#also i'm so tired and hungry and achy

[sunsunbauds]

i love getting my period every 3 months and then having a solid week of hell when it finally comes around yipppeeeeee

[lilwifeynextdoor]

Pregnancy Update

I can't believe I haven't updated y'all since Week 17! I got a flu which was difficult and a little scary, plus all the holiday madness has kept me such a busy Mommy!

Anyway enough of that, I'm 22 Weeks and 1 Day along today!

I'm so much more pregnant than I was when we last spoke!

Around 19 Weeks was when I felt the first little fluttery kicks. The twins are definitely less active than Galilee was. They move and kick around sometimes, so far their movements are lovely little light reminders they're in there growing. I'm enjoying the little taps because I know soon their movements will start getting stronger, and more aggressive.

At 20 Weeks is when my bellybutton popped! I've got an outtie again ^.^

The increase in appetite that hit me at 21 Weeks felt so hormonal the way I felt so out of control. I'm just always in the mood to eat, whether I feel hungry or not. There's this sense that's hard to describe because I can tell it's not me that's hungry, that I'm not eating for me. I can tell it's a signal from these growing babies. I'm just gonna blow up. Grant is doing such s good job of making sure I've always got snacks on me. A pang will hit me and I'll get teary, whiny, and tired and he's so prepared, I feel so pampered.

My legs have been cramping a lot since Week 18 I've been taking more baths to soothe them. My legs hurting has also kept me from getting around as much. It has added a whole new layer to how hard it is to get up from sitting.

My back aches have already started up. I mean, I am carrying twice the weight. But usually my back doesn't start hurting like this until I'm further along. I'm feeling so achy and weighed down. I'm feeling sooo big, and I'm only halfway through this pregnancy!

Love you all, hope you're having a good holiday season!

[footballerimaginess]

Bump in the night

Footballer Imaginess Does Halloween Rafael Leao When things go bump in the night Word Count: 501 You were having a movie night in bed, was just what the doctor ordered. Being 35 weeks pregnant and feeling as big as ever and worried you still had a few weeks left.

The doctor suggested that you needed to rest up as you were so exhausted carrying a child, Rafael of course was helping out and laying with you. "I hate this music, it is so creepy" you let out a laugh as Rafael got back into bed beside you. "You're so cute" he laughed as he kissed your cheek. "How are you feeling?" he asks you. "Tired, achy, exhausted. Any more words I can think of would be hungry" you smiled as you handed Rafael the bag of sweets to open. You were craving all of the sweet treats right now, it was salty only the other day and now you were practically eating a bag every few days which was awful. "Oh baby, he'll be here soon" he smiled as he gently rubbed your large bump which you were using as a table. "He will be, just so sleepy. You don't mind if I have a little rest do you? Carrying a baby is such tiring work you know" you yawned as you snuggled up and put your head on his arm as he snuggled to you. "No it is okay angel" he whispered as he kissed you, you snuggled straight into him as he gently stroked your face as you slowly drifted off to sleep. As Rafael also had drifted off to sleep, which was rudely interrupted as both of you jumped out of your skin. "Everything okay?" He jumped up as you were startled as you clutched your chest. "I'm fine, what was that?" you stretched your legs as you got out of bed as Rafael stood up. "Let me go and see" Rafael slipped his jogging bottoms on as he headed downstairs as slowly as he could. "Shit" Rafael mumbled as he stepped on something. "Fuck sake" he mumbled as he turned the light on revealing that the window had been slightly opened which meant that everything had fallen off of the counter top. He picked everything up once he made his way back to the bedroom. "What was it?" you asked him as you sat up in bed. "It was the wind, knocking everything over because it was quite bad out there. I actually thought it was a ghost I jumped that much, it went bump in the night" you laughed as you got comfy back up into bed. "You are silly Raf, now come on let's go back to sleep and did you shut the window as I don't want to be woken up again if I don't need to be" you asked as you slowly shut your eyes. "Yes I did, now get some sleep sweetie" he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled against your pregnancy pillow with Rafael gently rubbing your back as you both fell asleep.

[rawrasourusrex]

"Damn it," Sanji clenched his jaw before rubbing his already tired eyes. Night watch only just started and he was already so tired, he recalls being tired most of the day but as he sits all alone in the dim light he's positive he will fall asleep. Sanji also tries to ignore the aching in his back that has become apparent as of recent.

Sanji who ignores the fatigue, tiredness, achiness and claims it's just because he's had to fight Luffy out of the kitchen more then usual.

"Sanji, what are you making for breakfast? I'm sooo hungry!" A rubber man bounces around the cook with too much eagerness for this early, sure everyone is used to being up early but Luffy is always far too hyper this early. "Shut up, you'll know what we're having when I-" The cook is cut off by a sudden wave of nausea as he quickly finds a place to spill his guts.

Sanji who doesn't understand why this sickness won't go away, "It's been over a month!"

"What's wrong, curly?" Zoro simply grunts getting straight to the point. It was one of the few moments Sanji had with the overgrown moss where he wasn't fighting and bickering with him. They were up in the crows nest, far from the nosy crew below. The love cook only buries himself deeper into Zoro's side. Luckily the moss takes the hint for once in his life and leaves it be not for long.

Sanji who feels the need to be close to Zoro at all times anymore.

It's clear to anyone and everyone just how much Sanji loves food and loves to cook said food. He's ate the discards and he's ate the finest and if anyone could down something that would be claimed uneatable it would be Luffy of course and then Sanji because NO food goes to waste. You can imagine the cooks surprise when the smell of eggs instantly makes him nauseas. Sanji hurriedly turns off the burner and races out of the kitchen to get away from the sickly smell.

