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bywons · 29 days ago

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HAIRTIE 、 pjs

𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， 𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❫ ｡ 𝗉𝗃𝗌 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1O45 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ✿ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 贅沢／

★REBLOG4AKISS

“you learned how to do braids for me, didn’t you?”

jay’s fingers pause in your hair, and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

your voice is light, teasing, but he feels it like a punch to the gut. you’re sitting between his legs on your bed, his fingers gently working through the strands of your hair, and your question knocks the balance right out of him.

he clears his throat, trying to sound casual. “what? no. obviously not.”

you raise a brow, but keep your eyes forward. “really?”

“yeah,” he says quickly, too quickly. “i learned it for… for my niece.”

you turn slightly, just enough to shoot him a playful look. “your niece who lives overseas?”

jay blinks. “yeah. we… we facetime.”

“you braid her hair over facetime?” you ask, stifling a laugh.

he wants to die. “look, it’s called remote support,” he mutters.

you giggle, leaning back slightly so your shoulder brushes his knee. he thinks he might pass out.

“can you hand me the hair tie?” jay asks in a lower, sweeter tone, praying his voice wouldn’t actually betray the blush on his face.

“i already gave you one,” you reply, a little confused. did he lose your hair tie?

jay doesn’t tell you the truth—that he spent hours watching tutorials at 2am just to figure out the perfect method. that he practiced on a pillow. that he kept the hair tie you left in his car one night and never gave it back. that he wears it on his wrist like a silent confession.

“oh,” jay murmurs, staring at the hair tie on his wrist like it just betrayed him, “c-can i get another one?”

jay screams and begs internally, he doesn’t want to let go of the one on his wrist.

“sure,” you chirp after a pause, glancing at your hair tie already wrapped around his wrist, “here.”

he finishes the braid in silence, fingers trembling only slightly as he loops the elastic you just handed him. not the one on his wrist. he can’t let go of that one.

“done,” he says quietly, voice low and careful. “do you like it?”

you turn to look at him fully, and the moment you meet his eyes, his breath catches.

“it’s cute,” you say, lifting your fingers to touch the end of the braid. “a little messy. but i like it.”

he smiles, but it’s tight. strained. like he’s holding something back.

you tilt your head. “still for your niece?”

jay hesitates.

you don’t look away. you’re waiting for him.

“no,” he says, finally. it’s soft, but honest. “not for her.”

your lips part. surprise flickers across your face, but you don’t pull away. you don’t move at all. you just wait.

so he breathes in, then out. and tells the truth.

“i learned it for you,” he says. “because you always forget your hair ties. because the ends of your braids are never even. because i wanted to help. because i wanted to be the one who noticed.”

you don’t respond immediately. just stare at him like he’s something delicate and golden, like he just dropped his heart in your hands and you’re afraid to squeeze too hard.

“i like when you notice,” you whisper.

he leans in.

it happens fast, but it doesn’t feel rushed. it feels inevitable. his hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin beneath your eye, and then his lips are on yours.

your breath hitches in your throat, but you kiss him back without hesitation. it’s soft at first—slow, searching, a quiet question.

then your hand fists in the fabric of his sleeve and he deepens the kiss with a quiet sound in the back of his throat, like he’s been holding this in for too long. your mouths move together in perfect, breathless sync, like you’ve both waited forever.

you gasp when he nips lightly at your bottom lip, and he immediately soothes the sting with a gentle kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him exhale sharply against your lips.

when you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, flushed.

“that wasn’t bad,” you whisper, eyes half-lidded.

jay raises a brow, lips pink. “not bad?”

you hum. “for someone who braids with trembling hands.”

he lets out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “you think that was good?” he murmurs. “i’m better with practice.”

you smirk, leaning forward so your noses bump. “then prove it.”

his smile disappears into another kiss—this one deeper, hungrier. he shifts, slowly guiding you down to the bed, your back hitting the mattress as his weight presses into you, careful and warm. his hand cups your cheek again, the other braced beside your head.

you whimper softly when his lips drag down to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. his nose nudges the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and your breath hitches when he plants the softest kiss there.

“you’re seriously dangerous,” you mumble, breathless.

“you started it,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.

your hands find his shoulders, your fingers pressing into the firm muscle beneath his shirt. he kisses you again, slower this time, more drawn out—like he’s savoring you, memorizing the taste, the feel.

when he finally pulls back, just enough to see your face, his eyes are darker than before. “you okay?”

you nod, lips parted. “yeah. just… wondering why you waited so long.”

he shrugs, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. “i was too busy learning how to braid.”

you giggle, the sound muffled when he kisses you again—gentle but insistent.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you say between kisses.

jay grins. “you’re lucky i’m hopelessly in love with you.”

you blink.

he freezes.

but then you smile—slow, soft, radiant. “hopelessly?”

