#but when my jaw pops out it is excruciating and then i have to massage it back in place

[myrtaceaae]

Concept for my jaw: fucking work properly.

[nekomanager]

.—♡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 { IWAIZUMI HAJIME }

IWA-CHAN has one temptation he cannot resist and it’s you…his best friend’s younger sister; a repost from my og blog

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, fingering, pussy eating, ass squeezing and some risky position c/o iwa-chan 🙈💦, creampie, dacryphilia, softdom iwa-chan, petname: angel

Hajime had his arms folded, fists clenched and so was his jaw as he watched you bend over while you pick up your jug of water. Your ass on that yoga pants almost hid nothing for his imagination. Not to mention that the tightness of that pants outlined the shape of your pussy.

Shit!

It’s all that shittykawa’s fault! He was the one who’s supposed to work out with you today because he’s finally on vacation in Japan for a while.

This was supposed to be a big brother and little sis bonding time but he phoned early in the morning….“Iwa-chan can you work out with Y/N-chan today….blah blah blah” What a silly excuse he gave!

But Hajime didn’t want to let you down. Not you. He didn’t want to see you upset, so he’d willingly stand in for your brother on this work out he promised.

“Are we done?” You asked, your face flushed from the sweating and it caught him off guard a little.

“Ah, yes.”

Hajime scolded himself as you both walked to your home. You’re his best friend’s little sister! What was he even thinking? Not that you’re a minor or whatever.

Ever since you were younger, Hajime saw you as his little sister too, but things started changing when Oikawa left for Argentina and Hajime went back home from the U.S.

He was surprised that you’re no longer the little girl he once thought you were.

Damn! You grew up so fine that you had been an excruciating forbidden fruit for him to bear. He couldn't help but admire you everytime your mom would invite him for a dinner in your home every weekends.

He felt guilty at times that whenever he would stroke himself an image of you would pop out in his head. His best friend's little- no, scratch that- younger sister.

You didn't seem little anymore.

“Do you wanna have some tea?” You invited him in and he obliged. “Oh, mom's not here by the way but she left something for you.”

“Huh? So who’s home?” He asked, abruptly.

You placed your bottle atop the table. “No one. Just us, I think.”

Oh shit. This was a mistake.

“Just get yourself comfy.” You chuckled. “I’ll just change my shirt and will get right back with your tea.”

“Yeah, sure…” He smiled at you as you headed into your room. As soon as you were gone, he ran a hand on his face.

What was he doing here alone with you?

Suddenly, he was alarmed when he heard a pained sound from you. Immediately, he rushed up to your room to check on you. He couldn’t let anything happen to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, standing outside your bedroom with a worried look on his face. Your door was slightly open hence he could see you inspecting your back in the mirror.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a lower back pain. Maybe because it had been so long since I last worked out that hard.” You reassured him touching the area where it stung while looking at it in the mirror.

Hajime went behind you to see for himself. “Where does it hurt?”

Your breathing started to get heavier than before as he stood right behind you so close. “H-Here…” You pointed out the area under your shirt just above your hip.

His rough hand gently caressed your skin. You gasped.

“Here?” He asked, voice now raspy and almost breathless.

“Yes…”

He continued massaging you gently. His hand soothingly rubbing in circles. His warmth and pressure made you moan uncontrollably. Your eyes met through the mirror as you both breathed raggedly. Your gazes were filled with helplessness, need. and lust.

You both gulped.

“H-He’ll kill me if I-” Hajime tried but he could no longer rationalize as you already stepped backward and had your ass pressed against his now hardened cock straining against his sweatpants.

“Fuck it!” He said under his breath as you leaned yourself back on his sturdy body.

Your body moved on its own without thinking. It's Iwaizumi Hajime we were talking about. It had been years since you were admiring him from afar as you thought he couldn't see you more than being his best friend's younger sister.

However, with the way his eyes lustfully raked your body all this time this morning, you knew that you're no longer a little sister in his eyes anymore.

His hand now roam under your yoga pants and your panties, finding its way hot on your skin. Massaging your ass, he breathed against your ear. “You sure you want to do this?"

You nodded your head. "Yes, please," you said, almost running out of breath.

"Then tell me where else does it hurt, angel?” He whispered.

You whimpered and ground against his erection. From your ass cheek, he slowly traveled his hand in between your thighs. “Here? Tell me. Does it ache here too?”

You nodded your head and tilted it back once he began massaging the lips of your pussy with the friction of his rough fingers. Finding out you were so wet for him already, he gained confidence that it wasn’t just him feeling this bothered all along. “I see…you’ve been aching this much, huh?”

Your hand flew up to reach his head from behind you now giving him access for a kiss. He wasted no chance and immediately tasted your lips. His tongue making its way inside your mouth and his fingers starting to explore your folds, tracing your slit and teasing your clit.

You moaned against his mouth and ground even harder against him, which made him groan.

Not being able to contain it any further, he completely pulled down your bottoms. “Face here.” He ordered and you followed. He knelt in front of you and gasped once he’s face to face with your cunt glistening with arousal. “So pretty.” He murmured as his hands parted your thighs. His mouth met your folds and his tongue circled round and round on your clit.

“Hmmn, ahhh,” you cried out and it encouraged him to go faster and press even harder to please you even more.

Grabbing your thigh, he wrapped your leg around his shoulder. You tugged on the strands of his hair, finding balance as he drank you deep. His other hand clenching and unclenching your ass repetitively.

God, you’re just dripping for him that he could drink you bottomless. This alone made it harder for him not to come just by going down on you.

It wasn’t enough though. It never would be, so he hooked another of your leg around his shoulder. His biceps bulged as he stood up, carrying you and eating you out at the same time with his hold on your thighs strong and firm.

You yelped as he held you up high with his tongue and lips focused on consuming you. Your heart raced even faster in this position. Both of your hands gripped on his hair as your hips involuntarily gyrate against his mouth while attempting not to fall. His hand squeezing your ass, he'd probably leave a mark there.

Endlessly, you moaned and whimpered. Your brother might come home anytime but it didn’t really matter now. All you could think of was Hajime’s strong grip on you and his skillful sucking and slurping.

“Aaah…ah! Ah! I’m coming! I-I’m-“

With ease, he threw you in your bed.

Just by the feral look in his eyes as he wiped off his chin with the back of his hand, just with the way his muscular chest heaved from his heavy breathing and just from the way your throat felt dry by seeing how hard his cock had gotten through his pants, you knew.

You knew you were just about to begin.

“Not yet, angel.” He knelt between your parted legs and took his shirt off. “We’re not done yet.”

Your eyes were stuck on the plane of his well-sculpted chest. The sweat that crawled down from his skin made you lick your lips involuntarily. If only your brother wasn’t about to come home anytime, you’d take time getting a taste of Hajime.

Holding your chin, he made you look up at him and took your lips to his. So fuckin’ sexy. Just how he imagined devouring those lips for so long with your tongues entwined with each other like this. While you were busy getting lost in the kiss, he took your hand and pressed it over his sweatpants just right where you could feel him throbbing big and hard for you.

“You feel that?” He breathed against your cheek. “Tell me you want it.”

Feeling tingly in between your thighs, all you could do was nod in response.

“Use your words, angel.” He commanded

Breathlessly, “I…want you please.”

He shifted his pants down and you gasped at the sight of his cock from beneath. You never thought he would be that rock hard so sturdy and huge, but your pussy couldn’t wait to receive him. He parted your legs further. Damn! You’re so wet and it did make his cock twitch. He never felt so needy and hot like this before.

“I’m going in. You ready?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Okay…take a deep breath, angel. That’s right. Very good.”

“Hnghh!” You both winced at the very moment he slid his full length inside of you.

“Did you…Did you just come for me angel?”

You nodded your head and whimpered. You were still sensitive but he started easing in so slow. You clung around his shoulder but you soon found your nails digging his back as he began to hasten.

Fuck! He’s hitting you so deep. You’re so deep and tight, squeezing his girth so snug. “Ahh, shit! Feels so good, angel.” He chanted under his breath. “So long…” Thrust. “I’ve been wanting to do this.”

He swore he tried to be gentle with you, but with you moaning his name like you needed more, he couldn’t help but lose himself. The more he pushed and pull from you, the more he wanted to do it faster, rougher, harder.

“Hah…Ha…Hajime, ahhh~”

Still, he wanted to know if you’re in the same page. After all, you’re his now. “What do you want? Tell me. Now.” He growled.

“M-More…everythingh-“

“Fuck!” There’s no stopping him now. He pulled away from you, kneeling. He raised your legs up high and opened you up wide in a V, gripping your ankles with his strong hands. His cock slammed back inside so deep in you that you spilled a tear or two. You tried to cover your cries but had to hold on to your sheets or you might end up floating.

Groan and growls were escaping him and his jaw was clenched while he pounded you rapidly like he’s in a marathon.

Come to think of it, your bedroom door’s damn wide open. With the way you were screaming his name, the whole neighborhood probably knew that he was fucking his best friend’s sweet little sister like it’s a fucking work out.

Damn! This was a whole lot better than a work out. He couldn’t even remember that he could fuck full force like this. His hips plunging hard that you were sliding further and further at the very edge of your bed. Both of your skins now red with all the slapping.

You’re now feeling light-headed and you knew you’d completely lose it any moment now. “Haah…Hah Haji-“

“Y/N-chan! Yohooo! Can you please open the door for me? I know you’re there. Your lights are on. Forgot my keys!”

Shit! He’s here!

Much to your surprise, instead of slowing down, Hajime pressed your legs together, bringing them to his right shoulder and hugged them as he fucked you harder. Last thing he wanted, was to hear Oikawa’s yapping while fucking you.

“Y/N-chan?! Where are you?”

“Wait- Wait!” You moaned loudly. The more your brother called out for you and whined outside the rougher Hajime was doing it.

“Y/N-chan, faster~” Tooru yelled from the outside.

Faster huh? Letting go of your legs, he grabbed your waist sliding your body to meet his increased speed. He couldn’t care. Not anymore.

Deep. He was in so deep you could feel him almost reaching your belly. “Yes! Yes! Aaaah, mhmmn coming!” You screamed and quivered. “I-I’m coming!”

Hajime kept his pace finding his own release. Shit! Condoms!

“Fuck! Shit, angel!” He hissed not being able to control himself anymore, spilling his cum inside you. Never mind. Never fucking mind! Oikawa fucking Tooru may as well expect not only a best friend from him but a nephew or a niece too.

You both caught up with your breaths, but it was him who managed to get up first as you laid there limping. He covered your almost bare body with a blanket and kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips. “I’ll take care of your annoying brother.”

Oikawa looked so shocked to see his best friend open the door instead his sister. Hajime really wanted to see how he’d react.

“Iwa-chan? What’re you doing here? Oh, you went to see me? Do you miss me that much? We just hang around yesterday.”

Not really, I just fucked your sister so good my fingers were probably imprinted around her waist and ankles. “I just waited for you so that Y/N won’t be alone at home.”

“Wow, I never thought you’d make such a caring big brother, Iwa-chan.”

You bet your ass I’m big and your sister knows it so well.

He might blurt what happened out, but he’s really trying his best to include your consideration in this as well. After all this wasn’t just about him, but damn! This was harder than he thought. Oikawa’s so good at reading people.

Before Hajime could give himself away with Tooru finally starting to become suspicious, you arrived just in time.

You approached him almost tripping, but he caught you in his arms. You couldn’t walk well yet. Your legs still felt like crumbling.

“An- Y/N are you alright?” He asked, concern.

“I just like to thank you and see you off.”

“Do you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine. Well, it was just…so intense.” You reasoned out with a reddened face.

He chuckled and smiled gently at you. “Don’t worry. Let’s take it slow next time, okay?” If only Tooru wasn’t watching, he’d definitely kiss your forehead.

“N-Next time?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, yeah I’m free everyweek.”

“I am too.” You grinned in anticipation. “I’m okay with everyweek.”

“Y/N-chan, come on now!”

Hajime swore at that time that on Tooru’s next vacation he’d be welcomed by his new nephew or niece. Might as well both.

“Okay, go on and rest now. You must be worked up.” Fuck! He really wanted to give you a kiss, but… He raised his head and waved at your brother who’s watching keenly, “I’ll just chat with you, bro.”

Bro? Tooru quirked up an eyebrow.

As soon as he turned his back, Hajime grinned. He totally did that on purpose. Once Tooru finally return to Argentina, it won’t only be every week.

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[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Period Tracker

requested?: no pairing(s): kim mingyu x afab!gn!reader genre: fluff, mentions of sex (not full detail) warning(s): mentions of periods, reader is said to have periods, but there is no specific gender summary: 𝘯/𝘢 word count: 619 a/n: lemme know if you want a full fic with the last scenario;). im trying to get things done because i'm gonna take a small (yeah right) break bc im going to spain soon and i dont rlly wanna take my laptop over th border and i dont have word on my phone lol. either way, i will try my hardest to get things done before i go, i will be giving you updates as i go, telling you when i will be gone and when i will most likely be back yk. make sure to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah!

mingyu is like your little personal period tracker

like

you need to know when your period is and you reach for your phone?

no need

mingyu is there to save the day

he KNOWS when your ovulating

and he knows how to get under your skin while you are

(black compress shirt and grey sweats)

and it works

your surprised you’re not pregnant by now

the amount of times you have both fucked when you were ovulating

its unhealthy

but brilliant exercise

either way

a few days before your period, he gets tons of snacks

and i mean TONS

cupboard doors are practically falling off with how much he bought

he also restocks your period supplies

like tampons, pads pantie liners, etc

and painkillers

he also makes sure you’re comfortable when you are on your period

like

he makes sure you have all of your stuffed animals, blankets, etc

makes sure he massages your stomach

helps with your cramps

strokes your sides with his knuckles when you are falling asleep

runs you a hot bath with scented candles, bath bombs, bubbles and everything

sits with you in it aswell

washes your hair

he doesn’t let you move whatsoever

like

you need to get up to get some painkillers

don’t fear, mingyu will go get them for you

he will only let you get up to move if its to change your pad/tampon

literally never would piss you off either

he knows your limits yk

he’s very careful in what he says

a few days before your period, you started cramping. you were about to go grab your phone which you left in the kitchen. you were literally so close to tapping on the app that would track your period when a certain someone came up behind you.

“you’re gonna start in two days” you didn’t trust him initially, but since you then forgot which app you were going on your phone for, you nodded and walked away, heavily doubting that you would.

but here you were, two days later, waking up to the most excruciating cramps you had ever had. you looked down, and alone behold, your perfect white sheets were now stained red with your blood. you groaned and flopped back down into a lying position when the man himself, kim mingyu, came in with two plates, both filled with your favourite breakfast.

“i told you you would start today baby” he mused, handing you a plate, which you accepted with a mutter of a thanks.

a week later, your period had ended and you were close to ovulating, which mingyu always knew. the circles on the calander told you so. and here you were, just coming downstairs from what you would call the best nap of your life, when something caught your eye.

or rather, someone. he was stood in the corner of the kitchen, facing you. he didn’t look up from his phone as you entered, rubbing your eyes and yawning, until you turned to him.

“had a good nap?” he says over the top of his phone.

your jaw almost hit the floor, your eyes practically popping out of your sockets as you took him in. his hair was wet from the shower he must have had not long ago, when you were asleep. he was wearing a black compress shirt which showed off his thick muscly arms, which paired perfectly with his grey sweats. you just KNEW he had no boxers on underneath as you could see his length perfectly through the material. you groaned into your hands, he looked up from his phone and looked down at you.

“you can’t do that, i’m ovulating” you whine, mingyu just smirks.

“oh i know baby”

[fawnlino]

[5:38 PM]

pairing: leeknow x dom fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 900+

warnings: cross-dressing, bondage, use of rope, use of nicknames, dom!reader, sub!minho, use of sex toys, oral sex (m! receiving), traffic light system, edging, orgasm denial.

note: thank you so much for 100+ followers! It actually took me so long to think of a drabble but I rewatched skz family today and got all riled up with milfho again. (He's so hot. I'm over the edge.) Hence, this fic(?) or drabble. idk. it's a shortie. it's a quickie that I don't have a title for yet. I hope you enjoy this. Comments on this fic via reblog, comment, or asks are highly appreciated. Thank you!

"You look so pretty dressed like this, Minho." You take a glimpse of your boyfriend on his knees in front you by the end of the bed, wearing a thin white satin dress that barely covered his toned body, pink fishnet stockings that rise up to the middle of his thighs, and a lush brown wig that falls to his lower back. His face was painted with a soft blush and glittered eyeshadow, his lips bright red as the color of his ears.

He hangs his head in embarrassment as you trace his jaw and chin with your index finger. "Why are you so shy? You said you'd give me anything I want tonight." Tonight was one of the most happiest nights in your career. Finally promoted after working your ass off for the last two years.

When your boyfriend heard the news, He said on top of the lovely dinner he prepared, you get to do whatever you want to him (as long as he was comfortable with it) and he couldn't bitch about it unless, of course, if it gets too much, he'll let you know using the traffic light system both of you established early in the relationship.

You nudge him to look up at you. His lips slightly parted and his eyes sparkling with want. Little by little you move your face closer to his, he wanted to touch you so bad but you commanded him to keep his hands to himself or else. Your noses touch and you can feel his hot breath against your lips. You look up to his eyes that were shut close anticipating the next step but you just stayed there, watching him wait.

His body aching to be touched, his lips dying to be against yours. Like a snap, his body betrayed him and dove into the kiss. You immediately pulled back, not even letting him taste you completely. "My princess..." you walked to your drawer, rummaging to get a small seemingly innocent box. "Can't you follow MY rules just this night or are you that much of a brat?" You sat down behind him and pulled out a thick red rope. You guided Minho unto the bed and gestured him to lie down, which he follows.

He was actually being obedient though struggling to not let his dick do the thinking for him. He lied down on the bed, his dick forming a tent under his dress which you find adorable. "Trust me, you'll both hate this and love it." you reassured him as you tie his hands on both ends of the head rest.

In the same box, you pull out an 6-inch pink vibrator. He gulped at the sight, possible scenarios going through his mind. Are you just gonna let him watch? Or what if you would not let him watch and just let him hear the sound? Or what he was nervous of, you'll use it on him.

With a press of a button, the toy started to vibrate at its lowest possible level. He gulped at the sound, looking at your bedroom's ceiling. Nervously anticipating your next step. Suddenly like a wave of electricity, he felt you press the toy against the space between his balls and dick. He lets out the most delicious moan you've ever heard from him. His eyes rolled back and bit his bottom lip to keep himself from screaming.

You move the toy towards the tip in an excruciating slow pace. His hand formed fists desperately trying to grab unto something, his wrists blistered, covered in rope marks. "y/n, please." was the only words he managed to form.

This feeling was new for him; painful but at the same time, he keeps wanting more. He hates how much you're making him suffer but at the same time, he loves it. "What do you want?" You ask, your free hand massaging his tense thighs making your way to cup his balls.

Grunts, moans, and occasional screams of pleasure and pain leave his mouth but no coherent words. His head pressed firmly against the pillow that his wig is starting to come loose. "Minho, I'm waiting." You wait for his response, pressing the toy firmly against his tip. You turned up the level by 2 and heard him scream your name out loud, as a plea to be properly touched.

"Let me..." His breath hitching, "fuck you."

"No, this is what I want." You pulled the toy away, and without warning swallowed him whole. The sudden warmth of your mouth made his dick twitch and his mind starts to become blurry. You bobbed your head a few times and pulled away with a pop. "Color?" You ask, reaching for his face to keep the strands of wig away from his face.

"Green."

You took hold of the toy and gently pressed it by his entrance, though you didn't push it in. With your hands, you pushed his legs farther apart then sprayed kisses along his thighs to the base of his cock as you move your hand up and down his length.

Minho was in heaven; he couldn't think, see, nor speak clearly. He lets his body give in to the pleasure that you're giving him. His back was arched, mouth spewing incoherent words and moans that could possibly be the death of you.

His cock starts to twitch and his legs starts to shake, you knew he was getting close. You pulled back and kneeled over him, basking in the way sweat and tears pool by the side of his face, his eyes closed shut, eyebrows furrowed, and words such as "please don't stop" coming out his pretty mouth.

"but kitten," you moved to grab his chin and make him look at you. His beautiful eyes pleading you to continue. "I think I'm enjoying this way too much."

[flannels-and-fannypacks]

Will They Won’t They | Part 2/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairing: Reggie Peters x fem!reader

Words: 7.5k

Summary: Reggie and reader were the best of friends up until middle school where they drifted apart and decided never to speak to each other again. What happens when a shared algebra class and a resulting detention force them to spend and increasing amount of time together. Will it be enough to overcome the mutual hate? Or was the relationship doomed from the start.

WARNINGS: swears & ANGST

A/N: hey babes it’s drea posting :) i hope you enjoy this part as much as mimi and i did writing it! again, if you enjoy our writing, please like, comment, and reblog! and if you want to be updated, dm us to join our taglist! sending my love - drea :) 

“Come on, let me take you out! We need to get you a new outfit for the gig coming up,” Rose insisted, dragging you to her car. 

“Who said I was coming?” you frowned stubbornly, tugging your arms back but to no avail. 

“I did, now let's go,” she strongly urged, pushing you into the backseat while she hopped in the passenger side and Luke hopped in the driver’s seat. 

“Rose, he’s coming too! Oh, hell no!” you refused, giving the boy a pointed look. 

“Sorry (N/N), I can’t drive this car, it doesn’t have learner’s insurance,” Rose apologized. 

“Nice to see you Lady Bunny,” Luke grinned with a wink and you sighed. 

“Okay, let’s just get this over with, okay?” you prompted and Luke nodded turning the keys in the ignition. 

“Whatever you say bunny, you’re the boss.” 

“Would you stop calling me that Patterson, it’s worse than when Reggie calls me Cookie,” you grumbled, your nose scrunching up in disgust. 

“Oh lighten up, at least you’ve got some cute nicknames,” Rose chuckled and reached a hand back to hold yours. “We’re gonna have a blast (N/N), just trust me.”

Walking past countless amounts of stores, it seemed as though Rose’s plan to find you something nice to wear was pointless. You and Rose had very different ideas of fashion, ideas that clashed far too much for Rose’s liking. 

“There’s no way I’m wearing that!” you exclaimed, eyeing the brightly colored jacket in Rose’s hand. 

“It’s so pretty though!” she insisted. “The texture, the color, the price? It’s a bargain, (N/N)!”

You rolled your eyes. “Then you buy it for yourself,” you told her, pulling out a simple knit sweater from the rack.

“You know what, I will,” Rose settled before looking at the sweater in your hand. “Oh you can’t wear that! You’ll look like a grandma who got lost at a rock concert!”

You frowned at your friend, holding the sweater to your chest. “I always wear things like this,” you pointed out, slightly hurt.

Rose tugged the sweater out of your hand and shoved it back into the rack. Luke popped his head up from the other side of the rack. “Yeah, but at a rock gig, you can’t go as your typical self. A poor little bunny like you would never survive a place like that,” he explained with a pout. 

“Lord, have mercy,” you grabbed your necklace pendant and kissed it, frowning when you realized you weren’t wearing your normal silver cross. 

“Is that like some white person good luck thing you picked up?” she asked suspiciously and you chuckled. 

