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spikesbimbo · 4 years ago

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Picnic Date

Pairing: Shugo Meian x Reader

Tags: Picnic date with a side of head, fluff, babymaking breeding kink, daddy kink, nipple sucking, oral sex, handjob, outdoor/public sex, mating press

Summary: Your titties look a little too good to be kept in that dress.

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: i tried looking up his bio to get a better idea of his personality but there's nothing. I def think hes a gemini sun and/or mars

-And also i do not support zoos and aquariums, i just can't think of where else people would go on a date☠️

18+ Minors DNI

You laid on the blanket, your head in his lap a little buzzed from the champagne you drank earlier, giggling with that soft smile of yours, him stroking your hair out of your face watching the cute little kids run around.

Going out with your fiance was a regular occurance, you’ve pretty much been (fucked) everywhere in the city with him. He loved to express his feelings for you by taking you on spontaneous dates; whether it be the beach in the middle of the night, the club, aquarium, and any new food place that opened up, loving watching you eat.

“Aren't they cute?” He said referring to the toddler pushing his baby brother on the swing. You already knew where this was going, yes you've daydreamed about starting a family together, but having a 6' 5., 200lb man's babies was a nightmare for your body. But that was overshadowed but the sincere look he had on his face watching them play, not to mention you were ovulating right now making your baby fever rise.

“Yeah” you shyly mumble, hoping he doesn't notice the blood rushing to your face, spoiler he does.

You try to take your mind off of that, feeding him the sliced up watermelon, keeping all the strawberries to yourself. His lips lingering on your sticky fingers. You loved babying him, yes he was a grown, strong ass man, but the second he was in your arms he melted, finding comfort in you.

“Your shoulders are stiff baby” you said, noticing it after leaning on them for hours “You want a massage?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, already knowing the answer taking matters into your own hands.

“Yeah doll, whatever you want.” he said, giving you the go. You work your hands over his shoulders down his back, your boobs pushing against him, making him grow in his pants. You were just trying to have a cute date, but the way your body looked in that sundress was killing him. The thin straps leading down to the v-neck exposing your cleavage. The loose cotton material hugging your hips perfectly, stopping below your knees. Fuck you were pretty.

The tree behind you covered you two just enough, the park was empty enough now as it was now dinner time and all the families went home.

He thinks for a second, it not being the first time you two have fucked in public, the last time being in the locker room. All worries leave him as he grabs your neck pulling you in for a kiss, falling in his lap. His lips were warm and soft, parting slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside tasting the sweetness of the fruit.

He kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone and pulls your top to the side freeing your breast. “Meian” You moaned, the feeling of being exposed making you twitch.

His mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking greedily, gripping his hair pushing him into you more. Your tits feeling sensitive and sore, him latching his mouth onto you. He was so grateful for you being in his life, letting him use you as he needed. Him showing his love by giving you your every want and need.

You looked around making sure no one was here, the embarrassment of Hinata walking in on you two while he was balls deep in you in the locker room making cringe at the thought, but who were you to deny your fiance as sweet as he was?

You reach down palming his crotch until he was hard. Your fingers sliding slowly down not wanting to leave, unzipping his pants bringing his boxers down, precum staining the fabric pulling it down enough to uncover his cock.

You wanted to be his good girl, he was always so good to you. He’d never tell you no, whether it was wanting him to get you something or wanting to ride him in the middle of the night, he never told you no.

“nghh daddy” you whined, him finally giving you a break from abusing your tits. He tightly wrapped his other hand around your waist leaving an imprint, dragging you closer to him.

“You're so good to me angel.” He whispered, making you shudder. His low voice stirring something inside of you.

“Really daddy?” You asked, hoping to get confirmation that you were doing a good job, grabbing his balls underneath you.

“Fuck baby” he said, thrusting his hips, you squeezing his balls a little harder. He looked at you with heavy eyes, pleading for you to touch his throbbing cock.

You took him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his shaft the best you could, stroking him slowly looking up to meet his eyes to see if you were doing a good job.

He looks at you grabbing your thigh to stabilize himself and reattaching himself to you tits, you made him feel like he was in heaven, what's better than getting played with by a pretty girl with her tits in his mouth.

“Fuck princess im close. You gonna let me cum in that little mouth of yours?” you don't respond, just moving your head down to be face to face with his cock stroking your hand faster, opening your mouth for whenever he was ready.

“Fuck y/n” he groaned, his voice crackling at his release. His cock still so sensitive in your hands. His cum dripping down your lips, you not being able to swallow it all.

“Clean it up” He said, referring to the mess in his lap. You quickly moved your mouth to his length kissing the tip, some cum still on it as you worked your way down. His hand grips your hair as you wrap your lips around him.

A throaty groan escapes and he rolls eyes back. He thrusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat making you gag and your eyes water, but you don't get off, still keeping him in your mouth.

You move your head up and down moaning at the feeling, wanting to reach down and relieve yourself but knowing he wouldn't allow it. Your eyes water this time not because you're choking but because you're needy, wanting to be touched also.

Your eyes flicker up and see him staring at you with his eyes drowning you in lust. His dark locks stuck to his forehead. His cheeks red with want as his breath quickens.

“Baby, fuck. I'm close”

You bob your head faster, hoping to push him over the edge sooner, your jaw hurting with each motion. His hand is wrapped in your hair again and you can feel his voice get strained and deeper letting you know he was about to cum again.

He doesnt pull out when he spills, his cock sitting in the back of your throat. You swallow his cum for the second time today. Him finally taking it out, looking at your disheveled appearance, wondering how you were so beautiful while looking like a mess.

“Cmere baby” he said dragging you in for a kiss, lifting your dress up enough to feel your drenched panties, not giving a fuck if anyone saw with the sun still out.

You loved his cock so much, borderline worshipping it. It filled you in all the right places, stretching your little cunny out while hitting your g spot, him being the only one that could ever make you feel this way.

“Daddy” you moaned. “ I need it daddy. Please” You whined out as he laid you on your back, hand behind your head making sure you didn't hurt yourself.

He parted your legs sliding your panties off, your body beneath him, your soft tits slipping out of your dress, your soaked pussy on display for him. Fuck he was in love.

“Hold on angel” he said, adjusting himself with your entrance, staying in this position so he could see your pretty face.

“You're such a good girl.” he said, slowly sliding his cock in against your whimpers. “Pretty girl, taking a cock too big for you” he continued, you grabbing his arms, leaving indents from your nails.

“Look at you, i haven't even bottomed out yet and you've already made a mess” he teased, putting your legs on his shoulders, stroking your cheek.

“Uhhngh please” you cried trying to hold on as he finally settled into you and started thrusting

“Meian please” you said not knowing what you were begging for.

“Hmm” he froze, stopping his movement.

“s-sorry daddy” you realized correcting yourself. “sorry please... please”

“Guess I’ll just have to pull out then” he said slowly taking his cock out looking at your teary eyes all distraught

“No! Dont pull out. Daddy pleaseee, no, please please... nghhah” you cried out like the world was gonna end if he didnt fuck you.

“Hmm? You want me to cum in you? You want my babies?” he teased, getting off on the fact that he knew you got turned by the thought of having his kids. The embarrassment appearing on your face, highly aware of your needs, you turned your face away looking at the grass beside you.

“Hmm? u gonna be my good girl?” He said cupping your jaw to look at him.

“Yes daddy” you said reaching your arms out trying to grab him in for a kiss.

“Nope only good girls get to kiss daddy”

“Nooo daddy please!” You cried again, needing his touch.

“U gonna let me stuff you full?”

“Yea-ah” you said pulling your legs back exposing your sloppy cunt, needing him to be in you again.

“There’s my good girl” he praised leaning down into you, thrusting in you getting harder each time.

“D-daddy m’gonna make a mess” You cried coming closer to your orgasm. You feeling him batter your cervix and g spot at the same time making your tummy burn and seeing white.

“You are sweet girl? Go ahead. Do it.” He cooed, encouraging you to let go. You listened and quickly came, clenching around him making him follow soon after.

He brought you up against him, his still being in you whispering sweet praise while stroking your head. You feel so content in his arms, enough to fall asleep, but unfortunately you two had to walk home as the sun was setting.

“Love you meian” You said, snuggling in him yawning

“Love you too angel” he replied, kissing your forehead as you two watched the sun set in the distance, trying you best to stay awake. The both of you never being as happy as you were together.

#shugo meian x reader #shugo meian #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #meian smut #shugo meian smut #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #meian x reader #meian shugo x reader

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moondustis · 5 years ago

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new things: simple (m)

pairing: jung jaehyun + reader genre: smut, fluff (content warning: impregnation kink, unprotected sex, good ol’ baby making) | word count: 1,7k summary: “We should make one.” He says it with a calm voice but with a hint of uncertainty, shyness. You blink slowly, heart fluttering like crazy inside your chest. “A baby?”

The proposition happens when Jaehyun walks into the living room to find you crying.

He looks fresh out of bed, shirtless and with sweatpants hanging low on his hips. A laziness carries him, one hand scratching at the exposed skin of his stomach and a yawn on his lips, but when he sees you sniffing he becomes alert.

“Baby, what's wrong? Are you crying?” He asks, voice just slightly hoarse and filled with worry, his feet quickly bringing him closer to you.

You sniff again when he hovers over you, his expression worried as well as one of his hands come to rest on your cheek, caressing it lovingly. “It’s… It’s just…” You mumble, turning your phone so he can squint his eyes and see what had you in tears. A video of Kylie Jenner’s daughter patiently waiting for her mom to come back so she could eat the chocolate that was placed in front of her. She babbles with her baby voice as the video replays and your face turns into a crying one, no tears coming out this time, just the overwhelming feeling of dying because she's just so cute.

Jaehyun chuckles, looking at you amused. “That’s what you're crying about?” His voice is not teasing at all, he knows better than to do that when you already look vulnerable.

You whine, locking your phone and setting it aside so you can hug him for comfort and alleviate your wish to squeeze something soft. “I’m ovulating,” You say in explanation against his warm chest. “and babies are just too cute.”

He agrees, humming low in his chest as he hugs you closer, turning your position in a weird cuddle one with his body almost crushing yours, but you enjoy it. “They really are.”

Now this part is not really new, the two of you had talked about babies before during the five years you had been together, be it just sharing cute videos or stating the fact the you’d like to be parents one day. It never went further than that though, but that changes when Jaehyun says his next words.

“We should make one.” He says it with a calm voice but with a hint of uncertainty, shyness.

You blink slowly, heart fluttering like crazy inside your chest. “A baby?”

“Uhm-hm.” A kiss is pressed to your neck sending shivers all over your body. “We would make a cute one, don’t you think?”

You definitely feel like crying again, the mere thought of putting a living being on this planet that would look like the perfect mix of you and the man you love making your heart feel too big to fit inside your chest. There’s no doubt your little heart would never be able to survive Jaehyun with a little mini you.

Pregnancy was a scary thought, but also one that you sometimes daydreamed about. And to make things even more overwhelming, his implications are not about making a baby in the near future but immediately, the proof being the kisses he continues pressing all over your neck and the grip he suddenly has on your waist. “Right now?” You ask, just to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“Yeah.” He sounds a little breathy already, dreamy, like the thought of it is affecting him as well. “Feels like the perfect time.”

You don’t know if he means that because you’re ovulating or because he feels you are ready for a child. You like to think it’s both so you let him kiss you when his face comes close enough to, wasting no time to part your lips and allow his tongue to move in languid motions against yours. Your hands rest at his naked shoulders as his bring you closer with a tight grip on your thighs, tiny puffs of labored breath escaping him when he breaks the kiss.

He looks out of it already, desperate, even more when he asks. “Do you really want to carry my baby?” He sounds as eager as uncertain, like you would be crazy enough to ever oppose to the idea.

You assure him with enthusiasm, nodding as you lock your legs on his waist, pushing his hips against your center. “You have no idea how much I want that.” You mutter determined and his pupils blow wider.

“God.” He groans before lifting you up from the couch with ease, the big strong prince he was carrying you to your bedroom so he can put a baby inside of you. His baby. You feel like you could pass out.

He drops you to your bed with care when you get to your room, helping you remove your t-shirt before pressing kisses all over your exposed chest. It was routine, almost because sex was something that happened often in your relationship but it never stopped being exciting, and right now it’s ten times more with all the implications behind it.

Jaehyun bites gently at one of your nipples, making your back arch off the bed with how sensitive you are already, and soothes it down by swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. Your hand moves with ease to his hair, gripping at it just like you know he likes and his growl is no surprise.

He likes to take things slow, you know that well enough and truly love when he takes his sweet time tearing you apart. But right now you couldn’t be more happy at how he wastes no time in hooking his fingers in your panties and brings them down, his lips coming in contact with just below your navel in wet kisses, before it goes down and down.

He kisses your cunt like he would your lips softly and with his brows furrowing like he’s concentrating hard on the task. The first lick on your clit has you moaning his name but you’re quick to protest because this is not what you want. There’s bigger plans and he can always eat you out later. “Come here, come here.” You mumble, pulling him up until his face is hovering yours and you can see the perfect little smile he has on his lips, dimples out to kill you.

Pulling him down for a kiss, you let your lips mold together like they always did, as if he was made for you. It’s desperate not in the rushed way, but with how he brings you closer, tries to taste you as much as he can, how you moan into the kiss and how your grip on his neck gets as strong as the one he has on your hips.

“Impatient?” He teases after breaking the kiss, his voice is hoarse and his lips and a deep pink shade.

“You promised to put a baby in me.” You whine deep in your chest, fingers brushing at his nape as he chuckles and moves down to lather your neck in quick but passionate small kisses.

“I will. Gonna fill you up so well.” A small bite on your neck and he’s pushing his pants down, his dick hard and leaking making your mouth practically water. You look down, watching as he gives himself a few slow strokes before dragging the tip against your folds. “You want it, hmm?”

You nod enthusiastically. Feels like you could die if he didn’t give it to you. “Please, I --” He presses the head to your entrance, feeling just how wet you are, and your walls flutter. “God, please. Please, I want you to come inside of me.”

He lets out a noise that sounds too close to a whine when you say those words, holding his dick at the base as he presses further and further inside of you, making you cry out in pure bliss. “Fuck, I can’t believe -- Ah-- I can’t believe this.” He groans when he presses further inside.

It’s the first time that the two of you had ever fucked bare, no condom to separate the two of you and it feel somehow even more intimate. You always thought people that praised going without protection were stupid, but now doing it with the person you loved and having nothing, not even a pill because you had stopped that a long time ago, preventing you to get pregnant made your head absolutely spin.

The first thrust of his hips has you already seeing stars, him hitting the spot that made you cry with every following movement because he just knew your body that well. “M-me neither.” Is all you can let out in broken moans, along with soft pleas of his name.

He fucks you slowly, love making you’d call it, spelling praises and promises of coming inside of you when you practically beg for it. “Gonna look so good with my baby.” He breaths out with a punctuated thrust and you nod in agreement, already so close that you feel your whole body pulsating.

It doesn’t take you long for you to get there, the knot in your stomach only getting tighter with every thrust of his hips against yours and every moan he lets out. He’s not shy, lets you know exactly how much he enjoys this, how much he wants it and when he kisses you before moving his lips to whisper in your ear how good your cunt feels around him, a finger coming to circle at your very sensitive clit, you wail out his name in a shout, fingers digging in his back as you come with your entire body shaking.

“Oh, fuck.” He lets out loudly when you squeeze against him, his movements getting just slightly erratic as he chases his own high with a heaving breathing and his hands gripping your hips tight as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You try to move your hips with his, urging him to give you what you both want. “Please, Jae. I want it so much.” He shuts his eyes close as if on pain, biting his lips as you continue. “Cum inside me.”

And he does, with staggering hips and a deep groan as he fills you up just like he promised, coating your deepest walls with white streaks as your squeeze around him at the feeling.