Sanji who is sensitive to even his favorite smells, almost anything is starting to make him puke, "How can I cook like this?"

Chopper, being a doctor and all can detect these types of things, all the signs are there and yet he's only read of a few cases like this within recent years. The discomfort on Sanji's face is so clear although he tries to hide it, he can effectively hide from some of the other but Chopper and Robin notice it and they have known there is something off, something different with Sanji. One thing is for sure all the others have noticed something is definitely going on with the cook, wether it be his lack of enthusiasm in perving over Nami and Robin or the way he runs off to puke multiple times a day and he thinks he's hiding it.

Sanji who is starting to worry the whole crew especially Zoro.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?' A small and quiet voice asks, the distinct voice of certain reindeer doctor. Sanji doesn't particularly know why but a sense of anxiety wiggles it's way into his stomach and decides his gut is the perfect place to reside in.

"Yes, what it it?" He asks, fighting with himself to keep the anxiety down, a cigarette should help he decides. Sanji fishes the little box out and takes a cigarette out, unfortunately for him the reindeer has other ides as he grabs the cigarette away.

Uh oh Chopper, wrong move, now prepare to feel the wrath.

The curly browed cook snaps his head towards the little doctor, out of all his friends besides Nami & Robin, Chopper is the last one Sanji thought he would have to kill. The tick mark appears instantaneously, "Chopper," His grumble is low and deep, cutting the air with a sense of wickedness.

"Listen, Sanji- I- I had too!" Chopper sputters out. "I think-"

"I think you should run while you have the chance." Uh oh, you're chopped liver! Sanji growls with such intensity that the two idiots on the other side of the Sunny notice the rather intense conversation.

"No! Sanji, please!" The little blue nosed reindeer starts to sniffle and suddenly all the anger within Sanji dissipates at the sight and he starts to cry too. Wow, I did not expect this, count your lucky stars Chopper.

"Why am I crying, damn it!" Sanji wipes his eyes as he tries to clear his blurred vision. Chopper sees his chance and takes it, he drags him into the doctor room and pulls him into a chair.

"Sanji, I think I know what's going on with you. I've noticed all the little things like smells bothering you and the way you always seem so tired and-" He cuts himself off with a deep breath. "Sanji, I do know what's going on with you."

Sanji looks up at the doctor, his face slightly red and he looks at him expectantly.

"You're pregnant." The doctor states. The anxiety in the cooks gut has decided to worm its way out of his gut and come to him in the form of puke, unfortunately this time he doesn't have time to throw up on anything other then the wooden floor of the Sunny.

"What the hell do you mean?! That's not even possible!"

"Yes! Yes it is, there are only a few things I could find on a situation like this as of recent or really at all but it has happened before."

"Stop it!" The cook yells. He is overwhelmed and unsure though he does know it must be true, if Chopper is saying it then it must be.

Mpreg!Sanji who has been effectively avoiding Chopper until eventually his luck wears out thank god, I don't think I could take anymore.

Also did I forget to mention,

Mpreg!Sanji who has the worst mood swings?

Ahh, I guess I did. Sorry Chopper and Zoro.

I dunno, I think I want to play around more with this. If I do i'll add a link. Hope you liked this! Characters do not belong to me, story and plot does. Do not repost or steal. Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated. @rawrasourusrex & @shotenvinsoot

[aching-tummies]

Hunger Prompt

3rd or 4th night in a row where I've gone to bed with an achy, hungry tummy.

I'm in the process of applying for more post-secondary education. Application fees, deposits, paying for authorization of academic records and such--all of that is taking massive bites out of my humble bank account. At the same time I'm still juggling more than one job and still applying for "better" employment. Seeing what's out there, what could potentially make my hours more worth it (i.e. paying me more than my current places), jobs that'll give me more preferred hours, and all that jazz. On top of it all, family is dealing with some health stuff and some big home projects we're all pitching in for…so…time, money, and patience/stress stuff is all being stretched super thin.

My stomach's often been neglected over the last week or so. I work basically every day of the week, with maybe half of the week as 'little' shifts (takes me more time to commute than the amount of time I actually spend being paid). The little shifts are annoying because getting up and ready is the same regardless if I work a 4 hour or a 14 hour shift (not technically legal and I'm exaggerating a bit…I have had days where I've worked for 12.5 hours or so though). Anyway…with the little shifts it's super annoying because it means I get up and leave the house before anyone else is up--so cooking and making breakfast in a house that may include some light sleepers isn't recommended. That means I either gotta prep a breakfast the night before, or pick up breakfast at a fast-food place and I end up eating breakfast anywhere from 7:30AM-10AM depending on when my shift starts and whether I opt to eat at home, eat it while in transit/waiting for a bus, or eat at a fast-food place somewhere. Work stretches until somewhere between noon-3 depending on when I started…which means I worked through lunch and by the time I'm off it's too early for dinner. Family and/or housemates tell me of dinner plans so I have to commit to saving my appetite for dinner…which means I end up being extremely hungry until some time between 6-9PM--depending on when our house manages to get dinner on the table. I'm also an extremely slow eater because I find that eating at what's considered a "normal" pace often gives me a tummy ache really quickly--often mid-meal.

