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Moonlit Bath

(Diavolo x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (slightly submissive Diavolo) (NSFW tags: brief food play, sex in the water, oral, biting, marking, penetration with no condom, creampie, cock warming, outdoor sex, very sweet and gentle, no specifics about MC's genitals which was a bit difficult, but I didn't want to make two versions - maybe next time, though?)

Word Count: +3,600

“Please, Lucifer?” Diavolo was already a full minute into his appeal with no sign of Lucifer giving him an inch.

“No; must I repeat myself again, Diavolo?” Lucifer sighed and set his drink down on the table between them. “I’m not giving you my blessing. You can invite them, and they can accept, but I won’t pretend to be happy about it.”

“Please, reconsider,” Diavolo decided to switch tactics, “MC has been so exhausted recently. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

Lucifer tensed up. Got him, Diavolo thought. Lucifer leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, intertwining his fingers and cupping his hands around his knee. “You realize that you’re twisting me into an uncomfortable position, don’t you?”

“Of course,” Diavolo smiled, “so?”

“As I said, you can invite them, and MC is free to go with you. Just make sure they have a good time, alright?”

“Of course,” Diavolo held his hand out to Lucifer, “thank you, Lucifer. I will ensure MC enjoys themselves.”

Lucifer took Diavolo’s hand firmly – aggressively so – and cautioned his friend, “you had better return them in one piece.”

That conversation held behind closed doors preceded Diavolo’s invitation to take you on an overnight trip. He was right about you being exhausted, and it was no surprise that the House of Lamentation had played a part in that. You loved the brothers, but sometimes they drained your energy. So, when Diavolo was gifted two vouchers for an overnight resort, you were the first person on his mind. You deserved a break, and he craved a night alone with you. Although he knew that your decision was all that mattered, he didn’t like the idea of Lucifer being upset with him, and Diavolo knew that Lucifer hated to let you leave his side for longer than a few hours. Having preemptively smoothed things over with Lucifer, Diavolo finished his drink and eagerly sought you out.

“MC, would you be willing to clear your schedule this weekend for me?” Diavolo asked with a childlike grin.

“I can probably manage that, but what do you need me for?”

He presented the voucher to you, “would you go to an overnight resort with me? Each room has gorgeous outdoor baths, and the resort provides guests with a large selection of bath products to enhance the experience. They also have chefs from across the Devildom to provide room service. The resort offers massages, as well. You could relax with me for a full day.”

“Really?” You perked up.

“Of course,” Diavolo laughed, “and if that isn’t enough, the manager informed me that they have small, crow-shaped portable freezers, so you can fill them up with drinks and desserts and enjoy them in the bath. A few gourmet ice cream brands partnered with the resort, so they have the best options.”

You pulled Diavolo into a hug, “you had me at overnight resort, but that all sounds amazing! I’d love to go with you! Thank you so much.”

Diavolo chuckled and picked you up in his arms, twirling you around. He couldn’t look away from that smile – it was as if the invitation itself had rejuvenated you. Anticipation rose in his chest: a whole day alone with you where you could just enjoy yourself around him. If you could feel at peace with him, he would be the happiest demon in all three realms. He couldn’t resist peppering kisses all over your face.

“I promise you’ll have a good time,” you could feel the joy in his words and the smile on his lips as he kissed down your neck. He pulled away from you reluctantly, a slight pout on his lips, “but for now, I have to head back to the castle. Barbatos won’t let me so much as leave my office this weekend if I don’t get my work done on time, so I need to get that done for you.”

“My prince,” you kissed him once more to hold him over. “Work hard. I won’t slack off either, so we can enjoy this weekend together.”

Diavolo’s chest flooded with affection. He bit his lip, wondering if you would allow him to be greedy with you, “can I have one more kiss? Please?”

“Yes, my little prince,” you placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Now, get your work done.”

You both kept your ends of the deal, and when Diavolo drove up to the House of Lamentation that Saturday morning, no one could deter you from getting into that car. The drive was relaxing in its own way, and it gave you an opportunity to stare at Diavolo all you wanted. He could see you watching him from the corner of his eyes, and it took all the restraint he had not to pull the car over in some scenic location and fuck you right there – or let you fuck him. He didn’t really care, so long as he could touch you.

It was a quarter past noon when you checked in. Before you walked into the room, Diavolo confessed, “I requested that they give us a room with only one bed. I hope that wasn’t too presumptuous of me, given our relationship.”

“Of course, it’s fine. I’m a bit insulted that you think I wouldn’t want to share a bed with you,” you joked as he unlocked the door. You pulled him into the room and towards the bed, gently pushing him onto it. He stared up at you expectingly, and you rewarded him with a kiss. You pulled away and stared at his soft gold eyes; desire lived in his eyes when he looked at you – an emotional exhibitionist who bared his feelings for you. When Diavolo made himself so easy to read, you almost felt impure for looking at him, knowing you were seeing something no one else would, as he had expressed so many times that he only showed these sides of himself to you. You smiled at him to hide your shame at witnessing such raw honesty. Still only inches from his lips, you spoke, “I’m looking forward to getting you in bed later tonight, my little prince.”

Diavolo could feel his face burning. For a brief moment, he wanted to forgo all other plans and spend the next few hours in bed with you, but he knew that patience would pay off.

Diavolo stomached someone else’s hands on your body during the couples massage he booked – although he made a point to hold your hand the whole time, much to the inconvenience of both of your masseuses. It seemed as if Diavolo was intent on touching you to his heart’s content today. He even suggested that you feed each other when you ordered room service. As advertised, you two enjoyed a relaxing afternoon – although Diavolo could not determine whether the resort had a larger impact on this peace or whether it was you. Actually, no, he knew it was mostly you, but he could only hope you would say the same about him. He was too embarrassed to ask.

With the early hours of night upon you and the moon beginning to rise in the sky, you and Diavolo visited the resort’s shop to select your bath products and filled your portable freezer up with a selection of fancy macarons and pints of ice cream. Diavolo held the freezer up and smiled, “this is so cute, it kind of looks like one of the crows that follows Mammon around, right?”

“That really chubby one?”

“Exactly!” Diavolo laughed. “Do you think they sell these? I would love to have one of them at the castle. I could fill it with your favorite ice cream and keep it in my room. That way, if you’re ever having a rough day, you can come directly to me, and even if I can’t help, I’ll have ice cream.”

He was always thinking of you, and it was so sweet that it was hard to respond to, so instead, you pet him, taking the time to enjoy how soft his hair was. Diavolo melted against your hand. Finally, you managed to speak, “I’m sure we can find a way to get you one.”

Diavolo grinned and started to pull you out onto the room’s private patio. Leafy trees and stone walls isolated you from other customers without hindering your view of the sky. From the cliffside on which the resort was located, you could even look out above a small oceanside town and the vast body of water. The moon floated just above the horizon, leaving a small space between its brilliant glow and a wavering reflection.

The bath was a massive natural stone structure, sunk into the ground with more than enough room for four people – which explained why the bath bombs were so large and came in a pack of two. A slightly raised stone bar was attached to the bath, and on it was a basket of towels, a bottle of Demonus in an ice bucket, and two wine glasses. Next to the bath was a showerhead attached to the tall stone wall. A variety of cool colored Devildom flora were planted around the patio, with a deep violet flower sprouting up near the edge of the bath catching your eye. It was almost a perfect contrast to Diavolo’s eyes.

“What do you think, MC?” Diavolo asked you.

“This is gorgeous, Diavolo! I almost can’t believe I’m in the Devildom,” you stared in awe. He laughed in the face of your honesty before turning your gaze towards him, running his thumb across your lower lip.

“One day, I’m going to show you just how beautiful the Devildom can be. I want to take you to every pretty place and watch as the shock slowly disappears – so that whenever you leave, you dream of coming back to me.”

He looked so sincere. You wanted to apologize for how you phrased your awe, but he kissed you before you could speak. One of his hands started to play with the hem of your shirt. Diavolo had been patient long enough, and he had been looking forward to bathing in the moonlight with you more than anything. He wanted your naked body pressed against him in the steaming water. You squeezed his bicep softly as you kissed him back. The bliss painted across his face when he pulled away was starting to make you impatient, too.

“Get undressed,” you told him. “I’ll start running the bath while you wash off.”

As you filled the tub, ensuring that the water wasn’t too hot for your skin, you stole glances at Diavolo. He was so sensual that it was hard to believe he wasn’t purposely putting a show on for you: the water rinsing suds slowly down his chest and arms as if it was caressing him, the way his hair clung to the nape of his neck, and even the way he bent down to lather his legs seemed unfairly sexual. When the bath was nearly filled, you dropped in the bath bombs. The water became a soft, milky pink, as flower petals and herbs floated to the surface.