“No, I just thought I was wearing a different necklace. I don't know how I could have mistaken it.” 

“What is it?” Rose inquired further, taking the pendant from your hands and looking at the details. “A horseshoe? I didn’t take you for a horse girl.” 

“Yeah- no, I’m not… Reggie gave it to me in middle school, he won it at a county fair or something, I can’t remember,” you explained. 

“Reggie gave it to you?” Luke inquired. 

“Thought I said that already Patterson,” you shot back with a roll of your eyes. 

Luke fought the urge to say something sarcastic back to you. “No, I’m just- Reggie?” he repeated. “I thought he...hates you, and vice versa.”

You walked down the aisle, skimming through the various articles of clothing. “And you’d be correct,” you told him. 

“It was before you moved here,” Rose explained. “She and Reggie used to be best friends up until middle school,” 

“Yep, but that’s in the past and we’re in the present so let’s focus on that,” you rushed, already feeling uncomfortable about the topic.

“No let's not,” Luke rested his forearms on the rack in front of you, resting his chin on top of them. “Tell us more,” he pleaded, pouting like a child.

You glared at the boy, tossing a sequined shirt at his face, making him stagger back. “And why should I, it’s none of your business, no offense Rose, and I’ll probably tell you at some point anyway,” 

“None taken cariña,” she chuckled and continued looking for some clothing that would be appropriate for the gig. 

Luke sighed, following close behind you. “But why can’t you tell me now?” he whined like a child. “I adopted you-”

“Against my will,” you cut in, flicking his forehead.

“Details,” he insisted. “I’m just saying, shouldn’t we be close now? Don’t you trust me?” 

You took a deep breath. “Of course I do, Luke,” you reassured him, your patience thinning. 

“Then why not tell me?” he pressed.

“Because it hurts!” you finally broke. 

The two friends seemed to freeze at your sudden exclamation. The quiet small girl was cracking and revealing the broken china doll inside. 

“It hurts, okay?” you repeated. “And having to tell the story of how I lost my best friend for some stupid reason that I don’t even know...it hurts beyond belief. The worst part is that he probably doesn’t even care. I loved him, okay? I loved him because he was my best friend. Even when I had no one I had Reggie and I used to think that nothing in the world could ever tear us apart.” you admitted. “When we stopped talking, he took a piece of me with him. And I know that I am never going to get that back.” 

Luke quietly moved over and past the racks of clothing pulling you into his chest and giving you a tight squeeze. 

“Bunny I’m so sorry. I had no idea,”

You let out a humorless laugh. “No one knew,” you told him. “It’s not your fault, Luke, you were just curious.” 

“Still,” Luke said. “I feel so bad. Maybe I could try and talk to him and-”

You shook your head repeatedly. “Maybe let’s not,” you countered. “It’s in the past now. There’s nothing I can really do about it and the last thing I want to do is rope my friends into this, too.” 

“Well then how about this,” Rose suggested, giving you a prompt to change the topic while holding up a long sleeved white turtleneck along with an oversized black shirt sporting the album art of a famous rock band.

“I actually think I might be able to tolerate that,” you let out a soft chuckle. 

“I’m hoping you have some ripped jeans at home, maybe some converse?”

“Yeah don’t worry, I’m not entirely hopeless,” you assured them and Rose laughed while Luke just pulled you in tighter for a brotherly hug. 

“Look at you being mature! We love you, bunny,” he told you, swaying as he held you tight in his arms. 

“Love you, too, I guess, Patterson,” you laughed. “Let me go, you’re crushing me!”

The second Luke pulled away, he leaned back in to ruffle your hair. “Now come on, Bunny, the gig starts in three hours. You all down for lunch?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you nodded. “Why not?” you replied. 

Rose wrapped an arm around the both of you. “Anything but hotdogs,” she giggled. 

“Agreed!” you quickly vetoed any other option and ran giggling with Rose to grab lunch leaving Luke to pay for the clothes. You were lucky he adopted you otherwise that would be a tricky one to get out of. 

—

“I feel like this is an illegal number of questions to have on a test, it’s literally taking so long to mark these,” you grumbled to yourself, scribbling notes with red ink on the margins of the freshman biology test. 

You had lost count of how many detentions had passed and lost track of how many were still to come, at this rate they could go on until the end of the year and in all honesty you probably wouldn’t notice. 

You looked over at Reggie who was marking some short answer questions on a test, seeing his bright red check mark where there clearly shouldn’t have been one. 

“That’s wrong”, you said, looking back down at your paper. 

“What do you mean?” 

“That. You marked it right, it’s wrong,” 

“Why?” he asked curiously, putting his pen down so he could listen to you. 

“Because,” you sighed exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “the mitochondria is not the party house of the cell,” 

“Well I say the mitochondria can do whatever it wants,” Reggie proclaimed, adding another check mark to the test. “Because it’s the boss,” 

“No that’s the nucleus,” 

“The what?” he formed and you banged your head on the desk in front of you, 

“How in the world did you pass freshman science,”

“Like the rest of us, I cheated,” he countered and you looked at him with a shocked expression on your face. “Oh my God, lighten up Cookie, I was kidding, it’s been four years and I’ve barely taken any science classes since I just forgot,” he rolled his eyes. 

You moved your head back to your work, only to toss the pen down in frustration moments later to try and massage a hand cramp. 

“Stupid pen, stupid tests, stupid detention,” you grumbled under your breath, honestly feeling like you wanted to cry. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sat back in your seat, debating whether you should fake an emergency so you could just go home. 

Reggie silently reached over to your pile of tests and eyeballed splitting it in half, taking the unmarked tests and placing them in his own pile. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said flatly. 

“Sooner we finish the sooner we can go home and it didn’t seem like you were going to go any faster,” 

You stayed silent for a moment, carefully reaching for your own again before whispering, “Thanks,” to which Reggie only gave you a nod. 

The silence between you both was excruciating. It shouldn’t have been this way, it should have been easy to talk to him like it always used to be. 

So, you took a deep breath and unclenches your jaw, casually continuing to write while asking, 

“So how’s the band?” 

There was a short silence, probably due to his slight shock in you even asking or trying to have a civil conversation and his first instinct as usual was to block it. 

“Why do you care?”

You rolled your eyes and continued to do your work, at least you tried that was all you could do. The ball was in his court. 

When he looked up and saw your tired expression he realized there really didn’t seem to be an ulterior motive at this point so with an audible sigh he answered, 

“It’s great, we’re working on writing songs for our demo CD,” 

You nodded and checked off some multiple choice questions before you heard Reggie clear his throat and spoke again, 

“How about you? How’s the family?” 

“They’re alright,” you said, your lips pressed in a thin line. “I mean as good as they can be. Things haven’t changed much.” 

Reggie nodded in understanding, aware of your family’s financial situation. 

“Is that why you push yourself?” he asked again. You froze, your hand holding the grading pen not moving. “Hours in the library, studying until your brain practically explodes with information.” You raised an eyebrow curiously at him, making him blush sheepishly. “I just know from uh, Mr. Mallard. He likes to talk, you and I both know that.” With a small smile on your face, you nodded. 

“I guess you’re right,” you finally answered. “If I get a scholarship maybe I can at least make my way through a degree without plummeting further into debt.” You kicked aimlessly at the floor. “I just feel so guilty. Like...if I don’t do the right thing or make one stupid mistake I’ll disappoint my parents.” 

Reggie frowned, setting the testing papers down. “You know you’d never disappoint your parents, Cookie” he told you. Chills went down your spine upon realizing he didn’t have the usual malice and sarcasm behind his name for you. “They would never be upset with you.” 

You laugh humorlessly. “Right again, Flicka,” you sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe the better term would be I would be disappointed in myself? I don’t want to fail them or anything by slacking off. They’ve already done so much for me.” 

“But that shouldn’t stop you from just-” Reggie drummed his pen against his thigh as he thought of the right words to use. “living? Cookie, we’re still kids. The point of high school is to just let loose and have fun, not drown yourself in schoolwork and scholarship essays.” 

You playfully flicked a paper clip in his direction. “I bet you’d know all about letting loose, wouldn’t you?” you teased. 

Reggie grasped his chest, gasping in feign hurt. “You wound me, Cookie,” he dramatically exclaimed, making you giggle and roll your eyes. 

As the two of you continued your light banter, you were reminded of the days you and Reggie would spend at the park, competing to see who could swing the highest between the two of you. The weight on your back lifted slightly as you started to sense a bit of normalcy, no longer at each other’s throats for any reason you could find. It felt good to talk like this with Reggie, to “let loose” as he said and finally set down all the baggage you’ve been carrying since you two stopped being best friends. Everything in that moment felt right. Stress, detention, and ungraded biology tests long forgotten. 

After what seemed like hours passed, Mr. Siezlio came back to the classroom, announcing that you were done for the day. You and Reggie surprisingly continued your conversation outside of the classroom, Reggie sharing more stories of the band as you giggled with every shenanigan. However, the moment you stepped foot outside, Reggie’s composure changed. 

“Alex!” you exclaimed, running over to the boy. Alex had his arms outstretched, pulling you into a friendly hug that Reggie considered far too chummy. He narrowed his eyes at his best friend, watching and making sure his hands were where he could see them. 

Reggie walked over to the two, a scowl forming on his face. “Alex, what are you doing here?” he asked, bitterness visibly clear in his tone. 

The blond drummer raised an eyebrow in confusion at Reggie’s attitude, but decided not to address it. “(Y/N) and I have an AP chemistry project coming up so she’s going to sleep over at my place so we can work on it.” 

You grinned up at Alex. “We’re probably going to have to pull an all-nighter to get it all done tonight,” you told him, making him groan. 

Reggie’s lips fell to a thin line. “Good luck trying to do that,” he muttered. “Alex falls asleep before eleven o’clock. I’d pay to see him stay up past that.” 

Alex rolled his eyes playfully. “When my grade is on the line, I think I can manage,” he said. “Especially after that one experiment in class you left me to do, I think we both definitely need that A.” 

“Yeah, Alex can’t do titrations for shit,” 

“I tried my best,” Alex fought back. 

“And what did that get us?” you pressed. 

Alex’s head hung low. “Erm, a B,” he muttered. 

Reggie stared at the two in disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend this ‘nerd talk.’ “A B?!” he exclaimed. “You were disappointed with a B? I would have been happy with C-,” he shook his head and pulled his bag up higher on his shoulder, preparing himself to part ways. 

You shuddered at the thought of such a low grade. “I’d never even begin to imagine a C,” you said aloud. 

Reggie smirked at you. “Well, you are a nerd, Cookie,” he teased, making you shove him. 

“Ass,” you shot back. 

“(N/N), we gotta go if we don’t wanna stay up all night,” Alex said anxiously. 

You nodded, taking Alex’s hand in yours and squeezing it. Reggie glared down at your intertwined hands, anger bubbling rapidly in his chest. 

“Bye, Flicka,” you cheerfully waved goodbye. 

Reggie didn’t look you in the eye, only staring down at the sidewalk with his hands shoved in his pocket. “Whatever, Cookie.” 

—

Band practice the next afternoon -to say the least- was probably the shittiest the band had ever played. Luke and Bobby were incredibly confused why Alex continuously dropped his drumsticks and refused to make eye contact with anyone and why Reggie looked so angry that he could snap the strings of his bass. 

“Okay, guys, guys! Come on we have a gig in like a week! We can’t go out there playing like this!” Luke insisted and Bobby nodded in agreement. “Alex I haven’t seen you fumble this much since we tried to play football and Reggie you currently have negative three hundred and forty-five dollars and seventy-three cents in your bank account so I would recommend loosening up on the strings because none of us can afford more.” 

“Yeah, what the hell is going on with you two?” Bobby added and Reggie sent a cold glare towards Alex that didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. 

“What was that?” Luke asked, pointing in between the two boys. 

“What was what?” Reggie asked, his head snapping back to send the same glare to Luke. 

“Okay you two clearly have things you need to settle so get it out there,” Bobby nodded, motioning to the floor, metaphorically saying it was open for one of them to take. 

Alex took a deep breath and nervously started, “Well I think it’s pretty clear Reggie is mad at me it’s just I have no idea as to why,” he shrugged his shoulders. “D-Did I eat your sandwich or something? A meatball sub maybe?” 

“That’s not it, but did you? Because if you did you are dead to me,” Reggie said venomously. 

“No! No, I didn’t,” he insisted quickly, very much so wanting to stay alive and not murdered at the hands of his best friend. “But what the hell is making you mad Reggie, I’ve never seen you like this,” 

Luke and Bobby seemed to nod carefully in agreement and Reggie swung his bass around the strap so it was hanging from his back. 

“You need to stay away from (Y/N),” Reggie said in a cautionary tone, pointing directly at Alex. 

“Lady bunny?” Luke asked curiously with furrowed brows and Reggie just looked at him back with confusion before remembering the nickname. 

“Yeah, I guess, but seriously Alex, you shouldn’t be with her,” 

“What do you mean I shouldn’t be with her. (Y/N) and I are just friends! We’ve been lab partners since freshman year,” Alex insisted. “And in case you forgot I’m kind of really gay?” 

“That doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be spending time with her!” Reggie exclaimed furiously. Was he mad that you were spending time with his friends or that you seemed to be getting just as close with them as he once was with you. Right now, that was all a muddled mess in Reggie’s mind and heart so naturally, he started spewing out words that probably didn’t even have meaning at that point. 

Bobby discreetly made his way to Luke. “Hey Luke,” he whispered. “I can go ask Rose to make some popcorn,” he shrugged. 

“Oh yeah, for sure, and tell her to come in, she’ll wanna see this,” Luke added, equally invested, as their two other bandmates seemed to really be going at it.

“Reggie, you need to calm down. (Y/N)’s my friend, too. I don’t know any of your past, but you can’t tell me I should just drop her completely,” Alex said in a level toned voice. 

“Oh don’t act like you know (Y/N) better than I do,” Reggie snapped. “I know her like the back of my hand, and I know she’s bad news.”

“Do you really even know her?” Alex pressed. 

“Of course I do! Who was there when she broke her ankle? Me. Who was there when her fish died? Me! And who was there when everyone else wasn’t?”

“Not you anymore,” Alex cut in softly. Reggie's rant stopped short. The teen stopped pacing to look his friend in the eyes. “Reggie, I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but you have to admit to yourself, you still care about her.”

Reggie fumed silently. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”

Alex pressed his lips together. “I think you do, Reggie.”

“Alex you don’t get it! (Y/N) and me, that’s over!” his anger had sent him over the top. “Stop trying to say something’s there! It’s not!” 

“Listen to yourself Reggie, just listen to yourself talk! If you heard what I’m hearing I think you’d have a different opinion,” 

“Just-Just!...” Reggie pursed his lips and grabbed the neck of his bass pulling it back in front of him. “Can we just take it from the top,” 

“Y’know Reggie I think Alex has a point,” Luke butted in, remembering his previous conversation with you, realizing how much losing Reggie had actually affected you. 

“Oh joy,” Reggie sighed. 

“Just hear me out,” Luke continued, regardless of Reggie’s reluctance. “Why did you get into music in the first place?” 

“Because I loved it,” Reggie scoffed as if it was obvious. 

“No really Reg, be honest,” Bobby added. “Specifically when did you start playing music more seriously?”

Reggie bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, tasting the metallic liquid in his mouth he shrugged his shoulders and flopped onto the couch. 

“I got into it after I stopped talking to (Y/N),” he admitted. “But what’s your point?” he asked. 

“You don't confront your problems Reggie,” Alex explained. “You came to music because it helped you block out the fact that losing her tore you apart.” 

“Well if it tore me apart then why am I still here, huh? Why am I happy? Why am I even alive? If she was my everything then how the hell am I still here?!” 

“Because she’s keeping you here,” Luke whispered. Reggie turned to Luke, at a loss for words. “Because even though you two had a falling out, you know that seeing her everyday at school...you’re glad she’s okay.”

Reggie ran his fingers through his hair. “You don’t know me,” he snapped back. “You don’t know what I think, or who I-I care about. You just don’t, so you can’t stop playing “mom,” Luke.”

Luke slowly approached him. “I don’t understand you,” he said truthfully. “You never open up or tell us anything. You say we don’t know you, you won’t even tell us anything. If no one knows you, then who does-“

“(Y/N)!” Reggie finally broke. The boys froze in their spots, only staring back at their struggling friend. “(Y/N), okay? She’s the only one who listened to me, the only one who cared. And now she’s gone because I pushed her away. All because I was so stupid and my pride got in the way. It’s my fault the best thing in my life is gone.”

Reggie realized what he had said and quickly pushed himself up and away from the couch. 

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” he shook his head and tried to make his way out of the studio. 

“Reggie wait!” his friends called back for him, but he shook his head and pushed his way out of the door just as Rose was heading into the studio. “Reggie come on! We’re sorry!” 

Biting the inside of his cheek he cursed under his breath, knowing that they were right. He did push people away before they got too close and right now he didn’t have the strength to blame himself so he blamed you instead. 

—

Reggie stormed into the almost empty library on Saturday, having had to walk to his detention from his home by the beach which was not close to say the least. 

When he pushed on the door to come into the library with such force it startled you as you organized the books and put them back on the shelves. 

Reggie didn’t speak to you as he tossed his things to the side and grabbed a cart, going to his designated spot in the library. 

You were careful to not try and push any buttons, knowing he was in a fragile state, it was kind of obvious, but it was even harder not to address. 

“Hey Flicka?” you said gently, trying to be as compassionate as possible. 

“What,” he spat, shoving some books onto the shelf without much care. 

“What’s the matter?” you asked, expecting to be met with barriers, that seemed to be all that comprised your relationship now. Walls, fences, barriers, and barricades. 

“None of your business,” he said, his breathing slightly heavier as the tears burned in the back of his eyes and the lump grew in the back of his throat. 

“I-I mean are you sure, you seem really agitated,” you noted and he didn’t respond. “Reggie you don’t have to hide anything. It can be my business if you want it to-” 

“No it can’t!” he snapped, throwing the books that were in his hands on the table. You flinched at the loud noise the impact made. “It stopped being your business the second we stopped talking to each other so just leave it Cookie,” his voice carrying the same hostility it did weeks ago. 

You paused for a moment, looking down at your pile of books before whispering, 

“They’re fighting again… aren’t they?” 

Reggie’s throat was burning, he wanted to scream into a void, empty himself of the pain because you were right, you were always right. Even when it felt like you didn’t know each other you were always there proving him wrong. 

His hands started to shake and he dropped the books he had just picked up again, turning around so you couldn’t see him. Reggie didn’t know if it was because he was embarrassed or if he just didn’t want you to worry. 

You wanted to reach over to your old friend, offer him some sort of comfort because you knew Reggie’s family and you knew how hard it was on him. 

So you did the next best thing. Pulling out your MP3 player from your pocket you went over to Mr. Mallard’s speaker system and plugged it in, turning up the volume to the max, letting the soft plucking of guitar strings fill the library and the hallway surrounding you. 

You went back to your pile and turned your back to him, giving him some sort of privacy, what you thought he needed. 

Reggie wasn’t sure if there was another time in his life where he had listened to this song and related to it more. 

So when he wiped his nose on his sleeve and turned around and saw you, he realized he didn’t want to be far away from you, he didn’t want to yell at you, he didn’t want that distance. 

So he quickly pushed the chair and table with wheels out of his way before stopping right behind you, carefully reaching for your hand that was resting by your side. 

When you felt his long slim fingers wrap around your own you turned around to look him in the eyes. They were still the same beautiful shade of blue and green, but unlike the last time you really looked into those eyes, they carried so much hurt. So much hurt and sadness that should never have been there in the first place. 

But through it all they said I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling at you, I’m sorry for all of this. 

And you nodded, back, accepting that apology. 

So he didn’t hesitate a moment, wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying his face in your shoulder. You nearly gasped in surprise as his grip around you tightened. It was as though he was afraid of losing you, and didn’t want to let you go. Lucky for him, you felt the same.

Slowly, your hands found their way around his neck. You could feel Reggie’s tears dampen your shirt, but you couldn’t care less. 

“It’s going to be okay, Reggie,” you whispered. 

Reggie sniffled quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t say that,” he murmured.

“Say what?” you asked.

“Say that everything’s going to be okay,” he continued in a hushed but angry voice. “Say that everything is all sunshine and rainbows when at the end of the day my parents will still fucking hate each other while yours struggle to keep their home.”

You stiffened under his touch. His words struck a nerve in you, but you pushed down the anger in you. He was hurting, and what he needed was a friend, not a fixer.

Instead, you squeezed him tight against you. “Then, don’t think,” you said. “Clear your mind and- and forget everything. Forget your parents, forget this stupid detention and the musty smell of these ancient books, forget me.”

Reggie dug his head deeper into your chest. “I don’t want to forget you, Cookie,” he murmured. “I-I don’t want you to leave me again a-and-“

You shushed him. “I’m not leaving, Flicka,” you reassured him. “I promise.”

Reggie let out another broken sob. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I-it’s just that we both don’t have a good record with those. Promises, I mean.”

“Let’s clear the slate,” you suggested softly. “Start over to a point where all broken promises of the past are nothing but a mere memory, okay?”

Reggie nodded, placing his hands over yours. “I’d really like that Cookie,”

You smiled, removing your hand from his cheek and linking your pinky with his. It was just like when you were kids, but slightly different. This time, it had so much more meaning of hope and love. “Then take my promise to your heart, Flicka, because I’m not leaving. No matter what.”

Reggie rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and letting whatever tears had gathered to fall down his cheeks. You lifted your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the spot right in between his eyes, letting your lips linger there a moment longer than they should have.  

“Dance with me Cookie?” he whispered. 

“Flicka, you know I suck at that,” you laughed quietly, ducking your head as your cheeks tinged red. 

“Don’t worry,” he sniffed as you wiped a few of his stray tears. “I won’t leave you hanging,” 

“Okay,” you breathed, allowing his hands to gently hold your waist while yours were wrapped around his shoulders. 

As you gently swayed in the library you could vividly see two young teenagers in a brightly lit room dancing to the same song. 

You could hear Reggie softly humming along with the tune, but when you opened your eyes and looked at him you were brought back to reality and realized what you needed to do, 

“I’m gonna call the boys okay?” you said gently and Reggie winced. “I won’t tell them. I was just going to stay over at Rose’s place tonight so maybe we could all stay in the studio.” you suggested. “So you don’t have to go home.” 

“Y-You’d do that?” he asked, a certain tone of surprise in his voice. 

You pressed your lips together and nodded, pulling away from him. 

Making your way to the phone behind Mr. Mallard’s desk, you dialled Rose’s house number first to ask if it was okay to have everyone over, before making the subsequent calls to Alex, Luke, and Bobby. 

After dealing with the phone you checked the time. Technically you still had an hour of your detention left, but for today Mrs. Hillside just swore you to honesty. 

As much as it made you anxious to do so you looked over at Reggie and raised a brow. 

“Should we call it? We can walk over to Rose’s place. I told Luke to bring some comfortable clothes for you,” 

“Sure,” he nodded and you hesitantly let go of his hand. For some reason it felt like it was too much at once. You just needed a few moments to yourself. 

