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missgeniality · 3 years
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Opaline Moon (m)
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“The Moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.” - Munia Khan
➺ Banner: @hobiandsprite​ 💕
➺ Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader
➺ Trope: Friends to Lovers, Idol!AU
➺ Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff
➺ Rating: 18+
➺ Word Count: 11.2k
➺ Summary: You are ingrained to love Jin, right upto the blood that courses through your veins. Confessing, however, is a whole other game. So it’s a good thing you’re bad at keeping your hands to yourself, because happenstance can handle the rest. 
➺ Warnings: talks about dance floor fucking, making out in the bar bathroom, fingering, pussy slapping, passing out drunk, daydreams about thigh riding, reader masturbates, they make out A LOT, neck kissing, a hickey, nipple play, some biting, cum eating (kind of, you’ll see), blowjob, protected sex!, reader and jin are corny, the hurt is real but the sex is real-er
➺ Author’s Note: My lovely, lovely moots - @taegularities​, @kithtaehyung​ and @baepsaetan​, thank you so much for betaing this and hyping it up, your comments made this fic a hundred times better! As I mentioned on the teaser, this fic took a lot out of me, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing the angst and will write more whenever the story aligns! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing, and I hope this lovable Jin reaches your heart! (ngl, in usual fashion, I will come back and edit it again, so if you see a spelling mistake, your eyes are lying to you) Do let me know what you think, your asks and comments make my day!
This is the second part of my Dress Down series, find more at it’s masterlist!
ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
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Sweltering heat. Blaring traffic. Little to no sleep. Through all things wrong, one man’s thoughts wrapped around you like a cooling breeze, a shield to protect you from the vicissitudes of reality, to draw you back into all of him. Unfortunately, your reality may never see that day come to light.
Kim Seokjin.
Kim Seokjin, the man who cooked you up a greasy break-up meal at three in the morning with not a sight of discomfort, putting your needs above all.
Kim Seokjin, whose puns make you roll your eyes heavenward, half awed at how he manages to pull one out of his collection at a moment's notice, and half irked by the untimely laugh it brings out of you.
Kim Seokjin, the man who will never be yours, and you have no one to blame but yourself. 
One could argue that the miscommunication that had caused this present condition was two-way. If you had stopped him, corrected him, let him know the truth… you wouldn’t have to resort to the extreme measures you’re currently entangled in. One would also say, you are trying to redeem your mistake by trying too hard. Surely, everyone and their mothers could see through your ruse. 
This is the fourth time you’re visiting Jin for his BE shoot - a shoot taking place two hours away from the city, disguised under various layers of secrecy to prevent any leakage of the album concept, or Jin in general. Of course, you had been made privy to such exclusive information, because you and Jin were ‘best friends’. 
Best. Friends.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Best friends. The term you coined for (and forced upon) the bond you had. The bond that was too close to sprouting into something new, something fresh, something that was filled with glimmering allure and dragged you in like quicksand. But also, it reeked of commitment, of shadows, of newness that you hadn’t felt in the longest time, and fear of already being far too deep in without even taking the first step. 
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The loud thrum of some internet kid’s new hit pulses through the air of the club as bundles of couples occupy the dance floor, laughing and gyrating to a song that, in your opinion, most definitely does not suit gyrating. But with enough of the weekend happy hours intake combined with hormone-riddled minds, one could very well throw it back to a church choir. 
You weave through the drunken bodies, trying not to spill the precariously held three drinks in your hands, making your way to your inner circle, the only people to blame for dragging you to this slosh-fest.
“Y/N!” 
Somehow Hoseok’s voice can echo across the club, but you didn’t even need his addressal because Jin’s laughter is loud enough to navigate anyone to your table. Seeing you struggle with the glasses (and mostly the crowd, with some of them living their exhibitionist dreams), Hoseok gets up to assist you.
“I swear, if I see one more couple pretending to be dancing as they rub one off of each other’s thighs, the black market will have my eyes.”
“Oh yeah?” Jin’s breathy voice interjects your black-market dreams, still bursting in short laughs from whatever sent him rolling before your arrival. “Why don’t you go join them?”
“And whose thigh is she taking, yours?” Yeji snorts out, one hand holding her nebula blue drink, the other wrapped around Hoseok, urging him to come closer. Jin’s features scrunch into a cringe, and you’re thankful for the dim lighting because the disappointment in your features does not reach them.
“The only action these leather pants are getting is in the damned laundromat,” he points to his shiny trousers, “some jerk dropped his drink on it.”
“You could be the first person to give some chick an orgasm and a yeast infection.” Hoseok giddily adds, his fifth shot clearly making a mess of his brain cells. 
Jin claps and gets up to move away from the group. “Better than a pregnancy!” he yells, before zigzagging through the crowd, possibly to the restroom. He is on his third cocktail, and you’d think cocktails are lighter drinks. But in this bar, their taps just seem to flow with tequila, and it is very evident in the way Jin is currently walking.
His absence hits you harder than you think, but it might be the alcohol talking. Jin has always been the mood-maker of the group, the one who brings everyone together. Of late though, his magnetic persona has been an irritant in your life. Any outing you two take, any chance you have to come clean about the burgeoning crush you have on him, is effectively disrupted by one of his posse. And today, Hoseok and Yeji took that trophy. 
“Earth to Y/N. Has the cocktail finally broken you?”
You flutter your eyes in a manic fashion, to disperse the daydream you were indulging yourself in, and bring your attention back to the couple calling for you. Surprisingly, they have stood up, Yeji emptying the last of her neon drink. 
“What happened?”
“We are going to the club nearby, they have better stuff. And that’s code for ‘they actually add water to the drink and the surround sound doesn’t shatter your ear drum’.’” 
She isn’t wrong. The cocktails and music here are a 19-year-old frat party dream, not something the working class can digest. But you’re tired at this point, and don’t want to be smothered by someone else’s love life when your own is down the dumps.
“You guys carry on! I’ll tell Jin where you are and he’ll meet you there!”
You watch as Hoseok and Yeji lead each other to the exit, hands circling their partner’s waist. They giggle on and on, about nothing and everything, and it only hardens the emptiness you feel inside you. 
Why can’t you gather the balls to spit your feelings out? What could possibly go wrong? Yes, you may lose one of your closest friends, but is this friendship really worth the agony? The bitterness you feel when you see any couple enjoying themselves? The anger you harbor whenever Jin tells you about his dates? The heartache, when he hugs you and tells you that you’re the best thing that’s happened to him… as a friend? Is it? Your plastered brain tells you to not make any rash decisions, so you don’t, instead choosing to get up and search for your best friend. 
The corridor leading to the washrooms is dimly lit, throwing a merlot filter over your eyesight, making you squint in search of your friend. You being shitfaced does not help, and while relishing in your floating wooziness, you see Jin come out, and feelings you’ve held at bay for so long slither through your currently porous defenses. 
He has always been good-looking. He himself has said so a dozen times.
But wow.
His hair lays messily atop his beautiful face, unkempt, like a breeze of beauty swept across his mighty looks and displaced every strand, causing disarray, but even the disarray only frames his superior looks and adds to its potent charm. The black, patchy sweater hanging loose off his broad shoulders makes you feel things you shouldn’t feel as a friend. That stupid gut of yours is currently screaming, yelling for all hands on deck, trying to block all the feelings from gushing in and sending you into overdrive.
By the time you can gather yourself to stop from giving in to those dangerous thoughts, Jin has crossed the distance between you, coming close, too close. Chocolate-brown eyes peer into your soul, searching for whichever fantasy you chose to lose yourself in. His eyes flit down to notice your rumpled dress that has found its way a couple of inches above its designated spot. His gaze returns to yours, but not without a newfound hardness, an almost steely glaze over the kindness that you usually find in the chocolate pools, accentuated under the garnet lighting. 
“Hey, umm…” You beg for a reprieve, from your thoughts, from your filthy mind, from the way he is eyeing your cleavage, or just for the burning between your legs. You’re about to make some serious mistakes, you can feel it down to your bone.
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You’re far too overdressed. 
You knew it when you were in the process of getting dressed, but right now, you feel it much more - you look like a shiny disco ball orbiting amidst the plethora of loose tees, leggings and flannels. Everything screams comfort, because the amount of work they’re putting into this begs for it. 
The strappy lace sundress you wear is extremely out of place, the halter-neck tie behind your neck fastened a little looser than necessary, giving your breasts the exposure they deserve, a nice valley view. Your dress skirt, adorned with pretty frills and dainty flowers, cut across your thigh to frame your petite hips. You are one floppy sun hat away from an extravagant Greek cruise - and in the moment you wish you had one to hide your face in shame. 
You’re just out here, trying to escape the zone. 
“Oh, would you look at the time, it’s tits out Tuesday already?”
Your eyes roll before Sanghoon even finishes his sentence, because you wouldn’t expect anything else from him. On the team of the set design, he is carrying a whole drapery worth of plush, mauve curtains, struggling with the slipping fabric. But apparently not struggling enough to stop him from getting his nose into your business, it seems.
“Literally not even a time you just mentioned. Can’t get one thing right.” You can’t stop yourself from stretching a hand out to feel the curtain fabric, the satiny sheets begging to be touched. Before you can though, Sanghoon moves away, not allowing you to shift the focus of the conversation.
“Don’t steer away from the facts. Your tits.”
“That’s the fact?”
“They’re out.” He bucks up, trying to point with the hand stuffed underneath all the cloth. “That’s the fact.”
“Ugh, can’t a girl dress up once in a while?” The pointed attention makes you uncomfortable, because everything he’s insinuating is true. With every passing staff member, you count a new shade of grey, interspersed with occasional blacks and greens, a stark contrast to your floral overtones. Amidst the thousand footsteps taken in your vicinity, only yours are pointed heels, echoing across the studio with every clack. But you’re a stubborn one, refusing to give in to his totally valid argument. “I just woke up early.”
“Girl.” Like light through frosted glass, he sees through your bullshit, but only partially. “You put an alarm to dress up? I have nightmares of the boss brandishing her whip and telling me to get into position, and even that doesn’t wake me up.” 
“Have you ever considered… not announcing your kinks to everyone and their sisters?”
“Ehh,” he simply shrugs, “nothing is new when you’ve serenaded your boss drunk in a karaoke bar and still managed to keep your job. Wait. Is that highlighter?”
“Stop staring into my tits!” You can’t believe you got caught, but also, who can you blame? After testing this outfit out from the crack of dawn, you decided your cleavage needed some extra help. Three YouTube tutorials and one TikTok lady - who make it look far easier than it is - down, the contouring brought out the swell of your breasts, and against the light fabric of your dress, it does look too good to be true.
Memories of that night in the bar come in billows and waves, of how enamored Jin was with the way your boobs looked at that time. Even under the dingy lighting, in the cramped space, under heavily inebriated scrutiny, you couldn’t miss the flicker of heat in his gaze every time it passed your chest. 
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One thing led to another, and it was a cascade none of you could stop. The heat of attraction between you two does not help your wandering mind, and the fever drowns the knowledge that what you’re feeling is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, crossing some lines that can never be mended back again. With the proximity, his musky scent invades whatever defenses you were trying to patch, piercing through all your inhibitions and you pull him into you, claiming his lips to be yours. 
With his wobbly knees and your wobbly heels, you somehow find your way to the washroom - mostly he does, you give in halfway to wrap your legs around his lean waist, his sturdy legs balancing your weight on them as your back hits the wall, and his lips tear down your walls. 
“You look so fucking sexy today,” between bated breaths and indulgent sighs you confess, “just driving me nuts.” Letting your hands drag along his abdomen, feeling the ups and downs of his abs, you attempt to rid him of the sweater that’s been on your hit list all night. But to your dismay, your endeavor is blocked, when Jin gathers your wrists in his palm, turning you around to bend you over on the countertop, the smooth marble chill hitting your braless chest, perking your nipples under the cold. 
“And you?” Jin bends to give your earlobe a languid lick, progressing very slow, a complete contrast to the movement of his hips as he ruts against your ass, your already short dress bunching up with every move. “You think it’s smart to have your tits torment me like this?” Grabbing a handful from behind, he tests the weight of each fleshy mound, and by now you are certain your perked nubs can pierce his palm. 
His free hand, not yet torturing you, decides to get in on the action and disappears under the counter, swiftly crossing the bunched fabric of your dress, gaining easy access to your pussy. The cold touch of his pads sears against the heat of your core, finding your pleasure button and languidly fiddling with it, with no intention to cross you over the brink in sight. The only pleasure you can indulge in is the reflection of him abusing your nipples, pinching and tugging them down, whispering filthy words into your ear as he takes in your fucked out countenance. 
You feel lacking, weak hands balancing your dizzy self, finding purchase to keep you upright - but you’re both drunk on alcohol and hypnotized by his beauty to do much more than stare at his mirrored counterpart. “For fuck’s sake, kiss me.” 
How he understood your slurred words, you don’t know, but you are glad he did. In a moment you’ve been displaced, the hurried motion sending your neurons into a flurry. Once your back meets the hard marble, and your eyes have the privilege to see his, you pull him in closer, the force enough to hold you against the wall while your legs wrap around his lean waist. 
Originally not a fan of drunken misadventures, that side of yours is strangely mute to the going current onslaught. Well, you don’t have much breath left to say anything, because Jin is efficiently stealing it all, his teeth clashing with yours as you engage in the messiest kiss ever known to mankind (or at least, to you). He changes pace often, dragging his tongue leisurely against your lower lip, conveying tacit words, just to switch it up with a sharp bite and reel you in. 
One corner of your senses can feel his fingers messing around your cunt, and playing with the wetness your thong can barely contain. It makes you shudder, the damage that his fingers can cause solely circling around your hole. 
“Fuck me.” 
In your drunken stupor, you don’t know if the words leave you right, but you get confirmation when his long fingers finally penetrate your cunt, giving your walls something to clench on - although nothing could possibly compare to what you imagine you can get from his dick.
“God, you feel that grip,” he grunts, with two of his fingers in you, and Jin’s smile is the most sinister you’ve ever seen. “I think we should take this home,” is what his lips utter, but his fingers delve deeper, searching for the spot that crumbles you. The base of his palm grinds against your throbbing clit, and you are forced to bite down on this sweater, lest an embarrassingly loud moan escapes you and cues outsiders into your filthy doings. 
“Now,” you half-hiss, half-growl as you grab the cusp of his legs to feel his half-hard erection grow under the pressure of your hand. Your palm sliters up just to go down again, this time without the blockade of his pants, but you are stopped short of success when Jin’s fingers slip out of you to give you a sharp swat. 
“Stubborn, aren’t we? Can’t fucking wait,” he whispers into your ear, and as he envelops your lobe with his cushiony lips, he continues, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
No, no, no. 
Your brain rejects logic, chews and spits it out before any of the rationale seeps into you. You have wanted this for far too long. The need inside you for a meaningful relationship materializes in the form of recklessness, desperately looking for surface-level relief for the moment. A night of sewing sutures to your battle-worn heart, stitches that may come off at the slightest strain - but right now, that will do. 
“Please, Jin,” your tantalizing tone riles up his cock again, eagerly waiting for your next words, “can’t you feel me dripping? Come on, I can take you.”
“Fuck, hear that wetness.” He lets his palm slap against your sopping entrance, not stopping with one. With every slap, droplets of your arousal splash out, the insides of your thighs coated in the sticky sweetness, but your body is an endless reservoir producing plentiful more for Jin to play with. “Have you been sitting with this all this time?”
Two long fingers invade your channel again, leaving you with no response other than a gasp. They scissor incessantly, preparing you for what could be the railing of your lifetime. One curl inside and his fingertips hit the spot he was looking for, making you warp your body to take the pleasure coursing through your veins. His tongue seems to mimic the actions, looping around your earlobe as he sucks it inside, both ends of your body engulfed in all the attention he could provide. 
Your cunt is weeping against the assault of this man’s hands, tears of your cum flowing down your legs with every pump of his arm. You are getting there, the sweet swell of release inching closer and closer.
But something doesn’t feel right.
The tightness in your belly, that is to a point caused by Jin, is harboring other sensations that are not entirely pleasant. Maybe you’re anxious about the happenings. Maybe you haven’t had a good orgasm in a while and have just forgotten how this thing works.
Or maybe, the bar should have the water tap actually give out water.
Either your eyes close, or your brain does, but suddenly all you can see is darkness.
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 Again, you are just trying to escape the zone.
“Step under those studio lights,” pointing at the too-bright stage lights being set up at the moment, Sanghoon continues, breaking your daydream, “I bet you could signal to aliens with the booby-reflection. Call them to Netflix and chill.”
“In about five seconds, my heel will be puncturing your eye. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” 
Sanghoon’s drivel was cut short, and so were your murder plans, with his entry. “Oh look, he’s on set. Gotta go!” 
It’s like the lights, earlier threatening to burn away your skin, dim down in reverence of the glow of his face. The twinkle of his eyes when they meet yours. The shine of his smile when he throws you one. The vibrance of his tone when he calls out your name. Everything he does now threatens to burn you whole and it’s a wonder you’re not scalding, but the singe hurts you deep inside.
“Y/N! How do I look?” It’s a bathrobe. Like satin, or silk. Fucking hell, your brain could explode with the adjectives coming up, a whole chunk of them very much inappropriate to utter out in the current scene. Your arms want to rise, engulf him into you, and you have to physically halt the muscles from doing anything stupid. Brain, quick! Say something snarky and spicy, as best friends do!
