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regalityandcoffee · 2 years

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I CANT THINK OF AN ACTUAL TITLE HELP

Summary: William paints your nails while you watch Adventure Time together. Yeah.

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"Dear, when's the last time you had your nails done?" William asked one night as you rested in bed with him, his back against the pillows with your head against his chest, laying between his legs as you watched television together. He had taken your hand and had been examining it for a few minutes now, you looked up at him, curious.

"Oh, um. Do you mean paint them?"

"Well, yes, but I mean like a manicure, dear."

"Do they look that bad, Sir?" you pouted. Some of them were shorter than the others from peeling and biting them, a bad habit of yours, but you tried to file them to look decent when they began to bother you.

"No, not at all, pet. I've just been curious. He let go of your hand then gently tapped the other one. You let him take into his own. "Do you paint them often?"

"No, I'd like to, but it's hard to do both hands because the left gets a bit shakey." That, and the smell sometimes made you nauseous. He hummed before continuing on. "I'd like to, though."

"Have you ever thought of acrylic nails?"

"Too heavy," you shook your head. Quickly regretting it. You knew very well he'd never make fun of your things that make you uncomfortable, but you still felt silly explaining yourself.

"Heavy?"

You looked back at the tv. "Um...I don't like the feeling on my nails. It's- they feel very heavy and I don't like the feeling of the glue or them being applied."

"Oh, it's a sensory issue. I understand."

You fought back a sigh of relief. "Um, why did you want to know?"

"You mentioned earlier not liking hair salons though doing it on your own can be taxing, and I wondered the same about your nails. You know how important it is to me that you take care of yourself, dear. If you need help with either, I'd like for you to tell me." He kissed the back of your hand, then your wrist before releasing you.

" I know, Sir." You snuggled closer to him, picking a piece of lint off his shirt. You laid in comfortable silence for a bit, before you spoke up. "Sir?"

"Yes, flower?"

"Will... will you help me paint my nails tomorrow?"

"Of course."

So, the next day after breakfast you quickly got dressed, went back home and gathered up your favorite shades of polish, top coat, remover, and your nail dryer you had found. You came back, nervous, but in an excited way. You walked back into the house and into the living room to find William, dressed in a simple turtleneck and jeans, pushing back the coffee table. " I thought that we could sit on the floor together while I paint your nails, dear," he explained.

You nodded, sitting your bag of polish and things on the table, helping him spread a bit of newspaper on the carpet. On the tv, he had Adventure Time playing. It was a cartoon you both enjoyed, though you were still suprised he had been watching it before he met you. You sat down on the carpet, and he sat in front of you.

You emptied out the bag. Along with the clear top coat, you had picked four colors: a deep burgundy, black, royal blue, and pastel pink. " What color do you think would look best, Sir?" You asked as you popped open the back of the dryer and put in the batteries.

He laughed "That's not my decision, dear."

You pouted.

"Alright, then. Let's use your favorite color, pink." He picked up the bottle, shaking it a bit. He opened the bottle. "Left or right first, dear?"

"Um...left!"

He took your hand. "Try and stay still for me dear. Just relax and watch the show."

You nodded. You watched the colorful cartoon, taking occasional peeks as the man, very focused, painted your nails. You tried not to fidget at the cold of the polish.

"The top coat goes on after the polish has dried, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright, we'll do that," William turned on the dryer, guiding your left hand into it. He then took your right, and took just as much time, care and focus painting the nails. Once he was done, you pulled your left hand out of the dryer and put in the right. "Are you having fun, dear?" He asked as he shook up the bottle of top coat.

"Yes, Sir," you nodded quickly. You tried not to squirm, excited to almost be done as he applied the top coat to your left hand. You admired his work; not a single drop was out of place, Not a single lump or smudge could be found. They were perfectly done. "I love them already."

"I'm glad to hear it," he chuckled.

Soon both hands were completely done. You admired them while he got up and made you both tea, the tv now on a Scooby-Doo movie.

He sat back down, the tray of tea and sugar now on the table. You watched his hands as he poured the tea. His were very nice, with immaculately trimmed and cared for nails. Suddenly, a silly idea sparked in your mind.

"Mr. Regal?" You asked as he made his cup of tea.

"Yes, flower?"

"Can I paint your nails?"

He paused, looking at you curiously. A smile broke out on his face and laughed again. "You want to paint my nails?"

You shook your head suddenly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, it was a dumb idea-"

"No, dear, it's an adorable idea. I think it's sweet you want to paint them. It's just that I haven't had them painted in ages, not since my younger years," he took a sip, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He set down his cup, and looked over the bottles of polish still on the floor. "What color do you think I'd look best in?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Um...what color would you like the most?"

"Hmm, perhaps my favorite? Let's do that, dear."

You smiled, picking up the royal blue polish. "Left or right first, Sir?"

-fin-

#regality rambles #william regal imagine #william regal #william regal x reader #yes im still on my william likes adventure time bullshit #sweet as sugar au #mitch if you see this im stealing the tag djdhshsj

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facesofone · 2 years

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My meds can sometimes make me naseous, which can typically lead to me throwing up, and when it happens too quickly after taking my meds, I can taste the meds that left my system. Then it quickly becomes a question of how much was dissolved by then, did enough of it get into me that it'll still count as taking my meds that day, or did I end up skipping a day. It's frustrating.

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Panel 1: Kyra has her head back as she is taking her medication, the jar hangs loosely in her other hand. She says "There we go, meds have been taken; hopefully I don't get nauseous from them today.

Panel 2: Above reads: Twenty minutes later. An outside shot of a bathroom, with Kyra hugging the toliet. She says "Bleh! Definitely tastes like medication.

Panel 3: She holds her face in frustration, saying "Ugh! Now I have to make the choice: Do I NOT take any more and potentionally miss a dose, or do I take some to replace them and possibly risk double-dosing? Oh well, hope I choose wisely.

Panel 4: Above reads: Several hours later...Kyra is electrified, symbolizing that she is feeling unwell, her hair is spikey and sticking straight out, and her outline is very shakey. She simply says "I did not!"

#did #osdd #dissociativeidentitydisorder #meds #medication #mental health #system #alters #faces of one #webcomic #did comic

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funtimebunnyblog · 3 years

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Nobody really asked for this but uhhh... I kind of needed it 😶😇😂 Please excuse me for being self indulgent for this one time! ❤❤❤ But most of all, please enjoy! 😘

The Pillarmen (separate) with an s/o on their Period...

(Under the cut for length!)

(Warning! This contains content all surrounding a Woman's menstruation cycle and all the absolute joys that come with it 🙃 like: graphic descriptions of pain and blood, more blood and lots of blood. Viewer discretion advised! In other words, you have been warned...)

Kars:

• Chances are, Kars will always be long prepared for your periods monthly arrival.

• Even in the time when you were first getting to know each other, he picked up on your cycle patterns quickly.

• The first time you confided to him you were on your period he was prepared then too, pulling out a fresh pack of pads for you seemingly out of nowhere.

• The way you reacted, he'd swore he had just pulled a rabbit out of a hat.

• From then on he knows exactly when it will happen, he's done all the calculations and has the date marked on his desk calendar.

• When the day comes, he'll have a box of stuff already waiting for you by the bed; a hot waterbottle, some chocolate, pads/tampons, a bottle of Motrin, you name it.

• It's no surprise that even if you happen to be late or early he'll still be prepared; heck, he'll take one look at you and know.

• If you're cramping or feeling bloated and icky he knows some good teas to help you with that too.

• Kars is also prepared for the emotional and intensive side of things when you're undergoing your cycle.

☆

The door creaked open quietly, a tendril of light cutting through the dark as the wrapped head of Kars poked into the room, ruby eyes settling on the lumpy form quivering under the pile of blankets covering the bed.

He had heard you crying from the hallway one his way back to his Office.

The Pillarman's lips came together, however, he didn't hesitate for a moment as he stepped further into the room. "My dear," he spoke, approaching the bed. Your shaking form visibly tensed right up. It was obvious you hadn't even heard him come in. "Is your back giving you grief again?"

You had started just a day ago and of course things were carrying out as usual; cravings, back pain, nausea, all things he expected.

What he didn't expect was your answer, which was a wet sob, words muffled as the blankets moved; a shake of the head was his only coherent response.