He stays inside for a minute, basking in the feeling as he holds you close while you brush his hair softly. He twitches inside of you.

“Think that’s the one?” He asks hopeful with his voice breathy as he calms himself down.

You laugh. “I hope so.”

It’s not, but that doesn’t bother you at all, because you have plenty of time to keep trying and both of you are very eager to do just that.

#jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun smut #nct smut #nct scenarios #short and sweet #here u go #i promise ill post something with more SUBSTANCE soon #ksmutclub

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dopescotlandwarrior · 5 years ago

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Bluegrass-Chapter 26 Final

A special thanks to @statell for your help and wisdom

Previous chapters at AO3

Chapter Twenty-six

Claire popped her head up after examining Porcelain, “we have pre-ovulation Jamie, she is ready…today.”

“I’ll call Jason and get him back here.”

Claire smiled to herself because she could hear Jamie’s excitement. He was on pins and needles being so close to the big reveal, is Runner fertile? She brought Porcelain into season early by using lights for an extra five hours each day. The lights above her stall were timed to go on at two o’clock in the morning. That and hormones worked like a charm, it was finally time.

Jason strode into the breeding room and pulled the leather neck cover from a cabinet. He put it over Porcelain’s neck for protection from biting. Her tail had been wrapped for the same reason. She was washed and ready for her prince. Jason looked at Rupert holding her halter, Angus ready to capture leaking semen, and Jamie biting his nails.

“Everybody relax!” He quickly composed himself, “please, is what I meant to say, please relax and pretend like you do this every day. This is something new but please don’t let it show to the horses.”

Jason had almost completed his month of training at a nearby stud farm where he was hands-on in the breeding barn where things sometimes go catastrophically wrong. The stress was palpable today and that is when people make mistakes.

Jamie looked at Jason and appreciated his authority. He chose the right man for the job.

Claire walked in with Runner and handed the lead to Jason. He coaxed him forward as Runner smelled Porcelain’s honey pot raising his head in the air and curling his lips back. He was more than a little interested and tried to mount her immediately. He slid to her side, basically falling off. Jason was reassuring and backed Runner so his nose was in Porcelain’s butt again. This time Runner was spot on and entered her for a total of one minute if that.

When Runner moved off her, Angus shoved his penis into a collecting tube and looked the other way, blushing crimson.

Jamie congratulated everyone on a job well done as the horses were being led away. He took a double-take at Claire’s face and had to cough several times so he didn’t laugh. She would need him right away, so he quickened his pace to put Runner away.

“Well, an exciting start to our new venture. That went well, don’t you think?”

Jamie put his arm around her waist so he could direct her to his office, on the double. With the door closed and locked he turned into a purring panther and his eyes bored holes into Claire’s body. As he circled her his hand felt her gorgeous ass and then her breast.

Claire giggled nervously. Watching Runner cover Porcelain shot her arousal into a new stratosphere. She needed to get Jamie home for an hour and fought to control herself this close to him.

“Let me see them, Claire,” he breathed into her ear. “Please lass, make them bounce for me for just a minute.”

Jamie had her shirt unbuttoned in thirty seconds and unclasped her bra. Her naked breasts, now bigger due to the pregnancy, were out and proud for her man. He closed in on her holding one of them in his warm hand. Squeezing and caressing, pinching her nipple until she grasped at him. He held her bra out and then clasped it back to her body. He re-buttoned her shirt while her chest heaved from the contact.

“I…I am going home to rest a bit before my afternoon appointments.”

“Let me drive ye lass, I could use a nap myself.”

When they were safely away from the barn Claire attached herself to Jamie making him stretch his neck to see around her. She ran her tongue up his neck to his ear and circled it, warm and wet. Jamie made a land-speed record getting home and lifted her out of the truck.

“Why Misses Fraser, ye look positively done in by what ye saw.”

Claire’s half-lidded eyes sent a clear warning that he was not to dally and tease because she needed hardcore loving this instant. Jamie laughed and carried her up to the bedroom.

“How would the lady like to be loved today?”

“I need a brute.”

Jamie chuckled at her intensity, “Well then, one brute coming up.”

The first scan to test for pregnancy is scheduled fifteen days after live cover, and the whole barn seemed ready to explode with the waiting. On day fifteen, Jason assisted Claire with Porcelain’s scan while Jamie waited outside the stall. Claire knew he was pacing and smiled to herself. She could already see the bump of a tiny developing horse. She was overcome, “oh Porcelain.” Claire laid her head on the mare's neck and Jamie mistook her action for an empty uterus. He stopped pacing and stared at her.

“You are going to be such a good mother sweetheart.”

“Is she or not Sassenach?”

Claire smiled and shook her head yes. Jamie exhaled the breath he was holding and whoops went up throughout the barn. Runner was fertile, Porcelain was pregnant, and the fanciest mares in the nation would start coming in next week. Those that were from Kentucky would be transported to the compound for breeding and returned home. Those that were flown in would stay for at least twenty days, some longer if they did not conceive on with the first cover.

It was a glorious time at Highland Brothers Farm.

As spring came to Kentucky, the wildflowers bloomed, the rain came, the fields and pastures were blue-green and lush, and new babies practiced using their long legs to run and leap.

Jason walked into the breeding barn every morning and reviewed the mares to be covered with Claire. They had to work very closely to schedule them and with Lulu’s help made sure each mare was covered as many times as necessary without exhausting Runner or depleting his sperm count. It was a revolving door of mares into and out of their facility that kept Claire on her feet all day and sometimes all night with a foaling dam. Night watch was shared between Rupert, Angus, Jason, and Jamie, to keep the mares calm and call Claire when a dam was in labor.

When Steve graduated from the academy, he joined Jamie’s crew because they needed another set of hands. He pitched in with breeding through may and took one night a week to sleep in the barn. He loved being at the compound but still dreamed of racing to a fire almost every night. When he was hired by a local fire station Jamie and Claire threw him a party with the whole crew and Steve’s friends from the academy. Claire was so proud of him.

Jamie worried constantly about Claire. She had stepped back from her practice in mid-July because she was exhausted from the workload of the past six months. She could rest more now that the foals were all born, and the breeding season was over. She was back to cooking sumptuous meals every night and created a magnificent nursery with Jamie.

“Sweetheart, Molly is here to drive me to town for supplies. We will stop for coffee or something so two hours tops.”

She leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek and then she was gone. Jamie was on his phone the second the front door closed and shortly after, Rupert, Angus, and Steve, joined Jamie on hands and knees as they assembled the track and narrow shelf that would go completely around the nursery. Jamie kept looking at his watch as the shelf was installed and then the track. When the train pieces were pulled out, they all started playing with them as Jamie rolled his eyes.

When Claire came home, she found Jamie sitting in the same chair with the same work in front of him. She smiled, so happy he could relax a bit and just sit while she was gone.

“Wait Sassenach, let me carry those bags upstairs. Come with me to point to where these belong.”

Claire reached for the switch, but the light did not go on. Instead, an adorable train, five cars long, with multicolored lights underneath it, was rolling along a track that had not been there when she left. She was mesmerized watching it. Bubbles poured out of the smokestack and the rhythmic noise was almost hypnotizing.

“That is the cutest little train! How did you do all this while I was gone?”

“The lads helped.”

Jamie screwed the light bulb tighter into the lamp and the room flooded with light. “I wanted ye to first see it like the bairn will see it .”

Claire walked around the room looking at the mitered shelf that was attached to the wall without visible means of support. She looked closely at the train, so cute, and gender-neutral.

They had opted out of ultrasounds through Claire’s pregnancy unless medically necessary. She was sure it was a girl, but poor Jamie was completely in the happy-dark. She hugged her husband moving the beach ball to the side.

“You are already the best father, sweetheart.”

Jamie’s chest tightened with that compliment and he hugged her as close as he dared. One more month was going to kill him, but manage he must.

Claire slowed down during the next week. Under the watchful eye of her husband, she had plenty of time to rest up for the big event. Jamie worried about the distance to Lexington hospital, but they were prepared for a long labor and would leave with the first contraction. He had devoured four books on gestation, childbirth, and emergency procedures during labor and delivery. The latter he requested from Steve and read it three times when alone in his office. He was prepared for any eventuality and presented a composed and strong demeanor to Claire for which she was grateful.

Jamie’s head popped up from his work when he heard Claire coming into his office.

“Sassenach! What a nice surprise. Everything okay love?”

She seemed timid when she sat down on his office couch with a sigh. “Yes, I am right as rain, maybe a bit lonely in the house is all. Can I help with anything?”

Jamie kept her busy with the build-up of tasks while Lulu and Jason were on vacation. Anywhere he went in the barn, she was right behind him. He had to turn slowly or run her down. Something about that neediness was a warning sign to Jamie and he put his arm around her to lead her back to the office. She moved from the couch to the chair across from his desk and sighed a lot.

“I think a nice drive to Lexington is in order Sassenach. Please don’t move, I’m tellin the lads we’re leaving.”

Jamie hoped she would stay seated and ran through the compound whistling for his friends. While he explained he was taking Claire to the hospital they heard a blood-curdling scream from his office and started running.

“Claire! What’s happened?”

She was on her hands and knees on the floor, breathing heavily.

“My water broke and I want to push! It feels like she is right between my legs Jamie!”

“That’s impossible,” he whispered. With the emergency procedures forgotten at the moment, Jamie called the fire station and asked for Steve. He described the symptoms and heard the one thing he dreaded.

“Get her to the couch, on her back, get several clean sheets, a pillow, a stack of towels. I bring the rest, be there in five.”

The line went dead in Jamie’s hand and he stared at the phone until Claire screamed his name. He held out house keys to Angus, told him where the linens were kept, and told him what to bring. Angus ran for his truck to gather the supplies.

Claire was barely hanging on through the painful contractions and bit down on the pain to stop the scream that threatened to come out. She heard the wail of the sirens coming and vaguely recognized the sound of a fire engine. She wondered where the fire was until another contraction gripped her and she told Jamie she had to push. He asked her to puff with him, but she couldn’t hear him anymore. Her body was responding to the ancient call to bear down and she could not stop.

When Steve came rushing into the office, he was carrying two large cases that were quickly opened as monitors were attached to Claire. The sheets were delivered, and Steve covered the couch and Claire’s lower half. He talked to her the whole time, explaining what was happening. When he looked under the sheet he almost fainted. The baby was crowning and on her next push, he could see much more of the head.

Two other EMT’s came in, one had an open line to the hospital, the other was checking the monitors. Jamie felt so helpless and terrified. Steve asked him to sit at Claire’s head and hold her hand, encourage her to push when she got too tired. He gently held the baby’s head and pressed back on Claire’s tissue as someone handed him a bulb aspirator to clear the airways.

Steve never stopped talking to Claire who was struggling to find the energy to keep up the constant pushing. The next contraction pushed one shoulder out and Claire laid back on the pillow and panted. Jamie caught a tear that squeezed out the corner of her eye and kissed her cheek before resuming his prayers. He was white with fright.

Steve looked at the monitor and saw another contraction coming, he hoped this would at least get the other shoulder out, it was the hardest part for Claire. When she was gripped with the powerful pain, Jamie helped her up as she groaned, red-faced, into the pushing. It went on longer than the others and it panicked Jamie until he heard Steve’s excited voice telling her to push, it was almost over.

“Jamie! Come here and see your baby girl be born!”

Another EMT slapped gloves on Jamie and Steve pulled his hands to support his daughter’s head and back placing his own hands over the father’s. When Claire groaned through another contraction, the tiny body shot out into her father’s hands. In a single heartbeat, Jamie fell in love with the tiny creature before she was whisked away.

Jamie had tears streaming down his cheeks as he kissed Claire’s face and told her how brave she was.

“Ye did it love. Ye have a beautiful daughter. She is beautiful, but she has red hair. Sorry.”

Claire laughed out loud as Jamie picked her up and laid her on the gurney. Steve laid the bundled baby on her chest and she was loaded into the ambulance for the trip to Lexington. Steve was still connected by phone to her doctor. He read all monitors to her and smiled when she told him, “excellent job, the mother was in good hands.”

Jamie just watched his two girls and hardly heard a single sound except the baby grunting a bit and Claire cooing to her. Time and space fell away for him until the doors opened in Lexington and he jumped out. As the gurney was rolled away Claire shouted for him and her fright was replaced with a smile when he walked by her side.

“Always and forever Jamie?”

“Never to be parted, love.”

Steve ran up to Jamie and pumped his hand saying what a beautiful daughter he had. Jamie watched him run back to the ambulance kicking his heals three times. It was his first delivery, of a dear friend, no less. He was a very happy EMT today. Jamie ran to catch up with Claire.

The hospital was very pro father so Jamie was able to stay with Claire and baby while her doctor stitched up the tearing and verified her uterus was empty. Jamie liked the female doctor because she was direct and left nothing to the imagination.

“Well, you defied the odds that predicted a long labor and ample time to get to the hospital.” She looked at Claire, “are you alright after such a scare?”

Like music to Jamie’s ears, she stated she was perfectly fine with a new daughter and a devilishly handsome husband, making the doctor laugh.

Later, in the early evening, Claire was napping so Jamie sat next to his daughter and stared at the remarkable tiny human. His heart rate shot up when she stretched and grunted. Jamie so wanted to hold her, but the grunts became louder and her little chin started to quiver. Jamie was completely undone when the wailing started.

“Will you bring her to me, Jamie?”

He had read all about how to hold and transport a newborn. He slipped his hand under her head and lifted her into his arms. She went quiet suddenly and opened her eyes making Jamie’s heart nearly stop in his chest. The wailing resumed and baby was laid at Claire’s breast. When the baby latched onto a nipple Jamie watched with new tears stinging his eyes. He pulled out his phone and clicked pictures of mother and child.

Claire put a fresh diaper on her baby girl and looked closely at her, now sleeping peacefully with a belly full of milk.

“Nothing we have will work, Jamie.”

“Sassenach, I dinna ken they even make what er we lack.”

She felt her heart melt with the return of his contracted speech and never loved him so much.

“None of the names we have will work. Her name is Faith.”

Jamie looked at the baby, “Faith.”

Claire and Faith were asleep and Jamie smiled at the now-forgotten nipple inside her open mouth. He changed her and bundled her tightly before setting her in the bassinet on her side. It was three o’clock in the morning and he couldn’t wait for her to wake up again, wailing, so he could pick her up for a few magical seconds. He wanted to hold his wife so badly and looked at the cold Lazy Boy, moving toward it.

“Jamie, can you lay with me, please. I’m cold and I miss you.”

When he pulled her against his chest she sighed in his warmth and protection. He is such a good man she thought.

“I love you is woefully short of the emotion I feel Jamie. It is my life’s mission to find a way to express my love.”

“Ye already have lass, and she sleeps not three feet away.” He kissed her temple and cuddled her to his warmth.

The miracles came daily for the Fraser’s as they settled into parenthood. Molly and Lulu could not stay away, and it seemed one of them was always with Claire during the first three weeks. Jamie would rush home to find everything done, his wife and daughter sound asleep giving him peace of mind to return to work.

In October, when the leaves were in full color, Claire bundled Faith into her carriage for a walk around their favorite lake. Jamie was telling her about the race results of the yearlings when Claire squealed with delight and pointed at the baby. Jamie decided she was just as cute as always and continued his discussion stopping abruptly when Faith smiled at him. Jamie stopped in his tracks and looked closely at the dimples that punctuated her face. He had never seen them because they only appeared when she smiled. After that, he lived for Faith’s next smile.

Near the end of November, Claire received a package from Sports Illustrated. She ran for a knife and pulled out a large softcover book. It was a coffee table book, with hundreds of HD pictures of her and Runner. There was text running through the pictures that told the story of a miracle baby horse and the woman he chose to make him a champion. A separate page was dedicated to each of his races and Claire turned the pages reading every word. She was jolted by the close-ups of her winner’s tears laying tracks in her dirty cheeks, and looking up at Runner with her hands on his face. A close up of her face set in calm determination in the Belmont gate just minutes before she won the Triple Crown.