For the last 4 or so days…this has been the cycle. Breakfast before 9AM, 10 hours between a measly breakfast and a planned dinner…that has been cancelled the last 4 nights 'cuz one of the other members of the family/house has reneged on the "save your stomach for dinner"…so I end up having to throw together something after 8PM after housemates have stopped their flip-flopping…so…11 hours after a singular breakfast sandwich I'll maybe have a packet of instant noodles or half a cup of pasta mixed with oil and seasoning and some frozen veg. I think 2 nights out of those 4 (tonight included), I've actually been too tired to bother with finding/making breakfast. Housemates bicker over dinner and the person(s) that reneged on the "wait for dinner" rule…so then nobody gets any dinner/everyone fends for themselves…

I deal with a lot at home--between responding to and staying on top of post-secondary applications, job-applications, planning, budgeting, and doing my part of the home projects, I also have a few personal projects--handicraft stuff to replace stuff wearing out (i.e. new scarf 'cuz maybe old one is getting a bit too dirty or worn to be nice), sewing cosplay stuff for myself or friends, etc. While abiding by the often-challenged "save your appetite for dinner" rule, I've distracted myself with these things. That's what I did today too--having not eaten since 9AM…and when I finally felt too tired to continue my projects, I realized it's passed midnight, nobody's had the proper dinner that two members of the house were harping on, and my stomach is aching. Unfortunately, I can barely keep my eyes open and the idea of standing over the pot to cook instant noodles for 5 minutes + another 5 to wash everything + however long it takes me to eat…that just seems too daunting and I'd rather not doze off in a pot of boiling water.

Unfortunately, my neglected stomach isn't growling. It aches and I can tell that I'm hungry--but it's not audibly hungry.

I don't know if this is worth a "send your best responses" thing--but go for it if you want. Honestly, the fact that my stomach isn't even growling makes me think that that often-seen scenario where the other party with-holds food until they decide my stomach is truly hungry or whatever sounds kind of fun. My stomach remains mute so no matter how much I say that I'm hungry or that my stomach is aching with hunger, the partner teases by saying something like, "I want your tummy to tell me" or something. Basically, a partner that teasingly refuses to take my word for it and will only accept 'truth' from my stomach. Even if my stomach ever actually growls audibly, maybe it's not deemed loud enough 'cuz the partner hasn't had their fill…so I won't be getting mine.

[cesium-sheep]

we went to a pottery painting place today like I requested. she made a fun little tchotchke that was deliberately a little messy as an exercise in the fuck it adjustment, he made a lovely understated mug and enjoyed the focus, and I made a little trinket dish that I'm gonna enjoy using more than I enjoyed painting. we missed a couple shelves of the unfinished pieces and some of the ones we didn't see until too late were really good, but I think everyone's still happy with their choices. we were gonna get burgers but the place was closed but we were hungry so we got ivar's even though we already got dairy queen on friday. (we usually get takeout once a week, which I know is sparing for some but it's an absurd luxury to me.)

I'm kinda tired and achy which is a little worrisome but not quite to "change the meds" level yet, and I forgot to make some token acknowledgement of mother's day when she called but it's too late now and not worth it anyway. he hid an egg in one of my cute shoes I don't generally walk in, so I didn't find it until today. he also use the giant egg he got a while ago to hide a little stuffed sheep he'd sent me a picture of while he was out earlier.

I also found the cash from the books I didn't keep that I completely forgot about, and I ordered another batch of aliexpress stuff, mostly curtains. I did also get a little bubble machine and a new purse. and velcro for my wheelchair cover.

[rhapsodybenny]

Story idea:

The main motif: If you have autism, the "obvious" thing to do in unfamiliar situations or problems may not be so obvious to you. For example, I'm studying abroad in a country that more commonly uses clotheslines than clothing dryers. I was struggling to hang my clothes for AGES until someone showed me the "proper" way to do it (instead of trying to clip the wire and cloth at the same time, hang the clothing over the wire so it stays on by itself, and then clip it in place).

The story: An isekai where an autistic young adult (well-developed character, not generic protagonist) gets dropped into a strange, new, well-deveoped fantasy world. Outside of whatever grand defeat-the-BBEG plot happens, it's also the story of the protagonist struggling to relearn how to do EVERYTHING. All the objects they knew how to work with have been replaced with the historical, fantastic, and magic. All the problems they knew how to solve are now frustrating for them. And they develop into this kind of alternative Superman character, who wields ungodly power matched only once in a century, but who struggles to tie the leather strings on their boots and can't even work a simple Podemian Lamp.

But before all that: In our world, if you walked into an unfamiliar town with no local currency (perhaps after falling out of a plane or concentrated magic vortex), you wouldn't be able to get yourself a place to sleep. Either someone would give you a place to stay out of the kindness/pity of their heart, or you'd wind up sleeping in public.

In this new world, that isn't the case. Only an hour after walking into town, they're handed the lockstone to a hospitality house by the town artist. It's theirs for as long as they want to stay, it has a groundroom where they can pluck breadshrooms or shave ice at any time, it has a folding sleep trunk, and they are going to be MISERABLE in the morning when they wake up in the dark, on the floor, dehydrated, hungry, achy, and tired. They can't take care of themselves.

This is why the protagonist is going to develop a deep, meaningful relationship with the person who is kind and understanding enough to invite into their home a stranger who speaks nonsense as if it's all they have ever known. The person who would help a stranger who has already received more help than they themselves would need in the stranger's (strange) shoes. The person who has felt fear as the darkness grows, and yet chose to help someone threatened simply by the world outside it.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

¦¦ 14. Lovebites ¦¦

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Michael Kinsella x female reader

Warnings: biting! Cunnilingus, fingering, sexy sex, possessiveness, some fluff!

Author’s note: I don't know why, he just strikes me as the possessive type. It's always the quiet ones...

You close the door as quietly as you can when you return home earlier than you expected from a night out in the town. It was just a few drinks with the girls, but some rowdy lads in the last pub had started trying to talk to you despite you all trying your utmost to ignore their unwelcome creepy flirty advances.

