#is there some kind of pill that makes you not have a period ever but that also isn't the actual pill because the actual pill is horrifying

[binch-i-might-be]

maybe I could get over the paralysing fear of any type of medical procedure or institution ever if it just meant they would rip this stupid unnecessary bitch organ out of me........

[tbaluver]

When You're On Your Period- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: fluff, comfort a/n: posting my drafts atm bc i just have writers block sorrys /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

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Xavier:

He's not particularly educated in the realm of menstruation. So when he saw you clutching your sides in agony, he was so worried about you and ran to your side. He thought you were sick or injured. You try to explain to him that you're just on your period and he eagerly listens to you as you explain it to him.

It's his mission to try and make everything easy for you and makes a special effort to bring you things that might make you feel a little better.

"Can you buy me pads with/out wings?" And he would be really confused at first. He would think you want pads and wings. He would stand in the aisle for a while figuring out which ones you needed. So he'll come back home with a BUNCH of menstrual products with wings from your favorite restaurant.

But also the type to buy you your favorite snacks and drinks before you even ask. Sometimes he'll come home with a small plushie for some support.

Lowkey worried if you're going to be alright but he knows you're strong and will remind himself that you know how to handle yourself.

He would gently massage any areas that were aching. Lots of your time is spent in his arms or resting your head on his chest and he explains that the health website says its "beneficial" to do so and you're not complaining. He's so comfy.

Zayne:

In the beginning of your relationship, he was kind of inexperienced in this department. He knew some knowledge about the menstrual cycle but not too much so he made sure to educate himself so he knows how to take better care of you.

He runs down to the pharmacy to get you some pain medication and any menstrual products you need without any ounce of embarrassment. He doesn't find a reason to feel ashamed or embarrassed about getting you things for your period. Makes sure you have enough supplies to last you the whole week.

Prepares you some yummy warm foods that are nutritious for you and all cooked to your liking. He would also make sure to run down to your favorite bakery to pick you up some baked goods.

If you suffer from cramps, then he would find the best pill for you or make you effective tea. He'll also offer any massages you want on your body and let's just say this man is good with his hands that you don't want his hands off of you.

The type to not tell you that you stained the bed. He'll prepare you a soothing bath while he washes the sheets. When you come back the bed is nice and warm.

He'll start marking it down on his calendar so he can be prepared more in the future

Rafayel:

He would kind of forget periods are a thing but once you remind him, he'll try his best to take care of you. He has good intentions looking out for you and getting whatever you need. You would text him if he can get something for you and he's already on his way to you with whatever you requested.

He'll pay attention to your specific needs and preferences. He'll make sure you're getting your rest, staying hydrated, and eating well.

Would joke around and call this "Shark week." Would pray to any gods to bring mercy on him if he were to ever to be sassy to you on your period.

He'll be worried about you but he knows that you're strong. That doesn't mean he'll leave you alone during this time, unless you want him too. He'll be there to try and ease everything as much as he could.

If you were to have any bad cramps, he would give your lower abdomen a small massage while talking too it. "Hey don't be so mean to my cutie....." or sometimes he'll tell you some stories about Lemuria or maybe hum you a song in Lemurian to get your mind off it. Your head would be resting on his chest, his hands massaging gently into your aching sides.

It's easy to fall asleep in his arms because he can be so warm from his evol

He'll offer to make you a bath and gather your favorite bath bombs and your oils that might ease your discomfort. He would have the perfect temperature for you and would help undress you and help you into the bathtub. Would also feed you some yummy fruits like a princess while you were in the bath

Sylus:

Sylus treats you like royalty the entire time you're on your period. He's extra patient and understanding. You don't have to feel embarrassed at all with him and he will never be disgusted by you being on your period.

If you ever stained the bed, he would clean it up for you. He would reassure you that everything is okay and that bleeding is normal. He'll help run a bath for you while he cleans the sheets. He would never use these situations against you or even embarrass you about it.

He's always there to give you a massage knowing how bad cramps can be. Tell him where it hurts and he'll immediately massage the area with his hands. If massages weren't helping, then he'll warm up a heating pad for you and would find the best painkillers to make it go away.

The first time you were on your period, he bought way to many products for you so you were stocked up. Eventually in the future he knows the exact brand and everything you could possibly need.

When you wake up, he already has a meal prepared for you. Sometimes it'll be made from a private chef or he made it on his own. He'll gladly carry you to the kitchen so he can feed it to you or if you want, you can eat in bed.

Would give you random and frequent kisses. He knows that during this time you can go through a lot of emotions so he'll make sure to give you kisses to remind you that he loves and cares about you.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

there's a lot of valid takes on why Gen Z is becoming radicalised at the rate they are - all that misinformation, tiktok, red pill, the pandemic - all have good points. But I think another factor is that even politically, their sense of normalcy is entirely different to the one of prior generations. The spiral of the last 15 years, the way the Overton window has moved, the change of style and tone in political discourse, the normalisation of anti-democratic ideas, the obsession with people's private lives, the topics that are front and centre during elections these days, the changing concept of the respect and dignity expected in a public office (god I sound like a boomer) - all of that was shocking to us.

the three generations of my family, all born and raised in VERY different time periods from one another, we've all just been equally shocked and horrified again and again these last 15 years - not just by what is happening but how it is happening and by what is possible and how easy it is to make a total mockery of the democracy and the rule of law. For all of us, that was a feeling of realising that something we implicitly trusted in to the point that it didn't need talking about ... just falling away. Or proving to always have been an illusion to begin with. To someone who grows up right now, this safety and security has NEVER existed.

But for these kids - the window of their life where they start becoming politically and culturally aware basically coincides with this downward spiral and I think that makes many of them blind or numb to it. I think for many of them, that's just their understanding of how things naturally progress and politics works. That the way previous generations evaluate the current situation - this framework of intentional manipulation and misinformation and radicalisation - is just fair and acceptable behaviour and that of course politicians manipulate the discourse to get what they want and of course it is normal to tell brazen lies and spread panic if that gets you what you want and if you're loyal to the party, you parrot those lines whether you really believe in them or not. (And let's be honest with ourselves - the seed to that has always been there)

And others, who I imagine intellectually know that things are going downhill, are really stuck in this extremely mind-numbing fatalist mindset (climate change is gonna kill us all anyway, haha) which makes you hopeless and desperate. And being hopeless and desperate also makes you vulnerable to all kinds of manipulation and radicalisation - because the offer you a perspective. Or meaning.

If you think about the trad-wife and redpill stuff or generally christian nationalism but also any movement that instrumentalises history with ideological narratives, you notice that their narratives place periods of stability way back in time in periods that match aspects of their idelogy e.g. their fetishisation of the 1950s. Then they come up with some horrible bad evil enemy that destroyed that paradise and created the 'degenerate' misery we live in now. Authoritarians and ideologues and cults have always done this. It's part of constructing the mutual enemy.

Beause this way, they can create their illusion of this kind of mythical, unreachable utopia (the past) that fascists love and attach all kinds of conditions to reaching that - with no pressure for them to ever actually deliver: women staying at home, racial segregation, christian hegemony, eugenics, absolute exclusion of gay and trans identities etc. This doesn't just have the benefit of pushing their politics on a confused youth (though that's a big benefit) - it also helps them hide from young people that these last 15 years, they literally created the chaos that these kids are living in. They sowed this situation and right now, with the radicalisation of the youth, they are reaping the rewards.

And the thing is, we can blame the Tiktok or whatever but I also think it is important that we let younger people know and feel that what's happening right now - is just not normal and not sustainable.

And yes, we need to let go of the naive illusion that "the kid are going to save the world". We should never have had that. But I also don't think a radical heel-turn vilifying all of Gen Z is going to help anyone or do justice to the situation.

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period | c.l.

synopsis: in which he comforts you during your period

a/n: thank you so much @rayaharper for requesting this !!❤️

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You hated being a woman.

Well, that wasn’t technically true.

You hated specific parts of being a woman. Like periods, for starters.

The pain that always enveloped you every month was the most barbaric thing you had ever felt in your entire life.

From headaches, backaches, all the way to your tummy cramping up and simulating what it would feel like to get stabbed in the gut hundreds of times over and over again. That’s how you would describe the cramps.

Charles, of course, tried to help as much as possible. He knew the signs that your period was approaching a week before that. 