“What’s the theme, unicorn puke?” The safest way to deflect is to attack. So you do just that. “You look like you dressed out of Hannah Montana’s closet. Which if it's true, I really need to see it. There’s a top that I’ve been eyeing for decades!”
“Don’t say decades.” Jin’s eyes crinkle in humor. “Makes me feel so old. Your dress is pretty cool too!” 
Cool.
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You find out how difficult life can be when you count every single minute of yours. So far, you have counted 4,310 minutes. That is two days, twenty-three hours, and fifty minutes. Ten more minutes and it will be three whole days since you and Jin spoke. 
Yet again, you can’t blame him. When you came to the next day, you were in your bed, clad in the same shimmering silver bodycon that you had donned last night. The same one that had been privy to the colorful deeds you had committed in what was a dreary, colorless setting. 
One ibuProfen and ginger ale, downed with some severe recollections of the previous night, and you had been ready to throw it all up again. 
I don’t want to hurt you.
Words couldn’t describe what you were going through, and numbers weren’t invented to count the endless thoughts racing in your brain. You don’t know what is more upsetting. The fact that you actually had a chance to open your heart and you totally let your pussy think instead? Or that he was the one coherent enough to stop you from getting too far, and you let your desperation get the best of you? Everything about that night was wrong. And all the wrongs lie on your side. 
I don’t want to hurt you.
In the moment, it was physical, he had to have meant that. But there was a tremor in his voice, you can remember clear as day, a slightly shaken side of him had emerged through the intoxication, and the words he had breathed were not shallow. There was a gravity to them, that you’d stupidly ignored in the heat of the moment.
And now, here you are. Counting up till the last minute, after which you can effectively call the friendship ruined. Stirring your tea mindlessly, you try to focus on the show on TV, the variety show comedy not striking the usual funny bones that they could 4,311 minutes ago. 
The programmed ding of your phone bursts your thought bubble, a sound you have missed the past 72 hours. The ring you dedicated to Jin, that always had you running to receive because anything he sends brightens your day. But unlike those happier times, this ring has your gut fall into a pit of despair, struggling to choose between dispersing the suspense or remaining blissfully unaware of the damage you caused.
Jin: Free tmrw? We could grab coffee Jin: And talk
Talk. How? You barely remember what went down, save for fleeting moments that you recollected with great difficulty. Your fingers type back, trying to mimic the nonchalance in his text, that is very much absent in your actual demeanor.
Y/N: Sure. Paik’s at 1? Jin: Yup. See ya
Three texts, zero laughs. Of course, you’re not expecting him to land his jokes in this situation, even someone as talented as he can’t flip this tension. You’re just going to have to wait for tomorrow, when he decides whether you have a place in his life or not. 
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The painstakingly worn outfit, accessorizing the whole look, the straps of your heels digging into your toes, the specks of makeup dust lying stale on your collar bones, the shine faints at that word. Cool. A perfectly normal phrase for a normal friendship. You are left maimed, while he absent-mindedly tends to the rope of his robe, blissfully unaware of the cyclonic emotions churning inside you. All you can possibly do is gulp it down. 
He runs his hands through his hair, beautiful locks coming out of place, and from one corner of the set, a groan of anguish emerges. 
“Oppa! Don’t play with your hair and face.” A masked lady runs forward waving combs that look like artillery, “We just got done setting it!”
Some finger guns, a happy apology, and some silly jokes later, all the stylists merrily round up to undo his doing, and Jin signals to you to catch up later. And as he walks away, the strings tugging at your heart reappear, as they do every time you come to meet him.
You have a masochistic streak in you, putting yourself through this every day, when he had made it clear, that you two never stood a chance. 
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As if things aren’t already difficult, he looks like a dream. 
Soft, snowy skin gleaming like it has personal lighting wherever it goes, you get flashes of the rarely witnessed sweat on his skin, from the ferocity of last night. He’s blowing away the foam of his cappuccino, and tiny bubbles float into the air before falling flat on the table, like an animated shine that follows him along. God has His favorites, and God makes sure all the lighting in the world is perfect for these favorites. 
In no hurry, you wait at the counter to get your latte. After receiving it though, you can’t linger any longer and drag yourself to the table of doom.
“Hey.”
If the rasp in your voice is evident, he doesn’t show any recognition on his face. But you’ve learned to never trust an acting major. 
“Hi. How are you doing?”
Inadvertently, a snicker escapes your lips. “Are you interviewing me for a job?” you joke, trying to disperse the heavy air, filled with unspoken words. “If so, at least know that I’m very expensive.”
The familiar windshield wiper laugh does not greet you. Dead silence does. The half-smirk he painfully gives you is heavy, and the furrowed brows haven’t an inkling of joy. It shoots daggers in your heart, to know that you are the reason for this jolly man’s despondency. 
“Listen, I don’t think we should skirt around the issue too much. It happened, these things happen. You think Hoseok and Yeji didn’t have sex before making it official?”
His matter-of-fact nature isn’t new to you. Jin has always been a very practical man. Regardless of his inane sense of humor, his logical point of view has always been flawless. 
But right now, at this very moment, logic isn’t what you are looking for. You are looking for answers, but as far withdrawn from logic as possible, to take the edge off of the tension-laden air that surrounds your table.
“Yeah, but even… unofficially… we aren’t a thing, right?” 
Your abrupt question takes Jin unaware, almond eyes widening, like a toddler caught in an act. 
“No, no! Of course not! I would never!” 
His confession slips out with an ease that hurts you, digs deep to carve out the part of you that dreamt of anything more. Your eyes fall to your knees to avoid his perceptive gaze, the sting clear as the sky on a summer day. 
You force a smile and continue. “Then there’s no issue. Anyway,” you gulp your coffee down, burning your throat, but it's a distraction from the burning inside, “I need to get to work. Anything else?”
He’s still searching you, for what, you can’t possibly fathom. From the looks of it, he should be happy with this homeostasis; he doesn’t even know what this means for you. To still stay suspended in limbo, not being able to move up or down, to continue having thorns digging into your beating soul as you watch him like nothing bothers your already frail feelings. Scene by scene, you can visualize the future, him distancing himself from you as he finds the one he calls his, with you left in the shadows. Your knees tremble in fear of the impending future.
Seeing you in a tizzy, he calls out, the voice too loud for the cafe and your mind’s prison cage. 
“We’re still best friends, right?” If you knew better, you’d say his expression is that of sadness, of regret. But your judgment is clouded with your own bothers, and you interpret it as a look of pity. Like a lovesick puppy, kicked to the streets, with nowhere to call home. 
“Yeah! Always.” You give it as much enthusiasm as you can muster. 
Best friends.
Ropes wind around your heart, tugging and causing the deep ache that sets in as you walk back into your dreary building. Each string pulls you into a different dimension where you could move on, where you could be okay with the setting you had just agreed to. Where you would keep up your end of the promise and truly remain friends with him.
But no matter how strong the tug, your heart never yields, never lets go of the castle of dreams you built, staying steadfast in its own misery, choosing to hope, choosing to live the life of unrequited love.
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“And that’s a wrap! Good job everyone!”
Applause and hurrays echo across the set to bring you back to the present. The shoot has officially concluded, which means it's time for your most favorite and least favorite part of the day - Jin and you doing best friend things, like grabbing lunch, gossiping about obnoxious coworkers, threatening to disembowel each other (in Mortal Kombat, of course) and other friendly activities. 
Ever so respectful, Jin takes his time thanking every member of the set, regardless of whether they moved a cushion or held the reflector screen for hours. All the women gush over his beauty, reminding him of how, even amidst the glowing ornaments, his face was the brightest. His responses vary, from quiet little giggles, to complimenting the crew for making it happen, to straight up owning his charisma like a boss. That’s your man. 
Well, not quite. Not one bit.
After exhausting the handshakes and hugs to be received, Jin walks to you, hands pushing his robe back to give it a cape like effect. You’re just glad that the man’s child persona still stays with him, no matter the situation.  He guides you to his green room, cracking his bones on the way, (very sexily, might you add).
“Holding a pose for that long gives me cramps! You’d think dancing breaks my back, and you’d be wrong.”
You’re desperately avoiding looking at his fingers, and keep your eyes below them - shoot! His ceaseless stretching gives you a glimpse under his shirt - it is dragging your memories back to the last time you saw them, and you’d rather not. It is hurting you in more ways than one. 
Eye contact is your safest bet. Looking up, you give him a lopsided grin. “Your grandfatherly days are approaching, Jinnie.” 
“Hey!” 
The rest of the conversation was less speaking, more yelling and chasing after each other to the green room, Jin taking mock-offence at your jab at his age, and his fingers reaching out to flick your forehead in retort. In your noisy, messy fashion, you both finally enter the room, dim gold light bulbs and shiny mirrors meeting your huffing self. 
One hand on your knee, you hold on to Jin’s arm with your other, gasping for breath. 
“Your grandmotherly days are already here, Y/N,” he snorts, and earns a kick on the shin, but that doesn’t stop him from bursting into snickers.
“Wow, why does one man need 4 mirrors?” You gape at his current green room, mouth wide open. It looks better than your entire apartment, with the counter carrying top-of-the-line makeup products. Only the best for this man. “So you can admire yourself from 4 different angles?”
Jin has disappeared into one of the inner rooms, but you can hear him snort at your comment. “Come on, I’m not that conceited. When the whole crew shoots together, the extra mirrors help.” The last part of that sentence is muffled, and that cues you into an important fact. 
Jin is currently changing into something more comfortable.
A process that includes him getting naked.
Well maybe he doesn’t get fully naked, top on, top off, bottom on, bottom of-
Still. You’re sweating like a whore in church. 
And things only get tougher when he finally comes out. 
The ocean blue sweater he dons is tucked in. Who tucks in sweaters? Kim Seokjin. Why does he tuck sweaters? Oh, because he’s got an amazing waistline that he should most definitely show off, and the heat between your thighs becoming increasingly potent is a testament to that. You pretend to adjust your heels, giving the right expressions to show you’re in pain, but in actuality you are bringing your legs closer to get you some relief, just any relief. 
Ripped jeans too. You get a peek of the thighs you were denied access to the night of the fuckening. Ridged and beautiful, not a speck in sight to mar his perfection. You are glad the facial expressions for pain and pleasure are not far apart, because your thighs, albeit very lacking, are helping the imagery in your head. Just Jin, seated on one of these leather chairs, and you straddling his thigh, clit aching against the strands of the rips in his denim, the fabric soaking up the wetness, with every push forwa-
“Now that you mention it, I do look dashing.”
And there goes that dream. 
You pinch his cheeks in adoration, the vulgarity of your thoughts getting whitewashed by his silliness and blooming heart-shaped flowers in their stance. You feel your own pinch in you, wondering if this scene would be the same had you blurted your feelings out that day at the cafe.
It's times like these when you remind yourself why you choose to quieten that side. This dynamic cannot reincarnate in any other form. Any imbalance to this equilibrium could cause a serious case of best-friends-turn-awkward-acquaintances, and you don’t know if that’ll hurt you more than you currently do. You don’t plan on finding out.
But on God, he tests that resolution every single day.
Jin doesn’t even hint that he knows of the turmoil blasting behind your eyes. He nonchalantly fixes his hair, gives you a one-over as you are mentally undressing him, nonchalantly as well. Then he moves to grab his cologne, and two spurts disintegrates all the whitewashing and takes you back into the obscenities you were unfolding. 
“So I’ll just go over the shoot photos, and then we can leave! You’re cool waiting here?”
“Hmmn, yeah!” You don’t let your mouth run any longer, fearing what might slip out. 
He gives you a wide, innocent smile. “Great! See you in a bit.” Poor guy. If only he knew how debase plans you were conjuring just from the aroma of his cologne. 
It is musky, like cedar or pine, perfectly suiting him. It is the same scent you remember inhaling, face stuffed in his sweater when he was fingering you to the tenth circle of hell. As he walks away, the fragrance diminishes, save for the slightest hint of lingering. You search for the source, and find the culprit strewn across the sofa.
The outfit Jin wore for the shoot held remnants of the perfume, and when you bring the shirt close and take a long, deep whiff, you transport yourself to the land of your dreams. You relish the fever smell of his cologne, mixed with his own natural scent, deciding that this is what you wish to smell like every waking morning.
Your longing for him has crossed way beyond physical boundaries. You longed for his love, longed for his attention. Longed to be the one that brings the light to his face. From morning rays to the darkness of the night, you wanted to experience it all by his side. To be his lone star, shining bright beside the moon. 
Your hands are moving without your control, disrobing you of your thirst trap of a dress and putting on Jin’s shirt instead. One look at the mirror and you let out a silent groan - it fits you just right. Just enough to cover your ass cheeks, loose enough to let the air conditioning hit your heated pussy. While well-fitting shirts have never been the cornerstone of a successful relationship, your delusional mind takes whatever wins it gets.
Adding layers to your pipe dream, you don the robe that gave you a tough time throughout the shoot. When you press the tails of the robe to your cheek, the softness of the material is soothing. Soft, like Jin’s eyes, like his hugs, like his smile. Like him.
Leaning against the counter, you steady yourself, mind split in titillation. Your fingers find their own path, drawing circles on your breasts over his shirt, imagining Jin’s long fingers in place. While teasing your nipple to pointed peaks, you slip your other hand under your panties, trying very hard to mimic his digits, twiddling your clit between your fingers. Alas, the effect isn’t achievable, because Jin seems to know how to play you better than yourself. 
The scent is getting stronger, without any provoking, and it is doing wonders for your immersion. You let out a loud moan when your fingers press inside, and you’re just glad no one can witness this.
“Y-Y/N?”
Fuck.
You are pulled away from your dreamland that was so impenetrable that you didn’t hear Jin step into the room. All the blood gushing to your nether regions has made a U-turn to flood your brain to think of a plausible explanation for this position. Instead it makes you giddy, and when you try to stand you wobble in your heels, to be rescued by what you think is a very scandalized Jin. 
Time stands still when your eyes meet, and what you see are blown out pupils trembling, many questions fluttering between you two. Jin crosses a tenth of the distance between you, lips flutter as they try to make a decision - do they want to part and give way to the voice of question? The voice of reason? The voice that will break this hush, burst this bubble where he has the one chance to give in to his longing?
You bring your lips closer, and cause immense disquiet in his dome, the way of his heart gathering speed against rationale. Your eyes dance between matching his gaze and finding his lips, every fraction of an inch you cross sending tremors through you. You can feel the shockwaves traverse through your body, making a pitstop at your lips, tingling them awake. They move downwards, passing your heart, beating it wildly against its cage, and then to the pit of your stomach to tighten in anticipation; finally reaching the tip of your toes, where you stand right now, a nanoscopic distance between you. Each one of you is afraid to cross the bridge, unaware of the other’s desires. 
Finally, Jin acqueises and meets you on your side. 
Atomic explosions ring through your head, clearing out every single thought that is not about Jin’s lips on yours. The ropes that held your heart from beating to the tune of your want, they’ve loosened their knots to give you the leeway to love freely. As your lips exchange positions, his teeth lightly drag across your plush petal, and it brings back the most important part of that night that you couldn’t recollect - the one where his lips sang wordless songs of adoration against yours. Blind as a bat, you were.
You dig your fingers into his hair, not minding your residual arousal coating his locks, and you feel his hands doing the same to you. With your eyes closed, you feel a rough edge to his cushiony soft lips, but Jin fixes that mistake - one stray strand of hair trapped in the middle of your indulgence - he pulls it away to give you all of the kiss. The hand tucked in your tresses pushes in, silently demanding more access, and you’re nothing but ready to give it.  
His tongue sneaks in to play a game with yours - when you seek it, it goes into hiding, finding perfect pleasure in soft, sweet kisses, but when you stay, it comes back in, awakening your tongue to deepen again. Everything he is doing is too much and not enough in one go, and you whine into his mouth in desperation, seeking some well-earned relief after months of holding back.
Amidst the flurry of your lips, your back hits the vanity countertop, and Jin pushes away everything on top to make space for you, not caring what expensive item flies down the counter to accommodate your ass.
As if you’ve made up for the months of holding back, the softness of the kisses erodes, teeth coming into play more and more, reminiscent of the night that went by in a blur. He swallows every mewl you give in return, blissed out beyond repair, your neediness making his cock strain against the denim. 
His hand snakes down, spreading his fingers to get a hold of your back to push you towards him, covering any gap that dared to intervene. Now unworried about the shoot, your hands have effectively ruined his perfectly placed locks and messed them up to resemble the craze he let you spin in.
Before he can glide his tongue back in, you break the kiss, lest you lose yourself in it to the point where you forget to breathe. With attached foreheads, you take deep drags of air, letting the oxygen flow to your brain before you make some ill-advised, unclarified decisions.
“I- I was jus-”
“Shhh. Wait,” he breathes out, wanting to take a second and fully savor the moment. You nod in return, making his head move along with yours.
After sufficient air fills his lungs, Jin starts. “Y/N, we should stop.”
Last time this had happened, you had tried to force your way through his barrier, without giving his feelings a second of consideration. So this time, you don’t repeat your mistakes. “Tell me why.”
“Because, I don’t know what you’re looking for, but I’m way deeper in this than you think.”