When Claire turned the page to the Kentucky Derby, Nosh had captured her salute to the governor and Claire felt the damn break behind her eyes and the tears gushed. She held a towel under her nose and read the tribute to the first woman to win that distinguished race.

Jamie stood frozen at the door watching Claire cry. He looked at the book on her lap and smiled at his darling baby.

“Are ye alright Sassenach?”

She looked up through watery eyes and shook her head yes. “May I leave you two for a bit? There is someone I need to see.”

“Of course love.”

Claire walked to the pasture gate searching for them and decided to walk the bluegrass until he smelled her. In under a minute she heard a whiny and saw him galloping toward her, tossing his head in a bouncy gate. Coming up the rear was a fat Porcelain, looking fit and pregnant. Claire threw her arms open wide and walked into his chest locking her hands around his neck.

Runner sniffed her all over and nickered to her showing mental images of her hugging him. There was static in the images and she really had to concentrate to see them. Runner was obviously happy to see her but quickly bolted away to chase Porcelain. Claire was thrilled to see Runner, but she no longer felt the deep connection with him.

Over the next week, the images that he used to communicate could no longer be seen. At first, she struggled not to lose them until she saw Runner, so happy in his new life, a champion forever.

When the first snow fell in January, Claire and Jamie were at the gate to bring Runner and Porcelain in for the night. She saw them through the heavy snowfall, heads tossing and kicking back legs into the air. It was horse nirvana. Claire took a deep breath and opened her soul, letting go of Runner, feeling him blow away from her while she watched him play. It was an intensely private moment, just she and Runner saying goodbye.

Claire later explained what happened in an email to Nosh, saying she no longer heard animals talk.

Nosh replied with his infinite wisdom.

‘My dearest Claire, the odds have not been so heavily stacked against a horse since Sea Biscuit and here he is, a champion for the ages. Your gift made it possible. You can focus on your loving family now but stay alert. I expect you will converse with animals again someday. When he needs you. Love Nosh’

Claire whispered, “thank you, my friend.” She felt closure from his words, infinitely better deep inside where she missed Runner. Her sadness was replaced with knowing she would ride him through the volumes of history yet to be written. They would never be forgotten.

As the days turned into months and then into years the breeding and foaling season came and went as they all waited for a superstar to be born from Midnight Runner. Lulu kept diligent records of the offspring and how they did racing. Porcelain was bred three times in four years, the first two colts were sold at Keenan. The third was a filly, such a light grey she looked pure white. She was a beauty and Jamie kept her to race, and then breed.

He was partial to the little filly because she was brave and funny and big. After she was weened he turned her out with Runner every chance he got and was blown away by her speed when they chased each other. She was registered Midnight Love.

Claire kissed her daughter’s cheeks a dozen times while Faith giggled and counted to twelve. Jason tapped his horn outside, and Claire handed her new son to his father with a kiss. He held her to him.

“Ye promised no more than three hours lassie, do ye remember?”

She looked into crystal blue eyes, “I’ll be back in two.”

Jason chatted on about his upcoming wedding glancing at the top folder and staring at the name of the facility.

“Why does that name sound so familiar?”

Claire looked at him like an afterthought, “hmm?”

When she jumped out of the truck, she noticed a distinct shift inside of her and wondered if she could be pregnant again so soon.

Later in the day, Jason walked the last yearling to the cross ties.

“My leg hurts.”

Claire looked up at who was talking and saw no one. “My leg hurts.” She was getting annoyed at someone playing tricks on her. She investigated the nearby stalls and around corners but found no one. When she turned around her mind filled with an image of her limping in pain with every step. She looked down at her boots taking deep breaths to steady her nerves. When she looked up at the one-year-old colt she felt him cry.

She put her hands on his cheeks, “my sweet boy, what has happened to you?”

She felt the stabbing pain in her own shoulder and pulled out her portable x-ray machine. Jason looked at his watch and suggested they get going so Jamie didn’t have his private parts in a vise.

“Are you referring to your balls Jason?”

Claire laughed at his deep blush. “Ah, yea.”

Claire handed the x-ray to the owner and explained the issue with his limping.

“He has a malformation of the shoulder causing pain when he moves that leg. If he’s to start boot camp this year we must fix it now. Let me know when to schedule the surgery.”

Claire joined Jason walking to the truck when she called to the owner, “who is the sire of that colt?”

“Midnight Runner!”

Claire felt her lungs evacuate and the blood race to her toes. She moved to the truck while a big shaggy dog jumped into the air in front of her.

“Hi! Hi! You want to play? Hi! Here, throw the ball! Watch how high I jump! Throw it! Now is good, throw the ball, throw the ball!”

Jason came around and held her arm into the truck. He was worried about her ghostly pallor. “You alright Claire? What happened back there?”

“Runner’s son just asked me to help him.”

Jason’s head whipped around to stare at her. Suddenly a smile broke across her face and seemed to light up the inside of the truck.

“That colt is our new project Jason and things are gonna get dicey in a couple of months. He won’t want to run because each time in the past the pain has been terrible. Don’t worry, I have a plan.”

Jason’s mouth had dropped open and his head shook slowly side to side.

She continued. “You know Michael is miserable in his faculty position, maybe I should introduce him to the owner. A season on the track might be just what he needs.”

“Claire, Midnight Love starts boot camp this summer, isn’t the colt a conflict of interest?”

“Certainly not. I love them both and will help each of them on the road to the Derby.” Claire got quiet and looked out the window. “If by some miracle they both have a gate position next May, I hope Midnight Love wins. The first filly in history to win the Kentucky Derby.”

Claire looked up at the twin spires of Church Hill Downs and was flooded with memories of racing Runner on this track. She and Jamie were VIP’s with the best table where Claire signed eight by ten glossy photos of she and Runner crossing the finish line of the Kentucky Derby five years ago. They were treated to the best food and whisky all day and a great time was had by both of them. The party atmosphere swept them away.

The loudspeaker announced the parade of competitors was about to begin and Claire stretched her neck to see the track below. Jamie pulled her out of her seat and headed for the exit door. This was too important to be cooped up here in this finery.

They watched the horses being ponied and Claire searched madly for Midnight Love, exhaling a breath when she was found, bringing up the rear, just like her father. They found a place to watch on the rail and Claire thought she might stroke out waiting for the horses to load into the gate. The seconds turned to hours. When the gate slammed open twenty-one horses made a mad dash for the track. Midnight Love was unimpressed with the males crashing into one another but as soon as they were away, she cantered out like it was a ride in the park. She was dead last causing Jamie to jump up and down yelling for her to run!

Michael pushed in between Claire and Jamie with a big smile looking from one to the other and laughing at Jamie having some kind of fit because his horse was in last place.

“What kind of crack-pot trainer are ye Michael, look at her, I expect her to wander into the infield and start pickin daisies for Christ sake.”

“This is your chance of a lifetime sweetheart, it’s time to win,” Claire said to no one in particular. But her eyes were closed so she could mentally tell the filly it was time to fly.

As if a firecracker went off in her butt, Midnight Love burst into a gallop and shot forward like a white bullet and the crowd went wild. She ran up on the outside and overtook the pack with ease setting her sight on the lead horse, her brother. When Love decided it was time to win the race there was little that could stop her. Claire held her breath watching Love extend into each stride with the jockey barely able to hang on. As the two horses barreled down the home stretch Love inched forward just before they crossed the finish line. It was a photo finish and the announcer’s incredulous voice finally told the world Midnight Love was the winner of the one hundred forty-ninth Kentucky Derby, the first filly ever to win the race!

“That’s my girl,” Claire said out loud. She opened her eyes to Jamie and Michael doing a chest bump in pure male glee.

When Jamie looked at his wife, he hugged her tightly. Another Derby win for Highland Brothers Farm. The future could not be brighter.

The End

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Blood and Stone - 28

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“You really can’t make this guy happy,” Tony complains, painting over scratches in his armor. “We kill almost three dozen vampires and all he remarks on is that Rumlow got away.”

“Nat’s friend killed half of them,” Bruce remarks quietly. “And Rumlow, that’s really going to be an issue.”

Natasha totally forgot about Steve until she sees him sitting on the bed, looking around nervously as Bruce takes a blood probe. He looks exactly the same, though, almost unnaturally buff and blonde. Reminds her of the prototypic worker from the old Soviet propaganda. She leans in the door, watching and waiting until they notice her on their own.

“Come on, what’s he going to do?” Tony asks, putting the shoulder plate down. “Run to Schmidt crying for help?”

Steve is the first to notice her, looking even more nervous. “Oh. Hi?”

“Hi,” she replies, raising her dented biteguard. “Just wanted to ask whether you can fix this thing or I have to throw it away.”

Bruce startles and spins, blushing. “Oh. Natasha. Didn’t see you there.”

She doesn’t want to deal with that right now so she drops the biteguard in front of Tony who picks it up, frowning, pulling on it until it’s creaking miserably. “Wow. That thing’s totally done for. Really, you were this close to getting bitten.”

Must have been the dark-haired woman from the hunting party. Well, she’s dead now so what does it matter. “Wasn’t, though.”

Tony snorts. “Smartass. I guess your vampire friend can’t complain if you turn into a vampire as well.”

“Well, I wouldn’t like that,” she returns. "What's he doing in here? I thought he's fine now."

Apparently, Steve’s not fine enough to have a conversation. “Not that simple,” Bruce replies, corking up a vial. “We’re not sure he’s really stable. Especially under extreme conditions like, you know, fighting vampires.”

“I think I’m good,” Steve tries, pressing a bandaid on the tiny wound. “Really. I’m feeling-”

“Let’s just put him through the paces already,” Tony interrupts. “See whether he can handle it.”

Bruce rolls his eyes, putting the vial in the shaking machine that has some fancy scientific name. “I’m not sure I can help him if he goes into cardiac arrest or something. I want to understand how his body works first.”

“Hey,” Natasha addresses Steve. “You wanna fight? Go a few rounds?”

Steve blushes. Bruce groans. “Nat. Please.”

“I promise not to kill him,” Natasha states. “Come on. Are you just gonna sit there?”

Steve looks around helplessly. “Uh. I mean, I- if you say- if it’s okay- well, I should get changed first.”

“Yeah, do that,” Natasha advises, watches his broad back as he gets up and walks to the door. “Not going to go easy on you.”

“You’re really fucking high on vampire blood, aren’t you,” Tony remarks, sawing her biteguard apart.

“So what,” she returns. “So is he.”

Bruce shakes his head, taking the glasses off. “You’re even cockier than usual, Natasha.”

Tony grins. “Yeah, looks like the virus has psychological effects after all, right? Like I said.”

“Like you said?” Natasha repeats. “What did you say?”

Bruce sighs, cleaning his glasses. “I don’t think you want to hear that.”

Well, that doesn’t really curb her interest. “Come the fuck on.”

“Bruce took another blood probe from your friend,” Tony tells her gleefully. “His virus count is as high as ever. Seems like it only went down during your accidental baby making.”

“What the fuck,” Natasha remarks.

“It does raise some questions,” Bruce admits. “About why it went down.”

“Basically, it’s either that he wanted to fuck you so bad it pushed the vampire side back,” Tony states. “Or, alternatively, the vampire side saw the chance to seduce you and retreated voluntarily so he could do that. And now you have the baby so there’s no need for that anymore.”

Bruce was right, she didn’t want to hear that. “Are you saying he wants to fuck me because he’s a vampire?”

“No one’s arguing he wouldn’t be attracted to you if he were human,” Bruce specifies. “But we know he can smell women who are ovulating and it seems he responds to that. The question is whether it’s the vampire viruses that respond to that or some residual humanness.”

“Bobbi thinks the vampire thing wants to reproduce in any way possible,” Tony adds. “Including sexually.”

So that’s what she meant, what James is or is not aware of. The thought scares her. “But he- wouldn’t he be more interested in the baby then? If the baby was the whole point?”

“No idea,” Bruce replies, turning off the shaking machine. “But sexual reproduction probably wasn’t very high on Zola’s mind when he made the virus cocktail, so it might just be a side effect from the urge to bite people. I mean, vampires hardly care what becomes of the fledglings they make. More like martens in a blood frenzy.”

Her head is spinning. “I guess you’ll see soon,” Tony suggests ominously.

Fortunately, the door opens just then and Steve’s head peeks in from way too high. He’s really huge. “I’d be ready. If you still-”

“Of course,” she snaps, shouldering past him. “Training room. Now.”

He moves relatively quietly, for his size, she hardly hears him following her. She wonders whether that has something to do with his strength, wonders how strong he even is. “Weren’t you- pregnant?” he asks.

“Yes,” she returns, not bothering to turn around.

“And now?” he asks quite stupidly.

“Now I’m not,” she states coldly, knocking the door to the training room open. It’s empty. Good.

Steve clears his throat, stopping outside. “Right. Sorry I asked.”

She shrugs, starting to wrap her wrists, not caring whether he thinks she aborted or miscarried or whatever. Doesn’t make a difference. It’s not her baby, she doesn’t have a baby. “Are you gonna stay standing there?”

Steve blushes. He’s very light-skinned, much like her, so it really shows. “I don’t- I don’t want to hit you.”

Right. He may have amnesia but he’s still old-fashioned. “Well, I’m going to hit you. You either stop me or you don’t.”

He gulps. “Where’s Bucky?”

Oh my God, he probably has qualms about being alone with her. It takes her a moment to understand who he's talking about. “Sleeping. Why, are you two best friends now?"

"Well, he- he helps me settle in, kind of," Steve admits, proceeding into the room slowly. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

She jumps at him, not caring that he's not even on the mat yet, he ducks out from under her fist reflexively, she hits him again and he catches her arm but does it too gently, she rips it back with the vampire strength and kicks him in the torso so hard he tumbles back, hands raised. She goes after him, punch after punch, and he retreats bit by bit, blocking quickly without hitting back, she grabs his arm and yanks it out so she can swing up on his shoulders, kicking against the wall full force so he tumbles down, and makes sure she lands not only safely but also with her legs around his neck.

He's extraordinarily red in the face though she's not even choking him that hard and he raises his hand to tap out but lowers it instead of touching her thigh. She snorts, her knee pressed against his chin so he couldn't bite her but probably also couldn't talk, and releases him before he suffocates out of politeness. He scrambles to a safe distance quickly. "Wow, you're- you're strong."

"Yep." She gets up, tugging her ponytail straight. "Temporary, though."

He hesitates, visibly willing the redness from his face. "Is that- is that the vampire blood?"

"Helped me recover," she replies. "I mean, helped you not to die, too."

He frowns, staring at the ground. "I don't remember."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she returns. "Get up, we're not done."

He obeys quite automatically. "Yes, Ma'am. For me, it seems permanent. I mean, at least so far, I don't know-"

She strikes him so he'll stop talking and his reflexes are fast but she’s relentless and ruthless, hitting his chest and his shoulder, he barely ducks out under her sweeping kick, she grabs his arm to throw him but this time, he doesn’t let her, holding it steadfast so she ends up pulling herself towards him, his big hand lands on her shoulder so she doesn’t crash into him and then- then he just holds her there, hand on her shoulder, hers wrapped around his forearm, his smell overwhelming her heightened senses but in an unbelievably pleasant way- she could knee him in the groin but she’s transfixed, breathing him in, his mouth is hanging slightly open and his lips are a lush pink, and- she has to think hard about the last time she was attracted to a man, a human man, must have been- the thought breaks off when Steve blushes and drops his arms, both of them, staring down, clearing his throat, all of it, she still feels the muscles gliding through under her fingertips, not stone-like but stringy, not flat but bulging, not dead but alive. “You’re strong,” she says, voicing her only thought.

Steve blushes even more, looking at some spot on the floor to her right. “Wasn’t- wasn’t always.”

“You remember that?” she questions.

