#cramps bloating aches and pains and even period shits

[kenacoki]

A Helping Hand

//Pairing// Eddie Diaz x Reader

//Summary// When (y/n)’s period cramps are bad, their boyfriend Eddie is there to lend a helping hand.

//Word Count// 1.98k

//Warnings// none!

//Request// Reader is on her period and Eddie taking care of her

//Dividers// sister-lucifer

The house is quiet as you sit on Eddie’s couch, a heating pad pressed against your stomach.

“Holy shit…” you groan, your face twisted up in pain.

While you’ve always had relatively bad cramps, these ones are particularly bad. The constant aching pain gnawing at you even as you curl up into a ball on the couch.

“Ughh!” Frustrated, you look down at your slightly bloated form squeeze tightly.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening and closing breaks through the silence. As you hear footsteps getting closer to the living room, your (e/c) eyes snap up. You smile at the sight of Eddie's familiar form walking in.

He looks at you, a concerned expression on his face as he notices your curled-up state on the couch.

“Mi amor, you okay?” He asks, moving closer to you.

You look up at him, wincing a little as another cramp hits you. You nod your head slightly, your voice a little strained from the pain.

“Yeah, just...my period cramps. They're pretty bad today.” He looks down at the heating pad on your stomach.

He frowns slightly, his expression softening with concern. He moves over to the couch and sits down next to you, his hand reaching out to lightly touch your shoulder.

“You should've called me. I could've come home early to help out. Bobby wouldn’t have cared.”

You smile weakly, appreciating his concern, “It's fine, Eds. I can handle it. You don't have to come home just for this...” you peer up at him through your lashes, “You got people to save.”

He looks at you for a moment, his gaze searching your face. He can see the discomfort you're in, the small crease in your brow that betrays the pain you're trying to hide.

He sighs, his hand still resting on your shoulder, “It's not a big deal if I come home early for this, you know. I'm allowed to be worried about my girlfriend, even if you’re tough as hell.”

You can't help but smile at his words, your heart skipping a beat at the sound of him calling you his girlfriend. It's a simple thing, but it's so sweet.

“I know, but…” you pause, wincing a little as another cramp hits. “I don't want to be a bother. Usually I can take a few ibuprofen and that helps; you can see how that’s worked out though.”

He looks at you, his expression one of sympathy. He hates seeing you in pain, even if it's just the natural discomfort of your period. He shakes his head, his tone firm but gentle.

“You're not being a bother. I want to be there for you, especially when you're hurting. Besides, there's more I can do than just give you ibuprofen.”

You look at him, a mixture of curiosity and scepticism on your face, “Like…like what?”

He smiles at your question, his hand moving from your shoulder to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face. He sits down on the couch beside you.

“Well, heat is good for cramps…you got the heating pad, so that's a start…but there's other things. Like, uh…” he pauses for a moment, his cheeks turning a light pink as he continues, "Massages. Those can help loosen up the tension.”

You raise an eyebrow at his suggestion, your heart rate picking up a little as you picture him giving you a massage.

The idea is both appealing and embarrassing, the thought of his strong hands touching your body—well, it's not unwelcome, to say the least.

He notices the look on your face, the slight change in your expression that tells him you're both intrigued and a little bit flustered.

He grins, a mischievous light in his eyes, “Don’t look so surprised, I pay attention to you when you rant about this stuff, you know. I-if you want me to, I could give you one.”

You glance at him, a conflicted expression on your face. On one hand, the idea of a massage sounds heavenly right now. The thought of his strong hands working out the knots in your muscles a very appealing one.

On the other hand, you feel a little self-conscious, the thought of him touching you like that when you're feeling bloated and crampy making you more than a little embarrassed.

You chew on your bottom lip for a moment, internally debating what to do.

“You really don’t care…?”

He shakes his head, his smile softening as he looks at you. He can see the uncertainty in your expression, the conflict in your eyes, but he's not going to back down.

“Of course I don't care. I want to take care of you when you're hurting, carñio. And if that means giving you a massage, then that's what I'm going to do.”

Your heart skips a beat at the use of the nickname, the endearment making your chest feel warm and fluttery. You take a deep breath, the mixture of hormones and cramps making you a little more emotional than usual.

“Okay…Okay, fine. You can give me a massage.” You give in, your voice slightly shaky as you mentally brace yourself for what's to come.

He smiles, his expression satisfied as he hears your agreement, “Alright, then. Just lay down on your stomach and get comfortable.”

You nod, shifting your position on the couch to lie down on your stomach. It's not the most comfortable position, but it'll do for the massage. You position the heating pad against your stomach, sighing as the warmth begins to work its magic on your aching muscles.

He moves to kneel beside the couch, his gaze roving over your form as you get comfortable. He can see the tension in your shoulders, the way your back is arched slightly, the muscles strained and taut with discomfort.

Taking a moment to gather his resolve, his thoughts are little jumbled from the sight of you lying before him. Carefully, he reaches out and gently places his hands on your lower back, the touch feather-light at first.

You gasp at the feel of his hands on your skin, the touch sending a shiver down your spine. It’s a strange sensation, the mixture of pain and pleasure as he begins to gently massaging your muscles. He starts at your lower back, his fingers working in slow, gentle circles over the tense muscles.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as he works out a knot in your back, the tightness slowly loosening under his touch.

He looks down at you, watching as you slowly relax under his touch. He can hear the sound of your breathing becoming slower, a little more even, and he smiles faintly as he continues the massage. His hands move up to your shoulders, the touch firmer now as he begins to work out the tension in your upper back.

You let out another sigh as he moves up to your shoulders, the feel of his touch both soothing yet forceful. His fingers are strong and sure, the pressure just enough to loosen the knots in your muscles without hurting you.

The heat from the heating pad combined with his hands is gradually making your muscles relax, the pain from the pulsating cramps slowly fading into the background as he continues.

He continues the massage, his hands moving over your back and shoulders in a rhythmic pattern. He can feel the knots slowly dissipating under his touch, the tension in your muscles melting away like snow in the sun.

He looks down at you, a satisfied smile on his face as he notices the way your body is completely relaxed now, all traces of pain and discomfort erased from your features.

“Feel better?” He asks, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room.

You nod, “Mhm. Much better. You’re a saint, you know that?” Your voice a bit muffled by the couch cushion. You feel completely boneless now, the combination of the massage and the heating pad having worked wonders on your cramps. You feel so relaxed, like you could just melt into the couch and stay there forever.

He snorts, a small laugh escaping him as he takes you in your blissful state. You look so different now, all soft and boneless and relaxed. He can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he's the one who was able to do that to you.

He gives your back one last gentle pat, his hands lingering on your skin for a moment before he pulls back. He slowly stands up from his position on the couch, stretching his arms a little before looking down at you with a wry smile.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

You nod, not even opening your eyes as you just mumble out a quiet “kay”.

He watches you for a moment, a small smile on his face at your lazy state; It's a rare sight, seeing you completely relaxed like. He shakes his head faintly before heading out of the room, leaving you alone for a moment.

You lay there, your eyes closed and your mind blissfully empty. The absence of pain combined with the relaxation from the massage has made you feel as though you’re floating on a cloud.

After a few minutes, you hear footsteps returning to the living room, and you hear Eddie speak again, “Alright, time to sit up a little...”

You grumble a little at the sound of his voice, not wanting to move from your comfortable position. But you know you have to sit up for whatever he has planned, so you reluctantly force your limbs to cooperate, shifting your body so you’re sitting upright on the couch.

He sits down next to you, holding a steaming mug of tea in one hand, “Drink this.”

He hands the mug to you and you take it, surprised by the gesture. You look down at the contents of the mug, the rich aroma of chamomile filling your nostrils.

“You made me tea?” You take a small sip of the hot liquid. The tea is warm and soothing going down, the flavor earthy and relaxing on your tongue. You take another mouthful, the heat from the liquid spreading through your body like a soft, comforting blanket.

He nods, watching as you take another sip of the tea. He can see the look of contentment on your face, the way your body is still relaxed from the massage.

He scoots a little closer to you on the couch, slinging one arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. The action is casual but affectionate, a silent gesture of comfort.

You lean into his side, the closeness making you feel safe and cared for. Slowly, your eyes slip shut as you bask in the feeling of being in his arms, cradled against his chest like a precious treasure.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You murmur, your voice soft and sleepy.

Eddie smiles, his arm tightening around you in a gentle squeeze. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.

“Of course, carñio. I'll always take care of you, no matter what…You just relax and enjoy the tea.”

You nod, already half-asleep from the combination of the tea, the massage and the general feeling of exhaustion that comes with your period. You finish the rest of the tea, setting the empty mug on the coffee table in front of you before snuggling further into his embrace.

You can feel yourself drifting off to sleep, the sound of his heartbeat like a soothing lullaby in your ears.

“Mmm….I love you, Eds.”

He hears your sleepy admission, the sound making his heart flutter in his chest. He tightens his arms around you, holding you close as he replies in a hushed voice.

“I love you too, carñio. I love you so much.”

[urjeni]

╰﹒𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭. . (♥︎)

・୨ ♥︎ pairings : Simon 'ghost' riley x Fem!reader

・୨ ♥︎ summary : You are sick with a stomach bug and ghost spends his time helping you.

・୨ ♥︎ warnings : vomit.

・୨ ♥︎ Side note : This is sadly based off a real experience so things are going to be a little off character and track since I went through this but enjoy. ♥︎

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You caught a minor cold that soon changed into a painful stomach bug and to top it off you were on your period. The worst part was you were fine for days until you ate that chinese food the team convinced you to try, you didn't want to tell ghost because you knew he'd do anything in his power to keep you from leaving bed or doing anything at that matter but he'd eventually find out when he heard you throwing your guts up in the restroom.

You sat in your bed feeling like SHIT. you would throw up every 30 minutes and would feel better for a good 10 minutes before having to throw up again. You took your peaceful moments to take long naps just to wake up feeling like shit. You tried to convince ghost to stay away from you but he was stubborn to even leave you alone for three seconds. "sweets, how you feelin..?" he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, you looked at him, your eyes red and puffy and your stomach bloated.

You only wanted to wear limited clothing due to you vomiting so much and you didn't want to dirty up anymore clothes. "Like shit." you responded, you felt like throwing up again but tried to keep it down. "It's okay, it'll be over soon.. but you need to eat." he placed the hot bowl on a nearby cabinet as his free hand stroked a strand of your hair.

You knew if you ate something your stomach would throw it right back up but part of you was starving and dying for some food so you sat up while ghost put some pillows up for you. You felt a bit of relief in this position as simon began to feed you, feeling like shit you knew you were going to throw up. "S-Simon."

"It's okay sweets." he placed a hand on your cheek as you bent over and threw up in the little trashcan on the side of your bed, Simon held your hair back as you threw everything up. Tears welling in your eyes as your body felt weak and you felt terrible, Simon cringed at the sounds and the smell knowing he had to be there for you through this.

As you calmed down and felt a little bit of relief, taking this time to take another hour nap but you wanted comfort, your period cramps wasn't making this any better and you knew the medication and heat wasn't helping much. "simon. ." you looked at him as he was cleaning up the mess and he suddenly turned towards you, "hm?" you stretched your hands out seeming like you were pulling him.

He smiled at your little hands sitting on the edge of the bed "what's wrong luv?". "You.. I need you." you groaned as your stomach was aching and he understood, simon took off his heavy clothing staying in his pants and shirt and socks as he cuddled up in bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you snuggled under him for warmth. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep in his arms as he laid there snuggling in your arm.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Crimson

TW: Mentions of blood. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Period sex with your boyfriend, JJ.

WORD COUNT: 1800

*Requested*

Crimson

There were many benefits to being a woman, such a perk having been the fact that you caught JJ Maybank’s eye over the summer and had become inseparable. And yet, of all of the advantages that being a feminine figure entailed, THIS was not one of them. The bloating. The cramps. The sugar cravings. The aches. Not to mention the fact it left you unbearably horny, a detail worsened by the way JJ constantly affected you even without these hormones. And it was something he was well aware of as he wouldn't have to do anything more than a smirk or a few seconds of a ‘come hither’ look before you would be intertwined beneath him and crying out in name. It would be enough to forget about your monthly friend, that bitch who always came uninvited, as he led you into the back bedroom of the Chateau with your body adored within his hands. 

“You’ve been driving me crazy…” He groaned while his lips met with your neck, the vibration of his words to your skin being sent directly between your thighs. But as his fingers made their way to the edge of your shorts and adjacent panties beneath, teasing that obstacle between you and your pleasure, your body convulsed away from him once remembering what laid just beyond that fabric. 

“Are you not in the mood?” He asked with only a moment’s hesitation as he returned his lips to your neck, working his way along your shoulder to that spot just below your ear that made your eyes roll once feeling his breath return to your skin. 