He only frowned, the bed dipping with a low creak as he sat down on the very edge right at your back where you laid curled on on yourself under the covers.

"Your stomach then? You feel nauseous, is that it?" He pressed.

Another shake of the head, his sharp ears strained to hear the watery response from underneath the thick layer of blankets, leaving Kars with no choice but to finally peel away the barrier covers between you and him. Your very red and very wet face was finally revealed to him, your lips knotted and quivering as you sniffled.

Your state was only worrying him further, it was plainly obvious you had been crying for some time and on top of things, you weren't even looking at him.

There was an unmistakably guilty look to your watery expression.

"What is it then?" He asked, a huge hand plucking the stray hair from your soaked cheeks and eyes. "What's wrong? I need you to talk to me, dear."

His pressing only made the tears come much harder, his hands instinctively going to your back and rubbing softly.

"I'm sorry, Kars..." came the staccatic whimper.

He blinked twice, "For what?"

"I ruined the sheets!" You cried, hugging yourself tighter. "I... I laid down because--because my back was hurting again and I f-fell asleep and when I woke up it was just... all over the place!"

Your Husband listened to you quietly, suddenly coming to the realization that the bed had indeed been stripped of the sheets beneath the blankets; you were only laying (probably not very comfortably) on the thin white plastic mattress cover. His eyes drifted to the far corner of the room where the ruined fitted sheet and the thin matching over sheet had been simply balled up into a big lumpy wad and thrown there.

"You ruined your pants as well then," he hummed, remembering that you had been wearing a particular pair; your favourite fuzzy lounging pants with the stars on them.

A nod was his only response this time.

Kars let out a sigh, leaning down to lay his head on your shoulder. "Oh, my sunshine, it's alright. We have plenty of sheets, one ruined cover is nothing to me."

"I--"

"I know you didn't mean to." He cut you off, already knowing what you were going to say, his gentle ministrations unceasing. "It was an accident, I would not expect you to have control over something like this. These things happen. We can always get new sheets and buy you more pants and undergarments."

It relieved you to know he wasn't upset with you over this, or worse disgusted by the prospect of your mess, and you found yourself letting out a shakey breath you didn't know you had been holding.

The covers peeled away and you nearly yelped as you were suddenly hoisted into his arms, the Pillarman carrying you right out of the room without another word.

"Wh-What are you doing?" You squeaked, your confusion making the remainder of your tears ebb a little more.

"I'm taking you to get cleaned up." He answered without missing a beat. "No doubt you're probably still soiled, so you're going to take a nice hot shower. I'll leave you some fresh clothes and replace the sheets while you're in there and then we can crawl into bed and watch that program you like."

"I-- I thought you had work to do tonight." You said, watching him owl eyed as he set you down gently on the toilet and began to putter around the bathroom, pulling towels down from the cupboard and turning the shower on.

He hummed, "Oh, my work can wait until the morrow. My duties as your Mate come first, you know."

You felt a quivering smile tugging at your lips as he peered over his shoulder with a soft smile, cocking an eyebrow at you.

Kars was undoubtedly the only one in your life who could sweep up the shattered remains of a problem and fabricate it into something treasured.

He was the only one who made a this week out of every month truly bearable.

Esidisi:

• Growing up, Esidisi had been around the Women of his tribe and his Family a lot.

• He's definitely prepared for something like this and even upon first getting to know him, you could talk to him openly about it.

• These kinds of things don't faze him in the slightest; you're a Woman and as long as you're healthy there was no issue.

• Esidisi will almost always be able to tell whenever your monthly cycle is approaching, being an intuitive man and all.

• He knows your behaviors and habits and he can easily spot your telltale signs leading to your period, like: any erratic sleep patterns, a shift in your overall mood, your eating habits taking a sudden change, any ofd facial acne popping up, etc.

• He'll definitely be prepared for the day it does hit because he makes sure to go out and do all the necessary shopping prior.

• When your period does hit, it basically hits both of you.

• If you get emotional, he gets emotional; when you're in pain, he's in pain.

• Half of the ordeal might just consist of both of you crying and holding each other.

• The other half of it consists of him doing his very best to help you feel better and alleviate any discomfort you happen to feel.

• However... his methods in doing so are very unconventional.

☆

You did your very best to lay still as the calloused pad of a thumb swiped along bare skin, just under your navel, where you lay; leaving not only a trail of paint but a ticklish sensation that nearly made you giggle.

However, it was easy not to laugh while feeling nothing but waves of uncertainty and mild irritation rolling over you amidst all this.

The deep timber of Esidisi's voice thrumming out the tones of a mantra in some language you couldn't identify did little to comfort you as you laid there before him on the bed. You were dressed only in your underclothes and already painted with several other sigils along your body as he finished the one directly over your womb.

The room was dark, save for the light of two candles, one at each bedside table, allowing you to see him partially where he stood over you in the shadows.

His eyes, normally two sapphires glimmering, shined like rubies in the dark; animalistic and a reminder that he was something indeed inhuman.

You weren't really one to believe in rituals, especially not while you had some Motrin in a bottle downstairs that would fix up your prediciment just fine, but your Husband insisted on this instead.

You were starting to regret telling him you were still cramping with every sigil he drew and every stone and flower placed particularly around and over you.

"Esidisi," You whined. "Is this really necessary?"

The Pillarman's rythmic chanting fell to an abrupt halt at your words, his eyes fell on you incredulously.

"Of course this is necessary!" He cried. "You want the pain to stop, don't you?"

You grimaced, "Well, yes, but I just think this is..." teeth dug hard into your lower lip as your Mates brow came together, full lips twisting and arms folding over his chest as his gaze burned holes into you, awaiting the end to that sentence.

What could you possibly say that wouldn't hurt his feelings?

That is was a bunch of hoo-hah?

That he didn't know what he was doing or how a Women's body worked?

That the ancient medicine of his people that he was still using was something long outgrown in today's society?

That it most definitely wouldn't work and it was a waste of time?

"This is, what?" He pressed, chin raising as his foot began to tap quietly on the floor.

You could feel sweat sticking uncomfortably to your skin, or perhaps that was just you suddenly becoming increasingly aware of the feeling of the oil on your body he had slathered you with prior, as you fumbled to finish.

"Er... that is is... a little.... much?"

A bare brow cocked as he echoed you. "Much?"

"Well, I mean, you've painted at least 13 symbols on me now and you've smudged the air with so much sage my head hurts and the crystals and the flowers and... just the whole shebang here..." your hand went up to guesture to everything that was laid out, things both on you and on him.

His attire was something close to ridiculous in your eyes; he was even more naked than usual! Dressed in nothing but feathers covering his nether region and his usual hat, he stood before you covered in swirls of orange paint all along his body rather than just his cheeks.

"Isn't this just a little much?" You asked, unable to stop the frown from tugging on your lips.

Esidisi blinked owlishly, "Well, how else am I supposed to banish the evil spirits from your uterus and alleviate your pain?"

It had greatly surprised (and upset) him to find that the medicines and practices he was weaned on as a child had faded away into non-existence along with the name of his people.

Apart from Kars, who had taken to (ugh) more "modern" practices with those placebos and chemicals made in labratories, there didn't seem to be a soul out there who knew how to properly do these things!

Esidisi wasn't going to let you suffer or be harmed in any way shape or form, not when he knew how to stop it. He had learned early on how to cleanse the womb and heal it of any harmful curses or diseases that would happen to plague you. His Grandmother had been the one who had taught him and he had spent his youth putting them to much practice.

If you thought that this was much, you were definitely going to be in for a surprise for when you became pregnant one day; he planned to preform regular hour long sessions daily then.

You couldn't stop yourself from sighing, a hand reaching up to give a light slap to your cheek as you groaned.

You would just have to explain to him what really caused all the pain of menstruation. "Honey, there's no evil spirits--"

A finger pressed to your lips, stalling anymore words from falling from them. "Shh, beloved. You mustn't keep disrupting the ritual." The man chided softly, leaning down to press a dotting kiss to your brow as he swiped the final line of paint over it. "Now just lay there and let me handle this. Trust me, you'll feel better in no time."

Your lips turned downward as you watched him step back to fetch his singing bowl, sighing softly to yourself as you adjusted the bouquet of herbs and flowers that he had pushed into your hands.

It was hard to get comfortable when you could feel the mint leaves he had scattered in your hair scratching against your scalp and the orange peeling he had stuffed it on your bra was an entirely different matter all together.

