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ozzgin · 6 months

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Yandere! Yakuza x Reader (III)

A whole lot of confusion as to whether Reader and her yakuza friend are actually dating. After much back and forth and a coworker being threatened, the awaited confession might finally take place.

Bonus part: Kazuya tells Reader about his and Daitou's past and how they ended up working for the yakuza.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

TW: Obsessive behavior, violence

Tags: @vinivave @ansy-tea @evvie8 @angelicbunnee @jingerbreadoutofstock @azukoya @randomlyblues @alien-consummation @neverlandlostchild @mimiemie @toji-whore @cloudie-skay @lilkittenmitten

The items are scanned and Kazuya finishes paying. He looks back, searching for Daitou, and finds him wandering among the narrow aisles of magazines and manga. They'd stopped by the konbini at the train station after their job.

"Here's your bentou." The blonde man extends a small box, eyeing his friend suspiciously. "Say, do you have an upset stomach or something? You're uglier than usual."

Daitou thanks him with a nod, but doesn't take the neatly packaged food. He's idly playing with the cover of a romance volume, bending and straightening its corner.

"Nah, nothing like that. Just, ya know, feels a bit like (Y/N)'s been avoiding me. She hurries straight home after work and barely waves hi. I thought we'd do more things together now that we're dating."

Kazuya nearly spits out the soda he opened while listening to Daitou's troubles. He snorts and quickly wipes his mouth.

"Wait, are you serious? You actually asked her out? And she said yes??"

Daitou thinks back to the time he gifted you your stalker's finger and teeth, the way you defended him, and the way you quietly walked home and almost held hands. That pretty much made it official, didn't it? So he confidently nods to his utterly baffled partner in crime.

"You little rascal, you! Who would've thought you had it in you?!" He cheerfully slaps Daitou's back and wraps his arm around his neck. The dark haired man blushes and scratches his cheek awkwardly. "You should've told me earlier!"

True. Between the two of them, Kazuya has always been extremely charismatic and popular with women. His perfectly combed blonde hair, his sparkling designer suits, his luxuriously elegant cologne. The handsome features and assertive smile. More than once he'd been approached by modeling agencies, and he likes to joke his lust for violence stopped him from living the glamorous life. In comparison, Daitou has the opposite effect on people. The room will empty if he steps inside. He's unnervingly tall, with bulging muscles, has multiple scars crossing his face, and his prosthetic eye always ends up twisted in the strangest position, causing him to look like he's only missing the straight jacket. Everyone is shocked upon hearing about their friendship.

So it makes sense that Kazuya would have the required experience to offer him decent advice when it comes to (Y/N).

"Listen here, if there's one thing you should know, it's that women like a guy that fights for them. You gotta show them you care. What can you offer that other guys can't?"

The tall man listens intently, with a concentrated frown as if taking mental notes. He's not entirely sure who he should fight in this ordeal, but he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of Kazuya, so he nods vehemently to his words.

"That's the short preview. If you have any more questions, just come over later. I'm piss tired, so I'll go home and have the nap of a lifetime." He yawns deeply to showcase his exhaustion and slowly walks away, throwing his hand in a lazy wave.

The yakuza remains standing, still ruminating over the words of wisdom generously offered by the expert himself. Is he to randomly beat up people on the street as you watch? Won't Boss be angry if he attacks civilians? He gasps in realization. Perhaps this is what Kazuya meant. What kind of man is he if he can't even go against his Boss? So what if Boss won't like it? He has to prove himself to you.

With newfound determination, he clenches his fists and gazes out of the window.

That's when he notices you. You seem to be returning from work. Even more - and this causes his jaw to tighten in anger - some unknown man is walking next to you, cheerfully chitchatting and gesturing.

That settles it.

"You really didn't have to walk me home." You laugh clumsily to the man at your side.

A new coworker recently joined your company, and you've been asked to show him the ropes. You gradually discovered you had quite a lot in common, throughout your ample opportunities to gossip and talk leisurely. Your schedule isn't as packed nowadays, given you'll show up earlier and leave later.

Normally you'd prefer to be in your warm bed as soon as possible, but you've been feeling rather tense since the incident with Daitou. During his heated exchange with Kazuya, you've heard mentions of 'being liked by women' and 'having a crush on someone'. You thought it involved you and you nervously awaited further explanations from Daitou himself, but on the way back he was completely silent. You didn't have the courage to bring it up, so you assumed there must've been a misunderstanding somewhere along the way.

Which, after all, would make plenty of sense. What business would a yakuza have with you? He's already shown much more courtesy than it was required of him. Hoping he'd also confess his feelings on top of everything was downright ridiculous and you're embarrassed to admit you'd harbored such cheesy fantasies to begin with.

"Don't sweat it. You might not know", the coworker warns with lowered voice, "but this area is reeking of gangsters. I'm surprised you've been fine so far, but you should be more careful."

"O-oh...I see..." You glance at him and hold back a smirk. You doubt he could protect you from Daitou or Kazuya, but you appreciate his chivalry nonetheless.

There's an uncomfortable pause as you stand in your doorframe, having reached the intended destination. The man hasn't left yet, waiting expectantly. He lowers his head towards yours and you swiftly slam the door, muttering something about an emergency.

"Cute." He thinks to himself as he chuckles and steps away.

There's always a next time.

The coworker heads towards the train station in a relaxed strut. At the first intersection, however, he feels his clothes being pulled and he finds himself abruptly shoved in an empty room by an unknown assailant.

Daitou easily lifts him up by his collar and nonchalantly throws him in a chair. It seems to be a small storage unit, possibly belonging to one of the shops.

"What's your business with (Y/N)?" He barks.

"Huh? I should be the one asking-" The man pauses for a second, going over his conversations with you. "Could it be that you're the stalker she mentioned?"

Naturally, you had left out the part where your stalker was carefully packaged and dumped in a place unknown. To your coworker, he was very much still alive and a potential threat.

The yakuza is taken aback.

"I'm her boyfriend!" He retorts angrily.

"Bullshit. She doesn't have a boyfriend."

Another slap to the face. Daitou's cheeks are becoming increasingly red and he runs his fingers through his hair, attempting to calm down. Why, this son of a...

He marches to one of the metal shelves behind, grabbing his tool belt. Simultaneously, the door opens and Kazuya sheepishly peeks his head in. His blonde locks are ruffled and one can tell he's freshly woken up.

"Yo, I just realized I might've been too metaphorical with you back at the store so I've been texting you, but you didn't-...Wait, why is there a guy handcuffed to the chair?"

He crosses his arms, with a habitual scolding glare towards his friend.

"I just caught this cockroach flirting with (Y/N)! Went all the way to her place!" Daitou whines, his face full of indignation.

"Of course you know where she lives, you fucking stalker." The coworker exclaims bitterly.

"Watch your mouth buddy, he ain't no stalker!" Kazuya straightens his back and approaches the mysterious man. "If he's right, and you've been messing with his woman...We ain't letting that go. Today you learn why no one fucks with the yakuza."

The two men exchange a knowing look.

You drop yourself on the sofa and groan. Tomorrow will certainly be strange. Was the coworker trying to kiss you just now? You'll have to think of a polite way to turn him down next shift. Is it because you're not interested, or because you're still hoping to have a chance with Daitou? You slap your cheeks vigorously, trying to pull yourself out of such thoughts.

You suddenly notice the foreign wallet sticking out of your bag. Your coworker had dropped it earlier today while running for the train, and you offered to throw it in your bag to save time. Except you forgot to return it.

You check your phone. It hasn't been that long, so maybe you can still reach him if you hurry. Without much contemplation, you pluck the wallet and sprint out.

As you dash past the buildings, you have the idea of calling the man and asking him to wait instead. Why run like a madman? You stop and rest a hand against the wall, trying to catch your breath. Ugh, you've been so scattered today. This should've been the obvious choice, instead you sprang out. Silly.

From around the corner you can make out the familiar wails you've learned to ignore. Whoever the yakuza tortures is not your problem. You are about to scurry away, yet something about these whimpers feels odd. No...Could it be?

You tiptoe down the vacant alleyway and try to catch a glimpse inside through the small, dirty window. As a matter of fact, it is your beloved coworker. Kazuya is holding his arm against a table, with the fingers forcefully fanned out, and Daitou has a blade secured over the pinky finger.

You elbow yourself against the door in a theatrical entry.

"What the hell are you guys doing?! That's my coworker!" You yell.

Daitou freezes, and Kazuya instantly releases his grasp. They turn to you, shocked.

"Stay out of it, (Y/N), this is to be settled among men. This bastard insulted your boyfriend, we can't let it slide!" Kazuya regains his composure and defends his cause fervently, pointing to the man that's now sobbing and crying uncontrollably.

"Boyfriend?" You question, mouth agape.

The blonde man stares at you.

"You're...You're dating, aren't you?"

"Since when?" You demand, confused and upset.

Both you and Kazuya turn to Daitou for answers.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Did you actually ask her out, Daitou? Did you say it out loud?" Kazuya's voice breaks in exasperation.

"W-well, I didn't...I didn't say it, but I thought..." the man's eyes dart between you and his friend. He gulps. "W-we almost held hands, didn't we?"

Overwhelmed with anger, the blonde stomps over to the shelves and kicks one to make his point, loudly bemoaning his friend's lack of social awareness. He can't believe he went along with his nonsense. Him, of all people! He should've anticipated it.

As the coworker weeps and Kazuya continues his foul monologue, you can't help the blush that's now burning across your face. You fidget anxiously next to the tattooed man.

"Y-you thought we were dating?"

"Sorry for not making it clear." Daitou is once again twiddling with his prosthetic eye, dejected. "Is it too late to ask you out now? Because I do like you a lot..."

"Since you put it so nicely...I can't really say no~" Your ears are bright red and you're twirling your hair. Is it truly happening? Are you dreaming? Everything feels snug and fuzzy and the butterflies are swarming your stomach.

You don't have time to enjoy your romantic encounter, as Kazuya is now behind you, clearing his throat.

"Alright, you lovebirds, what about this one here, then?"

You suddenly remember your coworker and an icy cold flashes through your body.

"Oh God, how will I explain this at work? I'll get fired!" You bite your nails in terror. You can already visualize the slip of unemployment. The long lines at the Job Center, you and the homeless. Panic begins to build up.

Until Daitou's large hands rest on your shoulders. He's unexpectedly warm.

"Don't worry about it, (Y/N). I'll have a word with Boss, and we can get you a job here. This way we can spend more time together", he suggests with childish enthusiasm.

You glance up at him, moved by his soothing words.

"I wouldn't want to bother you like that."

"Hey, it's my fault you ended up in this situation. You can leave everything to me." He reassures you proudly.

"That didn't answer my damn question." Kazuya points out, annoyed.

"Can't we just kill him or something? He did call me a stalker, and I'm still upset about that..."

Daitou stretches and sighs in boredom, pondering the options. Once he's decided on the outcome, he shoos you away lovingly. You don't need to see this part.

Bonus: Daitou's backstory

"Oh, right, how did it go with your tickets?"

Kazuya is walking beside you, hands in pockets. Every now and then he removes the cigarette from his mouth to tap away the piling ash.

"Well, I still have both kidneys, but I won't be swimming in cash for the next months at least." You respond, slouching your shoulders dramatically for the effect.

"Flying abroad is always expensive. Unless, I don't know, you book years in advance."

"Yeah. I should've looked earlier, but I wasn't sure about my work schedule. At least I get to see my family and friends for Christmas."

After a few more steps in silence, you glance up at the blonde man. He notices your curious stare and raises his eyebrows, as if encouraging you to speak up.

"What about you? Will you be going home for the holidays?"

He grins at your question and proudly places a hand on his chest.

"This is my home, actually! I was born and raised in this very neighborhood."

"Really? Was it not a yakuza quarter before?" Your eyes widen at his statement.

"It was." Kazuya blows some of his smoke in your direction and you cough lightly. "You know the soapland further down the street?"

You nod.

"Mom used to work there. One of the clients got her pregnant and she found out too late. She had a room upstairs, and I just kind of tagged along. The other girls looked after me, too."

You recall one instance when Kazuya received a phone call about some drunkard causing a ruckus at the brothel, and he shot up without a word, rushed out and returned with bloodied knuckles. At the time, you'd assumed he's a client himself and maybe got attached to one of the girls. Now it makes sense. You're a little embarrassed of your obvious prejudice. If he grew up there, it must be his way of showing gratitude to the workers who loved him despite the circumstances.

"Oh, what about Daitou, then? Is he from the area, too?"

