#like cramping-im-gonna-cry awful

[tojisdolliee]

Hiii can i please request for satoru!! With a fem s/o who is on her periods! She doesn't get carvings much or mood swings either but her cramps are awful- she would be on verge of fainting yet she would absolutely refuse any painkillers. just some fluff please if possible ofc!!

This is so cute 😭 I decided to do headcanons for all of the fav JJK boys 💖 Im gonna mix some of my own period feels in here too if thats alright 💞

Satoru Gojo

💗 Gojo is very loving, despite his playful demeanor

💗 Will lay out heating pads and blankets for your cramps because he knows you don't like taking medicine

💗 Hes always very attentive to the things you seem to need/want during this time, usually resulting in an insane amount of cuddles

💗 "Im so sorry angel, cmere and let me cuddle the pain away"

💗 Because of his attentiveness, he knows that you get majorly overstimulated due to all of the feelings youre enduring, so he takes away anything that could bring you more trouble like unwanted social events.

💗 Dont worry about it, forcing yourself to do things you can't do wont help you feel better love. Just relax for me, okay?"

Toji Fushiguro

💗 Usually Toji doesnt like to delve into the world of periods, but meeting you has changed him a lot.

💗 Not afraid to go buy you tampons/pads, he loves getting to feel like hes taking care of you.

💗 Cooks you lots of yummy meals and brings them to you on your favorite dishware, always remembering to avoid big spoons and forks.

💗 Is a huge believer in intimacy therapy, he will literally take his shirt off and take yours off so you two can lay together, skin to skin, while he rubs your belly and sings you to sleep

💗 "Its okay bunny, Ive gotcha."

Nanamin Kento

💗 Gentleman TM

💗 Loves to spoil you with expensive facials and stuffed animals, making sure youre always properly pampered and comfortable

💗 "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better, Dove?"

💗 Always keeps track of your cycle, so he can know to send you a basket with your favorite things in it when hes away

💗 New Message from: Nanamin 💙

Hello Dove, theres a basket sitting on your front porch, its full of essentials and some things to help comfort you. Im so sorry I cant be there with you right now, I love you.

Sukuna

💗 Hes never been one to care about the natural processes of human bodies, but his harsh kingly demeanor slips away when he sees you crying in pain

💗 Does his best to comfort you, learning how to be more affectionate and using soft and kind touches when interacting with you

💗 "Would you like me to give you a massage darling? Ive got 4 hands that can work some magic"

💗 Sometimes he gets effected by the pheremones youre releasing but does his best to hide his arousal, knowing you just need tender love right now

💗 Will trace every curve on your body and praise you, wanting to build your confidence during this harsh time

💗 "Let me start with youre cute littke button nose, then your soft chubby cheeks and these kissable lips" then he places multiple little pecks on every single area he names

[kakujis]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽

geto vers | baji vers

synopsis: when your husband and best friend are targeted by a hitman, the aftermath leaves you in shock. but suguru has always instilled one line into you: forever has no meaning unless you're in it.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!suguru, vampire!choso, vampire!satoru, hitman!toji, character death ( + resurrection), depictions of blood and violence, almost blind devotion, a bit angsty but also fluffy.. but also not really? idk what to tag this as LOL, canon divergent (gojo n geto are attacked much later in life), you have no clue they’re sorcerers 👍, swearing, sfw, if choso is ooc im so sorry idk barely anything about/cldnt get a read on his character from one episode djknj

ft + wc: vampire!suguru x reader, 3.2k

tags: @enchantedforest-network, @em1e (u guys should totally read em's necromancy fic btw)

a/n: hi! idk wtf this is, this is just how i deal with chara death i think? this idea came to me when i realized i was writing two fics about dealing with grief (baji fans are u here ?) and wrote nearly 2k for both in one sitting haha. anyways, i feel like atp i'm edda from ffxiv coded except suguru is 1000x better than avere. if you'd like to listen to her theme, it's here. thank u to wallaby for proofreading!

there is something about the morning light, filtered through the white blinds that you’ve forgotten so many times to replace, that feels just like a hug. it’s this light that kisses your eyelids and pulls you out of bed faster than your mother on a school morning. 

you’ll yawn, then stretch, pulling your arms up and over your head arching your back as you do. then you’ll get up, set up a pot of coffee before heading off to brush your teeth and wash your face. and you’ll pretend that you don’t see the eyes, red and shimmering, from the shadows in your closet.  

“go to bed suguru,” you sigh, before lightly pressing onto your puncture marks, hissing when they’re still tender. “it’s morning.” 

“i could fix that… if you’d let me.” he responds, the hinges of your door creaking ever so slightly before you gasp and rush to close them before the light bleeds in. 

“don’t!” you snap, hand trembling, “don’t… you dare.” 

you crouch down, before slotting your pinky into the smallest slit you can with the door still providing adequate coverage. before long, his cold finger entangles with yours and you smile. 

“by the way babe, when are we moving?” he jokes and when your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you can see him stretch his limbs, hands entangling with your hanging clothing. “it’s pretty cramped in here not gonna lie.” 

“well… i put in that application a few weeks ago and they did get back to me… so soon. we just need to go through the final steps.” you reply, fighting the urge to crawl into that small space with him and sleep the day off. 

when it comes to suguru, you’d do anything and everything, from the hairs on your head to the tips of your toes, you pledged yourself to him fully. 

“gonna go to work?” he asks and you nod, albeit with a pout. he snickers when he sees your expression, “aw, don’t cry. i’ll be right here.” 

you bite your lip, trying your best not to draw blood because you know. you know that suguru will always be right there, whenever you need him. 

you made sure of it. 

-

his name was choso. you remember the night you met him after a round of drinks at the bar. he was nice, if not a bit quiet, and loved to talk about his siblings. suguru and satoru talked aimlessly with shoko while you made new friends. it was a fun little past time. 

you don’t remember how you left the bar or how he even convinced you to follow him out. your mind muggy as you followed him, like a moth to a flame, down a back alley before you finally snapped to your senses and shoved him off before he could make a move. it wasn’t until you saw the razor sharp pearly whites of his teeth that you stopped. 

you asked him what he was, but he simply shrugged, asking, “have you ever dreamt about being saved from someone or something?” 

you nodded, of course you did. everyone has. 

“then that’s me. something you can dream about.”

it was a cryptic message, but a message you got nonetheless. choso was not of the day, flourishing under the midnight sky. but for some reason, he wasn’t necessarily scary. in the small amount of time you had spent, he seemed to listen to you and your woes. gotten to know a little bit of your family history, and perhaps decided you would do better with his. 

you remember hearing suguru’s panic laced voice calling out for you and you spun around to call back out. turning back, choso was gone. with a hand placed on your shoulder you were pulled into a tight embrace. 

“where were you?” suguru asks, nearly crushing you in the heat of his body, “almost lost my mind trying to find you.” he glances behind you, eyes scanning the alleyway in search of something or someone. 