“Jin, I-”
“Let me finish.” He stops you before you can explain how much you reflect his emotions, possibly more. He doesn’t seem to want to listen now. “Let me finish, or else I’ll chicken out, for the millionth time.”
You’re dumbfounded. Millionth time? When was the first? Acting majors, by God. 
“I love you, Y/N.”
No, now you are dumbfounded. Your hands, holding his precious locks, drop down in shock, at sheer disbelief that all this time, he has been ready and waiting to return you the favor. Jin though, misinterprets it as a look of disdain. 
“I-I know I do, and I’m sorry that I do. I know you don’t feel the same way. You can hate me all you want, but this is the truth.”
“And yes,” he continues, refusing to halt for even half a second, afraid that the courage he mustered to confess would dissipate the moment he does, “I’m attracted to you, and I don’t know what went down here --” flicking his wrist to mention your (his) outfit, “--but I’m looking, okay? And I’m hard as fuck. But that’s not all there is to it.”
“I need all of you.” He takes an audible gulp, trying to stymy his emotions from overpowering him. “I want to take you out, I want to hold you hand, I want to bring you to all the places I love. I want to introduce you to people, not as my best friend, but so much more than that. It hurts me,” bringing his hand to his chest, he emphasizes the point of pain by clutching over his heart, “hurts to call you that because I’m lying through my fucking teeth.”
You break eye contact, because there are tears smarting your eyes at his heartfelt revelation. You can’t believe the idiot that you have been all this while. The man of your dreams stands in front of you, baring his soul, and you can’t even do him the decency of telling him what you felt yourself before jumping his bones.
And you love him, too. Maybe you haven’t said so, even to yourself, but you’ve known all this while.
You love him.
“If you are just looking for a fuck, or want any sort of a ‘benefits’ situation, we should stop. I can’t lie to myself anymore.”
“Jin, my God,” you half-sigh, half-laugh, feeling a burden lift off of you after months of pining.
“You don’t have to pacify me, it’s okay, I’ll be fine.” Even in this moment, he is looking out for you. His lips are curved upward to show you that he’s okay, but his pupils are shaky and restless, not in sync with his smile. You hope your next words can fix that for him.
“Pacify you? Hate you?” You shoot him an incredulous look, one you will explain to him very soon. “You are a much better person than I am, Jinnie. For months now, I’ve loved you, but even at this point, I didn’t stop to tell you.” The guilt of letting your hormones cloud your judgement for the second time lays heavily on your conscience. “I’m sorry for not making this clear earlier, but let me now. I love you, Kim Seokjin. I have for way too long. I want you, I need you. You have me, in every possible way.”
It feels unparalleled to get that off your chest. The leaden weight of your emotions immediately disappears - or the fact that it's shared, makes it much, much lighter. But then you look at Jin, and he still seems to have not put two and two together. You patiently wait for him to process all the information. 
When he finally recoups, he yells, “What?!”
You let out a loud guffaw, the first one with no inhibitions in the longest time. “What?”
“Why didn’t you say anything that day at the cafe?!” 
“You said you’d never date me, asshole!” You punch his chest softly, before slipping your hands behind him and pulling him closer. “I might not look like it, but I have some dignity.”
“I said that?” Jin brings one hand to pinch his nose in annoyance. “What an idiot. I think I was just inverting everything to make sure I don’t accidentally slip up.”
You lift your head to meet his eyes again, letting him see the tears you were hiding. You find a couple in his eyes, too. But the smile on your face is genuine, and that is all that matters. “I was blind too, so don’t beat yourself up about it.” 
Flitting your eyes down to find the contour of his cock against his jeans, you ask him innocently, “How about we make up for lost time?”
“Fuck, yes, please.” And with that, your lips are engulfed again.
When you have all your guards down, the kiss tastes sweeter than before. Mere moments ago, while thoroughly enjoying the kiss, a sense of reticence had clouded your pleasure, holding you back from luxuriating in the headiness. A series of what-ifs had plagued your subconscious without your realization, but with all that cleared, you wholly submit to the kiss, emptying your mind until nothing but his name remains.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Jin gasps out, when you bite into his pillowy lower lip, “I thought you looked the prettiest in the dress earlier but,” after pulling away, he drinks your current attire in, “you look the most beautiful in this.”
You snicker. “Even more than World Wide Handsome?”
His eyes bore into yours, no hint of the joking lilt he always carries in them. 
“So much more.”
Your hands find their place amidst his shaggy hair again, and you lodge his face into your neck - a command Jin acquiesces to with great pleasure. After a long, wet lick to your collarbone, he lays feather-soft kisses on the trail he left, starting from your shoulder and working inward, until he brushes against the back of your ear. You grasp at his sweater, because his lips feel so good. Your breaths are short, sucking in every time he allows your skin the luxury of a soft peck.  Once he lays a kiss on your forehead, he brings his gaze down to one of the main reasons that causes his cock to stir.
“Fuck, look at your nipples under my shirt.”
Gazing down, you can see the two pointed peaks that caught Jin’s eyes. 
“That tends to happen when I’m thinking of you.” 
He twists a nipple over the shirt, hardening it further, and you throw your head back in the satisfying pain. “Yeah, I remember.”
You are unraveling every second, the ache swishing amongst the bliss his fingers are bringing in you. He’s switched over to drawing circles around your nipple, until he snaps and tugs your shirt up, finally revealing the palmfulls of flesh awaiting his hands. 
“Ah that night, I didn’t get to do this. Take this off.” But then, he makes you put on his robe again. You throw him a questioning look, to which he responds with a sheepish smile, “Just so, you know… you don’t feel cold… or something.”
“Just say you like me in your clothes and move on.”
“I love you in my clothes,” he admits in a heartbeat, his expression that of anguish, “can we move on?”
“God, gladly.”
Unexpectedly, he bites the side of your boob - not hard at all, but feeling his teeth against your skin sends your head reeling backward. Your involuntary response is to wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your core against him. His teeth continue to nip you lightly across the expanse of your breasts, the trail of saliva he leaves cooling parts of your flushed body. Finally, finally, he latches onto your left nipple and gives it a long, pleasurable suck.
“Ahh, Jin - you’re too - God damn it - you’re too good at this.” 
Without stopping the onslaught he is unleashing on your breasts, his fingers begin to move - but soon, they stop, hesitation rippling off of their tips. His pace falters, and his mind is fighting on the next course of action.
“Can I-”
“Finish what you started that night?” you complete for him, already prepared with your answer. “Yes, please.”
All forms of uncertainty shoot out of his touch, and he confidently trudges forward. Playing with the band of your panties, he gives you a well-intended chuckle, murmuring, “As far as I remember, I was so good you passed out.”
“Boy,” You groan, intended in jest, but his teeth slide against your jaw and it mostly comes out more wanton than jovial, “let me see you have tequila for dinner and remember much the next day.”
“Fair fair,” he gives in, shifting to buss the valley of your cleavage, feeling your heart thud against your ribs holding it in place. “Well today,” he starts without moving his face, his nimble fingers moving past the barrier of your underwear, pressing two fingertips directly on your clit, and hissing like it's him at the receiving end, “I’ll give you enough to remember.”
You pull his sweater off and chuck it away, not wanting to be reminded of any blockades that kept you apart, and your hands roam the expanse of his back remembering the touch of his skin from the night at the bar. His body isn’t new to you, but the circumstances make it feel different. 
Finally, his fingers find their way inside you. 
Yes, this. This was what was missing from your drunken tryst. With your heads in place, your ardor intensifies, and you move his lips back to yours needing to release your animalistic desire into his mouth. Pleasure surges through both of you as you threaten to swallow him whole.
You can feel him being more present, and considering the merciless finger-fucking you had earned that night, this is taking it to a whole other degree. 
The night at the bar, his fingers did their best to ravish you, but now, Jin is paying attention, close attention to the way you respond. Every muscle movement is recorded in him as you struggle to accommodate three of his lengthy digits. Leaning close, he gives your peaked nipple the lightest feather lick - the suddenness sends shockwaves through you as he continues to tweeze the other, talented pianist hands performing his musical piece on both ends of you.
His fingers pump into you with determination, finding new depths to explore that he missed out on, and with a curl of his pointer, you blank out, screaming in the orgasm that is washing over you. Every skincell of your body feels the quiver of lust spreading, your cunt squeezing for an eternity, milking the orgasm out to the extent that you can. 
When you look down, your metaphorical orgasmic flood manifestes as a deluge of your arousal leaking on the table. And when you look back up, you can see the salacious ideas making their rounds in Jin’s head as he looks at the inundation you released. 
Hurried hands still convulsing from the intensity of your orgasm, you undo his belt, followed by his jeans and finally - getting the pleasure you were heartlessly denied of - his cock is out, in all its glory, twitching as the cool air hits its naked skin. Jin’s plans don’t go hand in hand with yours though.
“Are we just - holy fucking shit - just, umm, leave that to waste?” he lustfully looks down to your leaking core, and someway, through your hold on his dick, he tries to steer you into his plans.
“I don’t know about that,” you cheekily reply. You have the right idea to satisfy both of you, and get down to the task.
With the flat of your palm, you swipe across the droplets of cum you released, gathering them to transfer them onto his thick length. Jin thrusts into your hand, the wetness jolting him into attention, and he places an arm on your shoulder to steady himself. 
“You’re going to taste yourself?” he asks as you continue your vacillating motion, twisting at the base of his head with the wetness you graciously provided yourself. You give him a nonchalant look, something he is trying to do to you as well. 
“Who said I’m gonna suck you off?”
His look changes, and the one you get in return is cocky, arrogant, downright rude if you were honest. You expected him to play on with your banter, but one raised eyebrow and the lazy smirk he gives, to what he probably thinks is a joke - Zeus could land on earth and not be able to stop you from gobbling his meat. 
Your mouth is filled with his dick even before your knees hit the ground. Jin staggers back, but your suction on his dick is funnily strong enough to pull him back before falling.  You switch positions, having him balance himself against the counter, all while you refuse to leave his cock out. His giggle of endearment has you pouting, but it swells your heart and makes you want to give more, more of anything and everything. With your renewed vigor, you push yourself in until his pubes tickle your nose, and his tip tickles your throat. 
“Your-”, “I-”, “uhh-” 
Every new sentence Jin starts crumbles to your actions. You furrow your brows both in concentration on your blowing skills and trying to decode what he is trying to say. 
Jin takes a large gulp, adamant on making this one a coherent sentence. “You know, I used to imagine this, and in my dreams I used to be very sexy and suave, talking my way throug-oof-” You run your tongue over the tip of his leaking dick, emphasizing the point he is coming to, “Now I can’t even complete sentences here.”
“You being you is super sexy in itself.” And you curve your tongue to match the arch of his cock, letting the incoming saliva pool on it before letting it run down his shaft, dripping down from his balls. Strings of his precum connect to your lips, and you swipe your tongue through them, relishing the salty goodness before going back in for more. 
“Y/N, shit, did you just moan?”
How couldn’t you? The fact that he is horny for you, so much so that rivulets of precum don’t stop drizzling down your throat, has you preening. You hum your assent in response, not willing to let go even for a moment, but Jin pulls you off before you can get a chokehold on the base of his cock again. 
“Never had a woman moan while sucking me off. It’s sexy as fuck,” Jin breathes into your lips as he dives in for a kiss.
Your chest is heaving, catching the breaths you lost when you were down. “Then why’d you stop me?”
“Are you kidding me? I was about to lose it right there.”
“Jinnie, come on,” you break the fragmentary kiss you were sharing, looking into his glassy eyes, “let me feel you come on my tongue.” To emphasize your conviction, you lick his lips, persuading him of the sinful deeds your tongue is capable of doing if he’d just let you.
“Oh man, stop. What’s worse than busting a nut in your mouth? Busting it while you’re kissing me. Making me feel like a teenager.” You erupt into a loud laugh, soon followed by Jin as well. It is so him to joke about this. 
“And babe,” all hints of embarrassment vanishing from his tone, “I’m only going to come inside you.”
“Fuck, fuck, yes. You got a condom on you?”
“Yeah, let me grab my wallet.” The instant he moves away, you feel naked, shivering from the comfort stolen away from you. But then you hear Jin grumble, “I hope I don’t have the bacon-flavored one.” And the absurdity of it all puts you at ease again.
“Ew, stop, even you can’t make that sexy. My lady boner is dying.”
He envelops you again, and you can feel the laughter echoing in his lungs before making it out to your ears. He brings your attention to the familiar rustle of foil wrapper. “Thankfully, we got chocolate.”
“Mmmh, gotta love chocolate.”
You take the condom out of his hands, and roll it onto his stiff length, flattered that he’s holding his erection for so long. 
“Okay, stick it in me!” And you smack your ass in readiness, and a very flabbergasted Jin breaks out chortling.
“Y/N, stop being my best friend for like, five minutes!” His brows are furrowed in pretense exasperation, but you can see his lips holding back a genuine smile through the grimace, just happy that your dynamics haven’t changed the slightest, even though everything else has shifted.
“Okay okay,” you try and suppress your own laughter, before continuing, “how do you want me, baby?”
“Bend over on the vanity. And keep your eyes on the mirror.” And as you move into position, his palms grab your ass and squeeze it hard, feeling your glutes push back against his grip, and he pushes you forward till you're on the tips of your toes. You watch him through the mirror, watch him admire the way your ass curves over the table edge, how your toes struggle to keep you up, and how the dimples of your back are deepened by the arch, peeking under the bunched up robe tails, just waiting for him.
“Jin.” Your hushed whisper puts him in action.
Pushing the head in is anguish and relief at the same time. His bulbous head stretches your entrance; even with your preparation, you feel it sting. The searing gets better and better with every inch slipping in, and when he finally lodges inside, you let out a heavy breath, still panting and keeping yourself from screaming bloody murder in pleasure. Jin bends forward to paint the back of your neck, sucking the flesh till the circular bruise comes to surface. 
“Can you- can you-fuck, no, wait-” Your brain is at war with itself, battling between adjusting to his girth and having him pump you into adjustment. 
You can feel Jin’s snicker from behind you, and he finally makes the decision for you. “I’ll wait, I have things to do here,” he says before playing around the patch of skin, spreading from the base of your hair to the expanse of your back, his teasing licks relaxing your walls and accommodating his girth. The pain is almost gone, expect for the lingering ache that only helps you.
“You can move now, babe.”
“Okay, okay.” Your words snap him out of the painter’s dream he was in, and he twitches inside you. Something about the ease at which you both have adopted nicknames for each other softens his heart and hardens his cock. 
Pulling out till only the head rests inside, Jin himself struggles against the third degree grip your pussy has on him. As he is thrusting inside again, your walls tense up, making it harder and harder for him to hold back. 
“Y/N, sweetie, relax. I got you.”
“Jin, I’m-” You have tears running down your eyes, the pleasure and unsurmountable happiness rolling out in fat hot drops. “Fuck me harder. I won’t last.”
“Shit. Okay, hold on then.”
To what? Is what you’re going to ask before Jin unleashes his carnality onto you. Your breasts, dripping in sweat and saliva, are plastered to the countertop, which in itself is jiggling to the beat of Jin’s thrusts. His dick is curving inside to hit you repeatedly, and you have to gather the satin fabric to wipe your eyes to keep your gaze fixed on him. 
He looks majestic. Forehead embellished with beads of sweat, his hair coiffed up, lips sanguine red after your vicious kisses - you swipe your tongue along your own lips to find them battered in response. His honey chest is heaving with every push, and a particular one hits you just right. 
You let out a guttural groan, and Jin takes note of it immediately. 
“Up,” he commands, and loops an arm under your belly to you pull you up and closer and now every thrust hits deeper into that spot he has found in you, your back connected to his chest as the two of you move in tandem; this is the most together you’ve ever felt with anyone. This moment is to be etched in your memories forever.
You scream into your fist to muffle the sounds, the edge of the table digging into your hip bone as you feel yourself getting closer to the brink. One swipe to the clit is all you have left to bring you to your release. 
And from some telepathic force, or from the clutch your pussy has on him, Jin beats you to it. His fingers come down and carefully find your swollen nub, pinching it between his fingers. If he thought you’d shown him your hardest clench, he was wrong, because right now your dam has broken, and the iron-clad grip you give his cock sends him reeling, too.
You are gushing on his dick, the rubber dripping with your wetness. Jin too releases into the condom in stuttered gasps, his thrusts becoming shorter and shallower as he comes down from his high. 
Petal-like kisses fall on your back as the two of you regain your breaths. The mirror that served you two well is covered in a fog of hot breath and perspiration, blearing your vision of yourself, but somehow, it sparkles with Jin’s reflection. His nobility-esque visuals use the haze as a valance for his appearance, framing them to make him look like you’re among the clouds. And in some way, you actually are.
“Ah, let me go.” You jiggle your shoulders back to make the man above you move. “Fuck, can you check if my spine is in place? I think you dislodged it.”
“Shut up and come hug me, I’ll squeeze it back in place.”
Now this is something you could get used to.
As he ties and throws away the used condom, you flip over to face him and fall back into his embrace, broad shoulders promising to protect you, making you feel safe in his care. Jin on the other hand is simply ecstatic to feel you on him, feeling your thumping heart beat for him, after months of pining and pondering whether anything would become of the seed of your tumultuous friendship. Now, it has blossomed to a garden of prospect and promise, every petal of every flower here reading a new opportunity to tell you how much he adores you, cherishes you, treasures you. How much he loves you.  An opportunity he doesn’t wait to use. 
