#are beans good for period cramps

[gasmonkeyshop5]

5 Benefits of Using Cannabis for Menstrual Cramps and Other PMS Symptoms

Benefits of Using Cannabis for Menstrual Cramps and Other PMS Symptoms For many women, menstrual cramps and other symptoms of premenstrual syndrome (PMS) can be a major source of discomfort and pain. While there are a variety of traditional remedies available, such as painkillers and hormonal birth control, these options can come with their own side effects and drawbacks. In recent years,…

[starlightsuffered]

Nah, you've got me wanting Timmy finding out reader is pregnant the same time as Pauline with that cute fluff 😭 Can I? Can I? Like, two baby Chalamet beans 😭

Uncle (part 2)

Info - anxiety about pregnancy, being nervous, angst to fluff

I felt sick to my stomach and it wasn’t just because of the morning sickness. I couldn’t believe I’d realised the day AFTER Timothée had found out he was going to be an uncle, that I might be pregnant.

I’d woken up feeling ill. I had felt cramping in my abdomen. Timothée and I shared a dog and she’d become extremely territorial. By the end of the day I had mapped out on my calendar that I was a couple days late for my period.

I had started getting worried. I did not want Pauline to think I was stealing her thunder. I also didn’t quite know how Timothée would react. I knew he was beyond excited to be an uncle, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be a father.

The anxiety was seriously getting to me. I was having trouble sleeping. I was wearing a mask of happiness, pretending I was the picture of joy. I wanted to keep the baby. However, I wasn’t even sure I was pregnant. I was afraid to check.

“Angel, are you okay,” Timmy asked one night. My head was full of racing thoughts. I was just laying with it in his lap, thinking of all the ways I was totally fucked.

“You seem….. out of it lately,” he told me as he played with my hair.

“No, I’m fine. I’m great, and I’m so happy that-“

“Baby, I know you’re happy that Pauline is pregnant, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” Timothée interrupted me.

“What do you mean?” I almost snapped. He looked a bit hurt by my tone.

“I just mean that you talk about it all the time. Even when I don’t bring it up, you do. You circle back to it all the time. I-I just wanted you to know that I haven’t lost interest in you. If you were feeling a little jealous-“

I burst into tears. I felt my body shake as I was wracked with sobs. Timothée seemed shocked but he was rubbing my back and telling me everything would be okay.

“I think I could be pregnant,” I told him, I just let it come out.

“Wait really?” He asked in shock.

“I don’t feel good. Phoebe won’t leave me alone. I missed my period. I-I don’t know what else to expect. I promise I wasn’t trying to-to detract from her or to. I don’t know-“

“Shhh, shhh, baby I know. I would never expect that. I’m sure Pauline wouldn’t either,” he soothed me.

“Y-You are talking about this like it’s already a thing,” I sniffled. “Do you, w-would you want a baby?”

“Well it seems like you don’t want one,” he said cagily. He wasn’t meeting my gaze.

“But I don’t know, another Chalamet bean…..” a smile began to curve over his lips. “They’d be cousins growing up together.”

“That sounds really sweet,” I said, feeling myself calm.

“So, you wouldn’t mind?” He asked.

“I want the baby, if they exist,” I agreed.

Timothée was absolutely beaming now. He didn’t need to speak, he just began to kiss me. Before I knew what was happening he’d picked me up and was carrying me bridal style to the car. He made sure to buckle me in and drive to the store.

“You’re so goofy,” I giggled as he rushed out telling me to stay put and not strain myself. He came back out panting with a pregnancy test.

“You want me to check now?” I asked.

“As soon as possible. We have to know if the bean is in there,” he cooed at my still flat stomach.

“I swear you were made to be a dad,” I chuckled.

He zipped back to our place. He was torn between kissing me and begging me to go to the bathroom. I finally made it in and peed on the stick. I brought it out so we could wait for the lines together.

“It’s positive!” Timothée crowed. He was doing a happy dance as I laughed.

We made the call to Pauline together. She was completely overjoyed. I was absolutely overwhelmed with emotions as she congratulated and we happily discussed all the things we could do together.

“I love a bargain,” Timothée murmured as we cuddled. “A dad and an uncle.”

“I can’t believe I was afraid to tell you,” I sighed.

“No more fear baby momma,” Timothée comforted me.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[salaimoi]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ thank you. ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

short fluffy gojo satoru x fem reader for a change ᵔᴗᵔ

wc: 363

Satoru always knew just what to say when you were on your period—aching with cramps and headaches. you’d usually tough it out and refuse to take any medicine to aid with the pain and that bothered him.

he knew you refused to take them so you wouldn’t seem “weak” in front of him. you could’ve lost an arm in the most brutal way but you would still put up a front for him.

he’d plant small kisses on your forehead while he massaged your shoulders and repeated a million i love you’s. he was too caring for his own good, putting others over him—especially you—because he had a soft spot for his pretty girl.

you were the epitome of divinity in his eyes. your aura alone made you irresistible to someone like him—someone who didn’t believe in love because it never ended the same way it did in the movies. he always witnessed how the guy got the girl, and they lived happily ever after, but that never happened to him—until you.

the heavens must have finally smiled upon him for a change when you bumped into him that fated day and spilled fresh roasted coffee on his expensive clothes. the embarrassed smile that adorned your face as you apologized to him for being so careless—the redness stained your face like paint to a canvas. he reassured it was okay, but you knew deep down that you made yourself look like a fool in front of such a handsome man like satoru.

ever since that day, you made sure to not let him see you in such a vulnerable state because of how passive he became around you. he never said no to you or even raised his voice at you—you were too precious to him for him to do so.

you were his everything. you planted a kidney bean that later sprouted inside him, turning all his hatred and bitterness into love and benevolence.

he could spend a thousand years thanking you for doing so, but even then it wouldn’t be enough. you personified the promise that things would get better when he was beginning to fall into despair.

you saved him.

[kyurume]

"a mere knock-off can never beat the real thing" they say..

pairing: yandere!dollmaker!antiqueshopowner!scara x gn!reader

warning(s): obsessive behavior, stalker, reader gets injured i'm so sorry, weird ass copies of you he does imaginary tea parties with.. gory situation :( happy halloween, everyone.

summary: ever since you've stepped in that little antique shop in your town, you've felt like someone's watching you. you tell yourself that "oh it's fine i'm just paranoid!" but, really, you couldn't sleep without having this odd feeling that someone's spectating your daily life. you couldn't just shrug this feeling off.

"I can't sleep."

you mumbled to yourself in your bed. Your bedroom was dark, and you can only hear your A/C blasting cold air into the area. it was one of the hottest periods of the year, and the heat was killing you. you cursed global warming for existing, and that coincidentally made your days even more hot and humid. you realize that you can't get a wink of sleep, and your eyes aren't feeling heavy yet, even though you've been watching tons of asmr videos for 2 hours. your clock shows that it's now 12:45am, and you have a dentist appointment at 7am. you're definitely gonna wake up grumpy. you stand up, feet on the ground, hoping that walking around your apartment and grabbing a glass of milk would somehow help you in this time of crisis. you open your door, the loud squeaking sound of the door irritates you, and you wonder if that woke the neighbors. you walk to your kitchen, bumping into some furniture in the process. you walk over to the fridge, hoping that milk isn't the only thing that you'll be consuming tonight. you opened the doors of your refridgerator, and inspected the inside. you only have.. juice packets, milk, cheese, wheat bread, water, an opened can of baked beans, raisins, and a box of chocolates..? it's one of the more expensive brands, neatly wrapped with a purple ribbon. you never remembered buying it, not even a fragment of a memory. but you were absentminded, and decided on the chocolate. it's better than the milk, anyways. you closed your fridge door, and sat on your kitchen counter stool. you placed the fancily packaged chocolate box onto the kitchen counter, and opened it, the chocolates were heart-shaped. how off-season. you didn't mind though, since they were cute. so, you popped one of those heart chocolates in your mouth, they tasted good, as expected of an expensive chocolate brand. but the aftertaste.. was odd.. sort of like.. a chemical taste. and before you could even begin to pick up anotber piece of chocolate, your eyes droop, and you steadily started to fall unconscious, you couldn't even move. but before you passed out completely, you felt someone catch you, and you managed to pick up their voice.

"gotcha."

... you wake up, in a old, and dimly lit room. weird, you don't remember there being an extra room in your cramped apartment. then, before you could look around to process the situation you're in, someone got up, and ran toward your direction. your fight or flight senses awoke within you, as you tried to move out of the way, but you realize you're tied to a chair, so you only fall down, helpless, and vulnerable. You couldn't speak, because.. well. duct tape was placed on your mouth. and you can't feel your lips.