“honestly… i don’t even know how i got out here,” you mumbled into his shoulder, hands trailing the familiar sensation of his clothing. “can we go home?” 

“yeah, i’ll just let gojo-“ 

“no!” you exclaimed, the uneasiness in your stomach now palpable, as you balled your fists into the fabric of his shirt, “let’s go now, please.” 

he blinks, before nodding, “okay, yeah, okay. let’s go home.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost like a seal of protection, before he’s throwing his arm around you and walking you home. 

you don’t ever recall meeting toji fushiguro. it was just another night out underneath flickering street lights, outside the same bar where you met choso, the street familiar yet empty. your husband smoked into the evening air, the scent wafting over and tickling your nose. 

“no offense, satoru, but i didn’t listen to a single thing you just said.” he stated, lips curled up into a smirk with the cigarette dangling between his fingers. 

“good,” satoru snorts, before glancing at you, “i wasn’t asking for their opinion anyway.” 

you feign ignorance, perking up and asking, “hm? what were we talking about?” 

“man the two of you are so fucking annoying.” he whines, head hung back as you both laugh. 

“care for a third opinion?” a voice asks and you gasp, jumping back. 

the man was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a scar on his lip, wearing a simple outfit of a tee and sweatpants. he seemed otherworldly as well, just like choso. maybe, it was the aura he exuded, more like the lack of, but it set your hairs up on end. 

suguru was quick to pull you behind him as your fingers instantly grabbed onto his shirt. 

“don’t really care for a stranger’s opinion,” satoru drawls, glancing over the tips of his sunglasses. but you can read his body easily, a culmination of friendship over the years. it was screaming: danger. 

“c’mon, don’t be like that. why don’t we introduce ourselves then? i’m toji.” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. but neither satoru nor suguru moved to grab it, instead they tensed, waiting. 

“suguru.” satoru whispered, a command with only one word. he understood exactly what it meant. you don’t remember suguru being able to run so fast, the force from his pull almost knocking the air out of you. nor do you remember satoru being able to fight so efficiently. 

you do remember suguru hiding you away and making you wait, even when you tried to hold onto him, he assured you it’d be fine and made you wait. but seconds ticked into minutes, long, monotonous minutes that made the pit of uneasiness in your stomach bloom into a festering bouquet of chrysanthemums. 

“suguru?” you called, stepping out into the dreary moonlight. no response. 

“satoru?” you tried again, quietly walking back towards the area they were in originally. it’s strange how quickly the night changes, how suddenly the flickering street lights aren’t an annoyance but one of your only sources of comfort, as if the dark can swallow you. 

“suguru,” you call out again, voice teetering on a breakdown and eyes scanning the desolate street.  “please res-“ 

you stop suddenly, the sickening squelch of something warm pooling beneath your feet halts you. you feel sick as you start to take in shallow breaths, eyes following the stream of ichor until it reaches its source.

suguru. 

you remember dragging his lifeless body down that familiar back alley. knowing that anyone would be able to see that trail of blood and find you. the darkness of that alley covered you, looming over you like a guardian, while the scent of trash almost, almost, covered the sharp tinge of iron that permeated the air.  

you propped suguru up against the wall as best you could, your body still thrumming with adrenaline. “just gimme a sec, okay?” you mumbled through tears, knowing that he couldn’t hear you. “i’ll figure it out, just like you always do.” 

you’re not sure why you were compelled to scream out that name, but maybe it was because in your dreams, he appeared when you least expected him too. 

“choso!” you screamed, waiting for a brief moment before you filled your lungs with air once more and tried again. “choso!” 

nothing. 

choso!

still nothing. 

and when nothingness almost consumed you, taking you into it’s ghostly clutches, you felt it: the sudden heaviness in the air. 

you feel like you screamed for hours, the name tumbling off your tongue and into the moonlit air like a siren song. just a little less pretty. in reality, it was probably only a few minutes before the brunette arrived, dark rimmed eyes and all. your new guardian “angel”. 

“he looks pretty bad if you ask me.” he started, already crouching down to your level, before reaching up to brush the red coated strands away from suguru’s face. “looks pretty dead.” 

“fix it.” you whispered, continuing even after choso shot you a look. “fucking fix him.” 

“what makes you think i can do that?” 

and in that moment, you feel compelled to tell him about the dreams that you’ve been having lately. the ones where he’s in them, beckoning you to stay under his protection. call for me and i’ll be there. 

but you keep it simple, too pressed for time. “you’re in my dreams, right?” you answer. 

he’s quiet, face softening as he mulls over your words. “good to know.” his eyes wander over to the crimson trail, that bleeds from the streetlamps to your waiting spot. “he’ll probably find you.” 

“toji?” you ask and he nods, “i don’t even know why he’s after us.” 

“he’s not after you, he’s after him.” he says, cupping suguru’s face, dribbles of blood falling from his mouth, and you twitch, almost reaching out to snatch his hand away, “he’s never liked sorcerers.” 

“sorcery…?” you mumble, glancing once more at your lifeless husband. 

but you’ve never heard that word, believing that magic cannot exist, that what you saw could not be explained so easily. there is no magic, only reality, and what is this but such painful, excruciating reality that sucks the air from your lungs and the color from your eyes.

choso dodges the question, “well then. let’s get out of here.” before he places a palm on the back of your neck, sending you back off to dream. 

there’s a voice that pulls him out of the light. low and drumming, it snaps him back into the present and out of his stupor. he sits up, scrambling to make sense of just where he is and who is talking to him. the bed he’s in is similar to a hospital bed, although the white sheets are now stained red. 

“… stay out of the sunlight, feed only when you’re hungry, animal blood counts, it just doesn’t taste that good,” choso continues listing things off, not taking into the account the shock etched so firmly into suguru’s face. “you can feed on them and if they ever wanna turn, let me know, i’ll teach you how to do it.” 

suguru whips his head around, spotting you sitting in a chair with blood covered and bruised knees, the sweat and tears now dried on your face. you glance up at him, giving a little wave and a tired smile. he notes the dried blood that seems to be caked even under your fingers. 

“what the fuck did you do to them?” 

“you mean, what did i do to you?” the brunette retorts. “you wanted to stay together, right? now you can.” he answers, crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk. but suguru’s not sure if he’s asking him or you, the one who smells so much sharper and sweeter than he remembers. you also smell of blood. so much blood that he can hear it coursing through you with each thump of your heartbeat. 

and like a moth to a flame, you stand on wobbly knees, the pads of your feet hitting the floor in sluggish steps as you pad over and throw yourself onto your lover. 

“don’t be mad at me,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering as you try to fight back your tears. “i thought i could figure things out like you always do… because i always rely on you, right? i was too scared to be alone.” 

he’s so cold now and you’re so unbearably warm, the perfect juxtaposition of your souls. although he doesn’t need to, he takes a deep breath, before pulling you into his embrace. 

“you’re cold, sugu.” you mumble, yet you press harder, deeper into his embrace. 