“I love you.”
The pink tinge of your cheeks either comes from the sex, or from his comment, but either way, he is glad its from him. 
“I love you too, Jin. So, so very much.”
If your heart could leap out of your chest, it would do so, to find its way to his and fuse into one. But for now, your entwined bodies give you all you want. 
You hear Jin stifle a laugh, and pull back in question. He points to something odd on the countertop.
“What is that?”
The cream white surface of the table, that was maligned by your ignoble deeds, now sports two glistening, wheatish semi circles that look very similar to the sizes of one person who was splayed on top of it just moments ago. 
“Is that…” Jin is trying to contort his lips and halt the looming snicker, and he brings his eyes down to your chest (trying not to get hard again), “Did you have makeup on your chest?”
“Shut up.” All you can do is fall closer into his arms, hopefully masking the tint of embarrassment highlighting the apples of your cheeks. “I wanted to make them look extra good for you.”
He’s given up on holding back, the full-bellied laugh that resonated from him echoing across the room. But it dwindles down fast, coming to small chuckles of tenderness, and he slips his digits beneath your chin to have you meet his gaze.
“They always look good,” he whispers, his admittance setting your chest aflame, “trust me, I’d know.”
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yutahoes · 3 years
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A badly written smut from yours truly. Third part of No Strings Attached and Everybody has Secrets. 
characters : boyfriends! Nakamoto Yuta and Jung Jaehyun x Reader
word count : 2.1k words. 
genre: smut (Please be warned)
a/n : This is a spur of a time thing. I just wanted to write something for Jaehyun on his birthday and this is the closest that I can do. Anyway, please just kill me after reading this. 🙈 
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You were already in your second glass of beer, watching how your boyfriend interacted with his guests. Why does his birthday fall on Valentine's Day? And why does he have so many single friends? You should be at his apartment, spending the night together. But here you are, seated by the bar and just watching the sexy man of your fantasy with his friends. 
"Why do you look so lonely?" Yuta asked, sitting beside you while laughing to himself. "You're the girlfriend. You should be there." He gestured to Jaehyun's co-workers who were talking at him, obviously flirting. 
You rolled your eyes then twirled your chair that you're facing the bar counter. You asked the bartender another glass of beer which he quickly gave you and you downed it in one shot. "And you should be there." You gestured at Jaehyun's group of friends seated on one side of the bar, checking out girls. "Aren't you the bestest friend?" 
"That's Taeyong." Yuta corrected. 
"Yeah right." Again, you rolled your eyes. "You even share a girlfriend." 
He chuckled. "A girlfriend who is currently lonely." You glared at him. His hand slipped on your waist that he's now standing next to you. "So baby girl, what did you get Jaehyun for his birthday?" 
You smirked. "Nothing." 
"Not even a sexy lingerie?" 
"Nothing, Yuta." His mouth formed an o when he realized what you meant, eyeing the erect nipples showing on your dress. 
"Then what did you get me?" You stared at him in confusion. Why? "I'm still your boyfriend, right?" You nodded. You agreed on this set-up with both their consents anyway. "It's Valentine's." 
You had to giggle at that, standing up. Your body is so close to him that you can feel his warmth, your nipples poking against his chest under the thin material of your dress. Your hand traveled to his chest down to the bulge on his jeans, squeezing it. "Nothing, Yuta." 
His mouth didn't leave yours as he opened the door to the bar bathroom. One hand on your back to pull you closer while the other went under your dress and into your thigh. His fingers went to your core and you moaned at the contact. You're so wet. You wanted this. You needed this. "Yuta, please fuck me." 
"You're such a princess." He teased then turned you around that you're facing the mirrors of the bathroom, hands on the sink. He slapped your ass that made you moan before pulling your skirt up to reveal your bare nakedness. 
You were expecting him to go down on you first since Yuta is amazing with his tongue but you heard something zip followed by a metal hitting the floor. A gasp escaped your mouth when he entered you from behind, pushing your body to the sink. He pulled out for a while before thrusting into you again that made you shout his name. 
His fingers held your waist, sinking his nails on your skin that it hurts now. He kept on slamming in you, not bothering if you're hitting the sink or if someone walks in on you. "God. Yuta." You kept on shouting, head bowed down since you felt like spinning. Your knees already feeling wobbly at how he was taking you. 
He held your hair in a ponytail, tugging on it and raising your head. "Watch yourself, baby." Your gaze went to your image in the mirror and you swore, you felt like watching a porn video of yourself and Yuta. Your agape lips and the small whimpers escaping your lips made you so turned on that you're clenching on him for your orgasm. 
Yuta's striking eyes locked on you through the mirror and he smirked when he increased his speed. Fuck, he is so rough. So good. You gripped on the sink, face pushed on the mirror as you felt your mind-crippling orgasm took hold of you. Yet he didn't stop even if you heard the bathroom doors opened. "You two really." You watched as the birthday boy smirked while watching you two from the mirror, dimples showing that made him so adorable.
His eyes were focused on you as you groaned at Yuta's thrusts, hands stroking the growing bulge in his jeans. When the Japanese guy pulled out of you, your knees gave way and you sat on the floor. You could still feel his cum inside you but your chin is already held by Jaehyun, jerking his cock at you. 
Ever since this relationship had started between the three of you, Jaehyun had become feral in sex. It's like their roles switched. Yuta is always the one taking care of you after sex, making sure that you take your birth control pills every day. And Jaehyun became more experimental. 
He held the back of your head, fucking your mouth that you felt tears in your eyes. You've given them countless blowjobs before but you weren't used to how rough Jaehyun is especially today. Maybe he is already drunk. You clawed his thigh, wanting to breathe but his length and the closeness of his body on your face doesn't let you. Fuck, he might kill you. 
Your jaw was hurting when he pulled out of you and you sucked in a heavy breath before you felt his cum shooting on your face. Fuck Jung Jaehyun. "My pretty cumslut." Yeah, he's really drunk. He pulled you closer, standing you up then kissed you rough while grabbing your butt cheek. "I'll just finish the party, be ready for me later." What? 
"Bring her home, Yuta." He ordered the guy who was just standing behind you, watching his every move. "Tie her tight on the bed." Your eyes widened in horror. What the fuck? 
Yuta shook his head, handing you some tissues that he got from the side of the bathroom when Jaehyun left the said room. "You wanted this." He wiped the cum on your dress then smiled, "Don't worry, I have a plan to calm him down." 
Honestly, you don’t really trust Yuta but you knew he’s the only one who can save you now. He knew a lot of things when it comes to sex that you and Jaehyun had a hard time exploring. So maybe, just maybe, it was Yuta who can help you now. You weren’t surprised that you entered a sex shop. What’s surprising is what he bought inside: rope, whipping cream, and chocolate syrup. What the hell is he planning? 
He was quiet even if you reached his apartment and opened the light of the bedroom for you. “Take a shower. You’ll need it, sweetheart.” He ordered then disappeared to the kitchen. You were shaking, what is this situation? And why are you suddenly scared of what will happen? 
You took time in lathering yourself, making sure that all nooks and cranny of your body is clean. Judging by the whipped cream and chocolate syrup, it’s food play. But how? And how would that stop Jaehyun? A towel was wrapped on your body when you entered the bedroom. Yuta glanced at you then returned to tying knots by the bedpost. You’ve only been tied up by a belt, a handcuff, or a necktie so this is pretty new. 
His fingers were skillfully tying the ropes on the four posts that made you surprised. Even your feet? “Do you trust me?” He asked and you wanted to laugh. No. But you decided to trust him this time. “Lie down.” 
The rope on your wrist feels foreign but it isn’t uncomfortable. “If you want to stop, you can free your hand by pulling this loose rope.” He explained then showed you what will happen. It’s amazing. How did Yuta know how to tie a knot like that? “I used to be a boy scout, baby.” But still, do they teach how to tie a girl there? “We’ll use your safe word. Do you remember it?” 
You nodded and he smirked before slapping your bare pussy. Words. Yuta hated it when you only nod or shake your head. “Vanilla.” He tied your ankles in a different knot that made you surprised. “Yuta, it’s a little tight.” 
“I’ll unknot them if you say the safe word.” He gazed at your body before smiling. “Now to make you a cake.” He disappeared from the room. A cake? It really is food play. 
The whipped cream feels cold on your body as he started putting some on your breasts down to your navel. He stopped when the cream reached your waist. “Jaehyun will just choose between his cake or your pussy.” He drizzled chocolate syrup in his masterpiece that made you hitch your breath. This is surprisingly turning you on. "You look so delectable, baby." 
You heard keys jiggle and he stood up to greet Jaehyun at the door. You can even make out their voices with Yuta telling Jaehyun that he has a surprise and that he had to choose between two things. Their gazes made you hot that you turned your head to the side to avoid looking at them. You are tied in bed, both hands and feet, with whipped cream on your exposed body. “So is it the cake or Y/N?” 
“Why can’t I have both?” Jaehyun asked and you wondered the same thing. How will this save you from intense sex with your boyfriend when he’s obviously so drunk?
Yuta chuckled. “Because you can’t put anything sugary in her. You’ll risk her of a yeast infection and we both don’t want that.” Wow, you thought, Yuta is good at this. “So you can only have one. I suggest the cake since it’s your birthday.” He’s too good. 
Jaehyun took the bait and started removing his shirt. He started licking one of your nipples that made you moan, tongue playing with the erect nubs. “You taste so good,” he whispered before slurping the whipped cream on your neck. From the corner of your eye, you saw Yuta grinning before going up to the bed with the two of you. You closed your eyes as you felt two tongues on your body, one on your breast and the other inside your core. 
You kept on whimpering, squirming at the unadulterated pleasure that their mouths were giving you. Jaehyun kept on lapping up the cream on your body, sucking and biting on your skin. Yuta, on the other hand, is doing the same on your wetness. Not stopping even when you squirted against his tongue. This isn’t a surprise, Yuta can give you head for hours.
When Jaehyun reached the end trail of the cream, he licked your body going north until to your chin. “Hi.” he greeted while giving you that dimpled smile that you love. “Are you having fun?” Fuck, you wanted to punch his face. You nodded and he kissed your lips, “Thank you. But I’m really sleepy.” Wait, what? You gave him a curious look and you felt Yuta chuckling because of the vibrations he sent through your body. 
Jaehyun just dropped his head on your chest and you pulled your wrists from the constraints to lightly push him off you. "Yuta, stop." But he kept on licking your inside that made you roll your eyes. "Vanilla." He gave you a warning look before pulling the ropes on your ankle. You checked if Jaehyun is still breathing, he's usually not like this. 
"Don't worry, it's just sleeping pills." You looked at Yuta in surprise. "I didn't know the effect happens immediately." 
"Why?" 
"Because you don't like how rough Jaehyun is when he's drunk." He reasoned out and you raised an eyebrow at him. "I thought you were going to cry earlier." He threw your towel at you. "If he's sober tomorrow, we'll see if he's going to be that rough. If he still is, I'm going to talk to him." 
Why is Yuta doing this? This is so unexpected of him. "What?" He asked, then giggled. "Are you falling in love with me?" You probably are.
Yuta smiled. "You know Valentine's isn't over and you need a shower." But you just showered. "Let's get you cleaned up, princess." He offered, holding out a hand for you. 
You doubt you'll get cleaned in the shower with Yuta.
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leigh-kelly · 4 years
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(More Hospital!AU)
Like she predicted, Santana gets a yeast infection from her antibiotics and she’s absolutely miserable until the Diflucan kicks in. She’s irritable with Brittany, she’s short with Liam  and she groans more than she should when she wakes up to feed the twins. But then it’s over and Lauren starts at the hospital and the Pierces are coming to look at places to live in New York and Santana calms down. Like she always does after a bought with misery, she apologizes profusely to Brittany, she hugs the boys a little tighter and things go back to normal.
“My mom just called, they landed.” Brittany comes into Santana’s office where she’s working, phone still in her hand.
“I really feel bad we didn’t pick them up. Today was just a lot.”
“I know, if I rescheduled Mrs. Heeling’s surgery again she would have lost it. But they’re fine, they’re used to Boston. They just didn’t want to drive down and when we said they could use the car to go out to Long Island...”
“I can’t believe they’re going to bring our three kids to look at houses.” Santana laughs. “Though I’m sure my mother appreciates a few days to herself.”
“I think it will be good for your mom if my mom can take some of the days from her. She’s been absolutely amazing but I feel like it’s becoming a lot.”
“I’m just starting to realize that she’s getting older. Liam starting school will help, when she just has Max and Oliver, but before we know it they’re going to be all over the place.”
“That’s the first time you’ve said that without crying.” Brittany kisses Santana on the forehead. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, let me just make my last notations in this chart and return it to the nurse’s station. I’ve got sepsis in a three year old, if it gets worse, I’m going to come in tonight. I’m not leaving it to the on call doctor.”
“Whatever you need to do, honey. I get it.”
Santana finishes up with her chart and she and Brittany leave the hospital, anxious to be there by the time Brittany’s parents get to the house. They get home and all three boys are taking a nap way too late but Maribel tells them Liam refused his nap and then passed out on the living room floor while he was playing. Though they invite Maribel to come to dinner with the Pierces, she gently declines, her eyes giving away that it was a really long day and she’s just ready to rest in the privacy of her own home.
“We should at least wake up Liam, shouldn’t we?” Santana asks once her mom is out the door.
“Let him sleep, he’ll be up late with my parents and a little while longer might do him some good. Do you want to take a shower first or should I?”
“Do you mind if I do? I feel extra disgusting today.”
“Go ahead, I’m going to start dinner and then I’ll jump in.”
Leaving Brittany downstairs, Santana goes up into their bathroom and turns the shower as hot as it can go. She steps under the spray of the water and lets it seep into her skin, rinsing off the grime of her day. When she’s finished, she turns off the water and hears Brittany calling her from downstairs. It’s unlike Brittany when she knows Santana is in the shower and so she quickly gets dressed and goes downstairs to find Brittany sprawled on the kitchen floor.
“Are you okay?” Santana bends down beside her and sees Brittany’s face contorted in pain.
“I fell off the kitchen counter and I’m pretty sure my tibia and fibula destroyed.” Brittany breathes through the pain, something Santana never can believe that another human being is capable of. “Can you look at it?”
“Britt...I can see it from here. We need to get you to the ER.”
“The kids...”
“Look, I’ll call Mercedes. She’ll come here and sit with them until your parents get here. This isn’t a joke.”
“I know it’s not a joke.” Brittany snaps a little. “I’m sorry...it just hurts like hell.”
”Just give me five minutes, I’ll get everything situated.”
Santana immediately snaps into her taking care of business mode and she gets Mercedes on the phone. Then, because she’s concerned about moving Brittany’s leg to get her into the car, she calls an ambulance. She’s so glad the the boys are still sleeping when the paramedics bring a stretcher into the house and help Brittany get on it. Santana knows she’s in a lot of pain because she doesn’t argue with the fact that she’s not doing this on her own and Santana just holds her hand until Mercedes gets there and they can leave.
“Do me a favor?” Santana murmurs to Mercedes. “Don’t let Brittany’s parents come to the hospital, it’ll be too much for them.”
“I won’t.” Mercedes promises. “But I’ll meet you there once they get here.”
“Thank you.”
The ambulance bay at the hospital brings back horrifying memories of mass casualty incidents for Santana as they enter through the back and she wonders if Brittany feels the same way. She just lays silent and white faced as the paramedics wheel her in and Santana squeezes her hand. Neither of them know the name of the new ortho attending that comes to see Brittany, but considering surgical is already involved, they both assume that the paramedics called in a worse break than they’d expected.
“We’re going to have to surgically repair it.” The young doctor who introduces himself as Dr. Hart tells Brittany after her x-rays come back. “You saw the bones, they’re both shattered, you’ll need a rod to hold them in place.”
“Is Tina Cohen-Chang on in anesthesiology?” Brittany asks calmly. “If she is, that’s who I want. How long have you been at this hospital?”
“Three months, I know who you are, Dr. Pierce, I’ve just never had the pleasure of working with you. I’ll see about Dr. Cohen-Chang for you.”
“I’m sitting in the gallery.” Santana interrupts.
“Santana. No you’re not.” Brittany shakes her head. “I need you to go talk to Sue, let her know what’s going on and to call my parents so they don’t have to hear I’m in here from Mercedes. You don’t need to be in the gallery, its just going to make you anxious.”
“But—“
“No. Please, Santana. I don’t want to argue with you.”
“Okay.” She concedes and kisses Brittany on the forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Hart, don’t screw this up.”
Before she does anything else, Santana listens to Brittany’s request that she call her parents. Whitney is beside herself when she hears that Brittany is in the hospital but Santana convinces her that everything will be fine and the best thing she can do is stay with the boys. Then, she calls her own mother and has a mini-breakdown, sobbing ugly sobs in the waiting room. Brittany has been the one in this position before, sitting in the waiting room when she had her breasts fixed, watching her as the twins were delivered early, but Santana doesn’t think she has the mental capacity for the roles to be reversed. She knows that she has to talk to Sue, tell her that Brittany is in surgery, but she can’t seem to get herself together.