"welcome to your new room!"

you look up at the owner of the voice. a man with dark indigo hair, with a single light purple highlight in his bangs, with berry-colored irises, red eyeliner, porcelain skin as pale as the moon and a round face, but he looks to be around his 20s. he grabs the sides of the chair, and places the chair (with you taped on it) upright. your many questions were muffled by the tape on your mouth, he smiles and roughly rips the sticky plastic off your numb lips.

"what the- who- let me go!"

you only managed to yell these words at him. he smiles sinisterly, cupping your face in his hands shamelessly, as he whispered these words.

"i'm your boyfriend, silly."

boyfriend? seriously? you've been pre-determined to be single ever since you came out of your mother's womb. he strokes your chin with the back of his palm, and offered,

"you hungry? you looked so cute when you were walking around, looking for food, like a starved puppy."

yikes. that's a really weird comparison. this guy is bad news, so you shake your head no. he looked a little sad, but he smiled at you again. what a creep.

"shame. i could've shown you how good of a cook I am."

he kneels down at your eye level and holds your hands carefully, like you're a porcelain doll he wouldn't want to break. you try to look around, and assess where the hell you ended up in, but he grabs your cheeks with his one hand, and makes you face towards him, his grip on your face tightening.

"if curiousity truely killed the cat, you'd be brutally murdered, right here, right now. but, if you REALLY want to see the imperfect works of art i've made of you, then i'll let you see."

he roughly lets go of your face, and walks out of the room, putting on a leather glove. you look around to find seemingly lifeless naked corpses, but as you squint your eyes to adjust to the sight, you quickly realize that they are handmade copies, of you. dolls, that look exactly like you. not only do they look like you in aspects of the face, but the moles on the dolls are eerily accurate. it's detailed, down to the bruises you accidentaly get when you wake up, and to the shape of your fingers, and length of your fingernails. but what you see out of that door surprises you. it's the antique shop you visited.

it's been about 4 months since you were taken from your apartment. you discover many new things about this guy, like how he runs the antique shop you dropped by, and how his mother came up with a crazy name like scaramouche. he changed your restraints from duct tape to shackles, and he feeds you, but he monitors your diet tediously, and he is very careful not to feed you anything that'll give your brain energy to think about escaping. he's starving you, but he says it's for your own good, because he's a good "boyfriend". he fed you his leftovers as a "reward", or so he says. he slobbered his saliva all over the remaining meat left on the bone of the meat, and made sure all of the things he left on the plate had some part of him you can eat unnoticed. it's quite ironic, since he beat you black and blue if you ever attempted to escape, he even watches you sleep. scaramouche was out for groceries, and the store was closed. you took this as the ultimate chance to escape. you were kneeling on the cold, damp floor of the little prison that scaramouche calls his back room, frantically trying to free themselves from your metal shackles. your right foot was aching. the metal shackles bound your foot tightly, and you were desperate to break free, despite being so tired. the room was humid, and you were sweating profusely. your own sweat acted as a sort of lubricant, as you try to squeeze your foot out. but your foot didn't fit through. then, you remembered that scaramouche left a metal pipe laying around after threatening you and to nail your feet to the floor if you kept trying to escape. you look around for it, and you reached out toward the tower of boxes it was on. the pipe fell onto the floor with a loud 'clang!' sound. and you had the craziest idea you've ever thought of.

you thought of doing it anyways, since having a crushed foot is better than staying with that psycho. you tore a piece of cloth off your shirt, and you put it in your mouth, acting as a sort of a muffler for the screams you're about to rip out of your throat. you grab the metal pipe, and with a deep breath, and a background sound check for any signs of your captor. you were on the verge of having a mental breakdown, the waves of heat radiating from the sun outside, seeping into the basement, your head spins, and it feels like the world's warping, the smell of your own body odor adds to your headache, it would be the worst thing you've ever smelled in your life. you shook your head, thinking that being in this pathetic state would be a waste of time, so you stretch your body to its' limits, without breaking any bones, so your body can still handle crawling on the floor after you shatter your foot. you sucessfully grabbed the metal pole, looking up to the wooden ceiling, praying to whoever would listen to minimize the pain of this. you inhale, exhale and bit into the dirty cloth in your mouth, prepared to hit the metal with all your might, and hit the spot in the shackles that had a gap.

it broke, and the sharp, agonizing pain that shot into your foot was incomparable to any injury you had before. you couldn't even bare to look at your injury, but you had no choice to, since you had to make sure your foot could squeeze through the newly made gap. the rusty metal had an opening now, and you could fit your foot through. you free yourself from the shackles, quickly making use of your freedom to stack boxes to the basement window. you whack the metal pipe against the lock on the window, the lock now broken, you sucessfully escape the dreadful basement, your pitiful, dirty hands gripping onto the grass and ground to lift yourself outside, you use the metal pipe to assist your weak muscles, and now you're on the ground, the smell of grass and the fresh air brought tears to your eyes, after months of only smelling the paint from the paint scaramouche stored in his basement, and your own body odor. you weakly crawled to the nearest open store you could see. a pharmacy. it seemed like the universe really was on your side the whole time. you tapped the glass door with the pipe you had in hand, then a green haired young man with glasses opened the door, looking down, to find you, a severely injured and malnourished individual, covered in bruises, and dried blood. he did not hesitate to help you, and asked for assistance from someone in his store, a little girl with purple hair. they handled you with care, the young man calling up some more help from the other shopkeepers, they carried you upstairs, to a bedroom, and they carefully laid you onto the bed. you knew that this was salvation, you didn't care if you looked like a mess, you passed out, on the soft mattress. you missed this, so, so much. you were too occupied relishing in this bliss of being saved, you never noticed that one of the people who saved you, was your captor, smiling behind a face mask, as he wrapped your injured foot with a bandage, tenderly holding your hand, whispering under his breath, as the others are busy helping eachother patch you up.

"i'm impressed."

notes: happy halloween, everyone! a gory treat from yours truly.

[kairiscorner]

HELLO HI!!! I was the one who requested the Gwen prom prompt and i was BALLING. Oh my god you’re amazing!!! Wala lang napaiyak lang ako HEKSJSKSJKSKS IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT!!! LOAF IT!!

If it isn’t a bother! I wanna rec again 🥺🙏

May i req a pampering-esque fic? Gwen x reader again!! (Haha im GAY!!)

Details: The reader is on their period, first day. They’re anemic too so it sucks ballz!! The thing is! This happened while Gwen was at her house and they had a sleepover the day before (As friends or more?) and Gwen had to witness everythingggg. The horrible cramps when waking up, the turning pale, feeling faint, round trips to the bathroom, the breathing exercises and etc! The reader told Gwen what to do, (to get iron pills, fruit and something to eat) so Gwen wouldn’t panic lol! (Go ahead and play around with it again! Doesn’t hav to be exact!! + take ur time & rest! bka overloaded ka 😚👐)

Loaf u and ur work so much have a wonderful day, week, MONTH AND ETC!!! 🥺🙏‼️

hello !!! :DD OMG THANK YOU POOOO !! YOU TOO <333 ALSO YES, I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO MAKE PERIOD COMFORT RELATED FICS, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA <:DD

i get your pain--gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: you woke up to the feeling of pain in your abdomen, the feeling of a warm rushing flow down there, and a lot of cranky feelings from your hormones beginning to get out of whack. luckily, your girlfriend's got you, she's here to make sure the only thing you'll feel as long as you're with her is nothing but pure comfort, despite being on 'the dot'. word count: 750

last night was a complete and total blur to you after 10 PM, all you remember was falling asleep in gwen's arms and just... kinda blacking out. you do remember it was a wonderful night, but all you could focus on now was the splitting pain in your abdomen as you realized the period flood was coming. you rushed for gwen's bathroom and changed, hoping you didn't leave any stains on her bed. you came back, wobbling and a little sick due to how light-headed you'd get when your flow would be this strong, and fortunately enough, her sheets were still clean when you got up.

you sighed as you sat yourself down on a bean bag in her room, placing a big plushie you brought with you down on your abdomen to try alleviating the pain. it wasn't the most effective tactic, but it had to do for the time being. you tried to sleep again, but the sharp pain in your lower abdomen hurt like hell. trying to sleep through it wasn't an option, and luckily, not for long either; because as soon as the pain came in, gwen woke up. she greeted you a good morning as she yawned, with you muttering a good morning back to her.

gwen looked at you and noticed you looked a lot less... vibrant than last night, a little more sullen and tired, even from having just woken up earlier. "hey, you okay?" she asked you as she climbed out of bed and walked over to you. since it was gwen, you could tell her just what kind of hell you had to endure for the week. "it's shark infested waters right now." you told her as she nodded and headed for her drawers, fetching you her finest-quality pads and tampons for you to choose from. "for you, m'lady." she said as she handed them to you on bended knee.

