#Got so stressed I made myself nauseous.

[deadm0ss]

We are not doing good boys !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kermitted-cause]

Literally me the last 5 years

[afternines]

I HAVE TO LAUGH I HAVE TO LAAUGGGGFHFH

[creedslove]

TAKING CARE OF JOEL WHEN HE'S SICK 🩺 - HEADCANONS

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I'm sick and tired of being the patient and being sick, I can't wait to finally become myself again, and in the meantime, I decided to flip the cards on the table and make Joel the sick one hehehe

• Joel is a very tough man and quite stubborn if we're gonna be honest here, so if he admits he's sick and/or in pain, it's because that man IS sick and in A LOT of pain and that's quite concerning

• Joel's strong and rough, so it's pretty rare for him to become sick in the first place, of course there's still occasional colds here and there, perhaps a sore throat and some stomach problems due to the amount of coffee and beer that man drinks and also the stress, but when he began complaining about a certain pain in right side of his back and that his pee was kind of funny + he didn't know exactly how to describe it, but you knew that meant trouble

• going to the hospital was the logical decision, if Joel wasn't so stubborn all the time, and assured you he would be fine and he would just need some time resting, a nap and he would be brand as new

• which obviously wasn't the case, since not only was he in pain the moment he woke up, but he was also soaked with sweat, checking up his temperature, you realized he was feverish and when you offered him some water and something to eat as he hadn't had anything in a while, he was also nauseous

• Joel had never felt that way and he was scared if he was going to be honest, even if he didn't want to admit it, he was shitting himself out of fear, what was up with him? What was he supposed to do with you and Sarah and Tommy and the company? He was so scared and nervous, his mind going crazy as he thought of many ways that situation could go on and his anxiety made him even worse

• as you drove him to the ER and waited with him, you grabbed his hand, caressing it gently and looking into his eyes, it broke your heart. Your big, strong boyfriend, always so ready to take care of all the problems in the world so you wouldn't have a single worry suddenly looked so small, scared and in pain, and the worst part of it, was that you couldn't do anything to help him, so you just pecked his cheek and assured him it would be over soon

• your heart also shattered when the doctor called Joel's name and your boyfriend looked so scared; you held his hand and assured him once more, as you tried not letting anxiety take over you while he was being seen by the doctor. The appointment felt like it took hours, and once Joel exited the room holding a bunch of papers and looking like a kicked puppy, your heart shattered again

"It's kidney stones"

• he said in a small voice and you wished you could take all of his pain away, but unfortunately, you couldn't, so you promised yourself you'd do your best to nurse him back into health

• you grabbed the papers, reading the exams results, the doctor's prescription and all the meds he would have to take, you grabbed him by the hand and drove back to the drugstore, buying Joel everything he needed and then headed home

• you made sure to buy him the best painkillers there were available as well as everything the doctor said Joel needed to take and the first thing you did as you got home, was making him take his meds

• you let Joel take a much needed nap, as you went to prepare him some food, always checking up the list the doctor made, since he needed to have a special diet for a few days

• you knew it was quite the suffering until he could finally pee the stone out, so you made sure to take care of your man: giving him lots of water and other liquids, making him soft and light foods without salt or anything else, giving him the painkillers whenever he needed to and checked him up for fever

• Joel was brave but you felt so upset each time you heard him groan in pain; however, you still felt proud of how strong he was

• when Joel finally felt the stone come out, you two celebrated! You kissed him and wiped the sweat and tears from his eyes, knowing he still needed some days of recovery since he was still hurt on the inside due to the stone's path

• but overall, he already felt and looked much better, and that cheered you up, always spending some time on the couch, where he could find a nice position and snuggled him, massaging his back and kissing his forehead

• as soon as he started recovering, you also began making his favorite food and favorite dessert, you knew it wasn't actually a good idea, but he'd suffered so much, he deserved treats and some spoiling

• it still took him a couple of weeks to become completely healed, and once he did, he made sure to take you out on a date, fancy steakhouse and all - steakhouse because that's Joel we're talking about - and made love to you, knowing he was in good hands to have you taking care of him that way 💞

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[reidsqlick]

You’re back.. || (S.R)

The second part of “You’ll be back, right?” — Part One!

pairing(s): Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

summary: he said he’d be back for you, you waited.. he hadn’t shown.. what’ll happen?

warning(s): (MDNI 18+) stress, nausea, self-degradation, skin picking, pet-names, fingering, swearing !! (i believe that’s all..)

word count: 1,8k

‘He had gotten up from the mattress, it springing up due to the loss of his weight. Once he reached the handle of the door you yelled out to him, "You'll be back, right?" your voice drowsy, dripping with tiredness.

He looked back for a moment, smiling softly, "Right."’

—

The room was pale, normal for a hotel room. It was dark, gloomy, very much on the brink of unsettling. You hadn’t quite realized this before.. not really minding the room, it’s average, right? You’ve been on this job to be able to say you’ve been in enough hotel rooms than the average person does in a lifetime, but this room.. it’s different. A pit starts to form in your stomach, a feeling of utter emptiness.

Well.. now it’s different. The obvious lack of your previous partner is enough to make you weak, not that you weren’t already.. but your mental state is becoming ever so fragile by the second. He hadn’t returned. He said he’d be ‘right back’ and truly, an hour and a half doesn’t seem to be ‘right back’ to me.

Reid had always been a man of his word.. in fact, he had promised you he hadn’t wanted to leave, yet the minute he did and got the chance to be stripped of your company, he took it. The pit in your stomach grows. Didn’t he want you as a partner? Didn’t he want what you wanted? Did he lie? Why does he always make you feel like this, one second he likes you, the next he’s gone without a word.

Tears begin to form in the creases of my eyes. Am I truly that naive? So naive I let the man I’d fallen hopelessly for three years ago take my virginity? I had to constantly remind myself not to let myself go, and here I am.. alone in a hotel room miles away from home, hopelessly trying to grip onto a sliver of hope that he’ll return any second.

The sad part is I actually thought he’d be back, I trusted him with my feelings, with my body. My stomach turns, a single tear falling from my eye and burning my skin, like a fire igniting within me… anger? No, not at all anger, but pure regret. I told myself I’d handle myself around guys, especially that one, and I hadn’t. I left myself down. Another tear falls from my glassy eye.

I want to reverse what happened, go back and tell myself that this had to have been another thing for Reid to have against you, another way for him to turn against you, another way to control your feelings in a way that was more than belittling.

I claw at my skin, picking at it, dangerously close to drawing blood, but I don’t care. My stress takes control, my body shaking, my skin an absolute wreck. I need an out, I need to be out. I want to be home.

I feel nauseous.

I’m rocking myself from side to side, a mechanism I’ve had since I was a child. Biting my lip, picking at the skin that surrounds my nails. I feel like a child. I’m so childish. Couldn’t I have denied him? Why do I let him into my heart when all he does is break mine? The pit in my stomach drops, I need to puke.

I crawl out of bed, and run to the bathroom, jerking myself forward, feeling my stomach turn. I hate loving Spencer Reid. It’s a mistake, one I shouldn’t have made, one I poorly made. I need to take it back, I need to leave the team, I need to be home, why did I drink so much?

As I sit there, direly close to puking everywhere, I hear the doorknob rattle, once the person on the other end had realized the door was locked, a knock came seconds later. I pulled myself off of the floor, I’m dizzy. Mental note to self: take medication for this headache.

When I open the door, unaware that it would’ve been smarter to look through the peephole before, it opens to a panting Reid, a concerned look on his face, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth when he saw my face.

He reached his arms out, springing forward to hug me, and he won’t even shake hands with people? His arms on me feel all too familiar, I’m nauseous. I want to push him away, but I need him here, I’m a puddle of nothing without him.

I’m so pathetic, it’s depressing.

I sniffle, having only cried minutes earlier. “Where were you?” I said quietly, almost a whisper. He frowned, keeping his hands steady on my waist “Pretty Girl…” he shook his head at what seemed to be himself, “I’m so sorry. I went to grab clothes for tomorrow so I would be able to stay with you tonight, I didn’t want to leave you alone..” he said, voice cracking.

“I didn’t mean it, I had searched my go bag and couldn’t find anything, I stressed, and that stress led to me being so tired I fell asleep, i didn’t want to leave you, love.. please understand.” You sniffle again, another tear falling from your eye, is he lying? If so, it’s got to be the worst lie he could’ve come up with.

