screech. "What will it take?"

"For what?" Childe replies back innocently, and you can't believe how fast he can change masks. You almost give in.

"For you to leave me alone."

"Aww come on girlie," He whines, closing in the distance. "Don't be so cold."

What did your mom tell you that one time? Oh yes. That if you were ever backed against a wall, then just break the damn thing down.

Too bad it's figurative. You're just about ready to sock him in the face if you didn't know he was into that sort of thing.

"I'm serious about you," He says, and it sounds so real, so genuine, nearly makes you sputter. "See? I've even bought school supplies.

He unzips his light backback and spills the contents on the table.

A lone piece of paper flies out, a lighter, and a mechanical pencil with no lead that follows straight after. There's also a pocket knife that you choose to ignore.

You're not the least bit surprised.

"First of all, how the fuck are you passing this class. Second, do you really think I'm into nerds?"

"Well, considering that you are a nerd—"

"You're making things worse."

"My bad, my bad." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "But on a serious note. I'll do anything."

You cross your arms. "I'm not just another one of your conquests Childe. It's not like I have the time. There are better things to do."

"You need to relax." He says so simply, with complete disregard as to what you are trying to say.

"I am relaxed." You reply, picking up your pen to continue your work. If he's going to annoy you, then you might as well get shit done while he's at it.

You're not wasting any more time.

"When was the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?" His voice is soft, too soft, and it's not at all like the Childe you know.

Your pen stops momentarily, but you will yourself to continue writing. The words look fumbled, but you don't care. The best thing to do is get your work done and ignore the idiot next to you.

"C'mon, Zhongli won't be back for another half an hour at least. Let's go." He kicks the bottom of your chair to urge you.

The pen shakes in your hand, and you narrow your eyes at the paper, digging holes into poor question eight. "I'm trying to work here. Let me work." You'll say anything to get him off your back.

"Fine fine fine..." He raises both hands in mock surrender. "I'll stop bothering you."

Your ears perk up at that, and you turn to him so fast he has to hold in his laugh. "Really?"

"Yeah," Childe nods along, bringing your hopes up. "If you win a bet, that is." And they're back to ocean level.

You roll your eyes. There's always a catch. That doesn't mean you're any less interested.

"What's the bet?" You ask curiously, all your focus now on him. Just as he longed for from the very start.

He flicks a thumb towards the door, leaning closer to whisper next to your ear. "We bet when Zhongli comes back."

"Are you kidding me?" You aren't bothered at all at the close proximity, mainly because you're too tired and only care about the freedom that will come with your win.

Childe, however, is a completely different story. His heart is beating a thousand times a second, but his face doesn't show it. Not one bit.

Kaeya leans in from the seat behind you two, interested in what's going on. "Ooooh secrets."

"Shut up Kaeya." Childe and you monotonously drone in sync, still having your little staring contest.

The captain of the skating team smiles, about to ask—

"No. We don't have an extra pencil. Even if we did we wouldn't give it to you." Childe finally breaks his gaze to scare off Kaeya.

Kaeya raises a smug brow, and leans back in his chair like the jerkwad he is. "Then don't let me keep you two love birds."

That's all it takes for him to earn Childe's unwavering respect and loyalty for as long as he lives.

After the two are done creating an elaborate handshake as a mark of their newfound friendship, you decide to just forget about the handout. It's not like you're getting anything done anyways.

"Anyways, back to the bet." Childe says, resting his cheek on his fist as he stares at you dreamily. You try not to break under his gaze.

"If I win, you have to go on a date with me."

"No way in hell—"

"Then I'll bother you for the rest of highschool."

Highschool is eternity. You don't want to live through an eternity of this.

"Fine." You answer, and for the first time he sees genuine fear in your face, it makes him waver slightly. Not enough for him to pity you.

"If I win..." You trail, thinking loud and clear as you ignore the excited chatter of your classmates. "I want you to pay attention to class."

"What?" He exclaims incredulously, blinking in disbelief. "I thought you'd get me to stop talking to you altogether."

"If you're paying attention in class, you don't bother me as much and your grades go up." You grin smartly, and oh archons it livens his entire day up, and it's only nine in the morning.

"You care about my grades?" Childe bites back a smile.

"Not at all." You lie, and quickly look away. Woah the floor tile looking trippy.

He decides it's better to get on with the bet without causing you any more distress. After all, you've given him such cute facial expressions today. He's feeling quite generous.

Pulling out his cracked-as-shit latest model phone, he unlocks it and tinkers with it a bit before turning the screen towards you.

"We'll be using this to time both of our predictions at the same time. Whoever has the closer time to when he finally swings by is the winner." The rules are simply put, no room for error.

You tilt your head in confusion. "Why am I seeing a slime review?"

"SHIT!" Childe fumbles with his phone, aggressively tapping on the screen. He lowers his head and voice as if he's been through fifty consecutive hits in the face. "It's uh, Teucer's account."

"Yeah...okay." Is all you can say.

"Ok what do you bet?" He changes the topic to unfuck the situation.

Putting a finger in your chin, you think for a minute, calculating the average of all the times Mr.Zhongli has left the classroom for a considerable amount of time.

"Fifteen minutes." You're sure of it. It's like clockwork every day.

"Hmm..." Childe crosses his arms, seemingly in deep thought. "Five minutes." He places his bet, and both timers start simultaneously.

Five minutes?! Is he serious?

You laugh inwardly. This challenge is in the bag.

The sense of victory you feel dulls when your ears pick up the echo of footsteps nearing the classroom.. Both your heads snap up to the doors.

There's something scary about Childe once his competitive side comes out. "Looks like I've won." He turns to you, eyes darkening evilly.

"What? There's no way in hell a ginger is right." Your palms are clammed up, eyebrows furrowed in panic. You calculated every single variable, how could this be?

You race to the front, Childe right on your tail as the entire class clamps up. The footsteps get louder, causing even whispers to become total silence.

Then it hits you. The shitty music about getting bitches and bars playing on the other side.

The door is swung open by Childe, and you're face to face with an idiot sophomore with a speaker in his pocket.

Childe’s grin is long gone, and you sigh in relief.

The false alarm encourages the class to return back to their idle chatter.

"Scaramouche?" Childe spits, narrowing his eyes at the unamused boy. "I thought it was Signora's shift today."

By "shift" he means being a complete dickwad and scamming fake weed to students in return for their souls. It only really works on the freshmen.

The only reason the club still runs is because Signora threatened the principal with some sus pictures she snapped of him and his assistant.

"Apparently she had an emergency." Scaramouche explains, lowering the volume on his outdated beats pill. "Something about a hair appointment because she got ran into by a, and I quote "lecherous imbecile.""

You steer clear of the conversation, finding the whiteboard far more fascinating and worth your while.

A loud cough is heard from behind the kid, and you're met with a crestfallen look on your beloved teacher's face.

You go through a whiplash of emotions, becoming completely numb towards your loss.

"They were out of slow cooked bamboo shoot soup." He sighs, handing a stack of papers to Childe, who is wearing the fattest smirk on his face at his victory. "Please hand these out to your classmates Childe, and we will begin shortly."

You check down at the timer despite knowing who’s won. Five minutes and twenty five seconds. Somehow, you don't feel as dejected as you thought you'd feel.

Maybe the date will be fun. Maybe Childe isn't so bad. Maybe...you do have time to indulge in these sort of things. If he’s so hell bent on getting your attention, perhaps it’s possible that you can make some room in your heart for him.

However, all those thoughts fly out the window when Childe hands you the new worksheet.

“I hope you're ready for our date tomorrow. We'll be sparring till sundown, and after you’ll be feeding me with chopsticks." He winks, and it makes your heart flip even though all you want right now is to go to the bathroom and barf your guts out.

Feelings are complicated.

You smile back at him nauseously, tight lipped and all, then you pull out your phone, go on maps, and search for the closest cliffs to jump off of.

After he's done, Childe slouches back in his original seat with a different kind of enthusiasm, and opens up his messages. He texts Zhongli a "thank you <3".

[whiskery-louis]

Body Image

Calum Hood x Reader

Warnings: Body image, body shaming, self esteem issues, angst

A/N: This is my first Cal writing. I've been reading a lot about him and I just love him so please enjoy BestFriend!Cal

Word Count: 2.2k

I sighed turning around to look at myself in the mirror once more, my mouth twisted to the side as I studied the third outfit I had tried on. I wanted to believe I looked as good in it as Katie had convinced me when we were at the mall. I wiped at the tear that threatened to fall down my face. I don’t know why I agreed to go out tonight anyways, I thought it would help me feel better after the break up but as I looked at myself in the mirror all the things he said to me were running through my head.

My body didn’t fall under society's standard notion of beauty. I was always a little bit heavier than most, my stomach being a bit rounder, my thighs a bit larger and my arms a bit jiggly. It was always something that I struggled with, but being told by someone that you love that they are breaking up with you because of your weight will really mess with you. I used to enjoy buying new clothes and getting dressed up, but now all I see are my flaws. I did what I could to keep my mind off my body image, but it's not easy with social media being a constant reminder. I spent most of my days in t-shirts and sweatpants praying the baggy clothes wouldn’t call unwanted attention to my stomach.

I sighed again as I pulled the shirt over my head and replaced it with a t-shirt. I didn’t feel up to going out anymore, being unable to like anything on my body really put a toll on my mental health.

