#stomach not comfy. on period thinking about them so i feel better

[gideonisms]

what if they literally just fuck. what if it's not even metaphorical what if the narration is like (alecto pov) and then verily Anastasia's daughter took John's spawn into a secluded corner and she hath railed her. what am I even going to do if they literally just have sex. like I'm not even prepared there's no way I could be

[banj0possum]

ooooh!! im wondering how the zombie hord would deal with the FTM reader who's on his period and cant function due to how much pain he's in??

Zombie Horde x FtM Reader on His Period

CW: period. mentioned period sex (doesnt happen)

an: vyn if you see this, i can explain.

💀 YOU'RE DYING

💀 They come back from one of their hunts and you're curled up in a ball holding your stomach.

💀 Ribs screams and everyone turns to see a bit of blood on your sheets, it smells like you too.

💀 Bo and Screw rush over to you and check if you're ok, it doesn't help that the smell of fresh blood is all over you.

💀 You try to explain to them that you're just having your period and your cramps are just a bit more unbearable today.

💀 "BUT YOU'RE BLEEDING! DID SOMEONE GIVE YOU YOUR PERIOD?! ARE YOU HURT?! DID THEY HURT YOU?! I'LL KILL THEM!!" Ribs rambles

💀 "Nah you dolt! It's a normal thing humans do! like uh..peeing?" Bo somewhat explains.

💀 They try their best to keep you comfy as you're going through your period.

💀 Bo is always with you, making sure you're alright. He'd mumble to you about how strong you are, how good you were being and how much he loved you.

💀 "It's alright baby boy, I'm not leavin' ya, stay strong ok? You're gettin' through this great!"

💀 Soda tried 'reading' up about periods through old books in the bookstore (which was him staring at the pictures and trying to piece together words that he knew) and accidentally came to the conclusion that you're internally bleeding

💀 He came back crying to you and the horde that they might have fucked you so hard your insides are fucked.

💀 Please comfort him.

💀 Screw is bundling you in all your cushions, sheets and blankets.

💀 He thinks of you like a fragile treasure that will break from the gentlest touch, he can't have his mate suffering like this!!

💀 Any packets of tea or sweets he finds, he brings over to you so you can feel better.

💀 If you have bad moodswings, you have to reassure them that you don't mean it if you accidentally snap or raise your voice at them, especially Ribs and Screw.

💀 They dare not ask you to mate. They might deal with blood almost every day but seeing how much it hurts from just cramps, they don't want to strain your body further.

💀 You're not leaving your bunker while on your period. They'll do all the hunting and you can stay nice and safe in your nest.

💀 Stand up even once and you're being pulled back down and kept in a tight cuddle until you stop protesting.

💀 "Screw please, I need to pee.."

💀 "But...you're hurting.."

💀 "I'm fine now, c'mon I gotta go!.."

💀 "...no."

💀 "...Fine.."

💀 Congrats! You have very protective and internally freaking out zombies that are willing to take good care of you during your periods!

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Monthly Cuddles ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) gets her period and tries to make the most out of the day with her man by her side.

Warning: Hefty flirting & talks of smut!

Out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach.

I quietly hiss and sit up, doing my best not to wake up Josh, who's laid next to me peacefully sleeping.

I look over and tap my phone so it reveals my lock screen.

4:06 in the morning.

Seriously?!

Thinking it's maybe just gas, I slowly and carefully wiggle out of his arms and head to the bathroom.

I slide down my underwear and see blood on a pad that I put on last night, since I started feeling some heavy cramps after dinner.

Fuck!

I groan, wrap it in toilet paper, discard it, and reach over to the counter to replace it with a new one.

After about a minute or so, I feel light footsteps and a knock at the door.

"Baby? You alright in there?" Josh calls.

Ugh he's so sweet. Always checking up on me. <3

I smile softly. "Y-yeah baby I'm alright. Go back to bed."

"You sure ma? You need anything?" he reassures.

"I'm good baby," I reply. "I pinky promise."

I hear a light chuckle behind the door. "Alright baby I'll be in bed if you need me."

I softly smile and finish up before washing my hands and leaving the bathroom. 

"Everything alright?" he asks, as I climb back into bed.

I nod. "Just my period."

"Ah damn," he says after groaning.

I softly smile. "I know. Luckily I only get it for like 3-4 days so I'll live."

He smiles and opens his arms so I can lay in them, and that I do.

I kiss his tattooed chest before laying my head on it, and my arms around his waist.

He lays his arm around me, just above my ass, and rubs my back.

"So baby I..." I begin, but I'm cut off by him snoring.

I quietly giggle and lightly kiss his bottom lip, before wrapping us up in the blanket and drifting off to sleep myself.

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I wake up to the sun peeking behind our bedroom curtains and reach over to look at the time on my lock screen.

10:07 in the morning.

Much better.

The faint smell of cinnamon fills the air and I softly smile.

"Always cooking," I mutter to myself, before heading to the bathroom for a quick refresh.

I end up taking a quick shower and changing into some comfy clothes.

I tie my hair up into a messy bun and leave the bathroom, automatically met with the sight of my man setting up a mini table with food.

I smile and walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. "Baby you didn't have to do this."

He turns around smiling and cups my face. "I wanted to mama. Now get yo cute lil ass in bed and eat something so you can take medicine."

I playfully roll my eyes and reach up, puckering my lips.

He chuckles and accepts, pressing his lips on mine.

I pull away making a "mwuah" sound and climb into bed after he playfully smacks my butt.

"Cinnamon sugar oatmeal, a couple of Aleve, and some orange juice to drink with the pills," he says, putting everything on the table in front of me once I get comfy.

I smile and kiss his cheek. "This looks yummy. Thank you baby."

He smiles and strokes my cheek. "I'm gonna head downstairs to the garage for a workout. Call me if you need me, okay?"

I nod and start eating.

He smiles and watches for a bit before heading out of the room.

Soon enough, I get a notification that he went live on Instagram.

I open the app, tap his profile picture, and watch.

My bottom lip slides between my teeth, as sweat drips down his caramel tattooed skin and his shorts get higher and higher with every lift.

Lord give me strength. I'm so fucking lucky.

About 40-45 minutes later, he ends the live.

Shortly after, I hear footsteps coming upstairs and towards the bedroom.

He comes in and I look up from my phone and smile.

"Hey baby," he coos, wiping his forehead with a towel.

"Hi sexy fella," I reply. "I watched your live."

He smirks, walks over, and runs his hands up and down my sides. "Oh yeah? Did you like what you saw?"

I bite my lip and blush. "You know I did."

He leans down and presses his lips to mine.

I moan in his mouth as he slides tongue across mine.

After about ten strokes, I pull away. "Boy I'm bleeding like all hell. At least tease me when we're able to fuck again!"

He bursts into laughter. "Well baby we can fuck whenever you want, bleeding or not. Just say the words."

My mouth drops open as he kisses my forehead and walks off into the bathroom.

Before I can speak another word, I get a FaceTime from Trin. I smile and tap the green button.

G: Hey sis!

T: Hey lovebug! How are you?

G: I'm alright. Trying to survive off these damn period cramps. You?

T: Ughhh girl I feel you I just finished mine. But hey, at least we ain't pregnant right?!

I burst into laughter and nod.

G: You have a point there ma'am!

She giggles and sets me up on her vanity, and starts on her makeup.

G: Oooh girl you look good! What are you up to today?

T: Well, I have a nail appointment for Jon and I's date tonight. You should join me!

G: Oooh that sounds fun. My nails could use a bit of a touch-up.

She squeals and claps her hands.

T: Period! My appointment is at 4:30 - I'll call and make you one as well.

G: Sounds good, sis. I'll see you then!

We say our goodbyes and hang up.

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It's about 3:45 now - just over half an hour until I have to meet Trin at the salon, so I start getting ready.

I pick out a cute tube top and sweatpants set, as well as some fluffy sides.

"Where you going lookin that fine?" Josh asks from the island, as I walk downstairs.

I playfully roll my eyes and smile, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Getting my nails done with Trin. I won't be too long since she has a date with Jon tonight."

He nods and caresses my waist and ass. "Alright mama. I'll see you when you get home. Be safe, okay?"

"I will," I reply. "I love you."

"I love you more," he replies. "Have fun."

We share a kiss and I head out then drive to the salon.

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"Sooo," Trin begins, looking over at me from her table. "How are you and my brother in law?"

I smile and look over at her. "We're doing good! He treats me like a princess. I love him so much."

She sticks out her bottom lip. "I'm so happy for you, babygirl. You deserve it.”

I reach out and join our free hands.

"Just know that if he messes with you I'll whoop his ass," she continues, mouthing "ass".

I giggle and nod. "Of course, Trin. How are you and his goofball brother?"

She laughs and shakes her head. "Girl, he's a trip. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

I smile and turn back to my nail tech.

As we keep talking, the appointment rolls on and soon enough, our nails are finished.

I got a basic french tip and Trin got the same but with blue.

FATU replied to your story: Come home to yo man so I can feel these in my hair 😩😍

I smile and shake my head, before driving home.

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"Honey I'm hoooome!" I sing, walking through the front door and closing it behind me.

"Welcome hoooome!" Josh mocks me, before walking over and holding my waist.