“is that a turn off?” he jokes because he can’t be mad at you, not now and not ever. and any fragments of anger always dissipate like a puff of smoke. you giggle, before finally giving in and crying, digging your nails into his stiff skin. you cry until you can’t anymore, going limp and falling asleep in his arms. 

suguru’s gaze shifts upwards, as he holds you protectively, one arm wrapped firmly around your lower back, the other on the back of your head, fingers laced in your hair. 

“so, no introductions?” he asks, trying to be friendly, although the intonation in his voice betrays him. it’s first time meeting such a strange man, who can blame him? 

certainly not choso, who responds in turn, “my bad. you can call me choso. i fixed you up on their behalf.” 

“and satoru?” he asks, scanning the room to see if he can find the familiar white tufts of hair. 

“is fine,” choso replies, before jutting a finger out towards you, “they made sure to cover all the bases.” 

suguru shifts you in his hold, pressing a kiss to your forehead, that familiar seal of protection once again placed within your being. but also, as thanks for trying to keep everyone safe.

“then, where is he?” he asks while the other sighs and points over to another bed in the corner. dark eyes follow and the familiar tufts of silver hair peek immediately confirm it’s satoru. 

“he’s gonna wake up soon too. i’ll fill him in on the details.” before suguru can reply he’s cut off, “you should go soon, before the sun rises.” 

“am i actually a vampire?” 

“vampire, dracula, nosferatu, the undead. you can choose whatever you want.” 

“… i see.” he pauses, glancing back at satoru’s sleeping form before deciding he’ll be fine on his own. “we’ll be going then. …thanks.” 

he places his feet on the floor, still wearing his shoes from earlier and starts to walk off, cradling you in his arms. 

“when you feed, geto, don’t overdo it. or they will die.” 

he stops mid-step, gripping you tighter in his embrace, his brow furrowed, before finally walking off. 

you really should’ve taken a photo for satoru of the realtor’s perplexed expression when only you showed up to a three bedroom home, insistent on your need for space. 

when you do get that house, situated so nicely in the countryside, away from the buzz of the city, you think about what life would be like if you changed. if you no longer saw the sunlight. but you shake your head, pressing your fingers up to your neck once more, rubbing over the now scabbing indentations. 

you know suguru can’t feast on you forever as your body ages and his does not. but the thought of him feeding on someone else makes your stomach turn. 

“woow,” satoru hums, breaking you out of your trance as he takes in the new home, “not bad! not bad at all.” 

you smile, “thanks, satoru. i wanted to make sure you had your own space too.” 

“whats the third room for?” he asks, peeking his head in as he saunters around the new home. 

“office space.” you reply, “remember i work from home?” 

he nods, replying, “ooh, makes sense,” before he’s suddenly in front of you. his once crystalline blue eyes, now a deep crimson. “can i get a quick snack? i’m hungry.” 

“always so insatiable, satoru.” you tsk, rolling your eyes, but hold up your wrist anyway.

“not my fault you just so happen to be the best tasting human around.” he says, smiling against the thin skin of your wrist. 

luckily for you, he’s fast, the pain is almost nonexistent beyond the prick of his fangs but you still shut your eyes, waiting for it to be over. and when it’s over, gojo thanks you for the meal with a large bow before leaving to settle in his room. 

it’s so different from suguru who plans out the days that he’ll feed, keeping you in his clutches for what seems like hours as he sips away at your blood, making sure to maximize the experience.

the blood loss always makes you so dizzy, dizzy and pliant. he likes to watch over you afterwards, splayed against the sheets, fingertips running over your veins as if he’s painting over them in hues of ice. 

in your half-conscious state you never notice the furrow of his brow as he contemplates turning you every single time. you won’t last forever, too fragile, too soft, too alive. and suguru believes that forever only exists if you are in it as well. he asks you one night, while the house is almost too still, if you’d stay with him forever. 

“… of course…” you murmur, head dazed and body heavy, “always, sugu.” 

“even if you lose yourself?” 

“i can’t… lose myself if i’m with you.” you smile contently, reaching out to him with one shaky hand. 

“then how would you feel…” he asks, fingertips snaking up the veins of your neck, “if i turned you?” you shiver under his touch, eyelids fluttering not only at the sensation but also the low timbre of his voice. 

“turn me?” you mumble, pressing your hand against his, encouraging him to continue carressing your skin, “like… choso did with you?” 

he grins, albeit a small one and nods. hand now exploring the curves of your face, “just like that.” and while his hand is ice cold, it sears your skin with his touch, a testament to how deeply you’ve fallen. 

you pout, finally relaying your fears, “won’t you feed on others though?” 

“you want me to starve?” he jokes, still running his touch over you. 

“let’s go vegan.” you hum, your consciousness starting to drift until the thrum of his fingers. 

with your eyes closed you don’t catch the expression on his face, but you catch his laugh, drifting down into your ear. “i don’t know if that’s how it works, honey.” 

“animals...” you mumble, breaths becoming deeper with each passing second. “like humans… but diet… is how choso… explained it right?” 

he smiles, letting you fall deep into sleep. he keeps his hand intertwined with yours, knowing that even in dreams you hold onto him as if you were awake. he thinks you look so beautiful in the moonlight, better even than the moon or the stars themselves. 

and he is so sure, that forever cannot exist, if you’re not in it. 

[wormswurld]

hey dude! i love love love your posts! I dont wanna come across as pushy or anything but i loved the ftm oliver headcanons, and i would love to see how felix helps him and such! Not to mention, i know a lot of people love asshole felix, but I physically cannot get over sweet and loving felix oml its amazing!! thank u sm!! 🩷🩷

you're not pushy at all!! i've actually been meaning to write more ftm ollie but ive been so swamped w schoolwork and different asks / projects etc but i got u!! also sweet love-y dovey felix is my fave felix, he is a big sweetie when it comes to his ollie 😇💖 !!!!!!!!!!!

- after felix finds out abt ollie being trans everything goes pretty smoothly! he helps ollie w his t-shots, bandging him up and disposing of the needles in the sharps bin etc,, tho one time ollie forgets to take his t-shot and he gets his period and he feels Awful... absolutely isolating himself from felix and hiding in his room as felix, fairleigh, and venetia enjoy the hot summers sun outside of his window...he just feels too dysphoric to go out of his way to talk to anyone let alone felix (the literal love of his life he came out to yet still feels obligated to keep him uninformed abt the things that happen to him etc...)