He lifted one of his hands to your face, his thumb wiping away your tears, your cheek felt hot, the same fire from earlier getting hotter. “I waited for you.. you promised you’d be back..” you looked down, not needing to see him right now, it didn’t help your case.

“Angel..” his hand still soft on your face, his touch seemingly healing all that’s wrong. “you’ve got to believe me, I wouldn’t leave you like that, ever. You should’ve came and woke me up.” He shook his head again, “I shouldn’t have even been sleeping, princess.. trust me when I say I didn’t mean this even a little bit.”

You had to tell him you were a virgin, but first you needed to not be standing up, you were already dizzy, and this is the type of conversation you’d sit for. You waddle to your bed slowly, him following suit, once sat he was directly next to you, sitting against the headboard, hand slung around your waist, thumb rubbing circles into your plush skin.

“Reid…” your voice cracked, “I need to tell you something.” He nodded, “Mhm?”. The pit in your stomach returns again, eating you from the inside out. “I’m.. a.. well I was.. a-“ a tear falls down my cheek “virgin.” He’d completely had moved to face you, hand moving to your face to wipe your tears.

“Angel,” he spoke, quieting you when you’d almost interrupted him, “why didn’t you tell me? I.. was I? Too much..?” You giggled foolishly, tears still leaving your eyes, the faint taste of salt now lingering on your lips. “No, not too much.. just.. figured you- should know.”

He smiled softly, moving both of his hands to the side of your face, “Can I kiss you?” He asked, you nodded. “Do we have to go through this again? I’d prefer it if you used your words, Angel.” All that could leave your mouth was a faint “yes,” a whisper, silent consent for him to make his next move.

His mouth was on yours in an instant, his tongue entering your mouth tasted like your tears, making you wince. You melted into the kiss, feeling safe, feeling content.

The kiss had gotten heated quickly, your hips bucking into the air, a faint “please” left your lips. He broke of the kiss, “Hm? Couldn’t hear you, princess..” “Please, I-“ he chuckled, “You?” you looked down.. “I want.. more.. please?” He’d move his hand to your chin, lifting it, enforcing eye contact.

“Your wish is my command, pretty girl.” He smirked, spreading your legs, and reaching under your pajama pants, finding your apparent lack of underwear. “Oh..” he smirked “so wet already, all ready for me, right? No panties.. you wanted this.” His finger ran up your slit “you were waiting for this.” Your head fell back, whimpering his name.

He groaned in appreciation, his hand moving to circle your clit, watching your hips buck, hearing your name fall from your mouth with no remorse, he loves this. He loves you. Always has.. “Feel good, doesn’t it? I’m gonna take care of you, Angel.” More whimpers left your mouth.

He didn’t want to be too harsh on you, he wanted to take care of you, to apologize in the only way he knew. He was good with statistics, talked about them for hours, rambling as much as he could get in a conversation. His feelings? They’ve always been hard for him, he’s best through expressing how he feels physically. This is his way of apologizing, and you knew it without him even telling you.

He stopped his circles to move his fingers down to your aching cunt, it tightening around nothing, you were his favorite sight he’s ever seen by far. “You ready for them, princess?” He asks you, teasing you softly, “y- mhm, mhm yes.” You were essentially incoherent, he understood half of it, and the other half was answered by your body’s reaction to his words.

His fingers entered you slowly, but couldn’t keep that pace for long, watching your face contort under him was something that’s going to be ingrained in his mind for the rest of his life. His pace had sped up fairly quickly, not too fast where it’d hurt, but fast enough to make your legs shake with such ease you didn’t even know how a person could do such things.

You gripped onto the sheets, whimpering incoherently, “I- p- lease… m- fuck.. close…” how he can make you so needy, and get you ever so close in such a short amount of time baffles the both of you, he chucked, moving faster.. anything for you, forever. Your head cocked forward and you had locked eyes with Spencer, “I- Reid.. I’m- c-“ he cut you off, “let go for me baby, please. Let me make this up to you..” he brought his thumb back up to rub small, tight circles, matching the rhythm his fingers had kept.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your whole body warm, to cold, to hot, shaking like you had just hours before due to him. You had pulled your pajamas back up, and gotten closer to him, needing him.

The pit in your stomach was gone, vanishing without a trace.

“Thank you…” you smiled up at him, snuggling into his chest. He rubbed circles into your waist with his hand, “Anything, Angel. I don’t care what I have to do, but I promise, I’ll make this up. You didn’t deserve any of that, me leaving you? That was cruel, and I’m sorry.” He took a deep breathe, “I’m never going to leave you like that again.”

You spoke up, “Promise? And I mean promise. No empty ones, but ones you’ll stick to.” He smiled to himself, “Promise. I’ll fulfill however many promises it takes to make this one up to you..” you giggled, “I love you.” He whispered, making himself just loud enough so you could hear him, “I love you too.”

The room was livable again, I could breathe. I was relieved, the walls no longer feeling claustrophobic, I guess I won’t leave the team after all… Spencer’s worth waiting for.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is SOOOO bad holy shit but here you guys go i hope uu like it! please, i beg.. tell me how i did or something feedback really helps w stuff like this 🙏🙏

[blue-sadie]

I Thought-

Alpha Neteyam x Omega Reader

Summary: neteyam doesn’t always know how to express his feelings and cuts people out when he's angry even his little omega

Warning: modern day au, omegaverse au, almost reader death

Yn/3rd person pov

My body tensed on the couch, my hands clutching the woolen blanket tightly as I heard the slamming of the front door, my nose crinkling at the small of his anger.

"For fuck sake" he yelled throwing his belongings onto the floor making clashes and clungs of his fallen items.

I sunk back into the plushy cushions as my eyes meet his angered ones "h-hi neteyam" I whispered loud enough for him to hear me he only growled in response before stomping his way to our bedroom and slammed the door again.

My ears flattened against my head as I heard him yell out his frustrations but an idea popped into my head and I got right to work, jumping up from my spot and racing into the kitchen and getting all the ingredients I needed.

I grabbed my apron and tied it tightly around my waist and washed my hands before getting to work chopping, preparing and cooking I was making his favorite dish his mom gave me the recipe for and once all of that was slowly cooking I got to work on the dessert.

I tempered and iced the chocolate cake and once that was done I wiped my forehead admiring all my work and I did the final step which was setting the table with some freshly cut flowers.

I quickly cleaned myself up before making my way to our bedroom and softly knocked on the door "what" he muttered from inside the room "I-I made dinner for you" I murmured opening the door my eyes drifting to the door where he lay just staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm not hungry" he said his eyes only finding my for a second before returning to the ceiling "but I made you favorite and while we're eating we can talk-" he interrupted me by giving me a glare "I am not hungry omega" he yelled out.

My lip quivered he never called me omega he said it was to demeaning and hurtful I nodded quietly and closed the door again and made my way into the dining and ate by myself.

I couldn't eat much though my omega was stressing over him I couldn't even look at the cake the thought of it just made me nauseous, I quickly finished my food and wrapped the rest up and left it in the fridge for him to eat and I left the cake on the counter covered so no ants could get to it.

I walked to the bedroom and stood by the door at least for 30 seconds debating if I wanted to sleep in there or not my mood only worsened with each passing second was it me who caused him to be like this was he angry at me.

I shook my head trying to block out the negative thoughts as I made my way to the guest room slumping down onto the bed but I just couldn't fall asleep my omega was crying for attention but I knew I wouldn't be getting any anytime soon.

I twisted and turned but couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried my eyes were starting to become sore and my muscles started to arch I just slowly got up and made my way into the guest bathroom and filled up the tube.

"Maybe this is help" I slowly pulled off my clothes before hissing as I settled into the steaming hot water the water slowly relaxing my muscles, I tried relaxing more by closing my eyes but I couldn't get him out my mind.

I looked to the side where I saw a bottle of medication I quickly leaned over curiously and grabbed it and read the name it was addressed to my mother 'she must have left it here by accident'.

I looked at the label and it was sleeping pills I thought for a minute before uncapping the bottle and taking to out "maybe the will help" I murmured and put the rest of the bottle back onto the counter before swallowing the pills.

I sat around waiting for them to start working just getting a little more comfortable in the bath, my eye lids slowly started becoming more heavier and my breath more slower as the pills started to take effect.

My body slowly started to sink into the water but I was to tired to do anything and my mind was to distracted to the hear the slight padding of footsteps drawing nearer.