I giggle and we share a lengthy kiss before sitting on the couch.

He kisses my hand and wraps an arm around me. "How was your time with Trin?"

I smile. "Lots of fun as always. I love her so much."

He smiles and strokes my cheek. "I'm glad, baby. Seeing you happy with my family brings joy to my heart."

I smile and kiss his cheek before he lays his head on my lap.

"Whatchu wanna do for dinner?" he asks, rubbing my side.

I think for a minute.

"We caaaaaan order waffle house?" I suggest, playing with his curls.

His excitedly sits up. "I gotta wife you up one day."

I giggle and kiss his cheek. "I'll put the order in. Two waffles and triple scattered and covered hash browns right?"

He kisses my shoulder. "You already know mama."

I smile and tap away at my phone while he moves me over and sits me on his lap.

"Whatchu getting?" he asks between kisses to my temple.

"Mmm," I reply with my lips puckered and to the side while thinking. "Maybe the cheesesteak hash brown bowl."

"Oooo that sounds good," he coos, still kissing me.

I look over at him and giggle. "I've never seen a man so excited for some damn waffles."

He shrugs, smiling. "Aye you know me boo!"

I roll my eyes playfully and grab the side of his face, backing up my neck to kiss his cheek.

He smiles and wraps his arms around my waist, rubbing my stomach. "How are your cramps mama?"

"Not too bad anymore," I reply, hitting order. "The pills definitely helped earlier."

He nods and I place my phone down, turn around, and get comfy against his chest.

He chuckles and lifts up my chin gently before placing his dreamy lips on mine.

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** Josh's POV **

Gi and I finished dinner a little while ago.

That shit was too damn good.

We took a shower right after and are now laid in bed, my head in her lap, her fresh nails in my hair, watching her favorite Disney movie: Tangled.

Once I feel her stop scratching, I look up.

I chuckle lightly as I see her head tilted to the side against the pillow, light snores coming out of her parted lips.

I turn off the movie, carefully move to the side of her, and wrap her in my arms.

She stirs in her sleep and wraps her arms around my waist and lays her head on my chest.

I smile and gently kiss her temple. "Goodnight beautiful."

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[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons - Sick Days 🤧

Rated PG!

These are my headcanons of how the Papas act while sick vs reacting to you being sick.

Thank you BugbiteWrites on AO3 for the idea!

Primo

When he’s sick:

Ignores his symptoms for as long as possible until he can no longer deny them

Downplays his symptoms even when you act very concerned for his well-being

Insists you stay away so you don’t get sick too

Worries about his plants while he’s too sick to care for them

When you’re sick:

Babies/dotes on you

Insists you go to bed immediately even if it’s just the sniffles

Makes you tea with the herbs and things from his garden

Keeps asking if you’ve taken your medicine

Secondo

When he’s sick:

Pretends he isn’t sick but knows when to admit defeat

Looks very grumpy, clearly annoyed he couldn’t just avoid the germs

Worries about the state of the Ministry while he’s unable to work, but trusts you and the ghouls will keep things running

Doesn’t ask for much except he really wants blue Gatorade

When you’re sick:

Insists you stop working and go to the doctor

Immediately sends a ghoul to get medical supplies for whatever your ailment is once you get a verdict from the doctor

Is still very busy but makes time to check on you

It was his idea to bring you a humidifier and you think it’s helping

Hand feeds you chicken noodle soup

Terzo

When he’s sick:

When he starts feeling the symptoms he over exaggerates them

Acts like he’s dying when he’s just got a little cold

Asks “Is that you, <name>?” and coughs weakly everytime you enter the room

Very sad he can’t have sex while he’s out of commission

Says “If I’m getting sick then so are you!” before kissing you and giggling. He just wants to lay in bed with you while he feels bad 🥹

When you’re sick:

Very dramatic, acts as if you may die if he doesn’t help you

Probably would give you an entire bottle of cold medicine because he thinks more will get you better faster

Likely does more harm than good when “helping you” but he’s trying, he’s just a little dumb

Keen on the idea of “playing doctor” with you but he has no clue what he’s doing, he’s just horny (“I must undress you immediately! And…put you into something more comfy…”)

If you’re sick first and do end up getting him sick too he acts annoyed, and reminds you every 5 minutes that you’ve sentenced him to death

Copia

When he’s sick:

He is NOT brave, in fact he cries a little if his tummy hurts

Feels guilty for taking time away from work

You catch him scribbling away at his desk before whisking him back off to bed

“But…but how will the Ministry run if I am not there?” (It’ll be just fine, Copia…)

Wants you and only you to take care of him

Keeps asking for cheese (even though that’s probably what gave him a stomach ache)

When you’re sick:

Takes you to urgent care even when you insist it’s just allergies

Attempts to make you soup but burns it. (You don’t care because your sense of smell and taste is gone)

Checks on you frequently and keeps taking your temperature

Has alarms on his phone each time period you’re supposed to take more medicine and feeds them to you himself

Nihil

When he’s sick:

He denies, denies, denies he is unwell

Finally he succumbs and lays down, exhausted and claims he “doesn’t know what’s going on”

Once he actually lays down he admits he might be sick and acts like a baby

Gets a little more grumpy than usual because he doesn’t know how to communicate his needs while he’s feeling bad

When you’re sick:

Doesn’t want whatever you’ve got so he calls the medical ghoul to come check on you

Buys you a “get well soon” balloon from the store

Keeps asking if you feel better yet

[sassycheesecake]

“Ughhhh…” you groan out in pain, as you lay on your side on the couch, a heating pillow resting on the lower part on your stomach.

Period cramps are a bitch but it’s still better than being pregnant, you’d rather take the pain over pregnancy any day.

Thankfully you have the day off, so you can wail in agony at home in peace, while your boyfriend is at his volleyball practice in Kodaira.

It’s late in the afternoon right now and Wakatoshi should be back soon from training.

Not even five minutes later, you hear the front door unlock and a sweaty 6’3 man with dark olive-brown hair and matching olive-colored eyes walks inside, taking off his shoes and neatly putting them aside and then putting on his slippers.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” The Opposite Hitter asks while he looks for you in your shared apartment.

“I am here Toshi, I am dying.” You call back from the living room couch.

Frowning in concern, he quickly makes his way over to you, breathing out a sigh in relief when he sees you are unharmed. Well at least from his perspective.

“What’s going on? What makes you say you’re dying? You look in a normal state to me.”

Irked by his comment, you reply.

“Well, I am not in a normal state. I am bleeding the size of the Niagara waterfalls and my uterus cramps are killing me. Can’t you end my misery?”

Understanding now what you mean thanks to a prior educational lesson from his team captain Hirugami, he laughs a little bit at your dramatics.

“I love you too much to do anything to you, you know that. You go through this every month though right? And you are still alive and fine whenever it’s over.”

Growling a bit, you grit through your teeth.

“It’s super bad this month Toshi. I feel like Levi Ackerman is slaying the Beast Titan inside of me.”

Reflecting your words, he remembers the advice his captain gave him.

“How about this. You take a nice hot shower and I will order something for us. You want your usual from the Italian restaurant that we sometimes go to?”

Glancing at your boyfriend, you nod while still clutching onto the heating pad for dear life.

Slowly raising yourself from the couch, you waddle in your comfy clothes towards the bathroom for a nice hot shower.

Taking your time, Wakatoshi orders Italian for you, along with some sweet desserts that would help as well with your cravings and ordering some boba tea.

When you walk back into the living room, in your Pusheen pajamas, you almost get teary eyed as you see your favorite food along with a tiramisu, chocolate lava cake and strawberry panna cotta.

What did you do to deserve this guy?

When Wakatoshi walks from the kitchen inside the living room and sees your teary face, he thinks he has done something wrong.

“Did I do something wrong? Do you not like it?”

“Waka… W-Wakatoshi t-this is so n-nice.” You let the tears stream in happiness, your hormones going crazy.

Perplexed by your behavior, he sees you walking towards him and you give him a big hug while soaking his shirt with your tears.

“Eat something my love, afterwards we’ll watch some more of ‘Twenty Five, Twenty One’.” The brunette suggests.

You cry even harder at your partner’s sweetness and soft-heartiness.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @darthferbert

[pablitogavii]

Request: The reader is sleeping over at Gavis and gets sick throws up. When Gavi tries to help her she gets angry because she’s embarrassed and tells Gavi to leave but he stays and helps her. Also love your writing. and Thank uuu ❤️❤️

I'll change it a little bit but hope you like it :)

Period Problems

"Welcome nena" Pablo opened the door for you and you smiled seeing him in that comfy white hoodie and messy hair.

He looked so adorable right now..not that he is not hot in his Barça kit but there was something special about Pablo in his home clothes.

"Let's watch the movie!" you came inside rushing to the sofa plopping down while he giggled nodding his head turning the TV on before sitting besides you. You were having stomach aches for the past few days but hoped they would subside when you took Tylenol.

"Wanna come here nena?" Pablo opened his arms and you smiled nodding your head and moving closer nestling in his arms comfortably blushing a little since he was only your friend..but you both knew there was more to that. He even told you are the type of girl he would want for his girlfriend and he made sure you knew tonight was a date.