You would be crankier and more emotional than normal, you’d complain about the fact that your breasts were sore, you’d be bloated and would raid the cupboard you had with chocolate and all kinds of junk food.

He knew you already. 

And when your period would finally come, it would be like a switch was turned on in his head.

He’d turn into the most attentive boyfriend and human being you had ever met. Asking you if you needed anything, if he could bring you anything to eat or drink, encouraging you to take some pain medication to help ease your suffering, offering to just lay with you and hope his presence brings you some comfort. 

He had even mastered the art of heating up your water bottle to perfection. 

You really couldn’t have asked for someone better to handle you when you were on your period.

And just like every month, you were now bound to your shared bed, snuggled under 3 blankets with your head buried into your soft pillow, small groans and whines coming from you every once in a while.

Your period had just started a half an hour before, but it was already swinging in with fresh forces.

Charles has been on the simulator for the past hour, so he didn’t know that you were currently dying of pain in his bed. You figured there was no reason to bother him, it happened every month and you were already used to it.

But you regretted it as soon as your body hit the bed. You wanted the warmth of your boyfriend, his arms around you in a hug that only he could give you, have his undivided attention and just lounge in bed with him.

And yet you couldn’t even find the energy to get out of bed and go to him. You couldn’t even find the energy to take your phone and maybe send him a message.

You would just have to wait for him to finish his game and come looking for you. He shouldn’t be that much longer, right?

God seemingly took pity on you, because not even 5 minutes later the bedroom door opened and Charles stuck his head in to see what you were doing.

“Amour?” his voice was soft, thinking you would be asleep and not wanting to wake you up.

You only grumbled from under the covers, which immediately alarmed your boyfriend.

“What’s wrong, mon amour?” he now fully opened the door and hurried to your side of the bed, slowly caressing your cheek and brushing your hair back from your face.

“Cramps” you mumbled out, almost sighing in relief once his hand made contact with your skin.

He immediately knew what you meant, mentally kicking himself that he had not come to check on you sooner.

“I’ll go get you some medicine and prepare your heating pad. Do you want anything else? Something to eat, maybe?” he said, smiling when you opened your eyes to look at him.

“Maybe some chocolate?” you smiled cutely, making him smile and nod.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead before he hurried out of the room and towards the kitchen.

Immediately getting to work, he put some water to heat up and got your medicine, also finding the chocolate that you always craved when you were on your period.

As soon as the water was heated, he poured it into the heating pad he had got you and hurried up the stairs, not wanting you to be in any more pain.

“There we go, amour. Drink this” he said as he sat next to you and handed you the pills and a glass of water.

You slowly sat up and swallowed the pills, taking the pad out of his arms and putting it on your belly.

“Did you bring the chocolate?” you asked, searching for the sweet relief.

He nodded and handed you the bar from behind him, smiling when he saw how your eyes lit up when you saw the chocolate in your line of vision.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked, caressing the side of your leg.

“Cuddles?” you asked, making grabby hands at him and patting the empty spot next to you.

He smiled and immediately got rid of his clothes until he was only in his underwear, knowing that you loved the warmth of his body when he had nothing on.

The moment he laid down next to you, you latched onto him like a koala, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in the crook of his neck to inhale his scent.

You guys stayed like this for half an hour, having turned on the tv in the meantime to pass the time quicker. 

Charles tried to be as still as possible, thinking that you had fallen asleep.

“Thank you, Charlie” you mumbled, making Charles surprised that you hadn’t already fallen asleep.

“For what?” he was confused, he hadn’t done anything that would require something like that.

You lifted your head from his chest, his eyes softening when he saw the adoration in your eyes as you looked at him.

“For taking such good care of me. I know I get cranky and irritated and all, I appreciate you being patient with me” you explained, settling your head on his chest again and starting to play with the string hanging from his hoodie.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Being on your period is normal and I know how bad your cramps can get. I just want to make you feel better in any way that I can” he said, wrapping his arms more tightly around your frame and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you” you whispered, eyes closing and sleep finally coming to you.

“I love you too”

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hello again, it's the eddie's leather jacket candle anon! i wanted to submit something for slick sunday last week but couldn't think of anything, and then at 1am monday this popped into my head while i was trying to sleep lol. based on the idea that you smell like the people you're around a lot or were recently near

thinking about b!steve, overcompensating for being a beta by trying to be perfect instead. he tries to get good grades, does his best at sports, gets in with the popular crowd, dutifully obeys his father's stubborn insistence on taking the stupid vitamins for his stupid deficiency everyday... only for canon events to happen, and effort is worthless without promising results in the eyes of his alpha parents.

the summer of ’86, steve gets in a fight to end all fights with his parents when they find out about his “dalliances with” (crush on) a!eddie, and b!robin and her parents offer their basement for as long as steve needs it. robin shares a bathroom with steve and notices the pill bottle she keeps in there is emptying faster than normal. when she asks if he’s been taking some of her pills, he shrugs and apologizes for using her vitamins without asking, but they were the same kind he’s been taking since puberty hit and he’ll buy more if she’ll tell him which drugstore carries it since he can’t seem to find it on his own.

except they’re puberty blockers. omega puberty blockers. robin takes them on purpose because having a period is enough trouble without the heats, but steve has everything he’s ever known about himself and his life as a harrington turned on its head. a lot of the things he’d been scolded for (things that in hindsight are omega traits, like the “stomachaches” he gets every 3 months because of his “vitamin deficiency”) suddenly make a lot of sense. they call joyce, who lives in hawkins again and has dealt with a son going through omega puberty, and ask for her advice. through their combined research, steve concludes the best course of action is to taper his dose until he’s completely weaned off the blocker, that way the change doesn’t happen all at once.

cut to a month later. at hellfire, which now takes place in the basement of wayne’s new government hush-money house, eddie notes that dustin smells weird different, to which dustin replies he’s using a new deodorant and he even showered right before he got here today and why the fuck are alpha noses so frickin’ sensitive. eddie says whatever, as long as it keeps the BO out of his nostrils.

eddie smells dustin’s oddly pleasant strong new deodorant when he goes to make a return at family video. he asks robin if she started using the same deodorant as dustin and she whacks him in the head with the tape because no, dingus, dustin was here earlier borrowing neverending story again, dingus. when eddie asks why steve isn’t there for him to flirt with, robin says he had to go home sick. eddie eagerly offers to bring steve cold medicine or food or go to keep him company, but robin shuts that down harsher than necessary. eddie can take a hint, steve just needs the day off. as he leaves, the familiar beamer in the parking lot doesn’t strike him as odd.

jonathan doesn’t usually ask eddie for weed, especially since argyle has way better shit, but eddie stops by the byers-hopper residence anyway for a covert drop. he runs into joyce, who apparently shares the same taste in deodorant as dustin, and asks why everyone’s getting the same new deodorant, only for her to tell him that the only thing that’s changed with her is nursing steve back to health from his terrible cold. they seem to reach a realization at the same time, and eddie decides he needs to ask steve where the hell he’s getting this deodorant and why it smells better from him than when dustin wears it. (joyce, infinitely wiser in her years, reaches the correct conclusion.)

eddie manages to sneak via window into the basement where steve is staying, bringing a care package: cold medicine, a hot thermos of wayne’s soup, and a few cassettes of Actually Good music. the plan is to hang out for a few hours, maybe set the mood a little, and if eddie can’t actually get the words out he can play the cassette that contains a recited confession on how much eddie likes steve and his stupid, sexy everything and could steve please, please, please think about giving eddie a chance. he only gets halfway through the window, then falls in the rest of the way at the sight and smell and sound of steve in a full-blown heat, wearing eddie’s battle vest and fingering his dripping cunt while mewling eddie’s name. eddie can only appreciate the situation for 2 seconds tops before the panic and instincts kick in. he bursts into the house’s ground floor, tosses the care package to a bewildered robin, and halfway out the door yells that his rut just triggered and he needs to leave.

after a few very turbulent days, eddie’s planning a new strategy for How to Woo Steve Harrington when steve himself barges into eddie’s room and kisses him senseless. they talk about steve being an omega, their mutual attraction, and what that all means in the long run, which leads to flirting and ends with steve deepthroating eddie and eddie eating out steve’s pussy.

a year later, eddie tenderly kisses the mating bite on steve’s neck as they cradle their newborn child.