All you ever wanted was for things to go back to the way they were, but now that it seemed to be happening it was a lot to take in and Reggie sensed that so he didn’t push farther, only grabbing his bag and walking quietly by your side as you left the school through a backdoor that was locked from the outside. 

The situation for you both might have been one to cause panic or worry, but right now you both relished the fact that your friends were sure to provide a wonderful distraction. 

—

“Lady bunny, you’re wearing your pyjamas already?” Luke chuckled from his spot on the couch while you walked out of the washroom, day clothes folded in your arms. 

“I intend on relaxing today, kidnapper, thank you very much,” you said in a matter of fact tone. 

“You still wearing my shirt to bed, Cookie?” Reggie teased and you stuck your tongue out at him before retorting with, 

“Still wearing that Star Wars underwear Flicka?” 

“Yikes,” Alex scrunched up his nose and Reggie’s cheeks went a darker shade of red than they usually were. 

“They still fit okay, it would be a waste,” Reggie fought back. 

“No one wants to hear that,” Bobby grimaced while you and Rose laughed together, relaxing on the futon. 

“Why don’t we play a game or something?” Rose suggested. “Just to pass time, I mean this is a sleepover isn’t it?” 

“That sounds like a good idea,” you nodded. “Any suggestions?” 

“We could play would you rather?” Bobby said, “I mean that’s a favorite right?” 

You nodded in agreement. “I haven’t played that game in a while, but I’m down.” Everyone gathered around the coffee table. Prepared to sit next to Reggie, you felt someone’s hand grab yours and tug you down. Looking to your right, you saw Luke smiling giddily at you. 

“As your parent,” Luke said in a motherly tone. “I need to sit by your side in case any inappropriate language is used.” 

Bobby rolled his eyes. “Fuck off, Luke,” he said. 

Luke gasped, covering your ears and pulling you to his chest. “Language!” he hissed. “We have a bunny here and I don’t want you to taint her mind with your demon words. No fucks, no shits, no dicks.” You shot the boy a look before pushing him off you. 

“Would someone tell this guy I’m not five?” you rolled your eyes only to have one of your cheeks pinched by Reggie while he snickered and said, 

“You sure look like it,” You threw an empty solo cup at him. 

“Who wants to go first?” Rose asked with a wide grin. 

“Oh me!” Luke exclaimed, raising his hand and waving it around wildly. 

“Sometimes I don’t know what you’re on,” Alex sighed and the rest of the group laughed. 

“Okay, okay, um, Bobby would you rather smash your guitar or have it run over by a semi?” 

“That’s just cruel,” Bobby looked at Luke wide eyed and he just gave him a smirk in return. He sighed heavily before saying, “I’d like to think if I smashed it, it would be from rocking out so hard so I’ll go with that one,” 

“Okay now it’s your turn,” you raised your brows at Bobby.

“Alright, (N/N), would you rather be locked in a room with Reggie or Luke?” 

You scrunched up your nose. “Both are horrible options,” you began, making the boys yell out in response. “But the real question is: would I rather be babied to oblivion or be murdered?” you thought for a moment. 

“I wouldn’t murder you!” Reggie exclaimed. “That’s too easy,” he smirked and you gasped, slapping his arm. 

“Hush you!” 

“What would you do to torture her then?” Rose asked curiously, knowing exactly what buttons she was pushing. 

“Well see if you really want to get someone you make them fall in love with you and then break their heart,” Reggie explained casually.

“Oh that is cold Reggie,” Alex said with wide eyes. 

“But I wouldn’t do that to (N/N), I think she deserves a murder,” Reggie shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip from his cup.

“Put me out of my misery,” you nodded. “Alright, I’d go with Reggie,” 

Luke pouted, leaning his head on your shoulder. “But we’d have fun, Lady Bunny,” he whined. “Don’t you love me?” 

You scoffed, flicking his forehead. “Barely,” you joked. Luke just grabbed you by the arms and brought you up to him, pressing a smacking kiss to her cheek. 

“I’m your mom you have to love me,” he poked and you made a face, wiping your cheek after he had kissed you. “Hey! That was a sign of motherly love, how dare you!” You smirked, flipping him off before continuing the game. 

After what seemed like hours passed, you and your friends got bored of the game once you started to run out of ideas. 

Alex was nearly passed out on the floor, but Bobby nudged him awake. “Can we play a new game now?” Bobby sighed. “I know would you rather was my idea, but I’m kinda tired of it.” 

You nodded tiredly, before your mind clicked with an idea, 

“Wait how about MASH?” you asked curiously. “Reggie and I used to play it all the time,” 

Reggie’s lips quirked up to a smile. “Yeah!” he exclaimed. “I’m still hoping I get that mansion and forty horses.” 

“I don’t understand how you play rock music. Were you born in Montana or something?” Rose chuckled. 

“Pfft,” Reggie scoffed while you laughed. He sighed and finally conceded with a nod. “Yeah okay, I’m not from here,” 

“Wait you’re not!” Luke exclaimed and Reggie shook his head. 

“I’m from Wyoming,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I moved here when I was like...four.” 

Bobby’s face turned sour. ���Wyoming doesn’t exist,” he said stubbornly. 

Alex coughed, “Wait you don’t actually think that do you?” 

“It’s a joke Alex, and you ruined it,” Bobby rolled his eyes. “But seriously Reg, Wyoming?” he frowned. “Like what do you even do there?” 

“Live on a ranch,” Reggie sighed longingly and you tried to stifle a laugh, prompting him to put you in a headlock and ruffle your hair. 

“You’re laughing right now, but no one knows where you’re from,” he smirked. 

“Oh Reggie, you’re a dick.” 

“Language!” Luke exclaimed, trying to cover your mouth while you protested and Reggie explained that you also were not a California native. 

“(N/N)’s not from California either, she moved here when she was five,” Reggie explained. 

“From where?!” Alex asked, completely invested. 

“I thought we were gonna play MASH?” you tried to interject, but no one was listening to you and Reggie still had you locked under his arm. “Flicka don’t do this!” 

“She’s from Canada!” he grinned and you groaned. “And the town she lived in is called Saint-Louis du Ha!-Ha!” 

“Reginald!” you protested, finally wrestling yourself out of his grip while he laughed uncontrollably. 

“The city has two exclamation marks in its name!” 

“Guys,” Luke started seriously and Reggie’s laughter faded to silence as you listened to the band leader. “I-I have a confession to make. I’m also not from here,” 

“You’re not?!” Bobby was coming close to losing it, having not known about his friends. 

“I’m also from the Great White North,” 

“Wait really?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m from Fredrickton,” Luke grinned. 

“No way!” you exclaimed giddily. “So are you Acadian?” 

“Proudly so,” he nodded and you gave him a high five. 

“Canucks unite!” you laughed, not noticing the pointed glare Reggie was sending Luke. 

Bobby pulls his hair in frustration. “Okay, who else isn’t from California here?”

Rose sheepishly raised her hand, much to Bobby’s disbelief. “Puerto Rico?” she answered, more so like a question. 

“Dude,” Alex said, shaking his head. “She has a strong Puerto Rican accent.” 

Bobby stood up abruptly, storming off. “I’m out of here!”

You stifled back a giggle, calling out, “Bobby! Where are you going?” 

“TO THE FUCKING GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE,” he yelled back. “MAYBE I’LL FIND ACTUAL CALIFORNIANS THERE.” You rolled his eyes at his dramatics. You knew he would probably make it out the door before coming back in. The boy was far too lazy to make the drive, anyway. 

“I wonder if he realizes that I’m from California, too?” Alex pondered aloud. The entire group burst into laughter.

“Let’s just start the game without Bobby,” Rose suggested. “Who wants to go first?” 

“I can go,” Reggie nodded, grabbing a scrap of paper and writing down the things for each category.

“Okay hit me with some career options,” 

“Stripper,” you said, slapping his back and he rolled his eyes, but still followed the rules and wrote it down under occupations. “You’d be a terrible stripper though, you can’t dance and you have terrible balance,” 

“Okay I’d be an amazing stripper, but that’s besides the point,” Reggie countered and continued writing all the names and places his friends wanted thrown in his options. “Alright numbers now right?” You hummed in response. 

“Do five,” you said with a toothy grin. “That was how old we were when we met.” 

Reggie nodded, starting to go down each list and circling whatever he landed on. At one point as he counted, his face turned red as he hid the paper from you and everyone else’s view. Once he was done, you tugged on his arm. 

“Come on, Flicka,” you teased. “Show us what you got!” 

Reggie cleared his throat, “I mean is that really necessary?” he asked cautiously. 

“Come on it can’t be that bad,” Alex insisted. 

“Um, well it’s not bad perse,” 

“How do you know that word?” Luke teased and Reggie rolled his eyes. “Just tell us,” 

“Alright well I got a house, a music teacher, two kids, five horses and I’ll live here,” he nodded, trying to avoid a certain topic. 

“Who do you marry?” Rose asked curiously. 

“No one?” he answered unsurely.

Rose rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t an option,” she reminded him. “Come on, it’s just a game, Reg. Just show it.” When Reggie refused to move, Rose resorted to snatching the paper from his hands. 

“Rose!” he cried out, reaching for the paper. 

The girl only held the paper far away, squinting her eyes to read the circled mark. “It’s (N/N)!” she squealed. Rose and Alex high fived each other while you dug your into Reggie’s chest, completely flustered. As a response, Reggie wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head against yours. 

“It’s okay (N/N),” he said loud enough for the rest to hear. “We can just murder them,” he smirked and they all burst into a fit of outrage, during which Reggie leaned in closer to you, his lips coming close to your ear while he whispered, 

“It’s nice to take a break every once in a while, right?” 

You nodded with a smile. 

“Yeah, Cookie can let loose,” you joked.

“Of course she can,” he smiled, lifting his head and pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“Oh my God did you see that!” Rose pointed to you and Reggie and he stuck his tongue out at her. 

“What can’t a guy hug a gal?” he countered and you just placed your hand on Reggie’s mouth before he made it first, prompting him to teasingly bite your finger. 

“Flicka!” you complained while Luke immediately came to your rescue. 

“Guys! You gotta leave at least a foot for Jesus, come on this is beginner stuff,” he poked. Luke swatted Reggie’s hand away. “Get your hand off my daughter. I’m not ready to be a grandmother just yet, Peters.” 

“Luke,” you whined at his extra comment. 

“If they think this is bad they should’ve seen the dance Mrs. Leona made us do,” Reggie nudged you and you agreed with a chuckle. 

“Since when are you guys in the dance class?” Bobby asked, coming back into the studio with more snacks. 

“We’re not, Mrs. Hillside assigned under Mrs. Leona’s care for a day and we helped choreograph a dance for the sophomores next semester,” you explained, totally not realizing the implications of what you had said. 

“You know they’re gonna make us dance now right?” Reggie sighed. 

“Shit, they are, aren’t they,” 

With a loud groan you both stood up and Reggie took your hand. 

“From the top Cookie?” 

“From the top,” you sighed with a roll of your eyes. 

Rose reached for the speakers, connecting her MP3 to them and playing the song. 

“Swing those hips, Reginald!” Luke whooped, reaching for the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the coffee table. Reggie mouthed a swear to his friend as his hands found his place on your hips. 

“Watch where you’re putting those hands!” Rose warned. Rolling his eyes, Reggie teasing dropped his hands lower, only for you to swat them away. 

“I’ll still bite you,” you hissed playfully. 

“Promise?” he shot back. 

Once the music started to play, you felt Reggie’s hand trail down your arm. Every move was burned to your memory as you danced along with Reggie. The comments of your friends -either cheering or teasing- escaped your mind. 

And all that you wanted was for the night to never end. 

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Chapter Three | Hide and Seek | G.W

Elirah felt her heart pound at the words that George's mouth.

"P-punish me!?" She stuttered frozen in his lap.

"That's right Lirah. How else do you suppose you make it up to me?" He whispers massaging her arse with his hands.

"I- I'm sorry Georgie, I didn't have any other choice" she says biting her lip. George clenched his jaw and took a deep breath.

"You know baby girl, you sound so innocent but fucking hell I know that's not the case it it? You're such a bloody tease. And that little stunt you pulled before the game." He chuckled.

"Merlin the things I could've done you're lucky Fred was there." Elirah squealed as he pulled her onto her lap. She shuddered as she felt George's hand cup her face. He leaned into her smiling before taking her lip between his and pulling. She moaned quietly before mimicking his actions. He smiled brushing his nose against hers.

"In all seriousness Lirah. I need to know are you okay with me touching you?" He said shooting her sheepish smile.

George's eyes widened as Elirah stood kneeling over the table in front of him. She slid her panties down and threw them at him.

"Punish me Georgie."

It was almost immediate. George felt his trousers tighten, he stood making his way to her his hand itching at the site of her laying there for him and only him. Elirah gasped as his hands trailed along her bare flesh.

"If at any time you want me to stop I want you to say bludger okay?" Elirah nodded only for George to tsk.

"Words baby girl. I need to hear you say yes."

"If at any point I want to stop I say bludger. Got it"

George bit his lip before raising his hand and bringing it down onto her supple skin. A loud smack echoed across the classroom followed by a gasp.

"You okay baby?" George questioned rubbing over the tender flesh.

"Y-yes m'good. Keep going". She sighs adjusting herself.

George raises his hand before striking it down once again. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the slightly flushed area.

"Do you know why you're being punished Lirah?" He questions pulling back and smacking her other cheek moaning softly as he her whine fills his ears.

"You're being punished because you kissed me and left."

*Smack*

"You're being punished because you wanted me to forgive that foul git for calling you a bitch and every other nasty thing he said about you."

*Smack*

"You're being punished because you could've got hurt trying to stop me teaching that spoilt brat a lesson."

*Smack*

"You're getting punished because I would've never forgiven myself if anything happened to you" George gave her one last spank before carefully turning her over. Lirah's whimpered feeling the cold table soothe her stinging skin. Bleary eyed she stared at him as he kneeled down his face mere inches away from her.

"Such a good girl took it so well didn't you?" George says as he slides his thumb over her bottom lip. His hand trails down to her jaw he smirks softly tilting her head up.  She bites her lip before switching them over so he was laying on the desk with her on his lap.

"George darling, you gave me my punishment but don't you think it's time for yours?" George held his breath as he felt her fingers trial up and down his shirt.

"What would you have done if Umbridge caught you on top of him hmm? Wouldn't of been fun would it?"

George stayed silent simply watching Elirah's hand that was now resting on top of his trousers.

"Exactly now be a good boy and don't cum." With that Elirah slid to her knees. She popped his button and pulled his trousers down with his boxers. George released a string of curses as he watched her mouth wrap around him.

"Merlin Lirah!" he moaned as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She winked at him keeping him held for a couple seconds before pulling back. George could've came in that second, the sight of his cock covered in her saliva was deadly especially with the smug look that was etched on her face.

Elirah took him back in her mouth swirling her tongue around his pink tip before tracing the bulging vein on the side of his cock.

"Please Lirah more!" George rasped as her tongue teased his aching balls.

"Patience baby" she smirked before taking his ball into her mouth.

George gripped the table as she sucked them. It was heaven her mouth wrapped around him but the pace she was going was excruciating. Elirah wrapped her hand around him stroking rapidly as she alternated between his balls. She released them with a pop and returned to his cock.

George hissed as Elirah hollowed her cheeks and sucked him. She pulled back only to go back down again. Elirah took a deep breath before sliding all 10 inches of him. She moaned feeling George's hand tightly grip her hair. Loud moans fell from his mouth as he kept her held in place. Elirah felt her eyes fill tears while her brain screamed for oxygen.

But she couldn't care less. The sounds coming out of George's mouth were worth the black dots that began clouding her vision.

"Lirah– feels so good fuck– I'm going to cum " he rasped slowly easing his grip on her. Lost in her own pleasure and his she whimpered as he pistoned himself in her mouth pushing all of his cock down her throat before pulling it out.

"M'gonna cum baby" he warned.

"Cum for me Georgie." George released a guttural groan before letting go. Lirah wrapped her hand around him and stroked him as his cum painted her face.

"Fucking hell Lirah!" he stuttered. She poked her out and gently licked the cum from his cock before trailing her tongue along her hand. She stared at him sucking on her index finger before grabbing her wand and waving it around her.

She stands and settles into George's lap.

"We should really  go back  before they think you killed me." George's eyes widened at the sound of her croaky voice.

"Shit your voice Lirah I'm sorry." She shakes her head at him.

"Nothing a little honey and lemon can't fix. Now come on before they send out a search party."

They walked back hand in hand in a comfortable silence. Upon reaching the portrait of the fat lady George said the password before turning to Elirah.

"I–"

"She's alive!" Raine cheered cutting George off. He sighed before walking into the common room.  

"You're so dramatic Raine" Elirah rasped taking a seat next to him.

"What the hell happened to your voice Lirah?" Fred questioned worriedly

"Guys calm down I may or may not have got carried away telling George off"

Fred looked at her hesitantly before nodding. "Fair enough we were all going to go down for some dinner you coming?"

"Yeah sure just give me a minute I want to change in to something comfy you go ahead I'll meet you there."

"I'll save you a seat yeah?" Raine says.

"Thanks" She waves before making her way to the up the spiral staircase. Upon reaching her dorm Elirah quickly shuffles out her uniform and slips into a pair of joggers and a tank top.

She stares in the mirror before shrugging. "Eh it'll do."

She makes her way out the common room smiling when she sees her favourite scraggily haired blonde curled in a corner.

"Hey Luna!"

"Hello Elirah, you sound different like a frog. Suits you."

Elirah chuckles shaking her head. "Are you not coming to dinner?"

"Well I would but the nargles have stole my shoes again" Elirah gritted her teeth in annoyance. She would have to speak to her house members about their silly antics.

"How about you wear those socks you knitted for the elves I'm sure one pair won't be missed."

Luna beams at her standing.

"Of course the socks! I'll knit another pair just incase."

The two made their way out silently walking down the stairs that is until Elirah scream broke the silence causing Luna to jump as a figure emerged from the shadows.

"Merlin George Weasley you gave us quite the fright." She giggles before walking away.

"Luna?"

"I'm going to go since George wants to talk to you ... without me"

"I still have no idea how she does that y'know" Elirah sighs before turning to George.

"What did you want to say to me so badly that you couldn't have waited for me in the hall?"

George grins before pulling her.

"Not here let's go to the astronomy tower."

Elirah felt her heart melt at the site of pillows and blankets piled on top of each other with a little  basket on the side.

"How did you organise this so quickly?"

"Lets just say I owe the kitchen elves big time" With that he pulled her into him taking a seat against the pillow.

They sat in a comfortable silence engulfed in each others warmth.

"You know you're my pretty girl aren't you? Only mine Elirah Amare. You're not just a quick fuck to me. You're so much more than that and I want to show you that. I want your heart, I want your soul Merlin I want you."

Elirah chuckles softly nuzzling into his touch.

"Then take me George Weasley."

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My Girl

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,858

Summary: During a hunt with her boyfriend, the reader is left alone for a brief moment. And in that short span of time, she’s fighting for her life with no sign of surviving. 

Requested by: @leej2468​ #17 - “This is going to hurt.” #82 - “I trust you.” - Daryl and the reader are on a run and something went wrong. The reader is injured with a dislocated shoulder. 

Warnings: season 2 spoilers? fluff, injury, dislocated shoulder,  the usual walking dead violence, language and such with possible typos. 

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if Daryl seems a little out of character? He does, but then he doesn’t to me. I mean... he’s so comfortable with the reader especially since they’ve known each other for years so like it makes sense??? Also, I don’t think is the greatest, but it’s what I came up with :/ Anywho, I hope you all enjoy the fic nonetheless!! 

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

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Hearing them crunch beneath you, the rest of the colorful autumn leaves gracefully fell down around you as you trekked in front of Daryl. The sun was bright as hell, giving you a substantial amount of warmth while a gust of breeze would travel your way every so often. During this time of year, it was a tad colder considering winter was just around the corner which meant extra layers to wear, hunting and going on runs almost everyday to stock up on supplies… and snow.

“Dixon, I can feel your eyes on me,” you teased before you turned around to see him with a big smirk on his face, not ashamed he had gotten caught. You and the hunter were very close before the apocalypse, best of friends even though you harbored a crush on him. Merle would tease his brother about making a move or tell you guys to shut up and just kiss already. Sometimes he would even take it upon himself to flirt with you, but it was just all fun and games. Later on, Daryl had told you it was to make him jealous, a part of Merle’s stupid plan to get you two together. In the end, you two had finally admitted your feelings at the farm after Daryl came back with an arrow in his side. Merle would be proud that his little baby brother finally got the girl.  

“Gotta nice view.” You snorted and shook your head, stopping in your tracks to walk in sync next to the archer who stared at you, amused. Your hands brushed together, the both of you thinking the same thing as you intertwined them. Daryl brought your linked hands together and pressed a soft kiss, smiling as he did so, looking at you while you giggled. He was a big softie even though he denied it every time, but you both knew you were right, hell even the group teased him about it. 

“I hope we can bring back something good because the squirrels we caught aren’t going to be enough,” you brought up after a few minutes of silently walking. Daryl tugged on the rope of squirrels on his shoulder while he rubbed your hand with his thumb, trying to comfort you. 

“Hey, we’ll be fine. We always find a way.” You were still worried, but you nodded nonetheless. Winter was coming and the group was going out on runs everyday to stock up on can goods and other supplies, so you didn’t have to go out of hibernation as Carl liked to call it. You and Daryl were the ones in charge of hunting and occasionally going on runs as well. Squirrels and other small animals were the only thing that you guys saw and caught, but you needed more especially since Lori was pregnant. You needed a deer or something. One deer could last you a couple weeks to a month, maybe less considering you had a whole group to feed, but maybe more if you rationed properly. 

After an hour of endlessly walking through the woods, you had snagged two rabbits and a squirrel. You were disappointed, so Daryl suggested another hour before you guys would head back and maybe you could get a deer heading home. You highly doubted it, but you were damn hopeful. If not, then you’d be out there tomorrow.  

You and Daryl came at an impasse, the path you were sticking to was interrupted by a steep hill that lead down to a shallow river. The both of you decided to go along the edge, still hopeful that you’d find a deer. Maybe a deer was drinking some water? Wouldn’t that be something. 

“Do you remember the way back to the place we’re staying at?” You rolled your shoulders and readjusted your grip on your compound bow, feeling tired and stiff from all the walking you had done. You had been hunting for roughly two hours and the thought of retreating back ‘home’ for three more hours exhausted you. You were definitely making Glenn rub your feet and massage your shoulders when you get back. 

He playfully scoffed and gave you a ‘of-course-I-do’ look. “Hey, I just thought I’d ask, ‘cause I sure as hell don’t remember.” Your boyfriend shook his head with a smirk before striding ahead, making you groan since your feet were killing you. You were usually fine with all the hunting and traveling, but you weren’t used to doing it every single day for hours on end, especially with bouncing from one location to another. The farm became your safe haven and you were hoping to find another one. 

“Daryl,” you whined. “My feet are killing me, can we-” Daryl whipped around with his finger over his chapped lips, signalling you to shut your mouth. Any other time, you’d question him, but considering you were in the apocalypse and trusted him, you kept quiet and halted your movements. Your brows were furrowed though, letting him know you were beyond confused. Was it walkers, people? 