You supposed that somehow it could've been worse and you had to be content that this was relatively harmless all in all.

At least the hollow ring of the singing bowl and the continuation of his mantra would put you to sleep while he carried out the rest of this ritual...

Wamuu:

• Admittedly, Wamuu knew very little on the concept of Women and their monthly cycles; until you came along into his life that was.

• He knew how it worked of course and that it indeed happened but embarrassingly, he had sort of... forgotten about it in a way.

• Really, you supposed you couldn't blame him. This wasn't exactly something that was part of his everyday life, growing up with only 3 other Males the majority of it.

• The first time he happened to smell blood off you, it sent him into a panic and he immediately thought that you were hiding an injury from him; demanding to know where it was so he could treat it.

• Embarrassed, you tried to be discreet and prod him gently in the direction of what was happening. However, every code word for it just seemed to fly over his head; inevitably confusing him further.

• "It's high tide." "What? Beloved, we do not live by the ocean." "Er... the blood moon has risen?" "The blood moon isn't supposed to appear for another few months. And it is daytime, beloved." "Uhh... It's shark week?" "Why are you talking about a T.V. program at a time like this?"

• Finally, after a long, LONG session of going back and forth like that, you had no choice but to scream that you were on your period.

• Wamuu's beat red face and his impossibly huge eyes will be an image forever burned into your brain.

• After that, even though he wasn't exactly an expert on such matters, Wamuu did his best to at least be attentive to your needs.

• He does his best to understand your patterns and the entirety of what exactly you go through.

• He's always checking in on you every so often, sheepishly asking if you're feeling ok or if you need anything.

• Just say the word and He'll get you pads or food or water, perhaps even a distraction like a movie...

☆

The wet sounds of sniffling hitting his eardrums was what caused Wamuu to be roused from his deep and comfortable sleep, the Warrior blinking in the dark of the room and instinctively raising his head to locate the source.

"Beloved," He breathed, eyes falling onto your form. You were also awake, your back to him and sitting on the edge of the bed, curled in on yourself. His lips fell into a frown as you continued to sniffle, now trying to stiffle the sound upon realizing that he too was awake now.

Wamuu slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position, "what's wrong? Why are you awake?"

It was still the dead of night, just a little past 1AM, he couldn't think of a reason for you to be awake and crying other than the possibility of you having a nightmare.

" 's nothing..." you hiccuped, scrubbing your eye. "Go back to sleep."

His frown only deepened, scooting across the bed to get closer to you. "No. What is it? What has you so upset?" He pressed, an arm encircling around your quivering form. "Did you have a nightmare?"

A particularly harsh sob cut through you as you shook your head, burying your face in your hands as if trying to hide from him, "No! Go back to sleep!"

Chartreuse eyes softened considerably, the massive man only hugging you closer to his body as he chose to press further.

"If it's not a nightmare than what is it?"

"Oh, you'll laugh!" came the moan.

"I will not laugh." He replied, quite matter of factly.

"You'll--... You'll be angry!"

His brow knitted together sternly, one huge and warm hand wrapping around your much smaller one, uncaring of the fact it was wet with tears.

"I will not be angry. Please, just tell me why you are awake and crying, my love."

You fell silent, save for the staccato of your hiccupped breaths, Wamuu waited with all the patience in the world.

"I--" you paused, swallowing thickly. Your expression contorted in an almost painful manor, a hand slamming over your eyes as you only began to sob harder than before. "--I want... CHICKEN NUGGETS!"

The Pillarman blinked in surprise, that confession had completely taken him off guard. You were crying over food of all things? At 1 o'clock in the morning?

Realization washed over him, making him frown deeper for only a second as he suddenly remembered the fact that you had started your monthly menstrual cycle yesterday evening.

You must've woken up craving and hurting, of course those things would drive you to cry helplessly like so.

If anything, the Warrior was relieved it was nothing serious.

Wamuu smiled softly, only hugging you tighter to him. "Will chicken nuggets get you to stop crying?" He asked softly, carding his fingers gently through your awry bed-head hair.

You coughed, sniffling as your whimpered response rose up from your throat painfully. "Yeah,"

He nodded, "Alright. How many do you want and what kind?"

You sniffed a few times, managing to calm down enough to tell him what would suffice enough to satisfy your hankering. Wamuu pulled on a simple hoodie and some pants as you talked, he even asked you if you wanted to come with him but you declined, not really in the mood to go very far.

He put the Television on for you, turning it on to a program and kissed your head, telling you he'd be back with an order of nuggets, a drink you liked and perhaps something sweet to enjoy after.

You felt guilty for troubling him with something like this, it was even worse that it was at an ungodly hour in the morning but Wamuu didn't care about those things, what mattered to him was your comfort, your happiness and your needs met...

Santana:

• Much like Wamuu, Santana isn't very much educated on the subject of menstruation and your cycles when first getting to know you.

• However, he could tell immediately that something was happening to you even before your cycle started.

• He mentioned that you had a stronger smell to him, like your hormones were given a signifigant boost. He claimed he could also see that you looked a little softer somehow.

• After sitting him down (a little embarrassed) and explaining to him what was going to happen soon, the dots connected for him and he understood.

• You were his Mate afterall and he followed his natural instincts to care and provide for you.

• He doesn't really like letting you out of his sight when it does happen, preferring to keep you close to him and he'll help you out in any way you need.

• You have to be specific with him though. If you send him to the store telling him that you need tampons, he might just come back with the entire isle of boxes in tow.

• This whole thing is always a learning experience to him, even though he can't undergo the same thing he does his best to understand and at least be attentive.

☆

"Oh c'mon..." you groaned, practically begging now as you curled in on yourself on the bed. "Kick in already!"

You had taken that Motrin over 10 minutes ago and still nothing was happening, your back was still aching and your stomach was cramping.

It was impossible for you to move now, you had laid down and there was no way in Hell you were going to get up again until all the pain was gone.

However, you were very much regretting not having the foresight to grab your heating pad on the way here, at least with that it would make it bearable but alas, it was all the way downstairs.

You couldn't even get up without fear of fainting or worse; ruining your pants.

Another wave of nausea shot through your gut, curling up in an icky tendril to your throat straight from the pit of your hurting stomach. All you could do was try to breathe; breathe, ride out the pain, hope it would be over soon and try not to vomit because of it.

A litany of begging was now falling through your lips like a prayer, pleading for anyone or anything listening to make it stop. Tears were beading at the corners of your eyes threatening to fall as your spine felt like it was being twisted, rung out like one would a wet rag.

"Please, please, please stop." You grit, hands turning to fists. "Please, please make it stop."

Little did you know your pleas didn't go unheard.

Santana watched you from the doorway where you couldn't see him, peering in with a thoughtful frown and a tilt of his head. Each quiet moan and whimper made his hands instinctively grip the door tighter, fingers digging harshly into the wood.

You were having a hard time. You were in a lot of pain and he hated to see you as such.

With only a moments thought, the Pillarman knew what he had to do, taking off quickly down the stairs; his feet barely making a sound on the steps.

Your back was hurting, he could see it in the way you kept trying to roll onto it. You used a strange device to help, one that emanated heat with a click of a button. His eyes scanned the living room for the familiar blue fabric with the white chord.

He snatched it off the couch, tucking it under his arm as he went into the kitchen next, finding himself opening and closing cupboards and doors without really knowing what he was looking for this time.

You had already taken one of those pills and he was certain you said something before about having to wait a couple of hours before you took another so that was out of the question.

The bright colours of your waterbottle sitting all by itself on the kitchen counter caught his eye. He didn't know how long you would be up there resting so maybe it was best to put it by your bedside for when you needed it. He also grabbed a couple of snacks from the cupboard, simple wrapped treats you enjoyed here and there.

He put the bottle under the tap, making sure to only stop until it was filled right under the brim with cold water.

Water... hot water. The red-head blinked, humming softly to himself as the gears turned in his head.

Your stomach had been obviously giving you grief as well, it didn't go unnoticed by him that you were clutching it; trying to curl in on yourself. You had something you used to help that too, he had seen you fill it up a few times before.

Waterbottle and heating pad under arm and snacks clutched to his chest, he went back upstairs. He went right past your room and straight into the bathroom, prying open the closet and digging around for the strange rubbery sack he could clearly see in his memories.