Steve’s omega status being hidden/suppressed by his parents for years is so genuinely awful… and such great angst. he believed them so completely that his entire identity is altered and he has to learn how to function as an omega, but Eddie will take care of him and treat him right!!! this is adorable😭💕

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chocolate comforts - james beaufort x reader

wc: 570

summary: you’re on your period and desperately craving chocolate. let’s just say james doesn’t do anything halfway…

pairings: james beaufort x fem!reader on her period

warnings: talk of blood, periods, just that kind of stuff in general, light swearing

tag list: @mp-littlebit @his-littlefox @pockyyasii @kaffeeine @f4iry-bell

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You woke up in a pool of your own blood. 

What a great way to start the day.

Sighing, you get up and head to the bathroom. You strip, throwing your clothes in the laundry and step under the hot spray. The water is soothing.

Wrapped in a towel, you take a two ibuprofen pills and lots of water. You change into your go to period outfit. An oversized hoodie that belonged to your boyfriend, James, and some sweatpants.

Speaking of James, you were supposed to go to a gala together today. Of fucking course with your luck it ended up on the day that literally all you want to do is sleep and eat and be angry at everything.

Now annoyed, you quickly change the sheets before collapsing onto the sofa, phone in hand. All you need is a snack now…

Chocolate.

God it sounded like the most amazing thing in the world. You get up, headed to the kitchen. You scour the pantry. The fridge. Everywhere.

You don’t have any chocolate.

You curse under your breath, mad at yourself and anyone unfortunate enough to cross your mind.

A ringtone plays from your phone. A familiar one. You know who it is before checking. James.

You pick up. “Hey,” you say, trying to sound not-about-to-kill-everyone-on-the-earth.

“Hey dove.” His voice is soft. “And before you say it, we’re not going to the gala. I already know today isn’t going to be good for you.”

You stare at your phone, suddenly emotional. James was the most thoughtful boyfriend ever. “Thank you,” you say quietly. “Sorry.”

You can practically feel the exasperated-ness James is giving off from the other end. “Don’t ever apologize, dove. It’s not something you can control.” His tone is genuine and it makes tears prick at your eyes.

“Is there anything you need?” James asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

Without missing a beat, you say, “Chocolate.” He laughs.

“Of course, dove. I’ll be over in a bit.”

You hang up the phone and curl up into a ball on the couch, burying yourself under a blanket as you watch an episode of the show you’re watching.

30 minutes later, the doorbell rings. You get up, walking over and opening the door.

You gasp. James stands their, holding five boxes of specialty chocolate. Dangling off his arm is a bag from your favorite bakery. You were already drooling from the smell of your favorite Nutella-filled donuts.

On his other arm you could see a grocery store bag and the lid of an ice cream container peaking out. Several ice cream containers.

“Oh my god James,” you breathe, eyes wide. “What’s all this?”

James give you a grin. “For you, dove. Your chocolate.”

You laugh, letting him in. You take some of the boxes and set them onto the counter. “I would’ve been fine with just a Hershey’s bar or something.”

James sets down the rest of the stuff. “I know. But you deserve far more than just some Hershey’s.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him softly. After you pull away he holds you in his arms, stroking your hair. “I wish I could take all your pain away,” he mumbles into your hair.

Your heart might just explode. “You already do by just being here.”

He kisses the top of your head, brushing the hair out of your face. “Now why don’t we sample all these?”

a/n: this entire thing was self indulgent because im on my period and I want to die and I want chocolate ����

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 16

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You sit in another hard plastic chair, this time in an office. You can still hear the chaos of the hospital wing out the walls, a constant reminder of why you’re there. You sit with your elbow on the armrest, your chin in your hand as you bite your fingertips.

The nurse, or nurse practitioner, you don’t know the difference, sits across from you, making notes about your last response. Her questions are pointless. She’s asking about your day, well, it’s obvious that’s not going well. And your hobbies. What do those matter? You don’t do anything so you don’t have an answer for that.

She smiles across at you as she clears her throat. The sort of smile dripping in pity. You get it a lot from the old ladies at the grocery store when they see you helping your mother.

“Have you ever had a period where you felt down? Not just for a week or two but, in fact, for many weeks and, perhaps, months?” She asks.

You don’t answer right away. You push your shoulder up and sit back, dropping your hand to your lap. You frown and look at the ceiling.

“Hm, I guess. Sometimes... yeah.”

All the time.

“Along with that, did you find you had no energy, had no interest in things, and overall had great difficulty functioning?”

Functioning? In what way? Going outside? Smiling? Feeling anything but heavy dread? Not crying until your eyes are raw? Having friends?

“Sure, but uh, I take care of my mom. I don’t have time... sometimes...I get tired.”

"Right,” she scribbles noisily with her pen, “Has this ever happened to you before?”

“Has what happened?” You make yourself look at her.

“These bouts of sadness?”

“My mom is sick. It makes me sad.”

“What about today? You said that you... lost track of time.”

“I’m... my mom... I didn’t sleep well... I don’t know.”

She hums and nods. She pauses as she reads over her folder and puts the pen down. She crosses her arms over the desk.

“It’s normal for caretakers to suffer from depression. You’re taking on a lot so there’s no need to be ashamed. You did so well being so honest today. Really. It makes it easier for us to help you,” she smiles again. What about any of this is happy? “I’m going to write you a prescription. Just a few doses for now, okay? To help you through. And we’ll schedule a follow-up with a psychiatrist.”

“A psychiatrist?” You utter, your eyes hot with tear. “I’m not crazy.”

“That’s not... crazy, we don’t speak like that. And you’re not. You’re hurting and you need relief. That’s all,” she explains, “so, the pills I’m going to send you off with. I want you to be very careful, okay? No alcohol. They’re going to make you drowsy so no driving either.”

“But... my mom doesn’t drive. She can’t.”

“It’s just for a few days. You might want to consider looking into some of the local services. You can find a home nurse to come help out if you qualify,” she gets up and goes to a cabinet against the wall, “I have some pamphlets. You can take them with you and I’ll have someone find you with some samples of the pills. That way, you don’t need to pay, alright?”

Your lips trembles and you bite it to keep it still. You nod and stand as you flick the wetness from your eyes, “can I go?”

“Sure, I’m sure your mom will be ready to see you soon,” she approaches you with a handful of glossy leaflets. “I’ll walk you out.”

You take the pamphlets and she follows you to the door. You step into the hall as she stays close, “Mr. Rogers,” she calls over your shoulder as Steve sits in the hall waiting, “she’s all good. Got her sorted.”

“Great, uh, well, good news,” he stands, rubbing his lowers back, “your mom’s awake.” He announces, “can finally get off this stiff chair.”

“See, that’s wonderful,” the nurse nudges your arm, “I’ll have the medications brought to her room. Have a good day, hon.”

You clutch the pamphlets and stare at Steve’s chest. He points you down the hall and walks beside you.

“Everything go okay? What was that she said about medication?”

“Pills.”

“Pills? For what?” He prompts as he leads you along the hallway.

“Depression.”

“Oh.”

You look down, “guess I might be. I don’t know.”

“You work really hard, sweetie. You’re not invincible,” he comforts and rubs your back. You wince at his unexpected touch, “all this stress...” he trails off and reaches for the pamphlets in your hands. You let him take one, “what’s this?”

He reads as he walks, unbothered by the nurses rushing by and the cleaners in their grey scrubs.

“Home nurse? Hm, that might be a good option,” he clucks, “or maybe... I wouldn’t mind helping out, you know? I know it’s early days but I think we’ve gotten really close.” He folds up the paper and hands it back, “me and your mom... us too, I think.”

You shrug and drag your soles on the floor. He reads the door number as you reach your mom’s room and he waves you in ahead of him. You keep your head down as you go past the curtain as he directs you from behind. You stand at the foot of the bed, too afraid to look up.

“I’m starving,” your mother snarls. She sounds like herself, just tired.

You peek up and your eyes round. She scowls at you as she lays tangled in tubes. You quiver in relief. She’s alive and she seems mostly okay.

“What’re you staring at?” She sneers, “I know I look like death. I feel like it too.”

“Holly,” Steve steps forward, “thank god.” He comes to her side, “we were so worried.”

“Heh,” she snorts.

“Really, when I found you...” he tries to block you out as he lowers his voice, “you never told me you weren’t supposed to drink.”