- soon enough felix has enough of being shut out by ollie so he goes to confront him but he finds ollie curled in a ball on the bathroom floor :( poor ollie is probably crying as he grips at his stomach his cramps are unbelievably painful and he feels so stupid that he forgot to take his shot,, obviously being worried felix instantly rushes to ollie's side, petting his hair and softly hushing him as he inquires what's wrong..."oh ollie, ollieollieollie what's wrong mate, you okay? you hurt?" and all ollie can do is nod his head as he just clutches his stomach harder curling more and more into himself until he is fully in fetal position..."hey, what is it? what's hurting ollie, can you show me?" and ollie just mutters out the words "period" and felix completely understands,, he's grown up around venetia so hes definitely semi-well versed in this sort of thing

- opening his mouth to then quickly close it felix nods his head in silent agreement "right, right, yeah" he says now rubbing small circles on the small of ollie's back, he's seen his mom do this to venetia all the time whenever she would have her cramps so he figured this could do the trick, at least in this very moment...."okay ollie, im gonna run and get some things from venetia i'll be right back okay? i'll just be a second mate" and felix plants a little kiss atop ollie's head as he quickly sprints out of the bathroom, loud footsteps being heard as he makes his away around the house,, soon after he comes back to the bathroom holding two large boxes of pads & tampons in one arm and 5 different kinds of pain medications in the other. and ollie can do is smile because he's never had anyone care about him like this. "i didn't know which ones you used... o-or if one was better than the other so i just brought the whole cabinet with me" felix chuckles as he sits down, now situating the items he brought with him next to ollie's curled up form

- "i-is this okay? i can always go run back and get-" and felix just gets cut off by ollie throwing his once curled arms around felix's middle holding him as tight as he could as if this might be the last time he'll ever see felix again,, and ollie just starts to cry because his hormones are going crazy but seeing felix so caring and eager to help him makes his heart melt !!!!! hes never experienced love like this before and its so new and foreign to him he doesn't know how to react !!!!! but its as if felix read his mind because he starts to caress ollie's wet cheek, slowly prying him away from his damp shirt so he could hold him in his lap..."ollie, its okay, you're okay with me yeah? this doesn't make me think any less of you alright? you're still my ollie, my boy, and nothing's gonna change that" and felix just brushes ollie's tears away before softly kissing him on the lips.

[moodywyrm]

K sorry ignore me I’m streaming my entire consciousness for you here moons

Ellie, on the other hand, (walking in on the same scenario), it’s not that she doesn’t care (the opposite!!) it’s just she’s so painfully awkward, she doesn’t know how to handle it almost? Obviously the longer you’re together, the better she gets as she learns what you need, but she’d frown and walk over, gently stroking your hair with a soft “hey babe” that one scene with Dina nobody talk to me and would immediately crawl into bed with you. If you start crying she’d probably tease you (lovingly) and be all “aw my girl’s so soft hm? My little crybaby. That’s it, let it all out”:( and if you’re extra moody, whereas I can see Abby more just ignoring this or giving you a gentle “come on babe don’t be like that”, ellie would laugh. She think you look extra cute when you’re all >:/ she just can’t help but pinch your cheeks with a big grin or ruffle your hair or something. I think there would be a bit of a learning curve if you’re a little extra sensitive, maybe one of her usual silly jests would send you into a puddle of tears, and she’s like ??? cause usually you’d laugh and give it right back to her, so she has to learn to be a little extra gentle with you. That being said, she’d do just about anything to make you laugh, a light “there’s my smiley girl” when she finally coaxes a giggle out of you I’m crying

in the wise wise words of jj, the ppl who are crybabies on their period please rise.

it's me, im the crybaby on my period. Ellie with a gf who is just extra teary n sensitive on her period is so cute to think about. because she is so fucking awkward!! I love Ellie so so much but baby is incredibly awkward when it comes to handling emotions, even her crying girlfriend.

she's such a sweetheart though :(

she’d frown and walk over, gently stroking your hair with a soft “hey babe” that one scene with Dina nobody talk to me and would immediately crawl into bed with you.

she would!!! that little "hey babe" lives in my head rent free, it's so sweet and gentle and soooo Ellie. gonna make this a modern au bc I honestly do not want to write a period during the apocalypse rn.

somehow it always happens that Ellie is working or in class when your cramps hit :( she gets your first text telling her you got cramps like midway through her shift and she's so upset that she can't just go home and comfort you then and there. you update her when you're not incapacitated by pain or asleep, but it's hours before she can get home.

on her way home she drops by the store to pick up your favorite snacks and comfort items, literally approaches this trip with militant efficiency. get in get out, and she does!

when she gets home she's immediately in the bedroom, throwing off her jackets and shoes and sitting next to you at the edge the bed. literally just sitting there, going "hey babe" and stroking your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead before helping you up to the bathroom.

bc of course she does my favorite period trope: helping your partner into the shower! I feel like you two wouldn't actually shower together during your periods, but she'd sit there while you shower and you'd sit there while she showers. or, alternatively, you'd wash off first and then Ellie would join you. not because I think she's afraid of blood or anything, but she wants you to be as comfortable as possible, and that includes not having to deal with the mental ahhh of getting blood on your partner. anyways yall get nice and clean and she proceeds to help you get dressed, putting lotion on you and otherwise taking care of you.

she holds your lower tummy for the rest of the night, massaging it in a way that feels heavenly <3 she's honestly so cute and sweet im >:(

as for the rest of your period, she 100% does some gentle teasing, calling you her little crybaby while also doing pretty much everything for you. suddenly she's a fucking Chef, cooking you all of your comfort food and/or picking up the Good Shit (burgers) from Joel's place. she may be a lil meanie about it, but she's also unbelievably caring during your period <3

[creative-caramel-coffee]

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DIALOGUE PROMPTS

1. “honey i know you really don’t want to but can you please take your medicine?”

2. “give me that, did you even look at the right dose before you started chugging cold medicine love?”

3. “if you can walk from here to there you can come with.”

4. “dont speak honey i can tell it hurts.”

5. “love you act like a child when your sick”

6. “honey no your not gross, you cant help being sick sweetheart.”

7. “no honey it happens i don’t blame you please don’t cry my sweet.”

8. “what are you doing out of bed my love?”

9. “look at me, hold my hands. breathe with me love your ok.”

10. “do you think you can eat something or will you be sick again my love?”

11. “honey you must be boiling from the inside out here come to bed and let me look at that fever of yours.”

12. “love we need to check your temperature again. i know i know you hate it.”

13. “your looking a bit pale love are you feeling alright, come here.”

14. “let me feel your forehead, no buts, come here.”

15. “this cant be new, love how long have you felt sick?”

16. “i don’t like the sound of that cough, let me hear your breathing my sweet.”

17. “no. you need to be in bed now come here ill carry you back.”

18. “can you walk?”

19. “is it your head?”

20. “if this happens again I’m taking you to the sickbay.”

21. “ready your obviously not capable of walking I’m going to carry you. ready? one two three up!.”

22. “slow sips my love or you’ll be sick again?”

23. “have you taken anything for it?”

24. “come on babe just a nibble its all I’m asking you need to eat something.”

25. “oh love you must feel awful.”

26. “let me see that right now, how did you even do this?”

27. “that sounds like a nasty cold, do you need anything?”

28. “honey you cant come with you can barely walk.”

29. “here put this over your eyes and sleep.”

30. “i got you a cold wash cloth and some pain medicine to help.”

31. “aww love come here.”

32. “is that the grim reaper?”

33. “did you get your period love.”

34. “its ok we can get the blood out.”

35. “honey can you come with me, your bleeding through your shorts.”