“completely,” he says. “terminal case.”

you pull him back down, kissing him again, arms wrapping around his neck. “good.”

jay kisses you like it’s all he knows. like he was made for it. and as he curls up beside you, your legs tangled together, he glances down at the black hair tie on his wrist.

he’s never taking it off.

not now.

not ever.

스루 ܃ for my goat @boyfhee ! happiest birthday, caelcium >< i love you smsmsm, i hope you like this one hehe 💗

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 2 months ago

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Would love to read a buckyxreader smut with soft, delicate intimacy, like he is very passionate but also emotional, strong feelings are happening

thanks for requesting💌

YOUR LOVE. 18+

bucky barnes x fem!reader

wc. 815 warnings. I cant think of what it's called, but its basically dry humping but without clothes and he's not inside her. lets call it wet humping?? thunderbolts* era bucky, both had a long day yada yada. mdni

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Today was particularly long and tiring for you, the monotonous events of the day seeming to catch up with you as you begin to wind down for the night in bed: a book in hand, a couple candles lit on the nightstand beside you.

Your attention dwindles when you hear the keys jingle in the front door, the sound of it closing follows shortly after. You preemptively close your book, already anticipating your lover’s train of thought — the lack of light around the apartment meaning you can only be in one place. Bed.

Footsteps scuffle as the door to your shared room gets pushed open, the warm flickering light of your candles casting a soft orange hue on Bucky as he appears behind the gap. He looks tired, appearing to have a long day himself.

“Hi,” you welcome, smiling softly — knowing that what he needs right now is something tender and sincere.

“Hi,” he repeats, beginning to undress at the foot of the bed. Heavy hero-type clothing dropping to the floor.

“Long day?” you ask, head tilting sweetly as you look at him.

He nods. “You?”

You nod.

And with that shared sense of weariness being known, he itches up the length of the bed to you — moving the blanket aside to settle his lower half between your extended legs. He gives you a short kiss when he’s close enough, supporting his weight with hands anchored beside you.

A kiss becomes two and two becomes more, each one growing longer than the one before. As if it was a physical declaration of how much you both truly needed the warmth and love of the other.

Your hands reach to hold either side of his head as you scooch yourself downwards, shimmying under the slight caging of him above. The hem of your nightdress gets caught under your ass with the movement, the fabric caught by friction to reveal yourself rather perfectly to him.

He glances between your bodies, taking an appreciative note of your floral underwear — the pair he has a particular liking to. A slither of your stomach entraps his attention also, which tends to be a given.

“That wasn’t planned,” you meet his eyes, an amused expression mirroring on each of your faces.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was,” he murmurs against your lips, voice quiet with the obvious close distance. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

His speech draws out rather lazily as he litters a faint array of kisses across your cheek, moving to your ear only to travel down, trailing down the length of your throat. Halting briefly when he reaches the nape of your neck.

You retract a hand from the side of his face and direct it between yourselves, moving slowly until you reach the elastic band of your underwear. And as you start to tug it down, Bucky’s hand joins yours, fingers wrapping around your wrist as if to silently stop you. Instead, he slips his index into the side, pulling the fabric and dragging it over your cunt — hooking the material on the other side.

His own hand dips into his boxers and in turn, he pulls his dick out over the top, cock only just beginning to harden. He guides himself closer to you and rests it atop your pussy. Simply letting it sit there for a moment, allowing some time to just feel you.

His hips wind ever so slightly and his cock pushes forward, driving up between the part of your folds. Friction restricting any sense of haste. He repeats again and again and again. Going slow as he pushes and pulls through your cunt’s lips, each thrust making him grow harder against you.

Your knees hug at his sides as you adjust your hips, getting closer to him and simultaneously keeping him secure with the tightening of your thighs. He plants his hand back into its spot beside your head, resting on forearms to resume a close, similar position to you.

“Wanna talk about your day?” you whisper, voice breathy from the heavy weight of his dick — the feel of him hindering your air flow.

He swallows thickly as his head shakes a singular time. He wasn’t too keen on that idea. Maybe later, he thought. Right now he just wanted to focus on you, refamiliarise himself with your gaze and your touch.

You lift your hands to sit on the sides of his face once more, palms resting over the shells of his ears you pull him in closer — lips meeting in the middle. Your inaudible response provides him your understanding, wordlessly acknowledging his wants.

Bucky’s neck grows slack and his head dips towards the side of your throat and he resumes his prior littering of faint, fluttery kisses. Each one matching the languid, unsystematic thrust of his hips. Dually cementing the grand span of his appreciation for you.