I sent Katie a quick text to let her know I wanted to stay in. I knew she was worried about me, but she was the only one who knows why Dalton really broke up with me and didn’t have the heart to drag me out to a bar when she knew how much I was struggling. Katie tried to convince me to tell Calum but I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else pitying me. Everyone else though that Dalton and I broke up over commitment issues and I let them think that. It was less embarrassing than the truth. Katie tried to tell me that Dalton was the one who should be embarrassed for how he treated me at the end, but whenever she tried to bring it up I changed the subject. I wasn’t ready to admit that I believed everything he said about me.

I trudged down to the kitchen to find something to eat, I was really craving some comfort food but after being upset with how I looked in every outfit I opted to make a salad. I plopped down on the couch mindlessly scrolling through Netflix before settling on New Girl. My pity party was interrupted by two quick knocks on the door. I hoped they had the wrong apartment, but two more knocks quickly followed. I groaned as I stood up and trudged my way to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Calum in the hallway holding a pizza.

“Go away, I’m not in the mood,” I called through the door.

“Come on Y/N open up! Katie told me you canceled again tonight. I”m not letting you spend another Friday night alone.”

I mentally cursed Katie, vowing to send her a strongly worded text later.

“I’m fine Cal really, just had a long week.”

“I’m not leaving Y/N, and if you don’t let me in I’ll just sit out here singing all night.”

I hit my head against the door knowing Cal wasn’t going anywhere. I unlocked the door and walked back to the couch knowing he would hear it and come in automatically. I picked up my salad, taking another bite but I lost my appetite at the smell of the pizza wafting from the kitchen.

“Where are all your plates? Nevermind I’m bringing the whole box in, I’m starving anyway.”

He set the pizza down on the coffee table and threw his body on the couch next to me, nearly crushing me under his weight.

“Cal...can’t...breathe,” I muttered. “Why are you crushing me?”

“Missed you, we’ve barely hung out since I got back from tour. You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Have not.” I pushed at his chest and managed to create enough space between the two of us that I was able to scoot back to the other side of the couch. Calum sat up and pouted at me, while I just rolled my eyes at him.

“Have so, ever since you broke up with Dalton you’ve shut me out. I’ve tried to give you space but I can’t standby anymore knowing that you're hurting and do nothing to help.”

“Cal I really am okay, I just needed time to process.” I glanced over to him to see that he was staring at me with a look of disbelief on his face.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying. If you’re as fine as you say you are then why haven’t you touched the pizza I brought. I got it plain with extra cheese and a large side of ranch. You’re favorite.”

I shrugged, “I’m not hungry,” I mumbled, not even believing my own lie. “I had a salad.”

“You mean the one sitting there that looks barely eaten,” he looked at me, his eyebrow raised, clearly seeing through my bullshit. “Katie told me that there is more to your breakup with Dalton than you’re leading on. Plus talk to me Y/N, I’m worried about you.”

I sighed and pulled the nearest blanket over my body, I felt nearly naked under Calum’s stare. He always had a way of knocking down my defences and convincing me to let him help. I didn’t want his help this time though, I was too scared to admit that Dalton was right about me, I had barely admitted it to myself, let alone tell Cal. We sat there in silence, him waiting for me to speak and me playing with the edge of the blanket praying he would drop it.

“Hey,” Cal reached out and placed his hand on my knee, “you can tell me anything you know that right?”

I don’t know if it was the look of concern in his eyes or the comfort from the circles he was rubbing on my knee but my walls were slowly breaking down like they always did around Calum.

“I lied to you about the breakup like Katie said, we didn’t break up because Dalton couldn’t commit. He’s the one who broke up with me.” Cal shot me a confused look, not knowing why I would lie to him about something like this, but he didn’t interrupt me. “He told me that I gained a few too many pounds the last few months and didn’t listen when he told me to eat better or get out more. He said he couldn’t be with someone who let herself go and that he wasn’t attracted to me anymore.”

“What a fucking ass, I’m so sorry that he said that to you Y/N. I’m going to fucking kill him,” Cal spoke through his teeth, trying to quell the anger rising in him with every word I spoke. I could tell that it was taking everything in him to not run out of the house in search of Dalton to beat him for hurting me like this. And it was the last thing I wanted.

“Cal it’s fine,” I shrugged, pulling the blanket closer to me. “It’s not like he’s wrong anyways.” I whispered under my breath instantly regretting it when I realized Calum heard me. His head snapped to me, jaw slightly open in shock at what he just heard.

“Y/N you know that everything that prick said about you was wrong right? You have to know how beautiful you are.”

A scoff escaped my lips before I could stop it. “You have to say that Cal, you’re my best friend but please don’t lie to me. I don’t deserve your pity, it’s why I didn’t want to tell you. He just confirmed what I’ve always known deep down. I’m not worth it, I’m not beautiful and I just have to accept it and move on with my life.”

It was silent after I spoke. I could see the gears turning in Cal’s head as he processed what I just said. This was exactly why I had been avoiding him since the breakup, I knew once we talked about it I would admit that I believed everything Dalton said about me. It was the worst part of the breakup, knowing that my deepest insecurities came to light and were thrown in my face like that.

Cal moved slightly on the couch, moving his hand from my knee to take the blanket out of my hands. He pulled the blanket off me and tossed it on the floor. He wrapped his one hand around mine, moving the other to my chin so I was looking into his eyes as he spoke.

“Y/N please believe me when I say you are beautiful. Inside and out. I love everything about you and I’m not just saying this as your best friend. Dalton is a dick for saying those things about your body and they are so far from the truth. I know you’ve always struggled with your body image but believe me when I say that I love your body. I love the wrinkles around your eyes when you laugh, I love that you aren’t as skinny as those instagram models, it shows that you’re real and that you take care of your body by eating. I love that you can put a whole pizza away faster than me and the guys, it’s one of my favorite memories. I love your stretch marks, they are a unique map of only your body. I love how your body feels like it was made for me. I never want you to hate your body because it is an amazing thing. Fuck Y/N can’t you see that you are perfect to me, every last inch of you. Your eyes, your hand give the best massages, fuck even your boobs are fucking perfect-”

Calum’s eyes widened as he realized he got a little carried away with his speech praising my body. I’m sure my face mirrored his. I never knew Calum felt this way, never imagine this would be his reaction when I told him the truth about the breakup. I couldn’t help the small smile that was forming on my lips. There was a new tension in the air that wasn’t there before. It was a new feeling between Cal and I, but there was something so natural about it. Deciding to cross the line, I reached out for his free hand. His eyes narrowed at my touch, trying to decipher what I was going to do next. I looked him in the eyes as I slowly pulled his hand closer to me, placing it on my side just below my breast.

“What were you saying about my boobs being perfect?”

He eyed me tentatively, trying to gauge my response to what he just said. “Y/N what are you-”

I cut him off. “Calum thank you for saying all that. You don’t know how much that means to me. I realized Dalton was a dick but it was still hard to hear. But you-you always know just want to say to make me feel better. It’s something I still have to work on and I think having you by my side will help. I think we both knew this was going to happen one day Cal. It’s always been you and me, so why can’t one day be today? So again, what were you saying about my boobs?”

My breath hitched as Cal moved his hand slowly up from my side to cup my breast.

“I said your boobs are fucking perfect, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured them bouncing as you ride me.”

Now it was my turn to pick my jaw off the floor. I wasn’t expecting that comment to come from him. He chuckled as his lustful eyes met my shocked ones.

“I’m going to show you just how much I love your body.”

I woke up the next morning, rolled over and collided with a solid body. I opened my eyes and saw Calum looking down at me with a small smile on his face.

“Good morning beautiful,” he moved his head to give me a peck on the lips. “How did you sleep?”

I smiled back at him, “Good, glad last night wasn’t a dream.”

“How’re you feeling this morning?”

I snuggled closer to his chest, “I feel much better than I did yesterday. I feel like I could learn to love myself with your help.” I pressed a kiss to his neck.

“I like the sound of that. Maybe I can show you how beautiful you are again after breakfast.”

[mydayserenade]

My Dear Starlight

Yunho x OC

rom, angst, fluff (???)

first time playing around w/ this kind of genre so apologies if its shitty

i suggest listening to Fix You by Coldplay cause it will definitely send you to sad hours while reading

"Do you remember the last time we went star-gazing? It was the night before I eventually confessed to you, we were lying on the grass and I was pretty much sleep deprived and alongside handling an empty stomach that was growling" he said and chuckled, reminiscing the sweet moment ever so vividly like it happened just yesterday. Yunho took his attention off the sky and watched silently as his fiance gaze the starry night without even noticing him staring at her like she was the brightest thing to ever exist as of the moment, which has always been a thing for them to do to each other... but mostly Yunho.

"I do dummy, can you believe it has been 5 years since then? Time flies so fast" Luna responded, leaning towards her right side to get a closer look at Yunho's visuals "And now here we are, engaged and a few months away from officially tying the knot." she giggled, toying with the necklace that he gave to her during their first anniversary and looked back at the night once more to admire it; the moon dawned on them like a bright spotlight, the sky was as blue as the deep sea, complimenting the shining stars that laced the sky, telling tales of long lost lovers which completed the visually angelic twilight that these two would share for hours.

Yunho looks over to his paramour with the endearment in his doey eyes and smiles ever so sweetly as she laid beside him, interlocking hands with one another and her hair that sprawled like beautiful waves; in a swift move he sits himself up and props Luna to lay down on his chest. Luna responds in a squeak, shocked by the sudden gesture her fiance did.

