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Hello Hello!! New follower here! if request still open, can i have a part 4 of " Together Forever " ? with Yan! Jack, Leona and Deuce with Female reader if its okay? (if not GN reader then! )

~Thank you for your request!

Together Forever! - part 4

Jack Howl + Leona Kingscholar + Deuce Spade x gn!reader

Tw: Yandere, forced marriage, a bit of fighting, implied harm to reader, forcing themselves onto the reader a lil bit

Wordcount: 1,007 + 755 + 939

Side Note: Thank you for following me, I hope you enjoy your stay! Apologies for taking so long! This was written over the course of multiple weeks so sry if the quality of writing differs between characters I also just had a bit of a hard time writing them. I'm not super proud of this one but I hope this was ok!

~Jack Howl~

Jack couldn't stop himself from falling in love with you.

Your scent was irresistible to the wolf, he couldn't get enough of it. He wanted to hold you, to protect you from all of these other students. He wasn't gonna let any of them take you from him.

However, Jack had a bit of a problem. He wanted to be with you so bad but he wasn't sure how to tell you so he tried to show that he cared for you the only way he knew how.

He invited you to run with him.

Ok, maybe he wasn't the best at this whole love thing but he was trying!

Apart from inviting you to run with him, he would also try to subtly follow you around the school. He would follow you to your classes to make sure you were safe. You were magicless which meant that you were at a disadvantage in this school. So, it was only right that he tried to protect you!

Though Jack wasn't quite happy with the sort of friendly relationship you two currently had, he was fine with it. Someday he'll figure out how to confess to you.

Then one day as Jack was minding is own business, he overheard a group of other students whispering about something. Listening closer, he heard that a marriage event was going to be held at the school.

A lot of weird things and events have been held at NRC but a marriage event has got to be the weirdest one he's heard of so far.

Jack then realized that this marriage event could be a problem. What if someone else tries to claim you before him? What if someone tries to marry you?! The thought of you having the scent of some other guy makes him nauseous. He can't let anyone get to you before him.

So, as the day the event was supposed to happen neared, he tried to interact with you more and more, slowly becoming a close friend of yours. He tried to help you with your schoolwork and instead of subtly following you to classes he walked side by side with you. It made him happy that he didn't have to watch you from a distance anymore and that he could actually be near you. It made him even happier knowing that with each passing day you spent together, Jack could smell his scent on yours.

The day of the marriage event arrived much sooner than he thought it would.

Jack was trying to find you. There was a lot of students around and it was hard trying to find you in such a large crowd. Giving up for a moment, Jack left into an empty hallway. He'll need to come up with a better plan to find you.

He then heard something echoing down the hallway. He followed the noise. Turning the corner he saw the person he had been looking for.

You.

However, you were currently being bothered by some guy. This punk seemed to have cornered you against the wall. It was very obvious that you were extremely uncomfortable and Jack wasn't gonna just stand around and watch. How dare he put his hands on you like that! Can't he see that you already belonged to someone else!

Jack stormed up to the student and ripped him away from you but before he could start attacking the guy you stopped him. You told Jack that it was pointless and to let the guy go. Reluctantly he did, the student ran off to somewhere else.

He then got an idea. This was a marriage event right? So, if Jack were to ask you to marry him he would be able to protect you from any other students that tried to bother you like that. He could also finally make you his..

Excited by the idea he tried to hide his wagging tail before asking you if you would consider choosing to marry him. After some thought you had agreed. It was just an event right? Besides Jack was a pretty decent guy.

He was relieved. Finally, he could have you to himself and even better you had willingly agreed. Maybe that meant you loved him back?

The marriage itself was short and to the point. He was just happy that you loved him enough to marry him. Jack was getting annoyed with all the noise so he invited you to come step outside with him for some fresh air.

Walking outside you both sat down on the grass. You two looked up at the stars, basking in the light of the moon, Jack turned to look at you. You looked so beautiful. He couldn't stop himself when he leaned over and kissed you. He pressed his lips upon yours while his tail whipped back and forth on the grass in excitement.

You suddenly pulled away. He opened his eyes just to see your shocked face. It made him confused. Didn't you want this? You agreed to marry him so why did you look so upset?

Jack asked why you looked so upset even though you agreed to marry him. You told him you thought that the marriage event was fake. You had no idea that you were actually marrying him!

Ah.. well that's a bit of a problem.

He shook his head before shoving his lips upon yours again. Even as you squirmed, trying to push him off of you, he just pressed onto you harder.

You had to have known it was real and were just messing with him! How could you not know it was real? Even if it was true, that you didn't love him back, he knew you were just lying to yourself. You'll realize you love him eventually. Besides you two are married now after all.

There's no one Jack's more loyal too. He'll prove no one is better for you than him. He'll prove he was the best choice for you everyday.

"Grr.. I'm not gonna lose you to anyone."

~Leona Kingscholar~

Leona didn't care about you at all at first. You were just another weak herbivore who kept bothering him.

As of recent however, he's been getting more interested in you. He can't exactly pin point what it is that makes him so interested in you, he just knows that there's something about you he really likes.

Either way, with this new interest he had for you he decided that he would try to spend more time with you. Leona was too "busy" to go get you himself however so he would send Ruggie to go fetch you for him.

Whenever Leona made you hang out with him, nine times out of ten, it was because he wanted to sleep on you. You were soft to him which made you a pretty decent pillow. It doesn't matter if you complain about how you have something important to do, once Leona gets his head on you he's falling asleep so you better be tired too.

Slowly his feelings for you grew. While he could go and confess his feelings to you, he felt like it was too much of a pain in the ass to do. You'll realize you belonged to him eventually. Even if you don't, all the other students would. Especially the beastmen, with how much you smelled like Leona, they'll all know that he's already claimed you as his.

One day as Leona was trying to take a nap Ruggie had appeared, snickering. Leona annoyed by Ruggie's snickering asked him what he was being so annoying for. Ruggie then told him all about how the school has decided to host a marriage event!

Unbelievable...

Leona rolled his eyes at the idea. Why would the school host such a stupid event?

Then he realized something. A marriage event would be the perfect way to keep you with him.

So patiently he waited till the day the event arrived. More like slept until it arrived...

He walked around trying to find you. He always forgets just how many annoying students were at this school...

Leona eventually found you. Well, well. Who knew the little herbivore could look so.. tasty. The way your clothes hugged your body made you look ready to be devoured. It almost makes coming to the event instead of sleeping, worth it.

He approached you and talked to you for a bit before beckoning you to follow him to somewhere more quiet. Walking out into an empty hall, Leona turned to you and asked if you could marry him. He continued on saying that he keeps hearing other people whispering about how they want to marry you and he couldn't get any sleep cuz of it. So you should just do him a favor and choose to marry him.

You were shocked but before you could answer Leona grabbed your arm and dragged you off somewhere.

He ended up making you marry him anyway. While you wanted to object, he wasn't the worst person to get married to. Besides the whole thing is fake so, why not?

Leona was happy that you two finally got married. Now he wouldn't have to worry about others trying to take you from him. He also gets to keep the wonderful person he ended up falling in love with. Whether you want to stay with him or not, doesn't really matter to him. He's not gonna let go of you so easily either way.

Soon, he got tired of all the noise the other students were making so grabbing your hand he dragged you off to the Savanaclaw dorm. Walking through the halls he ended up leading you to his bedroom.

Leona unceremoniously flopped onto his bed. He saw you're confused expression and explained that he's tired and wants to sleep with you and since you're both married now it should be fine, yeah?

You try to tell Leona that he's mistaken, that you two aren't actually married. You were being so noisy and he just wanted you to shut up. So he walked over to you before grabbing you and firmly placing his lips onto yours, kissing you.

Once you got over your shock and started to try pushing him off of you was when he removed his lips from yours. He looked at you and told you to just get in the bed already so he could sleep.

He doesn't really care if you ever love him back or not but admittedly it would be nice...

"Oi, herbivore shut it won'tcha? I'm trying to sleep..."

~Deuce Spade~

It was honestly kind of embarrassing how down bad Deuce was for you.

He was crazy for you. He wanted to be your boyfriend so bad!

However, he had no idea how to confess his feelings to you. Deuce would constantly plan where and when he should confess to you but whenever the time came, he ended up stuttering before telling you that he had something he needed to do before running off.

He was so frustrated! Why was this so hard? Love really wasn't his strong suit.

There was another problem though. Ace.

Deuce doesn't hate him or anything but whenever he saw you hanging out with Ace instead of him, he practically burned with jealousy. He was worried that you might choose Ace over him. There was also the fear that he might find out about his attraction towards you and tell you about it.

So, he thought it was better to hold off on telling you until the right moment came.

Though it seems like that day came a bit quicker than he thought.

It didn't take long for Deuce to hear about the new event that was coming to the school.

"A marriage event?!"

Ace, who had told him of the event, laughed at Deuce's response. Ace told him a bit more about the event before he then ran off yelling that he forgot Riddle needed his help for something.

Deuce couldn't believe it.

NRC is definitely a bit of a weird school but this? This has got to be the weirdest thing that's happened so far.

Of course with the upcoming event he decided to spend some of his time helping with the decorating and such. As he worked, he couldn't help but think of what it would be like to marry you.

He knew he wanted to be your boyfriend but marrying you? That's a whole other thing! Honestly, he didn't mind the idea of marrying you, in fact he liked the idea a lot! He just wasn't sure if you'd like him back enough for something like that..

Finally, the event came.

He didn't think so many students would be so interested in this event! Well it was quite unique, being about marriage and all..

Deuce however was worried about you as he hadn't seen you all day. As he looked around for you, walking down the school's echoing halls, he was slowly getting frustrated. Where were you?

He was starting to get extremely worried now.

Did Ace do something?

It was a stupid thought but one that persisted.

You seemed so happy with Ace after all, maybe he even went and asked you to marry him?

It felt wrong to think of Ace like that but at the same time he couldn't help but get frustrated. He had to find you before Ace did anything.

Eventually he found you.

You were being cornered by another student. Deuce immediately ran up to help you. He didn't even think about it he just knew he had to protect you. He grabbed the students arm and threatened them to leave you alone. Thankfully, the student decided not to try fighting Deuce and ran off.

You had thanked him but Deuce was still worried. He couldn't help but be concerned for your safety. You were magicless which made you weaker than others in this school and if no one else was going to protect you than he would! He had to be an exemplary student after all!

He then remembered the thoughts he had about Ace. Deuce wasn't sure if he was exactly ready to be married to you but he couldn't risk this. He couldn't risk losing you to anyone else.

He was scared of you rejecting him but it couldn't hurt to try right?

So, Deuce asked if you would choose to marry him.

Thankfully, you had agreed! The breath he let out at the good news was massive. He was overjoyed that you had agreed. Now he wouldn't have to worry about someone taking you from him before he could even make a move!

The event itself was much more fun than he thought it would be but most of his focus was on you. He truly was so happy you had agreed to marry him. He didn't think that you loved him back!

It didn't take too long for the both of you to become tired and want to retreat away from the event to take a breath of fresh air. Now secluded, you both sat in silence.

Deuce subtly watched you from the corner of his eyes. You were so beautiful. He didn't even notice himself slowly leaning towards you. Once you had turned to look at him he moved forward clumsily placing his lips onto yours. He kissed you, he finally got to kiss you!

You pushed him away which confused Deuce. Did he come on too strong? Should he had waited?

In a panic, he told you that he was sorry and that he thought it was okay to kiss you since you were both married now. You looked at him confused before telling him you thought that the marriage event was fake.

You thought it was fake?

That's fine! This is fine! No need to panic!

You must have loved him at least a little bit to accept the proposal right? Well either way, he didn't spend all that time thinking about his future with you for nothing. He really didn't want to do this but he couldn't lose you after coming so far!

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this! I know you'll understand... eventually."

#yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #jack howl #leona kingscholar #deuce spade #tw yandere

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years

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𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: ANON Hey you ❤️ Could I request an imagine with Bucky where you are his non-avenger girlfriend but you got really distant towards him lately as you found out you're pregnant and you're scared of his reaction? But then he finds out and is all happy and all other avengers are happy for you and insist on taking care of you and it's just all fluffy ? Thank you a lot ❤️

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: really fluff smut 18+ (praise, daddy kink, slight mommy kink?, breeding kink, oral fem!rec, age gap, etc), slight angst, cw: mentions of eating disorders (no one has one but bucky thinks this)

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: listen…. The idea of kids and having kids getting pregnant all that jazz, yeah. It fucking terrifies me! LOL! But nonetheless I really do see the appeal and sometimes i catch myself reading these kinds of fics so i really hope you like it anon! :)

PS: updates are going to slow down cuz i don’t have any drafts ready for upload and also things are a little crazy personally so yeah hope y’all understand :)

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“You like that baby?” Bucky groaned in your ear.

“Yes daddy! Oh my god,” you moaned.

“You’re being such a good little girl for your daddy. Fuck, daddy. You're gonna make me a daddy. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna get all swollen and round with my baby. You want that? You wanna be a mommy; make me a daddy?”

Bucky and you both expressed in the past that kids were something you both wanted but with Bucky still heavily involved with missions and the avengers, and you were in college studying to get a PhD in biomechanics and computer engineering, something that would let you understand and work with Bucky specifically very closely. You were too young to have a baby but that didn’t stop you from playing into fantasies of having a family with the man you were so in love with.

“Daddy,” you moaned.

“Give it to me, baby,” you looked him into his eyes.

Bucky kissed you hard as you both came and after cleaning yourselves up you had showered together, ate dinner quickly, and soon went to bed.

That was two months ago.

Three weeks after that night, Bucky was gone for about two weeks on a mission with Steve. You and the girls were drinking wine but you opted out for the tempting glasses feeling nauseous that entire week.

As a joke, the girls were saying you were pregnant but you were sure that you and Bucky were always cautious when having sex. It wasn’t a good time to have a baby. So you joked that all three of you should take a pregnancy test and when yours came out positive you freaked out.

“Oh my god! Bucky’s gonna kill me!” you panicked.

“Hey, relax. It’s ok,” Nat comforted you.

“We can get through this. Now did Bucky explicitly say he doesn’t want kids?” Wanda asked.

“No, we both want kids it’s just, ugh, life is so fucking crazy right now and I’m still in school, Bucky’s going on missions all the time. It’s just not a good time to have a baby.”

“Ok think about it this; if life for us was normal, as boring as that is, would Bucky be upset if you were pregnant?” Nat reasoned.

“No, he would be so happy. He wants to be a dad, it’s just so sudden,” you said in distress.

“It’s always sudden with this situation. But what’s more important is that you have support. Whatever your decision is in the end we'll all support you, even Bucky,” Nat told you.

Bucky came back home and immediately knew that there was something that was upsetting you. You promised him that you were alright but you were conflicted. You tried to tell him, you really did, but there wasn’t a good time.

One night Bucky tried to initiate sex when you two had the tower to yourselves. You were instantly distant with him afraid he’d take one look at your naked body and know you were pregnant and that freak you out.

“Baby, are you ok?” Bucky asked that night.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel good,” you didn’t actually lie, the pregnancy did affect your appetite drastically and many foods you used to adore before were repulsive to you.

“Oh ok, do you need anything?” he was concerned.

“No, I think I’m ok.”

Now present day, you and Bucky hadn’t had sex since. It’s been a little over two months and Bucky wasn’t frustrated per say but he missed you; he missed having his hands on your warm and soft skin. He missed the way you squirmed under him and the little whimpers you made. How good your walls felt as he thrusted in and out of you torturously slow.

You two were in the kitchen sitting with some of the other team members. So far only Nat and Wanda knew about your pregnancy as hard as it was to not tell Vision or Steve or literally anyone. You stared at the breakfast sitting in front of you; it used to be your favorite but looking at it and smelling it was making you extremely nauseous.

“Baby?” Bucky rubbed your back.

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you eating? It’s your favorite,” he said.

“I’m not too hungry,” you said.

Bucky wasn’t convinced but because you were in front of other people he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed like a father scolding a teenager. His hand rested on your thigh and immediately felt your leg tense up.

You retracted and stood up walking away without saying a word and Bucky was confused and followed you quickly shoving as much food in his mouth as he could and tossed his plate in the sink.

“What’s going on with them?” Steve asked.

“Oh no are they gonna break up?” Sam asked with genuine concern, as much as he fucked around with Buck he did admire your relationship. You are really good for him and he loved you unconditionally.

“No, it’s just-” Wanda started.

“Wanda,” Nat warned.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” she rolled her eyes, “There fine. Y/n’s just not feeling well and she doesn’t want to be bothered.”

Bucky walked into your shared room and found you changing into yet another hoodie. That’s when he started piecing things together; or at least he thought. You were always wearing very big clothing and covering your body; that he thought was the most beautiful he’d ever laid eyes on. You were constantly nauseous and refused to eat even some of your favorites dishes and meals. You wouldn’t let him touch even though he’s initiated a couple of times.

“Y/n?” Bucky asked.

“What?” you played dumb.

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I told you I don’t feel good.”

“That seems to be your excuse a lot.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“Y/n, be honest with me. Are you starving yourself?” he had tears in his eyes; he couldn’t even think about you doing this to yourself.

“What! Bucky no! I’m not, ugh, just,” you stuttered.

“What is going on, please tell me, baby?”

“I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Bucky was shocked. You were pregnant? How long? Why didn’t you tell him?

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” you started crying.

“No, no, no, no, don’t cry babygirl,” Bucky hugged you tightly while you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy and excited for us. We’re gonna be a family,” he smiled.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, I know we talk about this and having a family but not now. I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Well, I’m a bit bummed that you didn’t tell when you found out but no; I’m so happy. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I would do anything for you. I’m gonna be here every step of the way and we’re gonna get through this together, ok?”

“Ok,” you sniffled.

“Are you ok? Do you need anything?” Bucky already started going into protective dad mode and he just found out.

“No I just need you,” you whispered.

“God, I love you,” Bucky picked you up and laid you on the bed littering your face in kisses.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you.

“Well, uh, the girls,” you said.

