#before she didn't think it was a big deal because it was ''just'' migraines

[reginaofdoctorwho]

also i don't think i already posted about it but turns out i'm probably allergic to onions :(

the smell of onions cooking or eating stuff with onions in it triggered my migraines for years but last week i got take out, ate the onions because i was like "these don't smell strong, it shouldn't be that bad" and uh. it was! migraine got triggered almost instantly, my face swelled up and i got a rash on my face, and i had to keep taking the max dose of my allergy meds this whole week just to slow the pain and ease it up

also i just got exposed again because i used the same knife my mom used for onion soup to cut a slit in my pomegranate and i got the rash and swelling in my hands :( luckily i had forgotten about it in the fridge for a while so none of the seeds the knife touched were actually good enough to eat so my face is fine ig? i'll find out tomorrow

[callsigns-haze]

Thank you for wasting my life

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Y/n 'Haze' Mitchell

Summary: He got over you, but your stuck with a part of him

Based of the song: Lavender Haze by Taylor Swift

Warnings: Angst, cheating, throwing up, pregnancy test, mention of abortion, cursing

Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8

"Haze, get up!" Andrea barks at you, grabbing your hand in the process of trying to get you out of bed. You've been going through hell ever since you left but recently it's been getting worse. For the past few days you've been having a fever, throwing up, feeling sick and hit with migraines as if they were trucks.

Your head still hurts but you've been fine for the past three days and now it's your best friend's job to get you up. Andrea was your closest friend, being the only person who has been there for you for years. She was working in the controls tower at your new station and helped you pick an abortion clinic and went with you so that you wouldn't feel alone.

"My head hurts!" You moan as she pulls you more but instead you turn over in bed to the other side burying your head in a pillow as she gives up. "That's because you haven't left this cave in a week! Haze, this is my last warning to get up!" You see as a friend you fear and admire her at the same time, not quite sure if that's a good mixture.

You walk into the bathroom and close the door behind you. Penny said that once you get up she wanted to see you at the hard deck but you really didn't want to go, you avoid that place and area like hell.

You walk to the sink and turn on the cold water. You let it run a little before scooping an amount into your hands and throwing it into your face as a wake up mechanism. You knew you had to get back into shape. You couldn't stay a wreck like this forever.

As you brush your teeth you just stare off into the distance, your mind in a different place, a place unknown and undiscovered. You spit out the minty taste and start brushing your hair.

Your hair was a goddamn mess. Knots everywhere, your hair was filthy and disgusting. You would never manage to get the mess out. Your brush physically got stuck so there's only one answer, shower.

"Truly I think that if they want to deploy us then at least let you get back into shape." There has been a suggestion of deployment and you still had three weeks to agree but truly you don't know what to decide yet. This was a big deal and you were the only one who could make the decision.

"I guess." You weren't keen on talking, for god sake you weren't fucking keen on existing. You felt like shit and acted like shit and here society told you to progress. You couldn't, nothing could heal your broken heart, that you caused yourself.

The two of you fell into silence, overall that was the better thing to do. She continued driving for a bit but a wave of nausea hit you outta thin air. You felt like getting sick at every turn and every speed up barely able to keep it in anymore. "Andrea, slow down." That's all you manage to groan out before she notices how pale you are and instantly pulls over.

"Here, here, I have water!" She hand you a cold opened bottle and you take it as a blessing. You never needed water so desperately, each sip hydrated your chalky throat and made it easier to comprehend.

"Haze you ok?" She was worried, you just turned a full pale at face and weak in luck but slowly began to gain colour. "Yeah, let's keep going." And before you knew it, she was parking at the far end beside the hard deck.

"Andrea, I can't go in there," you let out shaking your head like a little kid in fear. Andrea looked around and saw why you refused to enter, all the daggers cars where here meaning Jake was inside.

"Ok, at least step out of the car, get some fresh air and I'll go to Penny." And that's what was decided. You slowly walk around the parking lot, fresh air making you feel way better then before. You look through some bar windows, the most you noticed in one was Bob's yellow jersey and some of the rest. Maybe a bit more of a sneak peak wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

You make your way to the next window to see the sight that completely breaks your heart. Jake was beside the railing, another woman wrapping around him like some snake, whispering in his ear.

She wrapped one of her legs around his waist, tugging on his jeans. He doesn't even pull her off and that doesn't stand out to you.

He kisses her delicately as she begins to move her lips across his cheek and slowly lowers her lips to attack his neck.Her hands upon his body and she kissed his neck. You couldn't keep looking you had to walk back to the car, but as you walked away tears spilled but somehow your sneak peak managed to get you caught.

"Y/N!" Your name left Jake's lips desperately, he needed to talk to you, he was dying to do so but you just kept walking and didn't dare to turn around. "Haze, wait!" He runned after you as you picked up your pace. "Leave me alone!" You choke out but don't dare to turn, you know if you look at him you'll break apart once again.

"Y-" "What?" You shout at him turning to face him as tears violently spill, as if they could drown people with their strength. "Im-" You couldn't believe he was starting to get more frustrated. How dare he think he'll just start an apology.

"Sorry about what, huh, the chick you were basically fucking against the railing or being a jerk!" You scream that at him, gaining attention from other people who are getting in and out of their cars.

You had a point, what was he truly sorry for, being an ass or for being a jerk.

"Haze, please." He was desperate, desperate to talk to youz explain himself or at least accept faith. For what you just saw, you'll never forgive him and he'll have to deal with it.

"Was I really nothing to you? Was I just a quick fuck. It seems like it because you seem to be way over me now!" Each word left your mouth as your voice trembled and you couldn't contain your anger.

He treated you like you used to treat him but then the two of you were nothing but now you were willing to spend the rest of your life with him but from what you've seen you've began to doubt yourself.

"Baby please-"

"You don't have a fucking right to call me that Seresin! Don't call me that!" You were so mad at him that you felt like a three year old throwing a tantrum. He was about to say something else but your saviour had arrived.

"Leave her alone, Hangman. I think you've caused enough shit today." Andrea appears from behind him and shoved past him. She was pissed at him, she saw the exact same thing yet she'll always be on your side.

She grabbed your arm and dragged you to the car. She wrapped her arm around your waist and placed the other upon your shoulder as you sobbed and she whispered, "Shhhh, it's ok."

"I know you don't want t-" Andrea has been talking you into this since the incident at the hard deck two nights back and you've been living in denial. You didn't want to go through this again, same background same story just seven years later.

"Andrea, no, I'm not taking it!" You've been pacing around the room ever since she has brought it up but you really wanted it to be a lie. This all to be a big fat lie.

"Take the test Haze! It's not a fever anymore, you didn't eat anything bad either so it could be morning sickness."

You never thought you'd be in this situation again. Your whole life is basically repeating it cycle. You get sick before leaving, find out your pregnant, leave and boom you cause hell in your life. You stare at the box of test in her hand and your debating smacking it away.

She had a point though, it's better to know now then find out nine months later but that's what brought you into this situation in the first place, a pregnancy test. "I know your scared, Haze but you have to take it."

Your period was also late and according to normal signs you should be experiencing morning sickness if you were pregnant but there could be a chance against that but you truly doubt it yourself.

"Get me bottles of water."

You've been chugging around two litres of water for the last twenty minutes causing your bladder to squeeze as a bell. You take the tests that you've placed on the counter and read the instructions. They were straight forward, all you had to do is pee on the stick and wait three minutes, you could do that.

You got yourself a plastic cup to pee onto so you could put in the tests and you begin to do your business. You were setting up the timer on your phone as you let the tests slightly marinate, you take the tests out and begin the timer. You sit yourself back down on the edge of the toilet.

Same story, the next three minutes could be th reason your whole life changes.

Truly you weren't that mad at Jake for that chick at the bar. You did leave him after all but it's just the thought that he got back up and moved on so easily was the thing that haunted you.

Even if you were pregnant this time you didn't want to abortion it, you only did it back then because you were too young to have a child but now you kind of want to be a mother but you still think about it in fear.

Your thoughts were broken with your phone vibrating on the marble counter as you pick up the tests. Your legs feel weak, loosing ability to stand up straight, you lean against the wall and sink to the ground. Shit.

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[suugarbabe]

Hey love, would you be open to doing a part 2 for soulmate Theo where reader actually fights someone that hurts him??

I know you have a lot of requests so no pressure or hurry (think this is like my 3rd in the last 2 weeks, im sorryy😭). Remember to look after you x

part 1

You were not often an angry person, but maybe being soulmates with Theo changed something in you. You were essentially boring a hole in the stupid blonde's head that was sitting next to Theo.

You and Theo hadn't quite had the conversation of if you were 'boyfriend and girlfriend' yet, but you both knew you were soulmates and were very much happy with that situation.

While you two haven't directly advertised that you were soulmates, or nearly dating, you two spend every moment of free time together, went to parties together, were basically always seen together. So why this bimbo girl thought she had any chance with Theo whatsoever was beyond you.

Pansy had tried to tell you that it was no big deal, that Theo looked disinterested during class next to her anyway. But when you saw the blonde girl touch Theo's chest after class, all you could see was red.

Before anyone could stop you, you were on top of her, swinging at whatever you could connect with. You had to give her credit, she did try to fight back, pulling your hair and getting a good swing to your ribs.

But you had to give Theo some thanks later, because any contact she made with you felt like a child. You hadn't even noticed you'd broken her nose until you felt warm blood on your cheek after a second blow.

After that all you felt were two pair of arms yanking you upward and away from the girl, you doing your best to flail and fight against their grip before you realized it was Mattheo and Theo.

Once they set you down your huffed, crossing your arms, "Why did you do that, I was going to stop. She deserved at least three more good swings."

Mattheo couldn't help but laugh, "Princess, please. She was bleeding so much she was turning in to a red head."

You rolled your eyes, "Good, blonde definitely didn't suit her. Or did it, Theo?"