“Hey, I know this is killing you, but you need to pull yourself together.” Mercedes sinks down in the chair next to Santana and holds out her hand. “She’s going to be fine.”
“What do you know about this Hart guy?”
“I checked him out in the cab on the way over. He was first in his class at Johns Hopkins, did his residency at UCLA, he’s good. She’s in good hands.”
“Goddamn it. She’s always the strong one, ‘Cedes. I don’t know how to do this.”
“Yes you do, you did it for Oliver.”
“I almost had a damn nervous breakdown after he was born. It was Brittany holding me together.”
“I’m here, okay? You’re not alone. She’s going to get out of this surgery and she’s going to recover and everything is going to be okay. You know that I don’t bullshit you.”
“I know.”
“You need to go talk to the chief. She needs to know that one of her department heads is in surgery, if the rumor mill hasn’t gotten to her already.”
“You’ll text me if someone comes out?”
“Immediately.” Mercedes promises. “Go.”
Wiping her face with her hands, Santana pulls it together and goes to the elevator. Sue is in her office when Santana gets there and she lightly taps on the door. The chief looks up, surprised to see her so late, and waves Santana in. Shifting her weight between feet, Santana takes a deep breath and looks Sue in the face.
“Hi Chief Sylvester, I just wanted to let you know that Brittany is in surgery right now. She fell of the kitchen counter and her leg is pretty damaged.”
“Who’s doing the surgery?” Sue clicks at the screen in her computer. “Dr. Hart, good choice.”
“We didn’t really have a choice, he was the on call doctor.”
“Well she’s lucky, he’s good.”
“Look, she just wanted you to hear it from me, so...”
“I’ll deal with HR for a medical leave for her. She’ll probably be in no shape to talk to me in the morning, but let her know it’s taken care of.”
“I know her, she’ll want to do her admin stuff from home.”
“Not this week. We’ll talk about it when she’s had time to recover. I’ll take over her scheduling for the time being and shift around her surgeries. She’s helped me enough, I just want her to heal.”
Santana thinks of all the times she’s thought Sue was a hard ass, but she’s surprisingly gentle when it comes to Brittany, and for that, Santana is grateful. She thanks Sue several times and goes back down to the waiting room where Mercedes is flipping through a magazine. She gets back in the chair next to her and sighs heavily.
“Everything go okay?”
“Yeah, I mean, she was super accommodating. She’s going to deal with the HR stuff, so...”
Hours pass and Santana FaceTimes with the boys, promising Liam that everything is okay and she’ll kiss him when she gets home. Finally, Hart comes out and he tells Santana that Brittany did well and is in recovery. She can’t get there fast enough, she’s not even sure that she thanked Mercedes for watching the boys or for sitting with her for hours but she just wants to see her wife. When she gets to the recovery room, Brittany has her eyes closed and Santana sinks down beside her, taking her hand.
“You’re pretty.” Brittany giggles, opening her eyes.
“And you’re very high.” Santana lets out a breathy, relieved laugh.
“I don’t feel anything in my leg. Joe said that it’s fixed, so that’s good.”
“Yeah, he said it was an easier surgery than he was expecting and if you’re up for it, you can go home tonight.”
“I want to sleep in my own bed. With you, pretty lady.”
“We can make that happen, you know we just have to make sure you hit your milestones.”
“Santana, I’m going to be out of work for a long time.”
“Six weeks, minimum. You need to heal it, you have to be able to stand for hours at a time.”
“I know. This is going to hurt like hell tomorrow.”
“I called Shelby while I was waiting. I’m taking the rest of the week. Good thing I still have so much banked time from all the years I didn’t take it.” Santana sighs.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
It takes awhile before Brittany is ready to go home, but when she is, a nurse wheels her out to the curb and Santana gets a cab. She puts Brittany’s crutches in first then helps her get situated and walks around to the other side. Because of the surgery, Brittany old has a soft cast on and Santana is extra careful that nothing touches her leg.
When they get to the house, Brittany is surprisingly good—even still under the influence of anesthesia and morphine—maneuvering on the crutches but Santana helps her up the front stairs and then Pierce comes running out to help Santana get her up in the inside staircase to bed. Once she’s settled and has taken a dose of her pills, Santana takes a deep breath and Whitney taps on the door.
“What can I do?” She asks helplessly.
“Mom, I’m okay, it’s just a little break.” Brittany yawns, tired from all the medication. “You and dad can go to bed.”
“Oh, honey.” Whitney comes over to Brittany’s side of the bed and kisses her forehead. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”
Once Whitney has said her good nights and Pierce comes in to do the same, Santana goes down the hall to Liam’s room. She kisses him and he murmurs in his sleep, trying to fight his body to talk to her. She’ll get up with him in the morning, exhausted as she is, because she wants things to be as normal as possible for him even though it’ll be difficult with Brittany down for the count. Once he’s tucked back under his blankets, she goes back into the bedroom and sees Brittany flipping through the channels on TV. She lifts Max and Oliver from their bed and guides her achingly full breasts to them so she can nurse them for the first time since early in the morning.
“I’m sorry, Santana.” Brittany whispers.
“Why are you sorry?”
“For not being more careful. It was a careless mistake and now...”
“Britt.” Santana shifts Max a little so she can kiss Brittany’s temple. “It was just an accident, we’ll figure it all out.”
“It’s just running through my head all I won’t be able to do with only one good leg.”
“Our focus is on getting you healed. Your parents are here, my mom isn’t far away, we have support to help us while you recover. If you want the privacy, we’ll keep you up here, if you want to be in the center of everything, we’ll get you downstairs and set up on the couch. I know you’re good on those crutches, but I don’t know how much you’ll feel like walking around at first.”
”It just...really hurts.”
“I broke my arm when I was seven. I don’t remember anything about it except how bad it hurt. Do you want a pill?”
“It hasn’t been long enough since they gave me the Vicodin at the hospital.” Brittany shakes her head. “I’ll wait, try to sleep, just...focus on something other than the pain.”
“Can I do anything?”
“Let’s just go to sleep.”
When Santana wakes up in the morning, she can tell by the way Brittany is snoring that she woke up and took another Vicodin during the night. Brittany is always so tough, it’s hard for Santana to know that she’s in so much pain. She gently kisses her forehead and slips out of bed. It’s earlier than she’d like to be up, Max and Oliver are still sleeping, but because she didn’t take an Ambien in case Brittany needed her, she’s awake.
She goes into the bathroom, takes a shower and brushes her teeth, coming out just in time for Oliver to start whining. Not wanting Brittany to get woken up, Santana lifts Oliver from the bassinet and then takes Max too, careful not to jostle him and wake him up. When she gets downstairs, Whitney is already awake and has made coffee, so she hands Santana a full mug once she puts Max down and has Oliver settled on her breast.
“Did you sleep at all?” Whitney asks Santana.
“Barely, I was so worried about Brittany. It’s a bad break and...I just...it’s stupid.”
“It’s probably not stupid.”
“Seeing her hurt is hard for me. She always has it so together and looking at her last night splayed on the kitchen floor in pain, it was just a lot.”
“You love her so intensely. As horrible as it is that she’s hurt, it makes me so glad to see the way you love her. I know you’ve been married over a year now, but I haven’t gotten to see this much before, I only know what Brittany tells me.”
“I’m sure there were a lot of not so great things.” Santana sighs.
“She’s never said a bad word about your love got her. She just worried about the difficulties you had after the twins were born.”
“She’s my rock. I’m trying to be a rock for her too.”
“You are.” Whitney pats Santana’s arm. “Trust me.”
Once Max is finished eating and Santana finishes her coffee, she goes upstairs, peeks into the bedroom to see that Brittany is still sleeping, then goes into Liam’s room. She knows that he’ll be up any minute, so she crawls under the covers with him, stroking his hair. She’s not sure how much he knows about what happened to Brittany, so she wants to be there as soon as he wakes up to answer any questions.
“Hi, Mommy Noodle.” He murmurs, burrowing into her side. “Why are you in my bed?”
“I just wanted to cuddle a little bit with you, Sir.”
“Is Mama sick? Gramma said she was at the hospital but not to get worried.”
“Mama broke her leg. She’s okay, but we’re going to have to be really careful with her. We can’t run and jump around her.”
“Can I cuddle her?”
“We’ll have to see how she feels, but I’m sure she’ll want a big hug from you.”
“Can I see how she feels now?”
“We can go see if she’s awake.” Santana mods. “But we need to be really quiet in case she’s still sleeping.”
Holding Liam’s hand, Santana creeps down the hall. When they get to the bedroom, Brittany is sitting propped up on the pillows frantically typing away on her phone. Liam’s smile is wide when he sees that she’s awake and he climbs up on the bed so carefully to get to her side. He lays his head on Brittany and she pulls him as close as she can, hugging him tightly.
“Mama, I was so scared when Gramma told me you had to go to the hospital.”
“Can I tell you a secret, bud?”
“Yes, I can keep secrets. But Mommy Noodle can know too.”
“You’re right.” Brittany smiles. “She can.”
“My secret is that I was scared to go to the hospital too. I haven’t had to go there for me since I was just bigger than you.”
“Me and Mommy Noodle and Maxie and Ollie went there.”
“You’re right, and that’s what reminded me to be brave.”
“Did you get a lollipop?”
“You know what?” She laughs. “It was so late that I forgot to ask for one.”
“Can we get some today?”
“It might be a little bit hard for me to go to the store, but I bet Mommy would get us some, maybe you can go with her?”
“Mommy Noodle, can we?”
“We can definitely do that. We’ll take Max and Oliver too, I bet they’d like a nice walk in the sunshine.” Santana tells him. “Grandma and Grandpa can stay with Mama when we go.”
“Honey, I’m fine if they have things to do. They’re here to look at houses.”
“We’ll figure it out. I don’t want to leave you here alone just yet.”
“Yeah, Mama.” Liam interjects. “We gotta take care of you.”
“Cuddling with you is helping a lot, Li.”
“Are you working on your phone?” Santana asks.
“I’m just sending an email to my department. I want them all to hear from me that I’ll be out for awhile. I’ll still do the scheduling and—“
“Liam, do you want to see if Grandma can get you breakfast?” Santana interrupts, wanting to have a heart to heart conversation with Brittany alone.
“Okay, Mommy Noodle.” He hugs Brittany once more and hops off the bed. “I’ll be back.”
“Britt, Sue wants you to do nothing this week. You’re hopped up on all kinds of pain killers, I can see from your face that they haven’t totally alleviated the pain. She told me you can talk next week and see what you’re up to doing but that she’s taking care of things for now.”
“Santana, it’s my department.”
“When I was out before the twins were born, you made sure that I was relaxing. Now I’m going to do the same for you.”
“I’m fine.” Brittany insists.
“You shattered two bones. You’re not fine.”
“I’m fine enough to work from home.”
“Look. Sue is not going to let you do it, so you can insist to me as much as you want. But remember what it felt like when I was the one saying I could do everything.”
“That was different.”
“No it wasn’t.” Santana shakes her head. “Both situations are about medical advice. I don’t want to argue with you.”
“I’m sorry.” Brittany rubs her temples. “I hardly slept last night and I’m just frustrated the happened. I just...it’s hard to step away.”
“I know that better than anyone and I get that it’s worse for toy because you have a whole department counting on you. But just take a few days, adjust to your medication, get some sleep.”
“I think I actually want to go downstairs, but I really don’t know how to do that.”
“We’ll take it one step at a time.”
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some-cookie-crumbz · 6 years
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Your Kidge married hc were so cute! I will wait for part 2!!!!!
Hopefully a Part 2.1 will suffice for now! I ended up talking about their first baby a lot more than I intended, so I’m going to break this down by each child and then do a post where I focus primarily on the whole family dynamic!
Forewarning that there will be some mentions of Allurance in all these parts, but I’m not tagging it because they aren’t given any real focus. Additionally, since I know some of thisstuff can squick some people out, warning that there will be somewhat-detailedtalk about pregnancy, birth, and what exactly comes in the early stages with anewborn so please be wary if such things make you uncomfortable.
The First Baby
They talk a lot about children before they end upconceiving; specifically in the later years of their dating and throughouttheir engagement. Despite neither one of them being very social people, familyis undoubtedly a huge thing for both of them. Pidge’s family – the Holts – meana lot to her and she likes the idea of having a few kids of her own someday.For Keith, the idea of having a family unit comprised of his own actual kin –since all he’s got left is Krolia and maybe Nana Eve too idk
Pidge doesn’t actually get morning sickness with their firstbaby. She also doesn’t realize that she missed her periods because she was toofocused on her work, and actually finds out at one of her regular check-ups.
She’s about eleven weeks along at the time, with her duedate being placed in the mid-to-late October range, and is thrown for a completeloop. Not a bad loop, just a Holy-Shit-I-Wasn’t-Expecting-This-Today kind ofloop.
She actually calls Keith to tell him after she’s done withthe rest of her appointment.
“Hey, Keith.”
“Hey Pidge. How’d the doctor visit go?”
“Well, uh… I got some interestingnews…”
“Oh yeah?”
“I might… Kinda… Sorta… Be a little bit pregnant…?”
“…”
“…”
“… Uh… How can you be kindaa little bit pregnant?”
While Pidge heads home, Keith mulls over the news andrealizes that Pidge is pregnant with ababy and she’s gonna give birth to ababy and they’re gonna be parents toa baby and they’re gonna have a start to a little family with a baby anD HOLY CROW A BABY!!!
The minute Pidge walks in the door he scoops her up and justkisses her and she’s absolutely confused for a tick. But then she sees how he’sgrinning at her and how big his eyes are and she realizes that they’re wateringjust a bit and she catches on. She nuzzles up into him and cuddles him and theyjust kinda stay there swaddled together for a long time and bask in theirexcitement.
They decide to tell everyone all together at a bigget-together two weeks from when they find out. They get together with theirfamilies and the other Paladins at least once a month to catch up and shoot theshit.
They both have to try really hard to keep it to themselvesthroughout dinner until finally, after they eat, they chime in that they havean announcement to share.
Pidge is the one who actually comes right out and says thatshe’s pregnant, with Keith preening right beside her.
Colleen is immediately in excited tears and darts over tohug them both, tickled pink at having a grandbaby to dote on. Samuel gets alittle misty-eyed himself and hugs each of them in turn, kissing Pidge’s foreheadand giving Keith’s back a good and hearty pat respectively. Coran also flies into hysterical, excited tears.
Matt gives Keith a playful punch in the shoulder and makes ajoke about not congratulating the guy on getting laid with his little sister.Pidge rolls her eyes and tells Matt he’s just jealous she gets it more than hedoes.
Lance and Allura both offer their excited congratulations,admitting that they’ve been trying for a baby of their own and will hopefullybe joining them soon.
Hunk gets a little weepy and promises to help them with anypainting, building, etc. they need to do in preparation.
Krolia slips away when everyone’s distracted without a word.Keith is pretty upset about it, since he was hoping his mom would be excited tobe a grandma, but he lets it go and instead focuses on being happy with theothers.
Keith is very emotional about being a Dad™ and it makesPidge emotional about having a Family™. They feed off of one another’sFeelings™ completely.
In regards to changes to the diet and schedule, Pidgestruggles with lowering her caffeine intake and making sure she gets her sleepschedule under control.
Pidge has been dependent on caffeine since she was like15/16, okay? How else do you think she got through early morning Garrison classesand late-night Garrison hackings?
Keith sees how hard it is for her, so he starts finding waysto help her out with it. Specifically, he finds out how to make fruit smoothiesfor her to substitute her morning cup of coffee.
In regards to her sleep schedule, Pidge mostly adjusts to anormal sleep schedule because her staying up late starts to stress Keith out alittle it and she doesn’t like that. Plus, once she gets further along in thepregnancy, she feels tired more often and sleeps more simply because she alwaysfeels tired.
With them going to bed around the same time, they cuddle alot more. Once Pidge starts showing more and the baby starts moving, Keithloves sleeping with one hand on her belly so he can feel them moving. Somenights, when the baby gets really restless, it sometimes seems like Keithgently rubbing where they most recently kicked seems to help soothe them, too,so Pidge is absolutely fine with it.
Keith makes sure to attend every doctor’s appointment with Pidge,to see how she and the baby are both doing. When they reach the point they canfind out the gender, they decide to go for it since they’d been struggling withnames and maybe having a gender will help.
They are happily informed that they are expecting a littlegirl! They’re both absolutely thrilled by the news, and picking names becomes abit more streamlined.
They also get a hospital bag ready once Pidge is about amonth out from her due date. Inside are some spare clothes for Pidge, as well asthe onesie they decided to they wanted to bring the baby home in. It’s darkblue with stars and comets all over it, and a little flying saucer on the frontthat says “Outta This World!” They pick this for obvious reasons, I think.
Pidge starts feeling a little weird late into the evening onOctober 29th, but she passes it off as just being exhausted. Sheends up waking up at nearly eleven, though, and gets up to use the bathroom. Keithnotices she got up and lays there, waiting for her to come back to bed, dozingin and out of it.
“K-Keith, are you awake?”
“… Hm! Y-Yeah, I’m up! What’s up?”
“I… I’m pretty sure it’s time…”
“W-What?” *flails uselessly and topples over the side of thebed*
“I’m pretty sure my water just broke… And that these crampsaren’t just cramps…”
“Okay, we got this! We’ve prepared for this!”