"Whenever you miss me" Yunho broke the silence between them and rested his cheek on the head of his soon-to-be Mrs. Jeong, she flinches as she felt his warm arms wrap around her chest, feeling his heartbeat going at a slow but steady pace.

"Um, where are you going with this?" she asked confusingly as Yunho snuggled on her neck, inhaling the delicate perfume that he oh so loved whenever she would put it on; he breathes in the intoxicating fragrance and lets out a satisfied sigh before he continued.

"It's just an intrusive thought" he replied and continued to snuggle, "but whenever you miss me while I'm away or when I suddenly get called by the House of Hufflepuff" he said jokingly in the last part, receiving a slap on the arm by her and continued on. "Look up at the night sky and think of me. My mom always told me that I had a special connection with celestial things most especially stars. I thought it was just nonsense she shared with me as a teenager but as I got older and took into consideration the feelings I had and enviroment or situations I was in, I did notice a few things that made me convinced that my mom was indeed right about her speculations." Luna was bewildered, all she could do was laugh. This was the first time she has ever heard of this story from Yunho considering the fact they've been together for 5 years, 24/7, 365 and he would often share his most atrocious memories; even his embarassing ones. She looked up at Yunho who was looking straight at her, showing how perplexed she was by her furrowed brows and confused grin.

"So you're telling me, God decided to make your bloodline 40% human and 60% celestial and as you age the more you feel connected with these things, will somehow tingle in your bones and signal you to shoot supernovas out of your hands like Starfire or some shit whenever it's nightime?" she asks.

"You're phrasing it like it's a crazy Sci-Fi movie Luna, I wasn't even finished." Yunho eyerolls and massages the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep sigh of annoyance. Luna enjoyed teasing him and seeing him all fired up; even if Yunho had a fierce exterior that people would be afraid of approaching, only few knew his childish side and how young at heart he was for things that he loved and took interest in.

"Go on continue, I was just annoying you." she giggles at the sight of him pouting and scrunching up his nose, Yunho takes a deep breath before he proceeds to the next.

"Eversince I was a little boy and when there were times where I had no one to play around with" Yunho looks up at the stars and grows a grin on his face as he points upward "they were always my companion and relate to how I was feeling. Whenever I felt happy, it would always blink at me, become bigger in size and blind me with its light; however when I felt sad, it would always shrink and release very little light. It would sometimes respond to the many queries I had and decisions by its blinking, it somehow felt like I had a mood lamp with me everywhere I go." he crooks his head to the right, scoffing at the many memories of him that flashed in his mind. "Even if I had no one to talk to at that time, as crazy as it sounds, the stars comforted me in a way that is unexplainable."

"It felt like someone understood the things you were going through like no one else has, almost as if you had an alternate you up in the galaxies." Luna looked up at how Yunho admired each white dot with the happiness in his eyes, looking so astonished like a little kid who just visited a candy store for the very first time. She now understood the many moments where he would suddenly look up the sky while driving, walking or even eating and just stare for seconds before eventually returning to what he was doing, almost as if he was thanking the heavens above or checking up on them like they were part of his family.

"You understand now? Whenever that time comes, just look up and I'm there." He whispers in Luna's ear, hands interlocking with hers and giving her a soft kiss on the head. Luna couldn't help but tear up by the gentle gesture Yunho did, the tale he had told and the thought of not seeing him for even a second. He was her rock and she was his, not a day would go by if they did not see each other in between the hours.

"I do Yunho, I do." she sits up and faces Yunho, cupping his face with her warm hands with Yunho gently caressing it and gives him a gentle kiss on the lips.

6 years later...

"I'm here" Luna whispered, standing in the middle of the silent and deserted park which was quiet enough to hear her; holding onto her precious necklace, she looked up the sky, admiring the white dots that scattered the sky. The stars were a bit different from normal, they were shining and twinkling more and more, almost as if it was calling out to her in morse code.

"You should really try and hide your excitement to a bare minimum, see this is why I never planned any surprise parties with you" she scoffed and sat down on the grass, closing her eyes and completely taking in the midnight breeze that brushed against her skin and blew on her hair. She lets out a sigh and toyed with the golden chain that was entangled on her fingers, feeling every abrasion and imperfection this necklace presented.

"You're probably wondering why I am here at 3 am in the morning" she said, fluttering her eyes to a vast field with streetlights surrounding it, "Awww man" Luna laughed, "You're most likely gonna kill me if I went out especially in this hour, well truth be told Mr. Jeong; are you battling me now with this cold gust of wind you blow?"

No one responds.

"I thought so too." she said under her breath as she hangs her head down, taking a deep breath before she continued to talk.

"I came here because I couldn't really sleep well these past few days and" she starts to choke up, sniffling and trying her absolute best to not break down, that's the last thing he would want Luna to do... especially in a time like this. "I don't know" she shrugs, rubbing her hands on her face. "I've been in my head too much, I've been emotionally unstable for the first time in a long time and I'm just" she suddenly pauses while a million thoughts circulates her mind. She urged herself to keep a strong and stable state for the past 6 years in front of friends and family, always say she was doing alright and all but deep down inside she was suffering the greatest loss of all and couldn't even bare to hold it in any longer.

"Yunho I'm so so so sorry" she lets out her tears, hysterically wailing on the field. She clutches her heart, completely lost her sense of reality and just wanted to scream out the pain and tiredness she has been holding on for the past few years, hiding behind a facadé so that people around her would not have to feel the burden that she might put on them. The countless nights of tear stained pillows and fake happy days were all weeped away at this night, she looks up at the skies; frozen and chanting swear words like a maniac.

"I'm sorry for not noticing sooner how much you suffered on the inside, for being such an asshole to you during those times and for not being enough of a friend and wife to you." she whimpered, losing all her might to prop herself up. In a graceful fall she lands on the grass, curled up, shiverring and clutching her knees amidst the cold breeze and moist grass under her.

"I'm a terrible person, I'm a fucking disgrace, and yet somehow I still exist in this world when it should've been you who is still alive. I tried my best to not worry you every night by saying I was doing okay, that I was living good and this and that, but for the past few days..." she closes her eyes and squeezes the pendant with her palm as tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks, "The wave of guilt just hit me harder than ever and I honestly am not so sure I can carry on this shameful life that only keeps me breathing."

From the day she knew up until his deathbed, Yunho never wanted Luna to see him at his worst neither did he want her to struggle and pity him, but his condition allowed Luna to see her beloved slowly succumb bit by bit. As much as she wanted to help him; he would always brush it off, plaster on his dimpled smile and please her in the best of his abilities and strength even if his state wasn't the way it was before. He did not want Luna to regret the moments she had with him and only fill her memories with the pain that he had felt and the hardships he's going through. She didn't agree to any of his ordeals but he had tried and persuaded her to commit to his wishes, in the end however; it would only lead to many arguements and her cursing him out. Eventually she caved in and did the best she could to seize the days, nights and hours with the presence of her one and only love yet deep down inside she was guilty of not helping with his condition and wanted to cater to his medical needs even if she had to travel miles away to get what he asks for.

"I respected your wishes, I carried on the many months with you with a positive outlook and a cheery personality. I was happy during those times I'll admit, because I was by your side everyday until the last second of you breathing, but at the back of my mind I knew I should've gone against what you wanted me to do and assist to your needs." she runs her hand through her hair, fuming at the thought of herself not doing her part during the days of Yunho's struggles. "You told me that I shouldn't feel guilty as this isn't my fault that you were diagnosed with this and it isn't my business to meddle around something like this, but goddamnit Yunho" she breathes uncontrollably as tears yet again pools in her eyes "I'm your fucking wife! I'm your best friend! I have been with you for as long as I can remember and I have made a vow to you that I'm gonna take care of you and nurture you when needed until our hair turns gray and we are all wrinkled." She bursts into annoyance and disappointment. None of what she did made perfect sense to her, all she wanted was to cry and rewind time so that she can make up for the past mistakes she's done and the many regrets she wanted to be erased in her mind. Luna didn't have the energy to continue on and she just lied in the grass, sprawled out and cried until her lungs gave out. She felt pain, she felt disappointment, she felt useless, she felt defeated.

A blinding light then hovers over Luna's exhausted and tearstained body, at first she did not mind this but as the light lingered on her for how many minutes now, she was irritated to this God-like halo that did not want to leave her be. She then slowly opens her eyes and was immediately welcomed to a soft, bright and white light that the moon shined on her, way different from the previous. The stars then aligned, creating a mystical ceiling that somehow calmed Luna's nerves and distract her away from her thoughts, it shined excitingly but twinkled in a calm matter. Luna was in awe at how much beauty the sky emmited, she had completely felt relaxed and wiped the tears that streamed down her face. She goes on to bask under the moonlight and stars, breathing in and out and feeling liberated and worry-free, something she has never felt ever since Yunho was put to rest.

"Now I truly understand what you meant." she mumbled, feeling lighter than ever. Luna then proceeds to put back her shoes on and did a flying kiss to the air multiple times before she left the park. "I think I know what I need to do now." she smiled and took a deep breath.

"Thank you for giving me something I never believed in but eventually found myself with you, love." she sighs lovingly as she gets up and moves towards her car. She takes one last look at the stars and glances down the necklace she has been holding. "Thank you for tonight, see you soonest, my dear starlight."