Theo was rubbing the back of his head, "What are you talking abou-, Ohh...did you do this because you were jealous?" A smirk appeared on his face before it turned to one of pain, "For fucks sake, did she have to pull your hair that hard? Swear to Merlin 've got a fucking migraine now."

You couldn't help but laugh, "Serves you right. Not only were you blatantly flirting with her in class, but now you get to see how it feels every time you get in a stupid fight with some random kid."

You reached up and poked him in the ribs where you knew she'd hit you. "Bloody hell, y/n, don't do that. Fucking shit," Theo grabbed his side, taking a step back. You jutted out your lip in a faux pout, "Awh, Teddy, does it hurt?"

Theo scowled playfully at you, "You know you're cute when you're jealous." You took a step forward, trying to poke his side again, "Keep it up and I'll find another girl just to make you in more pain."

Theo held his hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay. I'm done. I swear. Only under special circumstances and even then I'll make sure he doesn't touch me."

You smiled at him, grabbing his face with one hand and squishing his lips together. "Good boy," you playfully mocked before planting a big kiss to his squishy lips. Theo actively ignoring the teasing from Mattheo on the nickname you just used.

[mamawasatesttube]

Reading the list of fluff prompts I was struck by a deep desire for “I’m so proud of you, you know that?” from Lois to Kon.

Kon drifts.

Everything is vague, hazy, and distant, lost in a fog; exhaustion weighs at his limbs, although his perception of them is tenuous at best. He'd be content to keep his eyes closed, to fall back down into sleep, if not for this niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he needs to... he needs to... there's someone, there's someone he needs to protect...

Weary, confused, too tired to think, he turns that need over and over in his mind a few times. Pokes and prods it from different angles through the fog. Who is he protecting? From what? And why is his body so, so heavy?

God, he's so tired... Surely he can protect them better after he just... sleeps a little more. Yes. He can let himself drift back into—

And then it hits him. Metallo. Jon. Kryptonite. The explosion.

Adrenaline spikes through his chest, an echo of the metal rod that speared through his ribs a lifetime ago. It takes every ounce of his desperate strength to open his eyes.

The haziness slowly settles into the vague but recognizable outlines of the medbay at the Fortress of Solitude. He's lying on a cot, bathed in sunlight; his head hurts like Bart's in there taking out fifteen espressos on a drumset. In a chair to his right, a tablet computer in hand, is...

"Lois...?"

Lois looks up immediately at the sound of his voice, her sharp eyes softening when she meets his gaze. "Hey, squirt," she says, leaning forward. Her hand is warm against his clammy skin as she strokes his hair back from his forehead. "How're you feeling?"

Kon shakes his head a little, and instantly regrets it as the pain in his temples reverberates back and forth tenfold. "Wh... where's Jon?"

"Don't worry. He's fine, thanks to you. Barely a scratch on him." Lois smiles, but it's wan and slight. She looks tired. "He's with Clark right now. I'm not supposed to tell you, but he wanted to make you cupcakes so you feel better faster."

Fine. Relief floods through Kon's whole body; it's a double-edged sword, though, because as the adrenaline and panic fade, every bit of pain from his... everything... hurts way more. Ow.

God. Kryptonite and then a big-ass building getting exploded and falling on him would do that, but still. Ow. Owie. Ouch. Kon is not a fan of buildings falling on him. Has he ever mentioned that? He's seriously not a fan.

Still. Better him than Jon. That kid is barely fourteen. He doesn't need to be dealing with all this. Thank goodness he's okay.

"He's a good kid," Kon rasps. His throat is dry. Ugh. His head hurts. His back hurts. His legs hurt. Hell, his toes hurt. This sucks. "Ngh..."

Lois smooths his hair back from his forehead again. That's a welcome distraction from the pain, and at least the sunlight feels nice. She's probably here because Clark kicked her out of the kitchen, Kon thinks, and almost smiles at the thought. Still, it's nice not to wake up alone.

"Do you want some water?" Lois asks. She leans over and picks up a bottle from the bedside table that Kon didn't notice until now. "Here." She twists off the cap, scoots forward, and slips a hand beneath his head to help him lift it; her other hand gently tips the mouth of the bottle to his lips. "Sip slowly so you don't make yourself sick."

Obediently, Kon sips slowly. The water is cool and refreshing against his dry tongue and throat, and with Lois's help he drinks around half the bottle before he's had his fill.

A drop lingers on his lips, runs down his chin. Lois sets the bottle aside, plucks a tissue from the box on the table, and wipes it away.

Kon stares at her. She's so... she's being so gentle with him right now. His weary, confused heart skips a beat in his chest.

He takes a shaky breath as she helps him lie back against the pillows. "Lois... 'm sorry," he breathes, closing his eyes against the pain radiating from his skull. Kryptonite always triggers his stupid TTK overuse migraines. Sucks. "For... not getting Jon outta danger."

"What?" Lois sounds incredulous. "You—oh, you Kent boys will be the goddamn death of me, I swear, always taking the world on your shoulders for everyone—" She cuts herself off with a huff. "Conner, you have nothing to apologize for, least of all to me. I'm not—I'm so proud of you, you know that?"

Now it's Kon's turn to be baffled. What?

It's befuddling enough that he opens his eyes to blink at her. Does he have a concussion? What's going on? What did he possibly do to make Lois proud? Like, don't get him wrong, he's thrilled to hear it, but...

Lois pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. "Alright, squirt, listen to me. You did an amazing job keeping everyone safe from Metallo today. Everyone except yourself, at least. I... lord, don't give me those eyes, now. Yours are even worse than Clark's."

What eyes? Kon blinks again, still bewildered. He's just looking at her normally? And he just did what he was made to do, so why is she proud...? What is going on?

"Huh?" he manages, eloquent as ever.

Lois heaves another deep sigh and rakes a hand through her hair. Another lock falls out of her already-disheveled bun. "Look. We can talk about all this later. You need to rest up so you heal now, alright?"

That does sound good. Kon is very tired. And everything hurts. Has he mentioned that his everything hurts? Because his everything hurts. "Mmkay."

Lois smiles down at him. Then she stands up from her chair, leans down, and—Kon's breath catches in his throat—presses a warm kiss to his forehead.

"Get some sleep, squirt," she tells him, fondness clear in her voice. "I'll be here when you wake up. And so will your cupcakes."

"Yeah," Kon agrees, his chest tight. He closes his eyes before she can catch a glimpse of any tears that definitely, one hundred percent, are not forming. "Sweet."

As he falls back asleep, he's still smiling.

[this-is-mycrisis]

Lucy's First Migraine

brainstormed during a bad bad headache, written and edited during a less bad headache; this is my first time in actual years writing fanfic so please be gentle, but i'd love to hear what you think about it!

Summary: It's not Lucy's first migraine, but it's the first time that someone cares that she's in pain. Staring Lockwood being undeniably in love with Lucy, and oblivious to it; George being a supportive and lovely icon; and Lucy being vulnerable in front of her boys. And special guest references to some of my other posts..

Word count: 1394

Trigger warning: migraine and accompanying symptoms, food mention, I think that's it (let me know if I missed something)

Lucy couldn't really turn her hearing off. She's heard things all the time always for as long as she could remember. It could all be very overwhelming and with little to no reprieve it was no surprise to Lucy that she had quite frequent headaches. Constant overstimulation did no one any favors.

While she was no stranger to headaches, she hadn't had a big one like this in a while. And truth be told, that should have tipped her off. Back home she had at least one or two big headaches like this in a month. She'd always had to do her best to work through it though, her mother would never allow for her to stay home because of a little headache.Never mind that these "little headaches" had Lucy on verge of tears and fighting down nausea every time she moved and with every small noise. 

And that is just what she found herself doing this particular morning. 

Laying as still as she could, Lucy cursed the window for not having better curtains. The light was shining right into her eyes and while she could usually turn over to block it out, it felt like her head might just explode if she tried it.

It didn't help that her boys were downstairs making a racket while fixing breakfast and she could hear whispers of visitors out on the street. Not very strong mind you, it was broad daylight, but it was just enough to further her irritation. God how she wanted to be downstairs with Lockwood and George. She wanted her cup of morning tea and her toast, both of which Lockwood would have undoubtedly ready and waiting by now.

"Luce? Are you awake yet?" Lockwood knocked on the door as he opened it. His voice was probably not as loud as it felt to Lucy; still it reverberated through her, and she must have let out a noise with what was meant to be a silent wince, because the next thing she knew Lockwood was knelt by her bedside.

"Lucy? What's happened? Are you ill?" god why was he so loud- she shifted away from him in an attempt to put distance between her and the noise. That was just about the worst thing she could have done and the tears that she'd been doing her best to stave off started rolling. " 'S too loud" she managed.

Lockwood perched himself gingerly on the edge of the bed and only hesitated once before placing the back of his hand to her forehead. "You're feverish..." Lucy wanted to tilt her head away from him but the outside pressure felt nice- and also that would have hurt more so she just laid there and cried.

"Mmm head hurts" was all she was able to get out, and that was almost unintelligible. Lockwood sat with it for a second before seeming to piece together what was wrong. 

As much as he couldn't turn off his sight, he figured the same would be true for Lucy’s hearing, but never stopped to think what the consequences of that might be. 

"Wait here Luce". His first stop was to dash back downstairs and tell George to halt breakfast preparations where they were, they honestly already had enough prepared for the two of them, and Lucy's tea and toast were already waiting for her.

"Did Lucy decide to sleep in?" George was still facing away dealing with dishes when Lockwood came into the kitchen. "Keep you voice down, Luce has got a terrible headache and sound is bothering her." George whipped around, still elbow deep in soapy water.

