#For those with the headaches and the upset tummies

[thatsmeintheworld]

I think grape Gatorade is the best at healing queasy ness

[little-doll-of-glass]

Period Relief for Littles:

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Something I don't see talked about is period relief for age regressors, so I decided to write what helps me. Hopefully, this will help you too!

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Raspberry Leaf Tea:

I have really bad cramps and I've found this helps a lot. It's a nice warm drink, which I find soothing. It doesn't taste like raspberries, unfortunately, but I do like the taste.

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Mint Tea:

This helps my nausea and once again, it's a warm drink I find soothing. It helps my nausea and makes it so I don't have to take as many meds.

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Fluids:

Keeping your fluids up is very important because it helps reduce many of the symptoms and clots. Avoid anything that is a diuretic (it'll make you pee more) and try to drink some things with electrolytes in it. I personally like liquid IV for the electrolytes, but Gatorade and other such drinks works too!

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McDonald's Chocolate Shake & Fries:

Okay, so this one isn't necessarily helpful. I just get cravings for salt and magnesium, so this helps knock those cravings out. Plus, it's a nice treat that I don't get very often.

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Heating Pad:

When my tummy hurts really bad, I pull out my heating pad and cuddle up with it. Sometimes I'll put a stuffy against the heating pad to help hold it in place. As an added bonus, the stuffy gives me something to cuddle!

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Ice pack:

When I'm swollen or bloated I like to use an ice pack because the cold helps reduce the swelling. Make sure to wrap it in a towel or pillowcase because cold right against your skin isn't good! I personally like to wrap it in a baby blanket because the material is soft and calming to me.

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Oil in a Diffuser:

Eucalyptus and peppermint help with the headaches I get and makes me feel less cranky.

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White Flower Oil:

I like to rub this on my temples because it also helps relieve my headaches. However, if you're sensitive to smells or have bad allergies, I suggest not to use it.

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Meds:

Mydol or Pamrin are my go-to meds. They help relive bloating, headaches, and cramps. Please, please be careful while taking these because they do have asprin in them, which is a blood thinner, and the caffeine in them might make a headache worse if you take too much.

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Shower & Bath:

I always feel really icky during my period, so I take lots of showers and baths. It helps with my body pain, cramps, and makes me feel more clean.

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Comfort:

🌸 Having comfort during a period is super important, especially if you experience mood swings or if you go regress.

🌸 Having someone you trust comfort and reassure you is very helpful.

🌸 I personally like cuddles, so my friend or CG will hold me. If they aren't around, I make a nest out of my pillows and stuffies.

🌸 Your favorite regression things are immensely important too. If you're upset while in littlespace because you hurt, having your favorite stuffies, sippy, paci, etc. will help give you comfort and give you something to help feel better.

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I help this helps you feel better. Best wishes and hugs if you want them!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lonely Souls Club 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: she at it again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Her 

Bucky leaves the leftovers in the fridge, his included, and the tea on the counter. He didn’t heed your protests before he went, insisting that it’s for you. You didn’t put up much of a fight. You’re too tired. 

Alone, you settle onto the couch and stare at the door. You’re used to being on your own but now it seems so scary. What if that man comes back? Bucky says he ran off, that means he’s still out there. You blow out at the ceiling as you lean your head back; just another problem. 

Your mind shifts to him. To Bucky. The man that saved you. It only sets in then that it’s been the nicest day you’ve had in a while, outside the break-in. You can separate the day from the night in that regard. 

It isn’t just nice to have food in your tummy, but you forgot what it’s like to have someone to talk to. Someone who isn’t your doctor or a government admin bartering about your stipend. Not only that, but the way he looked at you. So intent, as if he truly could care for a stranger like you. As if someone broken could ever be special. 

What are the odds he would like that noodle shop too? You suppose it’s rather popular. A coincidence can be just that. Maybe for once luck is on your side. You want to believe that but it’s just so hard to accept. You lost faith in it so long ago. 

You sidle down and ease yourself across the mattress. It feels good to just be still. You close your eyes and long for a hot soak. Showers are nice but you can’t stand for very long and the shower seat has the water spraying over you so that it feels cold. 

You languish across the thin bed but don’t sleep. Even if your hip wasn’t screaming in agony, your mind won’t settle. You might just have to take one of those pills Dr. Grissam prescribed. 

You keep the light on with little mind to the electric bill. You can’t sleep without it. You keep the curtains drawn and each time you wake with a start, you drag yourself up to check that the door is still locked. You give in to consciousness as a headache thrums behind your brow. 

As much as your fear keeps you up, you know it’s the bed too. Each night gets harder. What else can you do? You don’t have any better options. The floor would surely only leave you utterly helpless. 

You have a cup of the new tea. It’s just as delicious as at the noodle shop. You bask in its warmth until the very bottom of the cup. When it’s all gone, you stretch the way the physio showed you, and move around with your cane. You still find that awkward. 

You go out to check the mail, nervous at opening the door. The alley way is empty and quiet but for the noise of the upstairs neighbours. You pull the single envelope out of the dented mailbox and retreat. Thunk, thunk, you’re certain that both locks are firmly in place. 

You know by the stamp what it is. It’s your stipend. You’ll have to go cash it. You keep everything in bills. You can’t afford the bank fees for an account. Another journey outside. 

You tuck the check into your bag and get dressed. You wear a loose pair of cargo pants and a tee shirt with daisies on it. Your clothes are outdated and worn. You feel even more invisible when you walk past the stylish women on the streets with their stilettos and designer purses. It’s all just another fantasy you’ve let go of. 

You head off, your gait even more off-kilter than usual. It isn’t the joint that troubles you today but your anxiety. The pain is tolerable, as neutral as it can be, but that worry in your head won’t calm. You keep your free hand on your bag and clack your cane in time with your feet. 

The bank isn’t very far. You join the queue inside and lean on the cane as you pull out the check in anticipation. Your heart drops as you see the amount. It’s less than last month. A whole hundred dollars less... 

Why? You should’ve read the letter with it. You’re dumb. You’ll have to call the municipal office again. Hopefully, this time they don’t send you to hold and waste all your minutes.  

You step up and try not to show your disappointment. You get your money in a slim brown envelope and thank the teller. You head off to figure out what to do, if there’s anything to be done. 

You walk past a new stand and slow as you recognise a face on the glossy cover of a magazine. It’s Bucky. Huh. He really is famous. You shift to face the shelves and lean in as you see yourself in a smaller frame with him. Oh gosh, you look feeble next to him. 

The big bold letters scream out the question, ‘who?’ and proclaim you as a ‘mystery girl’ as others ponder if you’re a charity case. Is Bucky Barnes giving back again? Visiting with one of the many civilians he’s saved from danger? The truth is much less flattering. 

You peer up as the clerk watches you. As he approaches, you turn and quickly limp off. That’s so embarrassing. 

You can’t worry about it. You have a lot more than some clueless reporters to figure out. How in the hell are you going to afford to live? 

Bucky 

He watches her through the lens. She empties out her cupboards, the meagre pantry spread out on her counter. She makes note on the small pad, the same one she used to write him the thank you note. The one he keeps in his chest pocket. 

She drops the pen and huffs. She leans her elbows on the counter and holds her head in her hands as she bends forward. The last few days, she’s been grim. He wish he could be there but he’s stuck at this stupid fucking training. Something about lethal force and when to use it. As if he doesn’t know. 

“Hey,” Sam whispers without looking over, “stop texting your girlfriend.” 

“I’m not,” he counters and blacks the screen, hiding the cell in his lap. “She’s not my girlfriend...” 

“Not yet,” his partner laughs, “one day, right, bud?” 

“Quiet, I’m listening,” Bucky nods to the front of the room. 

“Sure,” Sam scoffs. 

Bucky rolls his eyes and clutches his phone tight. He’s antsy as all he can think about is her. What’s wrong? Something’s happened and he can’t figure it out. 

Fuck it. He flips his phone, keeping it against his thigh as he frames it with his hand. He unlocks the screen with his thumbprint and she appears again. Her shoulders are shaking as she’s wracked with sobs. Shit. He can’t just sit here listening to this nonsense. 

He stands up without thinking and slides his phone into his back pocket. Agents look at him and the suit giving the lecture pauses. Bucky doesn’t hesitate. 

“Emergency,” he states with a wave of his metal hand. No one protests his weak excuse. Not when they see that. 

He steps around Sam’s chair as he makes no effort to move out of his way. He lurches it with a scrape and huffs at his deliberate obstacle. Sam makes a noise but doesn’t resist. Bucky quickly marches out without looking back. He has to get back to her. Now. 

The helicopter ride isn’t fast enough. Bucky is restless and barely able to sit. The pilots tell him several times to do so. At last, he gets off and hurries across the tarmac. There is only his mission; her. 

He zips off on his motorcycle, weaving through traffic recklessly, until he has the mind to reel it in at a red light that nearly sends him spinning. He stops and plants his feet. He pulls on his helmet and curses himself. He’s no good to her all beaten up. 