[wendystales]

Memories - lrh (Chapter Sixteen)

Memories (also on Wattpad)

Chapter Fifteen ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ Chapter Seventeen

Luke pov.

“Do it again.” Ashton asks, staring at me intently.

We were about to leave my house for my surprise party, which I discovered in less than an hour. I was rehearsing a face of surprise so as not to end the surprise, cause I know everyone worked hard for it.

I widen my eyes, breaking into a smile.

“I can't believe you deceived me.” I say with my voice altered by the ‘surprise’.

“Don't say that, it will be very obvious that you know. Says ‘I can't believe you threw a party for me’.” he suggests.

"I can't believe you threw a party for me." I redo the entire acting.

“Yep! Me either. But what doesn't M&Ms ask, that I don't do?” Ash dries the water bottle with a shrug. “I'm just kidding.” he laughs after seeing my face.

“Speaking of her…” I fill my glass with some more wine, since it's too early for us to go. “Something new?” Ashton denies, frustrated too.

“I commented that she was acting weird, but she just changed the conversation and said that she's been busy and that she was nervous about the party.” he sighs. I massage my forehead, annoyed.

"Am I going to have to put her against the wall to get something?" I look at him, not knowing what to do.

“You know this isn't going to work. She's going to run away, you're going to fight, she's going to walk away and you're going to be more annoying than you already are.” I appreciate my friend's attempt to change the mood with provocation, but it has no effect.

"I can't find any reason to give me any sign of what's going on. Was it my fault? I knew I shouldn't have stayed with her that Saturday, I pushed the situation too hard and now she's pulling away, avoiding me-”

“Oh shut up! Don't even start with that.” Irwin raises his voice, cutting mine off. "Marnie isn't like that, she doesn’t do these things. If she wasn't comfortable she was going to talk. You said yourself that she asked you to sleep there. She let you pick her up on Monday and asked you to take her home, even after you dedicated Best Years to her. She didn't run away there, because it was remarkable how much she liked the song. You should pay more attention to the way she looks at you.”

A silly laugh escapes my lips when I see Ashton imitate her looking at me and smiling. My heart warms at the possibility that she is actually falling in love with me, just as I already am with her.

"Luke, if she didn't want to get back together, she wouldn't open up so many gaps and opportunities for you to be together. She must just be confused about the feelings. That's how it looked for the first time. Look, let's analyze her behavior today, after all the stress of the party and then we get stressed.”

I agree with my friend. I'm freaking out over something that shouldn't be very important. Maybe it's all the pressure with finishing the album. The release date is approaching and sure enough, Jim freaking out in my ear for the publicity trip we were supposed to be doing, but we're still going against it due to Marnie's accident.

I don't know how many times I have to tell him I'm not leaving LA yet. This delay wasn't hindering anything, so I don't know why he makes such a point.

“Go, get rid of that dead face and let's enjoy your party.” Ash slaps my shoulder.

We left the house, heading to Jack's house, where the party would be. I've been training my face the entire way, wanting it to be as realistic as possible, even though everyone already suspects that I know.

Even if I didn't know it, the moment I see the street full of cars, I realize that I would find out there. Irwin tells them we're coming and I notice the noise of the music fade away. Discreet.

We entered the house, finding everything quiet and tidy. But when we turn to the kitchen and garden, a lot of people scream in surprise. I take a step back, like I'm really shocked.

"I can't believe you did that." I look at Ash, wanting to see that I did well. But his expression ‘so so’ disappoints me.

“In the car it was better.” he says before walking away and letting people get closer.

I don't know how many people I hugged, but I know the only one I wanted to see was the last one to arrive. I hold my breath, seeing her in a black leather skirt and a transparent black blouse, highlighting her tattoo between her breasts.

I swallow hard, cracking a nervous smile as she approaches with a huge grin, almost jumping into my lap. Unlike yesterday, where I just got a congratulations message, M&Ms hug me, leaving a lingering kiss on my cheek.

“Happy Birthday!” the gleam in her eyes proves to me she's already a little high.

I resist the urge to steal a kiss from her lips, just kissing her cheek back but giving her waist a squeeze, pressing her against my body. She seems to notice my intent, drastically changing her breathing.

"I wanted to talk to you later. If possible.” I say against her ear.

“About?” her eyes sweep me for any clues.

“Surprise.” I reveal, seeing her roll her eyes in agreement.

I watch her walk away with the girls, but she doesn't fully break eye contact with me, looking at me from afar. I let out a breath, realizing it's going to be a long night and another long battle to resist her and the urge to take her to a dark corner.

In the kitchen, where most of the drinks are, I start my work, drinking the alcohol, enjoying the burning sensation that the liquid leaves in my throat. I get distracted with video game conversation and allow my mind to relax with lighter, more relaxed topics.

The party had been going on for a few hours. My head is already light, due to the high alcohol content my body retains. I know I'm laughing at some bullshit Brian is talking about, even though his words don't make any sense in my mind. Maybe I've already had too much to drink and it's better to stop for a while. I don't want to be sick at my own party.

The term vibrates in my mind and I start searching the crowd for the cotton candy hair, worried about her condition. The feeling pulls my head out of the air, sobering me up for a few minutes.

I find her dancing hand in hand with Noah, laughing at the older man's exaggerated steps. I stare at the scene, happy that she is enjoying herself. Unlike at the beginning of the week, Marnie is now upbeat and not acting. Maybe Irwin is right and she was just stressed about the birthday party.

I push my thoughts away, concentrating on yet another beer pong game. I've played more times than I could count and I'm starting to doubt the two arms Jack has won since my last drink.

“Problems.” Michael sings beside me, pointing to the door. Pam walked in smiling excitedly, holding hands with a guy who sure as hell didn't want to be there. It's not possible…

Sobriety hits me like a cannon. All the alcohol and smoke that was in my body is gone and I am able to think clearly for the first time since I arrived.

I massage my forehead, bringing my gaze to Marnie, who's already staring at Pam without a specific expression. I cross the room with incredible ease, reaching for her, hugging her waist, pulling her to me.

“We can talk now?” Marnie didn't even seem to hear me, still staring at Pam, who was greeting some people. "M&Ms?" I call closer to her ear, but no effect. “Hey!” I drop a kiss to her temple, squeezing her waist.

Her green eyes cross mine and I can palpate the insecurity in them. Marnie just nodded, letting me lead her out of the room. We went up to a room, being alone. I look at her face, still half lost, and I approach slowly, feeling that little box weigh tons in my pocket.

“What do you want to talk about?” she gives a slight smile, turning her full attention to me.

“First I wanted to apologize for Pam. I didn't know what she was going to come.” Marnie rolls her eyes, shrugging.

“It’s OK! No need to apologize. My head is so full I don't even care about her anymore.” she sits up in bed, crossing her legs.

“And I believe she won't even mind us today, after all, she came with someone” I sat beside her.

“Yeah! Poor guy.” I let out a laugh at her pity for the poor boy. “It was just that?”

I lose myself in her eyes for a few seconds, wondering if that's all. I draw her face in my mind once more, recording every feature I fell in love with. My lips tingle as I landed my eyes on her mouth, slightly reddened by the drink.

At another time, right now she and I would be locked in some bathroom or bedroom, succumbing to desire and the alcohol in our blood. My fingertips ache amidst the memories of all the times I have run across her skin, feeling it burn under my touch.

My mind starts to cloud and the flashes of the two of us become more and more vivid. I try to push those thoughts away, but they seem to sink into my mind with force. My body heats up with every scene my mind plays. I feel the blood running the wrong way and I don't know how to stop it.

"Luke?" I'm startled by your touch on my hand. Marnie was looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Are you okay?” I watch her hand squeeze mine, like she always did when I was angry or upset.

And just with that touch, everything stops inside me. The fire is gone and now I'm seized by a gigantic pain and rage in my chest, a rage for her being ripped from me so abruptly. I stare at her fingers moving gently, transmitting a caress throughout my body.

"Luke?" now she was looking at me extremely worried.

“Sorry. I think the drink hit.” I open a smile, trying to calm her down. M&Ms don't seem to buy much, but she smiles smugly.

“I already told you you're drinking a lot. In a little while you'll be passed out and won't even enjoy your own birthday party.” my smile widens in the midst of her care. "Don't give me that smile." she pushes my face away. "Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

“No!” this time I answer faster. “Actually, I wanted to give you something.” I fish the little white box in my pocket, feeling my fingers as soft as jelly. What if she doesn't like it? What if she gets angry?

“You know it's your birthday, right? You're the one who should get presents, not give. Especially for me.” she looks at me angrily, not wanting to accept the box.

"Well, it's my birthday and I'll do what I want, in which case I give it to you." I place the object in her hands. “I wanted to wait until your birthday, but it's still far away and I can't take it.” I lift my shoulders quickly, making her laugh.

Taking advantage of the fact that she was involved with the present, slowly, I move closer to her body, contenting myself with the least contact we have. I notice Marnie hold her breath at the sight of the blue quartz necklace, just like the one she had.

With no more reaction than that, I start to convince myself that I've fucked up and she hated it. It wasn't the time yet, as much as everything was going well, it wasn't the time yet.

“I can't believe you did this.” her voice comes out in a breath in surprise. I let my mind race to our first Christmas, where she gave me my necklace and I gave that star to her.

