#i am a whiny baby when i'm sick

[becomingkatie]

I've been testing negative but there's still so much crud in my face-holes and I am sick of it!

I came down with covid the wednesday before labor day. Sick through the week and long weekend - isolating, bad! Then I came out of that into a short week in which EVERYTHING was happening at work. I worked from home because in the beginning of the week I was still testing positive, and for those first few days of the week I was still feeling iffy too. So I was working like crazy, more hours than usual, on top of not being healthy.

I had one healthy feeling day and then at the end of the week I started feeling crappy again! I was thinking it was rebound covid but my test was negative. So we moved into the weekend with me feeling like shit again, congested and exhausted and barely hanging on, but with plans we made back before that we didn't want to cancel because we've cancelled so many plans lately. Friday we went to an outdoor concert after work (at wolf trap national park! picnic and music! so fun except I felt like death!) and Saturday we went to watch Michigan State play at Maryland (Ken is an MSU alum and another local alum friend organized a tailgate - also so fun except for all the mucus inside of my facial features). Both nights I walked into the house and went to sleep without any of the usual getting ready for bed - just every single ounce of anything I had was spent.

And then Sunday was a manic chore day because last weekend I had covid and couldn't do chores, the weekend before that I was in NYC and couldn't do chores, and the weekend before that I was in a hotel doing a writing retreat and couldn't do chores. So the list of stuff to do at home had gotten obscene.

Anyway, I still feel like crap, but work is calming down a bit this week, or at least that's what it looks like from this Tuesday morning vantage point. Eventually I will not feel like this. That's what I keep telling myself. But impatient little me is like, okay, "eventually" can come any time now please!!

[henry-alex]

Ugh I'm so sick I have a fever and my whole body is in so much pain I hate this

[ronearoundblindly]

Ari- Baby is sick for the first time

Ari Levinson x best friend!reader (now fiancé)

New Parent Panic, a Bedrock and Blueprints tale

Warnings for protective!Ari, Ari not communicating, you doing the same, and then everyone gets their shit together and it's fluff. WC 2k *Off in the distance an ol' timey man pops up: "An argument, you say? You wrote an argument?? How different from your usual!!" Ha-ha. Yeah. We get it. Ro's the same hoe as last year... **I am not a mother. I know what would reasonably be categorized as zilch about babies. I have, however, seen this overwhelmed and guilty behavior from several of my peeps as they raise their youngins, so that's good enough for me. You're doing fine. I promise.

Sure, there was the rather severe diaper rash incident, and the time when nursing her turned your nipples into raw portals for a newly-discovered circle of hell, but nothing could have prepared you for this day.

Rachel was...meh this morning when Ari left for work. A little whiny, not sleeping well, but she's an infant; that's not new. Overall, she's actually been a very straight-forward baby.

And then you don't know what happened.

You napped very hard until noon (after only a moderately successful feeding) and by then Rach had a fever.

You called the nurses' hotline. You gave her the dose of baby meds. You're trying to keep her hydrated, at least, if she can't be happy right now. You just have to stay vigilant and wait it out.

But that's not easy.

She's crying and won't sleep, she'll barely eat, and you don't have a separate car. You only want to call Ari if it's to say "we need to take her to a doctor." You're not there yet.

So you do the shittiest feeling thing you can think of, the most painful thing, and you wait.

You don't sleep. You barely eat. You take Rachel's temperature like you are monitoring the possible meltdown of a nuclear reactor. One wiggle of a degree in the wrong direction, and that Bat Signal is going on.

I can do this, you tell yourself. I've wanted to be a mom for a long time, so I can do this.

Except you don't sleep and barely eat.

Ari arrives home precisely when he said he would, the exact number of minutes (after work shuts down for the day) that it takes to drive to the house, predictable, dependable, and utterly useless when he opens the door and asks "why is she crying?"

"Because she hates me," you blubber, holding her to your chest, arms cramped from cradling her for so many hours at this point.

"She need meds?"

Of course, I gave her the fucking meds.

"Hungry?"

No, asshole, I purposefully starved your fucking child for my own amusement.

"Calm down," Ari snips back. "I'm just trying to help."

Well then fucking help me!

By now, you likely look as if you're in a war zone: disheveled, manic, and possibly--definitely--hostile.

"Okay, okay, let me just take a piss and then I'll hold her."

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you want. Whatever you need." You turn your back to him before grumbling, "not like I haven't had to hold it all afternoon..."

Ari's still-booted feet land heavily beside you again. "Then I'll take her now," he grits through clenched teeth, "and you can use the bathroom."

"No. I already have her."

"Fine. I'll be right back."

"Take your time."

The way you lace the words with a sickly sweet melody has Ari spinning on a heel and staring at you through his long eyelashes, a tick in his jaw stopping him from saying something he might regret.

"Kid," he finally sighs, "just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

He runs a hand over his beard while he waits for your answer. A few seconds later, his hip juts out, arms akimbo, and he bites his bottom lip expectantly.

You just walk off toward your phone on the kitchen counter and call the nurse hotline back.

"I swear, woman," he mutters as you leave, but you're glad he can't hear you sniffle back a sob.

It should be reassuring that the nurse has no new advice for what to do. You're doing everything correctly. You're doing all you can. Don't worry. Keep checking her temp and giving her whatever fluids she'll take. That's all for now.

It doesn't feel like enough. It doesn't feel like all a mother can do.

Ari? Ari waltzes up to the fridge and cracks himself open a beer.

You don't even have words, only flaming hot vibes that will melt his face like a Spielberg movie--you have got to stop watching movie marathons during late-night breast-feeding--if you stare hard enough at his casual blue gaze.

"So," he begins, "you figure out what I gotta do?"

