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munson-blurbs · 5 months

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 3 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, morning sickness/vomiting, food aversions, fatigue, some angst sprinkled in for ~flavor~

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

March 1999

Oatmeal: a delicious, nutritious breakfast food that has been a staple in your diet since you were a child. It hasn’t done anything wrong.

Until now.

The scents of brown sugar and cinnamon always perk you up in the morning; at least, as much as anything can without containing copious amounts of caffeine. Today; however, they waft past your nose and have you hurtling towards the bathroom.

Eddie runs in from the bedroom, his jeans button still unfastened where he’d abandoned getting dressed for work. “S’okay,” he murmurs, rubbing your back as you empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Your cheeks blaze with the rush of blood to your face and the shame from being in such a vulnerable position.

You spit the last of it into the bowl and grab a handful of toilet paper to wipe your lips, taking a moment to collect yourself before slowly standing up. Eddie places a warm washcloth in your palm; you hadn’t even heard the faucet running over the pounding in your ears.

“Thanks,” you mumble, pressing the damp cloth to your forehead and taking a deep, shaky breath. This isn’t your first bout of morning sickness–that happened about a week after you received your positive test result–and it likely won’t be the last. Still, you’re surprised at how quickly your husband has adapted to this relatively new routine.

He kisses your scalp, nimble fingers fixing his pants button and buckling his belt. “Are you sure you wanna go to work today?” he asks, concern pinching his brows as he takes in your exhausted form.

You nod slowly, determined to stop the room from spinning. “I already took off twice last week.”

“So?”

“So,” you explain with a sigh, “I don’t want to use up all of my sick days in the first trimester. Not when I’ll have more doctor appointments as I get farther along.” Not to mention the fact that people have started questioning your absences, and you’re not ready to tell anyone the reason just yet. “Besides, I woke up feeling okay; I didn’t throw up until I smelled the oatmeal.” Your insides lurch at the mere mention of the food, and you find yourself hovering over the bowl once more.

Eddie hums knowingly as he runs the washcloth under the water again and wrings it out with a twist of his hands. “Uh-huh. And what if one of your students happens to talk about oat–”

“Don’t say it!” you cut him off as forcefully as you can, fighting your buckling knees as you steady yourself.

He relents, exasperatedly pivoting back to the bedroom to finish getting dressed. There’s little sense in arguing with you, especially with a nosy little boy eating breakfast in the kitchen not even twenty feet away. As far as Harris knew, you’d just been battling a stomach bug, and you and Eddie were both grateful that he hadn’t questioned it further. His response was telling you a…charming story about how his friend Charlie ate three bags of Hot Cheetos before promptly vomiting all over the cafeteria table; an anecdote that did nothing to quell your nausea.

You pull yourself together enough to make it to work. The queasiness subsides as the minutes tick on, though you take your lunch break in your car to avoid any smells in the faculty lounge that could inadvertently trigger another bout of sickness. You half-heartedly go through the motions of story time and arts and crafts, silently promising your students that you’ll have more enthusiasm once your second trimester begins.

By the time you arrive back home and trudge through the door, you may as well be dragging sandbags from your ankles. Exhaustion hits you without warning, your eyelids heavier with each passing second. You drop your keys on the side table and glance over at the clock hanging on the wall. The larger hand has barely ticked past the “6,” which means you have just under a half hour until you have to leave and pick up Harris from his after-school art program.

You don’t even make it to your bedroom, heaving your body onto the couch with a grunt; the stiff pillows have never been more comfortable. The last thought that crosses your fatigued mind is that you can’t sleep for long. If you lay down for a moment…set an alarm for fifteen minutes…

You’re awoken not of your own accord, but by the sound of the apartment door squeaking, the knob thwacking against the wall as though it’s being flung open.

“Thank God you’re okay.” It comes out in one breath, Eddie’s relief palpable as soon as he sees that you’re alive and breathing.

Still groggy with sleep, you push yourself onto your elbows, squinting at the influx of light from the hallway. Why wouldn’t you be okay? You were just taking a nap; it’s only been…an hour and a half?

“Shit, shit, shit!” You scramble to your feet, not even cognizant of the fact that you’re swearing in front of Harris. You take in his tear-stained face, comprehending his thought process before he can even say it aloud. “Har, I’m so sorry. I swear, I didn’t forget about you. I’ve just been really sleepy–”

“Har, can you go to your room for a sec?” Eddie keeps his voice even and controlled, but you can still sense the frustration simmering beneath. He puts his hands on his son’s shoulders and gives a tense squeeze, and Harris nods and somberly obeys.

Your misty eyes meet your husband’s gaze, his jaw steeled as you fumble to explain yourself. “Eddie, it was a total accident! I…I needed to rest…I didn’t think I’d sleep this long…”

He shakes his head, arms dejectedly hanging by his sides. “I asked you not to go to work,” he says softly, teeth digging into his lower lip. “It’s not because I think you’re weak or incapable or anything like that. You just need to take care of yourself.” His voice drops to an even quieter whisper as he walks closer to you, caressing your cheek. “You’re growing our baby, Sweetheart. That’s a pretty big deal.”

“I know,” you murmur, tears leaking from your eyes. “I’m not good at slowing down.” You can usually push yourself to your limits with minimal consequences, but it seems like those days are behind you.

Eddie tilts your chin so you’re looking directly at him. His expression isn’t as hard; a faint smirk of understanding graces his lips. “And I love how driven you are. But your mission for the next nine months—should you choose to accept it—is to incubate Baby Munson.”

“Incubate?” You wrinkle your nose as his phrasing.

“Incubate,” he affirms with a kiss to your nose. “Now, why don’t you go check on Harris, and I’ll start dinner.” His hand rests on the small of your back. “I was just gonna roast some chicken breasts, if that works for you?” It’s a quick and easy dinner that you have once a week.

But it looks like it might be off the menu for a bit; your eyes bulge and your palm flies to your mouth as soon as you imagine the varying textures of meat and skin.

“On second thought,” Eddie mutters, plucking a Surfer Boy pamphlet from the kitchen drawer, “maybe we’ll do pizza tonight.”

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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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Oh my God, the baby fever Wesker SENT ME... Could I request one where he finally becomes a dad and is so soft with his S/O while they're pregnant and at the end they go into labour? Wesker is scared something might happen (Maybe this fear isn't unfounded 👀) but he's doing everything he to keep them calm and praise them for being brave. So brave.

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱 ꨄ ( 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ) sfw

pairings - Husband! Wesker x Fem! Reader

(𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞)

𝐀/𝐧- his little smile in this pic :3

sorry I just had to make him a girl dad because. yea. also i genuinely don’t know how to write long fics i’m sorry :( I have the attention span of an ant

𝐂𝐰- just fluff, they take a bath together, pregnancy, childbirth with the use of epidural, slight mentions of weight gain, Wesker being a softy ❦

╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢

“Sit down, dear,” your husband insists. Ever since that test read back as positive, Wesker has done nothing but baby you.

You’re hungry? He’s cooking you the most extravagant meal, articulately planned out days in advance. He wouldn’t let you ingest anything that could even slightly possibly be harmful to you or his baby.

No fish, lunch meat, and especially no caffeine or herbal teas. He didn’t care if he was being paranoid. With ongoing pregnancy, you could never be too careful.

“Feeling better today?” he asks, setting down your plate of breakfast at the table in front of you. “We have lamaze class soon.”

“Much better,” you answer. “All thanks to you.”

Poor man was practically traumatized from your previous weeks of morning sickness. It was no longer an issue, midway through your second trimester. Still, he knew very well how nauseous you’ve been feeling.

He hated not being able to be home with you 24/7 because of work. He was terrified something was going to happen to you without his support.

“How about we take a bath together?” he suggests. “After you’re finished with breakfast of course. I know you’ve been feeling sore.”

Yet another thing he refused to allow you to do on your own. He was too scared you were going to faint, or worse, slip on something. It sickened him to even think about. He’d much rather stick to your side as much as he can to prevent these things. You didn’t mind it. It was cute how invested he was.

You agree and he scurries off to ready the bath while you finish up. He fills the tub halfway with medium temp water and its ready by the time you are.

Wesker gets in first, gently guiding you in after him to sit between his legs. He rests his chin on your shoulder, rubbing his hands over the little bump of your belly. “There’s no way there’s a human in there…”

“You say this every day,” you giggle.

“I know. I’m sorry, it’s just so fascinating.”

He wets the sponge, soaping up your back for you, along with the rest. He washes you from head to toe so you don’t have to strain.

But after about 15 minutes you have to get out. Again, something he read about online. Plus, you had to get ready for your class.

It’s the first day, but you’re not all that worried with him by your side, so ready and willing. You both get dressed together, making your way there by car.

Both of you take your seats in the empty spots of the front row with the other expecting mothers and their partners. You’ve been feeling like a bit of a balloon lately, so it’s nice to see others who are dealing with the same processes as you. The instructor starts to talk about the different breathing exercises and techniques that will help you through the process of childbirth.

Wesker holds your hand and squeezes it tightly, listening intently to the instructor. You’ve never seen him so focused.

The instructor leads the class through a series of partner exercises. Each involves two people and focuses on different aspects of pregnancy. At first, they are a little awkward but you and Wesker quickly get into a rhythm.

You both practice your breathing techniques together, maintaining eye contact and learning how important intimacy and trust can be for the process of giving birth.

As the it goes on, the exercises become more complex. You're both sweating and slightly out of breath but you're enjoying every moment of it.

Everyone else in the class seems to fade away and it feels like it’s just the two of you finally having fun together. Wesker was never the type to go out and enjoy himself, so seeing him smile and laugh like this was heartwarming.

Both of you lose track of time, genuinely just enjoying spending time with one another and the class eventually ends. By the time it’s over, you feel closer to him than you did before walking in.

You continue to go to the weekly class throughout the rest of your second trimester and third.

When your contractions grow to be so constant painful you can hardly walk, Wesker is immediately ready with your hospital bag, rushing you to the car. He holds your hand tightly as always like he’s afraid of letting go. You try to stay relaxed but it's becoming increasingly difficult as the pain gets worse.

He drives you there as fast as he can without speeding and helps you into the building. Your water breaks on the way there and the nurses attend to you immediately and help guide you straight to the birthing suite.

Wesker waits anxiously outside as the doctors prepare you for delivery.

He leans against the wall and watches through the open door as you're hooked up to monitors, and given an epidural to help relieve some of the pain. The doctors assure him that everything is going to be fine but he feels too apprehensive to just stand by.

The nurses tell him that it's not necessary for him to be with you during the birth, and technically due to sterile regulations he shouldn’t yet, but he won't have it. He can't bear to see you in so much pain.

He goes in anyway, pulling up a chair by your bedside. “It’s going to be okay, dear. We’ll get through this together.” he encourages, getting as close to you as he can without overwhelming you.

He keeps an eye on your vitals, making sure you’re remembering to breathe steady. “Focus on me…”

You try your best, but it’s a struggle to breathe steady and focus on anything but the burdening weight and repetitive contractions despite the epidural’s effects.

As the minutes pass you can’t help but cry from the discomfort, and it tugs heavily on Wesker’s heart strings. He feels useless, unable to ease your hurt, not even realizing the difference he’s making in comforting you. Without him you’d probably be in a frenzy by now.

Everything happens faster than anticipated. The process is becoming increasingly intense as you've reached the pushing point and the baby works its way through the birth canal. You’re gripping his hand so tightly it’s probably enough to break something, but you aren’t too considerate of that at the moment.

“Keep breathing, sweetheart,” he urges, but you can hardly hear over your strained screams. “You’re doing so well. So brave.”

Seeing you in this state is enough to make him get all choked up along with you.

“I can’t do it!” you sob through tightly closed eyes, gritting your teeth. Every part of you is achingly stiff.

“Yes you can,” he croons. “We’re halfway through already. Breathe with me…slow deep breaths.”

He puts more emphasis on his demonstration, trying his hardest as he notices your paling face. The beeping of the heart monitor increases as you get more and more overwhelmed.

“Breathe,” he repeats and you try to match him while simultaneously pushing at the doctor’s order. You feel completely exhausted and you can barely focus on anything but getting this baby out.

You lean into him as much as your IV hookup will allow, trying to listen to his soft, concerned voice. Before you know it, cries fill the room that aren’t yours.

Your eyes open to the beautiful baby girl you delivered into the world who’s now finally laid in your arms. It makes you forget everything else exists as you look down at her, so tiny, yet so big.

Wesker is in shock as he looks her over. It was hard to believe the both of you could make a whole being. The thought was unreal. All he knew was that he was incredibly happy, especially now that you’re calmer.

Your time with her is cut short, temporarily, as the nurses have to take her to check for any health concerns, and all the other important afterbirth details, leaving you alone in the room with your husband.

He brushes your hair out of your face which was sticky with sweat. “I can’t believe we have a daughter. You’re so amazing, dear,” he says, Im so proud of you for holding together. I don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you…” you croak out, your voice hoarse from all the yelling and grunting you were put through.

He looks at you with such a loving yet uneasy gaze. “How are you feeling..?” he asks, even though he can see the answer.

“m’ tired…”

“You can rest now. The worst is over, I think. You’ve done plenty, try and relax for me.”

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salty-croissants · 4 months

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Hello! I don't know if you can still request it, but how about a reaction where Fem reader gives a gift to Bullfrog/Rayman/Ramon where inside the gift box is a positive pregnancy test? :3

Thank you for the request !

It’s very wholesome to imagine how the boys would react to something like this , I had fun trying to write it all down :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of female reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

Bullfrog was one who can tell right away when something about you is a bit different than usual , so when you entered the room his in with that twinkle in your eye he immediately gave you his full attention .

< y/n , my dear , is there something you’d like to tell me ? >

< Heh , was it that obvious ? >

< Oui , let’s just say that I know you very , very well ~ >

Even though you were feeling at least a bit anxious about giving your partner such a big news , his comment ended up making you chuckle :

there was no way you could ever be tensed or worried about anything , the frog always knew what to say to help you cheer up .

< Okay … okay , I actually just found out about this , and I just really wanted you to know because let me tell you , it’s pretty big . >

Bullfrog’s expression grew even more curios when you revealed what you were hiding behind your back ( he had noticed it right away , nothing could really escape his sight especially when it came to you ) , handing it to him :

it looked like a small gift box , with a pretty green ribbon keeping it locked .