“You’re so perfect.”

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky smut #bucky x reader smut #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader

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bloomzone · 3 months ago

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The essential skincare acids guide

type of acids sheet

Salicylic Acid – Best for oily and acne-prone skin. It penetrates deep into the pores, unclogs blackheads and whiteheads, controls excess oil, and prevents breakouts.

Glycolic Acid – Ideal for normal to oily skin. It exfoliates the top layer, brightens the skin, improves texture, and reduces fine lines and hyperpigmentation.

Lactic Acid – Suitable for dry and sensitive skin. It gently exfoliates while providing hydration, making it great for dullness and rough texture without irritation.

Mandelic Acid – Best for sensitive and acne-prone skin. It helps with uneven skin tone, reduces breakouts, and provides mild exfoliation without irritation.

Azelaic Acid – Works for all skin types, including sensitive skin. It reduces redness, fades hyperpigmentation, treats acne, and calms rosacea.

Kojic Acid – Best for hyperpigmented and sun-damaged skin. It helps lighten dark spots, melasma, and discoloration caused by acne scars or sun exposure.

Tranexamic Acid – Ideal for all skin types struggling with stubborn pigmentation. It effectively reduces melasma, post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation (PIH), and sunspots.

Hyaluronic Acid – Suitable for all skin types, especially dry and dehydrated skin. It deeply hydrates, plumps fine lines, and retains moisture for a youthful look.

Polyglutamic Acid – Great for dry and dehydrated skin. It locks in moisture, provides long-lasting hydration, and enhances the skin’s elasticity.

Ascorbic Acid (Vitamin C) – Best for dull, uneven, and aging skin. It brightens, reduces pigmentation, fights free radicals, and boosts collagen production.

Ferulic Acid – Works for all skin types, particularly those using Vitamin C. It enhances the antioxidant power of Vitamin C and E, preventing premature aging.

Ceramides (Fatty Acids) – Essential for dry and sensitive skin. They repair and strengthen the skin barrier, preventing water loss and irritation.

Linoleic Acid (Omega-6 Fatty Acid) – Ideal for acne-prone and oily skin. It reduces clogged pores, balances oil production, and supports a healthy skin barrier.

Ellagic Acid – Good for sun-damaged and aging skin. It protects against UV damage, brightens skin, and provides antioxidant benefits.

Cinnamic Acid – Suitable for all skin types. It has anti-inflammatory properties and helps protect against environmental damage.

Succinic Acid – Best for oily and acne-prone skin. It controls sebum production, fights acne-causing bacteria, and soothes inflammation.

How to choose the right skincare acid for ur skin type

Oily & Acne-Prone Skin

Salicylic Acid (BHA): Penetrates deep into pores to remove excess oil and prevent breakouts.

Azelaic Acid: Reduces acne, fades dark spots, and calms redness.

Succinic Acid: A gentle anti-inflammatory that helps control breakouts.

Dry & Dehydrated Skin

Lactic Acid (AHA): Exfoliates while hydrating the skin.

Hyaluronic Acid: Retains moisture and plumps the skin.

Mandelic Acid: A mild exfoliant that improves texture without drying.

Combination Skin

Glycolic Acid (AHA): Brightens skin and smooths texture.

Salicylic Acid (BHA) (my bff🦅) : Controls oil production in the T-zone.

Hyaluronic Acid: Hydrates dry areas while balancing oil.

Sensitive Skin

Mandelic Acid: A gentle AHA that exfoliates with minimal irritation.

Azelaic Acid: Soothes inflammation and reduces redness.

PHA (Polyhydroxy Acids): Provides mild exfoliation while boosting hydration.

Hyperpigmentation & Dark Spots

Kojic Acid: Brightens skin and reduces discoloration.

Tranexamic Acid: Fades stubborn dark spots and melasma.

Glycolic Acid (AHA): Speeds up cell turnover for an even skin tone.

Aging & Wrinkles

Glycolic Acid (AHA): Stimulates collagen production and smooths fine lines.

Ferulic Acid: Enhances antioxidant protection and stabilizes vitamin C.

Ascorbic Acid (Vitamin C): Brightens skin and fights free radical damage.

Common Mistakes When Using Skincare Acids

Using skincare acids can transform your skin, but when used incorrectly, they can cause irritation, sensitivity, or even worsen skin concerns. Here are some common mistakes to avoid:

1. Over-Exfoliating

Many people think using glycolic or salicylic acid daily will give them faster results, but excessive exfoliation weakens the skin barrier. This can lead to redness, peeling, breakouts, and sensitivity. (especially for oily skin)

Solution: Use exfoliating acids (AHAs/BHAs) 2-3 times per week and always listen to your skin. If it feels irritated, take a break pleaaase

2. Skipping Sunscreen

Acids like glycolic, lactic, and salicylic acid increase your skin’s sensitivity to the sun. Without SPF, you risk sunburn, premature aging, and even worsening of dark spots.