Neteyam couldn't sleep either he could never sleep without you so here he was looking into the guest bedroom where he thought you were and when you weren't there his eye brows frowned.

He looked back down the hallway his eyes only softening once he saw the sliver of light coming from the bathroom he walked over and softly knocked like you did before "baby" he called.

But he was only met with silence "yn im really sorry" but when he didn't get an answer this time an unsettling feeling started to fill his heart "baby if you don't answer I'm coming in" he threatened worryingly knocking a bit louder.

He quickly opened the door when he didn't get a response his eyes widening and his heart breaking as he runs and scoops her out of the water "baby" he screamed laying her onto the ground and started listening for her heartbeat.

He sighed in relief ae he heard it but quickly started cpr as it was fading "fuck" he cried as tears started welling up in his eyes "he quickly got his phone and dialed 911 "911 what's your emergency" the lady spoke.

"Hi my girlfriend was found in the bath she's not breathing and she has a heartbeat but it's fading" he rushed breathing heavily as he continued cpr "ok hold on I'm sending someone now" she tried calming neteyam down but he was to frantic.

He quickly wrapped you in a towl and picked you up as he heard the nearing sirens and rushed outside "please help her" he screamed the medics quickly rushed you inside and neteyam followed and held your hand tightly as they rushed to the hospital "please be ok".

-Time skip-

Lo'aks nose crinkled as he entered the room "dude you need to shower" he chuckled but shut up as neteyam glared at him "I am not going anywhere" he growled repeating the same words that he said to everyone else.

He never left your side once he just sat there clutching your hand tightly waiting for you to wake up "so did the doctor say anything" lo'ak asked as he stood at the foot of your bed.

Neteyam sighed heavily "he said whatever she took knocked her out and her omega is the reason she's still asleep" he said tiredly "what does he mean by that" "it means I fucked up ok" neteyam snapped.

Neteyam started to cry again "I fucked up I shut her out and I think her omega may have taken it to seriously and now she's like this because of me" lo'ak watched his eyes filled with sorrow for his brother.

"She almost died because of me" he sniffled staring at your face praying to see your eyes open "I'm the reason she's here" he whispered and softly kissed your hand.

"I love you omega please forgive me"

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[tomssexdoll]

can you do 2010tom x reader fic where they’re having twins<3

yess!

Mini me's

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N and Tom are having twins, it's time for her to give birth and she delivers 2 healthy babies, one boy and one girl. Tom is brought to tears seeing your beautiful babies. A/N: i cried while making this WARNINGS: details of giving birth

The day had finally come, 9 dreadfull months of being pregnant. I am being quite dramatic, being pregnant was so fun until the third trimester. The twins were so active when I was nearing my due date, kicking around and making me so nauseous.

I sat in the hospital bed, my water broke 10 hours ago and I was waiting to be fully dialated to give birth. Tom rushed in the doors, chest heaving up and down as he ran to my side, holding my hand.

"Sorry I was late baby..I had to get everything from the house that you needed" I chuckled "you were only 5 minutes late baby don't stress, I haven't even started pushing" he sighed and sat in the hospital chair next to the bed, relieved he didn't miss the birth of his children.

"I can't believe we're having kids at 21, I thought we'd be saving it until we were 30" I sighed, rubbing my huge belly. "Well we both love kids and couldn't wait I guess" he chuckled, rubbing my hand with his thumb softly.

Suddenly I started to feel more contractions and knew I was probably going to give birth any second now, "fuck! Tom get the nurse!" I winced, holding my belly and closing my eyes shut, taking deep breaths to try distract myself from the pain.

Tom shot up instantly and called out for a nurse, 3 of them came in and calmed me down, preparing me for the birth. Tom rushed by my side again and held my hand, whispering sweet nothings into me ear, "it's ok baby..you're doing great" he smiled, kissing my sweat drenched forehead.

I started to push, the pain stabbing into my lower abdomen. "Ahh!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks as I did another big push, "good girl schatz, keep going" Tom called out, I cried out, a few more big pushes made one of the babies heads pop out.

"So close honey! Keep pushing!" the nurse said, grabbing onto the babies head and pulling it out softly. The first baby came out and I was so tired, not being able to open my eyes properly. They took her to wash and treat her, check if she had any abnormalities.

The second babies head popped out a few minutes later, I started pushing again, my body weak and tired. "Cmon, just one more big push honey!" the nurse reassured me, pulling the baby out and cleaning him as well.

I layed back and panted, trying to catch my breath. Tom kissed the top of my head gently, "you did so well, I'm so proud" the nurse came around with the babies and pulled my nightgown down, revealing my chest and placing them on top.

I smiled down at them, tears streaming down my cheeks, "they are beautiful..oh my god" Tom choked out a sob, tears falling down his cheeks too.

Once the babies settled and finished crying I breastfed them, giggling at how tired they looked. "They are so adorable, they have your eyes" he smiled, pulling out clothes we had packed for them.

We got them changed and into the carriers, Tom softly rocking them so I could sleep. I fell asleep for a few hours, needing to rest desperately after everything that happened.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @ge-billsgf @syylss @bkaulitzlover @estxkios @ballhair @charliesgoodboy

[talaok]

Hey, I have this huge exam next week, it’s the biggest exam of my life so far and I’m stressed af. I consider myself a chill person but I’m feeling beyond anxious all the time and I have never felt this stressed in my life. It’s so hard to take care of myself rn like I don’t feel like eating but I have to because I’m nauseous and then I can’t find anything I’d like to eat and it makes me more anxious IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE I SWEAR AND APPARENTLY I HAVE TO EAT EVERY FOUR HOURS EVERY DAY BC I’M A HUMAN??

anyway, sorry for oversharing. I was gonna ask if you could write sth with pedro taking care of stressed reader, making sure she eats and is hydrated, filing up her coffee, cuddling with her when she has crying sessions wiping her tears and telling her everything’s gonna be okay and he’s gonna be there for her with every step no matter what. I literally crave comfort right now, and I’d be so grateful if you could write something 🥹

I love how caring and kind you are with asks, thank you so so so much for being here. Love you 💕💕💕💕

pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: Im so so sorry love, im one hundred percent sure youll do great, but in the meantime, i hope this will make you feel a little bit better, love you💗💗 (this ask did skip the line bc if i posted it two weeks from now it wouldn't have made any sense)

He didn't know how or when, but all of a sudden, all you did was study.

And at first, he didn't really think anything of it, you'd told him about the exam and about how important it was, so he understood, but what he didn't expect, was just how much you'd be studying.

You raised your head only to answer him, and even when you did, it was monosyllabic.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"no"

"did you drink any water today?"

"not really"

And no matter how many times he'd tell you how bad for you that was, the next time he asked, the answers were always the same. And that's exactly why by the second day, he had stopped asking and instead, started doing.

He had conceived a whole plan of attack.

For the days when he, unfortunately, had to go to work, he left two full water bottles and a glass on your desk, and an already cooked lunch in the fridge, so that all you needed to do was heat it up in the microwave.

But on the days when he didn't have to go to work, he took it upon himself to become your personal assistant, and your worst nightmare altogether.

No matter how much you complained, he forced you to take a break at least every two hours, he made sure you were drinking the water he poured into your glass, he made you coffee every time you asked, (always only after having reminded you that you didn't need more coffee but more sleep) and finally, he cooked or ordered all of your favorite foods in the hopes that it would make you feel more like eating (which never seemed to work).

Today, thankfully, he got to stay home, so for the thousand time, he walked into the studio to check in on you.

"hey there" he smiled, watching you half-heartedly wave at him before returning your full attention to your book "I brought you a snack," he said, placing the apple slices on your desk and making a soft laugh flee your mouth.

He had turned into a soccer mom, but god it felt good to hear you laugh again.

He got behind you to start gently massaging what he was sure must have been sore shoulders.

"how's it going?"

"bad" you grumbled, relaxing the tiniest bit at his touch

"I'm sorry" he murmured, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head "you wanna take a break?"

"It's not been two hours yet"

"I know, but I think it would be good for you" he explained "We could take a walk maybe"

You sighed, closing your eyes "I can't"

"sweetheart" he cooed, crouching down to be at your level and turning your chair towards him "you're gonna burn yourself out if you continue like this"

"I know but..." you glanced back at your notes "I can't fail this exam"

"and you're not gonna" he immediately reassured you

He watched something happen behind your eyes, 

"not if I keep taking breaks"

"baby-" he murmured, taking your hand in his and watching as your mouth curved downwards for the quickest moment 

"I just-I'm so anxious," you said, your voice breaking "I-I can't fail- I just can't"

"hey hey hey" he cooed, his eyes looking for yours "Sweetheart, it's ok"

And that was the moment you couldn't hold it anymore, all the stress and fear you'd been bottling up for days started spilling from your eyes.