Keith gets Pidge the cheap slippers she bought, just forthis situation, and helps her get to the car. He makes sure to grab thehospital bag and rushes them there. Once they arrive at the hospital, Keithsends out a mass text to everyone letting them know that Pidge is in thehospital and the baby will be born soon.
It takes about seven hours of agonizing labor, and by theend of it Keith has lost all feeling in his left hand, but at 6:48 A.M. on October30th, Keith and Pidge become the proud parents of Amber Rose Kogane!
Keith playfully refers to her the best late birthday gift he has ever received.
Amber ends up having Pidge’s eyes, which is where her firstname comes from, while they select Rose as her middle name because Keith wasonce the Red Paladin, and being Paladins was what brought the couple together.Other than that, she ends up with dark hair like Keith as well as his palecomplexion, but gets Pidge’s button nose.
Everyone gives Keith and Pidge a little time to relax andsleep before they start cropping up to visit and meet the darling little girl.In that time, Pidge gets taught how to properly breast feed, as well as bothshe and Keith being shown how to change a diaper properly, specifically asconcerns involving yeast infections are a higher risk to newborn baby girls ifthey aren’t kept clean or wiped thoroughly. They also manage to sneak in a fewhours of sleep.
Colleen and Samuel are the first two to come by, with anextra little gift. Colleen went ahead and knitted a little peach colored baby blanketfor Amber, which has Pidge watery-eyed and Keith beaming. Matt shows up not toolong after that and, being a good big brother, comes bearing snacks and sodasfor the groggy new parents. Allura, Lance, and Coran are the three to show upnext, followed closely by Hunk and then Shiro.
The hospital normally doesn’t let this many people in to oneroom to visit a newborn baby and mother, but Universe-Saving-Paladins-of-Voltron and allthat can get you some nifty little exceptions.
Everyone gets a turn to hold Amber and coo at her, thoughadmittedly Colleen and Lance tend to hog her the most. Lance tries to excuse itas simply being a matter of needing to know how to hold a baby for when he hasone of his own. Keith calls bullshit.
Pidge and Amber only have to spend one whole night in thehospital to be monitored and then they can go home. When the little family ofthree pulls up, they’re surprised to see what is clearly a Blade cruiser parkedin the front yard. Krolia is leaning against the cruiser, fiddling with asmall, long box in her hands. Pidge side-eyes Keith before indicating he gotalk to his mother while she gets Amber out of the car. Krolia perks up whileKeith approaches her.
“Uh… Hi, Mom… It’s been… A while…”
“Yes, I do apologize for that. I had to take care of somethingimportant.”
“Didn’t even stick around long enough to let us know how youfelt about having a grandkid, in fact.” *Said with only a little bit of malice.*
“Well, it was a legitimate reason. I came here to being youthe gift I got for the baby.” *Said with only a lot of defensiveness*
Pidge approaches them with Amber’s little car seat slungover one of her arms and Krolia immediately melts, looking at the dozing infantinside. They all head inside and Pidge passes Amber to Krolia once they getsettled. While she quietly cooes over her granddaughter and aks Pidge aboutthis or that about the newborn, Keith opens the little box she brought.
Inside is a brand new bonafided luxite blade.
Turns out Krolia had gone searching to find some more of themineral and then, upon retrieving some, gone looking for a blacksmith thatcould properly sculpt it into a working blade.
Keith is simultaneously touched and exasperated by the gift.Like, Krolia could have at least stayed a little longer to bask in the glow ofthe news and then gone off. Then again, he knows that she still sometimesstruggles with the whole Being-Responsible-And-Involved-With-A-Family Thing.
She vows to come by and visit as often as she can. She also reveals she has about seven or eight more luxite blades in her cruiser for anyother kids they have. Keith is a little less endeared and a little moreexasperated by this.
“But why did you getso many?”
“I wasn’t sure how many offspring a human has at once! My brotherUdurat was mated to a Patuvian and they can produce as many as five to nineoffspring at one time!”
“…”
“…”
“I have an uncle namedUdurat?”
Anyway, back to the matter at hand! Amber and her parents!
Babies are typically pretty dull for the first six-sevenweeks since they haven’t started figuring out expressions or noises or anythinglike that. It’s mostly just a grace period for parents to try and figure outwhat they’re doing before their baby becomes more like an actual little person.
Once she starts figuring things out, Amber is a veryexpressive and happy little thing. For the longest time, she doesn’t know howto laugh, so instead she just kinda wears a big grin and shrieks for all she’sworth instead. Pidge and Keith find this simultaneously adorable and hilarious.
*Keith comes home from work* “I’m home.”
*Amber’s eyes get wide and her mouth gapes wide in a bigtoothless grin and starts panting and bouncing in her seat*
“Who is that, Amber? Is that your Daddy?” *Pidge, alreadystarting to snort in anticipation*
“AaaahhhhHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAHHHhhhahhhhh!”
“Happy to see you, too, baby girl.”
Keith still goes on his morning runs, but he invests in alittle baby sling and takes Amber with him. He makes sure that she’s beenrecently nursed before he does – which isn’t hard, since Amber is an earlyriser like her Daddy – so that Pidge can get some more sleep while he gets tohave some Daddy-Baby time with her. He even buys Amber her own little babyvisor so the sun doesn’t get in her eyes.
Pidge gets the first genuine smile from Amber, but Keithgets the first laugh.
Amber struggles to figure out how to crawl. Like, she worksout how to roll herself on to her tummy, but she just doesn’t know what to dowith her arms. So she’ll just lay there on the ground, little butt in the air,staring at wherever she wants to go to like thatwill make her move. Again, Keith and Pidge are absolutely floored by theridiculous cuteness of their child.
She takes her first steps from Keith to Pidge while they’resitting on her little playmate with her in her room. They weren’t actuallyworking on her walking, either; she’d gotten good at standing at that point, sothey were just having her stand while they got her dressed to go to a familyget together. Pidge had been looking for the shoes that went with the littledress they picked, and Amber decided that she wanted to help look, apparently,and bam! She’s waddling her way across the floor to her Mommy.
Her first word is shouted in a way that Keith and Pidge findhilariously aggressive for such a tiny thing as her.
*Keith in the other room* “Hey, Pidge, did you finishgetting the grocery list together?”
“Uh, not yet.” *Trying to get Amber to take a little tether toy*“Aw, come one, sweetie. This is nice and cold! It’ll help with those achy littlegums!”
*Pokes his head around the corner* “Still refusing hertethers?”
“Oh, absolutely. She’s just so ridiculously stubborn.”*Small huff.*
*Amber is shoving the toy away with sharp barks of protest*
“Gee, I wonder where she gets that from…” *A small,sarcastic laugh.
“DADA!” *Shoutedwith every fiber of feeling in her tiny body and paired with a dramatic turn ofher head to look at him*
*Cue Mommy and Daddy McFreakin’ Losin’ It.*
This is all for this part for now, but I promise to have thenext part with Baby #2 out as soon as I can! x3
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Natural Solutions To The Problem Of Recurring Yeast Infections
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Natural Solutions To The Problem Of Recurring Yeast Infections Although women often suffer from vaginal yeast infections, men can also experience these disruptions. Besides the vagina, yeast can spread out to underneath the breast, under the nail beds and skin folds, under dentures, almost any place that conditions are wet. Yeast infections are infamous for the awful itching that generally accompanies them. Pharmacies may sell various treatment options and creams which can provide temporary relief, although it is almost inevitable that the infection will return reasonably soon. Yeast infections that get to being chronic can lead to such serious problems as diabetes and infections of the urinary tract. Are there any steps to clear yeast from the body in the long term? There are some very good natural solutions to the problem of recurring yeast infections. Maintaining a good pH balance in your body is important, as this balance will help prevent yeast infections. Also, getting rid of excess sugar can help deprive yeast of its food. Good health is reliant on having a healthy diet, but sometimes a bit more direct help is needed when battling a yeast infection. Placing one clove of garlic straight into the vagina every couple of hours can help to bring relief. Those suffering from itching created by a yeast infection located in other areas of the body can be relieved by having a garlic tablet or swallowing a garlic clove. Garlic will not only fight yeast infections, but it will also lower blood pressure and cholesterol levels. Introducing some apple cider vinegar to your hot bath at night can help to ease the itching that can come with a yeast infection. Likewise, using plain yogurt is also a good method to rid your body of Candida yeast overgrowth. Remember to drink plenty of water each day, too, to make certain that excess sugar is washed away before it can offer food for the yeast. Just a reminder, that I have the full article of Yeast Infection Cures, which you might wish to See: How to Cure a Yeast Infection Oral thrush, a yeast infection of the mouth, is most often located in babies and young children. Adults can also be met with this unpleasant infection, too. Sores which seem like white patches appear within the mouth and on top of the gums, and bleed when scratched. You can help to cure a mouth yeast infection by drinking cool liquids, but make sure these drinks are sugar-free. The yeast will starve if little sugar enters the mouth. Many people also get relief by rinsing out their mouths with salt water. This is useful but tastes quite unpleasant. Most women suffering from yeast infections can find treatment through over the counter creams and natural remedies. There are times, however, when the inability to clear yeast from the body will be a sign that something else is wrong. Serious, underlying medical conditions may be the reason for constant yeast infections. Return yeast infections can also result in the person developing diabetes, too. Diabetics generally suffer from frequent yeast infections because of sugar levels within their blood. Drug resistance, where either the patient or the infective agent develops immunity to a certain medication, can be a problem when dealing with constant yeast infections. Speaking to your physician regarding this can be wise, and a course of treatment alternating between prescription and non-prescription remedies are normally the way to go. A yeast infection is best handled quickly before it spreads and causes more trouble. Natural remedies are often all that’s necessary to clear up a yeast infection. I hoped you gained some good value from reading this report, I also have a review of a great product that you might want to check out here: Normal Yeast Infection As Well As Effective Remedy For Thrush The most typical symptoms of yeast infection are usually itching along with the experiencing involving irritability in the vaginal area; inflammation or perhaps swelling of the vulva; the whitened, thick, distressing release that seems similar to cottage type cheese along with which has no aroma, despite the fact that it sometimes could give an impression of Candida; the sensation involving using whenever urinating or even having sexual intercourse. Today Symptoms of Yeast Infection is not a new foreigner towards the entire body. The idea expands typically on and inside the body. specifically wants to develop beneath damp, warm conditions. It is usually found developing in the vaginal area, foreskin from the penile, as well as in skin color folds. Normally the body continues the level of thrush in check. Within the vaginal area, you will find there are special bacteria whose job would be to keep your yeast coming from overgrowing. These kinds of bacteria keep your vagina acid preventing the actual overgrowth from the fungus. Every single 3 beyond a number of ladies experience at least one Candida albicans during her lifetime; a lot of expertise persistent bacterial infections. It is possible to reduce the probability of recurrent attacks simply by practicing a few deterring actions:Always don whitened natural cotton panties – Plastic as well as Lyra may trap oxygen and make the mating floor regarding thrush. Keep the outside genital area neat and dry. Avoid antibiotics – Avoid antibiotics and given, since they destroy your competing germs and invite Candida to be able to overgrow. Prevent aggravating as well as fragrant soap, oral atomizers Modify tampon’s and also hygienic napkins regularly – After boating, adjust swiftly into dried up garments rather than being placed in a moist bathing suit regarding extended durations. Consider antibiotics just as determined by a medical doctor – In the event that suffering from diabetes, try to retain tight control more than blood sugar levels. Avoid oral birth control methods if you have the candidacies. Steer clear of using petroleum-based lubrication for penile lubrication through intercourse. Try using water-based lubrication. Symptoms of Yeast Infection contain irritation and also using. There are many different ways of dealing with a yeast infection. The majority of prescription drugs function reducing the actual increasing number of yeast. This sort of therapy performs for the signs and symptoms of the actual Candida, not the reason. In order to avoid the occurrence of the yeast infection, it’s a wise decision to wear loose installing clothes, nor use soaked clothes say for example a swimsuit for extended durations. Good dental hygiene, such as daily scrubbing along with flossing along with utilizing an antiseptic mouth wash, is an ought to. In the event that a yeast infection has evolved, throw out and exchange any and all contaminated toothbrushes. So as to reduce multiplication regarding an infection, regularly rinse palms. It is also important to rinse out the particular mouth area out there together with water immediately after having a fluid antibiotic in order to maintain the total amount involving bacteria in the jaws. It is very important to take these types of wise practice procedures in order to avoid your contraction as well as distributed regarding thrush and to maintain suitable stability involving yeast infection. Additionally, preserving a balanced and healthy diet and constraining using antibiotics will certainly encourage a balanced level of yeast infection systems and also control the particular incident and also the harshness of these candica microbe infections. Persistent symptoms of yeast infection have got signs or symptoms which vary with respect to the location of the infection. This kind of contamination is very present with women. Their signs include a new white-colored release which is scratchy and aggravating on the vaginal area. It can impact the surrounding outside tissue with the butt where a damp area shows up on the contiguous skin color from the butt. Candida yeast bacterial infections in addition to distress through sexual intercourse and also a burning discomfort while urinating. Once you douche a person alter the normal citrus atmosphere with the vagina. this could ensure it is easy for the actual yeast to overgrow as well as result in a yeast infection. 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I haven’t had to enter treatment for alcohol abuse, but if I did, it would be completely covered. When I threw out my back (again) a few months ago, all my treatment was covered, and when I ended up in the hospital because the muscle relaxants I was prescribed gave me serotonin syndrome, I never received a bill. I see my trauma therapist and psychiatrist and attend group therapy for free, and when I went for four hours of neuropsychological testing to confirm my ADHD diagnosis, all it cost me was time. The same was true when I got an IUD (at Planned Parenthood, bless them), which I use for birth control and to eliminate my formerly monstrous periods. Are you getting the picture? None of my pre-existing conditions affect my life in any way because I’m covered by a system that’s essentially the same as the Affordable Care Act. The only costs I incur are for my six medications: Seroquel, two types of Depakote, Klonopin, Effexor, and Adderall. They each cost $3.65 per month, $21.90 all told. That’s the extent of the financial obligation to my health, apart from prescriptions for routine things, like strep throat (I’m prone to it) or UTIs and yeast infections. Even then, there’s some wiggle room. According to my MassHealth handbook, I never have to pay more than $250 in any given year for prescriptions and if I can’t afford a copayment, all I have to do is tell my pharmacist. Legally, they still have to give my the medication and the fee is “put on my tab,” as it were. Setup Timeout Error: Setup took longer than 30 seconds to complete. If I applied for insurance under AHCA policies and was denied, I would end up paying around $100 per hour for therapy, $125 to 285 per hour for psychiatry, about $50 per session for group therapy, and $588.42 for my medications (using a discount card). My basic mental health care costs would be $1,688.42 to $2,328.42 per month, hundreds more than I make. Even by cutting every possible cost (canceling my cell phone, placing the full burden of household expenses on my partner, and never spending a cent on clothes, personal care products, or other “extras”), I’d still come up short. There is also the possibility that, if Massachusetts adopted the AHCA’s guidelines, I would end up in a high-risk insurance pool, a state-created health care market for people who are especially sick or who were denied other health insurance coverage. The problem is that whereas “normal” insurance companies receive premiums from healthy people to cover the costs of the sick, no such offset exists in these pools. As a result, premiums and deductibles skyrocket, yearly and lifetime coverage costs can be limited, and what coverage there is tends to be inadequate. Even still, people end up on waitlists for this impotent insurance because there isn’t enough funding to meet demand. But let’s say I could afford a premium of $298.75 to $478 per month, a deductible of about $10,000 per year, and that I wouldn’t end up on a waitlist. Even then, I’d most likely be subject to a waiting period during which treatment for my pre-existing conditions would not be covered. As of 2013, Massachusetts’ group health plans allowed a maximum exclusion period —the period during which insurers can refuse to cover treatment related to pre-existing conditions— of six months, half a year in which I’d be paying that $1,688.42 to $2,328.42 a month, plus hundreds more for insurance that wouldn’t cover my basic needs. Since my treatment and medication would cost so much with insurance, I might even be tempted to go without—as I imagine many others in my situation would. However, Section 133 of the bill would almost eliminate any desire to get coverage if my financial situation changed; it forces insurers to increase premiums by 30 percent for anyone with a break in coverage of 62 days or more. Anyone with pre-existing conditions, especially those who also experience financial difficulty, would be practically legislated into debt, whether they chose to seek coverage or not. The state itself might not even feel that it’s worthwhile to make a high-risk pool. Section 132 of the AHCA states that in order to receive their share of funding to create these pools, they have to match federal funds “at a rate that grows from 7 percent in 2020 to 50 percent in 2026.” That probably has something to do with the AHCA also repealing the tanning tax and the Net Investment Income Tax, and would allow insurance companies to deduct employee salaries of $500,000 or more. Hey, the money to take care of sick people has to come from somewhere. But it won’t be from tanning salons that cause skin cancer or the richest 2 percent of the population. Certainly not from the insurance companies that pay next to nothing in taxes, anyway. My worries about the AHCA extend beyond my own health. My partner, to whom I’m committed in all but marriage, has often helped me financially. He works full time at a marketing firm and his paychecks are steady, whereas mine are sporadic. I pay any bills under my own name, but we negotiate rent, food, and creature comforts based on the state of my checking account. I mention this only because he has four pre-existing conditions of his own: ADHD, anemia, depression and hypertension, and has a family history of seven more: addiction, asthma, brain cancer, high cholesterol, obesity, sleep apnea, and ulcers. Although he receives health insurance through his employer, he’s still not safe. The mandate that large employers must provide affordable health insurance to their employees would be repealed under the AHCA, as would the penalty for large employers that don’t cover essential health benefits, like pregnancy costs and preventative medicine (not to mention the mental health coverage we both need). His company might decide to cut costs in one of two ways: by offering cheap plans that don’t cover essential benefits, or by offering expensive plans that do. Either way, his plan couldn’t deny or change his coverage based on the AHCA, but if we were to throw aside our choice of commitment and marry so I could be covered as his dependent, we might not be able to afford it due to my health history. If the AHCA were to pass, I’d be left in a precarious situation. Under AHCA policies, cost sharing for low-income individuals like myself would be gone by 2020, as would the premium assisted tax credit, which allows me to receive a return on the unused amount come tax time. The heightened costs of health care (or going without care due to those costs) would push my anxiety through the roof. I have already been admitted to inpatient psychiatric units twice for this reason, and, under the AHCA, I’m sure I would soon be back. According to the Department of Health and Human Services, there were 67 million women who met the narrow definition of a pre-existing condition in 2014, 8 million people in my age group (25 to 34), and 45 million Americans who qualified on the basis of a behavioral health disorder. I may be just one, but I am one among millions whose lives would be irreparably sabotaged by the American Health Care Act, a bill that treats the health of American citizens with anything but care. Liz Lazzara is an essayist and mental health advocate living and working in Boston, MA. She is currently working on a memoir about complex post-traumatic stress disorder.