The man frowns and purses his lips thoughtfully. After a moment, his features soften up again and he sighs.

"I suppose you're his girlfriend, after all. It's also not a secret per se..."

Your ears perk up at the strange reaction to your inquiry.

"I mean, it's just a bit of a grim topic. No one knows for sure. Boss found him on the streets years ago, when he was a wee kid."

He presses his thumb and index finger together, emphasizing the small size to you.

"I don't know all the details, just what the Seniors told me - I was a kid myself back then - but it was pretty bad. Had no shoes on, scratches and cuts all over. His left eye was swollen and terribly infected, that's how he lost it, actually. Boss felt sorry for him, so he took him in.

They did try to ask him for parents or relatives, but apparently he wouldn't speak at all. Took him like a year to finally open his mouth. Even now, if you ask him anything about his past, he just pretends he didn't hear you. So maybe don't bring it up to him."

You shake your head along, urging him to continue with more details. Kazuya seems to warm up to the memories and slows down, indulging in the recollection.

"Anyways, one day Boss' car is followed and he gets shot in the shoulder. Some snot-nosed trainees from the rival gang. They hadn't even gotten their pins yet, wanted to impress their older brothers I guess.

Daitou heard about it and went after them. One of our Seniors - he's a tough guy alright, been with the Family for decades - he told me he was sweating like mad when they found him. Daitou was just a teen at the time, but he butchered those guys up so bad they couldn't tell them apart anymore. Even bit a few bullets, and still kept going, like a crazed animal. The adults were freaking out. They didn't expect him to be this strong.

I suspect they were pretty afraid of him, you know? They were probably thinking, "if one day he has it out for us, we're done for!", so they told Boss they should kick him out. But at this point Daitou was like his own son, so he laughed and said, "What's the matter with ya, he does your dirty work and you wanna get rid of him?! If the boy wants to fight, let him!", and he arranged for Daitou to join the Family officially. I was recruited around the same time.

We didn't get along at first, I mean, they warned me to stay away because he's crazy and also Boss' favorite. He didn't hang out with anyone. He had his own jobs, the mercenary stuff no one else wanted to deal with.

You might not believe it, but back then I was an angry, stubborn asshole. It didn't sit well with me that this guy was out there, doing his own thing. I had a reputation myself, before I dropped out of high school I was pretty much undefeated. I thought I'd see it with my own eyes, this all-powerful jackass even the Seniors avoided."

You smile faintly, trying to imagine a young Kazuya without the expensive, flashy suit and polished appearance.

"So one evening I just walked up to him and told him to join me outside. Didn't even give him a speech, just rammed my fist into his face. This was my signature move, you know, I can't even count how many guys I knocked out with this punch. Straight into the jaw, sends your brain spinning. Whew, and this guy? He didn't even flinch! Just stood there and looked at me like I was dumb. I was pissed off at this point, you can imagine, it felt like he was mocking me. So I yelled we ain't done until one of us gives up.

He understood what I wanted and finally fought me earnestly. Hell, he even knocked some of my teeth out. This one here's an implant. Mad expensive. Anyhow, as much as it hurt my pride, I'd lost fair and square. So I got up, wiped the blood, and asked him to come grab a drink with me. My treat.

You should've seen his face, (Y/N). I think it was the first time I've witnessed him smile. 'Really? Can I? Are you sure?' He was like a stray dog after you've thrown him some leftovers. Kept that dumb grin the whole night. You could've given him a clown hat and people would've paid to see the circus.

That's when I realized this poor bastard probably just wanted a friend. The next day I went to pick him up again and he was beaming like a princess. Heh. Afterwards he started following me around and eventually Boss called me in. I thought I got into trouble or something, even brought a bunch of gauze pads in case I needed to slice off my finger. Turns out he'd heard of us becoming pals, and he asked me to maybe attend Daitou every now and then because he always leaves a mess and everyone's too scared to deal with him. We've been teamed together ever since."

You realize you've been standing in the same spot ever since Kazuya begun talking, completely entranced by his story. He chuckles upon seeing your expression and ruffles your hair.

"Man, I sure rambled a lot. Sorry about that. In any case, that was my piece about Daitou. I'm sure you already know this, but he's not a bad guy. Just has a twisted sense of loyalty. Once he finds someone to serve, he doesn't see anything else.

Hell, I'm his closest friend and I'm convinced he wouldn't hesitate to kill me if it was for Boss."

Upon further consideration, he smiles and winks at you.

"Or for you. Especially you."

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health-officiel · 1 year

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"Uncovering the Reasons Behind Premature Greying Hair and How to Effectively Treat it"

#hair adventures #hair arrange #hair advice #hair analysis #hair beauty #hair care #hair colour transformation #hair dye #hair down #hair expert #white hair

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kimberly-spirits13 · 3 months

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Jason Todd During Your Period

Sweetest thing

Feels so bad that you feel bad and does anything humanly possible to alleviate the pain

He knows how to handle periods since he has all the batgirls and he had to take care of his mom when he was younger

He’s the kind of boyfriend where you can just be like “hey when is my next period?” And he’d know off the top of his head

Won’t blame you for any outbursts or anything and he tries his best to not annoy you

If you get nightmares or really funky dreams on your period that wake you up, he always wakes up to make sure you’re okay

Becomes a light sleeper during your period in anticipation that you wake up and need something or are basically dying

Specifically ordered you two of those massive heating pads and let’s you lay on top of him with them

One heating pad for the back and one stomach

It’s a miracle tool yall

It’s the kind of thing where you finally get settled and you cry because it’s so amazing

NOT BEING IN PAIN AND BEING ABLE TO SLEEP IS WONDERFUL

He’d feel so bad if that happened though because he’d realize how bad you really felt in the moment

He knew you were struggling but it always hurts him to see you in pain

Stocks up on pain killers

Makes you your favorite food and brings your favorite food home from patrol because let’s be honest

No girl is sleeping on her period without her comfort 🤚

He’ll take as many naps with you as you want and do a spa day

*face mask on and hair mask in* “no Dick I’m not on patrol tonight, I’m busy.” “

Knows exactly what to get at the store if you ask him since he had to get stuff for his mom

Will bring back chocolate or whatever your favorite snack is

Let’s be honest, chocolate gets boring after about a day

Holds you while you’re in pain

Makes sure to call you often when he’s on patrol go check in, especially if you’re benched from patrol for the week because of it

Is mostly calling for himself to make sure you’re not dying or anything

Gets medical advice from Alfred

Is genuinely afraid you’ll become anemic or something if he thinks you’re losing too much blood

You two are experts at getting blood out of things so don’t even worry about it

Let’s you wear all of his clothes and takes up doing the chores since you’re probably bloated and swelling

Kisses your cheek and forehead a lot if you’re not feeling well

Does anything you need to feel better

His guilty pleasure is when you’re on your period and are craving carbs because he really really loves carb loading but can’t do it often

Bagels, pasta, pizza, crackers, cinnamon rolls, anything carb

If you start running a fever he freaks out a bit but has enough experience to know you’re not dying

Puts an ice pack on your forehead and gets advil for you

Stocks up on ice cream if that’s your thing

Excuses himself and you from any galas and makes sure the paparazzi isn’t around

Probably threatens them or something who knows

Has one of his sisters come over to give you company if you need some girl time

If you want to you’ll 100% be welcomed to just sit in the bat cave during patrol and help monitor

The entire week or two is just Jason doting on you more than usual

He’d wrap you in a blanket burrito and carry you everywhere

Is very touchy when you don’t feel well so he latches himself onto you

Movie marathons

I watch Law and Order and lots of crime documentaries when I’m on my period for some reason and he’d 100% binge those

Has fuzzy socks for you

They’re probably funky colorful ones that he thought were funny and got them for you one day to cheer you up

Won’t let you talk bad about yourself

If you call yourself yuck or gross or fat or anything he’d smother you with his entire body

Not today Satan

Praises from him are the best let’s just keep it at that

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fire-lizard-ro · 2 months

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Ratio as a dad (kinda). Written for my dear @pix3lplays (they already saw this when I initially wrote it).

CW: none it’s all fluff (kinda)

Reader gender: no use of pronouns (as far as I remember) but AFAB

Writing under the cut (SFW):

So when you tell him, he doesn't know how the hell to feel. You guys never really had the children talk, but you could tell that he wasn't really ready for that because of a mix of being too busy, not really understanding children, and never really thinking about it.

To him, children are snot-nosed, loud, emotional little gremlins.

But he never thought about children in the context of you and him. A child born of your flesh and blood. Something you have made together through the miracle (or simple science, as Veritas would say) of procreation.

It would take him a while to think of it that way.

Initially, since this is in the scenario where you're already married, I think that he would be fine with it so long as you're happy with it. He does his logical reasoning and thinks, "Oh. I have the means to raise a child and she wants it." So he doesn't really see a problem with it besides perhaps the stress it will inevitably put on you and having to deal with the messy and emotional rollercoaster ride that is children.

At some point while laying in bed with you after weeks of reading prenatal care and child rearing books, he begins to get curious. Curious about what it would really be like to father a child that the both of you made. That's how things start. Curiosity.

Would the child look like you? He would like that if they could resemble his lovely spouse.

Would they look like him? He would also like this as there would be no doubting who the father of your child was. A reminder of how the two of you were undeniably together.

Would they look like the both of you? He would enjoy this outcome the most as it would be the best of both options.

Would they have his intelligence that he prides himself on? Your smile that he loves, even if quietly?

Because of this process of beginning to be curios and thinking about the child yet to be born, it's not hard for him to subconsciously relate good feelings (and chemicals like dopamine and serotonin, he'd think) to the child themself.

You're happy when you talk about the child and what you'll do for them and how you'll care for them. He's happy when you're happy. He's pleased when thinking about how people will be able to see a physical manifestation of your love and belonging with each other. You're happy to be having his child. He's happy about that, too.

While your feelings regarding the child is like a warm spring day or a cup of hot tea just boiled, his are more mild, still. Like your tea, already cooled, or a warm blanket. There are positive feelings involved now, and even he cannot deny it (at least to himself).

He takes care of you well, following the advice of the books and experts to the T. Perhaps a little too closely because it's a bit overprotective. You're his. Which also means it's in his obligation to take care of you well.

But when the child is born... I think there's at least a spark there. I'm not sure it's enough to light that flame quite yet, but now... He realizes that this really is his child. His and yours. He has your pretty eyes but with his color. The curl of your hair and the slope of his nose. Oh. Oh...

This child...

As the years go on and he spends time caring for the child and spending time with them, he begins to find all these little endearing things about them. How they'll seek him out even in sleep. How they'll smile at him happily, the slant of it so much like yours. How they'll crawl and eventually waddle their way to him when they begin to cry... Even just the fact that he spends time with them is enough to grow this bond. And at some point, they're off to school and it's clear they did, indeed, have his intelligent mind. But they're far more soft around the edges. Much more susceptible to the inherent loneliness, boredom, and ridicule, even, that comes with such intelligence.

But... he gets it. He never really thought anyone understood him at that age and for him? It was lonely but he was irritated by it more than anything. He had thicker skin than his child at that age.

So when they come to him about it all, he can only try his best to let them know he gets it even if he doesn't know how to express such a thing.

Ever heard the saying, "Even a beast will love its child?"

He’s not a nice person. His personality is rough and no one would ever think he could be suited to something as delicate as fatherhood.

And yet…

While he's not one for grand gestures, I think the kid would be able to see he cares.

It's in the little things for him.

Talking about the things they're interested in at school.

Telling them about his work and the things he researches. Being patient with them unlike how he is with his students. ("They are grown. But you are not," he would say with a short pat to the head before going back to checking over their homework with care.)

Rewarding them for their achievements, even if it's with something small.

All sorts of small things.

(He'll never admit it, but you have a picture of the two napping while the kid was sprawled against his side, head tucked into his neck.)

Anyways ofisjgeo yeah-

Hopefully this isn’t too delusional goodbye- I was trying to make him a Relatively Good Dad for Pix while also making sure he was still mostly in-character. OTL

#Roro writes #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dr ratio x reader #dr. ratio x reader #gn reader #afab reader #hsr x gn reader #honkai star rail x gn reader

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myslutwritings · 10 months

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HIII COULD YOU DO THE UPPER MOONS WITH A CRYBABY READER? (A thought of mine,of them taking care of me while I sit and cry and babble in there arms about something small 😖😖😖)

Aww, i love this idea! yes i’ll definitely do it!