Solution: Always use a broad-spectrum SPF 30+ sunscreen daily when using serums with those acids.

3. Mixing the Wrong Acids

Not all acids work well together. Using too many active ingredients in one routine can cause irritation.

🔴 Examples of bad combinations:

Vitamin C + AHAs/BHAs → Can cause irritation and weaken Vitamin C’s effectiveness.

Retinol + AHAs/BHAs → Too harsh on the skin, leading to peeling and sensitivity. (by experience 💁🏻‍♀️)

Niacinamide + Vitamin C (unless properly formulated) → Can cause flushing or reduce effectiveness.

Solution: Use exfoliating acids on alternate days and simplify your routine to avoid irritation.

4. Not Hydrating Properly

Exfoliating acids remove dead skin cells but can also strip away moisture. Without proper hydration, the skin can feel tight, dry, or irritated.

Solution: After using acids, apply thick a moisturizer to maintain balance especially if the acids dry ur skin so fast

@bloomzone

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msmysticfail · 1 year ago

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astrology notes

Generational planets such as Pluto, Uranus and Neptune in the 1st house can indicate great fame, since these planets have to do with large crowds of people, causing the native to attract or exert great influence.

Mercury in Aquarius/11th house be careful not to become what you most fear becoming: dogmatic. No matter how formed your opinion is, don't let it become fixed to the point of being your greatest truth.

The 3rd house is very elastic, the one who will define its energy most precisely is the sign in it.

Moon/Venus/Mars in Scorpio/8th house, go practice the Law of Attraction, you have a very powerful aura, you are wasting time if you don't use all this magnitude to get what you want.

You know that Mercury in Scorpio/8th house person you teased? Good luck trying to hide anything from them, in love or hate they will discover your secrets and, if hurt, they will use it against you.

12th house placements, please stay more in touch with the people you love, they miss you. If the distance you maintain is self-imposed, don't forget that the people in your life love you, that they want to have a little more of your physical presence.

My dear Leo, be careful with who you spend your affection with, you give so generously, be careful not to give it to the wrong people, the ones who are secretly jealous of you, who talk about you behind your back. Your heart of gold can "rust" in the wrong hands.

Aquarius placements, get ready, because the definitive entry of Pluto in Aquarius on November 19th of this year until 2044 will be the craziest years of your life. Get ready, there are a lot of big profound changes coming.

Mars in Pisces would do very well if they worked with their mediumship, whether in tarot or astrology or in art.

10th house placements always attract 2nd house placements people, it's incredible. They generally get along very well, they understand each other, they can be very good friends. The 2nd house supports the ambition of the 10th house, the 10th house values and pampers the 2nd house.

Taurus, stop crying for that man/woman, you are so beautiful, independent, attractive, don't let him have that power over your heart, woman. You deserve more. Let go, even if it hurts, something better won't take long to appear, don't lower your level, raise it.

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innielove · 2 years ago

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omg there are so many cbs happening soon, how am i supposed to keep up w them 😭💔

#calling in sick to work i gotta support ghost9 elast billlie onf xh and everyone else I can't remember rn 😭😭#BUT FOR REAL I WANNA MAKE GIFS FOR THEM SOOOOO BADLY BUT NOW I'M STUCK WITH WRITING THIS STUPID ASS THESIS!!!!!!#sig h >:(#shut up vivien no one cares

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bizarrelovetriangel · 3 months ago

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i g o t y o u.

a little angst but mostly fluff. the classic scenario of reader/mc geting hurt and them taking care of you.

sylus

You forced yourself to limp through the dark, misty and empty street, leaving a trail of blood on the ground that matches the stain on your partly torn shirt.

Just then, a crow flew over your head and it was followed by heavy footsteps manifesting from the shadows.

He stepped right in front of you and his red eyes, clouded with worry and anger, studied you carefully. His jaw clenched and his lips moved, yet he failed to voice a single one of the many thoughts that rushed to his head. The only set of words that made it out were...

"Who did this to you."

His voice was low and cold, yet terrifyingly calm.

"It's not that bad." you laughed, only to wince at the burning wound on your waist. "You should see the other guy."

It was as if you'd defused a bomb. One grin on your face and his gaze softens, though concern remains.

Sylus shakes his head and sighs, letting out half of the tension in his body.