He slowly unwrapped it to be greeted by a pregnancy test with two lines showing up on the tiny screen , a clear display that it was positive .

He was … speechless .

< Mon amour … this … does this mean that … ? >

His eyes moved from you to the test , and slowly a huge smile formed on his face .

You nodded in response , walking closer to your beloved frog to hold his hands in yours .

< Mhm , we might need to prepare to have a new addition to our family , love .

I understand if it’s a bit sudden , but - >

Before you could finish the sentence , Bullfrog had leaned forward to place a little kiss on your lips , staring at you with a tender gaze that melted your anxieties right away .

< This is wonderful news , mon chou … I’m so happy I get to experience something like this with you .

No matter what comes next I’ll take care of us … je vous promets . >

< Thank you Bullfrog … I … I love you so much ~ >

< Je t'aime aussi , y/n … mon cœur t'appartient pour toujours ~ >

Rayman 🧡

< I’m sorry to bother you while you’re still working Ray … I promise you , this won’t take long . >

< Nah , don’t worry about any of that sweetie : I’m pretty much done with the script for my next interview … besides , listening to what my beloved has to say is a lot more important than that stuff ~ >

< Pfft … very smooth ~ >

You watched as Rayman sat down on the couch , the last rays of sun shining through the glass window of his lounge .

< Alrighty then , what did you want to tell me y/n ? >

, he asked , looking at you with a spark of curiosity in his black eyes :

he remembered seeing you very thoughtful that morning as well , but since unfortunately he needed to leave to attend the News like usual there hadn’t been enough time for either of you to discuss much …

However , now that he was back home to you , his beautiful girlfriend , he was determined to give you all of his attention .

< Well , I … god , I’m not sure how to say this … I’m just gonna skip to the important part . >

You sat beside him , handing Rayman what appeared to be a small gift box .

All of that tension for a gift … ?

No … there was definitely something more to it .

He opened it , and as soon as he realized what was inside you saw his eyes widened …

< y/n … ! >

You smiled while watching him stare at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief , and before you could even begin to say something Rayman had already wrapped his hands around you , locking you in a tight embrace .

< Oh y/n my love , I’m so happy ! I can’t believe we’re - you and me —

This is incredible ! This is amazing ! >

You both stood there for a few minutes , laughing together , completely overjoyed at the thought of having a child … then Rayman suddenly pulled away .

< Oh god - did I hurt you by grabbing you like that ?

I’m so sorry darling , I need to be more careful , I was just so excited and - >

< I’m okay , I’m okay , don’t worry honey ! >

Either of you seemed to be able to stop smiling , and when you leaned forward to place a kiss on the tip of his nose Rayman’s gaze softened …

He never thought that he’d be able to share that sort of happiness with anyone , it really looked like his future was going to be bright as long as you were by his side .

Ramon 🖤

< So , y/n … what did you want to tell me ?

Are you okay ? Did something happen ? >

< Don’t worry Ram , I’m just fine , this is just … something that you won’t expect . >

You watched Ramon stare at you intently from the chair he was sitting on …

The first thing he had assumed when you asked him to talk was that it was going to be bad news of some sorts , which very much reflected just how overprotective of you he had become now that Eden was hunting you both down .

You took a deep breath , handing him the gift box hidden behind your back , and when he took it you could see a look of curiosity and confusion on his face …

< What is - >

< Just open it hun , the answer to your questions is right there . >

< Hm … sounds like someone’s been planning this whole thing out pretty well … >

< Heh , well you know me : I love surprising you ~ >

You heard Ramon chuckle in response , then finally opened up the tiny box , unable to hide his eagerness to do so …

And the room fell silent for a few seconds .

< y/n … ? Are … are you really … ? >

He was barely able to say anything , his head spinning in front of the revelation of the pregnancy test …

You smiled softly , watching as one of his hands wandered on your belly , giving it an affectionate caress .

< Since when … ? >

< Ah , I found out not that long ago … just this morning , actually .

I wanted to find a nice way to tell you though , so I decided to organize this .

Are … you surprised ? >

There was a spark of joy in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very , very long time , and when Ramon leaned forward to meet your lips in a sweet , passionate kiss you were able to figure out that the answer was yes .

< Mm … you got me fair and square , my love ~

God , this … this doesn’t even feel real …

I swear , I’m not gonna let anyone hurt us and our family , no matter how many strings Eden pulls .

I … I won’t let anyone come near our child . >

< I know you won’t , Ram … >

As you got lost into your boyfriend’s eyes , you could feel your worries for the future fade away , leaving you with a calming peace :

together , there was nothing that the two of you couldn’t do , and if Eden wanted to come between the two of you ?

Well , they were going to find out just how strong the love you felt for each other truly was .

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emillyverse · 2 months

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Production stages of the Fan Comic of "The Wish Kingdom" !!!

(written by @annymation)

And as promised, here is the "schedule" I said I was putting together for the Comic fic production process.

In the end, this isn't really a "timeline", it's more like a list of what I'll do to build the comic. I want to make all the processes very clear and described to give you an idea of how it will be done and a small idea of how long it will take.

Remembering that I am a human being, not an AI to do things quickly, I have another life beyond networks and this project.

Besides the fact that none of us are being paid to do this comic (although I really wanted to, I'm not going to lie), all of this is being done on the basis of love, affection, positivity and adoration for the initial concepts dispensed by Disney, their classic films that really made that company grow and the main messages conveyed by Walt Disney while he was still alive: "If you can dream something, you can make it happen!" and "It's fun to do the impossible!"

So please be patient and kind to me and the entire team! I already love, adore and thank everyone willing to follow our project.

Well… Let's get started!

1- Rereading and Separating the text:

Starting today (02/26/2024) I will be re-reading Anny's fanfic, separating all of her text into scenes, highlighting the following points:

Atmosphere

Characters (designs made by @uva124)

Speeches and facial expressions - the message

Thus defining "who says what, how and in which place?"

Since I will be doing the setting art myself, as the story progresses, I would really appreciate a little help. I'm guessing if you're reading this you've probably already read The Kingdom of Wishes and consequently imagined the scenarios! If you find any images online that remind you of the locations of the scenes in your mind, you can send them to me as a reference! I'm always open to references for drawings!

2- Make the "Thumbnails"

I don't know what term foreigners use to define the thumbnails that make up the first drafts of comics, but here in Brazil, we call them "Doll", in reference to the fact that the sketches are a "test doll" for the comic strip .

Anyway, I digress! It is at this stage that I define the composition of the scenes through sketches. This is where I define what appears or not in the scene, what the scene will be focused on, how I will guide the reader's eye by the meaning of reading the scene, where the lines, the characters, their movements and others will be located… It's a planning phase on how to portray the scenes; the most complex I would say.

3- Review

Here I take a break for two days or three days at most, to relax and forget about the project for a bit. I come back with new energy and review everything that was done, ask for opinions and suggestions from the team, in short, I give a great evaluation and improvement in everything!

4 - Finalization and Publication

In this last step, I transform the sketches into final artwork using graphite pencils, colored pencils and pens that I have available.

When they are all finished, I will publish the comics here and on all my social networks!

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Finally....

I would like to say that yes, I will be posting spoilers for all these stages, watch them at your own risk!

Remembering that English is not my native language, so I really hope everything was understandable! But if you have any questions, you can send questions to me or any member of the team!

And if you want to know a little more about my arts, you can check out my Instagram!

Kisses full of light and stars!

Let's work!!

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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TCG - Chase The Mirage

pairing -> Cyno x Adventurer!Reader x Tighnari; poly

word count -> 1.7k+ words

themes -> fluff, established relationship, scenarios and headcanons, lots of card game terminologies

(masterlist) (previous) The two Kings of Invokations, infatuated and hooked to a simple adventurer from the Adventurer’s Guild. Thankfully, in this universe, there is no need to duel each other for your heart.

"What a peculiar move, especially this far in the game already." Looking up from the light novel you picked up from Inazuma in your last trip, you shift your attention to the playing field before you.

"We're testing your new deck, I think it's only appropriate to see how well it works against slow build up players." Tighnari would notice your stare and send you a smile, before concentrating once again to observe Cyno's turn.

Shaking your head with a smile, you go back to reading as their chatters and occasional bickering turn to background noise.

It's one of those rare days where the three of you had the 'day-off' to enjoy time together. Emphasis on day-off seeing as your two lovers are still technically on the clock due to their positions, but here under the shade of a tree in the forest, only you three matter.

And for today's date, Cyno eagerly challenged Tighnari to a Genius Invokation TCG duel to try out his new deck. And the latter decided to humor him.

When it comes to his favorite card game, the General exudes the same seriousness when he deals with Matra work. This thought passes you as you sneak a glance at the way he strokes his chin with squinted eyes.

So focused in fact that he didn't see your hand approach his face until you're shoving the apple slice between his lips. He says a muffled thanks as he eats the slice whole, mirth in his eyes at your antics.

"Hey, why does he get hand-fed when I'm the one winning here?" Tighnari looks at the two of you with a mock glare and pout, prompting you to throw a grape at his face which he expertly evaded with a laugh.

"You're not a winner until you defeat all my charac- oh." Looking at the field, Cyno realized that all of his character cards are indeed defeated. "Must you really finish me with my own card?"

Unlike Cyno, however, Tighnari simply plays the game for fun (or when his lovers ask for a game) while being good at it still. The forest watcher only shrugs in response as he cradles the fruit bowl.

Thinking that would be the end of their game, you yelped when Cyno suddenly yanked you to his side to sit between his legs, book pried out of your hands and laid pages down to save your progress. "What the -"

"Since I lost, then it should be (Y/N)'s turn to duel you, right?" Cards upon cards fall into your grasp in your still confused state. Tighnari who now sits across you scowls at the man behind you. "Don't worry, I'll be assisting you the whole time since you're using my cards."

"And they say I'm the sly vixen here." Tighnari scoffs as he shuffles his deck, this time he seemed to be sitting up straight to show how he's taking this game more seriously now.

"I didn't even-" Your words were interrupted at Cyno's hands offering the 8-sided dice to you. You sigh. "I hate you two." And your hand throws the die to start your turn.

With your combined powers (aka Cyno's relentless backseating), you managed to defeat Tighnari with a score of 2/3. But when he then pulled you to his lap to assist YOU on defeating Cyno, you doubt that you actually won that last round.

"You two are such idiots." You grumbled as you draw the exile artifact card.

"You're also an idiot by association."

You throw the die to whoever said that.

About TCG: Introduction

It was inevitable that you got wrapped up on the TCG scene too when you have Tighnari and Cyno as lovers.

Like some kind of initiation, prerequisite to your relationship, the game was the first thing you were taught after you became official.

However, that doesn't mean you're good at it - then again, those two aren't really the best comparison to your beginner skills. There's just a lot of mental gymnastics involved that you can't keep up with.

So no, just because you're in a relationship with the kings of invokations doesn't guarantee that you're immediately a pro.

Your first deck was actually given to you by their combined cards. Extra cards they pulled or cards that don't fit their meta, it looked like an absolute mess when you knew better.

But it was endearing inheriting their cards, especially when you can see their genuine desire to share this hobby with you. Well, obsession for Cyno.

You realized this as the one who runs into Cyno a lot due to your wandering occupation, he would ALWAYS ask you if you want to play a round whenever you cross paths.

At first, you can't find it in your heart to decline since you're still learning. It wasn't until Tighnari caught wind of what Cyno was doing that he pulled you off to the side, lecturing you and reiterating that you CAN say no.

Turns out Tighnari also deals with Cyno's dueling addiction, and that if he doesn't decline, it would end up with him skipping important forest watcher duties.

To think you were lectured about the importance of consent over a trading card game.

The first time you opened a pack of cards was also a memory worth remembering.

While on a date in the city, Cyno pulled you and Tighnari to Dori after hearing that the merchant had a new batch in stock.

Paying for your respective packs, the three of you made a whole fuss to open up your cards at the same time. Somehow, while their packs were full of mediocre cards and duplicates, when they turned to you -

"What god did you sell your soul to?!" "What?" "This is the first time I've seen three meta cards in one pack!"

As a beginner, you only look at what design looks good or shiny, so you did not understand why they're breaking down on the floor then.

Dubbed as their archon of luck, it became tradition that if you were in the area, they would force you to open their pack for them.

You wish this luck of yours were for something else, honestly.

About TCG: Habits

Before you got into the game, they would always show you their new packs, showing off the beautiful designs and the rarities. At that time, you didn't know how expensive or 'meta' each card was. If it's shiny, it's probably good.

When Tighnari lets you peruse through his deck of unused cards, he would pay great attention to the cards that you took interest in even just by design.

And then he'll let you keep it! Doesn't matter if it's shiny or a really good card, you can have it, keep it in your home or in your wallet if you want.

Even if he only has one copy of a particular card, seeing you happy makes the sacrifice worth it.

It was also hilarious to see Cyno make a fuss about seeing said cards on your person when you catch up when crossing paths.

He'll look at your tiny but growing collection and throw in random facts here and there. "Ohh, you even have this card? What else do I expect from my lover, such good taste." He praises with a nod, exaggeratedly.

They both have their personal playing mats that matches their aesthetic greatly, and one that has the the limited edition Adventurer's Guild design because it reminds them of you! It's not the best looking one out there, but it's special to them.

Mats are pretty bulky so you don't really like bringing one around so when a game is expected, they bring their spare for you to use like the sweethearts that they are.

Cyno, still with his absurd spending habits when it comes to Genius Invokation, commissioned someone for custom deck boxes as a gift to you and Tighnari. It was definitely expensive seeing as he had to save up for it.

When Cyno is crafting a new deck, he urges you to do the same. Spice things up, you know? He likes to hear your opinion despite knowing more than you, to the point that he made a whole other desk made with your favorite cards and play style.

He uses that deck for casual games with the Matra, and they don't fail to notice how he seems to have a wisp of a smile on his face the whole time he plays.

Tighnari, on the other hand, is a meticulous player with a penchant for detail.

All of his cards have sleeves!!!! He likes taking care of his things and that includes his cards, some of them even have double sleeves! You can find him taking his sweet time putting each card in sleeves on a slow day.

Sometimes, you join him on putting sleeves if your hands aren't dirty, at least.