➤ Uppermoon’s reaction to their S/O being a crybaby

➤ headcanons

Uppermoons x crybaby!GN!reader

including: Muzan, kokushibo, Douma, Akaza and the Hantengu clones (Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu & Urogi)

warnings: smaller reader, mentions of murder, semi-nsfw?

Muzan Kibutsuji

• We all know how he is.

• Being the demon king, he isn’t the very best at comfort. I think we’re all aware of that.

• Isn’t fazed by your crying. i mean, it isn’t anything new to him. He murders and eats people on a daily basis so crying isn’t something that’s unusual for him to witness..

• However, it’s YOU crying.

• You crying makes Muzan feel… not good.

• He can’t really explain it.

• All he knows is that he strongly dislikes seeing/hearing you cry.

• At first he scolded you for showing such emotions. But then he only realized he made you cry more afterwards.

• Muzan feels horrible. But you’ll never hear that coming from him.

• The two of you are the complete opposite.

• He only got angry at you for crying at first because you were crying over something so stupid and second of all he didn’t want to admit he didn’t like seeing you cry and has no idea how to comfort you properly.

• He doesn’t want to come off as weak.

• Eventually, he’ll own up, apologize for his behavior. After all, he didn’t really mean it. (Believe it or not)

• Muzan isn’t just so great with emotions and he isn’t used to have such an emotional S/O.

• Will stroke your hair as you lay your head in his lap.

• He’ll listen to you vent about whatever upset you. Even if it’s stupid in his eyes.

• “You weep over such silly things, my dear.”

• Muzan will hush and wipe your tears. Thats all you’ll get.

• Now if SOMEONE upset you, they’ll be dead immediately. No questions asked.

• Muzan doesn’t care if you don’t want it. He’ll do it anyway or just lie and say he won’t do it. Which he will

• Doesn’t give a shit who it is either. Even if it’s a family member he’ll destroy them.

• Because how dare they make his beloved S/O cry?

• He’ll literally torture whoever made you this upset. So that’s another way of him showing his love for you. Even if it’s in a horrific way.

• Then he’ll proceed to tell you about how he killed the person who made you sad. 😟 (Doesn’t leave out any details)

• Goes into a state of severe confusion as you cry more. He expects you to treat him like a superior being and says you should be thankful he decided to lend you his presence and time in the first place..

Kokushibo

• Like Muzan, he isn’t an expert when it comes to comforting someone.

• He’s used to being solitary so this is all new for him! Please understand.

• But unlike Muzan, Kokushibo won’t be annoyed by your crying.

• Kokushibo has cried himself before so why should he judge you? (Even though he’s only cried like.. once)

• All though Koku has cried before. It was awhile ago and he barely remembers it. However, he isn’t a crybaby.

• He’s honestly surprised by how much you cry.

• Never has encountered a human who cries as much as you do.

• It comes to a point where sometimes he feels helpless.

• Kokushibo isn’t very vocal. So expect him to be more on the physical side when it comes to comfort.

• Words of affirmation isn’t his strong suit either.

• Becomes immensely confused when you cry more whenever he hugs you. (You cry more when people comfort you)

• Like huh?? Why did you start to cry more?? Should he stop??

• Kokushibo will just pick you up bridal style and set you down on a futon. He’ll cuddle you for awhile until you fall asleep in his arms.

• Isn’t the type to give you advice nor is he responsive but he’ll definitely listen to you.

• Just holds you against his chest as you sob into his embrace.

• Will brutally murder anyone who upset you. He isn’t going to let that shit slide.

• If you beg him not to he’ll be hesitant. He wants to kill them for you but at the same time he doesn’t want to make you further upset if he does carry out the murder.

• Let’s all be blunt, in the end, he won’t listen to you. He won’t let anyone get away with hurting his S/O.

• Kokushibo will know this’ll upset you more but he does it anyway. He doesn’t want anyone messing with you.

Douma

• Oh great heavens..

• Out of all the uppermoons he’s definitely the most touchy/affectionate/comforting. (somewhat)

• Knows how to comfort others. (But it’s not genuine)

• With you it’s entirely different though!

• Butttt he’s still the type to tease his S/O. His toxic trait is that this sadistic basted finds great pleasure in seeing you cry.

• The way you’ll cling yourself to HIM, in need of HIS attention and comfort, desiring HIM and no one else:

• Douma FEEDSSS off that shit.

• Gets off by how vulnerable you get. (New turn on)

• Another thing is that he won’t severely pity you when you cry. After all, he’s not the best when it comes to emotion.

• Also not the type to be fazed by your crying state. i mean, he deals with his followers crying to him ALL the time about their stupid problems.

• Does not give a fuck about them.

• He is USED to not giving a fuck. That’s why he’s surprised he cares whenever you’re crying. Even if it’s over something so minor.

• Douma cares but doesn’t understand fully, yk?

• You need to be patent with him. After all, emotion is new for him. (He only experiences it around you)

anyway..

• Babies you whenever you cry.

• “Oh, my, my! What’s wrong, my sweet lotus?”

• As soon as he sees your tear-stained face he’ll just snatch you up without even asking and pull you onto his huge lap.

• Adores how adorable you look on his lap! You’re so tiny in his arms like this!!

• Let’s you babble about whatever upset you.

• Honestly, he ain’t even listening, he’s just admiring how vulnerable you look right now.

• He’ll just pepper your face in kisses and wipe your tears away.

• Cups your face and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Douma reminds you that everything will be okay and that you’re safe with him.

• Sometimes he licks your tears.

• Teases you relentlessly if you cry over something stupid.

• Will instantly kill anyone who made you upset.

• Douma usually eats people when they’re this upset so they no longer have to bare the pain but he doesn’t want to eat you. Surprisingly.

• Confused by his own feelings.

• There was a time where you were upset and Douma straight up asked you if you want to be eaten by him.

• Yeah, bros a menace.

Akaza

• This man is SOOO sweet about it.

• The first time you cried in front of him he flipped out😭

• Like huh?? what’s wrong?? are you okay??

• On the inside he’s panicking.

• Is surprised by how vulnerable you can get whenever you’re a mess like this.

• If you’re human, low-key enjoys the power imbalance.

• Though, Akaza absolutely despises witnessing you cry.

• Never makes fun of you. Even if you’re crying over something that others view as stupid. He won’t ever pass judgment towards you or even tease you.

• Akaza will 100% listen to you vent about whatever upset you.

• Oh? what’s that? SOMEONE upset you?

• Yeah, he is coming after them. even if it’s a woman.

• Doesn’t care.

• No one hurts his S/O.

• Akaza wants to protect you. Out of every uppermoon he is the most overprotective.

• Is almost TOO protective.

• You were growing relatively concerned for how overprotective he was. You mostly just didn’t want him to get hurt.

• “I have to ensure you’re safe at all times.”

• Kinda scary at times.

• He wants you out of harms way at all costs.

• Isn’t used to physical touch but whenever you’re sad he’ll definitely give you lots of cuddles.

• Will let you babble on and on.

• Isn’t the best advice giver but he’ll help you in his own way.

• Demons aren’t used to comforting others after all so he needs to ease up to it.

• Proceeds to ask you what he can do to make you feel better!

• You cry frequently and it honestly concerns him.

• Once you finally tell him you’re just sensitive and that you cry over things easily he’ll understand.

• Lays down with you and holds you firmly against his chest as you cry your little heart out.

• Forehead kisses too.

• Akaza is a gentleman! Would so cook your favorite meals whenever you’re having a bad day.

• He isn’t toxic in any way. Just his only red flag is probably being too overprotective? (If you could even call that a red flag)

Sekido

• Let’s be completely honest.

• Sekido is going to be aggravated over the fact you’re a crybaby.

• He’ll be passive aggressive towards you.

• Not because he hates you, or because he’s mad at you. This is all just a cover up because he legitimately has no clue how to help you or comfort you.

• He’s very uneducated and inexperienced when it comes to this kind of situation.

• Sekido just grows more angered with myself that he doesn’t know how to help you. Instead of communicating with you about it he just takes his frustrations out on you.

• This makes you even more upset and only turns you into a bigger of a crybaby.

• Sekido secretly feels horrible.

• Eventually he mans up and apologizes stubbornly. Admits that he’s not used to comforting others and isn’t a fan of crying.

• Of course you forgive him because you know how he is. You know that he didn’t mean it.

• Sekido is not exactly uncomfortable around those who are sensitive. I mean, he deals with Aizetsu so he’s used to it.

• Sekido isn’t just used to comforting others.

• In fact, he’s HORRIBLE at it.

• The best you’ll get is cuddles (if you’re lucky)

• Then again, he ain’t used to this 😔😔

• Fortunately for you, Sekido will do his best to try and appear less intimidating around you.

• Lowers the volume of his booming voice for you and attempts to act more soothing around your presence.

• See? he does care. Just is not ideal at showing it.

• Like the other demons if anyone made you cry Sekido will definitely take care of them for you!

Karaku

• THIS MAN ADORES YOU! (in a peculiar way..)

• The second he sees you a crying mess he’s scooping you up into his arms and cradling you.

• He’ll lay down with you and allow you to lay your head on his chest as you cry.

• Karaku will understand if you’re upset over something that actually makes sense but if it’s something tiny he’s like; ???

• Teases you about it:(

• Similar to Douma, he gets off by how you rely on him when you’re an emotional wreck.

• Sometimes Karaku will purposely make you cry because he’s lowkey a sadist.

• Karaku has that little secret smirk on his face whenever you start babbling about whatever it is upset you.

• Just shushes you as your babbling continues.

• First, he will comfort you before gladly executing the asshole who hurt your fragile little heart.

• “Awhh! It’s okay darlin’ you don’t have to worry about them anymore!!”

• Once he debated on whether or not he should tell you that he kills whoever upset you.

• Unlike the other uppermoons for some reason he doesn’t tell you that he killed the person who made you cry.

• Karaku doesn’t say anything in hidden fear that he’ll scare you more or make you cry again.

• Don’t get me wrong, loves comforting you, loves how you need him, but he also hates seeing you cry.

• Always wants you to feel satisfied and happy!

• Karaku will do ANYTHING in his power to get your tears to stop.

• Offers you sex to help you feel better 💀 (bros a hypersexual)

• However, if he’s having a bad day then he might not be the best at comfort. But if he’s not having a bad or unusual day then he dedicates all his time to you and you alone!

Aizetsu

• Aizetsu understands you more than anyone else.

• He also has the strong tendency to be a crybaby himself.

• At first, Aizetsu will he too shy to comfort you.

• This is is mostly because he is afraid he might do something wrong.

• But eventually he gets over it.

• Aizetsu feels bad for you and would hate to leave you alone.

• He does what you do to comfort him whenever he’s upset.

• Like you, small things will trigger his emotions.

• So he relates to you in a way.

• Aizetsu adores you and loves you so much!

• Will give you all the attention and comfort you need.

• Aizetsu will even ditch missions just to take care of you. He’d hate to leave you alone.

• You’re always there for him whenever he’s feeling down so of course he’s going to do the same for you!

• He desperately wants to hurt whoever made you cry

• Unlike the others, Aizetsu will listen to you and not murder who hurt you if you protest against it. He respects you and doesn’t want you to feel even more hurt.

• Y’all are both big crybabies together.

• Crying sessions? yes. 100%.

• Aizetsu will hold you and play with your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear to soothe your nerves.

• Literally on the verge of tears whenever he sees you cry:(

• He isn’t a big fan of seeing you upset so he’ll do anything to make his precious S/O smile!

• “You don’t know how much your smile means to me..”

Urogi

• HATES seeing you cry.

• Becomes veryyyy overprotective.

• But not to worry! He will never judge you.

• Might tease you a TINY bit though.

• Okay, i’m bluffing, he’ll tease you A LOT. not as much as Douma and Karaku though.

• Urogi will only really tease you when you’re crying over something small.

• Knows when something is up or when you’re holding back tears. It’s pretty damn obvious no there’s no need to lie to him.

• As i said before, Urogi won’t ever judge you!

• The moment you begin to break down you’re scooped up into his arms

• “Hey, hey, hey! what’s the matter, sweetheart?”

• Will pressure you into telling him what’s wrong.

• Isn’t too thrilled when he realizes how downright negative you are.

• Probably forces you to smile, he’ll gently use his talons to force your lips into a smiling while chuckling at you. (Tries not to accidentally cut you in the process)

• Gives you reassurance that he’s here for you and there is no need to feel upset!!

• Is more than happy to kill the unworthy bastard who made you dry.

• I feel like Urogi would just take you flying somewhere to get some fresh hair. That’ll help, right?!