Cramps were only getting worse the longer you waited so you tried pulling your legs up to help it but it was useless. This was just your luck! Is it possible that your period is starting this early!? And during your date too! Ugh!

"Um..I have to use a bathroom. Can you pause it?" you say when you weren't able to hold in the pain any longer and he nodded as you quickly rushed upstairs. Pablo was kind of worried when you weren't coming out for a few minutes so he walked up knocking on the bathroom door.

"Nena? Are you okay?" he waited for your answer but all he could hear were light sobs which made him freeze thinking he had done something wrong. Did he push you too far? Maybe you weren't into him like he thought you were?

"Y/n please, can you open the door for me?" Pablo's voice was soft and he wanted to do anything in his power to make you feel better. You slowly opened from where you were sitting on the floor holding your knees to your chest suffering horrible pains.

'Bebé, what's wrong? Did you not feel comfortable with me holding you? Was I too forward? Please tell me preciosa.." Pablo said moving a strand of your hair behind your ear and your heart swelled at his words. He was so sweet..díos!

"No! I liked you holding me Pablo..it felt..um nice" you said shyly about to smile but another wave of pain hit you and you could feel your period starting soon which made you so embarrassed.

"So what's wrong then nena? Is something hurting you?" Pablo noticed the wave of discomfort again on your face and how your cheeks turned a dark shade of red at his question. He was very confused but also very worried about you.

"No..um yes..well, it's complicated...I think I need to go home now" you said about to get up but your cramps wouldn't let you move as you winced returning to the previous position.

"Please, tell me what's wrong..I want to help you" Pablo kneeled in front of you noticing that it was your stomach you were holding so he deduced that must be what was hurting you.

"Pablo, you can't exactly stop this..it's um kind of a girl thing?" you hinted and it took the boy a few seconds to comprehend before opening his eyes wide upon realizing what you meant. He heard about periods before..he has an older sister duh!

"Way to ruin a first date huh?" you joked but were kind of disappointed thinking he must hate you right now which was definitely exaggerated.

"It doesn't need to be ruined nena..I can go look into my sister's bathroom for the pads and if she doesn't have them, then I'll go buy some quickly and come back...that way you can stay the night still?" Pablo said and you were a little shocked that he was so understanding making sure you don't feel embarrassed for something that's out of your control after all.

"You would do that Pabs?" you said and he leaned in kissing your forehead before jumping onto his feet.

"I'll be right back nena!" he said jogging to his sister's bathroom coming in the matter of seconds with three different version of pads. Aurora stocks then just like you for every occasion.

"Why does she has so many different kinds!? Mierda! Will any of these work???" Pablo said and you laughed being stopped by cramps the moment you tried moving.

"Yeah, the blue one is perfect" you answer and he gave it to you with a smile asking if there is anything else you needed. He again noticed your cheeks getting red.

"Um..I kinda stained my leggings and um need some clothes?" you said looking to the floor and he raised your chin telling you not to worry a thing before rushing back into his room.

"Here are my smallest pair of sweatpants although they will look gigantic on you and your favorite Barça top I own..and um some boxers too..they are comfy" he said blushing a little too and you thanked him before he let you change up on your own time.

"Since when are you this much bigger than me!?" you said while walking downstairs swimming in his clothes practically while Pablo was in the kitchen making you some herbal tea and having heart eyes when he saw you in his clothes.

"You were always a midget compared to me nena..here, this might help too" he said and you smiled knowing he must have googled 'what helps with period cramps?' while you changed.

"I'll try anything at this point, but rarely can something stop my cramps.." you said with a pout taking the cup from him as you both slouched back onto the couch.

"I've seen this tiktok recently.." Pablo said and you smirk teasing him about his new addiction with the app but he ignored you per usual so you asked what he was referring to.

"Some girl said it helps when her boyfriend lays on her stomach..so maybe I can help you?" Pablo spoke and you felt your heart beating faster at his use of word 'boyfriend' in that sentence.

"Um..boyfriend?" you say shyly and he smirk raising your chin up and placing his lips to yours like it was the most natural thing in the world..you loved how spontaneous and natural it felt to kiss him.

"Now nena..lay down and let me help you as your boyfriend hm?" he said and you blushed nodding your head and doing as he said feeling the weight of his head on your lower stomach instantly relieve the residual pain you've been feeling.

"How is that?" he asked after a few minutes looking up and you gave him a sweet smile. Pain was still present but it was definitely not what you were focused on right now..he was your boyfriend for real this time! You felt so happy!

"Um..it's good..still hurts a little" you answer and he asks where it is that hurts so when you showed him he raised up your (well his hehe) shirt and started massaging your stomach with his large hand which send you into a trance making the pain completely disappear this time...this was the first thing that actually worked!

"I can tell that's working..I'm so glad mi nena bonita" he said smiling and pecking your lips a few times which besides feeling strange also was the best feeling in the world. Wearing his clothes, being in his arms and having him massage my cramps away..I was in heaven!

"Mmm más besitos!" you whine when he pulls away and he smirks making your blush again..you were so hooked on those kisses right now.

"Your wish..my command mi amor" he said kissing you again for a few minutes before pulling away and kissing your stomach which made butterflies swirl around.

"Now let's finish our movie while I keep massaging you.." he said and you nodded in agreement resting in his arms underneath the blanket with your back glued to his strong chest and his large hand went underneath your shirt again continuing to relieve your pain for the rest of the night.

I know it wasn't exactly what you asked but I hope you like reading it :)

[thecomfortgoth]

Tw: talk about periods and being sick, talk of cramps and feeling sick, talk of just general yucky feeling when sick or having a bad time with your monthly cycle

18+ MDNI

This was absolutely a self indulgent write a few weeks ago when I was sick AND on my period at the same fucking time, but I had not been able to stop thinking about how The Boys (tm) (this means Eddie, Steve and Billy on my blog) would be when you’re sick or having a rough time with your monthly cycle.

Also quick note to say that anyone who has any negative comments or opinions about anything I write (unless it’s genuine constructive criticism) or any of The Boys (tm) , they will be deleted and blogs will be permanently blocked. If you don’t like a character or how someone headcanons them, you don’t have to interact. Please just scroll along.

Pls also accept this as my “I’m sorry Peeping Tom Part 3 is so so so so dreadfully terribly fucking late” offering (I promise it’ll be out soon, I just need some time to work on it and have a lot of work at the moment)

There do be headcanons under the cut~

Steve would be so sympathetic, he’d be all over you the second you mentioned it, showering you with affection and asking you what you need every 5 minutes because he’s so worried about you. He’d be ushering you into your bedroom and grabbing you some comfy pyjamas to change into. He’d be grabbing you a blanket and tucking you in, making you your favourite food (if you can stomach it) and laying with you while you watch any kind of crappy TV you desire. He’d bring you chocolate or candy or any favourite snack of yours and make you hot drinks, kissing your warm flushed cheek every time he came into the room and telling you that you’re still his perfect angel, even if you’re grumpy and moody. He’d be rubbing your belly and your back, telling you he doesn’t care if you have squidgy bits or rolls or stretch marks, he wants to help you feel better and if this does the trick? Then by god hes doing it. He’d maybe even go as far as kissing every single little silvery mark on your skin while he lays on top of you and lets you use him as a heated weighted blanket, your fingers in his perfect hair as you play with it and gently wind it around your fingers absentmindedly. Steve doesn’t mind one bit and will lay there all night if he has to.

Eddie at first, would panic, because he has absolutely no idea what to do. It’s only ever been him and Wayne, and he’s never really had to look after someone when they’re sick or in pain. If you’re on your period, he’d be going to the store to grab you any supplies and may be a little shy about it, but he’d do it anyway because he knows you need it. He would definitely forget to ask you what tampons/pads you normally use, so would end up buying one of each, coming home out of breath and all sorts of discombobulated, clutching them in his arms saying he’s sorry but he just wanted to make sure you were prepared (it makes you giggle when he’s breathless and dramatic all “I didn’t wanna be that guy who texts and asks something stupid like ‘what size pussy you wear’ while I’m in the middle of the fuckin’ pad aisle!”) He’d run you a nice warm bath or a hot shower at least, letting you relax in the water while he sits outside the bathroom door (because he understands you might want some privacy) with his guitar, serenading you softly with some of your favourite songs. Afterwards he’d take you into his room, giving you one of his old band T-shirts to wear as pyjamas, drying off your hair for you and getting you all comfy on his bed, making you a little cosy nest, cuddling you close while you listen to some quiet music and he lets you doze on and off on his chest, playing with your hair and giving you forehead kisses. He does worry a little every time you wince or groan, but he shushes you and runs his fingers through your hair, reassuring both you and himself in the same breath.