Diavolo came up behind you, his warm, wet body pressing against you in an embrace. He whispered into your ear, “your turn to wash up.”

You nodded, hoping that the warmth you felt was in part due to the heat of the bath. Diavolo got into the tub and watched you shamelessly as you undressed and washed yourself until you finally joined him. The second you dipped into the water, his hands were on you. He kissed you wildly, opening his mouth as if to beg you to slip your tongue inside of him. He moaned against your lips. You pulled away so you could leave kisses across the top of his chest – any part of him that rested above the water – while caressing his chest and stomach just below. He leaned back and moaned louder.

“Wait, MC,” he whimpered through shallow panting.

“Yes, my prince?” you asked against his skin.

“I brought you here to make you feel better.”

“I do feel better,” you sucked on his collarbone.

“No,” he moaned and held you by your hips, “I want to make you feel good first, please?”

You pulled back and looked at him, disheveled and slightly flushed. His lips parted desperately. Diavolo begged again, “can I? Please?”

“What did you have in mind?” you asked while smoothing his hair back.

Instead of replying, he lifted you out of the water and sat you at the edge of the bath. The stone ground was cold, but Diavolo’s warm hands caressing your hips and thighs warmed you up slightly. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder so he could easily kiss and bite your inner thighs. He eagerly sucked on your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys up your thigh before slowly kissing back down the trail of marks. You moaned and ran your hands through his hair. He pulled back slightly, pride swelling in his chest for marking you and forcing those sweet noises out of your mouth. Between the sweet scent of you and the milk bath, he felt intoxicated. Diavolo panted and asked, “can I try something?”

“Of course,” you smiled down at him. Diavolo reached for the freezer and pulled out a pint of ice cream. He scooped a small spoonful out and dropped it on your thigh.

“That’s cold,” you complained, earning a chuckle from him.

He watched it start to melt against your hot skin, slowly sliding down your thigh. Diavolo brought his tongue to your skin and licked you clean, the taste of your skin and ice cream melding. His mouth was so hot compared to the sensation before. He grabbed the bottle of Demonus and poured a generous stream down your other thigh, letting some of it drip into the bath. He licked the sticky trail of liquor off of you, pulling another moan out of you. You were so intoxicating to him.

As nice as his teasing tongue felt on your thighs, you wanted more. You used the leg he had placed on his shoulder to slowly pull him closer to you. He licked his lips as you did so.

“Want me to taste you now?” Diavolo asked. You nodded and he dove in, using his mouth to pleasure you greedily. His tongue eagerly lapping at you and his sweet moans sending vibrations through your body. He swirled his tongue around your most sensitive spots, savoring your taste. You could feel his fervor in the desperate sucking and licking, causing you to clench your eyes shut.

Suddenly, you heard a large splash in the water. You looked down at him, some of your fluids dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide. In his excitement, his lower set of wings had sprouted out of his back. You were taken aback, but still enamored with the sight of him. You felt one wing graze your foot and tried not to laugh.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” you smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I got worked up,” he averted his gaze shyly. “I can transform back.”

“No, no it’s adorable,” you chuckled and reached out to pet his head. The moonlight reflected off his hair and along his wet skin. He was so lovely. Diavolo gave you a grin that distorted your notions of what was angelic and what should have been demonic.

With your permission, he continued, allowing you to hold his head and guide him. You watched his wings twitch slightly as he moaned. The moonlight shined against the soft gold at the tip of his wings. His pretty mouth felt so good that you tilted your head back and ran your fingers through his hair mindlessly. Diavolo could tell you were getting close and started to use his hands. He pulled you closer to the edge of the tub so that he had better access. Diavolo licked one finger and slowly put it inside of you, curling his finger to bring you more pleasure.

“I’m close,” you tightened your grip on his hair.

“Good. Take whatever you need from me,” he said before continuing to put his mouth on you. He added another finger, stretching you out slightly. You rolled your hips and felt him go deeper. Diavolo savored the feeling of you clenching around his fingers and twitching against his mouth as you came for him. With little regard for your sensitivity, he gave you a few more soft licks and gentle thrusts with his fingers before he pulled them out of you. He licked his lips and gulped, ensuring that he took everything you gave him.

“MC, I can’t hold back anymore. Please, let me fuck you. Please?” Diavolo begged you. You tried to find the words to reply in your afterglow. Impatient, he continued his pleas between messy kisses along your inner thigh. His damp hair tickled your legs. “Please, I want to keep making you feel good.”

You found it impossible to deny him, and as soon as you agreed, he pulled you into the water with him. He set you on top of his lap so you could feel his hard cock against your stomach. He rubbed himself against you a few times before aligning himself with your hole, stimulating you at the same time. Slowly, he thrusted up into you, with the warm water easing the insertion. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tracing your hands along his wings – which seemed to enhance his pleasure. The water in the bath ebbed and flowed in rhythm with his thrusting. A splashing sound pulsed in harmony with his moaning and the slapping of your skin. One of Diavolo’s hands held you firmly by your back while the other rubbed your body in the thin space between the two of you. His hand snaked even lower, driving you crazy until your eyes were screwed tight.

“How does it feel?” he managed between shaky moans. You could hear the need in his voice, and you indulged him.

“You’re doing so good, my prince,” you pulled back and kissed him. Your taste still lingered in his mouth. Praise was all he needed for his hand to pick up speed and pressure for you. His thrusts became slower and deeper, causing you to sink your nails in his back. He moaned into the pain.

“Fuck,” he growled, “can I cum inside of you? Let me mark your insides, please.”

“Yes,” you panted, “cum for me.”

As he did, he bit your shoulder at the base of your neck in a weak attempt to muffle his moaning. The vibrations of his mouth and the sharp pain combined with the heat of his cum inside of you and the continued stimulation from his hand, which pushed you over the edge a second time.

He released your shoulder and kissed over the saliva coated indents in your skin. His eyes were hazy when he pulled back. Still inside of you, Diavolo let out a content sigh.

“I’m so happy you came with me,” he smiled and kissed the mark on your shoulder again. Realizing what he said, he got flustered, “ah, wait! I didn’t mean – I meant that I’m happy you came to the resort with me, not that you came at the same time as me.”

“I know,” you chuckled and smoothed down his hair.

“But I’m happy about that too,” he admitted, burying himself against your neck and holding you tight. You soothed his embarrassment with gentle pats.

However, the cool night air was starting to get the better of you. You interrupted his nuzzling, “Diavolo, my sweet prince, the water is getting cold. We should probably wash off and go inside.”

Diavolo refused to pull away from your neck, choosing to whine against your skin, instead. “I don’t want to take my dick out of you. It’s so warm. Is it possible to wash up and stay inside of you?”

You couldn’t resist laughing. He may be the next demon king, but right now, he was just a needy demon who loved you too much to want to be apart from you. You traced a finger down his back, feeling the slight bumps along his skin where you had scratched him. “I’m not sure about that.”

“Then at least let me wash you this time. I’ll even dry you off,” Diavolo offered through a half-genuine pout. He added, “after all, there are still plenty of hours left in the night, and I want to take care of you for every second of it.”

Bonus:

When Diavolo walked you up to the House of Lamentation, Lucifer greeted you both at the door. He was quick to spot the bite mark near the base of your neck. He glared, barely containing his demon form, “what the fuck did I tell you?”

“I brought them back in one piece – like I promised.”

“With a giant bite mark!”

“But I had a good time, Lucifer,” you admitted. His gaze instantly softened, but he pulled you into the house and closed the door on Diavolo.

“Next time you need a day off, I’ll deal with it myself,” Lucifer grumbled.

By the time you had returned to your room, you had three messages from Diavolo:

Don’t let him see your thighs, MC!

Actually, don’t show anyone else your thighs. I’d be happy if I was the only one.

Also, I had a great time with you. I can’t wait until I can spend another night alone with you. I want to make you feel even better next time.

[girlkisser13]

hebe cabin headcanons

children of hebe

• the younger they are, the easier they are to trace. this is due to their mother being the goddess of youth.

• they are very forgiving, compassionate, and understanding individuals. they have this aura of kindness that often makes them the best people to talk to about personal problems.

• they’re the innocent one in the friend group.

• they have celestial bronze legos that they scatter in front of barefoot monsters.

• baby faces. all of them.

• they all have naturally clear skin.

• they find "anti-aging" skin creams so amusing. they all the real way to stay youthful forever, and it’s a lot less pleasant than slapping lotion onto your face.