"She can hear them still can't she?" "She told you?" "What? No, I just- it makes sense. She's the best at it, she's so sensitive it would make sense that she can hear them all the time." Yes that did make sense. After all, if talking with the Skull for the first time was so overwhelming that she passed out…

"Well either way, we need to make it as quiet as possible inside, even if we can't do much about visitors out on the street. And we'll need to block up that window in her room. Get her tea and toast onto a tray would you? I'm going to get a damp cloth for her forehead- she's burning up." Lockwood was rapid fire listing off things they needed to do to get Lucy feeling well again.

George shook his head slightly, Anthony Lockwood may act holier-than-thou and be brash and want to charge into things head first- but when it came down to it he really did care for his friends. "We'll this'll change the dinner plans, we should probably have something more on the bland side, it'll be better if she's feeling any nausea. That is if she's up to eating at all."

The two set about loading up a tray to take up to their companion. By the time they reached the landing in her room Lucy had managed to scramble herself over to the little bathroom and was laying on the cooler tile with an arm over her face, as far away from the light as possible. And she had done it without throwing up, thank you very much. 

Setting down the tray on the nightstand, Gorge went about blocking out the light and left coaxing Lucy back to bed to the boy who was so obviously infatuated with the prickly girl. Lockwood was knelt a safe distance from Lucy, his hand stretched out as though she were a wild animal. “Lu? George and I have brought you up some tea and toast, just the way you like. You wanna go back to bed and try to eat some?” even though his voice was barely a whisper, the best response that Lucy was able to give was a pathetic whimper. 

The room visibly darkened and Lockwood chewed his cheek and looked over at George; who shrugged his shoulders and went about pulling the blankets and sheets in effort to make it comfy for their friend. “Okay Luce, I’m going to lift you okay? Just to get you to the bed. George has got it nice and comfy, I’ve got a cool cloth for you. It’ll be much comfier than the floor” the best he could get out of the prone girl was a pathetic half nod that pulled another groan and more tears from the girl. So, heart breaking at the thought of causing Lucy more pain, he lifted her shoulders, mindful of her head. 

“Can you stand with me darling girl?” From his spot across the room George shot Lockwood a bewildered look mouthing “darling girl?” at his back. Lockwood had managed to get a half limp Lucy to lean nearly all her weight against him. Very slowly and very quietly he managed to shuffle them back to her bed. “Thanks.” Lucy’s voice was still low and she spoke as if it caused her pain, her eyes were still screwed shut, but she didn’t seem to be crying anymore. George tucked a few pillows around her, making sure her head and neck were supported and that her shoulders were even. Lockwood pulled the sheet and the thinnest blanket over her. 

She was definitely already asleep, no time for tea or toast then. No matter, Lockwood would make her any number of cups of tea and plates of toast, however many times she asked for more. George gestured that he was going to go back downstairs and Lockwood nodded. For a moment he just sat at the edge of her bed, looking at her. He had said once, that he and George would look after her, and he meant it. Seeing now how much pain her talent, her gift, he would be sure to pay more attention in the coming days to see how she recovered. He would be paying attention to potential triggers, though there wasn’t much he could do about the visitors. He swore that he would always be there after a case to take care of her. 

Placing the cool cloth on her forehead, he settled in on the floor, keeping watch over the restless girl. And if he was still there later that evening, rather early the next morning, when Lucy finally woke up and was able to speak, that was no one’s business.

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“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?” with anarcia

Remember when I said I had pupaphobia/pediophobia the other day? Well, this is me projecting my own weird phobia onto Anetra. (Because that counts as exposure therapy, right?) Also, there's a Jankie cameo here!

Quick PSA: Don't fake a migraine to get out of dealing with your fears.

"Oh I see, is someone a little scared?" Marcia turned from their side of the room they were working on after Anetra asked for the fourth time if they could switch rooms with someone else.

Anetra sighed as she turned away from the box of extra porcelain dolls in the closet. "It's a really stupid fear. I've had it since I was a kid."

"Why didn't you tell me before? You've known about my fear of spiders since we moved in together." Marcia said as they gave their girlfriend an empathetic look as they closed one of the boxes labeled 'To Be Sold", and sat next to Anetra on the floor.

She shrugged, "It's kinda hard to tell people that puppets and dolls are too creepy for me without getting laughed at." she said quietly, so Marcia's family in the house wouldn't hear.

"I'm never going to laugh at something that scares you, Netra." they said as they reached over to Anetra's hand and laced their hands together.

Anetra looked at the box again, piled with the dolls that she could hardly get through. The ever-staring eyes and the slightly open mouths of the dolls never settled right with her. It wasn't a fear that she had to deal with on a daily basis, but it was a little embarrassing to admit to others.

"Why did your great-grandma have to have a collection of dolls? Why couldn't she have, like a pottery collection or something?" Anetra asked, gesturing to the display on the wall.

"No idea, I barely knew Grandma Connie." Marcia shrugged. "She only sent money to Jan and I on our birthdays and sometimes sent Christmas cards."

After a few moments of comfortable silence, with Anetra resting her head on Marcia's shoulder. They both heard some of Marcia's family members in the hall, passing down full boxes.

"I guess we should get back to work. There's still work to do for the estate sale tomorrow." Anetra said as she kneeled and dug through the box, trying to get through it as soon as possible.

Marcia smiled as they kneeled next to the redhead, looking through the box as well. They heard Anetra sigh and curse under her breath once she reached closer to the bottom.

"What's wrong?"

Anetra pulled out a small toy with bright yellow fur and big eyes. "It's a damn Furby."

Marcia felt a shiver down their spine, "That's from my cousin, Lemon. She loved those as a kid, but I still find them creepy."

"Yeah, there's a whole bunch of these in this box." Anetra sighed as she sat in her kneeling position. "It's going to take me forever to get through all this, at this rate."

Marcia gave her a look, an idea suddenly coming to their head "You know, we wouldn't have to do this if you had a migraine right now."

Anetra thought for a moment, keeping her voice low, "Are you suggesting that I fake a migraine to get us out of helping clear out this house?"

Before Marcia could answer, another voice from the hall interrupted them.

"You have a migraine?" They both looked to see Marcia's sister-in-law, Jackie, carrying a stack of hanging clothes.

In a panic, Anetra nodded "Yeah, I get them sometimes."

Which wasn't a total lie, she just didn't have one right now.

Jan suddenly appeared behind her wife, leaning closer to the door frame. "Why don't you and Marcia go home for the day? We can take care of the rest of this room, no big deal." she offered.

Anetra and Marcia shared a look before Anetra squinted her eyes and put a hand on her temple "These lights are getting so bright, I think we should get going before I feel like puking."

After several minutes, the couple made it back to the car, and both started giggling as soon as the doors were shut.

"And I thought I was the actress here," Marcia said in between fits of laughter, kissing Anetra's cheek as Anetra started the car.

[poeticmoonspirit]

These Things I've Done - Part II

Part I Part III Part IIII Part V Part VI

Aang desperately looked to his friends, trying to find a helpful face, but found no one. Even Sokka, who he thought would be on his side, glared at him with an anger he had never seen before.

But what hurt most was seeing the betrayal in Zuko's eyes. He hurt one of his best friends out of spite and anger and he didn't know if the firebender had it in him to forgive him.

The avatar was supposed to be a beacon of hope for the world, he was supposed to help people, yet he couldn't help his friends when it really counted. He glanced at Katara who was making her way into the beach house, and felt sadness tug at his heart. Why couldn't they see reason?

Toph and Suki stood near Zuko, with Suki crossing her arms with a look of disdain etched on her face. Toph has clenching and unclenching her fists, and stomped her way over to Aang. He gulped, bracing for what was to come.

SMACK!

What he didn't expect was to be hit by her. He held his stinging cheek, eyes wide at the blind girl.

"Have you lost your freaking mind?! How could you say that about Katara? About Zuko?"

He couldn't find the words. He just couldn't.

"I–"

"We're all out here busting our butts to train your ungrateful and judgemental ass, and you're just gonna say all of that with your whole chest?" Sokka closed his eyes and pinched his nose in annoyance, a migraine was slowly but surely making a home in his head and he was not happy.

But he was going to let Toph say her piece before he could say what he needed to so he could lie down for a bit.

"What's wrong with you?" She was fuming now, unable to keep her anger at bay.

"I'm – I'm sorry." Toph shook her head.

"I can tell you're lying."

Sokka stepped in, "You know, I have a really bad headache right now, so I'm just gonna say this and go, but what you said to Katara was downright wrong but more importantly, I'm honestly disappointed in you, Aang. I don't know if you remember this, but Katara and I both have the same mother! Are you going to say that Zuko corrupted me too? For wanting revenge against that monster?"

Aang honestly hadn't thought of that. He just didn't want Katara to take the path that would lead to her corruption. He didn't think it was that big of a deal at the time. Was he sorry? Yes. But he wasn't sure if he was sorry for what he said or the consequences of it. He felt bad but he had to remember his ancestors. He had to remember their teachings and spread it to the world. Even if people didn't want to hear them, he knew that the monks were right.

"I–I wasn't thinking of you, Sokka. At the time I was just thinking of Katara–"

Suki spoke, "Do you honestly think she can't make decisions for herself? That she's just some innocent and helpless little girl?"

Aang didn't—he couldn't—do this right now. The comet was going to be here in less than five days and there was so much he needed to do instead of fighting with them on something that wasn't even that important.

"Katara's very powerful, I know that already! I know that she can protect herself!"

"So why do you keep acting like she can't?" Sokka asked, stepping closer to the airbender.

"Because—because I love her!"

There was nothing but uncomfortable silence after that. Sokka pursed his lips, not wanting to break it to the airbender that she was already taken and definitely not in love with the twelve-year-old.

Zuko finally spoke, everyone turning to look at him. "I, well," he rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrassment, "Katara and I didn't want to tell everyone until after the comet but I guess the cat's out of the bag now. We're...together now."

Sokka, already knowing after she spilled it to him a few days ago, sighed. He knew Aang was going throw a fit and frankly, he was tired of having to calm him down.