• The type to wrap his wings around you. His wings are quite big so he loves seeing how tiny you look in them.

• Tickle fights? yes! definitely! Wants to see a real smile so this menace will begin ticking you out of no where until you’re a giggling mess.

• Urogi is the talkative type so he will keep talking to you in hopes that’ll calm you down/distract you at least.

That’s about all! I apologize if some of them are shorter than the others. Thank you for sending in this request! i’m working on more at the moment so my apologies if it takes me awhile to post.

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sha-n-dowbannedlol · 1 year

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Alhaitham — Nothing ever goes according to plan

It is no secret that Alhaitham is a man of many talents and extreme knowledge—however, one thing that he is willing to admit that he knows little to nothing about is the Art of Romance. Which is why when he caught wind of the budding feelings that he had for you, and when he realized that he actually wants to do something about said feelings, he turned to the one thing he knew he could trust; books.

(No matter how much Kaveh claims to be an expert on the topic, Alhaitham would much rather eat his own shoe than to approach his roommate for advice.)

Which lead to his situation now. The book in his hand was surprisingly quite heavy, a few inches thick with red leather as covering. He almost lets out a scowl as his gaze traces the gold lettering spelling out the title of the book.

Introduction to the Psychology of Love and Attraction.

"Give them a bouquet of flowers"

"Which flowers would be optimal for a confession?" The forest ranger's ears twitch, looking at Alhaitham with a raised brow, quoting the gray-haired man's words, "What's gotten into you, Alhaitham?"

The Scribe inwardly cringes, he knew he should've just went into the House of Daena and researched himself, but when he managed to catch the sight of a certain former botanical scholar turned forest ranger, he couldn't stop himself from approaching him and asking the question. Tighnari furrows his brows to think, before turning his back to Alhaitham and tending to one of the many flowers planted in Pardis Dhyai.

"Red tulips declare love, begging the recipient to believe in your confession. Gerbera Daisies shows desire for a relationship. Sunflowers can be used to tell someone their presence brightened up your life. Garden Cosmos may mean to cherish the one you love. Geranium can send the message that they make you happy, and daffodils can represent self-love or a plea; 'please respond to my love'. Or you can just go with the usual red roses." Tighnari responds without a moment's pause, his voice leveled and neutral, just stating facts and information for Alhaitham to absorb, "Though, these messages may vary depending on the source material you've read, but these are the first ones that came to mind."

"Thank you," The gray-haired man no longer sees any reason to prolong this conversation, "I would appreciate it if no one hears of this conversation,"

"Don't worry," The forest ranger didn't turn to face the scribe, but he did wave Alhaitham goodbye, "I don't think anyone will care enough to ask."

Alhaitham didn't waste any more time and headed to the nearest florist, and with the florist's expertise, it didn't take long before they created the optimal bouquet that he could give you to wordlessly clue you in to his feelings. Sure enough, the florist was quick to notice the language that the bouquet was trying to send and teased Alhaitham about it which he pointedly ignore, giving them the payment for the arrangement and acquiring it from their hands before he headed off.

Much to his dismay, however, he couldn't find you anywhere. As it turns out, you left town earlier in the day for your research, the scholar that informed Alhaitham didn't comment on the obvious disappointment on the Scribe's face as he was informed of your whereabouts. But he eventually shrugged it off, you'll be back soon enough. He can just place these flowers in a vase at home (Kaveh would be sure to have one of those laying around) and give them to you when you come back.

Unfortunately, at the day of your return, Alhaitham was greeted with the horrifying sight of a blank vase.

"Kaveh, have you seen the flowers in this vase?"

"Oh?" Kaveh glances up from his plates he's working on, taking quick look at the vase before looking back down at his work, "I threw them away."

Alhaitham almost exploded.

".....What?"

"They already wilted, what, was I supposed to keep it?"

The architect looks up again, mouth still open and was about to give another jab at his roommate but said roommate has already rushed his ay to the door, and the only thing Kaveh caught sight of was the door closing.

"Weird."

Alhaitham looks on with horror at the sight of the closed shop of the florist, and he fell into even more despair at the sign written at the front of the shop, indicating that they will be closed for quite a while.

To rub even more salt to the wound, you actively sought him out that day because a certain scholar couldn't keep their mouths shut about him searching for you, and here you are now asking him as to why the Scribe of the Akademiya was searching for you—outside of his work hours, even.

"The record you borrowed last time," he lied, "It's already past its due date."

"Ah, of course!"

"Know more about their interests, try to indulge yourself in them"

"the main lead from that romantic novel... I love him! He's definitely my type! My ideal man!"

Alhaitham didn't mean to overhear your private conversation with someone else, but it's not like he cares. It doesn't interest him if a fictional character has managed to catch your eye, at the end of the day, that guy is just a figment of imagination anyway. Just a character made up by a bunch or words written in a page.

He truly doesn't care.

Besides, an ideal is just that. An ideal. Nothing more than a fantasy.

He made his way to the House of Daena, eyes sharp as he examines the spine of various books arranged in a neat fashion, keeping an eye out on certain book he's looking for. It took him half of the day before giving up and leaving the library, the book he's searching for still nowhere in sight. The sun is no longer as scalding hot as it was in the noon when the Scribe exits the Akademiya, making a quick trip from one store to another to search for his book but to no avail. The sun was already setting by the time he finally makes his way home, the book he looked so hard for now in his hands.

Entering his home, he basked in the silence from the absence of his roommate, crossing his legs and opening the book in his lap. He can finally read in peace.

"Which physics book are you reading now?" Alhaitham sighs at the familiar voice that rang, followed by the front door closing as the roommate finally made his appearance,

"It's called 'None of your business'."

"Oh, really?" the sarcasm heavily dripped from Kaveh's words, "What's it about?"

"It's a fictional story about the light of Kshahrewar finally minding his own business for once and not bothering his roommate."

"You-" Kaveh's words die down in his throat in shock, his crimson gaze landing on the book being held in the scribe's hand, the words written at the cover catching his attention, "Wait.. I know that book.."

Alhaitham took that as a sign to leave, snapping the book shut in his hand before getting up and turning his back towards the architect.

"Alhaitham," Kaveh's words were of disbelief, the architect glued to his spot near the doorway,

"Are you reading a romantic novel--?"

"If you're going to be hammering things tonight, do it outside."

He slams the door to his room shut with a scowl.

He can't even read in peace.

He just wanted to know what you like so much about this male lead and he can't even do that with that man around.

"Make sure to look out for them"

thump!

A bag was dropped in front of you, prompting you to look up only to be met with the face of the one and only Alhaitham. You confusion must have been showing because he was quick to answer your question without you even voicing them out.

"My roommate made too much food this morning and he asked me to drop it to you." he lied. He figured there wasn't a need for you to know that he woke up extra early today to gather the best ingredients just so he can cook something he deems to be perfect enough as a gift for you.

All of it was worth it, he concludes, as he sees the glint of pure happiness in your eyes at the sight of free food. You were quick to pull the bag towards you, opening it up to take a peek inside the bag.

"Thank you, please send my re-" you were suddenly cut off, and Alhaitham frowns in concern as the excitement in your features was washed away and replaced with disappointment instead. He blinks as you close the bag once again before pushing it towards him.

"I'm sorry, Alhaitham, but... I can't accept this."

"Why?"

"I'm.... allergic to this."

For the first time in his entire life, he suddenly felt the need to slam his head against the wall. Repeatedly.

How- how in the world did he overlook your allergies?

"I see, that is unfortunate." He didn't allow even a drop of his emotion to seep through his words, picking the bag up once again, "I'll be sure to let him know."

"And of course, go on a date."

"Ms. Nilou has a performance at the Grand Bazaar tonight, Care to join me?"

"Are you... talking to me?" The look of disbelief on your face made Alhaitham sigh exasperatedly.

"Is there anyone else within earshot around here?" He responds, a deadpan look on his face.

"I would love to!" you exclaim in response,

Once again, he is graced by the sight of your wide smile, an excited glimmer in your eyes that never failed to make his heart beat rapidly. His breath hitched in his throat as that beautiful smile was finally aimed towards him, and his thoughts has gone haywire. But of course, you were none the wiser, you never could know what he's thinking with that emotionless look on his face.

However, your smile immediately turns to a frown when you seem to have remembered something, and Alhaitham squeezes his eyes shut as he braces himself for another rejection.

"But... I have an exam coming up, I can't slack off." You sounded so disappointed that he couldn't fault you for cancelling even before plans were made,

"Nothing ever goes according to plan.." he sighs, muttering under his breath. He turns his head away from you, his gaze looking off into the far distance.

You frown at the sight. It occurs to you that you weren't the only one disappointed with not being able to go see Nilou's performance with him. You can't help the guilt that start to well up in your chest at the sad look in Alhaitham's eyes.

"Haitham.." you call out to him, and he turns to look at you with a hum. "Why don't you help me study instead?"

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second in surprise at your suggestion, and you almost blurted out that you were just joking and you couldn't possibly waste his precious time. However, his surprised look morphed into one of soft fondness, an almost unnoticeable smile etched on his lips as his usually sharp eyes now look gentle.

"I guess I can do that."

#alhaitham x reader #al haitam x reader #alhaitham #genshin alhaitham #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines

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bitchesgetriches · 4 months

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Bitches! You have a wide audience so I come seeking advice. My family are all of the thin, straight hair variety. I am not. I have long (waist length), thick, curly hair.

Can I get some advice on how to style it and take care of it? I’ve been told my whole life to “just brush it” but I’ve seen on insta and elsewhere that that’s like, the worst thing you can do to curly hair. Please help a confused little bitchling!

Love your content! 💚💙

First off: you sound absolutely gorgeous. Good on you for wanting to take care of your natural hair and let it show its true glory.

HOW BOUT IT, BITCH NATION? ANYONE WITH THICK, CURLY, LONG HAIR WANT TO CHIME IN WITH SPECIFIC ADVICE FOR ANONYPOO?

I (Piggy) love hair, and mine is long, wavy, and thick. If you watch our YouTube you'll see I almost always straighten or curl it. Sounds like we have different textures, but a few things that have absolutely changed my (hair) life are as follows:

I oil my hair once or twice a month using a keratin oil. I used to think that with greasy hair like mine, it would make the situation worse, but an oil treatment actually makes it LESS greasy. It's magic.

I coil my hair into a bun on top of my head when I sleep. This keeps it from getting tangled and sweaty over the night. Plus, if I've curled or straightened it the day before, the style will last longer this way. Lots of people with long hair wear silk caps to bed or braid their hair before sleep for similar reasons.

I wash my hair twice per week instead of every day. Overwashing can be really bad for your hair, but everyone's washing schedule is different. I'd consult a hair stylist about how often you should wash (if you can afford to see one, they'll give you LOTS of expert tips).

I often use a wide-toothed comb to comb it out instead of brushing.

Hair can be a VERY sensitive subject, tied to culture, ethnicity, and oppressive beauty standards. Seek out communities, either online or irl, of people of your ethnicity with the same hair type and texture. They'll have great tips and stories for you!

Also, we wrote a bit about hair here:

Can Looking Weird at Work Be Good for Your Career?

Why Is Short Hair Controversial? An Examination of Expensive, Annoying Beauty Standards

If you found this helpful, tip us.

#hair #hair tips #hair care #long hair #hair stylist

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mrs-kodzuken · 5 months

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So hot for you ♡

Pairing: Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: mostly fluff

CW: fem!reader, girly!reader, making out at school, Kuroo is your cousin, school pride

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Even though Tetsu was a pain in the ass, I still followed his directions. Meaning I'd gotten all the "cute" things he described.

Tetsurō is my cousin, and even though we bicker a lot, he actually helps with 'problems' that I might have and he thought my relationship was one of those problems.

As I obviously spilled everything to him, he became some kind of relationship expert, saying how I should dress cute for Hajime and see how he reacts.

In the way he was telling me, it seemed very harmless, innocent even, but I should have known there would be a hidden meaning to it.

I had woken up earlier than usual, giving me more time to style my hair. I decided on two low pigtails with a cherry hair holder.

I added cherry-flavored red lip gloss along with red earrings.

Somehow, I thought all the red would clash against the blue on my school uniform, but it didn't. Thanks Tetsu for the advice, I reluctantly thought.

I hoped this wouldn't take a turn for the worst.

After I had fixed my outfit, slightly making my top a bit tighter, I took out my contacts and put on my glasses.

Tetsu had typed everything in a message to me for my 'lover boy'.