36. “come have a bath and i’ll get you something for the cramps.”

37. “oh love its that time of the month isn’t it sweets.”

38. “its ok, a little period blood wont kill me.”

39. “honey the boys haven’t noticed yet but the blood on your suit isn’t from the mission, aunt flo came.”

40. “Love we need to get you changed.”

41. “Um I think im gonna-“

42. “I’ll admit im not feeling so hot.”

43. “Honey you’ve lost your colour sweets you very pale.”

44. “Honey we need to get you checked out”

45. “It’s alright love I know you didn’t mean to.”

46. “Its ok you’ll be alright. Im right here.”

47. “I need you to tell me if your going to be sick again.”

48. “That doesn’t sound good.”

49. “Don’t lie to me I know somethings wrong.”

50. “How about you tell me the truth this time.”

51. “If the next thing you say is a lie I will leave you here by yourself.”

52. “Sweets you feel like a furnace I need you to let me check your temp.”

53. “Please let me look after you.”

54. “At this rate your going to collapse.”

55. “Stop running yourself into the ground.”

56. “I’ll always be here to pick up the pieces. Always.”

57. “One hug then you need to let me get up so i can look after you.”

58. “Darling come here, you clearly need cuddles.”

59. “I don’t care if your sick nothing will stop me hugging you love.”

60. “If you don’t come back to bed I won’t give you cuddles for a week.”

61. “How dare you threaten my cuddles. That’s low even for you.”

Scenarios

a. spontaneous collapse

b. acts like a child when sick

c. difficult when sick

d. insists their ok

e. cant speak so uses sign language

f. suffers in silence

g. hiding illness / injury

h. throwing up in bed

i. throwing up on someone

j. throwing up on the floor

k. bleeding on sheets (period)

l. bleeding through suit / clothes (period)

m. hiding cramps

n. hiding that their on their period

o. shaking hands

p. shaking body

q. fever + sweaty

r. needs to be carried everywhere

s. needy when sick

t. wandering around confused when sick

u. confused when sick

v. waking up confused.

w. Forehead kisses

x. Nightmare

y. Fever dreams

z. Cant walk properly

AA. Broken bones

AB. forehead kisses

AC. sniffles

[beachbabey]

No fluffy Nat thoughts today like my previous asks, just thots

Dom Mommy! Natasha catching you touching yourself so she ties a vibe against you, as you’re crying from the overstimulation she looks at you and coos in mocking sympathy like “aw baby, you wanted to cum didn’t you? So desperate you couldn’t even wait for me, now you can cum as much as you want”

I’m on my KNEES OVER THIS I WANT HER TO THROW ME TO THE GROUND-

-🛫

THE WAY SHE'D BE SO FUCKING MEAN TO YOU IM BARKING SO LOUD RN-

"One rule baby, you had one rule whilst I was gone. What was it?"

"No-fuck, Mommy!" your clit burning with the sensation of your fifth orgasm hurtling towards you, tears pouring down your face. Natasha roughly grabs your cheeks, pulling your face an inch away from hers

"I asked you a fucking question princess" She warns, one of her hands snaking in between your bodies to increase the power of the wand strapped to the inside of your thigh. You let out a wail, your cunt going numb from the pleasure

"Can't-can't touch myself while you're gone Mommy" you pant out, you can feel your thighs cramping from the strain of keeping your thighs open

"Mhm, that's right, well-done princess" she cheers in a condescending tone, running her fingers up and down your hips, making them twitch and buck up into her touch

"And since Mommy's dumb little baby couldn't listen to one simple command, they're gonna lie here and take as many orgasms as Mommy wants"

[cryoexorcist]

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[raybies69]

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[coridallasmultipass]

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[lockleysfav]

Cramps

Jake Lockely x Fem!reader

summary: When reader falls asleep after an hour of painful cramps, Jake comes home and sees you groaning in your sleep, in obvious pain. Jake is well aware that an orgasm can get rid of your cramps.

warnings: NSFW, dubcon, somnophilia, period sex, blood, p in v, creampie, swearing.

Jake was in a calm mood when he walked through the door. Steven and Marc had stopped being a fly on the wall and went to sleep when they knew Jake was safe, not that he couldnt take care of himself but they all looked out for eachother no matter what.

He threw his cap on the counter and ran his rough fingers through his hair, groaning and muttering a small fuck before turning around and heading for the shower. He stopped midway when he heard a small whimper come out of you. He walked over to your side of the bed and knelt down examining your face “oh cariño” he whispers as he watches your face twist in discomfort. He assumed you were having a nightmare as he didnt yet know you were on your period.

He pulled the blanket off you to crawl in beside you but froze when he saw a patch of blood beneath you.

“Jake it’s okay” Steven suddenly says from the headspace, Jake shakes his head and is about to rip off your pajamas and look for where the blood is coming from, to see where you were ‘injured’.

Steven groans at Jake “she’s started her period. It’s her cramps” he tells him and Jake backs away confused “i-i dont know what to do hermano” he almost pouts. Steven told him to wake you and change the sheets so you could sleep comfortably but for some reason Jake really didnt want to wake you, knowing your cramps would only worsen when you wake up.

Jake shook his head “it’s okay i’ll handle it” he tells Steven and Steven nods, going back to sleep.

You suddenly jolt and let out a small cry “Jake”.

Jake rushes to your side once more and strokes the side of your face “shhh mi amor, i’ve got you” he whispers and allows you to settle down again before carefully lifting you into his arms, carrying you over to the couch and laying you down. He kisses your forehead and quickly tore off the bed sheets, shoving them in the washing machine then reaching into one of the cupboards and getting new bedding.

He was quiet when he put the bedding on. Walking back over to you and frowning at your ruined pajama pants, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a few towels and a warm damp cloth. He placed the towels over the bed and folded the cloth on the nightstand then making his way back over to you.

He picked you back up and layed you down on the towels, reaching into your waistband and gently pulling down your bottoms then throwing them onto the floor. He took off his shirt and kicked off his jeans before crawling in beside you and rolling you on your side so your back was against his chest “i’m gonna make the pain go away princesa” he murmurs against your ear and reaches down to pull off your panties.

Blood never fazed lockley, it fazed none of them. But you would always tell them you’re too insecure to do it on your period because of the smell, Jake would laugh and tell you “mi vida i’ve had to lay under dead bodies, im very certain your period will not put me off” and then you’d murmur sarcastically“ok but my pussy could smell like dead bodies jake”. Marc would be howling with laughter in the headspace and steven is simply wide eyed.

His lips trailed against your neck and you squirmed slightly with a groan, Jake stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. Part of him felt awful but he was truly doing this for you.

He clenched his jaw as he sunk himself inside you, immediately feeling your blood leak around his dick and onto his balls but it didnt bother him. In fact it even turned him on. He kept his eyes on your face slowly relaxing and occasionally twitching when Jake hit your g-spot. If it wasn’t obvious already, you’re a very heavy sleeper but when you involuntarily squeezed his cock, he doubled over and whimpered right against your ear causing you to stir awake.