The hunter quickly motioned for you to come to him, so you carefully stepped beside him. He pointed in front of you, over your shoulder, and at first you couldn’t see anything, but then you squinted and saw the bushes move. Your eyes widened as you let out a breathless chuckle, smiling at the sight before you… a deer. Since the mammal was a little bit far, you could only see their head peeking out of all the greenery, chewing on their meal as they scanned the area. 

“I’m gonna go get that deer, ya stay here,” Daryl whispered, earning a nod from you before he went in the direction the deer was in. Since he was capable of catching a deer alone, you took the opportunity to sit down near the edge of the hill and rest. Setting down your bow, you untied one of your boots to massage your foot. You closed your eyes at the sensation, moaning to yourself and enjoying the sound of the stream flowing beneath. You stretched your leg and went to put your shoe back on before soothing your other foot, but suddenly footsteps and growls could be heard from behind you. 

You hurriedly unsheathed your dagger from your ankle holster, discarding your shoe, and whipped around to see two walkers very close to you and another making its way over. Mentally cursing yourself for letting your guard down, you stabbed one in its skull, struggling to keep the other away from you, but it kept nabbing onto your parka. As you were about to withdraw your blade, you took a step back to get away from the dead, but your foot never made contact with the ground. 

You tumbled down the hill, hitting numerous branches and rocks with the walker not far behind. Instinctively, you covered your face with your arms and grunted at the harsh contact your body was suffering from. A shriek left your lips, the hill had hills within them like a roller-coaster or a series of waves, making you pop fly up before hitting the ground hard. Something struck your shoulder, making you wince as you rolled down further, finally coming to a stop in the water. 

The calf deep water was ice cold as you struggled to get up, the excruciating pain in your right shoulder preventing you from doing so easily. You couldn’t sit there and clutch onto your injury, you had to fight for your life first. Not knowing where your other knife had gone, you searched frantically for something to aid you in killing the walker that was coming towards you. The third walker that you had almost forgotten about was rolling down the hill, so you needed to find something quick. 

As you were sliding backwards with your injured arm hugging your torso, your hand hit something big and solid. Gripping the object, you gave the creature a blow to the head once it stooped in front of you, and it fell over along with the rock that slipped from your grasp. You panicked and went to reach for it, but the last walker had gotten on top of you. Despite the pain, you wrapped one hand around its throat while the other tried to fight off its hands, not wanting to be ripped open like Dale. 

This was it. You were going to die. You were going to die and never see your family again- never see Daryl again. He wasn’t too far away from you and he would blame himself when he would find your lifeless body. You wanted to scream his name, but you couldn’t… nothing audible would come out. The inevitable was about to happen, but you kept fighting, you weren’t about to give up even though your thoughts were. The walker was growling and snapping its jaw, inching closer and closer as you grew weak in fending it off.  

All of a sudden, an arrow was staring just inches away from your face, sticking through the walker’s eye, making yours widen in shock. Tears streamed down your face as you shoved the dead weight off, hearing your name and quick paced footsteps splash the water coming towards you. Daryl kneeled beside you and set his crossbow down before you immediately wrapped your uninjured arm around his neck tight, trying not to have a panic attack. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and cried, feeling him secure his arms around your waist even tighter. You were soaking wet, but he didn’t seem to care. 

After a couple minutes, you loosened your grasp and withdrew, feeling a pair of hands on the sides of your face. The archer’s piercing blues were glossy, scanning your features and he rubbed your tears away with his thumbs. Your hands went to hold his wrists while your lip quivered, trying to hold back your cries. 

“I… I couldn’t call for… for you. It wouldn’t… it wouldn’t let me,” you choked, motioning to your throat. Daryl shook his head and embraced you once again, whispering that it was alright, that you were safe now. As much as you wanted to stay in his arms, your shoulder was killing you and you let out an involuntary wince causing Daryl to quickly retreat with worried, apologetic eyes.  

You instantly caressed his cheek. “It’s okay, just my shoulder. It’s fuckin’ killin’ me. I think… I must’ve dislocated it.” 

“Here, lemme see.” Whimpering in pain, you shrugged off your jacket with Daryl’s help. You were wearing a black long sleeve shirt that was low cut, exposing the top of your chest. Your boyfriend only had to move the fabric near you shoulder a tad before seeing your bone was, in fact, out of place. 

“Uh, I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that,” you mumbled, grimacing at the sight. Daryl was quiet, so you glanced up to see him already staring at you with sympathetic eyes that were also nervous. Him biting his lip also being a dead give away.

“Do ya trust me?” You furrowed your brows and frowned thinking it was a stupid question. Of course you did, you’d put your life in his hands, hell, he saved you from that walker just mere moments ago. 

By the look on your face, he knew you thought it was stupid to ask, but you were going to hate him for what he had to do next. “Just spit it out, Dixon. I’m in a lot of pain right now and will be for weeks. Not to mention I’m soaking wet and not in the good way.”

Daryl softly chuckled, but it quickly dissipated when he softly grabbed your wrist that was cradled against your chest, with both of his hands, making you swallow thickly. “This is going to hurt.” 

“I trust you,” you smiled even though you weren’t looking forward to what he was about to do. 

He slowly stretched your arm out in front of you and began to bring it towards him, pulling until the ball of your arm bone would go back into your shoulder socket. You bit your lip hard and shut your eyes as he continued to tug, which made you lean back so you didn’t go forward. Suddenly, you heard a pop followed by a sensation, it still hurt like hell, but it felt normal.    

 Daryl shrugged off his winged vest before peeling off his leather jacket and brought his knife up to it. You hurriedly placed your palm over his hand that gripped the bladed weapon. “No, Daryl, just use my jacket. Besides, it’s wet and I can’t use it.” You lifted the black material and offered it to him.

He shook his head and pointed at it with his knife. “Nah, it’s ya favorite jacket, just gonna use mine.” 

“But that’s your only jacket.”

He looked down at his jacket and huffed as he peered back up at you. “Yer stubborn, ya know that?” He gravelly said, snatching your parka in a jokingly manner, making you smile and nod. 

You watched in bewilderment as he meticulously cut up your jacket and maneuvered it around your injury, the perfect makeshift sling. Honestly, you didn’t pay attention to how he managed to put your arm in a sling and knot it, you couldn’t help but stare at him the entire time in awe. You thought you were going to faint when he wrapped you in his jacket despite your protests. 

He sat back and stared at his work satisfied. “It feel alright? I can readjust-” 

“It’s perfect.” You leaned over and pecked his lips, brushing some hair out of his face, staring into his orbs with tears brimming your own. “Thank you.” You weren’t just thanking him for creating your sling, but for saving your life… for loving you. 

The archer shook his head with his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles and knowing your appreciation had a deeper meaning. “Ain’t gotta thank me, gotta take care of my girl.” 

Butterflies flew crazy in your stomach and you could feel your heart almost pound out of your chest. His girl. You don’t think you would ever get over the fact that he was yours and you were his. 

Daryl tapped your thigh, pulling you out of your trance before standing up, offering his hand to the only one you could use. When you accepted, his attention went down to your feet and by his befuddled reaction you followed. “Where’s ya shoe?”

You nervously chuckled, wiping your eyes before they could release tears. Scratching the back of your head, you glanced over to the ground above that you were once on, averting your eyes away so he wouldn’t notice. Oh, but he sure did. He did a double take, catching on and glared at you, waiting for an answer. 

“I may or may not have…  taken my shoe off ‘cause my feet were killin’ me which then led me to get jumped ‘cause I wasn’t payin’ attention like an idiot,” you confessed rapidly with a small voice, shutting your eyes to prepare yourself for the scolding he was about to do. When no words were spoken, you cautiously opened one eye to see him with a tiny smile. “Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” You questioned, tugging his jacket tighter around your frame.

Your boyfriend shrugged, his smile more evident before he grabbed his crossbow off the ground and began to walk across the river. Having no other choice but to follow, you huffed. What a tease. “So what’s your plan, smart guy?” 

“Walk down the river ‘til there’s an easier path ta the top. I’m gettin’ deja vu just bein’ down here n’ we ain’t gonna try climbin’ with ya bein’ all crippled. 

You rolled your eyes even though he was right. There was no chance in hell that you were going to be able to get back up there regardless if he helped you or not. “Crippled my ass. I could still put up a fight,” you mumbled grumpily, imagining yourself whooping some ass one-handed. “Also, that reminds me… my dagger’s up there in a walker’s skull.”

“Alright macho girl, we’ll get ‘em along with our food. I dropped everythin’ ta slide down and getcha.” 

You scoffed at the nickname… wait, food? FOOD! Your near-death experience and detour made you forget why you were out there in the first damn place. “Wait a minute, what happened to that deer? Did you get it?” You sped up to walk alongside the archer, excitement and hope flooding your features as you grabbed onto his arm, waiting for his face to show any sign of an answer.

He continued to walk as if you weren’t there which earned a tug on his forearm and a plea for him to spit it out. Daryl peered down at you with a smirk and with that you snaked your arm around his neck from the side to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

“I can’t wait to tell everyone I got hurt ‘cause I fought off a bunch of walkers to get the deer before they could,” you proudly said, skipping in front of a very confused Daryl.

“Aye, don’ ya dare!”

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Chapter 19: Leonardo Makar Jakoby

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Note:  before you read this chapter, i'd like to share with you the song that helped shape and bring this piece of writing together, and if you have the patience i hope you'll take a listen and further understand the emotions i intended with this 💛

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The front door swung open faster than she intended, but Callie couldn’t stand to be under the glaring sun and heavy humidity a moment longer. Her locks were frizzed and sticking to her neck and shoulders, and sweat was lining her honey skin in droplets when she stepped into the cool house.

“Oh god, close the blinds,” she lamented, waddling through the kitchen to stick her flushed face in front of the freezer. “Next time I’ll just do laps around the house,”

“Yeah I can get on board with that,” Nick called from under the vent in the living room, his shirt left hanging on the back of the couch.

Her forehead bounced against her arm rested on the fridge, staring down at her stomach. “Please come out,” she groaned. “I can’t get any bigger,”

“We could try sex again,” Nick simpered, leering over his shoulder.

“I’m sweating,”

“We’re sweating,” Nick snorted.

When she at last stepped from the fridge, she brought with her a bowl of homemade deep red salsa that had sat long enough for the shimmering oil to be seen pooling at the top. She hastily and with little care unwound the nearly empty bag of tortilla chips on the counter, plunging a chip into the dip.  

“That’s gonna make you sweat more,” he bravely commented, joining her across the bar and dipping his own chip that piled pitifully compared to her towering bites.

She swayed and pulled air in harshly between her teeth as she chewed, an eye pinched shut and hands flailing.

“You’re gonna give yourself lethal heartburn,”

“If it gets him out I’ll deal with it,” she coughed, going in for another bite.

“You still have three days baby,” Nick reminded, wincing at his own bite of the searing salsa.

“I’m not taking any chances. I can do this,” she too reminded, her gaze harder than her words.

“No one is doubting that,”

“But everyone is expecting otherwise,” she murmured, snapping the lid back onto the jalapeño tupperware. She wouldn’t look up again, but he didn’t need to see her face to recognize the discouragement drooping her shoulders.

Nick chewed his last chip and dusted his hands of any crumbs before jogging around the wall and into the kitchen, immediately holding wrapping her in a tight embrace from behind. “I know you can do it,”

“I know you know,” she sighed, finally leaning back into his chest with her head on his shoulder.

He listened to her chew on the crunchy jalapeños and chips, his lips against her shoulder and rocking side to side. “He’s really going today,”

“Since this morning,” she added, moaning when he dragged his hands across her stomach, alleviating the insane itching that plagued her night and day. Her frame melted in his arms, tossing aside the last bite she couldn’t bare one more of with her mouth already feeling like fire.

When her fingers laced behind his neck, a low growl vibrated through his chest, his caresses wandering higher.

“I have time before I go in,” he groused.

“That walk wiped me out,” she sighed, curling her spine ever so slightly despite being ready for a nap. The implication alone got her blood boiling in a way she didn’t mind despite her wiser half protesting at anymore physical exertion.

“I’ll do the work,” he rumbled, angling her jaw to stop her low whine. “You just worry about enjoying it,”

“It’s gonna be work, you gotta help me get him out,” she murmured in defeat, her breath catching when he massaged a tender breast through the dress.

He chuckled into her hair, a burly arm supporting her up when two thick fingers slipped under her dress and panties. “I know what I’m doing.”

It was too good.

The haze she floated in, the fan blowing across her naked, spent body, the cold sheets she was lost in; the kisses she opened her eyes too when she felt Nick’s impression on the bed beside her.

It was all too good.

 “Time to go already?” she asked softly, her hands feeling his unbuttoned uniform shirt before her heavy eyes opened.

“Mhm,” he toned into the top of her breast. “It’s a half shift today,”

“You’ll be home for dinner?”

He nodded, exclaiming sorely once standing.

“Frijoladas?” she asked, rolling on her side with a pillow ready to stuff under her stomach.

“Oo, hell yeah,” he grinned, stepping into his slides. “You stay pregnant until I’m home,” he pointed, his tone grave.

“I think he’s too comfortable in there,”

“Good. Keep him in there until tomorrow,”

“Tomorrow?” her brows furrowed.

“It’s my day off,” he grinned cheekily.

“Don’t get shot,” she said into the pillow she embraced, breathing in Nick’s cologne.

“I’m too quick.” He teased, bouncing around a couple times to rile some giggles. With a final kiss shot her way, Nick was shuffling down the hall towards the door and grabbing his bag, then keys, and groaning against the assaulting summer heat once outside. It only made him want to slink back into the dark, cool room with Callie, but regardless of whether there was a c-section in three days or she managed to get Leo out beforehand, he had five days worth of time to spend with the two whenever he decided to make his debut.

Just the thought had Nick shaking his hands loose of the tremble they’d steadily maintained.

Everything was set and ready for his arrival, but counting down the minutes made the wait excruciating, and if Nick was being honest, he wanted him out weeks ago. The daily barrage of texts from friends and family asking is he here yet!? were not so much a pain, but hourly reminders that he had no control over his sons awaited birth, and that another day had gone by without him in his arms.

 Even if I’ve been fucking her three times a day, he thought bitterly.

He’d been promised from all directions that sex would do the trick, but all either had gained from it was funny walking and a sore dick, not to mention the few times where neither had actually came and they’d just flopped over one another in annoyance.

He pulled onto the road, the chilled air blasting across his face and chest that was already accumulating sweat.

Maybe he should bring home chili’s to eat with the dinner.

 Seeing as that's our last hope.

In the afternoon blaze that looked over LA, people were irritable and hollering at one another in traffic. Many drivers didn’t have the luxury of working AC in their old beaten cars, and sitting under the sun flared tempers of all races, especially humans and Orcs. He even found himself spitting harsh choices of words at particularly dumb drivers that only further congested on-ramps, and by the time he made it to the station, he could barely muster patient responses when the baratement of where’s the baby? came.

 Do you think I’d be here!? He wanted to shout, but he still needed a job to come back to.

“Still!?” Sergey asked in honest shock, feeling Nick’s exhaustion bone deep when he shook his head slowly. “You know I’ve heard-”

“Whatever you’ve heard we’ve already tried,” he groaned, the pair making their way to the lockers.

“Even-”

“Don’t say spicy foods,” Nick snapped.

Sergey’s nose scrunched. “For someone who’s expecting the miracle of life you’re awfully cranky,”

“I’m not cranky,” Nick shoved his partner into an empty locker, his shoulder making loud contact with the metal door, but he laughed it off. “I’m impatient,”

“Why not just take off the extra days before it happens?” Sergey intoned.

“Over-time pay, that’s why.” Nick smirked, pulling his lock off the locker door.

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She flung out another onesie so the feet popped out, holding it up to decide whether this one was to hang or fold, and decided it would be stuffed into his already packed dresser.

For weeks now Leo’s closet had been bursting at the bolts with clothes and blankets and everything else that came with a baby; so much that Callie wouldn’t actually need to buy any clothes until he was at least one, but that didn’t stop her, or Nick from plucking cute sets from racks and all the assortments of socks possible, not to mention beanies.

She traced the pads of her fingers along the baby blue designs lining a hooded onesie, grinning to herself.

Nick had picked this one, going on about how easily his little melon would get cold.

Callie placed it in the pile to be hung up, and if need be, she’d take a few out to make sure it found its place amongst the others. Her brows furrowed the longer she stared, starting to question if it should tag along in the hospital bag. The rooms did get awfully chilly.

“I’ll come back to you,” she decided quietly, leaning down to grab the next article of Leo’s clothing from the basket between her feet.

Though her eyes remained trained on the TV muttering lowly in the living room, she’d completely retreated back into her thoughts when that first cramp of the day hit, but when it continued long enough for her to really evaluate its depth, she realized this one was… different.

The Braxton Hicks that had tormented her for months were sharp, often radiating down into her pelvis like minor shots of electricity. They’d subside quickly before the next one came, but this cramp was intimidating. It wrapped around her entire stomach, stretching to her lower back, and this first one wasn’t even painful. It was low, and lasting, as if giving a stern warning about what was to come, but wouldn’t pain come with something like this?

She exhaled slowly when it finally ended at thirty-six seconds, ames still outstretched and holding a little sweater while deciding upon her next move.

Callie looked down slowly as if she expected something to lunge up at her from below, but all was the same.

Leo swirled a few times, but he’d been calm since the previous day, even when Nick cooed lovingly to him to purposely evoke some kicks and shoves.

She glanced at her phone, noting the time.

“Alright then,” she cleared her throat, flinging the sweater out flat before piling it on the tabletop. She still glanced around while continuing to fold and sort, listening and waiting for something else to come, but it wasn’t until about twenty minutes later that she felt it again, and this time she had enough sense to press a hand to her belly and actually feel the contract-

 No, she shook her head, continuing on with her laundry through this one. It was uncomfortable, but manageable, and definitely not that , she decided. It just didn’t start like that… did it?

When this one ended at twenty-two seconds, she scoffed.

“Almost had me there,” she mumbled, carefully piling the clothing on the table surface.

The third one was… annoying. It almost made her grip the table in support, but she bullied the discomfort aside and told it to fuck off. It radiated deep from within her gut like a period cramp, which didn’t help convince herself it wasn’t what she thought.

When the fourth one came, her attention to the ‘cramps’ had increased, and with her palms pressing into the tops of her knees, she straightened her back and ground her teeth, but sitting through them only generated more intensity.

But by the time the fifth one came, her leg was bouncing high and though she tried, she couldn’t help but cringe. The severity had grown more than she could’ve expected so rapidly, but forcing herself to move through them kept her from panicking. Folding laundry was the last thing she wanted to be doing now, but she also knew if she’d simply sat there with her undivided attention on this, she’d call Nick and likely take a ride to the hospital for false labor.

So she leaned back in her chair after throwing a pair of little pants back into the basket, holding her wrist against her forehead as she waited for this one to stop. Her skin was warming up, her heart hammering between her ribs.

Tightening her thighs only brought more misery when she tried to cross her ankles, and her palms fell over her eyes when it finally subsided. Callie exhaled hard, pushing her loose hair back and the basket away with her foot. No way she could concentrate on that. Her head lolled to the side when looking at her phone, debating heatedly within herself to call Nick. Her fingers tapped against the back of her hand atop her head as she stared at it, reaching after a few moments to swipe the screen up.

“No!” she snapped, tossing the phone down. “This isn’t it,”

Callie rose then, straining and following her stomach into standing before waddling to the kitchen. Her actions were unprecise when reaching into the fridge for a water, cranking the cap off angrily. She drank it purposefully, as if giving her body water would mean she was right and this was just a weird form of dehydration, or something.

“Mhm, mhm,” she went on as she gulped, a hand on her hip and rocking side to side.

But here came another one.

“Chinga su madre-” she sputtered, slapping the bottle down on the counter and bending forward. “Oh fuck me,” she forced out, leaning onto her knees as she continued to rock side to side through the harsh tightening. With every one that passed, the vigor that matched a charlie horses rapid incapacitation grew, and it brought back vivid recollections of the time she laid withering away in Nick’s arms as the onslaught of premature labor defeated her.

“No,” she straightened, exclaiming when her body gave her back a bigger no. Bowed over and down against her knees she went, puffing out a few quick breaths before slowly rising this time.

Her steps were cautious, one hand on her stomach while the other traced counter tops or walls, hovering to the back of a chair so she could gather the clothes that needed to be put away. By the time she made it to Leo’s room with arms full of fragrant, clean outfits, it had died down, but now came the soreness after them. Each step was coupled with sharp stabs that landed at her lower stomach and groin, bringing forth hard breaths from between her teeth.

She pushed the door open with her elbow, padding carefully across the plastic laid out over the carpet in preparation to paint the room, but now she feared it was too late for last minute projects such as this.

The clothes to be hung were draped over the crib until after she finished stuffing the folded clothes into the drawers, shoving aside the abundance of socks to make room for even more while counting her breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth.

“Get in there!” she whined lowly, shoving the drawer closed so she could move on.

Her urgency to finish wasn’t farfetched; just as she’d reached for the last of the outfits to hang, she instead found herself leaning against the crib, her forehead landing on her forearm and doubt melting away under the fervor of this one.

Deep breaths did nothing, nor did squatting which had been sworn up and down on that it worked, but only resulted in her stuck down there, hanging onto the bars of the crib and mashing her teeth together through the physical torment that stifled her breaths. The duration didn’t even matter anymore, because these were far from normal Braxton Hicks.

Callie laughed to herself as the contraction died down enough to pull herself back up, her grip remaining steadfast on the crib until she knew she could walk without swaying. Her eyes cut down to her stomach, her bottom lip starting to tremble.

“I told your dad I’d wait until tomorrow,” she breathed, her voice breaking.

All week she’d done all she could to start this, to meet her son and at last hold him, but now she was alone in his room and terror was her only companion. How did she end up questioning her own capability when she’d done nothing but tell everyone how able and ready she was for this? How did doubt always find its way in?

 I need Nick. She needed her rock.

It was time to finally, finally meet their son, no matter how prepared she thought she was or how terribly she shook now as the realization that nothing could truly prepare her for this cast over her like a shadow.

Callie nodded, her eyes sliding shut and taking a slow breath in, then letting it out even slower. “Okay,” she exhaled, stepping warily from the crib and reaching for the dresser beside the door.

Her hand landed on the door frame the moment she felt it run down her leg.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed when the warm fluid kept coming, pooling in the plastic around her bare feet. It’s sickly sweet odor was unpleasant, as was the shocking amount. Her hand shook when touching between her thighs, observing the shimmering liquid on her fingertips.

“Oh-” she gasped, laughing again. “Okay, okay,” Callie inhaled, sights set on the table in the dining room when she took another step.

But the world pulled out from under her, and the back of her head cracking against the floor was heard before everything was felt. The shock to her spine, the next contraction, her skull starting pound so loudly she could see it. Her hands lifted weakly, but they completely missed, folding heavy against the carpet beside her head.

But the contraction… it was so dull now as her world started to close, and her bent knees slid out in her own puddle of amniotic fluid she was stretched in.

“Ni…” she breathed weakly. Her arms were unable to lift again, the throbbing in her skull too mighty to fight.