"n-no it's not, I-I... I don't even know, I just..." you sobbed, and when you looked at him, he swore he heard his heart break " I feel like shit"

"sugar..." he murmured, wasting no time wrapping his arms around you "I'm so sorry baby," he spoke gently to your ear as his hands stroked your hair and back 

You hid your face in his chest as you cried all you had to cry.

"it's all gonna be alright sweetheart, I promise"

But at that, for some reason, you only started to cry harder.

"ok this is it, hold onto me"

And you had just the time to frown, before he had picked you up and walked out of the room and into the living room.

"w-what are you doing?"

"forcing you to take a break"

"I could have walked" A small smile appeared on your lips, and with it, a small wave of relief washed over Pedro's body.

"You've done enough today" he explained, sitting down on the couch with you, and in less than a moment, your whole body had clung to his.

Your left leg was draped over his, and your head was on his chest, as he held you close with both his arms.

"y/n, you're not gonna fail" he started gently "You're the smartest person I've ever met"

"That's not true" you muttered, your words muffled by his body

"yes it is" he insisted "And baby I promise you, that everything is gonna be alright" he swore, slowly running a hand through your hair "and that no matter what, I'm gonna be here for you, ok?"

It took a moment for you to respond, but after a few beats of silence, a muffled "ok" made its way to Pedro's ears.

"yeah?" he asked, again, encouraging you to meet his gaze.

"yeah" you sniffled, as you finally looked up

"Feeling better?"

"yes" you nodded "Thank you"

He tightened his hug, as he bent down, to ghost your mouth "I love you baby" he kissed you "Whatever you need, I'm always gonna be here for you"

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Hi can you do Angry and Diluc for the NSFW event with C,D,I,N,Y please?

241 bb

ANGRY

C🍬 Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Souya was fascinated as he looked at his boyfriend, face covered in sticky cum and without breaking eye contact began wiping it off with his finger and licking it, (name) already erect as he watched Souya lick his salty cum.

D🍬Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Souya hummed as he got ready for the day, going commando in hopes that his boyfriend would bend him over or he would take him in the bathroom though (name) never did.

I🍬Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Souya was teary eyed as he fucked himself on (name)s cock, (name) whispering sweet nothings and praising him on how well he was taking him as the lights were dimmed in their apartment, all that mattered was them "god I love you" (name) tender and warm, making sure Souya knew how much he loved him.

N🍬No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Souya wasn't expecting the conversation with his friends to go to this direction but here he was.

"Absolutely fucking not" Souya said simply when Chifuyu mentioned a threesome, Souya didn't share.

"What happens in our bedroom stays in our bedroom and is between (name) and myself"

Even worse was when someone commented about a threesome with him, (name) and Nahoya, the concept of his dick being remotely near his brothers made him nauseous.

Y🍬 Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

"So how often do you two ya know...?" A friend asked and (name) was unphased as the conversation was about sex afterall"maybe twice a week, though more when we aren't busy"

That was a lie, Souya didn't say anything as the two loved lying about their sex life to people because frankly it wasn't anyone's business to know the exact details also because they would be horrified at how often they did it.

What could (name) say? Souya was insatiable.

DILUC

C🍬 Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

"Sweet..." (name) mumbled as he licked the cum off the others cock, on his knees under Dilucs desk, cum already leaking out of his poor abused ass as Diluc used him anyway he wanted and covered him with cum the way he liked (name) to look.

D🍬Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Many times has Diluc fantasized about bending (name) over and fucking him stupid, showing everyone who he belonged to.

Especially when Kaeya was chatting (name) up.

The blue haired flirt constantly trying to get with (name) and it infuriated him.

Maybe one day...

I🍬Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It was late as Diluc pounded into (name), all the annoyances and stress of the day washed away as he fucked his lover stupid, (name) shaking as he had another orgasm.

"Gimme another baby... Come one be good" Diluc urged as (name) drooled and let Diluc manhandle him.

"Good boy..."

N🍬No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Though the concept of fucking (name) infront of people sat in Dilucs dreams, the actual aspect of doing it made his dick go soft almost instantly.

Those expressions...

Only he got to see them.

Y🍬 Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Though the concept of constant sex was nice, Diluc had to admit something.

He had the sex drive a rock.

He didn't have the time nor did (name), the two often tired by the end of the night and Diluc reading him books as they fell asleep.

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Can we get Janis asking reader (Regina’s sister) to spring fling or some other dance please??? Thank you!!

Betting on us like Vegas

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, fluff

Janis struggles to ask reader to the Winter Ball, when the best way to do so has been right there all along.

Read other parts here!

“So…Winter Ball.” Regina sat before Janis on a barstool, pulling the brunette out of her thoughts.

“What about it?” Janis furrowed her brows together, confused.

“You’re going, right?”

“Duh.” Janis answered, “With y/n.”

“Asked her yet.”

Janis snorted, “Nope. Not a clue how.”

“One year coming up?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Kill two birds with one stone.” Regina suggested.

“Easy for you to say.” Janis bites back a scoff.

“Come on, ‘Imi’ike.” Regina lets out an exhale in amusement, “You probably know her better than I do now.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t say that.” Janis sighs, “I have a couple ideas, actually.”

“Well, you have three weeks starting today. A lot of work to do.”

“And…have you asked Cady yet?”

Regina chortled, “Yep. Two nights ago.”

“That soon?” Janis’ eyes went wide.

“Eh.” Regina shrugs, “Believe me, you’d need the three weeks. Outfit planning and coordination, hair, makeup, how to get there, how to get home, what you guys wanna do there, what to avoid—”

“Okay, okay. I get it.” Janis stops her. “Wouldn’t it be…awkward now that we live together? Where do I ask her?”

“Where do you wanna ask her?”

“I dunno.”

“God, Janis. Seriously?” Regina rolled her eyes, a little annoyed at the girl’s indecisiveness.

“I can’t do that here, can I? You and Cady are like pesky houseflies that we can never get rid of when we need to.”

“It’s a promposal. I’m not asking you to consummate the marriage.” Regina joked, “Relax.”

Janis scoffed, “Why is it always that with you?”

“I don’t know, I’m a bitch?” Regina continued, “Whatever way you choose to ask her to the ball, I’m sure she will love it.”

“You know, I thought Cady would’ve been a much earlier riser than you were.” Janis remarked, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the island.

“Most of the times, yeah.” Regina confirmed, “She’s uh, tired.”

“See, you guys get it. So please stop with those jokes before it gets old.”

“I’ll try.” Regina shrugs, “Guess a part of me can’t believe my little sister’s all grown up now and in a relationship. Doing the things that one would do in a relationship. So I joke, but yeah I hear you.”

“Hey, does she get migraines a lot?”

“Uh…not before the whole thing with avoiding our mom started. I guess that stress triggered them. And now…it’s become more frequent. I mean, there’s also PMS. But I’m actually worried. If they don’t improve even when there’s less stressors to possibly trigger an episode, I’ll try an get her an appointment.”

Janis nodded, “Good call. She started having another one last night, made her so nauseous, I felt terrible.”

“That’s twice this month.”

“At least. God knows she doesn’t tell me everything.” Janis admits, “She seems to have some sort of ‘baseline’ headache all day.”

“All the more reason she needs an appointment.” Regina sighs. “I mean, I get it. Being in some sort of pain all day, everyday really makes you very irritated.”

“Can I show you something?”

“M’kay, what…?” The blonde asked carefully. Janis went over to the cupboard by the TV console and retrieve an embroidery piece.

“I was thinking to ask her with this. It’s not done yet, obviously but do you think—”

“I think, you can just ask her and she’ll say yes immediately. But Janis, this is your strength. You’re great at this, she’s always gushing about how good you are at it. I think it’ll be a nice touch. And she gets this nice art piece to keep and hang up afterwards.” Regina answered, “Honest. And those…are her favourite flowers so you’ve got that right. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

"Ah, sometimes I just..." Janis hesitated, "Doubt myself."

"She loves you so much, she loves whatever you do. Remember that when you ever find yourself second-guessing." Regina said quietly.