“You told the girls?”

“Well, they were drinking and i declined because I was feeling sick and they joked that I was pregnant so we all took pregnancy tests as a joke but mine came out positive. I took two more and they were all positive,” you started tearing up.

“Hey don’t cry, it’s ok.”

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“We’re gonna be ok, right baby?” he whispered.

“Yeah, I love you.”

Bucky leaned down again and pressed kisses to your neck making you giggle. His warm hands trailed under your shirt making your skin burst into chills. Bucky’s lips continued their assault on your neck and before you knew Bucky started lifting your sweater over your head.

You did the same to Bucky and your chests were pressed against each other instantly as he kissed you hard. Bucky trailed kisses down your body slowly, hands rubbing your skin softly, lips staying longer than usual around your stomach for obvious reasons.

Bucky peeled your sweats from your body and didn’t hesitate to dive in. His tongue licking a long strip against your pussy. You moan softly and your hips wiggled under him. He pressed down on you to keep you from squirming but you were getting very close to your orgasm and it just felt too good.

Bucky brought his fingers and circled your entrance before inserting a finger slowly. He looked up at you moaning at his fingers and this encouraged Bucky to insert another one. His fingers slipped in and out with ease with your arousal practically dripping from you.

Bucky leaned forward and circled his tongue around your clit. The obsecene sounds of Bucky finger fucking you echoed in the room and you finallly climax, cumming all over his finger. Bucky crawled up your tired body after taking his pants and boxers off.

Bucky didn’t bother putting a condom considering you’ve been his only partner the past couple years and he got you pregnant. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your legs to wrap around his waist and easily slipped between your folds.

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear.

“Oh shit, yes,” you whimpered.

“Oh you’re gonna be so beautiful when you're all big and swollen, shit. You’re gonna be the sexiest mommy in this whole fucking world.”

“Ugh! And you’re gonna be such a sexy daddy,” you smirked and cupped his face.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He thrusted into you harder and your back arched into his chest, moaning high pitched and loudly. Your hands tugged on his hair and Bucky groaned in your mouth.

“Oh Buck, I’m gonna come,”you said against his lips.

“Let go, baby. Come for me, mommy,” Bucky said.

You came hard; your body contracted and trembled, your stomach tightened, your toes curled, and your legs pulled Bucky deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum coating your walls. Bucky settled on you but bounced back afraid he was crushing the baby.

He went to the bathroom, well practically sprinted, and returned with a warm towel to clean you up. Your body laid still while you were cleaned and you just watched Bucky with adoration. He left again and returned wearing boxers and held a bottle of your favorite lotion that you usually saved for special nights or for Tony’s parties.

You smiled and got comfortable as Bucky poured some lotion in his hand. His hands spread the lotion evenly on your body; thumbs skimming your sensitive nipples, gently caresses all over your stomach, teasing grazes along your inner thighs. You closed your eyes and felt euphoria.

The love of your life was really pampering you and you felt so good.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” Bucky kissed your forehead, crawling into the bed with you.

“Let’s stay in all day. My girl is pregnant and she’s gonna need all the rest she can get,” Bucky joked.

“But what about-”

“No, who cares,” bucky interrupted.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“What are we gonna tell the rest of the team?”

“Oh, well. It’s your body, your comfort. You tell them when you feel it’s best. But I do hope it’s soon because I’m so happy and I don’t think i'd be able to keep this a secret for long,” Bucky dived his head in your neck making you laugh.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Man, I’m gonna be a dad,” Bucky sighed happily.

“You’re gonna be daddy,” you said innocently.

“I’m already your daddy,” he playfully growled.

“Then you’re gonna be two types of daddy,” you smirked.

“Two types of daddy.”

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 4 years

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All Men Have Limits - IV

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,800+

Previously on…

As Y/N packed her bags, she was also brainstorming her route once she got to her safe house. She’s just stay there for a couple of nights. Then she’d leave town. Gotham wasn’t safe for her right now. And if she was out of city limits, The Court of Owls had less influence. Though she didn’t doubt they’d send an assassin to the other side of the world to hunt her down.

Y/N looked around her extravagant room.

She doubted she’d ever be back here.

Things were getting…complicated.

It was a cruel reminder for why she kept to herself. People meant drama. Drama meant distractions. And distractions meant she wasn’t focused on the task at hand – which was bringing down the corrupt.

Y/N was just zipping up her duffle when there was a knock on her door.

“Come in!” She turned to see Dick walking in.

He eyed her bag. “What are you doing?”

“I was just about to go pack up my equipment in the cave.”

“No, you’re not. You’re staying here,” he confirmed.

She gave him a repulsed look. “Uhh…No, I am not. This mansion is about to be flooded with unidentified members of The Court.”

“Sure is,” Dick smirked. “But I have a solution.”

He held out his hand to show a bracelet. It looked expensive. The band was gold but there was a giant garnet gemstone at the center of it.

Dick handed it to Y/N.

“You shouldn’t have?” Y/N asked with confusion.

“I called in a favor with an old friend. She’s a magician.”

Y/N tried not to laugh, “A magician?”

Dick gave her a playful glare. “Yeah, a magician. But it’s not tricks and gimmicks. She knows actual magic.” He tapped the gemstone. “When you wear this, you’ll look like a different person. It’s a cloaking spell.”

“Why didn’t you guys suggest this right away?”

Dick sighed. “Bruce isn’t fond of metas and…magic.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to just leave?”

“I would rather have you in disguise with our eyes on you, than have you out of reach,” he explained softly. “When you’re wearing this, all of us will still be able to see the real you. But not anyone else.”

“I don’t want to go to this stupid gala. I’ll just wear this and stay in my room or the cave.”

“Well…that’s the other part,” Dick cleared his throat awkwardly. “You’re gonna be my date.”

Y/N blinked in surprise. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone asked her on any kind of date. Not that Dick even asked. He more so told her.

“That wasn’t exactly a request, Dick.”

“Everyone knows everyone. If you’re by yourself, people will ask too many questions. But if you’re my date, no one will think twice why you’re there.”

“I-I don’t have anything to wear…”

Dick laughed lightly. “Alfred already sent out for a dress and shoes for you.”

“…why do I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?”

“Come on, Y/N. You know it’s not like that.”

Y/N remained annoyed.

“I’ll be here at your door around 8 tonight, k?” Dick gave her a soft smirk.

“Fine.”

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This was just another night for Dick. He’d been dragged to enough of these stupid galas to know the drill: wide smiles, forced laughter, and lay the charm on real thick. With the way this family handled their identities, they could’ve been a family of actors instead of vigilantes.

Dick straightened his cufflinks as he made his way to Y/N’s room.

He could hear the murmur’s of the guest from the ballroom, proving just how many people were attending for the sound to reach him in such a giant manor.

There was a part of Dick that half expected Y/N to be in her usual baggy sweaters and leggings when he opened the door. A silent protest that she wasn’t going to be anyone’s arm candy tonight.

Dick knew he didn’t give her much choice.

When his family had been discussing the situation, Dick tried to off to stay hidden out of sight with Y/N. But Alfred was having none of it. They all knew he took these events rather seriously. Especially one that was started and named after Bruce’s mother.

Dick knocked and turned his back to the door, he double checked there were no guests exploring where they shouldn’t be.

When the door opened, Dick turned around and was stunned to silence.

“Is this bracelet working on you or do I really look that bad?”

Y/N shifted as he stared at her like she’d cast a spell on him.

Dick was seeing Y/N. That was for sure.

“I see the dress fit,” he finally spoke.

What the hell was the matter with him? That’s really what he chose to say?

Though Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. “That it does.”

Dick woke up a bit and cleared his throat. “You look…beautiful.”

He never had a problem charming women. So why is he suddenly talking like a total cave man?

“Don’t look so surprised,” Y/N call him out teasingly. “Just because I dress like a scrub every day doesn’t mean I don’t know how to clean up.”

His brow furrowed at the first comment. “You’ve never looked like a scrub, Y/N.”

OK. OK. He was getting back to his normal self.

“Well…” Y/N broke eye contact from her bashfulness. “Thank you.”

Dick held out the hook of his arm. “Shall we?”

Y/N inhaled, “Right.”

As soon as she hooked her hand onto Dick’s bicep, a wave of relief washed over her. She wasn’t doing this alone; she was doing this with him at her side.

“So, what’s the the plan here?” Y/N asked nervously.

“The plan is to blend in. Don’t talk to any press. And…” He smirked. “It wouldn’t hurt to try and have a good time.”

“Right. I’ll try to do that while I’m in a room possibly filled with people who want me dead…” Y/N sighed.

“Not ‘possibly.’ There will be.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “Way to make me feel better, Dick.”

He laughed. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be with you the whole time. Damian, Tim, and Bruce will be there, too. And somehow Alfred convinced Jason to even make an appearance. You’re not in this alone, Y/N.”

“Mhmm,” Y/N answered as they arrived to the party. She didn’t bother hiding that she was still extremely nervous and on edge.

“I did really mean it,” Dick told her quietly.

His tone made Y/N tear her eyes away from the party to look at him. “Really mean what?”

“You look beautiful.”

His words didn’t fumble this time. He was confident and clear, leaving no room for doubt or insincerity.

Y/N gave him a shy smile.

“I’m guessing a drink would make this a bit easier, huh?” Dick offered.

“Yes. Yes, it would.”

Dick guided her to the nearest bar.

All the staff knew what the Wayne family looked like. Which meant the bartended skipped over all other guests and b-lined for Dick when he requested a drink, and then looked to Y/N to order what she wanted.

There was loud laughter from a group of people near them. Followed by a voice that Y/N thought she knew, but still sounded a bit off.

When Y/N looked over, she realized it was Bruce talking to a group of guests, who were absolutely fawning over him. He was smiling and laughing, and taking very frequent sips of his drink.

This was Bruce Wayne: the character. Charming playboy, debatable narcissist, and spoiled brat. But in the eyes of Gotham’s elite, he could do no wrong.

Y/N wondered if Bruce had ever considered bringing her as his date. ‘Don’t you start,’ said a voice inside her head.

Dick followed her eye line.

“Doesn’t it make you nauseous watching him like this?” Y/N mumbled.

“Not Dick. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Jason answered.

Dick and Y/N turned to see Jason and Damian.

Yes, Dick adopted Bruce’s charm. But he didn’t rip himself into pieces, building characters that were unrecognizable to the people who actually knew him. Dick’s charm was a part of his personality. His flirtations came naturally. But he only used them on people he intended on building a genuine connection with. (Though Nightwing was guilty of using said charm on targets during missions a few times.)

Y/N looked around for Tim and saw him talking to what appeared to be serious businessman. He was the only one carrying on the legacy at Wayne Enterprises. If any of the boys needed to be here, it was Tim.

“Shouldn’t you guys be making rounds or something?” Y/N asked.

Jason shrugged. “People only cared about us when we were cute kids. Now we’re just spoiled adults who are the product of nepotism.” He smirked down at Damian. “But this one isn’t out of the clear yet.”

“Don’t remind me,” Damian groaned. “At the last one, a woman pinched my cheeks as if I was some toddler.”

“I thought I was about to watch him murder someone,” Dick added.

“I wanted to,” Damian clarified.

Dick started talking to Jason about something.

It provided Y/N the perfect window with the youngest Wayne.

“I’ll sneak you alcohol if you do a mercy killing for me,” she offered Damian.

The boy looked amused but gave no indication that a deal was made.

“Your date that awful?” Jason teased as he smirked at Dick, who ignored him.

“Do you have the hearing of a dog? Fuckin’ Christ.”

The four of them stuck together for most of the night. Tim would touch base with them every so often. But he kept getting dragged away by board members or partners or anyone that wanted to kiss the ass of the future head of Wayne Enterprises.

Dick and Y/N were laughing at Jason about something when Dick’s face suddenly fell as he spotted something on the other side of the room.

“God damn it, Damian.” Dick hissed as he put his drink down on the nearest counter. He turned to Y/N. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

Y/N just nodded.

But then Jason seemed to spot the youngest brother as well.

“I should probably help him and do some damage control,” Jason sighed.

Y/N laughed and nodded for him to go ahead.

“Now you can see why I avoid these shit shows.”

She laughed but pushed him away, “Go help Dick.”

Now that Y/N was alone, her senses was hyper focused on the party around her.

As she reached for her drink, she noticed that her surrounding area had gone eerily quiet. And she felt far too many eyes on her. There were hushed whispers and even gasps.

“Would you care to dance?” A voice asked from behind her.

Y/N’s entire body tensed.

She turned to see Bruce waiting patiently for her response.

But the look on his face was that of a man she didn’t know.

Bruce had a charming glitter in his eyes and his smirk was arrogant.

Y/N looked around at their audience, then at the dance floor. She was desperately trying to remember the last time she danced with someone.

“Umm…I don’t really know how–” her words came out so slowly.

“How to dance?” Bruce offered.

Y/N nodded.

“You just need a good partner,” he reassured her as he held out a hand.

‘What a fucking line,’ Y/N thought as she tried not to roll her eyes. She half expected him to add a wink.

Bruce guided her to the center of the dance floor and then pulled her closer with his right hand while his left wrapped around her hand.

Y/N wasn’t expecting him to pull her so close, but their body’s were now pressed together.

Bruce moved his mouth to her ear. “Relax,” he murmured.

“It’s hard to relax when you’re using me to set up your new flavor of the week,” she criticized. “Everyone is watching us.”

Bruce may be used to such scrutiny, but Y/N had zero experience with it. And it was safe to say she hated it.

“They’re not looking at me. They’re looking at you,” Bruce corrected.

“A woman who’s not even me. It’s just the dress.”

“I’m happy you like it, seeing as I picked it out,” he commented smugly.

Y/N’s chest tightened at the revelation.

“I see the real you right now, and that’s who I asked to dance.”

Y/N wanted to make a run for it. She didn’t want Bruce with an audience. She just wanted him to herself and she wanted him as he really was.

But her brain shut down for just this song and she followed her heart.

If Y/N concentrated hard enough, she could ignore all the invasive gawking. If she closed her eyes, it was just her and Bruce. So, Y/N tucked her head into his shoulder and let Bruce glide them across the floor.

Somehow she felt that Bruce was allowing himself this as well.

One song was not enough for what they both needed and wanted.

But Y/N would take what she could.

Though what she did not expect was to finally pull away to see Bruce looking utterly heartbroken. As if pulling away from her was the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. And for the first time, Y/N legitimately considered that Bruce might want the same thing as she did.

He’ll just never act on his feelings.

If Y/N had blinked, she could’ve missed the moment of honesty and vulnerability Bruce had colored all across his face – bleeding from his eyes.

Because, the next moment, the character was back.

As the party clapped for the band, someone called Bruce’s name. And their locked stare was broken.

And just like that, Y/N was snapped back to reality as if someone threw a bucket of freezing water over her.

Now that Bruce had moved on, no one bothered to keep their voices down. And the upperclass women of Gotham made it loud and clear that they were not pleased with Y/N’s presence.

“Seems he’s found his next prey.”

“She looks half his age, of course he would go for her. Typical man.”

“She’ll eventually learn like we all did.”

“I still say he was the best lay I ever had.”

“Remember when we both slept with him in the same week?”

Now Y/N wasn’t just brought back to reality – she was put in her place.

Before she could even realize what was happening to stop it, her eyes were filled with tears. She had to get out of there.

“Excuse me,” Y/N whispered desperately and she tried to push her way through the crowd.

As soon as she made it outside, she let out a gasp. The fresh air helped, but it wasn’t enough.

There wasn’t any guests outside, but Y/N didn’t feel a safe enough distance from the party. The gardens and maze were in her peripheral and it took her all of two seconds to decide that would be her safe haven.

She hurried through the maze and prayed that no drunken couples had tried to also sneak away from prying eyes.

But when Y/N reached the center of the maze, she was alone.

A fountain sat in the middle and the sound of its moving water calmed Y/N down a bit. But even that couldn’t stop her tears from finally escaping.

Y/N sat on the edge of the fountain as she tried to get a hold of herself. She could only imagine what this was doing her makeup that she spent an hour doing.

‘What a waste,’ she thought.

Her escape was short lived.

Dick called her name repeatedly from a distance.

Y/N panicked at the idea of him catching her crying. She quickly tried to hide any evidence of tears and pull herself together.

Dick finally caught up and let out a sigh of relief from behind her.

“Y/N, you can’t run off like that,” he tried to tell her.

He opened his mouth to lecture her further, but when he finally made it around the fountain and was facing her, his concern shifted.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Nothing,” Y/N struggled to speak without sounding nasally. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You were crying.”

“I’m fine,” she tried to laugh. “Seriously, Dick.”

But he wasn’t having any of it. He moved to sit next to her on the edge of the fountain. Without hesitating, he wrapped an around her shoulder and pulled her into him.

“Come here,” he muttered softly.

Why did it feel so natural for him to do that? Like he’d done it a million times before?

He rubbed her arms. “Jesus. You’re freezing.”

Then he was taking off his suit jacket and putting it over her shoulders. But he didn’t miss a beat, quickly bringing her back into his arms again.

“Wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?” Dick asked after a few minutes of silently comforting her.

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to me if it made you cry.”

Y/N took in a shaky breath, feeling like she was on the cusp of crying again. “I’m just like the rest of them.”

Dick waited, feeling like she needed to say more before he spoke.

“They were whispering terrible things. But it was everything I already knew. I’m just another stupid girl that managed to convince herself that she was different.”

Dick was silent as he processed his words. It wasn’t hard for him to know Y/N was talking about Bruce, even thought she never uttered his name.

“I’ve got an idea,” Dick announced. “Let’s ditch this stupid gala. Get out of these clothes. Put on some sweatpants. And I’ll have Alfred order us as much pizza and wings as you want.”

Now Y/N wanted to cry for a completely different reason.

Dick was the sweetest man she’d ever met.

“Sound like a plan?” He asked her when she didn’t respond and instead just stared into his blue eyes.

Y/N nodded.

“We can even invite my good-for-nothing brothers if that’ll make you happy.”