Aang sputtered, his fists and jaw clenched in anger, "You guys are what?"

The firebender rolled his eyes, "Do I really need to spell it out for you again?"

"No, no you can't—she's mine! My forever girl!"

As angry as Toph was at the avatar, she couldn't help but burst out laughing at his words. "Your what?! You can't be serious!" Suki held in her giggles at the earthbender's antics. Aang glared at her.

"This isn't funny, Toph!"

She was still cackling, "Oh, but it is! Do you—do you actually think Katara belongs to anyone?! That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!"

"But—"

Zuko couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Katara is her own person, Aang. Why do you still not get that?"

Aang was furious now. He wanted to blow the entire world up for being unfair to him. First, Katara became a murderer and now this?! He was done. He had to leave before he made things worse. So he picked up his glider and flew away, escaping yet another mess they had to clean up.

"He—he can't be serious!" Zuko said, struggling to keep the anger in check. His entire body was heated, as if it were engulfed in flames. He always did this! He always left when it was time for him to take responsibility.

The rest of them sat there in anger and annoyance at this turn of events, making a promise to themselves to teach the Airbender a lesson or two. Zuko didn't know about the others but it's safe to say that he'll never forgive the airbender for his actions today.

[walks-the-ages]

Got an anon trying to defend the Avatar 2 movie once again lol, only this time trying to do it from a "holier than thou" stance of ""you don't actually care about people with Epilepsy!"" To cover the fact that they're defending shitty racist garbage that gives people seizures. 🤷

I mean. I literally follow Multiple people on here who can't drive now because seeing Avatar 2 gave them their first seizure in awhilr and had their driving license revoked. 🤷 And I literally had a coworker at my last job have epilepsy and have multiple seizures while on the job, ( but you know. Failed to inform any of her coworkers including that she was epileptic and had abscence seizures regularly despite knowing shes had them at work before up until I was literally about to call an ambulance when she out of the blue stood frozen at the register making repetitive noises and not responding and then acted like it was no big deal to inform me AFTER the fact.

Like. Please. If you are epileptic let your coworkers know and tell them how to behave if it happens when they're around, especially if you have the tonic clonic ones (my worker didn't have them thankfully) because people are uneducated

and fucking stupid from movies and books perpetuating old myths and I don't think you want to wake up from a seizure to find you have a broken jaw from someone shoving their hand in your mouth to stop you from "swallowing your tongue" )

Anyway, the cowardly anon had been blocked now lmao. Here's their Hot Take™:

" Don;t go on about how the mo0vie was bad for people with Epilepsy, only 3% of people with Epilepsy are phtosensitive and its annoyances like who who spread misinformation aboptu how flashing lights are the Epileptics community's biggest fear. The most common Epilepsy trigger is stress and dehydration/overheating but you don't see anyone giving a shit about our mental health or temperature. people like you just like to pretend that you care without actually doing any research."

1) this person is soooooo desperate to defend Racist Movie 2 electric Boogaloo they're going to pretend people talking about the inrony of it including an epileptic character while having seizure-inducing flashing lights for the aesthetic means I "don't actually care about epileptic people". Uhuh, sure.

2) I guess it you're the one of the millions of " 3% of people " with photosensitive epilepsy who has been impacted by the recent trend of big box office movies flagrantly endangering people for the sake of aesthetics when flashing lights are the trigger people are most publicly aware of but STILL choose to use despite knowing full well it's harmful, according to this anon you don't matter!

Apparently no one should EVER talk about the real world harm of having painful flashing lights in movies for the sake of aesthetic when people are aware they're dangerous and taking them out of the movie does it zero harm.

And that's JUST for people with photosensitive epilepsy, what about people with migraines and other photosesitivity disorders?

I literally can't watch the original Alien without closing my eyes or looking away from the screen for minutes at a time because there's so many scenes where it's just minutes of flashing black and white strobe lights. Let alone Avatar 2 in a theater where you can't as easily look away and the screen is so bright you can still see the lights behind your closed eyes lmao.

3) " I don't see ~anyone~ caring about epileptic people's mental health or well being or temperature" okay well, here's the solution: follow more activists then, instead of harassing random Tumblr users who are criticizing your favorite racist movie.

I am not the 'be all end all' of epilepsy rights because I made posts immediately after watching the movie over a month ago, pointing out how shitty it is that James Cameron went out of his way to include flashing lights that are known to cause seizures (and migraines and headaches) despite apparently caring about epileptic people enough to include an epileptic character in his movie-- when NOT including flashing lights would be step one to actually caring about people with Epilepsy.

Just because "only 3% of people are photosensitive"

Doesn't mean that you can say "giving 3% of millions of people who will watch my movie migraines and potential seizures is acceptable for my aesthetics" , especially when you can literally find first hand accounts everywhere online from people who were personally given seizures or migraines from watching this shitty three hour racist movie.

Anyways, stop trying to defend the shitty racist movie to me, and stop trying to pick petty fights in the guise of "activism", if you don't care about the millions of people with photosensitive epilepsy harmed by flashing lights, cool, have fun with that, but I'm not going to throw people under the bus because they're 3% of the population, considering I'm part of a 1% part of the population that's aromantic and asexual lmao.

Using small percentage numbers to make a population of vulnerable people seem insignificant falls apart when you consider that the world's population is currently at 10 digits and counting.

[askunderfamilyfrisk]

Acceptance

(This is part of the canon story for Underfamily. Specifically, this story takes place on the first night when Frisk moved into the skelebros house.)

CW: sensory overload, internalized ableism.

We felt like writing this after receiving a very ableist ask (of which we deleted.) We have diagnosed autism, and do not appreciate ableism being directed towards anyone, regardless of whether they are fictional. There is nothing wrong with being on the neurodivergent spectrum.

Now! Onto the story.

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Frisk couldn't sleep. The couch creaked beneath them with every toss and turn, stiff and frigid in a way they enjoyed for sitting, but not for lying down. Their blanket was too light to give them the stimulation their autism required for proper sleep, nor the warmth they desired in a house surrounded by snow.

But, above all else, they couldn't sleep because of the noise ringing within their mind. Loud, ringing voices, which gave them a migraine.

During the day, it wasn't too hard to deal with. During daytime, there were people to listen to other than the ones inside of their brain. Puzzles to be done. Homework. Cooking. Cleaning. Activities to slip into, to fixate on and forget the world.

But at night, they were too tired to put that effort in, which led them to hear the voices louder than ever.

"Why are they staying with those stupid skeletons anyways? This place is too cold! They could have gone back to The Ruins! Bothered the lady there until she let them back in!"

A gasp could be heard, and the girl Frisk could hear speaking in their mind- Angela - yelped, as if being smacked.

"Papyrus and Sans have been nice to us! You're so ungrateful!"

Frisk made a shushing noise and covered their ears. Slowly, they felt a bubble of shame rise in their chest and lodge itself in their lungs, as they realized how stupid that was. The sound was coming from inside them - they couldn't just block it out.

"...c-can we s-stop arguing p-please? I-I think F-Frisk is t-tired..."

Frisk praised Malo internally, their soul singing a song of gratefulness. He always was the most considerate of their friends.

...

Or, at least...he used to be...before...

...They pulled the thin blanket closer to their chest, hands trembling. Grief bubbled inside of them, washing through them like waves. The tears that fell from their eyes were like the grief sprinkling out with each time it crashed against the shore of their soul.

"SHIT! We made them cry again!" "You mean YOU made them cry!" "p-please...G-Gela, Lulu...y-you aren't helping..."

Frisk desperately squeezed the blanket in their hands repeatedly, trying to use it as a stim toy. But the materiel wasn't right. It didn't squish right. It was too rough...

Frisk suddenly realized just how badly the liquids on their face felt. It was their own tears, they knew that, but it was so gross, gross, gross, gross, they needed it off now.

They tried using their hands, but the teardrops only smeared across their skin, sending a shudder down their spine. The people in their head were arguing, but they were too focused on getting rid of the disgusting tears to care.

They tried to use the blanket, but quickly realized just how much of a mistake it was. The scratchy roughness of the materiel against their face made them yelp, and they tossed the blanket off the couch, bursting to their feet.

They were shaking, their arms and legs were flapping and stomping due to overstimulation, and their face was still wet. It was all too much. They were breathing too sharply and quickly.

They needed something heavy and tight wrapped around them, and they needed it fast. But God forbid they awake and bother the wonderful skeletons who had so kindly allowed them to sleep on their couch.

So, instead of going upstairs, they were digging around the living room. Trying to find anything to help. The couch cushions? No, too big. The spare jackets Papyrus had given them earlier that day? Even all together, they just weren't as heavy as a weighted blanket.

Frisk's vision was getting blurry. They weren't getting enough air in their lungs, and were going to pass out. They shakily forced themself to sit on the floor, their entire body trembling.

Distantly, their friends ...the people in their head were screaming at them, but they couldn't make out what they were saying over their gasping for air, the ringing in their ears, and the pounding of their heartbeat.

Passing out on the floor, with jackets, blankets, and couch cushions scattered around was going to be so embarrassing to explain to the skeleton brothers in the morning.

Their vision was going black, when suddenly, they felt themself get pulled into a tight skeletal hug. The tightness of it was just right. Perfect. It made their body and mind loosen up, each second it went by.

"CAN YOU HEAR ME, SMALL HUMAN??"

The tears on their face were gently wiped off by soft gloves, which they knew belonged to Papyrus. They shakily wrapped their arms around his spine, hoping it would send him the message to not let go. His soul radiated warmth, which Frisk happily bathed in, considering how cold they were.

"I WILL TAKE THAT AS A YES!"

His gentle gloved-hands fell on both sides of their cheeks, lifting their face up towards him. Their vision was cleared enough to just barely make out his kind smile.

Guilt struck through them and twisted in their stomach as they realized their stupid freakout probably woke him up.