Janis looked shock for a brief moment but nodded appreciatively. "Okay, I...am going to get started on breakfast before those two wake up. Any requests?"

"You're the chef, you decide." Janis laughs. Regina bites back a smile, masking it with a smirk.

"Waffles it is." Regina decided. "Are eggs okay or is she gonna spew?"

"Uh...not sure, honestly. She could be feeling better now."

————

"Good morning." Janis looked up from her phone and saw you walk towards her.

"Oh, not good." You groaned, sitting down next to her.

"Well, I'm sorry you're not feeling to great. But, you gotta eat your breakfast." Regina turned around to face you as she replied, placing a plate with waffles and cut up fruit in front of you.

"Hey!" Cady's voice rang through the room.

"Morning, baby." Regina gave her a quick smile, "Just in time. Breakfast's ready."

"God, I'm so sick of this." You grumbled to Janis, she rubs your back, "What is even triggering these migraines so frequently?"

Regina speedily answered with, "Stress."

You stabbed your fork into the waffles, eating a forkful of the syrupy goodness. Janis was about halfway done with hers, but of course, since she woke up way before you did.

Quietly, you got off the stool and walked over to the fridge to grab a Diet Coke and cracked it open. This drink was one of the few things that alleviated the ache for you, so they now have it stocked in the fridge for precisely that reason. It was Sunday so the four of you were pretty free to do whatever. After breakfast, Cady went on a walk, Janis washed the dishes while you dried them and Regina? She went around the apartment cleaning it.

"Hey." Regina stood next to you after awhile, "Tomorrow, I will make you an appointment with our regular doctor for your headaches and migraines just to be safe. You've been having them for quite awhile now so I'm worried, please just go, okay? I'll take you."

You glanced at her, "Okay. I will."

Regina nodded, relieved. Then she remembered something, "Oh, by the way...I found a yellow face mask under your bed while cleaning the place yesterday.”

"Oh, that's never been used. I got it in New York at the Drew Barrymore show. Just kept it. Guess it must've fell."

Now that the dishes were done, you just stood there with your sister to chat. Janis was in front of the fridge, picking out a drink for herself. Then, she makes her way to the living area to watch TV. "If you need to shut the curtains to help your migraines, please do. Anything else you need, tell us, okay?"

"I'm fine, Reg." "I'll always be worried about you, you're my sister."

“How’s your back pain been lately? Doing your PT exercises?” You retorted.

She laughs, “Weather’s getting cold, so it’s acting up more frequently. But yes, I’ve been doing the exercises.”

You hummed, tilting your head and pinching your temple, “God, I’m in hell.”

“Go lie down.” She nudged you. “Go. Close your curtains, no candles, no lights, no nothing. Just lay down and see if it helps.”

You groaned, dragging your feet towards your bedroom. “We have popsicles right?” Janis asked as you shut the door and curtains.

“Yes.” Regina confirmed.

“It’ll blow over after three days. We’ve picked up on a pattern.” Janis says.

“So tomorrow’s day three?”

Janis nods, “Yeah.” Eyes and hands still focused on her embroidery work.

“Okay. Anyway, me and Cady are meeting with Gretchen and Karen for dinner tonight. You wanna come?”

“y/n said she didn’t so I’d better just stay home with her. I want to finish this piece ASAP, too.”

“Okay.” Regina said back, “No worries.”

“She’ll need those popsicles if I remember day twos correctly. She will be throwin’ up tonight.”

“That means it peaks there?”

“I’d say so.” Janis shrugs. “Look at this.”

“I’m looking at it.” Regina sits down beside Janis. “What? There’s nothing wrong with it—”

Cady returns home at this moment, holding a box of donuts. “I bought donuts for the afternoon.” Cady beamed.

“That’s from the new place, no?” Janis asks.

“Uh-huh. The line’s finally short enough when I walked by so I decided to get some.” Cady sets down the box, “Why…is the house so quiet?”

“I told y/n to sleep off her migraine. She’s working on an embroidery project to ask y/n to the Ball. And I was waiting for you to get back, because I’m bored.”

The nap was a bust, but at least you woke up to a very dark apartment that kept your migraine’s pain level to a minimum. As usual, the nausea came back as it always does at this point of an episode. So you were miserable. But you knew it also meant that the pain was going to dissipate soon. As hungry as you were, you couldn’t be bothered to move. The door opens up as your mind started to drift. Janis peeked into the room, “Oh, hey, honey. How you feeling?”

“Tired. Of this.” You gestured vaguely. “Oh, and nauseous.”

Janis sat down and held onto your hand, giving it a squeeze, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You leaned and slowly plopped onto her lap. She chuckles, combing a hand through your hair and massaging your head.

“I’m hungry.” You muttered. “But I can’t— do we still have Zofran?”

“Yes. Do you want one?” She asks, still massaging your head.

You nod, “I’m gonna sit in the bathroom.”

“I’ll be right back, hm?”

Janis left to get the medication and very quickly returned. You were leaning against the sink countertop in the bathroom, watching the damn toilet bowl. “Here.” She hands the pill to you and you took it. You gave up waiting and just went out to the living room. Making a good decision by sitting in the couch seat right next to the trash can. “Lay on me, honey.” She says, easing your head onto her lap again.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Mm, of course.” You nodded, playing with the rings on her fingers.

“You see that thing on the table?” She asks, carefully reaching forward to grab it, “I made this for you.“

You squinted at it, trying to read the words on it.

‘Will you go to the Winter Ball with me?’ It read. She’s sewn it on with thread in your favourite colours, the question surrounded by your favourite flowers.

“I also got you some flowers, been sitting here thinking about how to ask you…but I figured this was a good idea. Every moment I’ve spent with you, I’ve loved. But it’s the ones like these…peaceful moments, alone. Doing nothing, that I love the most. Because I get to soak in every little bit of it. Of you.”

You sniffled, covering your mouth with the back of your hand when you saw her hold onto the bouquet of daises. “That is so sweet, Jan— my god— Yes, of course. Of course I’ll go with you.” She set down the floors and cupped your face, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

You sat upright, admiring the flowers, “These are so beautiful.”

“The most beautiful flowers for the most beautiful girl.” She slung an arm across your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you removed a card from the bouquet. You kissed her back, then noticed this on the card, in her handwriting, there was this— lyrics from one your favourite songs. One that held great significance in your relationship milestones. This was the song playing when you were texting Janis for hours that one night. And made you realise you had to do something.

‘I’ll love you through all our phases.

If this is our chance to make it,

I’m betting on us like Vegas.’

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"Can we name him Nicholas?" Noah asks before shoving another large bite of pasta in his mouth. I rolled my eyes at his lack of etiquette and shook my head lightly. "No, we're not naming him Nicholas." "Why not?" He pouts, whining. I chuckled at his childish behavior, pushing my food around with my fork, shrugging. "We already have two Nick's in our lives, it's just gonna get more confusing, don't you think?" He mulls it over for a second, then agrees with a defeated bob of his head. "How about Nicholas as his middle name?"

I watched his lips curl upwards as he chewed—I knew how badly he wanted to name him after his best friend, but I just knew the confusion that would ensue.

"I like that idea," he says with a smile after finishing his bite of food. "But what about his first name?" "We got time. It'll come to us," I grinned, shrugging lightly, and went back to pushing my food around leisurely. He agrees and lays his hand out on the table, palm up. I quirked an eyebrow at him and he nods towards his hand, silently asking me to place mine there.

I do just that, his large hand warm as it encases mine with a gentle squeeze. "You okay? You've just been pushing your food around, not eating it," Noah inquires, tilting his head slightly with worry on his face. "Oh, yeah," I sigh lightly. "Just tired," I grasp his hand lightly in return, hoping to reassure him.

Truth be told, I was anxious. He and the guys were set to leave in a week for the makeup shows, and even though he would only be gone for about two weeks, I was nervous as all Hell. What if something happens and I need to be rushed to the hospital? Or, god forbid, I get so stressed out that it leads me to have a drink?

I'd hate myself for that, and I'm sure he would, too.

"Hey," he shakes my hand a tad to gain my attention. I must've zoned out. "You'll be okay, Liv. It's only two weeks that I'll be away." I huffed out a saddened chuckle, averting my gaze to my plate. I'm telling you, this man had a sixth sense. "How can you be so sure?" I asked with a slight tremor in my voice, my emotions beginning to make their way out the longer I thought about it. "Because you're strong, Olivia." I scoffed and shook my head 'No'. "I mean it. You said yourself that the second you found out you were pregnant, you stopped drinking. That's not easy, and you know that. And we both know that you wouldn't do anything to hurt him."