• they 100% run a skincare business with the aphrodite cabin.

• none of them are american.

• they all speak different languages but they’re all able to understand each other.

• it’s the same way babies can seemingly talk and understand each other. even if there are differences, they still seem to share a deep innate language with each other.

• they’re the embodiment of a healed inner child.

• you know those people in the hospitality industry who are, like, scary good at their job?

• like the hotel concierge, or maître d’hotel, or wedding planner who runs the tightest ship you’ve ever seen, and can provide services for their customers that don’t even seem possible?

• those are the children of hebe.

• they’d also make really good servers, bartenders, and plastic surgeons.

cabin exterior

• the cabin is adorned with a variety of fresh flowers, growing in beds around the cabin or hanging in baskets. they also feature hebe shrubs (named after their mother).

• the architecture incorporates playful and youthful design elements, such as carvings of children and decorations of butterflies, and birds.

• small fountains of water surround the cabin, adding a sense of freshness and continuous renewal. the sound of trickling water could create a calming and rejuvenating atmosphere. there is a big one right in front of the entrance that represents the fountain of youth.

• a statue of their mother, hebe, stands near the entrance, she’s holding a chalice as she did in mythology, symbolizing her role as the cupbearer to the gods.

• a wide, welcoming porch with comfortable seating invite campers to relax and enjoy the youthful energy that the cabin exudes. the porch is decorated with cozy cushions and potted plants.

cabin interior

• lots of pastels, stained glass, curtains, but still a very comfortable and welcoming area. they also have a huge vending machine in the cabin.

• the cabin is constantly filled with the scent of blossoms and fresh grass, giving it a perpetually fresh and lively feel.

• since hebe is associated with youth and beauty, there are elegant vanity tables with ornate mirrors. these mirrors have a subtle magical quality, enhancing the viewer’s best features.

• the furniture is cozy and inviting, with plush couches and bean bags. the beds are adorned with soft, fluffy blankets and pillows, making it a perfect place for relaxation and rest.

• there's a dedicated space for physical fitness and wellness activities. this includes yoga mats, light weights, and an assortment of health and beauty products.

• they have a collection of vintage items and keepsakes from different eras. they include old-fashioned toys, games, and memorabilia that evoke nostalgia.

• they have a small fountain in the center of their cabin. the water has minor rejuvenating properties, offering a sense of refreshment and renewal to anyone who drinks from it.

cabin traditions

• every morning, they start their day with a refreshing drink of ambrosia-infused water. i headcanon that the infused water acts as caffeine for them.

• once a week, they host a game night featuring classic childhood games, like tag, hopscotch, and hide-and-seek.

• each member of the cabin dedicates one day each month to perform acts of kindness and service around the camp, helping to spread positive energy and support among fellow campers.

• they have a jar inside of their cabin where they can drop notes about happy moments or achievements. at the end of the summer, they read through the notes to reflect on their growth and experiences.

• regular arts and crafts sessions where they make bracelets, charms, and other small items symbolizing youth and vitality, often gifting these to other campers as tokens of friendship.

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『Always - bsf!nick x reader 』

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warnings: swearing. that’s it.

purple = nick

pink = y/n

NOT PROOFREAD!

b/n: wrote this cos i’m on it rn😐🤷🏾‍♀️

THIS IS REALLY SHORT AND I DIDNT HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR IT SO SORRY IN ADVANCE😭

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Sometimes I wish I didn’t have my period. It was basically the worst time of my life, and I was going through it.

I was laying in bed holding my stomach while attempting to watch a movie. It felt like being stabbed over and over again.

I couldn’t do it anymore, I had to call Nick. Nick was my best friend since forever, and practically knew me better than myself.

“Hey y/n what’s up?”

“Hey nick do you think you could come over?”

My voice broke as the stabbing pain came back.

“Yeah I can, i’m on my way,”

I hung up the phone and started balling. I held my stomach, it never helped. I took the Advil bottle that was on my nightstand and took it. I hate how long it takes to kick in.

After that I just cry, not even trying to attempt to watch the movie, but just crying.

“oh y/nnnnnnnnn”

His voice was muffled because of how much i was crying.

“oh y/n don’t cry”

He placed all of the bags of stuff he brought down by my bed hugged me.

“im sorry nick,”

“and i look horrible, i’m so sorry”

That’s all I could manage to muster out before sobbing.

“I don’t care about what you look like hun.”

I still was balling my eyes out. It was just so much pain to bear.

“Shhh….its okay I’m here now so let’s forget about that let’s watch the movie.”

“thank you”

“Anything for you girl.”

I noticed the bags and started to get curious about them.

“nick what did you buy?”

“A heating pad, 2 bags of chips, 2 tubs of ice cream, a blanket, giant sized chocolate bars, and chinese takeout?”

“Nick you didn’t have to though”

“But I did so let’s not worry about your period and get you distracted.”

I got up and and decided to take a shower. I hadn’t done anything today except for staying in bed doing absolutely nothing. It was only day 2 of my period and I had many more days coming.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay y/n I’ll be out here waiting for you”

I went into the bathroom and closed the door, and looked at the mirror. My hair was all messy and my face all wet from the crying. I needed to take a shower ASAP.

I undressed and stepped in the shower, the water was cold but I was unusually hot still. I let the cold water run a couple more seconds and I was back to a regular temperature. My period blood had dripped onto the shower floor and I needed to hurry up and put on a pad.

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I hopped out the shower and dried my body. I felt much better and rejuvenated, but still remembered to hurry and put on a pad.

I put on some new clothes and a new pad, I went back to my bedroom where Nick was scrolling on his phone.

“Hey y/n do you feel better?”

“Yeah I really needed that shower.”

“Okay come on we are watching my favorite movie.”

“I just know you’re gonna love it”

“Okay nick”

“Also the boys were wondering if they could come too but i told matt to drive me here and to leave their asses home..”

“See this is why your my best friend”

“Exactly.”

We never watched the movie. We spent the rest of the night looking at matching nail designs to get for next week. This is why Nick is my bestfriend.

He was there for me; Always.

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a/n: idk if this is good or not but🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

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Night Skincare Routine 🌙

A night skincare routine is essential for maintaining healthy skin as it allows your skin to recover, repair, and rejuvenate while you sleep. Here's a basic night skincare routine to follow <3

Makeup Removal/Cleansing

Start by removing any makeup using a gentle makeup remover or micellar water. Ensure all traces of makeup are thoroughly removed from your face.

Cleansing

Wash your face with a gentle cleanser suitable for your skin type (dry, oily, combination, sensitive, etc.). Gently massage the cleanser onto your skin in circular motions and rinse with lukewarm water. Exfoliation (2-3 times a week)

Exfoliate

Exfoliate your skin to remove dead skin cells and unclog pores. Use a chemical exfoliant (like AHAs or BHAs) or a gentle scrub. Be cautious not to over-exfoliate, as it can irritate the skin.

Toning

Apply a toner to balance your skin's pH levels and remove any remaining impurities. Toners also prepare your skin to better absorb the products applied afterward.

Serums/Treatments

Apply targeted serums or treatments based on your skin concerns. This could include vitamin C serums for brightening, hyaluronic acid for hydration, retinol for anti-aging, or niacinamide for pore refinement. Pat the serums gently onto your skin.

Eye Cream

Use an eye cream to moisturize and treat the delicate skin around your eyes. Dab a small amount with your ring finger and gently pat it around the orbital bone.

Moisturizer

Apply a nourishing night cream or moisturizer suited for your skin type. Night creams tend to be richer and provide intense hydration. Massage it into your skin in upward motions.

Face Oil (Optional)

If your skin tends to be on the drier side, you might consider applying a facial oil to lock in moisture. Choose oils like jojoba, rosehip, or argan, and apply a few drops, pressing them gently onto your skin.

Lip Care

Don’t forget your lips! Apply a hydrating lip balm or treatment to keep your lips moisturized overnight.

Additional Tips

Sleeping on a clean pillowcase can also contribute to healthier skin. If you're using any prescription treatments or specific skincare products, it's best to consult with a dermatologist for personalized advice.

Consistency is key in skincare routines. Stick to your routine for a few weeks to see noticeable improvements in your skin.

Remember, everyone's skin is unique, so it's essential to tailor your skincare routine based on your skin type, concerns, and any sensitivities you may have. If you're unsure about certain products or steps, consult a dermatologist or skincare professional for guidance.