I wasn't sure how all of this would play out, but I still continued with it. Reading down the list, I put on clear mascara too. Make up wasn't really my thing, so I had to improvise.

When I was finally finished, I ate a small breakfast due to nerves and headed out the door. The next thing was to try to avoid Hajime all day.

I wasn't sure how that was going to play out since I'm the team manager for the volley club, which he's in. So I did the next best thing: stay busy.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the gym. The team were still getting everything set up like the net and hadn't noticed me yet.

I set my bag down on my usual bench and headed for a part of the net to set up.

When I came out of the closet, I could feel their eyes burning holes into my back.

I turned around, looking at all of them carefully. "Well? Aren't you guys going to practice?" I motioned to the gym, and they all got their heads back into it.

I still haven't seen Hajime or Oikawa yet, but deciding not to worry about them, I carried on.

Halfway through morning practice, I heard the obnoxious sounds of the two boys entering the gym.

I quickly turned around to face them, "Morning practice started fifteen minutes ago; where were you guys?" I scolded them, seeing as they should be on time.

They are the captain and vice captain, after all.

"We, uh," Oikawa didn't finish as his eyes were trailing all over me. I could practically feel, and see, the glare Hajime was giving Oikawa.

"Uh, huh, great explanation. Go warm up." I stated it sharply, not caring about whether he was staring or not.

I walked closer to Hajime and said, "Yo, why are you two late? You're literally never late."

No matter how much I started speaking, trying to get his actual attention, his eyes would trail my mouth, the movements of my body, everything.

"Oh great, morning practice is over, guys." I whisked around and signaled for them to hit the showers so they wouldn't smell bad during classes.

Grabbing my bag that I had set on the bench, I quickly walked out of the gym, noticing Hajime keeping up with me.

I don't even know why I followed Tetsu's dumbass advice. Nothing had happened except for me getting stares. Which I didn't enjoy.

Even though I had spent an entire day looking cute, it felt worthless because I was avoiding Hajime.

Tetsu said it'd pay off in the end, but my ears were hurting due to the earrings, and having to reapply lip gloss was a pain after I ate or drank something.

However, I couldn't deny that I looked cute today, more so than usual.

School had already been over, earlier than I expected since I wasn't really paying attention. I was confused about how all of this would pay off.

Since school had ended, that meant I could stop avoiding Hajime, right?

As soon as I saw him, I engulfed him in a warm back hug.

"Hey, Hajime," I said softly, feeling his back muscles.

He suddenly took my hand and sharply led me over to a secluded area, the spot behind the gym. "We need to talk," he stated briefly.

Before I knew it, I was pressed against a wall with Hajime's arms trapping me inside.

A very light blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down. "Everyone was staring at you." He spoke lowly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"You're mine," and suddenly his lips were on mine, roughly kissing me. One of his arms had moved to my waist; the other was still on the wall.

I broke away, looking into his eyes. My heart sped up as I saw my gloss on his lips. I resisted a giggle and leaned back in.

Hijime had picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss. He pressed me against the wall as his tongue slid into my mouth.

Our tongues danced together, swirling around each other. The wet muscles exploring each other's mouths. I could taste my lip gloss, which happened to be in his mouth too.

It all was so hot, I couldn't help but to release small moans into his mouth.

I grinded a bit on his waist and let my hands play with his unusually soft hair.

Of course, he decided to take control and grip my hair, still in the low pigtails. He pulled away, catching his breath, a string of saliva connecting our mouths.

His eyes were lidded, tracing over my features as I'm sure I looked the same.

He had my lip gloss smeared all over his lips, and the taste of my gloss was still in my mouth. I let go of his waist with my legs and caught my breath too.

"Why'd you dress like that, baby?" He asked, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, his arms softly gripping my waist.

I could tell he didn't want to further this moment whilst we were at school.

"Well, I was doing what my cousin said," I trailed off, getting my phone out to show him when I was stopped by a glance at the time.

"Uh, Hajime? We should have been at practice twenty minutes ago."

I showed him the time instead, and he whispered an, "Oh, shit.."

Grabbing our bags, we calmly and quickly walked to the gym.

I looked over to him, seeing his lips red and plump from the making out. My gloss was still on his face, and it was sparkly too.

Hajime's hair was a bit messy from my fingers running through it.

I saw all of this but decided to pretend I didn't, wanting to see the outcome. We had walked in together, making his teammates stare.

"Where were you guys?" Oikawa asked, a hand on his hip.

"Sorry, I was doing stuff," Hajime answered, setting his bookbag down and stretching his arms, preparing to practice.

I turned towards Oikawa, who was taking a sip of his water, not curious anymore. Perfect timing.

"I'm stuff."

With those two words, I had managed to get him to spit his drink out onto the floor.

"Come again?" he wheezed out, coughing madly.

"Man, I wish." I smirked with my answer, knowing I'd get scolded by Iwaizumi later.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

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slayfics · 1 year

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oh my GOD im absolutely enjoying ur muichiro oneshots and chapters. You really are a talented writer making my heart flutter everytime 🥺❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 and i thought it would be really adorable if u wrote a oneshot similar to the raining scenario where muichiro gets sick because he lets u train under the shade while he stands outside to watch out for any demons. how would the reader react to a sleepy and sick muichiro 😦😦

You look after a sick Muichiro.

You read the letter from Shinobu over three times just to make sure you got the instructions right before walking back to Muichiro’s room. Muichiro was laying down in his bed with his eyes closed. You were afraid to wake him but sensing your presence he opened his eyes slightly and looked over at you.

“Miss Kocho has written back. She said that if your fever doesn’t break by tomorrow morning we should go to the Butterfly Mansion to have you looked after. She also gave me a few instructions to help until then.”

“What was her advice?” He asked.

“Oh right! I’ll be right back!” You said and hurried off. Shinobu had said to make sure Muichiro drank a lot of water and to place a damp washcloth on his forehead.

You quickly grabbed a washcloth and ran it under some water then rung it out to make sure it wasn’t too wet. Then you filled a glass of water and came back to his room. Muichiro had closed his eyes again. Seeing him this way was painful. If he hadn’t made it a big deal to stay out training you while the weather was bad he wouldn’t be this sick. Hearing you approaching he opened his eyes slightly again.

“She said to put this on your forehead and to make sure you drank a lot of water.”

“Very well.” Muichiro said grabbing the damp washcloth and placing it on his forehead but over his hair. You weren’t an expert at tending to any sicknesses, but you were pretty sure the washcloth was supposed to go directly on his forehead, not on top of his hair.

“Umm... mind if I help you?”

“Go ahead.” He said. You carefully picked up the washcloth then moved his hair off of his forehead then placed the washcloth back on.

“Oh, that does feel better.” He said.

“Make sure you drink all of this too when you can.” You said placing the water next to his bed.

“Ok.” He said then closed his eyes again. You started to walk out of the room when you heard him rustle in bed. You turned around to see him staring at you. “Do you need something else?” You asked.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my room, you need to rest.”

“Yes, but you can stay.” He said.

“Oh... Ok.” You said walking back into the room. Muichiro closed his eyes again and you weren't sure what to make of the situation. Did he just not want to be alone? You weren't sure what to do so you stood by the bed for a bit.

“You don’t have to just stand there.” He said after a few moments passed. You looked around the room unsure of what he wanted you to do.

Muichiro’s room was painfully simple. Just a bed and a big window that looked over the always foggy mountain. Did he mean for you to sit on the bed then?

You awkwardly sat on the other end of the bed while Muichiro sat up and drank some water. You watched him to see his reaction to you sitting on the bed, as you were still unsure if this is what he wanted you to do.

“It’s late you should rest too.” He said as he laid back down.

“You... want me to rest here?” You asked him to clarify. Muichiro did not speak but nodded his head slightly and watched you carefully with big eyes. You had never seen him look so vulnerable before. Seeing him with the damp washcloth on his head and pale completion made you want to care for him as best as you could, and if that meant keeping him company while he didn’t feel well you didn’t mind. You slowly laid down next to him. Muichiro closed his eyes and seemed to be more at ease.

“Goodnight” He finally said with his eyes still closed.

“Goodnight Tokito.” You responded, as you watched his breathing slow and deepen as he fell asleep.

Thank you so much for your support and kind words. I hope this is what you were looking for, or at the very least gives you a smile! I had fun writing it, thank you for the request~

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Being Sherlock's wife and going through the pregnancy would include:

Warning: It's Sherlock, he's a great man. fluff, aftermath of The Final Problem, sweet, baby, Sherlock is a great husband, pregnancy, Baby William creation.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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• Him, dumbfounded and stunned when you told the news that you are pregnant which causes you to be concerned with the lack of response from him.

"I think you broke him" John.

•But later Sherlock recovers from the state of loading his information by hugging you tightly and repeatedly saying you two have become parents.

• Since you are still in the early stages of pregnancy, Sherlock will monitor your diet and recommend routines that should be followed by pregnant women. That's after he did research for pregnant women on Google.

• Concerned with the safety of you and the baby when you insist on joining him and John to solve cases. Even if you are still early in your pregnancy and capable of doing your work, saying that you don't need to tire yourself, but later let you join him and John.

• Morning sickness? don't worry Sherlock is always alert to your situation so don't be surprised if he suddenly appears behind you just to hold your hair as you vomit all the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

• Headaches? Sherlock can give you paracetamol and massage your head. Body aches? automatically, Sherlock is good at massage

• When it comes to the middle of pregnancy, the majority of pregnant women will have cravings with weird combinations of food. So you are no exception.

• Lemon and Honey? Sherlock can take the pickle and peanut butter boots? Sherlock doesn't know if the one he married all this time is human or not.

• wake up late at night just to eat something spicy? Sherlock automatically got up and left the flat for the sake's of you.

• you are also no exception to mood swings and your victim is Sherlock. Obviously.

• from sad to angry to happy and Sherlock handles your mood easily because he really expects you to be like that. He will be the place where you release your mood swings as long as you don't kill him.

• John being an expert about pregnancy (Mary preggo tadaa) gave him advice to handle pregnant women.

"and don't stress her out, Sherlock" John obviously.

• And now the awaited time has arrived. As your stomach is getting bigger and rounder, Sherlock can't keep his hands on his side because he always puts his big hands on your stomach just to feel the baby in that stomach.

• he will kneel and talk to the baby in the stomach which becomes a daily routine in these few months. He excitedly talked about his cases. Obviously.

• Him, excited when he gets a response from the baby in the stomach like a baby kicking your stomach because the baby is excited with his father. Often leaving you gasping for breath due to indigestion being kicked by the baby in the stomach.

• rub your belly every night and hug you from the back every time you sleep.

• when it comes to last month of pregnancy, your body aches and back pain are getting worse and Sherlock always helps you.

• he will whisper words of comfort in your ear as he hugs you from behind and strokes your hair to convince you that you are a strong person as you are having a mental breakdown.

• But overall, everything turns out fine and you don't have a mental breakdown anymore. Thanks to your loving husband.

• Excited because there are only a few weeks left before he will meet his baby and always finding some good names for his baby.

• Gender? nahh he doesn't care about that as long as the baby comes out well.

"Tina?" Sherlock.

"sounds like somebody's aunt" You.

•talking with baby has become traditions now. And he cannot wait to hold his baby.

• last week of pregnancy, he already took you to the hospital in case you give birth early. Bags and all facilities such as baby clothes and diapers have been packed by Sherlock. So no need to worry.

• John gave him a word of advice about the newborn. Such as what he should do and what he shouldn't do so that he won't panic.

• Rosie is excited to meet her new friend and always stuck with you while talking to the baby in your belly. She already sees you as a mother figure as hers has passed away. So no wonder she always stuck with you.

• When it's time for you to give birth, Sherlock will be where you endure the pain when you push the baby out of your vagina. He doesn't care if his hand is broken because you grabbed it or you swear at him. He's always there.

• Him, saying that you are strong and encouraging you to push the baby.

• panic when everything was quiet for a moment but sighed in relief when he heard the sound of his baby crying for the first time. He rubbed your head happily.

• Him, support his bundle of joy in both hands and smile genuinely as he found out that he got a boy.

• William Scott Hamish Holmes. That's your baby's name and his.

• Kiss William's forehead tenderly and whisper some words like welcome him to the family of Holmes.

• He is always there when you need him. What a great husband.

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Princess ( Yeosang )

Your fingers gently slid across the pages of the book you were reading as your head rested on the truck of a tree.

The gentle breeze of the forest ruffles your hair causing the lavender scent in your hair to gently waft around your surroundings.

You enjoyed these little moments of peace away from the watchful eye of the palace gaurd away from the noise of the city.