Now Billy, he’s dealt with this before. He does have a sister and a stepmum after all. He just knows that you’re probably going to be a little moody and easily irritable if you’re on your period, so he is super super careful about what he says and does, lest he feel your wrath (and because he just doesn’t want to upset you deep down). He’ll immediately grab you a hot water bottle and make sure you’re keeping hydrated, constantly filling up your cup or bottle as soon as he sees you only have a couple sips left in it or scolding you very gently if you don’t drink enough, trying to make you see the importance of it. He’s a man of few words normally, (especially after all the therapy and healing and also meeting you, he’s just much calmer and more peaceful now) but if you get a little upset or sad, he’ll be right there reassuring you that he still loves you and that you still mean the world to him while he lets you play with his hair, something he never lets ANYONE do. He’d be carefully watching you for any kind of change in your expression or noise or twist in your body as you try to get comfortable, and as soon as he does notice it, he’ll be getting up and soon appearing with exactly what it is you need or moving you into a more comfortable position while he wraps his arms around you and snuggles you. It’s honestly so surprising to you to have someone who just knows what you need and when you need it, you’re a little taken aback by it, but in a good way. He’ll hand you things you need with a small smile, shrugging and blushing a little as he tells you it’s no big deal, but secretly he’s super proud of himself for just being so intuitive, picking up on your mood etc easily and putting things he’d learned in the past to good use, he loves to take care of you and would do literally anything for you when you’re sick or in pain.

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

Period

jj maybanks daughter, y/n maybank, got her period in their new house after going full kook. her aunts, sarah and kiara, help her.

warnings: blood, cursing, crying

you woke up with a feeling in your stomach like never before. almost like a squeezing. you thought nothing of it because you hadn’t felt good the past 2 days. 

you pull the covers off your new bed, in your new house, to see a pool of blood spilling all over your sheets. the pogues finally pawned off the gold and bought a huge house to live in together, you got your own room, of course. 

you knew this day was coming, however, now, was not a good time. you were up before everyone else, considering they had a long day before of moving in and buying furniture. that gave you enough time to change your clothes and wash your sheets, and to take a pad from kiara or sarah. 

you stripped your bed and threw your sheets in the wash for the second time in 3 days, along with your clothes. you made sure to stain stick them before, of course. 

you sneak into the bathroom to grab a pad. your goal was for no one to find out. they haven’t talked to you about getting your period, so you didn’t think much of it anyway. 

once your back in your room, you hear a knock on the door. “hey, y/n, it’s me” jj maybank, your dad whispered through the door, making sure not to wake anyone else up. 

“uh…hold on” you said moving blankets over your bed so he wouldn’t realize they didn’t have sheets. you open the door to see him leaning on the wall. 

“how’d you sleep in your new , huge, might i add, room?” he asked giving you a smile.

“fine.” you said. you didn’t know why but something about how he said it annoyed you. 

“what’s wrong?” he asked sincerely 

“nothing, god.” you said back rolling your eyes. he walked away after giving you a look. you instantly felt bad for having an attitude with him. you closed the door and started to cry. 

after a few minutes, you walked downstairs to apologize, your face was puffy from crying.” 

“what happened?” he asked, concerned.

“i’m sorry,” you cried, “i was so mean to you.” he pulled you next to him on the couch.

“it’s alright, i forgive you.” he was still suspicious of the crying, you always talked back to him, and don’t feel bad.

“how did you sleep last night?” you asked, looking up to him, while still hugging him. 

“pretty good, i love my new mattress.” he said, excited that you asked. you two sat there and cuddled until the pogues woke up. 

“hey j, hey y/n/n” sarah said, holding john bs hand walking down the stairs. 

“hey,” you both answer 

“sooo… are we going on the new boat tonight? HMS pogue two thousand?” jj asked smiling. 

“hell yeah” john b answered 

all the pogues sat down except kiara, she was busy making pancakes. they talked about there new rooms and house, and memories they made finding the gold. 

“i wish we didn’t have to work” pope said rolling his eyes. 

“we need to keep the income, baby” john b said with a grin on his face.

after they ate breakfast, the got ready to go. you didn’t know what to do about a bathing suit, you didn’t want to bleed, but you didn’t want to use a tampon. 

“i think i’m just gonna sit this one out,” you said walking down the steps to the rest of the pogues ready to leave. 

“aww why?” sarah asked.

“idk i just don’t really feel good” you admitted, looking down at your fiddling hands. 

“i feel like we shouldn’t go unless all of use are going.” pope said 

“that’s what i was thinking,” kie added.

“maybe we can go tonight if your feeling better, go ahead and rest.” jj said, concerned.

they all sat back down on their comfy couch, sarah cuddling with john b, pope on the other side, leaning against the arm, and jj and kiara in separate chairs. 

“what’s wrong with her?” john b asked jj, with a raised eyebrow, his fingers still in sarah’s hair.

“idk, earlier she said something with an attitude later then started crying about it, then came and apologized.” 

“weird, she always has an attitude.” pope said, focused on his phone. 

“yea idk. she was also up super earlier and making a racket.” jj added, shrugging his shoulders.

“she hasn’t felt good for a little, right?” kiara asked, making eye contact with sarah. 

“yea, i don’t know dude” jj said, a little concerned but trying not to let it get through to his friends.

“kie, can u help me with something real quick?” sarah asked raising her head from john bs thigh. 

“yea im coming.” they walked up the steps, and passed the washing machine, seeing that it was done. “i wonder what they got in there, we literally just moved” kiara said. she  had a feeling, but she wasn’t going to say it until she was right.

they looked at eachother. “i wonder why she didn’t tell us,” sarah frowned. “should we say something?” she added. 

“yea, she needs to know we’re here for her.” they walked the long hallway to her room, knocking on the door.

“can we come in? it’s me and kie” 

“i guess” y/n replied 

“is there something you want to tell us?” kiara asked, looking genuine” 

“nah” you lied.

“y/n, we know,” kiara said.

“oh. yeah, whatever” you said trying to act nonchalant. 

“we can help you, you know” sarah said, placing a hand on y/ns shoulder. “i’ll be right back,” she left the room 

“it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, if that’s the problem.” kiara said to y/n, her clearly being uncomfortable, even though it was only her aunt. 

sarah came back a minute later with a heating pad. “if you start to get crampy, you can use the heating pad.” she placed it on your bedside table, sure to not let it fall. “there’s pads and tampons in our bathrooms, we can get you some to put in here,too. would you want that?” y/n nodded her head, grateful that her aunts helped her.

“do we have to tell my dad and uncle jb and pope?” 

“not if you don’t want to, but they can help,too” sarah said, patting y/ns back.

“nah, it’s alright,” you said, giggling. 

“if you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask us. do you want us to put your sheets in the dryer?” kiara asked 

y/n nodded her head and took sarah up on the heating pad. “maybe if you feel better we can get on the boat and just not swim.” sarah told her. 

“that’s fine” y/n said laying down. 

[justabigassnerd]

First Period

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,653

Warnings - periods (not that it should be a warning), mentions of pain meds, reminiscing of Goose and Carole, mentions of death

Summary - not long after turning thirteen, your period strikes for the first time, thankfully you've got your dad by your side

A/N - whaddup y'all it's me with a new fic! This was an anon request and I was given the freedom to pick between Jake or Bradley and I chose good ol' Rooster bc I had a better idea in my head about how Bradley would deal with this kind of situation so yeah (plus I write Hangman daughter fics a lot I needed to give Roo some love) I'm not ruling out doing this kind of scenario with Jake I just might need some time to think on it. Anyways I'll stop rambling. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

When it came closer to your birthday where you’d be turning thirteen, your dad decided to sit you down and talk to you about periods. At first, you had been embarrassed about your dad sitting you down and lecturing you about the female body. But you were grateful when you had a moment to think about it. Since you had no mother figure in your life, having your dad take the time to help you understand what changes your body would go through when you hit puberty meant a lot. You knew most dads would shy away from this subject, but your dad tackled the issue head-on and answered any question you had to the best of his ability.

When the weekend came, Bradley took you to the nearest shop and took you to the aisle that sold period products. He helped you pick out what you needed and didn’t make you feel pressured to pick any type of product so when you picked up a packet of period pads he simply grinned and picked up a couple more of the same packets insisting that it was always good to be prepared and put them in the basket. He heard an elderly woman who was browsing the shampoo behind him utter a few choice words about how Bradley shouldn’t be doing what should be the mother’s job. Bradley knew he should’ve ignored it to set a good example to you, but he took too much pleasure out of turning around and stating that he was a single father and watching as the woman’s expression quickly shifted to one of horror before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you out of the aisle.

Not long after you turned thirteen, your period struck for the first time. You had been getting changed in the morning when you saw the blood staining your pyjamas. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad, so you changed into some comfy clothes, putting a pad on and chucked a hoodie on before going downstairs to wash some of your clothes, the pyjamas included. As you hit start on the washing machine, a horrible cramp shot across your stomach and you instinctively put your hand there, applying pressure in the hopes that it would help. When nothing seemed to come of you doing that, you dragged yourself over to the sofa and curled up into a ball, tugging a blanket over you after turning on the tv and hoping it would distract you from the cramps.

“y/n/n, I’m home!” You heard your dad call as he enters the house. Since it was a Saturday, you’d been able to get a lie in and Bradley would take himself to the shop.

“In the living room.” Came your muffled reply. Bradley came through the living room on his way to the kitchen and at the sight of you curled up on the sofa looking incredibly miserable, he put the bags of shopping down and was by your side in an instant, kneeling by the sofa.

“Are you feeling okay, y/n?” Bradley asked worriedly, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, seeing if you had a temperature.

“I’m not sick, dad.” You say, a small smile crossing as you push your dad’s hand away lightly.

“Then what’s wrong?” He asks and you shrug as best you can when lying on your side.