"Do you have a favorite color?" The next time you see him, he gives you a pack of sleeves in that color for your own deck. Do you want him to help you with that, actually? I think he finds it relaxing.

He also has fancy dice of his own which he changes around depending on his mood. Of course, you also get your own! There's a marbled set, a set that's galaxy-themed, oh oh this one refracts light to make a rainbow -

You don't participate in tournaments unlike your boyfriends, but they always encourage you to play with other players besides them for practice.

Tighnari doesn't give Cyno one tho, he's sure that he can buy it himself. Or lends him a set at least, one that's violet with gold accents, and had since 'forgotten' to take it back from him.

But if there's one habit that they share, it's that whenever you're around during a game, they are always guaranteed to win. It's because you're their lucky charm, they say, but it's as simple as wanting to show off when you're cheering for them so supportively.

"No, you shouldn't expend all your energy cards this turn." Your fingers twitched before moving to an artifact card instead.

"Are you sure you want to pull that out now? You're not really attacking this turn."

Your opponent, Amir, stares at you in sympathy as you pinch the bridge of your nose. Behind you, Cyno and Tighnari started a whole new conversation about strategies and what your next move should be.

"Um, do they even realize that they pretty much revealed your hand to me?"

"I think we should reschedule."

Amir let out a horrified gasp when you turned around and smacked your beloveds over the head with your deck box.

Maybe he should exercise how to say no to an invitation, too.

My TCG knowledge from my card game enthusiast seniors back in college has finally been put to use

@chuusposts @ireallylikehamsters @maehemthemisfit

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Tutor: Sunbathing - Rafe Cameron

Words: 5.4k+ Type: Smut Summary: It's one of those hot days in OBX, and Rafe comes over once more. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or bodytype]. Mentions of controlling parents, an ex-boyfriend (who does not satisfy their partner in bed), nosey neighbors, and pressure to be perfect. FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP. SMUT {risk of getting caught / almost public sex, oral sex (fem receiving), piv, no protection (she takes the pill), hair pulling, dom!Rafe, sub!reader}

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It has been exactly a week since Rafe came over for the first time, and every moment of that night and the following morning is still in your mind.

In the morning, you remember that you were the first one to wake up. You expected to be in the exact same position you were when you fell asleep, but, in some weird way, Rafe was lying on his stomach and you were on his back. How you two flipped around, you have absolutely no idea, but it happened.

Getting up wasn’t easy. You underestimated the hell out of how sore you would be, but you took your time and eventually got to the bathroom.

Midway through your shower, you may or may not have had company. Due to your soreness, all the two of you did was kiss and, well, shower. You’ve never felt your heart so full and happy other than in moments like those. Being near Rafe still felt mind-blowing to you, for some reason.

After the shower, you both got breakfast and talked while sitting on the couch of your living room. You felt like you were smiling at everything he said or asked, and Rafe listened to your every word.

Unfortunately, he did have to leave at some point. Your parents said they were going to be home by 11, and, at the time, it was nearing 10. You couldn't risk either of them seeing Rafe as you're sure that they would kill you on the spot if they did. But you can't exactly say you didn't consider staying with him for just a minute longer.

You two finally exchanged numbers, so you can (finally) always text him or call him. You kissed him goodbye and, right as the door closed behind him, you dramatically covered your mouth and sat on the ground for at least 2 good minutes. It wasn’t until you heard his bike driving away that you squealed happily and jumped around the house because you, YOU, are officially in a relationship with Rafe.

In what seems like the universe hates you, in the days that followed, you two had close to no time together. You had to tutor Wheezie every single day due to a test coming up, and your friends would always be outside in the driveway when you finished. Meaning that Rafe wasn’t able to drive you home once. You saw him in the hallway maybe 2 times, but that was it. Due to the work trip that your parents took, they also happen to take days off. So, the house always had one of them inside. Your friends were constantly coming over after school as well. Therefore, making every second of your days impossible for Rafe to show up at least once.

It was not easy but a possibility opened up just this week. Your parents are going to be over at a friend's place for lunch and, as always, spend the afternoon talking between themselves - as it has been so long since they last saw each other.

And poor you. You will miss out on all that fun.

“You can’t order pizza again this week.” Your mom tells you and you sigh.

“But I don’t want to cook.” You whine at her, waving your hand around from dramatization.

Your mom does this a lot. She always wants to know what you’re eating to know if you’re actually doing it. She promises that it’s for your own good, but this also comes with not letting you have more than one ‘easy’ meal a week. Not even if you’re stressed with school, because your mom is the type that wants you to take breaks and actually cook something for yourself in those situations.

You watch as she fetches the cookbook that she swears by with every meal and try to peek as she chooses something for you to make. You wait and listen to her patiently, deciding to just do as she says.

When done, she pokes the book while making eye contact with you. She doesn't move away from it until you walk over to it and begin to read the contents of the damned cookbook. As you do so, she goes to do a quick run to her bedroom to get her last accessory for today.

“Are you planning on having anyone over?” She asks as she’s coming down the stairs.

“Not sure,” You lie, “Why?”

“Your room looks a little messy.” She tells you as she reaches the doorway, and you give her a glare for going into your room, “I’m just saying.”

She walks over to the fridge to grab a water bottle and stops behind you, peeking over your shoulder to check if you’re actually considering cooking or not. You listen to her crack the bottle open and take a sip.

“I also have to ask you something.” She says with a completely different tone, a softer one.

You hum for her to continue to speak as you change pages, wanting to see what else you could eat. She doesn’t protest with what you’re doing, thankfully.

“Last week,” She starts, and you look up from the book at her quickly, “The neighbors told me something.”

Your breathing falters at her words, and you turn completely around to face her.

“I didn’t mention it to you before, because I thought it would be… awkward between us.” She tells you, “But I just want you to be honest.”

“Okay?” You force out a chuckle, trying to seem normal.

“Did you have a boy over on the morning after I went out of the island with your dad?” She asks, and your heart eases at the lack of the name ‘Rafe’ in the sentence.

You sigh still and turn back to face the book. Your mom knows how you don’t like how much she gossips with your neighbors. It's a constant thing she actually enjoys doing: talking about other people. The fact that you can easily be the topic of conversation in their gossip sessions is terrifying. And today is just showing you how possible it is.

Truth is, someone could’ve easily seen that the boy that came over was Rafe. Gosh, maybe they did see it. They just aren’t telling your mom.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You pause your reading to give her a glare once more, and she shrugs, putting her bag over her shoulder, getting ready to leave.

You open your mouth to scold her for it, but the sound of your dad coming down the stairs stops you.

“Do not tell him.” You simply tell her.

“Of course, not.” Your mother whispers at you, giving you a look as if it said 'I'm not stupid'.

The reason that is, it's because your father is the strictest out of both of them. He hates simple ideas such as your friends coming over to the house, and, especially, into your room. His way of parenting you is much, much more strict and has way more rules than your mother's ever did.

His rules include no boyfriends, no sleepovers with boys, and anything related to the opposite sex. He’s more okay with you having girl-friends, but even that has rules. He also says that you can’t go to too many parties in one week, or sleep over at any of your friends' houses on nights that you’ve drunk. That last one especially is highly prohibited.

Your dad appears in the kitchen doorway, and the two of you offer him sweet smiles, acting innocent - as if you weren’t just talking about a thing that would make him most possibly combust.

Your phone vibrates in front of you, and you flip it just so no one reads the notification on your screen.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with us?” Your father asks, secretly jealous that you’re not obligated to leave the house on a Sunday, while he is.

“Yes, I am.” You tell him.

“If any of the girls come over for the afternoon,” Your mom starts, and your dad looks at her as she talks to you, “Make sure you tidy your room just a bit, okay?”

You give her a short nod, and she gives you a kiss on the head as her goodbye. You wave as the both of them leave the kitchen and remind you of all of your responsibilities while they’re going to be out for a few hours. You sigh as you answer with a bunch of different variations of “okay” and “got it”.

The front door opens and closes, and you let out a sigh. You distance yourself from the cookbook and look around, lost in your thoughts.

If your mom knows that a boy was here and she didn’t ask any more questions than that, you can bet your money that she has no idea that he spent the night. If she had known, the conversation would’ve been totally different, and your dad would’ve been, most definitely, brought into the conversation as well.

You do remember that you checked the doors and windows of your neighbors when Rafe came in, but when he left... God, how could you forget? You could’ve come up with a lie by now to your mom if you had seen someone outside, and you wouldn’t be under her radar because you became suddenly friends with a boy.

Yes, because that is truly the end of the world, isn't it?

The situation with your parents is that they like the fact that they are on the stricter side. You don’t consider their parenting overbearing since they do let you live your life from time to time. But there are times that you don’t like certain things. You already are of age, you’re graduating this year, and yet they still protect you and limit your interactions with anyone if it means that you will be in safe hands.

Of course, it's for your greater good and for your safety, but it's infuriating at times.

And about the problems with boys. It's a tad weird to explain. They might have hated the idea at first, but you’ve been in a relationship before. It was an exact year ago, and his name was Aiden.

Aiden was well put together, charming, and he was extremely nice to people. He was a kook and had a clear distaste for some other kooks. Yet he was the stereotypical kook ‘good boy’. He went to almost no parties - your dad already loved him for this -, never did any drugs, had good grades, a lot of friends and he treated you very well. That is why he became the exception to the "no boyfriends" rule in the first place. He was perfect.

He also was the one that took your virginity. Your parents would’ve died if they ever even heard a mumble about this, but it's true. At the time, you felt like the moment was right and did it. Overall, it's truly a story to forget. You didn’t have a good time, you were in pain and, unsurprisingly, ended the night unsatisfied.

Your relationship lasted 4 months, and you can count on one finger how many times you actually felt satisfied.

This entire relationship, even though perfect in your parents' eyes, ended because of you. You didn’t feel attracted to Aiden anymore, or for the month before that. You had been avoiding him to avoid the breakup itself, and he had had enough of that.

When you broke up, it wasn’t pretty. He was mad and very, very sad. While you… Well, you just started to talk and continued to ask for the end of your relationship while he cried. It probably was very insensitive of you, but you really just wanted to get out of that relationship. You didn't feel happy in it anymore. What else could you have done?

Your parents were heartbroken too and highly confused about how normal you were with the whole thing. They couldn't understand that you just didn't find yourself attracted to him anymore. They even used words such as "absurd" to define your reasoning behind the breakup. They expected you to come back to Aiden in a space of a week. Then they decided on a month. And, slowly, you let their dreams go right down the drain.

Also, at that time, you were already ogling someone else. No wonder you weren't attracted to your boyfriend of 4 months. You had none other than Rafe Cameron at your new job!

You've thought about this many times and, maybe, this is why you like Rafe so much. He makes you feel good and has yet to leave you unsatisfied one time. Yes, he is a horrible comparison to someone like Aiden, especially when it comes to their personalities, but you’re starting to think that it's just how it works for you. They're different. Very, very different. Aiden is soft whereas Rafe is rough. The way they act and the way they treat you are different. Yet you find yourself preferring Rafe every single time.

The vibrating of your phone snaps you awake from your thoughts, and you grab it, reading the texts quickly. You answer back with the instructions on how to not get caught by the neighbors, and your heart naturally speeds up at the thought. Rafe answers back quickly, and you try to control your smiling.

He's coming over again.

(...)

“They’re just nosy, that’s all.” You explain to the man behind you as you pull the door of your backyard open.

Both you and Rafe walk out into the sun. You have just got done eating your lunch, and you two are finally doing what you had planned. OBX is under one of those excruciatingly hot days, and whoever is out of their houses is either swimming in the sea or in their pools. And you happen to have one, while Rafe does not.

The warm air circles the both of you as Rafe closes the door behind him. You walk in front of him, throwing the towels onto the chair under the large umbrella, and grab your phone from the elastic of your shorts, discarding it on top of the towels.

“How nosy?” Rafe finally asks behind you.

“Enough for the whole street to almost know who is visiting who at ungodly hours.” You tell him before you turn to face him.

Rafe has a smirk on his face, and you look up at him as he walks up to stand closer to you.

“Do they know?” He asks.

“If they did, I would already be six feet under.” You tell him honestly, and that makes him laugh. “I’m not joking.” You say with a smile.

Rafe nods as you say that, yet doesn’t offer any commentary.

In these past few days, while the two of you were away from each other, Rafe has had it rough. If he thought that he could get you out of his head now that he very much has you, he was dead wrong.

You hunt his mind when he’s with his friends, in the middle of meals with his family, when he’s trying to sleep, everywhere and at every time of day. Even when he gets high. He has to hold himself back various times to not just drive over to your house and feed into his urges. Getting to see you today is almost like a breath of fresh hair after having been suffocated for so long. And that might be why he can't seem to take his eyes off you.

Yet, in the middle of all his suffering, Rafe likes, in a very twisted way, the fact that you can’t be seen with him. He knows the consequences, or maybe only some of them, and that makes things shift inside of him.

It might be the thrill of ever getting caught, but he knows it's more than that. It has to do with you and how you are. You're someone who shouldn't even be near someone like him. You should be kept far, far away. Away from him ever destroying you as people may think. Yet here you are, texting him and taking him into your home as if it's nothing. You are the perfect naive prey, but who is Rafe to complain?

When Rafe snaps awake from his thoughts, you begin to take off your clothes. If he was staring before, he sure is staring now. You're wearing a small pink triangle bikini top, and the way the fabric squeezes your boobs into place is almost working like a magnet with Rafe's concentration.

He can already tell that he highly underestimated ever spending a day by the pool with you. All it's doing is making him think of how you look under said fabric. The images in his mind aren't hard to find and it’s not doing him any favors.

You’re completely oblivious to his staring. You’re done pulling down your shorts and are walking towards the pool. Rafe watches as you carefully dip the tip of your toe in, testing the temperature of the water, and the expression on your face makes it clear as day that you are not getting in that ice-cold water any soon.

A small gasp escapes your mouth when you feel it, and Rafe smiles at you when you look at him in shock. You face the pool once more and sigh. No matter what you do, you know you're not getting in.

You turn back around to face a shirtless Rafe now putting down his phone over the table just beside the chairs. You walk back towards him, and he looks down at you as you stand beside him. You lean your cheek against the warm skin of his bicep and look around the backyard to get ready to move in the hot weather.

After arranging everything, including the chairs and the towels, you've just taken your seat on one of them when you remember that you forgot the waters.