“I’m sure that I could convince you…” But once again as his fingers moved against you, you retracted as if it caused physical pain. 

“Sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry-”

“If you don’t want me, I’ll try not to take it to heart…” He feigned chest pain by lifting his hand to his chest as he saw you turn away with embarrassment. How badly you wanted him, always, was almost unhealthy as it consumed the majority of your thoughts. But how could it not when he seduced you constantly with those devilish smirks and damn dimples. 

“Baby, what is it? I didn’t hurt you last time, did I?”

“No! I just…I can’t…” His eyes narrowed in confusion as he tried to be supportive, but found more confusion than anything as you were usually easy to convince out of your clothes due to your love for him. Day or night, The Chateau or even his truck, it didn’t matter, you were his for the taking. Which was why his confusion remained as you searched for a way to explain as the words suddenly felt dirty on your tongue. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but you gotta tell me that-”

“No, I do-I do!” He smiled at the desperation present beneath the fisting made against his shirt. 

“I…I’m…” Your eyes entertained him with the way they flashed around, trying to hint at the words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. A humored lift of his lips would widen once he put the pieces of your amusing charades together. 

“Baby, do you think I care?” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Somehow this made you feel more vulnerable than even your first time with him. 

“You…don’t?” To this, he walked you back to the edge of the bed. 

“I love your body…and that’s a part of it…Besides, I heard Pope and Kie talk about it that it helps with all the things you have to deal with…cramps and shit…” You smirked at the way he was playing off the details he didn’t know well, but couldn’t help but feel a twinge of relief in knowing he wasn’t deterred by it either. 

“If you don’t want me to, though-” You paused. 

“I just don’t want you to feel like you-” He interrupted you with a kiss. 

“Do you want me?” You nodded. 

“Then that’s all I need to know…” He guided you softly onto the bed, unsure how rough you wanted him due to the effects of your cramps and other aches, but was quick to source your body with his touch. 

Your hips were always his starting point as he could begin here even in public, a dance of foreplay to where he could bring your cheeks to blush without embarrassing you and tainting your modesty. But as you were alone, those fingers were eager beneath the fabric of your clothes and rising to your chest, appreciating the apexed nipples beneath his palms that he pulled into a pinch, and then descending higher to your cheeks. 

Fingers wrapped within your hair, he would keep his dominant hand on a path back down to your hip as your touch removed the loose shirt from his torso to reveal him to you. Your touch outlined the definition of his physique, bronzed and beautiful, before biting your lip as he grinned, the way you loved his body paling in comparison to how he adored yours. 

“If you want me to stop at any-” You shook your head, interrupting his chivalry as he chuckled.

“You don’t ever have to be embarrassed, sweetheart. Let me take care of you…” He kissed the skin of your hips, a trail made from one side to the other, before looking up to you one last time for confirmation. 

When given, he pulled your shorts freely from your body, discarding them without care-along with your panties, and revealing you to him. But immediately, your thighs attempted to press together as he stared, the evidence of your monthly visitation in drops as his finger teased your sex.

“Relax, sweetheart…” You tried, unsteady breaths making this difficult as he would lick against your clit, your body arching to the surprise of his breath. 

“You don’t have to-” He would interrupt you with a sudden unsheathing of his fingers inside of you, a gasp acting as a prelude to your tremors as he bent that chosen finger in perfect precision to that most sensitive button locked within. 

“You say that to me again and I’ll have to get a little rough with you to show just HOW much I apparently DO have to…If you think a little blood will keep me away from this delicious pussy…” He moved back between your folds, his dirty words sweetened by the way his tongue worked against you. Quickly, your fingers ran through his hair, tugging as he turned his flicks swifter, until finally sucking once your tremors brought you to that edge. 

“JJ…” You breathed in your best attempts to do so with any form of steadiness. When this failed, you gave in to what was otherwise a consolation before he withdrew. 

“God, you have no idea what those moans do to me-”

“Please JJ.”

“You want me inside you, sweetheart?” You nodded as he smirked, having undressed at some point while pleasuring you with that smartassed tongue always left eloquent in lust exclusively for you. 

“Then do it…” He teased as you reached for his shaft, his breath shifting for just a moment, before you would lead him inside of you. 

“Oh shit…” He groaned, “So warm…” You both chuckled as you turned away with a blush as he pulled you back to him. 

“How do you feel even better than-fuck…” He groaned to the feeling of your fingers embedding into his arms. Somehow, it HAD felt better. The sensations you were well familiar with had been heightened in this moment; something both of you were eager to take advantage of. 

“Let me see all of you, baby…” He guided as you removed the shirt from your chest as he was quick to mend the chill left by a lack of covering. With slow thrusts, he manipulated your breast between his teeth as the other would find comfort in his palm, kneading attention and squeezing, having mended the ache otherwise beneath. 

“Oh, JJ…”

“Feel good baby?”

“So good…” You whimpered as he nodded in agreement against you. 

“You always feel so good, but-goddamn!” He smirked, driving a chuckle from within you, before his fingers would now wrap in the sheets beneath you. 

“Please, JJ, faster…Please…” Your whines were pitiful and he lived for them. 

“Hold onto me.” He instructed as you would do just that before he lifted you into a straddle as he used the headboard of the bed for support as you were now given more control over your mutual exchange. 

“I don’t want to go too hard or anything, but I still wanna make you come as good as you always do…so just this once…” His hand wrapped at the back of your neck. 

“I’ll let you be in control, okay, baby?” You nodded. 

“Then move, baby…please move, you’re killing me…” You bobbed your head in agreement as you basked in the expressions left behind by your actions. Although you focused solely on the way he’d felt inside of you, you couldn’t help but adore the way his eyes fluttered closed or shot open when you’d roll your hips in a specific way he loved well, not to mention the part of his lips that made you mimic its agape retraction. It was almost like a work of art to know you were the reason behind it. 

“Fuck-Do that again. Please baby, clench around me again!” He rasped as you obeyed, his body curving into yours to the sensation granted by your tightness clenched that much further. 

“JJ…” You whimpered as he draped his hand from your thigh and onto your clit. 

“Sing for me pretty girl…I want you to come all over my cock..I wanna feel it…” You nodded, that edge brought even closer with each rubbing made of his fingers. 

“Come with me JJ-”

“I’m close baby…Fuck, I’m way too close…” He scoffed as you pulled him up from your chest, forehead resting against his, before feeling him sharpen his grip before a final kiss to your lips had marked that silent release from sensations too intense to speak along with. 

“Shit…” You confessed as he remained this way inside of you, the flexings of his cock set in tremulous responses to your own contractions as he moaned to the continuation of your warmth. 

“I want to know your schedule.” You pulled back with a chuckle. 

“My schedule?”

He nodded. “We are doing this every day for SURE until next month-”

“So you’ll only have sex with me when I’m-”

“No, I’m taking you as much as you’ll let me. But ESPECIALLY during this…” He kissed you sweetly, cursing in disbelief, before pulling you onto your feet. 

“Wonder if it feels the same in the bath…”

“Only one way to find out…” You challenged as he flexed his brow and pulled you to the bathroom to do just that…

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we please have more fluff. Specifically one of julieta reacting to Luisa's first period since she got it before her older sister

Oh we absolutely can, i LOVE a good fluff prompt

"Mami! Mami!!!"

Julieta got up out of bed faster than she ever thought possible. There was nothing more nerve-wracking to a mother, than hearing her child screaming. She bolted out of the room with Agustín following right behind her, right into Isabela's room. Isabela and Luisa wanted a sleepover tonight, hence why both were there. Julieta was usually comforted by the flowers in the room, but now, they were her hellscape. She immediately looked at her freaked out daughters, with Isabela who was comforting a crying Luisa.

"Luisa! What happened?! Did you fall?!"

Luisa wiped her face free of tears as her parents approached her, but it seemed to only get worse.

"I w-woke up because I was thirsty, and there was blood all over the bed!"

Julieta looked over at the bed, taking note of a giant red spot. Agustín raised a brow as he looked over his daughters.

"Oh. So you didn't fall, didn't cut yourself anywhere?"

Luisa shook her head, and both the parents sighed in relief.

"Oh Gracias por Dios- it's okay, Luisa. Isabela had her period, JUST like your prima Dolores!"

Isabela, who was only a few months older than Dolores, had been whining that her prima got her period first. She seemed excited about it, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Wait, so I'm a woman now?! COOL!"

Agustín chuckled, gently patting her head.

"You're growing up, but not a woman just yet. You're on the road to it though! Now, I'm going to put your sheets in the wash, and mami is gonna take you to get a shower."

Julieta couldn't be more relieved. She took a hold of Isabela's hand, letting Luisa calm down with her papi. She looked down at Isabela, who looked oddly...chipper, for what was happening.

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Great! I thought you said this period thing was bad! I didn't even feel the bleeding!"

"Huh. Well sometimes people get lucky with symptoms."

Julieta got her a spare change of clothes, and started the water for her. Isabela got undressed, and Julieta was expecting to throw her bloody underwear in the bin, but saw nothing. She stopped her daughter, curiously eyeing her clothes.

"Wait, hold on. There's no blood on these. Are there any on your thighs?"

Isabela checked her thighs, and even her crotch, but shrugged.

"No?"

"Well then how did you...oh no."

Isabela didn't have her period. It was her younger sister, Luisa. They thought it was Isabela, given the fact that she was overdue for one, but apparently not. The bathroom door opened just a crack, with Agustín holding onto little (and still crying) Luisa's hand.

"Think we had a mix up. She thought it was pee, but nope."

Isabela scoffed, fists clenched in anger.

"What? It's not MY period?! No FAIR!"

Julieta lightly patted her daughter's head, handing her clothes back to her.

"Please be sensitive, Isabela, this isn't easy for your sister right now. Come here, mi bebé, let's get you cleaned up."

They swapped kids, but Luisa held her hands out to Agustín. He was always her favorite.

"B-but I want papi..."

Agustín leaned down to kiss her forehead, taking a second to wipe away her tears.

"Easy, mi vida. I'll be back. I know you're sensitive right now. I promise, after your shower, we'll take a nap in your room for as long as you'd like. I'll even go into town and get you something, would you like that?"

Luisa sniffed as she wiped her face yet again, before nodding.

"I...I want Bandeja Paisa."

Julieta and Agustín shared a look. Getting Luisa to eat was like Agustín NOT getting into an accident. Half the time they had to bribe her to eat, often with toys. But here she was, requesting such a big meal. Agustín nodded quickly.

"Yes! You can have that, absolutely! From the good place, not the other one. Anything else?"

"Can you make that hot chocolate too? Please?"

Agustín nodded again, trying not to look so excited. Their daughter, wanting to EAT!

"Of course! I'll make you ANYTHING! After you take your shower, okay?"

Luisa nodded, though she looked mourning as Agustín walked out with Isabela. She got undressed, and sure enough, blood ruined her underwear, and even her dress. Julieta got the water ready, and sat on the toilet as Luisa started to clean herself. She waited till Luisa was done (a good twenty minutes at least), before helping her dry off with a towel. She looked at her from under her towel, softly smiling at her.

"Now, you remember what I told you about pads? You're going to have to wear them now, okay?"

Julieta got one of the bigger pads from under the sink, and Luisa whined loudly.

"It's big and bulky. I hate it."

"I know, mi vida, but you have to wear it, until you get comfortable with a tampon."

"I don't want this."

"I know it's difficult, but you're a growing woman, you need to-"

"I DON'T WANNA BE A GROWING WOMAN!!"

Luisa stomped on the floor, causing a big indent in the size of her small foot. Julieta looked at her, and poor Luisa immediately started to cry again.

"Luisa, no-"

"I'm sorry mami! I didn't mean it!"

Luisa immediately hugged her mother, and Julieta gave her a good squeeze.

"It's okay, it's okay. I know you just aren't feeling well. You're going to be just a bit angry sometimes, it happens. Your tìo will fix the floor."

Luisa looked up at the glass mirror, whimpering.

"I'm s-sorry, Casita, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Casita's tiles fluttered and flipped, letting her know it was alright. Julieta helped her get dressed, showed her how to properly put the pad on her underwear, and went to take her to her room. To her surprise, Dolores and Camilo were there, alongside Félix. Dolores saw her immediately, and rushed over to hug her.

"I heard what happened, Lulu. It's okay, me and Camilo brought you stuff to make you feel better!"

Félix, who had clearly just gotten out of bed, nodded at Julieta.

"Dolores woke me up right when she heard something. Been up all morning making her cards and bringing her toys."

Camilo was holding a fair bit of the stuff, including a box of chocolates.

"I even brought my chocolate stash. It's not full, but you sound like you need it more than I do, so you can have what's left. And I promise nothing in it is half eaten."