I took a deep breath and nodded in agreement. Noah may be right about these things, but I still couldn't help the negativity from looming over me, and I didn't finish my lunch because of it. We decided to pack the rest of our food up to go home and relax; staring at it only made me feel nauseous, given the anxiety that was already running rampant within me.

He takes our bag of leftovers and stands, holding his hand out for me to take. I scoot out of the booth after taking his hand in mine and stand, his chivalry causing a light blush to coast across my cheeks as I smile at him, and he grins down at me.

Neither of us were paying attention as we started to walk out of the restaurant, and straight into another person. Noah apologized right away, and I began to follow suit until I locked eyes with a familiar pair of sharp green eyes.

They trail down my body, and I watched a smirk spread across his face once they landed on my belly. My breath gets caught in my throat, and I squeeze Noah's hand with apprehension. "Liv, what's wrong?" Noah asks quietly, and I can feel him looking at me with concern, but my eyes are still trained on Steven's.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?" Steven greets us with disdain, looking between me and Noah. "This is your husband, I presume?" I cleared my throat. "Yes, this is my husband." "Does husband have a name?" "Noah," he bites out an introduction before I'm able to tell Steven to fuck off, letting go of my hand to stick his out for a handshake. They exchanged what seemed to be a firm shake.

"I see you certainly didn't hop off the bandwagon, but instead on it," Steven jeers, motioning his head toward my belly. "Excuse me?" I jerked my head back at his rash observation, my eyebrows scrunching together as I scowled at him. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I can practically feel the anger radiating off of Noah, seeing his body tense when I glance over at him. I can see the muscle in his jaw tick as he grits his teeth, and I know he's biting his tongue.

Steven laughs dryly, waving his hand as if we were friends who hadn't seen each other in ages. "Oh, lighten up, Liv. I'm just trying to be funny. It appears you've made up, no?" "Alright, that's enough out of you," Noah snaps, taking my hand again. "It was great to meet you," he seethes, "but Liv and I were on our way home. Excuse us."

He smiles down at me, though I can still see the irritation hidden behind said smile, and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. We step around Steven, beginning the short trek back to our house. "What a charmer you've got there, Liv," I hear him call after us. "You really think having a kid with him is gonna solve all your problems and miraculously fix your marriage?" he quips.

We both stop dead in our tracks, and I feel my heart sink from his words. Immediately, there's tears welling in my eyes, and I tried with every fiber of my being to hold them back. I know I shouldn't listen to what someone so insignificant has to say, but those words certainly cut deep knowing that our marriage was on the brink of collapsing only months ago.

This baby is our saving grace. Maybe Steven was right.

"Don't listen to him, Olivia," Noah all but whispers to me. He takes my face in his hands, swiping his thumbs under my eyes when the tears finally spilled over. "He doesn't know what he's talking about. Things aren't perfect, I know that, you know that, but we're fine. Everything's fine." I sucked in a choppy breath and nodded in his hands, gazing into his chocolate irises that were beginning to soften. "In sickness and in health, til death do us part. Remember that, Olivia."

I choked on a sob—that nearly happened. I had almost killed Noah.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Liv. He might put the music in front of not only you but even the baby. Unless that's what you want..." Steven taunts. "That motherfucker," Noah hisses under his breath. There's fire burning in his eyes, and he's gone within the blink of an eye. I turn around and he's towering over Steven, shoving him back.

My heart is in my throat and I'm frozen in place as I watched them yell at each other. The panic is settling in, I can't hear what they're saying. I think I'm shouting at him to knock it off, but I can't even hear myself; my heartbeat is too loud in my head.

Noah stumbles back briefly, covering his face with one hand, and within a second Steven is mirroring him, only on the ground. Noah had swung back, and this time I'm positive that I'm yelling at them to knock it off as I run over to the scene.

"Noah, stop!" I shriek and yank on his arm just as Steven stands, hindering the possibility of Noah swinging at him again. As much as he deserved it, I couldn't stand to watch them fight, and Christ was the baby kicking the shit out of me from my hysteria.

His arm was trembling with rage and adrenaline, and there's tears running down my face while I tried my best to hold him back. He shakes himself free of my grasp as Steven gets closer—I feel like I can't breathe when they meet again, Noah's fist tight around the front of Steven's shirt. I had no choice but to get in between them, pressing a hand to each of their chests.

"Please stop," I cried, looking up at the fierce expression on my husband's face. There's blood trickling from his nose, painting over his swollen lips. "I-I can't deal with this. Please, Noah." I feel his chest rising and falling against my palm as he pants, glancing down at me, and with a gruff breath, he tosses Steven away. "Get out of here," he growls and swipes his thumb under his nose, doubling back to clear his mouth of the blood. "I don't ever want to see your face again."

The air was thick as they glowered at each other. I didn't move; I had to make sure fists wouldn't fly again. After what feels like an eternity, Steven spits a bloody mess at our feet and stalks off, and I pray I never have to see him again.

"What were you thinking?" I turn towards Noah, fresh tears of aggravation stinging my eyes. "You could've been seriously hurt or arrested!" His face softens; his eyebrows are cinched and lifted, his lips turning down at the corners. He reaches out, cupping my face with his clean hand. I push his hand away, shaking my head at him incredulously. "That was the dumbest thing you've done in a long, long time, Noah."

I brush past him, headed back towards our home once again. I'm trying to keep my composure, but I'm so shaken up, so angry that he would be dumb enough to do something like that over a few choice words. Especially since he was the one who told me not to listen to what Steven had to say.

I barely make it up the street when Noah catches up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder gently. "Olivia," he says my name quietly. "I'm sorry, I couldn't let him say those things—" "But punching him wasn't the right thing to do, Noah!" I shouted and threw my arms out. "You know stress isn't good for him, right?" I remind him with a tight throat, trying not to cry while glancing down and running a hand over my belly. He sighs heavily, combing back the front of his hair with his clean hand. "I know, I'm sorry," he murmurs.

His eyes lower to my stomach, and seconds later his large hand is engulfing the side of my bump. A calming warmth radiates through my belly; I feel the baby kick, and Noah gasps shallowly, his eyes flashing to mine. I watched his lips curl at the corners, slowly spreading into a wide smile that reached his eyes, the crinkles I adored prominent.

"I haven't been able to feel him kick yet," he whispers. "I know," I sniffled. "This isn't exactly how I pictured this moment happening." I tried to laugh, but it came out as a choked-up sob instead. Within seconds, my heart sinks and I'm crying—I wanted a more intimate setting for this moment. "It's okay, love," he consoles me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and bringing me into a tight embrace. "I'm ecstatic that I got to feel it. Believe me."

He cradles my head against him, his other hand running up and down my back. I only wrapped my arms around him and sobbed. I knew that my hysterics were unnecessary over something so silly, but I couldn't contain myself. Fucking hormones.

Eventually, Noah manages to calm me down and we walk home. He immediately runs me a bath when we get there, and I thank him with a kiss before settling into the tub. I didn't bathe for very long; I was exhausted from the events from earlier, and the warmth of the water was beginning to lull me to sleep.

I dressed into my pajamas for the evening, though it was still early. Noah was in bed and lying on his side, propping himself up by his elbow and resting his head in his hand. He smiles at me softly, his eyelids hooded with what seemed to be exhaustion as well, and pats the mattress with his opposite hand. I join him in bed with a sheepish grin.

"I'm so sorry for earlier today," Noah apologizes as I mirror his position. "I'm just so defensive over you," he reaches out and grazes his thumb across the apple of my cheek. "And him," he moves his hand to the swell of my belly, giving it a gentle rub. "I know, and I appreciate all that you do." I put my hand over his, lacing my fingers through his and giving him a light squeeze. "But I'm not raising him alone because you got thrown in the clink for assault," I chuckle. He snorts, letting his head hang for a moment. "I promise that won't happen, love." "Good."

We stay like this until my arm gets sore, and I lie back against my pillow after propping it up. Noah shifts; he's nearly face-level with my stomach, now tracing his fingers over my bump, and I grin when he presses a kiss against it.