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How To Take Care of Your To-Be Possessed Host: A Guide by Marcy Wu

Hello everyone, today I'm going to be giving you some tips on how to take care of a host that you are planning to possess! This is mainly targeted at eldritch Gods who want to conquer and/or destroy the world(s), but everyone could use these tricks and tip in my opinion.

Let's get started!

First, and foremost, (and this kinda depends on how you're going to get your host to co-operate with you) in case you stab your host in the process of trying to stop them from getting their friends home, make sure to keep the rejuvenation tank warm because your host will appreciate you for it and it will also make sure they don't end up with knee pain or make their chronic pain WORSE. Keep your dang tank warm.

Second of all, ibuprofen! Most host's best friend and especially if you had to take unconventional approaches to getting your host to BE the host, for example, the aforementioned stabbing, concussions etc. (Though I've heard you're also supposed to see a doctor for that).

Third, get a warm blanket! Even if it isn't that cold, something warm and fuzzy is sure to put both your host and yourself in the mood for some conquering!

Fourthly, if your host happens to be neurodivergent, and even if they're not, just in case, keep a bottle of Adderall on hand! If you're going to conquer the world, it'd be useful to make sure that your host doesn't keep spacing out! Or keep having intrusive thoughts about betrayal that may or may not have been committed along the way, that usually tends to mess with the focusing on conquering bit.

Last but not least! Make sure to have some treats, gotta keep up that seratonin up, ya know? Hot chocolate, ice cream, a few dozen mugs of coffee, the more variety the better!

That being said, if you guys have any other suggestions let me know ^^

Keep your hosts satisfied and healthy, and happy conquering!!

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Chapter 16: Miya Atsumu Pt. 2

Prompt: Readers screws with Character Character: Miya Atsumu ________________________

Days had passed, and you had started to forget that you and Miya Atsumu had met. Nothing had ever come from his seemingly empty threat, and you went about your life as usual. The bakery remained a sanctuary, a place where the chaos of the world seemed to fade away amid the scent of freshly baked goods and the comforting routine of daily tasks. Dreadful schooling followed by sleepless nights, leading to rejuvenating work at the bakery.

At least until something happened.

You were in the back as always, seeing how it was yet another slow day. The sound of the radio station playing through the beat speakers was soothing you as you whipped a batch of batter to the preferred consistency. Your concentration on the batter was slightly broken however, when you saw Funaba-san walk into the back from the walk-in freezer, phone in hand and a huge smile on his face, eyes sparkling in excitement.

“Never mind the rush! We’re just happy to be recommended! I can assure you this honour will be done to the best of our abilities. Thank you very much!” The phone ended with you smiling, even though you had no idea what was going on. “Good news?” You asked the old man, already knowing the answer. You could practically see his bones jingle in excitement as he told you. “We’ve been asked to cater a charity gala. It’s being held by a huge sports association.” You could feel your jaw drop in shock.

Your local bakery. The one that never gets more than 5 people at a time, was asked to cater this calibre of an event. It almost seemed too good to be true.

Almost.

“Funaba-san! That’s incredible!” You couldn’t hide the shock from your voice, but the owner was much too focused to care. He immediately pulled out a paper and pen, writing furiously on ideas for the theme, the pastries, the flavours. You too soon fell into the excitement, letting it swallow you whole.  The next few hours were a whirlwind of brainstorming, planning, and excitement as you and Funaba-san worked out every detail for the grand event. The entire process felt surreal, almost like a dream unfurling before your eyes. You spent countless hours in the coming days at the bakery, opting to create beautiful and delicious sweets instead of studying for whatever classes you had. In two weeks, you and Funaba-san had created three different tiered cakes, countless flavoured macaroons, tarts, cream puffs, and fruit parfaits accentuated with gold leaf and beautiful pastel colours that you coloured yourself.

On the eve of the event, the aromas of freshly baked pastries filled the air as you carefully arranged the delicate creations on elegantly decorated tables. After swirling the last icing dollop on your now extremely tired and cramped hand, you took a step back to admire the dozens of cupcakes at your workstation. Icing colours littered your apron, clothes and hands, but looking at it all now...

It was so, so worth it.

“You did well.” Funaba-san groaned out, stretching his back from being crouched over too long, dusting a cake with flaked gold. His praise made your heart light, and you couldn’t stop the smile from making its way across your face. “Thank you.” You said, truly sincere.

He walked over to you, admiring your work with you. “You are a baker.” You sigh, knowing that he was right, but refuse to say anything.

“So why aren’t you one?” You could feel your chest tighten at the question. You sighed once more, before taking your apron off and hanging it on the wall. “Funaba-san,” You started, wiping your forehead. “My parents are only paying for me to stay here and study. If I gave up on that, I couldn’t stay here. I simply can’t afford it.” You couldn’t look at the man, knowing exactly the expression he’d have. One that you couldn’t stand.

Disappointment.

“Baking… Is a nice hobby. I’m happy with keeping it as that.” You continue and at that, you hear the old man chuckle, causing you to turn around. You watched him walk towards you, a wistful look in his eye. He simply rubbed the icing you didn’t know you had on your forehead off, showing you the beautiful pastel purple, you had mixed in.  “This,” He paused, “Is not the look of a hobby. This is the look of a baker.”

You could only swallow, feeling a sudden lump in your throat.

Funaba-san walks back to the pastries, beginning to put them in their boxes, ready for the event. After a few moments you join him, and it’s as if nothing ever happened.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t prefer it.

“Also, you’ll be going to the Gala.” Funaba-san had said it simply, but the whole sentence made your soul leave your body the tiniest bit.

“Pardon me?” You heard your voice crack, but you didn’t care on account of being thrown so out of the loop. The man looked at you, amusement clearly in his eyes. “I don’t trust any of the part-time caterers like I do with you. I know you will do them justice.” You sputtered, so many questions going through your head.

“I—" Was the only word you could get out for a few moments. “Don’t have anything to wear?” You meant it as a statement, but the suddenness of the situation made it sound like a question. Funaba-san laughed, a full-belly one too, right before digging in his pocket and handing you a clump of cash.

Straight from the deposit you know he received.

“Find something nice. You are representing the bakery you know.” All words dry up in your throat. The gesture and the quickness of the situation developing, you could only hold a weary smile, and say a very strained ‘Thank you’.

This was going to be a shitshow.

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You were in a panic. You had never been to a Gala before, let alone represented the bakery at such an event.

Due to Funaba-san’s bomb being dropped on you, the day of the Gala was going to be a whirlwind of nerves, frustration and even more nerves. You had to find something to wear, but more importantly, you had to prepare yourself mentally for the big night ahead. You were never one for parties, and for one that was as serious as this, you were a mess.

You had run to the mall the second it opened, begging any associate within earshot to tell you what a black-tie event meant. Now, as a broke university student, you never had the money to actually buy anything apart from food and a textbook here and there, but with the help of Funaba-san, you managed to find a pretty decent dress. It was a black, knee-length dress that was form-fitting and flared out at the bottom in a cascade of fabric. The neckline was a simple V, but also mirroring in the back, dipping but still remaining conservative. It was very flattering on you and paired with your favourite black wedges, the look was complete.

However, as you stood before the mirror, hair up in an elegant updo you found online and your make-up done to the best of your abilities, the knot of anxiety in your stomach tightened. You felt a little out of place, more accustomed to flour-stained aprons and comfortable shoes than a sophisticated dress and heels. You studied your reflection, tugging slightly at the hem of the dress, attempting to ease the feeling of unease that coiled within you.

"It's just a party," you murmured to your reflection, hoping to quell the rising tide of nervousness. But this wasn't just any party—it was a prestigious event, and you were going to be a complete fish out of water.

But it would make Funaba-san proud, so you would do so proudly and with a smile on your face.

By the time the evening rolled around, you had picked up everything in Funaba-sans car, it taking up the entirety of the trunk, backseats and passenger side, you drove carefully to the event. Apartment complexes stretched into high-rise buildings as you navigated through the city. With each passing minute inched closer to the grand hall where the gala would unfold. The GPS guided you, but your mind was elsewhere, occupied by the thought of representing the bakery at such a prestigious gathering. Your heart pounded against your chest, an unsettling combination of excitement and trepidation coursing through your veins.

The venue loomed ahead, a magnificent building adorned with lights that illuminated the night sky. As you pulled into the parking lot, your hands trembled ever so slightly as you cut the engine. The sight of luxury cars and finely dressed attendees entering the hall sent a shiver down your spine. You took a moment to compose yourself, straightening your dress and adjusting your hair in the rearview mirror.