Dolores smiled at her prima, clinging to her side.

"You can eat the chocolates, play with the toys, and I brought my makeup kit so we can do your hair and your makeup! Because I know you feel kinda gross right now, I know I did."

Luisa looked at her cousins, and immediately started to tear up again. She gave Dolores a squeeze that made SOMETHING in her pop.

"You're the best prima EVER!"

Félix chuckled as he ushered them to Luisa's room.

"I'll watch the kids if you make some coffee?"

"Sounds fair. And I'm pretty sure Agustín is picking up breakfast."

"Good, neither of us should be cooking today."

He chuckled as he went into the room with the kiddos. Julieta was about to go into the kitchen, when he noticed Agustín was still at the front door, Isabela at his side. She approached him, finding him arguing with some townspeople.

"What is happening here?"

Agustín gestured to a group of angry looking men.

"They're mad because I told them Luisa can't do her chores today. I TOLD them she's on her period, but they won't listen!"

One of the men huffed.

"I was promised my fence was going to be fixed today, I need someone to carry the lumber. It's just her period, can't she hold it?"

Julieta had never felt more offended. Grown men, trying to push her daughter, and so ignorantly. He was about to speak again, when Julieta grabbed his ear, making him yelp as she brought him to her level.

"She can't 'hold it', just like you can't control your tongue. A grown man, wanting to put a little girl to work. You should be ashamed. You will ALL do your work by yourselves today. I want no ifs, ands, or butts. Grosero, all of you."

She let go of his ear, and pointed at them to leave. They grumbled bitterly, but did so anyway. Agustín chuckled at his wife, a big, dumb look on his face.

"I love you, SO much. Let's have another baby."

"Let's focus on one baby at a time. Isa, see if you can find something nice for Luisa while you're out, something pretty."

"Was already going to, it's why I brought my purse!"

Julieta smiled, kissing her baby's face a few times.

"Such a nice sister. And you, are going to be a nice husband and get enough breakfast for everyone."

"I can't promise I'll fill up Camilo, but I'll see what I can do."

They shared a quick kiss, and Julieta watched as they left. This was a hard time for her baby, but she was lucky she had such a big family to care for her.

[spxllcxstxr]

Cramps and Comfort • S.B

(GIF not mine)

Request: hi. I know you probably have a lot of requests and school on your head, but can I ask for a blurb/imagine with Sirius in the marauders era? so basically, before and while I’m on my period I get very insecure about everything about my looks. I’m crying about every little thing, I feel like shit and don’t have any energy. every single month. would you be comfortable writing an imagine where maybe he comforts the reader? Thank you!!! 🥺 — anon

Summary: Periods are terrible things, aren’t they? It’s a good thing Sirius is here to comfort you.

Warnings: periods, body insecurity, looks insecurity, cramps and all that, a litter self deprecating, comparisons, but Sirius comes to comfort you

Word Count: 978

A.N: uhhhh yeah I finished it! It’s shorter than what I would’ve liked, but I like to think I have some good Sirius dialogue in here! Also implied bi!Sirius because I hc him as bi so....hope you enjoy and I love you all ❤️

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The mirror in your dorm room had been charmed to not show your reflection. You consider the day you mastered that spell in fourth year one of the best days of your life, considering how useful it’s been to you ever since.

Like today, as you pace around your room, cringing at the painful stabs shooting all over your torso.

You would absolutely love to lay back down in your bed, smothering yourself in your pillows and blankets, but you know that you wouldn’t get up ever again. And you don’t want to miss your date with Sirius, one he’s actively missing Quidditch practice to take you on.

But the cramps were bad and you’re pretty certain your face is contorted into a permanent grimace, simply unflattering.

This thought has you stopping dead in your tracks, sending your mind spiraling down into thoughts of similar nature.

Merlin, you must look like a wreck at this point. Just an hour before this you were crying in the shower, so your face must still be all blotchy and red, right? Your lip wobbles at how hideous you must look at the moment.

You feel bloated and uncomfortable in your own skin, and did you even want to show your face around the castle?

You’d embarrass Sirius by just walking next to him through the corridors!

Sirius Black deserves some pretty girl or handsome guy beside him, not you.

And that’s the final straw that gets you to bury yourself under your blankets and draw the curtains shut around your bed.

You draw your knees close to your chest, trying to relieve at least some of the pain that’s throbbing across your pelvis and curling down your spine. Small whimpers leave your mouth as you try to get comfortable in the most uncomfortable situation. Nothing seems to work so you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Oi, love!” You hear from the doorway to your dorm. “Usually I’m the late one...” Sirius’ voice trails off as his footsteps stop at the foot of your bed.

“(Y/n)? You here?”

You roll your eyes at his stupidity, just because the curtains are closed, doesn’t mean no one’s wallowing in despair behind them.

Just then, pain ripples through your abdomen, resulting in you letting out a low whine. With Sirius now alerted to your position, you hide your face in your sheets.

“Hey, what’s the matter? I should be the one bawling my eyes out considering my own girlfriend stood me up.” He jokes, chuckling.

Sirius brings his hand to lay on top of yours, caressing the back of it. His touch is delicate as he traces circles across your skin.

His nails are a glossy and fiery red, something Dorcas and Marlene did to him out of pure boredom during History of Magic. The red looks good on your boyfriend, usually he’s more of a black and silver kind of guy.

“What’s wrong, hm? Did something happen?” Sirius asks, his tone laced with concern.

“I just hurt.” Your reply is muffled by your mattress, yet Sirius hears you perfectly.

Quickly, he kicks off his boots, each one thunking against your nightstand.

“Well lucky for you, nine out of ten healers prescribe me as the prefect remedy.” He chuckles.

Sirius gets under the covers behind you, his chest pressing up against your achy back, one arm thrown over your torso. His warm hand rubs circles over your abdomen.

The gesture is soothing and alleviates some of your agony.

“Whoever that one healer is, they must’ve lost their gobstones.” You hum in content.

“Believe it or not, love,” Sirius remarks from between your shoulder blades. “it’s Poppy that disagrees.”

The snort that exits your body and practically echos throughout the dorm is disturbing and unfavorable, leaving you reeling back in disgust.

“Aw, that was adorable.” Sirius laughs, nuzzling closer to the curve of your neck.

“It was gross, Sirius!” You cry. “I’m gross!”

The way tears begin to flood your eyes is majorly uncharacteristic of you, usually any compliment from Sirius was treasured. But this time, it just sets you off.

You squeeze your eyes tight, listening as Sirius sits up from his position behind you.

“What’re you on about? Where’s this all coming from?” He asks, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know, ok? I just don’t feel right!” You mumble into your sheets, more tears dripping onto them.

“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, love. I wanna help.”

You can just imagine the wounded look on his face, how his big puppy dog eyes are piercing into the back of your head. They’re probably shining with unshed tears, too.

“I’m not pretty.” You argue.

“Not pretty?” Sirius gasps. “(Y/n), you’re the most gorgeous person here! The way your eyes sparkle and how your smile always manages to captivate me even though I’ve seen it thousands of times...”

You shift awkwardly at his confession, and you end up sitting with your back against the headboard, arms still cradling your aching abdomen.

“You’re just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.” You sniff, starting to rub your eyes with your sleeves.

“I’m saying this because I love you, (Y/n).” Sirius admits, cupping the side of your face. His grey eyes gaze deeply into your own. “I love you just the way you are.”

“But—“

“No buts, love.” He grins, his thumb lightly tapping your cheekbone. “I love you no matter what.”

Your lips wobbles at the sincerity in his voice, so you throw your arms around his neck, quickly burying your face into his shirt.

He pats the small of your back.

“You don’t have to cry, love. I don’t know how to deal with girls crying.” Sirius awkwardly chuckles, though he’s still squeezing you between his arms.

“Well get used to it, this’ll be a monthly occurrence.”

“Anything for you, love.”

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Relief

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x female reader (cishet, no y/n, no kids, reader is on her period)

Warnings: Mutual hand jobs during period, blood is mentioned but not featured. Cramps described.

Summary: Frankie knows how to deal with cramps. Frankie's got you.

You exhale a sigh of relief when you step underneath the hot spray of water. Shuddering at the sudden heat of the shower, you tense up for a second before relaxing and turning your face up towards the stream. As you get used to the temperature, you turn up the heat a little more and carefully rub your lower back and stomach to spread out the warmth over the bloated, aching parts. You got your period this morning and have spent the day with a nagging ache radiating from your stupid fucking uterus. Towards the evening, the cramps worsened and you didn't eat much during dinner. Frankie had suggested you take a shower and an early night, let him worry about cleaning up, but you were loath to just let everything go because of something you've experienced once a month for over half your life. Besides, this wasn't even the worst your body could throw at you: you were still functioning. Uncomfortable, yes, but not bedridden and vomiting. After a few chores, however, you figured you had done enough for the day, and decided to take Frankie's advice.

The hot water relaxes you and for a long while, you just stand underneath the stream, eyes closed and one palm resting on your lower abdomen, relieved that the shower is taking the edge of the pain, but you're still feeling swollen and sore. Finally opening your eyes, you reach for the shampoo just as the door opens and Frankie comes in. He’s wearing only a t-shirt and boxer briefs, and proceeds to shed these quickly before getting into the shower booth with you.

”How’s you, gorgeous?” he murmurs into your ear, slipping his arms around you from behind.

A little flutter in the pit of your stomach brings forth a smile on your lips, and you put the shampoo bottle away.

”Surviving.”

”I know you’re in pain but fuck, I love it when your tits and ass swell up like this.”

He moves his large hands to your ass cheeks and squeezes, before trailing his fingers lightly up your sides and to your front, covering your breasts. He’s a lot more careful with them than with your ass; experience has taught him that if he’s too rough when they’re tender, he’ll get punched in the face. (For real: you were once taken by surprise by his well-meaning but slightly too rough grip, the sudden pain making you startle in a perfect backwards headbutt. He got a nose bleed and you felt awful, but he felt worse, not from pain but for having hurt you.)

”It’s not as bad as it was two days ago. I wouldn’t even have let you touch them,” you let him know, the flutter in your stomach intensifying when Frankie brushes his fingers over your stiff nipples.

”I know, and it’s torture. They were bigger two days ago. But I just have to make do...”

He trails kisses down your shoulder, one hand staying on your breast and the other wandering down between your legs, finding your clit. You exhale in a soft sigh.

”I’m bleeding a lot," you warn him with a low moan. ”And I’m sore, Frankie, I... I don’t want you in me.” You feel awful for telling him this because you usually always want him in you, but right now, you would just be uncomfortable. It's not the blood, it's the overall uneasiness.

”Don’t worry baby, I know what you need,” he whispers in a low growl, his breath hot on your ear. You feel him grow hard against your butt, so your lean back, pressing yourself against his dick, just as he starts to rub your clit gently with two fingers. Sparks run up and down your body as you let out another sigh before turning your head so you can reach his mouth. You find it, but also get hit full on in the face by the shower, so you giggle and wipe at your eyes. Frankie chuckles as he redirects both you and the shower head before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you like only he can, lightly but with commitment. You've never been with anyone who could kiss like Francisco Morales. Then again, you've never loved anyone as much as you love him, never wanted anyone like you want him. Never been safe enough with anyone to want them so much, so bad, so fully.

He pinches your nipple a little too hard, and you bite his lip in return. You both grunt and fall back.

”Sorry,” he smiles. You smile back.

”No you’re not...”

You reach behind yourself, find his dick, and start to stroke it. Frankie leans his forehead to the back of your head, breathing audibly, his hand working faster between your legs. You moan and find the wall with your free hand to support yourself. The dull ache of your cramps is now shadowed by the escalating pull in your groin and despite the hot water, your skin prickles over for a moment, your arousal manifesting in goosebumps that quickly disappear in the stream of hot water.

Frankie's breathing is shallow against your ear, echoing your own, both of you breathing more audibly, exhales turning into small, short moans as you take each other closer to the edge. You're finding it difficult to work Frankie's hard dick with your hand awkwardly reaching behind yourself, but he doesn���t seem to have any complaints. You think dimly that if this doesn’t work out, you can suck him off once you're undone. He’d like that. Or...

”Wanna cum on my ass, baby?” you invite him in a breathless whisper. ”Wanna cum on my round, soft ass?”

”Fuck,” Frankie groans, flipping a couple of wet, heavy strands of hair out of the way before kissing your neck and sucking into the skin. You hiss and do your best to jerk him off faster, but your hand is no longer functioning optimally as you're closing in on your orgasm. You don't want to grab him too hard, so you let go of him and braze yourself with both hands against the tile wall. Panting, you bite down on your lower lip and hold your breath –

– and release a low keen, a tiny shudder traveling through your body as the orgasm relaxes and tenses you up, simultaneously, wonderfully. Frankie doesn't give your clit a rest when he grabs his cock, taking over where you left off.