What had been steady whimpering from Rachel has amplified into wails that bring tears to both hers and your eyes.

They just fall down your cheeks, and you wipe them from your chin before they can fall onto your screaming child.

Ari's judging frown makes your stomach turn while he steps closer, bends at the knees, and takes his little girl in hand.

Less than a minute later, Rachel stops, and you just cannot fucking handle it. The only quiet moment you've had in six and a half hours he gets to enjoy moments after coming home.

That's not fair. Cure fucking cancer already, Levinson, and save us the goddamn grief!

The tears and the tired are choking you.

Ari tells you to go freshen up in the bathroom, but that is the most horribly wrong way to say anything to you, ever, in a moment like this.

You stomp out the front door, rip open the sliding back door of the SUV, and crawl onto the cab floor. Once the latch clicks behind you, face buried in the blanket kept on Rachel's car seat, you scream.

You whimper and you cry and you get your fucking time to be angry at all your feelings today because it's bullshit.

You didn't take your own temperature. You didn't get rest and drink plenty of fluids. You didn't take any medicine. All you keep going over in your mind is whether or not you were sick first. Did you have something you gave to your daughter? Is this your fault?

So the tears and the choking continue for...as long as they take.

You don't know how much time has passed before the car door is yanked open again. Thank the stars you are facing away. You can't look at Ari right now.

"Is she okay?" you ask with a watery voice.

His big, warm hand rubs across your back, making you sink further into the upholstery.

"Took a few ounces of a bottle and went down in her bunk."

Ari likes to call Rachel a part of his 'squad,' so he talks to your infant daughter like they're going on 'missions' to the store or getting a bottle from the 'mess.' Your bedroom has thus become the 'barracks.'

Sometimes, he holds her sitting up against his chest and uses her feet to 'march' the pair of them across the house.

Left. Left. Left right left.

And almost always, there's a giggle, too.

"Up you go, kid," Ari huffs, maneuvering you into his arms.

"No," you whine, so tired you can't tell what it is you don't want.

He just keeps saying, "I know. I know," until he's carried you inside.

Instead of taking you to the couch or the bed, Ari sits you both down in the front hall, balancing you on his lap while he loosens his boot laces and finally kicks the sturdy shoes off, placing them on the mat a couple feet away.

He presses his lips to your temple, rough beard gently scrubbing over your eyelid and cheek.

"How many times I gotta tell ya to call me?" he whispers. He doesn't expect to have this same argument again, not like this, but his point still stands. "You know, you're warm, too."

If it's another question, you don't answer that either. You change the subject.

"Did you take her temp?"

He nods, and the number he tells you is the same as it was thirty minutes ago, or rather, thirty minutes before he came home.

Ari squeezes you tighter. "You want to get into bed, and I'll bring your some juice and meds, huh? Meet you in there?"

"I'm a bad mom," you breathe.

"What?" He pulls away, smacking his head on the wall behind him. "What are you talking about?"

How are there more tears left in your body? You should be nothing but a shriveled husk at this rate.

"Bullshit," he practically seethes. "Don't you ever say that again."

"I shouldn't have--"

"Stop."

"--you were--"

"Stop it," he blurts, firm and serious.

"But I'm the one who wanted this, Ari!" Your most powerful voice only comes out as high whisper. "Me. I wanted kids. This whole time. I bitched about how Joanna's done, and I thought I could just--" you swing an arm out dramatically "--and I suck at it. Rach even likes you better!"

"No, kid. She was exhausted. I only got here at the right time."

"It's 'cause your comfy and you smell good--"

"--not sure about that--"

"--and she loves you," you bemoan.

Ari snorts out a laugh.

"She loves you, too. You're her mom." He tucks you in closer, soothing you with petting hands wherever he can reach. "I love you. So much. So, so much."

He finds your hand and the sapphire ring he put on it, spinning it gently on your finger. He hasn't gotten to make good on his promise. Planning a wedding, even a small one, with a newborn is almost impossible, but that seems to be part of the problem.

Anything to do with you or you two feels selfish when there's three. Guilt grips you when you stop to daydream about your big day because it's not about Rachel. She's the most important thing. She will trump you forever as the single most--

"Can I tell you a secret?" Ari's timbre rattles close to your ear. "You're my favorite."

You slump into his chest until your forehead braces his throat.

"Almost not fair, really," he drawls. "You've got a decade of brownie points, and she's managed to make me buy more pads for her than I've had to for y--"

You pinch at his side harshly, biting back a smile, the salt from dried tears on your lips flooding your mouth.

"Oh! And you can control your bladder for a whole day, which is downright impressive wh--hey now--" Ari scuttles on the floor to evade your attack on his ribs. "I'm just...being...honest," he chuckles.

"You're a jerk is what you are, old man."

He easily grabs both your arms and pins them together in front of him.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk. Your old man, kid. I'm yours, okay? You are not alone here. You don't have to know how to do everything by yourself." He lowers his voice as well as his face to yours. "And you mean just as much to me as that little girl in there. You hear me?"

There's a different lump of emotion lodged deep in your chest. You only nod because you can't speak.

He makes your foreheads meet.

"Please be okay. I could never do this without you. Any of it..."

That's when you realize what bothers you so much: Ari should need you to raise Rachel, but you never truly acknowledged you might need him to raise her, too.

This enormous weight of clutching every thread of life in your own two hands isn't real. You can share. You are meant to share your life with Ari. Ari is meant to share his life with you. Rachel shares life with you both, as she is meant to share with everyone around her. It's a lesson she has the opportunity to learn a lot younger than you, apparently.

He gets you to drink a whole bottle of water. He brings you some food and medicine while he handles some laundry and cleans out the day's bottles. He leads you with both hands to the bathroom, finally, and then gets you settled in bed.