He pulled it out triumphantly, the object limp in his grasp like a pelt as he turned on the tap. He waited until the water was hot enough to make steam rise up from the sink before plunging it under to fill and corking it.

His arms now completely full, he shuffled back to your room with the goods; pleased his little scavenger hunt was successful.

There you lay, right where he had left you; from the look of it you definitely hadn't improved.

You were so consumed with your own discomfort you didn't even hear him or see him.

Santana approached the bed quietly, setting the waterbottles (both hot and cold) down on the nighttable with the snacks before fumbling with the heating pad, plugging it into the wall.

The massive hand being laid on your side startled you somewhat, eyes popping open with a shudder before being greeted with the sight of your one and only Mate standing over you at the bedside with a frown.

"Roll over." Came the quiet command, his hand pushing you further onto your side and slipping something familiar underneath you before easing you onto your back again.

"Santana, wha--" was all you could manage out.

Santana clicked it onto the medium setting, reaching for the hot-waterbottle next and holding it up for you to see. He draped the wiggly rubber sack over your stomach, an audible "bloop!" sounding from inside as your arms instinctively curled around it with a sigh; already relishing in its warmth.

The bed dipped as he crawled in next to you, the Pillarmen kindly pulling the blankets up around you both as he curled into your side protectively.

You could feel the heat seeping slowly into your back, the pain starting to ebb somewhat and the heated weight over your stomach was soothing; it all left you near to deliriously blissful.

You realized belatedly that he had brought you all of these things without you even having to ask, you turned your head with a sleepy smile, meeting the gaze of the red-head. He was so sweet you swore at times your heart would melt.

A hand reached up to tangle in his mane of wild hair, "Thank you, honey..."

The Pillarman nuzzled into your neck, almost purring at the gentle touch. He had made you better and that was enough to leave him content for now.

"I will always take care of you, my Mate..." he murmured, smiling softly as you closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep. It wasn't long after that he did the very same...

#funnybunny #pillarmen #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #pillarmen headcanons #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #my writing

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narrators-journal · 3 years

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CW: I’m bad at writing pregnancy stuff,

first part: here

previous part: here

Before you knew it, you'd been on your own for almost four months. God, it's been so long. You thought with a bit of fear as you drove home from the store in the swiftly waning light of evening, glancing at the passengers seat where bags of all of the supplies you had looked up for having a home birth. Which wasn't going to be fun, but going to a hospital meant paperwork and being kept in one place for an unknown amount of time, easily trackable, not to mention the hospital birth records would be perfectly accessible to the Zoldycks, meaning they could track down your baby. So, you were just going to bite the bullet and do it yourself. On the bright side, I have about 2 months to prepare and learn, so things will go great. You told yourself, sending a quick prayer to any god listening that you didn't face any complications, because you'd only gone to one doctor's appointment for the baby, and while it didn't show any bad omens for the birth, that had been ages ago, so you weren't really sure of how healthy your baby currently was. Though, some of that anxiety was more-so from the small changes you'd begun to notice in these last few weeks. It wasn't anything major, mostly cramping, more backpain, and exhaustion, but good ol' google had told you these may be signs of pregnancy. Hence the evening trip to the store for all of the things you lacked at home for a home birth. You hoped you were just being overly cautious, but you couldn't be too sure. Despite that though, you did your best to stay positive and just went about collecting your shopping as carefully as you could and waddling up to your nasty little apartment. You were pretty happy at the bottom of the stairs, on edge, as always when the place you lived had so many sketchy people that their aura seemed as engrained in the carpet as the mystery stains on your bedroom floor, but your mood instantly fell when you got to the top of the stairs. You stood there, heart racing, (e/c) eyes wide and frantically searching for any reason as to why you were suddenly so nervous. After all, you'd worked through this level of anxiety in your first month there, you should have a better handle on it than this, but then it clicked. It's too quiet. You realized, putting a hand on the banister to steady yourself as the dread hit you. Your apartment building was still bustling with noise, from neighbors having sex loudly, to someone's kids getting into a shrieking match, those noises were pretty mundane to you now, but something still felt too calm. Like that moment in movies right before the murderer attacks. Calm down, everything's fine. You told yourself, taking a deep breath or two to try and wait for the wave of paranoia to ebb. One of the neighbors probably just has some sort of guest over. Or maybe some strong nen user passed by, I'm sure it has a reasonable explanation. You continued to reassure yourself, but the feeling didn't pass. Some voice inside of you just kept screaming about something being way too off, maybe it was your survival instincts, maybe it was simply your paranoia acting up, either way you decided to trust your gut. So, you compromised with yourself. You gathered your bags and unlocked your apartment to place them in, ensuring they'd be safe when you returned tomorrow, than you made your way back down to the foyer as swiftly as you could manage while heavily pregnant.

"Are you alright, miss?" A man suddenly asked, making you yelp, but when you looked over, it was just some dark haired man with a cross-shaped tattoo of sorts on his forehead sitting at the guard's seat. You'd never seen him before, but you tried your best to not be impolite. At worst, he was some sort of spy for Illumi, but if he wasn't and he was just one of the many sketchy guards that worked for the apartment building, you still didn't want to offend him. So, you laughed a bit, clasping your hands over your stomach to hide how badly you were shaking, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just realized I'd forgotten something in my car, don't want it stolen." you said in a shakey but kind voice, which made the man snort a bit, "Would you like me to go out there for it? I promise not to steal anything," he offered, his grey eyes sparkling with mischief while he was oddly amused by his own words, but you shook your head, brushing any stray strands of (h/l), (h/c) hair from your face as you spoke, "No thank you, but I a-appreciate your offer." with that, you made a beeline for the door, swiftly stepping outside and taking a deep breath of the fresh spring air. All at once, your anxiety began to wane, which you were immensely thankful for. Slowly, you let out a breath and waddled over to your car, ignoring the pinching cramping sensation that had plagued you for about a week now and just deciding to sit outside in your car for a while and maybe sleep there for the night since the upstairs of your building felt so weird. However, when you got to the vehicle, you pulled at the handle and nothing happened. When you tried a second time, the same thing happened, the door didn't budge. To make thing worse, you couldn't seem to find your keys when you checked your pockets. "Of course, it'd be just my luck that I'd lose my damned keys and lock myself out of my car." you muttered, leaning against the car and resting your head against the window, trying your best to think up a second alternative to going back inside when you heard it. The single voice you wanted to never hear again, "I must admit, you're a lot more resilient than I first thought." Illumi hummed, and before you could even think to react, he trapped you against the car, slamming his hands into the window so hard you heard it begin to crack. You shrieked and pressed your back against the car, less scared of getting cut on the glass than you were of Illumi, but instead of getting killed with his aura, or manhandled into some unmarked van, or hell, even being yelled at like you'd expected, you simply felt him brush a stray tear you didn't realize you'd shed from your (s/c) cheek, and when he did speak, he was as calm and unreadable as ever, "You had me highly worried these past few months," he said, pushing himself off of your car and looking you over, keeping one of his hands on you in some fashion the whole time, just in case you tried to bolt or fight him off, but you never did, you'd frozen in a mix of terror, defeat, and a dizzying sense of warped relief that nearly made you nauseous. "Now, you're coming home and we are going to have a nice, calm, talk about your mistake and how you can fix it." he said, grabbing you by the wrist to lead you away. However, when his words finally sunk in, you were filled with another sense of frantic determination, refusing to move as best you could while your (e/c) eyes welled with tears again, though that was more from the pain of Illumi tightening his grip on your poor captive wrist when you resisted. "No!" It came out a lot more forceful than you expected, "No! I don't want to go back a-and subject any child to whatever torture created you!" Finally, it was your words that earned a pause, and when you looked up to his face you saw a mixture of hurt, annoyance, and a shred of understanding flit across his doll-like facial feature ever so slightly. "(y/n), you need to calm down. You're growing hysterical and you're going to hurt yourself trying to fight me. Just relax and come home." He ordered, but you shook your head and continued to resist as best you could, which thankfully worked since the assassin didn't want to purposely hurt you "No! Just let me go, please! K-kill me if you must, but I don't want to go back!" you cried, and in a frantic attempt to get away, you pulled at your wrist as hard as you could, and by sheer luck, actually slipped through Illumi's grip. Sadly, your luck was spent with that last trick, so your attempts to get into the apartment building and maybe get help from the guard were quickly thwarted. Some part of you thought that maybe you could get away from Illumi Zoldyck again, but failed to realize he was a lot faster than you, even if you weren't about-to-burst pregnant. In a hope-crushing flash, he'd grabbed you again, wrapping his arms around your torso to yank you back against him and holding you there with one arm while his free hand captured your wrists to stop you from frantically flailing. "(y/n), if you do not calm down right now, I will get the doctor to use sedatives on you." he warned, his voice low and dripping with foreboding, which, if you had any fight left in you, washed it away like he had the first day of your escape. However, you'd gone still for another reason. "I-Illumi, let me go," you squeaked, your heart pounding so hard you didn't think you'd be able to hear his reply, "Absolutely not." He then tried to lift you up a bit so he could move you, but you wriggled "No! P-please listen, Illumi!" You plead, "I-I think my water just broke!"