He tries to measure his impatience but he’s never been very good at that. He can see her sobbing in his head. It makes his chest rent. He veers into the alleyway, his motor echoing, and dying as he twists the ignition. He tears the key out and kicks the stand down. 

He charges at the door then stop short. What is he doing? Shit. It’s too late. He sees the curtain stir. No doubt she heard him coming. He cringes and his treads scuff with his weight. 

She opens the inside door and peers out. He can see the dampness on her cheeks, her eyes are still swollen. She must’ve been crying this whole time. Something is seriously wrong. 

“Hey,” he says dumbly with an even dopier smile. 

“What--” she mops her face with her bare hands. She doesn’t have her cane, instead she hunches to one side. “What are you doing here?” 

“You know, I realised I never got your number and I was in the neighbourhood so...” 

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t have any time on my phone,” she sniffles then winces. She lowers he eyes and shakes her head, “I’m sorry. I’m... I’m dealing with some stuff.” 

“Oh, I... well, I was in the mood for ice cream--” 

“I can’t--” she snaps and stops herself, slapping her hand across her mouth. Her eyes round through the black iron grating and suddenly she’s staggering. Her leg crumples under her and she lands on her hip with a worrying crash. “Ow!” 

“Oh god,” he exclaims. It’s all his fault. He didn’t think. Why didn’t he think?! “Are you--” He grabs the handle but the outer door is still locked. Whatever. He breaks it easily and reams it open, “are you okay?” 

He drops to his knee and touches her arm. She’s trembling. 

“No,” she babbles as she covers her face with one hand, her other arm shaking as she keeps herself propped up. “No, I’m not okay! I can’t-- I can’t go for ice cream because I can’t-- I can’t walk that far. And I can’t-- I don’t even have two dollars to spend on a scoop—and--”  

He can hear her heart hammering as it all spills out of her. She’s been holding it in for so long, he can feel it roiling off of her. He knows better than anyone she needs this. 

“Please go away!” She keeps her face hidden behind her hand, “I’m a loser. Please. I can’t-- I don’t want you to see me like this.” 

His breath is completely gone. He feels like he’s been punched in the chest. He can’t bear to see her in so much pain. He’s sat and watched for so long. He can’t do it any more, just like she can’t. 

“You’re not... a loser,” he says as he rubs her shoulder, “I don’t think that at all. You’re stronger than anyone I know. You’re stronger than me.” 

“You don’t know me,” she rips her hand away at last, her eyes sparkling with tears and pain. “How would you know?” 

“I can see it. Right now. But you don’t have to hide it. You don’t have to send me away. You don’t have to be embarrassed. You shouldn’t be,” he drawls gently, “you’re not broken.” 

“I am,” she pushes herself to lean forward on her own weight and hangs her head, “I’m all messed up. No one cares about me. They just think I’m a burden. I'm lazy and useless.” 

“I don’t--” 

“You don’t know--” 

“I do,” he insists, “I’ve been where you are. I--” He looks down and retracts his hand. His own heart is pounding.  

He sits back on his heel and unzips his jacket. He slips his hand up his shirt and feels along his chest and shoulders. He finds the release and pushes, hooking his fingers until the weight drops off. His arm lands by his knee with a metallic noise. She gasps. 

“I know you,” he repeats as he watches her, more terrified than he’s ever been. 

[fairyniceyeah]

You made my dawn - Headache/Hon 🦌

Titel from 1 to 13 (SEVENTEEN)

Previous story: Clumsy/Dear

Summary: “Noona, I don’t feel well” was a sentence Eunji had long since started to dread. Whether it was a headache, an upset tummy or homesickness, she didn’t like those words. It always meant one of her kids wasn’t okay and that was not okay at all.

CW: nausea, gagging

Whumpee: Joshua/Jisoo

“Noona, I don’t feel well” was a sentence Eunji had long since started to dread. Whether it was a headache, an upset tummy or homesickness, she didn’t like those words. It always meant one of her kids wasn’t okay and that was not okay at all.

This time it was Jisoo. The American trainee looked a bit lost, leaning against the doorway to the manager’s lounge. She could instantly tell he truly wasn’t feeling well at all. He was pale, needing the support of the doorway and one of his hands was resting on his stomach, the other shielding his ear.

“What’s wrong, Jisoo-yah?”, she asked, abandoning her cup of coffee and rushing towards him. She gently brushed his hair out of his face, feeling for a fever. He wasn’t warm but instead his skin felt clammy.

He clutched her arm, as if he needed her to keep his balance. She wrapped an arm around his waist and led him further into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. It wasn’t loud but still he flinched.

Once she had him sitting on the couch, she turned to look at him, incredibly worried. 

“My head hurts, noona”, Jisoo whispered, speaking so softly as if his own voice hurt him. “I don’t feel good. Everything is so loud. I feel … uh … my tummy feels weird.”

It was clear that he was struggling with his Korean at the moment and Eunji wasn’t quite able to tell if his voice was slurred from the foreign language or because something was really wrong.

“Do you feel nauseous?”, she asked, mimicking a throwing up-gesture so he understood what she was saying. He nodded, wincing at the motion. He went even more pale.

“I’m going to get you a painkiller, okay? Do you want to lie down?”, she continued quietly. Jisoo nodded and curled up on the couch.

Eunji rushed to the medicine shelf they kept in the lounge, accessible to the managers in case the trainees needed something. She scanned the shelf to find some headache medication. Her eyes fell onto a medication for migraines. It was prescription medication for Jihoon who had been struggling with migraines since he was a child. Glancing back at him, she realized that maybe this wasn’t a regular headache Jisoo was having. 

The paleness? The slurring? The nausea? The sensitivity to sound? It made sense. But she was no doctor. For now all she could do was help him feel better. She grabbed an over the counter painkiller, a bucket (just in case) and a bottle of water, crouching down by Jisoo’s head. She just hoped he wasn’t too nauseous to take a pill.

“Can you take this, hon? It will help you feel better.”

Jisoo opened his eyes and looked at her with wide eyes, studying the package of pills in her hand. He looked nearly frightened.

“Noona, I … I don’t know how”, he whispered.

It hit Eunji like a freight train. Jisoo was still a teenager and a healthy one at that. The possibility that he never had to take a pill, especially one as big as the painkiller one, hadn’t even crossed her mind. It made sense.

“It’s easy”, she promised, “let’s sit up.”

She guided him into a sitting position and handed him the bottle. 

“Put the pill on your tongue and then take a sip of water, then swallow immediately. It won’t hurt.”

“I’ll try, noona”, he said and took the offered pill. He had a look of concentration on his face, twisted by the pain he clearly was in. He put it into his mouth, took a sip of water and tried to swallow. 

It didn’t really work. He instantly coughed, clearly not quite doing it right. He managed to swallow the water but he coughed the slightly dissolved, white pill into his hand, gagging at the taste.

“Oh, Soo, it’s okay”, Eunji soothed, instantly grabbing a tissue and wiping his hand off. 

“I really don’t feel good, noona”, Jisoo whimpered, his voice tiny, “it hurts so bad. I just want it to stop.”

The last word was muttered in English but it was clear what he meant. She understood his frustration and the need for the pain to stop.

“I know, hon. I know. You can try again if you want to. Or would you rather just sleep?”

“I don’t think I can sleep. It hurts. Even my teeth and my eye. And my ears. But I don’t know if I want to try the pill again.”

“How about this? You lie down for now. I’ll close the curtains and make sure it’s quiet around here. You try to sleep and I’ll run to the cafeteria to get you a yogurt to make it easier to swallow the pill. If you aren’t asleep when I’m back we can try it again this way?”

“I don’t wanna be alone, noona”, Jisoo whispered, a tear trailing down his face.

Eunji’s heart broke for him. He was trying so hard to keep it together but he was in a strange country with a language and customs he didn’t truly understand, doubting his place here and not feeling well at all. 

“Okay, I’ll text one of the other managers, okay? I won’t go anywhere.”

Jisoo tearfully nodded. Eunji texted the manager group chat and then closed the curtains to reduce the light streaming in. She even found some ear plugs for his sensitive hearing. Then she sat down on the floor by his head, stroking back his hair as he curled into a small ball of sick teenager.

By the time Minho, a fellow manager, arrived with the requested item, Jisoo hadn’t managed to fall asleep. At least this time, with the consistency and taste of the yogurt hiding the pill, he was able to swallow it. Soon after he finally fell into a restless sleep and when he woke up hours later he felt at least a little better.

Eunji took him to the doctor, holding his hand all the way through and put the doctor's words into easier ones she knew he knew or translated for him whenever he looked confused. He was supposed to keep track if he had more headaches like that.

Six months later, she held his trembling form as he called his mom in far away America, telling her that he had been diagnosed with chronic migraines. She rubbed his back and soothed him when his mom was helpless on the other side of the world. 