“I can go grab them.” Rafe offers after you let him know.

Rafe disappears into the house, and your overthinking mind quickly makes you do a once-over of your neighbors' balconies.

It's a little scary but you try to look for any peeping eyes. The fence of your yard is pretty tall, so it would be improbable for someone to peek inside. It would only work if someone got a ladder to do it, which is improbable since no one would ever work that hard for gossip (right?). The balconies and windows are truly the only things you have to worry about. They have a clear view of your backyard. But, right as you look at them, all that you find are empty balconies and curtain-covered windows.

You force yourself to take a deep breath and relax. No one will catch you, there's no way.

The door slides back open, and you watch as Rafe comes back with two cold water bottles. He walks over to you and comes to stand in the shade of the umbrella.

Rafe's eyes lay on you to admire you while you’re leaning back on your chair. You have one leg up, and your whole body is almost like in a display. Leaning back and facing the other side of the backyard, distracted for just a second. That damned bikini never leaves his sight though, ever.

It's while you're distracted that he leans the freezing bootle onto the warm skin of your knee. You gasp at the temperature of the bottle against you, and, when you go to take the bottle from his hand, Rafe pulls it away.

Playfully, he leans the bottle against your arm next and pulls away again before you could grab it. The two of you laugh at one another. All while the contrast of your hot skin and the cold bottle makes chills run down your body, and make you unconsciously gasp each time.

“Stop that.” You giggle at him.

Rafe keeps doing it with a smile on his face, right as you continue to struggle. You huff with impatience and lean back on the chair, finally giving up. Rafe chuckles and looks down at you seriously this time. The way your body looks is making begin to feel lightheaded, and he swears that he doesn't want to take his eyes off you, ever.

Only after a few seconds more of his staring, you stare at Rafe a little confused with what he's doing, and that's exactly when he lays the cold bottle, for the last time, right in between your boobs.

He finally lets you snatch the bottle from his hand, and you give him a look, one that only worsened his amusement.

“Asshole.” You add, trying to look annoyed but failing as your smile comes back.

You notice, this time, Rafe's eyes on your body, but you don't say or do anything. You simply put down the bottle on the table beside you and sigh. You lay your feet on the chair, folding your legs, and Rafe takes it as an opportunity to sit in front of you.

You stare at him while he sits, and decide to playfully lay one of your legs over his lap. He stares up at you, following the path from your leg all the way up to your face, and one of his hands quickly lays and smooths over it. You're leaning back comfortingly and watching Rafe as he moves.

As he looks away from your face, he appears to be deep in thought, and you can tell that by the way his movements slow down and seem lighter. You watch him yet don't ever say a thing.

When he looks back at you, his hand on you comes back as heavy as it was at the start, and you feel him slide it all the way up to your hips. You look down to see him play with the side of the bikini bottoms, and you see the way his fingers work with the tied knot.

“How strict are your parents?” He asks out of nowhere.

His eyes lift up at yours, and you tilt your head in thought. You think for a little, trying to find a good enough short answer that defines your parents.

“They're a little strict. But not a lot, I don't think.” You answer simply.

He nods, accepting your answer, and you watch him, trying to understand what he’s trying to get at.

“Never let me have a pet.” You add.

Rafe raises his eyes up at yours and smiles.

“That’s your only complaint?” He asks, and you chuckle at him.

“The one that hurts the most.” You tell with a dramatic tone yet still with your bright smile.

He hums with a chuckle, and you look down at his hand on top of your leg.

“Why do you ask?”

He shakes his head dismissively at first, and his words only come out after a few seconds as he squeezes onto your upper thigh.

“Just wanted to know.”

You adjust your position on the chair, and Rafe’s eyes move back to your body. You sigh, finding it hard to breathe freely with the too-warm air, and sit up.

As you do it, you notice how you’re a bit closer to Rafe than you first expected to be, but you’re easily distracted from that as your eyes move over to the balconies all over again.

“Want to go back inside?” Rafe asks as he does the same thing as you, following your gaze.

“No, no. It’s okay.” You tell him.

You lay a kiss on his cheek before he looks back at you. Rafe turns his head right after and you lay a kiss on his lips. It's a long peck at first. Your hands stay on your lap while his stay on your hip. When you pull away, there's nothing but silence between the two of you.

It's you that starts the second kiss as well. Your hands come to lay over Rafe's cheeks, and his hand begins to move up and down your leg once again. Rafe squeezes the flesh of your thigh and, when he does it again, he squeezes it tighter than before.

He leans you back on the chair while deep in the kiss, and you relax underneath him. His hands move to lay beside your torso, and he pulls away from the kiss. You look at him as he moves to sit right in between your legs, and your lips connect again once he's done, all as your palms smooth down his muscled shoulders.

Rafe grabs onto your legs and pulls you down, making you squeak in surprise against his mouth. You're now laying down and your legs are wide open and over Rafe's, giving him more than enough space. You’ve shamelessly missed every single bit of this.

One of your hands gets lost in his hair, and Rafe pulls back from the kiss, beginning to kiss down your neck. He gets to your chest and with one swift move, he pushes the fabric of your small bikini to the side and exposes your tits.

You gasp as he brings his mouth to one of your nipples, and you cling further to his hair. Rafe holds you in place as you move under him and moan out lowly as soon as he nips at the sensitive skin. The sensation of his warm tongue and lips makes your entire body burn from underneath him. The sound of your moan was a little too loud, and Rafe smiles as he shushes you. You try to keep yourself composed as he moves on to your other boob, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he does so, but you find it hard to do as soon as he begins.

All that Rafe does feels so much better for no real reason. You can't ever understand it. It can sometimes be as simple as a touch on your leg or a kiss, and it will always be a thousand times better with him doing it.

He pulls away and sits up, admiring the view before him. Your body is laid down on the chair, tits exposed to your entire backyard and what you have left to cover you is just a bit more pink fabric. Rafe brings his hands to your hips and swiftly undoes the knots of your bottoms, uncovering you completely before him. He swears that something in him burned to ashes at this newer view.

Rafe looks over his shoulder, checking the balconies all over again and making you almost snap away from the pleasurable moment, and he smiles as he looks back at you. Anyone could see you right now, yet you don't ever tell him to stop.

Rafe moves back on the chair, getting some distance between the two of you, and before you can even question it, he leans down and buries his head in between your legs.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and Rafe's tongue licks through the middle of your folds, collecting all of your juices right away. You move around on the chair and involuntarily move your hips to meet his mouth. Rafe forces your legs open with his hands, and you let him, letting yourself become absolute putty in his hands. His tongue laps at your entire wet cunt and he almost moans at the taste of it.

You bring one of your hands to the top of his head and cling on to him as he begins to suck your clit into his mouth. You bite your bottom lip, trying to catch most of your sounds that threaten to escape, and Rafe releases it. His tongue finds your soaked entrance all over again and his nose moves against your clit as his hands cling onto your flesh.

“Rafe.” You whisper his name breathlessly, and his grip on you tightens.

You look down at him, smoothing his hair back as he eats you out. Your entire body is in some strange sense of euphoria. You have never had anyone do this to you before. You’re experiencing this all for the first time, and Rafe doesn’t even have a clue.

His mouth comes back to move over your clit, and you whimper, slightly muffling it by your own lips at the last second.

Rafe moves his tongue over it time and time again, and your hips move under him, making him lift his mouth off of you out of nowhere. You look down at him, and he almost sends you a glare. Holy shit. He doesn’t have to say anything as you still your hips and cutely look at him as an apology. Rafe gives you a warning with his silence, and, soon, his mouth comes back to you.

His lips cover your clit again, he sucks on it a bit stronger than before, and he lets go of it as he looks up at you to watch your reaction. A sheer layer of sweat has begun to make your body shine under the light, from both the pleasure and the heat that intensifies around you two, and Rafe groans against your clit as he brings it into his mouth again.

Two of his fingers slide inside of you, and you notice how you didn’t even feel him lift his hand from your leg. You force yourself to keep your hips steady. You feel him slide his fingers in and out of you, and, when you look down, you watch as them glisten. Rafe’s eyes meet yours, and he smiles before pushing his fingers back in and reaching deep into you before bringing his mouth back to you.

You feel his fingers slide in and move inside of you and you cling onto Rafe's hair, bringing your other hand to your mouth, covering it just in case anything escapes. You already feel the bottom of your stomach burning with lust and, every time you look down at Rafe, everything feels so much more intense. Your legs have moved with some sort of spasms. Your entire doesn't even know what to do with the feeling, and Rafe could not care less.

As his lips stay on your clit, his fingers continue to work inside you and he curves them as he moves in and out. You cry out against your palm, and Rafe grunts. His shorts have never been so tight in his life.

“Please, don’t stop, Rafe. Please.” You tell him, uncovering your mouth and letting your head lay back once more.

Rafe intensifies the movements of both his fingers and his tongue, and he has to hold your hips down with his free hand. He works his wet fingers quickly inside of you, and he moves his mouth away to stare at the way they go in and out of you.

He lays a kiss on the inside of your thigh and watches as you get nearer and nearer to your orgasm.

“Can I cum, please?” You ask him. Your attempts to keep your voice down are long forgotten.

He doesn’t answer right away, trying to test you for just a tiny bit, and he slides in a third finger, making you grab on tighter to his hair. He smiles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and brings your leg over his shoulder.

“You can cum, princess.” He says before bringing his mouth back to you.

His lips wrap around your clit again, and you lift your hand from his hair, knowing that you will pull on it too harshly if you keep going. You bring both of your hands over your mouth, and Rafe sucks onto your clit harder, and harder, making finally reach your orgasm.

Your back arches from the chair and your legs shake and try to close as you sob behind your palms. Rafe watches everything with pride in his eyes. He watches the way you squirm, hears the way you moan, feels the way your walls squeeze his fingers, and how you taste. He pulls his fingers away and goes back in with his mouth, licking and drinking all of your juices.

You pull your hands away as you breathe in and out shakily. Rafe notices your state and kisses your clit messily one last time, making you tense up under him as he smiles down at you.

He moves up to sit closer to you and hovers over your body. You look up at him with half-opened eyes, and he admires every inch of your skin. He could look at you all day.

You bring your hands up to hold onto him, as you always do, and Rafe kisses both of your palms before they get to lay over his cheeks. You force your weak body up and kiss his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue, and Rafe follows the kiss as you fall back on the chair. He deepens it, making you weakly moan against him, and he grunts before pulling away.

One of his hands comes to rest on your naked hips and one of yours disappears from his cheek. Rafe soon feels it on the hem of his shorts before you pull them down with no hesitation, making his cock spring free. His tip is red and he’s hard, really hard. You watch it as you wrap your hand around it. Your thumb is over his tip and Rafe groans from just your touch alone, feeling your fingertip wet with his precum.

You adjust your hips under his and Rafe moves a bit, getting into a comfortable position to actually fuck you in a chair. You pump his dick as soon as he stops moving, and you line him up with your entrance.

“Condom.” He reminds you.

You kiss him and his forearm lays next to your head.

“I’m taking the pill.”

Rafe doesn’t even think twice before he slides his cock inside of you. You gasp at the sensation and he swears under his breath. Both of your faces are so close to one another that you practically talk against each other's skin.

You feel so warm and wet, Rafe never thought anything could feel this good in his life. He almost has to take a deep breath and he pulls his head back a little to check on you. It doesn't take him long to begin to thrust into you, and you mewl from underneath him, already feeling pleasure get the best of you not even a minute in.

Rafe watches as your face frowns with pleasure and he begins to speed up as soon as he makes sure that you’re comfortable. He moves to hover over you and gets a better look at your naked body as he thrusts into you. It’s a view he’ll never get tired of in his whole life. Your whole body shifts underneath him and his stare as it's sensitive from your past orgasm, and he smiles at the worsening frown on your face.

Rafe keeps a slow pace yet his thrusts are harsh. He watches as you hold onto the arm of the chair tightly, and your body begins to move on the chair with the force of his thrusts. Rafe brings his hand away from near your head to hold onto the highest part of the chair, and he continues to move into you. There's a great distance between both of your bodies, leaving you now completely exposed to Rafe's eyes but, also, anyone else's.

Your wet walls squeeze him with his every move and Rafe’s free hand squeezes onto your thigh, still laid beside him. He watches as his cock slides in and out of you, always appearing wetter and wetter with each thrust, and the sight alone makes Rafe hold on tighter to the chair.

Your leg wraps around Rafe as you try to pull him nearer, and your whimpers continue to turn Rafe’s insides. Your noises always sound so soft and small, they match you, and that makes the man feral over every single thing about you.

Your sounds begin to become a little repetitive as there’s not one thrust that doesn't make you moan. Rafe knows that you’re already close yet keep on trying to hold back the intense feelings to not cum just yet.

He decides to speed up this time and your moans only get worse. They’re quicker, still following each thrust, and you look at him pleadingly.

“What is it, baby?”

You don’t answer, but you keep whimpering underneath him. He brings his fingers to your clit, and he works in very light and slow circles on top of the small bud, making you whimper a little louder this time.

“You’re so easy to please, princess.” He tells you, feeling your walls squeeze his cock.

You nod at him quickly, and his smile only grows as he puts some pressure on your clit. Your back lifts from the chair at that, and he watches it fall back in disappointment when he pulls them away. You subconsciously bring your hand to do it, but Rafe catches your wrist. His hold on your wrist is tight and almost hurtful but you’re not one to actually acknowledge the pain as pleasure seems to get the better of you right away.

Rafe angles his hips better as he holds your arm against the surface of the chair, and you whine from underneath him as his cock gets to touch every little spot inside of you.

“Don’t you even dare to think about doing that again.” He tells you harshly.

You sob out a cry of pleasure, and Rafe lets go of your wrist to touch your clit himself. You feel even wetter than before now, the squelching of his thrusts just being another sound that the two of you are not ashamed to silence.

Rafe works his fingers on your clit, and you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Can I cum, Rafe?”

“Already?” He teases you.

“Please.” You elongate the word as a frown comes back to your pretty face.

Rafe smiles and gives you a nod as a response. He keeps his movements consistent and soon you fall apart beneath him all over again. Your walls squeeze so tight that as he keeps thrusting into you, he feels his orgasm near as well. The squelching worsens and Rafe can see how his own skin and hair shine with your juices. He takes his hand away from your abused clit and focuses on his thrusts only.