“If you don't like it…” my voice trails off as I see her eyes watery and filled with joy. It was the right time.

I'm not afraid to advance towards her, covering your lips with mine in a short kiss. The cherry taste becomes my favorite for the rest of the night. Marnie wipes her tears as she calls herself pathetic for crying.

"I know we used it as a dating ring, but it doesn't have to be-”

"Could you put it on for me?" she interrupts me, not caring about my fear. With my hands still trembling and cold, I close the necklace around her neck, enjoying the scene of her smiling enchanted by that stone. “Thanks!”

This time it is she who steps forward, stealing a kiss. The mood changes drastically. The screams outside seem to die in my ears, leaving only silence. The music that used to burst had ceased to exist.

That little kiss breaks, but she doesn't pull away, keeping her forehead still glued to mine. I'm startled when her eyes return to mine, I can see her perfectly there, in front of me, in my arms. I recognize that glow, that look and what it wanted to convey.

It was her there. The reason I get up every morning. The reason that makes me want to be better and better. The person I always want to impress. My girl. My Marnie.

I bring my hand to the back of her neck, bringing our lips together once more. I feel goose bumps as our tongues touch and her hand cups my face, holding me there. If she knew the last thing I want is to run away…

I'm surprised I feel despair on her side. The urgency on her lips. The need for the touch of her hands, the way they ran through my hair, the back of my neck and chest.

Easily, I pull her onto my lap, moaning, feeling her body against mine after so long. The fire that had previously ceased inside me, runs again through my veins, making everything too cloudy. I can't reason whether this was right or not. We both drink too much. She still hasn't given me full openness to so much attitude, even though she's still here, kissing me.

I try for a few minutes to clear my mind, to be a little rational and not get carried away by emotion, but the sound her mouth makes when I touch her neck with my lips ruins whatever train of thought I was building.

I touch the exact spots that make her moan and scramble for more friction. I watch thirstily as her eyes roll back and her lip is bitten in an attempt to control the moans. Her nails scratch the back of my neck, releasing an electric current that migrates between my legs.

I gasp when I feel her rub against my groin, spreading a current throughout my body. I want to beg her to do it again, but it's not really necessary, she knows and she does. So excruciating, but so good. Again I am startled to find that glow that I knew so much. I wonder where this Marnie was all along.

I shove my hand inside her shirt, enjoying her burning skin. I stroke the spot below her bra with my thumb, wanting not to frighten her. I suck the skin under her ear, lapping it with my tongue. My body combusts as she stirs and presses her crotch harder against mine. I cup her breast with enjoyment, hearing her call my name the way I liked it best.

Her desperate hands run inside my jacket, wanting to throw it away. I was ready to help when a heavy knock on the door disrupts our moment.

"What the fuck is it?" anger rips up my throat, causing a very angry scream. So much time to interrupt.

"It's time to cut the cake." I hear Calum's voice and feel like throwing him from the second floor.

“Serious? Stick the cake in your-” two small hands cover my mouth, preventing me from continuing.

“We're on our way, Cal.” Marnie yells louder and breathless.

I watch your body soften, lost and, I fear, even regretful. She is no longer there. She avoids looking at me, perhaps out of shame.

“It was better this way.” her sweet voice comes closer to a whisper.

“Was?” I stare at her, not wanting to accept that I was the only one to feel it. I know I wasn't, because her expression tells me I'm right.

“Was! You know it was.” her tone is still sweet, but her gaze is hard. "I think we'd better go downstairs." she gets up carefully, getting out of bed. I throw my head against my hands, visibly frustrated.

"Go ahead, I need to get both heads in place." I throw my body against the mattress.

“Sorry, Luke.” I can't stand her feeling guilty when she's the biggest victim of all this.

"M&Ms?" I leap out of bed, grabbing her before disappearing through the door. “It's not your fault. I'm the one who lost control, I'm sorry. You didn't give me the opening to attack you like that and I let myself go…” her lips silence me.

“It wasn't anyone's fault, can we do that?” I nod, stealing the last kiss before I let her go. "I'll wait for you downstairs." she announce.

I turn around, heading back to bed, still feeling frustration coursing through my veins.

“Hey!” I turn to see her there, standing in the doorway. My chest races with yearning from the many times I've seen her do the same scene. My ears and heart ache wanting to hear those words that always came next. Those three words that were so beautiful in her mouth. “Thanks for this.” she smiles and leaves.

I stare at the wood, snapping back to reality. I'm such an idiot for thinking she was going to say she loves me. I hide my face, exhausted. I look across the bed, able to see the two of us there, so given to each other.

I replay the scene in my head, tasting her kiss on my lips. Feeling my body tingle, still wanting her touch. The pressure on my pants becomes bigger and more uncomfortable. I need to make this go away. I scramble my mind for many things to calm myself down, but I can't. I can still feel her hands running around the back of my neck and her groin against mine.

"Shit!" I give up, going to the bathroom and locking myself in there. I don't care if I'm late, or what they think. I won't be able to eliminate this with thoughts alone.

I lower my pants and underwear, releasing my already throbbing member. I run my hand over it, making my body vibrate in relief. I let my mind flood with all thoughts and memories with her, feeling my body inflate further.

I increase my speed, being able to feel her touch through my body. I punch the wall, feeling my stomach contract. I rest my forehead against the cool coating, letting out several sighs. Her eyes flash in my mind.

The many times I've seen her face twist in pure orgasm under my touch. That smirk and that vulgar glow she always lets off before pulling me aside. And I always did, like a puppy.

My breathing gets out of control as I reach my orgasm. A wave of relief and lightness overcomes me, along with a wave of guilt. It must have been the 15th time since it all happened.

I can't have her. I can't stand the idea of ​​looking for someone else, even though we are not officially together, so I have to get by with baths and my bare hands, but as a result I feel like the dirtiest human being, as she doesn't even suspect.

I walk down the stairs, not attracting any attention. I find her sitting on the couch, on Leah's lap, laughing at some imitation Ashton was doing. I approach the group, who make no fuss about my delay.

I pick up the bottle of white wine on the coffee table, flipping half the contents. I feel her green eyes burn on me and I don't even have the courage to reciprocate by ignoring her.

“Is everything OK? Sorry if I messed something up.” Hood says next.

“It's OK! In fact, it was better, if you didn't show up, we would have done something stupid.” I say dry.

"Is that why this sour face?" he raises an eyebrow.

"I'm feeling awful for almost bringing her to this and not having the conscience to stop." I reveal a part of the guilt that burns in me.

“Luke, you are not complete strangers. And maybe she really wanted to go further, she just didn't know how. After all, at that moment she was supposed to be your f-”

"I know!" I cut it off, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence.

For my salvation, someone starts to sing happy birthday and the matter is closed. I open a smile disguising the shit my head was on. Michael puts a little purple hat on my head, blowing a plastic horn, very excited.

The scene makes me laugh, relieving the stress. I watch Leah and Kyleen swing colorful pom poms behind Marnie, who is holding a small cake with several candles.

I look deep into her eyes, noticing her happiness to be there and somehow mine too. After all, she's here, even if she doesn't remember much, she's still here. The accident could have been a lot worse and I could have lost her forever.

I push the damn thoughts away, blowing out the candles and driving everyone crazy. I'm surprised when Marnie leans in, stealing a kiss, not caring that she's in front of everyone. Her rosy cheeks manage to steal a smile far bigger than Michael did.

In the back of the room, I notice Pam with her arms crossed and sulking. I don't know if Marnie did it on purpose, intent on teasing, but something she did, and if Pam is pissed off, we're happy.

The clock was already showing around 5:00 in the morning. I've already fluctuated my alcohol level more times than I can count. While the boys filled me with rum, M&Ms filled me with water and food, afraid I would go into an alcoholic coma or whatever. Of course I took advantage of her concern and all the attention she was giving me.

At some point during the party, Michael took over the DJ's table and there we were, jumping up behind him, singing I Want It That Way at the top of our lungs, with the lost girls trying to do the choreography. That was definitely the best thing about the party, right after my moment with Marnie in the bedroom.

Right after his moment commanding the party's playlist, Clifford decided to climb on the roof to jump into the pool. Something that was already taking a while to happen. What he and no one expected was Marnie yelling at him, worried.

“It's comical, because if it weren't for the amnesia and the lack of alcohol, she would be the one on the roof.” Irwin comments lying beside me, watching the scene of her yelling at Michael, asking him to come down.

“And we called the fire department because she got stuck again.” I shake my head, wanting not to laugh at the memories. “Good times.” I'm toasting my friend, still watching her worriedly behind the older one.

Sitting in the garden, talking to some friends, I watch the girl laughing in a circle with Noah and Calum. She gets up, walking into the house, returning in a few minutes. I watch her come around, stopping behind me.

“Now the one who needs to talk is me.” she whispers in my ear. I don't think twice about taking your hand and heading out of the wheel chat.

I can see a large package in her hands and the idea of ​​being my gift makes me anxious. A little farther away from the mess that remained, she hands me the black box with a gold bow on top. Before opening it, I take a look at her excited smile, letting out a laugh.

I find five rings and three necklaces arranged around the box. I can't hold back the smile, seeing what she's chosen. I know I might look like an idiot for some jewelry, but it's amazing jewelry she picked out.

“You liked?” she bites her lower lip, curious.