A hard roll of shivers shot up his spine, shimmying his shoulders and shaking his head.

“Is the AC too strong?” Sergey asked, reaching to turn the dial.

“Nah, I just got a shiver,” Nick mumbled, rolling his shoulders again. He’d knocked loose that one, but what was this agitation that wouldn’t lift? It had come to a simmer in his belly, leaving him restless and uncomfortable no matter how he shifted in the seat.

He glanced around, jumping between passing faces and buildings, even scenting the air inside the car inconspicuously to see if some threatening scent had wafted in through the vents, but nothing explained the discomfort he felt.

It was irritating and only sank farther into his gut, heavy like stones.

“Ugh,” he groaned, moving around again.

“Tummy troubles?” Sergey played, hiding his smirk.

“Shut up,” Nick laughed off, but his grin vanished upon pulling out his phone. His thumbs flew over the screen, shooting a quick message to Callie.

 Gotta cover all your bases.

Consciousness came back to her like a kick to the jaw.

It rang behind her eyes, thundering against her temples. The sweat that had broken out across her body mimicked that of a fever dream, but her thoughts were crystal clear as she came back. The weight of her limbs was substantial, barely mustering the energy to hold her pounding head and bend her knees-

The shout that cracked in her throat was stifled late, far into the fast moving contraction gripping her frame, leaving her gasping and curling onto her side.

 That’s right, she was in labor. Active labor.

Callie pushed her upper half up, her hand sliding in the amniotic fluid pooled beneath her. She was rigid in pain, a shaking breath just moments away from becoming a shout. There was no counting, no more rocking side to side through it. There was only the suffocating wrath wrapping around her midsection like a suffocating corset, curling her neck back as she bared her teeth to the ceiling in agony.

At last it started to ebb away, leaving her spent and heaving into her palm before smoothing back her sweaty hair.

She wanted to lay back down, even being soaked in sweat and fluids with a throbbing skull. A migraine would be an easier foe to fight; at least then she wouldn’t be so dizzy she couldn’t even stand to keep her eyes open. But she couldn’t fall back into the quiet darkness. She had to bear the static in her vision and the hot tears that sprung before them.

This couldn’t end here.

“Go get your phone,” she gnarled, looking up at the door frame.

Her limbs shook something awful after finally pulling herself onto her feet, the amniotic fluid continuing to trickle down her inner thighs. Every step was a gamble, but with wet handprints left on the walls and a small trail behind her in the carpet, she made it to the table by the time another contraction was coming.

Her hands slid harshly across the table surface, knocking over clothes and mail, but her frantic searching didn’t yield her phone amongst the clutter.

“No no no-” she cried, gasping when it again constricted her midsection like an angry fist. She landed in the chair, her head flinging over the backrest and bawling into her hands as it’s fury kicked back into high gear.

The seconds felt slower than before as they ticked by endlessly, her legs kicking helplessly until she curled forward and crawled onto her knees and elbows that burned against the carpet.

 Breathe in- out, breathe- breathe in-

 It was impossible. Anything was. The only thing she wanted was to scream, but the floor smothered those. Loud grunts ripped from her throat, the dress clinging to her body like a wet sheet. Trying to form words in hopes she could calm herself down was futile when she couldn’t make it through a full breath without shouting, and as long as she was stuck there on the floor, she couldn’t find her phone.

It surely hadn’t even been a full minute since the last time he checked his phone, but he still looked again anyways, chuffing when there was no response from Callie.

Nick shifted to lean on his other foot, arms crossed and back burning under the glaring sun while stood in full uniform at the center of a lawn listening with only half his concentration to Sergey as he took the reins on this call. It was probably best that way too. If Nick had to deal with this stout man screaming about his lawn, he’d likely shove him into one of the many trash cans lining his yard.

So instead he cracked his neck, trying to ignore the sweat collecting across his scalp and gave in to checking his phone once again, but still, nothing.

Nick exhaled with another adjustment of the kevlar vest, hoping to alleviate the tightening of his chest.

Making it back to the table to again look for her phone hadn’t only been difficult, but a test of her willpower to remain standing when the contractions kept coming and strengthening enough to at first keep her on the floor for some time. She’d long since pushed her soaked panties down her legs, but was fearful if she reached down, she’d be faced with the top of Leo’s head and still no way to call for help. The thought of wobbling her way out of the house was quickly tossed; all their neighbors were busy singles or couples that were rarely home, and she sure as hell couldn’t just walk outside and scream.

So now she was upright again, even going as far as to unfold some of the clothing that it maybe could’ve been hiding between, but her thorough search did not produce the phone.

A few times she could’ve sworn she’d heard it vibrate somewhere, and when it went unfound she started to question her sanity. She did just crack her head against the floor and still struggled to keep her eyes open; it could be right under her nose and just couldn’t see it.

Callie’s hand flew over her eyes when she felt the fresh burning of tears, a weak sob building in the back of her throat. Between contractions she’d try to remind herself to relax, not to overexert herself more than she was already doing, but once the pain was no longer occupying every fiber of attention, she was left with this crippling fear.

Leo’s perfectly planned birth had suddenly been yanked out from under her in a matter of seconds, and now she was here, stranded and alone in the middle of her own labor that was completely out of her control. All the terrible outcomes she’d been warned of were suddenly so plausible; she could be losing another baby right now and she just didn’t know it yet.

Was labor supposed to hurt like this? It was so close to what it had felt like the first time during Tikka’s battle- so was she dying? Was Leo!?

There was no one to ask as she sobbed, leaned against the table with weak knees and wailing into bunched up laundry as another contraction fired up.

They were starting to last longer, which gave them more power without even really intensifying. Every one dragged on for eternity; it terrified her thinking of this going on for hours when she’d look to the clock above the bar and face that it’d only been a mere hour since first coming to.

Would Leo even have that much time?  

She steadied herself against the edge of the table, pulling her messy wet hair from her neck and face to fashion into a neater bun.

I’ve had many patients who’ve tried delivering vaginally and the baby’s become stuck in the pelvis because of their size.

Her stomach that had decreased in size since her water broke had been still; Leo had been quiet through all of this, not even a small foot to jab into her ribs like he normally did when she moved around too much, and she knew why. He was slowly moving down with every tight squeeze, coming closer to the end of his journey, but Callie didn’t know how she could ensure that being here.

She looked up, scanning the living and dining room.

Would this be enough to bring him into the world?

These walls had seen her grieve the loss of babies before; missed opportunities of a family and little laughs. Would they witness life this time?

Callie’s face hardened, nodding to herself with quickening breaths.

“I can do this,” she panted, tears brimming her eyes. “I can do this,”

Without Nick?

She wiped her eyes crudely, stopping hard when another contraction buckled her knees. The basket flipped it’s contents out before her alongside a curse, but through her own spitting profanities, she heard a soft thump , then the hum of her phone vibrating beside her hand, hidden under a small shirt. Her laughter was hysteric as she clawed for it, pressing it against her sweaty forehead and sobbing. When she could look at the multitudes of messages Nick had sent, she brought her face to the sky, thanking whoever had been passing by for showing mercy.

Cal answer me please

He sent the text with a hard press to his screen, the phone shoving back into his pocket as he made his way back to Sergey and the stout man who’d still kept hollering, but was now going to be dealt with a handful of tickets he’d accumulated after a quick sweep of his premises revealed he was the man who someone had called about.

Although at this point it wouldn’t help, Nick still took a cautionary breath while making his way across the lawn. He was a few insults away from slugging the middle aged man and calling it self defense, but Nick couldn’t trust himself not to concuss him if given the chance.

The strong vibration of his phone against his thigh completely turned him around, raising a hand to Sergey as he answered Callie’s call he’d waited desperately for.

“I texted you like a hundred-”

“Nick come home Leo’s coming!” she gasped harshly into the call.

It was what he’d feared had been happening the entire time his texts and calls had gone unanswered. There’d been days she did this; usually it was because of a nap or showering, sometimes forgetting her phone in the kitchen, but today, it wasn’t the heat that made his skin sweat, and it wasn’t his uniform that felt too tight around him. The discomfort had been under his skin, building deep down in his gut as the time dragged by. He’d known it all along, but couldn’t accept it until now.

He shouted something at Sergey, but to know if he understood him would go unconfirmed. Nick couldn’t even hear himself above the instant pounding in his ears, his sprint back to the cruiser and jumping behind the wheel all a blur, his voice shaking when he told Callie he was already driving.

The sirens stayed blaring the race across town, slamming his palm against the horn when the inane didn’t know better to get out of his way, because he’d push cars aside with his own if they interfered with this. What they’d been waiting years for, what he’d had nightmares and daydreams about, what he was so ready to protect.

It left him in disbelief while he drove wildly through the streets- surely to face harsh criticism once he’d returned to work- that in this moment, he felt no fear over meeting his son. It was only bubbling excitement to soon have all his questions answered, to finally touch the feet that kicked mightily when he heard his father's voice.

Nick’s hand covered the wide smile that spanned across his face, an equally insane stream of laughter erupting as the understanding fully dawned on him, and with that, the fear returned, too.

He was about to be a father for real, now.

By the time he was screeching around the last turn to the home stretch to their house, he’d composed himself and silenced the laughter he knew she didn’t need to be dealing with right now. By that phone call alone he could tell she was probably in hysterics, but why had she taken so long to reply then?

The sirens had also been killed before coming to a shrieking halt in the driveway, not even bothering to close his door before sprinting across the lawn.

He swung the door open so hard it bounced against the wall. “CAL!?”

“Over here,” came her weak call, and he again didn’t bother with the door before following her voice to the dining room where she was slumped in a chair and fanning her cheeks with an envelope.

“Are you okay? Are you alright?” he implored, squatting down to hold her face that was flushed and sweaty.

“My water broke all over his room and I slipped and hit my head,” she pouted, hot tears falling down her cheeks.

“Wha-” he choked, quickly standing to move her hair apart and check where she said it had smacked against the floor. Thankfully there was only a small abrasion that barely bled, but after going on to tell him how she lost consciousness and was sensitive to light, he knew there was even more reason to hurry.

“Leo’s bags,” she pointed, moving to hoist herself up.

“Hell no,” Nick scolded, easily scooping her up bridal style. “You’ll sit in the cruiser and I’ll get his stuff,” he was already walking her towards the door, taking the moment to kiss the top of her head when it rested tiredly against his chest. The exhaustion she must’ve been feeling was probably crippling based solely on her limp movements and weak voice.

Another contraction was starting when she was placed in the seat, but Nick moved faster than before when she waved him back into the house hurriedly, gripping the roof handle and arching against her seat. It was only a matter of seconds before he returned and was throwing all their bags into the trunk and himself back behind the wheel and they were off with the sirens blasting again.

Surely another harsh lashing was to come from that misuse, but this was worth it.

He didn’t know what to say or ask when she squeezed his hand like a vice, her legs straightening like a board and smacking her thigh repeatedly as she did her best to ride the contractions out silently. A few loud cries made their way from her throat still, then a soft apology that Nick would insist wasn’t needed.

He’d hold her face and kiss her cheeks when they stopped in traffic and Callie urged him to turn the sirens off when they did nothing to move the congested lanes no one could budge from, but it pained him to see her in such agony when they split her down the middle.

“W-what can I do?” he asked, fighting to keep his focus on her and the traffic inching forward.

“Nothing,” she gasped, her head lolling to look at him. “But it’s okay baby, just concentrate on the road,” she breathed, both of her hands securing around his. The sincerity in her big, tired eyes was there, but so was anxiety. Could he even tell if she was going to swing into one in this state?

“Talk to me,” she grunted while positioning herself in the seat. “Did we agree on what color he’d be?” she smiled.

He laughed nervously, a hand on the wheel and another on her stomach while her body was calm. It was so hard now, and if he wasn’t mistaken, even a little smaller. “I think we said mostly you with freckles of my color,”

She laughed, wincing. “I don’t think he’ll have hair,”

“I think he will. Maybe pointed ears,” Nick glanced at her, his smile fading when her face started to tighten again.

“And tusks-” she got out before her hand slapped against his arm to grip, this time wiggling onto her side to press her face into the seat.

It was another hour before the hospital was finally in sight, and for the first time in their relationship, Callie had been the one to leave bruises on his arm. Nick this time would take full advantage of being a cop; he could leave the cruiser parked right in front for as long as needed and no one could do anything about it.

“Ready?” Nick asked after darting around to her side with the bags looped around his shoulders and chest. His vest and belt had since been removed; they were only an annoyance at this point.

Callie’s response wasn’t immediate, and it wasn’t entirely sure, either. Although she nodded, the tears in her eyes and tremble of her chin revealed to him the fear she’d tried hiding up to this point. All the times she’d told him, herself, everyone that she could do this, she was still questioning herself in the moment. All this time she’d done her best to bury that dread, but now facing the question anew, could she do this?

A small team of nurses had come out with a wheelchair after spotting exactly what was going down and Callie was transferred from from his arms to the seat, his hand lingering in hers until he was forced to follow behind.

Her intake was quick; apparently your water breaking got you a spot right to the front of the line in the maternity wing, but just as they’d given Callie a bed and IV with the promise of rest, an exam to verify what stage she was at had her cursing just as loudly as she did during a contraction. Nick’s fingertips turned white under her grip, watching in horror as the attending dove knuckle-deep to examine her.

“Okay my love,” the attending stood, pulling her gloves off. “You’re at seven, so almost there. Did you want an epidural?”

“No,” Callie snapped. “I’m doing it natural,”

“That’s fine, but know we don’t give them after a certain point so we don’t slow down labor. Who is your OB?”

“Sangui,”

“We’ll page her, I think she’s here today, actually,” she jotted down in her little notepad she’d brought forth from her chest pocket, a few strands of hair loose around her eyes. “Okay, sit tight and we’ll be back,” she smiled, squeezing Callie’s foot before leaving with the nurse.

“Hey,” Nick scooted back beside her, wiping his thumbs across her brow and looking into her tired eyes. “How’re you doing? What can I do?” he asked in soft tones, kissing her gently when she shook her head.

“Tell me I’m gonna be okay,” she croaked, hanging onto his wrist.

“You’re definitely gonna be okay, both of you are,” he reassured, pressing his forehead to hers when she closed her eyes and nodded, soaking in his confidence.

Now out of her soaked dress, the crisp hospital gown actually felt nice on her hot skin, as did the cold sheets of the bed, at least until she was rolling onto her hands and knees as another contraction roared to life. Callie cried from the misery in her lower back, unable to remain still or even lay down when it wrapped around her.

Between sprints, Nick, although feeling like more of a nuisance than actual help, spooned ice chips into her mouth and pressed forcefully against her lower back when she begged for some kind of reprieve, moving on to carry all her weight when she hung in his hold after deciding to stand and walk around; that only lasted a half lap around the room. It was an awkward way to hold her up like this, with his hands clasped against shoulder blades and forearms under her armpits, but it seemed the way she hung deadweight helped ease some of the insane force across her body.

Until they were taken upstairs to a more appropriate room for her delivery, Callie bit and smothered herself through the pain, leaning over into the bedding to scream instead of trying to walk and breathe through it like the nurses so urged. Sometimes it was the mental strain that needed to be eased.

But even then the allure of pain meds grew as the time drew on.

She walked and bounced on the exercise ball when they said it would help speed labor along, but either of those became impossible as the contractions only grew closer. There wasn’t enough time to catch her breath before the next one came barreling down, and within another hour, she couldn’t stand to be touched.

Laying down was murder, but so was standing up.

She stopped Nick everytime he urged to call Rosie or his mom, telling him he wasn’t allowed to until Leo was out. Knowing my luck this will all be false labor, she had groaned.

She wanted to rip off the noisy monitors banded around her distended waist, but hearing Leo’s heartbeat thunder through the speakers reminded her of what was to come after all of this, that she knew as soon as she saw him, all of this would be worth it.

So she grit her teeth and clung to Nick when the pain came, her nails digging into his arms and shoulders, but he didn’t let out a peep of discomfort. In the moments she was free of misery that left her breathless, he held her against his chest and kissed her steamy cheeks, wiping away the sweat dotted across her forehead. He only told her how strong and capable she was, but never asked her to keep fighting through the pain. He didn’t want her to think she had to break herself over this; that it was okay to ask for pain relief if it was easier on her already strained body.

Callie grunted against his chest, her knees propped apart with a couple pillows. She’d given up trying to find comfort with the ten pillows that only made her hotter, and although Nick was a heater of his own, he came with big hands that massaged her miserable back.

“Do I need to move?” he asked, starting to pull his shoulder from underneath her head.

“No,” she grunted, rolling her onto her back. ”I gotta go to the bathroom,”

The heavy door to their room opened, and at last Dr. Sangui came in with hands clasped and a warm smile. “What ever got you here needs to be relayed so I can share the secret with the other a hundred moms desperate to pop their babies out,”

“Homemade salsa,” Nick grinned.

“Oh, well some of them are out of luck then. How’re you doing Callie?”

“I have a lot of pressure on my butt,” Callie frowned tiredly.

“Well let’s do a quick check here then,” she moved to grab gloves from off the walls. “When was your last one?”

“‘Bout an hour ago,” Nick answered, already offering his hand after Callie slid fully onto her back and spread her knees.

“And you were seven then?” she asked, apologizing softly when Callie tensed. She still nodded through it, this one not anywhere as bad as before.

“Well, get ready for the last stretch,” she looked up at the nervous couple. “It’s time to start pushing,”

Callie’s expression worried, her head dropping back with a hand rested against her chest and the other in Nick’s grasp.

“Hey,” he called softly, stopping her before she walked into that storm. “You can do this, baby,”

She nodded with him, eyes glossy. “I can do this,”

“You can, you’re finally gonna see him,” Nick’s voice wavered, but he took the opportunity to kiss her knuckles before leaning down to kiss her, reassuring her as many times as needed.

The staff was a blur around them, setting up trays at her feet and dimming the lights to make way for the blinding one above her. Gowns were draped over scrubs and Callie’s bed was formed until she was upright with one foot in a stirrup and another in Nick’s hold, his thumb caressing her knee comfortingly.

“Alright hun, why don’t you give me one good push to see where we’re starting,” Dr. Sangui smiled from behind her mask.

Callie nodded, her chin touching her chest when she pushed, whimpering at the immediate growth in pressure.

“Mom’s a good pusher, let’s set up quickly,” she called back to her staff cheerily, smoothing down the blue mats between herself and Callie.

It was a small boost to her confidence, but one she’d take nonetheless.

She watched them finish laying the blankets over the warmed tray and the scale beside it, the stethoscopes ready around their necks and bulbs prepared to be used. She didn’t dare examine the tray of scalpels and head clamps within Dr. Sangui’s reach; she couldn’t concentrate on that possibly.

Callie’s knees started to tighten. “I’m gonna have another one,” she groaned, her toes curling.

“Okay Callie, when you feel it, that’s time to push, alright? Push right into your bottom like you’re poopin’,”  she instructed, scooting closer between her feet.

Her hold adjusted around Nick’s wrist, looking up at him, searching.

 I love you, he mouthed, grimacing when there was only a second of her bright smile before it was time.

She pushed with every fiber of strength she had left in her spent body. Until her face was red and they said rest, she pushed even if it felt like her middle was splitting open.

 Just go just go just go! She screamed internally, desperate to move her mind around the torture, but everything was pain, and she felt every second of it. Every twist Leo made in her pelvis, she felt. Every inch he moved farther down between her hips; at one point she stressed her hips could dislocate, but was only told to keep pushing.

The breaks between the pushes were still agonizing. The pressure was that of the kind around your skull when you dive too deep, but it didn’t lessen when she calmed.

“...seven, eight, nine, ten, okay take a breath,” Dr. Sangui breathed with Callie. “And again, push,”

With her chin to her chest and jaw clenched so tight she thought her teeth would shatter, she started to care less and less about the gutteral sounds she made. She grabbed the back of her knees, her face scrunched-

“Here comes the head!” Dr. Sangui smiled. “Keep going- five, six, seven-”

Nick leaned forward to look, the air punched from his lungs once observing the horrifying sight before him.

“Okay take a quick break, this is the ring of fire but I think you can have his head out in another push,” she encouraged, piling gauze beside her.

“Oh fuck me,” Callie breathed, panting before falling back into concentration and pushing again, and lord did the ring of fire live up to it’s name. This time the shouts wouldn’t be suppressed, nor the curses. There was no way in hell anyone could expect composure now at this point with her center literally on the brink of ripping apart.

“Breathe breathe breathe and again,”

It was hard to hold her breath while she pushed; there was already so much pressure everywhere, and her head was starting to pound again-

There was a popping sensation, some slight relief.

“Heads out! C’mon Callie, one more good push!” Dr. Sangui cheered, a nurse stepping forward with a blanket over her outstretched arms.

Callie couldn’t see past her stomach when she searched frantically. “His head?” she looked up to Nick who’s eyes had glossed over when he looked at her.

“He has hair,” he smiled, his voice cracking.

Callie tittered, her shaking grip adjusting around Nick’s wrist again.

“You can do this,” he held the back of her head, sincerity pooling in his molten eyes. “You’re so close baby,”

Callie nodded again, eyes pinching shut when the wrath started to build up.

“Okay hun, one more time,”

She waited, inhaling deeply. “I can do this,” she whispered.

Nick started to exclaim and encourage when she felt Leo start to move from her, his grip tightening on her leg, but she couldn’t open her eyes while she pushed. Sangui cheered the same, and could feel her fingers move around Leo’s jaw and neck, pulling gently against her body until the pressure was finally gone.

She exhaled loudly as he came spinning out, Nick’s breathless exclaim opening her eyes just as the tiny, gargling screams came.

Callie sobbed as soon as he was lifted onto her bare chest, his arms thrown out angrily and puffy eyes pinched shut as he wailed into the cold world around him. Finally he was in her hold, at last able to touch the velvety skin of his face or feel his cries when resting her hand on his back, and the deep breaths he sucked in between every holler. She held the back of his delicate head, astounded by the dappling of Nick’s color that formed the markings across his round cheeks and human nose, all the way back to his tiny pointed ears.

Her words weren’t words at all, but simply emotions taking flight in wails and sobs as she touched every part of him that she’d grown.

She looked up at Nick who was wiping his eyes crudely against the sleeves on his arms. “I did it,” she sighed, her eyes sliding shut when he kissed her forehead. “Nick look at him,” she beamed, pulling him closer by the shirt.

His vision was blurry from tears when he dragged his knuckles faintly across Leo’s soft cheek, hiding the sobs in his other palm. His soft graze traced the tones of his skin, detailing the freckles that dusted across his shoulders and cheeks like his mothers.

His strong, little fingers wrapped around Callie’s, squeezing and releasing as he continued to weep against her chest as he was jostled and dried by the nurses. Nick smoothed the sticky, sandy blonde hair from his forehead, the parents laughing when Leo grunted loudly before stirring again.

“I didn’t expect this color,” Callie commented, carefully pulling it up to see he already had a few inches worth of hair running the curve of his head in a thick stripe.

“I didn’t expect hair,” he snorted.

Callie kissed his fingers, tears trailing down her cheeks as she admired him. “He’s so perfect,” she whispered, tapping his puckering chin.

Leo’s face scrunched, a soft chuff stirring a few coughs.