“I’m officially a woman now.” You say, giving half-hearted jazz hands for emphasis. It took your dad a second to understand what you were saying but once it registered, his eyes widened, and he sat back slightly.

“Have you taken any painkillers?” He asks, frowning slightly when you shake your head.

“I just wanted to curl up.” You say, wincing when another cramp shoots through you.

“Okay, I’ll grab you some painkillers. Then I’ll unpack the shopping and make you a hot water bottle to help with your cramps. Does that sound like a plan?” Bradley asks you softly, waiting for you to nod before kissing your forehead and standing up. He heads into the kitchen with the shopping before heading to the bathroom and reappearing with painkillers and a glass of water.

“Did you happen to buy chocolate while you were out?” You ask sheepishly, as you take the pills.

“Funny you should ask. I did. I’ll grab it once I’ve sorted everything out.” Bradley says with a grin, ruffling your hair as you lie back down. Bradley enters the kitchen once more and begins to unpack the shopping after putting the kettle on to boil some water. He finishes unpacking the shopping just as the kettle finishes boiling the water, so he grabs a hot water bottle and fills it with hot water. He returns to the living room with the hot water bottle and a chocolate bar and hands you both items.

“Move over a bit.” Bradley says, waiting for you to shuffle over before sitting where your head had previously been, allowing you to rest your head on his leg. You press the hot water bottle against your stomach and relax at the relief it brings you, easing your cramps. You fix your gaze back on the tv once you’re settled and begin eating the chocolate bar, offering pieces up to your dad occasionally.

“Hey dad, can I ask you a question?” You ask, glancing up at your dad briefly.

“You just did.” He grins as you groan at his joke.

“Okay, okay. What’s your question?” Bradley then asks, turning his full attention to you as you roll onto your back so you can look up at your dad.

“How come you know so much about periods? I know that’s a weird question but most of my friend’s dads wouldn’t go near this subject with a ten-foot pole.” You ask, looking up at your dad, who runs a hand through your hair absentmindedly.

“Your grandma taught me all about it when she figured I was old enough. She wanted me to know so that when I had a girlfriend, wife, daughter, whatever, I’d know how to help. She said there were too many men out there who were disgusted by female anatomy, and she didn’t want me to be like that. She said my dad was the best at taking care of her on a rough day, so I vowed to do my best by her. And now I want to do my best by you.” Bradley explains, thinking about Carole and how she raised him to be a model gentleman and now he’d use the knowledge she gave him to teach you how you should be treated by anyone you meet in your life.

“Grandma sounds like she was awesome. Grandpa too.” You mumble, wishing you could’ve gotten to know your grandparents.

“They were. And they would’ve loved you so much. They would’ve spoiled you rotten.” Bradley says softly with a gentle smile on his face as he imagines how his parents would’ve been overjoyed at your existence. He thought about how Goose would’ve taught you how to play ‘Great Balls of Fire’ sitting you on top of the piano as he played the way he did with Bradley when he was younger. He thought about how Carole would’ve doted on you, she would’ve taken you on regular girl nights out and helped you with boy problems, swearing herself to secrecy and not telling Bradley or Goose about anything.

“Am I not spoiled enough by Mav and the Daggers?” You tease, making Bradley chuckle lightly as he shakes his head.

“Your grandparents had their own level of spoiling someone.” Bradley says, remembering how Goose would buy Carole a rose every time they reunited after a deployment. And how Bradley had always been gifted a souvenir that his dad had managed to pick up. His most precious was the toy F-14 that Goose had gifted him when he and his mother went to visit Goose in Miramar mere days before his death. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Bradley turns his attention back to you, smiling down at you as you grin back up at him.

“Are you feeling any better?” Bradley then asks, noticing that you haven’t squirmed or winced in pain in a while.

“A little. I feel off but the pain meds and hot water bottle definitely helped.” You admit, taking another chunk of chocolate and popping it into your mouth after you speak.

“You could always take a nap if you wanted. I know they helped my mum.” Bradley says softly, running his hand through your hair once more. You went to protest but a yawn slipped past your lips before you could get a word out. Bradley raised an eyebrow with a smile and you turned on your side once more, allowing Bradley to freely run his hand through your hair, a technique he learnt when you were little that put you to sleep fairly quickly. Bradley kept his focus on the tv while he ran his hand through your hair, smiling to himself when he heard your slowed breaths, indicating to him that you’d given in to the clutches of sleep.

Bradley smoothed some of your hair out of your face before focusing back on the tv again. His mind began to wander. He thought of his parents and how much he missed them. He thought of how they’d have the answers to parenting that he didn’t. Then his thoughts became more positive when he looked down at you curling further into the blanket and nuzzling your cheek against his leg. He thought of how Carole had prepared him for life as best she could before she passed on. He thought of you sleeping peacefully by his side. And he thought of how he was going to use every piece of life knowledge he was given by his mother to give you the best life he could.

[pinchofhoney]

Hello again!💕 could I request Model! Y/N again with Ben Barnes with prompts:

7. “all i can think about is kissing you when i shouldn’t. you aren’t mine”

9. “how much longer are you going to hide your feelings for me, dummy?”

plot idea: before they dated: they’re longtime friends living in LA and both of them are in a party with friends, both of them are oblivious that they’ve have feelings for each other until one of Y/N friend’s from the runway industry starts making moves on her and Ben gets jealous and accidentally lets it slip that he has feelings for her when they’re alone together and a kiss 😳❤️ I like it to be mostly fluffy with a bit of angst😔

I cant wait to see what you do with this xxx😙❤️

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ben barnes x model!reader

word count: 2.9k

warning: jealousy, fluff with a little bit of angst

summary: It's ironic how after concealing them for so long, feelings can be revealed in just one evening.

a/n: hello, hello!!<33 i'm sorry you had to wait so long, but here we go! i'm not confident about this story, because i don't think i can imagine a jealous ben, but i hope you will be satisfied. thank you for your request!!<3

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Was there anything better than living not even a minute away from your friend? No. Definitely not.

Living across the street from your best friend, Ben, was like a dream come true. You had been close friends for almost a decade, and when it turned out that by moving to this neighborhood you would have Ben at your fingertips, you felt like the luckiest person in the world.

It was a bond that went beyond just friendship. You were like family to each other. You knew that if you ever needed anything, Ben would be right there, ready to offer his help and support. And the same went for him.

You would spend hours chatting on your front porches, sipping iced coffee and laughing until your stomachs hurt. You talked about everything, from the mundane details of your day to your deepest hopes and fears. There was never a dull moment when you were together.

Borrowing each other's clothes was a common occurrence. You loved how you could raid Ben's closet for a cozy sweater or a pair of comfy sweatpants, and he was always happy to lend you whatever you needed. You even had a running joke that you were secretly sharing a wardrobe, since you had so many items that seemed to belong to both of you.

But it wasn't just about the material things. You knew each other's routines, moods, and quirks inside and out. You could tell just by looking at each other if something was bothering the other person, and you always knew just what to say to make things better.

You even had the keys to each other's homes, so you could take care of each other's places when one of you had to leave city for an extended period of time. It was a sign of the trust and respect you had for each other.

But today your biggest concern was getting ready to go out.

As the sun began to set, you paced back and forth in front of your closet, feeling the pressure of finding the perfect outfit for the party you were going with Ben at your friend's house. You had spent the better part of the afternoon rifling through your wardrobe, trying on outfit after outfit, but nothing seemed to feel right.

You pulled out a sparkly dress and held it up to your body, admiring the way it shimmered in the light. But then you remembered how uncomfortable it was to wear and how you didn't want to be fidgeting with it all night. You discarded it on your bed.

Next, you picked up a pair of jeans and a cute blouse, thinking that maybe casual was the way to go. But when you tried them on, they just didn't seem to fit right. The jeans were too tight around your hips and the blouse was too baggy in the wrong places. You groaned in frustration and threw them onto the pile of clothes on your bed.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. You knew it wasn't a big deal, but you couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. This was just a party, after all. You didn't need to stress about what you were wearing. But as much as you tried to convince yourself of that, you couldn't shake the feeling that you wanted to look good.

You scanned through your clothes once again and finally landed on a long, flowing skirt and a simple tank top. You paired it with some strappy sandals and stood in front of the mirror. It was a comfortable outfit, but was it too plain? Would you stand out among the other guests? You couldn't tell.

You sighed and flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe you were overthinking this. Maybe it didn't matter what you wore. But you couldn't help but feel like it did matter. You wanted to make a good impression on Ben and look your best in front of him, without giving away the fact that you had feelings for him.

After a few minutes of deep thought, you stood up and walked back to you closet. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and picked out a cute white sundress. Your favorite. You slipped it on and twirled around in front of the mirror, admiring the way it flowed around your body. Maybe it was a bit boring, but you loved it and Ben liked this dress too.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice the time passing by. That's when Ben's sudden voice rang out from the bottom of the stairs, informing you that you were running late and had to leave now.

You let out a small yelp of surprise and rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process. “I'm coming, I'm coming!” you called out. Struggling to keep pace, you hurriedly made your way out of the door, desperately trying to avoid being left behind, as Ben was already waiting outside.