“Never bothered me much before,” she dismisses, “figured it was just a precaution.”

“Excuse me,” a voice comes from the doorway and you look over at a young man in blue scrubs. He says your name, “I have some samples for you.”

You turn and wave meekly, confirming your identity. He enters and hands you several boxes secured together with a thick elastic.

“Directives on the side,” he points to the folded paper also looped under the rubber band.

“Thanks,” you say and he leaves you just as quickly.

Your turn back to your mom as her eyes center on you. She looks horrible. Sickly. Worse than you’ve ever seen her.

“What’s all that then?” She scoffs.

You try to hide the boxes under your arm and shake your head.

“Typical. She’s gotta get her share of attention.”

“Holly,” Steve girds, disappointment harshening his tone, “she was sick with worry over you. The nurse gave her those to calm down.” He grips the bedrail until his knuckles pale, “she has depression, you know? All the stress--”

“Stress?” Your mom rolls her eyes, “I didn’t realise she was the sick one. She’s not depressed, she’s lazy.”

Silence. Stifling, suffocating silence. You lower your chin, “it’s... I probably won’t take any of it. I was just... in shock. I’m sure I’m fine.”

“But the nurse said--” Steve begins, “you’re going to at least try it. You never know, it could help. And if it doesn’t, it doesn’t.”

“Oh, don’t baby her. She’s grown,” your mom’s too out of it to filter her spite. You see the disgust in Steve’s expression as he looks at her.

“Holly, please, she’s your daughter.”

“I know who she is,” she snarls, “why are you taking her side anyway? She doesn’t need pills. It’s just another excuse.”

He closes his eyes and takes a breath, “I’m gonna chalk this up to whatever they’re pumping you full of. Holly, you’re not thinking straight. I know you would say all that to her.”

“Stop defending her. She’s not as innocent as she pretends.”

He shakes his head and glances over at you, “look, you just woke up, you’re out of it. I get it. Let’s just all calm down.”

“She’s a sniveling little brat,” she barks as she leans back. “This is all her fault. She knew I wasn’t supposed to drink. She didn’t stop me.”

Steve blanches and his eyes cling to you. You see the chagrin lined in his forehead. You look away in shame. You never wanted a witness to your mother’s wrath. That’s worse than facing her alone. It’s humiliating.

[karasuno-writings]

Heloo I love your blog, it's my first time asking but I wondered if you could do sakusa kiyoomi, komoru motoya, and fukunaga with a reader who feels period pains and how they'd comfort them, thank youuu!♡♡

PERIOD PAINS

Ahhhh you are so sweet! Feel free to ask for whatever you like! It really makes me happy to see people enjoy what I do! So I hope you like it! Also, I LOVE seeing a request for Funkunaga, the nekoma boys are my favorite and he is top tier, I looove his personality so i hope i got him right! It is also, surprisingly, my first time writing for these 3!

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SAKUSA KYOOMI 

I am 100% sure Sakusa is a “Show not tell” kind of guy, so when you told him about how bad your period pains are he made a mental note out of it. Being the highly organized guy he is, he makes sure to always be ready to support you each month before your period even starts. 

He even has a small “period first aid kit” that you can take anywhere you like. In it he holds pain medication, stomach medication (specially if your period messes with your intestines, as it happens), a small water-heated bag, tampons/pads, chocolates, an extra-pair of underwear and 2 bottles of hand sanitizer. 

He also always has pads/tampons in stock for emergencies, in the house as well as in a little and sober-looking bag in the bottom of his backpack and those water-heated bags which he makes sure to help you heat up whenever the cramps are especially strong.

Will scold you if you endure the pain for too long before telling him or doing something about it, even if its for a few hours, immediately getting up to help you while mumbling about you being a careless idiot, followed by him pressing a small kiss on top of your head. 

If you are regular he has one of those calendar apps in which you track your period so that he never forgets to get all that you need. You wake up to see two pill-bottles of those painkillers that seem to be the only ones that work, a cup of warm tea and 2 packets of your favorite snacks on your nightstand

If you are irregular he always has those things in stock for whenever you tell him your period is about to come/has already started. I don't think he asks you randomly throughout the month, rather than that, he observes your behavior and if he sees you feeling down, bloated or worse than usual (honestly, it could be any constant change/habit you show on those days) he asks if you are on your period or suspect that it is about to come. 

And honestly? Before bed, he enjoys watching movies with you sitting between his legs, holding the heated pad to your lower-stomach while resting his head on your shoulder, rubbing your belly absentmindedly (Not that he will ever admit this) 

I also feel like he tries helping with aromatherapy. He always likes the room to smell nice so the diffuser is not a novelty, but he keeps special essential oils that he ONLY uses for when you are feeling down, based on your favorite scents. 

If you like baths and those help cope with the pain, be sure to ask him to help you get one ready. He will gladly do so, using bath salts, candles and soft music. PERSONALLY I feel like he does not like baths, however, he will sit in the bathroom next to you rubbing your and washing your hair and peppering soft kisses on your arms

FUKUNAGA SHOHEI

Fukunaga is a quiet guy, but due to this I feel he is also highly curious, observant and good at reading emotions, so if the two of you are dating he will definitely notice something off with you on those days, not bering able to help himself from asking as he gets worried about you. That is if you do not outright tell him.

Totally chill about it, being the kind of guy to buy you all the hygiene products you need, always having at least some on his bag and locker just in case. And if you ever bleed out on your clothes while you are outside he will notify you while wrapping his jacket around your waist, right before snaking his arm around you to hold you close. 

He likes to take care of you if you are able to stay home. It will definitely involve lots of pillows, blankets, movies, games and hot drinks; and he will not let you work at all. Anything you need he already has for you, and if he doesn’t he will get it swiftly

If you have to go to school/work he will prepare everything for you to relax when you are able to return. But not before sending you off with pain medication, and a small bento box of your favorite meal and a warm cup of your favorite tea (it is canon that he knows how to cook, and I feel like he enjoys doing so too!) 

Loves to cuddle, bringing hot towels to warm your lower belly. He likes to rest his head on your stomach, laying between your legs face-down as his arms encircle your waist. He is not the most talkative, however, he enjoys listening to you talk, and will make small remarks and quick jokes every now and then to make you feel better.

He makes sure you drink LOTS of water, filling up your favorite thermos as much as needed and handing it to you constantly. “Drink up…buttercup” with a small smile as you comply.

If the two of you are out with friends and the pain becomes unbearable, or if you look tired he will immediately drag you home “Doctors appointment, gotta go” is all he says every single time, making you chuckle. “Oh yeah?” You question him as soon as you are out of earshot “and what is the prognosis, mr. doctor?” he just shakes his head, looking down sadly “Very somber I’m afraid”, and softly laughing after

KOMORI MOTOYA

Komori, being the sweetheart he is, gets worried about you immediately after you tell him you are in pain, asking you how he can help and even looking for remedies online. Making sure to be ready for the next time your period arrives and making mental notes of everything you do that makes you feel better. 

I feel like he has a slightly younger sister, and he immediately bombards her with questions, asking for tips and tricks.

Supermarket trip! The first time he asks you to go with him, telling you to grab all that you want and all that you need, he is paying for all your cravings. What he did not tell you is that he is using it as a way to figure out the things that help you get through those days: The hygiene products you use, the medication that helps you the most, the snacks that you love…everything! 

That way he can get all of that for you every month! If you want to go with him he is ecstatic, because that way you can decide on whichever other craving you have, if not, he will text you and get all that you need! 

He always gets you a flower bouquet, each and every month, and he chooses them depending on recent events the two of you go through: Sunflowers after you had a picnic recently, roses since you went to the theater, baby's-breath to match the outfit you wore on your last date.

He gives you amazing back rubs to help you unwind, he uses a soft-scented lotion and either plays music you like, or if you feel like talking about your day or something that has been on your mind he is more than willing to have a nice chat

Gets you takeout of your favorite type of food for dinner, cuddling you on the couch while you eat and talk, afterwards, pulling you close, using his hands to gently rub your stomach while peppering your cheeks and nose with kisses 

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Scares and Thoughts

Author’s note: More of Hura in Husbandry and his darling reader. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric!

Summary: You take a pregnancy test, because you have bee having some strange cravings recently and your period has been nonexistent.