He bites his lip, genuinely pensive but her hormones are all over the place. “Somehow. Yeah. Something.”

If she was listening to him objectively, she’d say he sounds like a complete idiot, but she’s not listening objectively, she’s not really listening at all, she’s just breathing him in and hoping he’ll never ever step away. She’s never smelled anything this intense, this good . “Yeah?”

He frowns. “I don’t really know- I just know I used to feel differently. Frailer. Now I feel like everything around me is frail.”

She’s been on the other side of that feeling before, knows how James’ clawed fingers trailed carefully down her spine thinking how easily he could snap it, rip her apart. She was wrong earlier, Steve isn’t really human, doesn’t even smell human- or maybe he’s more human than anyone else will ever be. “I’m frail?”

He blushes again, though it seems like a different kind of embarrassment now. “Didn’t mean to- yes. I mean, you’re strong. Very strong. But- yes.”

She is, indeed. She remembers when she was stretched so thin she’d have burst under the smallest additional pressure, the smallest additional stress, just days ago. She’s really just a thin-skinned blood bag and she’s increasingly aware of it now that- now that she can smell her own blood.

The admission shocks her for a moment and somehow Steve steps away just then, the smell moving but not disappearing at all. She can smell her own blood and she’s not even bleeding. Like a vampire. An old vampire. It probably takes years until they can smell the blood through intact skin and she just- what is she even? What is Steve? They’re both removed from- humanity somehow, human-adjacent at best, but Steve at least smells nice and pleasant and decidedly non-evil and she- she wonders what she smells like. Steve clears his throat. “Sorry.”

The hair on the back of her neck stands and she can’t rationally tell why. “Do you- feel that?”

“Yes,” he replies, much to her surprise, and before she can ask him what he feels, the door swings open and James is standing there, just behind the doorstep, as if he actually couldn’t cross it. “Are you okay?”

Her head is spinning. “I think we’re okay,” Steve replies hesitantly. “Or-”

“Seems so,” James replies. “Don’t worry about it. I think they’re making dinner now.”

It’s dark outside but it gets dark early, in December. “Are they?” Steve repeats awkwardly. “Do you think I could- would it be weird if-”

It would be super amusing, James coaching someone in, of all things, socializing , but her head is elsewhere. “Sure,” James replies. “Just go. Sharon’s down there.”

Of course. Steve seems instantly delighted. “Oh, okay. I’ll go then.”

He really moves in a strange way, and very quietly, too. James slips inside before Steve walks out, door falling shut loudly. “You okay?"

Steve's strong smell still lingers. She presses her palms to her cheeks, finding them hot. "Yeah. Just- my hormones are all over the place."

James chuckles, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "Yeah, no, I know. I smell it. Hear your heartbeat, too."

Her palms are sweaty. Well, this is awkward. "How the fuck does he smell so fucking good?"

"No idea," James replies. "No one else seems to have noticed. Thought it was- but it's not like it makes me want to drink his blood."

"Just breathe it in," Natasha finishes, dropping her hands. "Oh man."

"Hate to break it to you but he's head over heels for Sharon," James teases her. "Sorry."

She snorts. They probably couldn't have talked like this earlier on, she remembers how he got jealous over Clint, but their relationship feels different now. And how couldn't it, after everything? "Can't imagine she likes that."

"Nope, she's mad he can't remember her grandma," James agrees. "Which is not really his fault but… well, looks like he has a type."

She steps up to him, thinking about how he slept in the armchair and only took the bed after she got up. "Give me your hand?"

He sighs, uncrossing his arms. "Natalia-"

"I know, I know," she hurries to say. "Just- I need to know."

"It's not gonna work," he says quietly. "Even if I want it to."

She takes his hand anyway, careful around the gray claws, and it's cool and smooth and hard as marble, and it stays that way even when she squeezes it. She never even could have had sex with him like this, it just wouldn't have worked. "Does it work with Steve?"

James looks down at the gray horn claw against her pale skin. "Yes."

"With Sharon?" she asks, twisting her hand into his palm. “Pepper?”

He snorts, cold caress. “How the fuck am I supposed to know? Trust me, they don’t even like me being around.”

That sounds like his self-consciousness talking. “Tony and Bruce were speculating you might smell… lady smells.”

“Your period,” he returns. “Yeah, sure.”

It’s not even uncomfortable, holding his cold hand. “Not that. More like- fertility.”

He sighs. “Probably. I mean, that’s just hormones, isn’t it? You definitely smell differently throughout the month.”

She didn’t expect him to say yes. “Do I? Still?”

“I meant generally,” he replies. “Not sure about now. But everyone smells differently over time, with where they’ve been and how long they slept and what they ate. I couldn’t identify which part of that is your menstrual cycle. Unless you’re bleeding.”

“But maybe you’re attracted to the smell,” she suggests. “The- the fertile smell.”

“Sure, why not,” he returns. “I mean, how often did I tell you you smell good? I just can’t tell why you smell good.”

So not aware. “But I don’t smell good right now,” she prompts.

“No, but you’re still full of vampire blood, aren’t you?” he asks back. “That’s a strong smell.”

She sighs, letting go of his cold hand. “I really don’t know what to make of all this.”

“I can’t identify most smells,” James replies. “Mostly, it’s just… that’s a human smell. Everything beyond that is almost impossible to say with certainty.”

“And you hate garlic,” she jokes.

He grimaces, fangs peeking through. “I actually don’t like that one. Too intense.”

This is starting to get comical, though something in her brain connects at that moment. “I think Steve- it’s not the same but he smells a little like the baby. But it doesn’t- it doesn’t smell good.”

“Mhm.” He stares at the wall, frowning. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should drive there sometime,” she suggests intensely. “Don’t you want to see- her?”

He closes his eyes. “Nat, I- I shouldn’t. I can’t know anything Schmidt might get out of me later. Shouldn’t see it, shouldn’t know where it is, shouldn’t know its smell.”

Horror mixes with desire. It’s hard to untangle the two. “But you want to.”

“Yeah,” he admits, which fills her with dread. “I don’t know, I’m glad you’re back and healthy and- I think it just won’t be real until I see it.”

Even worse that his emotions and desires are so pure and she literally tried to smother the fucking thing, and now she’s pretending she’s a doting mother who just wants to- Stop. “Guess you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t even have come here still smelling like-”

“You smell like Steve,” he interrupts her. “Don’t know what it is about him but it’s sticky.”

She smiles, molding against him. “But it’s not enough for…?”

He shakes his head, pecking her lips with his stone cold ones. “Sorry.”

She doesn’t even really feel like it, to be honest. Maybe she’s subconsciously still thinking about what happened last time. Maybe it’s some other hormonal bullshit. She’s officially a mess and by now, she’s fairly okay with it. “Never gonna be the same again, is it.”

“Wouldn’t be so sure about-” James starts but then the door is ripped open. It’s Sam and for a moment, just a moment, she sees something flash through his eyes, until she’s stepped back and Sam has willed it away. “Dinner,” he says. “And then we should discuss the patrol for the night.”

“Yeah, we should,” James agrees, keeping his hands on her arms. “Probably will be a calm one but you never know.”

“Exactly,” Sam agrees, somehow quite tense. “Just- just come down.”

She sees it again before the door falls shut, feels James’ fingers tightening around her upper arms, knows he saw it, too. And she feels it, like a gut punch, the exact emotion she saw on Sam’s face as he looked at James’ claws around her arm, at her body touching his, at their physical closeness.

Disgust.

#blood and stone #buckynat #vampire au #natasha romanoff #black widow #bucky barnes #winter soldier #steve rogers #captain america #fanfic #my writing

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aire101 · 4 years ago

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Ferrum Chapter 4

Hey y'all, got this chapter out a bit sooner than the last one!

For those who read the light novels of SAO this chapter will be kinda familiar, for those who have only watched the anime, this is the town where Kirito ran to after leaving Klein in Episode 1, and the quest where he got his Anneal Blade we see in the series.

Also, while I make no promises that it will make it into the story, I am open to suggestions on what kind of adventures or shenanigans you would like to see the boys get up to in SAO. As I've mentioned previously I don't really intend to get the boys mixed up too much in the main canon, so if there's an aspect of the SAO world in general you'd like to see explored outside of the main battles and Kirito's storyline I'm open to considering it. I'm also ok with interactions with known characters, just trying to avoid writing the whole Kirito centric Aincrad arc.

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Activate-Vertical slash-hold

“Switch!”

1-2

“Switch!”

Defend-rage spike, upward strike—

“SWITCH!”

Peter fell back again, the post motion-delay that set in for a measly few seconds was nevertheless a highly vulnerable moment that he and Mr. Stark had figured out a work around for early on in their trek. The boars from Day 1 had been easy one hit kills, so they hadn’t noticed the system forced post-motion cool down period until they had been fighting on the road the next day. Their tag-team approach served them well, and best that Peter could tell from when they came upon other players in the wild, most of the rest had come to the same conclusion that they had. Because of that, it was unusual these days to find someone soloing in the pvp areas by choice.

Mr. Stark switched in with a strong horizontal slash, bringing the Little Nepenthe's HP down to zero.

“You know, I was never one for plants anyway, but after this quest I swear to god I will never put a single point into the gardening skill,” said Mr. Stark as he sheathed his sword.

“I’ve told you, green stuff is sadness and disappointment solidified,” replied Peter, following suit.

“I still expect you to eat your greens, kid.”

“It’s a tragedy, I tell you. Here we are, trapped in a fantasy game and every meal is still served with vegetables.”

“Yeah, that’s the real tragedy here.”

“I want my money back.”

“You weren’t even the one who bought the game. But either way, I’ll buy you every Playstation, X-Box, and Nintendo game ever in existence when we get back if you just never touch a full dive ever again,” said Mr. Stark, laughing.

And there’s Peter’s daily reminder that he still hadn’t informed Mr. Stark of the horrific truth of his situation.

“I think it’s time to call it a night, Underoos.”

“Is this quest even worth it? We’ve been out here for like three days weeding these things out. The drop rate on this thing is atrocious,” moaned Peter.

“From what our source says, this quest has one of the best weapons you can find on this floor as it’s reward. And while I’ve been funneling as many points as possible into weapon creation, its not quite where it needs to be to match that yet, so better to start with a good blade and just do the enhancement myself. Also, don’t think I didn’t notice that terrible pun, you should be ashamed.”

“Hey, there’s no shame in my pun game.”

Mr. Stark gave a deep sigh/groan before he turned and started walking back towards the direction of Horunka Village. He probably had rolled his eyes too, but it was impossible to tell through the helmet he always wore.

Night had long since fallen over Aincrad, and it had been dark in the forest even before that. Pale blue light slit through the trees overhead, lighting the path, but otherwise they made their way by memory and intuition. A breeze stirred up leaves from the ground, and Peter shivered slightly from the cool night air.

“Do you think its going to snow here in the winter?” asked Peter.

“If we’re all still here in the winter—which all signs point to yes— I think it will. We can see from the thunderstorm last week it has a functioning variable weather simulator. I wasn’t a part of that programing team obviously, so I don’t know for certain just how far that variable goes, but I would think the primary associated weather variations like rain, snow and heat waves will be included. It might also vary by floor. Probably won’t know the answer to that until we get a few floors opened up,” answered Mr. Stark.

“Huh… something to look forward to I guess,” said Peter.

“Why? You don’t get enough snow in Queens?” Mr. Stark said with a joking tone.

“Yeah, but you know in the real world I kinda have to be careful with the cold. My body temperature runs a bit cooler than the average, so unless I’m in the suit I try to keep exposure to a minimum. In here I can probably spend all day in it with out any trouble,” said Peter.

“I didn’t know that, actually,” said Mr. Stark, this time far more seriously. “You haven’t mentioned it, and I hadn’t thought about that at all.”

“Oh. Well, that built in heater and temperature regulator in the suit pretty much took care of the problem. It’s just something I have to keep in mind,” said Peter, awkwardly trying to cover his slip up. Obviously that had been a conversation they had some time after Mr. Stark’s last memory.

It had been almost two weeks since they had been locked in this game, and Peter was still no where close to figuring out how Mr Stark was even here. And he was equally no where closer to telling Mr. Stark the truth about the events in the real world— Thanos and the Infinity Stones, Mrs. Stark and Morgan, Mr. Stark’s death and Peter’s own—

“Anyway, we should definitely make a day of it once it does. I don’t know about you, but its been years since I built a snowman and I kinda want to change that,” said Peter, quickly diverting his thoughts.

“Sure, might as well. Not like we’re going anywhere fast in here. Though if you start singing Frozen songs I might reconsider.”

“You know, they’ve written out your entire life story in news articles and magazines, but they always leave out how much of a killjoy you are.”

“Whatever, kid. I’m the life of the party.”

“A retirement party, maybe.”

Mr. Stark threw the finger back over his shoulder at Peter and kept walking.

Peter was just just about to follow suit when out of the corner of his eye, the sight of polygons coalescing into a hazy form caught his attention.

It was obviously another Little Nepenthe, but above the typical hellish roots and vines and the bizarre, speckled pitcher plant topped with its gaping fanged mouth, was a large, blood red bloom.

Petter inhaled sharply, the sound causing Mr. Stark to spin around as well.

This was it. This is what they were looking for.

Before the creature could attack and he could second guess himself, Peter drew his sword and leapt in with a swift Horizontal Strike at the plant’s weak spot— the joint between the stalk and the pitcher.

The strike hit true, and before the evil hell plant got even a single chance to spew its corrosive liquids, it dissolved back into broken polygons, leaving behind nothing but the delicate flower holding the Ovule they had searched for.

“Whoa! You actually got one!”

Mr. Stark and Peter both spun around, swords raised. Behind them stood another player no older than Peter, with his arms now raised in a sign of surrender.

“Sorry! I was using my hide skill in here. It doesn’t really work on the Little Nepenthes, but it helps avoid other confrontations,” said the player.

Despite what they said, Peter took a good look around, searching for others. The timing and the seeming lack of a party giving good reason for concern. PKers lurking around valuable drop spots to attack and rob unsuspecting players of their loot wasn’t an uncommon thing in PvP games, and unfortunately not even a full two weeks in, SAO was no exception. In any other game, they may simply be considered griefers. But here, to the best of their knowledge it was nothing short of murder.

“Where’s the rest of your party?” asked Mr. Stark, not lowering his blade.

“Eh, I don’t really have one,” said the guy sheepishly

“Forgive me if I find that a little hard to believe,” said Mr. Stark. “Kid, do you see anyone else? Or are they hidden as well?”

“Look, there’s really no one else, its just me. People in here don’t really like my type,” said the guy, with a sad note in his voice.

“Oh…” said Mr. Stark, voice now tinged more compassion than aggression. “You’re a beta tester, aren’t you kid?”

The guy flinched, but nodded. “Please, I promise I’m just doing some light grinding in the area. There’s no one else, and I already have the quest item.”

Mr. Stark didn’t sheath his sword, but he gave a nod and backed away.

“Alright, good luck then,” he said.

The other player nodded in return, turned and walked back into the woods.

“Pocket the ovule quick and keep an eye out. Don’t sheath your sword until we get back into town,” said Mr. Stark before he began running back in the direction of Horunka village.

Peter slipped the item into his inventory and easily kept pace with the other man. After a few minutes of running, Peter finally spoke up, “Do you think he was telling the truth? Pretty surprising he freely admitted to that. For all he knows we could have been Beta Killers.”

“If we had killed someone our player cursors would still be orange. It is unusual though. He must have figured it was worth the risk to try and get us to back off,” said Mr. Stark. “Poor kid, as if being stuck in this game wasn’t bad enough, having to hide a beta status from other players…”

Just as Mr. Stark had expected that first day, it didn’t take long before the terrified and angry masses started looking for someone to blame. And with Kayaba disappearing into the digital ether, apparently the scapegoats they chose were the 700 or so beta testers who had logged in with the rest that day. According to most pub talk, the beta testers had left the rest of the players in the dust of the Town of Beginnings, getting through the most lucrative quests and hunts before most even dared to leave the city. They were condemned as selfish and greedy, and were therefore persona non-gratis in most parties. Even worse were the stories of betas being outright murdered and monster PK’d. Out of the almost 1000 players who were already dead about two weeks in, around 150 had been beta testers. A staggering amount given how few of them there had been. Plenty had undoubtedly met their end due to the game itself, but many had ended up victims of angry mobs.