“You can do this.” You whispered to yourself, not even trying to sound like you believed it. Letting out a large sigh, you got out of the car to find the nearest worker, who just so happened to be the valet. You mentioned you were with catering and they explained how to park at the back of the building and what room to put the food in once inside. Absorbing the information, you follow instructions to park Funaba-sans ratty Sudan amongst the other cars of its calibre. Exiting once more, you realize something crucial.

The unpacking of these desserts was going to be extremely tedious without any kind of help.

If he wasn’t a sweet old man, you’d seriously consider whether or not the bakery owner was tormenting you.

With a huge sigh, you open the trunk to start loading in the desserts, walking carefully to not disturb any of the masterpieces inside. After the third trip, you were already regretting coming at all. At least until something interesting happened.

Very interesting.

“Can I help you with those?” The question was poised very simply and innocent enough. It was a man’s voice, and it filled you with gratitude once it hit your ears. You turned, grateful to the man only to find yourself terrified.

There stood Miya Atsumu. In a jet-black suit, his sharp features were accentuated by the evening light, as he looked confused at the way your face morphed.

“Miya? What are you doing here?” Your eyes jilted around, looking for anyone in the vicinity to help you, but there was no one in sight. “Uh, I’m in charge of the food here. “ You squinted, even more confused, but your confusion was matched.

“How do you know my name?” The question took you aback. The unexpected question caught you off guard, morphing your initial fear into a mix of frustration and disbelief. “We met like two weeks ago? The volleyball player with the hot date?” You had decided not the mention the incident, learning your lesson about adding, fuel to the fire. Immediately, Miya’s eyes light up in recognition. He made a sound of understanding, “You met Atsumu. Miya Atsumu.” As the words left his lips, you paused, taking a more discerning look at the man standing before you.

“I’m Miya Osamu. Atsumu’s twin brother.” All of a sudden, it clicked.

Of course, it wasn’t the Miya you knew.

While the physical similarities between the brothers were evident, there was a marked contrast in their demeanour. Atsumu's playful arrogance was replaced by Osamu's more composed and slightly reserved presence. Physically, the differences between Miya Atsumu and Miya Osamu were subtle yet distinct aside from the hair you just now noticed was different. Atsumu had an air of confidence about him, with features that conveyed a more striking and extroverted personality. His demeanour was lively, brimming with a vibrant energy that commanded attention. With a playful smile and an intense gaze, he exuded a certain charm that left an impression, even from the first encounter. On the other hand, Miya Osamu seemed to carry a more grounded presence. He possessed a quieter confidence that spoke volumes without needing the same spotlight as Atsumu.

There was a calmness to his expression that made him appear less intense and more approachable. His smile was softer, with an ease that seemed to invite conversation rather than demand attention.

You can see it all now; clear as day in the dead of night.

“Miya Osamu,” you echoed, the realization settling in as the tension faded from your shoulders. “I didn’t realize you were his twin. Sorry for the confusion.”

“S’alright. We do get mixed up a lot,” Osamu chuckled, extending a hand to help with the desserts. “Let me give you a hand with those. They look too delicate for one person to handle.”

The offer was much appreciated. You cautiously handed him a box, noticing that he seemed to care for the desserts as much as you did. “So,” You started, unable to keep your questions from being asked. “You’re in charge of the food for this event?” Osamu nodded, setting a box down. “Yeah. I actually run my own Nigiri store,” You saw his eyes light up when he mentioned his store, and you felt your heart ache in slight jealousy.

Watching someone live your dreams, especially if that someone nearby, takes a much bigger person than you to handle maturely.

“But Atsumu asked me to help cater, so I did.” You listened as you placed the last box on your table. You started unpacking them, already having a vision in your head as to how you wanted it. “So, what exactly is this event?” Osamu snorted at the question, clearly finding it amusing that you even asked. “It’s just some party to help raise awareness for Japan’s volleyball association. Atsumu plays on one of the teams.” So he wasn’t lying. You thought to yourself, but in all honesty, out of curiosity you did search his name up and what you found.

It was the real deal.

He was a certified celebrity. Sure not a huge one, but a big enough one to make you feel slightly scared that you fucked with him in such a way.

You hummed, noticing that Osamu didn’t leave. In fact, he watched you work as you talked. “He actually recommended you guys too.” He added, making you pause, putting a cupcake down to turn to the twin. “He did?” You ask, incredulously, to which he raises a brow, confused at your tone. By his reaction, you’re assuming his brother didn’t inform him of your shenanigans, but to react that strongly on the day.

Only to recommend you for such a huge event, that’s going to definitely bring attention to the bakery?

It seemed a little too nice for your liking. A lot too nice.

Osamu however, seemed to brush off your reaction. “I mean, by the looks of it,” He looked at your display so far, letting out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “It’s a pretty good recommendation.” You couldn’t stop the blush forming on your cheeks, feeling almost giddy at the compliment. “Thanks,” You looked back at your work, not stopping the words from your mouth. “Keeping the colours consistent between desserts was the most tricky, but I found—“

“Hold on, you made these?” The question caught you off guard. “Yeah, mostly. It’s just me and the owner so it took quite a bit.” You see Osamu’s eyes widen slightly. “Well, you two have got quite a gift.” You laughed lightly before you heard a phone ring. Osamu pulls out his to be the source of the noise and answers. He listens before he looks back at you. “I got to go. It was nice meeting you. I’ll try to find you a little later.” You felt your heart ease at the thought of knowing someone nice at the party. You nodded, waving him away before going back to your table and finishing up the final pieces.

When you took a step back, it looked stunning.

Three majestic, tiered cakes stood tall, each a masterpiece of taste: a decadent chocolate cake adorned with intricate chocolate curls and raspberry ganache, a classic vanilla bean cake draped in fondant and adorned with delicate sugar flowers, and an exotic blend of coconut sponge and passionfruit curd. Rows of dainty macarons showcased pastel hues of raspberry, pistachio, lemon, and rose, promising a harmonious balance of crispness and chewy delight. Elegant tartlets, some filled with zesty lemon cream and fresh berries, others with rich chocolate ganache and edible gold leaf, enticed with their golden pastry shells. Cream puffs, perfectly piped and dusted with powdered sugar, revealed featherlight choux pastry embracing luscious vanilla bean custard. Glassware held fruit parfaits, a medley of strawberries, blueberries, kiwi, whipped cream, and sponge cake, offering a delightful fusion of textures and fruity sweetness. These desserts were not just confections but visual poetry, a stunning display of taste and artistry that mesmerized the eyes and enticed the senses.

Truly, you had outdone yourself.

“Miss?” You turned to the voice, to find a waiter holding a tray of champagne, very gracefully you might add, and encouraging you to take one. You shake your hand, trying to turn him down politely. “Oh, I can’t. I’m part of the help.” You explained, letting out a laugh that you thought as also being part of the help, he’d reciprocate. He only smiled, confusedly. “Actually, I was told to track you down specifically.” He confirmed your name, to which you looked surprised. He takes a glass from his tray and hands it to you, and being in a sort of shock, you accept it.

“You’ve been invited to dine with the guests.” You laugh again, not knowing how to properly convey your emotions.

“But I’m not—Really, I don’t—“ You stuttered and stumbled before the waiter seemingly took pity on you. “Miya-san is expecting you by the bar.” Is all he said before leaving the dining hall to attend to the other guests at the venue, the glass still in your hand.

You felt your heart sink to your stomach as you realized it probably wasn’t Osamu.

As you traversed the opulent venue, the aura of affluence enveloped you like a cocoon. Every detail exuded luxury—gleaming crystal chandeliers casting prismatic patterns across the expansive hall, silk-draped tables adorned with intricate floral arrangements, and a radiant array of dazzling lights that accentuated the grandeur of the surroundings.

Elegant guests, their attire a symphony of couture and sophistication, mingled effortlessly, their laughter tinkling like crystal. Women in resplendent gowns, shimmering with sequins and delicate embroidery, glided gracefully across the marble floors. Men, impeccably suited in tailored tuxedos, exuded an air of refined confidence as they engaged in spirited conversations.

Amidst this tapestry of opulence, you felt acutely aware of your own presence. The simple, knee-length black dress you wore, though stylish, paled in comparison to the extravagant couture adorning the other attendees. It was a garment that seemed more suited to casual dinners with friends or a modest gathering at the university. A wave of self-consciousness washed over you as you glanced down at your ensemble, the dress that seemed so fitting earlier now feeling starkly inadequate in this sea of glamour and sophistication. The meticulous updo, an attempt to exude a semblance of elegance, felt out of place amidst the perfectly coiffed hairstyles and elaborate upstyles of the other women.