#illumi x reader #sequel #x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #illumi zoldyck #outrunning obessessions #fanfiction #quotev #sequelette

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milkacchan · 4 years

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More omega Izuku and Alpha reader?? Yeah. Absolutely.

Listen theres NSFW here too okay??? Along w the fluff bc I'm a sucker for omega Izuku

I'd also like to point out that alpha reader is female, however, I made it kinda gn so you can still read it.

You started at the trash bin. What was in the bin more like. The white stick- you knew it well. Bakugou had had his fair share of pregnancy scares and he always came to you with them. Not that he didn't trust his Alpha because he did- he just- that was something you go to your friends for first.

And Izuku had left early this morning, rushed out- earlier than usual, giving a quick goodbye kiss that left you confused.

You weren't confused anymore.

You pulled it out, looking intensely at it. Two lines, two pink lines side by side. Izuku was pregnant.

You weren't really sure what to think. You hadn't mated him yet, fuck you hadn't even asked in fear he'd say no. He was an unmarked omega, the amount of shit he was going to get for this was something you didnt want to think of. You were mad at yourself- unsure of where it went wrong. Your alpha blockers must've failed. Or maybe his contraception. He wouldn't be able to work anymore- at least until he delivered the child.

The kid- oh fuck the kid. Half of you was so proud- so proud that'd you managed to fill him up with pups, you dreamed of a family. He did too. Just-just not this soon. The thought of Izuku getting rid of it, sent pangs through your chest. You knew he could- it was his body, you didn't have a say in the matter, you two weren't marked. He could choose to do whatever he wanted. You weren't kids anymore.

You set the test down, leaving the bathroom and picking up your phone. The first person you dialed? Katsuki.

It rang a few times- he was later than usual to pick up, picking up after 4 rings instead of two.

"What is it." His voice grumped from the other end.

"Izukus pregnant." You blurted, not wasting a moment.

"He's what?"

"Katsuki he's pregnant. I found the test in the trash this morning- I fucked up. I haven't even asked to mark him yet. We're not mated."

"Calm down," you could hear shuffling on his end, indistinct whispers. "I'm assuming you still haven't talked to him?'

"No, he's at work. He left early."

"Probably talking to Ochako and Tenya. Half n half is probably there too."

"I don't- I don't know what to do."

"Karma for giving me shit, asshole." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"I didn't give you that much shit." You chuckled slightly. "But I guess it was enough, wasn't it?"

"Seems that way."

You sighed, flopping onto the couch. "I should've realized. I've been so busy I hadn't even realized he'd missed heats. I thought it was just the suppressants. I mean- We're not ready for kids, not prepared. But I make a decent amount of money, so we could be."

"You do. You could be. You'd be a good parent. So would he. So talk to him about it when he gets home. Get him something nice- maybe take out, and sit down and talk."

"I suppose so. He's been craving chinese lately. Probably a product of what's been going on."

"I'd say so."

"Well thanks, sorry for interrupting cuddle time with Kirishima."

"No problem!" You could hear Kirishinas smile too.

"Bye guys."

Izuku groaned, dropping his head to shoutos table. "This is a mess."

"You have to tell her." Ochako urged.

"I know."

"Well- what do you intend on doing? Because it's not her choice." Tenya looked at his friend with concern. He'd known before Izuku did, it wasn't hard to tell.

"Well...if she'll stay with me, then I'll keep it. She always talks about wanting a family, wanting kids and settling down. But we're not mated yet, she hasn't even asked to mark me yet, who's to say she won't leave?"

"You've been together since first year. She's not going to leave you." Shouto looked look a sip of his drink. "She's infatuated with you and she talks so fondly about kids."

"She does, but we aren't prepared for a kid." Izuku rubbed his face. "I'm not against keeping it- at all. I'm just scared."

"It's okay to be scared, it's okay to be worried. But you have to go through it like anything else. It doesn't have to be fancy, it doesnt have to be romantic, you just need to tell her. And if you need a bed to crash on, we're all here for you." Ochako smiled, taking Izukus hand gently. "Okay?"

He nodded slightly. "Yeah.."

"And if you do decide to keep the baby, my brother has many parenting books that he'd have no problem letting you borrow. So you'd be better set."

"I still have an old crib that you can use too. It's from IKEA so it's pretty nice." Shoto grinned.

That's right, two of his friends had older siblings, both of which have kids. He wouldn't be alone, he'd be far from it.

"I don't have any of that- but I can sew! So I can make them blankets or something. Whatever would help."

"Stop," Izuku whined, "I'm gonna cry." He was already tearing up, his hormones were already kind of crazy. He wiped eyes.

"Don't cry! If you cry I'll cry!" Ochako sniffed.

Izuku laughed, squeezing her hand.

That night came quicker than you anticipated. Izuku sent you a text saying he was on the way home and you looked around. You'd straightened up, vacuumed and so on. His favorite blanket was sitting on the couch, along with the stuffed dog you won him on your first date.

The deliver guy for the take out should be here soon. You had the money set out already so you were good. You sighed, shakey and nervous- was there anything else that needed to be done? The test- the test. You walked into the bathroom and picked it up off the counter. You looked at it again. Still positive. What else would it be? They don't just change. You felt the realization hit you again and shook your head, tucking it softly in your pocket. You walked back out, just in time too. There was a knock on the door.

You picked up the money from the counter and opened the door, smiling at the boy standing opposite of you. You handed him the money and he handed you the two large bags. You thanked him and bid him farewell before closing the door.

Once you placed each bag on the coffee table, you sat down and waited. It felt like forever. Your heart raced and your mind was racing but finally, finally the door opened.

"I'm home!" He chirped, hanging his keys up by the door.

"Hi baby, good day?" You smiled, walking over to greet him. You kissed his forehead gently, eyes flickering to his stomach.

"Yeah, good day." He smiled, walking into the apartment. He paused. "What's all this?"

"Well- I know you've been craving chinese lately. So I got you some."

He smiled nervously. "That's sweet angel."

"Do you want some water? A drink?"

"Water, please."

"Alright, well you go sit down." He nodded slightly, shuffling over to the couch.

His blanket was there- he paled. you knew. You had to have known. The test- oh god the test, he'd left it in plain sight. He felt nauseous. It wasn't rare for you to display affection in large quantities. It wouldn't be the first time you'd surprised him with something. You were such a good alpha, you always had been.

"Zuku?"

"Hm?"

"You zoned out there, you okay?" You set the water down in front of him.

"Yeah, 'm okay." The blanket was on his lap now, he was fiddling the the seem, lightly tugging it.

You sat next to him, hesitating before speaking. "Baby..." you started. "I'll just- I'll get to the point." You reached into your back pocket, pulling out the white test. "I know. You left it in the bathroom."

"Shit I- I was going to tell you, I promise but I didn't know how so I went to Shotos to talk to them." His breathing started to get heavy, the air was twinged with a bitter scent that made you wrinkle your nose. "I don't want you to leave me." He whispered.

You immediately took him into your arms, kissing his head. "I'm not going to leave you baby, alright? Next step is we just talk about what we're going to do."

"If you'll stay- if you want to stay, I want to keep it. I want a family with you."

"Ultimately its your choice," you soothed, rubbing circles on his arm with your thumb. "But I want to stay with you. I know we're not ready now, we're not prepared but we can be. I make a decent income, we both do, I can provide for you and the baby. I'll make sure that we love comfortably and that you don't have to worry. I can provide for you. And I know you won't really be able to work until he's born, at least not the way you'd like so I'll try to help with that too."