Peter didn’t understand it. Yeah, the beta testers had more info and experience than the rest, but they had shared much of that info on the internet before the game even began. Then after a few days in game, vendor markets began carrying a free SAO Guide booklet created by someone called ‘The Rat’, who had clearly made and circulated the original file Ned had uploaded to the Nervegear. Almost anything you could want to know was available. It was how they had learned of this quest in the first place.

“Hey Ferrum, why do people have to suck so bad?” asked Peter, mostly rhetorically.

“If I had the answer to that, I wouldn’t have been a weapons manufacturer.”

After a few minutes of running they finally crossed over into the town Safe Zone. Horunka was a small village, with only about ten buildings in all. One of which was the house of the NPC who gave the quest, and their current destination.

As they walked down the road towards the house, several parties milled about, clearly having just returned from their own hunts. A couple eyed the two of them as they walked through.

“Looks like someone finally managed to snag an ovule. Lucky bastards…” someone muttered.

“Who actually wears a helmet in this game?” said another.

“Yikes, imagine being stuck in here with your dad…”

Overhearing that last line caused Peter’s face to flush, which given its digital nature was just plain unfair. Did they have to be that thorough?

No bigger than the town was, they were soon standing in the living area of the house. The lady of the house whom they had met previously still stood stirring a pot of simmering liquid, her expression drawn and tired. The only thing that about her that gave her away as an NPC rather than a player was the exclamation mark hovering above her head in the place of a player cursor, indicating a quest in progress.

“Go on, kid,” said Mr. Stark, staying by the door.

Peter slowly approached. Even knowing that the woman was an NPC, it still felt rude to just barge into the house without invitation. He brought up is inventory and took out the ovule, handing it out to her to take.

Immediately her face brightened, and Peter couldn’t help but wonder just how developed the NPC AIs were. Were they simple rudimentary ones like most games? Or were they more like Mr. Stark’s AIs? Was she aware of what she was?

“Oh, thank you so much, kind swordsman! My daughter has only grown worse since we last spoke, I was beginning to worry she may not make it till your return,” she said, taking the ovule from my hand and adding it to the pot.

I saw my quest log update to the left of my view, but I was distracted by the sound of deep coughs coming from further in the house.

“Here, this blade has been passed down in my family for generations, but I gladly trade it in exchange for your aid saving my child’s life. Take it with my blessing,” said the lady, pulling a blade encased in a worn red sheath from an old trunk. With both hands she extended it out to me to take, a smile still on her lips, tears of gratitude sparkling in her eyes.

“Thank you,” said Peter, perhaps unnecessarily, but old habits die hard.

The lady nodded in response and went back to stirring the pot in the kitchen. The quest was complete.

In the center of his field of vision, Peter received a message declaring as much, along with one noting the EXP points gained.

“Alright, let’s head back to the inn and get some grub and call it a night,” said Mr. Stark, holding the door open for him.

Behind them the lady did not acknowledge them at all, but began carefully ladling the contents of the pot into a cup. Peter wondered if somewhere inside there really was a little NPC girl the lady tended to day in and day out, forever trying to alleviate an illness she was created to suffer through.

As Peter walked through the doorway out into the night, he thought back to Aunt May. Back to when he always seemed to catch whatever bug was going around at the time. She may not be the best cook, but one thing she had down pat was chicken noodle soup. She would stand over a pot in the kitchen just like the NPC had, cooking up a big batch that he could easily heat up through out the day when he felt up to eating. Their finances being what they were, she and Ben could not always get out of work so easily, if at all. They did their best to schedule their work so one could be there with him, but sometimes the overlap just wasn’t quite there. Fortunately, a little old lady all the apartment kids called Nana lived a couple doors down from them and was usually content to be on call for kids who needed it.

He wondered what Aunt May was doing right now. Was she sitting beside his hospital bed, holding his hand, but he couldn’t feel it? Were they literally in the same room with each other, but worlds apart? Would she talk to him like she used to when she thought he was sleeping, hoping against everything that he could somehow hear her? What would she say? They had only just started finding their new normal when this happened…

He looked down at this hands, but all he could feel was the weight of the sword he still held.

Tears came, unbidden and unwanted.

If that bastard was going to lock them in this prison, the least he could have done was not code in visual emotion effects.

“Awww… look at the little boy crying,” mocked one of the players outside the inn as they passed.

“Don’t be an asshole, Derrig. You cried for two days straight when this shit started,” said one of his party members, while slapping the offender on the back of the head.

“You ok, Peter?” asked Mr. Stark quietly. “I would offer to go beat the shit out of that guy, but not sure if its worth a duel.”

“No, don’t do that. I’m alright,” said Peter. “Let’s just get up to the room.”

“You go on up, I’ll order some dinner to be delivered,” said Mr. Stark.

Peter nodded. They pretty much always ate in a room so that Mr. Stark could remove his helmet. Occasionally Peter wished they could eat with the other players, just to visit with someone else for a change. This wasn’t one of those nights.

Once in their room, Peter quickly removed most of his gear, leaving only his breaches and his tunic. The sword he placed on the table.

Apparently the sword was called ‘Anneal Blade.’

Peter fell back into a chair, letting his head roll back, closing his eyes.

In the real world, he would undoubtedly be able to hear every conversation going on in the rooms around them, as well as whatever hubbub was going on in the main room downstairs. But in here there was naught but silence. It had taken him a bit to get used to not hearing literally everything going on around him. He hadn’t realized just how much noise he was used to constantly filtering through in his day to day life until it was completely removed. He had thought he would love not having to deal with his extra sensitive senses, but come to find out it was pretty anxiety inducing to have them taken away, like an extended bout of sensory deprivation.

If only he had never put on that Nervegear. If he had told Ned that maybe they should wait until the next round of production of SAO to get into the game, let them get the bugs worked out.

Except…

The door opened, and in came Mr. Stark and two plates of whatever today’s special was downstairs.

“They were pretty busy down there, so I just brought it up myself. Figured I’d listen in on a pub talk a minute and see if any news has been circulating,” Mr. Stark said, setting down the plates.

“Did you hear anything interesting?” asked Peter.

“Not much. But one group did mention that there were some rumors floating around about a Log-Out point in a forest west of the Town of Beginnings. No one going in has come out alive though, and the Rat has been trying to get word out that the information is false and didn’t come from her,” said Mr. Stark, sitting in the chair opposite.

“Ugh, that sucks,” said Peter. “What’s the point in starting a rumor like that anyway?”

“Some people get their kicks in screwed up ways, kid. It’s as simple as that.”

The lapsed into silence as they ate their meal. But eventually Peter noticed Mr. Stark looking up at him.

“What?” asked Peter.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Peter swallowed and shook his head, “Not much to talk about. Was just thinking about Aunt May.”

Mr. Stark nodded, “I’m not going to say she’s doing fine, because we both know that’s probably a lie. But I will say that she’s a strong woman, and I know as soon as we get out of here she will be right there waiting for you with some awful attempt at baked food and the world’s longest hug.”

Peter gave a laugh as tears began to spring up again.

“You’re definitely right. Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Look kid,” said Mr. Stark with a sigh. “I know you enjoy watching me squirm, but I would really appreciate it if you would switch to just ‘Tony.’ For one thing, there’s millions of Tonys in the world, but with the right info out there the name ‘Mr. Stark’ might become a bit suspicious eventually. We’ve just been calling me by my user name outside of our room, and that’s worked out alright, but eventually you might slip. And given my track record on secret identities, we should probably do everything possible to avoid scrutiny as long as possible.”

“Dude, you never had a secret identity. As soon as Iron Man became a thing you outed yourself on live television,” said Peter with a caustic tone.

“Whatever, my point still stands,” said Mr. Stark, waving off Peter’s remark.

“Does it though?”

“Yes, please, please start calling me Tony.”

“It really bugs you, doesn’t it?” asked Peter with a laugh. “Why?”

Honestly, when he asked he had expected Mr. Stark to blow off the question and change the subject. Because in the real world— back before the Decimation— every time they’d had this conversation and he had asked, that was ultimately what Mr. Stark did.

This time however, a tense silence met his question.

“Growing up, Howard was always ‘Mr. Stark.’”

There was a pause, as if he was unsure whether to continue, or how.

“Pretty much everyone on earth calls me ‘Mr. Stark.’ And that’s who they see— billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, wanna-be hero, narcissist, hedonist. That’s by design. It’s what everyone expected from me—being my father’s son— and I rose to the occasion. There’s only a handful of people who have gotten past ‘Mr. Stark’ and made it to ‘Tony.’ At this point, I’d like to think you’re one of them who has.”

Peter sat in quiet shock. Then slowly his heart filled up to the brim with something warm and sad, until he felt he could have burst.

There were a million things he felt, and only a few he could say. But only one he felt needed to be said right then.

“Ok… Tony. But I don’t want to hear you call yourself a wanna-be hero again. Because you are a hero. To everyone… but especially me.”

Tony didn’t reply for a moment, but eventually settled on a nod.

“Alright, deal,” Tony finally said, turning back to his food.

The got a few more bites in before Tony spoke again.

“I’m thinking of skipping on meals for a while. I’m kinda curious how long it takes to actually start feeling hungry in here.”

Peter looked at him confused, “What do you mean? You haven’t been hungry? Like at all?”

Tony blinked at him, “No, you mean you have?”

“Uh, yeah… several times a day usually.”

“Huh… maybe its because of your real world metabolism bleeding through. But no, haven’t felt it at all yet. Seems like a waste of Cor for me to buy meals if I haven’t actually been hungry,” said Tony, finishing up the last bite of his roast. “Not to say that its a wasted experience. They did a pretty remarkable job on this coding. But it would probably be better to save what money we can for now.”

Peter nodded, turning back to his own plate, but could only bring himself to push the food around a little, his stomach suddenly a bit queasy. Perhaps Tony was right, and it was just because of his RL body needs…

He’d talk to a few other players about their experience. Just to be sure.

“So, ‘Anneal Blade,’ huh?” said Tony, looking over the sword still laying on the table. He brought up its specs to analyze.

“Yeah, not exactly sure what the name is about. I mean, I know about the annealing process in biochemistry. I studied it a bit after the spider bite. But not sure how that would really apply to a sword,” said Peter.

“It was originally a process to remove impurities and harden iron for weapons. That’s where scientists originally pulled the term from that they used for the DNA process,” said Tony offhand, still reading through the sword’s numbers and looking it over in his hands. “The sword is as good as the guide implied. It should definitely hold up for you for a good while. Especially once I can start enhancements on it. Looks like we can attempt up to eight.”

“Does that mean we need to put a blacksmith’s forge on the shortlist?” asked Peter.

“Nah, I still have a few levels before we need to worry about that. Still, like I said, it is probably a good idea to start pinching pennies where we can. Jesus, I haven’t had to save money since that time my old man cut me off for a while back in college. This sucks.”

“Welcome to how the other 99.9% live,” said Peter, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

Tony shrugged, “Karma is definitely a bitch.”

“This isn’t karma. You’re just a spoiled brat.”

Tony stuck out his tongue, just like the mature adult he was.

Peter laughed, “Exactly. I’m calling it a night. We good to head out in the morning?”

“Yup, heading west from here to grind a bit on some of the higher level forest mobs. We’ll see where we end up after that.”

Peter nodded. Where ever they went and whatever they faced, they would do it together. They’d make it through this.

Even without his spider powers and Tony’s money, they were still Spider-man and Iron Man. Kayaba couldn’t take that away from them.

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beyondtheperfectlines-blog · 7 years ago

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Killing Eve 1x03

Wow. The ending of this episode was expected from the moment at the train station, but it was still really sad. And this episode was a real game changer, things are personal now! Reaction and thoughts under the cut.

The opening scene was beautifully shot with Eve in a trance describing Villanelle as the camera slowly turned around her, and I was totally enraptured, until the reveal of her surroundings and then it just became a lol moment. “She had a lost look in her eye that was both direct and also chilling. She’s totally focused… yet almost entirely inaccessible.” “So, is that like a square face or an oval face?” haha then Bill’s face, and Eve’s face in response. I’m also impressed by how much she got from a single interaction of like 30 seconds.

So now we get to see Berlin. I love how we travel all over Europe with Villanelle! And we’re at a kink clinic lol, I love this. So it was obvious the cover nurse would be Villanelle but how great was that shot of her turning around all “Take off your clothes” ! And her voice got so hot when she said “Hot Medica” and “Nobody gets special treatment” ! That close up of the man dying was creepy though and now we’ve officially established that she likes to look into her victims’ eyes when they die. I also love the little details that show she really doesn’t care about them like when she lets go of the man’s arm and it just falls back with a thump. So disrespectful to the dead!

Back with Eve and her husband, they have a hilarious conversation about their chicken’s egg and her new job. “I don’t think we should eat it.” “Risky?” “Yeah” “Is the job risky?” “Oh, it’s about as dangerous as eating that egg would be.” “You just said the egg was too risky!” “No, no. Wait, no. I mean, the worst that could happen is I would get the shits at my computer because of a bad sandwich.” Lmao! They have such a great dynamic.

Eve’s team finds out about 2 new murders. Carla’s induced asthma attack from last episode “Let me guess. You think it was a woman.” “Well, she was found in the ladies. So, yes, she’s going on the wall, you ass.” Hahaha. And now Zhang Wu. Chinese colonel visiting Berlin. Hacker for the Chinese military. So, so far most of the murders have been political. And Villanelle now left another witness behind her (first the mafia boy from episode 1 and now the receptionist who signed her in as a temp). This leaves me to wonder if she has stopped being careful recently or if there are rumors all over Europe of a fit woman in her mid-20’s linked to all sorts of murders. After all, maybe Konstantin was only angry about Katsia still being alive in episode 1 because she actually witnessed the murder whereas with the others there are only suspicions? Or was the boy a one-off and now she doesn’t care anymore because she knows Eve has seen her and can identify her?

“Why are you all being weird?” Lol! And then they’re all looking at Carolyn. “She said her name was Eve Polastri.” Wow, omg, etc. That was a really smart way for Villanelle to get their attention. So, Eve is understandably freaked out but wants to keep investigating. What I don’t understand is why she isn’t asking more questions about how Villanelle could have learned her name. Like who knows about their investigation? Is it possible they could have been hacked? Maybe it happened and we just aren’t privy to it. Maybe she thinks this has nothing to do with the taskforce and only with their meeting in the bathroom.

“Bill, you’re coming with me.” Bill: “Take Elena.” Elena: “Yes, take Elena!” hahaha I love her. Kenny: “I don’t think Elena should go.” Nobody asked you, Kenny!

“It’s one trip, Bill. Huh? One trip.” “Daddy’s going to die, isn’t he?” damn, Bill! At this point I just thought it was a disturbingly funny line. British humor or something. I should have known they were really going to go there! Also, Bill looks really good for 60. “Oh, come on. It’s not like she’s gonna still be there.” LOL. Oh, Eve.

And guess who’s stalking her own crime scene like they say a killer would? That’s right. Villanelle’s there wearing great camouflage outfits. Lol. And in one of the greatest TV scenes of all time, she’s also picked up an American tourist. “Take your hair down.” “You are sooo sexy.” (side note: I love how positively they portray middle-aged women on this show, making them desirable, same for curly hair) “No, no. Keep your clothes on, your bag on your shoulder.” “I’m going to call you Eve, okay?” OMG WHAT? LOL “Why?” “It’s just a little biblical fantasy thing” HAHAHA “Do you want me to call you Adam?” at this I just D-I-E-D. “No, no. That’s okay” hahahahahaa and they kiss and it’s super hot omg “Now I am going to hide and you are going to find me.” LMAO and that tourist is just like. What just happened? The whole scene was so unexpected and so delightful.

