Mark Grayson | PERIOD?! đź’‹
His girlfriend is on her period and he can't stop fussing more than she is! He already bought you seven chocolate bars, two plushies and a big tub of ice cream that hasn't been finished yet and now you have to deal with his annoying cuddles and him rubbing your stomach and saying stupid stuff?!Mark's lips were contorted into a pout as you explained the pains of having a period, but it was normal. He wasn't having it, he put his hand on your stomach and looking down at where your uterus would be with a glare.
"Stop it, you're hurting her.." He spoke with a whiny tone, like that would work wonders, but he tried. This was probably a shocker to find out women had periods, but you are his first girlfriend, so are you really surprised?
"Babeee, are you okay?" He said that as he had already begun rubbing your stomach in an awkward manner, he was being extremely cautious and clumsy because he didn't want to apply too much pressure, taking into consideration his extraordinary powers. "Well? Did you take the Tylenol I gave you." With a gentle motion, his free arm wrapped around you, lifting you up onto his lap, positioning you so that his chest was pressed against yours. As he settled you into place, he began to knead his hands over your tummy, his fingers working in a soothing rhythm. Though he didn't realize that his actions might not be entirely helpful, it was clear that he was making an effort, his intentions kind and caring.
Eventually you got over his behavior so you grabbed his hands and made him stop. "If you wanna help with anything just shut up and cuddle me, stop rubbing my stomach, you idiot." As you gazed at him, you noticed that you sounded slightly upset, but your tone was somewhat tempered by the fact that he looked utterly adorable, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him, which prompted you to lean forward, gently pinning him back against the bed, so that you were sprawled across his chest, feeling his warmth and the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.
"Is that better..?" He asked this quietly, not wanting to disturb you any further, so instead of saying anything more, he gently placed his hands on your lower back and began to rub the area in a soothing motion.
Jack the Ripper Headmaster school AU!!
You are a female transfer student in your 4th year of high school. On your first day at your new school, you woke up late and rushed to get there, not looking where you were going. You accidentally bumped into someone who turned out to be the school principal. Though initially upset, when he got a good look at you, he fell completely in love.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Helia GL
From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.
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