When Jisoo’s mom later called her, Eunji promised her that she would take good care of her kid.

Their kid.

Next story: Bandaging wounds/Kiddo

Masterlist links: Fairy's Masterlist 2024 Fairy's Masterlist 2025 Fairy's Advent Calendar 2024 - You made my dawn

[kinky-pen]

Do you have any headcanons of the hosts, both SFW and NSFW?

(2/2) ...Actually, when I mean “NSFW” Headcanons for the hosts, don’t include Honey, obviously. Have a couple of random thoughts on all the hosts. Not too much for the SFW, as I recently answered something similar, but a couple of NSFW headcanons for each of them below the cut.

SFW Headcanons

Tamaki

Finally realised he was pansexual in his final year of university, which really should've come sooner. Had a whole, elaborate coming out party, during which Kyoya just yelled inarticulately and stormed off. That's when Tamaki found out his best friend had been in love with him since middle school. (Depending on what you ship - I ship everything - that would be when Tamaki and Kyoya got together)

Haruhi

Finally gets fancy tuna in university. It wasn't the hosts who bought it for her, however, but a classmate who was incredibly thankful for the tutoring Haruhi gave them. Yes, the hosts were all incredibly upset (showing it in their own ways), and it was just a massive headache for Haruhi in general. They did admit it was stupid of them after about a week, though, and apologised.

Kyoya

Started med school in an effort to catch up to his brothers. The subsequent mental breakdown was not worth it, and he dropped out. Took the rest of the year as a gap year and then took the usual business and finance degrees when he got back from his travels. (The new septum piercing was discarded not long after he got back, however, after too many comments from the twins and Akito.

Kaoru

His fashion design degree nearly killed him. He was living on ramen (because it was convenient) and energy drinks for so long, just working on his projects day and night. The other ex-hosts had to host an intervention and make him sleep. He woke up after being dead to the world for nearly 20 hours, and everyone (except med student Kyoya) thinking he'd slipped into a coma.

Hikaru

Conversely to his brother, Hikaru spent a lot of time in university going to parties, especially those held by the chem majors (iykyk). Had a lot of fun, made a lot of friends, and dragged Kaoru with him by his hair more often than he probably should've. It was good stress relief for the both of them, though.

Mori

Very popular at university, in both senses of the word. While Mori's not the type for too many trysts and one night stands, it didn't mean he didn't have a lot of offers. Had a couple of girlfriends, and a few boyfriends, during this time.

Hani

Buckled down during university, in terms of studying, but still retained quite a few of his childish traits. Usa-chan did frequently accompany him to lectures, and was a bit of a hit with the rest of the class. In fact, Usa-chan became the class mascot not too long into first term.

NSFW Headcanons

Tamaki

Versatile. Can go from a good boy whining but taking it like a champ one minute, only to switch up and use that charisma and princely desire to pull one over on his partner (consensually, ofc) the next moment.

It may have been a joke in the beach episode, but this boy is indeed into bondage! Restraints, blindfolds, harnesses. He doesn't mind if he's tying up his partner, or if he's the one being tied up!

When subbing, he loves puppy play. He's just a good boy who needs you to tell him he's a good boy, petting him and rubbing his tummy while giving him treats for being so perfect and precious (whether in a feedist scenario or not). Kinky, stop projecting ffs

Haruhi

A switch, but does prefer topping. You've got to be the right kind of top/dom to get her to step down, basically. I feel like Haruhi's love language is mainly acts of service, with a smattering of words of affirmation, combine beautifully to make a service top who knows what she's doing.

When in full dom mode, she loves total control of her sub. They do as she says, or she'll keep them "in suspense" until they cry. Could certainly be an excellent brat tamer for the right sub, but it depends if she can be bothered to have that much attitude aimed at her. I mainly see the brat tamer dynamic working for HikaHaru, rather than any other ships, though.

Wants to hear her partner come undone, but is happy to use a gag on them if they whimper loud enough for her to hear. Actually kind of enjoys the challenge of trying to make them so loud that the gag doesn't do much of anything.

Kyoya

Kyoya is a sub, a bottom (because they are not mutually exclusive) and a pillow prince, I'll take no criticism at this time, thank you. He just melts in so many kink scenarios where he's told what to do, from being pampered to being tortured. He'll try topping for the right person, if they really wanted him to, but it's much more likely that you'll have a surprisingly needy brat on your hands.

Blindfold him and tell him he's pretty. Worship him with your voice and hands, and make him feel like he's the most precious thing in the world. He'll start crying, I promise, and then you'll get to see cute tearstains on that lovely blindfold. (He loves the feeling of support while being so incredibly vulnerable, it's not something he's had much of before)

He's either so silent when he cums that some partners would barely notice (and proceed to just overstimulate him to the point of multiple orgasms - but he loves that), or the loudest goddamn sub ever. The quietest whimper, or the loudest fucking screaming and begging to cum, absolutely no in-between.

Kaoru

Surprisingly, prefers topping. His act with Hikaru had him as a power bottom (thank you ohshc manga for spelling that out plain as day). I highly doubt he'd want a sub dynamic with someone he actually wants a relationship with (whether romantic or purely sexual), as it'd just make him think of hosting with his brother (ew!)

Though, this boy is still a Hitachiin. Loves humiliation. Will be using your kinks against his partner in order to embarrass them (again, consensually). Think comments like "wow, can't you keep it together? We're practically in public", while doing everything he can to push his partner's buttons.

Kaoru will lick his partner dry when they're done, cleaning them up with nothing but his tongue. As long as he has time on his hands, at least. It's a talented tongue, and half the time it just starts another round off again. How bad, what a shame /s.

Hikaru

Says he's a top, but actually is a bratty power bottom (how the turn tables). He wants to be fucked hard, and if it's not to his liking then he will let his partner know. Teasing, jeering, everything. Loves making whoever he's with pissed off while their fucking him. It just makes it rougher, even more passionate, and he just wants his brains fucked out of his pretty little head.

Bullying kink. Some slight bimbo/stupification leanings, honestly. Wants someone to talk down to him like he's just too stupid to function. They'll get something sharp and snarled in response, but his eyes and erection are begging them to keep pushing. Call him every name under the sun, shove him around, step on his crotch. He'll fight it, duh, but it gets to the point where he's just too turned on and needy to continue, and then he can be fucked to his partner's content.

Wants multiple orgasms (most of the time), and what he wants, he gets. If his partner doesn't get him off enough times before stopping, he will just touch himself until he gets another one or two in. If his dom can't stop him first, that is.

Mori

Service top, gentle dom. If his partner wants him to be any degree of mean, there's going to be a lot of trial and error, as well as a lot of talking about it before hand. It's going to take a while to build up to Mori using his massive strength and such on his partner (but it'll be worth it when he gets there, trust me)

No restraints but his hands and weight. Well, maybe on request, but he wants to pin his partner down himself, using those big hands to pin their wrists, pressing his weight down on them so he can feel every buck and shudder. Why should he let some metal and scraps of fabric do what he takes pleasure in?

His voice goes so deep when he's on the edge of an orgasm, encouraging his partner to just keep going, so good, feels so nice. Deep and breathy, all at once. A quiet guy, but so pretty to hear. He also likes his partner being loud about their own pleasure, does like to try and make them beg a little. He just wants to know they're having a great time.

[stygiansauce]

I love how Jimmy hates cherry flavored things because I also hate cherry flavored things lol

but I do wanna ask; why does he hate cherry flavored things? I hate them because I bit into one of the real shitty ones you get on a milkshake when I was a kid and was baffled it tasted so bad that I never ate a cherry again

so is it just preference or does he have a silly story behind it like me? (also does anyone else have silly preferences that stem from one time bad experiences?)

your local cherry hater

<3 anon

Hey <3 anon!!!!

Jimmy hates cherry because I hate cherry! I hate cherry, grape, and the occasional orange flavor (orange flavor on thin ice, it depends on the type of candy)

So, I hate liquid cough medicine. It's actually the worst thing in the world and even as an adult I would rather raw dog four shots of malort than touch delsym again. My partner on the other hand, is so sweet and loving and litterally the best because he eats all those flavors for me. AND he's nice enough to not eat them near me because the smell is gross too.

yeah, I get instant headache and upset tummy from cherry and grape. I think the only way I'll eat cherry is if it isn't artificial. Like I'm a big fan of pie, cherry pie is okay. Cherry wine is okay. Cherry dum dum? I'd rather die. Art is inspired by life, Jimmy hates cherry--Tango loves it. Worm reads my fic and analyizes my character choices with a finger point emoji and an evil giggle. the world turns clockwise and everything is sunshine and rainbows. :D

[boxingcleverrr]

Life Update!

(c/p from Facebook, thus the "updating the boomer family members + their friends" tone, haha)

Oh hi, didn’t see you there!

I’d like to say that I’ve been absent from posting/missing lots of DMs the last few weeks because life has continued to be a whirlwind. The truth is I’ve been eyeballs-deep in Baldur’s Gate 3 ever since Terry got it for my birthday, and I have no shame about that!