And then of course Villanelle steals Eve’s suitcase. Is she also eating Eve’s risky egg sandwich? Aww she’s so disappointed by her boring clothes. The scarf is nice though. “Poor baby” ha! Is that something she’s heard being said before? And was that some sort of cream? And of course Konstantin is there! I love them so much “I thought I could smell something.” “Sorry, are you having a nice little holiday here?” “Are you?” Lmao. “I booked you in for one night.” “So? I like Berlin. Have you been before?” “Yes” “Have you seen the Wall?” “Yes” “The Jewish Museum?” “Listen” “That is massively poignant.” Hahaha

“I have a job for you. Off the record. The woman, Eve Polasi” “Polastri” “She’s here. She’s investigating your work.” “Did you see where I did it?” “Very cute, yes.” So this means that she receives general intel along with her target’s identity and then she can choose how/where/when to kill them. Although looking back I guess it was established in episode 1 when he congratulated her on no CCTV at the crime scene.

“Why are you so worried?” “Aren’t you?” “No! I don’t even think about her.” “Why does she think it was you?” she shrugs. But she’s such a bad liar?! It’s like she’s not even trying to convince him. “I want you to watch her. I need to know who she meets. This is me asking you. Not them, okay?” And watch her, she does! She stalks her across town and in a clothing store and even picks out a belt for her lol. She sure has an eye for style.

Meanwhile, Eve has investigated the Chinese’s death. Poisoned with carbon monoxide. And his balls were clamped. Of all the tool Villanelle had at her disposal, she kept it quite clean. I was expecting something way sinister when we got that first shot of her at the clinic scrubbing the instruments clean. They meet with the Chinese attaché on the case, Jin Yeong, who’s a big deal within Chinese Intelligence. He gives them intel on the dead Chinese. “Internally, the guy was known as ‘Fat Panda’, which is a little racist. Fattist, come to that. But I hear that he started it so, you know, we went along. “ lol! This was a nice surprise to hear a seemingly traditional older Asian man mentioning racism and fattism. But that’s pretty much the only positive thing I can say about him.

“What’s the Chinese story?” “The new autopsy concludes that he took the initiative himself when the covering nurse left the room, working the forceps to experience a shock of pain that triggered a cardiac arrest. Not my thing.” “Not his, either.” “Why? He’s a masochist.” “Look, kinks are totally specific. It’s not just about pain, it’s a contract. It’s about someone else taking control. A ‘spankophile’ wouldn’t just spank himself, would he?” lol Eve’s face. But I love how respectful they are in their portrayal of kinks and that they keep calling the workers nurses.

Later on in Eve’s hotel room. “Have you ever fancied me?” “Uh… no.” “You me?” “No.” I love it! Male/female friendships are real! “So, tell me what happened in Charlottenburg.” “Everything happened.” “Wait. Men?” “Yes.” “Were you gay?” Well, I didn’t like that line, they could have used something more appropriate like ‘Are you bi?’… “Uh… I just fall in love with whoever I fall in love with.” “Does Keiko know?” “She’s got her own thing going on.” Incredible! “Wait, so you guys… “ “Well… I really wanted a baby, and she was rich and ovulating, so…” “But you guys are like the perfect couple.” “We’re a good team.” I loooved this exchange. Way to go, Bill! I’m all about convenient arrangements and friends raising kids together. Although I’m not sure how I feel about the show bringing up personal stories about him this whole episode to make him more likable and make us feel more for him knowing he’d die. And maybe also making Eve a little less guilty about the whole Keiko raising a baby by herself since she ‘has her own thing going on’.

“Do you want to hear something really freaky?” “What?” “The conditions have to be just right, but sometimes… we have sex.” Hahaha “You ever been interested in women?“ “Uh, no. Not like that.” “Not even ones with delicate features, sort of catlike eyes that are completely inaccessible?” LOL I love how he calls her out on her earlier description. “That is horribly unprofessional! Do you want to hear about her tits?” lmao

So before this scene Eve skyped with Niko. She’s so taken with her new job that she kind of neglects him and forgot about their plan to host their friends. It’s kinda sad. Hopefully they can get past this. But also, can I just say that I loved their earlier exchange : “You’re so strong.” “All that math.” Hahaha.

And Villanelle listens in to the skype call! Did she hack into Eve’s computer? And how did she know what computer to hack into since Eve is in a hotel? (I obviously know nothing about hacking lol) Or is it their home computer in London that’s tapped into? How many skills does Villanelle have? And she rewound the tape when Bill arrived… to know his knocking pattern? So she could maybe visit Eve later? And could she hear the rest of the conversation when the skype call was finished/the laptop was shut down?

Then at the train station, Villanelle is there!!! Wearing a suit. Lol. Dressing up for Eve! That silly cap she wore all day wasn’t going to do. And omggg Bill stops her from getting on the train. What are you doing, Bill??? So, was Villanelle planning to follow Eve to the restaurant and just watch her like Konstantin instructed? Also, I would be much more pissed if I were her, and had my arm grabbed like that. “Excuse me. May I ask where you got that scarf?” “Oh, my mother has a shop in Munich. I can give you the address if you like?” Now, that was an excellent lie! I envy her ability to improvise. And she speaks German! Another language to add to the list. So she leaves the train station. And Bill fucking follows her. And so horribly at that. She leads him to a club and of course the bouncer lets Villanelle go in without waiting… she hot. Bill… not so much lol.

So Eve meets with Jin. I did not find him funny. And unfortunately, I have this nagging feeling that he’ll be back on the show sometime. But for the moment, I’m glad Eve was equally annoyed with him and I loved that she did not play his game ‘however gross’ to get information which is what Carolyn would have wanted (although thankfully Eve missed that instruction due to her earphones falling out lol such a great detail). “Last week, Fat Panda hacked into the account of an agent of the Chinese Intelligence. An organization has been paying him millions. We don’t know what for, but a week later, both Fat Panda and the agent were dead. You might have a little creature yourself. Think of this as a friendly, little mole trap.” So there is a mole in the British Intelligence! And probably some Chinese agents as well or how would they know? I guess we’ll find out next episode what’s on that USB key.

Now, at the club, Eve is let in after speaking German (and sounded really good to my untrained ears). Villanelle managed to be spotted by Bill and lured him to the front. He looks pretty proud of himself to have found her. Oh, Bill. And then… she just turns around. And she smiles this terrifying smile at him. It is super creepy. And then the chase is on. Lmao you can see the exact moment he realizes this was a mistake and how much he’s screwed. Scheisse is right. So she catches up to him and stabs him like 20 times in the chest. Overkill much? And Eve, who’s found him pretty quickly considering how packed the club is, arrives just too late. And she just can’t get to him!!! I was so frustrated that she couldn’t get through and was left there screaming at him! And that’s how the episode ends. Wow. I swear the last 10 minutes or so were so stressful. Why did Bill decide to follow her like that? What did he think was going to happen? I guess we’ll never know.

So let’s talk about Villanelle’s motivations for luring Eve to Berlin. Even before knowing who Eve was, she looked thrilled that someone had taken an interest in her. Is she bored with her life because her kills are too easy? Is she ‘lonely’ because the only person she seems to interact with is Konstantin? Is she flattered that there is a whole taskforce with the sole purpose of finding her? Does the fact that they’ve already accidently met and that Eve has curly hair (that reminds her of Anna?) heighten her excitement? Probably. So, since she knows that Eve is investigating her, Villanelle could want to figure Eve out first to win some sort of internal game. She could be curious to know how someone who looks like Eve, someone seemingly innocuous from their meeting in the bathroom, could catch her and be curious about her skills. Maybe she wants to know about Eve’s psyche and what motivates Eve to find her. I was actually surprised at how fast the show moved and had them in the same place again. It was super bold of Villanelle to use Eve’s name to lure her in. Despite her talks of the trip being safe, did Eve subconsciously suspect that this was a trap but decided to throw caution to the wind because of her own curiosity to learn more about this female assassin?

Anyway, so Eve arrives in Berlin and Villanelle just wants to play a little so she steals her suitcase and wears her scarf as some sort of trophy or something. And it’s so funny how she just can’t help herself and has to bump into Bill on the streets to get attention. And she looks so thrilled to have succeeded. So, at this point it’s all fun and games, but then she decides to kill Bill! I guess it’s still all fun and games to her, but she has to know that this will change things for Eve. Did she just act impulsively and want to punish him for being annoying and stopping her from following Eve? Or to prove that she was not someone to underestimate? Was this something planned and she wanted to make this personal to make sure Eve would pursue finding her?

In any case, this fundamentally changes things for Eve. Until now all of Villanelle’s kills were people she didn’t know and she could admire her genius from an outsider’s perspective and be ‘just a fan’ as she said in the second episode. But not anymore. Now that she’s somehow responsible for a death, having decided to go to Berlin and pushed Bill to come with her, she’s directly involved. She’ll have to confront her conflicting feelings of admiration and guilt/anger.

Anyway, that’s it for episode 3! Thanks for reading!

#killing eve #episode review

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islandpcosjourney · 6 years ago

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If it’s God’s will

3rd February 2019

I can’t begin to pretend that not having children doesn’t bother me. Everywhere I look people I know are either starting new relationships, getting married, announcing pregnancies, posting family pictures or making decisions to extend their family further. I can’t deny it hurts. I also can’t deny I’m ecstatic for each of them as they follow their dreams. I also can’t deny that every day I have thoughts that they’re all going to reach their dreams long before me. I also won’t deny that I get defensive about it, making out that I’m better off without children. I would love to have children. I would also love to be ok not having children. But what if I don’t have any?

Today, on the sabbath, still feeling ill from flu this week, I scrolled through amazon prime & found a film called Noah. It was an adaptation of the biblical story & very interestingly done. One of the characters is injured as a child & grows up baron. In those days, how would they know? Probably through a lack of menstruation. So if I were living back in those days, I too would be classed as baron. Isn’t that such a horrible word with such negative connotations? Would we call people that nowadays? As she is in a relationship with Noah’s eldest son & is the only other female other than Noah’s wife, she feels guilty about preparing for the journey on the Ark & tells Noah to find his son another girl, so she doesn’t deny him having grandchildren. To cut a long story short, one of the characters performs a miracle by touching her belly, she becomes intimate for the first time with Noah’s son & then finds out after the flood that she’s pregnant. Noah has already explained to his family that he believes they will be the last humans on earth & that is their purpose. Upon finding out he’s to be a grandfather he announces that if it’s a boy he will let it live & it will be the last man on earth but if it’s a girl, the potential to bear more children, he will kill it. At this point I’m pretty sure his character is going against everything I’ve understood from biblical stories (I suppose an adaptation has fictional qualities) but I’m keen to finish watching it so I continue. When she gives birth to twin girls, naturally a fight ensues between the men. When it comes time to kill the babies, Noah chooses not to, his mind is changed & suddenly he understands what his purpose is. Also in true Hollywood style, the dove returns with its twig & Hope is restored!

The point to all of this is how much is our life in God’s hands or how much do we choose our own paths in life? Like I said I’ve been ill this week so I’ve not felt inspired to cook well or explore the wonderful recipes on my pcos programme. Naturally I feel guilty that I’m letting myself down but I also have this question - how much will it actually help? I could eat all the right things I’m supposed to for pcos & still not lose weight. I could lose all the weight I need to in order to qualify for this operation to stimulate ovulation & it could still fail. I could even lose all the weight to qualify for ivf & that is more likely to fail. Of course these are the negative views but nevertheless still strong possibilities.

So, do I continue to strive for what I want, a human decision or do I leave it in God’s hands? It’s an everlasting debate! This time last year I felt guilty about being on the pill as my doctor had told me to focus on losing weight & it wouldn’t be advisable to fall pregnant. So I stopped taking it after Dad died, leaving it in God’s hands. Well here I am 13 months later, still no cycle, no lighter & no clue what I’m meant to do. One thing is clear, losing weight would certainly do no harm. It’s not going against anything as it would be making me healthier, right? Healthier doesn’t mean I’ll live longer or definitely have children but is it me who’s striving for this change or God who is allowing me to want this change? Surely if it was his will then it would be easy? Or maybe it’s hard so I learn something from it? The questions as you can see are endless!

At the end of day, my life today is what it is. I have a loving husband, a wonderful dog, two cats, a mum, a brother, a father-in-law, mother-in-law & sister-in-law, not to mention extended family & amazing friends. I have a lot to be thankful for but I’m still human & I have dreams.

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jmkieper13 · 8 years ago

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Another Brick Wall

So 11 months (almost to the day) ago, a stranger came up to my husband and I on the Fourth of July and said to us as we walked away, "Oh, and tell your family that you'll have a baby with you next year." To which I at first got angry. Why would someone that doesn't know our situation say that to us? He had no idea how much that kills me to hear. He had no way to know that we were stuck on an agonizing merry-go-round, praying for an end to our torture and heartbreak. He had no clue that we were right in the thick of the toughest season of our lives (so far). I had just dealt with the one year mark of my dad passing. I was staring down the barrel of the gun that was being so conflicted in my heart over loving our 6 month old niece as much as we would love our own, but equally not being sure if we were strong enough to see her without our hearts breaking even more. He didn't even know we had a 6 month old niece to tear our hearts in two over. He. Had. No. Idea. So why did he say that? "It just be a God thing," we said. "There's no other explanation," we said. So we waited, optimistically thinking that God wanted us to know that our race to parenthood (to living babies) was finally nearing the finish line. We were going to be pregnant by October, and come this Fourth of July, by golly, God was saying we'd have our rainbow baby. But then October came and went. And November. And December. And January. And...I think you get the idea. My husband said to me, "he said we'd have a baby, he didn't say in what form. That just means we'll be pregnant by the fourth. That's what God wanted us to know, I'm sure of it." So that brings us to now. One month away from the Fourth of July. For the last week or so I've been testing like a maniac. I was so sure that this month was our month. The Letrozole appeared to be working. We timed everything just right. We charted and counted and prayed and tried to reduce stress, and do all of the things we were supposed to do to get ready for the big event. That positive test. Every day I watched as those tests came up with only one line. Then this morning, a mix of grateful, hopeful, and frustrated I had reached 13 days post ovulation. The meds were doing their thing and my cycle was actually doing what it was supposed to. But then, I had some spotting. Just a little, but enough for a frustrated call to the nurse. I explained that I was SO sure this month was THE month. I explained the symptoms I've had, the timing of everything, and the evaporation lines I'd gotten two different times on pregnancy tests in the last couple of days. I told her how I was getting so frustrated. We were doing everything right, why is it still not working?! After my emotional rant, she said that she was wondering if I didn't maybe have a positive test after all, and sent me for a blood test. Not so much to my surprise, the test was negative. The last full cycle before the fourth, and it still didn't happen. If we're pregnant on the fourth, like that man randomly said, we likely won't be able to tell yet. So why did he say that? I have tried hard to work on my relationship with God, and with that, I try not to question the things that happen that are outside of our control. But this has me so upset. Why? Why make this man feel compelled to tell us this VERY specific and unprovoked message if it was going to be a tease? Why give us hope just to end up crushed again? Why don't we get to be the ones with a happy ending? Why do I, again, have to tell my husband that we got the results back, and they're negative? Why do I have to look at our fast approaching 4th anniversary and feel like an absolute failure for not being able to give him the ONE thing he's wanted out of life? Right now, my heart hurts. If I start in the next 24 hours, then maybe there's a chance that we could be pregnant by the fourth and just not know it. We could have a fun story to tell that child someday about the stranger that told us they'd come to be. Or we'll be crushed again. I guess only time will tell. Please pray if you have one to spare. They're badly needed and even more appreciated. Speaking of...today when I was waiting to be called back to have my blood drawn, two Missionary of Charity nuns were also there. The chair opened next to them, and with a tear and my completely vulnerable heart, I approached and told them a bit of our story and asked if they could pray for us. They said they would, and one of them handed my a card with a special prayer to Mother Teresa and told me to give my intentions to her, and to please not lose hope. She told me of her niece going through the same struggle and asked me to pray and know that God is working on it. I then watched the sister next to her begin saying a rosary. I will try not to lose hope. I will pray the beautiful prayer she gave me, and I will beg Mother Teresa for a miracle. All I can do is hope and pray...but right now...my heart just hurts...