As you fall asleep, you watch Ari take Rach's temperature again.

He lets out a silent cheer and holds his hand over her.

"High five?" he whispers. "No? It's fine. We'll work on that."

The last thing you see is Ari playfully lifting her from the basinet, sneaking out to the living room to enjoy a movie marathon, just for a little bit, snuggling together while he winds down for the night.

All that matters is she's safe and happy.

That, and of course, waking up in Ari's arms, listening to his slow breathing and Rachel's faster, baby huffs. You can handle anything because you made it through today and you have them.

[Ari's POV for this day]

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[romanoffs-widow]

Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

Super hopeful we're now getting to the part where we finally get rid of Manniang 🙄 I am tired of her nonsense. She isn't even smart and her schemes are so vulgar and basic.

Tingye, please listen to Nanny!

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Mmm... doubt that, but OK.

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LOL, she seems unhappy at the prospect of doing manual labour for a living 🤣🤣

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OH FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF 🤬🤬

This is rich, coming from a man who has never once made a decision in his life without consulting his dick first 🙄

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LMAOOOOOOO, he couldn't sneak if his life depended on it 🤣🤣

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Aww, Minglan, cutie, reaching out to make up with Gu Tingye 😢

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Oh? 👀

Why not? They couldn't swing it after all?

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I find it fascinating that all these high-born women were still expected to cook.

I can't imagine a European duchess or queen cooking anything ever unless it was a special hobby or something. When I think back on other harems in c-dramas I've seen, all the consorts/wives cooked. For example, in Nirvana in Fire we see Consort Jing being especially good at it.

Even in 2ha, Taxian-jun, who was a whole emperor at the time and had countless servants to prepare his food, insisted that Chu Wanning cook for him, even though he was terrible at it. He personally taught him to make that rice porridge and he ate it no matter what slop Chu Wannning ended up concocting. Of course, cooking and eating is Mo Ran's love language, so it made sense that he insisted on Chu Wanning doing this for him, because he desperately needed to feel loved by him, but it still seems like cooking was the norm rather than an exception among all high-level wives.

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SHE WAS SELLING HIS MOTHER'S STUFF?

LMAO, oh, Manniang, you are so done! 🤣🤣

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Honestly, Manniang is so embarrasing.

There she was, thinking she was fit to play on the big chessboard with the likes of Madam Qin and the rest of the nobles, but she got caught out like a rat by Nanny Chang through some elementary-level trickery. Truly pathetic.

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How is he penniless when he has farmlands and shops in his possession?

Also, how is it even possible for some rando to sell land registered to another person without their consent?

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Wait, who's alive?

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How does anyone ever fall for this bullshit?

Why should he be the one to kill your treacherous ass and then carry you around on his conscience?

Fuck off and go die on your own terms, if you're so eager.

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LMAO, classic DARVO.

Just boot her out already! I swear, men will stick their dicks into anything that comes attached to a pretty face.

She's not even a competent liar, Tingye! Please find some self-respect.

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I mean, good, I am beyond sick and tired of her whiny, fake baby voice, but I'm worried she'll try to harm the kids.

Storywise, it makes sense, because we can't have competition for Minglan's legitimate offspring 🙄

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With a mother like you, who needs enemies?

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God, if she whines, "Erlaaaaaaaaang," once more in that slimy soft voice, I will break something, it grates on my nerves so badly.

I went down an ASMR rabbit hole sometime back and there were these women using this fake baby voice to narrate their shitty videos. It unnerved me so much. I can't even pinpoint the reason, it's just that all the alarm bells I have in my brain start blaring when I hear it.

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LOL, of course she does.

[ellenhghg]

Head cannons For ff7 boys...ZAAAAAAACK (above all) for when they're super sick, puking...literally can't keep water down? Fever? I dunno just sick as heck.

They're favorite comfort or care routine to receive from their lovers?

Thank you for your request!! ♥ ♥ Took me a bit because of busy days. But! I have some headcanons + a drabble. I hope you like it! ^^

Super sick Zack Fair headcanons + drabble

♡‧₊˚ Zack is usually the epitome of health and energy, so when he’s hit by an illness that knocks him off his feet, it’s a pretty big deal. He doesn’t get sick often, but when he does, it’s a mess. ♡‧₊˚ At first, Zack tries to play it off like he’s totally fine—he’ll be stumbling around, barely able to keep his eyes open, insisting he’s still up for a sparring match or a mission. But it’s obvious to anyone looking that he’s not okay. ♡‧₊˚ When Zack finally accepts that he’s down for the count, he completely gives in to it. He’s suddenly the biggest baby in the world—pouty, clingy, and constantly asking for reassurance. “Babe, am I dying? Be honest. Cough, it’s bad, isn’t it?” ♡‧₊˚ Zack gets really whiny when he’s nauseous. He hates throwing up, and he’ll do anything to avoid it, even if it means curling up on the bathroom floor for hours. He’ll beg you for anything that might help, even if it’s just holding his hand or rubbing his back while he’s miserable. ♡‧₊˚ Zack is the type to tearfully ask "Do you still love me even though I'm all gross?" And of course you have to shower him with reassurance and affection. ♡‧₊˚ Zack's favorite comfort routine when he's sick is having his lover, you, run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp. It's the one thing that can soothe him to sleep. ♡‧₊˚ He's a sucker for a good old-fashioned cold compress on his forehead. He'll sigh dramatically and proclaim that your healing touch is the only thing keeping him alive.

♡‧₊˚ Soup is an absolute must. But not just any soup - he wants your special homemade soup made just for him. With extra noodles. ♡‧₊˚ Don't even think of suggesting medicine. Zack will avoid it like a plague. You will have to gently insist it will make him feel better. While petting his head of course.