Despite the discomfort, you straightened your shoulders, a silent resolve settling within you. You were here on behalf of the bakery, representing the dedication and artistry poured into every confection. The weight of that responsibility tempered your unease, anchoring you in a sense of purpose amid the unfamiliarity of the grand gala.

Except that discomfort came back full force when you saw Miya Atsumu. And you definitely knew it was him.

Dressed in a tailored jet-black suit, Atsumu seemed to wear the garment with a nonchalant elegance that only accentuated his magnetic presence. The jacket was impeccably fitted, emphasizing his lean, athletic frame, hinting at both strength and agility. His crisp white shirt, devoid of any tie, conveyed a casual refinement that bordered on audacity, a subtle defiance against the formal dress code that surrounded him. And man did he own it.

His demeanor exuded a captivating blend of self-assurance and irreverence, a man comfortable in his own skin and unapologetic about it. A crooked, yet charming half-smirk played on his lips, a testament to his spirited personality and the hint of a mischievous nature that lurked beneath his confident exterior.

As he leaned against the bar with an easy grace, engaging the bartender in a casual conversation, he seemed utterly at home in this world of sophistication and glamour. There was an effortless magnetism about him that drew attention, a pull that made it impossible not to notice him in a room brimming with elegance and refinement. You felt your throat form a lump as he caught a glimpse of you in his peripheral, now turning to face you.

You’d never tell anyone that your heart skipped a beat when you saw him give you a once-over.

“Well, well. I didn’t think ya’d come.” You try your best to seem as carefree and calm as you were when you met him the first time in the bakery. But you were outside your playing field, and it seemed like Atsumu knew it too. You give a light shrug, making sure your voice was even before you spoke. “With the size of that deposit, I’d have been crazy not to.” You go to stand next to him, as to not be in the way of any incoming foot traffic, accidentally catching a whiff of his cologne.

He smelled incredible.

Atsumu kept his smile plastered on, the one you could tell wasn’t very genuine as he continued to survey you. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his eyes before his grin widened slightly. “A smart move, then. Gotta admit, didn’t expect ta see ya decked out like this.”

You resisted the urge to fidget, aware of his perceptive scrutiny. “Yeah, well, didn’t expect to be here either,” you replied, a hint of dryness seeping into your tone. “Must admit, this isn’t exactly my scene.”

He chuckled, the sound carrying an air of amusement. “A fish outta water, eh?” Atsumu’s voice was light, the teasing lilt dancing through his words. He leaned back against the bar, one hand casually resting on the polished surface, never breaking eye contact. You met his gaze, holding his eyes for a moment before glancing away.

“I wanted to thank you,” You couldn’t get the nerve to look at him as you spoke, knowing you’d start to blush. “For the, uh, recommendation. Really helped us a lot.” You finally gathered the courage to look, to only find him still smiling, only to realize it had morphed a little.

To something more… Nefarious.

“Yeah, well,” You said, swirling his drink while chuckling slightly. “At least one of us is.” The sentence threw you out of any sort of emotions you were feeling. “Excuse me?” You asked, confused. He laughs again, but it’s a little strained. “I mean, I helped you out with your little bakery, and when I asked you for help, you gave me a career-ending lie.” You felt your blood run cold. You knew he was referring to the fabricated alibi you provided for him, and now his expression showed no trace of the charming demeanour he had before.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, trying to maintain composure despite the sudden turn in the conversation. Atsumu's accusation hangs heavy in the air, and you realize there's no easy way out of this.

“I think career-ending is a bit much.” You say, trying to downplay how serious his words sounded. Truly, at the time when you didn’t think he was someone with a huge following, you didn’t think much of what you were saying. It was stupid, it was funny, and you were bored. But did you ever stop to consider your actions might’ve had consequences?

No. No, you did not.

“You can say that when you don’t have a bunch of reporters breathing down your neck, and your endorsements aren’t on the line.” Atsumu took a sip of his drink, his calmness now slightly terrifying you. You end up taking a sip of your untouched champagne, now needing something to take the edge off.

“What do you want Miya?” You inquire, unable to ignore the mounting tension between the two of you. You figured he wanted something, why else would he invite you at all. But what, you couldn’t fathom.

What was there you could do?

Atsumu takes another sip, finishing his drink before putting it on the bar. He leans closer to you, beginning to feel the warmth from his body. You freeze, unable to move, until you see him point slightly to a crowd of people. “Emiko’s right over there. I want you to explain to her that you lied.” He practically whispered, and you immediately felt your mouth gaped.

Absolutely no fucking way.

You stared at Atsumu, incredulous. The request seemed beyond unreasonable, almost bordering on absurd. “You want me to—right now?” Your voice came out more high-pitched than you intended, betraying the mix of surprise and frustration boiling within you.

Atsumu's gaze didn't waver, his expression holding a firm resolve. "Yeah. It's only fair, ain't it?" His tone was cool, and calculated, a stark contrast to the playful banter you'd witnessed in your previous encounters. The underlying seriousness of the situation pierced through the tension-laden air.

A surge of frustration and helplessness flooded your senses. You hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, hadn’t expected to be faced with such a daunting demand amid an event you were completely ill-prepared for. Your mind raced, contemplating your options in the split seconds that passed.

“Look,” you began, trying to keep your voice steady despite the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. “I understand your situation, but I can't just go up to someone and—”

Atsumu’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone dropping a degree lower. “Ya did it for me once. What's stoppin' ya now?” His gaze held an intensity that made it hard to look away. His words struck a chord, reminding you of the ill-conceived favour you'd granted him earlier, never expecting it to come back with such weight. You scoffed, unable to fathom just how ridiculous the comparison was.

Before you could respond, he continued, “Either ya help me out here, or things could get real messy for ya. Just like how I recommended you, I can recommend other places. Heavily recommended other places.” The threat was subtle yet unmistakable, a subtle reminder of the leverage he held in this situation. You felt taken aback. You could understand a threat personal to you, but to threaten the bakery, Funaba-san.

There was something so cruel about it, your stomach churned.

Your mind raced, scrambling for a way out of this predicament. You knew the potential repercussions if this confrontation went wrong—this was a situation you couldn’t afford to mishandle. But facing that woman and revealing the truth seemed like an insurmountable task, especially during this glamorous gala.

Taking a steadying breath, you attempted to negotiate, to find some middle ground. “Can we talk about this—”

Atsumu's expression hardened, his patience wearing thin. “I ain’t got time to negotiate. Either you do this now or deal with the consequences later.” His words carried a finality that left no room for further discussion.

Fighting a rising wave of panic, you glanced in the direction he had pointed earlier, spotting Emiko amidst the crowd. She stood conversing with a small group of people, her graceful demeanour and poised presence seeming even more intimidating now. Your heart raced, and you struggled to find your footing in this unfamiliar and daunting situation.

A sense of desperation washed over you. You knew you had no choice. Your gaze shifted back to Atsumu, and despite the turmoil swirling within, you managed to conjure a facade of composure. “Fine,” you finally relented, your voice tight with resignation.

Atsumu's expression softened imperceptibly, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He gestured subtly towards Emiko before leaning back, watching intently as you began to navigate through the maze of elegantly dressed guests.

As you traversed the room, a labyrinth of couture and sophistication, you could feel the weight of Atsumu's gaze on your back, a subtle reminder of the daunting task ahead. The meticulous eyes of the attendees followed your movements, their murmurs a hushed backdrop to the pounding of your heart.

You approached the woman who you still didn’t know, who was engrossed in a conversation with another guest, her expression composed yet guarded. As you drew closer, she glanced up, her gaze meeting yours with a discerning intensity. A brief flicker of acknowledgment passed between you before Emiko excused herself from the conversation, her attention fully turning to you.

“Excuse me,” you began tentatively, not knowing how else to start. She turned towards you, her poised smile faltering slightly as she regarded you with a painted polite curiosity.

“Hi, I'm—”

“Oh my god. You’re that girl from the shitty bakery.” Your eyes twitched at your description, before you feigned a bashful chuckle, trying your best to look graceful. “Yes, I am. I actually wanted to talk to you about—“

“Thanks for letting me know about Atsumu. I seriously dodged a bullet with him. To think of what he did.” You felt your blood pressure rise, noticing a pattern in her speech. You once again, chuckle, albeit more a little more strained. “Yeah, well about that,” You quickly glance over at the bar, seeing Atsumu standing tall burning holes into your person. Immediately you felt your body heat up as a wave of anxiety washed over you.

“I actually, uh,” You rubbed your hands, attempting to self-soothe as you tried to build up the words to the woman looking at you with a growing suspicious gaze. “Made up the whole thing.” You did your best not to wince at your words, but you couldn’t contain the amount of stupidity you felt as Emiko processed your words, looking extremely confused.