They were all full of liquid confidence, letching and leering over you, one of them in particular getting far too close and handsy with you no matter how many times you said no and moved away. Finally, it got to be too much and you ended up smashing the fella in the face with your fist, earning a cheer from the rest of the pub but also leaving you with bruised knuckles.

You were just going to come home, sneak into bed and worry about explaining it to Michael in the morning.

But no such luck…

"Hey love, you're home early. Did ya have a good night?" He asks, reaching for you.

You quickly and subtly slip your arms around his neck so he doesn't see the evidence of the night's drama.

"Aye it was alright, just a bit tired y'know. Thought you'd be late over at Jimmy's as well?"

"Ach he was bein' an arse and I'd had enough so…" he kisses you softly, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "besides, means an early night for us both, pet? Can't say I'm upset about it." 

He smiles warmly and you let him lead you to your bedroom. You're kind of glad he was at home when you got back, after the night you had you really could use something to take your mind off it, and you always felt safe with Michael.

He backs you up to the edge of the mattress, soft lips and the brush of his beard on your cheek and neck making you giggle as you flump down on the bed. You push up the hem of his shirt and he takes your hint, peeling it off so you can appreciate his well-muscled physique. You forget yourself as your hands automatically move to touch, and he grabs them, noticing the redness on your right hand. You flinch at the fresh pain and his eyes bore into yours.

"What happened?"

You shook your head, "it's nothin' Mikey, don't worry." 

Of course he's not convinced. His brow furrows even deeper. "Someone hurt ya darlin'? C'mon an tell me now."

"No it's alright, it's sorted. Just some lads were annoyin' me an the girls. They wouldn't take the bloody hint so I punched one of em." 

"Fuckin' hell love! Is that right?" He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your sore knuckles.

You nod and smirk, pleased you were able to stand up for yourself and that Michael was obviously proud of you for doing so.

"Let me get some ice for ya…"

You shake your head and stop him. "No s'alright, just a bit achy is all."

"So I don't need t'kill any of these fuckers then?" He jokes, but you know he would in a heartbeat. You pull him close again, your hands smoothing over his chest to try calm down the protective and possessive urge that you knew had been struck up within him. It never took much to get him riled when you were concerned.

"No it's alright baby, just need you, here. Now."

"Yeah, can do that…" He swiftly aids you in removing your clothes, his hungry mouth tasting every bare bit of skin as it's revealed, laying you down on the bed and roaming over and claiming every inch of you. A yelp turns into a moan as he sucks a bruising mark into the skin of your neck.

"Mikey!" 

"You're mine, alright? Need you to know that love," you gasp as he moves down, his eyes darker now, his fingers grabbing and pressing into your soft flesh. "All of you, fuckin' mine." he growls, nipping your collarbone and leaving a mark there too. "S'only me that gets to touch ya, only me that gets to mark ya up… ain't it pet?"

Your breaths are shallow now, whimpers of agreement woven through them as Michael leaves his literal mark on you, working on letting everyone know exactly who you belong to. 

"Yeah," you moan as he's between your bare legs biting into the soft sensitive flesh there. He rakes his nails with just the right amount of pressure over your outer thigh as his mouth sucks and licks leaving a path of purpling blotches leading towards your cunt. He holds you down with a quiet strength that has you aching for him. Before you're able to beg for more he's sucking your clit between his soft full lips making you buck your hips up towards his face with high wavering whimpers. His fingers breach your dripping entrance and he looks up to watch your face contort in needy bliss as he starts pumping them in and out of you. 

"Michael, fuck, I want you. Need you."

He hums and crooks his fingers a little, rubbing over the spot that makes you gasp, makes you wetter, makes you lose control.

"Yeah? Wan me to fuck ya, love?" His voice is raw and dark with desire. "Are ye wantin' m'cock stuffed in that pretty, wet cunt?"

"Yes, oh god Mikey please!" you plead, whining as he withdraws from where you need him most. Your hands curl around the back of his neck as he moves up your body, he grips his cock, smacking the head against your clit a few times and leaning down to suck another harsh vivid mark on the other side of your neck. The room fills with your shared moans as he sinks into you, and you wrap your legs around him as he thrusts hard and deep.

You'll proudly wear the evidence of his ownership if you get to feel like this, but despite the possessive bites and words he's not just fucking you senseless. It's passionate, ensuring that you know just how much he fucking loves you, showing you with every touch, kiss, and the way he moves within you. When you come he's watching you, awestruck, doing everything he can to prolong your high before he follows, marking you up from the inside. 

Afterwards, you close your eyes, smiling softly as he kisses so tenderly over every single mark he's left on the canvas of your body. 

[forever-rogue]

45 on touching for bucky?

AN | I made this soft, so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings | mentions of injury

Word Count | 1.3k

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Prompt Used | 45. Feeling Their Temperature

Masterlist | Bucky, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” you insisted as you swatted his hand from your forehead, as you burrowed your face into the pillows, “I'm just tired and achy. I'll sleep it off."

"You're running a fever, sugar," the corners of Bucky's mouth were drawn in a deep frown but his eyes were filled with concern, "you're getting sick."

"Am not," you huffed lightly, knowing he was right but also not wanting to admit that little fact. You'd rather drag your weak and pained body around for a few days and pretend all is fine than to have Bucky know you're sick.

It wasn't that you didn't trust or anything, you just knew he went...overboard with a lot of things. Like worrying. About you. You specifically. You were his chosen person, the light of his life, the calm in his stormy seas, and he would have rather gone to hell and back multiple times than to have anything happen to you.