Her first instinct was to say yes. They all amused her beyond belief. Watching the way they all interacted with each other was like watching a reality show. And it was always obvious how much they loved each other deep down – even with Damian, who would rather die than admit such a thing.

But if all of them were included, who knew when Bruce would eventually make an appearance. And Y/N just didn’t think she could be in a room with him again tonight.

“Just you and me,” she clarified.

That seemed to please Dick and he nodded.

“Just you and me,” he confirmed as he offered her a hand up.

When they started walking back to the manor, Dick wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close to his side.

“I’m going to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me,” but she said it through a smile.

Dick looked a bit nervous, but nodded. “Alright.”

“Do you know how to order takeout on your own?”

Dick threw his head back and laughed. “How dare you!”

He pinched her waist, making her yelp. But he didn’t let her escape his hold. “Yes, I do. In fact, when I’m at my own place, I live off takeout. And let me tell you, no one can order food quite like I can. Thank you very much.”

Once they reached the second floor of the manor, the two of them parted ways to changed out of their fancy clothes.

Y/N washed her face, scrubbing the layers of makeup off. But before she could rid herself of the evidence, she noticed the smeared mascara and eyeliner.

Words could not describe the relief of putting on baggy sweatpants and a hoodie and fluffy socks after wearing a fitted gown and high heels.

30 minutes later, just as promised, Dick was bringing up a huge pizza and a box of wings to Y/N’s bedroom.

They ate on the floor. Dick managed to light the fireplace that was in there, because Y/N didn’t know what to do with the thing. The television was on, but neither of them were watching it. It was simply white noise.

Two hours later, Y/N was laughing so hard at a story Dick was telling her that she had tears in her eyes and her stomach hurt.

“I don’t believe you!”

“I’m not kidding. Ask Jason. He took my clothes and I was ass naked, running through the streets of Gotham. I wanted to kill him.”

Y/N grabbed another wing and got sauce all over her face.

“What?” She asked when Dick was watching her with adoration. “Do I have sauce on my face?”

He tried to hide his smile. “Nope.”

She knew he was lying and then purposely smeared more sauce around her lips. “How about now? Do I have anything now?”

“No. Nothing.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how attractive am I right now?” Y/N laughed as she wiped the sauce off her face with napkins.

“11,” Dick responded without hesitating.

The playfulness was sucked out of the room when they both heard how serious his tone was.

Y/N’s face went somber as she looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you.” She laughed lightly, “I’m a lousy date, huh?”

“That’s not true,” he immediately shot down. “This is the most fun I’ve had…” His words died out when he realized he couldn’t even remember. “Well, it’s the most fun I’ve had in awhile.”

“Me too,” she replied with a quiet sweetness.

Through her full-body laughter, she had moved closer to Dick without realizing it.

He glanced at her lips. He just couldn’t help himself.

The thing about Dick wearing his heart on his sleeve was that it was nearly impossible for him to hide his feelings, his desires. It was all in those blue eyes of his, waiting to easily be read by someone.

And while Y/N looked at him looking at her, she felt beautiful. Because that was all Dick could possibly think as he stared at her.

Neither knew who leaned in first. Perhaps this was their dance that they weren’t able to have earlier.

But they made up for it by sharing an impassioned kiss now.

Dick’s lips were softer than Y/N expected. His hands gripped her waist possessively, making it very clear what he wanted – but still being ever so gentle and soft with his touches.

One of Dick’s hands moved from her waist up her back to tangle his fingers in her hair. He tugged on the strands and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

They both could slightly taste the pizza and wings on each other’s lips, but neither of them cared at all.

The kiss didn’t last long enough for either of their liking.

But Y/N pulled away anyways, gasping for air a bit.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he whispered through hooded eyes as he brushed some hair away from her face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile,” he added with a smirk.

But Y/N wasn’t really sorry about the kiss.

She was sorry because she knew that things were far more complicated than ever.

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Part V

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 3 years

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Son of Demeter (Bae Jacob x Reader)

Pairing: Bae Jacob (The Boyz) x gn!Reader

Genre:demigod!au, Camp Halfblood!au

Trigger Warning!!: Mentions of blood

Summary: Son of Demeter Jacob meets you, a child of Apollo, while helping out his friend Kevin in the infirmary.

Word Count: 1,624

A/N: As many others I was obsessed with Percy Jackson when I was younger and quarantine made my old love come back, hehe enjoy ;) -Admin J

As a son of Demeter Jacob loves being outside and working in the field. There's something about plants that makes him feel calm and relaxed. What he doesn't enjoy is fighting, so he tries to avoid the arena at all costs. It's not that he doesn't know how to fight. No, he's actually a pretty good sword fighter, but he doesn't enjoy inflicting pain onto others, which is something you can't avoid in combat. He uses his knowledge about herbs to help out the Apollo kids to heal campers that were wounded during missions or practice. That's how he had met his friend Kevin, who was a bubbly Apollo kid. Usually Jacob would only bring by the herbs and prepare them for all the healers to use, but today was a messy day. He had already heard the noise that came from the infirmary when he was on his way, but he hadn't expected it to be that crazy in there. When he had stepped inside he instantly made eye contact with Kevin, who seemed incredibly relieved. "Jacob, I'm so glad you're here!" he exclaimed waving over the Demeter boy. "Can you help me for a second?" Kevin asked him to hold a compress to the torso of the boy that was laying on the bed. Jacob wasn't sure if he knew the boy, as he couldn't bare to watch all the blood that was seeping out of the big wound. He pressed the compress down, while his head was turned to the side. Meanwhile Kevin wrapped a bandage around the boy so the compress would be held in place. "Thanks Jacob." Kevin said after finishing up the bandage. Jacob just nodded, not trusting himself to open his mouth, since the nauseous feeling was still there, he was scared he would throw up. "Hey are you ok? You look a bit pale." a pleasant voice called out to him and he felt a hand on his arm. The last thing he could see before he fainted was a pair of beautiful eyes.

Jacob didn't know how long he had been unconscious for, but he woke up to hearing an angered Apollo kid complain. "Honestly what is this guy? An animal? If I have to heal one more bite wound I'm gonna teach him a lesson!" There was some laughter before Kevin spoke up "You shouldn't do that. He's a son of Ares after all, picking a fight with him would only cause trouble." The other Apollo kid sighed. Jacob started to slowly sit up and then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Be careful." It was the same voice he had heard before he fainted. Once again he made eye contact with your eyes. There was a bright smile on your face as you helped him sit up and handed him a cup of water. "Are you feeling okay?" you asked him. Jacobs mouth went dry, he could only nod. "Kevin he's awake." you turned around and called out to your sibling, who quickly came walking over. "Hey man, sorry for earlier. I didn't know you can not stand the sight of blood." Kevin apologized to his friend. Jacob shook his head "It's fine. I don't have a problem with blood, but that was a lot." Jacob gave a reassuring smile to his friend so he would stop worrying. Kevin patted his back. "Maybe we should invite you to the beach this evening huh? I mean you're basically one of us? What do you think Y/N?" Kevin called out to you, who had already went to take care of the next person. "What?" you looked up from the small wound you were treating. You had not caught what Kevin had said as you were focused on your patient. "Should we invite him to the beach later. He's basically a healer." Kevin repeated his question. "Sure if he wants to." a small smile on your face as you looked at Jacob to wait for his answer. Once again Jacob felt his mouth go dry and his cheeks started to redden, he didn't trust his words, so he just nodded. "Great I'll come get you later then." Kevin beamed before allowing his friend to leave the infirmary. When Jacob had agreed to this, he didn't know what he was getting himself into. When Kevin came to get him from his Cabin shortly before midnight, he felt extremely anxious. They weren't supposed to leave their respective Cabins after 11 and Jacob was never one to break the rules. However he still found himself following Kevin, sneaking away from the Cabins to a secluded spot to the beach. "Honestly I didn't think you would actually come." Kevin admitted in a whisper as they were moving across the cabins. Jacob shrugged, not wanting to admit he came because he wanted to see you again. When both of them arrived at the secluded spot on the beach he could see around ten Apollo kids sitting around a small campfire. Was it really okay for him to do this? He stopped in his tracks, questioning if maybe he should just walk back to his Cabin. Kevin pulled him closer to the circle of Apollo kids and sat him down. Jacob shyly greeted the others and looked around. His shoulders slouched when he realized you were nowhere to be seen. "What's wrong? Are you missing Y/N?" Kevin teased him. Jacobs eyes widened with shock at what his friend had just said. The younger boy just snorted at his perplexed face "Did you think I wouldn't notice? I know you aren't an extrovert, but you couldn't even speak around Y/N." Jacob felt his cheeks glow red as his friend exposed him, but no one else around the campfire seemed to notice. "Don't worry, Y/N will be here in a bit." the Apollo kid patted his back. Jacob relaxed a bit and even though he still didn't know if sneaking out was the right thing to do, he was having a fun time listening to the stories the Apollo kids told. After a while he heard footsteps in the sand and not long after you sat down in the space next him. "Hi." energetic as always, you greeted him with a big smile. It took everything in him to greet you back, but after he spoke it felt like your smile got even bigger. "Ayyy, Y/N you finally made it. Took you long enough." One of your siblings started cheering from across the Campfire, which led all the attention to fall on you. "Next time, we're not playing rock, paper, scissors I keep on losing. I feel like I've cleaned the infirmary so many times I should be excluded from the next game." you pouted which made your siblings laugh. The stories of the Apollo kids continued and Jacob admired you, who was actively taking part in conversations, but you also continuously made sure to talk to him, even if he only gave shy and short answers. However Jacob also realized he was getting sleepy, as he wasn't used to staying awake that late. His head started to feel heavy and his eyes were closing. He didn't realize it himself but his body leaned into yours, until his head fell onto your shoulder. Your body stiffened a little, surprised at the forwardness of him leaning into you, but when you realized he was asleep you tried to move your body, to prevent the poor boy waking up with neck pain. Kevin also realized your small gesture towards his friend and gave you a smug grin. Before he could say anything to embarrass you, you shushed him with a glance. He only put up his hands in a defensive way, like he wasn't about to give you a teasing. After a while the circle around the campfire had thinned down, leaving you and Kevin, along with a still sleeping Jacob. "I'll be leaving you alone, yeah? No funny business please." Kevin teased, quickly making his exit after his words. If Jacob hadn't been sleeping peacefully on your shoulder you would have hit Kevin. You started lightly shaking Jacob awake, who seemed a bit disoriented. "Where is everyone?" He asked rubbing his eyes. Something about his voice made you feel different. It was raspy and a bit deeper than how he usually spoke. His voice sounded so attractive, that for a second you forgot how to function. "Y/N?" God how could he speak your name with this voice of his. "Sorry what?" you were clearly flustered but it seemed like Jacob didn't realize it. "Where is everyone?" Jacob repeated his question. "Oh they went to bed. It's getting a bit cold, so I woke you up. We should go back to our Cabins too." You explained. Jacob nodded, still a bit sleepy. You took his hand and pulled him up. Instantly a warmth spread through his body. He wasn't sure if it was because of you being a child of Apollo or if he liked you. Considering his actions around you it was probably the later one. You didn't let go of his hand while making your way back to the Cabins. The two of you stopped in front of the Demeter Cabin. "Honestly I didn't think you'd be here tonight. Kevin said you're a goody two shoes and wouldn't dare to break rules. But it was nice seeing you tonight. You should consider breaking rules a bit more often." You quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek. His whole body tensed up, not able to move from his spot, as he watched you back up, sending him a wink before turning around and walking to the Apollo Cabin.

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kpoppwriter · 4 years

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The Pleasures of Life pt.3

Genre: demon/angel au

Words: 1.8k+

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drinking, blacking out

A/N: y’all seem to be into this series and I’m so glad you do! I was really proud of the first part and was so happy people wanted more. I’m thinking about doing side stories with the boys that aren’t main characters just because I have ideas that I think wouldn’t make it into the main story. Also I have an idea for some smut for this story but idk how well it’d go over...

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt.10 | epilogue

You stared at your reflection in Jeonghan’s full-length mirror. You still couldn’t believe that you were looking at yourself. Your reflection looked like a completely different person. Your usual light-colored clothes were tossed aside somewhere in Jeonghan’s room. You were now wearing one of Jeonghan’s shirts, a black one with some band logo on it. It was long on you but not long enough to make you feel comfortable. You tried to convince him to give you some pants or something to go underneath the shirt. After much debate, he gave in and gave you a pair of black shorts that some girl left at his place. That lead to a discussion you didn’t think you’d be having with Jeonghan. Ever.

Along with the clothes you were wearing, he lent you a pair of shoes. They weren’t anything too fancy just a pair of fashion sneakers. He tried to get you to wear heels but they were far too tall and hard for you to walk in. He even went the extra mile and helped you do your hair and makeup. He styled your hair in just the right way, making it look styled but also messy at the same time.

“So Y/N,” he grabbed a brush from his little makeup kit, “You still haven’t told me about this demon you’re trying so hard to impress.”

“Ok well, first of all, you’re the one who told me I should impress him-”

“Uh huh, and where would you be without me? Probably at home moaning and groaning about your feeling for him.”

“Hey! I never said I had feelings-,”

Jeonghan just waved his hand in your direction dismissively, cutting you off

“You’re too obvious, Y/N,” he laughed, “But tell me. If he’s the club and partying type, I probably know him.”

“Oh uhh..his name is..Seungcheol,” you muttered

“Seungcheol?” Jeonghan looked at you in surprise, concern gracing his features for a moment, “You had your first time with him?”

“Y-yeah, was that a bad idea?” you asked

“I mean...he’s handsome so I get why you went to him but he has a bit of a reputation.”

“Well, I know that. Everyone knows about him,” you scoffed

“No, I mean...he has a bit of a reputation as a player,” Jeonghan sighs, “He’s never alone and switches between partners real quick.”

“Oh...”

Your mood turned a bit sour, this new information making your heart sink. You looked down at your fingers picking at the skin around your nails. Jeonghan’s hand came atop yours stopping your fingers. He smiled at you softly.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have any luck with him. Who knows, maybe he needs an angel to put him in his place.”

Jeonghan dragged you up to the entrance of the club. Yes, in theory, this seemed like a good plan but now that you were here and staring at the dark entrance of the club, the music loud enough to be heard from the street, you had second thoughts. Jeonghan assured you he’d be with you all night and would keep an eye on you, he’d even keep from drinking to make sure you were okay. You sighed as you approached the entrance. Jeonghan just flashed a flirty look at the bouncer before walking through the threshold.

The club itself was even more intimidating than Jeonghan had described. It was unbelievably dark, your eyes having a hard time adjusting at first. Dim purple and red lights flashed around the area you assumed was the dance floor. The music was extremely loud seeing as you could hear it before you even walked into the building. Even though it was late (”Y/N, it’s not even 11:30pm. It’s not late for a club”), there were many people scattered around, some dancing on the dance floor, some sitting at tables drinking.

Jeonghan made a beeline for one table, in particular, dragging you with him. It was a large booth up on the second-floor balcony of the club. It overlooked the whole bottom floor. There weren’t as many people up on the second floor in comparison to the first floor but there were still quite a few people. Someone turned around and called out to Jeonghan. He waved at the person before pulling you towards the booth. Jeonghan greeted what you assumed were his friends as you stood behind him awkwardly.

“Han, who’s your friend?” one of the males asked sweetly

“Oh! This is my friend, Y/N.”

You smiled awkwardly giving a wave to the guy. Some of the other people at the booth glanced your way, some giving you a nod or a wave. Jeonghan went back to talking with his friends. You stood awkwardly for a moment before deciding to go over to the far edge of the balcony a bit aways from everyone. You looked over the railing watching the people below dance. You let out a squeak when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders.

“Hey, Angel.”

You turned around. Behind you stood Seungcheol still looking as handsome as ever, even in this shitty lighting. You smiled at him shyly.

“Hi Seungcheol,” you said just loud enough for him to hear over the music

“What’re you doing here? This doesn’t seem like your scene,” he asked

“It’s not- well, not usually! My friend invited me out and I wanted to see what it was like to drink and party.”

Seungcheol raised his eyebrow intrigued by your answer. He smirked as he watched you try not to make eye contact with him. His arms caged you up against the railing of the balcony, his hands resting on the edge. You could feel him gazing at you seductively but you refused to meet his eyes. One of his hands moved from the railing, his fingers coming up to ghost over your neck and collarbones. You shivered at his touch, eliciting a chuckle from him. His fingers traced over the marks he left on you that Jeonghan had been very adamant about not covering up. He leaned in a little closer. You could smell the slight scent of alcohol on his lips.

“Mmm, your skin looks so pretty with my marks,” he hummed

You shivered again, his breath tickling your face. His fingers came up under your chin tilting your face up to look at him. His gaze was...soft yet slightly seductive. You felt lost in his dark eyes. You knew how bad he was yet he drew you in like you were under a spell. You were pulled out of your spell when you heard someone laughing loudly from the booth.

“Have you met the guys yet?” Seungcheol asked

“Not really. I just said hi.”

“I’ll introduce you properly.”

You were pulled over to the booth. Seungcheol wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he introduced you again to the group. You greeted them again finally getting their names. Over on the far side of the booth just drinking some cocktail by himself was Woozi. The man you talked to earlier was named Mingyu and next to him was Wonwoo. You didn’t get to meet two of the guys properly as they were on the dance floor but you still got their names, Minghao and Jun. You sat down next to Jeonghan, Seungcheol and Mingyu going to get drinks from the bar.

“I saw all of that,” he said to you smirking, “I told you leaving those mark uncovered would be a good thing!”

You gently hit his arm and scolded him for watching and listening in on you.

“Wow, you’re starting to sound like Joshua. It’s a good thing we’re turning you into a baddie. I don’t need another Joshua in my life.”