"Good."

You took a step towards him, or at least tried to, but your injuries prevented you from doing so. A sharp sting struck your waist and your legs wavered.

Sylus caught you before your knees could hit the ground. One arm carefully wrapped around your chest, just underneath your arms so that he could support your weight without touching your wound.

"I got you, sweetie."

He didn't let you go until you reached your apartment. He quickly punched in the passcode to unlock your door, then he guided you to your couch.

"I'm going to wash up - "

"Stay there." It was a demand, but his tone was gentle. "You'd make it worse if you make anymore unnecessary movements, as a wise kitten likes to tell me."

There were a couple of times when Sylus' injuries wouldn't heal quickly, and you'd often make a fuss when he brushes them off, telling him that he'd make it worse. Now, it's your turn to be stubborn while he takes care of you.

Once he saw that your injury was a graze from a bullet, he gritted his teeth as his mind forces him to imagine you getting shot.

"Tell me what happened."

While you told him about your encounter with a criminal that's been messing with protocores as well as targetting hunters, Sylus cleaned up your wound as carefully as he could.

He'd given you medicine for pain relief, too, after wrapping your waist with elastic bandages. Last but not least, but probably the most effective relief treatment: a kiss on the forehead.

"Now, open up." He was spoon-feeding you some food now.

"....I can use my hands perfectly, you know." You waved your hands in front of him to prove your point.

He playfully nipped your fingers with his teeth. "This is a once in a life time service, so take it or leave it, kitten."

"Hmph. I'll take it." You gladly took the food before softening up to look at him sincerely. "Thanks for taking care of me, Sylus."

He patted your head with one hand. "Thank me by getting better fast so we can watch that movie we were supposed to see tonight."

"Okay."

"For the meantime, help me choose the best songs in this record."

You fell asleep at the sound of his singing voice, and the smile on your face almost made it seem as if you never faced an enemy that Sylus came close to tearing apart.

It was a good thing that you got the job done, he thought.

You really are his girl.

xavier

He didn't make it on time.

Once he heard you scream, he teleported to your location and yet he couldn't find you. The hazy protofield affected his vision, making it difficult to see anything at all. By the time he saw you, your right shoulder had already gotten scratched up.

The blood on your clothes made him freeze for a moment, then he pulled himself together and picked you up. He did his best to ignore your blood on his hands, blocking out all the negative thoughts and unwanted memories that took over his mind.

Luckily, it wasn't deep enough to cause permanent damage, though it would take at least a couple of days for you to properly move your shoulder without adding further injuries.

You were taken to the hospital, and Xavier stayed by your side the whole time; however, he didn't say much. You were accompanied by a doctor, nurses and fellow colleague the whole time so you never had chance to question him until you returned home.

"Xavier, will you please tell me what's wrong?" you asked as you found him spacing out in front of your plants. "You haven't said much ever since the mission ended."

"It's...." He took one glance at you and held back on keeping his feelings to himself. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you fast enough."

You vigorously shook your head. "Don't apologize! It was my own fault for being reckless. And besides, it was a brutal mission that got the best of us. Even you."

You gently brushed your fingers over the minor injury he got on the side of his forehead.

"I'm just glad that we're both okay."

Xavier nodded and nuzzled his cheek against your warm hand. "Yeah. Me too." He instantly melted against your touch and almost made the mistake of burying his face between your neck and shoulder, but the bandages covering your skin made him jump away.

You looked at him with confusion as he pouted.

"What is it?"

"...nothing...." For as long as you're recovering, he won't get to nuzzle his face or kiss you anywhere near your shoulders, including a part of your neck.

The problem? He loves doing that. A lot.

"We need to get you healed up quickly." he declares like it's his own personal mission. "Let's start with food! You need to eat well so your body can get the nutrients needed to help you recover faster!"

He immediately goes to the stove and turns it on without even knowing what he's going to be cooking.

"Ahahaha.... maybe we should order takeout this time!" you exclaimed, turning off the stove and guiding him back to the living room. "After all, you're also injured. I don't want to make you do any hard work."

"Huh? But my arms are fine. It's just my head - "

"How about ramen?"

His eyes lit up brightly. "And karaage, please."

Xavier's next plan to help you heal quicker is: reading you aloud one of your favorite comics.

According to his logic, if you don't move your shoulders and arms to turn the pages of the book, you won't irritate your tissues and muscles and you'll get better faster.

"And he said, 'Dont worry, I'm the strongest.'" You can tell he didn't understand what was going on in that comic at all.

Not even ten minutes later, his eyes closed and the book fell from his hands and to the mattress of the bed. He rested a side of his face on the top of your head and his soft snores became a signal for you to turn off the lights.