"...sorry..." Frisk just barely managed to whisper. It felt wrong, forcing any noise to come out of their throat, especially words. But it would have felt worse not apologizing to him. They always were such a bother...

"APOLOGY NOT ACCEPTED!!"

Papyrus must have noticed how Frisk's lip quivered upon his rejection, so he quickly cleared his throat and clarified.

"BECAUSE!! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE SORRY FOR! WHAT YOU ARE EXERIENCING IS NORMAL! VERY NORMAL!"

Confusion rushed through Frisk like heavy winds. What about flipping out over blankets and ones-own-tears was by any means "normal?" Nobody they knew had ever done that. Just them. They are the weirdo.

Papyrus and Frisk stared at one another, eye-to-eyesocket. Papyrus smiled at them, with an expression of such strong empathy and respect that Frisk had never experienced before, even from their well-meaning parents back home.

"Do you think he's also...yknow..." "You don't have to talk about it like its some forbidden curse, dumbass! Just say 'autistic'! The pause makes you sound bad!" "Well, geez, I'm sorry!" "...p-please stop yelling...y-youre going to t-trigger Frisk again..."

Frisk couldn't help that their eyes went wide. It...made sense. It made so much sense, that they almost wanted to cry again. They ignored the people in their mind, as they continued to argue amongst themselves.

They focused on their own thoughts. Thoughts of Papyrus.

His interest with the Royal Guard was a special interest. His repeated foot-stomp when agitated was a stim. His struggle making friends...his struggle with social cues...the way he took things too literally, or too metaphorically, just as they did...

Was it possible that its true...?

They wanted to ask Papyrus, but without words, was unsure how. So they did the only thing that made sense to them; they pointed at their head with one hand, pointed at his head with the other, and clasped both hands together, as if asking "are our minds the same?"

Recollection and understanding flashed through Papyrus's expression, and his smile grew wider.

"WHY, YES! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, THINK AS YOU THINK! HOW LUCKY WE ARE, TO BE SO SIMILAR!"

That was all the confirmation Frisk needed. They felt tears building in their eyes once again, and hugged him as tight as they possibly could, wrapping their small arms and legs around his spine, as if he were a lifeline. Two of the people in their head - probably Lucielle and Malo - quietly aww'd at Frisk's actions.

Someone was like them. Someone understood. And the best part was, this someone was cool! Not some freak or weirdo, as they always thought of themself to be. He was nice, and gentle, and awesome.

Everything they always wanted to be.

"AH! I SEE THAT YOU ARE OVERWHELMED!! CERTAINLY, IT IS FROM THE JOY OF BEING SO SIMILAR TO SOMEONE AS GREAT AS MYSELF!"

Frisk nodded, giggling and sniffles as they pressed into the warmth of his soul and the comfortable stiffness of his smooth bones. He wiped every tear that fell from their eyes before it could bother them, and gratefulness and appreciation seeped within their soul.

"NOW!! I MUST SAY, YOU SHOULD HAVE INFORMED ME THAT THE COUCH WAS NOT UP TO YOUR STANDARDS! MY LAZYBONES BROTHER MAY SLEEP THERE, BUT THAT IS NO PLACE FOR SOMEONE WITH HIGH STANDARDS SUCH AS YOU AND I!"

Frisk laughed. It was amusing to know that the "standards" Papyrus spoke of were sensory-related and autistic quirks. It gave them emotions they couldn't properly describe, even in thought. The closest word to it they could think of was "validating."

To know someone thought of their symptoms as respectable enough to be described as "high standards"...it gave them a sense of euphoria they knew they'd never be able to compare to anything else.

"LAUGH AS YOU WILL, BUT I TAKE MY GUESTS QUITE SERIOUSLY!...AND YOU ARE A GUEST FOREVER!...OR AS LONG AS YOU SO DESIRE. SO I WISH FOR THE MOST COMFORTABLE OF STAYS, FOR YOUR EXTENDED TIME WITH ME!"

Papyrus blushed, looking away shyly, before stammering on.

"S-SO! I OFFER YOU...A STAY IN MY BED! WITH ME!...ONLY IF YOU THINK IT IS UP TO YOUR STANDARDS, OF COURSE."

Frisk's heart and soul felt as though they leaped in joy. Cuddling with him? In bed? With those big, definitely heavy, soft-looking blankets they had noticed (and craved) during their tour of the house?

It was the best offer he could ever have made. The people inside of them were chatting excitedly; seemed they agreed, too.

They enthusiastically nodded. They nodded so hard, they felt as though their head would fall off. Papyrus grinned, eyes sparkling with joy, a light blush covering his cheeks.

"NYEH HEH HEH! I KNEW YOU WOULD AGREE! EXCELLENT MINDS TRULY DO THINK ALIKE! NOW! LET US GO AND DREAM OF GREATNESS TOGETHER!"

He stood up, scooping them into his arms as if they were a princess. They squeeled and laughed as he skipped towards the stairs with them, seemingly forgetting about the mess they had made in the living room.

Frisk closed their eyes and allowed themself to tune out the world, listening only to Papyrus's soulbeat and the trousling of bones as he made his way to his room. He carefully set them in his bed - it was as soft and warm as they had imagined - and scooted his way under the blankets with them, prepared for sleep.

The voices in their head had finally decided to be quiet. Perhaps the people inside decided it was time for some sleep for them as well.

Frisk would sleep soundly and warmly, from then on. But, above all else, they would sleep cuddled with their newfound hero and idol. With their newfound brother.

And thats all that mattered to them.

[anemonay]

2023 wrap up ( thanks @spaceoperetta for the idea, hasn't even considered doing one!)

-very long, been a big year for me-

tw: d/ru/g usage discussed positively

- also worst depression since college, but at least it's not the manic-depressive mixed state I was in for most of those 4 years

- BUT I also found the first ever antidepressant that works for me a couple months ago! I've been on a mood stabilizer that's "worked" for me for years in terms of controlling the hypomania, but I would still sink into low, low depressions. Now I just feel capable of happiness, but I need to rebuild those neural pathways since they haven't been used in so long

- my husband and I's relationship is much, much better. Once we moved things got really not great, and he is a lovely and great person but I think he'd never had to /actually/ deal with anything or question himself before and being in a new place, with someone holding him accountable, who wouldn't just ignore any of the ineffective things he was doing or any of the negative things occurring freaked him out a bunch, especially because he had no distress tolerance skills. I have my own stuff to work on too, but his refusal to accept what he doesn't understand really exacerbated my emotional reactivity and now I have to unlearn all of those habits.

- I found a therapist who works with my brain!

- my best friend moved to my city, and it was only supposed to be for like 10 months but she met her boyfriend and is blossoming and getting opportunities in her field like crazy so she's staying longer which means we can hang out more!

- knees got worse, but I finally went to physical therapy (because I maxed out my insurance OOP with the name other medical things I had to do this year) and it helped a bunch!

- a ton of drama with my husband's family. His youngest sister randomly decided that I am abusive (not even during like any interaction or anything, she just randomly started having an attitude with me 2 weeks before their annual (white, well-off people) family vacation), and then was cold to me during the vacation, and went on a walk with my husband where she essentially tried to convince him that I AM abusive. (Husband also handled it poorly - he's the "everyone is right in some way" type and didn't tell her she was completely out of line, but that has also gotten better thanks to couple's therapy). Then over Thanksgiving she decided to create drama with the older sister over her own poor behavior when older sister was doing absolutely nothing mean or wrong. It's been really stressful, we didn't even do a zoom call for Christmas this year which they normally try to make happen no matter what.

- I lost my job at a startup (blessing in disguise) and got a new job. The company is great, but I hate the work. It's not what I applied to do, it's way more technical and I would like that if ANYONE had the time to train me. But they lost a ton of people going from fully remote to hybrid, so everyone I work with has less experience than I do actually. I'm also struggling to do it because of how lost and flustered I feel.

- I picked up journaling and that's been so great and helpful.

- I went to Portland! I adored it very much. Though towards the end something about it felt vaguely threatening/heavy/scary. But I definitely want to visit again.

- I reconnected with my childhood best friend! We definitely grew in different ways but the foundation is still very much clicking. I'm going to stay with her and her husband in Seattle and visit again in May. She's so, so wonderful and I missed her so so much I'm tearing up writing this. We've continued to message frequently since, and once Baldur's Gate's cross play feature is out (fingers crossed) we're going to play together.

- I learned that stimulants don't work for my brain. ADHD stims caused anhedonia, coffee just triggers migraines, and Modafinil semi kinda maybe works but not well. I've managed to quit coffee for a week or so now. It's definitely an addiction. But chai tea lattes are filling the void. And the void also means that I'm getting back into tea! A childhood Internet friend is the one who got me into tea, and it feels very heartwarming to remember them through it.

- I lost my first cat together with my husband. You will be missed dearly forever, little man.

- I found my favorite d/ru/g! Technically I think it's 2-fdck that's my favorite favorite if my testing was correct, but basically ke/tam/ine and its analogues in general. It's so amazing and it checks all my boxes. I haven't personally experienced any negatives from it, though if you ever try it please read up on appropriate doseage, periods between use, and all that. It's helped me a ton with figuring stuff out, feeling motivated, and rewiring my brain. I'm weird and drugs have never worked the same for me as other people now have I ever had it impact my life negatively so please don't take my experience as advice or normal.

- I tripped for real for the first time in forever over Christmas break! My meds make it really, really difficult. Most people can't trip at all no matter how much they take on these meds. But I just kept raising my dose and bam, finally! I also had my first ever LSD epiphany and I feel like I can really move forward with my life. Tripping has also always helped my brain reset - like turning a computer off and on instead of just locking it or hibernating. I always feel so refreshed.

- I generally just feel more compassion for myself and more capable of being the person I want to be. Sometimes it hurts because it feels like I was on such a good trajectory, and then a ton of negative things happened to me with no support system and everything in my life just stopped. And then I was getting better and then COVID really broke me - at least when the bad stuff was happening I had stimulation, but COVID liked my brain. I think I still have it in me to be happy in the ways I want.