Rafe grunts and holds onto the chair tighter, feeling his orgasm finally reach him too. As you feel his cum fill you with each movement of his, your body is still trying to calm down from everything that just happened. You close your eyes at the sensation and only open them several seconds later.

Rafe lets go of the chair and bring his forearm close to your head again, getting closer to you. The two of you breathe heavily onto each other’s faces, and Rafe leans his forehead against yours. The two of you are so sweaty and are in serious need of a shower. The air around you feels even more suffocating now, and the warmth around you is much, much worse.

Your hand comes to Rafe's cheek, and you close your eyes again, taking in the moment. Rafe lifts his forehead from yours and lays a kiss on it, then another on your lips.

You reopen your eyes and look at him, his blue eyes focused on you as he admires you with such care. He lays another soft kiss on your lips, and you caress his sweaty cheek with your thumb. Everything is so soft and sweet. It’s all so unnatural to Rafe but he doesn’t care. He lets himself experience every bit of it.

Your eyes lift from his as you remember where the two of you are. A small smile grows on your lips at how ridiculous and sudden it all seems in your mind.

“We need to get back inside.” You tell him, calming down your amusement.

Rafe nods and pecks your lips one last time. He makes sure to pull out slowly and only then bring his shorts back up. He covers your chest with your top and is careful with helping you put back on the other half, asking at least two times if you're okay.

The two of you stand up, and you hold on to Rafe as your legs get a little shaky. Your arm wraps around his torso and he grabs your stuff from the table before the two of you make your way to the inside of the air-conditioned house.

And right as you step back inside the cold house and close the door behind you, one of your neighbors finally lets her urges win and finally peeks outside.

She looks and looks and finds nothing but your family’s backyard. Empty. No one is outside, much to her confusion. There's really no one that could be the owners of the voices she heard. And she heard such weird noises too, she swore someone was right there.

She stands by her window for a little longer, holding her sheer curtain in her hand, trying to catch someone if they ever walk out of your house or from under the umbrella, yet you or Rafe never do such a thing.

Giving up, she finally takes a step back and sighs.

Such a weird thing.

Hope everyone liked this! If you have requested anything for this series/universe, do know that I've started working on it! I'm just respecting the story's timeline, so, you'll maybe have to wait for a few more smuts before the ones you requested get posted <3

FEEL FREE TO REQUEST STUFF ABOUT THESE TWO HORNDOGS!

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theaviatorthatcouldnotfly · 1 year

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I miss Milo Murphy's Law :(( did you have any Season 3 ideas?

jsbfksjflls I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS ANON YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE-

of course milo and zack getting chased by something big and round in the first episode (maybe some topiary thing because it would be spring)

milo and his new telepathy!! chad feels kinda down and milo gives him a hug and tells him he hopes he feels better soon. joni is uncomfortable in class because it's way too cold and milo gives her a spare jacket. bradley is nervous about not doing well on his math test and milo wishes him good luck and tells him he'll do great. amanda forgets her eraser at home and panics for a second before milo, from across the room, tosses one onto her desk.

(and all the whole everyone's just like ".........how'd you know when I didn't even SAY anything" and milo's all "well, what doesn't kill you on an alien planet only gives you telepathy!" and no one can tell if he's joking or not)

oh and speaking of bradley: an episode where he and milo get trapped in a classroom or just have to spend the entire day together and within the span of 11 minutes of one-on-one interaction with milo he kinda has a "huh. you're not so bad" kinda moment. he even lets milo hug him for an entire 2 seconds at the end!!!!

for the sake of continuity some recurring character/s have their "a big round thing is rolling through the school and it may or may not be caused by my own actions so I need to stop it before things get destroyed!!! also 'just roll with it' is magically playing in the background idk how that happened" subplot

an episode with the kiddos (the entire mid-afternoon snack club group + chad pls) spying on mr drako (chad insisted) to determine whether he really is a vampire. in the end there is still no definitive answer and everyone but chad is tired

i need dakavendish follow-up i need them to be the biggest losers in existence with each other

they absolutely have to call each other "balthazar"and "vinnie" at least once

joshua pruett mentioned that they were playing around with dakavendish being promoted and actually getting opportunities to save the world but they (particularly cavendish) end up hating it. I need that to happen. I NEED IT. the angst potential has entered the room

ZALISSA FOLLOW UP!!!! a bit of awkwardness perhaps bc they are dorks. romantic directness on the same level as S2 milanda please

also more milanda more milanda more milanda im-

another school dance episode!!

zack has to take care of his twin siblings for the day and they want to meet the other two members of the infamous trust triangle so he goes and invites milo and melissa over. chaos ensues and by the the time milo and melissa leave the house the front section of zack's lawn has been burnt to a crisp and the twins have fallen fast asleep even though it's barely 7 in the evening

MEETING YOUR SECOND DIMENSION COUNTERPARTS???? since season 3 was supposed to be directed towards interdimensional stuff??

bonus points if dakavendish is canon in the second dimension

milo goes over to amanda's house to work on a project at one point and amanda already warned her parents about murphy's law and told them to baby proof their most prized possessions. they both end up taking a liking to milo and his positivity while also being slightly terrified of him. by some miracle the project does get finished but not without the typical dose of chaos and fires

an episode dedicated to bradley, mort, chad, and amanda and what they do all day when they're not actually part of the main plot

and more bradley mort chad and amanda in general I just love of all of them

more saneal!! I need them and milo to go to a dr. zone comic con together and dress up and be the gigantic loveable dorks that they are together

doofenshmirtz still needs to continue his professor time arc so he's still gotta be there ofc but give him less screen time than s2 pleaseeee. it's milo murphy's law and at the end of the day the focus should always be coming back to milo, zack, and melissa as well as dakota and cavendish

MORE JUST GETTING STARTED!!!

dakavendish finally gets that trip to hawaii

the murphys go on vacation for spring break and yet again total chaos ensues

more school field trips to the museum

for the sake of middle school shenanigans and continuity another sports-academics thing. I'm coining the term cherography (chess-marathon running-geography) but literally anything would be fine by me

the kids go to a public middle school so the inevitable standardized testing episode must be done

I'd love to see a school talent show or a school play episode (run by amanda and assisted by milo of course)

episode/s where melissa is just trying to go about her day with milo and zack when she suddenly disappears after getting caught up in the newest Time Travel Related plot of the week. zack and milo are confused until suddenly she and savannah reappear out of nowhere to deliver an out of context warning ("DONT GO NEAR THE DUMPSTER" or "GO BUY COTTON CANDY NOT ICE CREAM") before disappearing again to fix things

just more melissa and BOTT shenanigans in general honestly i love to see it

an episode focusing on the mml gals!! it could be brigette and sara it could be amanda and melissa and lydia it could be all of them it could be other characters but just an episode like that!

there's a mandatory science fair thing and milo and zack are partners so they decide to go with the most convenient option possible which happens to be a potato-powered lightbulb. somehow they literally flood the school gym with their potato-powered lightbulbs but as it turns out half the class didn't bother to or forgot to do their projects so they just take the lightbulbs and use those as their projects. by the end mrs. murasaki gives everyone a 'C' for functioning but unoriginal projects apart from melissa and bradley as well as amanda and joni

yeah that's all from me but first and foremost I wish mml would get renewed!!!!! for s3!!! usvfkajnfkajmfmalmdlanfms

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pokemenlovingmen · 1 year

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ur writing has truly captivated my attention, i truly adore how you characterize everyone, and thats not yet reading your other writing requests AAAAA!!!! im just!! wow cat eyes wide holding these fics in my hands gently

if its alright, im a little embarrassed to ask so quickly, could i ask for more general loving teasing for adaman? just flustering him (by blatantly flirting with him if anything) sounds like a fun time tbh msbdndb

I’m sorry I didn’t respond to this sooner, I wanted to, but since it had a request attached I waited on the post. But thank you so much!! You guys are for real SO NICE, like for as many specifics and rules as I have for requesting and interactions I’ve pulled such a kind and supportive audience. I usually write full fics in my spare time, but it’s been hard to finish any project so these headcanon list type things are good to keep the creative juices flowing, and I’m so flattered that what I basically use as practice pieces are things you like so much!!! You guys are so kind!!! I’m glad you like my stuff so much!! We gays are in this together!

And Adaman requests are always speaking my language, I’ve never been as down biblically bad for a man in a Pokemon game as I have that guy <3

Teasing and Flirting w/ Adaman!

💎 — Adaman is pretty hard to shake up, not that he’s stoic, but more that he’s just so laid-back and being raised into this clan leadership position, it’s second nature for him to just be ready to react to anything.

💎 — And if someone he didn’t have feelings for tried teasing or flirting with him, he’d probably just smile, totally oblivious to their true intentions because he’s got a million things on his mind and any attraction for that person isn’t one of them. He just won’t think anything of it.

💎 — But coming from a person he is romantically inclined towards, however…

💎 — Well, he might laugh a lot more at your jokes. You might catch him running a hand through his hair with surprising regularity. Like he’s nervous or something…

💎 — He’ll usually do that classic narrow-eyed Adaman Look towards you when he realizes you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Well, ha! He’s the leader of the Diamond Clan, and he’s more strong-willed than that, thank you very much.

💎 — But okay, you’re really testing him. He’s good at keeping his voice steady, but if you’re around other people there’s no mistaking how his face tints just sliiiightly pink when you talk.

💎 — Walk up to him and twirl his hair while he’s just talking to someone or even just minding his own business, he’ll whip around and give you a MASSIVE glare.

💎 — Hugs from behind really fluster him. If you wrap your arms around his waist the first thing that kicks in is the “defend myself from wild Pokemon” instinct, and once he realizes it’s only you he’ll just scowl and try and ignore you.

💎 — The “scowl and try to ignore you” is a regular technique of his that usually doesn’t work. Of course, you know him well enough to tell the difference between when he’s flustered and actually mad. Adaman’s face doesn’t go all red when he’s angry.

💎 — He’ll take your first few flirtatious comments in stride but the thicker you lay it on, the less dignified his responses get.

“Do you know how pretty you are?”

“Why, yes, I did! Thank you for noticing, S/O.”

“You’re soooo cute when you smile.”

“Did you mean handsome? I don’t think a clan leader is meant to be ‘cute’.”

“You have the sweetest laugh ever, I want to hear it more.”

“Very sweet of you, but we’re in public!”

“If I kiss this spot behind your ear, you get all red and it’s the cutest thing ever, look…”

“Eh?! Can’t this wait for somewhere more private??”

💎 — Funny thing is, Adaman does a lot of teasing himself. He’s suave, confident, and charming, being teasy and flirtatious is just second nature. But if there’s one thing that’s also true about Adaman, is he CANNOT take what he dishes out. His flustered reactions to your teasing are pure and simple embarrassment. He’s nervous about looking too soft.

💎 — He’s never been in a relationship before, much less one with a man, and he has a lot on his shoulders as clan leader. Romantic interactions, all that playful couple stuff, it’s all so new to him and being on the receiving end of it just. Short circuits him. It’s why you find him so fun to fluster, and also why he forgives you so quickly—it’s just some harmless fun and your little way of nudging him to relax a bit in your relationship.

💎 — And he understands and appreciates that! He loves the flirting, deep down, he just has literally no idea how to react to it. Feelings?? Help?? Man calling me pretty make my heart go thump??

💎 — When you two are finally somewhere remotely private, he drags you off by the arm with a “what was that?!”

💎 — You just wink at him and tell him he’s so cute, it’s just hard to help yourself sometimes.

💎 — He’s also very weak to winking. That suaveness sweeps him off his feet.

💎 — When he does get you alone while you’re still in that flirty, teasey mood, he’ll probably scold you a bit and try as hard as he can to be mad at you—which he isn’t, because he’s a pushover and also this attention just tickles his heart in the best way.

💎 — But after he gets done sulking… he might scoot a little closer to you and shyly ask if you could talk like that with him again, or be playfully affectionate again, it really did feel good.

💎 — Just stop doing it while he’s trying to handle clan business!! You HARLOT. (affectionate)

💎 — But hey, you’ll get him to loosen up eventually. Until then, it’s pretty funny to watch him struggle to conjure up a proper reaction to you being this way.

(This all came out incredibly sexual-sounding which wasn’t the intent at all… my apologies. The harlot thing was a dramatic jab but nothing was intended as sexual here, Adaman getting flustered was just him getting flustered, nothing more. That ended up being really challenging to convey though, I’m sorry. ;;)

#pokemon x reader #adaman x reader #adaman x male reader #pokemon male reader #male reader

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praisethegabs · 9 months

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Here's my entire work collection. I'm NOT taking any requests at the moment, but you can always feel free to send me a dm.

LEON S. KENNEDY

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

what happens when he can't stop thinking about you after months since he broke up with you? when he appears at your door in the middle of the night, you'll finally have the answers you were looking for.

HOT

you and leon decide to drink in a bar once the guy you both investigate doesn't show up. the thing is, he's really hot and attractive and gets all the attention. the problem? well, leon doesn't like it when you flirt with someone else.

TAKING CARE

he needs comfort and someone who cares about him, and you know he won't say it. at least, not out loud.

SCARS

you and Leon are the rookies in the training camp, although leon is under the training of major krauser. you hate krauser more than anyone else and you despise his methods, knowing how abusive he can be. as for leon, he's your roommate and he's like a stranger to you — until you see his scars.

UMBRELLA

he's your partner, and you both have one thing in common: finish the job. sadly, you weren't expecting a betrayal.

FREAK

leon is a test subject, a freak. he can't remember the world outside, and he doesn't have any notion of time. all he knows is pain. he doesn't have any hope left. he knows he'll die in there, completely alone, traumatized and scared. until he meets you, the new leading supervisor.

HOME

starting a family right after the incident that ended raccoon city wasn't in your or leon's plans, but destiny decided to bless you two with twins. now married and with two kids to raise, life can't be better. leon finally seems to be healing and moving on, until his job starts to take a toll on him. again.

HEALING

leon is in the process of healing, and this is something that requires patience, attention, kindness, and empathy. after everything he went through in the lab, now he is slowly adjusting to the world again, and he needs you more than never. you know he'll live with the scars for the rest of his life, but all that matters is his safety and the new memories he'll make.