Zack groans miserably, huddled under a mound of blankets. His face is flushed with fever, dark spikes of hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

"Nngh… (y/n)? 'Zat you?" He croaks, one bleary eye cracking open. "I think I'm dyin' here…"

You smile fondly, perching on the edge of the bed. Reaching out, you brush Zack's bangs back, fingers lingering on his overheated skin.

"You're not dying, you big baby," you tease gently, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. "It's just the flu. You'll be back on your feet in no time."

Zack whines pitifully, nuzzling into your touch. "Doesn't feel like 'just the flu'… Feels like a herd of chocobos ran me over, then backed up for round two."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Well, that's what happens when you insist on training in the rain, mister SOLDIER. Even your mako-enhanced immune system has its limits."

Zack pouts, but there's a sparkle of mischief in his glassy eyes. "Aw, c'mon babe… You know I gotta keep in shape! Gotta make sure these guns are locked and loaded, in case you need a big, strong hero to sweep you off your feet…"

He tries to flex, but the motion turns into a coughing fit, his whole body shaking with the force of it. You rub his back soothingly, waiting for the spasms to subside.

"Alright, Casanova, that's enough flirting for one day," you scold lightly, helping him settle back against the pillows. "What you need now is rest, fluids, and plenty of TLC."

Zack's face brightens at that, a hopeful grin tugging at his chapped lips. "TLC, huh? I like the sound of that…"

He waggles his eyebrows, or tries to - it comes out more like a drunken wobble, his coordination shot by the fever. You snort, flicking his nose gently.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Fair. I meant chicken soup and cuddles, not… whatever your fevered brain is cooking up."

Zack sighs dramatically, but there's a content gleam in his eyes as he snuggles into your side. "I suppose that'll do… for now. But once I'm better, you'd better be ready, babe. The Zack Attack waits for no one!"

You roll your eyes, but can't quite suppress the grin tugging at your lips. Wrapping your arms around your silly, wonderful boyfriend, you press a kiss to his sweaty brow.

"I'll hold you to that, hero. Now get some sleep - I'll be right here when you wake up."

Zack hums happily, already drifting off in your embrace. Even sick as a dog, he still manages to make your heart flutter with his irrepressible spirit and zest for life.

[newleaf92]

Favorite Lines from Hazbin Hotel songs Part Two:

Poison—this song broke my heart as Angel Dust is one of my favorites, and seeing what he had to deal with from Val was devastating.

“I shoulda known it when I looked into your red hot eyes.”

“Addicted to this feelin’ I can’t help but swallow up your poison.”

“I got so good at tellin’ you what you wanna hear.”

“Poison, I'm drownin' in poison. I'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow full of poison, I'm sick of the poison. Wish I had somethin' to live for tomorrow.”

Loser, Baby

“You’ve lost your way. You think your life is wrecked. Well, let me just say you’re correct.”

“You’re a fucked up little whiny bitch. You’re a loser just like me.”

“You’re a power bottom at rock bottom, but you got company.”

“I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak.”

“And you think that makes you unique.”

“Baby that’s fine by me.”

“I’m a loser, honey. A schmoozer and a dummy. But at least I know I’m not alone.”

“It’s time to lose your self loathing. Excuse yourself, let hope in,baby. Play your card, be who you are.”

Hell’s Greatest Dad

“Looks like you could some help from the big boss (😈)of Hell himself.”

“With a punch from a pentagram.”

“I’ll rig the game for you because I’m the ref(😈)

“Champagne fountains, caviar mountains. That’s just a start.”

“I’m your guy, your day to day, your chum, your steadfast hotelier.”

“I’m truly honored that we built such a bond.”

“It’s a little funny. You could almost call me dad (👹😈)

(😡👿🎻)

“There’s no substitute for pure angelic power! Who just so happens to also be your blood.”

“Can you butt out of my song? (Your song?! I started this!”)

More Than Anything

“Now you’re the only thing worth fighting for.”

“I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything.”

“So in the end, it’s the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for.”

“I’ve been dying to find out who you are.”

“All that I’m hop in’, now that my eyes are open, is that we can start again. Not be pulled apart again.”

“Cause in the end, you are part of who I am. I’ll support your dreams no matter what’s in store.”

“I’m grateful your my daughter/father.”

Welcome to Heaven

“Welcome to Heaven, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Where the virtuous reside 24/7, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Welcome to Heaven, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Check out our sick decor, the spirit’s leaven, oh!” (🎤😏🫦)

“And everyone is hot!” (🎤🫦🤤🫠)

You Didn’t Know

“Checked all the boxes that you said would prove a person deserves a second chance. Now we turn our backs, no second glance.”

“It’s not fair, Sera.”

“That just because someone is dead, it doesn't mean they can't resolve to change their ways. Turn the page, escape infernal blaze.”

“What are we even talking about? Some crack whore who fucked up already?”

“There’s no question to be posed. He’s unholy, case closed.”

“A man only lives once. I’ll see you in one month. Gotta say I wait can’t to come down and exterminate you.”

“Well, I don’t need your condescension. I’m not a child to protect!”

“Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals you’re purveying?”

“That’s what the fuck I’ve been saying.”

“If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie.”

“When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again.”

Out for Love

“I see you’re driven by your detestation.”

“You need a different type of motivation.”

“Think of who you care about. Protect them and be out for love.”

“Fuel yourself with the fear of losin’ that somebody who’s your reason to live. Harness your heart and you can’t help choosin’ to fight with all you can give.”

Ready for This

“And though I kinda feel unsteady, now I gotta be ready for this.”

“Not to mention the camaraderie. Yes sure, you’ll form life-changing friendships with folks along the way.”