I hear him whispering, and I realize as I watch his eyes start to droop further that he's actually singing to my belly. His eyes are shut when the baby kicks, and I giggle knowing Noah felt it by the subtle curl of his lips as he continued to sing to my belly. "Seems like he likes his daddy's singing," I muse. He hums in agreement, his eyes remaining shut. "Yeah, I think so," he says, sleep heavy in his voice. "I hope so, anyway. It's kind of my profession." "He's gonna love it," I reassure him, running a hand through the front of his hair, scratching lightly as I went along. "I just know it."

|Chapter 23|

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Could you write Brahms reacting to a reader that takes antidepressants and adhd medication? Like I think at first he'd be resistant to let them out to go get their refills (afraid they'll leave and call the cops or whatever). But what about if he saw how bad their mental illness and adhd get without meds? (I get very intense anti-living urges, can't take/struggle with taking basic of myself and my adhd feeds into it plus the struggle with not being able to do pretty much anything at all.) Like him seeing this bubbly, happy, full-of-life person turn into a lifeless and sad person.

Woof, Anon, I'm right there with you, depression and ADHD are bitches 😭 I do like the prompt, so it got a lil long!

When you first came to the mansion, you had plenty of your medication on hand. Six months worth of antidepressants and ADHD meds just to keep you functioning. Brahms revealed himself pretty early on, but you found yourself drawn to the man. He was a mess, covered in dirt and grime. Outside of his routine, he barely took care of himself. You made it your mission to clean this man up and get him proper meals, not just leftovers. He fell hard for you, the way you smiled, the way you laughed. Every time you laughed, it made his heart flutter. You were the sunshine to his dreary world. 

Six months came to an end far too fast, and you realized you had taken the last of your medication. When you came down for breakfast that morning, visibly stressed, Brahms didn’t know what to do. You explained you had to get medication from town, but it made his heart drop. He shook his head and whined at you while you begged for him to let you go. After a few minutes of that, he shouted at you, causing you to shut up. He was angry now and stormed off. 

It took you a while to get back into the routine for the next few days, each day you felt your energy draining. It wasn’t until the third day that everything hit. You couldn’t get out of bed, you were so dizzy and nauseous. Brahms came to your door, confused as to why you weren’t up yet. He had to basically drag you out of bed, but once he got you to the kitchen, he could see you weren’t able to stand for long. He begrudgingly made breakfast for the two of you, not sure what was happening. 

The next few days, you managed to get up, but you couldn’t focus on anything. He watched as you jumped from making dinner to washing last night's dishes, the soup on the stove burning. You couldn’t read to him for long anymore, you found yourself skipping paragraphs of his books as your eyes jumped around the page. After a while, you couldn’t get yourself to get out of bed anymore, preferring to curl up in the blanket. He tried to get you to eat, but you only managed a little bit of food now and again. He couldn’t remember the last time you smiled. 

It takes about three months until he finally asks what's wrong, using his big boy voice now. He couldn’t stand to watch you like this anymore, and the selfish part of him wanted to be taken care of again. You explained what your medication did, how it helped you function. How desperately you needed it if he wanted you back to “normal”. He couldn’t stand the fact that you had to leave to get your meds, but he couldn’t stand seeing you like this even more. Brahms finally agreed to let you go, his heart racing as he watched you drive away. He hoped you’d come back, you had to.

[ordinaryschmuck]

Good things that happened today:

Got a rug moved into my room. Makes the whole thing look nice.

Got to pet two dogs today. They were so precious.

Managed to keep my cool for the most part despite it being a hot, stressful day at work. I was actually the one telling others to calm down over something dumb that happened. This HAS to mean I'm improving, right?

They had ice cream in the break room and I got to have two bowls. One chocolate, the other vanilla, and it really helped with the heat.

I tried cool-ranch chicken wings and I kind of liked them. If it wasn't for the fact that I had one too many, I would have finished the whole thing (before getting nauseous from all the cool ranch and chicken)

I've made decent progress with talking about a theme for The Owl House.

Had a good conversation about Everything Everywhere All At Once...I should rewatch that again sometime.

Good things about me:

I'm getting better at improving myself.

I have good media tastes.

I have good ideas for writing.

I have a good sense of humor.

I know what's good for me and what's right.

[sexykatsuki17]

Endeavor’s Mistake

Coming home from a mission was tuff as it was but returning home hungry from a mission was something completely different.

Endeavor was starving as he walked in through the door his stomach growled loudly as he rubbed it. Oh man Endeavor moaned as he looked through the fridge and he didn’t see anything. With a huff he closed the Fridge door he walked upstairs to take his shower.

Soon Shoto and Fuyumi came home from the grocery store. They put their stuff away and Shoto noticed that the Sushi he brought was expired. Hey Sis This sushi I bought is expired. Shoto said Oh no put it on the Counter I’ll throw it away Fuyumi said okay Shoto said he placed the Yellowtail Sushi on the counter. He continued to put the rest of the stuff away. When they finished, Shoto and Fuyumi went to their rooms.

Enji soon came downstairs, his stomach still growling Loudly from hunger. I Can’t Believe there is not a single thing of food that I can eat Enji said until he spotted the Yellowtaill on the contour. They really were listening. Enji said as he wasted no time in opening the container and eating the Yellowtail sushi he continued to consume the food. It tasted a little funny but Yellowtail usually has a Mild Slightly sour taste to it anyway so Enji finished eating it and threw the container away when he was done.

He went to bed. The Next Morning Enji woke up with a bit of a bloated Upset Stomach and he didn’t know why he didn’t eat anything bad did he. So he went to take a shower. After his shower Enji got dressed and his stomach Growled sickly as he was buttoning up his jeans. Ugh I feel awful Today Enji said. As he was walking downstairs. The smell of Coffee hit his nose, his stomach churning sickly as he placed his hand on it. He saw what food Fuyumi had put on his plate and it made him gag.

Good morning Daddy Fuyumi said, smiling at him. Good Morning Enji said You look like shit Natsuo said What’s wrong with you? Shoto asked Enji rolled his eyes as his stomach growled uncomfortably. Aren’t you going to eat breakfast dad? Fuyumi asked No I’m not hungry Endeavor said. You probably should eat something old man Natsuo said as you always told us training on an empty stomach will lead to no good, Shoto said.

yeah I know but I don’t feel like myself Enji said as he turned on his flames to his hero costume. But? Fuyumi said just leave him be Natsuo said Fuyumi nodded.

When Enji got outside he started to burp loudly. Oh excuse me Enji said as he began to walk. With every step he began to fart he farted loudly. Enji moaned, excuse me he farted again, this one being wet and loud. Oh my goodness Enji said. He held his upset belly. What in the Hell is going on with me? Enji asked in pure Malaise. His belly began to cramp, he bends down in pain he was sweating.

This must be from stress and me overworking myself. Enji said as he started farting loudly still. Ugh I have work to do, enji said so he stood on his foot and he began walking to his agency. His belly was gurgling loudly and he began to feel really nauseous.

Oh boy, why now? Enji said as he began throwing up. He threw up for a while. He began to feel weak and tired. Oh Fuck Enji moaned loudly. He got up on shaky legs. He wiped his mouth as his belly gurgled loudly still ugh I don’t feel good Enji moaned. Good morning sir Burnin said smiling you don’t look good Burnin said I’m fine just get inside and do your work Endeavor said yes sir Burnin said as she walked past Enji she heard his belly growling.

Enji moaned as he walked Into his agency and went straight to his office where he sat down. As he sat down he began to fart loudly oh my goodness, endeavor moaned as he got up to open the window. But when he got up his stomach had other plans and it gurgled loudly. Oh shit endeavor said his stomach cramped and before he knew it he started having diarrhea in his pants.

It began to come out in waves. As he farted more came out he was literally farting out his diarrhea.

Oh shit endeavor moaned loudly. Endeavor sir? His secretary asked yes? What is it? Endeavor said in pain I got some reports that some villain activity was reported Asuka said okay endeavor said anything else? Yes your squad left without you sir Asuka said okay thank you Enji said you’re welcome sir Asuka said.

Enji groaned as he started to not feel good. Why is my body going against me? Enji asked, his stomach growled loudly as he gagged loudly. He threw up in his waste bucket.

A few minutes later Enji was really pale and sick but he got up to join his team out on the battlefield.

As he got there he started farting again loudly and boy was it smelly the smell alone was enough to make endeavor gag once more. His bloated belly was quite upset and he felt cold. His vision was beginning to get blurry and he felt dizzy. Sweat was getting into his eyes as he kept going he placed a hand on his bloated organ as he got to the battlefield.