As you stepped out onto the front porch, the rough texture of the doormat beneath your bare feet made you realize that you had forgotten to put on your shoes. You let out an annoyed groan and hurried back inside, taking care not to trip again, this time on the polished wooden floor. The last thing you wanted was to fall flat on your face and ruin your chance to hang out with Ben.

You quickly slipped on your favorite pair of sneakers, knowing that keeping up with Ben's fast pace and dancing on the party would require comfortable footwear. You didn't want to risk blisters or sore feet this night. After all, you had spent enough time walking around in high heels on the catwalk to know that looking good was important, but comfort was even more important.

With your sneakers securely on your feet, you raced back out onto the porch, eager to catch up with Ben and start the night's adventure.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” you panted. “I couldn't decide what to wear.”

Ben chuckled and gave you a quick look. “Well, you look great in anything, so no need to stress,” he said, making you feel a little bit shy.

You let out a breathless laugh, feeling your heart racing at his compliment. You couldn't help but notice the twinkle in his eyes, the way his lips curled up into a smile, and the slight flush on his cheeks that always appeared when he was around you. It was as if he knew exactly how to make your heart skip a beat.

“You're not looking too shabby yourself,” you replied, trying to mirror his teasing attitude.

Ben grinned, the playful glint in his eyes making your stomach do somersaults. “Why, thank you, kind lady. I do try to look my best,” he joked, making you laugh.

As you and Ben made your way towards the door, he naturally put his arm around your waist. Your friends often teased you both about acting like an old married couple due to living so close to each other, but this gesture felt different. When his touch met your skin, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You tried to shrug it off, attributing it to just nerves, but deep down, you knew there was something more there. Despite being friends for years, lately, you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something different between you two.

The party was just a short walk away, but it felt like an eternity and even talking did not make the time go any faster. You could smell the scent of his cologne and feel the warmth of his body next to yours. You wanted to stay in that moment forever, but soon enough, you arrived at the house and the party was in full swing.

The moment you stepped inside, the thumping bass of the music hit you hard, signaling that this party was going to be wild. Your friend had promised it would be a small gathering, but it was clear that he had underestimated the turnout. The air was heavy with the scents of alcohol, perfume, and sweat, making it hard to breathe. You looked over to Ben, hoping to find some comfort in his presence, but he was quickly whisked away by his closest friend into the sea of people.

Despite the chaos around you, there was a sense of familiarity that brought a wave of nostalgia. It reminded you of your college days when you went to parties like this every week. Memories flooded back, and you couldn't help but smile.

As you weaved through the crowd, you felt the occasional brush of someone's hand against yours or the whiff of someone's cigarette smoke. It was overwhelming but exciting at the same time.

Eventually, you made it to the kitchen, where the crowd was a little thinner. You poured yourself a drink and turned around, only to find your friend from the fashion shows walking towards you with a drink in his hand. His eyes lit up when he saw you and you couldn't help but feel a little flutter in your chest as he closed you in a tight hug, being careful not to spill your drinks. You can't remember the last time you saw each other off the runway.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. The most beautiful woman in the room,” he said, his voice laced with flirtatious charm.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, knowing this was just his usual banter. “Oh, please, you're just trying to butter me up,” you replied, playing along with his teasing. “Hi, Josh.”

He grinned, showing off his perfect smile. “Maybe I am. But can you blame me? You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said, his eyes twinkling with admiration.

You couldn't help but giggle at his flattery, feeling your nerves settling down in the crowded party. "Well, thank you," you said, taking a sip of your drink. “I guess I can't blame you for having eyes, right?”

Josh chuckled, leaning in closer to your ear. “You know, I've been meaning to ask you something since it's been a while since we've seen each other,” he said, mischief in his voice.

Curiosity piqued and you raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? What's that?”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

You felt your eyes widen, surprised, by his sudden question. You slowly shook your head. “No, not at the moment,” you replied, trying to keep your casual tone. The truth was that you wished you had a different answer.

“Good to know,” Josh said, smiling warmly at you. “Because I was hoping to steal you away for a dance.”

You grinned and shrugged your shoulders. “I don't see why not.”

Josh's hand felt warm against yours as he led you onto the dance floor, and your heart was racing with excitement. As soon as the music began, he pulled you close, and you felt his breath on your neck. You couldn't help but feel a little giddy at his attention, but at the same time, your mind kept drifting to Ben and how you wished it was him dancing with you now.

Despite your inner turmoil, you tried to focus on the present. The beat of the music pulsed through your body as Josh pulled you closer, and you felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you could feel the muscles in his chest and arms tense as he swayed to the rhythm.

He was such an incredible dancer, moving with the beat effortlessly, and you followed his lead, feeling yourself getting lost in the moment. He made you laugh with his witty remarks and teasing comments, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ben watching you from across the room. His jaw was clenched tight, and his dark eyes bore into you, making you feel uneasy. You tried to ignore him and focus on Josh, but the feeling of Ben's eyes on you was suffocating.

As the final notes of the song faded away, Josh's breath tickled your ear, making your heart race. “I think your boyfriend is getting jealous,” he whispered with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at the comment, unsure how to respond.

Before you could say anything, however, Ben appeared by your side, his eyes fixed on Josh. “Mind if I cut in?” he asked, his voice laced with tension.

Josh shrugged nonchalantly, taking a step back. “Be my guest,” he said, his smirk growing wider.

As soon as Josh was out of earshot, Ben grabbed your hand roughly and led you away from the dance floor. His grip was strong, almost possessive, but you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through you. You allowed him to lead you out of the crowded room and into the dimly lit hallway, where the sounds of the music faded away into the background.

You tried to speak, but his steely glare stopped you in your tracks. The tension between you was palpable, and you could feel your heart beating fast in your chest. He stopped abruptly and spun you around to face him, his grip still tight on your hand.

Ben's eyes narrowed as he glared at you, the fiery intensity of his gaze making your heart race faster. You had never seen him like this before; in all the time you had known him, he had never once been angry with you. His voice was low and rough as he spoke, his anger barely contained. “What the hell was that? You were practically all over that guy!” he accused.

Your heart sank at the accusation, feeling hurt and betrayed by his words. “All over him? We were just dancing, Ben,” you protested, your voice tinged with desperation. You hoped to make him see reason, to make him understand that there was nothing going on between you and Josh. “Don't forget that we're just friends,” you added, trying to remind him of the boundaries of your relationship.

But Ben was too far gone in his jealousy to listen. “I saw the way he was looking at you,” he spat out, his words laced with venom. “And the way you were looking at him. I don't like it, Y/N. I don't like it one bit.”

A silence fell between the two of you, and you stared into his eyes, searching for a clue as to what you should say next. The tension in the air was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his emotions bearing down on you.

Finally, he let out a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down. He let go of your hand, taking a step back from you. “I know I have no right to be jealous, Y/N. I know we're just friends. But I can't help the way I feel. All I can think about is kissing you when I shouldn't. You aren't mine,” he said, his voice trailed off, and you could see the hurt and frustration etched into his face.

“I can be, just say you want it,” you replied impulsively, before you could stop yourself.

Ben looked at you in surprise, not believing what he had just heard. “What?” he asked, his eyes widening in shock.

You took a step closer to him, feeling bolder than ever. “I said, I can be yours. If you want me,” you repeated, your eyes locking onto his. “How much longer are you going to hide your feelings for me, dummy?”

Ben's surprise slowly turned into a smile, and he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “I've been hiding them for far too long, Y/N,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “I want you. I want to be with you.”

He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. It was hesitant at first, as if he couldn't believe that this was actually happening. But soon it became more passionate, as if he was trying to make up for all the time he had spent denying his feelings for you. You wrapped your arms around Ben's neck, holding him close as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. This was what you had been waiting for, what you had been hoping for, for so long. And now it was finally happening.

As you both pulled away, you looked up at him, your eyes shining with happiness. Ben smiled at you, his hand still cupping your face. “I can't believe it took us so long to get here,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

You laughed, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. “Better late than never, right?” you replied, feeling giddy with excitement.

Ben pulled you into a tight hug, and you rested your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your ear. “I'm never letting you go,” he whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You smiled, feeling content. “Good, because I'm not going anywhere,” you replied, feeling as if everything was finally falling into place.

[child0feden]

THE RIVER RUNS RED

conrad “ cronos ” lant x reader

♡ general period comfort headcanons for cronos!

୨୧ this is kind of shorter than most of my other stuff but i’m basically writing this for myself right now, i’m in need of some comfort so i figured i’d write for my favourite fellow british person <3

♡ view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: welcome to hell by venom - hollywood main theme by rik schaffer

♡ to be honest, i can see him making a lot of kind of childish jokes when it comes to your period…

୨୧ at first you don’t mind too much but you definitely get bored of them after two days

♡ and once he sees how bad periods really are for you, he quits the shit pretty quickly and wisens up

୨୧ he’s probably not great at comforting you but he definitely tries his best for you

♡ he tells you that actually you’re pretty fucking awesome for being able to like, shed your insides and how he thinks it’s insanely cool you bleed so heavily for seven days and don’t drop dead

୨୧ yeah, definitely not the best at offering comfort but he really tries…

♡ he’s much better at physical comfort than he is verbal comfort!