“I’m not turning into a baddie! I’m just experiencing new-”

“Who wants shots?!” Mingyu shouted as he and Seungcheol returned with a few bottles of alcohol in their arms

As you started to wake up, you could feel your head pounding, hard. You felt so nauseous and your eyes weren’t even open yet. You moved slightly realizing you were under a blanket. You felt a pair of soft sheets beneath you as well. When did you get into bed? The last thing you could remember was...something involving Jeonghan and Seungcheol and alcohol. You couldn’t quite remember, the throbbing of your head making it hard to think. Your eyes opened slowly. You weren’t in your room. You weren’t in your room.

You panicked and sat up in the bed. You groaned loudly, the sudden movement making you sick to your stomach. There were sounds coming from outside of the bedroom. Then a figure showed up in the doorway.

“You’re up,”

“Ah, Seungcheol,” you murmured

He came over to the bed and sat down on the edge next to you. He handed you a glass filled with water. You thanked him and took a long drink. He handed you some ibuprofen as well to help with the pain in your head. You happily took the medicine and swallowed it with a sip of water.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked

“I don’t feel great,” you groaned

“I wouldn’t think you would,” he chuckled, “I’ve never seen someone drink so much for their first time trying alcohol. You’re definitely a lightweight.”

“I wish I’d known that before.”

Seungcheol only laughed, ruffling your messy bedhead. You looked around the room realizing you were in his room. Memories of the night you spent together came flooding back and then you had a thought.

“Umm...did we...?” you gestured shyly between the two of you

“No-no! We didn’t,” he shook his head, “Jeonghan ended up getting pretty wasted and I couldn’t get him to tell me where you lived so I brought you back to my place.”

You hummed, thankful that drunk you didn’t sleep with him. Not that you didn’t want to sleep with him again- you just had to figure things out first. You thanked him for taking care of you, telling him he didn’t have to do that.

“Of course I did,” he smiled, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to my angel.”

You felt your face heat up. You don’t know if it was because of his words or because of how warm his bedroom was- his bedroom was unusually warm for some reason...maybe because he was a demon? Regardless, you knew your face was bright red. Your hands automatically went up to hide your face. You groaned knowing Seungcheol had probably already seen your red face, his cocky laughter giving it away. He pulled your hands off of your face and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“You’re cute when you blush,” he smiled, “And it’s so easy to make you blush.”

“Don’t tease me,” you pouted, your gaze fixed on your lap

“But that’s what I’m best at,” he smirked, kissing your other cheek

He chuckled as he got up from the bed making his way to the bathroom, saying how he needed a shower. Once the door was closed, you flopped down onto the bed covering your face with a pillow. He was right. Teasing is what he’s best at.

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crybabytoy59 · 4 years

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My Begging letter PT8.

After they fell asleep I slept on and off suffering in the bondage position they had left me in, During the night sometime around 4am I was woken by light shocks that were growing in strength not enough to make me cry out just hard enough to have me whimpering, unbeknownst to me they were both up naked, Mistress Mummy was hanging up the remainder of the urine from the water fountain that she had put into a bag then sat it in the sink with boiling water to heat it up, this would add an element of Deeply bitter taste every time The new Slave swallowed it down unfortunately for Babyslave Mistress Mummy had woken feeling Not only Very Dominant But extremely Dirty....As she pushed the Tee peace to the neck of the bag with the sprung loaded valves this allowed for a second liquid to be lifted by the first fluid passing the valve, All she needed to do was prime the valve with a syringe 💉as she hung up the bag she pushed the second tube from the rebreather box on the floor pulling on the large syringe she watched Smiling as the wee ball in the clear valve port spun around rapidly pulling the discoloured liquid from the box up to meet the valve, Then pushing the syringe backwards until the tube from the box was 3/4 of the way discoloured & the last 1/4 was stale urine, pulling the syringe away she felt the growing heat between her legs.

At that point Master Daddy had returned with a bag full of ice in a bucket putting it down by Babyslave he softly whispered “Ready Sweetheart?”...

“Fuck yes Darling time to up the pace for Babyslave”

She took away the mask from sissy’s face closing the valve to prevent any smell, then lifting the cock dummy gag this to had holes fro the rubber throat ties to fix it in Babyslave’s mouth. She patted sissy’s chin, then pushed it lightly down..Babyslave Opened Widely ! Sissy was learning, she fed the cock dummy feeder down the rubber laces until the foam ring slipped behind Babyslave’s teeth, as she did Master Daddy pulled the over head belt tightly again making Babyslave bite down on the foam ring sealing the mouth shut !

Next he fitted the rubber bag to the rubber Oring around sissy’s neck making a seal. Mistress Mummy giggled lightly as the wheel on the valve started turning & whimpering came from the hood, Hot urine now passing out all the holes in the cock dummy Babyslave would know it had been heated up as it was over body urine temperature. Inside the hood they could here Swallowing as each time sissy swallowed the dummy would simply refilled from the bag...but worse still Mistress Mummy watched as the discoloured fluid went further up the tube, in a few minutes Babyslave would get her first taste of the new mix...

She nodded to her husband who emptied the ice into the rubber bag surrounding Babyslave’s headie..He closed the rubber seal on top only the tube protruded from the rubber bag a large hole at the top let air in the space between the ice bag & sissy’s face at the front the only place the bag had no contact with the inner hood.

They kissed each other & went back to bed for a couple of hours as they wanted a 7am start as Mistress Dee was arriving at 9am & all had to be prepared for her playtime !

As they worked on me in silence I found this part terrible as when they spoke I got a strange comfort from it even though they were being Wicked & Dominant....But this ? I could only await my fate...that’s when I felt her soft finger tapping my chin then push it lightly down...she wanted my mouth open, the pressure from the strap over my head had released, so I opened Wide to please her, I jumped in the bondage as the 4” cock Dummy was fed into my mouth as it went quite far back but it also had something at its end ? She forced this part past my teeth till it seal my mouth open around the plastic guard on the outside I knew it was attached to something as it kept moving for a short time then I felt it get hot as suddenly stale urine filled my Mouth! But it was way too hot to be fresh, Tears now starting Again as I resigned myself to drinking there “Golden nectar” Wondering why it did not make me feel sick ? Or even nauseous? It was just simply horrible that was all....

Then suddenly something crashed around my head then tightly pulled its self against my hood all but the front were my face was.... slowly my head got cooler I found the swallowing became a task as my tiredness coupled with my cooling head making thoughts hard to focus....my lullaby I’m my ear buds sounding louder & more emotive, smack ! Wwaaaa’wwaaaaWwaaaa .... Smack !! Wwaaaah’Wwaaah !my head felt different but I was too busy Swallowing. Slowly my head started to get cold so much so my lullaby in the ear bud was making me cry...just the sound of it made me want to Cry...

The next hour was spent Very uncomfortable & by the time I felt them removing the head wrapping & hood I was genuinely glad to be able to see them....

Looking closer at the mirrors in front of me They we’re both dressed in rubber suits...This made me nervous....as they both set about putting the equipment away, the frame in-front of me was removed then Master Daddy set about unlacing the bondage pants, as they came loose I was suddenly aware how much the I had wetdiring the night, but my rear felt strange tingling as the bondage was undone every part of my body aching as I swallowed the Now fowl liquid down mouthful after mouthful pashhed down into my tummy I was feeling very full now, slumping in the last of the ropes Mistress Mummy spanked my sore thigh Thwack! “On your Knees Crybaby Sweetheart We have much to get done so We Want Complete Obedient behaviour this morning Madam !....Now Gulp Nice & fast until I says Stop Cutenesses!”

Still disoriented from the ice freezing & tiredness I started the first of my tears rolling down my cheeks....as I took big gulps of the horrible liquid formula forcing my tummy to fill even fuller ! This seemed to please them no end as Master Daddy undid the armbinder he patted my black leather rear to a dull thudding “Ok Crybaby Sweetheart All fours & follow us (he was putting the pink dog collar on me over the posture collar clipping the leash to that he tugged it up hard) Heal Crybaby !”

I pushed my hood tightly to his leg whimpered then moved forwards with him in time with his steps...”Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way, Look Mistress Mummy someone’s Very Obedient this morning.....(she giggled) But Am guessing we Will have to see how this morning goes won’t we Crybaby?” I nodded my hood covered head as best I could given the posture collar !

Mistress Mummy pushed the box along side me the feed bag was now half empty swinging obscenely back & forth as we went to the white room, inside they removed the Special leather pants then the Nappy & my maids uniform the Nappy was put into a bucket, then Mistress Mummy remover all the sticky pads. I was so very relieved by this as the shocker therapy was Very unpleasant.

I was made to stand up & hold the over head bar so they could again wash me as I did Mistress Mummy removed the feed gag, as Master Daddy took off my hood, I could now hear properly with the ear plugs out.

Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Clever girlie Crybaby look at You !!! (She giggled as she put the water on I squealed!!) Hush Hush Crybaby Sweetheart we’re only going to wash Babyslave” I squealed due to the sudden sting from my rear as Master Daddy’s “Special Nappy” had worked it’s magic My rear was Red all Over an angry rash that would make any punishment Very painful !!! This was there intention all along as they had Plans for today that would make yesterday seem tame !!!!!....

Mistress Mummy rubbed my rear “Open Wide Crybaby Sweetheart (she forced something wet into my cheeks Deeply) Clever Baby That Keep our girlie Quiet”

She had fed me the pad from yesterday afternoon that had Master Daddy’s seed on it But it was now wet with hot urine !...relaxing now as they both washed me like the day before Very tender the warm urine from my catheter running down my leg she simply plugged it shut for now, smiling at me as the smell of the strawberry soap filled the air, after my shower drying off had me whimsical due to the rash as it was Very sensitive to the touch.

Mistress Mummy opened a bottle of Baby oil then started putting it on my head to toe my whole body glistening in the bright lights.....

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s You all ready to Play with Mistress Dee so let’s get you into the play room Crybaby !”...

I was Again led by my leash on all fours to the hidden door...as Master Daddy opened it I could see two figures inside dressed in red rubber catsuit’s Mistress Dee...But the other I didn’t recognise she was around five foot 4” heavy built with a Very muscular body she looked around her middle thirty’s But this was not what had me looking at her it was the huge green bag she was next to hung from the ceiling ! With a tube from it that had a double balloon retention enema tube from it with a strange steel base to it ?

They all kissed each other ignoring me.....Mistress Mummy turned to me unfastened my collar & lead....”Now Crybaby Sweetheart You Will Do what You Are Told when You Are Told do I make myself Clear? (I nodded) Clever girlie Crybaby Don’t have us come back in until the girls are Done or there Will be Very serious Implications Crybaby !!!”....They Both simply left the room..

I had not been alone without them both until now & this made me ever more scared as Even although they were Very WKD I had come to feel close to them,but this was different two new Dominant’s I had only met Mistress Dee to have my colonic, as she stepped forward kneeling to cup my chin she spoke..

“Clever girlie Crybaby You just be Obedient & All will be fine.....Now this is Mistress Carla she is my partner You Baby Will Obey Her Ever Word First Time or things will get Very unpleasant for You Pain Toy !....Now crawl to the frame Time to get started Crybaby !!”....Mistress Carla was at the frame opening the neck hoop for me to put my head in, as I straddled the tummy bar Mistress Dee guided my ankles into the waiting rings cold metal shutting around my ankles I knew there was now No escape...prone on the floor in the framework they cuffed my wrists into the rings under my shoulders Mistress Carla without a word pushed the first balloon Deep inside me then inflated it fully, next she inflated the outer balloon sealing my fate...

The metal part was for my cage this she pulled back clipping the two together she then ran a tube to my catheter! Any pee would now go up my rear !!

Opening the valve green fluid flowed into me....she spoke as Mistress Dee got a special hood ready for me....”Crybaby Sweetheart this is a special mix that’s going to help make Baby Very emotional Mummy & Daddy Tell us your quiet the Crybaby But this Sweetheart is a whole different level we are going to really enjoy messing with your headie Crybaby!!” At that she rubbed my sore bottom “Shall we Spank Crybaby Mistress Dee to start her off ?”......Mistress Dee was kneeling at my face “what a great idea Mistress Carla...Open Wide Crybaby Sweetheart (she took out the wet wad giggling) Look Mistress Carla (she held up the cum & piss smoked rag !) Crybaby has been having fun, haven’t You Crybaby? (Wess Mistress Dee) Clever Baby Stay Open Wide!”

She lifted my lower mouth guard pushing it onto my lower teeth firmly, next she lifted my upper guard pushing that in place also Mistress Carla handed her a long waxed looking strip ? This she fed into my cheek pushing firmly pushing so they were wedged behind the guards forcing my mouth to stay Open WIDE ! Mistress Carla handed her a second strip as she did the same with this long wax strip she spoke to me my open further & Fuller “Crybaby Sweetheart this one is from me the first one is from Mistress Carla say thank you Babyslave !”.....as I did Mistress Carla put a bowl underneath my chin.....looking me right in the eyes “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s to catch the liquid at this end Sweetheart!!!!!...

My eyes suddenly bulging at her comments....They could not be serious right ? I mean it could not go all the way through Me...Could it ??......just as that thought hit me so did something else ! The wax strips weren’t wax, they had both spent weeks preparing them for using on me today, they had been toilet wipes over & over until they were so soiled they had become waxed then they had dried them out before starting Over! Tears ran from me now as I realised what Mistress Mummy had told me was true Today was to be Far Far Worse than yesterday’s harsh treatment.....

Mistress Dee rubbed my Tummy “Let’s work this In much Deeper Crybaby Sweetheart......Aaawwww Look Mistress Carla there she is there’s CRYBABY!...spank her Mistress Carla!!” The spanking was not to harshly given by Mistress Carla it did have me whimpering but as the heat grew from this my tummy started making loud noises as small cramps started Mistress Dee lifted a corset putting it around my waist clipping the clasping together she spoke Mistress Carla had stopped spanking me to join her..”Crybaby Sweetheart Your Very Full but given that your pluggie tube won’t be letting anything out of you back there am guessing our Babyslave understands what coming next cutenesses” she started lacing up the corset ! Mistress Carla came to my face “No Crying won’t stop us cutenesses as we want to see our Babyslave in Tears ! So am going to spank you now ..But Crybaby not like before...No am going to spank you Very Hard & Painfully Then cutenesses we are going to take turns flogging that Cute botty....am sure we can find all manner of things to make sure Crybaby can’t sit for Days !!!”

She went behind me & The spankings started heavyweight blows that had me Crying openly in moments....But as Mistress Dee did up the last of the corset a big cramp came..suddenly I felt fluid pass from me as I went to squeal !

They both clapped as the enema fluid ran out of my MOUTH !!!!!!....As the cramping came more fluid flowed over my face into the bowl, tears mixing with the fluid As the room echoed with the sound of My spankings, at first by hand then a flogger a huge heavyweight one ! Next came a belt..they both took time between each stroke until my Struggling stopped before administration of the next painful spank, Last was a robber hoop This really hurt ! So much so Mistress Carla stopped it as Mistress Dee knelt Down at my head..”Come here You noisy girlie Crybaby”

She pushed the new mask over my face as it approached me I could see it had a cock gag the balls were on the outer side ow as hollow ! I wrenched as she pushed it down my throat more fluid poured from me out it’s balls ! As she pulled the rubber taught, pushing the cone ovals up my nose ! The mask had eye holes quite large so they could still see me crying for them...on the outside of the nose cones were two long tear drop shaped plastic ovals with clear tubing from them around 3ft long thir tube she set to a small jar with what looked like a plastic round accordion bellow ?...she then looked up at Mistress Carla “All Ready Darling please continue...Baby is in shush Need of Training”

The next whip from the rubber loop was given with such force I screamed for allI was worth rigging in the bondage framework.But only a dull sound came from me...”Clever girlie Crybaby that’s much better now Pain Toy !”...

Just as it subsided Mistress Mummy walked into the room with a tray, this had two glasses of wine and strawberries & cream....she completely ignored my plight putting the tray Dow she spoke to the girls..”How is she behaving girls ?”

Mistress Dee was first to talk “Not too bad Mistress Mummy...although I have just had to gag her with the cock gag but I used my new mask as you can see so she will realise shortly she should have Not been so noisy !”....Mistress Mummy gigged at her comment turning to look at the mask she knelt Down to look at the severe looking mask, again completely ignored my begging eyes & sobbing....just then Mistress Carla spoke to her “Mistress Mummy why don’t you stay there & have Crybaby look at you as I put her to sleep for a short nap ?”

Yes wonderful idea Mistress Carla.....”Crybaby Sweetheart Look at Mummy...Keep looking at me ..No Matter What.. Ok Baby? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby..Now !” She lifted a small fork hit it off her hand then held it to my ear...

Wwwwaaaa, Wwwwwwwaaaaa, wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaa. WWWWaaaaaa.

I started Crying out like a real Baby it could be heard even past the cock gag !

I was imitating the lullaby !!! It must have been some sort of hypothesis & the fork was the key seed !

Mistress Carla raised her arm high in the air gave a grunt pulling Down sharply!

At number seven everything went Dark as I passed out to clapping in my ears fading into the distance......

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bolshoiromanova · 4 years

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My Case for Black Widow on Disney +

Hey guys, so as you've all probably heard by now, Disney had decided to scrap Mulan's theatrical release and instead release it on Disney + September 4th, for an extra $30 fee. While Disney is trying to claim that this is a "one-off," if the pandemic continues into the fall (spoiler alert, it will), it's likely that they wouldn't create this new model for just one film.

Which of course brings me to Black Widow. This is an unpopular opinion for sure, but I am 100% ok with them doing the same thing for this movie.

Look, I know we all want to see this film on the big screen. And we can talk all we want about how Nat deserves a billion-dollar theatrical run. But the fact of the matter is: we're in a global pandemic. It's downright irresponsible to push movie theaatres to open before there's a widely-available vaccine, bc movie theatres are literally one of the WORST possible places to be when you're trying not to catch a deadly virus (enclosed space, re-circulated air, lots of ppl, etc.) And to be honest, as someone who's always claimed that she would do anything to see this movie, I'm not willing to risk putting myself or my family in danger by seeing this film in theatres in Novemeber.