“Did his PR team send you?”

Your stomach plummeted at Emiko's words, the way she nonchalantly dismissed your attempt to rectify the situation. Her polite smile and dismissive tone sent a ripple of frustration and anxiety coursing through you. This was not going according to plan. To be honest, you didn’t know what the plan was even supposed to be, but you knew this wasn’t it.

“No, I—uh, listen, that whole thing was a misunderstanding," you stammered, the words tumbling out in a flustered jumble. You tried to explain, to convey the gravity of the situation, but she waved a manicured hand as if swatting away your words.

She continued, her voice carrying a cutting edge of condescension. "I can't believe he would bring you out here to try and do some damage control."

The dismissive tone struck a nerve, igniting a spark of defiance within you. But the mounting pressure to set things right had you grasping at straws. In that pivotal moment, the room seemed to narrow down to just you and Emiko, her cool demeanour contrasting sharply with the brewing chaos inside you. The pressure to rectify the situation collided with the need to evade the consequences, causing a whirlwind of thoughts to race through your mind at lightning speed.

Your chest tightened with the weight of the situation, a sense of desperation clouding your judgment. You could feel the eyes of the other attendees, hidden behind their polished facades, casting glances your way, adding to the heat of the moment.

Struggling to grasp onto anything that might mitigate the looming disaster, your voice quivered as the words spilled out, the lie gaining momentum before you could halt it. “He—Atsumu and I, we had a thing...a sort of a fling,” you stumbled over the words, each syllable tasting more like deceit than you had ever imagined. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched Emiko's expression, seeking any sign that your words had landed believably. But the silence that followed felt cavernous, pregnant with the weight of your hastily concocted falsehood.

Emiko's perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched higher, her gaze dissecting your face for any flicker of truth beneath the layers of your falsehood. The room felt stifling, the atmosphere charged with tension as the magnitude of your lie hung between you.

“I—I made up that story because I was, um, jealous? Yeah, jealous of you and him,” you continued, the words feeling like bricks tumbling down, building a wall of deceit around you. The strain of maintaining this facade threatened to suffocate you, but there was no turning back now.

As your hastily woven lie hung heavy in the air, Emiko’s expression shifted, her perfectly arched eyebrow raising further in surprise. For a moment, the room seemed suspended in silence, the weight of your words palpable.

"So, you and Atsumu have something going on?" Emiko’s voice cut through the tension, her tone a mix of disbelief and thinly veiled curiosity. Her gaze bore into you, seemingly dissecting every nerve, searching for a trace of truth in your fabricated tale.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, your pulse quickening as you tried to maintain a façade of confidence. “I, um, yeah...” Your voice faltered, trailing off as you struggled to find the right words to bolster your unconvincing story.

 The lie hung in the air, and a flicker of disbelief crossed Emiko's expression before she composed herself, her features settling into a mask of poise.

"I had a feeling," she said with a hint of something you couldn’t discern. “You were eyeing each other pretty hard.” Her statement confuses you, not understanding how she could’ve possibly gotten that from the one interaction in the bakery, but you weren’t about to correct her.

Unexpectedly, Emiko’s demeanor softened a faint understanding glinting in her eyes. “It’s always something with PR teams. They never respect genuine relationships,” she mused, almost to herself, oblivious to the sheer discomfort gripping you.

You squirmed internally, feeling the weight of her assumptions pressing down on you. How had this spiralled into a tale of fabricated romance? You wanted to clarify, to admit the truth and extricate yourself from this tangled web of deceit, but Emiko’s unwavering belief in your words halted any attempt to set the record straight.

“Honestly, it’s exhausting, isn’t it?” Emiko continued, her voice carrying a hint of frustration. “But if you two are together now, I hope it’s not just another publicity stunt. Atsumu’s been through enough of those.”

You could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, the intensity of this misunderstanding almost suffocating. You rub the back of your head, not knowing what else to add and wanting to leave as soon as possible, you point back to the other side of the room. “I uh, need to get going. Nice talking to you.” You mumble, to which Emiko doesn’t respond only looking at you and having her eyes flicker to behind you, something glistening in her eye.

As you turned to leave, a nagging sense of unease accompanied you, the weight of the lie heavier than ever. You managed a hasty nod in Emiko’s direction before stepping away, eager to put distance between yourself and the uncomfortable situation.

As you navigated the maze of elegantly dressed attendees, a sense of urgency propelled each step. You dared not look back, not wanting to meet Atsumu's gaze, fearing the inevitable confrontation about the fabricated tale you had just spun. Your mind raced, contemplating your escape from the scene without encountering him.

However, just as you neared the edge of the room, a voice sounded behind you, shattering the fragile facade you’d been trying to maintain. “How’d it go?”

You froze mid-step, the sound of Atsumu’s voice sending a chill down your spine. You turned slowly, forcing a tight-lipped smile as you faced him, a cascade of excuses forming on your tongue. But the intensity in his eyes, a piercing gaze that seemed to dissect your every thought, left you struggling for words.

“It...uh, went fine,” you managed, your voice betraying a hint of unease. You attempted to keep your gaze steady, to convey an air of nonchalance that you certainly didn’t feel.

Atsumu narrowed his eyes, his expression shifting into one of skepticism. “Just fine?” His tone was laced with an insistent curiosity, his gaze almost probing as if trying to read between the lines of your evasion.

“Yeah,” you replied, your words faltering as you tried to mask the unease brewing inside you. “Nothing much to it, really. Just a conversation.”

Atsumu’s stare bore into you, a subtle yet palpable pressure that made it difficult to maintain eye contact. You prayed that your discomfort wasn’t as obvious as it felt, hoping against hope that he’d buy your half-hearted explanation.

Before either of you could say more, a commotion erupted across the room, drawing Atsumu’s attention away. One of his teammates waved him over urgently, breaking the tension between the two of you. You saw the man make quick eye contact with you, and you immediately looked to the ground.

“Gotta go,” he muttered, sparing you one last curious glance before heading off, his brisk strides carrying him toward his teammate.

Relief washed over you as you watched him leave, the weight of the conversation still lingering in the air like a dense fog. Your gaze fell to the ground, seeking solace in the anonymity of the marble floor as you edged your way out of the bustling hall.

You had a feeling this was going to bite you in the ass.

[poppyseedfics]

i have been having thoughts

nazuna and his s/o going on an ice cream date when its like 100 degrees f outside

ice cream sweet and refreshing like him...

i'll stop before i start adopting my irl best friend's absurd jokes /pos

Idk how I managed to make Nazuna a side character, but this is Y/ns world, he’s just living in it.

Anyway topical cause it was warm today I got ice-cream. It slapped, it was like chocolate brownie.

OKAY ENJOY~

On an Ice-Cream Date

Nazuna Nito

In your defense, it was not summer. So, realistically, it was not your fault that you weren't prepared for the hottest day you think you've ever felt. 8am in the morning and it was already warm beyond belief. You'd kicked of your sheets during the night, the first thing you did when you got up was change into short and a tank top, you'd blasted the AC for a few hours now- closing the doors around the house so it only had to work to keep one room cool- but even that wasn't working quite well enough.

You'd taken to just sprawling out on the floor. Limbs spread out like a starfish and every few minutes you'd shuffle around a bit in attempt to feel the fresh, crisp coolness of an untouched floor space. You always made sure a leg or arm was touching one of Nazuna's though. He had joined you on the floor. Suffering in solidarity.

At first the two of you had tried to keep up a conversation, but it quickly dwindled into just loafing with some music on in the background.

"Nazunaaaaa, could you get us some ice water? I've already drunk mine…" You trailed off, staring at the large glass that had once contained your salvation. Nazuna only hummed for a moment. He didn't stir for a moment and you began to wonder if he'd heard you- soon after though, he heaved a sigh and began to peel himself off the floorboards. Meandering over toward the kitchen, he paused before opening the door that connected the rooms- dreading the sweltering air that was sure to greet him on the other side.

"I will face the heat for the both of us." He puffed out his chest and swung the door open, vanishing inside.

You could hear the sound of the fridge, a couple of glasses too, before you were blessed with a perfect idea.

You chirped his name and he appeared back in the doorway. He smiled as he watched your head appear from behind the couch as you craned your neck off the floor.

"Could you grab us some ice cream?"

"Sounds perfect to me!"

He vanished again and you laid your head back on the floor, eyes lazily trained on the ceiling.

It wasn’t long before Nazuna returned. He placed the new glasses of water on the coffee table before seating himself beside you and pouting.