Warnings: pregnancy. panic. consideration of abortion. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

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Tagged: @felinisnoctis

You had been feeling poorly for a while, a bit aches in your body, a bit more emotional. Far more nauseous in the morning, but also in the afternoons as well.

You had been getting more tired recently. You were bummed out because you were gaining more weight recently, even though you have been trying to lose some weight and exercise more.

You got a notification on your phone that has your face drain of color. It has been three months since you added a period into your Period Tracker.

'Oh fuck me!' You think, in panic, 'could I be pregnant?'

You close your eyes and take in a few deep breaths, the only times you have had unprotected sex (or any sex really) was with Hura. You had taken the morning after pill when you had unsafe sex.

You also are on a long-term birth control that should keep such things at bay. Hura's words on 'unforseen side effects' of you eating Zaarius's drug chocolates come to mind.

You frown a little, if one of those 'unforeseen side effects' was pregnancy while on birth control and Hura didn't tell you. You were going to have a very LOUD and long conversation with Hura about hiding shit from you about medical stuff.

You don't have the best physical health- for a variety of reasons, family and genetics rolling and giving you the short end of the stick. Also being a twin- who was, naturally, premature at birth.

As well as having some other issues meant that carrying a child was... very risky for you. You hadn't ever really wanted to have a kid, if your siblings ever wanted to, and had a kid, you'd be the fun Auntie- and that you'd help take care of the kid.

You'd not talked about having kids or adopting one with Hura- mostly because you'd never thought about having that conversation with him. You know that Hura can be quite paternal at times, and is very fond of his younger brothers and cousins.

You go to the next city over- and make sure to keep a scar wrapped around your hair and face, while wearing some sunglasses as you buy a pregnancy test.

You squirm a little at the expression on the face of the cashier when they see the test that you want to buy. You frown a little at them, finding it uncomfortable and unfairly judgmental.

"If you want to," The cashier says with faux kindness in their voice, "You can use the test in our customer's bathroom."

"Th-thank you," You stutter and scan your card to pay for it and go to the restroom reading the instructions on the test- and taking a swig of your water bottle that carry with you everywhere you go.

You have had a voice in your head the entire time that was a low level hysterical screaming. Part of you wants to send a message to your siblings, but you want to wait. You are a Woman, you can woman up and deal with what the test says and... make a decision if... the test is... positive.

You read the results of the test and feel the anxiety claw at you. You close your eyes and lean against the wall of the bathroom stall. Pregnant. You are pregnant. Fuck.

You hadn't known that Astartes and base line humans, as Hura and the others on base call you and other humans could... interbreed. You have no idea what Hura is going to say or think.

Your hands are shaking, and you shove the test into your purse and flush the toilet. You wash your hands and face and run back to the bathroom stall and throw up.

There is a rasping, gasping noise, and someone sounds like they are in distress. You realize that it's you. You close your eyes and force yourself to calm down.

You use the calming techniques that you were taught as a child when your Anxiety started to become A Problem and it helps you calm down.

Fuck. That was tiring. You send a message to Hura that you want to have some space for a few days. You get a message from Hura that he's got a mission out for a few days- but that he loves you dearly and that if something is bothering you, that he's always there to listen. Always lovely little mouse.

You smile weakly at that and send him another message, [I know that. I love you too.]

You have a decision to make, are you going to keep the bundle of cells growing in your belly or not. You had never considered yourself to be very motherly, or seeking to be motherly.

You like kids, but you... don't think you'd be a good mom. You were wondering if you should abort the bundle of cells or keep it. The thought of keeping the bundle of cells has the panic rising in your chest again.

You rub your belly with one of your hands, you were going to talk to Hura about... about this surprise and... get a Medica Opinion, on if the child could even be viable.

Your Hura- you love him dearly, but your brain twinges as your eyes glass over as you recall what he looks like under his armor. You rub your nose, as something itches and drips, and you swear softly and grab some tissue paper to stem the flow of blood.

You didn't think Hura could conceive a child with you. Granted- you still had birth control, and took other measures to ensure that such a thing was limited.

Your family, you had been told was cursed with fertility. Catching and growing a child was very easy for the women in your family, was something that you had been warned, semi-playfully by your mother.

Oh! You were going to have to tell your mom- and siblings- both the of them about your... pregnancy. Your youngest sibling works in the military and is often far away- but you did send them emails and call at least weekly.

They came down to visit at least once every three months or so, per their schedule and military permitting, of course. Your other sibling worked in the medical field- and made a lot more money than you did, more successful.

... Both of your siblings were a lot more successful than you are. You are happy for them. That they are doing so well. With the baby on the way, and you grimace, that is going to be expensive, the medical bills, the doctor bills and visits, the prenatal and postnatal care.

All of the things you would need to get for the baby. Ugh. Perhaps you should talk to Hura about moving into the Base with him. That would certainly make Hura happy and it would cut down on your living expenses.

You have heard... rumors... that you had thought was... not true. About certain single mothers who have a Space Marine- and a child that ... in certain light... looks like a blend of the Marine and the Mother.

But, as you rub your belly... perhaps ... that might not be as... untrue and conspiracy theorist crazy as you had once thought it was. You know that Hura and the others have keener senses, so you make sure to wear a perfume (that didn't make you cough and sneeze) but would hopefully keep the pregnancy pheromones from been smelled.

You are very, very glad that Hura had been off on a mission of mercy- needing to help some brothers or cousins who had landed farther away that needed specialist care before being moved, or something.

There was a lot that Hura didn't tell you, or only partially told you. You understand that not knowing everything about your partner is fine. But... sometimes it felt like Hura knew more about you than you know about him, despite your best efforts.

You shiver a little and continue driving and park and stare at the Astartes Run clinic that you knew that Hura frequented working in. Same as that younger Apothecary- Cedric? Hura seemed to have all but adopted the younger marine.

It was very cute, and you had met Cedric more than once, awkward, terribly socially awkward, and he tried his best to be nice. Mostly didn't seem to have a clue on how to interact with you outside of Medical Situations.

He'd eased up over time, slowly at least, you think him and the other 'primaris marines' were terribly curious. Some of them seemed shyer and more skittish. Some were more cheerful and friendly.

You opened the app and tapped on the Astartes run clinic's app and saw what appointments were available for the week. You wonder if it was serendipity or something else.

There is an appointment open in thirty minutes from now. So, you decide to take the slot and put in the details requested. For some reason, when you had thought of going to one of the baby mama clinics that was human run, but something inside of you had murmured that it wasn't a good idea.

After all- if Astarte/human crossbreeding was a thing, why wasn't it known about? Or at least more than as fringe theories that were thought of as silly nonsense?

Unless it was known thing to happen, but for some reason, someone, or something was keeping it secret. You rub your face and let out a weak laugh, shaking your head.

No- that was just crazy talk. There is likely no crazy conspiracy going on where certain people, if they carry a hybrid child get kidnaped and stolen away for whatever reason.

That was as likely to happen as actual Human Killers. So, you get out of your car and head into the Astarte run clinic and fill in the other paperwork that the person at the desk handed you and you fill in your details. Again.

And sit in one of the human sized chairs as you wait to be called back and try not to scare yourself with silly nonsense. You get called back and the person to see you is Cedric.

"Oh! Hello Cedric, ah- Sorry, Apothecary Cedric," you say smiling up at him.

"Hello Miss," Cedric says, his ears a little red as he asks the normal questions.

"I took a home test-" You say licking your lips a little as you wrap your arms around your belly nervously, "For pregnancy, and it said that I was pregnant."

"Oh," Cedric says.

He's able to keep a professional demeanor, but internally he's panicking. "Do you want to be pregnant?"

"I... was surprised," You reply, "But... if the baby is healthy, I want to see the pregnancy through."

"Alright," Cedric says with a nod, "I... am not a specialist with pregnancy and obstetrics, but I will be reading up and researching."

He sends a message and gives her a list of pre-natal foods and pre-natal vitamins as well as exercises and other things that she needs to do in order to have a safe, healthy pregnancy.

[blouisparadise]

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1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?” Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”

2) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8,894 words

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind. Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic. “I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.” Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

3) Wanna Do Nothing With You | Explicit | 9,606 words

The accident happens in the stupidest way possible. One minute Louis is demonstrating a skateboard trick he’d just learned for Lottie, the next he’s waking up in a hospital. He’s told that he wasn’t unconscious the entire ride, but he has absolutely no recollection of it. One second he’s fucking around in his own garden and the next he’s being assaulted with the strong sterile scent of a hospital. So. There’s that.

4) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,520 words

Louis goes on a shit Valentines date and Harry's the cute waiter who takes him home

5) For The Love Of Biscuits | Mature | 16,574 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The thing about hybrids is that their animal instincts make them jumpy. And quite often lends them to being owned. Harry Styles wasn't looking to purchase a half-breed. But sometimes things just happen. And owning a fox/human hybrid was something that happened.

6) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18,088 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone. One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts. Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts. Three: They do not get along. So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

7) Soup Of The Day | Explicit | 19,958 words

It had been the single minded goal for them since college and seemed simple enough. 1. Study hard. 2. Open their dream restaurant. 3. Take the culinary world by storm. What could possibly go wrong?

8) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20,667 words

Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.

9) Heart Eyes | Explicit | 21,467 words

Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.

10) It Was All By Design (‘Cause I’m A Mastermind) | Explicit | 21,986 words

“You can’t be serious. You think I would be so awful to work for - you would rather quit?” “Don’t be all high and mighty about it,” Harry scoffs. “Surely you would do the same.” “I’m not being high and mighty. It’s called being professional.” “Really?” Harry pushes. “You’d work diligently under me with no complaints? You’d do whatever I asked of you?” “That would be my job, so yeah.” Harry shakes his head. “I’d work you so fucking hard,” he says slowly, “that you’d have to quit.”

11) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21,681 words

Louis is a human living in the Styles' wolf pack who can't stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm's length is the safest option.

12) Letters To June | Mature | 41,150 words

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

13) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47,099 words

Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

14) As We Are | Explicit | 48,268 words

Louis doesn't think much when he's asked to meet up with the alpha of the pack two hours from his own - he figures it's business as usual. But Harry Styles is anything but usual.

15) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

16) Of Lost Things | Explicit | 57,890 words

Louis comes with a familiarity Harry has never felt with anyone else before. After their fateful meeting, their chemistry became undeniable, and soon after, Harry had felt like he hit the jackpot when it came to finding the person he would spend the rest of his life with. But all relationships come with their own unique problems, and Harry soon realizes that their relationship is no different. When their problems go from unordinary to nearly bizarre in nature, he takes it upon himself to find an answer to their troubles. What he stumbles upon are terrifying coincidences between his and Louis’ story, and the ill-fated mythological couple, Orpheus and Eury. But it’s all they are; just coincidences, ones that feel as frighteningly familiar as Louis. Except… what if none of this is a coincidence? What if everything Harry has always seen as fiction is true, and myth—or rather, history, is about to repeat itself?

17) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words

In the grand scheme of things Louis did believe in love, what he didn’t believe was that he would ever find it in his life time for himself. Low and behold he would find it with someone he didn’t anticipate, now it was just a matter of having it work out the way he dreamed of.

18) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,726 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

19) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93,131 words

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

20) You Were My Because | Explicit | 109,089 words

Note: Please be sure to read the tags and any warnings.

Louis has battled the demons of his past for years now and has little hope of finding happiness for himself. Especially now that a school reunion is taking place and the memories of his school days are suddenly coming back with full force. But after rain always comes sunshine, in Louis’ case in the form of his old schoolmate Harry. A story about healing, friendship, finding trust and love.

21) Drops of Jupiter | Mature | 121,826 words

In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with. But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills? And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

22) Sewn Into You | Explicit | 167,485 words | Sequel

Harry Styles thinks soulmates are a fairytale, or in other words-a lie. He has no interest in entertaining anything that has anything to do with the very name that had been etched along his collarbone since his eighteenth birthday. Louis Tomlinson won't be answering to another alpha for the rest of his life if he can help it. Fuck happy endings, his soul mate can choke on it. Problem is, Harry needs a personal assistant to save his family's business, Louis needs the cash to officially move off of his childhood best-friend's couch. They can manage. Surely, nothing will go wrong.

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[thequeenofcupps]

LIFEWEAVER DATING HCS

A/N: fuck it I’m doing lifeweaver hcs cuz he’s girlypop

A/n pt.2: I’m keeping the cursing to a minimum

CW: periods, pills, mentions of killing, beating someone up, like a pinch of angst

⋆˚✿˖° he’s a big sweetheart it’s not even funny like if you’re having a bad day he’d give some space just in case and after you were done he’d give you some tea if you need to calm down a little more and give you hugs and cuddles!

⋆˚✿˖° he’s such a gentleman like he’s always holding open doors for you, hold your shopping bags, cooking delicious meals from his home country, making the bed, starting a bath for you after a rough day at work, he’s just malewife material

⋆˚✿˖° he has an apron saying “kiss the cook” guess you have to now

⋆˚✿˖° you guys go on the cutest dates ever like going to a butterfly garden a lot lands on him and he lets out that gorgeous laugh, you guys go on like crochet/knitting dates (my hc is his grandma taught him that or at least sym), an arcade date and he wins you a lot of plushies and they’re ur children now and sometimes he will read with you laying on his lap and he’ll read to you

⋆˚✿˖°he’d introduce you to symmetra(idk her real name I’m sorry) she has that kind of “mean protective older sister” vibe but she’s ask a shit ton of questions like “where did you meet him” “when did you meet” “what are your intentions with him” but she’s just trying to see if you’re good enough for him (she’s still on the fence)

⋆˚✿˖°if you’re on your period he’s right there giving you cuddles, stomach rubs, napping with you, starting a warm bath, medicine, making green tea for you (I read that green tea or teas are good for period cramps), if you have mood swings he’s prepared he’ll give you space if you need it, he’s there if you’re crying because of the pain, and he’s there if you’re sleepy

⋆˚✿˖°you guys rarely fight and if you guys did fight you both can’t bare to give the silent treatment so you guys make up with some tears exchange but you both made up and cuddled

⋆˚✿˖°he’d kill for you no questions he’d burn the entire planet down if anyone hurt you, he loves you to the moon and back

⋆˚✿˖°if you ever talk bad about yourself he’d punch the nearest person until you say something nice about you, and after you do say something nice abt u he’d give you an entire list of all the stuff he loves about you, all the pros to dating you, and how much he loves you

A/n: this is my first time writing for lifeweaver so I hope I did ok

[nshtn]

Edward Nashton Period Caretaking HCs

for my au, Creep Ed. GN Reader

tw: kidnapping, being his namesake (you are into it), blood

Edward cannot help the way he is drawn to his dearest kidnappee when they moan and tumble and the heady, feverish scent of their blood wafts from their abdomen. It’s natural, he thinks, to be in this position and to have a wolfish glint in your eye at the sight of it. It's appropriate - him as the predator, you as his prey.

There is only one problem.

It is an awfully penetrable problem, big and heavy on him, weighing him into the territory of guilt.

Edward likes you. He likes you very, very much, and beneath his wandering gaze, and his sweaty palms, and the way he squeezes them together and stares at you like he’ll devour you whole right there and then, is a servile, flowerly man. He cannot bear the sight of your suffering.

That's funny to him, because he can bear anyone else's. As you let out a shaky breath, the hole in his chest twitches. Do something. Don't just sit there.

And just like so, he’s sickeningly sweet, relishing in how you now, more than ever, must put your situation aside and allow him to caretake over you.

- He brings you mounds of chocolates, unlabeled, many flavors and brands, presenting them to you on a plate more befitting to be served by a butler than the man who has you bound up in a room. Cast your eyes on what you want and his long fingers will pluck it from the plate and ask you, softly, gently, with prideful cadence, to ‘say aah’. Oblige him and eat your fill as his eyes nearly glaze over. This is the favorite part of his day. He will memorize the grooves of your chapped lips and the way your nose crinkles when you open your mouth and show off your pearly white canines in a way that is both horrifyingly perverted and strikingly soft. You really would make a great partner in crime, but he knows you’d never agree, so instead he’ll keep you here… safe.

- He offers you acetaminophen at first, blindly, then retreats to return with ibuprofen. The label is yellow and splotchy, but the pills inside are all normal. He’s meek, which is rare with the power he holds over you, and he looks sheepish as he tilts it back and lets you take as many as you need. Four, five, even six – he doesn’t mind, he’ll chide you about stomach damage past five – but, then, wrap around with sympathy, “I’ve, uhm, done it too, you know. I get it. I do. ‘M sorry.”