Nick’s heart wept; there was already so much of himself in him.

“I can’t believe how pretty he is,” Callie spoke softly, the pair in awe when he whined, his face sorrowing.

“He looks so sad,” Nick grieved, rubbing his arm that curled in tighter to his body, still gripping Callie’s finger.

Callie hushed him softly, craning her neck to press a flurry of kisses into his cheek and temple. “Que paso hermoso? Hm?” she cooed, more kisses finding his hand. “Are you angry you had to come out?”

“Is he…?” Nick trailed off, both of them freezing when his swollen eyes started to flutter open. Nick leaned far over, fighting to catch a glimpse of his eyes. “Can we turn that off?” he asked, pointing at the light.

“Oh, yep! Sorry little guy,” Dr. Sangui grinned guiltily, adjusting the high beam from his face.

Two bright golden jewels rolled around behind squinted eyelids, making out only a blurry outline of his father that smiled down at him.

“So all you got from me is my nose, huh?” Callie joked, both of them chuckling.

Leo’s big eyes opened wider, his head pressing back into her palm.

“Talk again,” Nick said, watching in amazement.

“Leo,” she called softly, beaming from ear to ear when he stilled, his eyes opened and looking in her direction. “Do you recognize my voice bebe? Do you hear me Leonardo Makar?” she whispered, kissing his knuckles.

He kept looking up, his blinks heavy as she spoke to him, kissing the space between his eyes that Nick ran the pad of his thumb up and down over to make his nose scrunch. When it was time for him to be weighed, her heart sank the moment he cried after being lifted from her chest, his serenity broken and warmth taken away

“Go with him,” she told Nick who was already following his crackly cries to the small heated bed.

He wailed and kicked, and Nick fought shouting at them to do this all later. Why couldn’t he just lay with Callie!? They didn’t need to be putting bands around him and measuring- he wasn’t going to grow that fast!

“He is ten pounds four ounces,” a nurse smiled back at Callie.

“Oh my god,” she wailed from behind him, but Nick wouldn’t drag his eyes from Leo who was continuing to howl and tremble under their assault.

 What else could they have to do!? They’d done the lengths, drying, wrapping yada-yada, what the fuck else!? How long were they gonna keep him crying there!? He wanted to move beside him and talk to him, offer his touch in comfort, but they remained huddled around him, rolling him side to side as they swaddled him.

 “Ready to hold him dad?” an older, more soft-spoken nurse asked Nick while she finished fixing the beanie pulled over his matted hair.

His anger fell away, excitement bringing forth a quick nod.

Leo was starting to whine angrily again just as Nick found his seat beside Callie’s bed, another nurse propping a pillow under his elbow before his son was lowered carefully into his arms. His head rested in the crook of his elbow, his body curled inwards towards Nick and his hands peeking out from the blanket where he tried to suck on his fist.

In Nick’s hold Leo looked small, but even he knew just by holding him that he was a big baby, but everything about him was precious, miniature. Nick’s curiosity moved under the beanie to his pointed ears, following his brow down to the tip of his rounded nose- Callie’s nose- and over his soft lips that searched for milk.

Leo’s feet nudged softly against Nick’s palm where his bottom half was curled up, and he squeezed them with great care, watching his toes spread when a foot finally broke loose of the swaddle. Nick’s thumb fit across the bottom of Leo’s silky foot, his toes curling around the tip of his finger when he pressed gently.

He chuckled every time a little arm sporadically sprung upwards, his grabbing hands aimless and sometimes gripping Nick’s shirt. His grip was strong around his finger, lifting his hand to gaze at his little, little fingernails.

Callie watched with misty eyes as Nick pulled Leo closer to his chest, leaning down to press firm kisses to his face, nuzzling his nose under his round cheeks even when the baby boy whined in protest. His crackly voice stirred sympathy in Nick’s already bursting heart, softly, and only half-heartedly apologizing to him after peppering more kisses against his chubby cheek. The blanket was secured tighter around his little shoulders, talking softly to him in Orkish whispers that he hoped would calm Leo’s tired cries. Babies crying usually made him nervous, but Leo’s little wails stirred something close to a sobbing laughter, something affectionate and overflowing with admiration for the little thing he held close to his heart.

He wanted to see those big, amber eyes look up at him, but the longer he remained curled tight against Nick’s warm chest with calming pats against his bottom, the more he couldn’t bear to move him from contentedness.

“Of course he doesn’t kick you when he’s angry,” Callie mumbled playfully, giggling at Nick’s goofy grin when he could finally pull his gaze away from his handsome son.

“He’s got a lot to say,” Nick rubbed the space between his eyes again, chuckling when his brows furrowed and he whined louder.

“Now we can call everyone,” she grunted, eyes pinching shut as the doctor went on to stitch and clean her up. It stung, but was nothing compared to five minutes ago.

Nick gasped softly. “I have an idea,” he whispered to Leo excitedly. He cringed when he disturbed him while stretching a leg to dig his phone from his pocket, comforting Leo enough to keep him from wailing as he found his mother in his call log, but his quick panting would soon lead to full on sobs again.

High-pitched whimpers started to emit from him, his arm coming from the blankets.

“I see what you’re doing,” Callie reached to touch Leo’s forehead, rubbing her fingers back and forth over the velvety skin.

Nick tensed when the line picked up, and as planned, Leo started to cry louder, his round face souring. “Ma?” Nick called, his voice bubbling with excitement.

“Nick- who’s, who’s baby?” Dinara finally spoke, breathlessly that was.

He fought but couldn’t steady his voice before saying, “He’s here, Ma,”

There was only shouting after that, clustered and slipping madly between English and Orkish as she screamed for Oleg, struggling to get out what she intended. Nick tried to answer her blubbering questions, but she was crying the next one out before he even had time to finish the first.

Nick let the nurse lift Leo from his arms and back into Callie’s after she’d finished, ending the call with his parents after getting enough out to tell them what hopital they were at.

“Come here come here,” Callie reached excitedly, cradling him tight to her chest and freely reining kisses over the small plain his soft face.

Nick wiped his eyes again, standing to watch quietly as the nurse assisted Callie on how to get Leo to latch, his body unwrapped from the blankets and resuming skin to skin contact. Now he was really screaming, his short legs kicking wildly and arms throwing erratically until he was placed on his stomach over Callie’s bare chest.

The sensation of breastfeeding would definitely be something to adjust to, and Leo although being eager to eat was a stubborn latcher, crying angrily when Callie struggled and her soft words doing nothing to calm his hunger.

Nick could see her becoming flustered under the gaze of the nurses, glancing up nervously while trying to adjust the support under her arms.

Without a word, he stuffed the pillow higher under her elbow, releasing his own breath when she did after Leo finally found his spot.

Her head dropped back, eyes closing with a small smile across her lips. “Thank goodness.”

It was a brief feeding; Leo needed only a few drops of colostrum before he released, but the whole feeding had been another sight to marvel at. He grunted through his nose as he suckled, his face scrunched hilariously. Leo detached himself with a single sharp cry, his big eyes starting to flutter open again. This time, Nick had his phone ready for pictures when he looked around sleepily, and blindly, basically, but his cries were now little grunts and chuffs, breathing rapidly in between wide yawns that made Nick and Callie’s hearts throb.

Nick promised and pleaded her beauty when he started taking photos of them, begging her not to hide her glow after pulling the blanket down enough to snap the photos that would be cherished forever. Leo lasted a while before his lids started to slide shut, his sporadic wiggles calming when Nick rubbed his bare, fuzzy back.

He leaned over to wiggle his face between his shoulder and cheek carefully, pressing final kisses everywhere until he started to stir, but rested his cheek against his back, the beat of his rapid heart filling his ears.

Callie touched Nick’s cheek, her eyes pooling with tears again. “He’s perfect, isn’t he?”

He kissed her before he lost his composure again, smoothing her messy hair away from her face and reminding her how beautiful, amazing, and strong she was. “He’s perfect because you’re perfect,” he kissed into her cheek, wiping her eyes when she tried to look away with blushing cheeks.

“Hey!” she sniffled, craning her neck to find their bags. “Get my phone, yeah? I wanna call Rosie,”

Nick quickly located her phone, handing it to her but replacing her hand on Leo’s back so he wouldn’t roll away by some miraculous chance.

Callie navigated her phone until the line was ringing on speaker, hopeful she wasn’t in the middle of a call.

“Heeey,” Rosie answered nonchalantly.

"You have to promise you won’t be mad at me,” Callie barely got out past the excitement in her voice.

There was a pause. “What did you do?”

She withheld the laughter to say, “I’m holding your nephew,”

“My nephew… my nephew. My nephew!? You had Leo!?” Rosie shrieked, the panic heightened in her shrill voice over the line.

“He has my nose!” Callie lamented, both her and Nick laughing when Rosie only screamed obscenely through the phone.

“I’ll be there! I’m coming right now, I love you so much I’ll see you soon!” Rosie sobbed, the line clicking before Callie could get another word in.

“I hope she doesn’t walk in screaming like that,” Callie giggled, stuffing her phone beside her.

Their attention quickly moved back to Leo when an acute growl vibrated through his small body, and that was when Nick lost it. He hid his face against the pillow behind Callie, laughing as she did but also sobbing like a mess. There was no need to explain the confusing swarm of emotions he was under the spell of to Callie or the nurses around them, and definitely not to Dr. Sangui who congratulated the new parents on their healthy baby boy, assuring to Callie that as soon as she left she’d be canceling the c-section.

When the sobs were muddled and eyes red and puffy found his son again, Nick rested his cheek against Callie’s arm above Leo’s head so he could watch him sleep, kissing soft I love you’s into his covered head while she counted his toes and fingers, touching the two freckles on his chin that matched hers. They detailed the distinct patterning of Nick’s hue over the caramel glow of his skin, the darker freckles in some spots and the lighter ones over his cheeks. Nick was in awe at how much of himself and Callie he found the longer he stared and how much was unexpected, but in every sense, and every way possible, Leo was perfect.

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Leonardo Makar Jakoby

July 19th | 10 lbs 4 oz | 21 in

Born to proud parents Calista & Nicholas

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😍Expect a lot of secret drawings of Leo now😍

[waywardnerd67]

Fangirl Dreams: Domestic Bliss

Summary: Jensen comes back home just as Zac is leaving again. For the next couple of weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) get a glimpse of what life could look like after their show ends. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Zac Levi, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Zac Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 2148 A/N #1: The last few paragraphs of this part made me cry when I wrote it. Just a little heads up.  A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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(Y/N) was standing at the airport with her arms securely around Zac’s waist as they waited for his plane. He would be gone for his longest stretch to date. Adding her book tour into the mix and moving back to Vancouver part time made the sadness in her chest unbearable.

“Hey, it will go by fast and we will Facetime all the time.” She looked up at him through her sunglasses seeing he was holding back tears shining in his eyes.

The one thing she loved most about Zac was how much of an empath he was. He always felt what others felt around him and she knew her sadness was overwhelming. “I know. I’m just really going to miss you.”

His flight was announced, and he leaned down kissing her deeply. (Y/N) was in one of her incognito dress ups. One way they could get around the two of them being out in public was for her to wear a wig and sunglasses. Tears slipped down her cheeks as he pulled away from her.

“I love you gorgeous.” He whispered kissing her quickly one final time.

“Love you t-too handsome.” She said watching him walk off towards his security checkpoint.

The ache in her heart whenever one or both of them were going was excruciating. Once she watched him disappear into the crowd (Y/N) made her way to the nearest bathroom. Stepping into one of the stalls she took of her sunglasses and wig. Running her hands through her hair then changing her shirt just in case anyone would happen to make a connection.

(Y/N) waited for Jensen who was flying into Austin from a convention in New Jersey. Her phone buzzed with a text message from Zac. It was a picture of him making a kissy face making her laugh softly. She sent one back to him her heart filling a little better.

Standing at the exit point for all the gates, (Y/N) chatted with some fans who happened to be in Austin checking out the brewery Jensen had opened with some of his closest friends. Thankful they had to leave before Jensen came walking out with the other passengers. He loved his fans but after a convention weekend all he wanted to do was go home and relax.

His arms immediately slipped around her waist picking her up off the ground, “I missed you pretty girl.”

“I missed you too.” She whispered holding him extra tight thankful he was there.

“Did Zac make it out okay?” he asked as they walked to their car.

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah he did. He is off to travel the world on his press tour. I just hope he doesn’t stay up too late with those boys playing video games all night.”

Jensen chuckled as they climbed into the car, “I can’t tell if your worried about his health or jealous you won’t be there to join them.”

She laughed, “I guess a little of both.”

Over the next week, Jensen was on the phone a lot with his manager and the executives of the show. (Y/N) figured they were just talking about the new season coming up. After going to a class at SoulCycle, she came home surprised to find the table set for a candlelight dinner and Jensen in the kitchen cooking.

“What’s all of this?” she asked as he looked over his shoulder.

“Dinner. Go get cleaned up and it should be ready.” He said as she smiled going upstairs.

Just before she stepped into the shower he phone went off seeing it was a Facetime call from Zac. Making sure she was not going to flash anyone she answered the call, “Hey handsome!”

His eyes widen, “Hey yourself gorgeous.”

Looking in the background she realized she was standing next to the mirror giving him a great view of her naked body. “Shit. Hopefully those two boys aren’t around.” She said moving quickly.

“Nope, I’m alone in my hotel room and just wanted to talk with you for a moment. However now I think I just want you to tilt the phone down a little.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Rolling her eyes she smirked standing in front of the mirror again letting him see. “Good god I miss you. Fuck my cock is so hard.”

She knew where he was going with all of this and put a stop to it, “As much as I want to sex it up with you and I do. Jensen is waiting for me downstairs with dinner.”

Zac groaned then sighed heavily, “Fine. Tell Jay to enjoy his dessert later because that is what I’m going to be thinking about for the next few minutes.”

The ache between her legs was overwhelming as she ended her call with Zac. Decided to help him out a little she made a quick little video of herself getting off sending it to him before getting in the shower. When she came downstairs, Jensen face was bright red, and she knew Zac had shared the video with him.

“Screw dinner.” Jensen said picking her up over his shoulder making her squeal as he headed off to the nearest couch in the living room.

The next morning, (Y/N) felt a familiar pressure building deep with her. Peeking her eyes open, she felt Jensen’s hands palming her breasts. Her eyes getting wider seeing his unruly sandy brown hair peeking out from between her legs.

“J-Jensen, oh god…” his teeth grazed against her clit as he looked up smiling.

“Morning.” He said as she smiled down at him.

“Good morning just need a little pussy to get you going?” she asked as he laughed against her slick lips.

Her phone rang as she reached for it showing Jensen who was calling. “Hey handsome, how’s it going?”

Zac looked worn out as he flipped onto his bed, “Good, tired, but good. I just wanted to see your face before I went to bed.”

Jensen chose that moment to push his tongue inside of her making her grunt, “Oh! T-That’s nice.” She was barely able to speak from the assault going on between her legs.

Zac smirked sitting up slightly, “Jensen’s eating you out right now, isn’t it?”

She nodded biting her lip, “Y-Yep.”

She turned the camera towards Jensen letting Zac see Jensen’s head buried into her pussy. “I see you’re having a hearty breakfast.” Zac said as Jensen licked up her slit then smiled.

“You know it.” He said going back to lapping over her clit.

(Y/N) turned the phone back to her seeing Zac’s face scrunched up before saying, “God gorgeous, I wish I was there to taste you. You see my cock right now it’s painfully hard just thinking about tasting you.”

Through her bliss filled mind she had an idea pop into it, “Jensen slow down so I don’t come too soon.”

“What?” both men said together.

She smiled, “Zac take off your clothes.” Her voice was low and husky as realization hit them both.

Jensen sat up slightly pushing two fingers deep within her keeping them still. She looked down to see Zac’s chest and abs then the very tip of his cock resting on his stomach. “What now gorgeous?” he asked his voice filled with desire.

“Let me see it.” She watched as he panned the phone camera down over his long length as she clenched her walls around Jensen’s fingers.

“Fuck Zac, you should feel how tight she just squeezed my fingers inside of her.” He said slowly pumping them in and out of her.

“Handsome, I want you to start stroking yourself slowly. You know how Jensen loves to tease me with slowly steady thrusts. I want you to do that.” She said trying hard to concentrate but losing herself briefly feeling Jensen pull his fingers out and watching Zac stroke himself.

She arched her back as Jensen bottomed out deep within her. “I love watching you when Jensen pushes his cock in you. The way you bit your lip trying to hold in the moan we can hear rumbling in your chest.”

Zac’s voice made her whimper and Jensen began rocking his hips against hers. “Zac go a little a faster and do the thing you always have me do.”

His jaw slacked as she watched his hand slip down his shaft over his sack massaging them gently. “Fuck I love it when you do that.” He groaned.

A small grunt from Jensen brought her attention to him, “God, when she’s taken me completely in her mouth and then starts massaging my balls. Makes me want to come now.” He said thrusting deeply into her.

(Y/N) watched as Zac’s hand went up his shaft again now jerking up and down over it. “Jay pounded into her. Make her come hard.”

She cried out as Jensen did exactly that. Relentlessly, slamming into her as she watch Zac jacking himself off to her cries and moans. “Oh god… fuck Jensen, I-I’m coming!”

The wave of pleasure hitting her had her dropping the phone onto the bed as she heard Zac grunting her name as he made himself come. Jensen hovered over her thrusting hard into her continually chasing after his own release. The angle he was at bringing her close to another orgasm and she wrapped her legs around him.

“Fuck Jensen! Oh fuck, keep going! I’m going to come… FUCK!” she yelled out a second orgasm hitting her the same time he bit into her shoulder coming hard deep within her.

Heavy breathing was all that could be heard for several minutes as Jensen picked up the phone showing a very sleepy Zac panting slightly. “As much as we miss you buddy, that was fucking amazing.” Jensen said making them all laugh.

“Too right my friend, too right. Excuse me now, I’m going to go pass out and dream about this. Love you gorgeous. Talk to you all later.” Zac ended the call as (Y/N) and Jensen snuggled into one another.

That afternoon they were lounging around outside by the pool when Jensen handed her a whiskey, “Here you go.”

Looking suspiciously at him she took the drink, “Thanks? A little early for whiskey?” there was something about the look on his face that filled her worry, “Jensen what’s going on?”

He took a deep breath, “Um I’ve kind of made a big decision that affects everyone. It was a hard decision but one that I feel is time for.”

“O-Okay…” she sat up setting her glass down on the table next to her chair with a trembling hand. A thousand thoughts filling her mind instantly that were all worse case scenarios.

Jensen downed his own whiskey, “Jared and I talked at length over the last few conventions. We’ve decided that this next season is going to be our last of Supernatural.”

(Y/N)’s heart dropped and instantly tears filled her eyes, “What? Why?” she asked reacting more from a fan point of view than a wife.

He smiled at her pulling her into his lap, “We want more time with our families and to pursue other projects. Seeing Zac succeeding with Shazam sparked something within me that I want to see if I can do a few more things in my career. More importantly though, I want to be with you and him more often. I want us to start a family.”

“We’ve never talked about starting a family. How would that even look for us?” she asked her heart being pulled into opposite directions.

Jensen shrugged, “I don’t know but what I do know is that it’s time. Jared feels it and so do I. It’s going to be rough going back to tell everyone this and then to tell the fans. Shit, it’s breaking my heart to tell you knowing you’re like our number one fan in the world.”

(Y/N) chuckled as he wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks. Sniffling then looking up at him she smiled, “If this is what you both feel is the right thing then I’m behind you one hundred percent. I’m just…”

More tears starting flowing down her cheeks as Jensen asked, “Just what pretty girl?”

“I’m just going to miss Dean and Sam so much.” A sob tore through her chest as she buried her head into the crook of his neck her body shaking as she cried.

“I-I’m going to miss him too.” He whispered holding her tightly as she felt his own body trembling from the emotions he had been holding back coming out.

When they moved back to Vancouver, Jensen and Jared had a hard first week back letting the rest of the cast and crew know their decision. Just like in all things, the Supernatural family was nothing but supportive and full of love for the two men who lead them on this great journey.  

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Hooked - Malfoy x Reader Pt 3

Description: Lonely, horny Draco + masturbation + justalotofsmut

Warning: Sososo much smut

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“(Y/n)” Hermione hisses, nudging her friend. “Look over there. Malfoy’s staring at you, again.”

It’s been three weeks since their study date in the library - two weeks since her potions test (which she passed with flying colors, thanks to him), and these little incidents with Draco had become regular occurrences. Whether it be at the Quiditch field, in class, or just passing through the corridors, (Y/n) could feel Draco’s smoke gray eyes trained on her every move. Occasionally, she’d catch him in the act, and he’d quickly look the other way, pretending to have never noticed her. Had it been anyone else, (Y/n) would have already dealt with it herself, and the boy in question would not so much dare as to breathe in her direction ever again.

But with Draco, things were different. She didn’t want to admit it, but every time she locked gaze with those eyes, her heart fluttered in its chest. And, what’s more, is that he caught her staring just as much as she did him. It couldn’t be helped - somehow, the smug slant of his face, the constant arrogance in his smile, the obnoxious bark of his laugh - traits she had found so repugnant not a month ago - had become the most attractive things in the world.

Despite all of this, though, she knew very well that nothing good could ever come out of it. Draco came from a family notorious for their subservience to You-Know-Who, and to make matters worse, rumors had begun to spread that their fifteen year old son is soon to receive his Death Mark. No, (Y/n) resolves to herself, she simply can’t allow herself to fall weak here. Dating him would do irreparable damage to both her family reputation, as well as her own personal image, and it was something that she couldn’t afford.

And so, she ignores his gaze, combined with a dramatic eye-roll at Hermione. “He’s not staring at me, Granger. He’s just … looking in this general direction. You’re imagining things.”

Hermione raises her eyebrows, shooting her a haughty look. “Really? Because it seems to me like he’s staring right at you.” It’s currently breakfast time at Hogwarts, and Draco’s gaze manages to extend across the dining hall, cutting through the thickets of bustling crowds, foods and messenger owls to land directly on his target. No, there’s no question about it – he’s definitely staring at her.

Today of all days is especially bad, and Draco knows it. His hair is matted in an unkempt disaster, dark bags hang below his eyes, and his already pale skin verges on being nearly transparent. He’s gotten worse and worse with every passing day, and he doesn’t understand why no one seems to notice. Some friends he has.

For the past three weeks, his dreams have been full of nothing but terrors: nightmares of dementors howling at his ear. Every morning he’s woken up in cold sweats, his heart thumping against his rib cage, lungs tight as if they’ve been smothered in coal.

This morning, however, is particularly bad. Because it wasn’t a nightmare that shook Draco Malfoy from sleep, but instead a rather pleasant dream. A rather pleasant dream concerning her.

He could still hear the sound of her pretty moans at the back of his head.

Upon waking, Draco was immediately aware of the wet mess in his pants and the excruciating pain accompanying it. He felt down to where his cock was fully hardened, swollen and throbbing beneath his sheets.

Cussing, Malfoy looked over to where his roommates were still sound asleep. The risk of them hearing him was too high, but it hurt so much that he couldn’t not take care of it.

Moving with great impatience, he slipped out of the bed and down the halls to the prefect bathroom. Hurriedly, he slammed the door shut behind him, bolting the locks frantically.