B.D.S.M

leon has a guilty pleasure, which is a deep secret no one knows. every time after a stressful mission, leon goes to this particular place to release his tension. you're too familiar with the man, already knowing what he loves. he's your favorite customer. you're his favorite mistress.

HATE THAT I LOVE YOU

leon can't stand seeing you around him. you know how much he hates you and you like having fun with it. things get worse when the two of you get lost during one mission, with no comms to call for help. leon blames you for everything, until he revels something he shouldn't.

MINI SERIES

OLDER

he's getting older, and he knows that. not believing in luck or in love, leon finds himself in a position of complete misfortune. he convinced himself he's not worthy of love, but that changes when he meets you.

BEFORE

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 : the mission goes wrong and he has nothing but you to save him.

EUPHORIA

leon is just a single college history professor. dealing with a recent breakup, he doesn't think he will be able to get in a relationship any time soon. moving from his old city, he decides to start again in this college. everything changes when he meets you and the euphoria that comes with you, which makes him question his ethics and morality.

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shy-lynn · 2 months

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Safe

(An RE4 remake Leon Fanfiction)

cw: MDNI!, NSFW 18+, violence, gore, brief mentions of dark things/topics

CHAPTER 3

I fell back into a deep sleep on Leon's chest, I was so deeply asleep that I didn’t even feel Leon get out of the bed. I woke up to the bed, empty. I rose out of bed and yawned. I then heard talking coming from downstairs. It sounded like Leon was on the phone. I tried my best not to interfere and stay out of his business as I wandered downstairs and into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. I could hear Leon starting to get aggravated and he began to start arguing with whoever he was talking to on the phone, but I tried my best to ignore it until I heard my name. I then turned around swiftly to look at Leon, my eyes wide. He turned around to face me as well and put his hand up to tell me to wait. I furrowed my eyebrows into a concerned look.

“What’s the point of this then? You guys are messed up. No, Hunnigan, I don’t want to hear excuses. Our job is to keep her safe, bringing her in so that he can do tests on her is not keeping her safe in my opinion. Fine. Okay, fine, I understand. I know I made a commitment to do whatever he says, doesn’t mean I have to like it. Whatever. Okay. Yes, see you then.” Leon then gave me a sympathetic sort of look and slammed his phone down on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry. You’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you.”

I walk closer to Leon, my heart beating rapidly in my chest, worried about what Leon is getting ready to tell me, “Just… tell me. Don’t sugar coat it.”

Leon let out an exasperated sigh before beginning to speak, “So, the people I work for… They want to bring you in to do a couple of tests. They want proof that you’re immune to those viruses that you say you are. They also have a couple questions they needed to ask you about that situation you were in. The tests… Well, they aren’t easy. They take a lot out of you. But, I hate to say that if you don’t agree to these tests then they aren’t willing to help you anymore. We were able to pull some strings to ensure your safety and all, but it won’t be guaranteed to you anymore if you don’t do the tests. I’m really sorry, (y/n).”

I widen my eyes in shock, my mouth slightly agape. I swallow the lump in my throat before nodding my head, “I-I’ll do it… I want them to know I’m not lying or making it up. Do… the tests hurt?”

Leon looked surprised at my willingness to actually go through with the tests, he cleared his throat, “I won’t lie or sugarcoat it for you, since I know you told me not to. The tests are not pleasant. They might hurt. I can’t say for sure because I’ve never experienced it before. But, I did have to get the plaga-virus out of my system from some weird device, and that was excruciating. So if it’s anything like that machine… then all I can do is apologize.” Leon ran his hands through his hair out of obvious frustration. I could tell that he hated this. I could tell that all he wanted to do was keep me safe and that this goes against his plans of doing so. “We have to be down to the lab in an hour and a half, so you should probably go get ready.”

I nod my head reluctantly and turn to go upstairs to my bedroom to shower and get ready to go. I keep having to remind my body to breathe because my mind is so overwhelmed about what’s to happen that I can’t focus on anything else. After I finish getting ready, I go downstairs and see Leon already showered and dressed as well. His shoes are already on, his expression is solemn. He looks up at me and tries to give me a reassuring smile but it’s so forced that it doesn’t have any positive effect on me at all, “Ready?” he asks.

I nod my head and follow him out to the car. We begin the long drive to this lab. The whole car ride is done in silence. Only Leon breaks the silence occasionally to ask how I’m doing, his concern being very apparent. After a while, we arrived at this large, bland, gray building. Leon parks and turns off the car before getting out. I hesitate slightly before getting out myself. I follow Leon into the building, he uses a badge to open the door. He leads me down a long bright white hallway and stops at a set of double doors that needs a badge to enter. I feel tension rise as we both stand here. I stare at the door and then back at Leon. He grabs the badge and scans it to open the door. He goes in first and holds the door open for me. Upon entering, the first thing I notice is how cold it feels here. I look around and see that it’s dark and cramped. Filled to the brim with a lot of silver and white machinery. I begin to feel a panic rise in my chest. I then turn to look at Leon and wait for him to give me further instruction on what to do now.

From the shadows, a man emerges to greet us, “Ah, Agent Kennedy, nice to see you.” He then glances at me from over his glasses, “And this is the young girl we’re running tests on, huh? Who would’ve thought that this little thing could be immune to these deadly viruses. Eh, I guess we’ll see about that.” The man looks slightly frightening to me. His glasses hang off the tip of his long and crooked nose. His gray hair slicked back, revealing his receding hairline. He points to a chair in the middle of the room, “Sit down, miss.”

I walk over to the chair slowly and sit down. Leon backs away and leans on the wall where the doors are. I begin to give Leon a look of worry which signals him to say, “I’ll be right here. Don’t worry. This is as close as I can be. I’m sorry.” I nod my head and take a deep breath. I hear the older man begin to click some buttons causing some of the machines to roar on. I jump slightly in the chair at how loud the machines are. I then hear the man chime in.

“Okay, this first test is probably the easiest of the bunch. We’re testing your immunity to the T-virus. The machine is just going to inject you with a dose of the virus and then we will wait to see what happens.” He then walks over to me and puts my wrists and ankles in restraints. I start to feel a pit rise in my stomach, this triggering my PTSD from being chained to that bed and experimented on. Leon tries to give me reassuring looks, but it’s not helpful, “Sorry, this is just a precaution in case you aren’t immune to the viruses and mutate.”

I close my eyes and try to imagine that I’m anywhere else right now. After a couple of minutes, I feel a needle get injected into my neck, causing me to wince slightly. But it really wasn’t all that bad. I sat there for a while, everything silent as they waited for the virus to enter my bloodstream. 30 minutes passed and nothing happened to me which caused Leon to sigh in relief. They finish up the other tests, each one successful. The last test is apparently where it gets bad. The man explains to me that he has to send a series of electrical shocks to my body to ensure that the viruses aren’t just doormat and waiting for something to activate them. He gives me a rubber object to bite on, in hopes that it’ll keep my screams quiet.

The shocks electrocute my body causing me to drop the rubber object from my mouth, a blood curdling scream escaping my lips. I move my head to look at Leon, only to catch him looking deeply uncomfortable as he turns his body away and walks out the double doors. I try my best not to feel hurt by his abandonment, it wasn’t his responsibility to provide me any comfort. His mission was just to make sure I’m safe at the safe house. Nothing more. After 30 minutes of absolute torture, the man finally undoes the restraints on my wrists and ankles and tells me I’m free to go, that he has all the information he needs. I exit out of the room and look around to find Leon sitting just outside the doors, his head in his hands. I gently tap him on the shoulder and he jumps up to look at me, a wave of relief washes over his face and then a wave of guilt replaces his relief.

“I’m so sorry. I just… it made me uncomfortable to see you like that.” He then stands up from where he was sitting on the floor and gently pats my shoulder, “How… Do you feel?”

I shake my head quickly, “It's okay… It’s… Not your job to comfort me. And I won’t lie… My body hurts really bad right now.”

Leon gives me a sympathetic sort of look and nods his head, turning to walk down the hallway to exit the building. I follow closely behind him and we go to his car. We get in and he starts the car before looking at me, “Let’s get you home so you can rest your body.” I nod my head and we begin the long car ride back to the safe house. When we arrive, Leon lets me inside and then tells me that he’s going to run an errand quickly and that he’ll be back in 10. I nod my head and lock the door behind him as he told me to do before. I then walk upstairs to my bedroom and crawl into bed, my body feeling drained from everything that happened to it. I must've fallen asleep because when I awoke, it was dark outside. I look around the room and rub my eyes. I see a vase filled with yellow, pink and red flowers on the nightstand to my left and some chocolates laying right next to the vase.

A smile forms on my lips as I realize that that was probably the ‘errand’ that Leon was talking about. I get out of bed and walk downstairs and see Leon sitting on the couch, watching TV. I sit down next to Leon and turn my body to face him, “T-Thanks for the flowers and the chocolate.”

Leon gives me a small smile before saying, “Don’t mention it. But you know… the chocolate only helps if you eat it.”

I give Leon a confused look unsure of what he means, “Chocolate. I don’t know why, but after those tests it helps, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. It’s probably the sugar.” I nod my head and smile, which causes Leon to let out a small chuckle before turning his attention back to the movie he’s watching, “If you want to choose something to watch, then you can, you know.” I shake my head.

“That’s okay. My brain feels too foggy to focus on anything right now.” I say softly. Leon nods his head in understanding and gives me a reassuring glance. I scoot closer to Leon on the couch and curl up next to him. I can tell that this took Leon by surprise, but he immediately wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I relax into him, this feeling strangely normal.

(thanks for all the love on my posts! Please let me know what you think of this series so far! I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, I've been pretty busy lately. Also feel free to request certain fanfic topics and what not.)

#re4 remake #re4 #leon s kennedy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil #yandere leon kennedy #yandere male #leon #18+ content #18+ only

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transmechanicus · 8 days

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Hi! I'm honestly excited that tumblr recommended me a good blog for once. It's nice to see other trans ppl living their best life out here.

Anyway, I hope you don't mind a question, but I'm currently an undergrad and really interested in grad school. idk how applicable your experience would be since im a comp sci student, but what's it like in grad school? how accepting has it been of trans people for you? do you have any recommendations on what to do to increase the chance of getting in?

p.s. idk a ton about biochemistry or genetics, but i have a friend who's super into it (he's also planning on going to grad school for it lol), and I love hearing him talk about it. so I'm also curious as to what you're doing :o

Grad school is broken up into phases in my experience, which is dependent on institution and major. For me, year one is classes and rotations, the latter of which is 7 week trials in a lab of interest to get a feel for their work and the lab social and mentor environ. Classes generally compose discussing research techniques and recent publications, and test you on your ability to read research literature and understand it as well as propose follow up investigations. Year two is finishing classes and starting work on your thesis projects, as well as completing preliminary exams, which for biochem are written (grant proposal) and oral (ppt presentation of grant proposal). Year two has less classes than year one and your actual lab work dominates most of your time. Year 3, 4, and 5 are basically spent having a full time job as a senior lab researcher where you are expected to learn your local field well enough to come up with an idea and pursue it to discover or demonstrate something novel in the form of your thesis, as well as publish at least one paper on your work in the meantime.

My institution has not had any issues with trans ppl in my experience. I came out to my lab in Oct of 2023, and gradually to my classmates and the wider program over the following months. Administrative staff and professors have been very on the ball with my pronouns and chosen name, and our program recently got a new professor who is also a trans woman. I won't say which institution to reduce the amount i dox myself, but safe to say I'm content in regards to my treatment as a transgender person.

Getting into grad school usually requires demonstrated undergraduate research or a gap period of research employment after undergrad. I did some undergraduate work (though not strictly in my field) and a year of relevant employment after undergrad. 3 months into said employment I applied for grad school lol which was a little earlier than usually advised bc i hadn't been there long. (My post-bac PI was very demanding and restrictive so I wanted out ASAP). The main things grad schools are looking for is are you able to talk about research you're doing now, what research you want to do, and why you've chosen their institution. They want you to demonstrate you have an interest in researching topics they have professors willing to support, and also that you have the problem solving and data analysis skills to adequately perform research work and operate semi-independently. Having undergraduate or post-bac research that you can explain in detail why you did certain things, what the motivation is, what the goal is, etc is how you prove your worth to grad recruiters (who are usually professors looking for students).

My work is specifically focused on the use of short synthetic peptides to sense the activity of kinases, which regulate pathways in the human body related to growth, division, and apoptosis. When kinases are disregulated it causes various diseases, but it's hard to test drugs for many of these kinases bc there aren't effective monitors for their activity that don't get a lot of false positives due to overlapping signal pathways. The use of synthetic peptides with certain sequences gets around that issue of false positives, and they can be modified to provide information about how effectively a kinase is binding and interacting with the peptide, which would change under exposure to effective inhibitor drugs for those kinases. TL;DR I make little bits of protein to bind other broken proteins and tell me when they're turned on so other ppl can design drugs to turn them off.

Pls let me know if you have any further questions, I apologize that I don't know any comp-sci majors so this might be wildly inaccurate in some regards. XD

#my stuff #asks

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Hi! Could you do pregnancy prompt " the pregnancy test... it's yours. right? "? ❤️with joe or steve?

Test - J.K

when i tell you that pregnancy prompts and baby imagines are some of my favourite things to write i am not lying! i hope this was okay, enjoy loves <3

there you were. locked in the shared bathroom, pregnancy test in hand, thick tears falling down your face. you'd never planned for this to happen, you and Joe had only moved into your house three months ago and now you had a baby on the way? you were both so busy with work and other things, you'd never even spoken about having a baby. you had no idea how Joe would react, what if he left you alone with them? how would you take care of a baby all on your own? a thousand thoughts ran through your mind all at one and you were only pulled out of your trance when you heard Joe softly knock on the door. "y/n? are you alright? you've been in there for ages" he said, you quickly wrapped the test in the toilet paper which was next to you and put it in the bin.

"yeah i'm fine, i'll be out in a second" you stuttered, your voice sounded shaky and your nose was blocked. "y/n? are you sure you're alright? let me in babe" he said, turning the door knob slightly but stopped when he saw it was locked. "no i'm fine, give me a minute" you snapped. you heard him sigh before walking away from the door. you quickly washed your face to get rid of the mascara which was smudged all down your cheeks. once your face was free from mascara stains, you took a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking downstairs to see Joe sat down on the sofa with your dog Rex. you walked to sit next to Joe and you put your head on his chest. he put an arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. "i'm sorry for snapping earlier, i was trying to take my makeup off and it kept smudging" you spoke, your voice sounded strained from your crying but Joe didn't mention it.