Your mind is filled with images of The Riddler covered with lacerations from gory fighting and it makes you gulp unsteadily. “Sorry. Sorry. I-- sorry. Sorry.”

He repeats it over and over until you calm down, then fixes you a plate of dubious eggs to ensure your stomach won’t reject the pills.

- He’s got plenty of hotpacks, an unnatural amount, as if ordered in bulk… He stacks them nearby eachother on his bed for you and lets you get on it. It’s mostly clean, aside from pencil shavings and the pile of crosswords and journals on his end table (and an impressive stack next to it that itself becomes a surface for an empty cup ramen).

You, in spite of yourself, hum quietly in thought and some bewildering bemusement as you lean into the hotpacks that cradle your form, relieving your pain greatly.

You can’t deny that you feel your cheeks sizzle and pop appreciatively at the length he goes. Most normal people didn’t do this much for one another, let alone in this kind of situation. Though it had always been clear to you that your role was… oddly in touch with Lima syndrome from the very start, you had expected he would lose interest and slaughter you at some point or another.

You waited for an inevitable that never came.

[chrisevansonly]

How would Harry react when he notices you don’t feel well bc of your period?

harry’s reaction to your monthly visitor (headcannon)

You’re someone who tracks their cycle quite religiously so you know when it’s coming, giving you some time to prepare to spend the first (at least) 2 days in bed

You have always had a pretty nasty period, the pain was extremely bad the first couple days and you’re energy was at essentially a 0 for the 6 days it took you out of commission

Now speaking of angels, we’ll talk about Harry because he is the absolute sweetest when it comes to you and your well-being. He has always made sure that you have everything you could ever want and more

So when Harry came home to the house quiet, the smell of lavender spilling from the bathroom upstairs, he knew you weren’t feeling well and it was that time of the month

He’d make his way upstairs after getting a little plate of snacks ready, some water and juice as well in case you wanted either, he was a man who came prepared with many options

“Baby..?”

He waits until he hears a soft “in here…” before entering into the bathroom, his features softening at the sad smile you had on your face, eyes bloodshot; he could tell you’d been crying

“Oh love…that bad?”

“H-Horrible today”

Harry leant down to press a kiss to your forehead, swiping a piece of hair out of your face that has escaped the claw clip keeping it in a bun

“I brought some snacks up for after your bath, have you taken any painkillers yet..?”

“No, I just kind of got in the bath”

Nodding he moved towards the medicine cabinet, quickly finding your prescription from the doctor. You had cramps so bad that your physician had gotten you special antibiotics specifically for the pain

“Alright my darling, here…”

“Thank you baby”

You took the pills from him and the water bottle he’d gone to get, taking them with ease

“There we go, hopefully that helps with some of the pain, you ready to get out?”

“Yes please”

Harry made sure to grab the fluffiest towel, warm off the towel rack before helping you get out, sitting you down on the side of the tub so he could empty the water out

“Alright, what do you want to wear darling?”

You thought about it for a moment, determining what would be the comfiest to sleep in

“Um can I have one of your sweaters and just a pair of sweet pants please?”

He smiled pressing a kiss to your lips

“Mhm, any sweater?”

“Yes please”

You smiled to yourself watching as he disappeared into the bedroom, coming back with one of his sweaters, some sweatpants and a pair of his boxers knowing you found them much more comfortable than a pair of your own underwear while you were cramping

“Thank you m’love, always treat me so well”

“Always will, till we’re old and my body breaks down”

You laughed at this, only wincing slightly when a cramp hit

“No more making me laugh”

Harry simply laughed to himself before agreeing, helping you get dressed before you made your way towards your shared bed which right now looked like heaven

“Okay, can I get you anything else while you get comfy?”

“Cuddles…? Please?”

Harry watched your eyes soften as you looked at him and he swore his heart flipped in his chest at how sweet you looked

“I was wondering when you’d ask that”

It was safe to say Harry was the absolute best when it came to your time of the month, or anytime you felt sick even just after a bad day. He was your sunshine, and you were the luckiest girl in the world to be loved by him🩷

[tulipanthousa]

not sure if this belongs here or on the sfw blog so I'll do it here to be safe

since Janus was like "hey I'm glad we have the twins but I never want to be pregnant again," the birth control question that got postponed in SBYF is now in my head again. what's the birth control situation like in Pieces verse? do they have condoms, or is it more along the lines of "track your periods and pray" lmao

also, is it different for nobles vs common folk? and what's the societal attitude towards using birth control in this universe?

(only if you want to answer + it's not a spoiler!)

i'm torn between this being a universe where the birth control plant the romans used exists and was not driven to extinction before it could be domesticated and made universally available

or just stretching the technology timeline a little farther and making hormonal birth control a thing - the first hormonal birth control was put on the market in 1960, and i normally stop off at 1950 max so its not that much of a stretch

either way, there is some kind of oral contraceptive involved. if i go with the pill, it would probably be like Enovid, an early birth control which had the prototypical 21 days of pills and 7 days of placebo, so it could be used in conjunction with the rhythm method (aka the tracking you mentioned)

and i think they probably do use condoms (commercially available since the 1860s, and animal-skin based diaphrams and the like have been recorded as far back as antiquity), but not every time, just during points in janus's cycle where he'd be theoretically ovulating, as an extra layer of protection. rubber would be the most historically accurate for a synthetic one, so i think they would probably go with skin. animal skin condoms are perfectly safe for fluid-bonded couples, they dont block STDs but niether of them have ever had sex with anyone else so thats not a concern, and also the idea of rubber touching business makes me wanna gag so i dont want to think about it aksjdhaksjdhkj

so while they are not super hardline at every possible avenue, they do become overall pretty careful.

as for whether or not janus would choose abort an oopsie baby, i feel like that plotline has an uncomfortable potential for either me accidentally getting preachy as fuck about reproductive rights in my fic, or inviting rancid discourse into my ask, so i dont plan on exploring it at any point. its not going to be a concern because theyre fictional and im writing it, but you can headcanon as you please (though i would prefer if you didnt send any especially inflammatory takes to my inbox)

[lectercunt]

more omega Hannibal fic list please 💗

Thanks for the request! Below are my Omega!Hannibal fic recommendations. Read responsibly and mind the tags!

The only fic ranked on this list is the first—stink in the nostrils by murdertrout. It is my favorite fic of all time, period, and just happens to be Omega!Hannibal. The last fic on the list is mine. Enjoy <3

stink in the nostrils

Secret Omega Hannibal is not pleased that he has imprinted on Will Graham. He avenges himself on his biology by getting Will Graham put behind bars. But when Will figures out what he���s been hiding and tampers with his suppressants, triggering his first heat, they both get more than they bargained for.

put your aching teeth to good use, my dear

Fromage AU. When Will sees Hannibal in his office, bloody but alive, he goes into a feral rut. Hannibal tries to pacify him.

prime

He bares his teeth in a smile that makes Will answer in kind. "I'll find you," he says; a threatening promise of his own. Will grins, and purrs for him in a way that makes Hannibal ache all over again. "Good," he replies. "I want you to."

feral

“Will,” Jack Crawford growls down the line, “Tell me Hannibal Lecter never confided in you that he was an Omega.” “Oh, shit.” “Oh, shit,” Jack agrees. They’ve come a long way from the old days, where Omegas in heat would slaughter anyone who stood between them and their chosen Alpha. Where Omegas would fight each other to the death in order to claim their prize, and some Alphas died of rut exhaustion or from injuries sustained from a too-eager Omega. Now, Omegas temper their heats with stabilizing pills and Alphas have a say in who they breed. But there would have been no stabilizing pills provided to an incarcerated Beta.

asserting dominance (dead dove!)