No doubt about it, Xavier just being there will make you heal faster.

zayne

Zayne lost his composure the second you showed up at Akso Hospital with a sprained wrist. Not only that, but you were laughing at something Yvonne was saying, as if you didn't have specks of blood on your uniform.

When Yvonne saw him entering your room and caught the look on his face, she gave him a nervous smile. "Doctor Zayne..."

You beamed at him and had the nerve to wave your hand with the sprained wrist at him. "Hi, Zayne!"

"You...." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Even though I've gotten used to you dropping by with random injuries, that doesn't mean I can start brushing them off like you do."

"What? You mean this?" You eyed your reddening wrist. "It's really nothing! Tara insisted I get it checked, but I feel fine! I just had a mean brawl with a Wanderer, that's all."

Yvonne told Zayne, "She already took the necessary tests upon her arival. We're just waiting for her results." After he nodded in response, she left the room to give you two some privacy.

Zayne took a moment to scan your figure from head to toe, identifying what injuries you've gotten this time.

Fortunately, nothing looks too bad other than your wrist. He spotted minor injuries on your arms and face, so he'll make sure to carefully analyze your results for those areas too.

"Are you feeling any pain? If so, how bad is it?"

"Just some pain on my wrist. I can still use it just fine. See?" To demonstrate, you rotated your wrist and waved your fingers right in front of his face.

Zayne caught your hand and locked his fingers with yours to stop your movements. "You might make it worse."

He didn't let go of your hand after his statement. Instead, he held it against his chest while he gave you a stern look.

"Be more careful next time." he sighs at his own words. "Even if I say that, you'll still find a way to show up here and scare me." Zayne patted your head with his free hand. "I don't mind if you spontaneously drop by, though I'd prefer if you're not hurt at all."

You flashed him a smile. "I'm sorry. I really was cautious this time. It's just that that specific Wanderer was quite stubborn."

"That makes two of you." he chuckles before releasing your hand just in time for Yvonne to return with a clipboard.

"Here are some of your results."

The good news is your injury is mild and you received no serious damage from your mission. The bad news is, you still have to wait for a while to get your other results that are more time-consuming to get.

Well, to most people, it would be bad news. For you, you absolutely did not mind being at the hospital for a little longer. Anyways, you've been excused from your job for the rest of the day and tomorrow, so you had no place important to be in at the moment.

Especially not when there's a handsome doctor that's taking good care of you.

"Eat this cookie from the vending machine. It'll give you some energy."

Fifteen minutes later, he comes back with strawberry milk tea.

"I got this from the cafe. I thought you might enjoy it while you wait."

He got caught red-handed by Yvonne. "Doctor Zayne! Stop stealing my job." she jokes. "She's under my watch for now. I'll take good care of her, I swear."

Zayne's ears turns red. "Alright. I'll leave you to it." You enjoyed the way he awkwardly walked away, pretending to look busy all of a sudden.

He really is too cute for his own good and he has absolutely no idea how easy it is for him to make you smile like a lovesick idiot.

After another twenty minutes, the very moment Yvonne stepped outside to check on other patients, Zayne returns with more snacks.

"....I just happened to pass by the cafeteria again, that's all. I thought you'd like have something to fill your stomach since you might be getting hungry."

"Thank you, Zayne~"

You suppressed a laugh when Yvonne came back and caught him again.

But he didn't have to keep sneaking inside for long because you were finally free to go after clearing your test results and receiving all necessary treatments.

It just so happens that Zayne will be coming off work in just a couple of hours.

"Maybe you should stay around for a little longer." Zayne suggests, hands going up to fiddle with his tie. "Just in case any of your injuries starts acting up."

"Well, I can't deny doctor's orders, can't I?" you grinned, causing the corners of his lips to twitch up as well. "Where should I wait? The cafeteria?"

He took your uninjured wrist and kissed the back of your hand. "My office."

rafayel

You had accompanied Rafayel on a shady business trip (which was beneficial for you both) when a Wanderer showed up out of the blue and the people that arranged the meeting were nowhere to be found.

You and Rafayel fought side-by-side to get rid of the threat. While you sucessfully defeated the Wanderer, a surprise attack came from behind Rafayel.

You pushed him out of the way and took his spot when a knife that was meant to go through your chest was deflected and it sank to your right forearm instead.

Despite blood gushing from your flesh, you kept your arm steady as you shot a bullet from your gun, perfectly hitting the stabber before they could run away.

Rafayel gasped and weakly called out your name before moving towards you as the ground you stood on became painted in bright red blood.