Including something as simple as the flu. The last time you'd even come down with some sniffles, he'd shifted into an overprotective mood and basically refused to leave your side until he was positive you were feeling better. It wasn't that you didn't love it or him, but it was a lot. You were a mere human with a weak immune system, at least compared to him, he'd often reminded you.

"Why do you even attempt to lie to me?" He asked you as you groaned and pulled the blanket up and over your face, "I can see right through you."

"I know babe," you murmured from behind your little cocoon, "and I love you - so much - but you worry too much. It's not going to kill me...I can just sleep it off. Just because I’m not superhuman like you, doesn’t mean I need to be babied.”

Bucky was silent for a few moments, huffing lightly before gently pulling back the cover. You peeked at him with one eye, causing him to ease up, fighting back the ghost of a smile, “I know you’re a strong, capable, and independent woman, but that doesn’t mean you can’t ask for help. Let me take care of you, you persistent little thing.”

You had to admit that you were quickly starting to feel terrible, and having his help wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He was your person after all...hmm.

“Okay,” you agreed with a pathetic little nod, “but only if you promise not to go overboard.”

“I…” he was about to argue with you, but decided against it, “okay, fine. You get some sleep for now, and I’ll make some soup so it’ll be ready after you nap. Yes?”

“Yes,” you offered a weak little smile before closing your eyes again and pulling the covers tightly around your form. Bucky stood up, gently touching your cheek before heading towards the kitchen, “James?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” you murmured softly before feeling the sweet embrace of slumber win over. He stood there and watched you for a few moments before whispering the sentiment right back to you.

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You padded slowly down the hall at the delicious smell of whatever Bucky was making. You’d checked your phone when you’d woken up and found that you’d been sleeping for a few hours; the grumble in your stomach had convinced you to get up.

Alpine meowed softly as soon as she saw you, hopping off the couch to greet, but giving you away at the same time. She sat at your feet before rubbing her head against your legs as you reached down to pet her lightly. You were quickly interrupted, however, by a loud and pointed throughout clear from the kitchen.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he asked as he came over towards, worry etched in his features, despite his best efforts, “you should be sleeping.”

“I woke up,” you shrugged before flopping on the couch and wrapping the big blanket around yourself to keep from shivering, “and was hungry. I smelled the soup.”

“It’s almost done,” he looked you over before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “you need to relax - I could have brought it to you in bed.”

“I’m not totally incapable of doing anything,” you insisted as Alpine jumped on your lap for pets, “besides, I want to be near you. Although...I don’t want to get you sick either. But it’s probably too late for that, huh? Sorry babe.”

“I’ll be fine, sugar,” he insisted, the knowledge that he was unlikely to be affected by anything you caught on the forefront of his mind, “it’ll take more than a little flu to take me out.”

“Haha,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “thank you for reminding me just how inferior I am to you.”

“You are far superior to anything I could ever be,” he insisted as he went back to the kitchen to bring over some of whatever magical soup he had concocted, “now relax and we’ll eat. Perhaps a bath after that - it should help you warm up.”

“Are you going to be joining me?” you gave him the most pleading of looks as he just laughed lightly before nodding in agreement, “it’s just in case I get too weak and sleep and sink under the water.”

“Of course,” he promised with a knowing little wink, “for your safety, and only that.”

“My hero,” you sighed dreamily as you snuggled with your kitty and watched him. It always hit you at the oddest times, just how much you loved him. Sometimes it was enough to stop your world whole and take the breath right out of your lungs. He had come into your life so unexpectedly, but you thanked your lucky stars that he did; he was all that you had ever dreamed of.

“Hey,” he pulled you out of your thoughts as he stood in front of you, two bowls of steaming soup in his hands, “where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you promised softly, “just thinking.”

You gently took one of the bowls before patting the spot next to you for him to sit down. He followed suit while still watching you curiously, “just thinking, huh?”

“About you.” you admitted after swallowing a heaping spoonful of delicious chicken noodle soup, “about how much I love you.”

“Me?” he asked, a surprised little smile on his features, “why me?”

“Oh James,” you sighed wistfully, “I love you for so many reasons in so many ways. You are my home, and always have my heart. One of the many things I love about you is that you always do things like this for me - take care of me when I’m being a grumpy crab.”

“You’d do the same for me,” he replied, a flush covering his cheeks.

“I would,” you agreed, “because I love you more than anything.”

“And I you,” he beamed, “but that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of me taking care of you.”

“Wouldn’t plan on it Sergeant,” you promised, “but I mean it - I love you more than anything, you know that right?”

“I do,” he leaned in and kissed the top of your head, “I do.”

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Yo, I'm back from my treatments. I am hungry. And I am also tired. And I have to get more tests done. And I have to get another treatment at the end of the month cause I have been particularly achy. So... Yeah. Unpredictable

[scaarletwiitch]

How about domestic fluff? Clint gets sick (like not bad sick. Just cold/flu stuff) and Nat takes care of him?

Uh, so I just discovered my ask box has been filling up without me being notified! Anyway, hopefully this anon is still around and enjoys this. Just a heads up, Clint has covid in this fic.

Quarantine - Read on Ao3

“What are you doing here?” Clint lifted his head to see over the back of the sofa as the apartment door opened. 

“We’re quarantining, right?” Natasha deadpanned, dumping the duffel bag slung over her shoulder next to the door.  

“Nat, I’m sick!  You know with this deadly virus?  You can’t be here.” 

“You think the Red Room invested this much in me for a coronavirus to be able to take me out?” 

He dropped his head back down onto the sofa.  He was too dizzy to argue, besides if he did faint on his way to the bathroom at least there was someone to pick him up now. 

“So, what’s it doing to you anyway?” She had enough courtesy not to nudge his feet out of her usual spot on the couch and instead took the papasan chair.