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Uncover The Extraordinary Facts Concerning Sign Of Candidiasis
How do i tell if I have a yeast infection? Joella*A girl usually notices certain things if she has a vaginal candidiasis.
It’s best to see a doctor if you believe you might have a yeast infection, or if you have anything different happening, like changes in your vaginal discharge. Other infections can cause comparable symptoms, including some sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) if you’ve ever had sex. In the event that you don’t have a family group doctor, you can visit a health clinic like Planned Parenthood.
Vaginal itching, irritation, and discharge could mean you have an infection from yeast, but they can be symptoms of something else.
Most women will get at least one candidiasis in their lifetime –here’s how to recognize and treat the itchy and sometimes painful condition.
There are a number of candidiasis symptoms in women that might signal it’s time for a trip to the doctor.
Vaginal yeast infections are caused by an organism called Candidiasis, and symptoms include vaginal itching, burning, discharge, and pain with urination.
A fungal infection of the genitals make a difference anyone.
Most healthy vaginas have yeast. But sometimes your yeast grows too much resulting in an infection. Yeast infections can be quite irritating and uncomfortable.
How Long Should It Take To Cure A Yeast Infection?
This depends upon two factors: how severe the problem is and how it’s treated. Mild yeast-based infections may clear up in only three days and nights. Sometimes, they don’t even require treatment. But modest to severe infections may take one or two weeks to clear.
How Do You Be Rid Of An Infection From Yeast At Home?
Home remedies: Over-the-counter treatments. Antifungal treatments by means of ointments or pessaries can be bought over-the-counter to treat yeast infections. Boric acid. Genital boric acid capsules can work for women with a yeast infection. Tea tree oil. Probiotic supplements. Natural yogurt. Coconut oil. Garlic. Oil of oregano. [1]
How Will You Get An Infection From Yeast?
How To Take Care Of Yeast Infection Under Breast – Youtube
Several factors can cause a candidiasis, including:antibiotics (they decrease the amount of Lactobacillus [“good bacteria”] in the vagina)pregnancy.uncontrolled diabetes.weak immune system.poor eating habits, including a lot of sugary foods.hormonal imbalance near your menstrual period.stress.lack of sleep.
Can A Yeast Infection Turn Into A Std?
Conditions that can mimic an infection from yeast. Six possible causes of symptoms that could masquerade as yeast infections include: Sexually transmitted attacks (STDs): Some STDs can cause irritability and present with an itchy release and a slight odor. Included in these are trichomoniasis, herpes and genital warts.
How Long Does Indeed It Take For An Infection From Yeast To Disappear Completely?
Mild yeast-based infections may get rid of in only three times. Sometimes, they don’t even require treatment. But modest to severe attacks may take one to two weeks to clear.
Do Yeast Infections Go Away Independently?
A mild candidiasis may go away on its own, but this is uncommon. It is always a good idea to treat an infection from yeast, even if it’s mild. If yeast infections aren’t treated properly, they will return. Treatments for yeast-based infections soothe the afflicted area and target the overgrown Candida fungus. This two times action reduces the itching and burning up and restores a healthy balance of fungus and bacteria.
The Length Of Time Can A Yeast Infection Last?
This will depend on two factors: how severe the infection is and how it’s treated. Mild yeast-based infections may clear up in only three days. Sometimes, they don’t even require treatment. But average to severe infections may take one to two weeks to clear. [2]
May I Give My Partner A Yeast Infection?
For instance, if you have thrush and perform oral sex on another person, you can potentially give that person a yeast infection. However, giving your partner an infection from yeast really isn’t all of that common. [3]
Just How Long Do Yeast-based Infections Last?
This depends on two factors: how severe chlamydia is and exactly how it’s treated. Mild yeast-based infections may get rid of in only three days and nights. Sometimes, they don’t even require treatment. But average to severe infections may take one or two weeks to clear.
How Do U Know If You Have An Infection From Yeast?
3 Foods To Avoid For Candidiasis Cure – Youtube
A woman usually notices certain things if she’s a vaginal yeast infection. She may have itching and irritation in the vagina; swelling and irritation of the vulva (the folds of skin beyond your vagina); pain or burning when peeing or having sex; or thick, white vaginal discharge that looks a lttle bit like cottage cheese.
What Is The Fastest Way To Remove A Yeast Infection?
Home remedies: Over-the-counter treatments. Antifungal treatments by means of ointments or pessaries can be bought over-the-counter to treat yeast-based infections. Boric acid. Genital boric acid capsules can work for ladies with an infection from yeast. Tea tree oil. Probiotic supplements. Natural yogurt. Coconut oil. Garlic. Oil of oregano.
How Does A Man Know If He Has An Infection From Yeast?
Although uncommon, men can get an infection from yeast by having unsafe sex with a woman with candidal vaginitis. It usually appears as small white spots, redness, or a dry, peeling rash on the penis associated with itching, irritation, or burning.
References
https://www.everydayhealth.com/yeast-infection/guide/treatments/home-remedies/
https://www.healthline.com/health/womens-health/how-long-does-yeast-infection-last
https://www.elitedaily.com/p/can-you-give-a-guy-a-yeast-infection-its-definitely-possible-heres-what-you-need-to-know-2975829
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Health PSA: Topical Yeast Infections.
So I went through this very recently and I thought the info might be useful because I wish I had known this when it started. I’m going to get into some health stuff so it might be TMI for some of you so if you’re grossed out by weird things that bodies do, don’t read further. This post is specifically for girls/afab people mostly because the stuff I’m about to talk about involves breasts and probably doesn’t happen to guys/amab people but anyone can read and reblog. TMI stuff starts now. TL;DR at the bottom. So a while ago, out of the blue, I experienced abnormal sweating in my underboob region. I thought nothing of it. I’m a sweaty person and the months were getting warmer so I figured it was either a hormonal thing or just a seasonal thing. Problems arose when that sweating evolved to other symptoms such as a foul smell, itching, and burning.  I’m going to describe my symptoms for a diagnostic reference but your symptoms may vary. Sweat in the region was more than double what I normally experience, replenished quickly (i.e. toweling off only brought temporary dryness and the area was wet again within a few hours of sedentary activity.) was slightly sticky and smelled extremely foul. The best I can describe it as is a combo bad body odor, a light aroma of rotting flesh/garbage, and a slightly sweet smell. Rash developed a bit less than a week in and recurred no matter how often I washed myself. Washing only brought temporary relief to the itching sensation (felt slightly like widespread bug bite and slightly like pins and needles. Breast shifting caused excruciating pain, particularly when bending forward. It felt like the weight of my breasts was ripping my skin. Scratching the area made it burn like rubbing lemon on a scrape. Scratching also exacerbated the oozing problem and made the area even more sticky. My mom told me it was probably a hygiene thing. (I have depression and find it hard to bathe sometimes.) Several sources also described this as a hygiene problem and recommended putting deodorant or baby powder on the area to prevent wetness. And it helped... for maybe a couple of hours. But the rash got so bad that it was occurring daily, even when I washed and it got so bad that the pain made me weep. I was desperate for relief and finally found the answer. IF YOU’RE EXPERIENCING RASH, ODOR, AND STICKY OOZING IN YOUR UNDERBOOB REGION, IT PROBABLY ISN’T A HYGIENE PROBLEM! It turned out to be a yeast infection! Usually we think of this as something that causes uncomfortable burning in the vaginal region. But I was surprised to find that it can thrive anywhere sufficiently wet and dark, making the area under your breasts and even your armpits a prime place for yeast to thrive.  SOLUTION: Launder your bra immediately. IMMEDIATELY. After a lot of thought I realized that this issue only arose AFTER I BOUGHT A NEW BRA. I very likely picked it up from someone who transferred it to the bra when they tried it on like I did in the fitting rooms! If your bra can’t be laundered normally, spray the area that touches the infected area of your body with vinegar (typically the lower lip where the wire is for an underwire bra and the lower band for a sports bra) and leave the bra to dry in the sun. Next, to soothe the rash, you can try aloe (it might sting so only try a dab and wait a moment) or diaper cream (again, just try a dab first and only spread it over the area if it doesn’t sting. No reason to cause undue pain since this will not treat the infection, it will only soothe it.) When the area feels alright to touch apply an anti fungal powder. (I used an anti fungal foot powder. Any OTC anti fungal powder should work fine, but they do have special meds for topical yeast infections.) Apply the powder generously and avoid wearing a bra for a few days. This led to IMMEDIATE results for me. The diaper cream was a god send because it made the area hurt so much less and after laundering the bra and using the powder I have been rash free for a month now. My level of sweating is back to normal, too. TL;DR: If you experience an abnormal amount of sweating under your breasts and the area is sticky, itchy, burns, or is foul smelling, IT PROBABLY ISN’T A HYGIENE PROBLEM! It is probably a yeast infection! Anti fungal powder like for athlete’s foot should cure the infection, and aloe or diaper cream should help with the pain. Laundering your bra will also keep the infection from coming back and an infected bra may be how you acquired the infection in the first place. Disclaimer, I am not a doctor and this post is not intended to be a replacement for genuine medical aide. I am not responsible for any injury caused by attempted treatment. If your problem is a real concern, it should be diagnosed by a medical professional. This post is anecdotal evidence and may not be a reliable diagnostic aide and provides only a possible solution which may not be suitable for all rash problems. Follow the directions of any and all treatments you use when attempting to treat your rash. I am not responsible for your misuse of any of your treatment options. Legal blather, legal blather yadda yadda. I’m trusting you to be responsible here. Stay safe and fix your itch.
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A possible end
“I can’t do this anymore.”
It’s been a long time. And not just that. It’s also a long story. And exactly because of that, it’s been a long time. So let me just start from the beginning. But before that, let me add to the previous post something I forgot to mention: the Pregnyl was a nightmare. I had to mix it myself, but it was contained in glass thingies. I even cut my finger while breaking it. But that’s probably not happening anymore. And here’s why and how.
On the Sunday I talked about in my last article, we called the hospital to see if the frozen embryo survived. It did alhamdulillah and we could pick it up later that day. So we went, got the transfer, peace of cake. From that moment on, my husband started to become crazy, impatient and oooooverprotective and I on the other hand was somehow more relaxed than ever, fully trusting Allah’s plan for us.
Unlike the first (failed) time, I didn’t have any symptoms. No sore back beneath the shower, no fragile breasts, no nauseousness, no cramps when I expected them.. nothing typical. Even after the Pregnyl, which was full of HCG so I should get some pregnancy symptoms: nothing.
And then the menstrual cramps began on the weekend before my testing date, which was on a Friday according to my hospital, but Wednesday according to my cycle. So I didn’t think much of it. Just like all this time. I never had a strong feeling. I never thought it would fail, I never thought it would work. I’ve just been neutral all along.
As the testing date approached, I started getting weird dreams. Nightmares rather. I dreamed about people wanting to kill me. Sometimes a creepy man, sometimes ISIS.. And my husband dreamed about death aswell. In our family, when someone dreams about death, it has something to do with a new life. So someone might be pregnant or giving birth. Normally I’d get so much hope out of those dreams, but not then. I was still neutral about all of this.
Until the morning came on which I had to pee for a pregnancy test. I wanted to do it on the day I could according to my cycle, so I wouldn’t have to impatiently wait for my period to come or not. I was sure the test would be a BFN - I couldn’t even imagine it being a BFP because I never had one. I even told my husband to not stare and wait for something to come up on the test. And that now atleast he’ll feel what I felt everytime I looked at the test staying negative the whole 5 minutes in which you need to read it.
Anyway. So I went for a pee, gave the test to my husband (who desperately wanted to look at it first) and started to clean up the mess I made while doing the test in the first place. I went back, got back in bed and asked him: “Nothing yet?" He said he saw something. But it’s light grey. I said that a line is a line and asked if I could see. And then immediately yelled at him to give me the freaking test, even before he was even able to. And there it was: our first BFP.
It was wanted, unexpected, new, exciting, worrying and frightening all at the same time. I didn’t even know how to react. I didn’t even know how to feel. I desperately wanted to be the happiest I could ever be, but my fear got in the way of it. I was so afraid to be happy. To be happy for something that would perhaps end up in one big disappointment again. I just couldn’t be happier than worried. It would just be too good to be true, as if we hadn’t struggled enough yet to deserve it - even though we really did, but we just didn’t expect it yet, unlike the first try.
That day I started to notice the symptoms afterwards. I had been exhausted, a real witch towards my dearest husband, had some flow down under, the pizza that Monday before and the tomato soup that Tuesday before tasted só weird.. All those dreams about death. And then that night, while taking a shower, I noticed the blood veins on my breasts.
The next morning I took another test to see if the line would darken up. It was much darker than the day before, so I called the IVF team and admitted that I had tested before their date, but that it was positive and getting darker. So they scheduled an appointment for our first echo on 7 weeks.
Friday, the morning after, I took another test because oh well it was just lying there being the last one I had anyway. When I didn’t see the line being darker than the day before, but pretty much the same and sometimes even lighter, I started to worry even more. Somehow I wasn’t all that comfortable about all of this. Perhaps a foreboding, perhaps a natural and logical reaction to something finally positive after all these years and struggles.
Those three weeks waiting were long, but doable. At 5 weeks and something, I noticed 1 drop of blood on the toiletpaper after bowel movement. Which wasn’t that well because of the pregnancy. Also I thought it could be because of the irritation of a yeast infection. I worried about it for a little but then forgot about it again.
Then at 6 weeks, I had to go to the toilet that night and again had some blood afterwards. I didn’t really think much of it again and went to bed. The next morning, it felt wet down under and thought I just had flowed a lot that night. But because of the blood earlier, I was kind of worried. I checked it out and realized it was red. I got up, went to the toilet and was shocked by the amount of slimy dark brown flow I had when whiping. I called the IVF team, explained what was happening and then got assured that it wasn’t a miscarriage (yet) and that the baby would still be in there. As my echo was already scheduled the earliest possible, I had to wait until then and call when it would get worse.
Alhamdulillah it didn’t get worse and went away slowly. Because of the pregnancy, my bowel movement was awful. A few days later I had to go to the toilet again and again I lost some blood. I then knew it was because of the fragile situation down under with all the extra veins and blood and stuff.
And then all of a sudden, it was there: the day of our first echo. We went inside, I got undressed and sat in the chair. The IVF doctor entered the echo and I didn’t even have time to be impatient. I just watched and waited for something to be said. But she didn’t say anything. She just kept on moving the echo-thingy and zoom in and out. And then after some while she went all the way back and told us: “Well, this is your uterus.” And I was like, well yeah, obviously.
The doctor zoomed in again to where our little mini-us was. And then she zoomed in some little further. And then she showed us the little heartbeat. My husband approached and I said how sweet it was. We both fell in love right away. And then our world got crushed right away aswell, as the doctor immediately added that it didn’t look good. At all. She measured its size and monitored the heartbeat and then she told me to get dressed, so we could talk about it in the room next door, where her office was.
It was way too small (5mm instead of the expected 1cm) and the heartbeat was way too slow and unstable. She said that it would end up a miscarriage for 99% and that the 1% was just statistically there existing because of an unnatural exceptional improbable if not actually impossible super late implantation. My husband started crying, we got another check up for the week after and went back home. It was the most silent ride back home ever. Aside from the almost silently sobbing from the both of us. We didn’t even put on music.
The following days were depressing and unbelieveable. We were broken, but slowly adapting to the idea of that the cute tiny heartbeat of that little creature inside of my belly could stop anytime now. And before we knew, Christmas was there and with my family being European, we had to act all happy and normal. The last days before our next echo went super fast and we already got used to the probably negative outcome as much as possible.