But . . . I also don't want it to get delayed again either. Bc I truly think that, even if it gets pushed back to february 2021, it won't make that releae date either. Again, until there's a widely available vaccine and a large percent of the population recieves that vaccine, it's not safe to open theatres again. And until we have an exact date for the vaccine, studio's resetting their dates is one stupid game of cat and mouse.

Also, if Marvel does this, I know people are going to claim it's because they don't care enough about Nat to wait for a theatrical release. I don't think that's necessarily true. If they really didn't give a shit, they would have thrown BW to streaming back in May, but instead they delayed it in hopes of a theatrical release. But unfortunately, circumstances just aren't allowing that.

Lastly, as much as I love going to Marvel movies opening night, as someone with severe anxiety, that situation can be EXTREMELY stressful for me. Usually I'm unable to eat or focus for the entire day. I'm jittery, I get nauseous, it's a whole ordeal for me, even if I end up having an awesome time. And those are for movies that I know Nat won't be the star, so as excited as I was, I was kinda dreading opening night for BW, but I knew my nerves would absolutely WRECK me. So, the thought of not having to go through that is kind of . . . appealing.

Movies on Netflix like the old guard have also proven that action movies that go straight to streaming are still amazing to watch, and I'm a little confused as to why ppl are saying that BW on streaming would somehow devalue the film even though Marvel is actively developing cinematic, big budget shows specifically for streaming??

Also, I was planning on seeing BW at least 3 times in theatres, so buying it for $30 and getting to watch it as often as I want?? That's kinda an amzing deal!!

Anyway, I'm not trying to convince everyone that this is the best way, or be condesending to ppl that are bent of seeing it in theatres. But given the current situation, I do think that releasing BW on Disney + is the best way to go.

#long post #rant #black widow #black widow movie #natasha romanoff #disney +#current events #mulan

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divine-noire · 5 years

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Mononucleosis Awareness Post

So I caught Mono participating in Hot Girl Summer™ (jk jk lmao) but I did get Mono, and this shit is not a fucking joke. If you feel like you might have it, please go to the doctor. Over the past 4 weeks, I have been going through literal medical hell from complications. I’m gonna list the symptoms I’ve had and if you feel like you might have it, go get looked at. I thought Mono was something only horny ass teens got in high school playing spin the bottle, I’m 26 (27 next month) and was NOT expecting this shit at all.

Fatigue

My first symptom that something was wrong was fatigue. This is not normal, everyday fatigue. This is actually waking up and feeling like the world is ending when you take your first step, fatigue. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. While driving, I put my emergency break on at red lights because I was afraid I would fall asleep while at the standstill. At work, if there were no calls, my head was down (luckily, my boss is only here twice a week so I could get away with this). At home, I was in bed by 6PM and when you do sleep, it’s immediate. There is no gradual lulling off to sleep. It’s face-meet-pillow-meet-morning-alarm type of sleep. But I was still tired no matter how much I slept so I started using No Doze to counteract the effects. At first, it was fine, but even then, I still had the underlying fatigue. It got so bad, I drove over a friend’s house in Greenbelt, MD which is about an hour and a half away with rush hour traffic, using every bit of energy I had in my body to get to her, because she said she would take care of me, which she did. But by the time I pulled up to her house, I basically almost fell out of the driver side door when she opened it for me. That is not an exaggeration, that is the level of exhaustion I felt from just driving that far without sleeping. We thought I had the flu or something flu-like, so she gave me fluids and alot of Day & NightQuil. It made the symptoms lessen, but it never made them go away.

Sore Throat

At the beginning, my throat merely felt scratchy. This lasted for about 3 days, before I knew it, my voice was gone and my throat was in so much pain I gave up talking. The pain is not akin to Strep Throat, if you’ve had that before. It is actually worse. My throat was swollen as a symptom of the virus, but it graduated into its own infection of severe Tonsillitis. It was so severe that I actually began having trouble swallowing from the amount of swelling that it caused. I had to receive a steroid injection in my butt to counteract the swelling and start methylprednisone (which wasn’t strong enough and I had to go back for regular prednisone 20mg). I couldn’t eat anything without pain, so I stuck to drinking a lot of fluids and ice water. Ice water became my guardian angel because my throat was in a constant state of burning pain. I also grew exodus on the back of my throat, past my tonsils, as a result of the infection in my throat, and had to gargle salt water like crazy everyday to get them out. The exodus hurts, it is hard and feels like cement on the back of your throat and it makes the Tonsillitis 10x worse than it already is. I didn’t have a voice at all for 12 days, I had to use a dry erase board for all interactions (it’s quicker than typing on my phone.)

Nausea

Now my case may be different because the doctors keep telling me my nausea shouldn’t have gone on as long as it did and that I need to go see a Gastroenterologist ASAP but that’s a different story for a different post. Nausea was my worst and most persistent symptom to date. The kind of nausea you may feel will be persistent. I woke up nauseous to the point of my mouth salivating as though I were about to vomit everyday for about 2-2.5 weeks. This never settled. There was never a time my mouth was not salivating, I had to begin keeping paper cups at my desk to spit the residual saliva into throughout the day because it never subsided. One day, I had a salad for lunch from Panera even though I wasn’t hungry, I knew I should try to eat something. (By this time, my throat had made some progress and I could swallow some whole things.) I immediately regretted that decision when I lay in bed at midnight holding my stomach like the world was ending. I was so nauseous that I couldn’t get myself together enough to even get out of bed. The thing that makes the nausea symptom so bad (for me) is that it never made be actually vomit, it just created the sensation of needing to. Eventually, I broke down and stuck a straw down my throat just to alleviate the symptom a bit and threw up the salad, and it didn’t even look like it’d been digested properly. That made the nausea go away for the night, and after that I gave up eating anything solid hoping that would prevent any future nausea, spoiler alert: I was wrong. My salivating mouth picked up right where it left off, it was as though all I went through the night before didn’t even matter. My stomach was empty and still nauseated. That night, the nausea was so bad that I just knew something was off and I drove myself to the ER (Note: I drive myself to the ER that is less than 10-minutes away all the time to save money on an ambulance, if you feel you are not safe to drive, dial 911, it is better to just pay the ambulance than cause an accident and make your situation worse than it already is.). When I got there, I was beyond exhausted, nauseous, dizzy, I just felt like I was dying. The doctor brought me back, took my vitals, asked the usual questions. I told him about the nausea, the Mono diagnosis, he said he wanted me to get a temporary room while he ran some tests. I got a room and a nurse came in and gave me a shot of Zofran for the nausea that did absolutely nothing. It was so bad that when he came back in, I asked for Ipecac or a straw to induce vomiting again. Alarmed, he said they wanted to avoid me vomiting and gave me an additional shot of Zofran. That helped that time, but I still just felt overall terrible. The doctor came in later and told me my potassium levels were extremely low, explaining the extreme fatigue and dizziness, that my liver was swollen from the Mono, and that the nausea was alarming and he would be admitting me for treatment. I was shocked that this virus had done such a number on me. My throat had even worsened and was now even more swollen and painful than it was before (I hadn’t gotten the 20mg prednisone script yet.). I spent 2 days with an IV in my arm, eating mushy foods and sleeping in the hospital. I had to take off work because I was in no shape to even drive there, let alone get anything done. After the 2 days went by, I actually felt back to my normal self! I was so fucking happy to exist and not feel like dying after weeks of wanting to that I went home and started cleaning my room. I had let it get atrocious from not feeling well or feeling like doing anything besides sleeping. Shortly after I began, the fatigue kicked in, the only symptom to never leave, and I sat my ass down and watched Rick & Morty with Sebastia and went to sleep instead, which was probably the safer bet. Fast forward 8 nausea-free days, and guess what’s back??? It’s tolerable now, but still an extreme nuisance. I get my Zofran prescription and it does didly fucking squat to alleviate the nausea. I call the Urgent Care that diagnosed me and ask if there’s anything stronger for nausea and they tell me all the stronger shit will have me bedbound and loopy. Bills gotta get paid so we can’t have that. So that night, in a moment of nauseous desperation, I took double the dosage of the Zofran to alleviate the discomfort. Now, I understand I shouldn��t have done this, but I was DESPERATE and afterward, I felt great. It was the first time the medicine had done wtf the doctors said it would do and the way it was supposed to: quick, fast and in a motherfucking sprint. So I stupidly called the Urgent Care to ask them about the nausea medicine again (I have such a good relationship with this UC for some reason, probably because I hate my primary.) and told them what I’d done the night before and that I was now out of nausea meds and needed a refill before it came back, which was all true. Jessica, the nurse I always saw, was alarmed and spoke to the doctor on duty there, and told them about what I did. Then they cut me off and said to go ask my Primary for the refill because I’ve been utilizing them way too much (long story short). But she also said that I shouldn’t need that much Zofran and something else is going on and I need to be seen by a Gastro. That $40 co-pay appointment is still pending. Andddd I’ve been nausea-free for about a week now, but as I type this, my mouth just began salivating so it looks like I’m gonna be dealing with that again soon. Fuck.

Dizziness

My dizziness didn’t come full force until about 4 days ago (Week 4). I was out at a shopping center getting groceries and while I was parking at a nearby Dunkin Donuts, the world legit started slanting. I felt like I’d been drugged all of a sudden. My skin felt cold and clammy, everything felt out of focus and I immediately needed to lie down. Luckily, it came right after I’d put my car in park and had the opportunity to put my seat back and do so. I waited about 10 minutes maybe, and then I felt ok enough to get out and go get some food because I thought I was just hungry because I hadn’t eaten yet. Even standing in line and waiting for the food afterward was difficult. I had to sit down or else I’d fall down. I got back in my car and ate and laid down again, went back to the store to get eggs I forgot to grab before, and on the walk back to my car almost walked into another parked car. Of course, people saw and probably thought I was drunk or something. I was embarrassed but didn’t have the motor skills energy to explain the situation of feeling like I was in 2 bodies at once. This symptom has come and gone as it pleases, but luckily after a good 2-hour nap that day when I got home, I felt alot better.

Poor Appetite

While battling this virus, I have lost 10 pounds and still counting in the past 4 weeks. While it’s great to fit into clothes I was once too thick to get past my thighs, it is not the way I wanted to lose the weight. In the beginning, I always felt full no matter what, which made me not want to eat, combined with the nausea, it made eating something I just wasn’t in the mood to ever do. This went on for weeks, which caused the weight loss. I learned later that my swollen liver pressing against my stomach is what caused the sensation of fullness, hence, not ever feeling like I should eat. Now, my appetite has returned, and I’ve been eating nothing but starchy, fatty nonsense my diet never would’ve allowed before I got sick. And even with all the newfound calories I’ve been non-stop digesting (seriously guys, pizza 5 days straight, bread bowls, bacon egg and cheese croissants, cheesecake, donuts...) I’m still shedding pounds. My Gold’s Gym Membership is gathering dust because I can’t go workout with my body still always in fatigue-mode and it’s probably just not kosher to do with this kind of virus. My mom said I should celebrate for now until it becomes a cause for concern later, but I think I should probably be concerned now since the earlier you find something out the better health-wise. I lowkey did some research and think I might have Hepatitis-C from the virus, which is curable, but sucks all the same if I’m right. I inherited my mother’s extremely poor immune system, so I really wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll post before and after photos of my weight loss separately, don’t want Tumblr turning me into the Face of Mono™ because of this post.

Swollen Lymph Nodes

This was one of the lesser symptoms that went away by week 2-2.5. They are definitely sensitive and noticeable. I found that icing them alleviated a lot of the discomfort and made it tolerable, but overall, these were the least of my worries.

If you experience any of these symptoms or think you may have Mono, definitely get yourself checked out. They can do a rapid test at any Urgent Care or ER and let you know during your visit if you have it. This shit is not a joke. I’m still dealing with the symptoms right now and have no inclination of when they will be gone. The literature says anywhere from a few weeks to a year, I’m praying for the initial option but I have no way of knowing for sure. I say all this to say, pay attention to and know your body, guys. You only get one.

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got7ismyultimategroup · 5 years

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A Drunk Confession

Word Count: 1.5k

( Mark x Reader ) ( Fluff )

Summary: You and Mark are invited to a party to celebrate graduating high school. You decide to confess while he was drunk, certain he wouldn’t remember. You were also sure that your love for him was one sided. Things got heated, but you pulled back and left. The day after, Mark wakes up remembering everything you had said and done to him. Mark comes to your door explaining what he feels for you. Does he confess? Does he reject? What happens next?

Warnings: none

Your Pov

You were in a large crowd, trying to seek your best friend out. You couldn’t find her anywhere. You shouldn’t even have agreed to come to this ridiculous party. While frantically panicking and pacing around, you bumped into someone’s chest. You recognized it. It was a male’s chest. It was Mark’s.

You had almost fallen from the impact but luckily Mark had caught you. ”Hey Y/N, are you ok?” ”Yes I’m fine thank you,” You said. Mark then asked, ” Hey you looked kind of worried like you were looking for someone, is there something wrong?” ”No nothing’s wrong everything’s fine.” Mark was your crush since the beginning of middle school. You guys had talked a lot, but he kind of ghosted you at the end of 8th grade. He practically broke your heart. And here you are falling in love with him all over again, just when you thought you were over him. ”Hey so if you’re not busy right now I was wondering if you wanted to sit down and have a drink? I have some things to explain.” Mark asked. ”Sure I mean I have nothing else to do.” You replied.

You both sit at the same table, drinks in your hands. No one said anything for the first few minutes, just a few eye glances here and there. But Mark speaks up first ”So…Y/N I’m so sorry if I ever hurt you by ghosting you in 8th grade it’s just, just-” You knew he was struggling to say it and your heart broke at the sight of it. You sighed ”Mark I’ve put that in the past, let’s catch up, I haven’t heard from you in a while.” Surprisingly, Mark had tons of things to talk about. New car, More freedom, anything you could think of. You on the other hand, not very much to talk about. After Mark had stopped talking to you, you cried in bed every night, thinking about every reason why Mark left. Your looks, your body shape, your personality, all that. But you didn’t say any of this to Mark of course. Mark started to drink a lot more and began to get a little tipsy. You didn’t drink much since you were never into alcohol. More and more drinks later, and you had yourself a drunk Mark. You knew he was because he couldn’t stand right and he mumbled stuff you couldn’t make out. Then you had an idea. This was the perfect time to confess. You’re sure he wouldn’t remember this. You reached for his face, came closer, and connected your lips to his. You could feel the shock on his face when you kissed him. “Y/N” Mark mumbled. You wanted more. He allowed you to go deeper. He then put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Mark I love you” you mumbled. He grabbed on to you harder and kissed you back passionately. When you realized what you had gotten into, you immediately pulled back. You can’t believe yourself that you have done this. You grunted in frustration. “I’m sorry Mark, if you don’t mind, let me go to the restroom real quick.” you apologized. Before you could receive an answer, you ran and left. Now you were thinking, “Shoot, what were you thinking? Were you out of your mind? You’re so stupid!” As you tried to find a way out of the crowd, your phone rang. It was your best friend, you picked up. “Hey Y/N I saw you back there, I see what’s going on, but are you stupid?!” “I know I know but hold that thought, can you find my car and pick me up? I’ll wait for you outside of the party.” You hung up.

You found your car when your bestie honked at you. You quickly got in and slammed the door. “So..?” Your friend questioned. “I messed up I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I felt like that would’ve been my last chance to confess, before we move on to college.” You felt tears threaten to fall from your eyes. Your best friend hugged and comforted you. “It’s okay honey, it’ll be alright.” “I’m just sure this love is one sided, that’s why I took the chance to say it, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it later.” You said. “Don’t say that, I actually think the opposite. You just can’t notice that he refuses to take his eyes off you and the way he frowns when you talk to other boys.” “Y/N, he likes you.” Your friend reassured you. “Then why did he ditch me in 8th grade and start dating so many girls?” “Y/N, it’s probably because he wanted to get rid of his feelings for you or get your attention” “Whatever,” you said “I don’t believe your nonsense just drive me to your house, I’m having a headache.” No one said a word on the way home. When y’all arrived, you got out of the car and immediately ran to find the shower. You needed to cool off after all that happened. When you turn on the warm water and started rinsing your hair you came up with yet another plan. You thought to yourself, “Y/N, if he remembers, just tell him it was dream.” Perfect. You thought you were so intelligent. You knew Mark won’t suspect you. You giggled. You lay in your best friend’s bed, ready to rest your eyes after all the chaos. Your friend came up next to you and slid in the bed with you. She hugged you and said “Goodnight bestie, I wish you all the best of luck with Mark.” And with that, your eyes got heavy and you fell asleep.

Mark’s Pov

I woke up feeling very nauseous and sick. I felt this extreme headache and didn’t know what the cause of it was. You decided to eat some breakfast to distract yourself from the pain. Then, what seemed like flashbacks came to my head. It showed me drinking way too much and someone talking to me. I couldn’t make out the face though. After, she said something to me and kissed me. Maybe a confession from those stuck up sluts? I tried so hard to remember who came to the party, but nothing came from my mind, so I eventually gave up. It might’ve been a dream that I had, but I doubt it. After so much time of thinking, I narrowed down to one person, Y/N. The girl I liked and still like now. I never confessed because I thought she would be better off without me, so to get rid of my feelings, i started avoiding her. But dang, I miss her so much to the point where I regret leaving her in the first place. I still think about her everyday and to this day, she’s still as beautiful as she was. However, there’s no way she would’ve liked me. And if she did, there was no way she would tell me. The flashbacks seemed to get clearer and clearer and the girl I saw looked so much like Y/N. There was only one way to find out. I stormed out of my house and quickly drove to Y/N’s house. I knocked but no one responded. I sighed in frustration, thinking of any other place you might be at. Then, it magically came to my mind, your best friend’s house. I drove there as fast as I could, and when I got there, I knocked loud enough for someone to hear. Then someone opened the door. It was Y/N. She’s still as beautiful as ever. “Hey, I talked first, can I come in, there’s something i need to say and ask.” “Yes of course.” She led me into the kitchen and we sat opposite from each other. I decided to just say it since there was no time to waste. “Y/N, I like you.”