"no it's okay, what do you wanna watch?" he said, changing the subject quickly which you were grateful for. "we can watch whatever. actually, what about Spree? that's one of my favourites" you said, he laughed loudly at you. Spree was one of your favourite films which Joe had starred in. he nodded his head and went to netflix to put it on. it was about halfway through the film when Joe announced he needed the toilet. you moved your head off of him and allowed him to get up. he was up there for a while and you wondered where he had got off too. just before you were about to get up and look for him, he came down the stairs. he looked anxious and stressed. you'd never seen him like this before.

"you okay?" you said as he sat back down next to you. he nodded his head and put an arm back around your shoulders, pulling you back into him. for the rest of the night he was acting strange, he hardly spoke throughout the film like he usually would, he had his arm around you but he wasn't playing with the ends of your hair, he just wasn't himself. after the film finished, you both got up to go get ready for bed. it was a quick process since you had already taken off your makeup. you put on your pyjamas which consisted of christmas bottoms and one of Joe's hoodies. you got into bed and waited for him to exit the bathroom.

once he did, he immediately slipped into the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms. he kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes. "i need it talk to you about something but i don't want to make you feel pressured to tell me or uncomfortable i would just like to know." he said, your eyes shot open. did he know? what was he going to say?. "when i went to the bathroom earlier, i had to put something in the bin and i saw something wrapped in toilet paper. i was curious so i pulled it out of the bin and i saw a positive pregnancy test" he said, your eyes welled up with tears as he spoke. he knew and you didn't know what to do. as he kept talking, the tears from your eyes fell at a fast pace.

"y/n i need you to tell me, the pregnancy test... it's yours right?" he said, finishing off what he was trying to say. you immediately started sobbing into his chest. you could only nod your head. no words would form in your brain allowing you to talk. "okay" he whispered, not pushing you to talk. he kissed your forehead as he pulled you on top of him. he held you as you sobbed to him, the only words coming out were small "i'm sorry's" which could barely be heard. Joe was trying to calm you down, kissing your forehead every so often and rubbing your back softly. "do you think you can take some deep breaths for me love? i need you to calm down" he said i'm the sweetest voice you'd ever heard.

you took some deep breaths and tried to calm down but the tears didn't stop falling. Joe sat up as best he could with you in his arms and started talking. "i know we didn't plan this and i know you're scared but we can discuss what you want to do. it's your body and i wouldn't want to push something on you which you aren't ready for. if you do want to keep the baby then we will manage yeah? i can see you being an amazing mum and i'd be so proud to say i was the father of that baby" he said, his words made more tears spill from your eyes, both happy and sad tears. you looked up from his chest and looked into his eyes and saw that he had a closed mouth smile. you sniffed and nodded your head, you knew you would get through this with Joe and you were so grateful for him.

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anotherpage-inthe-book · 8 months

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March 30th - April 25th

April 5th 2023

Apologies in advance cause this post is going to be lonnnnnnnng but I have chosen to share something very personal and real. So here it goes;

I always knew I wanted children. I have known ever since I was old enough to comprehend what having children & a family would actually mean. I was always set on having a baby the good old fashioned way. Toughing it out and delivering vaginally. Of course, I always understood that things could happen and that circumstances could change. Although, that couldn’t happen to me... right? Wrong.

When I first found out I was pregnant with our daughter, I was in disbelief. I think I bought about seven or eight pregnancy tests because I was in such disbelief at the first one. The initial feeling of ‘oh my god’, quickly turned into, ‘OH MY GOD I’M HAVING A BABY!’. I went into our room and told my partner (let’s call him J) I needed to talk to him about something. After he had finished up on his computer, I held out 3 positive pregnancy tests. J said, “Why are you showing me your positive COVID test”. He quickly realised it wasn’t a COVID test and he was over the moon.

Fast forward to being 33 weeks pregnant; I had done all of my scans. Which showed normal growth, normal sizing, and most importantly, a healthy baby. I had done not one, but two glucose tolerance tests. I found them not to be as bad as what everyone says they are. It just tastes like really strong lemon cordial. I had all my blood work come back normal, with just a minor iron deficiency. This is very common in pregnancies because bubba gets majority of it. I had just finished at my last growth scan and was headed home. I was feeling good, I had just seen my baby girl and was told/shown that she was measuring well and was healthy. As to be expected, I had gained some weight from being pregnant. Although, I was just happy that our baby was getting the nutrition she needed.

It was about 9:30, just after my Mother was due to start work, when I started to get a headache. So I had some water and went to bed. I woke up around midnight with a pounding headache, seeing stars in my vision and just feeling unwell and not myself. I messaged Mum and told her what was going on. She told me to get J to help take my blood pressure, have some Panadol & water and lie down with calming rain sounds to help. J helped me do my BP, which I thought was relatively okay (given I was a tad agitated and in pain from my headache). So I did what Mum told me to do and went to sleep. Woke up the next day and was feeling my normal self, so I went about my day as normal.

That evening, I started to feel the same way that I felt the previous night. This time, I kept it to myself. I thought it would go away just like it did the night before. Around 5/6pm, I went outside and sat in the pool because this strange feeling just wouldn’t go away. I spent a good 30-45 minutes out there. I went inside for dinner and to chill out whilst I tried to figure out what was causing me to feel so off.

Mum and I sat in the lounge room, watching TV, when she asked me if I wanted her to do my blood pressure. She asked because I was looking agitated and uncomfortable. She did it, and when I looked at her to ask how it was, she had this smile on her face. It was the type of smile one gives another person when they are trying to dull down how serious a situation. I asked Mum if it was good or bad. She just said, “I think you need to call the hospital and see what they say.” My blood pressure was 180/100mmHg. Which is very, very high.

I rang the maternity ward at the hospital. Sure enough, they said I needed to come in as soon as possible. We quickly packed a small bag with all the essentials for a SHORT hospital stay. I thought that we would only be in overnight and maybe the next day. When J and I got to the hospital, the first thing they did was reassess my blood pressure, take a urine sample, and some blood tests. All came back elevated. My blood pressure remained alarmingly high. My urine test came back with elevated protein and my bloods were marginally worrisome. I just kept asking if the baby was okay. I kept asking if this was causing her distress and what we could do to stop it. I was given medication, after medication, to try and bring my blood pressure down. However, nothing was seeming to work definitively. After multiple doses of anti-hypertensives, my blood pressure started to plateau around the 140-150’s. This was still not ideal, but better than what it was. I was feeling like rubbish at this point because of the anti hypertensives, pain medication, antacids, and anti nausea medications I had been given.

Our doctor came in at around 1am. She was was able to give us some news that, quite literally, made me sick to my stomach. It was from nerves, stress, and an entire range of other emotions. I was diagnosed with sudden onset severe pre-eclampsia. She told me that, if left untreated, could be fatal to Bub and I.

Preeclampsia is a complication of pregnancy which is detected by women having high blood pressure, high levels of protein in their urine (that indicates kidney damage) and/or other signs of organ damage such as epigastric pain (indicating the liver damage). The doctor then told me that I would be staying for almost 2 weeks. However, it ended up being a few days longer. It was all starting to make sense and fall apart, simultaneously. My general feeling of being unwell, the headaches, the rapid weight gain and fluid retention (I probably tripled in size within a week due to fluid retention which was a big yikes), the blurred vision and visual disturbances; the lot. And I was sick, I mean physically I threw up after we were told. I think it was from anxiety but it was probably because of all the medications I had been given. Our doctor reassured us and tried to calm our nerves, but I know I was out of my mind worried about bubba. As was J. Funnily enough, our daughter was healthy and unaffected by what was going on & it was my body that wasn’t coping however that very well could’ve changed at any given time.

That first night I would like to say was the worst it got. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. I was admitted to the maternity ward the next day where we received nothing but the best from the midwives. They were kind, caring, and were always checking in on us to see how we were coping. I think it was because they could see the mental and physical toll it was taking on not only me, but J and my Mum as well. During my stay on the ward, I had multiple different tests and scans to monitor by blood pressure, kidney, liver functions, and my overall health. I won’t lie, I really was unaware as to how unwell I was and how serious the situation was.

Due to the severity of my preeclampsia, we were told that our daughter would probably have to be born early around 37 weeks. At 37 weeks, a baby is considered to be full term. They have fully mature lungs, as the baby is getting ready to be born. I had asked the doctor, and the midwife, if it was still possible to follow our birthing plan of having a water birth. Unfortunately, as we were now a ‘high risk’ pregnancy, a water birth was out of the question. Then came the question of, "will I be able to have a vaginal birth with our baby?". This was an aspect of pregnancy that I was actually very eager to be able to experience. Originally, I wanted a water birth with as minimal medical intervention as possible. I felt like, as painful as Labor may be, it would be equally as beautiful to be able to bring our daughter into the world this way. My treating doctor told me that, although labor was not impossible, it was highly unlikely that I would be able to safely go through labor. She explained that I would likely need to have a caesarean. I was obviously 100% on board with whatever our little baby needed to be happy and healthy, but it still felt like I was stripped of having the birthing experience that I wanted.

It was a few days after I was admitted that we were informed that we wouldn’t be able to make it to 37 weeks. The doctors were worried my body and organs would give up due to the stress they were under. I said to the doctors I would at least get to 34 weeks (which was 4 days away). They were hesitant to wait that long. I thought I would be able to, because it was only just a bit of high blood pressure right? Clearly I was in a bit of denial about everything. Over the next few days, I had multiple blood tests, CTGS and vital signs attended. All showing that my body was struggling. My liver functions were declining. My kidneys were struggling. I was struggling to move due to the fluid retention. I was having issues breathing and doing everyday activities that I usually would’ve been able to do independently. My blood pressure, although much more controlled due to being on two different anti hypertensives 4-5 times a day, was still elevated. The CTG’s weren’t bad, but they weren’t good. So I was sent for an ultrasound to check on the baby’s measurements & they showed that the baby was measuring smaller than expected. Meaning she wasn’t getting everything she needed to grow healthily. That’s where I actually became concerned.

It all came to a head the morning of the 05/04/23, after a shitty sleep and another 2-3 hour CTG tracing. Mum had stayed overnight with me (she and J often took turns doing this). I turned to her and said, “I can’t do this anymore”. She could already see how exhausted I was (physically and mentally). I made a decision to let the treating team know that I needed something to be done that day. We weren’t seen by the initial obstetrician. Another obstetrician (let’s call him Doctor A) who works along side the obstetric team came to review me. Straight away, he asked how long the CTG trace had been trending that way. He asked how long it had been on for, if anyone was monitoring it, and what was the point if nothing was being done about it. The doctor asked me a few more questions about how I was feeling. They asked if I was I struggling, coping, etc... I told him that I was trying to make it to the 34 week mark, but I was unsure how much longer my physical and mental health could last. He left to discuss things with ‘the team’ and to see if a decision would be made that day. Around lunchtime, Mum and I had just taken a bite of our sandwiches when Doctor A came back. He asked how I felt about having a baby that afternoon. It was a definitive ‘let’s have a baby’. Mum and I (more so Mum who is a midwife and wasn’t letting on just how unwell and dangerous my situation was) felt relieved. Someone had decided on a plan, instead of just sitting and waiting.

That afternoon, after a quick phone call to J telling him to get his ass to the hospital ASAP, I was prepped. We went downstairs where we were about to meet our little girl. After about 45 minutes of trying to be cannulated, I was wheeled into the theatre room. They told me what the process would be, how long things would take, etc... It was time for me to have a spinal anaesthetic (that thing with the big needle. The one that numbs you so you don’t feel anything. Yeah... That thing...). I will admit that it was not as bad as I expected. It took two tries, but the most unpleasant part of it was losing feeling and control of my legs so fast. I still had to try and move around to get into position, but that’s just me whining. It all happened pretty quick after the spinal anaethetic. Or that’s how it felt to me at least. The anaesthetist asked us what we would like to listen to, music wise, whilst the procedure was happening. Obviously, it was a no brainer. The 1975 was the only option. Before we knew it, the doctor was telling us to "look up... look here....", and there she was. Our little girl. She was looking like a “mandrake” from Harry Potter, but she was healthy, breathing on her own, and squawking.

I think I was in some kind of trance or something, because it was all feeling so surreal. I mean... This little bundle of love wasn’t due for another month and a half. Yet here she was wrapped up in a blanket and in her Dad's arms. It's safe to say that I was in a bit of shock, but the best kind. It was a pretty quick ending of the caesarean. I was stitched back up and sent round to recovery, whilst Dad and Bub went to the special care nursery. This is where we would spend the next few weeks. I think I was delirious after everything happening so quickly, but I was stable. When I was taken back to the ward, the first thing I asked was "When can I see bub?" and "How is she doing?". Being wheeled back into an empty maternity ward room without my husband, my mother , or baby was very confronting. I felt alone, but not upset, because I knew they were with my baby girl. I felt really good. I think it was the best I had felt since I had been in the hospital.

However, after I returned to the ward, my midwife attended my vital signs. My blood pressure and other symptoms resulted in her calling a medical emergency. I was given more medication and they increased my observations overnight. Unfortunately, I had another medical emergency. They sent me back to the birth suit for 1:1 care. I had a 24 hour magnesium sulfate infusion running (to help bring down my blood pressure). I had a catheter re-inserted (was not a happy little Vegemite) and I spent the next 24hours having half hourly vital signs, hourly catheter output/input measures, and barely any sleep. This entire time, I hadn't even been able to hold my baby yet. I had minutes with her briefly, after she was born, before she was wrapped up and sent up to the special care nursery. It was a lot to internalise. I felt guilty because I hadn’t been able to cuddle our little girl since she had entered the world. During the night spent in birth suite, the midwife that took care of me was nothing but an angel. She could obviously see the toll that not being able to see (or hold) our baby was having on me. She could see how uncomfortable I was with being pricked, prodded, and my catheter blocking. I think it was just after 11pm when, after checking my blood pressure, our midwife said we could go and see our daughter. She would have to accompany us as I had IV’s running and I would have to go in a wheelchair, given my recent surgical wound and how unwell I was.