you giggled at her gallantry as you graciously accepted the feminine products she handed to you. "why, thank you, lady stacy." you thanked her as she smiled up at you and got up. you tucked the products away in your almost empty emergency case and as gwen sat down next to you with a slight smile on her face. "y'need anything else? i have iron supplements if you need any, since, y'know... periods aren't exactly very good for your anemia." she offered to you, which you smiled back at and nodded. "thanks, but don't worry, i'm fine right now. i guess all i need right now is..." you were about to finish as your stomach let out a loud grumble, causing for gwen to nod and extend a hand out to you to help you up. "i've got you, don't worry. breakfast is on the way." she said as you took her hand and stood up.

you and gwen ended up making breakfast together, what with her dad having left earlier that day, you two made it all on your own. though breakfast was great, you still felt the stinging pain and heaviness around your lower abdominal region, and every time you cried out even a little bit in pain, gwen looked over at you with concern and asked you what it was you needed, she'd get it for you. she brought you a hot pack when you told her the cramping was worsening, and before you even told her you needed them, she gave you pain killers right away. "i promise, i'll take care of you as long as you're here with me." she said as she placed her hand over yours and smiled at you.

you smiled back at her as you felt her hand on yours. you leaned close towards her and pecked a kiss on her forehead. "thank you, gwinny..." you thanked her as gwen felt herself blush a ton from your kiss, her cheeks tinting with dark reds and undertones of pink as her smile widened and she giggled involuntarily out of being flustered by your kiss. "no problem, love." she said as she kissed your forehead this time. you felt incredibly lucky to have her with you then and there, to have her understand and know exactly what you may need or want right then and there and just be with you and not assume for you what you need--you felt more and more safe and comfortable with her, when she's like this, maybe shark week'll be way more bearable with her by your side.

a/n: I NEED A GWEN IN MY LIFE PLEASE 🛐🛐🛐

tags !! @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @fiannee

[modifiedmonster]

Being the object of affection in the Hayakawa Household Headcanons*NSFW INCLUDED*

Content warning: Blood , menstruation , aftercare, oral F! giving and receiving , throuple , cussing, mentions of breeding, foreplay MDNI!

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Authors Note: These headcanons are all separate times. If you enjoy please reblog and like. Begins below the cut (: enjoy

POWER

Power would only bathe if you either took a bath with her , or sat in the bathroom with her .

Even though you , Aki , and especially Denji detested the idea of it; Power took it upon herself to make matching "Team Kill Denji" shirts for you two .

"..but my noble peace prize.." she would protest under her breath after you explained that we couldn't kill Denji...as you sat on the bed wearing that damn shirt only to make Power happy.

Power knew right when you were about to start your period. Being the Blood Devil , it got her own blood pumping in more than one way.

You were lounging on the couch watching a movie with Power on one side, Denji on the other leaving you lovingly sandwiched in between "I yearn for blood," she murmured, her eyes glinting with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as Denji glanced over to Aki who was in the kitchen making popcorn but switched to boiling hot water to make a heat compress for your inevitable cramps. "Power, that's not appropriate...be a good girl." you stammered, trying to brush off the comment. But Power just grinned, her eyes never leaving yours. "I can't help it," she said with a shrug. "Tis just in my nature."

It didn't take long before Aki surprised Denji with a bag full of assorted jams and fresh bread as a reward for doing good on a recent mission. Power however took the opportunity to grab your wrist and drag you to the bedroom while the other two were distracted. She needed to fulfill her bloodlust after all, and you were a willing source.

Don't worry . As selfish as Power can be , she always made sure to provide pleasure to you especially during your time of the month.

A soft moan elicited from behind the closed door , grabbing the two mens attention. It was yours .They looked at each other briefly before looking to where you and Power were just at on the couch only to find it vacant.

As if it were a race they stormed down the hallway and burst through the door to find you on your back sprawled out wearing only one of Akis oversized teeshirts and Powers head between your legs . "Damned Devil!" they shouted simultaneously from the doorway. Power looked up at them with your crimson covering her chin , nose , and lips that formed a sly grin.

"I only take pleasure in the company of cats…and Y/N." Power growled before returning her attention to you.

AKI

The morning with Aki would start at 5:30 am with the two of you working in sync as he boiled the water and you ground the coffee beans , all the while Denji and Power snored loudly in their rooms.

While the water boiled you went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror , Aki behind you as you both brushed your teeth. His spare hand wrapping around your waist and rubbing the soft , exposed flesh of your tummy while you gave him a toothpaste covered smile.

Aki had been thinking a lot lately about the loss of his family to the Gun Devil , how his life had only been dedicated to defeating this Devil but now...now he was dedicated to you.

He stepped aside you to spit and rinse his mouth out as you kept on brushing. He was unusually quiet this morning , leaving you alone in the bathroom to finish.

Aki prepared the coffee with the precision of a barista, carefully measuring out the grounds and water to make the perfect cups of coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, invigorating the senses. He carried the tray of steaming coffee on to the balcony and arranged the table with two mugs and some sugar and cream.

You took your time today in the bathroom freshening up before heading out for your morning coffee on the balcony with Aki. As always it was perfect; the only difference was Aki's mug was shaking within his grasp.

"Aki...you okay?" the question left your lips with concern as you took a seat across from him after guiding the mug in his hand down to the surface of the table.

Silence. You took a sip of you coffee and left the warm liquid to settle on your tongue . It was just silence for a moment before he looked to you , nerves evident in his eyes. "I want a baby ...with you." Aki suddenly said with intent , having shook the nerves.

The liquid tried to spew from your mouth but you managed to swallow it with wide eyes still locked onto him.

You belonged to Aki , but also Denji and Power ; but if we are being real here Aki is the only other adult mentally.

"Before you say anything Y/N , I already discussed this with Denji and he is on board." the heart within your chest was warming more and more as Aki began to nervously try and convince you , as if you needed it.

"Let's make one then." you beamed a smile to match the one on his face. "When ?" He asked whilst leaning in closer to you from across the table. You looked at your watch and then to him , a smirk plastered on your lips. "Right now seems as good as any."

Akis jaw opened like a fish , he was ready to knock the contents of the table off just to fold you over that table and fuck a baby into you right then and there.

That thought went to hell as you both heard arguing from inside. A sigh followed by a chuckle came from you .

"How many times do I have to tell you to flush your shit !" Denji screamed to Power , blocking her in the bathroom whilst the bickering went back and forth .

"Hold that thought , love. But i'm holding you to it." Aki said as kindly as he could through gritted teeth as he stormed inside to join in on the argument.

Denji

Denji loved sleeping , but even more so when it was with you . Even just a quick cat nap .

But his favorite was when you would lay with him and gently play with Pochita's tail that protruded from his chest. He found it soothing and would often open up to you, telling you stories of his childhood, his aspirations, and the bond he shared with Pochita. He would tell you about all the adventures he had with Pochita and how much the devil meant to him. He would speak with a sense of nostalgia and longing in his voice, as if reliving the memories and you would feel a sense of warmth and contentment as you listened.

Denji didn't mind sharing you with his roommates , but in all honesty he truly did want you all to himself sometimes.

To be the only one massaging your supple , squishy breasts that were always there for the taking . Bonus points if you weren't wearing a bra with padding. (wink-wink because its funny)

Denji ADORED showing you his "Super toast" , and after your morning routine with Aki you would usually join Denji to experiment with new recipes .

You were the barrier between Power stealing his food .

"Marry me , right now." He calmly demanded once after you surprised him with a basket of honey , assorted jams , butters , and cinnamon

[iputthebomp]

How would the bnha boys act when you have your period?