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retschina · 8 years ago

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For unto us a child is born

Chapter 1: Being kidnapped

You’ve met this kind man wearing a trench coat in a bar, you’ve chatted a few minutes and you’ve went to the restroom. You didn’t even notice the guy following you – and within the blink of an eye you’re standing on shaky legs in an exclusive looking hotel suite – “Kingdom of heaven” you read on a bill of fare – or whatever this piece of paper is – on the table next to you. No hotel in your town bears this name. Where the fuck are you? “What the hell!” You scream, looking horrified to the guy in the trench coat. “I’m sorry,” he states, “Dean, this is (Y/N).” Dean? You turn around, clapping eyes on a guy in his late 20s, early 30s maybe. “Hi,” he greets, giving you a half smile, “Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you.” “How did I get here? Where am I? What the fuck is going on?” “Exactly this,” your bar pickup explains cryptically. “Exactly what?” “Intercourse.” “Beg your pardon?” You fumble for your cell phone in your pocket – you’re gonna call the police, immediately. “This is the right word, isn’t it?” The trench coat guy looks confused whilst your horror reaches new, unknown peaks. “This wasn’t helpful, Cas!” Dean hisses and you notice your cell phone is dead. “Sorry.” You see a two-wing door on your right and take the only chance you have. To your amazement Dean and Cas – if this is his name – do not move, not one step. Three seconds later you know why. The door is locked. Of course. You bang your fists against the wood, screaming for help. Anyone in this fucking hotel has to hear you. “Uhm, Dean?” You hear Cas’ voice over your pleading for help. “(Y/N)! Stop it! There’s no one behind this door. Let me explain, okay?” Dean shouts and you turn around. “I have to go. The phone is connected to Sam’s mobile,” Cas says and vanishes into thin air. “What kind of drug he gave me?” You sob, beginning to doubt your own sanity. “No drugs. I swear. I’m gonna explain, okay? But I want you to sit and breathe. You’re not going to believe me anyway but I’ll try to sort the things out for you.” “I want to go. Now.” “Me too. But we both can’t. I’m trapped here, just as you are.” “What about the windows?” You ask feeling your fighting spirit growing. Carefully, holding a safe distance to Dean, you go to the panorama windows. It’s just glass. No window handle. An outlook on a forest. Shit. “Can’t be opened, can’t be smashed. Not here, not in the bathroom or in the bedroom.” “How did the guy vanish? Is this a kind of “Saw”-Scenario?” Dean chuckles and shakes his head. “Not this worse. But worse enough. Sit down, I’ll tell ya.” You take a seat at the dining table, caressing the dark, smooth wood. Dean takes a deep breath.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” “You said this already. And? What now? Should I know you from TV or anything?” “No. You could but I’m glad you don’t. Cas – the guy in the trench coat who brought you here – is an angel.” “Sure!” You hiss derogatory and roll your eyes. Dean gives a shrug as he would have known your reaction. “The thing is ... we’re here for plan B to save the world.” “Did you talk with a doctor about your exuberant fantasies?” “My brother Sam is working on plan A. To prevent us of plan B.” Dean continues unimpressed. “And what is plan B?” You have to ask, just to distract yourself from the panic you feel. You’re locked in here with a goddamn psychopath! As Dean doesn’t answer you make a sarcastic suggestion: “They’re going to sacrifice us and some other virgins and 66 little lambs on an altar of insanity?” “It’s a little bit too late for virginity, as for me. What about you?” “None of your business. Plan B includes what? Could you be so kind and go on, I wanna get outta here very soon!” “Uh, we will stay here for weeks. Or months. Unless Sammy finds a good plan A.” “What???” You’re screaming again and Dean raises his hands in a calming gesture. “Shhh. Breathe.” “Okay, okay! Plan B. Go on!” “Did you ever see Terminator?” “A hundred times. Why?” “Uhm,” Dean clears his throat, “You’re Sarah Connor. Somehow. And I’m Reese. Somehow. Uhm ... I have ... I have to knock you up.” “What?” Your voice is just a whisper and you can’t believe what this lunatic tells you. Angels, Terminator, getting pregnant by this guy – that’s too much. Way too much. More than you can handle. “We’ve got time, okay? That’s why Cas brought you here. We get to know each other, we have a few months.” He breathes deeply before he goes on: “There’s a prophecy. It says, in simple words: If there’s a new savior born into this world you’ll be his mother. Okay? And he or she will be born in 13 months from now on. So, we’ve got time. Time to figure out another plan. And if damn plan A doesn’t work we already know each other for a few weeks and you had enough time to get used to ... to the thought of me fu ... making love to you.” “I don’t want to get pregnant. I will never ever be part of this plan. No. Way. Got me? Let me go.” “That’s beyond my power, I’m sorry.” “Whose idea is this insanity?” “Cas’. And my idea was to bring you here right now. Cas and his brothers actually planned to bring you here on the day of your ... uhm ... ovulation. But I refused to rape you, you know? I’m good with plan B, but only if you ... comply.” “So you’re kind of a voluntarily prisoner?” “Yeah.” “Why me? And you?” “I don’t know. But I dealt long enough with these angel and demon riff-raff to know that I barely have a choice.” “Demon?” “Don’t ask. You don’t wanna know. Not yet.” “I don’t believe one single word of all this shit. I want to go. Right now.” Dean shrugs and points to the door: “It’s locked.” You stand up and case the place thoroughly. It’s really impressive. Very luxury. A big living room, a really romantically furnished bedroom with a four-poster bed and a bathroom with whirlpool and knobs on. And it’s still so wrong to be here. But Dean’s right: No way out. All is locked. After being back in the main room you go carefully to the phone and pick the earphone. Dean doesn’t bother to stop you. He sits on the couch and watches you, that’s all. “Dean?” A male voice asks, “I’m working on it, but I can’t work if you call me every hour.” “My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m kidnapped in a hotel named “Kingdom of heaven”. Would you please call the police and send them to ... to ...” You send a horrified look to Dean and he shakes his head. “We’re nowhere where the police can find us, (Y/N).” “Hi, (Y/N). Sam Winchester here,” the guy on the phone says, “I guess Dean’s right. Believe him, okay? He speaks the truth.” “That’s bullshit!” You scream, “Are you completely mad?” “No, I’m not. Sorry. I’m working on a solution. I promise. Stay strong.” The connection breaks and you burst into tears. You take a seat at the dining table and scream in horror as a complete dinner, including candle light and champagne, appears out of the thin air. “Oh, fuck!” “Do you believe me now? They feed us four times a day. It’s really good, I’m here since breakfast.” “Maybe this is the way they drug you, Dean. Making you believe in this stupid story.” “No. Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not drugged. Drunk sometimes, but no drugs. Champagne?” You shake your head und Dean sighs: “Can I have a beer? I’m not really a fan of sparkling luxury lemonade. As you know for sure, Cas.” Out of nothing a bottle of beer appears and Dean nods in approval. “There! Thanks.” He takes a sip and rubs over his face: “Eat. It’s okay, really.” Carefully you smell on the mashed potatoes, the buttery peas and your piece of steak – fantastic. “Come on,” Dean says between two mouthful and gestures with his fork, “Enjoy your meal.” While you’re eating at least a bit you watch him closely. He seems quite normal, he’s surprisingly relaxed. “I’ll sleep on the couch,” he says a few minutes later, helping himself to a piece of pie for dessert. “You can have the bedroom.” “No”, a voice comes out of nowhere, “You both sleep in the bed.” “Come on, Cas! We’ve got time, okay? No need to make her feel more uncomfortable than necessary. Give her a few nights to acclimatize.” You give Dean a thankful look and he smiles encouragingly. “You won’t rape me?” You whisper and he nods: “Never. If you don’t want me in a few weeks, we’ll need a plan C. Or an efficient plan A.” “I’m on the pill.” You whisper, somehow eased. “Not anymore, I guess. I don’t think you will find your pill in here. That would be highly antagonizing, don’t you think?” “Oh shit,” you mumble and Dean shrugs, taking another sip of beer. “In two or three days you’ll start bleeding and then ... nature takes it course.” “Dean. Seriously, okay?” “Sure. Go on.” “What do I have to do to get outta here?” You ask, still avoiding begging. “Getting pregnant with our baby.” He states, shrugging. “Dean, please!” “I don’t know another way. If you refuse to get pregnant you can leave after your fertile days in three or four months, I guess.” “And if I get pregnant?” You don’t wanna think about it, but ... you wanna know. “I guess you’ll stay here until the baby is born. And then ... I have no idea.” “What about you? Will you stay here too?” “No. After I shoot my load and knocked you up I’m pretty useless. I’ll go back in my life. Maybe I’m allowed to come back to see our baby once in a while. I really don’t know.” “What if someone wants to kill the newborn savior?” “You’re safe here. And the baby too.” “Dean, please. Let me go. Please!” Now you’re finally begging. But deep in you you already know it’s useless. Dean comes around the table and hunkers down next to your chair. His big warm hands taking your hands and he whispers comforting, soothing words. He waits patiently until you’re finished, until you have no more tears left. “You’re not alone, okay? We’re becoming friends, we’ll talk a lot. Maybe we’re falling in love. It’s okay. No enforcement, no pressure. We’re doing this together. We’ll stay the course. For now we’re an ... an apartment sharing community.” “From an apartment sharing community to friends to lovers to parents.” “That’s a plan, I guess,” he smiles and for the first time you notice how handsome the father of your baby is. Oh, no. There must be something in the food. You can’t be serious!

#Supernatural #for unto us a child is born #fanfiction #Dean Winchester #Reader insert #Dean x reader

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CHAPTER 1

“BOOM BOOM BOOM”

Nathan's huge powerful legs made cracks in the concrete as he walked towards Oscars house.

Nathan was one of the most powerful nattys that had ever existed, able to squat 20 plates a side for hundreds of reps. His ripped physique was impeccable, nothing in thousands of kilometers could ever wish to compete with his pure masculine beauty, he was the pinnacle of the human form. Nathan tensed his 50-inch circumference biceps, more than twice the size of Arnold's arms in his prime… however Nathan achieved this COMPLETELY NATTY.

"OSCAR" he yelled, his incredibly powerful voice sending shock waves blowing down trees. You see Nathan had been training his throat muscles for years doing throat curls

I HIT THE GYM HARD, WHILE YOU EAT PIZZA

Girls nearby look at Oscars INCEL body and think "ewww what a loser" while they look at Nathan and think "i love him, he just does what he wants, he’s so strong and ripped".

They admire Nathan because without his looks he's still INFINITELY better than Oscar because of his GENETICALLY DETERMINED HEIGHT, FRAME and FACE.

Women want nothing but a REAL MAN like Nathan and its either NATHAN or NOTHING

"Why haven't you incels learnt yet?" he said to Oscar

"It's either ALPHA GENETICS, or BETA RESULTS." he continued

You see

Nathan is a ripped, muscular SEX GOD who sweats pheromones like waterfalls and makes women ovulate within a 1000 miles radius of him. He possesses the ultimate weapon of conquest, which can claim even entire civilizations without a single bullet having to be fired - ALPHA GENETICS

When Oscar sees a Nathan coming, he naturally lowers his gaze to the ground in submission, knowing full-well how completely and utterly powerless, pathetic, meek, mentally ill wrecks they are in comparison to a GOD. Oscar was a pathetic weakling DYEL who could never even think to compete with a SEX GOD like Nathan the pure absolute perfection that he was. He spent all his time in the most pathetic DYEL place in the world where people would read books or something.

Nathan picked Oscar up and began to curl him because he was bored and went inside to fuck his mom.

The house shook due to Nathans powerful thrusts, he was so good at sex by default, he was born that way. He was a SEX GOD. Oscar cried whilst this happened know he A WEAK LOSER IDIOT FUCKING RETARD DYEL INCEL VIRGIN IDIOT FAGGOT could do nothing to stop Nathan, the strongest man he’d ever seen. Nathan walked out of Oscar’s house and saw him staring at a girl, it was his dream girl, he wanted her more than anything. She gave no notice to Oscar at all since he was a DYEL LOSER FAGGOT. However, as Nathan walked out she immediately turned around drawn to his ultimate masculine presence that no girl could resist. She sprinted over to Nathan and looked at Oscar for a second in disgust. “Wow Oscar you’re such a DYEL LOSER, unlike Nathan what a HOT GOD, how can you even compete?” she walked off because Nathan who didn’t even say anything made her blush so much that her cheeks began to go brighter than they ever had in her life.

Nathan stopped moving for a moment… he sensed something… his super powered ears which he’d trained using high weight ear curls had improved his hearing so that he could hear almost anything happening around the world. However, this sound was something he’d heard before.

It was…

T…Thomas Thomas must have jumped from 1000s of miles away and had landed about 100 meters away from Nathan. The blast from Thomas landing knocked Oscar, a FUCKING LOSER DYEL tumbling hundreds of kilometers away and it seemed that he had broken all of his bones and probably killed him

Thomas immediately dashed 100 meters in 0.1 seconds towards Nathan. Nathan, facing the other direction began turning and clapping slowly… “well well well, look who it is…Thom..ASS”

Thomas grunted in anger. “LETS END IT ALL NOW NATHAN, YOU AND ME, LETS REALLY SEE WHO IS THE GREATEST” Thomas pulled out of his pocket muscle a whole bench press machine and barbell with many plates, with no safeties of course because why would someone like Thomas ever fail a set? IM UP FIRST, Thomas laid down on the bench which was specially made to hold someone of his HUGE POWER AND SIZE, he weighed 500kg. of pure muscle.

Thomas was so big he had a gravitational field powerful enough that he could manipulate objects nearby and move them, this is how he moved 10 plates onto each side of the bench press barbell

He pumped out 100 reps in 2 seconds. And yelled “LIGHT WEIGHT BABY” just like Rich Piana when he finished. “Hmmph” not bad said Nathan “but I can do much better” Nathan did 100 reps in 1 second. Impressive. Thomas was angry, he wouldn’t let Nathan beat him he increased the weight by two times… 20 plates on each side, 820kg bench press. He punched out his max set of 100 reps in 1 second he couldn’t do any more… Nathan stared at Thomas in disbelief, was Thomas the true SEX GOD, he was intimidated and even scared. Nonetheless he knew he could do it if he prayed to the only god he knew, Rich Piana. He put his headphones in and played his favorite song, The Natty Anthem, Rich Pianas theme song. “WHATEVER IT TAKES” Nathan Yelled

He went down onto the bench and pushed out as many as he could, however Nathan was on his very last rep to get to 101 and beat Thomas but he couldn’t make it… he felt his very life slipping away from him. He would die on that bench if he had to, he had to do WHATEVER IT TAKES COME ON.

All of a sudden something began to push the bar up just enough for Nathan to lock out and finish that last rep… Out the corner of Nathans peripheral vision, which he had trained to be better than any animal on the planet because of his eye curls, he saw Oscar. Oscar was almost dead, every bone in his body broken except his brain and his penis bone which seemed unbreakable… he had made Nathan win. Thomas YELLED OUT IN RAGE AND JUMPED AWAY “O…Oscar you came back to win it for me” Nathan said “I’m just doing what you told me to always try do… I did… I did whatever it takes”

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10 Surprising Reasons Why Women Should Lift Weights!

Are you looking to lose weight and get a sexy, toned body?