Being a princess was a privilege few could ever experience.

You had anything and even a girl could ever desire except freedom.

So you particularly tried to draw them out as much as you could.

Just as you were about to get fully ingulfied in the tales of dragons and knights in shining armour you heard a soft groan emerge from the woods.

It could just be an animal or the wind.

Paying no heade to it you turned back to the book.

But the soft wailing persisted only getting more dreadful as time passed.

You were at a distance from the palace so it wasn't as if you could call for help.

The wailing of pains persistence behind you sounding like an injured animal begging to be put out of its misery.

The least you could do was give it a painless and Swift end.

That's what your father the king had thought you to be kind even while faced with adversities.

Clutching your dagger you ventured into the woods expecting to see an injured animal only to be met with an angel.

His skin gleamed in the light that entered through the tall forest trees.

Dispite being covered in blood and muck he still looked other worldly.

His eyes were closed and his breath laboured in pain.

Hands clutching a gaping would in his abdomen.

You hesitantly closed the distance between him and you.

Acting quickly tearing off a piece of your gown to apply pressure onto the would using the rest of the fine cloth to wrap around him to stop the bleeding at first he tried to push you away.

He had lost to much strength from bleeding that his protests barely affected your mission of helping him.

Once you were done wrapping the bandage around him you sat him up resting his back onto a tree telling him to wait as you would call for help.

He gingerly opened his eyes taking in your features his hand outstretched weakly trying to reach out to yours as if to tell you not to leave me here alone. You gave him a reassuring smile promising him that you would be back.

He gave up any more protest as he watched you make your way into the woods.

In search of the iron Smiths cabin who lived nearby. The old man had know you since you were a child and had often kept a watchful eye over you during your secret trips into the forest as he was loyal to your father.

At times he would show you around the woods teaching you about the ways of the land the plants used to heal and the ones used to poison.

You would often pay him a visit before you left leaving behind a baked treat that you had nicked from the royal kitchen in exchange for the knowledge he imparted onto you.

But truth be told he would do it for free as he loved you as one of his own.

So you could only imagine the terror on his face when he saw you covered in blood with your dress in tatters.

His hands already grabbing an axe ready to chop off the head of the man who dare lay a hand on his princess.

Only when you explained the whole situation in detail did he calm down. Following you as you lead the way to the injured man in the woods.

Grabbing the handsome man a taking him into the his cabin he was quiet impressed by your handy work he had taught you well.

The wound was dressed expertly and the herbal balm of roughly crushed leaves you had made in a hurry had managed to stop the bleeding.

He assured you that the man would live and advised you to return to the palace before the night came.

You took his advice leaving the man in the expert care of the smith.

Venturing back into the palace were you were a bird in a golden cage.

That day as you lay awake in bed your thoughts were clouded with the images of the man in the forest did he make it out alive or had the forest claimed another.

The next time you visited the smith he told you that man healed well and that some soldiers had taken him with them.

Having your curiosity satisfied you left back to the palace living your routine life as it had been before.

Yeosang's POV:

Him and a small group of soldiers were out hunting in the forests bordering your kingdom.

When he wasn't out slaughtering humans he prefred hunting down animals.

It gave him a thrill something so primal about being the predictor hunting down prey the he could smell the fear of him enemies as he approached them.

Although beautiful he was terrifying.

The face of an angel with a heart even the devil would think twice before messing with.

He had inherited the kingdom of Artem after the death of his father at the age of 14.

Since then rulling it with an iron fist.

He was intelligent and ruthless.

Conquering kingdom after Kingdom within a few years capturing nearly the entire eastern world.

He was an logical man and kept the favour of his subjects he only taxed them what was necessary and made sure all their basic needs were met.

He kept his people safe and that was all it took were other kings took and took from their people yeosang never shared the same greed. He didn't lust for treasure he only cared about power.

This mixed with the support of his people he became a formidable force with a large army of loyal soldiers he lead a blood thirsty force.

Where rivers turned red form the blood he spilt.

Being so cruel he had managed to earn a few powerful enemies one such trailing behind him waiting for a chance to strike.

An assain sent by a defeated king to stab him in the back and earn a cowards revenge.

He attacked yeosang when he had ventured into a blind spot in the woods.

Sending an arrow into his abdomen causing him to fall off his horse.

Snapping off the rest of the arrow with only the tip still loged in he unseathed his sword ready to behead his attacker.

Before the assailant had a chance to send a second arrow to finish the job.

Yeosang send his dagger flying into the man's throat effectively slicing right through it.

He had to get back to camp before more came after him.

His horse was spooked by the attack and ran off into the woods.

He followed the hoof prints his strength leaving him as blood contined to gush down him.

He decided to lay down for a second to gain some strength he feared the end was near.

He couldn't believe it.

The battles he had won only to die alone in the woods.

He chuckled at his pathetic state of being he tried getting up but was too light headed.

The darkness engulfed him it was like drowning in a dark lake and black abyss.

Everything was so dark as he decended into the cold confies.

Floating aimlessly

A bright light pierced through the darkness an outstretched hand grabbing his cold hand it's warmth seeping into him like the elixer of life.

The first thing he was was your face.

The worried look on your face as you tended to his wouds.

You were so beautiful so prestine.

From the gentle curve of your lips

To the warmth of your soft yet skilled hands.

The gentle smell of lavender oil that wafted from your body.

If this is what heaven looked like he would happily die a thousand deaths.

He struggled to grab onto you as you disappeared into the woods the smile on your face assured him that you would be back.

That was his last conciosus thought.

The next thing he knew he was surrounded by his men in a cabin of a smith.

As they took him back to his kingdom to heal him further.

Thanking the man he asked who the girl was who saved him without thinking much the smith told him that it was the kind princess taking yeosang for being a mere soldier.

Told him that he was lucky that the princess had helped a low born soldier like him.

He didn't choose to correct the smith and simply nodded and handed him a few gold coins in return for his kindness as he left back home.

He spent the next week's to come tormented by her memories her face haunted his dreams.

The light that surrounded seeped into his skin.

He was going mad he had to have her at any cost.

No matter how many men had to die

No matter how many kingdoms he had to burn down.

Decideding to have a more level headed approch he sent an envoy to your father asking for your hand in marriage.

You were the dearest of his children so the king sent a swift reply of rejection stating that you had been promised to another.

Yeosang was used to getting anything he wanted and it was the first time in his life that he faced such a swift rejection.

His ego was wounded.

Even the mightest of men hesitated before they spoke to him and some king of a tiny mountain nation had the audacity to reject his generosity. He would have none of it.

He knew your army wouldn't stand a chance against his.

That night he stormed your palace with his men beheding the gaurds and killing anyone that stand in his way.

He blocked off all the exits.

Gathering all the members of the royal family into the courtyard onto their knees.

He searched for you in the palace like a madman your name echoing through the halls of the palace.

But you remained hidden in your chamber only when the threat of slaughtering your family was heard did you leave your chamber.

You stood before him.

His body was covered in the blood of your soldier.

He didn't speak a word as he dragged you with him to a balcony that faced the courtyard now used to hold your family hostage.

He gave you a simple choice marry him of watch them die.

It didn't really matter what you chose he would kill them anyway he just enjoyed watching the fear in your eyes.

He had already ordered his men to behead them and hoist their head on spikes to serve as a lesson for anyone that denied him.

He set ablaze your kingdom which burned for days on end.

The once beautiful city was reduced to nothing but ashes and bones.

You watched helplessly strapped on his horse and you and your new husband rode off into the night illuminated by the fires burning down your home.

You watched as his face was smug with his latest trophy in his arms as tears streaked down it's face.

That's all you were to him a trophy that he would lock away in a high tower that no one could admire but him.

You were his slave more than his equal.

Your first night spent together no one was allowed to even look you in the eye you were far to precious to be tainted by the lowly gaze of those beneith him.

Locked away in a golden tower awaiting his return was the only thing you needed to worry about the only person in your life was him.

He was your god

He was your captor.

No one was coming to save you.

He thought you should consider yourself lucky to be his so completely.

As he laid down gentle kisses adorning your body with lilac and crimson marks.

As he took you beneith the moon light that illuminated your prison.

In these tender moments you would nearly forget his cruelty as you melted into his warm embrace.

That often time felt like chains

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livingformintyoongi1 · 2 months

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ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Maid Dressﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Pairing: Taehyung x Fem! Reader

MDNI

wc: 2.2k

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You grimaced as you looked at the suit for what felt like the thousandth time. Actually it was only the fifth, but it felt like the thousandth. You tried to think of the pros and cons of wearing the suit. Among the pros was the fact that it didn't look as revealing as you thought it would, among the cons was the fear that you would scare your boyfriend away by wearing such a controversial outfit. You didn't even know if he liked this kind of thing, but Soyeon swore to you that it would do the trick, and that Taehyung would definitely fall for it instantly when he saw you wearing it. And you believed her, she was the expert on the subject after all.

You took the suit out of the red velvet box it was kept in. It was a little shorter than you were used to wearing, but you weren't going out wearing it anyway, so you didn't care much. You took off your clothes and put on the short maid costume that Soyeon had given you. It took you a little while to fasten the back, but you still managed it. You walked over to the full-length mirror in Taehyung's closet and looked at your reflection.

The suit was black with white lace, and there was no fabric underneath, so there was nothing covering your skin on the lace side. The black parts were translucent, but it covered enough that you didn't feel completely exposed. In addition to the costume, there were black fishnet stockings and two other white lace ribbons adorned with a small black ribbon in the center; one of them went around the neck, the other around the thigh.

The suit as such didn't look so bad on you, indeed, it seemed to be made to fit you, and that made you feel much more confident than at the beginning. However, that didn't change the fact that you were terrified of the idea of Taehyung seeing you alone with this on. What if he felt uncomfortable seeing you like this? What if he was embarrassed to have sex wearing such a strange outfit? You didn't want to scare him away, but you also didn't want him to get bored of you, so you asked your friend for advice on what to do to keep the relationship fun. It never crossed your mind that she would opt to buy you a see-through maid outfit.

"Y/N? Are you...?" Taehyung stood in the doorway, static, running his gaze all over your body.

You had no idea at what point he had arrived, you hadn't even heard the door or Yeontan barking for his return. It took you a while to react and realize that you were wearing a translucent maid's dress, and that he was watching at that very moment. You don't think you've ever been as embarrassed as you were at this moment.

"What are you doing here!?" you squealed, covering your chest with your arms, feeling your cheeks getting even hotter. You were dying of embarrassment.

"T-this is my house!" he replied in alarm. You hadn't noticed because of your embarrassment, but he was just as flushed as you were, maybe even more so.

"Right, sorry" you stirred in your place, trying to use your hair to cover the lacy part. "God, this is so embarrassing, if I had known you'd be here earlier I wouldn't have tried it on" you mumbled, completely avoiding your boyfriend's gaze.

He hadn't taken his off you since he saw you.

"Why...?" he said quietly, pointing at you. You knew what he meant even if he didn't put it into words. You'd be wondering the same thing too if you saw Taehyung in a maid outfit.

"Soyeon told me you'd like it" you said almost in a whisper, looking at your hands, "but I can't help but feel it's too... I don't know, weird?" you let out a sigh, looking at your boyfriend, "and I wasn't a hundred percent sure you'd like the outfit either."

"I love it!" he hurried to say, nodding his head quickly, "obviously I like it, it looks perfect on you" he clarified, moving closer to you and taking your hands, "it's just that I was a little surprised, and I also didn't want to, you know, overwhelm you too much."

He brought your hands up to the height of his face so he could kiss your knuckles. His gaze was once again fixed on you, but this time it seemed a little more different than before, a little more clouded and dark. You couldn't help but shiver at them, because you were so damn sure of what that look meant.

He wanted you, right now, in this moment, in this place, and in those same clothes, and you were more than willing to satisfy him, because his pleasure was your pleasure, and that would never change.

"Can I touch you?" he whispered huskily next to your ear. You barely nodded and he already had his hands on you.

You never quite understood what Taehyung's obsession with your waist was, but you didn't question it either, you just enjoyed how good his hands felt on your body. It made you feel so small and helpless, but, at the same time, important and secure. You couldn't help but wonder what you had done to deserve such a perfect man like this.

He spent a few minutes caressing and giving light squeezes on your waist while his lips took over kissing, marking and biting any empty space on your shoulders and neck. During those minutes you just devoted yourself to enjoying his attention to you. You hugged his waist, caressing his back and scratching him gently each time he bit or marked your skin a little harder.