“Oh, don’t be put off by their snarlin’, that’s enthusiasm, darlin’!”

“Don’t worry, honey, that’s their thing. Keep singing.”

“When Adam brings the battle here, I must appear like I’m ready for this.”

“Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along.”

“Stick with her and you’ll be on the winning side.”

More than Anything-Reprise

“And in the end, if it’s only me you saved, there’s something I’ve been dying to say.”

“Need you to know I love you more than anything.”

Finale

“I know I could have done better, better than letting you down.”

“You can do this, now I know it! For your story has just begun.”

“The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone, but, by god, Charlie! The show it must go on.”

“With more sinners than you can dream.”

“It starts with you. You know it’s true. Fulfill your destiny!”

“With a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow, we’ll be atop the heap.”

“Nature abhors a power vacuum. It leaves room for you and me. The power of hell belongs to the Vees.”

“I’m hungry for freedom, like never before!”

“Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the strings?”

“And then tomorrow, it will be a fuckin’ happy day in Hell!”

[vasyandii]

KRUEGERNAK SICK HEADCANONS

(I'm sick atm so I'm passing it on the them)

Beforehand: These are just my personal headcanons, they're just for funsies so please don't take them seriously :0 they can change over time!

KRUEGER:

Krueger doesn't get sick often, probably ate dirt as a kid so his immune system is hella strong. However, when he is sick, it's terrible. He's needy, annoying, whiny,and dramatic. Nak would complain about having to take care of him but she would be doing stuff like giving him a cold cloth, making him soup, petting his hair, etc. Like;

-"Phayvaaanh"

-"Whaaaat."

-"I'm dying."

-"You're not dying."

-"Yes I am, I am dying and you are letting me DIE, Phayvanh."

-Preparing to make him soup, "Well stay dead. You're so noisy."

NAK:

Nak refuses to believe that she's capable of getting sick, so being visibly sick kind of hurts her pride a little. She would try to continue doing housework and such instead of resting. Krueger would tease/make fun of her for sounding congested but make her tea (he's not a good cook so that's the best he can do), Wrap her tightly in blankets so she physically cant overwork herself, and complain a little less about the shitty reality TV she watches

-Sounding very congested, "Can you get me a cough drop?"

-Pinching his nose "Ca' I ge' yu a coff drooop?"

-"Youre awful."

-Reaching for the bag of cough drops,"Jaaa Natürliiich, Ich kann dir einen 'coff drop' besorgen, Baby"

-Too sick to try and wrap her head around translating what he said, "...Shut the hell up."

[physalian]

Pretty sure I’m a baby aro, running out of excuses to deny it anymore. Now I didn’t go through any internalized homophobia that you might have if you realize you’re gay or a lesbian, I knew if I came out to my parents they’d be fine (I just don’t want the attention and the questions). Aceness came easy to me, can’t think of any one epiphany moment or if it happened, it wasn’t a monumental one. Just, oh, yeah, that makes sense.

Aromaticism(?), though, that one’s harder to accept. I know I’m not the only one going/gone through this. It’s just a very lonely state of being, in a society where there are very thick bold lines between what you’re allowed to do with friends before it gets “weird” and messy (and why I fight so hard to write and love characters who ignore those lines but still stay just friends).

I haven’t been anyone’s priority one probably since I stopped being an only child when I was five. I don’t want romance, necessarily, but the only way you get to be the most important person in someone’s life is if you’re their lover.

I don’t need all the accoutrements of romance. But to have somebody who actually wants to do stuff together instead of making up excuses would be nice. Somebody who’s as invested in however we define our relationship as I am. Someone who texts first as often as I do. Someone with whom I never have to think “they’re just putting up with me”. Somebody who notices the little things, as I do for them. They don’t even have to be physically around all the time (in fact I prefer them not to be, I need my space).

It probably doesn’t help that my short list of friends has people only there because officially ending it would be too much work. The kind of people who won’t talk to me at all for months unless I reach out first. (When you work from home and everybody your age that you attempt to make friends with are either immature, or into things you hate like drinking, drugs, and clubs, making friends as an adult sucks.)

I’ve been in relationships out of guilt and expectations, short and miserable, but my second-to-last one, with a love-bomber who wouldn’t take no for an answer all the way to the bedroom… I didn’t like them, but I liked the attention. Got the fuck out of there right quick once I realized all I wanted was attention and not *their* attention.

But being aroace, when you don’t have anyone else to give you attention, is not a fun place to be. I don’t generally sit around whining about loneliness, but it hits every now and then. I can daydream about romance with the best of them (and I think I can write it well enough), but the person I’m imagining never has a face, or much of a body, they’re just a blob. And then reality hits and it’s like “oh this is the cost of romance? This is exhausting. You’re exhausting. I’m sick of being the one who has her shit together out of the two of us. Goodbye.”

I guess when you grow up surrounded by stellar examples of failed marriages and relationships and whiny pre-teens (and grown-ass adults, let’s be real) losing their shit over so-and-so not liking their Insta pic, romance sounds tedious as fuck.

Like, I can't not picture any would-be lover as a deadbeat with horrible parents I'd have to tolerate and some complex they think I can romance away and some hobby I can't stand. It's all I see in the people around me, "ugh I hate them, but I can't not love them". All I see is people I care about getting with the same shitty type of person because they're also lonely, but unlike me, they crave romance and sex and put up with shit so they can have those things. I'd have to put up with sex and romance for attention, and I'm not doing that.

My imaginary blob person doesn’t have a face, but the “sexiest” trait I can think of is just. Competence. Which is depressingly hard to find in other people my age.