Your Pov

Did you just hear that correctly? Did Mark just say he liked you? You dropped your jaw in shock. “I’m sorry if this is sudden and I know you probably don’t like me back, but I couldn’t wait anymore, I needed to get this done.” Mark said. You were so shocked you couldn’t even say a word. This brought Mark into regret, suspicion, fear, and nervousness. “I’m sorry, I should give you some space, I’ll leave, I’m so sorry.” Just when he got up, you grabbed his hand and you embraced him. “Is this actually real, is it a dream? I was hoping for this all my life. Mark I like you too. I liked you the first time I met you.” Then, he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. Luckily your best friend wasn’t here to interrupt the perfect moment. As you both pulled away for an air of breath, you giggled and tears came out of your eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” Mark asked. You smiled, “I just dreamed for this my whole life and here it is.” “Baby girl don’t cry I love you so much.” “I love you too.”

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ladywithoutababy · 5 years

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Monthly Failure!

If you google “early signs of pregnancy” you’ll find a list like this one (emphasis mine):

You may experience implantation bleeding, or light spotting or bleeding, about 10 to 14 days after conception. Implantation bleeding usually occurs about a week before your expected period. The bleeding will be a lot lighter than your usual period. It will stop after one to three days.

Tender breasts. Breasts are often the first body part to get the message when sperm meets egg. Some women’s breasts may feel tingly, sore, full and even painful to the touch within days of conception as estrogen levels start to rise. That said, these changes may not feel a whole lot different from PMS breasts — the changes simply stick around after your missed period.

Fatigue. With all that work that goes into baby-making, plus higher levels of pregnancy hormones, the first four months of pregnancy can leave you feeling sluggish and sleepy. Keep in mind, though, a case of the sleepies can also mean you’re PMS-ing, over-stressed or not getting enough sleep.

Sensitivity to smell. Some newly pregnant women report a heightened sense of smell early on due to increased levels of estrogen. Once again, however, a keener-than-usual nose could also be a side effect of PMS.

Bloating. As all women know, bloating is one of the least-loved PMS symptoms — but it can also be a sign of increased pregnancy-induced progesterone that slows down your digestive tract, trapping gas inside your intestines.

This sums up a real mindfuck you might not be aware of if you’re not trying to have a baby: any symptom that could be an early sign if you’re pregnant could also be literally nothing. So here’s what a typical month looks like; in other words, what every month for the last 3 years (oh boy) has looked like for me.

Your period ends. All bad feelings disappear: it’s a new month! A whole new world! Who knows what you did wrong last month or why the planets weren’t aligned for you to have a baby. This could be - hell, probably is! - the one where everything will work. You resolve to try your best and remain optimistic (because everyone says that stress and negativity will hurt your ability to conceive, so don’t mess this up with your feelings, you stupid idiot!).

You have about a week of normal human life. You don’t have to worry about any of this stuff, because any sex you have during this week can’t lead to anything. You’re relaxed, you’re having fun, you’re being nice to your husband (not to mention extremely generous to any pregnant people you come across, because you’re all in this together), and you have a little twinkle in your eye because you have a good feeling about this month.

Then, you have a week of peak fertility, so you make a concerted effort to have as much sex during this week as possible. (Technically, it’s best to have sex right before you’re ovulating, but you can get pregnant in the 3-5 days leading up to ovulation too.) You try your best to keep it fun and carefree, but let’s be real: the sex happening is much more important than it being the best sex ever. On top of remaining optimistic and positive for the (imaginary) baby, you also need to make sure that you’re not treating your husband like a bull whose only purpose is to inseminate cattle. Sometimes this works out ok and sometimes it doesn’t.

That week ends, thankfully, and you can go back to a normal relationship (and normal relations) with your husband. What doesn’t end, though, is the emotional rollercoaster. OH NO, you absolute moron, that is just beginning. Because now you’ve got two weeks to sit around and wonder if you could be pregnant. You also wonder if you should lay off the wine (but jesus christ, can a girl not have some wine? Don’t forget she’s also working a full time job! Not everyone gets to focus 100% on being an optimal baby machine!). [You’ve heard mixed answers from doctors and various baby professionals: some say you absolutely shouldn’t have a drop of alcohol, and some say it doesn’t matter at all and that in fact lots of people get drunkenly pregnant on cruise ships. Cool. Helpful. Maybe you should book a cruise.]

As your expected period approaches (worth noting: it’s normally extremely regular, right on time at 28 days, just as god intended, and that pleases the fertility doctors), you try not to obsess but can’t help obsessing a little. Everything could change in a few days. You could be devastated again OR you could be, oh my god, having a baby! This could be it! It might be the case that all the other months were just a fluke and that everything actually IS totally okay and that you have earned and deserve a baby! You might be a normal person!

You start feeling all or some or none of the above symptoms. You try not to google “early signs of pregnancy before missed period”, which you’ve googled many, many times before. You always fail to not google this. You start to get suspicious: am I normally this tired at this time of the month? Have my boobs ever been sore like this on this specific day of my cycle? Was that spotting, or just some random inexplicable bleeding? Maybe that wasn’t implantation bleeding and I’m dying? (Being a lady is really fun.)

Some months, you tell your husband you’re having these symptoms, because they really feel different than any time before. He gets super excited and is “confident” that this is the one. Most months that you have a weird feeling there might be something going on, you don’t mention anything to him for this exact reason. This is extremely isolating! You feel crazy. There is no right answer, and anyone who you tell you think you might be pregnant will know you are crazy and possibly never speak to you again. Sometimes you ask your friends who’ve been pregnant how and when they knew they were pregnant. Usually their answers are unhelpful, like, “I just knew.” Sometimes their answers are “holy shit I had the exact same symptoms you’re having at the exact same time and then 9 months later I had this beautiful little miracle!” You start imagining more symptoms. Am I nauseous? Would I even be nauseous this early in a pregnancy? Maybe it’s all the wine I had earlier?

Usually, your period comes on time despite your feeling that something is different. Sometimes though, it’s a day or two days or even four days late. You’ve learned not to get excited about this either. Every single time you’ve ever taken a pregnancy test in your life, it’s been negative. [An even bigger mindfuck? A friend of mine recently took a pregnancy test that was negative, and when she still didn’t have her period a week later, took another one and that one was positive. Yeah, sometimes they’re just wrong!!!!! So fun!!!!]

So now you’ve learned to just wait it out (even though the alternative is constantly wondering if your period is going to pop up out of nowhere and embarrass you in public). But yeah: the cramps always eventually show up. The disappointment on your poor, tortured, helpless husband’s face always flickers before he puts on a brave (and terrified) smile so you won’t start crying. Usually you start crying anyway (especially if you’ve just been through a round of fertility treatment where everyone told you they had a “good feeling” about this one). And then, after crying for a while, you go to work or to brunch or to the movies or on a trip because this is your life, and life goes on.

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stusbunker · 6 years

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Known: Case of the Weak, Part B

A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dean Winchester x Demon!Reader, Sam, Female Vessel OC, a nameless trucker and some guy named Alan.

Summary: A discovery and an exit strategy.

Warnings: Talk of vomit, possession, angst, blood, consequences.

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March 25, 2014

The Bunker

Dean felt nauseous.

He had stepped into the spare bedroom CC stayed in to change the sheets and the stink of sulfur hit him like a right hook. It was everywhere, the bed, the desk chair, little dusting of yellow flakes that stopped him in his tracks. He closed his eyes as the rage poured through the Mark and into his veins. A tiny voice inside his mind replied, ‘And you call yourself a hunter.’ He clenched his fist and released his jaw, taking in one more deep breath of betrayal.

“Sam!”

“Yeah?”

“Just come here a sec!” Dean barked, the energy drained from him as the terrifying possibilities came crashing into focus.

“What is it—shit, it reeks in here,” Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “You didn’t test her?”

“I was a little preoccupied!” Dean admonished, “what? You didn’t either!”

“Is she?”

“No, she’s alive or at least she was last I saw her. How did I miss this?!” Dean’s eyes finally locked onto Sam’s. Sam swallowed as he realized how deep this cut into Dean’s carefully crafted armor. Dean dropped onto the perfectly made bed, elbows resting on his knees as he tried to gather himself.

“You’re telling me,” Sam huffed, then their old friend suspicion surfaced. “Crowley.”

Dean pulled his bottom lip against his teeth, shaking his head as it didn’t add up.

“He was pretty keen on meeting CC, Dean.” Sam mentally walked through the day at Magnus’s and the last time they saw the King of Hell.

“Oh god, Sam. What if it was one of the ones that defiled my Baby?” Dean stood and stormed down the hall toward the bathroom. “I am going to be sick, I mean, I--- and she--- and--”

“Breathe!” Sam rolled his eyes as his brother started to dry heave. Dean inhaled the cool, fresh air of the shower room, face leaning over the sink as Sam waited beside him. Dean tried to block the images of CC’s face in his hands, blood on his thighs, mouth on him. He sloshed the cold water on his face and neck, fingers dragging a little rougher than necessary, subconsciously hurting himself to bury the repulsion, the guilt, the fear.

“How did it even get in here, Sam? This place is warded to the gills.” Dean kept his eyes closed, unwilling to meet his reflection in the mirror. “She had a branding, on her thigh. But it wasn’t ancient, it just said, ‘Hi.’ I mean ‘hi’, really?!” Dean pushed off the sink, hand tugging the hair off his forehead.

“Might be some kind of blood spell? I’ll look in to what could have gotten past the Men of Letters’ fail-safes.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Dean sighed. “You do that, I’m gonna burn my sheets and take a shower. In lye.”

Three hours later and Sam hadn’t narrowed down what a demon would have to do in order to gain access to the Bunker. Dean had stopped himself from calling Crowley five or six times, unwilling to give the demon the satisfaction of pulling one over on him. The whole thing felt like a sick twisted game of humiliation and not even the good kind. As most days when he was lost in thought, Dean’s left hand rubbed over the Mark, like bellows doting over embers.

“Look, just call her, maybe we can meet up, exorcise it?”

“Something tells me she is going to see through whatever we cook up, Sam,” Dean muttered.

“This isn’t Chloe, Dean. This is a demon who has our friend!” Sam was losing his patience. “I mean, no matter who she’s working for, we have to go after her.”

Dean waited, letting Sam’s exasperation contort his face into five different things before he looked his big brother in the unamused eye. “You done?”

“No, but if you have something to add, why don’t you share with the class?”

“You don’t think that I know what this means, for CC? The girl that I--, the hunter that has been pulling my head out of my ass for the better part of a year to be taken like this? To have that thing inside her? Sam? Really?!” Dean had his lecture face on staring admonished at Sam’s bitch face and his lips pursed.

“Well, don’t you think it’s time we do something about it?” Sam shifted in his chair.

“Oh, we’re going to do something about it, but I’m not leaving it to chance or a bad tip from Crowley. We do what we do, we hunt the thing.” The brothers shared a look, an entire conversation that resulted in a sucking of teeth and a ruthless smirk.

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Her bike had run out of gas, how something that was extremely fuel efficient and, also the stuff of dreams ran out of gas, made little sense to Chloe. But there she was, on the side of the road in the afternoon heat, stranded. Her conversation with her granddad’s spirit had replayed itself in her thoughts for days. It was like elevator music to her now, familiar yet warbled, and easily dismissed.

The eighteen-wheeler was the first sign of civilization she had seen since leaving the memories in the woods. If this was her impending choice, she was ready to answer and take the next step back towards control. It was not. Though the trucker was friendly and had the air conditioning on full blast.

“Where to, princess?”

“Don’t know, we’ll see when we get there.”

The driver gave a thoughtful frown and eased off the brakes.

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April 9, 2014

Sayre, OK

Fog clung to the road, sloping into ditches as the passing cars drove by, their proximity rattling the windows around you. You had pulled over to the shoulder hoping for a distraction, but that was hours ago. The body heat had steamed the windshield against the sunrise, scarlet and coral blotches appeared slowly before your unfocused eyes. You listened to the voicemail again, letting the once solacing voice eat away at any semblance of purpose you had left.

He had heard about your last case, wanted to meet half way. There were rumors about Crowley and Dean felt like his show down with Abaddon was an any-day-now situation. Damn, was he a brilliant bullshit artist. You almost believed he wanted to see you. It almost sounded that he had convinced himself he need to see CC again before that next battle. Maybe that’s what it was, maybe it was just Dean’s sentimental side breaking through before he got the First Blade back in his hand.

But it was just a hint too earnest and two puffs too smooth for someone who had done the things to you that he had. Dean knew and he was setting his trap.

You thought of going underground, knowing Crowley still had a few tails on you, despite your regular check ins. There was always defection, switch teams and play against the world’s deadliest hunters, with the last Knight of Hell as your team captain. Or you could tell him the disgusting, grisly truth and let him, or Sam, exorcise you where you stand.

None of those were without merit, but all were without much hope in your survival. The radio crackled over the opening cords of the next song, Kurt Cobain’s voice came next, shattering your pretensions, and finally the tears began to fall.

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Rock Springs, WY

April 12, 2014

The Impala pulled into the parking lot just after rush hour, which wasn’t much to avoid in most respects. Sam had been on the phone on and off the entire drive, keeping tabs on the soul banks that Abaddon had erected all over. Dean was listening, but they both knew he had checked out unless it was about CC or the Queen Bitch herself. He needed the easy routine of tuning the radio and the weight of his foot on the gas. Because when he stopped or thought too much, everything seemed to unfreeze and fall apart at his slightest touch.

The motel had plenty of vacancies, especially for Agents Hawkins and Grohl. There wasn’t a verified case for forty miles, but something about putting on the Fed suit and using an alias made Dean feel in control. It was hard to believe there was a time when he hated the get ups. He replayed his times with CC on and off through the years, usually as one forgotten memory would surface, eventually they all snowballed over the bigger picture. But he could only see now where the holes in time split and the emptiness of his unspoken promises fissured.

“You call her?” Sam’s voice broke through his weapons check.

“Yeah, just rang through to voicemail. We’ll settle in and grab something to eat and I will try again.”

He didn’t turn around to see that look on Sam’s face, he already felt its sting without having to face it.

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It as if she was asleep, her body seemed so much smaller from the outside. Though her boots fell inside the edge of the mattress, you felt the need to bed her knees, curling her on her side as she liked to rest. She was warm and her body heavy. You waited at the small breakfast table, new vessel’s fingers flexing as you acclimated to him. “Come on, CC, wake up.”

She shouldn’t have been tired, you had a solid six hours the night before. But when you left her mouth, you only passively realized that she was nowhere to be found. In fact, you couldn’t recall the last time you felt her fighting you.

Dean.

You hadn’t felt her since Dean. It was a good thing they were coming for you, then. Maybe his voice could break through to her, wherever she had gone. Like some macabre fairy tale, the cursed hunter wakes the mind-lost vessel. You should be gone by then, they didn’t need an audience. You didn’t need to bare witness to that. They would probably blast you full of rock salt and finish you off with their Kurdish knife. Instead you stayed, staring at the man’s generic phone screen until you heard CC’s ringtone from her coat on the rack behind the door.

Dean.

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“I don’t know Sam, this all feel off to you?” Dean swallowed down some coffee as he waited for CC’s voicemail message to pick up again.

“We’re hunting a demon, not really expecting it to make it easy,” Sam shrugged.

“But, wouldn’t it pick up and taunt us?”

“Maybe it ditched her phone, want me to try the GPS?” Sam offered, pulling open his laptop on the cramped diner table.

Dean smiled at the waitress as she brought his slice of pie, though his stomach was full, he wasn’t going to deny himself a slice of Dutch Apple, especially not tonight. Sam huh-ed.

“What?”

“It’s pinging at our motel.” Sam stuck his tongue in his cheek as he spun the screen for Dean to see.

“Fucking demons,” Dean spoke through his bite of pie, inhaling all he could as Sam packed up his computer and left more than enough extra for a tip.

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You could smoke out, there was still enough time. The Impala’s engine cut on the other side of the parking lot. You could almost feel him from where you sat, but this body was a poor substitute, and you were a selfish, masochistic bitch. So, you waited. Chloe’s breath was shallow, but steady. She hadn’t stirred or made even one noise. In a way, this was probably the last time you would ever see her again. Moving day and this was your last walk through of your first place. It was understandable to linger, justifying your inability to walk away from her and Dean.

They had geared up in their room, you could hear muffled voices through the walls, there were just three rooms between you and two were empty. Even whispering, you’d know those voices anywhere. They walked around the building, knowing if they took the shortest distance they would pass in front of the large window at your back. Sometimes you hated hunters’ caution and sometimes you wanted to pat their little heads. You pulled air through his nose and waited.

He called again. Honestly.

“Door’s open,” you said to whichever one was at the door, trying to discreetly pick the lock in nearly full view of the parking lot and surrounding alley. The voice was coarse out of your throat, foreign and distasteful to use for such occasions.

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As the door swung open, Sam’s eyes fell on their host, before locking on to the sight of CC prone on the bed. He dragged his brother to his feet, and they walked straight into the fray. Tucking away his lock pick, Dean rocked forward in a fury, only taking two steps before he was knocked back. In half a breath, Sam and Dean were pinned against the coat rack as the door swung closed. The demon hadn’t even stood up.

“What did you do to her?!” Dean demanded, working to focus and to buy Sam time as a distraction.

“Nothing much worse than you did,” he spoke calmly, but the cadence wasn’t meant for this mouth.

“I’m going to kill you, you sonofabitch!”

“I know you want to, especially now, with all that blood-lust running through you.” The demon stood, the vessel was a white guy in his forties, small compared to them, but that meant nothing now. “The Mark really smarts after you lost the Blade, doesn’t Dean? I know how it makes you feel and how you think. So, I know you want to kill me, in fact, I was banking on it. That’s why I found a new meat suit. Didn’t wanna add anymore guilt on the Winchester laundry list.”

“But, why?” Sam searched for understanding, “I mean, why stick around for us to find you. You could have run back to Abaddon or Crowley or to fucking Botswana by now.”