Ooh good question

I hope the boys I chose for this are okay, lol

I hope you enjoy :)

Katsuki

I doubt he wouldn’t know what a period is, so he’d understand what’s happening as soon as you mention it

You got cravings? Will make you whatever you want (or buy it if necessary)

You got cramps? His big, warm hands can act as heating pads probably (and snuggles)

You need some sort of meds? He’ll get them if you don’t already have them

Makes you tea and holds you

He’d probably avoid complaining because he lowkey fears your period hormones

Izuku

I think he’d know what a period is too

All the snuggles and snacks, trust me

He’d wrap you in a blanket burrito when you feel really terrible, and snuggle you while you watch your favorite show together

You have some of his hoodies already but he’d let you borrow one

Helps a little more than usual with your homework because he knows you feel like crap

If you ask him to buy more tampons or pads or whatever you use, then I can see him writing down everything you say about them and still buying a lot of different brands and types (including the ones you use tho)

Shouto

I feel like he might know, but not enough yk

Like he gets what’s happening but he doesn’t know how it feels or what to do

He’s either going to ask lots of questions or do lots of research

Or both

He’d make you tea and eat ice cream with you, I can tell you that

Talks to his Mom about it

Ask him to rub your stomach or something with his hot-and-cold hands

Eijiro

This sweet bean of a guy

Immediately grabs you some chocolate and your favorite blanket as soon as you tell him

Doesn’t matter whether or not you feel cramps or if you feel bad in that moment, he’s holding you and asking what he can do

He’d call Bakugou and ask for some recipes if you’re craving something

Massages are a common thing in your relationship but he’d give you extra

Denki

I don’t think he knows what a period is beyond having heard the word, but he’ll be all over you with comfort and things once you explain

Poor boy would probably worry quite a bit because you’re bleeding how is this normal

He’s gonna put his head on your stomach, under your shirt, when you feel awful and think he’s helping somehow

And I mean he is because we all love him

He’ll let you watch Netflix and stuff on his phone while you snuggle

[star-dust-stuf]

The Beatles period comfort hcs

warnings: mentions of blood, vomiting

a/n: again, me being a hopeless romantic may it spread through the scrolls of tumblr bcs why not?! Not my gifs, as always, enjoy loves!

Gogi

oh nawww!

it would break his heart to see you in such a situation

he never wants you to feel as though you can’t talk to him about it and never wants you to think any lower of yourself

he always brings you blankets and a heating pad

he’d help you in the bath, make the cramps go away

he understands the pain and knows it’s absolutely horrid

baby tries his best to fill you up, keep you hydrated

mood swings, he goes on with them never gets mad if you tend to start a fight or if you just need a good cry

dear lord this man is over the moon for you, rubbing your belly through your cramps

singing his song to you, soft voice and slow guitar “here comes the sun and I say, it’s alright”

he can’t help but be a bit snappy when you ask if you’re fat “babe, it’s okay to feel that way, you’re bloated!” or “eat whatever the hell you want!”

“here, squeeze my hand, love” he’s never been around real pain before, seeing you in it breaks his heart and he tries anything to help you relieve it

queue the clap for baby gogi because girls, admit it he is the painkiller

Ringooo

he’s so proud when you make it through each day

he’s never really seen anyone in any physical pain so if he’s a bit shaken up to see you crying in a ball, tell him it’s alright

little bean has it bad for you, so bad he wishes he could take all your pain and put it in a jar

he may not look it, but man’s would beat up anyone who’d make fun of you for your period or say that it can’t even hurt that bad

he hums to you through the nausea and if you do end up puking, god this man

he rubs your back, tummy, puts your hair up, *crying*

he makes you comfy, sings you tunes and hums louder through each aching cramp

“keep a hold of my hand and just breathe.” *screams*

he makes sure you’re hydrated and fed well. he understands if eating is the las thing you want but he got you chocolate ice cream… so

“I’d like to be- under the sea” he sings as he rocks you in his arms, your in his lap and just being there makes you feel ten times better

cramps are not fun and he knows, he knows because of that face you make

he laughs when you make jokes “do you need anything, love?” he’d ask “a gun” you’d reply

he lets you play with his fingers and his rings as his hand rests on your belly

high expectations and that’s ok, pain isn’t worth the shame keep on, keep on

Jon

he is your sunshine, your only sunshine

he knows it’s that time when you walk out of the bathroom with a giant ‘diaper’ on

“come here sunshine, get warm!” He snuggles you, makes you feel loved

this man- this man is the reason you don’t mind having a period anymore, he makes it less sucky

he makes you a warm bath to sooth your aching body, he sits outside the tub, hand in yours

hes the type of guy to put your pad in your underwear before you get out, few it’s just too much work!

If you are having bad pms let me tell you, he’s head over heels

pms, he knows it’s all mixed up inside and he comforts you even if it all comes out in clumps

he sings to you of course “i love you, yeah yeah yeah, I love you”

sleeping with pain sucks so he lends himself for your body pillow

throwing up is the fear, but he’s there, coaching your breathing, holding your hair back, putting a wet cloth on your neck

you play with his hair as he puts his head on your stomach hoping the pressure will help the cramps

top it with a cherry, kiss him

Paulie

bby is so good with that time of the month

he gets you anything, anything! pads, tampons, hot water bottle, blankets, snacks

he knows what you’re thinking, “am I fat?” he’d go absolutely crazy

“eat whatever, and how much you want!” he’d make sure you’re hydrated too

he also sings to you, of course, nice and soft, he knows you have a headache, “oh darling, please believe me- ill never do you no harm”

he makes you a warm shower, or bath if you prefer, he helps you in and out

he’s the kind of guy to light some candles, perhaps do some yoga if your feeling it teaches you some tricks to help the pain

he’s not squeamish, if he sees some blood where it shouldn’t be he won’t get mad at you “darling, it’s out of your control, don’t cry!”

in a snap of a finger he has you spilling your feelings, he doesn’t want you to bottle it up, it will only make your mood swings worse

feeling nauseous is the worse, he understands but he keeps you busy, focusing on something else, like playing with his hair

if out of the sudden you just grab his hand, leg, arm he lets you do whatever to cope

baby loves you and is always there

[re-velogs]

btw speaking of periods. here's a couple tips if nobody's told you — and these r just my personal experience of what worked for me, so take with a grain of salt! also just to say it from the jump i hope at least some of this could help a trans woman experiencing periods <3

Caffeine can help with cramps & (some) headaches. Even if it doesn't help you feel more awake or affect you in the typical way for whatever reason, it still helps with the cramps! If you don't like caffeinated beverages, midol or excedrin are both painkiller brands (acetimenophen i believe in both) that have caffeine in the pills as well, so you can take those to help without having to drink coffee or tea etc.

Heating pads or an electric blanket will change your life, but they can be expensive. You can make your own microwaveable heating pad with thick fabric and dried beans for much cheaper, just look up a diy guide to make sure you don't blow up your kitchen in a beancident (tone tag: silly!! very unlikely you can explode your kitchen, but you should still handle it carefully and not microwave it too long). If you don't want to or can't buy a heating pad/hot water bottle/make a heat plush, you can buy those little handwarmer bags at convenience stores (especially in the colder months). They're air activated and not all too expensive and last a while. I would take two or three and put them in a pillowcase and fold it up so i could lay it on my stomach like a heating pad without it directly touching my skin - since that can burn you.

Even if you don't experience bleeding, i would still recommend drinking a lot of water especially if you're like me and can barely get through a 16oz water bottle over two days (i'm working on it shh). It just is really good for you & again, can help with cramps, headaches, fatigue, and tbh even emotional symptoms.

You may not feel like eating anything when ur on ur period and i get it, i really do, but u gotta eat still bc it will make it all so much worse if you're on ur period AND hangry. that said, if you have any food sensitivities i would take extra care to avoid them during ur period bc you don't need to feel bloated and sick from your period And from eating lunch. it's horrid & i would sometimes end up playing myself like this right before a 6-8 hour shift on my feet and talking the whole day (i'm a teacher so i also would have to be explaining things and yknow, teaching without collapsing face first bc stomach ache).

As far as food goes, here's what worked for me: eating the same amount of food i normally do, but instead of 3 big meals and a snack or two (eating every 4 hours or so) i'd take my food amount and spread it out to turn it into a kind of constant nibbling the whole day (so finishing eating something every hour or two). i have stomach issues as-is so this helped prevent nausea and bloating, and also helped my energy stay consistent especially if i mixed it with drinking a lot of water and juice. personally it might be worth it to avoid super heavy/dense foods and invest in easy to make and simpler foods. like, protein bars, fruit strips, fresh fruit (apple slices and peanut butter <3) and veggies (carrots glazed in honey or roasted brussel sprouts are more delicious and easier to make than you think!). also, as much as you can, listen to what your body wants to eat. if ur craving chocolate, eat that. bc it's better to eat and feel good abt what you're eating than either not eating or feeling worse than you already do by forcing urself to eat stuff you don't want.

Last thing about food sorry it's just that eating is so important: If you have a good idea of when you get your period or when the worst symptoms are, try meal prepping the week before. nothing huge and complicated. you can straight up just make like six PB&Js and keep em in the fridge. if you have the energy to cook something you can have as leftovers, awesome! (one of my go to meals was boiling frozen pork & leek dumplings in chicken broth i made from store bought concentrate. took like 15 mins and i could sit by the warm stove and just watch it cook and then pour it in a thermos and then go lay face down somewhere. and it had salt, protein, carbs, veggie, just a great meal. and it being hot helped with cramps plus it was super light on my stomach!!)