“Tired,” he groaned, flopping his right arm over his face.  “Dizzy, sweaty, achy,” he coughed violently into the arm over his face.

Natasha’s brow twitched at the sound of the cough.  “That’s it?” 

“Sore throat,” he murmured.  “Stop making me talk.” 

“Have you eaten anything?” Natasha asked, her eyes taking in the bottle of Tylenol, and foil packets of ibuprofen scattering the coffee table.  

“Not hungry,” he groaned.  

“You shouldn’t take ibuprofen on an empty stomach,” she pushed herself to her feet and headed into his kitchen.  “You’ll damage your stomach lining and before you know it, you’ll be vomiting blood.” 

“Natasha,” he complained as loudly as he could from within his blanket cocoon.  He followed it up with another cough that made her wince. 

“Do you want a sandwich or pasta?” She called out over his coughing fit.  “You know what?” the coughing continued without pause for Clint’s answer.  “We’ll go sandwich.  This bread will go off before the spaghetti and I'm guessing you don't have 2 weeks of supplies in here.” 

“I’m not hungry,” he wheezed out catching his breath from the coughing fit.  

“I know you’re not hungry but you’re also dizzy, exhausted, and more than 1800mg into the ibuprofen.  I can’t let you take anymore without some food.  So, you’re going to try, ok?” 

He didn’t protest and she set to work making a sandwich for herself and a smaller less interesting variant for him.  She then found the largest glass she could, some stupid plastic contraption with a straw on the outside that she might vaguely remember him winning when they stopped by a carnival on their way home from an assignment more than ten years ago and filled it with water.  

“There,” she pronounced as she sat the sandwich and ridiculous drinking container down in front of him.  

He only groaned and burrowed himself deeper into his blankets.  

“At least drink the water,” she badgered.

He pulled himself up against the sofa and reached from the stupid cup, sucking violently on the straw.  “Thanks,” he said after drinking deeply.  “I’ll try the sandwich in a bit.” 

“Before you take any more painkillers?” 

“Before I take any more painkillers,” he agreed, settling himself back into the warmth of his blankets.  

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Just as a reminder, I'm pretty much always taking prompts and requests featuring Clint and Natasha.

[treya-barton]

Not sure if you're taking requests based on those starters, but if you are... "You've got a fever. Of course I'm not going anywhere." pretty please? 😍(Feel free to ignore this though)

This trip, which was supposed to be the sequel to the bestday of his life, was instead an utter disaster. It had started off well enough. On their wedding night they had spent a lovely time cuddling in the luxuryhotel room Rise had gifted them with, too tired to do anything more strenuousafter their long day.  They had woken up,nice and well rested, before heading out on the flight Yu’s parents had bookedthem for their wedding gift – a trip to Hawaii. Yosuke had been looking forward to it almost as much as the wedding since it would be his first timetraveling outside of Japan.  It was alsohis first time on a plane, and although he was a little nervous especially withit being a 7 hour flight, he didn’t let it deter his eagerness.  

Really, Yosuke should have been paying attention to thesigns early on in the flight.  Instead,he had been too busy staring outside the window as they flew into the sky,gazing out in amazement as they floated above the vast sea of clouds, feeling awethat something so large could feel as if it was weightless as it appeared todrift above the Earth.  He knew they wereactually flying at an incredibly fast speed, but it was hard to tell with theclouds drifting all around them.  He wasso enthralled by the sight, that he totally didn’t pick up on the fact thatseveral other people on the flight were sniffling, sneezing, and coughing.  Not that there was much he could do about it35,000 feet in the air.  By the time theywere about to land, however, Yosuke was beginning to pay better attention ashis head began to feel foggy, and he started to get a scratch in histhroat.  “When we get to the hotel room,I’ll probably need to drink some water,” he commented, not mentioning his othersymptoms to his partner.  Yosuke was toowrapped up in thinking about all the activities they had planned for the day toreally pay attention to his warning signs.

Yu, however, was paying much better attention, and had beenworried by the number of people wearing face masks he had seen on theflight.  While Yosuke hadn’t verbalizedhow he was feeling, Yu could tell he looked a little flushed and when hementioned needing water it definitely made him concerned.  Yosuke managed to maintain his high energylevel once they stepped off the plane, excitedly telling Yu that he couldn’t believehe was actually in another country as they headed to pick up their luggage, butit didn’t stop Yu from carefully watching him. Once they got into the taxi that would take them to their hotel, Yosuke definitelybegan to show signs of illness, and Yu could tell he was trying his best tofight it.  Yu waited until they wereactually in their hotel room to approach him, reaching up with a cool hand andpressing it against his forehead, holding steady when Yosuke tried to shy awaylast minute.  Yu frowned.  “You have a fever,” he said, going into his bagand searching through for the small box he had brought with first aidsupplies.  He always liked to be preparedand knew he had some medicine Yosuke could take.

“I’m fine!” Yosuke lied. “It’s just really hot here so I’m a little warm. It’s not a big deal –nothing a dip in the ocean can’t cure!”

Yu shot him a cold look, and Yosuke immediately snapped hismouth shut while looking guilty.  Hesighed and sat on the bed, starting to feel achy and chilly at the sametime.  “Dammit,” he said softly, acceptingthe bottle of water Yu handed him along with the packet of aspirin.  He popped the medicine into his mouth beforetaking a sip of the water and swallowing it down.  He really began to feel the scratch in histhroat after that and let out a light cough, before realizing just how foggyhis head felt.  He couldn’t take thechill anymore and crawled across the bed before sliding in under the covers, tremblinga little as he curled into a ball for warmth. “Dammit,” he repeated squeezing his eyes shut as he buried his head betweenthe pillows.