”Cum on my ass, baby,” you beckon him, breathless and still riding the waves of your orgasm, ”that’s it, cum on my ass...” You tense up again, your fingers clawing helplessly on the walls without finding a grip, and your legs shake as you mewl your way through another release.

Despite the flowing water from the shower, you feel the hot spurts of cum on your ass cheeks. Frankie curses in a strangled voice and releases your burning bundle of nerves, slapping both hands to your hips and pulling you to him, pressing a gasping, open-mouth kiss to your shoulder. You feel him tremble about as much as you yourself are and very carefully, you take your hands off the wall and put them over his. You lean back and feel his chest heave against your back. He murmurs in appreciation at the contact.

”Damn, baby.”

”Uh-huh.”

You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, gazing into those wonderful brown eyes of his.

”You’re so good to me,” you say sincerely. Frankie smiles softly, sliding his hands down to your ass.

”It’s because your ass is awesome,” he grins before dipping down to kiss you. ”And because I love you.”

He helps wash your hair, something he's done plenty of times before but still makes you purr with pleasure. You return the favor and it gives you the same kind of gratification to see how much he appreciates it as well.

After the shower, when you're dry, warm, and dressed in pj's, you go to the kitchen to put your rice heat pack in the microwave. Your cramps have subsided considerably, but you still want to keep your belly warm.

"You hungry?" Frankie asks, rummaging through the fridge. "You hardly ate anything."

"I'll have a cup of tea. Eating makes me so gassy," you grimace. It doesn't matter what you eat during your first two days on your period: your stomach turns upside down.

”Okay, baby." Frankie goes to the cupboard where the coffee and tea are stored. "The pink box?"

"Thanks, yeah, that's the one." You accept the box of tea from him, and your big teacup. Frankie fills the kettle with water and turns it on, before leaning against the sink.

"Wouldn’t want you to fart in your sleep all night,” he teases you with a little smirk. ”I’d send you to the couch immediately.”

”Here we go,” you sigh theatrically as you move into his embrace. ”Total asshole as soon as your dick’s back in your pants.” You kiss his nose before giving it a little nip.

”I was so good to you only thirty minutes ago," he reminds you, feigning offense. You scoff, but you also can't help smiling widely. He's always so good to you, every day. You can't believe your luck.

The microwave pings and you pick out the pad and grab your tea. On your way to the living-room for an uneventful rest of the night on the couch in front of the tv, Frankie catches you in his arms. Pressing his sharp nose to your neck, he inhales deeply and hums in approval.

”Feeling better?”

”If I say yes, are you gonna be a smug asswipe about it?”

”You bet.”

"Then no, I feel like shit." Sweetly, you bat your eyelashes at him. "You're going to have to make at least a bit of an effort."

"I like a challenge."

He follows you to the couch and not even half an episode of Parks and Recreation later, you're admitting that you feel a lot better. Another two episodes, and you're asleep against his side.

[lunasblipsandblurbs]

hello!! i love this blog but was always too afraid to request any headcannons but im going through the thick of it now so, what about the boys dealing with their S/O when they are going through their period with incredibly horrible cramps and bloating?

Omg Bby I am so sorry you are going through that right now. Let me whip you up something quick. 

*AFAB reader because periods, but nothing is gendered specifically female/feminine

Warning: Max & Ezra's 18+

Din Djarin

When it’s been about four hours since Din’s seen you on the ship he begins to get kind of concerned. You two are in hyper-space right now so….where the fuck are you? Knowing the only other place you really would be Din heads straight to the bunk to see if you are resting, maybe you are taking a nap right now like Grogu is in his pram right now. When he gets to the bunk and presses the door open he's created by the sight of you curled up in the fetal position rocking gently back and forth. He’s going to tilt his bucket at you and ask what the hell is wrong with you? When you grit out its unfortunately that time of the month for you Din first of all grumbles quietly to himself (he didn’t get you knocked up this time, fuck) then he is going to go off and bring you an ice pack, a heating pack, extra blankets and pillows. He basically makes you a lil nest for you to hide in while you ride out the cramps. He’s going to ask you if you want to be alone and if you do, no problem he's outta there. But if you need him with you he will not hesitate to toss you the blindfold and crawl in with you.

Javier Pena

Yeeeeaaaaah he might be a bit awkward with you to be honest. It was just the time period, misogynistic tendencies up the ass my guys. So when you let Javi into your apartment and he immediately has his mouth over yours, his hands groping at your hips as he gently pushes you towards any surface, you have to push back to get him to slow the fuck down. When you explain you really really want to fuck him but you CANNOT this week hes gonna get a little bit lost on what to do. He’s down to just hang out in each other's company but when you start complaining of the cramps in your stomach and how bloated and uncomfortable you are he’s just….not gonna relate. He will give you comforting back rubs and forehead kisses tho as you cuddle into his side. 

Frankie Morales

Oh hunnie, hunnay, hunnnnaaaayyyyy! You have no worries with Frankie by your side. He’s gonna get legit lowkey pissy when he finds out you lied to him about being okay when he finds you curled up in a ball on your couch after you texted him asking if he could drop you off some essentials. He’s instantly going to coherce you to take a bath and he will even offer to join you. Frankie was a special ops pilot and soldier and a little blood is not going to phase him at all. He is going to pull out all the comforts, the bath, he's gonna make you some homemade mac n cheese, give you a shoulder rub, throw on your guys’ favorite movie and by the end of the night you are gonna be so pissed you didn’t call him earlier to come be with you.

Ezra 18+

This man thinks that anyone that literally has their uterine lining shed themselves every month or so deserves the utmost respect. He fully realizes the annoyances and discomfort that you go through every month, no one willingly wants to shove a piece of cotton up their body. So he secretly has your cycle tracked so he knows when you are due to have your period. He knows you never like to tell him because you just like to try and make it through with no complaints but holy fucking shit if these cramps could NOT tear out your insides that would be just swell. So when you eventually do slink up to Ezra with some pathetic whimpers of how everything hurts this man is going to offer to straight up fuck you to get you off so your aching stomach muscles show some mercy on your soul. The decision is up to you tho bby. 

Max Phillips 18+

Some of y’all are really gonna hate me for this but…..while this is your most loathsome time of the month, it’s Max’s absolute favorite. He’s like a feral cat going into heat around you when you start your period. The instant he smells that perfect blood dripping into your underwear he’s crowding you up against any surface begging you to please, please let him take care of you. And by taking care of you I mean eating you out for hours upon hours if you’ll let him. It is grotesque, messy, and borderline too much for you to look down at him devouring your sex, you can see the red smears streaking his chin but it’s also the most amazing fucking feeling ever. You are already way more sensitive as is on your period and to have a boyfriend totally ready to fuck you anytime you want during this hellish week is just perfect. He says that every month when you are on your period is the time he really treats himself to indulge…….again, hokay freak. 

Pero Tovar

Oh gawd he’s going to be such an awkward noodle. He feels bad that you are feeling so much pain and discomfort but he LITERALLY JUST REALLY FIGURED OUT PERIODS. He’s not totally oblivious it’s just that he was on the road with mostly men when he’s selling his sword and when he did meet up with a woman they were never on their period because well….they were fucking him. He knew about the blood shed once a month but he literally thought that it was like once a month….like a day maybe. When you told him the reality of ‘No you ignorant oaf, its for seven fucking days!’ He gawked at you. He had to deal with you suffering through this for SEVEN DAYS. When you try to get up to prepare your evening meal Pero instantly stops you. He ends up picking up all your chores for your seven days, on top of his own so you don't have to move and be uncomfortable. He grumbles out that “Bleeding for seven days inbetween my legs sounds like hell I wouldn’t move from the bed so why should you? Now go back and rest, Amor.” Yeah, he’s gruff and awkward at times but he’s just a big teddy bear. 

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Monthly Visitor

Got my period felt gross decided to use my slasher OC Alan Sharpe to comfort me sdfgfdsdfgbfd dont judge me i know im full of sin

Warnings: AFAB Reader, fluff, period talk, Alan making pervy jokes cause he’s a perv, Alan getting called daddy cause he is a massive simp

Word Count: ~700

"Are you alright y/n?"

The sudden sound made you startle awake, your heart racing as you tried to figure out what was going on. Alan looked down at you, face full of concern. He never used your name unless he was angry or worried. Just when your mind began to race as you wondered what was wrong, you suddenly became aware of the state you were in and knew exactly why he was concerned. 

You were curled in a tight ball on the couch, various junk food and chocolate wrappers on the floor beneath you. You shifted to look around you, wincing as the dull ache in your lower back became more insistent. Your stomach tightened as well, and you grunted as your hand absentmindedly tried to ease the pain.

"I got my period," you mumble, trying to adjust to a more comfortable position sitting up. Alan knelt down in front of you, hand resting on your thigh as he rubbed tiny circles with his thumb. "My heating pad got cold and I didn't want to get up." You yank the pad from beneath you and set it aside. 

"Poor honey," Alan cooed as he moved to sit beside you on the couch. All it took was for him to open his arms and you fell into them, eyes fluttering closed as his hands fell to your lower back. "Let me help." 

You couldn't help the satisfied moan as he dug his thumbs into your skin. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nuzzled your face into his shoulder as he pressed tight circles into your back. Melting into his touch, you felt like jelly beneath him. You didn't want it to stop, his fingers digging into exactly the right place to ease the cramps a bit more. 

After a few moments of blissful silence and relief, you mumbled, "I feel bloated and icky and gross." 

"Have you taken anything?" He asked. You shook your head. With a soft chuckle, he says, "Well no wonder you feel like shit, sweetheart. We've got to take care of that." 

You curl your fingers into the back of his button-up. "Not yet. I wanna stay like this." 

"My fingers are that good, hmm?" You groan and smack his shoulder as he laughs. Even in moments like these he couldn't keep his perverted mind in check. "Alright, alright. The sooner you let me up the sooner I can help you feel better. Got it?"

With a groan you relinquish your hold on him, and Alan stands up and starts picking up the empty wrappers on the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't make dinner," you say meekly. 

Alan scoffs. "Don't worry about it. I can make dinner tonight. What do you want?"

"Frozen pizza." 

Alan looked up at you and narrowed his eyes. "Your stomach isn't going to be any better if you eat that crap, you know." 

"But I want itttttttttt," you whined, slouching on the couch as he stood before you, hands on his hips. With a bat of your eyelashes, you added, "Pleaseeeeee Daddy?" 

Alan rolled his eyes and reached for the hot pad and sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I'm making a salad too. And you'd better eat it. At least that way you'll feel a bit better." 

"Thank you," you tell him, watching as he walked off towards the kitchen. "Just remember to add more cheese! They never put enough cheese on the pizza."

"Got it," he called out. 

You thought for a moment. "Don't forget the oregano too." 

Alan popped his head back into the living room as the sounds of the microwave heating the pad could be heard. He crossed his arms and teasingly asked, "Now do you think so little of me that you need to remind me to put the oregano on? Really?" 

You pouted with your arms crossed. "I was just reminding you, stop being such an ass." 

He smirked at you. "Is that any way to treat your Daddy, sweetheart?" 

You huffed, ignoring him as he went back to the kitchen to retrieve your hot pad. When he brought it back to you, he made sure to place it right against your back for you to sit on. You sighed at the heat, and before he could stand back up you yanked him back down by the sleeves. "Thank you." 

"You're welcome, darling." Even with that smug, self-assured grin, you couldn't help placing a chaste kiss on his lips that he happily reciprocated. He left one more peck before getting up to go make dinner, and you couldn't help but feel lucky to have a man like him. 

[sickfic-with-kiko]

hey i love your writing and i was wondering if i could get a flu-y oikawa who is super nauseous but can’t get anything up. cue iwaizami coming and saving the day 🤗. can in have that with lots of burps and fluff ❤️

Take all the time you need I know you’re busy right now! Could you Maybe write something with a sick oikawa? And he hides it from iwa? But then just feels so awful and ends up going to iwa? I’ve never asked something before so I’m not sure How this works? hope this is ok? (｡•́︿•̀｡) I LOVE SICKFIC could you do an iwaizumi one? I don’t care if he’s throwing up or the reader is, or Oikawa is, I really don’t care as long as he is involved haha please I can and will die for any and every oikawa sickfic. all i ask is for emeto and a comforting Iwaizumi :,)

Everything is burning. And for once, Oikawa isn’t exaggerating. He feels like the world is actually on fire, but no. The only thing doing that is his own body, which is arguably the same thing. 