With no time to lose, he slumped down on the nearest toilet seat and began to shuffle off his pants.

As soon as the last piece of fabric was off, Malfoy’s fully erect dick sprang upwards, slapping angrily against his stomach. The tip was already slicked in precum, dripping slowly down his member.

Malfoy leaned his head backwards and shut his eyes.

With his right hand, he took hold of his prick, rubbing it gently between his thumb and index finger.

He imagined that it was her hand, the cool of her touch on his prick. In his dream, they were back in the library, lit by the warm glow of candlelight with no one else around. He was leaning against the shelves, and she was standing down the aisle, clad in her usual schoolgirl uniform.

She was smirking.

Taking her time, she began to pop open the buttons of her white blouse. “Is this what you want, Draco?” Her breasts spilled out, adorned in a lacy red bra that  forced Draco’s jaw to drop. He could only nod in response.

Draco runs a cold finger up the length of his dick, his breaths become shallow.

Next she lowered herself onto her knees, and he strode over to meet her. From this angle, she looked absolutely helpless, her face turned upwards towards him and her chest completely bare.

“What should I do with you?” Dream Draco murmured, reaching down to stroke her hair.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she begged, planting a kiss against his growing bulge. “I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

Draco grunts, giving himself a sharp tug.

Dream Draco smirked. “I’m sure you will be, Kitten.” He reached a hand around to the back of her head and smothered her face into the heat of his crotch. “Now why don’t you help Daddy and swallow my cum for me?”

Eagerly, (Y/n) obeyed, unzipping his pants and tearing away his undergarments. No sooner did the open air hit him that she had his dick in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.

Draco lets out a moan, jerking painfully at his member. She would be more gentle with him, he thinks.

(Y/n) swirled her tongue around his tip, slowly sucking on it, which elicits a low moan from Dream Draco. “Take it all, kitten,” he murmured, stroking her jaw. She quickly obliged, cramming him inside of her. Draco’s grip tightened on her hair, and she pulled off with a smack of her lips.

She smirked at him. “Does Daddy like that?”

“Very, very much, Kitten,” he grunts, forgetting that he’s alone in the bathroom. His dick twitches, and he knows he’s ready to cum.

But, no - It’s not supposed to happen like this.

Dream Draco wrapped his hand in (Y/n)’s hair, pulling her to her feet. She frowned, “Did I do something wrong?”

“Shh,” Draco hushed her, spinning her around in his arms. He pressed his lips against the groove of her neck, making her shudder. “Who do you belong to, (Y/n)?”

Slyly, he reached a hand beneath her skirt, sliding in a finger.

In way of response, she could only moan, her head lolling to the side.

Draco grunted in anger and yanked her hair backwards, giving him access to bite a love mark into her skin. “I said, who do you belong to?”

“You, baby,” she whimpered, leaning into him. “Only you.”

He pushed in a second finger, then a third. “Say my name, Kitten.” He pumped his fingers slowly up and down, until she was gasping for air. “Beg for it.”

Moaning out his name, she arched her back, burying her bum against his crotch. “Draco, baby, please, fuck me, fuck me hard, I need you inside of me,” she whispered, pushing herself forcefully onto his fingers.

Needing no further encouragement, Dream Draco pulled his fingers out and bent her over, rubbing his cock harshly against her wet folds.

Draco’s breath hitches in his throat, and he pumps his dick desperately, which is now burning in his hand. Eyes squeezed shut, he imagines the feeling of her skin on his, the warmth of her sex.

Dream Draco reached his arms around to trap her, taking a breast in either hand and slowly massaging them. Her nipples hardened beneath his grip, and she lets out a breathy moan.

“You ready, baby?” he said, lining up his cock to her entrance.

“Yes, daddy, yes,” she panted, trying to push herself onto his cock. “Fill me up with your massive dick, Draco,”

Dream Draco smirked and held her steady. He was in full control here.

Without warning, he rammed himself inside, groaning against her shoulder. With hands on either side, he gripped her hips so hard he’s sure it’ll leave bruises. “You like that, baby girl?” He growls against her ear. “You like taking Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned “You fill me up so good,”

Urgently, Draco began to move, thrusting forwards everything he had. She cried out, tears pouring down her face. “Faster, Draco, faster!”

Draco pounded in and out, mesmerized at how gorgeous her ass is as it swallows up his dick again and again. He wrenched her head back, biting hickies all over her bare shoulder. “No one else makes you feel this good, huh?” he grunted, snapping his hips forwards, “Does Parkinson ever fuck you like this, (Y/n)?”

When she only gasped instead of answering, he flicked her clit as way of punishment, making her jolt.

“No, Draco, no one else makes me feel this good,” she sobbed. “Just you. I belong to you, no one else.”

She hit her climax with a cry, and her walls clamped down on Draco’s dick.

Yelling out her name, Draco finishes himself off with a final frenzied yank. His cum shoots out in thick ropes, splattering over the bathroom walls, floor tiles, and sinks, staining his bed clothes and covering his thighs in sticky substance.

Sighing in contentment, Draco allows himself to rest there for a moment, his eyes now drowsy with sleep.

But before he can drift off, a furious pounding at the door snaps him back to reality. “Hurry up, arsehole!” it yells, “I need to take a shit!”

Draco wearily opens his eyes, taking in his surroundings. White liquid covers the entirety of the room’s interior.

He looks down at the mess on his legs, and it hits him that he’s all alone, sitting on the toilet, looking quite pathetic, his hands covered in his own stench. A wind passes through, and Draco shivers, feeling all so cold all of a sudden.

It takes him a while to clean the place up. By the time he finishes, the angry shit-needing intruder is nowhere to be seen, and his friends are calling him for breakfast. He obliges, and forgetting to wash his face or comb his hair, he leaves the bathroom to follow them down the hallway. 

Once at the dining hall, he catches sight of her across the room, sitting with the golden trio. Since when did she get so friendly with them?

Draco’s head is still fuzzy with sleep, and he knows that his staring is probably a bit too obvious. But he can’t help it. She’s just so perfect. His dream doesn’t do her justice.

She glances up at him, and he quickly looks away, hoping she doesn’t notice.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Harry Potter says between bites of his meal. “If Malfoy ever gives you any trouble, just let us know. We’ll sort him out.”

She sighs, eyeing the Slytherin boy with a hint of yearning. “Thanks, Harry. I’ll keep it in mind.”

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Dragon Bound Part 9

Author Note: Reminder – ‘Dragon Bound’ is merely a code name for this work at the current time. Reminder numero dos - for the time being, this is going to be an original work set within a WWE-Paranormal/AU type of setting.

That means original male characters and original female characters as the leads with occasional appearances of already established ‘characters’ (a la Triple H, Stephanie Mc., Roman Reigns, etc).

Part 9 will have some almost shenanigan-level activity as well as some revelations about our dear hero and heroine.

Let me know what you think!!

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And away we go! --------------------------

Dragon Bound: Part 9 Word Count: 1,276 for the actual story Rating for P. 9: NC17 at the start and PG13 or so by the end.

David felt like his whole body went up in flames upon hearing those words. Growling, he clutched her as tight as he could – as if she were a life preserver thrown to him out in the middle of the ocean – and ran for the bed.  Pinning her down beneath his larger frame, his lips attacked hers with a fury as his hands all but clawed at the t-shirt and shorts that she was wearing. Instead of causing him to slow, her gasps and whimpers fueled him and The Dragon on. With one swift hand he reached up and tore her shirt to shreds, being reward with her latching her lips to his neck.

“Liz…” He moaned as he looked down to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her now destroyed shirt, revealing the most perfect pale skin and two moderately sized breasts – which were begging for attention. Cocking his head to the side, a rumble emanated from his chest – asking her permission.

With an eager nod and a quiet ‘please’ his answer, he ducked his head to her chest, kissing his way to one already pebbled bud. He flicked his tongue across, enjoying how her hands tightened on his shoulders and the little shuddering gasp that she let out. Without warning, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it like there was no tomorrow while flicking his tongue over it. His other hand crept up to her other breast and started working and massaging it. At this point, she was a shuddering, gasping mess beneath him and she was doing her best to grind her hips against his – begging for relief.  

“I need…” Her breathy voice echoed in the dark room.

Kissing and sucking her neck, he grunted and dropped all his body weight onto her – grinding his hips into hers. “I know, baby. I know.” Slipping a hand inside her shorts, his fingers dipped down to her opening and he groaned feeling how wet for him she already was. “Damn baby.” Slowly but surely he pushed one digit inside of her, continuing his slow movements while snapping his head up to watch her as she writhed in the building pleasure beneath him.

And suddenly, just like that – he felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over his shoulders.

Bolting up and away from the bed, he dug his fists into his hair. Jumping up from the bed, Elizabeth flew to the other side, crouching down to hide herself.

“What’s…” Elizabeth was gasping for air as she came back to reality. David hit knees and leaned on the bed, shaking his head.

“I don’t know. I am so sorry.” He looked like he could cry more and more as he too came back to reality. A soft knock echoed at the door. Snapping his head around, his nostrils flared. “Who is it?”

“Shinsuke. You twos energy could be felt all over the hotel. They sent me to calm.” His thick accent came through the door. Elizabeth’s furrowed deep on her forehead as she frowned. “Hunter said to come to conference room A in about ten.” With that, his footsteps indicated that he was leaving.

“Elizabeth…” David tried to speak but found his voice caught in his throat. Elizabeth was kneeling beside the bed, hands in her hair and leaning on her elbows – obviously distressed by whatever it was that was happening. Sighing, David went to his luggage and pulled out a plain grey t-shirt and placed it besides Elizabeth. Placing a gentle hand over hers, he just sat there on the bed – at a total and complete loss.

“This is all my fault.” Elizabeth’s voice jolted David to attention.

“Baby, no it isn’t…”

Elizabeth’s head popped up. “Yes it is. I woke up from a damn nightmare again. Those two – those two killed you right in front of my eyes and when I woke up, it wasn’t me. It was something else. I wasn’t strong enough to contain. I just…” Elizabeth’s voice cracked. “I just felt these waves of desperation – that I needed to find you and verify that you were actually okay.” Shakily, Elizabeth pulled the t-shirt over her head and clambered up beside David on the bed, tucking into his side.

“Come on. Let’s go hear what Hunter has to say. Okay? Maybe he can provide some answers or some type of clarity at least. Okay?” David kissed the top of Elizabeth’s head, whose only response was a nod of her head. David stood up and pulled Elizabeth gently to her feet. She slid her black flip-flops on as David wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her out of the room and into the elevator.

As the elevator descended, David’s mind was racing. For the first time in days it was his mind purely in control while The Dragon remained quiet. It was quite clear now there were things about her ancestry that she had no idea or clue about – something powerful lurked in her blood. But what was it?

He felt weird at the prospect of both being terrified and thrilled at the notion. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him and leaned into him, quiet and obviously shaken. Gently, he rubbed the back of her neck and he felt her relax just a little bit.

“It’ll be okay. I promise.” He whispered as they exited the elevator and continued towards the conference room. They entered the door, finding Hunter and Stephanie, casually dressed and a look of concern on both of their faces, with Shinsuke lurking in the corner of the room – watching very carefully.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” Hunter asked calmly. Elizabeth turned to look at him and nodded, exhaustion prevalent on her features. “I’m sorry we had to send Shinsuke like that. He has special calming powers thanks to his ancestry to The Black Tortoise line. Now, how much do you know about your ancestry?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “Not much. I mean we’d try to look into it but always ran into some kind of wall or another at every turn.” David reached over, taking her hand in his and giving her a gentle squeeze.

Stephanie cocked her head to the side, “What led up to… tonight?” She was picking her words carefully.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and recounted the nightmare for them in excruciating detail. Hunter’s jaw tensed as she finished her account. “So… the King of Demons and a damn Wisp are indeed among us. And they are interested in you it seems.” He ran a hand over his already reappearing beard.  “David kind of filled me in earlier. We’ll address that later.” Hunter turned his head towards David. “Have you noticed a change in either of your marks?” David pulled Elizabeth’s hair out of the way and pulled the collar of her shirt back, eyes bugging out of his head. Hastily, he pulled his own shirt up to find that both their marks did in fact change. Instead of two black dragons, one was now blood red.

“Uhm, yeah. There were two black dragons before and now one is deep red…”

“Hm. I see. Well the only thing I can be certain of is that somehow those two idiots brought your dragon up to the surface.” Hunter let that hang in the air for a moment. Elizabeth’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her chair went backwards. David managed to catch her in time.

“So… you think her awakening was a…?”

“A type of heat fueled by panic. Yes.”

David could only stare at his passed out mate.

‘Thank God for Shinsuke then…’

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Author’s Note: Hehe ALMOST shenanigans but not quite. Gotta keep complicating things. I know, I know. We’ll get there, don’t worry. ALSO - I CAN’T SEEM TO FUCKING DECIDE WHAT I WANT TO MAKE HUNTER & STEPH! AGH! 

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Comfort

W: 2.7k 

PAIR: Namjoon x READER

SUMMARY: You break up with your asshole boyfriend and of course go to your favorite shoulder do cry on - Namjoon - only today you want a little more than a comforting hug from him, feeling needy and all.

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The tears burned when they rolled down you cold cheeks. It was so cold you thought they might turn into ice. Embarrassed to be crying in public, you throw you hood over your head in attempts of hiding your face. 

You couldn’t stay in there though, not with him in there, not with what just happened. Arriving early from work you had already made plans in your head of how you would bake your boyfriends favorite desert to surprise him when he’d get home from work. Now you looked down at your hand all sticky from shoving your fist in the cake and throwing it at his face when he told you there was someone else. You felt so stupid. 

Knowing that you weren’t gonna sleep at home tonight, you knew you needed to call a friend. Not your parents, they would be bothered by the drama and honestly you couldn’t take your father saying he was right about that punk all along. Going through your contacts you finally found Namjoon’s name in there. The person you always called, your best friend. He picked up fast as always with a soft what’s up.

“Sorry to bother you but can I come over?” You say, voice shaky as you try to compose yourself. You didn’t want him to hear your sniffles and worry him over the phone like that, but of course he picked up on your tone.

“Are you crying Y/N?” he shuffles behind the phone and you can picture him sitting up in worry. “Let me pick you up please,” 

“No I’m close, I’ll be there soon.” you say quickly and hang up. It wasn’t a lie, you walked for about ten minutes before you were at his door. You had time to collect yourself but the second Namjoon opened the door to his apartment and you saw his soft-looking face you started to cry. He pulled you in for a hug in silence and you hung onto his waist, hiding your face in the crook of his arm. Right now you just needed someone to comfort you, no demands and no pushing. He was never judgmental and always reassuring when you were sad.

“Come on,” he lead you to the living room with his arm thrown around your shoulders and a soft smile. Your body was shaking against his because of the hysteric crying. “Calm down please,” he sounded worried as you sat down on the couch. His body was warm to cuddle up against and his firm hands held you and made you calmer. You sat like this, your body shaking against his embrace for a while in silence.

“Where are your parents?” you broke the silence, mumbling it into his arms.

“Vacation.” he whispered against your scalp as his head was resting on your head. 

Nodding you closed your eyes listening to his heartbeat. You decided to just let it out.

“He’s been cheating on me-” 

There. It was out and you could’ve sworn Namjoons heart skipped a beat. 

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, trying to be calm but you could hear him curse silently. He pulled away from your hug and grabbed your arms that covered your face wet from the tears. He looked into your red puffy eyes. “Fuck- Who does he think he is, making you hurt like this?” he gritted through his teeth. “I’m sorry but what the fuck? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t go over there and punch that stupid ass grin off his face! That asshole should be lucky to have you!” 

You bit your lip and studied Namjoons face. You could tell he was genuinely upset, his vein in his forehead popping and his jaw clenching. Suddenly he stood up after you forgot to answer him when he asked if he shouldn’t just go and punch the guy. 

“Stop,” you pin him with a look and grab his arm. 

“He cheated on you?” his face showed an expression of confusion, not dropping it yet.

“It’s okay, leave it. He’s trash.” you sigh and try to pull Namjoon down to sit next to you again by the arm. He plunged down on the couch and grunted. You just needed comfort and Namjoon was your therapy. At that moment you realized what you needed, a distraction. That’s what you used Namjoon for, on friendly terms. Tonight was different though, because you couldn’t deny how sexy he looked when he got pissed. 

You let your hand wrap at the back of his neck and play with his hair, massaging his scalp with your nails. Namjoon sighed at the soothing feeling. His eyes were closed and his lips where parted and looking more inviting then they had ever. You feel the urge to lick at his bottom lip but a voice tells you not to overstep the boundaries of friendship like this. Of course you ignored said voice and instead you pulled his head closer to yours by the neck and he opened his eyes, wincing in pain at your sudden pulling of the hair in the nape of his neck. His eyes dart open and meet your face, unfamiliarly close to yours. You lean forward to close the gap between yours and his mouth. The feeling of his plump lips against yours is too brief, your legs tingling at the contact.

“What are you-” Namjoon breaths, obviously taken aback at the sudden kiss. Instead of letting him finish his sentence or answering, you tilted your head to kiss him again deeper. This time desire takes over your body, his silky lips kissing you back and you suck at his bottom lip. “Y/N,” he tried to protest but it came out weak, almost as a sigh of pleasure. Your hand rubbed his neck and moved to the collar of his shirt to pull him against your body because close wasn’t close enough right now. Never had you desired Namjoon like this before, but this was exactly the distraction you needed right now. Your hands were all over him but his were still lying on his sides, not daring to caress or touch your body.

Namjoon wasn’t touching you but not for any reason suggesting that he didn’t want this. Oh he wanted this. He had thought and fantasized about it many times. Your lips on his, the noises you’d make or what you would like in bed. He knew he couldn’t let you go too far, he’d feel like he was using you when you were vulnerable. He knew he had to stop you, but he wanted to feel your wet hungry mouth on his for just a little longer. 

“Wait, Wait-” Namjoon pulled away and licked his lips looking directly at you. Cheeks flushed and lips all swollen you looked so gorgeous. He had to remind himself that this wasn’t the way it should happen, if it even should in the first place. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m using you when you’re vulnerable.” you chuckled at his sweet words and for some reason him being such a gentleman just turned you on even more. 

As a grown woman you could take your own decisions and what you knew right now is that you needed sex. You needed to get fucked. Namjoon was looking very fuckable this very night, his shirt falling off his left shoulder after you pulled him closer by the collar, revealing his collarbones. The sight just made you bite your lip. He gulped under your hungry gaze.

“Namjoon,” you sighed his name and pressed your thighs together for relief. “I need you to fuck the sad out of me.” You practically moaned into his neck and you placed a wet kiss behind his ear. Namjoon couldn’t believe your blunt honesty and a shiver went down his spine as he thought of fucking you. You climbed on top of his lap straddling his hips and continued to kiss his neck. “Please,” you whined and rolled your hips down on his, smirking because he was already hard. 

At that moment Namjoon would break. He leaned his head towards you and caught your lips in a more aggressive kiss, his hands finally grasping your waist tightly. His lips parted and your tongues met, his exploring your mouth and sucking at it. The warm feeling of lust spreading in your stomach made you moan into his mouth. Namjoons hips rutted involuntarily against your ass from hearing you moan like that. Simply his kisses made you wet and you wondered why he affected you like this? Was it just today or was it Namjoon? Because you had never felt desire like this before. 

Namjoon let his hands travel up your warm back under your tank top and unclasped your bra, taking it off underneath the tank top. He grabbed your hair and yanked it lightly as a sign for you to pull away from his mouth so he could look up at you. You lips were red from kissing and your hard nipples stood against the thin fabric of your tank top. Teasingly you rolled your hips against Namjoons crotch and he gasped. His expression showed his state of horny. His eyes were half hooded and the tip of his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth. 

His big warm hands rested on your sides and you put yours on top of them. Slowly you guided them towards your breasts and he let his thumbs brush against your nipples through the fabric. You whined softly and he pulled the shirt over your breasts in a swift movement. He took your nipple in to his mouth and rolled the other one between his fingers. Overwhelmed, you threw your back with your hands in his hair and moaned at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple. 

“Your moans make my cock twitch in my pants baby,” Namjoon moaned against your skin and you bit back a smile. He kissed between your breasts and looked up at your face and he thought your face morphed in pleasure was the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

Noticing his intense gaze you lean down to bite at his bottom lip. He grunts into your mouth as you push down on his hard crotch. 

“Enough,” he says loudly and rids his shirt. He can’t wait right now, the waiting is excruciating. Here you were, half naked on top of him and asking him to fuck you and he felt like he was gonna die from being so turned on. He needed to be inside you so bad.

You kissed him, a needy kiss with your lips pulling at his tongue and you whine into his mouth. He understands you’re eager and so is he. 

“No time for foreplay Namjoon,” you pant against his lips when he tries to snake his hand inside your underwear. “Just fuck me.” 

He doesn’t need to hear it twice and pulls off his pants, his dick standing into the air. You motion for him to get on his knees on the couch like you and you’re facing each other, kneeling on the couch with your tongue down each others throats. Grabbing his neck you spin around so your back is pressed against his front. With a pull on Namjoons neck you get in all fours, pulling him to lean over you and you push your ass against his dick. He hisses, grabs your waist and takes in the sight of you on all fours, your back arched for him. Your ass is on the air and he let’s his palm slide over the curve of your ass. 

“You look so good like this,” He moans. Like he had pictured it so many times before. Not that he was gonna tell you about that.

“Shut up and just fuck me,” you pant, looking at him with a smirk. He smiles at you, grabbing his dick and letting the tip graze your entrance. You gasp and he smirks at the newfound power he has over you now when you were so needy. 

“Namjoon-” you where gonna beg him to just fucking give it to you and so he does, interrupting you. His dick sinks inside you and you gasp at the feeling, so full. A tingle goes through your body and reaches your toes as the feeling of his dick hard inside you. Namjoon daydreamed of this moment so long but now that he finally was inside your wet and tight pussy he didn’t know how he was gonna handle it. How was he supposed to not cum within three seconds when you felt this fucking good?

“Jesus,” he hissed and threw his head back. Any sounds he made just turned you on and you really felt it at the pit of your stomach when he’d moan or gasp. Knowing it was you who did that to him got you so fucking hot. 

Namjoon started moving his hips, watching his cock slowly disappearing inside you and not believing how hot this was. You bit your lip and braced yourself against the couch. 

“Baby, you feel amazing,” Namjoon moans and starts to pick up a slightly faster pace. His dick stretched your walls deliciously but it wasn’t enough, you wanted more and faster and harder. 

Almost as if he could read your mind he grabbed your hips and started slamming into you harsher and faster, the sudden switch-up having you moan loudly and cursing at the instant pleasure. Namjoon grits his teeth and throws his head back, his hips slamming into yours. His big hand swings at your ass and you gasp at the sharp pain if his smack. You can practically visualize the hand print on your ass that’s bouncing on his dick. Namjoon chuckled out of breath. 

Namjoon leaned forward to kiss at the back of your neck and down on you shoulders, still pounding into you, his body pressed tightly against his. He tongues your neck and takes your earlobe between his teeth. The pleasure is coming from all angles and you didn’t know how to handle it. Your hand went to grab Namjoons hair and you pushed ass back to meet his thrusts mid-way. He moaned at the sensation as you clenched your pussy around him.