“I loved!” I hug your body, thanking her. I know she has no intentions other than to give me a birthday present, but of course I will wear these rings and necklaces with more affection than usual. “Thanks.” I mean, still ecstatic.

Hand in hand, we approached the crowd again, bumping into Kiki, Sophie and Michael.

“We were thinking about going to Michael's house. The party is already boring and I'm hungry.” Kiki comments. I look a little offended at her, after all, that was my birthday party. “Oh! Nothing personal.” she laughs, slapping me on the shoulder.

“What do you think?” I ask the M&Ms, who shrug their shoulders. "Have you talked to the rest?"

“Leah was going to call Noah and Ash, we were going to rescue Calum.”

“OK! We'll get our stuff and meet you at the door.” Marnie agrees and so we disperse.

Still holding hands, we walked back upstairs, looking for her bag. In the kitchen, I grab a bottle of vodka, a tequila, and a whiskey, trying to put everything in my bag, but it doesn't quite work.

“We should take advantage of the gathering and have your liver funeral.” I turn to Marnie who glares at me, seeing three bottles in my arm and me struggling to open one of beer.

Easily, we made our way to the front door, finding Kiki and Sophie. Gradually, everyone arrived and so we left the party, without saying goodbye to anyone.

“Uh, tequila?” Hood comes towards me, hugging the bottle.

Michael's house was the closest and, having drunk too much, we thought we'd better walk.

On the way, we stopped at a bakery, buying a bunch of things to eat. The day was already showing signs of life when we arrived at Mike's house. At the dinner table, we spread out the stolen drinks and food, starting our round table, as well as picking up several board games that Michael kept.

“I wanted to propose a toast to Mr. Luke Hemmings.” Noah draws the toast, making everyone raise their glasses and bottles. “One of the few people worth meeting in this hellish city where you can't trust anyone. The other people are unfortunately not present…”

A shower of paper balls and food flies towards the 20 minutes older twin. I'm surprised when I watch Marnie leave my arms, standing up.

“I also wanted to give a speech.”

“You didn't have to, babe.” I say, shaking her hand that still had our fingers intertwined.

“It's not about you.” she sticks out her tongue, causing everyone to scream.

“Ouch!” I put my hand to my chest, accepting the blow and still feeling my heart race.

“Shut up.” she screams, laughing. “Well, I wanted to make this toast in thanks to all of you. I know it's been three years of friendship, but for me it's only been a month and even with all the confusion and breakup.” her fingers squeeze mine and I move them, giving them a light caress. “You still took me in and took great care of me. I am eternally grateful for that. Leah doesn't even start crying, I need to get this over with and if I cry it's going to go wrong.” the mood breaks a little with the laughter. “Bottom line, I just want to say that whatever the future holds, I like you all a lot and that this isn't just a bunch of crazy friendship the universe threw at me, it's the family I've been looking for. As Noah said, you're the few people worth living in this hell of a city and I love you all so much. Cheers!”

Everyone raises their glasses once more, toasting her speech. I cross my gaze with Leah, who has also noticed something odd. She still hadn't commented on Monday's episode and I still had it hanging around in my mind.

It was very visible that something was troubling her. Her eyes wandering lost, her disappearance since Monday until today, claiming to be super busy and out of time. Everyone was sensing that something was wrong, but she wouldn't let go or comment on it.

“Especially you.” I focus my attention on her, who settles back into my arms. “Regardless of our future, I like you very much.” she whispers, before pressing her lips to mine. “Please never forget that. Promise?”

I get lost in her eyes, noticing a hint of fear and pain in them. It's horrible to see her like this and not know what to do. For nothing in this world I want her to feel unprotected or alone, she said herself that we are a family, so she wouldn't have to face anything alone.

“Only if you promise me you'll tell me what's going on.” I play hard, not caring if this becomes an issue between us, or if it pushes her away a little.

“Luke…” my name comes out in a painful sigh.

"Marnie." I say her name harshly, wanting her to understand that I won't change my mind.

“I'll tell. Just not today. Today is your day and that's what matters to me. So please let's enjoy?” she begs. As always, I surrender, nodding. I drop a kiss to her forehead, before pulling her to my chest again.

Hastings still looks at me suspiciously and unfortunately I only have reason to agree with her. Something was up with Marnie and she didn't want to tell us.

A minute of silence, our baby is turning 25 today and I am not knowing how to handle it.

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. More Poe Dameron smut and fluff for everyone to enjoy. You and Poe both live on the rebellion base on D'qar.

I've always imagined that Poe would be excited about becoming a father, regardless of the circumstances, and be a loving and supportive partner.

For some reason the idea of fertile Poe is sexy to me. Lol. Having a bunch of cute, curly haired space babies.

You are a member of the black squadron and a respected X wing pilot in your own right. You've made some stupid decisions in your lifetime but never any like this one.

After a few too many drinks you ended up enjoying a steamy, completely unprotected one night stand with Poe Dameron.

And now you're pregnant with his child. How will you cope raising a baby with a man you barely know?

Warnings, unprotected sex, some angst, breeding kink, not for anyone under 18.

You're not afraid to admit it. You are a different woman altogether when you've been drinking.

But even for you, the mess you're in is something even you couldn't have predicted.

Now all you have are memories, regret, and a positive pregnancy test. You stare at that little stick with the two lines on it and the memories flood back, you can't help but smile a little.

Six weeks earlier.....

It's your best friend Yasmela's birthday. You and the rest of the black squadron are celebrating with adult beverages abound in a cantina located on the rebellion base D'qar.

The leader of the black squadron, Poe Dameron, who's also a bit tipsy, has been eyeing you all night.

Okay, the two of you have been exchanging mutual flirty glances. You haven't been entirely innocent, it's hard to ignore anyone, but especially someone as gorgeous as him, when it's obvious that he's checking you out.

"Well do you like what you see?" Poe asks, laughing a little, attempting to break the ice.

"What would make you think that?" You reply, giggling a little.

Poe notices the flushing of your cheeks, brought on by a combination of drinking too much and the situation currently at hand.

"Ohhhhh I'm making you nervous". Poe continues, slurring his words a little. "You're normally such a quiet girl, y/n, I barely know you because you won't talk to hardly anyone".

"I'm a simple woman devoted to defeating the first order". You reply, smiling a little.

"So am I, but I believe in letting loose every once in awhile". Poe teases as he brushes back his dark, curly hair from his face.

"So you're also a simple woman?" You reply, bursting into laughter.

Soon both of you are laughing uncontrollably. So much so that you have tears in your eyes.

"No, I wasn't the last time I checked". Poe continued, his laughter calming a little. "What I meant was that I'm also devoted to bringing down the first order but I like to have fun from time to time".

"Come on, dance with me". Poe asks, a devilish smile appearing on his face. "Let's have some fun".

You soon find yourself stumbling along to a latin cha cha cha dance that he's way better at, even intoxicated, than you.

You fall down laughing at one point and he scoops you up immediately. Even when you are sober you have two left feet and your dance moves are less than elegant.

The room is spinning, you feel like you're going to puke, but you're having a blast with your handsome companion.

"I think I need to sit down". You tell him, struggling to stop yourself from throwing up.

Poe helps you get safely to a nearby chair and table, once you are seated he fetches you a glass of water.

"Thank you". You reply, smiling gratefully and slowly sipping the cool water. "I know it's still a little early but I think I need to get home and sleep this off".

"That's okay, but let me walk you home". Poe tells you, helping you stand up again.

On the way back to your quarters the two of you realize that he lives much closer so it would be in your best interest to crash on his couch for the night.

Once at his place Poe gets you another glass of water, you are sobering up and no longer feel sick.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You ask, quickly downing the refreshing beverage.

"I might not know you that well, on a personal level".

He explains, removing his boots. "But you're a brave pilot, you were there when the starkiller was destroyed, I take care of people I respect".

His words of praise shock you a little. They mean so much, especially coming from someone like him. Your face immediately turns bright red, Poe leans over, kisses you on the lips and says,

"And one of the most beautiful women I've seen".

Without another word exchanged you continue kissing, you gaze into his beautiful dark eyes and silently beg him to continue, to go beyond those delicious kisses.

Poe picks up on your silent cues and hungrily unbuttons your shirt. He manages to quickly unsnap your bra, revealing your breasts and erect nipples.

You can see an impressive looking bulge forming in his pants as he buries his face between them, you sigh in delight as you lose yourself to pleasure and take in the scent of his soft, curly hair.

Your panties are practically drenched by the time Poe starts to tenderly kiss and nibble on your neck, his hands wander between your legs and you gasp in anticipation.

He unzips your pants and helps you out of them, you are indeed soaking wet, his hand slides between your legs again and teasingly strokes you over your underwear.

You haven't trimmed in quite awhile so you have a decent bush growing. He doesn't seem to mind, though, Poe actually seems to enjoy the look and feel of it.

"Take your clothes off now". You demand, laughing a little. "I feel weird being the only naked one".

Poe obliges and strips down for you. Revealing a tan, trim and athletic body. Strong without being over the top. He's hung, and thick, with a nice patch of dark hair.

The two of you decide to move things into the bedroom. He immediately spreads your legs wide and starts to massage your clit as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

As Poe keeps his fingers inside of you he begins to suck and gently nibble on your throbbing clit, with a low whimper you cum for him, squirting in the process.

With your legs still spread Poe enters you, you easily accommodate him because you are still extremely wet.