Get me a somebody who does the dishes without being asked and who has savings and a career, not just a job, and knows how to do their taxes and can set up the WiFi without throwing a tantrum and is actually working toward their dreams and aspirations and can have adult conversations and doesn’t play stupid mind games and maybe we’ll strike the “aro” out of aroace.

Until then, hello everybody I’m new. Where do I put my stuff?

[kthecutest]

hi darls<3 how are you I haven't been to online these days therefore I am sick and my throat hurts (and on my bday I'm 19!🤸) 😪 this feeling sucks but I was better reading and re-reading your au's/smut

and while reading one I suddenly had an idea (a smut one gosh I have a brain rot🤸)

you just came home and you call out for Jo and you hear nothing but you hear whimpers and moans from the bed room and when you came in Jo was (ehem jerking of) you decided to not open the door all the way (to enjoy the show🤸🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♀️🤸) and when he cummed you finally came in "had fun baby?" and he looks at you shocked and surprised and is (embarrassed sort of🤸)

-🤍 anon

omg please take care of yourself! (╥ᆺ╥；) sending you my best wishes! Get well soon! And also I'm so glad you feel better reading my smuts. Your idea is so on point even despite the fever ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Just think of this as a 'get well soon' gift from me to drive away that fever ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ I decided to add an extra kink too just for extra flavor Hope you'll love this and hope you'll get better soon 🤍 anon!

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ An unintended show.ೃ࿐

Pairing : Jo x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 Warnings ? : Voyeurism, Panty Stealing A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

“Jo??”, a sweet call echoed through the front-doorway. Worry overwhelmed your entire thought process in just a short moment of silence. The worry growing worse until the eerie silence was soon followed by whiny whimpers and slight moans.

You gotta admit you’re not the purest ones out there, so instantly a thought clicked your head. You approached the upstairs bedroom, slowly and steadily, two options filled your head; 1.peek through the ajar door and have your eyes feast on a grand show; 2.ruin it all and join in on tonight’s show.

But it wasn’t long till you chose to take route 1 especially when the air felt so intoxicating with the smell of heat. You were barely holding yourself back, clutching your skirt material, biting down on your cherry lips, as your eyes lay straight onto the figure on the bed. Toes curling underneath the blanket dripped on top, eyes rolling back into his head.

The sight alone had you clutching your mouth with a hand in an attempt to hold in the sudden mewl that threatened to spill out from between your lips.

“Fuck..y/n..~ miss you..”, the tensed boy whimpered, eyebrows furrowing as his hand moved up and down his long shaft in almost a desperate movement. Precum sprawled out and down his hard and standing cock, rutting into his hand.

The clutch on your mouth only got stronger as your other free hand already starts moving on its own downwards, to the edge of your short skirt that is now almost on the edge of getting torn from your tight grip. The words that flew out his mouths made it all just worse, you just wanted to sprint straight in, launch yourself on him (-HIS COCK) The only thought process you had going on, broke down as soon as the whiny boy pulled out a certain something from behind his blanket.

The light blue fabric draped in his palm, before it soon made its way on his cock. It was the exact pair of panties you lost just a week ago. You had no idea, your innocent looking boyfriend would be the little smug thief behind the case. But your thoughts were soon snapped, yanking you straight back to reality. Jo stretched you fabric underwear into a thin but stretchy layer as he started rutting into it, almost tearing it at one point from how his hard cock was poking it so harshly, the precum only soaking up the material, making it translucent. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The sight was like heaven and hell all mixed up.

You looked straight at the fabric covered dick just in time to see him creaming all into your panties letting out a whimpering mewl. The thick cum seeping through the material to the point you were sure the clothing piece could no longer be re-worn from this state.

The state left Jo in a breathy panting, fucked-out state, but he wasn’t about to get any breaths as soon as he heard the sweet but devilish tone of his beloved that he just got off to the thought of.

“Had fun baby~..?”, you licked your lips, the atmosphere instantly filling with tension and heat, the room smelled of sex, as you stood in front of his half-naked figure. “W-when did you get back..!”, he tried to play it off, but the obvious nakedness and the panicked tone that seeped through from behind the scenes was too easy to catch on. “Just.. in time to witness this sexy show you put up for me love~..”, you whined leaning closer to him, staring at him with an animalistic look as you could see the feverish redness streamed through his entire face.

[sirfrogsworth]

I love my dad a lot. But spending pretty much every minute of every day together is probably too much. It's necessary in case he falls or has a seizure or has an emergency. Or he will often just need help with a task. And if I don't help him, he'll try to do it himself and risk falling or hurting himself. He also needs help getting in and out of bed. So I moved my entire life upstairs because he needs close supervision.

But sometimes he really gets on my nerves.

And I'm sure I get on his nerves as well.

I just feel guilty when I let little things get to me. I try really hard not to let my frustration show to him. But I can't always help it.

Sometimes he is not feeling well or is in a lot of pain and I try to be understanding and empathetic. But other times he can be, well... a bit of a whiny baby. I'm just trying to get him to dialysis or to the doctor's appointment and he'll say he doesn't want to go. Which is understandable, but then he'll actively work against me trying to get him there. And I'll tell him he needs to go so he doesn't die and stuff.

They just changed his schedule for dialysis and I know he likes his routine and this caused him to have to adjust. But he will get ready like 40 minutes early and then just sit in the kitchen waiting to go and moping about them changing the schedule. And I tell him to sit in his chair and watch TV with me until it is time to go. And he'll refuse and just sit there alone and continue moping.

The worst is late at night. He'll let his thoughts get the best of him and start coming up with all these ideas of things we need to do. Gotta clean the garage. Gotta mop the floor. Gotta vacuum the carpets. But it's bedtime and right now we gotta get some rest.