୨୧ oh you wanna cuddle up in bed because you have cramps? absolutely, let him big spoon you and trace pentagrams on the skin of your stomach

♡ he’ll really stay in bed with you all day if you want to! he’ll cancel any plans he might have, telling friends that something just came up

୨୧ if you want a hot drink or hot water bottle made, he’ll place a kiss on your head before climbing out of bed and going to make it for you

“ y’want a hot chocolate, honey? or maybe some tea? ‘kay, i’ll go make you one, be back in a bit ” ( i just know he makes a killer tea, and hot chocolate! he probably puts whipped cream and marshmallows on top of the hot chocolate, really spoiling his lady )

♡ i can see him having a major sweet tooth so if you ever crave sweets or chocolate, he’s on it in a flash and buying you way more candy than you really need

୨୧ he ends up eating almost all of them himself, shovelling huge handfuls of small sweets into his mouth as you giggle next to him, he’ll shoot you a wink and smirk as he attempts to chew them all

♡ cronos is absolutely the type of guy to ask what size pussy you have when you ask him to go and buy you some pads…

୨୧ he’s also extremely confused when you tell him to get the ones with wings! but he doesn’t mention that, he just nods his head with squinted eyes, silently trying to decide if you’re fucking with him or not

♡ he comes back from the store with WAY too many packets of pads, all different types too…

୨୧ like, he bought enough to last you nearly a year, claiming he just didn’t really know how many you’d need

♡ if you ever bleed through your pants in public, he’s very gentle with you and doesn’t make a huge fuss, he absolutely does not want to draw attention to you

୨୧ he’d just come up behind you and tie his leather jacket around your waist, softly whispering in your ear why he’s doing it

“ you’ve got some blood on your pants, honey… ‘s okay, it’s covered, wasn’t too much ” ( for once, you’re thankful he was ogling your ass and noticed the crimson stain )

♡ and if you get pretty bad leg cramps when out and about, he’ll gladly give you a piggy back home!

୨୧ he probably tries to carry you bridal style first but realises very quickly he isn’t as strong as he thinks and it just isn’t super comfy for you

♡ he keeps a pack of painkillers on him at all times for you, everywhere you guys go together he’ll have a pack of them in the pockets of his leather jacket

୨୧ they’ve come in handy many times and he’s always so smug about it, telling you he’s just so smart and so thoughtful before you shove his shoulder and laugh

♡ another thing cronos is actually really good at doing for you when you’re on your period is running you baths!

୨୧ if you mention to him that you feel gross and sticky and really just want to bathe, he’ll tell you to sit back and relax whilst he goes to prepare a bath for you

♡ he goes all fucking out, lighting cute little tea lights around the bathroom, pouring in ( way too much ) bubble bath, laying out the nicest and softest towels on the radiator so that they’re warm for you when you get out…

୨୧ he definitely sits by your side when you’re in the bath too, unless you don’t want him to! he’ll just sit on the closed toilet lid and smoke a cigarette or read a magazine whilst chatting with you, coming over to wash your hair for you

♡ i can see cronos having no problem with letting you wear his boxers around the apartment! sometimes everything else is just too uncomfortable but you don’t want to walk around the apartment in just panties so he’ll offer up his boxer briefs

୨୧ they’re pretty big and comfortably oversized on you, perfect for period clothes

♡ if you get a little horny on your period, he’ll be all over that… he has no problem getting a little messy but i won’t go into that right now hehe <3

[star-dust-stuf]

The Beatles period comfort hcs

warnings: mentions of blood, vomiting

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

Gogi

oh nawww!

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

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

he always brings you blankets and a heating pad

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

he understands the pain and knows it’s absolutely horrid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ringooo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jon

he is your sunshine, your only sunshine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

top it with a cherry, kiss him

Paulie

bby is so good with that time of the month

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

baby loves you and is always there

[butmakeitgayblog]

😔 I have an AWTR question. What do Clarke and Lexa do when Lexa is having a bad day? The days when she’s feeling weak and tired and achy, not really able to do much, how do they spend those days and how does Clarke tend to comfort her?

(Bonus: how does Clarke feel when Lexa is having a worse than normal day? What’s going through her mind?)

In the beginning, it's subtle things that clue Clarke in that Lexa's having a bad day. Because God knows Lexa never makes it particularly easy. Never wants to inconvenience anyone ornmake anyone worry.

"What's the point? We already know why—"

"That is the point, Lexa," is a very common exchange in the early days when Clarke notices Lexa's moving just a little slower than normal. Rubbing her temples and eyes more. Grabbing the shop's counter to steady herself on off balance feet more. Lexa hates it and gets snippy because she tries so hard to be fine, but Clarke can see it anyway.

Those are the days when Clarke tries to be more attentive, always keeping one eye on the customer and the other on Lexa. Those are the days when she makes Lexa take more breaks, fixes her soup and dry toast she can nibble at that won't upset her stomach and is always refilling her drinks to keep them fresh. She launches herself into doing the clean up and the stocking, practically throwing herself at the ladder to reach things on high shelves before Lexa can even move to do it herself. She just makes it a given, a flow of responsibility between them. Lexa stays on her comfy little seat behind the counter and holds down the fort in that area, while Clarke takes up charge of everything else. They're a team. They got this.

But as things progress, it's less easy to cover up bad days with these little lighthearted patches. It becomes less about making Lexa feel alright in not performing at her best, and more about getting her to accept that doing nothing at all is perfectly ok as well.

Those are the days when Lexa can't really seem to make herself do more then sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the floor. Those are the days when she has to admit in a tiny voice that the room is kind of spinning too much for her to even feel safe on her own feet, much less making it to the bathroom, to the door, down the stairs.

So, once again, Clarke does all the heavy lifting for her. Quite literally, as in, actually scooping her up and carrying her down the stairs. Because Lexa hates being cooped up in her bedroom for long periods. Says it feels "too much like a prison. Like I'm already not a part of the world anymore, when I'm still right here."

And just hearing that kinda breaks something already very fragile in Clarke's heart, so she decided from the beginning that there'd be none of that.

Instead she just carries her downstairs or asks Gus to grab her if he's home (she knows he'd never admit it, but he still likes to feel useful despite knowing Clarke's already there). They can sit curled together in the livingroom watching movies or game shows because Lexa says that what she used to do with her mom on sick days. Sometimes, if Lexa's feeling up to it, they'll go sit on the front porch swing and take turns reading to each other for hours. Well. More Clarke reading to her than the other way around. Because on those days Lexa tends to drift off a lot, taking cat naps right there on Clarke's shoulder as she keeps reading to her in her sleep, one arm around her shoulders while the other holds the book propped open in her lap. And when the day is finally done, she just carries her girl back up to bed.

Clarke tries very very hard not to focus on herself on those days. It's almost easier that way, kind of like going on sort of autopilot. Because when she lets herself think too much about it, everything becomes too real, and this is about Lexa not herself. She can't let herself be selfish. Not on those days. So she buries and leaves it for a better day, should one ever come...

[mentallyshattered]

Everyday Freak of Science: part 4

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

I can't sleep. I'm not used to having to lull myself away, after all- back in the lab, sleepless nights were thwarted with drugs, lightly dispensed into my tank until I was away and dreaming. This is different. I thought the lack of machines I'm hooked up to would make it easier to sleep.

Sigh. I should just get up and change- that's what my roommate's done, after all.

Okay, this outfit... looks great! The gold on the lapels of the jacket, the pale blue vest thing, the comfy pants- oh, I might need to take another potion soon.

The door opens quietly.

"Requiem, I've brought your potion and breakfast. If this is not enough, then you are free to get more portions from the dorm lounge- or the Monstro Lounge, if you have the funds."

"Uh, thank you, Jade."

Oh, thank the higher-ups! He has my potion. And, even better- there's algae on my plate! What a relief. I don't want to eat meat- it's never just been on my tongue, always getting forced into me by a scientist.

I don't want to think about that, so I'll just drink the potion and eat the algae. The potion is surprisingly savory, with a tiny hint of sweet, and the algae is terrible, but it's not meat- not that horrible taste and texture that make me gag, that were always forced down my throat because I could never bring myself to eat them.

Trauma. That's the word. I stopped eating one day, and then I was force-fed, and then I never wanted to eat again. It was always meat.

Admittedly, the reason it was always meat was an excellent one. I can't digest plant matter, though I don't know if that's a species thing or a lab creation thing.

Ugh. I should go and eat.

Ooh, this place is nice! The lighting is ambient, it's not too bright, and there's a big table of food. Sea grasses, algae, and the dreaded crustaceans, fish, and seagull all line the table, piled high atop shiny plates.

I'm not taking any meat. In fact, I'm here to return some. Sure, I can't gain from the plants, but I'm not someone who likes eating meat. I should be, but I'm not.

Whatever. The mullet slides onto the plate easily enough, and nobody saw. I don't need to eat much anyway, right? If I just try, I'll be fine, even with an empty stomach.

Even if it's false, I'm still going to dream.

Okay, I should meet with Azul to discuss my phone. That's a good distraction. Where is that office?..

"Hello, Melanopterus. Is there something you need?"

"Phone."

"Ah, but of course! Here you are. I doubt you'll have time to set it up before class, though... You'll probably have to manage that after or during dinner."

"Alright, thank you."