He’d finished his report the day before, thank goodness. But that relief does little to help the pain in his… everything. It all feels awful, from his head to his stomach. He hopes he won’t have to throw up. 

“I’m going to finish my assignment soon. I’ll be free in a few hours.” 

Iwaizumi had said to him, and retreated back into their room to focus on his work. And Oikawa had smiled and waved, ignoring the strange ache in his stomach. 

Ten minutes after, Oikawa’s head had started feeling warm. And when another ten minutes had passed, he was certain he had a fever. There was nothing he could do except curl up and wait for it to pass. 

After an hour, Oikawa is certain the sickness isn’t going to pass. It’s worsening, for certain. He can feel the queasiness in his stomach pushing and pulling, his breathing hot against his lips. 

He wants to go to Iwaizumi, and cling to him for comfort. But he’s busy with his college assignment, and had respected Oikawa’s space when he was cramming words into his report. Oikawa can’t disturb him just because he’s feeling under the weather. 

Oikawa grabs a blanket and drapes it over himself, curling against it to get whatever warmth he can out of it. Sleeping on the sofa isn’t exactly comfortable, but it’s the softest surface he can lie against. 

A groan slips past his lips. Drops of sweat begin to gather on his skin, and a shiver passes through his spine. His upper stomach feels like it’s being stabbed with a blunt object. Tears begin to form in his eyes. 

The dizzy feeling in his head presses against his eyes, until it begins to hurt. Before he can do anything about it, it develops into an awful headache. It spreads into his eye sockets and down into his jaw. He squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his face against the cushion. 

Oikawa wants to cry. His condition has worsened exponentially in a matter of minutes. His stomach is gurgling painfully, and his head pounds periodically, different from his usual migraines. He can barely move without his head swimming. 

He attempts to get down from the sofa, and the moment his feet touch the ground, something shifts in his stomach. A dry heave escapes him, leaving his stomach cramped and sore. He crawls onto the floor, still tangled in the blanket. 

The trip to the bedroom seems too long, as he drags his feet across the ground. The door is right in front of him. The sudden overwhelming urge to cry strikes him. He’s going to disturb Iwaizumi and ruin his grades. He’s an awful boyfriend. His head hurts so much. 

“Iwa-chan…” Oikawa calls out, pushing the door open slightly. He sees the back of Iwaizumi’s head, as he works away at his laptop. A stabbing pain in his stomach makes him whimper and crumple onto the ground. 

Whether it’s Oikawa’s miserable voice or the thump that gave him away, Iwaizumi stops what he’s doing. He turns around, and sees the normally sturdy Oikawa in a heap on the ground. “Oi, what’s wrong?” He tears himself out of his seat, making a run towards him. 

It’s a moment of acknowledgement for Oikawa, and he breaks. “I feel really unwell,” he sobs, as Iwaizumi puts his hand on his forehead. “My head hurts. And my stomach.” He leans into the touch, not needing to play up his symptoms like he sometimes does. He’s actually sick. 

“Shit, you’re sick. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Iwaizumi’s voice is rough, in contrast to his tender touches. Oikawa only manages another choked sob, which resonates like a steel ball banging against his head. His skin is boiling, and he still can’t stop shivering. 

“I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb you.” Oikawa sniffles, hugging Iwaizumi to keep him within reach. He’s on his knees, barely able to stand up. 

Iwaizumi picks up the blanket tangled around Oikawa’s limbs, and wraps him up. “I wasn’t trying to blame you, idiot.” He lifts him onto their shared bed, pulling the covers up over his warm body. “Sleep it off for a bit. You probably have a fever.” 

“I can’t,” Oikawa whines, wrapping his arm around his stomach. “I feel nauseous and my head really hurts.” 

Iwaizumi huffs, stroking Oikawa’s hair. “I’ll get some painkillers for you. Try not to puke until I come back, if you can.” 

He leaves the room, and Oikawa shifts on the bed with a groan. His stomach feels bloated, despite the lack of food put into it. An airy burp escapes him, worsening the sickly feeling in his stomach. 

“Still feeling crappy?” Iwaizumi asks, coming back into the room with a plastic basin and a glass of water. “If you feel like throwing up, you should probably take care of that before having any medicine.” 

Oikawa nods, keeping the basin within a safe distance. His stomach tugs at him, gurgling ominously. “I feel sick, but I don’t know if I can throw up. I just feel queasy.” 

A hand is on his back, rubbing firmly up and down. “You won’t feel good if you’re just sitting there nauseous all day.” Iwaizumi says, and Oikawa lets out a hiccup in response. “Try and get it up.” 

“I don’t know how to.” Oikawa holds the basin, wishing he could hurry up and get the nausea out of his stomach. His stomach is queasy and bloated enough to make him burp a couple of times, but nothing more happens. 

Iwaizumi hands him a glass of water. “Have a drink. I’ll press on your stomach, maybe that’ll help.” He suggests, and Oikawa gulps. Iwaizumi’s sheer strength would probably make all of his internal organs rise to his mouth. The mental image isn’t very pleasant. 

Oikawa gulps down the water, and immediately feels a change in his body. His stomach is trying to reject it. A wet belch passes through his lips, and Iwaizumi pats his back to try and coax more out of him. 

“It’s okay, Oikawa. It’ll be over soon.” Iwaizumi says, hand slipping down to press on his stomach. “Get it all out, okay?” He gives a few comforting rubs, before applying enough pressure to make Oikawa gag. He doesn’t throw up, but comes close to it. 

Oikawa shivers underneath the blankets, waiting for the inevitable to happen. “Fuck,” he spits into the basin, shoulders rising and falling. His stomach feels like it’s being churned. 

Iwaizumi presses inwards on Oikawa’s stomach, moving his hand upwards. That combined with a firm rub on his back seems to have done the trick. A gurgle comes from Oikawa’s throat, and a splash of vomit lands into the basin. 

Oikawa lets out a shaky breath. Another wave of nausea makes his stomach clench, and he feels the vomit rise to his throat. Iwaizumi pats his back gently as he pukes, urging him to get everything out of his system. 

“It’s all right. I’ve got you.” Iwaizumi holds him as he throws up, stroking his hair. Oikawa sniffles, gagging once and vomiting a thin stream of liquid. His mouth feels disgusting, and his stomach heaves even when there’s nothing left. 

Iwaizumi offers him a glass of water, to rinse out his mouth. Once he gets rid of the bitter aftertaste, he feels a little less awful. His stomach feels empty, and although his headache is still there, he feels marginally better. 

“I wanna sleep, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa murmurs, curling up into the pillow. He feels Iwaizumi’s hand on his head, stroking his hair. 

He closes his eyes, knowing Iwaizumi is there for him. He’s okay. He’ll feel better soon, and he’ll ask for as much attention he can squeeze out of him. 

[makoodlesarchive]

Hello there! I love your blog. I started my period & was wondering if you could write like a story with Kiri and a fem reader where kiri tries to get ahold her but she doesn't answer, gets worried and goes to check on her and it just turns out that the reader just started her period so the cramping is just killing her (metaphorically lol) and without saying anything he goes out to get her everything she needs and to comfort her and they just end up cuddling and other fluffy stuff in the end

hiya!! yes absolutely! i completely understand your pain, i get the worst periods i hope you feel better soon anon!pairing: kirishima x readerwarnings: mentions of periods

The cool ceramic of the bathtub feels glorious against your flushed face, though the heat from your skin leaches the coolness from it quickly. You swear you can’t remember ever feeling this miserable in your whole life; you’re way too hot, you’re all bloated, you’re sweating too much, you feel nauseous, and your cramps are killing you.

You’ve been lying in your empty bathtub wearing nothing but your underwear, hoping the chill will help cool your flushed, clammy skin. It feels like your cramps are radiating from your core right up your spine, and you clench your eyes shut and whimper a little as a particularly nasty one rocks through you. The pain sends you into a near dissociative state – you have no idea how long you’ve been in the bathroom, whether it’s been minutes or hours. You’re pulled from it by a hesitant call of your name.

You had left the bathroom door open when you stumbled in, and it didn’t take long for Kirishima’s head to appear in the doorway. “Babe?”

“Oh no.” you mumble, and cover your face with your hands. 

There’s a frown creasing his forehead, though it fades a little when he sees you. “I’ve been calling you! I was getting really worried when you weren’t answering, I thought something bad might have happened.”

You can’t help the sharp flare of hot embarrassment; you and Kirishima haven’t been together for that long, and he certainly hasn’t seen you like this before. “Don’t look at me.”

“What?” Kirishima laughs softly, then pads quietly into the bathroom, “Hey, what’s- oh.”

You peek through your fingers to see what he’s looking at, then follow his gaze down to your bare legs. You’ve leaked through your underwear. “Oh god,” you whisper, sitting up to try and cover yourself, “Kiri, leave. Please.”

Kirishima looks away and tries to make eye contact, but you’re too embarrassed to even look at him. When you bury your face in your hands again, he edges out of the bathroom and closes the door behind himself. You’re aware on some level that you’re overreacting – periods are natural, and you know that Kirishima would never think any less of you for something like this. But that doesn’t change the fact that you feel completely miserable, you probably look like shit, and you just really don’t want your boyfriend to see you like this.

You close your eyes again. The bathtub isn’t exactly the most comfortable place to fall asleep, but you’re exhausted enough that you think you might manage it. You drift for a while, unable to fully fall asleep thanks to the constant throbbing discomfort in your abdomen. Eventually, you manage to force yourself up to shower. 

The shower helps – you feel a little more alive once you’ve rinsed off the sweat and blood, and by the time you’re wrapped in a fluffy towel you feel like you’re human again. The cramps haven’t abated at all, and your lower back is aching uncomfortably, but you feel so much better now that you’re clean.

When you slip back into your room to get dressed though, you’re faced with cruel reality; you’re out of pads and tampons. You could honestly cry. You knew you were supposed to restock after your last period, but you had just totally forgotten. 

You’re ready to just lay down on the floor and hope you sink down into it when there’s another gentle knock at your bedroom door. 

“Y/N?” Kirishima’s voice is a little hesitant, as if he’s worried you’re going to turn him away again, and your heart clenches. When you open the door, you’re greeted with the sight of Kirishima bouncing on his toes with a nervous little smile. “Hey,” he says quietly, as though he’s afraid of spooking you, “I know you’re not feeling good, so I went to the store for you.”

He pulls out a plastic bag from behind his back and offers it to you with that same nervous smile. You take it, and offer back a tired smile of your own. “You didn’t have to, Eiji-” you break off once you take a peek inside the bag. It’s full of more pads and tampons than you could use in a year in the exact brand that you always buy, along with packs of your favourite candy, painkillers, and heating packs. You stared at it all for a long moment, before realising that your eyes were prickling a little with unshed tears.

“You just looked so miserable earlier, and I wanted to try and cheer you u- oh god, don’t cry!” Kirishima’s voice went high with panic, his eyes widening as he caught sight of your face, “Did I get the wrong ones? I can take them back and get new ones-!”

“No, they’re perfect!” you hurry to assure him, rubbing at your eyes with a wobbly smile. “I’m sorry, I’m just in pain and hormonal. It’s all perfect. I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

“Nothing to apologise for, baby.” Kirishima murmurs, and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll set up the TV with a movie – have you eaten?”

You shake your head, “I didn’t feel well.”

“I got you soup.” he says, then grins proudly as though that was the height of domesticity, “I’ll go heat it up. You do what you need to do, then we can cuddle and watch Netflix! Sound good?”

“Yeah.” you say quietly, clutching the plastic bag to your chest like it was filled with gold. “Sounds great.”

You smile back, helpless in the face of his blinding grin. As he disappears down the hall, you allow some of the tension you’ve been carrying in your shoulders to leak out. With it goes some of the back pain, and you sigh in relief. You don’t know how you’ve ended up so lucky, but you feel a little silly for not having called Kirishima in the first place.

Once you’ve gotten yourself all cleaned up and dressed snugly in old sweatpants and one of Kirishima’s shirts, you slip down the hall. Kirishima is in front of the television, a bowl of steaming soup sat next to him as he flicks through cheerful films on Netflix. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “Thank you,” you mumble, words muffled by his skin.

He laughs, and tugs you around so you’re sat in his lap, “There’s really nothing to be thanking me for, sweetheart. It’s the least I could do. I’m just trying to be a good boyfriend.” he beams at you, so earnestly that it feels like your heart is melting.

“You’re the best boyfriend,” you correct, leaning heavily into his chest. Your cramps haven’t stopped, but as you close your eyes and inhale deeply you can’t help but think that Kirishima just makes everything better.