"I know you will." He whispered.

"So we'll keep it?"

"Yeah, we'll keep it." He squeezed your hand.

"Izuku I know we've been together for a very long time. I love you more than anything. I was still trying to plan out how I was going to ask, but I want to mark you. I want to mate. I was just worried you'd say no." You gently kissed his cheek. "I want you to think about it for a couple of days first though, alright. I don't want you to rush into something just because we're having a kid."

"How long do I have to wait until I can say yes?"

"5 days. 5 days and if you say yes I'll mark up that pretty little neck of yours and you'll be all mine." You hummed.

He leaned into you, taking a deep breath. "So I was scared over nothing."

"Over telling me? Yeah. You were "

Bonus smut bc I'm horny

Izuku wasn't entirely sure what events lead to this- you your mouth licking hot strips up his dick and he really didnt care. He whined, jerking his hips.

"You're so wet baby, all for me." You hummed, taking your mouth away from his length. "And you smell so good, fuck-"

"Please-" he whimpered. "Alpha,"

"And you're already coming undone. I haven't even done anything serious yet." You smiled. "Baby do you want to fuck yourself on my face?"

"Yes," he breathed, "please,"

You hummed again, gripping his thighs. You held them apart. "You're so pretty Izuku." Your eyes flickered up to him. His face was flushed red and his eyes were glossy. You looked back in front of you. He was DRIPPING. His omega slit all pretty red. You kissed the top before poking your tongue in.

Izuku moaned, "w-Wait Alpha you said I- I want-"

"You will baby, you will. Be patient." You smiled, looking at his thighs. They were already covered in hickeys and bites. His thighs were so sensitive. You licked at him again, lapping over his heat and taking in his slick.

He tugs at a fist full of hair, bringing your mouth closer and you let him. You move his thighs so they sit over your shoulders and you let him move himself however he wants. Because the sounds he's making while he's doing it are so pretty. Breathy moans that turn into strangled whines, it enough to get you off for christ sake.

For Izuku, it's overwhelming but it feels so good he doesn't want to stop. He knows he's not in control, he rarely is. Theres been the occasional time where he'd take the lead and make his Alpha submit, but this was not one of those time. But you wanted to see him happy, Izuku knew this too, so he had no problem with fucking his cunt on your face. You seemed to be enjoying it too, the way your hand hand dipped into your own pants, stroking yourself with a steady rhythm.

"Fu-fuck-" he groaned out, he was close already. The way your fucking tongue moved around him, and in him, had him all sorts of ways. "I'm-" He didnt even get to say it, he moaned out, his thighs tightened around your head and he tugged at your hair as he came. He rolled his eyes back and topped the hand from your hair, he could still feel your tongue, working him through it and he shuddered.

He came back to reality with you kissing his cheeks. "You did so good baby," you preened.

"What-What about you?"

"I finished when you did," you hadn't, not really, but Izuku didn't need to know that. Tonight was about him. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I'll run you a bath."

He nodded, lifting his arms up and sighing happily when you picked him up. "Can you join me?"

"Of course, Zuku. I'll even wash your hair for you."

He smiled gently and put his head on your shoulder.

God he loved you so much

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lazulieve · 4 years

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i was recently kicked out after graduating. i’m not really sure why i was kicked out but my household was toxic anyways, maybe it was for the best.

i’ve also been experiencing a lot of manic episodes and meltdowns recently, though they have subsided since starting setraline.. maybe it’s the setraline or maybe it’s me i’m not sure. i hate how shakey and nauseous setraline makes me feel. i’ve been all over the place lately.

after seeing a psychiatrist and being diagnosed with OCD & social anxiety (which i have imposter syndrome about), i decided to dive into my spirituality deeper than i have before. i even started shadow work. i love being in touch with spirituality, as it is something i really believe is part of my place of truth in a sense. i’ve been doing a lot of self reflecting these days and it seems to be interfering with my everyday life(work and school). more so school than work, as i have no motivation these days. i extremely feel burnt out. these last 4 days i have done nothing but lay in my bed. i am rooming with my older brother, and i feel like i’m annoying him or am being a burden to him. disclaimer that i don’t think my brother ( and my entire family) understands my tendencies. i feel like they think i’m lazy, when in reality i’m not, i’m fucking exhausted and i just really cannot physically bring myself to do anything and it’s out of my control i feel helpless, but it’s just something that i have to do to recover. in the past, i was able to push through it. but it was always DRAINING.

being with my family was draining, being with my friends was draining, going to work was draining, going to school was draining. and it was so hard to keep up with everyone. i always felt three steps behind everyone, like why did it always come so easy to them, but not to me. i felt like i always had to work 3x harder. in high school, i managed to make decent grades without studying, i hated the way my school taught cirriculum, as i only like doing things when i feel like it but i can’t control it. or i procrastinate until the last minute because i know i have to do it. i was pretty obsessive about my grades until my junior year when my ed was at its peak.

i didn’t complain though. i was conditioned not too, and i didn’t want to be the only one who didn’t get it. but also, i was fixated on those who seemed to do it so effortlessly.

so i just saw what everyone else did that worked for them, and applied it to my life. and i feel like it worked up until now. i’m tired of having to do that. i want to live at my own pace and do what works for me.

recently, i’ve been researching autism, and have suspected that i may be on the spectrum. this has been a thought of mine for a while, but it’s become more apparent to me in recent weeks that this may be a possibility. i mask, but it’s hard for me to realize when i’m doing it unless i’m extremely uncomfortable(e.g. making eye contact). im also extremely broke right now and am still working towards paying off my medical bills from since i’ve moved out this summer. i don’t really know how to get help about this. my parents don’t believe in mental illness, i come from a mexican and black american “old school” and low income parents who made it out. anytime i’ve tried poking the idea of help (before they kicked me out) they would make me feel crazy and even said things like “are you fucked up in the head huh”, i never understood why a parent would say those things to their child but i figured out that they wouldn’t want to help me get help in something they don’t believe in. anyways i’m just rambling and feel like any of this didn’t make sense. i had more to say but i don’t even know where i’m at now.

#autism #aspergers #bulimua #ocd tag #social anxiety #anxienty #anamia #recovery #ed recovery

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iswearitoneverything · 7 years

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AINT NO PLACE LIKE HOME | Part Two

Here is the sequal you have all been patiently waiting for!

Warnings: possible swearing (it’s Jake guys, c'mon) fluff n stuff, possibilites of PDA (except in front of Mama McKenzie), feels, emotions, all that good stuff. NSFW (maybe not in every chapter, but just be warned)

Plot: Jake’s name has been cleared of all charges! While he finally gets to return home after all these years, where does that leave MC? Without a family to return home to, what’s next for her?

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You would be lying if you said that you were not the slightest bit nervous to meet Jake's family. In fact, you were beginning to feel nauseous as you sat in the backseat of the cab, glancing from your fidgeting fingers, to the buildings passing you by out the window. Whether it was from the motion of the car on these rural roads, or just plain nerves, you were unsure. All you knew was that you needed to make a good first impression. You jumped slightly when you felt Jake's hand come to rest upon your thigh.

"Easy there, Princess. It's just me. You alright?"

You give a weak smile and then let out a shakey sigh as you looked at him.

"I'll be honest, I'm terrified. What if your family doesnt like me?"

Jake let out a snort and gave your leg a gentle squeeze, rubbing it lightly afterwards.

"MC, there is no doubt in my mind that my mom will like you. She'll be asking when we plan on giving her some grandchildren. Rebecca, on the other hand, will probably try and intimidate you."

"Oh. Wonderful?"

Jake smirked and shook his head slightly.

"It's something she has always done with girls I brought home. I guess she wants to make sure they are worthy of her little brother?"

You began to chew on your bottom lip as you began to wring your hands together nervously. Jake reached for one of your hands and lifted it toward his lips, entwining his fingers with yours. He kissed your knuckles lightly and looked at you.

"Hey, don't stress about it. I'm not the kind of guy to stop loving someone because my family doesnt approve."

"How many girls did you used to bring home?"

You asked as you glanced over at him.

"Not many. And if I did, the relationship never lasted long. I guess I had a tendency to drive people away with my attitude and sarcasm."

He said, shrugging his shoulders and giving you a smirk.

"Psh, you? Sarcastic? I don't believe it."

You said with a grin and gave his hand a squeeze.