You’ve probably heard that cardio is the way to go if you’ve got that goal. You spend hours in the gym running, cycling and doing the stairmaster to get that CoverGirl physique, but you’re not seeing a lot of results.

What if I told you that you’ve got it all wrong? What if I told you that lifting weights could help you achieve that goal?

Now, you probably what in the hell did I smoke to be saying that. You might also be wondering what lifting weights have to do with losing weight…

After all, you don’t want that muscular and manly body!

Let me answer those questions for you.

First of all, I did not smoke anything or have any of those funny brownies.

And, I’ll tell you all about lifting in this article, and how it can even help you in your menstrual cycle!

Yes, you read that right! Lifting can not only help you with your cycle, it can also help you get some killer curves, burn fat, tackle mental health issues, boost your metabolism and a lot more…

Keep reading on to learn more about lifting!

…But, I Don’t Want To Look Manly!

What if I told you that no matter how much weight you lift, you won’t look like a man?

You’d probably call me crazy, right?

Well, I think it’s time that give you a reality check. Lifting weights will not make you look like a man in any way.

Men and women are different and are affected in different ways when they lift weights.

In fact, you’ll probably get some killer curves and a booty to die for if you start lifting weights. Cardio will make you look like a stick, it’s lifting that’ll help you fill up in all the right places!

You must be thinking, “How in the world would I not look like a man if I lift!?”

Well, that’s because men have this hormone called testosterone which helps in muscle-building.

It’s because of testosterone that men are genetically capable of developing more muscles than women can. You really don’t need to worry about looking like a man!

But, women also have testosterone in their body!

Yes, it’s true that women have a little bit of testosterone in their bodies but this doesn’t mean that you’ll look manly! It’s simply because women just don’t produce enough testosterone to get beefed up like men can.

You won’t look like this unless you take steroids or you won the genetic lottery which all guys want! (which will is almost impossible for women!)

Some of you may be wondering why in hell does the female body need testosterone?

That’s simply because it helps with muscle development, growth, and libido.

So, don’t stress out about looking like a man and lift!

10 Reasons Why Women Should Lift Weights!

So, now that I’ve addressed the “manly-looking” issue, it’s time we talked about a few reasons why you should lift (and, lift heavy!)

Weight lifting isn’t just to get muscular or compete in bodybuilding competitions. It’s got a lot of advantages. So, believe me when I say that lifting weights isn’t just for the gym-rat bros who look like bad news…

Did you know that the majority of women who join a gym don’t lift? Well, you should know that! You’re probably one of them.

This is because there’s a lot of myths and negativity that surrounds the issue.

I don’t know that is!

And, mass media has bombarded us with images of skinny women whom they call ideal. Magazines talk about diets and the cardio exercises you should be doing.

But, no one talks about lifting.

So, today I’ve got my top ten reasons why women should lift weights.

Let’s begin with the countdown, shall we?

1) Goodbye PMS and Period Cramps, Hello Regular Ovulation!

Yes, you read that right!

So, you may have heard that losing a lot of weight doing cardio can actually make you lose your period.

Well, the opposite is true when you lift weights! Weight lifting has been linked to making ovulation more regular in women.

And, it also helps with PCOS! Studies have shown that weight training helps with the symptoms of PCOS. In fact, women with PCOS who lift weights have said that the symptoms tend to get less severe with time.

Other than that…

Lifting weights has also been linked to reducing symptoms of PMS! So, introducing your girlfriend to weight lifting is a smart idea! You get to do a fun workout together, and your girl will not want to kill you during PMS!

Now, that’s a win-win, right?

But, that’s not all!

Women who’ve been lifting weights consistently have reported that they don’t get painful cramps during their periods! Isn’t that just amazing!

And, since we’re talking about the female reproductive system already, did you know that women who’ve been lifting for awhile have easier births than women who don’t lift?

I’m not making this up!

Not only can you get knocked up if you’re trying, you also get an easier and slightly more painless birth than a woman who doesn’t lift.

So, ready to lift yet? Or do you need more convincing?

2) Getting It Up: The Female Way!

You must be wondering how high I was when writing that. Well, not at all!

I just crack lame jokes all day and then laugh at them myself. It’s really sad, I know…

Anyhow, back to the point!

Did you know that lifting weights can improve your libido?

Wait, what!?

If you’re a guy who’s reading this, I think I’ve caught your attention! No, call your girlfriend and tell her what I’m telling you.

So, let’s take a biology lesson, shall we?

You must be aware that women have two hormones that regulate their monthly cycle: Estrogen and Progesterone.

Well, what you may not know is that women have another hormone in their bodies as well—testosterone.

Now, now, hear me out before calling me a liar!

Women make only a teeny-tiny amount of testosterone than men do (and, it’s important for our bodies!) And, this level of testosterone is merely boosted by weight lifting.

No, girl, trust me you won’t grow a beard if you lift! Or develop an Adam’s Apple!

You’ll just get a better period, and, get a little adventurous in bed!

And, did you know that women with a higher libido tend to be more fashionable and dress sexier?

I’m sure your boyfriend would appreciate that, right!?

3) Bone Health: Strong Like the Wolverine

Jazmine Garcia

So, since we’ve just talked about getting it up, I think it’s only fair that we talk about bones.

Okay, I’m immature, I’ve got talks from a lot of people, cut me some slack!

But, this is true for both the genders.

Did you know that osteopenia (less severe version of osteoporosis) is really common in women? It’s true. In fact, it’s been linked to prolonged periods of inactivity.

Yes, you can blame it on your boss!

But, did you know that lifting can actually help you maintain and even grow your bone density?

Yes, you’ve got to lift for your bones.

Weight lifting is probably one of the best ways to reverse bone degeneration if you do it consistently.

Did you know that the world-record holder of the barbell squat has the strongest bones of all humans to date?

So, say goodbye to fractures in old age!

4) Quit Playing Games With Your Heart

When you think about your heart’s health you think cardio.

But, what of I tell you that strength training is also extremely important for your heart?

Yes, people don’t talk about the benefits of strength training for your heart. So, I’ll educate you on that!

The thing is that your heart is a muscle. And, just like your biceps, it can be trained.

So, weight training can actually reduce your LDL (Low-Density Lipoproteins) levels as well as increase the value of HDLs!

Confused?

Well, what I basically mean to say is that strength training helps reduce bad cholesterol and boosts the good cholesterol!

That’s not all, folks!

Weight training is also linked to increasing sensitivity to insulin! This means that your body efficiently burns carbohydrates for energy and muscle-building.

So, if you are a sucker for sugary treats, but don’t want to get fat, lift!

There’s more…

5) Mental Health

Mental health is something that we all don’t think twice about, but should.

You know what a good pick-me-up is when you’re feeling yucky and sad? I’ll tell you!

Lifting.

Did you know that weight training is known to reduce the symptoms of depression and anxiety?

That’s because, after exercise, our body releases endorphins or feel-good hormones which help lighten our mood!

Isn’t that amazing?

I feel that this is the best point to talk about self-esteem.

Have you suffered from a bad break up?

If yes, then your self-esteem probably took a hit. You probably feel fat, ugly and countless other things. And what’s a better way to take out all that rage AND get a rocking body!?

Strength training won’t only help you with your body image issues, but will also give you a healthy channel for your all of your rage.

Apart from that, strength training also gives you confidence.

You see yourself grow and see your body change. You can actually see your body change and go stronger as the weeks pass by. It’s now easier for you to shift the couch while vacuuming, you’re a champion at unscrewing jar lids.

And, you can carry all of your groceries from your car to your house in one trip! Now, that’s what I like to call progress. #LikeABoss

6) Become The Kind Of Girl Who Wakes Up At 5:00 AM And Juggles Everything Effortlessly

Raise your hand if you know someone who does that!

Annoying, isn’t it?

While you go from home to work and back again, this person has got their life sorted. From book clubs to hobby classes, this person does it all. While you munch on your chocolate bar and think how they can do it all!

Well, I’ll tell you how you can do it.

Any guesses?

You’re right. All you have to do is lift weights.

Lifting weights is known to give you more energy throughout the day by increasing the concentration of plasma beta-endorphins in our body.

This not only helps you with your mood but also get you refreshed and ready to take on the world! #MojoJojoStyle

There’s more.

A lot of female weightlifters have also talked about how lifting is therapeutic for them and how strong they feel when they’re lifting more than the guy next to them. Like a boss.

That’s a boost of self-esteem like there!

And, not to mention, you’ll start loving your workouts! Cardio is kind of boring. You go to the gym, run on a machine like a hamster, or keep cycling and rowing for hours. It’s all fun and games until it’s not.

With weightlifting, it’s fun.

You get to test your limits, try new workouts and see yourself getting stronger every week.

It’s another experience altogether.

And, you feel like Wonder Woman afterward.

7) Better Sleep, No Need for Coffee!

Do you spend a lot of time in the night trying to sleep but just can’t? And then you wake up groggy and just needing that cup of coffee, and then some?

Well, lifting will help you out with that as well!

Amazing, isn’t it?

Not with making coffee, dummy. That you’ll have to do yourself.

Lifting can help you get a good night’s rest. In fact, a lot of studies have shown that weight training can help in improving your quality of sleep as well as the duration of sleep.

Yes, this means that you won’t wake up at random times during the night to pee.

And, you know what a good night’s sleep also means, right?

Any guesses?

Well, no midnight binging!

We all know how that goes, right? You eat a super-healthy breakfast, eat an Instagram-friendly lunch, get an amazing dinner and then, at midnight you’re eating bars of chocolate with a side of butter and some of that week-old pie.

No, I wasn’t talking about myself! That’s what just people say.

Okay, okay that did happen to me once…

I’m not done selling you a good night’s sleep yet.

Not only can your stress levels dramatically reduce when you’re sleeping right, you also look more beautiful!

Yes, you’ll be able to say goodbye to those bags under your eyes!

And, apart from that, you won’t get those stress zits, which stress you even more. You know how that ends, right?

The stress you get from the stress zits stresses your skin even more and you get more pimples.

And then you sit home alone eating ice cream, feeling too ugly to go to your friend’s birthday party. And it was that party in which you were supposed to meet your soulmate, but didn’t and then you keep getting fatter and getting more pimples…

Don’t I have an overactive imagination?

8) Hello, Great Metabolism

Do you have that friend who eats all kinds of crap but is still skinny?

Isn’t that just frustrating!?

You spend your days deciding your meals, counting your calories and not thinking about sweets, while she eats anything and everything that she wants to. You love her, but you sometimes want to kill her.

Well, we all hate those people, don’t we?

The reason why your friend can eat whatever she wants to without it showing is because she’s got a high metabolism.

Metabolism is largely genetically determined. You have what you have and you’ve got to live with it.

But, that being said, you can increase your metabolic rate by simply lifting weights!

Now, this doesn’t mean that you lift weights once a month and get a high basal metabolic rate (BMR)! You’ve got to work for it. Your BMR is how many calories your body burns for you just being alive!

Studies have shown that your levels of metabolism are raised till about 39 hours after you’ve finished your workout.

Why?

Well, that’s because your body simply takes more time to recover from lifting. And, burns more calories while you’re at it.

And, it can also help you lose some fat. I’ll talk about that a little later…

So, if you want to eat that piece of cake (by the ocean!) you better have it right after you’ve done your workout!

9) Drop That Fat And Then Drop Some More

So, this is probably something you thought you’d never read before, right?

It’s true, though.

Lifting weights does in fact help with losing fat. Now you must be wondering what kind of sorcery this is.

So, let’s back to the previous point.

Like I said, lifting weights can temporarily boost your BMR (which is how many calories your body burns on its own) which is an amazing thing on its own. Now, if you add a little cardio in the mix, you lose some fat.

Isn’t that just amazing!

This means that not only are you metabolising your food faster, you’re also losing more calories (thanks to the afterburn!) during your cardio workout.

But, there’s one thing you should keep in your mind before jumping on that treadmill right after you’re working out.

Never do cardio and lift on the same day.

Well, this is because cardio and strength training use different energy systems altogether.

Cardio uses your body’s cardiovascular system while strength training uses your body’s anaerobic energy system.

So, using and both on the same day will not help you lose fat. In fact, chances are that you’ll probably end up gaining some.

I hope that that will keep you away from using both of your energy systems on the same day!

10) The Killer Curves

Bethany Tomlinson

Before discussing the 10 reasons why women should lose weight, I talked a bit about the biggest turn off about weight lifting for women: looking manly.

Well, this one’s going to probe into that.

You know how big booties are in, right? All thanks to Sir Mix A Lot’s Baby Got Back.

Now, baby, you ain’t gonna get that back until you work for it!

And, don’t even think about doing cardio in order to get those killer curves. Cardio will only slim you down and turn it into a plank.

It’s strength training that’ll give you shape.

Maryana Dvorska

Think about making a doll out of clay. You’ll need a wire/ wooden frame for the body, but you’ll need clay to fill it out nicely.

So, if you want those toned thighs, killer abs, that line down your abdomen and a well-defined back, you need to add some strength training to your routine, girl!

So, instead of getting some silicone into your booty, you’re better off doing some heavy squats and lunges to develop your butt and make it bigger.

Although I can’t promise you a Kardashian butt!

But, I do have a guide that can help you build your glutes…

And, you save a lot of surgery money!

Rush To The Weight Room, Girl!

Abby Pollock

If you’re still reading this then stop and run to your nearest gym and start working out!

When you talk about weight training for women, people usually visualise a masculine woman with a beefed up body. And, women all over the world run away screaming when you talk about lifting weights!

But, lifting weights has a lot of advantages for women.

And, it doesn’t make you manly!

So, those were my top ten reasons why women should lift weights. From getting relief from those awful PMS symptoms to feeling energetic, lifting definitely has a lot of advantages for women.

Cardio has its benefits, but for all-round fitness and improvement of your health, you’ve got to add some weight training to the mix!

Just remember, consistency is key.

A workout done consistently for one day a week for 6 months is better than a workout done thrice a week every 3 weeks.

Simple Leg Workout Routine For Women

Nikki Blackketter

Here’s a simple progression for leg workouts which will lead to great legs and glutes. You may implement chest, shoulders, biceps, and more but I will focus on a woman’s key assets.

For women, 90% of your workouts should focus on your legs as they grow better than male legs (That’s a fact!)

Beginner:

Barbell Squats – 50% of your bodyweight for 8 reps – 3 sets

Hip Thrusts – With no weights for 10 reps – 3 sets

Barbell Lunges – 30% of your bodyweight for 8 long strides – 3 sets

Rest time: 30 seconds – 2 minutes

Intermediate:

Barbell Squats – 80% of your bodyweight for 8 reps – 3 sets

Hip Thrusts – With 5kg plate for 10 reps – 3 sets

Barbell Lunges – 60% of your bodyweight for 8 long strides – 3 sets

Leg Press Machine – 80% of your bodyweight for 8 reps for 3 sets

Bulgarian Squats with Dumbells – 20% of your bodyweight for 10 reps for 3 sets

Rest time: 30 seconds – 3 minutes

By the time you reach advanced-level then you will have a well-defined glute goal!

Advanced:

Barbell Squats – 100% of your bodyweight for 8 reps – 3 sets

Hip Thrusts – With 10kg plate for 10 reps – 3 sets

Barbell Lunges – 70% of your bodyweight for 8 long strides – 3 sets

Leg Press Machine – 100% of your bodyweight for 8 reps for 3 sets

Bulgarian Squats with Dumbells – 40% of your bodyweight for 10 reps for 3 sets

Deadlifts – 100% of your bodyweight for 6 reps for 3 sets

Rest time: 30 seconds – 4 minutes or until you feel ready for your next set

These workout plans are based on weights relative to your bodyweight so reaching advanced level is guaranteed to have amazing results!

I hope I was able to encourage all those pretty ladies out there to try lifting! I’m sure you’ll love the rush! Leave comments if you’ve got any questions or suggestions and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!

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