[vinylhazza]

e comforting you on your period is so cute like between the hormones and cramps you’d be a mess but he’s trying to make you feel better 🥺

he starts to randomly and out of the blue. you had a mini panic attack for about three days because you waited, and waited, and waited and had started to think that you might quite possibly be pregnant. you were never late and it was so out of tune for you that you had ethan panicking as well. not because it would be a bad thing, but because it’s such a major milestone and there was no discussion upon a “what if”.

but now you know your body was preparing for the hell is was about to go through. you felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside out. you were bloated, irritated, hurting, sad, hot, and quite frankly felt like complete shit. you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and wallow in your own self misery and pain until it went away.

but you were craving chocolate right now and that ice cream in the fridge with the brownie bites? calling your freaking name. but you just couldn’t make yourself get up. every move would cause a stabbing pain in your back and lower abdomen, a searing ache that had you clutching your stomach and clamping your eyes shut in agony. a grunt would leave your lips, a little “ow” dropping from your throat before you lay back down and admit that maybe ice cream wasn’t worth the pain.

ethan had gone to the store about 30 minutes ago because your dumbass forgot pads and he didn’t want you out driving when you were in so much pain. he even picked up some more midol as he was rushing back down the isles to the counter to check out. he had no shame about buying you what you needed. his girl was in pain and he was going to do whatever it took to make this God awful experience better. if that means going to the store on a pad, medicine, candy, and peach tea run? so be it.

although you did miss his warmth. it was hard not having him there as your own personal heater. having him with you made the need for a heating pad much lower than it was before. he was always so cozy and made every nerve in your body tingle. he was so easy to snuggle up to and fall asleep and try to at least forget about the pain for a while. he relaxed you even if you don’t always notice it right away. but you definitely notice when he’s gone.

you just keep telling yourself he’ll be back soon. and he would be. he was rushing home in the jeep, all but running out of CVS to get back to his girl. he’s never seen it this bad before. you had been crying all day from the aching in your back, he was actually worried you might have to go to the hospital - bless his heart. you had just never given him a warning that sometimes your body rebels against you when it comes this time of the month and it’s worse than most girls. well he knew now.

he had even asked grayson on his way out of the house if he should be worried and if it’s normal - of course grayson merely nods his head knowingly giving him a quiet “pad run?”. ethan huffs in response before grabbing his keys to haul ass to the nearest CVS just for you.

you’re withering away in his bed, balled up in a fetal position in the bed, every blanket in the house on you. of course you were hot but you thouht maybe it would be best to get snuggled. but nothing beats ethans snuggles. tears continue to dribble down your face periodically. it was torture and you just needed it to be over as soon as possible.

you swear you let out a sob when you hear the front door open, catching the crescendo of ethans footsteps down the hall. he’s running into the room with rosy cheeks and a puffing chest, out of breath but glad he’s finally back. he was going as fast as he could but it still didn’t feel like it was fast enough.

“e,” you whine, turning around and giving him grabby hands, whimpering when the small of your back shoots a pain straight through the middle part of your body. your uterus was actually going to fall the fuck out if this didn’t end soon. you know you’re being a baby but you didn’t care at this moment.

“i got here as fast as i could baby i’m sorry, the line was long,” he apologizes softly, setting the bags on the desk and taking out exactly what you needed. he lays everything out nice and neat before placing the peach tea next to you on the night table.

thankfully you had used the last pad before laying right back in bed so it would be a while before you’d have to get up again. a nice hot shower sounded lovely right about not. but not before ethan cuddles.

fortunately you were grinning through your tears because your boyfriend new how to really listen.

“ethan can you bring that ice cream in the fridge when you get back please?” you groan from the bed, covers up over your nose.

“of course, i’ll be right back. love you,” he assures you gently, kissing you on the forehead for that extra comfort before he left.

“love you too.”

now here he was, with the tub of chocolate brownie ice cream. an angel in the flesh. you start crying again simply because your hormones are off the chain today and somehow this ice cream is the best gift he could have given you at the moment.

your grabby hands switch from him to the ice cream, a happy giggle leaving your lips. he pulls away with an “ah ah ah”, a playful grin plastered across his face.

“gimme,” you whine, not have the energy to do much else. you’re sitting up reaching for the ice cream, but he keeps snatching it away. he ends up climbing in the bed with you, lifting up your aching body to place you right between his legs, back against his chest.

you sigh immediately feeling his warmth radiate through his crew neck you’re wearing right now. the relief you feel is slight but it’s the one thing that’s helped at all the entire day, so the slight relief of pain? God send.

“share it with me?” he asks fondly into your ear, wrapping an arm around you, the other presenting you with the ice cream and two spoons. ah, cheeky shit.

you can only nod your head, causing him to release yet another laugh at your eagerness for the chocolate treat.

it’s mostly a night full of snacks, binging disney films, cuddles, and the greatest thing of all - ethans massage. ethans very unexpected massage.

you had told him one time that it hurt mostly in your lower stomach and around to your lower back and you just wish there was something to make it go away. you had tried rubbing it to see if that would help, but your small dainty hands did nothing for the monster cramps that tortured every muscle.

you gasped when ethan lifted your shirt up, exposing the lower half of your abdomen to him. the cold air against your skin had goosebumps rising to the surface. it was a shock because you had been burning alive all day - it was surprising to feel something to cold all at once.

that was soon diminished when you felt ethan place both of his hands against your lower stomach, right over the area where the cramps were the worst. it nearly made you drop your ice cream when you felt his fingers dip in and swirl gently, circular motions that had your eyes rolling shut and head dropping back against his shoulder. that did it. that right there is what helped the most out of everything.

you had been hogging the ice cream up to this point. he had only taken a bite because he was trying to figure out where exactly you were hurting the most. he soon figured it out when you winced, momentarily grabbing that exact spot on your body before going back to the ice cream.

he worked at a slow pace, pushing in and rubbing around the area, humming a little tune under his breath. Mulan flashed across the screen, but that was long forgotten by now. you couldn’t even open your eyes that’s out much pressure was removed from your body all at once.

“that feel better?” he hummed to you, soothing deep voice sending vibrations through your back.

“mhmm,” comes from your lips in a quite mumble, so drowsy from fighting the pain all day you can’t hardly keep your eyes open with him doing this and making it all go away. the best part about it was that it was ethan, it was ethans big warm hands, ethans voice sending the vibrations, ethan legs resting under yours, ethans cologne that clouded your mind. he not only eased up your pain mentally but physically as well.

you don’t even realize when you’re dozing off, almost all of the ice cream gone from the small tub, spoon falling in your limp hand, hand resting back against his shoulder.

seeing your body so relaxed and conformed into his made him happy because he finally achieved his goal of making the pain go away in the best way he could. he watched you eat the ice cream with a smile, drink the tea with a hum, get up to change your pad only for a moment before rushing back to him. you would take a shower after you’ve slept after an entire day of torture from your own body.

you were already asleep when his hands removed themselves from your skin and moved to the remote or the TV, shutting the movie off and placing the room in darkness. the empty ice cream was placed on the table as he tucked his crew neck back into place and moved the blanket up to your chin over the both of you.

he gazed at your blissful face only for a moment in the pale moonlight, lips tugging up at the corner that he made you happy in this rough time. if he can make the pain go away even a little then he feels like it’s a win, and the fact that it worked and was just a shot in the dark? even bigger win. he would do it all over again just to see you sleeping soundly without pain.

[potsiepanda]

I wanted to write a post about what it is like to live with a chronic illness in a way so people would understand and take chronically Ill people seriously.

I get looked down on by people so much, I get looks as if I've made things up, I've heard comments said by loved ones that hurt, I've had doctors and nurses say "your too young to be ill" so of course I must be making everything up and all the following is in my head...

So let's try and imagine you wake up one day and feel like you've caught the flu, the aches, the soreness, and the extreme tiredness that doesnt leave..that's just the start... Strap in guys its going to be a bumpy ride!

Now imagine you start forgetting your words and getting confused at simple easy things, you start to leave things in the wrong place and lose the ability to have a full conversion without slurring, muttering, stumbling words or getting so tired you can't even think straight anymore.

Add some dizziness into the mix, from any small movement you can get dizzy, sick, blurred vision, see stars and even faint. Standing up too quick can end with you on the floor coming round 5 minutes later with a bump on your head. You have to sit down whenever and wherever you can to avoid passing out. Sitting down in the middle of a supermarket aisle with people laughing at you knowing the alternative would be much more embarrassing. Being nauseated all day and even antisickness medication sometimes does nothing to help. You have pain when you eat because your digestive system does not work properly. Eating in small portions like a child because you will either be in agony from your body not dealing with the amount of food inside or you will end up throwing it up instead.

You bloat because of endometriosis and can look 6 months pregnant on severe flares. You are in excruciating pain with period pain for 2 and a half nearly 3 weeks of a month. Nothing helps and the only solution is an operation yet your body can't deal with the simplist anesthetic. You react badly to drugs and have allergic reactions often. From the medication to the food to your washing powder. Not knowing where or what will cause a reaction.

Having bladder pain all the time because your bladder has been so badly damaged by EDS. The only solution would be a catheter and the only way to get one is to have a painful test first. Not being able to talk about it with people you care about because it's embarrassing and painful and you feel like everything is slowly being taken away from you bit by bit. Knowing your illnesses are damaging your internal organs and everything is too stretchy inside. Having to live with the constant fear that your illness will get worse, or you will get something else more serious, or dying young!

Living in pain every damn day, not just one type of pain, I mean all the pains!

Burning, stabbing, shooting, pinching, prodding, radiating, pulsating, sharp, dull, achey, sore, joint pain, bone pain, muscle pain, skin pain!

Having a burning sensation all over your body in a fibro flare, water feeling like it's burning your skin when you shower, the slightest touch making you cry. Not being able to walk because the bottom of your feet feel like glass when you put the slightest pressure on them. Being covered and I mean COVERED in bruises. Breaking bones by lightly tapping a toe or a finger and dislocations often. Do you know how painful that shit is?

Migraines and headaches daily. Having an attack atleast 2 times a week where you can't even open your eyes to see what's in front of you.

Loosing your balance, needing to rely on a mobility aid to help you. Dropping things and having your hands cramp up so much you can't lift a pen or a fork.

Then when your Raynauds plays up your hands are so painful you can't use them at all. You get discoloured skin and people comment on it which makes you upset.

You have insomnia and you are chronically fatigued no matter how much sleep you get you just never feel refreshed.

Now let's add the final ones to the mix..

Anxiety and depression, you have daily panic attacks, you are never relaxed, your mood can get severely low because you feel like a prisoner of your own body. The only difference is you are never allowed to be released.

Imagine you had all that from the moment you woke up to the moment you close your eyes to go to sleep. This isn't even the half of it, this is just a small portion of what it is like to be chronically Ill.

So...

Still think I'm "too young" to be sick?

Still think I'm faking?

Do you believe us now?

Until you've lived it you have no right to make hurtful comments.

Try living like this everyday then get back to me and tell me I'm too young to be sick.

[snushthings]

Bubbles, Massages, and Proposals.

Paring: Thomas Jefferson x Reader Warning(s): Modern au, mentions of period sex (honestly thomas wouldnt give a shit), Reader suffers period cramps, Fluff, A few swears. Word Count: 1,015 A/N: this is a companion piece to this fic here that i wrote for @scrabblesense

“Fucking hell.” You shouted as you moved from the bathroom and out to the kitchen. Your boyfriend, Thomas, was off in the corner at his desk, typing away at his laptop. “Language.” He scolded you, glancing up at you briefly before returning to his work. You glared at him and opened the fridge. Your shared apartment was rather small, and while Thomas often complained, you weren’t comfortable with the idea of a larger one. Not quite yet.

“Go back to your fucking work, Thomas.” You retorted, opening the fridge and scanning through your options. You had started your cycle, and the cramps had come at you full force. You got little relief from the ache while in bed, and you eventually had to start your day. After a quick trip to the bathroom to change, you did what you always did when your body was punishing you for not having a baby: grab food from the fridge and eat it while bent over the counter. The pressure was nice, and the cool marble was welcomed against your superheated skin.

“Wow, (Y/N). If you wanted to fuck all you gotta do is ask.” Thomas’ voice came from behind you as you took a huge bite of the strawberry you held. Rolling your eyes, you ignored him, dipping what was left of the fruit into the sugar dish. Thomas clicked his tongue and lightly grabbed your hips.

“You’re so hot like this, darlin’. All bent over for me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you turned to glare at him. “I’m not in the mood, Thomas.”

He was a bit taken aback by your sour reply, but he let you go. You scrolled through Facebook while you hogged the strawberries, paying your boyfriend no attention. Thomas whined before going back to his work. Part of you felt bad for ignoring him, but you knew he wouldn’t listen otherwise. You just wanted to be left alone.