He suddenly felt a cool hand on the back of his neck beforeit carefully drifted to his shoulder and tugged gently until Yosuke was forcedonto his back.  Yu was kneeling next tohim and had pulled out a cool compress pack he had brought along.  He carefully placed it on Yosuke’s forehead.  His hand trailed along the side of his face,before feeling at the hair at the back of his head, noting that it was alreadystarting to get damp with sweat from the fever. “I can’t believe I’m ruining the honeymoon,” Yosuke coughed, and Yushook his head.

“I believe our vows included “in sickness”,” he gentlyreminded Yosuke, encouraging him to drink more of the water before he cappedthe lid and set it on the bedside table. “You are certainly not going out today though.  I’m sure later I can get room service to setus up something nice for dinner though. You should definitely sleep for now.”

Yosuke coughed again. “Take lots of pictures of the dolphins,” he said glumly, since they hadplanned on going on a dolphin watching boat tour that afternoon.

Yu stretched out next to Yosuke, reaching out and tiltingYosuke’s head until it was resting on his shoulder.  “I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, runninghis fingers through Yosuke’s hair soothingly even though his locks were dampwith sweat.

“I don’t want you sitting around stuck here with me,” Yosukeprotested.  “I’m just going to fallasleep.  Go and make sure at least one ofus enjoys this trip!”

Yu shook his head.  “You’vegot a fever.  Of course I’m not goinganywhere,” he said firmly, and Yosuke pouted.

“You’re so stubborn,” he complained, and Yu grinned at him.

“I have to be around you,” he hummed, before kissing the topof his hair.  “Rest.  I’ll make sure when you wake up you’ll have somethingwarm to eat.  Hopefully by then you’ll behungry.”  Their last meal had been lunchon the plane; Yosuke had definitely been looking forward to eating somethingmuch nicer on the island.  

“If you’re going to stay here, stop hovering around mebefore I get you sick,” Yosuke replied, shoving Yu lightly.  “You’re crowding my space anyway.”

Yu didn’t want to leave his husband’s side, butknew Yosuke had a point and reluctantly got up and headed to the smallcouch.  He pulled out his phone tomessage the others and update Yosuke’s parents, while keeping an eye on thebrunet, not relaxing until his eyes finally drifted closed.  It was certainly unfortunate that Yosuke hadgotten sick on their first day, but Yu honestly didn’t mind spending timehaving Yosuke to himself, even if the other man was sleeping.  He watched his breathing slow as he fell asleep,occasionally interrupted by a light cough, before switching over to pull outhis kindle for some light reading as he relaxed.  He knew Yosuke would recover quickly – healways did – and be fine by tomorrow and that they’d be able to enjoy the restof their vacation as planned.  But fortoday he was content to watch over his husband and nurse him back to health.

[roses-adventures]

It is very much worth it for all the reasons stated above, I have multiple medical conditions and some that we're still trying to diagnose (looking at POTS, mast cell activation disorder and lupus)

my experience was the first one I was very sick, worst pain I've had in a very long time, my arm went completely numb, I threw up ya know the whole nine yards. I was nervous to take a bunch of ibuprofen (drs refuse to help me with pain and tell me to take about 600mg of ibuprofen a day) so I had only taken 200mg of ibuprofen to see If that'd control it and that was a bad choice on my part, I also typically use 🍃 as a pain blocker and probably could have used that as well but the vaccine was new to me and I was not sure how my body would react to me mixing things (I already take hydroxizine, centirizine, and vit D so I had taken those that morning), all those symptoms lasted about 12 hrs starting about 12 hrs after receiving and then day two I had less pain but still achy and a bit ill, POTS symptoms I have did get worse and had to sit a lot more frequently especially when showering these all decreased the 3 and 4th days with the last symptom left was my arm being numb.

Now the second one I prepared for it to be that bad, I had biofreze everything, had a good chunk of time to just lay in bed and ate pretty lightly though the first and second vaccines I got so hungry like I would just want to eat anything I saw. I talked to the nurse who administered both my vaccines about what side effects I had and asked how I could better manage them, they said take what my body was used to as far as ibuprofen because they used to work in the ER and said it is so much easier to prevent someone being in pain than to manage it once it's to a high point and I agreed since I have multiple chronic pain conditions so they suggested taking ibuprofen before I was even in pain that way it's a preventative measure. I got more dizzy with this one right off the bat (like 4hrs after) and I was so tired it felt like I hadn't slept in ages. The other one I was at the mall to get something I needed and we (my grandma took me because I can't drive) ate at the food court by the same time that I was wanting to lay in bed and pass out with the second one. So that was a major difference. My arm was numb again, first time I thought he hit a nerve and second time I'm thinking it may be my body's reaction. It was just my bicep that was numb. I napped and drank lots of water and I did feel achy a bit the second and third day and even got a bit of a cough for a bit all of those symptoms lasted 4 days. But they were so much less severe than the first. I only took ibuprofen the first and second day taking 600mg with my antihistamines and vit d.

I have with literally everything a concern of how my body will react, it tends to be allergic to things I've had a million times, things I've always been fine with I'm no longer, for example I've become highly allergic to metal yet never had a reaction for Years of my life. Only when my other medical conditions began did I get these allergies, on top of that having pain disorders, breathing problems they can't find a reason for, my pots symptoms (undiagnosed I just have symptoms trying to find a Dr to do the test), hypermobile (I think the only thing this made more stretchy was my knees which I've had to be careful with because I've severely damaged them from dislocations and hips), etc like my body just has so much going on already I didn't know how this was going to react and I like you was so apprehensive about doing so, like I was very clear that I didn't want to risk it, I was thinking I was gonna have anaphylaxis or be in the hospital or worse because of my bodies reaction. I also have anxiety so that spiraled things out of control a bit.