"I'm fine." you told him reassuringly. "We need to get those guys and have them locked up. I just need to -"

The last thing you heard was Rafayel calling out your name before you lost consciousness. Once you woke up, you're back in Rafayel's house.

You're lying on his bed all alone. Your arm has been treated and wrapped in bandages, and you could feel pain radiating around the wound, though it was nothing that you haven't dealt with before.

"Miss bodyguard, don't get up!" Rafayel rushed to your side with a tray containing some food. "You might hurt yourself!"

You looked at him with amusement. "I appreciate the concern, truly, but only my right arm is injured. The rest of my body is okay, I can move just fine."

"But still!"

You glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it's almost midnight. The whole incident occurred around seven-thirty, so you were out for several hours.

During that time, Rafayel must've taken you to the hospital to treat you, then had you brought back to his place. If you'd regained consciousness for some time in-between, you couldn't recall.

"Anyways, I was just about to wake you up though because I know you haven't eaten anything since our brunch date before the meeting."

Rafayel carefully put the tray by the nightstand.

"I ordered takeout, but I made the soup by myself!"

It looked like a typical creamy soup, though you could smell seafood and it certainly had you feeling hungry.

Also, since Rafayel looked so proud of his soup, you'd probably eat it even if your stomach wasn't in the mood for it.

"Alright, I'll dig in. Thank you for the food!"

"Wait, no!" Rafayel stopped you just as you started to move your arms. "You can't use your arms! That's what the doctor said! So I'll feed you instead."

"...but only one of my arm is - " Rafayel didn't waste another second in feeding you a spoonful of his soup.

it was hot.

but it was delicious.

"It's so good!"

Although he looked proud of it earlier, he now wore a shy expression on his face, with his red ears being the biggest giveaway.

His eyes then shifted to the bowl of soup as he started to stir it with the spoon.

"It was the least I could do for you for saving me."

You smiled and patted his head. "I am your bodyguard, after all. Don't worry about it." As a response, he gave you a small smile. "Now, feed me more."

"Of course, cutie~"

Rafayel treated you as if you have a flu, but you weren't complaning. He was being so sweet and caring, you can tell he really was trying to make up for what happened.

Once every while, his eyes would go to your right arm, and you'd notice the way his lips would curl into a frown, just for a moment.

Mostly, he wants to keep the mood light, so he wore a wide smile just so you can match it. And with all the effort he's giving into taking care of you, how could you not?

He peppered your arms, hands, and face with kisses because he said they'd help you heal faster.

He even insisted on helping you out with your night time bathroom routines, but you promised him you'll only use your good arm and that you'll be extremely careful.

It was no easy task, but you were able to do everything just fine as long as you took your time with every action.

You expected Rafayel to be asleep already once you came out of the bathroom, but he's still wide awake on the bed, trying to find something to watch on the TV.

"What's this?" he asked, seeing the last watched media on your history. "A romantic TV series?"

It was one of your favorite drama shows that you've been rewatching lately.

"Yeah." You joined him on the bed and he automatically covers you with the blanket that he's using.

"Is this the show that you were talking to Talia about? The one with the supposedly 'hot' male lead?"

".....yes...."

He scoffs. "I bet he's not even that good looking. Let me see."

"You want to watch it?"

"Yes, but only so I can make fun of your bad taste in men."

"....."

"...particularly human ones." he added. "because we both know you have a good eye for fishies."

"Sure."

You two watched the show from the beginning, and Rafayel did not hold back on the comments. They only made you laugh, so you didn't mind it at all.

Especially since, by the end of the first episode, you could tell he already became interested in the plot.

"Is she really going to see him? Even if he's so mean and lame? Her friend seems way better. Also, her mom's never going to approve."

"Mhmm." You didn't want to spoil anything so you kept your answers to a minimum and just let the next episode start instead.

Three episodes later, you realized that Rafayel had stolen your pillow and put it on his back, sitting up higher so he could get a better look at the screen.

The episode was showing something dramatic and intense, he couldn't help but fix his posture so he could pay attention better.

"I thought you're babying me tonight. Why are you taking all the pillows?"

"I'm your pillow, cutie." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and forced you to lay down on his chest. "Now shhhh. She's about to slap him so gooood, I need to hear the crisp."

He was so warm and comfortable, you ended up falling asleep while he stayed up to keep watching.

caleb

"- and then I had this spicy food for dinner with Simone -"

"Move your camera farther."

"What?"

Through the video call on your phone, Caleb narrowed his eyes. "Pip-squeak, I know you're hiding something. Your voice is lacking its usual energy, you're wincing at every minute, and you're way too close to the camera. You know I'll never complain about seeing your face up close, but you never put it this close before."