November and the first half of December were equal parts whirlwind and chill, between reconnecting in person, recovering my sanity from the moving process, and getting all the hoops jumped through to get my stuff over the border and into storage. The rest of December was a nice cozy few weeks of birthdays, christmas, and carving out a space for ourselves in Terry’s extremely generous dad’s house. I’ve got my desk set up, which is the keystone to my feeling like I belong somewhere, my portal for either telling stories, or enjoying them.

When not gaming or writing, though, I’ve just been enjoying being here, being walking distance from almost everything, getting my steps in. I can grocery shop almost the same way I did in Japan, and I can find all my favorite Japanese snacks easily, haha. Seeing a movie for my birthday isn’t a huge hassle! What a concept!

I really do prefer city life, as long as I can see trees and mountains too, and Vancouver is certainly not lacking in either.

Sansa is settling in well enough, though she is truly showing her age now, I fear. The plane ride made her feel it all, I think, and while her tummy has long since settled and her walkies schedule has returned to normal, she’s officially an Old Lady Dog D: But she likes it here! So many new smells, a new cat sibling she gets along just fine with, and another doting dad to pester in Jim. She loves a dad! She’ll also always be vocal, but the walls are well-insulated, haha. Being old means she’s happy to nap most of the day away on the nice new comfy bed Terry got her, and if she gets barky or snippy it’s usually because her sight or her arthritis is bothering her, or both. I’m happy her last couple of years will be comfy and pet-CBD-filled.

Terry is now back to work on a new show, so we’ll be back to apartment hunting this coming week! We already have our applications in for several co-ops, but the housing crisis here is real and frustrating. We are putting our eggs in MANY baskets. Thankfully I do not feel too cramped or anything, our small space is cozy and we coexist very very well in the same space. We're just anxious to finally have and spread out in our own home! I got soups to make with this new stick blender!!! All the thoughts, prayers, hopes, leads, tips, are GREATLY appreciated on that front.

As well as for my paperwork! As a spouse/family member now, I can be here 6 months at a time without a visa, no problem. Which gives me plenty of time to get my *work* visa application in, as well as finish up my PR package. We’re getting savvier about navigating all that by the day, however, unsurprisingly, the US doesn’t make anything intuitive or easy (HOW is the fingerprinting machine at THE SEATTLE CITY POST OFFICE just…busted? For months now?). So you know, it’s a headache, but at least we know we’re doing everything right on our end! That work visa is important though, so I can stay here, documented, as long as I can until my PR is approved, which right now we’re quoted can take 1-2 years, coming from the US. Not too bad, just, get those stupid bureaucratic wheels greased.

Anywhoo, as much as I feel like my day-to-day isn’t that exciting, it is new and different and much better suited to me, I think. The world at large out there is getting quite upsetting (we lost Bowie right before the last time cheeto was up, now we lose David Lynch, reality is losing David-shaped bearing walls left and right D:), but it sure is a lot easier to take with your bestie with you. The only things I’m missing, really, are the important things: Fam, Friends, and Snow.

But it’s still quite cold here, and I can walk in that cold all the way to a nice big bowl of Pho, if I wanna, enjoying the view of snow-capped mountains beyond the buildings, and that makes me pleased beyond measure. I’m gonna spend my Sunday afternoon teaching myself basic Mandarin between dives into Act II of Baldur’s Gate, maybe put on some Baking Show, and contemplate how to extract myself from Meta products, the emojis on FB are terrible, haha.

[unseededtoast]

Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 17/37 | Part Sixteen, Part Eighteen

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

"They don't even love each other and they're going to get married in ninety days?"

Sunlight streams into the room sooner than I would have liked. I keep my eyes closed, feeling my slight hangover headache. I don't feel Bucky anywhere on the bed, he must have left after I fell asleep. Last night didn't go exactly as planned, but I think we were still able to have some fun for a little bit. Rolling over, I open my eyes and sit on the side of the bed, my feet barely touching the cool floor.

As I walk to the bathroom, I change out of last night's clothes and find something more comfortable to put on. I swallow some pain relievers, brush my hair, and splash my face with cool water to make myself feel not as grimy. I go down to the main area of the building, seeing Bucky already up and moving around.

"Good morning, sunshine." Bucky smiles as I slide my feet on the floor, going to take a seat at the island.

"Good morning, Buck. You're in a good mood this morning." I say, watching as he grabs some fruit from the fridge.

"I guess I just woke up on the right side of the bed." He smirks as he lays a bowl of raspberries in front of me.

"You're not mad about last night?" I ask as I pop a berry in my mouth. He scrunches his eyebrows together,

"No, why would I be mad about last night?" He asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"Because I got a little too tipsy and you punched a guy." I point out. I was a little nervous he was going to be upset because of how conspicuous we were last night, and that the incident may have put us on Hydra's radar if they're in the area.

"It was just a normal night out, things like that happen. It's not the first time I punched a guy in a bar, probably won't be my last. Plus, that guy was way out of line and he deserved it." He says, putting my nerves at ease.

"You get into a lot of bar fights back in the day?" I ask. I'm curious to know more about what his life was like before he fell off the train.

"Well, I wasn't the one who started them, that was all Steve. I just had to be the one to finish them." He explains. It's easy to forget Steve used to be an ordinary person before the serum.

"Well, thank you for finishing it last night. He wasn't going to let me go." I say, unintentionally taking the mood down a level.

"Like I said last night, you would do it for me if it were the other way around. There's not a chance I would've let him do anything to you." He says and turns back to resume whatever he was doing before I got here.

I think back to last night, and remember some of the finer details. Bucky was an observer, he liked to watch the people more than he interacted with them and that's probably why he didn't join me in dancing. I remember when we walked out, after Bucky punched the man, he called me sweetheart in the most tender and caring way possible. Though I know he did it to be nice, it still makes my tummy flutter thinking about it, along with the way he claimed me in front of the entire bar. I remember the warmth of his hand in mine the entire ride back and as I held it in bed.

I look at Bucky, who's busy cooking something. I can see the outline of his shoulder blades through his shirt, and the muscles in his arms are very noticeable. I would love nothing more than to experience the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms again, feel the gentle forehead kiss one more time. In another life I think things would've worked out for us, but unfortunately I'm stuck in this one and sentenced to forever long for someone I'll never be able to have.

Bucky turns around with a smile on his face, I don't know why he's so happy this morning. It's not a bad thing by any means, it's just a little out of character for him. I look at the pan in his hand, a perfectly cooked pancake in it. He looks like a little kid on Christmas who just got their most wanted gift.

"That's a pretty pancake." I say, laughing a little at his giddiness over a pancake.

"It's not just a pretty pancake, it's a beautiful one." He defends his pancake as he slides it onto a plate. He grabs raspberries out of the bowl and forms a smiley face. He continues to do the same thing for the rest he makes.

We sit and watch tv, much like we did when we were in the bunker, though this time it feels a little different. The natural light and ability to go out and about makes this ten times better than the bunker. This tv has more than three channels to choose from, and I think it's a good time to introduce Bucky to some of the modern day entertainment options. I turn the tv to one of my favorite guilty pleasure shows. After a few minutes, Bucky is obviously confused,

"Why are they doing this?"

"Well most of the time the fiancé just wants a green card, but there are some good episodes out there that seem more genuine." I tell him, but I don't think he's convinced.

"They don't even love each other and they're going to get married in ninety days?" He asks incredulously. I nod my head,

"Yeah, pretty much." I say, enjoying watching him struggle to understand the concept. I grab our dishes and put them in the sink as the commercials interrupt the show. Watching Bucky try to understand reality tv is more enjoyable than I ever could've imagined. I flip through more channels to see if anything else is on, but land on the news. I don't think Bucky could have taken any more trashy reality shows.

I wonder if there's going to be anything about what the Avengers are doing. On one hand I hope there's no coverage on them because that means their cover hasn't been blown and they're probably doing okay. On the other hand, I want to know that they're all okay and what they're doing, and whether they'll be back soon.

"Do you think they're okay?" I ask, turning the volume down on the tv. Bucky sighs and tilts his head,

"I think they're okay. It's hard saying how many are there at that base though." I can tell he's thinking of Steve and his well-being the most.

I've never been to Hydra's base in Sokovia, though I heard whisperings about it. Most of it was talking about some sort of human experimentation. At one point, I overheard my father discussing if I will be relocated there to carry out the Winter Soldier mission. I heard it was a bad place, and many people don't make it out of there. The one thing I'm grateful to my father for was never sending me there.

"Waiting and not knowing is the worst part." I say. There are so many things that can go wrong, and we're probably the only two people that know where the Avengers are right now.

"We waited in the bunker for four days, we can do it." Bucky tries to give encouragement, though I can tell he's not happy about the situation either.