"Oh creator you are so wet, and so tight". Poe moans as he penetrates you. "You feel amazing".

Both of you were still tipsy and had neglected to ask about birth control. Even though you weren't on anything you assumed he was.

He's a gentle lover, he teases you by sliding his entire length in, and then all the way out again.

As you are impaled on his body you squirm and cum with Poe deep inside of you. Your own orgasms trigger his own release, but you are gripped onto him too tight and he can't pull out in time.

He cums inside of you, the warm sensation is unfamiliar because you have never let anyone inside of your body unprotected.

"That felt amazing". Poe confesses as he passionately kisses you and pulls his soft cock out of your body. "I'm sorry about the mess, I really tried to pull out".

"Don't worry about it". You tell him with a nervous laugh.

He gets you a towel and helps you clean up, soon after he rolls over and falls asleep.

Well, you thought he was asleep.....

"Can I put my arm around you?" Poe whispers softly.

"Sure, go ahead". You reply, smiling a little.

The two of you fall asleep spooning, he's the little spoon with his arm wrapped around you, with his face resting on your back.

The entire experience feels very warm, intimate and tender. You're a little surprised by how soft and affectionate Poe is.

The next morning both of you wake up with horrible hangovers. Poe gets up and cooks a simple breakfast of waffles and toast, not only is he the best pilot in the resistance but he's also an excellent cook.

You are enjoying your meal despite the awkward silence that has suddenly developed between the two of you.

You've crawled back into that shell that adult beverages had liberated you from temporarily.

Despite the fact that you enjoyed yourself the previous night you still feel ashamed and somewhat dirty from the encounter.

You've never done anything like that before with anyone, let alone the leader of the squadron.

What was everyone else going to say if they found out?

"Your secret is safe with me". Poe assures you, leaning over and kissing you on the forehead. "I won't kiss and tell".

"I've just never done anything like that before". You tell him, smiling weakly. "When I'm drunk I'm a different woman".

"If you feel like I took advantage of you I'm truly sorry". Poe continues, his smile fading. "I just got carried away in the moment".

"Oh no, I wanted it to happen". You reply quickly, your weak smile coming back. "And it was magical, you were very respectful and it felt great".

With those parting words you get dressed and walk home. You bump into your friend, birthday girl Yasmela, in the hangar later that afternoon when you are doing routine maintenance on your X wing.

"Everyone saw you leave the party with Poe". Yasmela teases, a bright smile appearing on her face. "Tell me every raunchy detail".

"Poe walked me home, I passed out on my sofa, the end". You lie, your face getting slightly flushed from anger.

"Salemm saw you doing the walk of shame this morning". Yasmela continues, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes.

"Just fucking stop it! Okay!" You snap, displaying a rare flash of anger. "Absolutely nothing happened between us! End of story".

Yasmela looks slightly taken aback by your outburst. But she soon smiles and says,

"Okaaaay, y/n, I get it, I'll be leaving now".

Your friend slinks off into the crowded, noisy hangar. You know for a fact that she doesn't believe you, and that she will do her best to find out what truly happened.

Flash forward back to six weeks after your encounter with Poe. After experiencing sore breasts, morning sickness and terrible mood swings you reluctantly take a home pregnancy test and discover that it's indeed positive.

You're terrified, and you have no idea how your secret can be kept now.

End of part 1

[serenityseventeen]

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before

The Tenth Letter

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To: Lee Seokmin

From: Y/N

Hi, Seokmin.

I have so many things I want to ask you but for this letter to you, I want to start at the beginning. The beginning of us. To me, you've been only sweet and caring and I couldn't have asked for more. I still respect your decision and I hope you won't regret choosing your dream over me.

I'm sure the public will love your voice just as much as I do. I still have the videos and mp3 files of your covers because your voice is just so utterly beautiful that I can't delete it, even though we broke up. Since I can't support you, an unborn artist, as your girlfriend, I'll support you as a fan.

When we first met, I was truly amazed by your vocals. I'm sure you noticed me staring because you looked at me and smiled at me while singing. At first, I was wondering why you were looking at me when there was everyone else in the crowd; and I later got the answer to that after.

I already told you this but yeah, because of you, I was late for my job interview. It was just for a part-time job and even though I needed a night job, I couldn't help but stop and listen to you sing.

At that time, I was having a stressful time. I had broken up with my boyfriend a few months ago and I wasn't fully over that yet. My dad was hospitalized for Cancer and I felt like I had no one to lean on.

Even though I was having a hard time then, I couldn't cry. I always thought that maybe it was because the hardships made me grow stronger. I thought that maybe I've cried too much in my life and now I just couldn't cry.

But when I heard your voice, my heart was aching, wrenching, and I just couldn't stop listening to it. I've always loved music but for some reason, your voice became a better medicine to me.

You were looking at me in that crowd when we first met because I had a tear rolling down my cheek. With fairy lights on the wall lighting up the corner of the store where you busked, I was crying because of the emotion and beauty in your voice.

At that time, after you performed, you asked me why I was crying. I lied and said it was because your performance was beautiful. This was the true reason behind it that I never got to tell you.

I still remember your pure eyes and sunshine-like smile. It was so bright. Your smile felt like a ray of sunshine slipping into my life that was a dark hole, offering me a hand.

Since I needed that hand, I accepted it. I reached for it and took it. That's how I would describe how we got together. You helped me smile with your pure, funny, and warm personality, and because of that smile, I could love you to the fullest.

You made me realize that sometimes, people need other people to help them cope with their problems. This realization caused me a bit of regret but I'm grateful that loving you could teach me this valuable lesson.

Seokmin, you were such a sweet and warm boyfriend.

For dates, whenever we did have time, you would bring me to the most memorable places. We would spend the day together having fun. Each place you picked left a memorable trace.

You were patient with me and didn't ask for much from me, which made me want to love you without any regrets. Sometimes it would be up to a week and a half before we saw each other again but each time you saw me, there was an even brighter smile on your face.

Our first kiss was at the beach and you took me there to help me refresh my mind. You were always thinking about me. When you took me to see the ocean, I felt it then, that I had to love you wholeheartedly.

That's why while we were sitting on the rocks, I brought your face to mine and kissed you. You must've been shocked at first but then you brought your hand to my jaw, massaging it gently, and began kissing me back sweetly. My heart was racing and that's when I was sure that I fell for you.

We celebrated Halloween together, dressing up as a ghost couple and I still remember the amount of fun I had painting your face with white. You were so playful and full of youth that I couldn't help but kiss you then too. My face got white paint over it because of you but I still enjoyed it.

Whenever you were busking, I would come to watch you and record you so proudly. Sometimes, I would be so sure that you were singing a specific song for me. It was like your way of saying “I love you”.

Even if you didn't tell me that you were busking, I would just happen to pass by and hear your beautiful voice. Once I heard your voice, I had to stop and find it.

With you, I was able to forget everything and have fun amidst my life crisis. You supported me with every choice I made. You gave me confidence and whenever I was on the verge of breaking down, you came to me.

I remember this one time where I was out just wandering in a park at night blankly because my father's condition worsened suddenly. I was ignoring your calls and I didn't have enough money, everything was falling apart.

I don't know how you found me that night but as I was wandering in the dark silence, I heard your beautiful voice call my name. When I turned around, you had already run close enough to pull me into your arms.

I burst into tears while buried in your chest with your hand reassuring me by patting the back of my head. You repeated softly, “It'll be okay, I'm here for you.”

In the winters, you would come and wait by my dorm early in the morning, knowing that I needed to work a morning shift. You gave me a beautiful red scarf and would always warm my cheeks up with heating pads.

I still remember the first time you came to my dorm unauthorized and waited for me in the cold. Your cheeks and the tip of your nose were cold and pink but once you saw me, a bright smile lit up your face.

You came to me with a beautiful smile and reached out your cold hands to my cheek.

“You shouldn't be dressed so poorly for this weather,” You took out the red knitted scarf from a bag and wrapped it around my shoulders, then with a hot pack in each hand, you cupped my cheeks.

I was surprised, that's why I couldn't say anything back then.

You then gently bumped your forehead against mine and smiled purely. “Have a good day at work, call me when you finish, okay?” You said, smiling softly.

I just nodded and didn't thank you until you started leaving. You turned around and smiled at me again, making me melt. Then, you waved at me and continued walking away.

Now I know why you did such a thing for me.

I was so happy to know that someone was caring for me. It made me delighted to know that that person was you, the man that I loved. With your blissful, blessing voice, I just fell more and more in love.

I just remember thinking, ‘this is it,’ and that you and I would have our happy ending.

I'm not disappointed that we didn't get the happy ending that I wanted but even though we didn't, life has more opportunities for both of us. Maybe a happy ending wouldn't come just yet because, from the looks of it, our journeys are just unfolding.

Since you were there for me and supported me in everything I did, when you came to me and asked if you should join an entertainment company, I wanted to support you too. You made me happy so if your dream was happiness, then I supported it.

“Y/N, should I join an entertainment agency?” I remember you asking me.

I didn't know how to reply then. I didn't want you to go but I then realized that I couldn't keep you here either.

“You can if you want to.”

“If I join one, I can't date you.”

“If it's your dream, then it's fine. Just remember me.”

You didn't reply for a bit.

“Are you sure it's okay? I love you and I don't want to leave you but...”

“If this is your only chance, take it.”

I smiled at you.

Seokmin, I'm glad that you were able to join the entertainment agency that you auditioned for.