At our second echo the doctor confirmed that it hadn’t grown anymore since week 6 and as I was watching along, I noticed out loud that I didn’t see the heart anymore either. She confirmed and wrapped up. She went to the office already where she awaited us and while I put back on my clothes, my husband told me that somehow he was relieved. And so was I.
As soon as we sat down, we talked about it a bit and then got to the practical business. We got offered three options. 1: To wait for the miscarriage to come up on its own, but not longer than 2 weeks. 2: To take some pills so I’d get the miscarriage within 24 hours, but it would still be naturally. And 3: D&C.
My husband and I had talked about it before obviously, as we already knew what was coming. I didn’t want to have it come naturally, as I already got menorrhagia and so this would literally be unbearable. Also, I would have to do the 3rd option anyway if I’d loose way too much blood - something which I already do on just a period, and obviously a miscarriage is worse. So the first and second option were scratched off the list right away, leaving open the third one only.
So after our conversation, we went to the anesthesia department for an intake and afterwards went to have some blood taken from me. The next morning we went again for blood retrieval. And the morning after, our appointment for D&C was already there. And even though not really having had enough time to stress about it, I did. Especially about the infusion and the fear of feeling pain throughout the narcosis.
That morning we went from home at 6 AM. I had to get myself in a surgical gown without anything beneath it, I got a bracelet and had to get in bed and take some pills: one to calm down and two painkillers. After around 15 minutes I got picked up again and we went to the surgery department. The male nurse who gave me the ride was really nice and actually played with me, telling me to steer. I never had been hospitalized before, so I didn’t know I couldn’t steer and actually tried my best to steer along. When we almost arrived, he admitted it wasn’t possible to steer.
At that time, my husband told me goodbye and gave me a hug and a kiss on my forehead. I went in and another employee came for the hairnet and IV infusion - which went fine actually, didn’t hurt one bit. I then had to wait to get picked up again, but while waiting there was this woman who got entered and after her her husband with a tiny little bed - meant for the baby she was about to give birth to. And there I was, with a lifeless embryo inside of me waiting to get removed. As the woman got carried away, I couldn’t hold in my tears and started crying. Something I actually hadn’t done that much anymore before, after the day we had our first echo.
A nice young lady immediately came to me with a tissue and comforted me. She had seen what happened and directly knew what was up. Not long after my little breakdown, the same lady picked me up for the D&C to get started. I had to get up and get on the surgery table while still carrying the tissue in my hand. I explained them what happened and as the doctor started to comfort me again, I bursted into tears all over again. Then they distracted me with questions about what I do in life as they were preparing.
As soon as the narcosis went in, my vision went up and down and being the weird kid I am, I actually enjoyed it and asked them to do it again tomorrow, as I kinda liked it. Then I got this mask in front of my face for me to fall asleep. I talked about how the most frightening part was already over - the infusion - and how on earth I could’ve dreamed about becoming a vet while being so afraid of blood. But since I’m starting to get over it now with all of these procedures and with all of the bloody chickens I have to cut and clean for dinner, I might just become a vet one day anyway. My last words as I remember were “making chicken for dinner”.
And all of a sudden I woke up again in another room. It was weird, because I was already awake, but suddenly I got conscious again and it really felt as waking up except for already being awake. The young lady from earlier on gave me an icecream and after 5 minutes I was already able to go back to the nursing department. Funny detail: the day of the intake - which was 2 days earlier - my blood pressure was normal for normal people but high for me: 129/79. Right after D&C it was normal for me again: 100/60.
On the nursing department, I immediately went out of bed for a pee. I also got my own panties and another pad to change on the bathroom. The pad was huuuge and I asked if it would be possible to purchase them and the nure told me perhaps I could get it at my doctor’s. Anyway, one hour and a half later, the doctor came to visit me and told me it went fine. He told me that although it perhaps was a bit weird to say, but the fact that I got pregnant and for this long, it’s a great sign and that we’ve got great chances.
Ironically, the day I worried about the third line not darkening as much as I would’ve liked to, I told my husband that if this doesn’t work out well, atleast we know that implantation and getting pregnant is possible. As some sort of a comfort. While when we were on our way to the hospital for one of our (many) echoes before the FET, I told my husband that having a BFP and then a miscarriage would be so much worse than having a BFN to start with. And in the end, the last turned out to be closer to the truth than the first. Even though, ofcourse, the first is still true. But the second is just true-er if you ask my heart.
It’s been a couple of days now and my husband and I, even though having accepted the situation by now, are still broken. It’s still hard. And to some level it will always stay hard. But we’ve also decided temporarily - at least for the moment - that we don’t feel like continuing this treatment.
In 4 weeks we’ll have a check up. From now ‘til then we’ll see if our decision will be more definitive or undone insha’Allah.
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Signs Of A Yeast Infection In A Woman, What You Will Want To Know
OverviewA vaginal candidiasis is a fungal infection that causes irritation, discharge and extreme itchiness of the vagina and the vulva – the tissues at the vaginal opening. Vaginal yeast infection (also called vaginal candidiasis) impacts up to 3 out of 4 women sooner or later in their lifetimes.
Although a vaginal yeast infection isn’t considered a sexually transmitted infection, you can spread the fungus through mouth to genital contact. Medications can effectively treat vaginal yeast infections. An excessive amount of yeast in your vagina causes vaginal itching, burning and other classic signs or symptoms of an infection from yeast.
Vaginal itching, irritation, and discharge can often mean you have an infection from yeast, but they can also be symptoms of something else. There are a variety of yeast infection symptoms in women that might signal it’s time for a vacation to the doctor.
Most women experience at least two infections. Most women will get a vaginal yeast infection at some point in their life. Thrush is a common yeast infection that affects men and women.
How Do You Know Easily Have An Infection From Yeast Female?
Signs
The discharge has been described as having a cottage-cheese-like consistency. Other symptoms of a vaginal yeast infection include: An powerful itching of the vaginal or genital area. Redness, irritation, or soreness of the vagina or vulva in women; swelling of the vagina. [1]
Is An Infection From Yeast An Std?
Conditions that can mimic an infection from yeast. Six possible causes of symptoms which could masquerade as yeast infections include: Sexually transmitted infections (STDs): Some STDs can cause irritability and present with an itchy release and hook odor. Included in these are trichomoniasis, herpes and genital warts.
Do Yeast-based Infections Go Away On Their Own?
A mild candidiasis may go away alone, but this is exceptional. It will always be smart to treat a yeast infection, even if it’s mild. If yeast infections aren’t treated properly, they are more likely to return. Treatments for yeast infections soothe the influenced area and target the overgrown Candida fungus. This double action reduces the itching and burning up and restores a healthy balance of fungus and bacteria. [2]
Can I Give My Partner An Infection From Yeast?
For example, if you have thrush and perform oral sex on someone else, you can potentially give that person an infection from yeast. However, giving your partner an infection from yeast really isn’t all those things common.
How Long Will Yeast Infection Previous Without Treatment?
Without treatment, a yeast infection should go away within 3-7 days. Your symptoms will be relatively mild and can gradually improve.
How Long Will A Yeast Infection Last With No Treatment?
How Long Does a Yeast Infection Last Without Treatment? Without treatment, a yeast infection is going away within 3-7 days and nights. Your symptoms will be relatively gentle and will slowly and gradually improve.
What’s The Most Effective Way To Remove A Yeast Infection?
Home remedies: Over-the-counter treatments. Antifungal treatments by means of lotions or pessaries can be purchased over-the-counter to treat yeast infections. Boric acid. Vaginal boric acid capsules can work for ladies with a yeast infection. Tea tree oil. Probiotic supplements. Plain yogurt. Coconut oil. Garlic. Oil of oregano. [3]
Can An Infection From Yeast Go Away Untreated?
A mild vaginal yeast infection may disappear completely without treatment. When you have mild symptoms, you might wait to see if that happens. If you’re not pregnant and you understand that your symptoms are the effect of a candidiasis, you can address it yourself with an over-the-counter antifungal medicine.
What Does Indeed The Discharge Look Like When You Yourself Have A Yeast Infection?
Vaginal candidiasis symptoms commonly include: Irritation in the vaginal area and around the vulva (the beginning of the vagina) Swelling of the vulva. White or grey vaginal discharge which may be thick (sometimes referred to as looking like cottage cheese) but doesn’t have a negative smell.
How Do You Get An Infection From Yeast?
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Several factors can result in a candidiasis, including:antibiotics (they decrease the amount of Lactobacillus [“good bacteria”] in the vagina)pregnancy.uncontrolled diabetes.weak immune system.poor diet plan, including a lot of sugary foods.hormonal imbalance near your menstrual cycle.stress.lack of sleep.
Can A Yeast Infection Make You Ill?
Usually, your disease fighting capability keeps yeast in order. If you are sick or taking antibiotics, it can multiply and cause contamination. Yeast infections affect various areas of the body in several ways: Thrush is a yeast infection that causes white patches in the mouth area Candida esophagitis is thrush that spreads to your esophagus, the tube that takes food from your mouth to your stomach. It can make it hard or painful to swallow. Women can get vaginal yeast-based infections, causing vaginitis Yeast infections of the skin cause itching and rashes [4]
Can Stress Result In A Yeast Infection?
Severe or chronic stress is known to have a poor influence on the disease fighting capability and may plausibly improve the likelihood of getting a candidiasis. Additionally, there have been some studies which support the link between stress and vaginal yeast infections.
References
https://www.medicinenet.com/yeast_infection_in_women_and_men/article.htm
https://www.plushcare.com/blog/can-yeast-infections-go-away-on-their-own/
https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/317935.php
https://medlineplus.gov/yeastinfections.html
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News Rankings 9 Reasons Your Skin Is Changing Color Anna Medaris Miller • April 14, 2016, at 11:43 a.m. Stella Pavlides was admiring her new ruby ring under the black lights of a New York City bar when she noticed something else glowing: "I had white spots on my knuckles," remembers Pavlides, a 70-year-old in Clearwater, Florida, who was 22 at the time. But when she stepped outside, the spots were gone. "I didn't think much of anything," she says. Within a few years, however, the bleached-looking patches became more prominent against her Greek skin, and spread to the tops of her hands, her elbows, back, knees, armpits and genitals, and around her eyes and mouth. Dermatologists told her it was vitiligo, an autoimmune disease that causes the skin to lose the melanin that colors it – sometimes in small patches, other times across most of the body. While the condition – which affects about 1 percent of the world's population and can be more noticeable in people with darker skin – is relatively physically harmless, it can be emotionally devastating and socially isolating. Stella Pavlides founded the American Vitiligo Research Foundation because she wanted to support vitiligo research that didn’t use animals in testing. Stella Pavlides founded the American Vitiligo Research Foundation because she wanted to support vitiligo research that didn’t use animals in testing. (Courtesy of Stella Pavlides) No big deal, it's only vitiligo, it won't kill you,'" Pavlides recalls doctors telling her. But to people with the condition, it is a big deal. "I got inhibited," says Pavlides, an otherwise confident, straight-shooting native New Yorker who remembers turning down trips to the beach with her friends, wearing long sleeves that she'd pull down to cover her knuckles no matter how high the temperature and feeling degraded when people dropped – rather than placed – change in her hands. Since founding the American Vitiligo Research Foundation more than 20 years ago, she's heard from countless kids who've been bullied or beaten up due to the condition, and even from a parent whose son with vitiligo committed suicide. "It's a very, very difficult disease," says Pavlides, who runs the foundation full time. [See: 10 Lessons From Empowered Patients.] While there's no cure for vitiligo, which typically first appears between ages 10 and 30, there are treatments – ranging from makeup and steroids to light therapies and skin grafts – that can help stop the disease progression, restore color or at least mask the lack of it. "Do we have an optimal treatment? The answer is no," says Dr. Pearl Grimes, director of the Vitiligo and Pigmentation Institute of Southern California who also prescribes vitamin D and antioxidants to patients with vitiligo to support their immune function. "But there is hope." For Pavlides, who says she's "tried everything" with not enough success to make the side effects or expense of treatment worth it (insurance companies don't always cover therapies because they deem them cosmetic or experimental), she feels the best medicine is support. "Don't give up," she tells parents of kids with the condition. "Tell your kids they're beautiful. Tell them everybody's different." Still, it's important to seek care for any skin pigmentation changes, dermatologists say, since some can signal more serious problems and many influence quality of life. Here are some reasons your skin might be losing, gaining or otherwise changing color – and what to do about it: 1. You Have Vitiligo If Pavlides' symptoms sound like yours – or if you have a loss of pigmentation elsewhere, such as in the hair on your body or head or inside your mouth – find a dermatologist who specializes in treating vitiligo, Grimes suggests, since many physicians wrongly believe there are no treatments and don't understand the condition's psychological impact. Vitiligo also shouldn't be ignored, experts add, since the condition – which Michael Jackson had but treated by removing the pigment from the rest of his skin rather than trying to restore color to the vititigo patches – often coincides with other autoimmune problems like thyroid disorders and can make people's skin more vulnerable to sun damage. 2. You're Pregnant While vitiligo causes a loss of pigmentation in the skin, melasma – sometimes called "the mask of pregnancy" – seems to cause some skin cells to produce more pigment, which usually appears as brown or gray-brown patches on the face, according to the American Academy of Dermatology "It's just so prominent and concerning to people," says Dr. Bruce Robinson, a dermatologist in New York City and spokesman for the American Academy of Dermatology, noting that the vast majority (some 90 percent) of patients with the condition are women, since it seems to have a hormonal component. "Pregnancy makes it worse, birth control makes it worse and sunlight makes it worse," he says. While having the baby, stopping the birth control or protecting yourself from the sun can clear up the condition, it often recurs, experts say. "For a lot of people, it's a constant battle," says Dr. Marie Jhin, a dermatologist in San Francisco. But, with expert supervision, chemical peels, bleaching creams and laser therapies can help mask flare-ups. 3. You Mixed Limes and Sunshine When patients come to Jhin panicked about mysterious dark marks on their hands or around their mouth, she asks, "Did you just go on vacation?" If the answer is yes, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Chances are, the diagnosis is phytophotodermatitis, a skin reaction to sunlight and a chemical in limes and other citrus fruits such as lemon and oranges. While the first reaction – blisters or burning – is often dismissed as sunburn or allergies, if noticed at all, the lingering pigment changes usually fade in a few months. It's common in the spring and summer months, Robinson says, since people make mixed drinks with lime, get some juice on their skin and then go out in the sun. That's why the condition is often nicknamed "Club Med Dermatitis" and "Mexican Beer Dermatitis." 4. You Have a Form of Eczema Another condition that tends to bring patients – typically children – to dermatologists during warm-weather months is pityriasis alba, which first causes red, scaly patches before leaving lighter patches on the skin, according to the American Osteopathic College of Dermatology. "It gets moms really nervous that their kid has vitiligo," Robinson has found. But in fact, the condition seems to be a feature of eczema that's simply more apparent on tanned skin, Jhin says. Treatment is usually simple sunscreen or, if more severe, a topical steroid, she says. As Robinson puts it: "You stop the eczema and the pigmentation comes back." [See: 9 Surprising Facts About Sunscreen.] 5. It's a Remnant of Past Skin Damage The technical term is "post-inflammatory hyperpigmentation." To the layperson, it simply means darker skin in places you once had acne, allergic reactions, an injury or any other type of skin inflammation, perhaps from another condition like psoriasis. Here, too, the first-line defense is treating the underlying inflammation. 6. It's Fungus Before you say "ew," keep in mind this possibility is pretty much harmless – and sometimes not even noticeable. Tinea versicolor, a common fungal infection when the natural yeast on our skin overgrows, tends to pop up in the hot, humid summer months – or among people who've visited those climates. "Most of the time it's brown or red or white and it's … in the areas where people sweat," Jhin explains. The solution? An anti-fungal treatment. 7. You Have Addison's Disease If you thought John F. Kennedy was just a tan guy, you are mistaken: He had Addison's disease, which is actually an adrenal – not skin – problem in which the adrenal glands don't produce enough of some hormones, Jhin says. "Someone who says, 'I'm a lot darker but I didn't get any sun,'" might have the condition, Jhin says, and should visit his or her primary care doctor, who might prescribe oral medicaitons to help replace the lacking hormones. 8. You Have Acanthosis Nigricans Here's another mouthful of a name; this one describing the darkening and thickening of skin folds, such as those in your neck or under your breasts. "It could just be because you're a little overweight," Jhin says, noting, however, that it could also be a sign of diabetes. If blood and other tests come up normal, though, the common condition can be treated with creams or other products that help soften the skin, she says. 9. You Have Cancer Cancer is, of course, the worst-case scenario for oddly-colored skin. Fortunately, it's also among the rarest of pigmentation issues, Robinson says. "People with melanoma – we talk about their skin turning 'slate blue,'" he says. "That's a really bad sign" because it signals that the melanoma is cancerous and has traveled throughout the body. If you have moles that change color, size or shape, too, see a dermatologist pronto. [See: 7 Ways to Prevent Skin Cancer.] Bottom line? If you notice any changes in your skin color, see a board-certified dermatologist, who can properly diagnose and treat you. Hopefully, it was the margarita. U.S. News & World Report Rankings & Research Colleges, cars, hospitals, doctors ... more News & Opinion Latest headlines and news you can use News Education Health Money Cars Real Estate Travel Copyright 2018 © U.S. News & World Report L.P.
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