Hannibal has spent years of imprisonment without Will properly acknowledging their mating bond. When Hannibal sends the Dragon to kill Molly and Walter, he finally provokes Will into action: to remedy his jealous behavior by inducing his heat, and putting him in his place.

top dog, lost kitten

Hannibal, an omega catboy belonging to a rich family, finds himself drawn to a stray alpha dogboy by the name of Will. When Hannibal wanders the streets during his heat, he gets unwanted attention. As he had hoped, Will is there to look out for him.

soaked through

Season 3 AU, where Will shows his face and instead of receiving pain, Hannibal receives everything he's ever wanted.

we don't need to heal

Tired of wasting resources dealing with a horrific Omega criminal who is definitely not insane, the BSHCI and the FBI decide that the best course of action is to have him mated to an Alpha who can keep him under control. Find an Alpha for the job, and Hannibal Lecter can be out of their hands for good. Will Graham enters the BSCHI, believing himself to have been selected to interview the notorious killer about a cold case that has recently been attributed to him. What he finds instead will change their lives forever, and leave him wracked with guilt. Hannibal, on the other hand, could not be more satisfied with how things panned out for them both.

distraction

Hannibal smiles, purring softly, and leans down to nuzzle Will's forehead. "You needn't be so distressed, darling," he murmurs. There is blood on Will's neck, and his cut palm smears more fresh up his mate's bare forearm. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, so he can give Will all of his scent. Hannibal licks the smear of his own slick on Will's cheek, his purr for a moment growing louder. "When have I ever denied you?"

tables turned (dead dove!)

When Will turns a gun on him, Hannibal goes into heat. Will decides to toy with him before giving him what he wants.

an unexpected guest

Ten-year-old Henry Lecter’s sitter just bailed, leaving him alone to watch over his younger siblings. And that would have been fine, had a man from the FBI not chosen that precise moment to show up at their door. or Will and Hannibal got a little too close in Naka-Choko, resulting in a surprise pregnancy. Rather than having the bloody canon break-up, they took their new family, including Abigail, and skipped off to Europe for their happily ever after. Enter Jack, tracking them down almost eleven years later in the quaint Italian countryside, with only young Henry there to protect the family.

stronger than memory (dead dove!)

"Your real name can't possibly be Schatje." "It's the only real thing you need to know, Will." “Fine, at least tell me what it means.” It wasn’t a question nor a request, but a statement. "It means little treasure." “And are you, then? A little treasure?”

cover to cover (the mark of a lover)

Will and Hannibal are both Omegas. After Tobias' death, Will takes Hannibal home. Hannibal comes to the realization that, if the world will not give him the Alpha he so desires... he will create one.

time reversed

Hannibal and Will traverse an unexpected intimate development.

black in the moonlight

With his upcoming dinner with Hannibal and Jack hanging heavy on his mind, Will is drawn to Hannibal's house in the middle of the night. What he finds there affects him—for better or worse, it's hard to say.

trick me twice

Hannibal and Will are leaders of allied gangs, and were friends at one point - until Hannibal almost killed Will and sent him to prison. Now he needs Will's pack, his numbers, to stop his own pack being overrun. Will might never trust him again, but there's no reason they cannot keep things professional. At least, that's what Hannibal tells himself, as he enters the BSHCI to ask for Will's help.

a rare bouquet

Will finds himself drawn in by the darkness at Hannibal’s core���something only fully revealed in heat when the violent deaths of his alpha suitors can be legally excused. When Will witnesses the aftermath of one of those murders first hand, he feels compelled to begin a courtship, wanting to see everything that lies beneath the surface. But what he seeks is not tame, and it will take more than flowers to earn its respect.

into the wild

Alpha Will stumbles upon a feral Omega in Lithuanian forests. Too fascinated to leave him be, he follows him, not knowing what awaits him.

genesis

The fish of Hannibal's trust is a spritely and skittish thing, but Will is patient. He can follow the bubbles in the water and the shining slip of scales within the currents. He can fashion beautiful lures, both mental and physical, to please and soften his mate.

brouillé

Unthinkingly, he reaches into the drawer and pulls out the top shirt, holding it to his face and breathing in. No bleach, only the faintest trace of salt sweat, and none of the bitter fear he had expected. Instead, what Hannibal inhales is the pure, unsuppressed scent of alpha.   That’s all it takes. One. Deep. Breath.

use your words

“Don’t worry, darling,” Hannibal says softly. “I know just what you need. You’re here for a reason—because you need a Daddy to guide you. So let go of your preoccupation with control and let me take care of you.”

series: other people's hearts

Truck driver Will suddenly finds himself with an armful of bloody omega named Hannibal, far too young and pretty to be hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere, and to Will's horror… fast approaching heat.

on the grounds where we feel safe

"Single Omega household seeking a primary caretaker for high-school aged female. Must own vehicle for chauffeuring, errands, and other duties as necessary. Room and board provided, and a stipend for necessities available for negotiation. Must have open availability and be willing to submit to a background check and drug test. Immediate start." Then a name, and a phone number. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

it takes two to nest

When Hannibal hears a commotion down the hall at the hospital, naturally he goes to investigate. When he finds out that the omega patient, a Mr. Will Graham, is struggling so hard that the doctors are having difficulties handling him, naturally he is intrigued. And when he finds out that the on-call OBGYN has been delayed, naturally he steps in to deliver Will's baby himself. Dr. Hannibal Lecter can do anything, after all. Including deliver someone else's baby while minutes away from going into labor himself.

sweet tooth

He has prepared for this, of course. No self-respecting Omega of his stature and skill would deign to let themselves be taken by surprise. Although, again, he has not expected his final heat to approach for some time, it is one of those occurrences people prepare for like Doomsday. He has plans, and bags packed, and knows what he will need to do, to make sure he makes it through the ordeal with minimal discomfort. The first step will be to hunt, to stock his fridge and his stores so he will not go hungry. The second step will be to find a suitable companion.

slow like honey

Hannibal’s childbearing years are behind him, but Will manages to send him into his first heat in years. Will offers to help him out—it’s the least he can do.

duty calls

Tonight, Will is hungry.

[kokusfluffyhair]

Hey, I hope you're doing well! <3🥹

I'm a huge fan of your headcanons, especially for Koku🤭 (bro has me running laps and drooling the second I catch a glimpse of him, and the second you post headcanons about him, it makes me do backflips and cartwheels all around my room)

I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for me? I'd like to see how Kokushibo would react when his female s/o is going through her time of the month, and experiences really bad cramps (to the point of literal nausea and difficulty sleeping or finding a position to stand/sit in due to the immense pain of them, sometimes even hunching over due to the cramps)

(This is my first time requesting anything, so I’m kinda nervous ngl. Also, if you don’t feel comfortable writing stuff like this, it’s totally okay :) <3 thank you for taking the time to read my message though, hope you have a good day/night!!!<33)

(On my period rn, and I’m this close to jumping off the roof🤏 worst cramps I’ve ever had in my whole life holy fuck).

This GIF is so cute oml

Aww thanks 💜 I'm glad you like my headcanons! And I hope you're feeling better!

Kokushibou when it's your time of the month

+ At first, he literally thinks you're dying

+ You have to remind him that it's your period and you're not dying. Once you start explaining to him what periods are, he remembers that his ex-wife long, long ago also had them

+ He then gets kind of uncomfortable, because he doesn't know how to handle these "female" things

+ But he loves you, so he'll try

+ When the symptoms get worse, the first thing he thinks is if he did something wrong

+ You have to guide him through a routine of what things you want. He won't know right away to get some painkiller pills or a hot water bottle for you

+ Of course, this would be the first couple times he experiences you having your period, and after that he'll know what to do

+ He'd get you a fuzzy and soft hot water bottle cover to use. This purple one I found in a Google search would be perfect

(pic from megaknihy.cz)

+ He'd make sure that you have enough different kinds of pillows in case you need to change your position or hunch over in different ways

+ He'd offer to hold you and cuddle you. Whenever you need to change a position, he will do it

+ He would hold the hot water bottle on your lower belly so you don't have to hold it yourself. One of his favourite things would be to lay as big and small spoon and he holds the water bottle against you

+ When you're hungry, he'll get you whatever you're craving, even if it means he has to cook it himself

+ Because he's a demon, he gets kind of ... intrigued ... by the blood smell. So you might find him sniffing around that area like a dog

+ The benefit to this is that he won't complain about the bathroom smelling bad from the used products

+ You might find him taking longer than he should in the bathroom just to be around the smell. If you confront him about it, he will get startled

+ Of course, when you are feeling better, he's very relieved. Even though you tell him that you aren't going to die, he still wonders if it's possible

+ He would try to find out of demon women get their periods, and if they don't, he would offer to make you a demon just so you don't have to go through that anymore (I kind of think they don't get their periods, or if they do, they don't bleed and don't feel anything because they regenerate)