I hope we live in unprecedented times where history is made! Precedented times and the continuation of the normal just means the rich get richer and people die at the hands of oppressors. I hope things change for the better, greatly and permanently.

[zombiepuke]

it’s emetophilia ask anon again (the one who pointed out Ellie behaving like a dog/cat does when they’re about to vomit hehe - if you’ve never seen a dog vomit before, try looking it up on YouTube/Google or somethin so you can see what I mean. they do these whole body movements where they like arch their backs up n down for like 10 seconds or so before they actually puke - i guess that’s how they physically bring the vomit up? but yeh that’s exactly how ellie moves in that brief moment when she’s still on all fours before puking the first time)

anywayyyyys… i’m sending another ask ‘cause it’s rare to find anyone into/interested in emeto stuff! but it definitely makes sense in the horror community hehe

so this is more about you and your personal interests in this topic than anything.. i was wondering what sorta stuff you’re into emetophilia-wise. like what do you enjoy? obviously with emeto stuff there’s a few different aspects to it, and some people only enjoy certain parts, or enjoy certain parts more than others, y’know.. like the general feeling of nausea, and that awful feeling of knowing you need to puke, and the actual moment before puking, and the actual act of puking, and the puke itself.

like.. some people enjoy being the puker, some people like being puked on, some people like both? some people don’t care about the actual act of puking and are just all about the puke itself.. some people have very specific likes/dislikes for their personal enjoyment with emetophilia. so I wanna know what you’re into haha!

also you said you’ve written some real fucked up shit before so im obviously now super interested to hear all about it!😁

but also what would you love to write about regarding ellie + emeto? like forget about what anyone else wants.. what would you love to write for your enjoyment?

OOF so sorry nonnie it took a bit to answer this, i have been super busy this weekend with birthday stuff but everything should be calming down!

Talk of emetophilia stuff below y'all be warned!!!!!

but yes - i have 3 kitties myself and have definitely witnessed some unfortunate puke accidents lmao. i love love love how animalistic they made the deadites in EDR - especially Ellie. and i appreciate you asking - i love talking about my obscure interests and finding others who share them!

when it comes to actual emeto, the actual puke itself isn't really what does it for me. it's everything else, especially the time leading up to the act of puking. it's such a gross feeling (and i actually have meds prescribed for nausea because i get really bad migraines rip) but i secretly love it. i also secretly love the feeling of being ill/sick with the flu or a cold in general but something about feeling the need to throw up was always like, intriguing to me. it's one of those feelings as a human that we get that is so animalistic and instinctive, like the way our bodies prepare us to help us pass anything it didn't like via vomiting, it's kinda sweet in a way. and as for actually vomiting, it's this strange feeling of not being able to breath, and i always get overheated and overwhelmed and it's uncomfortable but exciting - same way i feel about going to the dentist but that is a whole other converation LMAO i adore teeth and anything dealing with teeth. odontophilia is another vice of mine.

i would say i'm more akin to the acts of puking rather than the physical puke itself. in terms of Ellie i would prefer being the one being puked on, but both is good for me. i like anything oral-related and i think that adds a lot to the emeto stuff - as does tooth stuff too. usually any fic i write involving teeth also involve vomit - and a looooot of my writing focuses on teeth and puke and general seepage from bodies (if you haven't noticed lol)

it's allllllllll about the divide from human to inhuman - zombies, deadites, etc all have that in common, and vomit is a really big part of zombie/infection type horror. the idea of a human body being overtaken by a sickness or virus, possession, anything - the physical acts of your body degrading and decomposing, giving into the sickness, the fevers and symptoms of being infected, it's all super interesting (and arousing shhhhh) to me. Ellie is no different, an innocent human body suddenly taken control of and forcibly violent, a normal looking person suddenly getting extremely sick, throwing up, bleeding, eyes transforming, covered in blood, attacking and biting and eating, UGH. that's why i'm treading the waters here and testing how far i can go in a body-horror aspect with Ellie - i want to get super deranged and fucked up but still in a consensual way ofc - reader is based on my own mindset so ofc they're 10000000% willing for the deadite based body horror puke extravaganza lol

so basically i adore zombie-ism and transformation and the grossness that pursues that. Ellie is a perfect mix of it all. i really am so excited to explore her in my writing; inhumanity and her nastiness and gore and how awful she would realistically be - as much as i would love a sweet cuddle moment with her, i want there to be blood and guts and vomit and her manipulation, her evilness, her true nature, and just revel in it. she would fucking torture you, and you would love it.

love ya nonnie always always ask me stuff about gross shit and Ellie doing gross shit and zombies and all of that :)

[donotmindme1]

My idea for a potential DEATH BATTLE! #1

August 16, 2023

Azula vs. Cinder Fall (Avatar vs. RWBY)

Avatar's sadistic princess confronts RWBY's Fall Maiden in this cruel flame fight!

Azula: Avatar's power-hungry prodigious Princess of the Fire Nation.

Cinder Fall: RWBY's scorching Fall Maiden.

Wiz: Fire is the element of power and passion, caressing us with warmth and light...

Boomstick: ..but these psychotic ladies have burned so much and yet can't satisfy their thirst for might. He's Wiz and I'm Boomstick.

Wiz: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win... a Death Battle.

PREFACE:

I get that Cinder isn't popular but please don't give me heat. If this is already a popular matchup, please don't gut me, I came up with this MU the same day the day before Stitch vs Rocket Raccoon was released. I don't follow the VS. community outside of DB! I did this because I had an idea, I thought others should hear it, and I thought it would be novel since Avatar is one of, if not the biggest, pieces of animation to influence RWBY.

My format: I'll explain why I want this battle to happen as well as the possible connections, the art style, and how the battle could go down. Since I don't do VS. stuff, I won't give calcs.

WHY:

Connections: megalomaniacal prokinetics. One is born into royalty and power, a princess to a lord, and set to inherit the throne. She is a prodigy, a strategist, and a careful planner. However, she is an excellent manipulator, sadistic and cruel. The other was born a street rat that was abused and had to claw her way to power, eventually selling part of her humanity. She is impulsive despite initially giving the impression of being a femme fatale mastermind. She loses battle after battle, starting conflicts in the name of her thirst for power and might until she is put in her place by her associate. Both eventually suffer a major loss (Azula on the day of Sozin's Comet and Cinder to Ruby during the Fall of Beacon) that exemplify the downfall of their characters. Both are traumatized due to family (Azula being traumatized because she thought her mother didn't love her and her father's expectations and Cinder because of Madame and her daughters abusing her and Rhodes being willing to fight her). Both contributed to the downfall of meaningful landmarks (the Earth Kingdom coup and the Fall of Beacon) after infiltrating the locations with disguises (Cinder as a Kyoshi Warrior and Cinder as a Haven Academy student). They have connections to speeches of power, which I will elaborate on with my...

Personal reasons:

I admit that I want these two to get their teeth kicked in, but there is a bigger reason why I am "pitching" this MU: the character interactions. Recall this quote from Azula: "You were born with nothing, so you've had to struggle, and connive, and claw your way to power. But true power, the divine right to rule, is something you're born with. The fact is, they don't know which one of us is going to be sitting on that throne, and which one is going to be bowing down." Then, there's Arthur Watts's famous monologue to Cinder: "Oh, of course you are! Because that's just what you do, isn't it? And how has that worked out for you? You stormed into Fria's room, thinking you can take on Ironwood's top fighter and war machine. But you couldn't. And that machine became the Winter Maiden. Oh, and let's not forget your deal with Raven Branwen. Get all your enemies in one place so you'd have a shot at revenge. If only someone could have warned you against such a miserable idea. Oh wait, I did! But you pushed ahead and you lost it, when all you had to do was your job! You think you're entitled to everything just because you've suffered, but suffering isn't enough! You can't just be strong, you have to be smart! You can't just be deserving, you have to be worthy! But all you have ever been, is a bloody migraine!" which leads to Cinder crying. THIS is the big reason why I want these 2 to fight. Azula is a good reader of people, so she'll have no problem dissecting Cinder's megalomania, and imagine Cinder's reaction when she is exposed by Azula. Cinder struts around like a big shot, but Watts revealed that she is not only not what she thinks she is, but idiotic and entitled, undeserving of her power, so being toyed by Azula could lead to a meltdown. Regarding their abilities, Azula's blue flames and lightning would be a great contrast to Cinder's red and orange flames and glass manipulation. There's the possibility of a close-quarters fight due to Azula's martial arts training and Cinder's blade training. There's also the possibility of aerial combat due to Cinder's flaming flight.

THE FIGHT ITSELF:

Art and animation:

The dream is that it'll be a hand-drawn fight, but it'll realistically be a sprite battle (all Avatar fights have been w/ sprites) or 3D (all RWBY battles have been in 3D). Going with the infamy of both characters (at least Cinder's), I don't think they'll pour a lot of resources into the project, so I'm guessing sprites. Sozin's Comet will NOT be a factor in this fight.

Possible setup:

(Think Ganondorf vs Dracula) Cinder, being the power-hungry hothead that she is, storms into the throne room with a flare. Azula is unphased, lounging on her throne casually like in the Day of Black Sun, though she was not expecting a challenger. However, she sees something in the one-eyed woman. Azula smirks; she knows what kind of person is confronting her, and she's ready to have fun. It's almost as if Long Feng was an insecure firebender.

"I'm here to claim what is mine." (Like in volume 8's "Take what is mine.")

They banter, Azula being the narcissist that she is, provokes Cinder into attacking her. Azula catches the attack, and Cinder starts to lose her cool.

FIGHT!

So, they fight. Notable highlights:

1. There's fire everywhere, but Azula notices that her opponent isn't a good martial artist after a close spar, but she is proficient with blades, and they're made of glass, too. She's never seen this kind of firebending.