"I hated that bunker so much." I shake my head. Silence falls over us, neither knowing what to say, and preoccupied with thoughts. Bucky shifts around on his side of the couch and runs a hand through his hair. I can't stand sitting on the couch to let my intrusive thoughts cause me anxiety, I get up and head outside where the air is warm. Shortly after, I hear Bucky join me.

"You know, neither Steve nor Natasha finished showing me how to fight." I look over at Bucky, squinting slightly from the sun.

"Are you saying you want me to show you?" He clarifies, and I nod my head.

"I mean yeah, why not?" I ask. I remember when I first asked Steve to show me and Bucky went inside, almost like he was disappointed I didn't ask him. I see him look to his left hand and back to me,

"Adalyn, I don't know. I already hurt you once the other day. Are you sure it's a good idea?" He asks. I rub the area on my arm where his metal hand left a bruise, which is almost completely healed.

"Bucky you were startled and didn't mean to hurt me, if I wasn't completely sure I wouldn't have asked." I say and stand up, hoping he agrees to show me. After a few moments he stands and nods his head,

"Alright let's get started." He says and I nod, waiting for him to give me instructions.

Steve's fighting style relied on being strong and using pure strength, which I have very little of. Natasha's style was more suited for me, focusing on exploiting the other's weaknesses and moving swiftly. Bucky's style is a nice mixture of both, though I think he leans more towards Steve's style than Natasha's.

Bucky shows me how to take people down from behind, what areas to target to make people collapse the quickest. He helps me integrate some things Natasha showed me as well. The moves are difficult, but after a few times I'm able to get most of them.

We stand across from each other and I take a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. I've tried this move a few times but haven't been able to get it just yet, I'm hoping this time is different. Bucky nods to me and quickly turns around, so that his back is facing me.

I run up behind him and grab his shoulders, using my momentum to swing myself under his right arm. I lift my left leg to hook onto his right shoulder, and put my right leg on his left. I cross my ankles to help keep myself in place. He holds me up for a moment, and my eyes widen. I finally did it. Bucky puts me down and smiles.

"I told you that you'd get it." I smile back, happy that I was able to finally land it. Though the position looks a little odd, Bucky explained that from there I could hit someone on the head with my elbows and knock them out, or I could use my weight and the momentum created to slam them to the ground.

"So when are you going to show me how to do take someone to the ground from there?" I ask, feeling excited that I'm finally learning how to defend myself. I don't feel pressure to always perform well for Bucky like I did with Steve and Natasha.

"I think once you get the basics down completely then you'll be ready." He says and I nod, ready to go again. We set up again, just like we did last time. This time I hope I can do it smoother and quicker.

Once his back is turned to me, I run towards him. As soon as I feel my fingers on the fabric of his shirt I start the swing, creating one fluid motion. I hook my legs around his shoulders and cross my ankles. I know that one was better than last time, it felt quicker and more efficient. Bucky once again sets me down,

"That time was better, you're using the momentum to create that one motion." He says and I thank him, feeling confident in myself.

"You better watch out old man, one day I'll get good enough and take you down." I joke with him, feeling like this is a good stopping point for the day. I feel bad for continuously using Bucky's body to learn new moves. He laughs a little at my remark.

"We'll see about that." We walk inside the building, and I grab a glass of water.

After training with Bucky for a few hours, I'm excited for Steve and Natasha to come back so I can show them what I learned. I feel almost like a child wanting to show their parents a drawing they did at school. Though I know the few things I learned don't even begin to compare to what they can do, I want them to be proud of me and know that they don't have to go out of their way to protect me whenever something bad happens.

As the sun begins to set, Bucky and I find ourselves back on the couch. The faux fireplace under the tv is on, the atmosphere is laid back and cozy. I feel the muscles in my inner thighs start to get sore from how much I used them today, but I try to embrace the soreness. I stretch my legs out in front of me, settling into the couch,

"Did I do that?" Bucky's voice breaks the silence and startles me a little.

"Do what?" I ask, confused about what he's asking. I look and notice his eyes are locked in on my left thigh, which is exposed by the shorts I wore today. I run my fingers over the area and shake my head,

"No Bucky, you didn't do that. That happened when I left Hydra." I explain. He meets my eyes and I sigh, I didn't think I'd have to talk about this today, but I'll do it for Bucky.

"The day I decided to leave, my father ordered the agents to turn against me, he told them 'shoot to kill'. They tried, but only got my thigh, Dane was the one who shot me. I had to dig the bullet out myself, and it didn't heal properly, which is why it looks like that." I say, knowing the skin around the wound's site is red and deformed.

"Your father ordered them to kill you?" Bucky asks, I nod.

"Yeah, he told everyone there to kill me if they could. I poisoned him with cyanide and those were his last words, I tried to poison Dane too but he didn't go for it. They probably figured I'd die out there anyways." I say. I've never told Bucky the entire story of how I got out and what happened, I only just mentioned bits and pieces here and there.

"I'm so sorry." He says in a soft voice.

"After I got out and lost them, I was in the woods for days. I was in and out of consciousness from the blood loss. Eventually, I found a small village and I heard people talking about going to America to pay off their debts. I found a lady who was involved in the operation. It was a human trafficking deal, families would sell their children, women would offer themselves up, even men offered themselves. They had no guarantee about what would happen once they reached America, if they survived the trip. I managed to get a spot on a boat and was smuggled into America." I say, feeling my throat tighten as I recall what happened. It happened years ago but it feels like it happened the other day. I take a moment to gain my composure,

"There were children on that boat, their families sold them and they didn't understand what was going on. They cried every single night for their mothers. One of them died the night before we reached the shore, he was only seven." I say, and look to the ceiling. Tears threaten to spill onto my face. I remember that little boy clear as day.

"There were people waiting at the shore, they were expecting us. I overheard some of the people talk amongst each other about what they were going to do to them." I say, having to stop myself from repeating the vile words I heard. I look down at my lap, taking a few deep breaths before I can continue or else I think I may choke on my words.

I had tried to push those memories far back in my mind. Every single person on that boat with me deserved better, and there was nothing I could do to help them. I remember how the trafficker tossed the little boy's body into the water like he was nothing. I remember the look on some of the prospective buyers' faces as we reached shore, talking about which child had the most appeal. I feel sick to my stomach thinking about what those poor children had to face, what any of them had to face. I was the lucky one on the ship.

My heart breaks for the people I remember, every single one of them deserved to live a free life, not one of abusive servitude. And I hope the girls I was able to save are safe and found happiness. I feel Bucky's arms wrap around me, and he holds me close to his chest. I feel as though I should be crying, but I think I've conditioned myself to be numb in order to protect myself from the emotions. I've never told anyone the story, hearing it being said out loud makes it seem more real. It's hard for me to process everything after all these years, I don't know as if I'll ever be able to work through it all.

"It's okay, I'm here." Bucky whispers into my hair as he kisses the top of my head. My body feels numb, my mind is working overtime. I remember more bits and pieces of what happened, things I purposefully tried to forget. Bucky is warm as he holds me close, and I appreciate his willingness to be there and support me in whatever way he can.

"They didn't deserve it." I say monotonously. Not that I don't have any emotions, I just have too many to distinguish one of them in my tone.

"None of you deserved that." Bucky whispered. I lean into him some more, my mind racing through memories as snippets, remembering the screams of mothers being separated from their children, and vice versa. I remember the cold, how everyone's skin was a light shade of blue the entire trip to America, the sea is an unforgiving place.

As moments pass, I find myself gaining my composure back, pushing the unwanted memories aside. I take in Bucky's warmth for a moment before I sit up straight and look at him, a somber expression on his face. He's staring into the fireplace. The fake flames illuminate his blue eyes, which I can see has traces of tears in them. My heart sinks, I didn't mean to upset him with my story.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." He says, making eye contact with me. I feel more vulnerable than I ever have around him, and I'm grateful he isn't asking further questions about my experience. Instead of saying anything back, I adjust myself so that I'm sitting beside him and rest my head on his shoulder.

I watch the flames dance as I reminisce, and I feel as if some sort of weight has been lifted off of me. I reach for Bucky's hand as I watch the flames, needing to feel the comfort and security he offers. He grabs my hand and rests his head on mine.

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

Just noting this down here, I don’t know if it means anything because really medication should only have an effect after about 2 weeks and I’ve assumed that anything else could be an indicator something’s gone wrong

But I noticed today and yesterday Alhamdulilah I’ve managed to…. Pull myself out of spiralling thoughts? Maybe not immediately, it can go on a bit like it did the other day where I did feel anxious, but not so manic! And today I’ve noticed even if the thoughts did wander on for a bit, no anxiety, just realising the thoughts and then gently pushing them to the side

And just now I had a bit of a bad moment with some flashbacks and… I am not having a trauma spiral, it was like the emotions were more muffled, my head feels quieter Alhamdulilah.