Burnin? Fill me in on what’s happening? Endeavor asked well sir, we have a small-time criminal and his thugs who decided to rob a bank. When we arrived here the police were here trying to talk to the criminals to convince them to drop this but to no reason Burin said any hostages? Endeavor asked 3 women and 2 men with their children burnin said has the Criminals started making commands? Endeavor asked not any at this time Burnin said alright let’s do this smart and calmly endeavor said.

His stomach would not let him be for anything. It started growling again oh no endeavor said as he quickly made his way to a nearby bush where he let out the loudest and watery farts ever and with that out came loose watery diarrhea. Endeavor started to feel faint and embarrassed. He let out a chunky belch that led to him puking. Oh my Burnin said as she ran to endeavor but before he could know what was going on he fainted.

When Endeavor woke up he was in hospital. He was hooked up to machines and he had a IV in his right forearm. What the heck happened To me? Endeavor asked. You passed out on the battlefield Burnin said oh yeah now I remember endeavor said yeah the nurses said that you have a fever Burnin said yeah I feel very hot endeavor said. Burnin nodded.

After a few days of being in the hospital Endeavor now knows not to do what he did last time to cause him such an awful illness.

[frogofalltime]

day 13

i forgot to write this last night !!

so i started the day by turning off my alarm and going back to sleep until midday. bad idea.

then i stayed in bed on my phone until 1pm before finally getting up and taking my meds. another bad decision because they take a few hours to work and then they keep working for many more hours so if i take them too late i have way too much energy at bed time

i ate lunch and talked to my flatmate for a while. she always talks to me when she sees me so i usually avoid it when i'm not up for socialising but this time i was in the mood for it so it was good.

then my friend invited me to come over and study with her but i needed to shower first so i didn't get outside until like 5pm

then i talked to @etherealspacejelly (who was in the living room when i arrived) for i have no idea how long. i was being very loud and hyperactive and insane and idek what i was even talking about ?? these meds are making me extremely annoying ,,, i am very sorry robin

finally i actually started studying while eating chocolate and nuts and raisins and banana pieces. normally this is a very effective way to make me study because i really like these snacks but it just made me feel nauseous. i also got unbearably bored and easily distracted

i listened to my friends messing around and ended up joining in. i eventually got everything done although i just gave up on the last two lectures because the content seemed unnecessary for the exam (it probably was necessary, i was just losing my mind by that point)

then i messed around with my friends some more, washed the dishes, and went home. i could hear a really loud ringing in my ears / brain and i felt extremely overstimulated. it was kinda hard to breathe too

when i got home i managed to make myself some food because i hadn't eaten a proper meal yet. i did not feel hungry at all though. i still felt really overstimulated but i ate while reading percy jackson and it calmed me down. but eating is really hard these days. i feel sick from eating even just a small amount, and i don't want food at all :(

my flatmate came into the kitchen to eat her dinner too and asked if i wanted to watch a movie with her ?? we have never hung out before and i was not tired so i said okay. so she put a movie on her ipad on the kitchen table and we watched around half of it but then she finished her food and we both went to bed

i was not tired at all so i listened to part of a 10 hour long youtube video essay about all the problems with harry potter. i did not feel sleepy so i thought it would help. by around 3am i still was not asleep so i turned it off but the pressure in my head and around my eyes was very bad which kept me awake :/

i must've eventually fallen asleep, i have no idea when, but i had three separate stress dreams and i woke up feeling really tired

today i have an exam so i better do some revision beforehand, see ya later

[munchmemes]

mckenna grace lyrics, all songs edition

❛ what did you do with the photo strip you used to use as a book mark? did you throw it away? or do you keep it safe in a drawer with your socks and my broken heart? ❛ i tried to read the signs but you left me in the dark. ❛ i told you i'm not a casual kisser. ❛ i guess you're a casual quitter. ❛ you said you would love me until the bitter end and you didn't lie. the end was bitter. ❛ i fell for your lines, i fell for your charm. i hate to think that you were just playing a part. ❛ even at my best, i'm a constant mess. ❛ i can't sleep at night, nothing i do is ever right. ❛ the voices in my brain on a megaphone saying 'you're so mediocre, you're a loser, you're a joker. who are you trying to kid?' ❛ i'm so mediocre, i don't measure up to no one. ❛ i'm not perfect, i'm a screw up. who could love me like this? ❛ so much potential. was it accidental? god hid it somewhere in me that i can't reach. ❛ i'm such an ugly crier. ❛ wait, where are we? ❛ you always order like a ten year old the sweetest thing they sell. ❛ you're such a liar. ❛ liar, liar. words on fire. ❛ you say you miss me but i don't believe it. if you did, you'd be reaching out. ❛ i don't want to hear it, i don't want to see it. ❛ i don't want to hear you, i don't want to see you. only thing you're good for is disappearing on me. ❛ chew me up then spit me out then leave me lying on the ground. that's a low blow, even for you. ❛ you're in my head and you're in my blood and when i'm dead, you'll probably dig my grave up too. ❛ my stupid heart was in your hands. ❛ i should have known better, that you're a backstabber but how could i have known? ❛ your words are made of daggers and cherry lip smacker. ❛ i'm just gonna hold my breath 'cause all you do is make me sick. you even ruined air for me. ❛ i swear you exist just to spite me. ❛ i'm your cigarette so gaslight me. ❛ are you happy now that i'm so miserable? ❛ sadly, your love was conditional. you liked to pick me apart like daisies. ❛ [you/they] left me crying in the bathroom on my birthday. ❛ i wish i never even met [you/them] in the first place. ❛ it's almost impressive how much you still stress me out. ❛ it's honestly depressing how much [you/they] can bring me down. ❛ you almost had me with your shallow flattery.

❛ do i look fondly through our texts? do i still have your picture on my desk? would i do it all again? no, i hate you and i never want to see your face again. ❛ i deleted all our photos and i love it cause it's like we never met. ❛ i don't know why i try to be honest in a room full of sharks and piranhas. ❛ all these people i don't know and i don't even smoke. i should just go. ❛ how can i be myself? i don't know who i am. ❛ i just can't do parties. ❛ i'm crying in a taxi. ❛ my phone is dying. i just need someone to take me home. ❛ i just get this sick in my stomach. i need to go outside 'cause i'm nauseous. ❛ are you human or just programmed to deceive? ❛ i'm trying to see if you ever did care about me. ❛ i say i don't but i really do miss what we almost could've had. ❛ i was lost in the black hole that's your heart. ❛ am i even human or just programmed to believe? ❛ that sweet little cupid doesn't have it out for me. ❛ part of my fucked up recovery is the monster that i paint you out to be. ❛ [they/you] say that i'm too young to think about love but without it i feel incomplete. ❛ i'm all out of tears. ❛ my childhood's wasted and i'm scared to fix it. ❛ i'm halfway to halfway to a mid life crisis. ❛ my mind makes up stories but they sure don't help 'cause the me in my head is just worse than myself. ❛ they say beauty's just subjective. guess i never got the message. call it instagram depression. ❛ self dysmorphia, a constant reminder i was made wrong. ❛ i got a full me-phobia. this party'd be better with me gone. ❛ i'm just typecast as the friend. i'll make you laught but not the prettiest. ❛ i keep trying to work on me but you can't photograph a personality. ❛ but nothing's ever what it seems. ❛ you're so full of shit. everything you do, i'm so over it. ❛ i don't ever think about you but the worst thing that you ever did. you ruined [everything] and i can't forgive you for that. ❛ break my heart. tear me apart. run me over with your car. but don't fuck with my favorite songs. ❛ i feel like i talk too much or i don't say enough. ❛ sometimes i feel like i'm crazy, like all my friends hate me. ❛ my anxiety tells me you'd be better without me. ❛ i'd give it to you hundred times over til you screwed me over just like the last time. ❛ after what happened, thinking i really loved you. maybe i still do but i think you're honestly something i needed to lose. ❛ i know it's not healthy, it doesn't help me but i do it anyways. ❛ when somebody says your name, i'm almost glad i miss it 'cause it's better than not feeling a single thing. ❛ a ghost never leaves a haunted house. ❛ even after all the times you weren't there when i needed you to be, i'm hoping you're right where you wanna be. even if it's not with me. ❛ the silence used to be so loud. ❛ keep us good in all our memories so i don't have to throw them out.