Hate to say it but exercise helped so much with making periods manageable. If you can, try taking a 15 min walk each day. at the very least do some stretches within ur ability and comfort to help with general joint pain and keeping your body from feeling "creaky".

I love u please take care of yourself 🤍

[invisibleraven]

Sorry your crotch is bleeding. for Julie and any of her himbos.

Willie pops into the Molina garage, expecting to find his boyfriends working on their latest song, or maybe just goofing off. Only they aren't there, which is odd. However since becoming visible and tangible, they have been venturing further out, and he did recall Reggie saying something about beating all the high scores at the arcade.

He's tempted to join them, but after leaving the club loud noises and flashing lights aren't exactly his friend. If he went with them it might be different, but not by himself. He idly wonders if Julie is around, it might be okay with her.

Ray has told all of them they are welcome to just come in the house, the raid the fridge (which they all appreciated even if none of them could eat), so he doesn't even bother to knock, just waltzes in. He knows Carlos has a game today, so the empty downstairs isn't surprising.

He takes the stairs cautiously, usually only going up here to grab something Julie needs from the bathroom or hang with Carlos who thinks he's super cool-though not as cool as Reggie, which is fair Willie supposes.

Julie's door is open, and the girl herself is a lump under a pile of blankets on her bed, a messy bun of curls the only indication she was there. He knocks softly, hoping she's not napping. "Julie?"

Her eyes peer over the blankets and she groans. "Hi Willie."

"You not feeling well?"

"Period," she says matter of factly. "Bad one."

"Oh, um... sorry your crotch is bleeding?" he say, then kicks himself. He's not used to girls okay? He didn't have any sisters and the group home he grew up in was all boys. Then by the time he interacted with women on the regular, he was pretty damn out and didn't think he'd be dealing with their monthlies.

"The bleeding is the least of the problems," Julie quips. "It's the cramps that are the killer."

"You need me to get you meds?" Willie offers. He figures there must be some Midol or something around.

She shakes her head. "Took some not that long ago, but if you could get me the hot water bottle from the linen closet I'd appreciate it."

Willie salutes and rushes off, filling the bottle, and snickers at the plush tiger cover that goes over the bottle, but hey, he also kind of wants one, so he can't say much.

"Here you go Julie bean," he says, handing over the tiger and she smiles, sighing when she rests it over her abdomen, siting up just a little.

"The guys are at the arcade," she said.

"Kinda figured. You boot 'em out?" Willie asks with a smirk.

"Yes," she groans. "Luke was freaking out like I was dying, Alex was kind of grossed out, and Reggie was overly helpful. Told them to come back not one minute before six. They mean well, but I just wanted some peace and quiet to suffer in peace."

"You want me to vamoose?' he offers, pointing his thumb towards the door.

"Nah, the heat is helping and the pills are finally kicking in," Julie replies. "You can hang with me as long as you don't mind me lounging here and watching chick flicks."

"I like me a good chick flick," Willie responded, sitting beside her on the bed, handing her the laptop from her coffee table and the large chocolate bar from her nightstand. "What's first?"

"Practical Magic or The Proposal, was in a Bullock mood."

"Can't go wrong with Sandy B," Willie comments. "Go Proposal, it has naked Ryan Reynolds and hilarious Betty White."

"Sounds perfect," Julie replies, choosing the movie and snuggles further back into her pillows, holding her heat source closer, handing Willie a little plush purple ghost that he knows Reggie won her at a fair a few weeks prior. "Shoes off my bed though."

Willie nods, kicks off his Chucks, and grabs the fuzzy quilt from the bottom of the bed, ready for an hour and a half of enemies to lovers goodness.

They spend the afternoon watching movies, with Willie fetching Julie anything she needs and letting her nap while he draws in her sketch book or does his nails-with her permission of course. Quietly admits why he doesn't go join the guys, and earns himself a hug.

He doesn't even realize when six o'clock hits until he sees a leather clad arm reach through the door to knock. "Hey Jules?" Reggie calls. "You feeling any better?"

Julie giggles, and whispers to Willie "He thinks it's classy." Then raises her voice to tell him to come in. "Hey cariño, good day?"

"The best, I still kick butt at Pac Man and Alex killed the Whack A Mole. Luke still sucks, unless it's Dragon's Quest," Reggie replies with a giggle. He offers her a large plastic ring with a fake red jewel on it. "Got you this though."

"Perfect, I love it," Julie replies, sliding it on her pinkie, holding it out to admire it. Then giggles when Reggie tells Willie that Alex has his, and Luke didn't get enough tokens for anything.

"Hey!" Luke says from the doorway. "I'm not that bad!" He leans in to kiss Julie and Willie hello. "You need to come with us next time though dude, you missed a killer afternoon."

Willie shares a glance with Julie who is softly petting Reggie's hair as he admires her manicure. "It's okay, I had a good afternoon."

"Same time next month?" Julie asks.

"I'm there," Willie promises.

And he does, delighting when Julie had an identical hot water tiger for him to snuggle-even if he doesn't need it. But he loves Anton, and happily hugs the plush creature as Julie queues up You've Got Mail, thinking the guys can keep the arcade, there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now.

[munnaitorei]

Hey, can I get Chuuya x Reader? The reader is female and has some girl thing, u know (period). I started my period, and I think it's the worse period I have ever had this time because my college and organization are stressing me out :(

I need to rest sometime, y'know?!

pairing: Chuuya x Reader

genre: comfort, fluff

cw/tw: none (period cramp maybe)

summary: you have some problems that also collide with your period cramps, making you lose motivation to do.

Note: I hope you feel better soon, and thank you for requesting the first anonymous. I also experienced the same thing. So let me write that so that you can feel better :)

BSD Masterlist

The period just started, and today was day three of your killing. You admitted that day two and three was the worst pain, according to people. So now, you were lying without no motivation today. Your college was killing you, with homework and exams you had to finish. Not only that, but your organization was calling you to do this and do that.

"Fuck you, period!" you cursed. "Why do I, as a female, suffer this and male don't!"

Moody, as always, since the period was like a drug controlling your entire body. Yet, you still dare to chat with your organization friend about your work. But after that, you lie down again, but this time in the bean bag that Chuuya bought for both of you to relax.

"Baby, I'm home," a man called your pet name. "Where are you, hon?"

As Chuuya walked into the place, he found you lying on the stuff with your pouted face. Well, he wasn't stupid; you also told him that you have some period. A few days ago, you were busy finding your favorite shabby sheets. This confused him because as much as Koyo taught him, he never knew this.

"What was that for?"

"Uhm, sorry for putting the shabby sheet on your bed," you scratch your head nervously. "But it's for preventing me from making a mess in your bed."

"Mess?"

"You know," you shyly said. "B-Blood."

After that, Chuuya understood what you were struggling with right now. He also understood that you didn't like to use tampons, but you enjoyed using pads. And another thing, last night he caught your sleeping at 3 AM, overthinking about your college.

"Babe, c'mon," he said, brushing your shoulder to give you a sign. "You need to rest. You can think and do about it tomorrow. For now, let's get you to sleep, yeah?."

And, of course, you complied with his request, which ended today. Chuuya let you sleep until 11 AM because he knew you needed a good nap. The good thing was that you don't have a class today too.

"Hey," he walked to your side. "Did you take a good sleep?"

"Maybe."

Then you tried to get up from the bean bag as you groaned.

"Do you need help?"

"No, Chuuya," you pushed him away. "I can do it by myself."

Chuuya didn't push you further and instead observed you from afar. He saw that you looked like a sloth, very different from your usual self. The moment he saw you try to work again was when he lectured at you like a mom.

"Y/N, can you please stop for one day?" he said. "You can just think about your college and organization, but you also need to think about your body."

"Chuuya, can you just please not be a mom for once?!"

"What the hell are you shouting at me?!" Chuuya snapped. "I was only trying to help you!"

You feel guilty, and so you hide your face from him. "I-I'm so sorry, everything is so hard for me."

"Y/N, take a rest for once," Chuuya said. "I'll take you everywhere. Just say the word: the park, the museum, the library, whatever. I just want to spend time with you so you won't be burned out with your college thingy.

And then, you broke down by crying at his words for you. Last month, you remember that you had this period colliding with some stuff too. However, you felt so overwhelmed, but no one was there to support you. You know that your people were busy doing their stuff instead listening to your problem.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Chuuya quickly rushed to your side as he held your body. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have snapped at you!"

"No, no, no," you said as you cried. "I just remembered last year."

"What about it?"

"Last year, I had nobody to care for me," you said as you wiped your tears away. "I was in no good condition, yet I had to fight my way even though I need someone to lean on.