"Let me see how well it fits you," he said, lifting you in his arms to carry you to the bed. All the way there, Taehyung took neither his eyes nor his lips off you. "Well, let's see" he smiled meanly at you, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt. "Where should I start?" he sighed dramatically, leaning over you and holding both your wrists above your head.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his face so close to you. You couldn't help but lick your lips, they felt so dry and useless without Taehyung's on them.

He was still face to face with you, but his gaze was no longer on your face, but on your chest. He loved watching it rise and fall in an accelerated fashion, and all just because of what his closeness provoked in you. He took such fucking pride in making you feel that way without any kind of prior stimulation.

"Would you rather I start at the top..." he whispered over your lips, barely running his free hand down the middle of your breasts. If you hadn't been too stunned, you would have been embarrassed at how your body reacted almost immediately to his touch, causing your breast to move even closer to his hand. "...Or underneath?" he said as his hand moved down your abdomen to your sensitive area. You couldn't help but let out a moan as you felt his hand so close there.

You weren't thinking straight, being honest, you weren't even thinking in the first place. It's not like it was that easy to turn you on, but Taehyung was making the task too difficult, and you saw no reason to stop your desires. The two of you were a couple, you'd been together for almost two years, what would be wrong with just one of his glances making your head instantly go blank? He had that effect on you even before you made it official. Sometimes you wondered if you managed to have that same effect on him.

"Well?" He looked up as his hand travels down your leg until it reaches your knee, where he took the opportunity to flex it so he could wrap it around your waist. You almost choked as you felt his member against your center. You didn't expect the dress to excite him so much.

"Uhm, over the top?" you mumbled, trying to think as clearly as possible. It was too hard being aware of how big and excited Tae was right now.

"Okay" he smiled, bringing your hand up to touch the straps of your dress and fiddle with them. He lowered his face until it was in front of your collarbones, kissing and nibbling on the bone that was barely peeking out, eliciting moans and gasps from you.

Taehyung had already released your hands, but only momentarily, unable to pull your dress down with your arms up. You rubbed your hips against his, needing more of his attention, needing him to be as close to you as possible.

He just smiled as he sensed how needy you were. He pulled the straps of your dress down until they were completely off your arms and, as soon as they were off, he held your hands again. With the hand he still had free, he slowly lowered the top of your dress, just until your breasts were exposed.

He licked his lips, sighing as he watched you shiver at the cool air hitting your bare nipples. He couldn't help but give a slight lunge against your hips. You weren't the only one losing control being in a situation like this.

He let his mouth take over your right breast, while his free hand played with your left. You tried to grab the sheet and be able to hold on to it, but Tae still had your hands wrapped around his, so you just clenched them into a fist and moaned in a gasp.

You felt ashamed of how sensitive you could be.

You closed your eyes, letting pleasure flood your every sense. You leaned your head back against the bed. You felt good, so good.

You bit the inside of your lip as you felt Taehyung's kisses slowly drift down, causing your whole body to writhe beneath him. His hand kept fiddling with your left nipple, pinching and squeezing it as he pleased.

Taehyung let your hands free the moment his mouth gathered on your lower abdomen. He finished removing the dress, leaving you alone with your underwear on. Now his hands took over gripping your hips firmly. He kissed the edge of your black underwear, then moved directly to your inner thigh. He had released the right side of your hip so he could lift your leg and rest it on his shoulder.

You clung to his hair, pulling on it every time you felt the pleasure was too strong to bear. The inside of your thigh was too sensitive, and he knew it well enough to use that against you. You weren't going to complain about it anyway.

"Honey, could you lift your hips a little?" he whispered, nibbling on the skin of your leg gently enough not to hurt you, but hard enough to make your whole body tremble under his touch.

You did as he asked, feeling a little embarrassed as it sunk in how exposed you were before him. Yes, you had been together for a long time, but almost every time you were intimate you did it in very dim lights, you felt much safer if he couldn't see something that might upset him.

Taehyung seemed to notice your insecurity, or so you thought as he moved up to face you, taking your lips between his. The kiss was deepening as he moved down your underwear, but you were too focused on him to worry about how you looked at the moment. You didn't understand how someone could kiss so roughly and intimately at the same time, but you were pleased at the idea that you had discovered it with Taehyung and not some random man. You loved the thought that Taehyung would always, in some way or another, find a way to give you your first times, and make each one of them the best experience of your life.

You moaned slightly annoyed as you felt him pull away from you, but the annoyance dissipated almost instantly. He couldn't kiss you while his shirt was off, and the idea of kissing him with his shirt off was much more tempting than kissing him with it on, so you forgave him.

You looked at his abdomen, now much more marked than the first time you did it, and for the first time you thought it was kind of attractive on a man. Your fingertips itched from the desire you had to touch him.

"Keep your gaze on me, honey," he took your chin, forcing you to look up so you could see him. Air caught in your throat as you saw his dark gaze on you. "I want you to be aware that the one who is going to make you feel so fucking good is me, to think of me and only me" he strokes your chin gently, his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. "I don't want you to think about anything else but me for the next few hours, understood?".

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Miss ortega | j.o

part 15

User: Who are you?

Unknown

Both of us know that I won't reveal who I am.

Unknown

Save the detective nonsense, just stay alert.

Unknown:

Ah, perhaps later I'll give you another gift, who knows 😜"

I don't respond to the messages and continue staring at the phone with concern. I bite my lower lip and think about how to confront this unpleasant situation.

—Are you okay, honey?— I lift my head and look towards the voice. My girlfriend appears in pajamas, hair damp from the recent shower. I smile timidly as I see Jenna approaching.

The side of the bed sinks, and a hand gently takes mine. I sigh and look at the phone in my hands.

—I... — I take a breath. —I received a very strange message from an unknown person.– I confess and glance at Jenna.

Jenna is surprised by this revelation and shivers down her spine. Her eyes widen in surprise and concern as she looks at me.

—What do you mean by a message from an unknown person? What did it say?—She looks at me with shining and worried eyes.

I take a deep breath and try to control the agitation before responding.

—The message said that this person knows about our relationship. I don't know how it's possible, Jenna. I'm really scared.– I admit quickly, and Jenna's face turns completely white with fear.

Jenna wraps herself even tighter around me, trying to comfort me.

—We have to face this situation together. Do you have any idea who could be the person who sent the message? We can try to gather more information and take necessary steps to protect ourselves.—Jenna bites her lower lip, resting her chin on my head as she tries to stay close to me.

I shake my head, still filled with worry in my eyes.

—I have no idea who it could be. I checked the sender's number, but it seems to be anonymous. I also don't have any suspicions about who else might know about our relationship.— I place a hand on hers and hold onto her embrace.

Jenna tries to stay calm despite the fear settling in her.

—We need to be cautious and find ways to protect ourselves. We could contact the authorities and report what happened. Additionally, we should be even more careful with our devices and personal information. Maybe we could also consult a cybersecurity expert for more advice.—Jenna suggests, and I raise an eyebrow at her proposal.

I discreetly move away from her embrace and look at her with confusion.

—Love, that would be a good idea... but have you considered that we should inform the authorities about the reason for this investigation?— I look at Jenna as she pushes a strand of hair away from her face. —You know... I'm of legal age... but you're still my teacher—I affirm, and Jenna absentmindedly nods, blushing under my gaze.

Jenna understands her partner's concerns and the importance of protecting their relationship by approaching the situation discreetly. Both decide to explore other options to uncover the identity of the unknown person.

—You're right. We need to be cautious and find a way to discover this person's identity without jeopardizing our relationship. There are other avenues we can pursue.— She smiles genuinely and looks at me with admiration.

I nod, showing signs of relief as Jenna understands my worry.

—Yes, exactly. We can try to gather more information about this person independently. I can do online searches or check social media activities to see if we find any clues. Maybe we could also try to trace the origin of the message.— My eyes shine with enthusiasm at the idea, almost getting excited about playing the role of a detective.

Jenna agrees with my words and thinks about possible actions that could help us in our investigation.

—These are excellent ideas. We could also try to contact a cybersecurity expert or a private investigator to help us uncover the person's identity. We need to make sure we protect ourselves and uncover the truth.—Jenna hugs me gently, and I respond with enthusiasm.

—Shall we go to sleep now?— I yawn and close my eyes, enjoying her soothing caress through my hair.

—We could also... have a meeting with the only people who know about us at school.— I timidly affirm, and Jenna murmurs her agreement in my ear. Her nails in my hair relax me immensely.

—Alright, love. Let's get some rest.—She whispers, and I relax in her arms. I rest my head in the curve of her neck and sigh lovingly.

—Goodnight, Jen.—I murmur softly, my voice slightly muffled as my lips are against her skin.

—Goodnight, t/n.— My girlfriend whispers in response.

(...)

— Well, girls... why have you contacted us? — Enid asked timidly, looking at us with concern.

During the meeting in the science classroom, Jenna is determined to find out if Olivia could be involved in the unpleasant threatening message. Despite their close friendship, Jenna knows that it's important to explore all possibilities to ensure the safety of her relationship with t/n.

— Thank you for being here, Olivia and Enid. We know how important it is to keep our relationship private and secure. We've received a threatening message from an unknown person who seems to know our secret. We wanted to talk to you to see if you've noticed anything strange or if you have any information that could help us uncover who might be involved — I asked, looking at the girls with a smile on my lips.

Jenna huffs and looks at Olivia with narrowed eyes. The Asian girl shifts uncomfortably in her seat and looks at her teacher with confusion.

— It's true, isn't it, Olivia? — Jenna says with venom.

Enid and Olivia exchange a surprised and worried look. Olivia seems troubled by the implied accusation.

— I don't know what to say, Jenna. Yes, I admit I had feelings for t/n in the past, but I accepted our friendship and tried to put those feelings aside. There's absolutely nothing that would lead me to threaten your relationship — Olivia looks at us with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

— I trust her, Jen — I quickly admit.

Jenna feels a bit confused and insecure when t/n confidently states that Olivia isn't involved in the threatening message. However, t/n's words about her trust in Olivia make Jenna feel even more jealous and unsure about the situation.

— I just want you to know that Olivia has always been a trustworthy person to me. We've shared many intimate and personal moments, and she's always been respectful of our relationship. I understand that the situation is delicate, but I don't believe she's involved in this way — I confess and look at Olivia with a faint smile.

Olivia returns the smile.

Jenna makes an effort to calm her jealousy and show trust in t/n's word. She knows it's important for them to work together and overcome the challenges they're facing. Enid intervenes, trying to ease the situation.

— Jenna, I understand that we're here to support each other, but we must be cautious about accusing someone without concrete evidence. Olivia has been a good friend to both of us, and we should consider all possibilities before jumping to conclusions — Enid looks at Olivia with a smile, and the girl returns it shyly.

Jenna realizes she might have been carried away by her suspicions and decides to step back.

— You're right, Enid. I'm sorry, Olivia. I didn't mean to accuse you without concrete proof. We should continue exploring other leads and try to uncover the identity of the unknown person in a proper manner. — Jenna spontaneously takes my hand and interlaces our fingers.

Olivia accepts Jenna's apology, but it's evident that the accusations have hurt her.

— I appreciate your apology, Jenna. I hope we can continue working together to uncover who's behind all of this. Your safety is important to me. — Olivia crosses her arms over her chest and looks at us with determination in her bright eyes.

The meeting continues with a more general discussion about security measures they can take to protect their relationship. Jenna and t/n understand the importance of being cautious and not jumping to conclusions. They decide to expand the circle of people involved only to those they fully trust.

Together, they continue to collaborate in uncovering the identity of the unknown person, seeking further clues, and considering additional security measures. Jenna commits to strengthening the trust between them and maintaining calm throughout the process, with the goal of protecting their relationship and uncovering the truth.

— I've got it! — Enid smiles and looks at us with excited, shining eyes. — How about Asher? — the blonde girl says.

Enid's sudden interest in the suspect's identity grabs everyone's attention in the room. Jenna and I exchange surprised and worried looks as Enid mentions the name Asher Spenser, her former teacher and Jenna's past romantic interest.

— Enid, how can you think that Asher could be involved in all of this? It's been months since we had a brief fling. I can't imagine he'd be involved in something like this. — Jenna lightly bites her lower lip, lost in thought.

Enid seems agitated and tries to explain herself.

— But I noticed Asher seemed particularly interested in you during that time. He might have harbored unrequited feelings — Enid refers to the abrupt ending of their involvement.

I watch Jenna closely, trying to understand how she's processing this new information.