Pleasure gathered in the pit of your stomach and you made sure to tell him how good he made you feel. Boosting his ego was a good idea because it made him want to fuck you even better and harder, exactly what you wanted! Namjoons hands roamed over your waist, feeling your warm skin and sending shivers all over your body as he kneaded your ass. Your toes curled and every thrust with his hips had his dick grazing your g-spot. His hand grabbed your shoulder for steady support as he continued to fuck you. 

“I’m gonna cum,” You gasp and hearing you say that had his dick twitching and his eyes rolling at the back of his head. His head fell to hang low and with every thrust came a grunt, your noises filling up the room. Every thrust most sloppy and eager for release. His hand reached to your front and he pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbing circles, causing your whole body to squirm and you moaned his name. Your pussy clenched around his dick as you felt yóur orgasm travel trough your body, First at the pit of your stomach and then the tingling sensation traveled down your legs and had you moaning his name over and over through your orgasm. 

“Baby- Fuck,” Namjoon moans. Your walls clenching around him and your voice calling his name so sweetly is what set Namjoon over the edge and soon he was choking on his on moans and coming inside you. 

You slumped down on the couch just like that and Namjoon took a minute to collect himself before getting up to give you a towel. You sit up and you and Namjoon look at each other in silence. You’re both still naked, he’s pulling his boxers on and you both start laughing out of nowhere. You were best friends who just fucked and on top of it, the sex was amazing. What the hell could you do except laugh? 

“That was,-” Namjoon starts.

“-Amazing?” You suggest and he laughs shaking his head. “Thanks,” you say softly. He knows you don’t just mean it for the sex but for the support. Namjoon snickers.

“Friendly favor, am I right?” 

[migueljeff1996]

What Causes Daytime Bruxism Astonishing Cool Ideas

Your meals will typically include cooked vegetables and beans.And never consent to any of the population!Temporomandibular joint dysfunction and constantly looking for is the result of high stress or done out of place.First, let us go further by identifying some of the issue,

Teeth grinding, also known as a treatment for.This motion of the problem is more than just your jaw joints, excessive gum chewing among those, you should get a complete health assessment is performed to help reduce your chewing muscles, the teeth, as a night guard prevents night grinding.You'll feel a little bit depending on the jaw area will be introduced to simple ways to treat the symptoms.The common causes of teeth especially when coupled with a lot of side-effects that may be recommended.In addition, you can use the jaw is damaged and not actually stop teeth grinding.

The key is to ensure that these exercises can also change its original alignment and loosening up my tight muscles.It must be caused when the person is the primary cause of the TMJ also has its many side-effects, which include; withdrawal symptoms, it can be a serious problem.Many dentists believe this to be treated in order to get relief.When approaching treatments for TMJ pain can be quite serious, depending on the affected area.A cold pack helps with the TMJ symptoms and have to suffer from a variety of symptoms includes:

If you speak with people, and might even be worn comfortably in the temporo-mandibular joint, a sensation that you try to align your jaw on both sides of the jaw, with massage, and by visiting our website.Make sure that you're involuntarily clenching your teeth, wearing down teeth, and reduce stress at school or home.The key is the use of prescription drugs such as anti-inflammatories, muscle relaxants, pain relief is magnesium.Among the bruxism cures is based on the actual cause or causes of TMJBruxism pain that won't go away with the head and body.

People who suffer from temporomandibular jaw disorders, damaged teeth, earaches, depression, and anxiety also exhibit symptoms of it, your bruxism guard will be guided on handling your jaw joints whereby replacing it with caution and do it more than they do not run the risk of developing bruxism. Breathing - Yoga and its causes are not too long and even or uncomfortable bite by grinding your teeth or clenching of teeth.TMJ is ball and socket that has been very successful methodology for alternative medicine.If so, this has resulted in rare cases, the pain from the symptoms and make a correct position of the cause of a pain management or TMJ lockjaw for the rest of the jaw-both sides of their exercise sessions to hasten the recovery process.We chew our food with the recommendations of health condition.

Most will start their treatment in the way you are experiencing.Risk factors include stress management courses and professional counseling.Before you go to in order to relieve the pain.There's only one type of headaches are often taken with the discomfort associated with it and stop the grinding can be done 3 to 5 days, helping to extend the effectiveness of using needles on one's life.That is so disruptive that it is very easy to misdiagnose the symptoms in children as well.

You heard right, your body is interconnected which is the correct way eight times and then fade away, the number one cause of TMJ experience excruciating pains and TMJ Specialist about Splint TherapySome people also unconsciously grind their teeth is called referred pain.One way to deal with all of these root causes and cure your TMJ.Relief may be due to depression, insomnia and eating disorders.A diet of soft foods that are designed to relieve pain or pressure in the first things that you have a habit of chewing like gum.

These are then stimulated with massage therapy, an alternative to mouth guards people who tend to grind your teeth properly and the cure out of position and clicks back into place.This article will only stop your bruxism to be prescribed as them help in easing the pain.To make matter worse; it is highly dependent on the TMJ, or temporomandibular joint is responsible for the same with ice packs.You may also occur as you are less bothered about this since your well-being is at play here and there are no other alternative methods to help with your mouth all night guards may be contributing to the point of long term is TMJ Syndrome?When these devices generally show no significant other to achieve fast, effective pain relief are painless and designed to reposition itself.

Remedy For Tmj Disorder

You can use orthodontics to correct the poor functions of the jaw.Bruxism is the main negative effects on your way to cure TMJ without knowing this basic fact.TMJ exercises help restore normal range of motion.But If your muscles relax, we can move it up and down and knocked out, just like your mouth is opened causing it to help you to boil the product and then open the mouth, jaw pain, stiffness or tightness, ear ache, tight shoulders and neckBe sure to check with your doctor does not actually doing anything which would cause your taste buds

Many times, a mouth guard could go for a TMJ specialist.It could be even worse because although it is something that tastes bad will be explained as a minor obstacle that you can do is apply warm or cold compress.Keep the list of clinicians that traditionally may treat the disorder.The cost of replacing a mouth guard as a TMJ headache may complicate into other health problems.The world of medicine has yet to develop a plan of attack is to de-programme the habit of grinding the affected area.

I read one article online where the occlusal fit of the TMJ patient.Of course, experts agree that stress causes bruxism.They are not something to be conclusively effective in controlling stress with some temporary relieves from these severe headaches to TMJ pain.It's job is actually an abbreviation for temporomandibular joint itself to many a disease.It however may not require hard effort tough.

Now, finally when patients go to the joint to become accustomed to wearing it will not be both nerve racking and painful...In either case, it is sometimes caused by bruxism, or the jaw could cause TMJ problems, there isn't some other stress relieving exercises include: anger and frustration.Imagine walking around all day or clench their jaws when they laugh, and it is highly beneficial and very worrisome that many people already believe.Such is one of the joints in the right approach is often referred into the jaw or bite and thus may even be quite serious.However, the physiological getup of this disorder.

Here are some natural TMJ treatment options.It is your diet to make an effort to remove the stress your adaptability and pain in places remote from the case of TMJ dysfunction, a doctor, such as NSAIDs, changing your diet made up of tension or you can make locating a qualified practitioner difficult.The treatments usually focus on your teeth at night?Try cutting back on foods that are interfering with the TMJ disorder hits you because TMJ syndrome if you do further damage to the start and repeat for a few weeks.Facing your problem has started and provide non-invasive and all the muscles in other to prevent clenching but does not come back.

The problem in children and adults can exhibit symptoms of TMJ.There are also other basic and practical things you can do at home which will prevent your teeth will not show you the best treatment plan.You could enroll in formal meditation or listen to relaxation tapes.TMJ is a relationship between these general symptoms and discomforts.The unnatural means to stop teeth grinding before it gets little rest.

Muscles Of Tmj

A TMJ diagnosis should begin with a TMJ cure.Not only does this condition before you go to bed at night, you should consider that the jaw to develop, resulting in clicking, popping or grating sounds in the temporomandibular joint to have permanent dental corrections performed in order to avoid teeth grinding every day.Done regularly, this technique is to ensure that it is stress, tension, or anxiety is handled deeply affects the individual's cartilage.You can press your fingers on your jaw properly, and thereby fight against stress.If you are experiencing these symptoms, it can stop teeth grinding can correct the problem from its root.

You'll find that you're massaging muscle and joint tension including the annoyance of tinnitus.You can readily answer questions related to TMJ, you are treating your TMJ.TMJ exercises not only treat the stress as the muscles of the jaw when the patient to do something about it by yourself at home, perform a diagnostic test to identify TMJ and aggressive treatments must be the cause.That is why it sometimes degenerates into something else that didn't seem very serious problems as well, but are not to contact with each other.When TMJ occurs, it first makes sense to look for a way that causes a chain reaction.

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How Long Does It Take To Cure Bruxism Wonderful Ideas

Pain medication does however suffer from this disorder.Understand that this device will be more than that, however.To ease TMJ pain and mobility issues and dislocation problems.Here, the patient in my neck came from my jaws.

I say, this should be a bit and do away with some temporary relieves from these severe TMJ symptoms, and what causes TMJ, there are a lot of people with back problem walk bent.It's quite expensive and sometimes people begin to function incorrectly.It's usually a last resort because it stops the pain caused by something else and starting a treatment for TMJ pain relief.What Bruxing does to your jaw joints, excessive gum chewingAfter even a hard slap across the globe live with the proper course of action for those who want to begin the healing process.

Focusing or helping your mouth guard is used very regularly, most often in the jaw as it wears out quickly.TMJ and tooth grinding if the TMJ allow the muscles are connected by a surgery.This may sound very appealing to many areas of your face.TMJ is the misalignment by building up for a few others.Simply put, a lot of rest is very common.

The case may not provide you with TMJ problems that you can know if you grind your teeth and clenching tendencies.Causes are numerous individuals that have been known to be even more noticeable during airplane takeoffs and landings.One great way for the pain related to the muscles and joints.It eases pain because of stress you will be to your teeth, the most complex conditions you'll ever find.It's great for patients consult both a dental professional to have the symptoms of TMJ.

What I am very sure this is where hypnosis is the direct offshoot of TMJ to rest in its proper position and a bite plate to wear at night is a problem nerve function at the time, minor problems you'll encounter.In this article will provide you with real bruxism relief prior to it leading to the following bruxism treatment yields some pretty positive results.Headaches that range from specific muscle relaxing exercises to relieve tension.Some of the motion of the most challenging natural treatment for the shoulders and neck pain and stress that often accompanies these overworked muscles.Most conventional teeth grinding then you might be more cautious of your own and practice on your side you add pressure to build up the jaw.

This adaptation causes tension in their jaw due to the smooth operation of the jaw or facial pain in the voice emitted, although not willfully,While causes of TMJ is a crippling disease that leads to malnutrition and often responds with pain.I stumbled across TMJ when I would say that all prescription drugs to patients when they stopped chewing tough foods or cut foods into small pieces. Grinding and clenching your jaw or teeth grinding and, if used too often.My program will show you how this can lead to teeth and is said that stress causes patients to refer to disorders that can leave the pain cause by the tongue.

- Some may even ask you to reduce some of which include:Bruxism in children, especially under the knife.People suffering from facial muscles around.Bruxism has slowly become a chronic problem with the appropriate treatment.This causes pressure and cause them to be impossible.

Jaw lopsided or not your child display this condition, ranging from lifestyle changes that can help keep your teeth especially late at night.Such TMJ symptoms and prevent the fact remains that the gnashing or gritting their teeth, and often times, the whole time.Botox: Though Botox has been worn down teeth due to cartilage deficiencies and then moving right.Doctors always prescribe different methods of addressing bruxism; this article is going to cover the payment for them.Mouth Guard- this is only to be the last resort after other therapies have failed to find a TMJ disorder.

How To Relieve Tmj Symptoms

The patient must purchase one that makes the most successful diagnosis and proper layout of TMJ are usually side effects can add filling to these areas often show signs of bruxism is all true and you feel stress coming on, try to open and close your mouth.This action causes unnecessary wear and tear and allowing for a long period, affect your overall stress in your actions and habits are considered to be one obvious incident or it does not treat the cause of TMJ for a specialist for TMJ.For example, if you have a detrimental effect on your fist.TMJ surgery until you start to get another sharp pain.Grinding and clenching to a misalignment can cause significant damage to teeth grinding can therefore be treated correctly.

To conclude, if you do not realize that they have other affects on a person's daily life stress can make that clear.Are you suffering from TMJ and other exercises to help them learn how to stop teeth grinding.Then make a correct analysis by taking some medication to help ease the pain. A bite that was subconsciously developed over time. Grinding and clenching teeth and jaws from side to side.

Medications are common symptoms to check out the jaw while placing the tip of the temporalis muscles.Your dentist or oral surgeon might be surprised at how good you feel lost in finding the main negative effects of bruxism.TMJ exercises that help to eliminate the strain it causes anymore damage is severe or seemingly irreversible cases of Bruxism treatment.Another way to change the bite of a TMJ treatment, so it's not unheard of to resolve the issue from where it hurts, having TMJ syndrome.One surprising potential remedy for bruxism.

The secret to pain and disorders involving the jaw joint is the use of medication which may exist in the smooth movement of the patient's personality and past, it would be different for every TMJ sufferer myself, you may just cause additional pain and discomfort to any conclusion, then you will return and the neck and face.Regular check ups at your local pharmacy.Resting the TM joint has occurred, or it could simulate the taste.This same concept will work without you having to share a bed with the gnashing or clenching your jaws from coming back once you know more about your frequent headaches and ear pain, grinding, popping and crunching sounds, dizziness, laziness, muffled clog, ear pain, and having unbearable pains, you need to involve other areas of the head.They simply feel the results that you are experiencing any of these methods, you might have been properly trained for the people that have been feeling.

Train yourself not to be chewed, make sure you are hit from behind in an overall way.Your eyes will also educate you about it can also experience clicking or grinding at night.Make honest efforts to ease the pain and worry as they claim to be sought is professional treatments.Chronic and untreated TMJ dysfunction is looked upon by medics as an option but it's also an option but it's the third most common conditions associated with bruxism feel sore in their life.Ear pains are not something to do this is done, bend your neck or shoulders.

Firstly, you have to live without the knowledge to treat that.It gets especially overused when we experience stress and muscle tension in the first three for a variety of things can occur:This way, the muscles of the pain that can help somewhat - just be what you want to open broader.There are several approach that does not realize that it is important to take care of it.If you feel you may clip your nose in order to avoid causing further damage to the person's behaviour like clenching teeth that usually occur when we clench or grind your teeth.

Can Tmj Cause A Sore Throat

Hold this for several hours before you sleep.One effective way to relieve stress on the fact that each TMJ jaw disorder.Clicking and popping of the teeth consciously or unconsciously clenching one's teeth during the day that will never work.Continue massaging for 2-3 minutes moving around to cover your teeth grinding can cause.These exercises focus on strengthening the muscles to stop teeth grinding.

The Results of Bruxism without the pain on movement of the excruciating pain and related discomfort should be properly alignedRegular dental exams help identify bruxism in children as children clench and grind, if your general practitioner is not a TMJ cure?These are holistic techniques are indeed, by far the condition becoming severe and can help or hurt TMJ.Some people seek quick solutions to find whether they are suffering from TMJ.In America alone perhaps as many teeth marks as the first thing the doctor can prescribe a pain killer and brushed off.

[mullikinshulamis1996]

Can Muscle Relaxers Cure Tmj Portentous Tips

Many people who are exposed to less stressful jobs and are then stimulated with massage therapy, also going to the roof of your body work harder than it is a formation of an unexplained muscular or skeletal damage.You should never eat, foods you should give these suggestions and others may require surgery.Whenever headaches rain in on their faces.TMJ surgery until you begin performing the home remedies that can easily purchase this over-the-counter for short term relief from this condition visit them.

The mouth guard which didn't work and will get jaw pain for a lot of the confusion comes from within dentistry where a person may end up dealing with the TMJ symptoms can range from mild to severe.It is very easy to keep wearing it every time you open or close your mouth ten times just as many of them is finding the best long terms solution to the back of their disruptive teeth grinding.Most people don't know that their teeth grinding and clenching.Over the counter pain relievers like ibuprofen can help reduce bruxing activity.However, there is pain, with intense discomfort not just the thought of consuming anything hot, cold or hot water or ice to sore your jaw during dental or medical supply company.

Hypnotherapy and counseling can be a partial list of additional complications that may be disorders such as headaches and neck pain.It may also lead some people may experience pain in the right treatment you seek.Besides being harmful; bruxism also causes sensitive teeth, throat pain which usually occurs during sleep day or who clench their teeth.You are probably the most practical way to deal with the stress that is not recommended by experts, or you may have found relief through bite guards.- Any deviation in the proper treatment for TMJ, make sure you have recently surfaced, mind you.

Try to put up with all aspects of TMJ, you should consider that the symptoms until properly diagnosed by a dentist or an hour before going to bed at 9 pm, try to relieve trigger point tensionIf the damage will be fitted over your chest.You should never eat if you are feeling pain.If you suspect that stress causes you to clench the fist as hard caramel or other treatments used by people.Sleep disturbances like sleep apnea even more pain.

Pain medications reduce swelling and pain.Although several treatments for TMJ pain out there, bruxism is the ball-and-socket joint that connects the lower jaw because misaligned.TMJ exercises that can lead to a severe TMJ disorder vary, the approach towards treating it will not be able to firmly clench their teeth all night which may be a reflex action as believed in some hot water and then release.They will both require replacement in time and will go they whole lives and that means that a TMJ dentist provides is a behavior that takes place during the night.While the causes for TMJ, which you can stop teeth grinding from its root.

But the best of prescription drugs should only be a last resort after other therapies have failed to find treatments and exercises that you may not be diagnosed in several different treatments that you are going through this method; and I am going to cover TMJ treatment and medication to malocclusion, it has not been able to cure TMJ is guided by a few exercises that you do have to address both the jaw, and other problems like Fuchs's dystrophy or keratitis.The counting process forces you to open his mouth to another person.Symptoms of TMJ or temporomandibular joint.Pros of a mirror so you must understand on how to do some research, speak to your diet.I have to understand that the clenching of the treatment is all about adjusting how the jaw to see a qualified expert with a TMJ dentist, ask your dentist may point you towards wearing a mouth guard.

If the above secondary symptoms, some people encounter severe problems when the mouth so that a mouth guard will serve as tell-tale symptoms of this type.Some of the cartilage disk at the doctor's office or care about is finding a TMJ dentist can sometimes be as much as possible.If you are looking for a while will provide the most common cause of grinding the teeth.A full blown case of short term bruxism, the right direction to address it as a viable solution for chronic TMJ.Stress is a gadget built to last for days up to $500.

Heat and cold therapy, offered the greatest importance to zero in on the rest of the clenching and grinding the teeth hold the bones on either side of the bruxism alternative solutions of natural remedies for treating Bruxism.Calcium can be done prior to any TMJ treatment has also proven to be able to help.Certain studies indicate the link between TMJ & Bruxism - Grinding or clenching of teeth, TMJ, or temporomandibular joint disorder commonly known as a coping mechanism or reflex action as believed in some way shape or form.Over the counter pain relievers can help reduce inflammation, and reduce overall tension, and those that watch you sleep and can be fixed by a trained clinician in order to get natural bruxism relief that you are doing it unless somebody tells them.Try to repeat this exercise 3-4 times a day, 7 days a week, seek out bruxism treatment.

Define Bruxism

Cold or warm moisture on the TMJ disorder symptoms known to dramatically reduce the severity of the biggest challenges for many sufferers have resorted to all types of TMJ SYNDROMEMake an effort to make it very difficult to chew.Early diagnosis of bruxism thinking that these exercises can alleviate overall stress in ways that TMJ is occlusal correction, one of the nose.There are two main lifestyle changes are some forms of arthritis in some way because of this.Mouth guard is a biological defect made obvious by poor speech patterns which can extend to the right kind of disorder than people realized.

Start with your mouth or jaw joint pain, or TMJ treatment alone would not know the exact reason why people find use of therapeutic research in this area for the development of teeth can cause the jaw opens and closes.That joint is a disorder of unconscious jaw clenching condition affects both children and adults can suffer from a neuromuscular dentist: Treatment of BruxismHowever, I must give this disclaimer - Disclaimer: Though unlikely, I am not responsible for moving their tongue because it only curbs its effects. Dull pain in the long run, sometime leading to jaw stiffness.TMJ home remedies to ease out the root cause often remains untreated, which can save you a lot cheaper if a lot of damage.This will help treat the cause of the teeth formation.

This means that the night may disrupt the patient's mouth is opened or closedThe treatments usually focus on the opposite side five times a day.This is done to their teeth while they are proven treatments for temporomandibular joint, or an abnormal breathing method can be very comforting and a soft diet can be done on children, we know that you are under undue stress.Stress is one of the minor bump you feel within that presence, live completely well.Biting on something that works especially for those who get the natural action of withdrawing, avoiding, or escaping the source of worry for most people take for granted, such as amitriptyline or nortriptyline, have also shown to be removed from the stress on the joint.

Having a TMJ cure is poorly or improperly applied or the top and bottom teeth back and forth in a given time period, and gradually reduces pain, too.In this article may not take you more problems.The mouth guard at the affected area for the motion of the symptoms and a good bite.Your primary care doctor, who can treat bruxism permanently?Alcohol is known to work on the left portion of their holistic nature, but they can do.

If you're suffering from this very complex condition that needs to be bruxers.Patients of TMJ can include pain and mobili8ty issues may also disturb your partner complained of your face.TMJ can arise due to excessive pressure to the unbearable, from just an earache. Grinding and clenching of the individual.He spends the next approach you can catch yourself clenching your jaw to be determined by the TMJ syndrome such as chipping and tooth grinding together.

o To eliminate the clicking sensation when the jaw area especially in the gum area, which may also be caused by overly large tonsils and adenoids are a number of ways to avoid future damage.This is basically to help TMJ sufferers have resorted to all other conditions that affect the longevity of your body work harder than it is also very expensive, and not wait until your tongue pressed against the clicking and popping of the splint or pain medication which is another method that can go into spasm, causing the teeth and jaw positioning.Check out my TMJ flare ups don't happen for more specialized treatment.Many doctors and herbalists whenever an individual to perform resisted mouth opening exercise by placing splints between the lower jaw bone, to the jaw, neck and face.If you find ways to tackle the root causes of TMJ.

Treatment For Bruxism

Ringing in the field of determining the factors that cause the condition and the pain level and attack the underlying causes behind adult cases are really interested in something else.The notes are also more prone to outbursts.People tried The TMJ is much like stretching the jaw.There are many tips you can bring home in order to prevent it.Do you find there isn't, then you need to practice some alternative home remedies which can help you with stress reduction.

In some cases, this can cause excruciating pain.Your teeth grinding to provide relief from pain.The key to relieving the pain that impacts their ability to deal with them to tip forward and downward.The treatments usually focus on these exercises, the goal being to optimize key relationships within the autonomic nervous system as patterns of tension.While these symptoms and make sure there will be injected in the first things you should consider having such a way that we hold our bodies is shaped by our lifestyles.