So you tried to explain to him what was happening with your life. Your college, your friend, your organization, your life, and also your pain has collided at the same. And that results in you having a mental breakdown right now telling that you don't deserve this beautiful life too.

"Baby..." he hugged you tightly.

"I was the one who should say I'm sorry for snapping at you because of my mood swing."

"Hmm, you don't need to apologize," Chuuya said as he put his head on his head. "I know what's going on. Anyway baby, I know what we should do to make you feel motivated."

"You do?"

"Yeah, let's have our time together," Chuuya said as he saw you smile a bit. "Eat ice cream together as we cuddle and watch a funny movie that will cher you up, alright baby?"

You nodded happily as he kissed your cheeks.

NOTE AGAIN: I hope you like it, and I am also not in a good situation right now. But let's fight this pain together; you are not alone :)

Anyways, I really wish I had a boyfriend like Chuuya :')

(EDITED)

[eva-knits12]

Thanksgiving with Chris Evans characters.

Steve Rogers:

Steve has never had a modern Thanksgiving, thanks to him being in the ice for so long.

He's impressed by a modern Thanksgiving.

Some foods confuse him.

What's a tofurkey?

is it some kind of weird food?

You explain that a tofurkey is for vegans.

Steve has NEVER heard of a vegan Thanksgiving.

Remember, veganism wasn't a thing when Steve was growing up in the 1920's and 1930's.

Thanksgiving doesn't feel complete without Bucky and Sam.

Sam brings his famous candied yams, which is really a family recipe.

Bucky brings his family's famous cranberry relish.

Your stuck cooking the meal while the boys watch the Lions and the Packers.

(I live in the Detroit area, and trust me, that game is HUGE around here, since the Detroit Lions actually started this tradition.)

You wanted to cook the meal with Steve, but with Bucky and Sam, that plan went out the window.

At least you can have wine while you cook the meal, so there's that.

The boys are drinking Sam Adams Oktoberfest while watching the football game.

Eventually, the dinner is finally ready, and everyone digs in-after Steve says the blessing.

Dessert is pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream.

The dinner is eaten, and after the game, and after dinner, everyone plays Monopoly and Scrabble.

Beer and wine are drunk during both games.

You and Steve spend the next day watching movies in bed.

Screw going out on Black Friday.

Black Friday also confuses Steve, seeing as how Black Friday is a more recent thing.

Cyber Monday also confuses Steve.

Luckily, you and Steve have a whole DVR full of movies, so the computer, phones, and tablets are turned off from Thanksgiving to Sunday.

Thanksgiving is great.

Colin Shea:

Colin and Eva decide to just have a low key Thanksgiving at their house.

As much as it as about family and football, Colin and Eva just want to have a nice, chill Thanksgiving dinner at their apartment.

Which is good for the both of them, because Eva's having her period right now, feels crampy and bloated, and just wants to chill in bed or on the couch.

Colin and Eva sip wine and are cooking the turkey. The sides will be instant stuffing and instant mashed potatoes.

Along with ready bake rolls.

Colin cooks the dinner while Eva sleeps on the couch.

Colin sees and carries Eva bridal style back to the bedroom, and places her on the bed, then put the covers over her.

Colin cooks the rest of the meal, and then wakes Eva.

The dinner looks amazing and smells amazing.

Eva forgot about her cramps.

The meal is eaten, and the wine is drunk.

Colin and Eva have pumpkin chocolate cake for dessert.

Colin and Eva brush their teeth and fall asleep that night.

Andy Barber:

Andy usually cooks the meal.

He always cooked the meal, but when he was still married to Laurie, Laurie and Jacob just didn't care.

With you, it's different.

You, Joy, and Penelope are usually in your PJ's, curled up on the couch, and watching movies while Andy cooks.

You're checking your sugar, and Andy brings you snacks, and water and juice.

Andy LOVES cooking the Thanksgiving meal.

He LOVES cooking, period.

You and Joy drink water, while Andy drinks wine.

Penelope is happily sleeping in her infant swing.

You've already fed and burped her.

Joy loves the turkey, the green bean casserole, the cranberry sauce, and the rolls.

Penelope loves your milk.

For dessert, Andy made you a small pumpkin pie for dessert that's diabetic friendly.

You, Andy, Joy, and Penelope watch A Christmas Story and The Polar Express.

You and the girls fall asleep after The Polar Express is over.

Andy carries Penelope and puts her in her crib.

Andy carries Joy, and then helps her pee, brush her teeth, then carries her to bed, and tucks her in.

Andy reads The Polar Express to Joy.

Andy checks your Dexcom, and wakes you up.

Your sugar is really low, so Andy gives you a glass of juice and a granola bar.

He then checks your Dexcom again, and your sugar is back to normal.

Andy makes sure you check your Dexcom before going to sleep.

Andy and you both fall asleep.

Jake Jensen:

Thanksgivng? More like Gamesgiving.

You cook the entire meal, while Jake is busy playing video games.

But, you'll make up for it later when you binge watch all the Star Wars and Marvel movies this weekend.

Maybe that's too big a plan?

Nah, Christmas will be for watching Dr. Who and Harry Potter.

"Dinner already smells good, honey bun."

You are smiling while you're cooking, and sipping wine.

Okay, you're sipping it from the bottle, but still.

Since Jake proposed on your birthday, you can't wait to make the announcement to both his and your family.

Jake's niece and sister arrive, along with your brother and his family.

Jake's niece and your nephew are busy kicking the soccer ball that his niece brought outside.

The rest of the adults-with the exception of Jake-are watching the football game.

The dinner is finally cooked, and you and Jake announce that you're engaged.

The rest of the dinner goes by in a blur.

You and Jake go to sleep after everyone leaves.

Johnny Storm:

Johnny is on his best behavior.

He went from bad boy to becoming an adult since he met you.

He wants to make a good impression with your parents, since you're going home for the first time in a year.

Johnny is coming with you, and this is the first time he's meeting your family.

Johnny went to the local Kroger's and got wine, and even got flowers from a local florist.

You look at your engagement ring, and realize that you made the right choice.

Johnny has grown up a lot.

At dinner, you and Johnny announce the engagement, and that you're planning the wedding at Disney.

You announce that you got engaged at Disney.

Johnny wants to watch the game with your dad and your uncles, but your mom and your aunts kidnap him, and have to know every single detail.

You and Johnny tell the story of how Johnny put you on a scavenger hunt at Disney, and how you were given a clue from each character that lead you to Cinderella's castle.

A fun time is had by all.

Your cousin's kid want to play with Johnny.

You go back to New York on Monday.

Thanksgiving was great, and low key.

[because-she-goes]

april showers

warnings: happy crying, pregnancy/fertility, swearing for like half a second. Enjoy!

It was a less than ideal scenario. Nora was currently in New York on a rather luminous April day. Matty was touring in South America with the boys doing the festival circuit. She had been sick all morning, her period was a week late and she now was starting to feel bloated as ever. She took a few pregnancy tests on a whim last night just to see if she really was going through what her body was trying to tell her. Then there it was in plain english, on all 3 tests. Positive. Her heart swelled at the idea of a little human inside of her, quietly growing, quietly loving her. She started to cry on the apartment floor, knees bunched together and hand over her face, a mile wide grin permanently fixed. She decided to wait until a reasonable hour in Brazil to tell Matty, not wanting to scare the poor guy in the middle of the night with her tears and watery voice. She had already started thinking about how cute this little love would be, Matty’s wild curls, her coffee brown eyes, his charm, her creativity… she couldn’t wait. She grinned that night as she slept, holding her belly - the maternal instinct already kicking in.

At 9am Brazil time, Matty’s phone woke him up. Rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat, he swiped to answer. “Hello? Gorgeous, why are you calling this early? Is everything okay? Are you safe?” immediately beginning to panic. Nora would get up at 10:30am on a good day, let alone 8am in the US.

“Hi Handsome… are you sitting by any chance? Have a bit of news for you…” She bit a corner of her lip nervously. A hand raked through her messy morning hair, a t-shirt of his hanging from her chest as she sat up on the edge of the bed, letting her bare legs dangle.

“Yeah, baby… Why? Please just come out and tell me already I promise whatever it is I wont be upset….” He trails off, ringing his hands together a little - a nervous tick.

“Fine….” an exhale. “Matty, I am pregnant.” In that moment, his world stops. Tears of joy flood his saddle brown eyes, his mind now only imagining their child - running around a playground, birthdays, graduations, school recitals, college, relationships, music tastes, summers, vacations, parent-teacher meetings. He can’t believe it. He is gonna be a dad. He feels like he is in a dream floating above his body. A sniffle brings him back to her.