— Jenna, is it possible that Asher might have a reason to want to threaten our relationship? Have you noticed any suspicious behavior from him lately? — I ask tentatively.

Jenna reflects, trying to recall if there's been any strange situation involving Asher recently.

— I haven't noticed anything in particular lately, but maybe we should investigate a bit more. We can't jump to conclusions, but it's important to examine all possibilities. — Jenna rests her head on my chest, causing uncomfortable glances from Enid and Olivia.

— How did your relationship with Asher end? — Olivia asks cautiously.

Now that I think about it, Jenna never told me how her contact with our teacher ended. I look at Jenna as I hug her around the waist.

— Oh... I just told him it couldn't work between us because there was someone else. — Jenna confesses, glancing at me.

In a swift move, Jenna grabs the back of my neck and makes me lean in to connect our lips in a sweet kiss. I open my eyes and observe the reactions of the two girls before succumbing to my girlfriend's touch.

— Sorry, but it's been too long since I kissed you. — Jenna whispers near my lips, in a way that only I can hear her.

— Well... that was odd — Enid clears her throat and looks at us with flushed cheeks — but thinking about Jenna's words... — the blonde bites her lower lip nervously.

— I guess I would seek a way for revenge too — Olivia chimes in, likely thinking along the same lines as my best friend.

They decide to investigate the suspect, Asher Spenser, more thoroughly to uncover if there's any connection between him and the threatening message they received. They choose to keep the information private and take precautions not to jeopardize their reputation or safety.

The discussion shifts to security measures they can take while continuing to investigate Asher. Jenna and I support each other and commit to uncovering the truth, no matter the outcome of the investigations.

The search for answers continues, but with a new possibility that has raised suspicions about Asher, Jenna and I brace themselves to face a situation even more complex than they had imagined.

***

Enid and I hide behind a corner near the lunch area, intending to observe Asher without being noticed. As Asher approaches his table, we carefully examine his movements and behavior.

— Let's see if we can find anything unusual in his behavior today — Enid says, placing her hands on my shoulders to get a better view.

— Yes, Enid, let's pay attention to every detail. Maybe he'll give us some clues if he's hiding something — I murmur softly.

We notice that Asher sits at the table and starts eating his lunch, apparently without showing any obvious signs of nervousness or concern.

— At first glance, everything seems normal. I don't see any strange behavior so far — Enid leans even more, and I grit my teeth due to the pain in my shoulders.

— Let's wait a bit longer and see if we notice anything unusual. He might behave differently when he thinks he's being watched — I affirm, huffing and trying to push a strand of Enid's hair away from my face.

After a while, we notice that Asher begins to look around, as if searching for something or someone. My eyes also catch him taking out his phone and quickly glancing at it before putting it back in his pocket.

— Did you see that? Asher seemed a bit nervous and looked suspiciously around — Enid seems excited.

— You're right, he seemed uneasy. It could be that he's trying to hide something on his phone — I quickly admit.

We decide to keep observing Asher to see if we notice any other unusual behaviors. After a while, we see Asher getting up from the table and approaching a group of colleagues for a conversation. His expression seems tense, and his gestures slightly nervous.

— Watch his expression and gestures, it looks like something's bothering him — Enid tightens her grip on my shoulder, and I almost lose my balance.

— Yes, he seems restless. He might be hiding something or feeling under pressure for some reason — I gently remove Enid's hand from my shoulder.

We continue to observe Asher throughout the rest of lunch, but we don't notice any more particularly strange behaviors. We decide to interrupt our "spy mission" and discuss our observations together.

— We didn't find concrete evidence of suspicious behavior, but it seemed like Asher was a bit agitated and tense — Enid nervously bites her lower lip.

— Yeah... we need more — I acknowledge, and Enid smiles like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland when she sees Olivia Rodrigo walking towards the cafeteria exit.

— Oh, damn... what do you have in mind? — I look at Enid with concern, and my best friend gives me a mischievous smile. —I've got an idea — she says excitedly.

(...)

— It's a terrible idea — Olivia confesses after listening to Enid's explanation.

— That's not true! — Enid pouts and kicks the ground like a two-year-old.

The plan involved Olivia approaching Asher during physical education class, distracting him from his seat, and trying to talk to him as much as possible, while I took care of looking at his computer.

— Actually... it might work — I acknowledge, and Enid gives me a genuine smile.

— Oh, my God, go for it! — Enid takes Olivia by the shoulders and pushes her towards Asher.

The teacher had left his office door slightly ajar when he heard his name. From behind a corner, I saw Olivia call the teacher, slightly limping.

I furrow my brow in confusion and timidly observe their interaction. Olivia touches her ankle, and the teacher looks at her puzzled and concerned, given that Olivia was the cheerleading team captain. I sigh in relief as Olivia grabs the teacher's hand, probably preventing him from turning towards my direction. I enter his office timidly.

There wasn't much there, just a desk and a calendar with girls' pictures.

I sit at the desk and timidly observe Olivia and the teacher's interaction from a distance as I type on the computer.

The idiot didn't even have a password.

I nervously bite my lower lip and search for something that might be interesting, but there's only one folder: "school." Apparently, he's not that dumb.

Feeling uneasy, I get up from the desk and quickly leave the room. I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding and head back to Enid.

Meanwhile, Olivia had finished distracting Asher.

— So, is there anything? — Enid asks, and I shake my head.

— Damn it! — Enid huffs in frustration and shoots me a fleeting glance.

Apparently, things were getting more complicated.

(...)

— Are you sure? — I glance at Jenna from the corner of my eye as she adjusts my tie.

— Of course, darling... everything will be fine. — Jenna licks her lower lip, her expression focused as she continues working on my outfit.

— I'm really nervous... Lately, we've had other issues, and the Calculus competition is the last thing we should be thinking about. — I sigh resignedly and smile as I see Jenna's eyes drift to my lips, pausing there.

— I think this competition will help you distract yourself. — Professor Ortega slides her hands along my hips, stopping at my waist.

— So... am I ready? — I ask, nervously biting my lower lip, and Jenna genuinely smiles.

— I'm sure. — She whispers near my lips.

We were in the famous science classroom, mentally preparing ourselves to face the dreaded competition we had talked about and studied for months. The Calculus competition would take place in the gym, under the watchful eyes of demanding external administrators. Teachers could only observe from a distance and personally announce the results to those involved.

— God... there's an incredible sexual tension. — Out of the corner of my eye, I see Enid, my best friend who came to see me outside of school hours, looking at us with disgust and embarrassment.

Jenna sighs loudly and steps away from my body, knowing perfectly well that the moment was ruined by her student Enid.

— Enid... when you're supposed to stay quiet... you talk. — The other person who knew about the relationship I had with Jenna, Olivia, looks at her new friend with reproach and amusement.

— Olivia... just look at them. At any moment, they'll strip naked and do it right in front of our eyes. — Enid opens her arms and looks at Olivia in confusion, emphasizing that she was right.

— Miss Sinclair... we're capable of self-control. — Jenna responds nervously, looking at her student through her long lashes.

— Well... let's just say we've done it everywhere... even where you are right now. — I quickly admit with a mischievous tone and receive a light tap on the back of my head from Jenna. — T/n! You shouldn't say... well... — Jenna blushes, and I laugh because she looks adorable.

— Eww! Eww! — Enid exclaims as she stands up from the desk, wiping her clothes with her hand in an attempt to remove or at least forget what I confessed. — Stay still! God, you could have spilled everything! — Olivia catches a small water bottle in mid-air and sighs in relief, seeing that she prevented it from spilling.

— We'll talk about that later. — Jenna whispers in my ear, taking advantage of Enid and Olivia's distraction. I gulp audibly and nod slightly, slightly frightened by her words.Her lips softly land on my cheek, and she kisses me gently, wishing me good luck without drawing attention in front of my friends.

— Let's go. — Jenna says to the air, taking my hand gently and intertwining our fingers. — Move, idiot. — Olivia looks at Enid with playful eyes, and Enid walks quickly to keep up with us.Let's hope the competition goes well.

(...)

I yawn and squint as I search for my phone that's ringing. "Who's calling at this hour?" I sit on the bed and answer the phone with a relaxed tone.

— Hello? — I ask without even looking at who's calling.

— T/n... we have a big problem. — Olivia's muffled voice sounds concerned through the phone, and I try to pay more attention to what she has to say with concern.

— What happened? — I ask, and Olivia sighs without saying a word, as if she's in shock.

— I think the whole school knows your secret. — Olivia murmurs, and I feel my heart stop, unable to believe her words.

— How...? — I whisper rhetorically, not exactly asking a question, just wondering what we did to be discovered.

— I went to school early... and... as much as I wanted to avoid it... there are thousands of flyers with your kiss with Jenna everywhere. — Olivia exclaims in panic, worried about the possible consequences.

— I'm on my way there. — I hang up the call and dress as quickly as possible, running to Nevermore Academy.

After running for 10 minutes, I enter the doors of our academy, immediately catching the attention of everyone present.

Thousands of eyes look at me with surprise and disgust as they hold the infamous flyer Olivia warned me about. "How embarrassing," a student I don't know exclaims with disgust.

— T/n, you're here! — I see Enid, accompanied by Olivia, quickly approach me, looking at me with eyes full of concern. — I don't know how this happened... — The blonde hands me the flyer, and I sigh as I see the picture of Jenna and me in a passionate kiss. My eyes carefully examine the bottom of the flyer, noticing an inscription that makes me understand immediately who was responsible: "The long-awaited gift has arrived." I clench my jaw tightly and furiously wonder who the hell could be responsible for this mess.

— It wasn't me... you know I adore you. — Enid looks at me with trembling lips and blue eyes filled with tears.

— I know... I trust you. — I sigh and look at both girls with conviction, knowing that despite everything, they couldn't be responsible for this revelation.

— Jenna? — I nervously swallow, asking my friends where Jenna is. — She's here. — Olivia responds, glancing towards the main hallway.

Professor Ortega walks nervously, her eyes filled with tears, not daring to meet the students' gazes, knowing she'd find unusual reactions. Jenna looks at me, and I feel a deep sorrow for her, knowing that her job and career were practically over.

"The Miss T/n and Professor Ortega are required in the principal's office, the Miss T/n and Professor Ortega are required in the principal's office." The metallic voice sounds like a stab through the school's speakers, officially announcing that we're in trouble.

— Good luck... if you need it, my mom's a lawyer. — Olivia hugs me and whispers those words in my ear, fearing that things might escalate legally. I timidly return the hug and nod disheartened, still not believing what we're going through.

— We'll be here for you. — Enid adds, joining the hug, resting her head on my chest.

— Thanks, guys... but now I have to go. — I break the hug and walk determinedly towards Jenna, looking her in the eyes.

My heart tightens as I see how emotionally devastated my girlfriend is. — Don't worry... we'll get through this. — I murmur when I reach her, opening my arms to receive her embrace.

— I don't want to lose you... I don't want to go to jail. — She whispers against my chest, stroking her hair as a gesture of comfort.

— You won't lose me, and you won't go to jail... — I whisper, and she breaks the hug, looking confused at the crowd of students curiously watching us.

— Shall we? — I ask, taking her hand, and she nods slowly, accepting my request. We walk with our heads held high down the hallway, receiving disdainful looks and some homophobic insults. With our hearts racing, we see the door that leads to Principal Weems' office, and with fear, we take the final steps together that would lead us to ruin.

— Jenna... — I murmur her name as I continue to gaze at the office door that I've visited several times — either way... I will always love you. — Whitney Houston's famous words flow easily from my lips, wanting to express what I feel and at the same time fearing that the lyrics of that song might become our reality.

— I will too, T/n. — Jenna looks at me with bright eyes and a trembling lip due to her spasms, looking at me as if I were the most beautiful and valuable girl in this world — even if it lands me in jail... you'll always be the most important to me. — She confesses, and a tear falls down her cheek, smiling at me with happiness and pain simultaneously.

I observe her with admiration, lost in her coffee-colored irises, absorbing every detail of her face, trying to etch it into my mind forever, not knowing if I'd see her again. As the students enter their respective classrooms to face their classes, I take the opportunity to lean shyly towards Jenna, pressing our lips together.

The kiss is full of love, despite being salted by our shed tears, but even so, it's perfect just as it is. Once oxygen becomes scarce, we part and look at each other tenderly, feeling the echo of her lips that I probably would never feel again in my life.

— I love you... — I murmur again, and Jenna genuinely smiles, highlighting her dimple — but now it's time to go in — I continue, and Jenna's grip on my hand becomes firm, aware of our future.

Everything was falling apart.

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