Jake lifted your leg and pushed deeper, if that whimper didnt wake you up then that definitely did. Your hand immediately grabbed his and you whined “f-fuck” your head rolling back and your eyes meeting Jakes “hola cariño” he smirks at you and you only whimper at him, desperately trying to kiss him. He chuckled and leaned down, kissing you passionately “were you hurting bebe? is papi making it all better?” he teases against your lips, stroking his hand over stomach “y-yes!” you moan with your pussy clenching around him again.

His jaw was tight and he was completely oblivious that Marc and Steven had woken up and came to watch him fuck you.

You suddenly turned around making his cock slip out of you. “You okay?” he asks concerned but then his jaw goes slack when you push him down, climbing onto him and wasting no time to sink down onto his cock. He’d never admit it but watching your blood smear onto his lower stomach made him feral. Jake always said blood is blood, he didnt care where it came from it all looked the same to him. He grabbed your hips and pulled you down “Grind on me” he demanded and you mewled “papi i can’t i’ll get-“ you were got off by your own cry as he pulled your hips back and forth. You collapsed onto his chest and followed his movements, his dick rubbing deliciously against your spot that had you seeing white.

He rolled his head back and you took it as your chance to suck onto his neck, leaving him a nice hickey “shit mi amor! cum for me” he reached down and started rubbing at your clit. The combination of his dick hitting your g spot and his fingers rubbing your clit sent you into a hard orgasm “papi!” you screamed and dug your nails into his chest. He growled and calmed with a whimper, thrusting his hips into you before freezing as his cum spilled into you

After a minute of calming down, he rolled you off of him and got on top of you “there there mi vida, all better now si?” he asks as he strokes your tired face. Your eyes fluttering from exhaustion while he stared down at you “keep your legs open for me babygirl” and you spread them a little. You hissed when you felt the cloth he had folded up, wipe across your core and clean you up, Jake whispered praises and grabbed you a new set of panties, putting a night pad on them and sliding them onto you.

You were already falling asleep by the time Jake cleaned himself up and pulled the towels off the bed to put in the wash. He slid back into bed and pulled you against his chest “i love you so so much cariño”.

[eddieismypimp]

Where you been at?

Fezco x black reader

Summary: you don’t feel good so you stay in bed all day with your phone on DND, fez gets worried

warnings: cussing

Today has been an awful day. You don’t know if you’ve caught a cold or if it’s just your allergies acting up, either way, it’s kicking your ass. On top of that, you were on your period, and it’s conveniently so much worse than normal. So needless to say, you haven’t gotten outta bed. Even though you’ve been laying down all day, it’s been very restless for you. You can’t find a comfortable position, and when you do, you automatically have to pee. It got to the point where you damn near wanted to cry, but you finally got up and decided to take some NyQuil. Finally, after some time you felt the sweet release of sleep. You had your phone on do not disturb all day and didn’t realize that you’re sweet boyfriend had been trying to call you and text you to see if you wanted to stay over at his tonight. Fez got extremely worried after he tried to call you for the 8th time and you didn’t pick up. He sent you like, 20 messages and you didn’t respond to any of them. It was nearing 4 p.m. when he finally had enough. He sent a few more messages before deciding to go over to your house to see if you were there.

fezzy<3: where tf are you y/n, im getting worried..

fezzy<3: baby, I’m for real worried, please answer

fezzy<3: im coming over, I really hope you’re at home..

“Ash, I’ll be back.” He told his brother picking up his car keys. “I’m going to see if y/n is at home, she hasn’t answered all day.”

“Fezco, she’s probably just sleeping.” Ash said. Of course he worried about you too but he would never show it.

“I don’t care, im gonna go check on her.” Fez said. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.” Ash replied, going back to the show he was watching.

Fez got in his car and drove to your house. When he arrived, he sighed in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing at the sight of your car. Thank god. He thought to himself. He put his car in park and knocked on your door, praying you would answer.

You got woken up to the sound of someone knocking.

“Uggggh, are you fucking kidding me?” You thought out loud. You slowly and carefully got outta bed so you didn’t trigger your raggedy ass cramps. The knocking still continued. “I’m coming bruh give me a second.” You said, still not entirely sure who would be knocking on your door right now. You opened it to see a worried looking fez and your gaze immediately softened. “Oh, hey, what’s up?” You said to him.

“Where you been at girl?” He asked as his eyes trailed over your body and you realized you looked like you were fresh out of a dumpster.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice as he walked inside your house.

“No, I��m not.” You said sadly. “I haven’t felt good all day.”

“That explains a lot, I was trying to call you all day and I was getting really worried.” He said pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead. “I missed you.” He admitted.

“Im sorry I worried you.” You said laying your head on his chest. “I missed you too.”

“Wanna come stay with me tonight?” He asked you.

“I do really want to but I don’t want to get you or ash sick, i don’t know if it’s contagious.” You said.

“Well, I want you to come stay so you should get some stuff ready.” He said kissing you on the top of your head.

“Okay.” You said, going to get an overnight bag.

“Are you hungry?” He asked.

“Yeah, kinda.” You said putting your stuff in the bag, not forgetting your phone charger and bonnet.

“When we get home I’m gonna make you some food.” He said. “I just want you to lay down and rest, imma take care of you.”

You smiled at him. “You don’t have to do that babe.”

“I know, but I want to.” He said coming up behind you to hug you. He leaned his head on your back. “I missed you so much, don’t ever scare me like that again.”

You laughed. “I’m sorry that me laying in bed and dying is an inconvenience to you.” You said, turning to give him a proper hug.

“Yeah, it sure the fuck is, don’t do it again.” He said in a playful way. “Now come on baby, let me go take care of you.”

“Okay.” You said giving him a kiss before pulling away to grab your bag.

You don’t know how you got so lucky.

[ningningsplushie]

late night drives with Tomorrow x Together!! (Yeonjun version)

Warnings: swearing, feelings of insecurity, crying, sorry for adding crying in another yeonjun writing but I love comfort fics. not proof read ;-;

A/N: no plz this was supposed to be an OT5 reaction but yeonjun’s part got too long so imma make it a series based on a request. I’m so sorry to the person who asked for an ot5 writing and got this :(( I’ll make sure to write the rest of the members very very soon!

this guy would have the ultimate vibe

but also extremely spontaneous 

you wouldn’t think that tho

you would have thought that he’s been planning one of these last night drives for a few days, at most

but nah, mans really throws shit together but it turns out so well

so one night, you’re in your room studying away for school

your eyes are red and droopy from exhausting yourself and the posture in your back is just horrendous

you’ve been at it for hours with no breaks

and right now it’s 9:30 at night

typing furiously, you hear your window creak but shrug it off, thinking it’s just the wind messing with the old wood

but then it gets louder and as you turn around you see the pane opening, a figure emerging from the outside

as you’re about to scream to high heaven, you quickly realize that the figure is none other than your boyfriend, Choi Yeonjun

“Jesus Christ Yeonjun! What the hell is wrong with you?”

he stalks over to your desk, playing around with the small toys on the surface while staring at your through his eyelashes with a playful smirk

(LIKE BILLY LOOMIS FROM SCREAM YK WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT)

“what the hell is wrong with you? I’ve been texting you nonstop since 6 and you haven’t answered once.”

you open the notifications from your phone and true to his word, you see over 15 text messages from him

“I thought you got kidnapped or something?”