“Honey, I could not be more excited, more happy. You have made me the luckiest man on the planet. I love you, I love them. I am flying home as soon as I can. I can’t wait to see you, baby….holy shit we’re having a baby!!!” He exclaims, the thrill of it now catching up to him. The rest of the boys wake up and look at him like he has 1000 heads, “Nora’s pregnant!!” He yells at them. She is now crying on the other end of the phone call. He is gonna be the greatest dad, if he is this excited over just her telling him on a phone she can’t wait to see him in person. She hears the boys yell words of congratulations and good lucks to her from Matty’s end, them hugging him and celebrating as a unit. Sometimes it is like she has 4 husbands she thinks with a laugh, all of them so intertwined and interconnected in eachother’s lives. She can’t wait for this tiny little bean to meet their 3 uncles and aunt Charli and Carly.

A few hours go by and Matty is on a non-stop home to her. He had Jamie emergency book it, he just had to get home and see her - by plane, train or automobile. He is wearing whatever he could find the quickest in his cramped suitcase - his holy cross sweatshirt, a warm plaid jacket, his crossbody, jeans and his beloved gazelles. The whole way home he is thinking about the baby and Nora, the two halves of his heart. His plane thankfully lands without issue and he sprints across the airport to the rent-a-car desk. “Anything you have, my wife is pregnant!” He is telling everyone he physically can, a shit-eating grin greeting each and every last one of them. The kind older woman hands him a random pair of keys with a “free of charge, honey!” He thanks her in a flash and runs to find the vehicle. Of course, almost too perfectly, it is a mini-van. He jumps in, starts the engine and begins the drive into Manhattan, luckily its late, about 8pm so there is minimal traffic. Every minute that passes, Matty grows more and more impatient to see her. Traffic turns out not to be the issue, but stop lights. When he gets to his 8th red light in a matter of 15 minutes he accepts defeat. Pulling the car into a parking deck and giving a kid the keys and a $50, he gets onto the sidewalk. Only 2 miles away, oh this is cake! He’s run more than that while fucking high and hungover! He doesn’t even realize the clouds darken, or the rain starting, not the thunder, not the lightning, none of it. A cold, spring storm reigns down on the city. His feet carry him the 2 miles in a matter of minutes, that's when he halts. In the middle of New York’s worst storm of the year, Matthew Timothy Healy - wet as water - is buying a dozen light pink roses from a street vendor. The $20 in his wallet is soaking wet, but the florist accepts it with a “thank you for your service!” Matty is off again, now taking olympic level strides down the wet concrete, a vice grip on the flowers. Sweatshirt and jacket now clinging to him and light blue jeans now nearly navy, forget the sneakers those feel like puddles at this point. People are dodging him, diving out of the way, some even clapping towards him or yelling words of encouragement sensing that it must be some big, romantic gesture - it is New York afterall.

Finally, reaching her building, hair practically glued to his forehead. He dries himself as best as he can thanks to a front desk girl handing him a few towels. Hair still wet, but just damp - like it normally looks after he’s showered and let it air dry. The girl takes his coat and sends it to the in house dry cleaner to get it cleaned properly. Making his way up to her apartment, he opens the door with the spare key she lent him ages ago. “Baby? Nora? You home?” He walks around quickly, the apartment so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Crossbody falling off his shoulder, wet shoes squeaking on the hardwood floor. He makes his way to their bedroom and sees his love laying on their bed, curled up with an arm over her stomach. Falling to his knees over the sudden realization that it is now the three of them instead of two in this apartment. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and the sound of a choked cry wakes her. She had just laid down after cleaning the apartment all day, absolutely zonked at 9:15pm. A true mom, she thinks before closing her eyes. She hears a muffled sob and her eyes shoot open. It takes her a bit, but then she sees them. His perfectly messy curls wet from the rain, eyes glassy as he takes her in, the flowers hang by his waist.

“Baby… I love you. No matter what you decide to do, I am fully beh-“

“Matty, I’m keeping it. I wanna make you a Dad, have wanted to do that since I was 26. I love you, they will love you. You’ll be the greatest father. I mean for god's sake, you were in a whole other continent 12 hours ago and flew home and they aren't even here yet!” She says towards him, opening her arms for a cuddle. This is all music to his ears, he feels like his heart could burst out of his chest and divide itself amongst the three of them.

“God, you’ll be a good mom… so caring, so supportive, so loving. I can’t imagine this little human coming into the world with a better woman to guide them.” He tells her truthfully, now getting up and walking to their bed. He takes off his wet clothes and leaves them in a heap in a corner somewhere to wash and dry later. Getting into bed, he hugs her and kisses along her hairline, down her nose and finally to her lips. It is warm, sweet and comfortable.

“And I couldn’t imagine them having a better Dad, Handsome…” she whispers, relaxing into his arms that enrobe her and her belly protectively.

— 3 MONTHS LATER —

“Handsome, we are gonna be late if you don’t get a move on!” Nora calls from their kitchen, now in London on a July afternoon. They have learned they’re expecting a January baby next winter - right after the new year. Today however, they have their first of many ultrasounds, this one being the one that reveals the sex of the baby. Matty runs a comb through his hair one last time, it's a big moment, he is a bit nervous to be honest - constantly fixing himself and his clothes and his hair. The boys have all started taking guesses. Team girl is: Nora, Ross, George and Carly. Team boy is: Adam, Charli, Jamie and Sam. Matty is fine either way, a blessing regardless of the child’s biological features. Nora is wearing an above-the-knee length, flowing yellow sundress and some sandals as it is hot in London today, Matty decided to match and wear a yellow button up with some brown slacks and sneakers. They look like your typical cliche excited new parents - it is sickeningly cute.

They make it to the OBGYN office and the aids get Nora in a gown. Matty asks if he can bring his camcorder in - for documenting everything (yes, he has become that type of Dad now). The nurses oblige finding it sweet how supportive he is being, asking Nora if she is comfortable or nauseous every 15 minutes. They put the jelly on her lower stomach and now in front of the two new parents is the ultrasound video. Matty holds Nora’s hand in anticipation and films with the other, giving her hand a squeeze of assurance. She’s been nervous about this for weeks. The first thing they see is the tiniest little hand reaching out to them. Then a side profile of a face, then a belly and all 4 limbs. Holding their breath still, the nurse goes to look at the baby’s brain which she remarks is developing womderfully, and finally the heart. The thing Nora has been dying to hear since April. The sweet nurse asks if they would like to hear it beat and almost before she can finish the question, Nora is nodding yes quickly. Matty chuckles at her eagerness. Then they hear it: perfectly lively, a quick steady heart rate, no murmurs or unusual noises. A perfect sounding fetal heartbeat. They sigh in relief. Nora cries and thanks whatever being exists that their baby is perfectly healthy - loving them regardless yet still grateful for the clean bill of health. Matty is speechless, in awe over how his Nora is growing and being essentially the sole life force of another human being and she isn’t even breaking a sweat.

“And finally, the sex of the baby… would you both like to find out?” Matty lets out a “Yes, absolutely!”

“Well, I am delighted to say it is a baby girl. Congratulations to the both of you! And she is in perfect health!” Matty and Nora are now fully crying, holding eachother tightly as they happily sob. A little girl. A mini Nora. Matty’s a girl dad now, he thinks in amazement. Nora is over the moon, a baby girl. The two of them hold onto one another until theyre calm again and even then, they look at eachother and giggle like school children. “We’re gonna have a daughter!” Matty says to her in a half-whisper. “A little girl!” Nora replies, cheekbones aching.

That evening, the two of them fall asleep while going back and forth thinking of girl names they like. Imagining their daughter and debating who’d she be more like or who’s traits she’d have. Nora’s artistic ability, Matty’s musical one, his voracious appetite for books, her sense of self and confidence.

Matty suggests Ida. Nora thinks Frida or Georgia. “What about Joni or Jude?” “How do you like Mona Lisa?” That gets a laugh. “I have always liked Amelia!” “Oh, I knew a girl in school who was a bitch named Amelia.” This goes on for what feels like hours.

Until one comes to mind. Nora shoots up remembering a song Matty used to play on guitar when they were dating. When they would be in Central Park, cuddled in blankets as they compared constellations…

“Matty, do you still know that Bon Iver song… the one you used to play me on your acoustic?” She asks, head jerking toward him wide eyed.

The song comes back to him in an instant. His favorite from 22, A Million. “Yeah, of course why?” He asks, seeing the gears turn in her head.

“Claire. Claire Healy.” He sighs, already in love with how the two names leap out of her grinning lips.