I thought that when we broke up I would cry but I didn't. I was happy. I was happy for you and reminiscing everything that made me happy was enough. Being with you left enough memories for me to stay happy for a while.

Whenever I miss you during these lonely snowy nights, I listen to and watch your covers. It's almost hard to believe that I loved someone like you for a short while. Seeing you again in my gallery seemed like you were an angel who came to heal me.

I'm sincerely grateful to you, Seokmin. I love you too, Seokmin. I miss you too, Seokmin.

Are you eating well? Make sure you take care of your voice. Are you happy yet? Have you made any friends?

I hope that you'll reach your dream soon.

I'm sure that training is hard but I'll wait for the day I can hear your voice live again; not from the videos on my phone, but a local TV station, or someone else's phone. I'll wait for that day.

For now, I'll stay your biggest fan.

I'll still love you. My love for you will never change, even if I meet someone else. I'll love you as a fan.

All I can do now isn't much, and though you probably don't know, I'm cheering for you. I still am. I'm your biggest supporter.

I won't try to fall out of love with you.

I'm sure I'll recognize you on the day your dream comes true.

Yours truly,

Y/N

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© serenityseventeen

7/4/21 - 3:59 pm

a/n: Happy July 4th. My family originally had plans today but apparently, we haven't done anything according to our plan? Whatever, I'm excited to see fireworks. + Perfect timing, our Kyeom has Instagram now and gosh can he stop being so cute!?

[kuronanox]

Hidden Emotions - Byakuya Kuchiki

Ever since Byakuya left to Hueco Mundo to help aid Ichigo, rukia and their friends (Your Name) had been restless.

She treated Byakuya after he took a hit from Gin's sword during the execution of his sister in law. When he was at the infirmary in the 4th squad Unohana trusted (Your Name) to tend Byakuya every need.

At first she was against healing him because nobles had a tendency to be stuck up and he even let his sister die for a moment. But she gave him a chance and she couldn't go against her captains orders.

She spend many days in his infirmary room helping him recover that she eventually broke the cold facade he shown everyone.

"Hello Kuchiki Taicho! I'm here to check up." (Your Name) peeps her head in his room with a smile. After getting his approval to come in she set his food down and grabbed a few instruments to check his vital signs and wound.

"Okay breathe in and out slowly." She says and touch his back lightly to straighten his back.

Byakuya was a man with very few words so usually check ups were rather very quiet for her. "Everything is fine, the wound is healing slower than usual but still you have to be in bed."

He nods as she hands him his food for the morning. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"Name." He tells her flatly not looking at her direction.

"My name?"

"Yes, your name." He then looks up to her as she slowly grew flush.

"Uhh, it's (Your Name)."

"Thank you (Your Name) you may leave." He states as she bows respectfully and closes the door lightly.

Every day it was slowly getting better, the first few days were definitely awkward but after he would talk to her. She guessed it was because he was bored.

"How long have you've been in the 4th squad?" He asks curiously as she prepared him another robe for the day.

"Probably 25 years already, I'm not the fighting type really although I am really outspoken! People mistaken me for a fighter rather than a healer."

"I can see that." He states as she lightly laughs.

"You know I didn't like you at first, but you aren't half bad."

A visible smirk came from his lips, he was definitely interested in her.

"Rather bold to say."

She shrugs with a small chuckle and helps him off the bed to freshen up for the day. "Hold on don't step there or else you will sli-"

Byakuya lost his footing as (Your Name) was below him. His weight was definitely much heavier than hers as she tightly wrapped her arms around him.

Byakuya reflexes were fast but he couldn't avoid the fall so his only way to protect her head from hitting the floor was to put his hand behind it.

"Are you okay?!" She says from under as he looks down to see her worried. Their closeness was to close yet comforting to Byakuya to have someone wrap their arms around him again.

Unwrapping her arms she helped him up and examined his hand that was bruised.

"Sorry, I've should have warned you before getting up." She says and looks at the dirty robe that he slipped on.

"It's fine." He states as she heals it.

There was silence between them again, she could feel that his heart was racing. Byakuya would never show it though. "You can relax."

He looks up to her and gently grabs her hand. "Thank you, you may leave for today."

After that awkward fall between them he slightly distance himself again but not to the point where he closed himself off to her.

Byakuya knew his feelings for her were developing but he was afraid of losing someone important again so he suppressed them for a while.

"Rukia came and visited again?" (Your Name) asks as she walked into the room a little while after Rukia left.

Byakuya nodded as (Your Name) took a seat besides the bedside.

“Yes she came.”

"Must be nice to have a sibling." She said envious to have someone to lean on.

Byakuya doesn't say anything and look towards her. "Are you a only child?"

"Yes, my parents died a long time ago."

"Family is complicated but I agree with you. I was an only child too so I know how it feels." He says as she just smiles at his attempt to make her feel better.

"You leave tomorrow, are you excited?"

He nods as she places her hands on her hips and leans towards him. "Don't think you will escape me I have to still visit you once a day to make sure everything is good! Don't think you can get rid of me just yet!" She pouts.

"Of course (Your Name)." He says with a slight smile.

Byakuya was released to go back home and he had so much work to catch up on. The load was piling high because Renji alone couldn't get it done.

He sighed and massaged his neck lightly, his days were long and with almost no sleep. He also wanted to train more after a rude awakening of Ichigo surpassing him and getting badly injured trying to save Rukia he strived to get stronger.

Yet a certain person disrupted his mind when he was working or sleeping. Byakuya found himself wanting to spend more time with (Your Name). He was to hard on himself he knew Rukia and Hisana would want him to be happy too.

He was afraid of losing someone again.

Would (Your Name) share the same feelings for him? She clearly expressed how she didn't like him from the start.

The next day she came in the afternoon to check up. After checking him up she packed her bags.

"Join me for tea." He tells her lightly brushing the paper with ink and setting it aside.

"Me?!"

"Who else's name is (Your Name)?"

The tea was delightful, Byakuya opened up about himself to her. She was quite surprised herself that he was being so interested in her.

When he was fully recovered she didn't visit everyday but he would ask her out often. He had a nice dinner with her once at the Kuchiki manor and they spent a lot of time walking around and enjoying the nice view of the trees and flowers that bloomed.

She even spent nights with him as they shared one bed. In the back of her head she asked herself if this was real or fake their relationship that is.

Byakuya never announced they were a item but people started to take a notice and said no words.

(Your Name) grabbed his face gently as they fell on the bed as he passionately catches her lips with his lightly sucking her bottom lip.

"Stay with me tonight." He tells her as she nods slowly and wraps her arms around him.

Running her hands through his hair he relaxes and closes his eyes.

(Your Name) had just got news that Aizen was defeated and they had won the war. A sense of relief came across her.

She wanted to see Byakuya but everyone was forbid for see the Captains until they were rested.

A little sadden that he didn't come and see her after returning she laid in bed.

"I mean we aren't dating or anything so he's not obligated to see me or I to him."

Sighing she pulled the blankets over her and closed her eyes.

Byakuya came later that night, he wasn't in the best mood but seeing her safe and sound soothed him. Brushing her hair aside he traced her facial features. She swat his hand away and cuddled into the blankets more.

A soft fluffy feelings embraced her as she struggled to open her eyes as a warm touch came across her.

"Don't worry it's only me." His deep voice says placing her gently down. Waking up completely she sees that they were in Byakuya room.

"You came." She says happily with a smile as he cups one of her cheeks and caresses it.

"Of course I did." He tells her with uncertainty in his face.

"Well what's wrong? You seem like something is bothering you."

He looks shock that she could read through his expression. "You could tell?"

"You maybe be good at hiding your emotions but I can tell."

Byakuya felt light as he proceeded to explain what had been bothering him.

"I almost lost Rukia again in battle."

She looks up at him and see that he was troubled. "But she's safe now, it will be okay. Rukia is a big girl now."

"Not only that but also I've been neglecting my feelings for you. I feel like you deserve someone that won't hide their emotions away."

(Your Name) eyes widen as she soften up.

"Jeez dont worry about it, it's not like we are together."

That's what Byakuya did not like, that they had no label. If it was modern day he would call it fuck buddies and he definitely didn't want that.

He came to certain that he would one day need a heir and someone to retire with once old age came upon.

Although the relationship was young it had potential and Byakuya would only stick around and invest if he knew something or someone was promising.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend? I know I haven't been the greatest at showing my emotions but over the time I've spent with you it was quite enjoyable." He tells her.

(Your Name) couldn't refuse, there was of course lots to talk about but at the moment she just wanted to give him a huge hug and scream yes.

"Of course." She says and brings him into a embrace. "I've missed you, I was worried about you too."

He smiles to himself and slides his arms around her. "Don't worry, I'm here now."

"But now that we are official I promise to give you my individual attention and promise to make you happy everyday."

She grins and kiss him lightly on the nose.

"I would like that."

Laying down next to her on the bed he pulled her close and entwined their lips once more to a demanding and hungry kiss.

Byakuya was a man of class but sometimes he had a messy side he tried to keep hidden. Tonight though he wanted to feel the both of them.

Placing her under him he tilted her head to get access to her creamy skin and neck.

Leaving love marks as he slowly sucked and bite down the flesh.

"There will be no sleep tonight." He tells her as she pulls him down to her.

"Show me a great time tonight." (Your Name) breathlessly says after.