He makes it really hard to find a movie that he and I will both enjoy. I try to pick things he will like, but he often can't even give me a genre or an actor or anything to help me choose. If it were up to him we would just constantly watch NCIS. I cannot watch another episode of that damn show. I just can't. And when he says "just pick anything" and I end up picking a movie he doesn't like, he guilt trips me.

I feel guilty because these are minor things in the grand scheme. And I hate feeling frustration towards my father. But I think all these little things just build up over time and overwhelm me.

We do get along well most of the time. We enjoy each other's company and I am so grateful to have this time with him. But like I said, being around someone 24/7 can cause both of us to get a little sick of each other.

[kayla-marie-writes]

We are HALFWAY through My Demon! Time for Episode 8! (Again, I'm not sure if Song Kang's career is taking off like crazy, or if it's me being new to his work, but I've added a few more of his dramas to my watchlist).

Also. The thing is dramas where blatant crimes happen in public and it's never noticed is INSANE! YES, GET HIM! THE MASK CAME OFF! WHY ARE THEY TAKING PHOTOS, WHAT THE HELL?!

I know Seok-hoon is upset, but he wouldn't wish death on Jeong...oh. The tattoo isn't working?! Oh SHIT. What's going on with that? Oh-tears? Second male lead pain. My heart.💔 Okay, seriously WHO IS THAT LADY?!

Sigh. Still. I do not care for Star Jin. I don't. If you cared about him so much, you wouldn't be acting like a brat. I've never understood that fandom/crush trope. They can only be happy if they're yours? I understand that him falling for someone else hurts. I've had it happen. My issue is the whiny behavior. I can't relate to it.

Oh. Spontaneous combustion must be slow and awful. He is a baby when he's hurt. Why is it cute?! Awww, he keeps asking for Do-hee!😭😭😭😭🥹. Honestly, I'd use the Wild Dogs to track tbe killer down. They're funny and loyal. I think they'd be useful, too. Why. Are. They. Adorable?!

The leap out of bed was so-what's with the cutesness in this episode? I hope we get more of the office in the series. Or maybe I need a good workplace comedy to watch.

Oh, people are connecting the dots. I KNEW THEY WERE WORKING TOGETHER!! OMG!! They just wanna cuddle, but you know...he's gotta charge.😉 Awwww, OMG, I CANNOT!! 🥹😍 Cuddly demon...

I LOVE Do-hee's assistant, and I think she lowkey ships them. What's that?? I think the butler is handsome, honestly. He is sunshine. And funny. Jeong is so (again) cute when it comes to sweets.

Right, so the truth about Madam Ju and Do-hee's parents hasn't been revealed yet. We still don't know who killed her, as that's the one death we haven't seen signs of Creepy Bastard being involved...WHY IS HE KEEPING HIS PAIN FROM HER?!

Do-hee, I'm pretty sure he knows about demons and we KNOW HE KNOWS the killer. I was just about to comment that it was nice to not see her family this episode...the bitch got what she wanted, and she's STILL annoying.😒

Okay, WAIT WHAT?! Why is she telling him this?!💔💔💔 I am so sick of them. *eye roll*...okay, so I missed when Needy Jin said something to Doo-hee.🙄 He's not in love with you, you aren't doing this for his sake. You know Do-hee has the tattoo.

Oh. Both male leads face off. Seok-hoon has been going through it. AAAHHHH!!!!!!! CONFESSION??! Maybe? Kinda?! (Not the dramatic sprinkler🤣😭😍). Ok, so now, I wonder if the powers will work better, or become stronger now? OOH THE PREVIEWS FOR THE NEXT EPISODE! I can't wait until tomorrow!

[jakey-beefed-it]

Late night anxieties.

Frisbee didn't barf for a few days after we got him an anti-inflammatory, but the past few nights he's been back to it. And tonight he threw up twice. He seems completely fine the rest of the time, and his weight seems to have stabilized and maybe even be improving a little, but I can't help but fret over it. Is he declining? Is he suffering? Cats are notoriously stoic about actual illness and pain; it's just mealtimes they're whiny babies about.

Add to that my spouse has been very sick with acid reflux and resulting vomiting (we suspect an ulcer) and my entire life right now is just worrying relentlessly about barf and barf frequency. At least Ash is in otherwise good health, unlike Frisbee. Which I keep reminding myself. Because sometimes at 4 am I can't help but worry she's sicker than it seems, too.

Losing Frisbee is going to be hard enough. It's going to take a strong effort to not just lie down and die myself. Ash had best be okay. We're making a doctor's appointment for her tomorrow. Maybe a vet appointment for Frisbee, too. Let them look him over again. Weigh him. Tell us about any changes.

I'm exhausted but I can't sleep. I had just started to drift off a few hours ago when Frisbee got sick for the second time tonight. And now I'm almost afraid to lie back down.

[moonchildstyles]