Claire. Meaning bright or clear. Bright like the sunny days they've spent together over the years, bright like the guiding lights they have been in each other’s lives, bright like the sun shining on that April morning. Clear like how they can hear their name being called by the other even in the middle of a party, clear like how their schedules are whenever the other needs them, clear like how obviously they knew they loved the other without ever knowing them.

“Claire.” She answers back, smiling at how beautifully it sounds in his voice.

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Fic title : At This Point, Just Kill Me

@newwwwprompts Chronic Pain Awareness Month 2023 prompt : Character is on their period, which is incredibly painful on top of their usual chronic pain

Rating : Teen & Up Audiences

Fandom : The Play That Goes Wrong

Pairing : Dennis & Chris

Additional tags : Menstruation, Chronic Pain, Pain, Trans, Trans Male Character, Trans Dennis Tyde, Female Chris Bean (The Play That Goes Wrong), Hurt/Comfort, Actors, Nausea, Cramps, Back Pain, Dennis Tyde Needs a Hug, Good Friend Chris Bean (The Play That Goes Wrong), Friendship, Dysphoria, Gender Dysphoria

Word count : 608

[ace-the-fox]

This is another ask question game from the other day

Questions 2, 3 & 30 for Haruka, Momo and Misao :3

Hiya!! Sorry this took so, so long. Had a birthday party (not mine, a friend's ofc lol) when this was sent and then... I took part in a marathon relay today!! Ran 4.2 miles and was EXHAUSTED lol. I didn't run the full way, bc I started getting cramps in my leg about halfway through, but it was chill just to run through and see people lol. So yeah, not just being lazy and ignoring you haha /lh

So, question time!! (For this first question, yes I am going to completely ignore the time period and just go with stuff I know well because I'm feeling ✨️lazy✨️)

2) 💟 - She's an indie girl at heart. MARINA, Nicole Dollanganger, Jasmin Bean etc. She's very much "Dad, it's not just a phase, you could never understand!!"

✴️ - She'll listen to anything with a solid beat and a happy tune. She doesn't listen to lyrics much, she just kinda listens to shit. Sometimes Haruka will accidentally ruin songs for her (but not really because she'll still listen to them, just not as comfortably as before lol) because she'll just be jamming out and Haru will go "Hey, you know what that song actually means, right?" She's also a big vocaloid fan in my heart.

🔲 - Heavy rock, without verging into total heavy metal stuff. Like, System of a Down and Three Days Grace etc. Why does she also give me Radiohead fan vibes? (Haru too ngl 💀)

3) 💟 - Bombs. Explosives. It's just genetics. It makes sense, as she's under so much stress (and will be under more sooner or later-) that she basically is a ticking time bomb. Will she blow on others or herself first? Who knows!

✴️ - ...a gun. Hear me out. She's definitely a lover not a fighter, so if I had to give her a weapon, I think a gun would be the most merciful out of the ones I can think of. Something not as close range and personal. Maybe a bow and arrow actually. Idk, she also has that kind of vibe. It also gives her major final girl vibes, which I love for her.

🔲 - This girl needs a baseball bat. Steel preferably. Let her committ several counts of vandalism and property damage and possibly kill or injure a few innocents here and there.

30) 💟 - Unless she's using perfume or something to actively smell good, perhaps to impress someone (*cough* Momo *cough*), she doesn't smell of much. Just smells generally clean. (She does smell of cigarette smoke after lunch on schooldays but shhhh don't tell Kira-)

✴️ - She has a very sweet, citrusy perfume she wears daily. Haruka loves it <3

🔲 - Some rancid mix of mold/grime, alcohol, cigarette smoke and dried blood. Whatever it is, she's stinky (poor thing).

[bestcarbonpickleballpaddles]

How to Recover Faster After an Intense Pickleball Game

Playing pickleball can be a thrilling experience, offering both a great workout and a competitive rush. However, after an intense game, it's normal to feel sore, fatigued, and even stiff the next day. To keep yourself at peak performance and ready for the next match, it's essential to prioritize recovery. Proper recovery can reduce muscle soreness, prevent injuries, and help you bounce back faster. Here’s a guide on how to recover quickly after a tough pickleball session.

1. Prioritize Hydration

After a game, your body may be dehydrated from sweating, which can contribute to muscle cramps, fatigue, and slower recovery. Replenishing lost fluids helps your body flush out toxins and aids in muscle repair. Start rehydrating as soon as possible after the game, ideally with water or a drink that includes electrolytes.

Water: Water is essential for basic hydration, especially if you played for less than an hour or in cooler temperatures.

Electrolytes: If you’ve been playing in hot weather or for an extended period, consider an electrolyte drink to replace minerals lost through sweat, such as sodium, potassium, and magnesium.

2. Stretch It Out

Post-game stretching can prevent tightness and soreness by loosening the muscles and promoting flexibility. Stretching immediately after your pickleball game helps improve circulation to the muscles and enhances flexibility, both of which contribute to quicker recovery. Focus on the main muscle groups used in pickleball, including the legs, shoulders, arms, and lower back.

Quadriceps and Hamstrings: Do gentle stretches to target the front and back of your thighs.

Shoulders and Arms: Stretch your shoulders by reaching your arms across your body or using a doorframe to stretch your arms and chest.

Lower Back: Use simple stretches, like lying on your back and gently bringing your knees to your chest, to relieve any lower back tension from twisting and bending during the game.

Hold each stretch for about 15–30 seconds, avoiding any bouncing or overstretching.

3. Refuel with Protein and Carbohydrates

After an intense game, your muscles need nutrients to repair and recover. Consuming a meal or snack that includes both protein and carbohydrates within 30–60 minutes of playing can speed up muscle recovery and reduce soreness.

Protein: Helps rebuild muscle fibers. Good sources include chicken, fish, eggs, Greek yogurt, or plant-based proteins like beans or tofu.

Carbohydrates: Replenishes glycogen stores, which are depleted during physical activity. Opt for whole grains, fruits, or starchy vegetables like sweet potatoes.

A balanced recovery snack could be a smoothie with protein powder, a banana, and some spinach, or a turkey sandwich on whole-grain bread. Proper nutrition after exercise can significantly improve recovery time.

4. Use Foam Rolling or Self-Massage

Foam rolling and self-massage help release tension in your muscles and prevent stiffness. This technique, known as myofascial release, targets knots and sore spots, breaking up lactic acid buildup and improving blood flow to the muscles.

Foam Rolling: Roll out the major muscle groups used in pickleball, especially your legs, lower back, and shoulders. Apply gentle pressure and spend about 1–2 minutes on each area, making sure to roll slowly and avoid any painful spots.

Massage Tools: Use a massage gun or tennis ball to target specific tight areas, such as the calves or shoulders. These tools can reach deep tissue, enhancing muscle relaxation and promoting faster recovery.

Regularly incorporating foam rolling or self-massage into your routine can help reduce muscle soreness and improve your range of motion.

5. Take an Epsom Salt Bath

Soaking in an Epsom salt bath is a popular recovery technique for athletes. Epsom salts contain magnesium sulfate, which can help relax muscles, reduce inflammation, and alleviate soreness. The warm water in a bath also soothes tired muscles and improves circulation, aiding in the overall recovery process.

How to Use: Add 1–2 cups of Epsom salt to warm bathwater and soak for 15–20 minutes. Make sure to hydrate well afterward, as warm baths can be dehydrating.

6. Prioritize Rest and Sleep

Sleep is one of the most powerful recovery tools available, as it allows your muscles time to repair and rebuild. While you rest, your body produces growth hormones that aid in muscle recovery and tissue repair. Aim for at least 7–9 hours of quality sleep after an intense game, as proper rest can significantly reduce soreness and improve energy levels.

If you find yourself particularly sore or fatigued, consider taking a light rest day. Gentle activities like walking or stretching can keep your body moving without putting additional strain on your muscles.

7. Practice Active Recovery the Next Day

Active recovery involves engaging in low-impact exercises, which can reduce soreness by promoting circulation and relieving muscle stiffness. Activities like yoga, swimming, or light cycling are ideal for active recovery days, as they provide gentle movement without stressing your body.

Yoga or Stretching: Increases flexibility and relieves tension in sore muscles.

Swimming: Offers a full-body workout that’s easy on the joints, helping you stay active without adding strain.

Walking: Improves circulation to your muscles, which speeds up recovery and helps reduce any lingering soreness.

Final Thoughts

Recovering after an intense pickleball game doesn’t have to be complicated. With simple steps like staying hydrated, stretching, eating a balanced meal, and getting adequate rest, you can help your body bounce back quickly and stay ready for the next match. Incorporate these recovery practices into your routine, and you’ll find that you feel more refreshed, energized, and ready to get back on the court sooner. Prioritizing recovery not only reduces your risk of injury but also enhances your long-term performance in pickleball.