Again could just be me having the time and space to calm myself and those new habits of gently moving myself along from thoughts, or moving them along gently and just not giving everything the huge weight of importance. I’m working at those good habits ^_^ Alhamdulilah

But perhaps the medication is giving me a little leg up?

Oh also, last time with the sertraline I had the headaches and upset tummy and every side effect the whole week

I only had the bad headache the first day I took the fluoxetine, since then I seem to be fine.

I feel like Roxanne in Megamind

“Cautiously optimistic, and pleasantly confused”

I’m not assuming anything either which way though, I’m just Insha’Allah going to continue on as normal but taking care to note things down.

[health-care-products-24]

A Household Hero: My Experience with The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies

Life throws curveballs, and sometimes, those curveballs come in the form of minor ailments when a trip to the doctor isn't exactly convenient. For years, I relied on over-the-counter medications for everything from headaches to stomachaches. However, I wanted to explore more natural solutions. That's when I discovered The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies. This comprehensive guide has become my go-to resource for addressing everyday health concerns with natural remedies readily available in most households.

A Treasure Trove of Natural Solutions

The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies isn't a collection of far-fetched cures. It's a practical guide packed with natural remedies passed down through generations, specifically chosen for their effectiveness in treating common ailments. Here's what impressed me most:

Focus on Kitchen Staples: The book emphasizes using readily available ingredients like honey, ginger, and apple cider vinegar. This makes it a budget-friendly and accessible approach to home remedies.

Simple and Clear Instructions: The book doesn't bombard you with complicated medical jargon. Each remedy is presented with clear instructions and easy-to-follow steps. This empowers readers to take charge of their well-being without feeling overwhelmed.

Wide Range of Ailments: From soothing a sore throat to calming an upset stomach, the book offers natural solutions for a variety of everyday health concerns. This makes it a one-stop resource for common household ailments.

Empowered to Take Charge of My Health

Since incorporating The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies into my life, I've felt more empowered to manage my health naturally. Here's how it's impacted me:

Reduced Reliance on Medication: For minor ailments, I now turn to the natural remedies in the book before reaching for over-the-counter medications. This has not only saved me money but also reduced my overall medication intake.

Increased Knowledge and Confidence: The book has equipped me with the knowledge and confidence to address everyday health concerns myself. This sense of self-reliance is empowering and allows me to take a more proactive approach to my well-being.

A Natural Approach for the Whole Family: The book's focus on natural remedies makes it a valuable resource for the whole family. I can now address minor scrapes, coughs, and upset tummies with natural solutions, giving me peace of mind and avoiding unnecessary trips to the doctor's office.

A Valuable Investment in Natural Wellness

It's important to remember that The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies shouldn't be a substitute for professional medical advice. However, for minor ailments, it offers a wealth of natural solutions worth exploring.

A Household Essential for Natural Wellness

If you're looking for a practical guide to natural home remedies, The Doctor's Book of Survival Home Remedies is an excellent choice. It's a valuable investment in natural wellness, empowering you to take charge of your health and address everyday concerns with readily available solutions. Remember, natural remedies can be a powerful tool in your well-being toolkit, and this book can be your guide on that journey.

[smbwana-online]

Preparing For Your First Period | Comic Week 13 - created on Corel Painter.

Lately, Nolo and her mum have been hard at work collecting the necessary items for a first-period home-survival kit and travel-emergency kit. The two kits share many of the same items, so let’s first look at the products that Nolo keeps in both.

Naturally, the first and perhaps most important item Nolo has is pads. There are many menstrual products that girls can use from pads to tampons to menstrual cups. However, for a first period, a pad may be easiest and most comfortable to use.

Tissues are useful to pack into both kits as well. A first period may illicit a lot of emotions or perhaps a mishap like getting some menstrual blood on your clothes may upset you. Having some tissues around allows you to have a good cry when you need one. When speaking of mishaps, wet wipes are a vital product to have. Periods can be messy and a wet wipe can clean up any mess with ease – just remember to discard them in a bin and not in the toilet!

Nolo’s mum is comfortable with her using pain relievers so she has provided her with a few to store in both kits. If your parents allow you to make use of them, it’s always good to have one or two on you at this time. With periods come cramps, headaches and other aches and pains that may be too much to bear, so having some relievers may make it easier on you. Next is deodorant: did you know that during your period many experience strong body odour? Having some deodorant with you, at home or at school, can keep you fresh all day and keep the B.O away.

And finally, we come to the true heroine of any girl’s period: chocolate! No period kit would be complete without a little stash of chocolate to get you through the tears, cramps and cravings. A bit of chocolate may help to improve your mood, boost your energy sugar or just make you some comfort when needed. Dark chocolate, choc-a-bloc with magnesium and omega-6 fatty acids can help relax those cramping muscles.

Now that we’ve seen what Nolo keeps in both kits, lets venture into the products that are exclusively for home or travel use. For school and anywhere outside the house, Nolo keeps a cute travel pouch in which she carries all of her necessities. This is a much easier and more discreet option than dumping everything into her school bag. Nolo’s mum also gives her a little bit of loose change to stash away in case she finds herself in need of something she doesn’t already have (like more chocolate). Lastly, an extra pair or two of underwear is incredibly important for Nolo to keep in her travel pouch.

For home, Nolo keeps a hot water bottle that she will use on her tummy if her cramps become too much to handle. A bit of warmth on the area can help to ease the pain and relax the muscles. In her home kit, she also keeps a bright purple sticky note with the bold letters stating “DRINK WATER” to remind her to stay hydrated at a time when her body will need it most. Lastly, and what her mum believes to be most important for any girl, is a journal for her thoughts and feelings. Periods, especially the first, can bring about a lot of emotions. Having a private journal to express and explore your thoughts is important for any young girl going on a journey as epic as this one.

Now that you’ve seen what Nolo has in her kits, making your own for yourself or your friends should be a breeze!

Illustrated and written for the IAMFORHER Foundation's educational program on puberty and menstruation for children and adolescents.

[awesamforehead]

Pass around some chamomile tea for those who witnessed the Georgenotfound stream on 5/31/2023

[goldenempyrean]

Natasha Romanoff Does Not Get Sick

〚 Notes - I started writing this a while ago but honestly I lost motivation and I just ended up finishing it last night instead of sleeping :p enjoy :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Natasha Romanoff does not get sick. It’s as simple as that. She’s the Black Widow something like this wasn’t meant to effect her - only it did. 〛

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Natasha Romanoff does not get sick. It’s as simple as that. Never once in the 5 years you’d been married had you seen her sick and never once in the 3 years prior to that too. Sure, she’d get the occasional headache or stomach cramps but those were mainly due to her inability to rest and take breaks when training.   

The file for her sick days at SHIELD was completely blank - just an empty folder sitting on a shelf. Hell, her only days off were the times she’d been so injured that it almost unable to walk but even she’d still insisted on coming in, it was only after you’d firmly put your foot down that she’d agreed to stay home. 

It didn’t matter how many countless germs she had been exposed too; she simply just did not pick anything up. No cases of the sniffles, no upset tummies. Not even the occasional sore throat. So, you could only imagine her confusion when she woke up that Monday morning and with an uncomfortably dry feeling settling at the back of her throat. Strange. 

She blinked groggily, her eyes adjusting to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. She shifted in bed, feeling an unusual heaviness in her limbs. As she sat up, the dryness in her throat intensified, causing her to cough lightly. It was a foreign sensation; but one she just couldn't quite ignore. 

Beside her, you were still snoozing away, your messy bedhead sprawling onto the pillow beneath you as you slept. Cute. Natasha smiled a little as she moved some off the hair from your eyes and pressed a soft delicate kiss to the top of your head. Her pretty darling. 

Glancing over to her phone, the screen lit up revealing the time. It was almost 6:45. Alright, just enough time to shower and train, she thought to herself before tucking you up in her side of the blanket as she got out of the bed. 

Oddly, the room felt colder than normal. The soft carpet beneath her feet felt different, like it was harder than usual. It made her joints feel funny as she wandered into the bathroom. 

Natasha turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body, hoping it would ease the strange sensations she was experiencing. As the steam enveloped the bathroom, she stood there for a moment, allowing herself to relax under the soothing flow. 

But as the water hit her skin, she realised something was wrong. The warm droplets which usually brought her much comfort now felt akin to icy pin pricks against her sensitive flesh. The widow shivered involuntarily, feeling a chill that seemed to seep deep into her bones as the small droplets continued to bash against her skin. 

Not only that but her arms felt heavy? If that was even possible. As she lifted her arms to reach up for the soap, she could feel them straining and aching. Similar too how they felt after many hours of lifting and training. Whatever, it didn’t matter now. Nat finished up her shower, she shivered again as she turned off the water and stepped out the tiled floor despite the warm steam still lingering around the room. 

Wrapping herself in a towel, Natasha stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. She noticed the pallor of her skin, a stark contrast to her usual vibrant complexion. Her lips were slightly chapped, and there was a faint flush on her cheeks. She reached out to touch her reflection, almost expecting it to be an illusion, but the cold sensation against her fingertips confirmed that this was real. 