The demon didn’t answer, but watched Dean watch CC, it almost seemed wistful. Sam was struggling to piece together its motivations all while fighting the force holding him against his will. But Dean had stopped fidgeting beside him, his brother had gone lax. Dean’s eyes unfocused before glaring at their captor.

“You like to watch, huh? Is that it? You get off on people’s feelings, you sick fuck.” Dean inhaled slowly with a piercing stare that further challenged the demon. He tried not to let his rage plummet with the shock as he started to feel an ease of pressure against his body.

“You know I don’t. Besides, I haven’t answered Sam, yet.” The demon approached them, waiting just out of arm’s reach. “I need your help.”

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You had no clue if this would work, but it was the Hail Mary at the end of the game of your own devising. You kept going back to him and now that you had been made, you were running out of options. Nothing you did made sense, but if you were going to get through to Dean, you had to tell the truth. Or at least part of it.

“I don’t know where CC is.”

“You mean other than on the bed,” Dean was not amused with the child-like turn.

You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips, which was far less empowering in this form than in hers. “Obviously. She hasn’t been talking back for a while and when I exited stage left, it’s been quiet.”

“Has she had any brain damage or major trauma?” Sam asked.

You shook your head and then shrugged, possession was a bit traumatic, even when you weren’t out to derail her sanity. “The last time I remember even a glimpse of her was with Dean, so I was hoping…”

“No.”

“What, why?”

“It wants me to wake Sleeping Beauty,” Dean snapped. “I am not putting the moves on a comatose girl, not after what, just no.”

“It has a name,” you snipped, dropping your hold on Dean, which oddly wasn’t as secure as it was originally. “Just try and talk to her? Maybe she can resurface.”

“And if I don’t?” Dean watched you like a true enemy. While the power you possessed was nothing compared to what he unknowingly held over you, it was nice to been seen for what you were finally. Again, you remained silent, choosing to squeeze Sam’s throat enough for him to audibly choke. “Noted.”

He approached the bed with caution, eyeing the weapons you had forced from their grasp and waist bands with their confinement. You slid them across the floor beneath the table, nudging Dean onward. Out of annoyance more than courtesy, you removed the strangle hold from Sam’s throat. He sputtered and coughed as Dean checked CC’s pulse.

“Dean?”

“She’s good.” Dean’s large hand cradled her face as he began to whisper, “I’m so sorry, but we’re going to get you out of here. We’re gonna get you back on your feet and we can kick the bastard’s ass together, okay? Cease, you hearing me in there, huh?”

Your eyes flitted back to Sam, he looked at you with something too close to pity in his eyes. You let your eyes blacken and stuck your tongue out at him. Dean started talking again, leaving a little peck on Chloe’s forehead as he waxed on about their first hunt. Things you had learned but hadn’t realized what their past meant for him. It paled in comparison to yours, but Dean wasn’t here for you. And, finally you saw that you weren’t only there for yourself either.

“What about a dream walk?” Sam suggested, “we could probably scrounge up the ingredients between us.”

“Dean? Think you could handle it?” Everything rested on the head of a pin, Chloe’s life, your afterlife, Sam’s patience and Dean’s faith.

“I’m not leaving you alone with Sam,” Dean didn’t bother looking at you, he was too worried about CC.

“It’s not like we can trust her with our bodies, Dean.” Sam cocked his head as Dean’s eyes looked skyward.

“Demons don’t sleep, ergo it’s not coming with.”

You swallowed, remembering everything you knew about the ritual. “Dean, look, if I trust Sam to keep from killing OR exorcising me while I’m in. Will you trust me to go with you?”

“Why are you even still here?” Dean muttered, offended by your very existence.

“Because I don’t want Chloe dead, if I did, I would have done it a long time ago.”

“That right?” Dean stood now, looking down his nose at your vessel.

“Look, I asked for your help, alright?” You threw in your final chip and let Sam fall back to his feet. “Either help me find Chloe or kill me and do it on your own, but this guy has kids and I haven’t done a thing to him or her since you’ve been here. You can trust me.”

Dean let out a mirthless laugh. “Trust you? Sorry, Alan,” he quipped as he flicked the embroidered name tag on your chest. “I don’t even know you.”

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He was impossibly close now and though he had been hiding it, the rage was surging just beneath the surface. Dean’s every instinct told him to kill this thing, but the way it moved and spoke was giving him a headache. It was like a bad body swap, because he was very clearly talking to CC while talking about CC. Just how long had she been possessed for it to have this sort of mimicry?

“That stings a little, but I’m not going to hold a shitty memory against you, Dean. Ball’s in your court, boys.” The demon sat down, leaning back to grab both of their guns and knife.

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2spry · 5 years

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Ozark Foothills 50k Race Recap

Oh man… so I don’t even know where to start. I guess at the beginning. This was my first race back since I broke my foot, 1 year to the day actually. I still can’t believe it worked out that way. I was looking at races that were easy to travel to, and that were loop courses. I wanted a looped course in case my foot said “nope” and I needed to hop off course easily. I signed up for this race only 5 weeks out! I had had a year of major ups and downs, with multiple attempts at upping mileage with no avail. Every time I tried to increase or even add in a little speed work or hill training, my foot would blow up. When I say blow up, the pain would be bad enough to cause me to limp. It wasn’t until really February where I was not having much pain anymore. I hit, on average, in the 60-70 mile range for Jan and Feb, with 116 miles total in March. I also had only 2 speed work sessions (they were easier ones). So I signed up with the goal of only using this as a training run, to make sure my foot could handle the distance. If it did, I was going to pick a longer race next and really train for it! I was extremely nervous because having your foot snap during a race is very scary and the pain is something you never forget. I have had to work hard on my mind this past year because the fear was really taking over. The mind is so powerful. Working hard on mental training has been a huge help for me. That is one of my weaknesses.

The day before the race was crazy!!! I thought I really had everything lined up, but so many things happened which led to getting off late. It worked out though! This was an Altra sponsored race so I was also going to the packet pickup to help out my local Altra rep Erica, and I was covering the race for Road Runner Sports on their Instagram account. Doing both of these things was incredibly fun for me! I love new experiences! Plus, it got me out of my head!!! They had a screening of The Double, and the speaker was Jeff Browning (aka @GoBroncoBilly). It was chalk full of awesome information. One of the main things I took away from his talk was to slay the negative thoughts of the mind. I know this, but to hear someone so accomplished say that they have to do this all the time, really brought it home to me. The mind is so powerful. Once that was over we headed to the hotel.

We got to the hotel around 8:45ish and headed to the room. So far everything had been rather uneventful. Then the room keys wouldn’t work and we got locked out! Phones were in the room (key worked at first and then just wouldn’t, no idea). Anyway, we finally got everything in and ate dinner around 9:30. While I was eating, I realized, oh my goodness, I forgot to get my race packet!!! LOL!!! I mean who does that!?!? Goes to the race packet pickup and forgets to pickup their race packet!?!? Me apparently. Thank goodness they had race day pickup! Then we realized we forgot the bottom to the electric kettle for coffee in the am. Oh well. The front desk was able to provide it. After all that, I finally headed to sleep close to midnight. And sleep I didn’t.

Up at 3:45 exhausted! However, I did not have a headache or migraine which was HUGE!!! I cannot remember a race where I didn’t have one of those the night before or the day of. (When I ran my 50 miler, I had a migraine from the night before and it didn’t abate for 7 hrs of the race!) Not having a headache gave me such a boost!!! We got there at around 6:15 and it was foggy and dark. I had thought for a moment that it wasn’t going to lift, making a note to bring my headlamp next time just in case. It did finally lift and turned into a gorgeous sunrise!

I was super nervous, freezing (yes me the cold weather runner was freezing lol!), and very thankful once she blew the horn to start. I kept reminding myself that this is a training run, no pressure! I started out very conservative. I was really watching my footing (I did the whole race) and just trying to ease into a steady easy pace. It did take me awhile to warm up, but once I got going I felt pretty good! I would say after the 5th mile I felt like I was getting in a groove, getting more comfortable with the terrain, but I could feel my lack of training then too. Just the amount of vert and all the rocks and roots that I am not used to. My quads and ankles let me know that really quick, but I told my mind to shut it, slayed those negative thoughts, and told myself to just enjoy this! (There was 3,800 ft of ascent so lots of hills) I started to look around at the beauty of where I was and just got really emotional. Here I was running, in a gorgeous area, on trails, in an ultra, healthy. What a blessing!!! That gave me a boost and I started to pick up the pace. I think this was around mile 10-12. I started to pass people, but I had no idea what race they were running. You are on the course with 25k, 50k, and 50 mile runners.

Coming through the half, I felt really good! I really was ultra conservative with my footing and therefore hadn’t fallen yet. My upper body felt really good, and I know a big part of this was because of my new race vest fitting seamlessly. Super important to find one that works for your body! I filled up my water bladder with Ultima Replenisher, and headed out! But then had to run back cuz I forgot my MUIR gels!!! LOL! Made a bathroom pitstop and finally headed out. I had no stomach issues with that combination, it worked well!

The hardest mile for me was 17. My hands started to swell like crazy! I was using salt, so I didn’t know why I was swelling so bad. Still unsure of the cause. They were so swollen that I actually thought I was going to have to cut off my ring. I was feeling a bit more tired, and just kind of worried. I started opening and closing my hands and telling myself it was going to be fine. Then, about a mile or two later, it started to go down a bit and relief washed over me. I began to think about all my friends that can’t run right now and began running miles for them, praying for them and for this race. I started to pick up the pace. Once I started running, I began to catch up to people. It was so spread out at this point that passing was pretty easy. I hit a string of two people and wanted to pass them but I kept thinking, no they are keeping you conservative, you don’t want to blow up you’ve come so far. I was kind of panicking. I felt so good I thought it was a fluke. So I stayed for too long. Finally I told myself what are you doing!?!? Get going! So I asked to pass and took off. I kept passing people. I had someone tell me hey you’re going really fast!!! Are you sure you're feeling ok? (It was getting really hot at this point, 70’s) I said yes I feel great! They cheered me on! Each aid station had amazing volunteers and I cannot tell you how much their cheers help! I continued to try and catch people. I started having water poured into my mouth (I didn’t have a cup) and ice in my fandana to help with the heat. Plain water was tasting so good at that point. I also began grabbing orange slices.

I hit the last aid station feeling great! So much so that I neglected to check my water bladder. It was empty. You might not think that is a big deal, but it really is. In that heat with miles to go, you need it. I let myself have an “uh oh” moment and then moved on. Those last few miles were tough. I felt pretty dehydrated and very nauseous, but I kept pushing. I fell twice because I got a bit sloppy at watching my footing, and then rolled my ankle pretty bad. I noticed that not one person was around me still. I ran alone for a lot of the race. After limping a bit I pressed on and started running, only to hear footsteps behind me coming fast, I moved over and it was Jeff Browning. LOL! He was cruising, but made sure to take the time to tell me to keep pushing! So I did! I ran all the way into the finish! I had no idea if I was even in the top 10, so when I crossed the line and Shalini the RD told me I was 3rd female I was in complete shock!!! It was like a dream.

From one year ago breaking my foot, to now taking 3rd was crazy. It was a huge confidence boost to know that my foot could handle the distance and that I was able to have a podium finish with as little training as I did. I felt so blessed and humbled. A new memory to replace the old. A realization that I can do this! A thankful heart to have been able to run this race and finish. A grateful heart for all of the support and new friends that I made at this event. Thankful to the Lord for the gift of running.

Now that I know I can handle distance again, I am going to find my next race and really train for it. I am so excited and hopeful for the future. I cannot wait to see what happens!!!

Huge thank you to all the volunteers, the RD Shalini, my mother, and all of you who commented and supported me through this journey. Big thank you also to Road Runner Sports, Altra Running, Jaybird Sport, OS1st, Yukon Charlies, and Momentum Jewelry for your awesome support and gear to get me through!

Gear: Altra Running King MT 1.5 and gaiters Road Runner Sports R-Gear Recharge Compression Capri Altra running performance tank Garmin Fenix 5 Os1st Arm Sleeves Injinji trail crew socks Ultimate Direction Race Vesta with bladder not front bottles

Fuel: MUIR energy gels Ultima electrolyte replenisher Salt stick KION essential amino acids

Balm: Squirrel’s Nut Butter

Pic Cred IG accounts: Trail @mile90photo, Finish @alex.fagin

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happylifechanges · 6 years

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So labor

I know you all are dying to read about my labor adventure since you’ve been following me since my first post about first trimester truths.

So at 3 in the morning on Monday on June 11 I thought I had to pee. So I went and then went back to bed, then 10 minutes later I thought I had to pee again. Realized I didn’t so I rode them out till 330 just to make sure then woke up Aj so he could time them. They went from every 10 to every 8 to every 5 by 430 and then stayed at 5 minutes apart till 530 and Aj was like ok we should go. But I didn’t want to. The pain was manageable and We actually had a doctors appointments at 840 so I wanted to wait. Aj was getting nervous so I called my mom and she came over around 6 and waited it out with us until the doctors appointment. The doctor told me I was only dilated 2 cm so it was to early to be admitted.

Went home, Aj went to work and mom stuck around for a little bit and then even she left for a little bit because the contractions backed off to every 20 minutes. I got a nap in and ate some cheeze it’s. But I didn’t want to eat too much because I didn’t want to poop during labor. That was a rea fear y’all. My contractions came back around 11:30 am being every 5 minutes. So I called Aj just to warn him and before I could call mom, Aj called her and she came over. I then labored at home with mom there helping me. Y’all my mom is a champ. Talking me through each contraction. Rubbing my back. Talking me through the breathing. I started to think that if I breathed faster it would make the contraction go by faster... it didn’t. Most of my contractions were really tolerable, I started to understand why some moms can make it through without drugs.

Aj got home at 4 and I kept laboring until 630 when I decided I wanted drugs.

Unfortunately the hospital is going under major renovations and we could not find the entrance to labor and delivery. We found the valet, but he was not helpful with directions. Aj dropped mom and I off at what we thought was the entrance, it was not. We ended up walking for about 10 minutes through a maze and when we got to the office to check in, had another contraction and then they are asking me all these questions and I have to fill out paperwork and it was incredibly stupid in my mind. I had pre-registered. I thought the whole point of that was so I didn’t have to do any paperwork or think.

Anyways, they put me in triage and had me change into the gown and I layed down in bed and waited around. They asked me questions, they took blood, I had very very painful contractions (mom coaching me through the whole thing) and then they had to examine me and see how far along I was. THEY WERE HORRIBLE AT EXAM! Mom wanted to punch the nurse in the face. I was already in pain from contractions in labor and now this stranger is causing me pain and not even apologizing for practically making me scream. When that was done, I kept asking about the epidural and the nurses sucked at communicating that they had to send my blood down to labs to actually prove I could handle the epidural... yes you read that right... because apparently there are women that can’t. I would have given up if I had been one of those women. Anyways, I was crying and in so much pain and I just kept thinking that Aj was dissappointed in me because I wasn’t strong enough. Crazy thought right. But he eventually told me that I was doing good and that helped. Husbands make sure to tell your wives daily in the beginning of labor and right after the baby is born how proud you are of her. She wants to be seen as brave and strong but giving birth is scary and as a first time mom there is no way you can prepare yourself. So husbands be a great cheerleader.

Anyways it took Aj getting on the speaker asking for pain meds to get them to tell us why we were waiting. Then they took me and wheeled me over to a delivery room. Riding in the bed was a weird experience. I compared it to being backboarded but more comfortable because it was a bed. However when you are having contractions it makes you motion sick. Once we got to the delivery room I was able to have Aj help me labor by holding me up while I was waiting for my epidural.

Getting an epidural is weird. It just is. The pretty anesthesiologist comes in and starts to tell you how you’re gonna get this miracle shot and you’re totally listening but then a contraction comes on when she gets to the part on how the drugs actually work and you stop listening and then you kinda register she is saying that there are risks and here’s what they are but let’s be honest you’re really just focused on breathing. And then when your contraction ends she says do you agree? Sure lady, I totally agree with everything you were saying because I was completely focused on it.

Then she starts to prepare you and then another random lady comes in and she says basically you’re gonna hug me and put your head down on my chest, basically embracing her bossum— not making this up. And then the pretty anesthesiologist says she is gonna put a needle in your back and while you are trying to stay calm and relaxed and not move the needle hits and it hurts and the only thing you can squeeze is this strangers hips while your head is nestled in her chest. It’s so weird. And then they give you a catheter which ya know, means you don’t have to get up to go pee, but it’s also incredibly weird. It goes against everything you’ve learned since potty training. You just have to be free. I just kept telling myself you’re in the river or ocean (because we’ve all peed there) and then it got easier to deal with.

But beside all of that, the relief. Oh. My. Goodness.

It was great!!! No more contractions, I think I got some sleep even. It was great. Well at first. As the night went on, my legs got heavier and heavier, to the point where we had to call Aj to lift my legs because I had no control over them. Absolutely could not feel them, I would try and lift and my mom would be like you have to lift them... I am! In reality I had lifted them maybe an inch off the bed. You also have to flip sides every thirty minutes. I hated it. Every time the act seemed monumentous and I was literally just rolling over. I had no control over the lower half of my body.

Sometime during the night I’m being woken up by my mom saying I need to roll over to my right side right now. I remember struggle bussing it but I did it. Apparently Henry’s blood pressure just DROPPED. which obvi isn’t good. But rolling over brought it back up. We tried again on the left side later that night but he wasn’t having it for whatever reason. The problem with that though was he wasn’t able to turn to get in position for the birth canal. Mom kept saying if you could get on your hands and knees he would turn, but guess who had no control over the lower half of her body? So yeah that wasn’t happening.

You know how on TV the pregnant lady’s water breaks and then she is all cute and glamorous while waiting to dilate? Example: Rachel Green in Friends. Well they are sooooo wrong. It’s just gross. My water broke when I was at 8 cm and being examined (side note: every time I was examined except by the doctor it hurt like hell, even with the epidural) and then yes there is an initial gush but then it keeps coming. It leaks down your legs and the catheter is still there and you’re also conscious of not wanting to poop during labor, and you can’t wash yourself. You just feel gross.