You chomped through the entire container of strawberries before you got up. Thomas was still typing away at his laptop; his lovely curls had been tied back by a ponytail, and you smiled a little. He looked like Laf when he wore his hair like that. With a grunt, you got up. Immediately, you wanted to return to your former position, but you ignored the pain and went over to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, baby...” You mused, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Thomas chuckled a little, turning to face you. “It’s alright, darlin’. I know you aint feelin’ the best since you’ve got cramps. I just wanted to make you smile.”

You hummed a little and pulled on his sleeve, asking him to get up and come with you. Thomas saved his progress before folding his laptop closed and rising from his seat. He towered over you, and you smiled.

“Can we take a bubble bath?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his tummy, looking up at him. Thomas smiled and kissed your forehead. “The tub’s too small for both of us, doll, but I’ll sit with you if you want.” You nodded before taking his hand and pulling him towards your shared bathroom. While you filled the tub with warm water, Thomas gathered the bubble bath and one of your favorite bath bombs. Once everything was ready, you stripped and slipped into the warmth. You weren’t embarrassed to show yourself to Thomas while you bled- he’d long since earned his red wings. Thomas tucked your clothes aside and knelt beside the tub. You pulled your hair up in a loose bun and swirled your fingers through the bubbles.

 “I love you, you know that. Right?” You asked, not meeting Thomas’ eyes. He chuckled and took your hand; kissing your knuckles.

“I know. I love you too, doll.” You smiled, placing a bit of suds on Thomas’ cheek. You briefly got a feel of his well-trimmed stubble and it sent your heart into a soft flutter. It caused pleasurable memories to surface of the many times Thomas’ beard was against your skin. Sinking lower into the water, you exhaled, watching the water bubble with tired eyes. Thomas was silent, but you heard him roll up his sleeve and reach into the water. His hand came to rest on your back, and he began to trace light circles. You hummed, and relaxed as he slipped out of his jacket and began to massage your shoulders. “Fuck...” You felt his thumbs dip between your shoulderblades and you couldn’t help but moan. Thomas knew how to work your sweet spots. “What did I do to deserve you, Thomas?” You couldn’t stop the tears that popped into your (e/c) eyes, and you found it hard to look at him again. Thomas smiled softly, reaching in and pulling you close. Your side was pressed against the tub, but your shoulders brushed against Thomas’ neck as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. 

“Nothin’ babe. I don’t deserve you. You’re a literal goddess, (Y/N).” 

His voice was like smooth honey in your ear, and it made you smile. You turned around so that you could face him. You kissed his nose before reaching out and hugging him. 

“You’re perfect in every way, my love. Don’t ever doubt my love for you.” You felt his hand come up and smooth down your hair, and you almost cried. Damn hormones. 

“Even when I’m fat and bloated like this?” You whispered, and you heard Thomas chuckle. “Even now. I love you, (Y/N) (M/N) Jefferson. Just the way you are.”

You snorted, covering your mouth as you laughed.

“Jefferson? Are you proposing to me, Thomas?” 

Thomas pulled back and looked you fully in the eye. 

“Yes, I am.” 

Tears sprung to your surprised eyes, and Thomas stood. You watched as he left the bathroom and returned with a little black box in hand. He knelt beside the tub again, and took the ring out.

“I was gonna propose on our 5 year anniversary next week, but this felt right....” Thomas sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand before he met your eyes. “Will you marry me, (Y/N)? Become my wife, the mother of my future children?”

“Yes.”

[umanaralkar]

No cramps. No PMS. 💃🏻 👆🏼 After years of trying everything to not feel like shit a week before my period and then to not be in that debilitating pain during my period, I finally found my bliss. But, before we talk about what you can do to minimize or completely get rid of PMS (Premenstrual Syndrome), I just want to clarify that PMS affects most women in their menstrual age! Plus, there are over 90 different ways PMS can manifest!!! *Fatigue *Mood Swings *Head aches *Bloating *Constipation *Tender Breasts *Cramping *Back Pain are a few common ones, but there are women who suffer from mild to extreme versions of all these and so many other symptoms, month after month. Here are a few things that have helped me to minimize my PMS and cramping 👉🏼1️⃣Changing my workouts to match my cycle: This has been game changing. I now do more intense, challenging workouts like strength training, spinning, HIIT from day 4 to 20 of my cycle. I switch up my routine (about a week before my period) to slower, low intensity workouts like walking and yoga. I take complete rest on day 1 and 2 if I feel like it. 2️⃣ Changing my intermittent fasting to match my cycle: Again, complete game changer. I do longer fasts (16-18 hours of fasting ) during my follicular phase (Day 1 to 18), then switch to shorter fasts (12 to 14 hours) during the second half of my cycle. I do IF 3-4 days/week, not everyday. 3️⃣Taking evening primrose oil + vitamin E + Vitamin B1 at bedtime every single day. This has completely gotten rid of breast pain/tenderness and minimized my cramping. 4️⃣Meditation: A daily practice of meditation for 10-15 minutes. This has helped tremendously with stress, as I feel so much calmer and more focused even the week before my period. Your body goes through so many hormonal shifts during your cycle. It is important to change your diet, physical activity and spiritual practice as you move through it. Do you have bad PMS or painful periods? What practices have you found helpful? 🙏🏼❤️🙌🏼 #hormonalhealth #guthealth #mindsetcoach #healthcoach #nutritionist #omwithatwist #umanaralkar #everythingom #fitmomlife https://www.instagram.com/p/B9SWPYDha5L/?igshid=1wlw6awp83246

[sickdaysofficial]

Sickdays 3.0: July 27th

Fandom: Free!

Prompt: Water- Eating before going swimming

Word count: 2225

Warnings: Vomit. 

This is my submission for today's prompt! :)

The old wive’s tale specifies that you must wait half an hour after eating to start swimming, or you shall suffer terrible stomach cramps. But nothing can keep Nanase Haruka out of the water. Not even scarfing down two giant yogurt parfaits. Bad idea.

Nanase Haruka’s relationship with water is, contrary to popular belief, is actually a love-hate one. He loved it so much that it permeated every fold of his brain, drowning the precious neural tissue and causing him to act stupidly. Really, really stupidly. Like right now.

His whole head was swimming, as was he. Oh God, why did I eat that parfait? And then a second? His stomach was just as tumultuous as the water and felt like it was growing talons trying to claw its way out.

Continuing to act stupidly, Haru pushed himself. Another 50 meters, he huffed. I can make it.

~10 MINUTES EARLIER~

Nanase Haruka was late. And he was never, ever late. Not when it came to swimming. Hell, he was usually early, warmed up and in the pool a full half hour before the rest of the team even appeared, fully clothed.

            But no, this time he was significantly late. See, he had an exam today: that he had conveniently forgotten about. So his whole lunch period was spent cramming in the study lounge. And, out of pity and a damn good bit of luck, his teacher let him stay after class for a while to finish the couple questions he had left.

            Which added up to a 20-minute delay and a panging ache in his belly. He hadn’t eaten since his breakfast that morning and now his tummy was making the rumblies that only mackerel would satisfy.

            Of course, the school cafeteria didn’t have mackerel for an after-school snack, so he snagged 3 strawberry yogurt parfaits and sprinted out of the building and towards the pool.

            Everybody was waiting for him. Makoto’s eyes, which were wide with fear, softened as Haru came into view.

            “Where were you?” He asked. “We started getting worried, well, as soon as we got here and you weren’t in the pool.”

            “Had to finish a test,” Haru huffed. The sprint had left him short of breath, despite his notable athleticism. His stomach gave a loud and guttural growl that turned everybody’s heads.

            “You hungry?” Nagisa asked brightly. “I know I am…”

            “When are you not?” Rei retorted with playful scorn in his voice. The two continued to bicker as Haru opened the first parfait and inhaled in in three heaping spoonfuls.

            Mako’s brows furrowed. “You sure you should be eating like that before swimming?” Concern flowered on the brunet’s face. Haru could take care of himself, living alone and all, but he often made poor choices.

            Haru simply glared at him and popped a yogurt-covered strawberry into his mouth. Mako rolled his eyes and put on his goggles as Kou approached.

            “Hey boys!” She squealed, waving a clipboard. On it were dozens of characters; clearly, she had spent quite a long time on the day’s training schedule. She took a moment to survey her team’s thick slabs of muscle, smiling approvingly. But her eyes fell on Haru.

            “Haru-chan, what are you doing?” She stared at the pink goop splattered sloppily around his mouth in a fashion quite uncharacteristic of the boy, as well as the boy himself hunched over his snack and devouring it like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

            He stared back with cold ocean eyes that burned, What does it look like?

            Kou dropped it; he was a boy, and boys will be boys. “Anyway, I thought you’d benefit from some conditioning and stamina training!”

            “An apt assessment, Kou,” Rei commented in his cocky yet endearing matter-of-fact attitude. “We’re doomed to fail if we can’t keep up in the final meters of our events.” Nagisa stuck his tongue out at the four-eyed butt-kisser.

            “Exactly! So you boys will be doing a lot of sustained and sustained exercise today. You better be ready for an extra-hard workout, but it’ll help you a lot in the long run!”

            The black-haired swimmer threw down his second empty parfait cup, stood up, snapped on his goggles, and jumped right into his lane. The three other guys sighed and jumped into theirs with a lot less enthusiasm.

            They floated for a few minutes to adjust to the water while Kou reviewed her regiment notes. Meanwhile, Haru’s belly began to feel rather strange. Kind of like it was bring stretched at the corners, which gave him a terrible burning sensation. Cramps. Dammit. He dipped a hand under the water to knead at his swollen belly, which did nothing but intensify the pain.

            Mako looked over from the neighboring lane.

            “Hey, Haru, you feeling okay?” He whispered. “You look a little green around the gills.”

            Grimacing, Haru tensed up as a ferocious cramp rolled through his abdomen. The slop in his stomach was roiling and quite unhappy with its host. He hiccupped quite loudly, turning everyone’s head again, then mumbled, “ ‘m fine.”

            Tachibana turned back to his lane but continued to send a suspicious gaze towards the free-styler.

            “Alright!” Kou cried out. “To get your hearts pumping, we’re gonna start with a 100-meter race. Just do whatever stroke you’re comfortable with, but go as fast as possible. And if I think you’re slacking, I’ll make you do another 100!” The competitive flash in the manager’s eyes was just as dangerous as her brother’s. Them damn Matsuokas…

            All four swimmers placed their hand on the pool wall and waited intently for the signal. She allowed them to wallow desperately in the anticipation, then gave a loud screech from her whistle.

            Just like that, they all took off. Three of them went absolutely sailing, slicing through the water like a hot knife through butter.

            Except for Nanase. He was swimming more like a butter knife through beef jerky. And that’s what his gut felt like: tough and gross. With each stroke, his abdominal muscles seared from the stretching and sent a wave of nausea ringing through him like the Liberty Bell. Despite the cool water, he felt quite hot. That yogurt was sitting in his stomach like a rock. A boulder would be a better descriptor, considering the sheer volume he had scarfed down before jumping in the water.

            Bad decision, he groaned. Each of his breaths were extraordinarily shallow, as the stomach had bloated up and taken away all the room for his lungs. At the end of each breath, a white-hot and piercing pain shot through his chest and through to his stomach. The cramps were getting unbearable, just as he was nearing the turn.

            Kou had been watching all of this unfold. The others were doing excellent, but Nanase was uncharacteristically sluggish. He was a full length behind everyone, even Rei.

            “Pick up the pace, Haru!” She chastised. Concern began to blossom inside of her. Nanase should be a full length ahead of everyone else, not the other way around, she pondered. I hope he’s okay.

            When Haru folded in on himself for the turn, he experienced a brief reprieve from the pain. Curling in around his stomach had ebbed away some of the pain. This relief was short lived, for when he extended his midsection for the second half of the race, the muscles screamed in pain. As did he, causing him to aspirate a mouthful of water. He began to cough, which only made the cramps worse and brought the yogurt farther up his throat.

            Makoto had been watching his friend the entire race. Of course he noticed that Haru was falling behind. Way behind. His strokes were sloppy and his kicks uncoordinated. I knew it, Mako cursed. Dammit, Haru, this is why you shouldn’t stuff your face before a race! You’ll get a bellyache!

This was all coming too late for Nanase Haruka, however. Panting harshly, desperately trying to get air into his strained and compacted lungs, he flashed his gaze ahead to the rest of his team. Nagisa had finished and was catching his breath, Mako was close behind, and Rei would finish any second now. He himself only had 10 meters left.

            The agony in his stomach was a monster that couldn’t be ignored. It became so great that it grew claws and pulled down his arms so that Haru, without even thinking, stopped swimming and clutched his midsection in the middle of the pool. He immediately began to sink. But he couldn’t even worry about that. A spasm was growing in the angry organ that spread from his abdomen to his whole body, culminating in a pained cry erupting from his throat. The once-contoured but now-swollen flesh around his stomach felt so hot that he wondered if the water around it would start boiling.