on that same note I think harry would tease you about how big he is 🤕 he's always like "i don't know, i think you might be too small to take me... you get so whiny when i use my fingers so how are you gonna take all of me?" and you're begging with your eyes and saying "I can, i promise I can, I'll be so good and I'll take it all I will please 🥺" and he knows he's gonna give you what you both want but he likes to tease a little first so he says "I'm not sure... you'll feel me, all the way in your tummy, you know that?" and he would rub his hand over your lower stomach and murmur "right here, I'll be so deep you'll feel me all the way here" and you clutch at his wrist and say "I know, i want it so bad please let me feel it" and he would smirk at how needy you are 🤕 he would say "alright, I'm gonna give my pretty baby what she wants then" and he would work your panties down your legs 🤕 they're already soaked through from when he fingered you but he doesn't seem to mind 🤕 he says "think you're wet enough for me?maybe i should make you touch yourself, make yourself cum again before you get what you want" and you shake your head saying "I am, I'm already wet enough I promise, just please 🥺" so he runs his fingers against you and says "you weren't kidding, you really made a mess didn't you?" and he's so mean bc he knows you like it 🤕 finally he decides he's done teasing so he positions himself over you so he can cage you in and make you feel even smaller and he starts to push inside 🤕 he goes soooo slow to make sure you feel every inch 🤕 your eyes are closed because it feels so good but he doesn't like that, he taps his fingers on your jaw and says "look at me when I'm touching you" in a stern voice 🤕 you manage to open your eyes for a little bit but having him meet your stare on top of everything else you're feeling is too much so they slip closed again and you shake your head saying "i can't, it's too much i just-" and you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp when he thrusts the rest of the way in 🤕 he would say "that's okay baby, just feeling too good you can't even look at me, hm? I knew you'd get like this, knew it'd be too much for my pretty baby" and you nod and clutch at his arm 🤕 he gets soft for a minute and says "feeling okay sweet girl? you have to tell me if it's too much or if it's hurting" and you nod, you say "it feels so so good, just need a minute then you can- you can move" and he nods, running his fingers along your chest and collarbones to help calm you 🤕 when you finally breathe out that you're ready he would be so mean again 🤕 he would pull out so slow and tease you the whole time for how much you're moaning, but he wouldn't be able to help but moan a little too bc you're clenching him so tightly 🤕 when he pushes back in he would for sure use one hand to press down on your tummy and he would smirk when you gasp, he would say "what did I tell you? said you were gonna feel it in your tummy, I was right wasn't i?" and you nod, grabbing his arm to hold him there 🤕he would reach down to rub over your clit just the way you like and he would lean closer to whisper in your ear "want you to cum for me pretty girl" 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕

I need to go to the vet to be put down because oh my GOD????????

bestie i.....I don't even know what to add just the idea f him teasing you like idk if im gonna fit are you sure you can handle ti???? like....maybe even measuring like putting his c*ck down on your lower tummy showing you jsut where youll feel him and "are you sure baby? right under your belly button, you really think you can handle that?" and HFSIUFGHOSUHFSUF LAYING OVE YOU RO MAKE YOUR FEEL EVEN MORE LIKE......JUST........UBNDER HUM DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN??????? AND GETTING TO TOUCH HIS SHOULDERS AND NAIKS DOWN HIS TUMMY SHFUSHFOAH SICK SICK SICK SICK !!!!! nad.....I need to be so normal rn but......I really.......the idea of closing your eyes because it's jsut so much and he was right like it really is in your tummy like moving shit around but he needs to see your eyes he needs to see how you looked hone youre getting fucked by him and TAPPING YOUR JAW??? GETTING YOUR ATTENTION????? yeah okay......and getting soft waiting for the go ahead to move and really start giving it to you only after he knows that youre feeling good and happy and safe and loved but then its back to playing and hes teasing you im.........so clinically insane

[shadowfromthestarlight]

I bring a lot of masculine energy to pain and suffering and it's really weird because that is usually not my vibe. I am always telling myself to push through pain and telling myself an illness or injury isn't that serious and I'm just being a whiny baby. If I cry I can only cry for about 30 seconds before I tell myself to stop and I always try to keep crying private. I am highly frustrated by inaction when I'm sick or injured and always want to get up and do something right away and lose myself in work/activity and push myself physically as far as I can go. I want to take care of things independently to the greatest extent possible rather than seeking help. It's sooo funny because I'm a soft, sweet, coddled suburban chick and when adversity hits my attitude switches on a dime to rugged Montanan farmer or s/t lol.

[spoonyglitteraunt]

I wanted to add this onto the previous post about being pro strikes and unions and pro being inconvenienced, but it might derail what is an important post. So I'm making a new one. All of that 100%. A strike means little without it causing an inconvenience and halting normal business. And people deserve fair pay for their work. No arguments there, full on with you. But I do want to make one side note based on some "takes" I've seen this week. And it's disability pride month, so fitting.

Minimum staffing (or whatever it is called in English) for certain things like say hospitals and care homes is important. You can't expect the sick, elderly, disabled, homeless, the vulnerable to no longer need treatment and help. Even when the strike is very important and warranted and will actually improve the overall quality of care in those places in the long run. They still need said care and treatment during. They can't turn their needs off to stand in solidarity, however much they'd like to. And apparently this is a hard concept to grasp for some people.

I would in fact suggest this practice might need to be expanded to more sectors. Because while a lot of people at least understand the previous case, they don't consider that those same needs apply to things outside of hospitals and direct medical care.

I am fully for being inconvenienced on things that we can go without. None of us need new media to survive. There is plenty of old stuff to go rewatch. So I'd be all for WGA and SAG and all the others just entirely shutting down the entertainment industry for however long it takes. But I have seen people in a panic about hearing about the UPS strike. Because for some getting certain supplies to assist with whatever disabilities or health issues they have is more than just being inconvenienced. For some it can even be life threatening.

Now I don't know enough about the US situation on packages to know if there are alternatives. But the fact there were people worried about this means there must be some issues. But it also reminded me of quarantine times. Where similar issues arose because of some things not being seen as vital enough to keep running. Both on medical supplies, assistive devices, but also something like libraries. Where a lot of people for example rely on their internet services, for a host of things those of us with steady internet access take for granted. Like paying bills. Again I'm all pro strikes and unions and being inconvenienced. But I also think we need to realise that there are needs people have that may not be instantly obvious to us when not having to deal with them. Which deserve to be taken seriously and considered when it comes to strikes. In more sectors than is currently happening. And, you know. Maybe if you see someone panicking about not getting their meds or assistive items on time, maybe don't call them a whiny baby and a class traitor. They probably would love to not need to worry about it and just support the strikers.