"Hardy har."

Jake then looked out the window and heaved a huge sigh, for a moment you could have sworn that he too was nervous. But then, this was the first time he had been home in years. You bit your lip slightly and then cleared your throat.

"Jake, how long has it been since-"

"Five years."

It were as if he had been anticipating this question. He was gazing out the window in thought as the car continued on its way, as if he was reminiscing. You suddenly began to feel terrible. Here you were, thinking about how nervous you were to meet his family. And yet Jake had basically been robbed of five years with them. What could it have possibly been like for his mother to hear that her only son was a traitor, that he was on the run and would probably never come home. If he was even still alive. You couldnt even begin to imagine how Jake felt, finally coming face to face with your mother and sister after being branded a traitor to your country. As you gazed at him from across the backseat, you then scooted closer to him, wrapping your arm around his as you leaned against him, your head resting upon his shoulder. You felt his body relax as you snuggled against him and he turned his head slightly to look down at you, pressing his lips against the top of your head.

"They're going to be just as crazy about you as I am, Princess. I know it."

While you expected to be pulling into a drive way relatively soon, you were surprised to find that the cab was now heading out of town. You raised an eyebrow at him and he gave a smirk, shrugging his shoulders. The cab drove for a ways until it finally pulled onto a dirt road that turned out to be a long driveway, that wound its way through the woods. For a good five minutes the cab bounced on the uneven drive until a break in the trees came, revealing a rather adorable little colonial style house. White, two stories, with slightly faded brown shudders on the windows. There was an old tire swing hanging from the lowest branch of a large oak tree in the front yard and as you looked at it, you couldnt help but smile at the thought of a young Jake swinging on it with his sister.

"Can't believe it's still there, still lookin' like it did when I was a kid."

The cab moved up to the house, parking just out front and Jake hesitantly opened the door and stepped out as he gazed at the house before him. You scooted across the seat and watched him tentatively for a moment and then you stepped out as well, gently placing your hand upon his arm. He stirred slightly, turning his head to look down at you as you stood by his side and he gave you a warm smile. The cab driver got out and popped the trunk, taking out all your bags and setting them upon the porch. He then spoke to Jake for a moment, clasping his hand in a firm hand shake after he was paid and then he gave you a nod before getting back into the cab and drove back down the dirt path, leaving the two of you on the threshold. Jake stood there for a moment, just staring at the door. He then took in a deep breath and let it out, glancing over at you.

"Welp, here we go."

He began to turn the knob when suddenly the door swing open and a hand shot out to grab Jake's arm and yanked him through the door. You peeked into the doorway and that was when you heard the sounr of someone's hysterical screams of happiness and delight. A short woman, who was on the plump side with short dark hair and a kind face had Jake pulled against her in a hug that you were sure was making it difficult for him to breathe. Though he did not seem to mind, he wrapped his arms around her and even managed to lift her a bit off the floor. You were sure this was Jake's mother, considering the fact she was now hysterically sobbing into his shoulder as he was bent halfway over still hugging her.

"Oh, you're home! You're home! Oh sweet Lord above, my baby is home!"

She said through choked sobs, you were able to hear where Jake got his Southern accent from. Eventually Jake gave his mother a pat on the arm, indicating he needed to stand back upright and she reluctantly obliged, but not before taking his face in her hands and patting his cheeks lightly as she gazed at him lovingly. Jake rubbed the back of his neck which was probably aching slightly from the hug, before he followed his mother's gaze toward you. He gave you a smile and then took your hand and pulled you in through the doorway and placed his hand at the small of your back.

"Ma, this is MC. She's one of the main reasons I am finally back home."

Without a word, Jake's mother grabbed you in the same tight hug that she had given him and your eyes widened slightly. You gave a chuckle and then hugged her back, glancing at Jake who was boasting a big smirk. The hug that she shared with you was not as long as it had been with her son, and she took you by the shoulders when she pulled away.

"I cannot even begin to thank you MC, I thought I'd never see my boy again."

You gave a smile and shook your head, saying that it was your pleasure and you honestly did not accomplish this alone, you had plenty of help from your friends. She introduced herself as Pamela, but told you to call her Pam and then she began to take you up the stairs, Jake behind you as you walked. There was a spare room that she was going to let you have during your stay here, she glanced at Jake as you all walked down the hall and she gave him a wink.

"You guys can share it, of course. Since I doubt you'll want to stay in your old room, Jakey-poo."

You could not help but give a huge snort upon hearing his nickname, which he ended up elbowing you gently in the ribs for, his cheeks flushing. Once you reached the room, you walked in and smiled. It was very homely, complete with endless ruffles. Jake had brought up the bags and so he walked over to the bed, setting them down upon it and looking around.

"Ma, I always hated this room. You never changed it up?"

Pam looked around the room, a rather confused look upon her face and then she held her hands up questioningly.

"Why? What's to change?"

You laughed and then sat down upon the bed for a moment, looking around the room and then nodded when Pam told you both to freshen up and get ready for dinner. Pam left the room and the moment she was out of earshot you looked at Jake and grinned.

"Want help unpacking, Jakey-poo?"

Jake tackled you onto the bed, pinning you there and then kissed your nose and chuckled, rolling off of you to lie next to you as he looked up at the ceiling. You rolled over onto your side, propping your head up with your hand and looked down at him, moving some hair away from his face. He lie there staring at the ceiling, taking deep breaths in through his nose, breathing in the scent of his childhood home. He closed his eyes as you gently ran your fingers through his hair and he let out a content sigh.

"I can't believe I'm home..."

His eyes opened and he turned his head a bit so that he could look over at you and you gazed into his blue eyes that reminded you so much of the ocean you and your friends had been surrounded by on La Huerta. His eyes roamed over your face slowly, moving from your lips up to your eyes as you twirled a strand of his hair around your finger. He reached over and slid his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down to him, bringing your lips together in a tender kiss and then pulled back a bit, looking into your eyes.

"This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you, Princess. How could I even possibly make it up to you?"

You grinned and kissed him again, a little longer and with more passion behind it, and then moved so that your head was resting upon his shoulder, draping your arm across his chest.

"I'm sure you can think of someway."

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After you were both unpacked, you headed out into the hall and were about to go back downstairs to where Pam was busy in the kitchen when your eyes spotted a room you were coming to pass. Upon the door was one of those signs that most kids had upon their doors that read 'Caution! Jake's room!" Before he had time to react, you rushed to the door and turned the knob, pushing it open and running inside.

"Hey!"

Jake took off after you, but he was too late. You stood in his room with a goofy open mouthed grin plastered upon your face as you did a 360, taking it all in. His room was filled with some of the nerdiest things you had ever seen. Transformers, Lord of the Rings, Battle Bots. Oh man, you had hit the jack pot should you ever need to blackmail the guy. Speaking of which... You quickly took out your phone and began to snap as many pictures as you could. Jake came crashing through the doorway and saw what you were doing and quickly made a grab for your phone. You were too fast for him and ducked under his arm and ran out of the room into the hallway. Unfortunately you had made a wrong turn and ended up coming to a dead end, you turned to run back the way you had come only to find Jake coming your way. You were trapped. You pressed yourself back against a wall as he approached you, your eyes searching for an escape until you glanced down at your chest and then right as Jake made a grab for your phone, you shoved it down into your bra. He stared at you a moment, his eyes going from yours down to your chest and he smirked. He then put a hand on the wall on either side of you and looked down at you.

"What makes you think I won't just reach down in there and get it?"

He said, bringing himself slightly closer so that his body was against yours. You looked up at him and then your eyes focused on something behind him a moment before looking back up at him.

"Because your mother is standing right behind you."

Jake jumped back a couple steps and whirled around, ready to find his mother, only to find the hallway completely empty. You pushed yourself off of the wall and ran passed him as fast as you could, skidding around the corner.

"Sucker! I am SO going to send these pics to Diego!"

You said as you could hear him barreling after you. You sprinted down the stairs, careful not to fall on your face as Jake finally reached the top and he too began to descend them quickly.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

From within the kitchen came a shrill voice.

"JACOB LUCAS MCKENZIE! Did you just drop the 'F' word in MY house?!"

Jake halted where he was on the stairs, for his mother had just walked out of the kitchen and you were now safely behind her as you began to type furiously into your phone. He blinked and then cleared his throat as he looked at you, and you could do nothing but grin as you hit the send button.