Well when they examined me again, another gush came out and this time it came with more than just water, it came with poop. Yep, Henry got fed up being inside me that he pooped inside me. That meant, c-section. Right away.

I was told that my mom and Aj got to come with me but would be coming later as they had to get me set up. So I was wheeled again into a surgery room. Doesn’t look like anything on TV, the room was brightly lit and had the big lights over the operating table. I was EXTREMELY COLD. I could not stop shaking. They moved me over to the operating table using this cool wood thing. Then I was told to lay my arms straight out like Jesus. And they put this blanket on me and pumped hot air through the blanket and it was AMAZING. I don’t remember when they put the drugs in, but then I had the doctor asking me if I could feel this or this below my chest and I couldn’t at all. I did get nauseous, and they put an alcohol swab on my nose. Apparently that combats nausea which is cool. At some point Aj and Mom got there and I remember seeing Aj and feeling so relieved. Seriously that man is my rock.

Before surgery started, they asked me my name, birthday, and what they were doing to me. I told them that they were cutting the baby out of me and everyone laughed. That’s the last thing I truly remember until mom said, oh Katy Henry is out and he is beautiful and I heard him crying at 5:51 am.

They brought him around the curtain and he was NOT beautiful. He was blue. And had a bunch of funk on him and honestly looked HUGE. But he was crying and out and as far as I could tell healthy. He was taken to get washed off and then the next thing I remember is mom bringing him up and me being able to kiss his forehead three times. Then being told he was going to the NICU for all the tests and Aj was going with him. I panicked in my mind because Aj and Henry were both leaving me and I didn’t want to be without them but logic ran over panic and crushed it reminding me that Henry needed to go to the NICU and Aj was gonna be there with him.

Somehow I got back to my room and was asleep, blissful sleep. I remember coming in and out of sleep and don’t remember people until Aj came in and updated me on Henry. Then around 8:30 I was told I was being moved to the mom and baby wing and I would get to see Henry along the way. I was wheeled once again down the hall to the NICU specialist and I got to hold him and tried breast feeding which honestly I had no idea how to do. Two nurses were around me helping me out but kept staring at me and Henry. I didn’t cry at the sight of him but I was really happy to see he was okay. Then after we tried for about 10 minutes I was rolled up to my room where Aj was and I got to nap some more and then Henry came in and everything was good.

It’s Thursday and I have been at the hospital since Monday. I have realized that women get shamed for having c-sections, even by doctors. Like, my doctor apologized that I couldn’t deliver vaginally and looked at me all sad like but honestly I could care less. I wanted to come out healthy and I wanted Henry to come out healthy. I didn’t care how it happened.

I also feel judged about using formula but not from the hospital from the world. It’s also pro breast and feed in public and no shame and women are powerful hear me roar stuff. I’m all for breast feeding and making free food for your child. But when your child loses 10% of their body weight and the doctor prescribes formula, you do the formula. Thankfully I get to breast feed and do formula but I’m totally okay with it. Because Henry is healthy and happy.

I’ve also realized that being in the hospital this long is AMAZING. Sure, my bed isn’t that comfortable and I’m very thankful I brought my own shower towel because hospital towels are awful. Being here is just a blessing because I get to meet with lactaction consultants every day. They are amazing and super informative. They have helped so much with breast feeding. Also the nurses are so nice. I also don’t have to cook! It’s really great.

We go home tomorrow after Henry gets snipped and I’m actually excited. Today I spent most of it alone because Aj had to work and I did okay. I know not every day will be easy but I’m gonna take it day by day with this little one and he and I will figure out how this works together.

Thanks for reading my super long post!

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Omg this blog is literally my fav! I was wondering if you could do a RFA (and minor trio if that's ok) with MC who still has to sleep with a stuffed animal or they don't sleep?? Thank you so much!

Sorry,I know you requested this a billion years ago. I’m just an awful person, I’m sosorry!!!! But I really like this concept and thus!!! Let us begin writing it!!!

Zen

You absolutely loved Zen, and trusted him with everything, well,almost everything

Which was why when he suggested hanging out at your apartment youhesitated

He noticed of course, and immediately took back his suggestion,but you knew the time had come and sooner or later you would have to show himanyway

So, you hesitantly agreed to it, even though you wanted to throwyourself against a wall for the whole situation

But of course, you weren’t going to change it, there was nothingyou could do, so you steeled yourself for the inevitable judgement that was topass

He arrived at your house at 17:00 (5pm), and you were just aboutready to throw yourself out the window

“Hey Zen, how are you?”

“I’m doing well MC! I missed you!”

You giggled at that despite yourself, and felt a little betterabout the whole situation, but the pit in your stomach still refused to unknotitself, staying put in making you feel slightly nauseous as you gave a tour ofyour, no, Rika’s apartment. You had to admit it looked very different now; thetraces of the blonde woman were replaced with your personality, seeping throughthe documents, now filled in the margins with scribbles and other doodles

You had to admit you were happy with most of it, most…

“And here…. is my bedroom.” You were more than a bit lessexcited to show off this part of the apartment. But you nevertheless opened thedoor and stepped to the side so Zen could see.

He strode right in, and looked around the room.

“MC this place is awesome! It definitely fits your style morenow!” He beamed at it, and you were left a little confused on how to handle thesituation.

“Really, you really like it?” You asked, nervously, but whocould blame you?

“YES!” He beamed, sitting on your queen-size bed, filled to thebrim with all sorts of plushies. “Especially the stuffed animals, they sort ofemulate your caring nature, I bet you take care of them wonderfully!” He pickedup one, a beige bear holding a heart, and smiled fondly at it. But you didn’tfeel any better.

“It’s not that, it’s, well, I can’t sleep without them.” Youhung your head, thinking of all the times you had to leave Zen’s house early,assuring him you were fine, not wanting to tell him what was really going on.Zen’s face looked at you in quiet thought and you could feel your cheeks beginto burn in embarrassment and unhappiness

“Oh MC, I wish you had told me! I thought you didn’t like myhouse, or didn’t like the idea of staying the night with me. You should’ve toldme! I wouldn’t’ve cared!” This made your face flush even more and you buriedyour hands in your head.

“I was embarrassed, I thought you wouldn’t’ve liked it, orthought it stupid, or me stupid and childish.” You groaned, more to your handsthen to the albino sitting in front of you.

But Zen just stood up and hugged you

“I’m sorry you thought that way MC, I love you and would neverthink that way.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, but he just shook his head andkissed your forehead.

“It is by no fault of your own, know that. Okay?” You looked upat his face, and smiled a small smile, he beamed in return

“Okay.”

Yoosung

He found out in what you thought was the stupidest way possible

You had agreed to go to Yoosung’s house for the night, it wassupposed to be fun, a good experience, but you forgot about one thing…

Once you found out you of course wanted to not go through this

But the idea of leaving Yoosung on a confusing note seemed justtoo cruel

So, you took just one stuffed animal, a small little tiger,thinking that everything would be fine

Unfortunately, you didn’t pay enough attention to it, and youended up leaving the tiger on the counter

You didn’t realize until it was around 22:00 (10pm), that youforgot it, and then it was too late to go all the way back to your apartment

You had gotten settled in your pajamas and you went over to getyour stuffed animal out of your bag, when you realized you left it at home

Panic welled up inside you and you nearly went home right thenand there

“Um, Yoosung…” you ran up to him in half panic

“What’s wrong MC!” Yoosung asked, surprised and worried by yoursudden outburst of nervousness

“Well, um, well, I left my stuffed animal at home! I can’t sleepwithout it!” You decided telling him was nothing compared to getting zero hoursof sleep

“Oh MC! I have a few stuffed animals in my closet! Will thatwork?” he asked nervously and you nodded, your mind still racing at the idea ofstaring at the wall without being able to slip off to sleep

Yoosung raced off to his closet and came back with a little pinkowl and placed it in your hands

You thanked him and gave him a huge hug. “You aren’t embarrassedat me, are you? You don’t think I’m weird?” You looked at him anxiously, but hejust hugged you tighter

“I would do anything to make you happier MC, this is the least Icould do!” He whispered. And you smiled into his sweatshirt.

That night you snuggled against the owl, while Yoosung huggedyou tightly from the back

You were happy and thought no one else could be as kind as him…

Jaehee

You were sure of many things about Jaehee

Her loathing of cats, her love of coffee and Zen, the way shecleaned her glasses in the morning

And the fact she wouldn’t like you stuffed animal, well,problem, was something you were definitely sure of

Which was why every night after she had fallen asleep you hadsnuck a stuffed animal into bed, too scared to tell her about it

Some nights she took ages to fall asleep and you were staring atthe ceiling until one o’clock in the morning

So, when Jaehee said she had to go over to her mother’s houseyou were guiltily happy

This time at least you’d be able to sleep a few extra hours

So, after you hugged her goodbye, you went straight to bed withfive fluff-balls

You slept wonderfully, a little too well in fact

You woke up to Jaehee smiling at you from afar, and you nearly threwthe plushie at her

“Um, Jaehee…”

“MC, you’re so cute!” She smiled and gave you a big hug

“You, you don’t think it’s weird?” You asked, really, reallysurprised

“No! Why would I? You’ve been doing it since forever.” She said,staring at you

“What.” You were beyond surprised

“Oh, come on MC, you should’ve told me ages ago! I was justwaiting for you to bring it up.”

“I, I just thought you’d find it embarrassing, I mean, I hatethe fact that I have to worry about it all the time.”

“But why, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about?” Jaehee huggedyou and you felt a bit better it. “Trust me MC.”

“Okay, Jaehee, I trust you.”

Jumin

Jumin was a classy sort of guy, you liked that about him, butwhat you didn’t like was how you needed to worry about it

When you guys went to party you had to worry about your dress,or what you said to someone

It was crazy, and it was also starting to seep into your normallife, despite Jumin’s constant assurances he didn’t care about that stuff andit was just for show

You tried to not let it get to you, but there was one thing thatwasn’t going to pass the test of not caring

Your stuffed animals. You didn’t let anyone know about it saveyour closest friend, and Jumin was one of the ones out of the loop

Which was why you never slept over at his house and vice versa,you just didn’t know how to explain it

Whenever he came over to your house you made sure to hide allyour plushies in the closet, to make sure that he wouldn’t see it

He never suspected, which was alright with you, it wasn’texactly a typical trait and you had plenty of other excuses to use for why youdidn’t want to stay over

But you eventually got too careless

He was over at your house one day, it was a casual day to kickback and relax.

“Hey MC?” Jumin looked up from the book you two were reading.

“Yeah Jumin?”

“I forgot my jacket in your room can I go get it?”

“Sure, I didn’t realize you left it there.” You replied, whichmade him laugh

“I’m very good at leaving things haha.”

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blushslightly, and get up off the couch

You waited for about five minutes, then also got off the couchto see what Jumin was up to

You walked over to your room and opened the door, before doing adouble-take. You saw him playing with one of your stuffed animals of a cat

“MC, this is so cute!!! How come you never told me?”

You were dumfounded, and more than a little embarrassed; “Um,well, I’ve been collecting stuffed animals since I was young, it was the onlyway I could sleep, since my neighbors were always fighting and someone wasblasting music. It became habit and now, well, I can’t sleep without them.” Youhung your head, extremely embarrassed to be admitting this to a refined memberof society

Jumin put down the cat and went over to you, patting your headand giving you a forehead kiss. “I’m sorry to hear that MC.” He said, and youjust shook your head

“It’s stupid, I should be able to sleep without being surroundedby plushies!” You massaged your forehead in frustration, you wanted this to bea secret, but now there was no escaping the fact, because you had opened yourmouth and told. You also didn’t like the idea that you hadn’t been able to tellhim until the situation was literally forcedon you.

“I’m sorry for not telling you Jumin, I, I should’ve trusted youmore.” You admitted, but he also shook his head

“It’s not your fault, it’s no one’s fault because there’s nofault to assign, I understand you wanted to keep it private, we all have thingswe feel that way about, I wish I had been able to prove my trust, but there’snothing to be done about that now, all that we can do is look forward.”

That made you feel much better

Now, you always bring your “cats” with you when you go over tohis house

Saeyoung

Let’sface it he prolly already knows, I mean he’s a hacker youargue to yourself

Yeah,but come on how is he going to see it? You don’t post pictures of it every dayon Snapchat or some such thing!

Arghjust tell him! You were about six seconds away from pulling yourhair out.

Luciel was coming over and you were deciding what was the bestplan of action, because there was a problem, okay no, two problems

The first one was that you liked him, and not just a little, youreallyliked him, he as funny and clever, the only one who could keep a fast-pacedwitty conversation, except maybe Jaehee, but she thought it all extremelychildish.

The second, and right now the more serious problem, was the factthat your apartment was currently overrun with stuffed animals

Yes, in the time you’d been forced to sit in the apartment youhad made more than a few trips to the toy section of Amazon

What it unsafe? Yes probably

Did you care that much? No, you weren’t even using your owncredit card, you were using your ex’s, (hey don’t judge you’d pay him backsomeday, besides he was probably getting rich of his money laundering schemes).

But now you had a space problem, and a don’t-let-the-hacker-knowproblem

It had to be some place not too obvious, closest were classic,and the first place to check. You had thought of burying it with you towels,but the lumps would be too obvious. Eventually you just gave up and played acrazy game of hide and seek, hiding them in small, ubiquitous places, likebehind the dvd player and some such things.

But you still were full of nerves when the doorbell rang.

“Hello?” You asked cautiously, before the redhead replied andyou opened the door, wanting to jump out the nearest window if you were sureyou’d have the death painless…

Later

He’d been ignoring you for a while now, and you were just aboutfed up with it

You’d tried nearly everything, conversation, joke, food

Even Honey Buddha chips you swore to God this kid wasunbreakable!

At least he hadn’t found the booty yet omfgendmenow

But you were 110% done with this crap

You went to your room, looking for your mountain of plushies,but your heart sank when you remembered that they were scattered around yourhouse

“Well fuck it!” You declared to yourself, and went to dig a fewout of your underwear drawer, and the other places around your room

Your ran around the house as normally as possible, pulling outevery last one, even the few behind the refrigerator

You were paying so little attention to everything around you, somuch so that you didn’t see the person behind you as you pulled a bear out ofthe knife drawer

“MC?” You jumped up, hitting your head on the counter, at thevoice behind you

“Um, hi, Luciel.” You muttered, trying to think of an excuse foryour rustling around in the drawer where all the sharp objects were kept.

“What were you doing in the knife drawer? Are you okay?” Heasked, you just stared, honestly a bit surprised that he was talking to you.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I was, um, I was just looking for a breadknife.”

“To do what with?”

“To cut bread!” You huffed, annoyed by the question for somereason. “Why?”

“I, I just want to know.” He hesitated, then, peering aroundyou, asked; “Why are you holding a stuffed animal?” He looked more serious now,and you didn’t like his gaze.

“Well. I mean, I like this bear.” You cringed, that was a reallystupid excuse, but there was nothing to be done now.

“Uh huh, tell me MC, how many do you have.”

“Do I have to tell you.” This wasn’t a question

“Yes.”

“Why.”

“Because it concerns your safety.”

“Yeah, why? Will you tell me? Orwill you freeze up like before?” You half shouted that one. Luciel froze for asecond, but soon enough he was on with his own excuses

“Well maybe because if I toldyou you’d be worse off than you are now! It’s hard enough with them checkingeverything! Your credit card, your blah blah blah, they’re just waiting for achance, a chance- “

“Achance to what.”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

This changed things quite a bit,you were officially beyond pissed, and Seven, well, you weren’t sure what hewas thinking, but it didn’t seem good. Time stretched, as if both you werefloating away from what the other had said, and reality for that matter.Finally, though, Luciel opened his mouth and spoke. “So, now are you going totell me the real reason you have this bear, and where the rest are.” That wasalso not a question.

“I have this bear because I can’tsleep without it, the others are, well they’re everywhere, had you time andwant to actually observe the world around you then you would’ve known that.”Your voice was as flat as a bad violin string which no one wanted to replace ortune. Luciel seemed taken aback by the whole thing though, which wasn’t likehim, whether in chat or, well or whatever the Hell this thing was.

“I. I’m sorry about yourinability to sleep, you should’ve told me, I would’ve done something.” Hefinally said, in the tone of voice defeated generals use during negotiations,or a mourner talking about their dead loved one.

“It’ not your fault, nor yourproblem, I can deal with it, I’ve been dealing with it.” You replied, annoyedbut also, melancholy? No that wasn’t the word, tired, that was it, you weretired of fighting of being on edge, of the bomb and the surveillance and thesneaking and everything. It was becoming too much for you. You wanted to tellthe truth, because you were sick of pretending that everything was fine,whether it be sleep or otherwise.

You looked up at Luciel. He wasstaring at you, and you weren’t sure what to think of the look he was givingyou. Was it pitying in his eyes? No, he knew better then to pity you. That youwere, but unlike the last time you had no idea what he was actually thinkingnor what was actually behind the look in his eyes.

He walked up to and hugged you,there were no words on his lips.

You leaned into it, happy forhuman contact after all this solitude, after all this loneliness and confusion,you could use a hug, something which grounded you to the Earth on which youwere standing.

“Will you let me help you?”Those were the first words that came out of his mouth. You wrapped your armsaround him and nodded, small, perhaps imperceptible to some, but not to Seven.

He contracted a little, as toget his head closer to yours, and you stood up on the balls of your feet

“I’m sorry.”

“Enough with the sorry-s. I’mdone with them.” You replied. “I’m ready for a new chapter. One with all my newfriends, one with you.”

He looked at you and smiled, yousmiled back. You could read what was in his eyes now. It was love…

The END! Oh my God I’m so happyto be back to writing! School has been killing me but I felt so bad for notwriting! I promise to do the minor trio, it’s just I want to publish thisfirst! I hope you are happy with it!! Thank you for waiting!!!

Requests are reopened, ask me for something!

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