He was the smartest student in his classes for a reason. Also, he knows you better than anybody. Of course he'd notice something is off.

"It's nothing, really. Just a little scratch. anyways-"

"Really? let me see it, then."

You sighed in defeat and zoomed out the camera so the screen can capture your entire figure sitting on your bed, revealing your left knee that's currently being supported by a white knee brace.

Caleb was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Can you still move around?"

"Yeah! It hurts a little, but I can move! It'll heal in no time, so - "

"Stay inside your apartment and try not to do any heavy work. I'll see you soon, Pip-squeak."

"Okay - wait what?!"

You then faced a black screen that informed you that your video call has ended.

"Caleb?!"

You were woke up at seven in the morning by the alluring smell of breakfast food.

"...no way...."

The very second you sat up, you heard footsteps coming towards you and soon you were face to face with Caleb.

"Good morning, Pip-squeak." He ruffled your hair and laughed at the results.

"I can't believe you came all the way here all of a sudden! If it's because of my knee, I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

He nodded. "It doesn't seem that serious, which is good. But you have a history of worsening some of your injuries back then because you'd move around so much, thinking it won't be any harm. I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen again."

You can't even be mad at him for always caring about you. "You're right. Sorry for making you come here so suddenly."

"No need to apologize. Anyway, since you're up already, it's time to go eat! Come on!"

You let out a squeak as Caleb suddenly carried you, with one arm carefully placed under your legs and the other supporting your back.

"Caleb! I can still walk!"

"And I can carry you, so I'm doing that."

He brought you to the kitchen and sat you down on a chair. A plate full of warm food is already waiting for you.

"When did you get here?"

"Around four in the morning."

It's way too early for you to try and figure out how it was possible to travel so quickly from Skyhaven to Linkon, so you made no comment about it.

As you started eating, Caleb knelt down on one knee next to you. He observed your knee brace for a moment before taking it off.

"What are you doing?"

He gave you a grin as he held up a newly bought knee brace, still in its package. "I got you a better one that'll speed up your recovery. I've had a knee injury before too when I was at the Academy, and this is what I used. Healed me in no time."

"You injured your knee before?! When?!" you gasped, using your right index finger to poke his forehead. "Why didn't you tell me and grandma?!"

He chuckled. "Because you would've done the same thing I did. You'd go over there and make a fuss. I wouldn't have minded it, but you would've been quite a distraction."

Distraction not only for him, but for other the guys in the academy, too. Sure, a lot of his friends already knew who you were and they really believed you were already his girlfriend due to all the times you'd pretend to be a couple.

Still, knowing how they acted, they'd be stealing your attention, which he prefers to be kept all to himself.

Besides, he wouldn't want you to travel far just to take care of him. He prefers to go to you. It doesn't matter where you are, or how far the distance between you two is. He'll always come to you.

"And grandma would be scolding me while you copy her expressions while standing next to her." Caleb continues, smiling as he recalled some memories of him getting scolded after getting hurt. "I would've gotten the double-disappointed glares."

Caleb took off the white knee brace that the hospital put on you. His eyes lingered on your knee for a moment and gently brushed his fingers against your skin. Then, he gave your knee a quick kiss.

You tilted your head as you looked at him curiously, holding back a smile.

"You know when people say, 'Kiss it and make it better'? It actually has some logic to it."

"Really?"

As Caleb puts on the red knee brace that he got for you, he explains. "Firstly: saliva has healing properties, so it really does help small wounds recover faster. Secondly: kissing in general induces hormones that relieves stress and brings relief and happiness, which overall is good for a healthy healing body."

"Spoken like a true nerd."

Caleb pressed your cheeks with only one hand. "And this nerd's going to make sure you heal very quickly."

He dives in to kiss your lips.

Again and again and again.

And just when you were ready for a deeper and longer kiss, he pulls away and goes back to the stove to cook some more.

"To do that, I'll make sure you eat all your food, including your fruits and vegetables so that your body can be healthy and recover fast."

You wanted to throw an apple at the back of his head, but you know with past experience that never works out well. Even without his evol, he somehow always knows and catches it.

You also quickly lost your motivation to hit him for teasing you because when you look down at the brace on your knee, there was a small doodle of an ugly smiley face on it.

Caleb smirked, scooting a chair right next to you before sitting down to join you for breakfast.

"If you want that gone, you better do your best in recovering fast. Otherwise, you'd be stuck with it, along with me and my special healing methods. Or maybe....." He leans his face close to you and his lips hovered yours but doesn't make contact with them at all. "Or maybe it can be your reward for when you get better. What do you think, pip-squeak?"

Maybe you do want to throw an apple at him.

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