(Well, there you go. : D There will be more to come soon, y'all! )

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Basking in Firelight:Jamilton Sequel

Masterpost

Chapter Sixty-Six:

Every Ball Needs Music: Let’s Play The Heart Strings

Y'all ready for this update? Everyone seemed so excited so I decided to split it in half and give you this bit first and get to the bloody part next chapter. Have fun!!!

~Your Obedient Servant

M.D. Hammy

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Warnings below

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Hamilton and Laurens kissed? That couldn't be right. Hamilton wouldn't do that. Jefferson looked at Hamilton to see if it was true. It was.

Jefferson's heartbeat pounded in his ears. His breathing was hard and forced. His mind raced with million thoughts and was utterly blank at the same time. His voice refused to work and he couldn't move. Why did this hurt so much? It was just a kiss. Jefferson felt like if this were any other relationship, he'd be perfectly fine with it, just shrug it off and keep moving. With Hamilton, it felt like his whole heart had just been ripped from his chest, stomped on, and then thrown out a window. Why did it hurt so much?

Is this something I'm going to have to worry about?

I would never-

Jefferson gasped and clutched his head as it throbbed from the sudden resurfacing of a murky memory.

"Thomas-" Hamilton took a step forward.

Jefferson put out a hand and held his head for a moment, preventing Hamilton from coming any closer.

Burr, wisely, faded into the background.

"Thomas," Hamilton pleaded, "let me explain."

Jefferson stood up straight, dropping his arms to his sides, "No, Hamilton, it's fine. I'm fine. Don't worry about it." He was not fine. His head was spinning and he felt nauseous, his knees were ready to give out beneath him and dear God, his head pounded as the blurry image of the memory flashed in incomprehensible pictures of murky figures and muffled words. He needed to lie down or at least sit against a wall until the room stood still and his senses we're back in order.

But they needed to keep moving, the longer they waited, the worst the situation would get. Angelica didn't have the time for them to be falling apart now. Who knows where Laurens got off to, he was probably lost in a tunnel somewhere. They'd find him after all this was over. Why'd he have to run off?

Jefferson popped his cane into the air with his foot and caught it in a seemingly swift, effortless motion, but in reality, it almost made him vomit his guts up. "Let's go. We have a ball to crash," Jefferson forced his voice to be steady and upbeat. Nothing was wrong, he was okay. He could push through this. He walked off into the dark, Burr following close behind. The fact was they had to move, it didn't matter if Jefferson was dying inside.

Hamilton stood transfixed for a moment. What had just happened? Did he just lose Jefferson? Hamilton's heart was on the verge of shattering into millions of pieces and scattering like glass on the floor boards. He was on the edge of falling apart, tears pricking at his eyes. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. It wasn't his fault. None of it was his fault. If only he could explain- If only Burr hadn't worded it so poorly.

Fucking Burr.

If only Laurens were still here. If only he was still alive-

Stop. Hamilton, you know now isn't the time to think of such things. He couldn't break. He mustn't break. They had to survive first. Grieving came after.

Hamilton took a deep breath and followed Jefferson and Burr into the dark.

Burr realized that he may have averted Hamilton's break down over Laurens' death, but he may have done so at the cost of breaking Jefferson instead. And probably Hamilton too. His words were too hurried. He should have thought them through more. Now he's the cause of a massive crevice that parts the most powerful duo in the world. This is why he tended to keep his mouth shut, when one hurries and doesn't think, one tends to make mistakes, and he just made a big one. What has he done?

But at least they were moving and that was the important thing. Even if Jefferson's gait wasn't his normal strut but more of a forced walked, slightly relying on the walls to keep him straight. Even if Hamilton was dragging behind instead of forcing his way the front so he could be in the thick of things.

Jefferson led them down the wallways and explained what he'd discovered about a trap.

Hamilton growled, "Care to enlighten us, Burr?"

"What's your problem with me? I'm not a traitor," Burr retorted, "I don't have anything to do with this trap."

"You are a traitor and you always will be. You shot Jefferson! The fucking president! You can't escape that," Hamilton snarled.

"Hamilton, shut your goddamned face for once!" Jefferson snapped from the front, not even glancing back. God his head hurt. He was ready to pass out. In fact, he might, he was swaying slightly on his feet. He put a hand against a wall as they walked to steady himself.

Hamilton was about to say something back but Burr shot him a warning look and shook his head. Hamilton didn't care, "It was just a goddamned kiss, Thomas, it's not that big of a deal! So get your head out of your ass for once and listen to me!"

Jefferson stopped walking.

"Sweet Jesus," Burr prayed, pressing as close to the wall as he could, not wanting to be between these two.

"Hamilton," Jefferson began, his voice laced with quiet anger, but it dropped away into a shakey voice as he rasped, "you-" he fell against the wall, his shoulder taking the brunt of the impact and supporting the rest of his weight. Jefferson's hand braced against the wall, keeping him from falling to the ground completely

"Thomas!" Hamilton lunged forward, Burr also moving to help, but Jefferson fended them off by putting out another halting hand.

"I'm fine! I'm fine! Goddamnit, just leave me be!" he pushed away from the wall and back onto his unsteady feet, "We keep moving."

"Jefferson, you need to rest for a moment," Burr said softly.

"I hate to say this, but I agree with Burr, something's wrong with you and you need to sit down," Hamilton urged.

"I said I'm fucking fine!" Jefferson snapped. "We're going to the ballroom and ending this whole mess once and for all."

"Thomas! If you love me at all you'll stop walking and sit your ass down."

Jefferson stopped walking, his back straight and posture rigid. That's when Hamilton knew he messed up. He may know that he did nothing wrong, but Jefferson didn't. "As if you'd care about what happens to me," Jefferson sneered, his fingernails cutting into his hand. Then he kept walking.

Did he love Hamilton? More than anything. Did Hamilton love him?

He wasn't so sure.

"You see what you've done?" Hamilton hissed in Burr's ear as they continued along the pathways.

They continued along in silence. Jefferson stopped at an intersection, looking left then right and holding his throbbing head in his hands. He couldn't think straight. Everything was still swimming around him. Was he at junction J-13 or F-3? Left or right? Fuck. If only his head would stop hurting he could easily figure it out.

Burr leaned forward and whispered, "Left." Jefferson nodded and went left, not even questioning him.

Hamilton, on the other hand, was watching his every move.

"We're going to the ballroom, yes?" Hamilton asked.

"Yes," Jefferson answered shortly, talking only made everything hurt worse, so he didn't want to talk.

Hamilton grit his teeth. Jefferson didn't even want to talk to him now? Shallow. That's fucking shallow. "And the plan?"

"Shoot all the Goveys. Find the traitor. Save everyone else," Jefferson replied.

"Absolutely bulletproof," Hamilton said snarkily, "what could possibly go wrong?"

"Can you please shut the fuck up?" Jefferson ground out, focusing on walking straight.

"Oh, am I too loud for you? Can't stand the sound of my voice grating against your ears?"

"JESUS-FUCKING-CHRIST HAMILTON DO YOU WANT EVERYONE KNOWING WHERE WE ARE? PEOPLE CAN HEAR US THROUGH THE GODDAMNED WALLS," Jefferson snapped.

That actually shut Hamilton up.

Jefferson couldn't think, he could hardly stand, let alone walk. Why did this have to happen now? The murky memory kept replaying and replaying

I would never- I would never- I would never-

Jefferson wanted to scream. He wanted to curl into a ball and never move again. He wanted to talk to Hamilton, find out what really happened between him and Laurens but he couldn't. Now wasn't the time. It seemed like they never got time to figure shit out. One day Jefferson woke up in a hospital without a clue as to who Hamilton was and since then everything has been hell. And now this.

He just had to keep moving.

Hamilton wanted to punch someone, preferably Burr, but anyone would do. He wanted to deck Jefferson for being such a dick when he didn't know any of the story. He wanted to tackle Burr and beat the living shit out of him. He wanted to scream and yell and punch a hole in the wall. He wanted to scream away his frustrations and sink down onto the floor and just cry. Burr is a bitch, Jefferson was being a dick, and Laurens was de-

No. Stop.

Hamilton curled his hands into fists and kept moving. As long as he kept moving he'd be fine.

Everything would be fine.

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Warnings: Heart-wrenching pain, good luck with that

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