I ought to go to class.

First period is tiring. My lack of sleep makes it ever-worse, as does my empty stomach. I faint, at some point- my rescuer, the boy who carries me to the nurse's office, is very, very loud. Sebek, he calls himself, but I imagine many call him boisterous. His voice booms. Nevertheless, he carries me to safety, unprompted.

Second period is boring. I remain conscious only by doodling in the margins of the notebook Jade so kindly left on my nightstand this morning, with a pencil he so kindly left with it.

Third period is fascinating. Though I fight it the whole way through, I can still feel nausea building up in my abdomen. I harness that, turning it into focus on the given tasks. Learning about the Sea Witch is more than enough to keep me from going to the nurse, though.

And then, lunch. I'm terrified, to be honest- what if Jade realizes I can't eat plants? What if Azul insists I eat lunch with him to set up my phone?

Oh, no. The nausea is stronger now, stronger now that I can smell the food. Meat- lots of it. I want to eat some, and I want it as far away from me as possible- biology versus psychology, and I can't win.

Turtle grass. I'll take some of that. I was never fed that in the lab. It tastes like something inedible, and it technically is, but I don't care-

Oh, no. The nausea is too much, I'm going to vomit, I need a bathroom, where's the bathroom? I can't keep this down. I can't. Is it here?

I burst into a stall, slam the stall door shut behind me, and release my breakfast and lunch into the water. Gross. But, hey, I feel a little better now.

Crap. I'm hungry again. It's more plant matter or meat. I don't want either one, but I'll go for the pants anyway- what's that sound? Heels clacking on linoleum.

"Requiem." Jade's voice is calm, with an underlying current of barely restrained anger. "What are you doing?"

"N-nothing, Jade, I just, um." He's looking down at me like I'm prey and he's predator. "I-I got nauseous during P.E. a-and it got worse when I ate. That's all."

"Look me in the eye, Requiem." He closes his right eye, leaving only the yellow one for me to stare into. "There we go. Shock the Heart."

Something overtakes me. What is this strange sensation? I feel idle- empty, but in a calm sort of way. It's...pretty comfortable, actually. I could get used to this.

"Why did you throw up?"

My voice speaks without me. For a moment, a brief moment, a surge of panic washes through me- I don't want to answer- and then it is calmed into nothing, washed away with the waves that exist only within me.

"I cannot digest what I have eaten."

Jade's gaze looks disapproving. "What did you eat?"

Again, my voice goes on without me, and the momentary wave of panic flows away as quick as it comes. "I had algae for breakfast, and turtle grass for lunch."

"What can you digest?"

"Meat."

He takes my face in his hands, pulling me into a standing position. "Why didn't you eat the mullet I brought you?"

"I don't want to eat meat."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to."

The spell dissapates. I remain, still and staring into his eye, for another second. Then, he moves.

"Come with me."

His hand is clamped around my wrist, and I have no choice but to do as he says.

[xocontinentaldrift]

monthly report: january 2023

Wowza, I can't believe a month has already flown by. After a rough start of my kiddo getting stomach fly on New Year's Day, I spent most of the month just catching my breath and easing into the new year. It was a good call not to put too much pressure on myself.

Ironically, it was a productive month anyway, with lots of happy-making moments and accomplishments:

Revised about 1/3 of my novel

Took a lot of outdoor open air walks despite the snow and cold

Started to go out for dinner every Friday night with the family

Decluttered a lot of papers and some books

Mastered making falafel in our Instant Pot air fryer

Talked with my best friend on the phone a few times

Spent more time with my parents with my kiddo

Did a little more strength training in the mornings, experimenting with doing pushups everyday (because a few times a week makes it hard to track, it's easier for me just to do them everyday)

Bonded with our new kitty and she seems happy and well-adjusted in our home, and she is so snuggly!

Began getting to bed at a reasonable hour (before midnight is a huge accomplishment for me.)

Participated in some fashion challenges via my favorite fashion forum on Reddit

Read a lot of books

Began planning the little guy's birthday party next week, which is NOT a fun task for me, but I booked the location, put down a deposit, sent out invites, managed the RSVPs. Next up: figuring out food, transport/pickup logistics, ordering the cake, sending out reminders

Bought a nice lounge bed roll from Natural Life that makes my home so much more cheerful, funky and comfy

Paid all my bills!

Trucking along in my Duolingo French course -- I'm determined to finish the Intermediate 1 course by mid-year

However, the month had its difficulties and sticking points:

Some instances of mindless spending

Yelling a few times at my kiddo, especially when I was burned out at the beginning of the month coming off the busy holiday season

Conflict with partner over who does what in terms of house/life shit. The problem is that I feel all the work I do is never seen as the work that it is, it's just written off as "easy" and inconsequential.

Thought it got better at the end, my sleeping patterns were off, and I've begun waking up in the middle of the night. (Thanks, perimenopause!) Gotta figure something out because it really does bite into quality of life.

BORED AT WORK. Can't figure out if the responsibilities, the need for a new direction, or just the drab isolation of working from home in the middle of winter.

Inconsistent exercise when it's sub-zero temps. I mean, part of me thinks I can give myself some slack on this, but it does affect my overall sense of well-being

Having moments of feeling super, super depressed right before my period. It's not even just sad -- it's like my brain just can't feel good in any way, and I feel really despondent and hopeless in a way that doesn't feel right. Sometimes I wonder if I have PMDD. Something to think upon, I guess.

Just that general feeling of being in a hamster wheel, running furiously but with no real movement forward. Spinning my wheels. File it under "existential mid-life malaise."

So that's my roundup of January 2023. Not a bad month, I must say. I'm really looking forward to February 2023's goals and resolutions:

Keep revising my novel! I'm really making a lot of headway at the moment, maybe because I've hit a decent patch of storytelling

Getting ready for my writers group to start up again

Planning my kiddo's birthday party, it's gonna be a banger, lol

An old friend will be in town from London, so I'm looking forward to seeing her

Talking regularly on the phone with my best friend from college

More Friday night dinners as a family

Making myself get dressed in real clothes instead of being in sweats all day -- too easy to do in the winter, for sure!

Focusing my reading on books on relationships, parenting, love and marriage, and also incorporating more fiction

Cleaning out my closet once again and sending a box of clothes to ThredUp

Getting a shoe storage cabinet for my dining room

Getting to bed before midnight most nights -- ideally asleep by 11:30pm, but let's be realistic that this might not always happen

Cleaning out toiletries and makeup bag

Wearing perfume everyday -- I have a lot of scents that I need to use and use up and use out

Making an appointment to meet with a new OB-Gyn -- might delay this till March

Taking walks outside as much as I can

Going out to work at a cafe or some place like that at least once a week

Trying out 2-3 new recipes this month as a challenge. I don't care too much about being the ideal housewife, but for my own sake, I need to try some new recipes

Start re-creating an official website/social media professional presence again...which means paying off Dreamhost, ugh.

Maybe look into estimates for redoing kitchen floor

Start planning outdoor landscaping miniprojects, like planting new boxwoods on my side garden beds

Ok, that's getting a little too ambitious; I'll revise this as needed. Here's to a lovely February full of peace, inspiration, liberation and the divine feminine!

[sweetdreamsbuck]

I think we’re all on our periods 😭 But on a lighter note imagine Bucky walking in on you massaging your hips and he immediately drops whatever it is he was doing or forgets whatever he came to ask you and he’s like “nope sorry bun, that’s my job” and he just showers you with so much love and care and spends the rest of the night pampering you. He thinks it’s a crime that your own body attacks you and makes you not feel good so he’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better.

Anyway, don’t mind my lumby feels. I hope you feel better my love!!!

no because i selfishly think about this every single period 😭😭

he would freak out he's so dramatic any minor inconvenience against you is a grave and serious crime SO ARE YOU KIDDING your period is of the WORST OFFENSE and he would have a special little emoji in his calendar for the week before your period and the week of your period (because he had to prepare himself and make sure he has everything he needs to properly take care of you). so on a day he comes home to find you keeled over and rubbing at your own hips– the hips he so rightfully claimed as his to love and care for and the sole proprietor of being allowed to pleasantly hurt and bruise them– he goes full lumby

"supposed to be my job, bun. what're you doin? lemme love you," and he'd most definitely make you lay against him between his legs, keeping your palms around his thighs or on top of his forearms as his big hands massage soothing circles into your hips and tummy. he'd have a heating pad laying against him pressed right under the curve of your spine where your lower back meets your tailbone, and even though it was practically burning a hole in his stomach from being mended so tightly against him, he'd wear a million if it meant easing some of your aches. oh god and don't even get me started on the kisses he'd leave on your body. he quite literally would kiss every sore inch of your stomach and hip area until you fell asleep any and every time the cramps got too bad to stay awake for

omg and i'm thinking about how early on like maybe your third period that you guys were together and you felt comfy being around him for it that he'd be literally so sweet with his gentle massages, not understanding right away that you needed some firm pressure and he'd be going so gentle that it would tickle a bit and it would make you squirm and use unnecessary energy and he'd get so UPSET and you'd have to giggle through the pain of telling your precious beefy giant that you really need him to use some force i'm literally losing my shit you have no idea how terribly i need this dramatic and loving tree of a man I NEED HIM