...

“Jun, why would I get kidnapped?”

he ponders this for a second and jokingly retorts with “Yeah, you’re right. No one would want you anyways. You’d make an awful captive.”

now you’re just offended

“I’d like to have you know that I think I’d be a valuable person to kidnap.”

Yeonjun throws his head back and laughs

“I know, I know, love. Just so you know I’d give millions to get you back.”

You scoff. “Do you have even have millions?”

this guy looks at you like (shocked)

“Just take a look at my jacket.”

You wave your hand in dismissal. “Yeah, yeah I get it. You’re in a boyband and you make bank *eyeroll*”

“Anyways. I really was worried though. You’re always working too hard for school and I don’t want you to get burnt out.”

“I know, Junnie but I really want to do well...I just...I feel kinda stupid net to you.”

Yeonjun looks hurt. Not for him but for you because he knows exactly what you’re talking about. He still wants to hear it from you tho

“What do you mean, love?”

You look down at the plush carpet, embarrassed, and shrug. “I don’t know...You’re this huge idol doing great things and I’m over here stressing over French literature. Even if I wasn’t with you, I still see everyone else around me do things that matter and i feel like I’m not being or doing enough.”

Yeonjun’s frown deepens. He knows you always dwell over things like this, which is why he proposes something while offering his hand

“C’mon, let’s go for a drive and clear your head. You’re awfully scholarly head.”

“What? That’s it? You ask me what’s wrong and you wanna take me out.”

“No, no, no. I need to take you out. You’ve cramped in your room for days on end and thinking like this in this atmosphere won’t do you any good. We’re gonna go out, get you some fresh air and talk things out.”

Good thing you didn’t change out of your school clothes cuz you would have dreaded going out in your pajamas

“Alright but we have to be quick”

boy deadass looks at you like (thinking)

“Yeah...absolutely not. We’re gonna take our sweet time and when we return, you’re gonna go to bed.” 

you’re about to dispute him but hold his hand up to silence you and shuffles you towards the door.

“What, we’re not using the window?”

“You think I’m gonna risk your life by bungie jumping out the window?”

HE’S SO DRAMATIC

“If you can do it, why can’t I.”

“Cuz I said so. Now shut up.”

mans really put you in your place (ouchie)

like a true gentleman, he opens the car door for you and waits for you to settle in before gently closing it

just as he’s about to get in in his side, he leans down and says “Give me a sec. I gotta do a few things.” 

you sit there, puzzled but let him do whatever he needs to do

you have no idea what the fuck he’s doing but you trust him...for the most part

a few minutes later, he crawls into the front seat from the back, starting the ignition of his car

yeah we’ve been over the fact that he’s loaded but his car will stop getting old to you

it’s so sexy

it even has a touchscreen!!

which he puts to use right away and after he pushes a few buttons, you realize that small bulbs of light illuminate from the back of the car

you turn around and see that he has...fairy lights???

YO NO WAY

“since when did you get fairy lights?”

“I got em a few days ago. I thought you might like them.”

heehee you’re silently gushing over this cuz you know that he’s not really one for these typa things but still got them cuz you love them!

as you’re about to strap yourself in, he reaches over your figure and does it himself, landing a smooth kiss to your lips as he pushes past you

HHJDBJLBKW HE’S SO SUAVE 

“Are we going anywhere special?”

“Nah, just driving around the city, enjoying the night with some music.”

his car even has a spotify app but he keeps the volume pretty low for now

idk if that’s possible but lets roll with it

he makes sure the two of you are secured and safe in your seats and speeds down the speeds

he’s silent for a few moments as he knows that you need some peace and time to yourself without the impending doom of school looming over your head

you deserve to organize your thoughts in peace

and that’s exactly what he wants for you so he doesn’t say anything for a good 10 minutes

but he also wants to distract you and after those 10 minutes, he turns up the music 

you glance over at the car screen and you see that the playlist reads “midnight kisses with Y/N”

your heart warms at this but you also decide to tease him

“Hey dork, it’s not midnight yet.”

He shoots you a quick glance and quips back with “Oh sorry, lemme just make a playlist for each time frame in the day.”

“That’s more like it.”

Yeonjun likes the bustling parts of Seoul at night while he’s in the car

although it’s extremely crowded, he feels like he’s surrounded by your presence

he’ll forever love that feeling

you look out the window and despite the fact that neon lights blind you ever so slightly, you can still make out the faded figure of the N Seoul Tower in the distance

Yeonjun takes a deep breath through his nose, bracing himself for the question he’s about to ask. “You wanna talk about what you said back in your room?” 

the music was deafening in your ears as you rasped out “I’m just not good enough for anything.”

Jun knows that looking out the window of whatever scenery calms you down but he wants so desperately to stop the car and face your worries head on

he opts for your comfort though

“And why do you say that?”

his physical attention may be on driving, what with his eyes glued on the road and his hands directly on the wheel, but his heart his directed towards nothing but you

“I already told you, Junnie. My boyfriend’s a huge idol with love and support from everyone. My siblings are off working in big companies and my friends and classmates are studying impressive things like law and science. I’m not good enough for that. I’m just...reading books and dissecting them. That doesn’t matter. I don’t matter.” 

you sob out the last part and you lean your forehead on the window covered in condensation, too ashamed to look at your boyfriend

At this point, Yeonjun’s heart shatters at the sound of you cries and hurriedly pulls up to the nearest parking spot

he doesn’t even turn off the car before he gently turns you around so that you’d face him

when you shift your face away from him, he places his hands over your. shoulder

And then there was the issue of her, I didn't even like myself, or love the life I had

His words are firm but laced with the utmost of love. “Y/N. Look at me.”

When you shake your head and more tears drop on the console between your seats, he shakes you as the wind causes a leaf to shiver

he knows you’re in the darkest parts of your head and that you’re frightened but he desperately needs you to heed his words

“Please. Just look at me and I’ll take you home.”

hesitantly, you make eye contact with him, your lips quivering and throat going dry at his heartbroken look

“I need you to listen to me too. Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head, causing more tears to fall

but he wipes them away as he always does

“You need tremendous talent to be able to understand literature. Sure, your friends are powered by their brain but you, Y/N, are powered by your heart, and I think that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever got to witness. When I see you reading a passage and I can practically hear the fire in your heart burning from the words. How they inspire you own writing. How you want to connect people with your emotions and words. That’s not something everyone can do. You have a gift.”

you’ve somewhat calmed down at this point. your breathing becoming steady but your hands still shaky

“And don’t you dare compare yourself to me. We’re both dedicated to the arts but in different aspects, alright. I know, trust me, Y/N, I know that you feel like you don’t deserve me because I’m famous and you’re not. But you have to realize that I’ll love you no matter what. I didn’t fall in love with you because of your glimmering eyes or if whether or not your family comes from money. I fell in love with you because of your passion, your drive, your ambition to the things you’re interested in. Watching you read or write is the greatest things I’ll ever witness and I’ll never get tired of it. You make me want to do better.”