I was actually forced to get it by my college because it's mandatory in order to go back and I was still terrified the whole time that fear mixed with a fear of injection doesn't do well with this 😅 but it wasn't nearly as bad as I was fearing, couldn't even feel the needle tbh and my whole experience wasn't as bad as I'd made myself believe it could be. I highly recommend even if you're apprehensive do it, as long as your drs have cleared you for it, if you can sleeping or being in the same room as another person may help lessen that anxiety over what may happen I know for me i was worried about what if im alone and no one notices something is wrong so after the first one I stayed in my sisters room so that I wouldn't be alone. This helped a lot.

I'm glad I did it especially as now I am protected more than I was which is even more important to me now that I know my moms husband, her and my siblings all of which I live with will not be taking it nor will they even wear masks half the time. So for me this was important even in that manner. still think college should be online but that's a different story.

I feel so bad about not wanting to get vaccines but the last time I got a vaccine it sent my body into such a bad flare up I was hospitalized for a week. Do you have any tips on dealing with guilt or anxiety about either getting vaccines or skipping them? I’m talking to my doctor in a few days but I would love to hear another immune compromised opinion.

A friend of mine who had similar worries was told by her doc that taking antihistamines ahead of time could help, as can drinking a lot of electrolyte water. However @thebibliosphere has very similar concerns and just got her vaccine today. I believe she is resting right now but there is some info on her blog about how she and her doctors handled it and why she made the choice (getting COVID will be worse.)

I am really sorry you are dealing with this; ideally enough people without health issues would be getting vaccinated that you would be at less risk than you are :/ Good luck.

Eta: to clarify I am not saying you Definitely Should get one; I am.not your doctor nor do I know anything about your condition. However I do know a number of other immune compromised people who have made the decision along with their doctors to get the vaccine, and who have taken a number of precautions to do so (having an epipen ready, getting vaccinated at a medical center setting rather than a pharmacy etc) due to how much worse the option of getting COVID would be for them.

So I suppose weighing these risks also depends a lot on how much you would be able to self isolate/how likely exposure would be if you were unable to get the vaccine

There is a lot to consider and I am sorry that you are in the position where you have to :/

[running-nuts-blog]

LET GO OF THE SCALE!!

Ok, what a change. True confession: I don't know why, when, where or how... but I totally let go of my overall health over the past couple years. I've half-heartedly launched cleaner eating or following an eating plan cutting added sugar or portions... only to not be able to sustain them and resigned myself to believe I like being overweight, as long as I'm happy. But deep down, not so much. Breathing even can be challenging after exertion. Knees are more achy and crunchy due to the weight. And always being tired. I let my personal training certification expire and pretty much gave up. Until recently... of course more doctoring and follow-ups from my kidney cancer (which were very good!! 💕) I've spent a good chunk of my life studying nutrition and fitness, so why have I been making it soooooo hard?! Well, most should know that cancer thrives on sugar, so why not try cutting added sugar out of my diet for starters. That was step 1. Then the big sugar detox for a couple days... headaches and feeling pooped out. 2. Also, I didn't bother to weigh myself... I know I'm heavier and know my approximate weight. So, at my doc appointment I told them not to let me know how much I weigh, because that just becomes a number and messes up my head. They were very supportive and the nurse put her hand over the results on the scale! Super!! But its recorded, so if I want to find out how much I've actually lost, I can get that info from my records. Perfect! 3. Wow, I started having more energy... and I started focusing on easy meal preps. Hear me out... I REALLY DONT LIKE TO COOK. Not sure why, but I'm not a fan. Its work to me, and I've battled being tired most of my life (hypothyroidism, yay!) But I went on Pinterest and found 2 yummy Whole30 dinner recipes and made double batches (1 for me to divide into 4 meals, and the other for my family to eat.) I picked simple recipes... nothing exotic here. The guys approved too!! So good picks. I made 2 meal recipes back-2-back so they had 2 to choose from and with these big guys, I need big dinners to fill them up! 😉 I wound up having 4 lunches and 4 suppers from my efforts. 4. Strangely, I started having more energy, and actually was motivated to start weight training and getting some cardio in. But not in a manic way. With 12+ hour shifts, time was not on my side and extra time to take care of myself wasn't "falling into my lap". I knew if I wanted to change, I was going to have to carve it out of my day. And to not be so hard on myself when I couldn't stick to a strict regimen (eating or fitness) when stuff came up.

I've been doing great, sleeping better, noticing my body is starting to slim down a little and staying satisfied. I'm not hungry all the time. I'm not obsessed with the scale any more, but more on living every day better.

I know my story isn't very different than everyone around me. We all are trying to do the best we can and make good choices. But honestly, there aren't any rule books around this and people are capitalizing on our struggles with diets, exercise gadgets and pills. I want to share this because I feel I should for anyone that has felt hopeless like me. I am starting this interactive blog, since fitness and nutrition have always been a passion of mine... even though I've hit a big wall along the way. Would anyone find a benefit if I started a healthy living community for all types of nutrition and fitness? Keto, Paleo, Whole30 etc... but the key is to keep everything super simple and repeatable to make it a part of daily living, without stressing or feel like we are killing ourselves over trying to do and be better.

I've always loved helping others and sharing what I've learned along my own personal journey as well. Please feel free to reach out to me with thoughts, comments, interests, ideas or anything!! I'd love to hear from any of you!!

Best wishes,

Wendy