Her body felt sluggish, her movements slower than usual. Even the simple act of drying herself off seemed to require more effort. Once finished, Nat let out a soft sigh as she tried to brush off the strange sensations and feelings. 

As she quietly crept back into the bedroom, she could see that you’d gone from being in a cuddle huddle on the bed to sprawling across the whole thing, looking rather like a starfish. Nat found herself giving a small chuckle at this but quickly winced afterwards, bringing up her hand to rub at the outside of her throat. The feeling wasn’t just uncomfortable, this time it hurt.  

It seemed to disappear though just as quickly as it came and Natasha let herself forget about it as she surveyed her wardrobe looking for something to wear. Eventually she settled on a pair of gym leggings and one of her designated work-out tee’s. 

Quietly, she made her way out of the room and carefully closed the door behind her, trying not to disturb you as you slept. And she made her way down towards the communal kitchen to get her daily cup of coffee and to make her usual pre-work-out shake. 

The kitchen was empty, to no-one's surprise. She was usually the only person up and active at this time of day, well, other than Tony who was usually tinkering with some form of gadgets in his lab.  

Nat grabbed her cup and began making her shake as she waked for her coffee but the usual hum of the coffee machine and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, didn't bring the same comfort they usually did. The scent seemed muted, the taste lacking its usual richness and depth. In fact, in all honesty, she could barely smell it at all. 

As Natasha leant over the countertop, sipping her coffee, she couldn't help but notice how everything felt... off. The normally comforting warmth of the mug against her hands felt distant and cold. The drink tasted bitter and bland, failing to provide its usual energy boost. She pushed the mug away; the appeal of the drink being lost all together. 

It was then that the Widow felt a sudden tickle in her nose, followed by an intense urge to sneeze. She scrunched up her face, trying to suppress the impending sneeze, but it was futile. A forceful sneeze erupted from her, catching her by surprise. It was followed by another, and then another… and the another. 

“God, what is wrong with me today.” Nat mumbled to herself as she reached across the counter to tear roll a piece of kitchen roll, intending to blow her nose to get rid of whatever had tickled her so much. Much to her annoyance though, the action didn’t provide much relief and instead only served to make the edges of her poor nose feel like they had just been scrubbed with rough sandpaper. Ugh. 

Whatever it wasn’t like she could fix it, maybe she just needed to sweat it out for a bit. Work up her heart rate and clear her head. So, she abandoned the kitchen and set out for the gym. 

However, with every step she took, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her normally agile and graceful movements felt sluggish and heavy. It was as if her body was protesting against the physical exertion, she was subjecting it to. 

She reached the gym and glanced around at the familiar equipment and training area. The sight that usually filled her with motivation and excitement now seemed daunting. She sighed heavily and decided to start with some light stretching to warm up her aching muscles. But as she reached down to touch her toes, a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to stumble and catch herself on the nearest exercise machine. 

“Shit.” She paused to gather herself, she swallowed and was unable to ignore the scraping feeling that had followed immediately after. Nat coughed thickly; the raspy sound muffled slightly by the back of her wrist as leaned against the exercise machine for support. 

She should’ve stopped there but in her true, stubborn fashion, Nat forced herself to push through the discomfort and continued with her training routine, determined not to let whatever this was slow her down. She started with some light cardio, stepping onto the treadmill and setting a moderate pace. But with every stride, her legs felt heavier - like somebody had attached a heaving weight to her ankles - and her rasping breaths grew shallower and shallower until it felt like she could no 

longer breath at all. 

Thick beads of sweat formed on her forehead and Natasha could feel her body temperature rising. But this was different, it was not the subtle heat coming from over worked muscles, this was something else. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, only to realise her palm was clammy and hot against her own skin. 

But she refused to give in. An irresponsible move at the time but it was the only thought she thought to do. She increased the intensity of her workout, thinking that pushing harder would somehow make her feel better - oh, how wrong she would turn out to be. Nat dragged herself from the treadmill and over to the weightlifting area, grabbing dumbbells that felt immensely heavier than usual. The strain on her arms felt horrible but still, she continued to ignore it. 

As she attempted a bicep curl, her trembling arm faltered, and the weight slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the floor. Natasha's heart sank as frustration mixed with exhaustion. She had never felt so weak, so vulnerable. Tears welled up in her eyes, a combination of physical pain and emotional frustration. 

Just as she was about to push herself for one more rep, a wave of nausea crashed over her as she began coughing uncontrollably. Reality finally hit her when black spots crowded her vision. The light above seemed to flicker rapidly, twisting and convulsing in sharp rays as the room span around her. She couldn't ignore the fact that something was seriously wrong with her now. She’d had pushed herself way past the breaking point, and her body had finally rebelled. 

Her tired body convulsed with a sudden sneeze, her entire frame jolting forward. The force of it surprised her, causing her to stumble and clutch onto the weight rack for support. Her nose tickled with an intense sensation, and before she could even react, another sneeze erupted from deep within her. 

It was a violent, explosive sneeze that wracked her body, sending sharp jolts of pain through her chest and abdomen. The sneezes came in quick succession, each one more powerful than the last, leaving Natasha feeling drained and dizzy. She brought her hand to her nose, which was now red and raw from the constant rubbing and wiping. 

“Oh fuck…” Now Nat knew this was sickness - she wasn’t an idiot. She’s seen girls from the red-room get ill and be dragged off to God know’s where only to return as empty, broken shells. That’s if they ever returned at all. But how could this be. She was the Black Widow. A merciless killer. Natasha Romanoff does not get sick. 

Yet here she was. 

Finally giving in, Nat mustered all her strength to stand up, intending to leave the gym and find solace in the comfort of her own bed. But as she took a step forward, her legs wobbled beneath her, unable to support her weight. With a sigh of resignation, she lowered herself back down, sprawling on the cool floor. 

Lying there, the cold, lonely tiles provided some relief to her feverish body. The gym around her faded into the background as she closed her eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control over her deteriorating condition. The room continued to spin and warp around her, and she felt the sweat-soaked fabric of her workout clothes cling uncomfortably to her blazing skin. 

Her feverish mind raced with thoughts of the consequences of her reckless behaviour. She had pushed herself too hard, ignoring the signs of fatigue and pain until her body had reached its breaking point. The Black Widow had always prided herself on her physical prowess and resilience, but now she found herself helpless and vulnerable. 

Each breath she took felt like a struggle, her chest constricting with each inhalation. Coughs continued to wrack her body, the violent spasms sending jolts of pain through her weakened frame. The sound of her coughs echoed in the empty gym, a harsh reminder of her own mortality. 

A sense of frustration and anger surged within Natasha. She was used to being in control, to relying on her strength and skill to overcome any obstacle. But now, she was at the mercy of a relentless illness that she couldn't simply fight or defeat. It was a humbling experience, one that forced her to confront her own limitations.  

All she wanted was you. She craved your comforting touch; the soft alluring sound of your voice was all she’s need. But it felt as if you were so far away, a place she’d never be able to reach, not here from the tiled floor anyway. Maybe she could just close her eyes for a moment to regather herself. Then she’d pull herself up and come back and fall into your loving hold. That was the plan. 

But as Natasha's eyes fluttered shut, her body succumbed to the overwhelming exhaustion that had been building within her. Sleep enveloped her like a heavy blanket, pulling her deeper into its embrace. The gym and its surroundings faded away, replaced by a dreamscape where she could find solace and healing. 

In her dreams, Natasha found herself in a serene garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the soothing sounds of a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and pain that had consumed her waking hours. She felt a sense of peace and tranquillity wash over her, easing the tension in her body and mind. 

As she wandered through the garden, she came across a small pond shimmering with crystal-clear water. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she knelt down beside it, dipping her fingers into the cool liquid. The sensation brought a momentary relief from her fevered state, soothing the heat radiating from her skin. 

In her dream, time seemed to stand still, allowing her to bask in this tranquil oasis. She closed her eyes and focused on the rhythmic sound of her own breath, allowing it to guide her into a state of deep relaxation. The weight of her illness seemed to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and strength. 

In this dream state, Natasha felt a familiar presence drawing near. She turned her head, her heart skipping a beat as she saw you standing there, your eyes filled with concern and love. You reached out a hand, and without hesitation, she reached for it, intertwining her fingers with yours as hoards of blood red butterflies suddenly seemed to appear from nowhere and everywhere, the crashing sound of their rapidly fluttering winds was almost overpowering as she clutched your hand desperately

But then something else came, the butterflies thunderous flapped quietened down and the touch of your hand had sent a wave of warmth surging through Natasha's body, as if your very presence had the power to heal her. She leaned into you, seeking the comfort and support she had longed for. Your voice, soft and soothing, whispered words of reassurance and love into her ear. 