2. Trying to keep her distance, Cinder launches fireballs, summons explosions from the ground, shoots arrows from Midnight (that's right, I'm bringing this relic back), and launches small glass projectiles.

3. Azula catches Cinder off guard with lightning.

4. At one point, the two cause a giant explosion (I'm sorry for reusing this so much), with Cinder soaring to avoid the blast. Azula doesn't come out unscathed.

5. Azula knows what she has to do though, and she smirks. Her opponent may be floating above her, but she is beneath the Princess. Azula pulls a Long Feng, exposing Cinder's insecurities, the fruitlessness in Cinder's pursuit of power, the missing eye, and how shoddily she fights, and Cinder breaks down, shouting and charging headfirst at her enemy. She lost to Little Red, Raven Branwen, and even Watts; she won't lose to this prissy girl.

6. Azula, smugly manipulates her opponent: "I know why you fight. You fight for power, for strength, for superiority. Admirable though your efforts may be, it's meaningless. Your eyes alone reveal your story: a powerless runt pushed around and abused, even betrayed. You killed almost all that stood in your path until you lost your eye and your arm. You willingly sacrificed yourself for power, but you fight so poorly, and it didn't get you anything except misery and defeat."

7. The battle ends with Cinder shooting Azula and using Scorching Caress like she did with Pyhrra, leading to her crying like with Watts or Azula using lightning to shock Cinder to death like she would've done to Zuko.

Azula is the smarter of the two, is the superior martial artist, and has the faster attack in lightning manipulation, but Cinder has greater mobility with her flight and if scaled to Emerald and Mercury like in Blake vs Mikasa, she's capable of dodging lightning, can likely end the fight with Scorching Caress, and theoretically won't run out of weapons since as long as there's dirt, she can turn it into glass. Azula is at the risk of a mental breakdown and Cinder is prone to manipulation and has underestimated her opponents.

Ending puns:

"Azula simply made Cinder fall."

"Azula got flamed, and got her glass kicked."

Possible track names:

"Fallen Hot Megalomania"

The names would be in reference to Cinder's last name, the idea that both have fallen from grace or power and their unending drive for power.

It would take elements and cues from Cinder's theme from Vol. 8 and the final fight between Zuko and Azula.

THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!

[tvrningout-a]

"Just relax," the words feel ironic coming from him, always on edge. But when he's around Chiyo, it's easy for him to relax just being in her presence (or just being Physically close to her in any way). Now it was his turn to help her. Timmy's fingers graze against the other's scalp, letting his nails gently scrape away any anxiety or pain she feels, "Just keep your eyes closed, I'm here, not going anywhere," Timmy's motions continue while something random plays on the tv in the background. He can't hear what it is though, all he's focusing on in the steadying of Chiyo's breathing, "Let me know when you want me to stop."

UNPROMPTED | @ninjassin's timmy helps chiyo!

if someone were to ask which parent chiyo takes after more, the obvious answer would be her mother -- from her eye shape to the way she sometimes snorts in the middle of her laughter, she resembles her mother. when it comes to personality, though, she takes after her father most of the time ( the care she takes to notice what others overlook, how easily she offers a hand and accepts it may not be reciprocated ).

to her great misfortune, chiyo also inherited his migraines. and god, do they suck.

today she was supposed to go out with timmy, go eat something yummy, but the mere thought of food makes her stomach churn right now. or maybe her stomach was already churning? she can't say for sure when her head feels like it might split open, when thinking ( you know, the thing she does too much best ) hurts.

" i can't go today, " she tells timmy, no doubt sounding every bit as miserable as she feels. she would've just texted him, but staring at the bright screen of her phone doesn't do her head any favors. " i'm really sorry. "

chiyo expects that to be the end of it and to handle her migraine just as she has before: shutting herself in the comforting darkness of her room, pressing a heat pack against her temple, and taking nice, long nap. it works... some of the time. it'll be fine, she's sure, because it always is eventually.

but timmy shows up at her door, and she's close to tears when sees him ( whether from relief or guilt or the pounding in her head, she can't be sure ). " you didn't need to come, " she says, voice a lil watery as she lets him in anyway. her words are waved away. it isn't a big deal when she seems to be in such a rough spot.

he doesn't realize it, but that sort of talk stokes a warmth deep in her chest, sets her at ease.

what can he do to help? her chocolate-colored gaze falls to the floor. she hates to ask, but---

" can you massage my scalp? "

which is how chiyo finds herself curled up on the couch and her head in timmy's lap. she's stiff at first, uncomfortable not only because of her head, but because she isn't used to this -- being taken care of ( how long has she done it all on her own, made do to avoid burdening others?). timmy must notice because he tells her to relax ( a little rich coming from him ), gently scratching at her scalp and reassuring her he's staying put.

chiyo really could cry, she thinks, but she doesn't. it'd make her migraine worse, and she'd rather not show her ugly crying face to timmy when already he's doing her such a big favor. he could be relaxing, doing school work, literally anything else, yet he's here ( he's choosing her, and she feels more sensitive to that knowledge than she should ).

slowly she melts into his touch, humming her response and trying to concentrate on the gentle pressure of his fingers rather than the pulsating pain in her temple. it isn't easy, but eventually the pain lessens, feels a little more bearable, and sleep beckons chiyo to sweet, sweet oblivion. softly she sighs, peaks open an eye, and turns to look up at timmy before grabbing one of his hands and pressing a kiss to his palm. she doesn't let go of it, either, intertwining their fingers instead as her eyes slide closed again.

" thank you. " man, she's sleepy. " so much, really... "

[clonerightsenthusiast]

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

shamelessly grabbing this from @kitausuret bc it sounds fun and i like it

Carry You Home (Spider-Man)

Kaine was having a pretty good day before he got the phone call.

Things were quiet; with no looming catastrophes (for once), he'd spent the day lounging on the couch, paging through a dog-eared poetry book while Aracely hung upside down off the cushions at the other end, tongue stuck out in concentration while she tapped away rapidly at a game on her phone.

The Transitive Property (Spider-Man)

Kaine was already annoyed before he got to Peter's apartment. He didn't want to be here; he wanted to be halfway across the country, in his own damn apartment, dealing with the problems in his own damn city. But apparently Peter couldn't be bothered to answer the damn phone, and he'd made a promise to Wally, so here he was: scaling the outside of his brother's building so he could leave a note somewhere obvious and call his job done.

leave a light on (Spider-Man)

The knock on the door came after dinner, when Peter and Mary Jane had curled up on the couch with a mindless sitcom to while away the evening. After a brief argument held entirely through eye contact, Peter sighed and got up to answer the door while Mary Jane triumphantly settled deeper into the couch and sipped her glass of wine.

He opened the door and immediately slammed it shut again. All at once, the evening's calm had shattered; his breath stuttering, his heart pounding, his thoughts turned to static. All he could think was Not again. Not again. Not again.

True Lies (And Other Contradictions) (Spider-Man)

Peter's life runs on a very regular routine. His dad would say it's because he was raised to be conscientious and responsible; privately, he thinks it's more that he doesn't really have anything else to do. His alarm goes off every morning just after sunrise – his one little concession to himself now that he's living on his own. He pulls on his glasses and goes down the too-wide steps to the too-big kitchen to make coffee (decaf, to his eternal chagrin, his father's warnings about migraine triggers playing in the back of his head) and take his meds. Then it's time for work.

philling in (Blaseball)

The door to Bevan's sanctuary slams open.

"BEVAN!" Steals screeches, her chest heaving with exertion. "What did you DO?!"

first proof (Blaseball)

She hits the ground hard enough to hurt, and immediately has no idea where she is or how she got there.

After a beat, she realizes she also has no idea who she is.

Paradigm Shift (Spider-Man)

The Jackal's abandoned lab was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a console monitor and a few flickering fluorescent lights clinging stubbornly to life. This far underground there was very little noise; just the hum of machinery and the clack of Kaine's fingers on the keys of the console.

He didn't know how long he'd been down here, keeping vigil over the pod. How long since he'd stumbled in here, desperately clutching his precious cargo, and woken up the abandoned machinery. Time meant nothing to him. Only getting this right.

the remnants (Blaseball)

"Crappy season, huh?"

Adelaide jumped in her seat and looked up sharply from where she was staring at her cup to see Kelvin sliding into a seat across the table from her. Ze had zir trademark careless smirk and immediately kicked zir feet up and pushed zir chair back to balance precariously on its back legs.

low note (Blaseball)

Jolene ran pitching practice.

That was a thing she did now, apparently.

It used to be Zoey's thing. Before it was a team thing, it was a Zoey thing; Jolene would come out here sometimes, early, to watch the sun rise over the Pillars, and would find Zoey diligently plugging away. It became a habit for the two of them, and then eventually the whole rotation. Mindy would bring breakfast. It was nice.

Catch a Tiger (Campaign: Skyjacks)

Gable woke to insistent but polite knocking on the captain's door and an unfortunately clear memory of the night before. Without allowing themselves to dwell on it beyond an emphatic ugh, Travis, they rolled out of bed, tossing the blanket approximately back into place and running a hand through their ruffled hair. They wanted to at least maintain the illusion of not sleeping in the captain's quarters. They didn't need the questions it would raise, but leaving the captain unsupervised for so long made Gable… uneasy.

tagging @waveridden @iamalivenow @primtheamazing @taggthewanderer @fatwithoutkatsudon and you, the person reading this right now, do it i dare you

[myownjadedpieceofmind]

Let's catch up, shall we?

So... sometime Tuesday I came down with a migraine from hell. I attributed it to looking up at the fireworks the night before and working front desk that morning. Well, Wednesday that migraine progressed into a full body flare of every symptom I have. My skin broke out in hives, I couldn't hold down any food or water, every single inch of my skin hurt and my joints literally burned.