Seeing our little girl in the incubator, with an IV line in (along with all the other lines), was the hardest thing I think either of us have had to see. Seeing a little baby with lines and tubes in is hard; but when it is your child, I think it just stings that little bit more. Our daughter weighed 1780 grams when she was born. Our daughter had a nasogastric tube inserted, as she was too little to breastfeed or bottle feed. This was another blow, as I felt like I was letting my baby down by not being able to breastfeed. She was given IV glucose drips until she decided to yank her IV out. Just like her mother, she gave the doctor’s a challenge to reinsert the IV. Ultimately, they gave up because she was doing so well on just her 3r hourly feeds via the feeding tube. Her feeds were majority expressed breast milk, but in the beginning days (when my milk supply was just coming in) she had formula as a substitute. It was a relief that once my milk did start flowing. I was able to express and bottle it for her without any issues. I think we had about 6-7 litres of frozen breast milk in our freezer at one point. It was one less thing to worry about, given everything we had going on. Our daughter spent almost 4 weeks in the special care nursery. She recieved the absolute best care possible. I cannot thank the nurses and midwives enough for the care they gave my daughter & I. After those four weeks, we brought our little girl home. She looked a little bit funny sitting in such a big car seat.

4 weeks of visiting the hospital at all hours of the day. The hours spent holding our baby girl, giving her the tube feeds, changing her nappies, leaving the hospital in tears, feeling like the world was against me and sleepless nights at home wishing our baby was at home with us; it was a very tough time. I remember speaking to J in the hospital cafeteria “I feel like the world is against me, like I’m the butt of a bad joke and it’s not fair”. The guilt I felt over leaving our girl... I would leave the hospital either in tears, or angry at the world for our situation. I felt a lot of emotions at once. I was feeling guilty for not being able to hold my new baby and have a normal first interaction with our daughter. I missed out on the first few hours of skin to skin contact... Just because I was sick? I was angry at myself for being unwell and I felt like I had let our daughter down, beause I wasn’t there. I still get angry at times over this and it’s still something I have to deal with on the daily.

I take my hat off to all midwives, special care nurses, and neonatal nurses. I could not do what they do. Our daughter received the absolute best care from the most beautiful people in the special care nursery. We were reassured and checked in on every time we were there. They had offered support, given education, and assisted with her care when it was our turn to take the ropes. Those amazing people will always hold a special place in our hearts. I will never forget the kindness and care given to our family, especially when I wasn’t well enough to be able to.

I spent two weeks in hospital being pricked with needles, having constant CTG’s to monitor the baby, multiple blood tests, scans, and had numerous sleepless nights. I even had two emergency calls due to my BP being elevated. I had sudden weight gain and large amounts of swelling all over my body. The swelling was not just in my legs, but my arms and fingers as well. My hands still tingle from time to time due to the swelling and carpal tunnel I experienced. I was retaining large amounts of fluid, which was shown by my size and by how difficult it was for me to physically move. I have never felt so humiliated and disgusting. I relied on others to be able to help me move, wash, and do everything I am usually able to do.

I have never thought so lowly of myself. I refused to look in the mirror in the bathroom because I thought I looked disgusting and gross. I still felt this way after being told it wasn’t actual weight, it was the oedema that caused me to get so big. I have to continue to remind myself that the strectch marks and baggy skin is a normal part of pregnancy. I have bruises and scars from constantly being stuck with needles, multiple cannulas, and having blood tests. My liver functions and renal functions are only now starting to improve. However, I’ve had multiple follow ups with doctors from different departments and my GP to monitor these. I physically feel weaker. I can feel when my muscles are close to giving up, but that is slowly starting to change since I started exercising again. I struggle with anxiety from leaving the house, wondering if our daughter is unwell, and taking her out in public. Although, I am starting to slowly get better at managing these anxieties. I am still struggling to deal with how my body looked/looks now. Body image has always been a big issue for me. It will be an ongoing process, but one step at a time. Walking by myself, and walking with our daughter, has helped me cope with a lot of these negative thoughts. It has helped my mental and physical health immensely.

I’m slowly learning to accept that, while I might not have experienced giving birth how I would’ve liked, I am so very blessed and thankful to have a healthy and happy baby girl. She is thriving and becoming her own (very small) person. I have been left with some physical and mental scars from this entire ordeal, but I remind myself everyday about how lucky I am. I'm a Mum and our baby made it home safely. It has taken my almost 3 months for me to finally finish writing this. It brought back a lot of negative thoughts and upsetting memories, but getting my thoughts out on paper has helped me process this traumatic (yet wonderful) experience. It’s also made me so thankful that our little girl, who is just like her Mumma, is tough and resilient. Seeing her smile and laugh, makes everything I went through worth it.

#postpartum #birth story #pregnancy #ptsd recovery

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ARTICLE: "Rookie title is a good result." (FIAF3Europe.com, 2015)

source: fiaf3europe.com via wayback machine published: october 27th, 2015 series: f3 euro, 2015

27.10.2015. The battle for the 2015 FIA Formula 3 European Championship rookie title was dominated by Charles Leclerc (Van Amersfoort Racing). The ranking that solely is open for Formula 3 newcomers was won by the Monegasque in superior style and with a clear lead over George Russell (Carlin) and Lance Stroll (Prema Powerteam) who finished second and third respectively.

Charles Leclerc made an impressive debut in the FIA Formula 3 European Championship by winning one of the three races of the season kick-off at Silverstone and finishing runner up in one of the others. In edition, he also secured his first two poles, at the British GP circuit. “The winter tests went really well but devising clear expectations for the season kick-off was still difficult. Nonetheless, I slightly hoped that things would take a positive course,” the Monegasque says about his first appearance on the FIA Formula 3 European Championship grid.

And he continued to deliver in fine style. After the sixth race meeting, at the Norisring, Leclerc had four race wins, four second places and five third places under his belt. And on the fifth race weekend, at Spa-Francorchamps, he even took the championship lead. But from Zandvoort he struggled with problems and lost the lead. “We suddenly had our problems finding the perfect set-up,” the 18-year old admits. Nonetheless, he kept on scoring and never lost his lead in the rookie ranking. He even was that dominant that he secured the rookie title as early as on the penultimate race weekend. “Having won the rookie championship is a good result,” he concludes.

In the end, he finished fourth in the championship, in his first Formula 3 season, thus defeating numerous far more experienced drivers on the highly competitive grid. A success that also once again underlined that Team Van Amersfoort Racing has got what it takes to successfully work with rookies and that the success of Max Verstappen who contested the 2014 FIA Formula 3 European Championship for the Dutch squad wasn’t a flash in the pan. “I had a good feeling right after the first test for Van Amersfoort Racing and from that point in time they were my first choice for the 2015 season,” says Leclerc whose father, Hervé Leclerc also raced in Formula 3, back in the mid-1980s. According to the young gun, his family and Nicola Todt’s agency Allroad Management that has been working with him since 2010 are his most important supporters.

One of the other drivers in the Allroad Management line-up was Frenchman Jules Bianchi and Bianchi and Leclerc were not only colleagues, but friends. “We often spent time together and our fathers also were close friends.” Therefore, it was extremely tough for Leclerc when Bianchi passed away on 17 July due to the head injuries he had suffered on 05 October, 2014 in the Japanese Formula 1 GP. “It was a really hard time but it never made an impact on my performances,” says Leclerc.

When it comes to the future, the pupil who – in his free time – likes any kind of sport or to meet his Italian girlfriend Giada, first of all dreams of making it to Formula 1. “That’s the ultimate goal of every young racing driver and I’m no exception. Le Mans definitely also would be great but currently, Formula 1 is what I want to achieve.” To be perfectly prepared if or when he makes it to the pinnacle of motor racing, he prepares in every area. “I still go to school although it’s a kind of home school. I want to pass my A levels next year to have the chance to study something technical should my racing schedule allow me doing so. I think such a course of studies would help me becoming an even better racing driver.”

#series:f3euro #year:2015 #source:article

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Dressing the Despencers, pt 2

Part 1

And so it continues. With the supportive underkirtle complete and worn at an event (under a different kirtle of mine) to make it relax the rest of the way, I got the measurements for our Edward and Thomas Despencer and started marking and cutting materials. While I originally believed I would have more than enough of the bronze patterned fabric, I was proven quite wrong and resorted to piecing together several gores and small extensions in the front of the body for Elizabeth and Edward Despencer. The planned change in the last post (bronze body with blue sleeves for Edward and green sleeves for Thomas) was shifted again, back to my ideal of particolor for the married couple and coordinating for the brother in law. I also realized halfway through marking that I was 2 gores and a sleeve shy of enough of the blue, which led to much wailing and gnashing of teeth. I found a similar-enough-at-a-distance blue satin at OKC fabric market, pictured on the right. Flash makes the differences obvious, but there will be very few flash photos taken of this. It'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'm so normal about this.

Because all 3 outfits have similarly sized pieces in similar fabrics, I've taken to organizing them in 3 individual cubes to keep everything straight. It has been a real game changer, and I would recommend it to everybody.

Having cut out and serged everybody's blue and bronze fabric, I dug through my stash of scrap linen to make the lining. I worry the bronze especially won't hang exactly right without lining. Additionally, I'm making the cotes for Edward and Thomas Despencer for a pair of high school seniors who, while I hope they wear an undertunic at the NMF, I plan and prepare for them not to do so. For reasons I cannot fathom, I chose not to serge the lining pieces for Edward Despencer's cote, seen below. Yay, hand finishing.

I usually bag line lined garments, but I also usually make garments in 2 layers of linen. I didn't want a bag lined garment to sag weirdly, so I sandwiched each seam, treating the lining and outer together as one piece of fabric each.

The picture below has two notable features: first, the blue of the body and the blue of the gore are the two different blues. This was proof of concept enough for me to accept the differences aren't terribly noticeable. Second, I did not bother pattern matching the various pieces of of any of the garments. Working from two extremely limited quantities of fabric, I found myself in the position I'd imagine many tailors in period would know well. Laying out pattern pieces over and over, I found the only way to effectively and efficiently use as much of my material as possible is to squeeze things in where I can (while still respecting the grain). I would like to find documentation on this speculation, but I would not be surprised if it is more period to not pattern match fabrics for anything less than a royal coronation garment. And the Despencers, while being played as nouveau riche landed nobility and close friends of the heir apparent, do not have pattern matching and wasting fabric money.

With Edward Despencer's cote largely assembled and waiting until I can do one more test fitting before I add button holes, I started assembling my/Elizabeth Despencer's outer gown. By this time, I decided for the remaining two Despencers to only line the 4 body panels, since that will help the drape enough in my humble opinion.

Don't worry, those gores get scooted up to a better height. I found myself working from Morgan Donner's example of a supportive kirtle, where her gores start where the flare of the bodice in the 4 body panels stops and turns into the straight lines to the floor. I still haven't quite figured out why mine looked so bad and noticeable in comparison to hers (seen below), but my best guess is the difference in drape of material, the fact that Mistress Donner is significantly smaller / less beefy in the hips than I, or that I just straight up placed them wrong.

I do love how much space the dress makes me take up though. It makes the transition from street to court feel a lot easier, I'm playing nobility and I take up space.

Tragedy struck and I realized I was short about an inch across the bust. Still not sure how I managed that, but it was time for a fix. Piecework is period, and I maybe panicked a little and overdid the width, but I added plackets to both sides of the front closure to give me more working room.

Then came the buttons, which I purchased from Bad Baroness buttons. I. Am. Obsessed. I wanted enough to do my front closure to the waist, both boys all the way to the hem, and sleeves for everybody. So I overdid it and bought 150. On my bodice, I spaced them about a button and a half apart to avoid gapping. Because the fabric doesn't play nice with chalk, I ran loose basting stitches to mark my button holes before I made them. Rather than using my wife's fancy new brother with an automatic buttonhole function, I learned how to use the button hole stitches on my old Janome (finally.) Overall, not a bad experience, and it means I don't need to borrow a machine to do buttonholes.

Then came what has been the most stressful point so far. Mistress Elizabeth Caton and Countess Amelot Lisette joined us for an unrelated sewing weekend extravaganza, and I took advantage of their expertise to help with fitting. Thus, the gores got moved up, and the sides taken in more. I really over did it with those front plackets RIP. But tragedy of tragedies, in moving the gores up, I left the dress 4 inches too short in places. Upon consultation with my trusted countesses and friends, we reverted to the original design with the red band and lions at the bottom. I was hesitant to do this because of the cast's restriction of true crimson to the royal family for readability reasons, and because it's not something I see much of in period depictions. However, the rest of the costuming committee reminded me of my own "10 foot squint rule", where if the costume isn't overwhelmingly crimson at 10 feet and squinting, it's fine. And this contemporary depiction of Mary of Waltham (Princess Mary) has a surcoat that appears to have a contrasting band at the bottom which may match gores going up the sides. The decision was made to cut myself some slack and get this workable ASAP.

Much appreciation to Halldora for loaning me her machine and helping me embroider these godforsaken Burghersh lions.

What comes next?

I need to finish the lions on Elizabeth's dress and hem the excess.

I need to add buttons and buttonholes to Elizabeth's sleeves

If the sleeves are too short, I may add contrast red cuffs of the same fabric as the hem, or gold cuffs and embroider them with the Glamorgan chevronelly in the Despencer arms

Buttons down the front of Edward Despencer, and close his sleeves. It's been fitted, and I had to add the button placket of despair to his garb as well.

Seam finishing for Edward :) since I didn't serge the lining for some reason :) I hate myself :) i've at least already started this.

Assemble and line Thomas's cote. I will definitely need a button placket on his too, I girlbossed too close to the sun and made the chests just a wee bit too tight for their comfort. For Thomas's, I'm going to embrace the pieced look and use some dark brown linen for the center closure.

Dye and attach the false sleeves for Thomas, they're going to be a lovely green :)

Hems and necklines for everyone!!

If i have time and spoons, I would LOVE to put some mammen scrollwork embroidery on at least one of the boys' cotes.

I am attending Ansteorra's Laurel's Prize Tournament this coming weekend and hope to have enough done on the Despencers' clothes to present them, so fingers crossed!

#arts & sciences #a&s #sca #society for creative anachronism #historical costuming #wip #norman medieval fair #medieval costuming #historical reenactment #medieval garb #kirtle #cotehardie #cote #14th century

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