            “Shit,” Makoto cursed. He recognized the situation. When they were kids, Haru would never wait the recommended 30 minutes after eating before leaping right into the pool. And without fail, he would always get terrible stomach cramps. That’s what was happening right now. Except this was worse. Their pool was deep, and Haru was in too much pain to limp towards the ladder.

            Makoto had to enter full lifeguard mode. As he swam, he barked orders at the rest of the Swim Club. “Guys, Haru’s cramping up!” He spluttered through the mist he generated while pumping his arms. “I’m gonna go get him!” Rei and Nagisa exchanged distressed glances.

            Haru was a good half-meter under the water by the time Makoto reached him. He wrapped his arms around the raven-haired swimmer and began to tug him to the wall. Progress was slow, and each second drove a stake of fear farther into the backstroker’s heart. Haru looked unconscious. And from the violent splashing, it was hard to tell if he was breathing.

            When he reached the end of the pool, Rei and Nagisa helped pull the two out of the water. Haru fell limply against the concrete. The water from his body streaked off and formed a dark silhouette around him.

            “No, no no, Haru!” Makoto cried. He pounded his fists against the boy’s chest turning his head to the side and shaking him, but nothing seemed to work. He leaned a delicate ear right up to his slightly parted lips and heard breathing. Shallow, but there. A good sign, at least.

“C’mon, Haruka!” Nagisa screeched. “Makoto is the only one who’s allowed to drown!”

            Makoto’s green eyes grew wild as they scanned the unconscious body of his best friend. His chest rose mere millimeters. There was no way he was getting enough oxygen. That meant drastic measures needed to be taken.

            Without so much as a second thought, Tachibana Makoto surged forward and locked his lips against the clammy ones of Nanase Haruka. He blew with gentle force, hoping to clear the water out of the airway.

            Rei, Nagisa, and Kou all gasped at the site of their vice-captain and captain swapping spit. In an emergency context, nonetheless. That was their main concern.

            Makoto gave a few more experimental puffs of air into Haru’s chest before his eyes snapped open. Mako flew backwards, and just in time, as Haru flipped onto his side, retched, and brought up a massive wave of barely-digested parfait.

            Kou screamed, covered her face, and went running towards the locker rooms. Rei followed soon after, pressing one hand to his mouth and the other to his own stomach. Only Nagisa stayed behind to survey the scene in front of them, chipper as ever.

            Haru gasped, coughed, and spluttered as pink drool and pool water dripped from his panting mouth. His stomach felt worse than ever. Seriously like it was on fire, caving in on itself and taking Haru with it. He jumped when he felt a cool hand begin rubbing his bare back between the shoulder blades. It was Mako.

            “Shh,” he cooed. “It’s okay, Haru.” He rubbed gentle circles in the angular muscles and brushed strands of saturated black hair out of his face. With a disgusting watery groan, Nanase spewed another pastel mouthful. Mako grimaced but continued comforting the sick swimmer.

            Nagisa leaned forward to examine. “Dude, you puked up a whole strawberry!” The short blond was right. Sitting in the middle of the stinking puddle was a full strawberry: warped and discolored nonetheless, yet completely intact.

            “Nagisa, now is not the time,” Makoto growled over the retching sounds of his friend. Nagisa shut up and stepped back as the pink pool grew in diameter.

            Haru gave one last feeble burp and brought up a final mouthful of stomach sauce. He groaned, laying a tentative hand on his belly, then falling flat on his back on the damp concrete. Nagisa and Makoto leaned over him.

            “You done?” Makoto asked. His pity instinct was wearing off. Now he was left with disappointment and a little bit of anger. “What possessed you to eat an inhuman amount of dairy and immediately start swimming? Don’t you know you’re supposed to wait? Have you learned nothing after all these years of stomachaches and cramps?”

            Haru opened a single eye to stare at his disgusted and scowling captain. He coughed weakly, as the acidic geysers had burned his throat raw. “I guess not,” he croaked.

            Makoto could only roll his eyes and extend a hand out to his friend. “C’mon, let’s get you some water.”

            Instinct kicked in and Haru began to crawl back to the pool.

            “Water to DRINK, you idiot!” Mako roared as he restrained the ravenette and dragged him towards the school. 

[sickfic-with-kiko]

Hi! Could you please write a fic with a stomach bug Tsukki and a panicking Yama? Love your fics so much!

got any tsukki whump?            

Tsukishima wakes up feeling awful. It takes him a few seconds to figure out what type of awful it is, and he realises it’s sick person awful. His stomach feels queasy and crampy, and he debates whether to suck it up or stay at home. 

It takes ten more seconds for him to realise he has a biology test in fifth period. Risking his grade isn’t an option, seeing as science isn’t a strength of his. With a groan, he pushes himself up and places a hand on his stomach. 

“Morning, Tsukki!” 

Yamaguchi’s peppy voice greets him, and Tsukishima gives a nod of acknowledgement. “Good morning,” he murmurs, walking to school in the least painful way possible. 

“I heard Hinata failed his English test again…” Yamaguchi sighs. At the start of the school year, Yamaguchi would have laughed. But now that he’s formed a bond with Hinata, he’s genuinely concerned. Tsukishima knows how Yamaguchi works. 

“It shouldn’t be that hard if he had just studied,” Tsukishima replies, grimacing through the wave of pain. 

Yamaguchi shrugs. “But some people just find it hard to study, you know? Some people can’t get high grades even if they try.” He glances at Tsukishima’s hand, floating above his abdomen. “Uh, Tsukki, you okay?”

Tsukishima’s head snaps up. “What? I’m fine. Let’s go to class.” His shoulders heave with an irritated huff, and manages to get Yamaguchi to stop vocalizing his worry. 

The discomfort in his stomach only changes for the worse, throughout the day. When two classes are over, he’s fighting back burps that rise to his throat and cramps that wrack his entire abdomen. He’s getting sicker. 

He stops to think of a reason why it’s happening. He hadn’t eaten anything weird, or forgotten to wash his hands. A stomach bug seemed to fit the description. 

"You're not gonna eat?" 

Yamaguchi asks, nibbling his own food. Tsukishima shakes his head. He picks at the rice and pushes it around with his chopsticks, but doesn’t manage to really eat anything. His stomach has decided that every piece of food is revolting to him right now. 

It’s only a few more classes. Tsukishima decides he’ll skip practice for today. The team can manage without him, and the third years would send him home if they knew he was sick, anyway. 

All he has to endure now, is the biology test. 

Tsukishima stares at the key terms in his notebook, cramming the information into his head one last time. His stomach twists even worse when he attempts to focus on the tiny lettering. Reading makes him feel motion sick. 

“Okay, everyone. Put your books away.” Nakamura-sensei begins to hand out the sheets, and Tsukishima swallows hard. It’s only for twenty minutes. He can do this. He’s been dealing with the discomfort all day. 

As Tsukishima begins to fill the answers into the boxes provided, the roiling cramps evolve into something more sinister. His stomach gives a suspicious lurch, and the room feels awfully hot. 

By the time he’s halfway through the test, he’s struggling to hold down the sick-sounding noises from his throat. Despite the lack of food in his system, his stomach feels bloated and stiff. His fist curls and uncurls from the pain. 

An unproductive heave catches him off-guard, and he almost panics. The nausea worsens exponentially, breath catching in his throat. He’s going to throw up, sooner or later. 

Ten minutes left. Tsukishima rubs at his stomach with a frown, willing the queasiness to go away. A hiccup pushes out of his mouth, and something heavy shifts in his chest. 

His eyes start to water, and his mouth is heavy with spit. Just as he contemplates whether to put his hand up and run to the bathroom, the bell rings and ends the class. 

Before anyone can talk to him, Tsukishima bolts out of the classroom, hand clamped over his mouth. 

A rush of liquid rises up his throat, and Tsukishima holds down a gag as he walks hastily into one of the stalls. With a loud gag, he brings up what little breakfast and lunch he’d consumed. When he heaves for the second time, the dinner he’d eaten the day before splashes beneath him. 

Tears of exertion swell in his eyes. Guttural retches escape his throat, and the clench in his stomach hurts so bad he almost keels over. Tsukishima absolutely refuses to let his face or hands go anywhere near the toilet bowl, even as he’s expelling his stomach contents violently. 

The food isn’t even digested properly. Its consistency is chunky, and it sticks in his throat until he coughs it out. The sight gets to him before the smell does. He’s not awarded a full inhale, before he gags painfully, scraping his throat. 

“Oh shit- oh god, okay, okay. It’s okay. I knew it. You’re sick.” 

A hand is on Tsukishima’s back, rubbing gentle circles as he spits out a foul-coloured glob into the toilet bowl. A string of spit hangs from his mouth, dripping past his lips. 

Yamaguchi presses some tissues to Tsukishima’s mouth, wiping the refuse off his lips and chin. He removes his glasses carefully, dabbing at his swollen eyes. 

“Come on.” Yamaguchi holds him up, flushing the toilet. “Let’s go to the infirmary. Can you stand?”

Tsukishima nods, shaking. Yamaguchi takes off his own jacket and places it onto his shoulders. It has a comforting scent, from his childhood. 

Yamaguchi slides the infirmary door open, looking around for the nurse. “Excuse me? My friend’s not feeling well. Can he rest here?”

The nurse comes out from behind one of the curtains, making her way over to them. “What happened? You look really pale.” 

Tsukishima slumps down on one of the beds, clutching his aching stomach. “I threw up just now. My stomach hurts and I just feel exhausted.” 

“There’s a stomach bug making the rounds lately.” The nurse hands him a bottle of pocari sweat, kept at room temperature. “Since you’ve already vomited once, I need to call your parents. Both of you, stay there for a bit.”

Tsukishima’s day is going absolutely awful. He doesn’t even have the energy to sit up anymore. He slips off his shoes and lies down on the bed, breaths ragged and painful. 

“You do really look sick.” Yamaguchi opens the bottle of pocari sweat. “Drink something, Tsukki. You need to replace the water in your body.”

Tsukishima’s mouth tastes awful. He reluctantly takes the bottle and gulps down the sweet-tasting liquid, throat moving up and down with each swallow. He’s under the covers, and he’s still shivering. He can barely talk. 

“Today is a shit day,” Tsukishima murmurs, and Yamaguchi pats his head like he’s ten years younger than him. But it’s comforting, so he doesn’t complain. 

He closes his eyes, hoping to get some rest while he can. Once he gets home, he can be left alone to suffer on his own. His head sinks into the pillow, and his limbs relax under the blankets. 

All of a sudden, his eyes flutter open. 

“Is something wrong?” Yamaguchi asks, when Tsukishima lifts his head and shudders. “Are you feeling sick?”

Tsukishima doesn’t even have the energy to open his mouth. The nausea is rising right up to his throat, without any warning. A gag swells up his cheeks, and Yamaguchi notices the signs of imminent disaster. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sure we can…” Yamaguchi grabs a plastic bag from nearby, shoving it under Tsukishima’s chin. It’s see-through, but also the only receptacle closely available. 

An awful-sounding retch rips out of Tsukishima’s throat, burning with a vengeance. With almost nothing left to be sick with, the heaves are more forceful, coming from deep inside his stomach. His stomach is sensitive and sore, with one movement setting off waves of coiled-up pain.

A small amount of green-tinted liquid pools at the bottom of the bag, weighing it down. The humiliation of being watched as he’s emptying his stomach burns in his cheeks. Yamaguchi surely thinks of him as a disgusting person now. 

Three or four more heaves later, Tsukishima’s stomach calms down enough for him to sip on the pocari sweat again. Yamaguchi is the one who holds it to his lips, without doing so much as frowning. 

“...Sorry. I know I’m gross right now.” Tsukishima murmurs, coughing into his palm. He feels better after throwing up, but he doesn’t know how long it’ll last before he’s bent over in pain again. 

Yamaguchi glares at him softly. “This isn’t anything, Tsukki. We’re friends, it happens sometimes. Don’t apologize.” He snickers. “Besides, you’ve had your worse moments.” 

“Have not.” Tsukishima is glad he isn’t the type go blush easily. 

“Trust me, you have.”

Tsukishima grunts weakly, sitting up as the nurse comes back. Relief floods him, when he realises he can go home. 

“Tsukishima-kun, you can go home now. Your parents are here.”

Yamaguchi holds his hand out to him, to help him stand up on his feet. “Get well soon! I’ll fill you in on studies, so don’t worry!” He gives him a quick hug, knowing he’s not in the position to refuse it. 

A smile almost pulls up on his face. Instead, he scrunches up his nose. “I hope I won’t have to put up with this shit any longer than a day.”