I spent all day Wednesday in the hospital due to a kidney infection that put my autoimmune system into hypersensitive setting. I got iv fluids and antibiotics and figured I could just go home and deal with the rest of my issues from there. Honestly, I'm a veteran to the kidney issues, so I generally just self care once I get the antibiotics to kick the crap.

That was the wrong idea. I went back to the hospital that night and was admitted. I got out late yesterday afternoon.

When I came home, I got the mail. A large envelope from social security letting me know I "do not qualify for disability under the definitions of disabled conditions, and there is no reason why I can't find suitable work given my conditions." Weird, because every single thing I've been diagnosed with, and continue getting diagnosed with, are all listed in their qualifying disorders. The disability advocate group that took on my case probono seems to think they can help me out, so it just means i get to wait til we appeal and battle it out. At least I have someone to help, and they aren't trying to stick their hand out for profit.

I had to work this morning. Don't know why when the majority of the morning was spent watching the boss train the new chick how to do morning routines. Oh well, it's $44, and right now, that's a whole lot.

The boyfriend has a problem and we are headed to the cherokee nation hospital where he has coverage to get his shit checked out. It's a hard thing to talk about as a dude, but... he's had a lump on his testicles and has played off like no big deal. Until it became a painful lump, and now it's looking like an emergency surgery to repair some damages. He's done Jiu-jitsu and mma for the last 17 years, at the very least. The amount of damage he's taken to that area, well, it likely contributed to the issue thats going on. Anyway, the local dr didn't want him to waste any time getting this figured out, so, that's what's next.

I'm working tomorrow. My daughter lost her job and smashed her phone in the same day, so her luck is about like mine. I feel so bad for her, but what can I do??? I told her if she could make the drive here, she could have one of my older samsung phones. But, as it is, gas isn't cheap and her car hasn't had an oil change in FOREVER.

If I played the lottery, I'd be praying to get just a tiny chunk of the win, like $6k. Enough so I could pay my bills, stock my fridge, take care of my daughter so she isn't without a phone, pay for my son's gym membership (the best mental health the kid could ask for), get my truck serviced, and maybe buy some new fucking underwear.

The irs owes me around $10k over 3 years in returns. Like... 2 years of the returns were filed late, and I get that they are short staffed. But, how entirely awful is it to know that I've got that kind of money out there, but I can't touch if til the irs deems it worth their time. Imagine the penalties I'd pay if I owed them money for years??

Oh yeah... and since I was in the hospital, the orthopedic dr put off my appointment for another week. I've been sneaking my arm out if the splint from time to time over the last 2 days...my skin couldn't handle the restriction while I was so sick. The nurses that were doing my iv screwed up so bad, I have 9 bruised punctures up and down my arm. They only had the one arm to abuse thanks to the splint. But, I look like hell. I don't even know how I'm gonna dig out of this shithole.

Here's hoping for some good news to roll in. I could use a silver lining.

[billyrussohaven]

I know you usually write nsfw stories, but if your requests are open you could write something fluff with Billy taking care of his wife or girlfriend during his period, like she's feeling a lot of cramps and he gets worried about it

Kisses and Ice Cream

Billy Russo/Reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: Minor mentions of blood, Swearing, light mention of a medical procedure

A/N: Based on personal experiences. I ended up writing this short oneshot last evening. I was feeling a little like reader here... Thanks for being patient for new content guys 🖤

"Hey babe!" Billy called out from the doorway, toeing off his dress shoes. He had a last minute canceled meeting and figured he'd surprise you by showing up earlier at your flat.

You stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, your hair still wet from the shower.

"What are you doing here!? It's only 3PM! I wasn't expecting you for another two hours!" You groaned, marching to your bedroom to get dressed hurriedly.

Billy frowned at you and rolled his shoulder tensely. He didn’t know what the fuck he did to deserve that attitude from you but he sure as fuck didn't appreciate it.

"Had a canceled meeting, thought I'd surprise you but I can leave if you want." He said, biting back his remarks. He had very much wanted to slip into his lounge clothes and spend the evening relaxing with you but he wasn't sure it'd be an option anymore.

Billy kept quiet and made himself scarce while he studied you from the bedroom doorway. Clearly, you were in a bad mood with a very short fuse but he couldn't think of anything that could set you off this bad in such a short time. You were just fine this morning, extra sweet and cuddly even. He snorted quietly watching you try your entire collection of pyjamas, cursing every piece one by one.

"Great! Now I have nothing comfortable to wear!" You snapped, glaring at your bloated up body and marching back to the bathroom. Billy moved away from your war path and raised an eyebrow, watching you bent down headfirst in the dirty clothes hamper. You took out the only pair of pyjamas pants that fitted you and put them on. You only had put them away before your shower thinking you'd wear another pair tonight. It was too chilly to walk around in a shirt and panties so you put them back on.

Billy's eyes caught the bright purple and blue box on the counter and he rolled his eyes at himself. He didn't even think of your period as an option. Usually, you weren't very moody or seemed any different during your past periods. But today seemed to be one of those days...You were marching back out of the bathroom but he caught you in his arms, stopping you.

"Okay, sweetheart. Time out. C'mer," he said, walking you backwards to your living room, holding you close to his chest. You started to complain but quickly melted in his arms. He sat down on the couch and motioned for you to sit across his lap. He held and cradled you on his chest, his arms holding you tight.

"Talk to me, princess," he whispered, stroking your hair away from your gorgeous face. You sighed loudly, your shoulders flopping down, your entire body giving in. A loud sob left your lips and you started crying. Every big, fat tear on your cheeks was squeezing at his heart. He felt so helpless during those moments, wishing he could take away your pain. He rocked you gently, hushing you softly and let you cry it out patiently.

"My period started and it fucking hurts," you finally said between sobs. You didn't really know why you were even crying at this point but you just needed a good cry. He gave you a sad smile, sympathizing with the awful time of the month almost every woman had to deal with in their life.

"Remember when we went for my IUD a few weeks ago?" You asked, sniffling and reaching for a box of tissues on the coffee table.

Billy nodded, wincing a little at the memories of the appointment. Because of your many ocular migraines, you had to stop taking any birth control with estrogen hormones. It didn't leave you and Billy with much choices so you had decided to try a copper IUD. You were confident and wanted to give it a shot but you had asked Billy to accompany you to the appointment anyway. The internet search you did the night before might have freaked you out a bit... 

Billy had accepted right away, wanting to support you. The nurses had been super sweet and gentle with you but it still hurt. Billy's stomach had turned a bit seeing the bloody instruments afterwards but he made  sure you wouldn't catch a glimpse of them. The doctor and nurses did mention you could have heavier flow during your period now and cramps for a while.

"How bad is it?" He asked, rubbing your lower belly soothingly with one hand.

"It's really bad. I didn't even work today," you admitted, giving him a sheepish look. You were right in your first period with the IUD and you were a mess. You felt exhausted, cranky, emotional, you had really bad cramps and felt like you were nine months pregnant with bloating. You knew it'd settle down eventually. You'd get used to your body again but in the meantime,you didn't know what to do with yourself.

"Alright. I got you, sweetheart," he said, kissing your forehead and carefully moving you off his lap to lay down on the couch. You winced a bit, trying to find a comfortable position. You looked up at him wondering what he had in mind. He grinned back at you and covered your legs with the throw blanket.

"Just relax. I'll go out to get some stuff and come back to take care of you, okay?" He said, giving you a warm smile, caressing the side of your face. You smiled back at him and did the same, relieved he was gonna take care of you. You closed your eyes and nodded, turning your brain off and letting him think for both of you.

Billy was gone for about 45 minutes, which gave you plenty of time to nap. He was holding bags filled with stuff when he kicked the door close behind him. You sat up on the couch but he gave you a stern look before you could even put one foot on the floor. 

"So we've got... Hot water bottle for your belly, ibuprofen for those cramps, your top three favorite ice cream flavors and fresh take-out from your favorite restaurant, my lady." Billy said while unpacking all the goodies he's gotten you to make you feel better. You looked at him and gave him a cute little pout, opening your arms wide open for him to come hug you. He chuckled, walking to the couch with a grin plastered on his face and bent down to kiss you.

"Thank you, Billy. I'm so glad I have you in my life," you said, one hand buried in his hair. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.

"Anything for my princess," he murmured, his lips brushing over yours. He kissed you deeply, his heart bursting with love for you. 

A few hours later, Billy yawned, turning the TV off. You two had binged a TV show on Netflix all evening while eating take-out and ate ice cream directly from the small frozen containers. The ibuprofens and the hot water bottle had helped a lot to soothe the cramps to a bearable level. Billy looked down at you, asleep on his chest and savored the moment. He caressed your head, drinking in every inch of your peaceful face.

"Princess, time for bed," he whispered, waking you up a bit so he wouldn't startle you by moving. You hummed, opening your eyes a bit and nodded.

"Go get ready for bed, I'll clean up quickly," he said, nuzzling your cheek. You nodded, hiding a yawn behind your hand as you got up to use the bathroom. He cleaned up putting away the trash and the dirty dishes and locked up for the night. He used the bathroom himself for his own bedtime routine and joined you in the bedroom. He helped you out of your pyjamas, leaving you in your panties. He took his own clothes off and slid under the blankets with you.

"Thank you again for taking care of me and for being patient with me. I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," you said, scooting over to lay on your side mirroring him. He smirked at you, pressing you close to him, his cock twitching at the feel of your body against his. He couldn't help it, he loved your body, your curves, how it felt under his hands.

"It's alright sweetheart. We all have bad days," he murmured against your lips. A sly smirk appeared on his face and he chuckled.

"You know what else helps with period cramps? He asked, one hand trailing over a breast.

You arched into his touch, your skin breaking in goosebumps. You smirked back at him, one hand trailing down his chest.

"Why don't you show me?" You answered, teasing his lower lip with your tongue. He groaned, chuckling with you subjectively. He reached over you, turned off the bedside lamp and proceeded to pleasure you to sleep...

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