It wasn’t until she stirred, feeling a deep cooling sensation dabbing over her face that she realised you weren’t in her dream talking to her. You were sat over her, an anxious expression of worry plastered across your face as you pressed a wet washcloth to her face. 

“Y/N?” She croaked out, her voice barely louder than a whisper. It took Nat a few moments to register that she was no longer laying on the cool floor of the gym but the soft welcoming embrace of her mattress. 

Nat’s brows furrowed as she tried to recall the events leading up to this moment. The dream still lingered in her mind, the garden and the pond, the butterflies and your comforting presence. But now, reality had taken hold, and she found herself grateful to be in the familiar comfort of her own bed, with you by her side. 

"You’ve burning up with the flu sweetheart, why on earth did you go and train like this," You sighed softly, pressing the cool cloth against her forehead as you tried hard to keep the lecturing tone out of your voice. There was definitely going to be a discussion about her reckless at some point or another but right now taking care of her took priority. 

"How did I even get here?" Your wife asked weakly, only having the energy turning her head away before setting off into a series of thick, raspy coughing. 

"You passed out in the gym," You explained gently, your hand coming to trace soothing circles on her back. "I found you and carried you back to your room. You've been out for a few hours now. 

Natasha nodded weakly, her throat raw and dry from the coughing. She felt a mix of gratitude and guilt, grateful that you had found her and taken care of her, but guilty for putting yourself in a position where you had to worry about her well-being. 

"I'm sorry," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to worry you." 

You leaned in closer, your voice filled with concern. "It's okay, Nat. I'm just glad you're back and that I could take care of you. You don't have to apologise. I'm here for you." 

Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes, her fevered state making her emotions feel raw and overwhelming.  

She reached out and grasped your hand, holding it tightly as a mixture of gratitude, love, and vulnerability washed over her. 

"I needed you," she admitted softly, her voice filled with a mix of longing and exhaustion. "I thought about you when I was lying there on the gym floor. I wanted your touch, your voice. I wanted to feel safe in your arms." 

You squeezed her hand gently, your touch grounding her and providing the comfort she craved. "I'm right here, Nat. I'm not going anywhere, just let me take care of you." 

With your reassurance, Natasha allowed herself to surrender to your care. She closed her eyes, letting the weight of her illness and the fatigue pull her back into a deep slumber.  

This time, she didn't dream of gardens or butterflies. Instead, she dreamed of your presence, the sound of your voice, and the feeling of your love surrounding her, offering her everything she could ever need. 

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🧚🏻‍♀️ Fairy's Advent Calendar 2024 - You made my dawn 🧚🏻‍♀️

Dec 1 – Prologue - 💎

The idea of accompanying and shaping new trainees on their way to become famous and successful sounded romantic, didn’t it? Grand even. It took her about three to four business days to realize that working with trainees was anything but glamorous. It was chaotic, a cacophony of sound and most of all it was messy. [CW: /]

Dec 3 – Snot/Angel - 😇

That made ruined-by-trainees-shirt #7. Oh, well. [CW: /]

Dec 4 – Stomach bug/Baby - 🍚

“Well, none of us expected to be reacquainted with his breakfast, especially without warning.” [CW: emeto]

Dec 5 – Doctor's appointment/Boo - 🍊

“Will they take blood?”, he whispered as if the doctors in the building would just appear to do that if he said it any louder. [CW: /]

Dec 6 – Motion sick/Buddy - 🐢

“Can we pull over? I think he is about to puke.” [CW: emeto]

Dec 7 – Losing a stuffed plushie/Cutie - 😸

“Noona, you need to come”, he said, even tugging at her hand to get her moving. “It’s an emergency. Junnie is crying so much.” [CW: /]

Dec 8 – Shyness/Darling - 🍒

His voice was nearly pained when the teenager whispered: “Noona, I, uh, I really need to use the bathroom.” [CW: /]

Dec 10 – Clumsy/Dear - 🐕

Her friends with toddlers always told Eunji that nothing had them running faster than silence. [CW: /]

Dec 11 – Headache/Hon - 🦌

“Noona, I don’t feel well” was a sentence Eunji had long since started to dread. Whether it was a headache, an upset tummy or homesickness, she didn’t like those words. It always meant one of her kids wasn’t okay and that was not okay at all. [CW: nausea, gagging]

Dec 12 – Bandaging wounds/Kiddo - ⚔️

We are never ever going out again without a first aid kit. [CW: /]

Dec 13 – Perfection/Love -🦖

She had lost count how often she had soothed frustrated tears, carried an exhausted trainee to bed and been there when their bodies gave out. [CW: emeto]

Dec 14 – Wiping away tears/Sweetheart 🐈‍⬛

It was nights like this that she was reminded how important it was that they checked in on their trainees. [CW: mentions of bullying]

Dec 15 – Homesick/Sweetie 🐸

He was so scared, just sent to Korea with a gold ring to sell if he was lost. [CW: /]

Dec 17 – Fever/Tiger 🐯

“Hi, Eunji-ssi. This is Laura”, the English teacher greeted her back and without more preamble continued. “Could you come by the classroom now, please?” [CW: /]

Dec 18 – Jealousy 🍚🍊

“I wasn’t sure if you could do this high note, Seungkwan, before I heard you sing, but I firmly believe you got this”, the vocal teacher said and handed him the sheet marked with Jihoon’s name. [CW: self-esteem issues]

Dec 19 – Loudness 🐈‍⬛⚔️

“Noona?”, Seokmin’s voice shook, his lips wobbling dangerously. “I think … I think I made Wonwoo-hyungie cry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” [CW: mentions of vomit]

Dec 20 - Choreography 😇🐯

“Hyungie”, he whispered, barely audible to Eunji’s ears. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that about yourself. I can’t stand hearing you say this.” [CW: self-esteem issues]

Dec 21 – Lost in the big city 🦌🐸

Looking at the clock she saw that it had been nearly two hours now and the snow was just falling more and more, the streets frozen and layered in white. And Jisoo and Minghao were out there, lost.  [CW: /]

Dec 22 – Food coma 😸🐕🐢

Even as the situation could have been avoided and mixing various cuisines was not the smartest idea, she couldn’t help but feel bad. All three of them looked miserable, clearly having been unable to estimate their limit. [CW: emeto]

Dec 24 – Big Brother 🍒🦖

They didn’t need her anymore. [CW: /]

Dec 25 – Hug 💎

Now, the trainees were spread over the dorm, working on making the tight quarters a Winter Wonderland.  [CW: /]

Notes: The missing days were filled with regularly scheduled fanfics.

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Spare fyolai and ranpoe HCs🤲

okay i can't promise this will be in character because i don't consume much fyolai content but i will try my best 🙏 also i assume ur asking for sickfic hcs if you meant something else pls correct me !! (also sorry this took so long omg)

also fyolai gets like a little nsfw bc theyre freaky like that 💖

ranpoe

- ranpo has never been Really sick a day in his life just out of sheer luck I'd imagine but those eating habits of his have to get him some solid stomachaches. and he is definitely complaining about it!!!

- he is asking (demanding) poe to rub his tummy when he doesn't feel good. poe is a good man and obliges every time. it always makes ranpo fall asleep 💖

- but he gets really bad food poisoning one day and ends the day like sobbing in poe's arms because he's so overwhelmed. the nausea, the actual act of throwing up, the cramping/soreness, burning in his throat, the headache from the dehydration is too much. poe is very sad about him being so upset and almost cries with him💔💔💔

- poe coming in clutch w the sweet factor though. "are you feeling alright dear?" "sweetheart, tell me where it hurts." "i need you to drink some water for me, my love."

- poe with the forehead kisses 😭😭😭💖 ranpo secretly loves them

- poe looks like a sickly man to me but i think he looks after his health very well...he has a personal doctor that regularly checks on him </3

- ranpo puts the pieces together quick but never says anything because he doesn't know if it's his place. he always has yosano on speed dial if he thinks something is wrong with poe however

- poe gets quiet when he's not feeling well but he always quietly seeks out ranpo's affection. he wants to hold hands and cuddle

- ranpo will always help him

fyolai

- nikolai is a dedicated emetophile for sure. making himself sick on purpose...he definitely likes puking. being sweaty and sore and being loud about it. fyodor thinks it's hot to watch.

- (thinking abt that official art) nikolai will also involve fyodor by force feeding him sweet things until he's nauseous and drooling

- nikolai is always the first to offer to stick his fingers down fyodor's throat if he mentions his stomach being sick

- fyodor canonically has anemia right LOL?? or is that a fandom delusion...lol regardless he does to me. he is elegantly fainting all the time. i bet he has a fancy fainting couch. i like the imagery of nikolai taking his arm when he stands up to prevent him from getting too dizzy from standing up too fast

- nikolai def likes seeing fyodor ill tho. sweat, drool, glassy eyes. fyodor catches him staring and says things like "take a picture, it lasts longer".

- nikolai watches him sleep and plays with his hair

- nikolai absolutely wants to be comforted if he doesn't feel good against his will though💖