"We're out of ice cream."

The words struck your heart; sharp as a knife, cutting through the layered defense of your emotions and leaving you utterly dejected.

Nazuna had to stifle a laugh as you dramatically deflated on the spot.

"Would you like to go get some ice-cream?"

You sprang upward immediately, rejuvenated with life. "Can we?" You asked, clasping your hands together with such excitement in your eyes it looked as though you'd just won the lottery. He laughed, nodding his head as he helped you to your feet. "It does mean we'll have to go outside in the heat…"

"A worthy sacrifice!"

 

Outside wasn't actually as bad as you'd first assumed it would be. There was a breeze, at least, and Nazuna had opted to grab an umbrella to keep the direct sun off you during your little walk. You had bottled water to satiate you on the way there too. The scenery was also quite pleasant; beautiful lush trees, arrays of colorful flowers, flittering birds and the quiet hum of the outer city. A good mood had befallen the both of you, you'd even taken to swinging your intertwined hands as you walked.

 Soon enough, however, you had reached your destination. As soon as the ice-cream truck had come into view you'd bounded off toward it, Nazuna not far behind. Only a few people were in line, more milled about but it seemed most had decided the heat wasn’t worth bearing for a treat- or perhaps they'd had the forethought to stock up…

Nazuna turned to you, asking what flavour you'd like. You hummed for a bit, reading over the menu multiple times before just deciding to go with your favourite. Nazuna ordered for you and paid. You couldn’t keep the grin off your face as you watched the man scoop your ice-cream and set it in a cone. As soon as they'd placed it on the holder you'd reached up with a cheerful 'Thank you!' and taken your reward.

After Nazuna had gotten his, the two of you found a tree nearby and taken a seat under it.

"What flavour did you get?" You asked between licks. Nazuna hummed for a moment.

"I thought I'd try the Mango one- It's quite good!"

He smiled for a moment- just a moment, before he realized the trap he'd fallen into. You bat your eyes at him. He sighed, holding out his ice-cream toward you. With a cheer you leant over and took a sample of his sorbet. You did have to agree that it was quite nice. It was refreshing- it reminded you of summer… of which was not the current season, but to be honest, this left you almost missing it.

"Here, try some of mine! It's only fair." You held out your ice-cream as Nazuna had done and he smiled, leaning forward to try some. As he did so, you leant forward too and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Nazuna flushed red. His eyes went wide and all he could do was blink owlishly at you. You burst into laughter. He gingerly raised his hand to touch where you had kissed him and once he finally processed, he offered only an adorable pout.

"Careful! Your ice-cream is melting!" At this Nazuna let out a little yelp and quickly went to inspecting his ice-cream, switching hands and trying to lick the melted mess off his fingers. You dug into your pocket and produced some napkins you had stashed away and offered them to him. He accepted them quickly and cleaned up, cheeks still tinted pink.

 You spent the rest of the afternoon lounging under that tree, laughing and chatting- you even dozed off for awhile, content with the peace of the day and comfort of your beloved.

Facing the heat really hadn't been so bad.

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Ron notices at first in their lecture. A soft huff of air, scarcely audible, then a quick wiggle of his fingers. Later in the library he notices it too. When Tom can move with more freedom, he notices his roommate blow briefly on his dominant hand. Tom Kazansky, his roommate and fellow freshman is only a year younger but Ron feels a strange fondness kindling. Like a kid brother. A kid who’s about to get chewed up and spat out by the world. He’s not stupid, Ron knows that. But whether he would have recommended the Navy for someone like him? He isn’t so sure. 

The younger man has admitted that it was his father’s wishes. A good man at heart, Tom had said. Just very fixed in what he thinks the best career is. Hearing this only strengthened the protective feelings growing inside of him.

So he finally addresses it later in the empty common room of their dormitory. Tom lies on a couch, book in one hand whilst he holds an ice block in his other. 

“What happened to your hand?” Ron finally asks in privacy. 

“Took the skin off of it in volleyball yesterday,” Tom admits. He lifts his hand to the light and winces at the discolouration. Ron stands to have a look. The skin is pink and peeling across the centre of the palm. He huffs a small laugh. Tom was taking no prisoners in the game. In fact, Ron’s pretty sure the guy on the other team copped a ball to the face at least twice. 

He disappears back to their room but comes back quickly with a tube of savlon. Taking Tom’s hand without warning, Ron squeezes some of the antiseptic graze cream onto his hand and smears it without much tact. 

“Thanks,” Tom says quietly. Without further discussion, they return to their respective tasks.

The next time they wind up at the courts playing volleyball, Ron tugs him aside and over to the bleachers.

“What are you doing?” Tom asks indignantly.  His room mate, scarcely a year older than him, is more act first, explain later. He watches as Ron rummages in his duffle bag and before producing a bundle of bandages. 

“Your hands are soft, trust fund,” says Ron. But then he looks up at Tom with a smile and he doesn’t take the name to heart. Carefully, he wraps Tom’s right hand; diligently and with care. He explains how to wrap it to support the tendons, then how to get it to cover the palm for just a little bit of protection. 

Ron shrugs when he finishes. “You can get gloves as well. But the wraps make you look cooler.” 

Wiggling his fingers, Tom holds his hand in front of him to examine it. It certainly makes him feel tougher than he’s been feeling. Not that he’ll ever admit it but his first semester at college has felt like a train wreck and way out of his depth. But Ron’s words ring in his mind. Reassuring, rejuvenating. He smiles. He feels cooler; ice cool

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Top 10 Tips for Preventing Premature Aging

Many people are concerned about premature aging as they want to look and feel as young as possible. While aging is a natural process, there are a number of habits and lifestyle decisions that can speed up the process.

We will look at the top 10 strategies to help you avoid aging too soon and analyze how to reverse premature aging. These are easy-to-implement suggestions that will help you live a longer, healthier life.

Tips for Preventing Premature Aging

1. Stay Hydrated

Staying properly hydrated is essential for preserving the elasticity of the skin and general health. To keep your body properly hydrated throughout the day, make sure to drink a lot of water. Limit the amount of liquids that dehydrate you, such as alcohol and caffeinated drinks.

2. Protect Your Skin from the Sun

Premature aging is primarily caused by sun exposure. Even on overcast days, always use sunscreen with at least SPF 30. Additionally, to protect your skin from damaging UV rays, put on protective clothing and sunglasses.

3. Eat a Balanced Diet

Your body's premature ageing process is greatly influenced by your diet. Eat a diet high in antioxidants, vitamins, and minerals that is well-balanced. Consume whole grains, fruits, vegetables, lean meats, and other nutrients to provide your body the nourishment it needs.

4. Get Adequate Sleep

Rejuvenation of the body and cell repair depends on getting enough sleep. Get 7 to 9 hours of sleep every night to support the best possible mental and physical well-being. Establish a regular sleep schedule to help your body's internal clock function properly for premature wrinkles.

5. Manage Stress

Because chronic stress releases stress hormones that change how the body works, it can speed up the premature aging skin process. To control your stress levels, try stress-reduction methods like yoga, deep breathing, or meditation. Frequent exercise is another powerful stress-reduction strategy.

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6. Exercise Regularly

Engaging in physical activity not only helps you maintain physical fitness but also improves your general health and circulation. Aim for 150 minutes or more a week of moderate-intensity exercise, preferably a combination of aerobic, strength, and flexibility training.

7. Limit Sugar and Processed Foods

Consuming a lot of sugar and processed foods can cause oxidative stress and inflammation, which accelerates the premature aging disease. To help your body's natural aging process, choose a diet low in processed foods and sugary snacks.

8. Quit Smoking

Smoking is one of the main causes of visible signs of premature aging, such as wrinkles and sagging skin. Giving up smoking has a major positive impact on the longevity and general health of your skin.

9. Stay Socially Connected

Strong social ties have been linked to improved mental and emotional health. Get supportive friends and family around you to lessen feelings of isolation and loneliness, which can slow down causes of premature aging.

10. Prioritize Skincare

Create a regular skincare routine to maintain the health and youth of your skin. Wash, apply moisturizer, and use products containing antioxidants and retinoid.

Knowing your skin type is the first step towards developing a skincare regimen that works for you. Regardless of your skin type oily, dry, combination, or sensitive, pick products that target your particular issues.

The skin around your eyes is delicate; take care of it. To address issues like puffiness, dark circles, and fine lines around the eyes, use an eye cream or serum that contains peptides or hyaluronic acid.

To develop a customized skincare treatment based on your skin type and concerns, speak with a dermatologist about premature aging disease in adults.

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