Yeonjun is an empathetic person which is precisely why he’s joined you in crying

he hates seeing you so upset and can imagine what you’re thinking but he wants to take that pain away from you

A few loose tears roll down your cheeks and sniffle, leaning in close to him and touch foreheads with him

“for all the thinking I’ve been doing, I never really thought of it like that.”

He chuckles and kisses your nose. “I know. You’ve been working yourself too hard.”

“I guess I was making up for what I thought I was lacking”

“You lack absolutely nothing. You have so much to offer and I hope you’ll realize that soon because as harsh as it is, comparing yourself to others to beat yourself down won’t do you any good.”

you pull away from him and fidget his fingers

“I know, it’s just hard not to do that”

“I know love, I know”

“You really mean what you said?”

“I’m as certain as the sun rising after each dark night”

“So that’s pretty certain, huh?”

He smiles at you and your chest is filled with warmth “Only for you. Now let’s get you some ice cream, fill your belly up, and put you to sleep”

“Only if we get mint chocolate and if you sleep over tonight”

“Oh, that was the plan all along.”

and it really was, perhaps even better than intended

[smutty-ki113r]

Yo I have been crying a lot today. is...period time. V-V i am super dysphoric (I'm agender btw) and my cramps were awful today. I feel a lot better now tho.

I just wish i had a boyfriend who'd either comfort me (*cough* toby) or fuck me real good when i am on my period(*choking on spit agressively* jeff pls-)

also for any other afab ppl is it weird to not mind having a pussy but hating ur boobs?? Or am i just being a hypocrite?

Anyways I am simping too hard for jeff and toby today like wth. I need to stop-

-🃏

Awww bb, i completely understand. Bein nonbinary and all I tend to feel more masculine yet act more feminine?? When I’m on mine I also get super dysphoric, and YES bro. You are not being a hypocrite in any way, you are so so valid. I also hate hate hate having boobs, man it gets so bad, and even with my binder or two sports bras I get like all bleh. On top of hating the body I was born with god gave me the worst period cramps in the world. I cant eat the first day and I literally feel like Im about to die. So i completely completely get it.

DONT INVALIDATE YOURSELF// also what pronouns do you prefer to go by, so in case i dont mess up.

Side note: y’all ever mess up your own pronouns are just go 😑

Here’s your lil lil for the day:

“IT HURTS SO MUCH” you whined, rolling around on the bed with a heating pad firmly pressed against your stomach. Scrunching up your nose and trying to fight the pain away.

“Do you need me to reh-heat the p-pad? Do you want some water? Are you hungry? Can I get you some medic-“ Toby was rambling, waving his hands around to list the things he thought you might want. You stared at him, tightening up your hands and letting them go to distract.

“Toby I just want you, maybe some cuddle-“ without a second to pass he was by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold the pad for you. Nuzzling your face into his neck you grumbled “that feels better” you told him. Maybe he was a bit cringey, humming the “little Einstein’s” theme song over and over again because he couldn’t think of anything else.. or maybe it was adorable.

You couldn’t hold back a smile, your face brightening even more when Jeff came barging in. “HOW ARE YOU FEELING” he raged, his hands in fists as if he could fight your cramps for you. Toby stopped singing, knowing Jeff would either tease him about it or laugh.

“A little bit bette AGH!” You cried, biting your lip as a wave of hurt washed over you. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck” you chanted “not good”

Jeff was impatient, feeling helpless that he couldn’t do anything. Crawling over to you on the bed to hug you from the opposite side of Toby. Kissing your neck softly as he whispered cute little sayings into your ear…well…some of them were cute. “It’s all gonna be ok” he started “soon you’ll be back on your feet” he continued, “i love you so much, promise I’ll stay”… and then the “uterus if you can hear me I’m going to destroy you” which you were about to tell him wouldn’t really help but you heard Toby start singing- with words this time.

“Pain p-pain go away come a-again another day” rocking you side to side. Jeff deadpanned at him with a sour expression, staring at him with wide lidless eyes.

“No idiot, don’t tell it to come back” he started, engaging in a little bickering where they mocked eachother.

At least it was distracting, but it did get annoying after a while. You just wanted peace and some level of quiet. “GUYS STOP” you said “it hurts enough as it is, don’t kill my ears too”. They both mumbled a sorry and continued to hug you tightly. “I just wish I wasn’t born in this body, at least without a uterus” you whispered in longing.

“Awww babe, you’re real in our eyes” Jeff started.

“Yeah we don’t see you as a girl, or a guy or with any gender” Toby added.

“Gender is shit, who cares about it anyway” Jeff said. “Fuck gender”

“Yeah fuck g-gender” Toby said.

“Fuck meeee” you whimpered.

“I mean…you could have just said that” Jeff said, a new look in his eyes, a bit more…dangerous.

“Guys???” You said, backing up onto the pillows as they approached you like animals in heat. “Guys?!”

[sad-boy-hank]

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲

just some tricky fucking up the life of IRL! Reader lmao

loosely based on this and may or may not be a headcanon continuation of this 👀

warning, this features sensory overload, PTSD, reader having DID and one of their alters fronting (and failing to protect them), arguments, physical violence, and panicked breakdowns.

pspspsppspsps.... @shyflameweasel pspspspspsps....

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For maybe the eighth time this week, you woke up with a crushing headache and an awful cramp.

You gently placed your head in your hands and winced, gritting your teeth. God, when will this fucking stop.

It was hard enough to fall asleep, and the headaches just made you dread your bedroom even more. Groaning in pain, you slid out of bed, limping towards the kitchen. As you slowly reached for the advil and antipsychotics, you started to think back. Maybe it did happen. There's always that chance. You grabbed a cup and turned on the sink to fill it. The doctor said That hearing voices might be a symptom and... and I guess it's easy to substitute something grittily real for something fantastical. But still- "Oh!"

You dropped your cup as you noticed it over flowing, then crouched down next to it in dismay. "God... Goddamn it."

"It's alright."

Ah. At least these two could keep you from falling apart.

To be honest, the antipsychotics did nothing to affect the voices, which was one of the reasons why you doubted your psychosis diagnosis, but still. Different meds work for different people.

"You can pick that cup up and refill it, then you can take your meds. You clean up your mess when you have the time, alright?"

With a silent nod, you refilled your cup, dropped an advil in it, and took your medicine.

And hoped that today would be a good day.

~~~~

With a huff, you lumbered onto the bus and dropped some quarters into the change box. "Yeah, no prob," you muttered as the driver gave you a thankful smile.

Holding your arms close, you glanced around for a place to sit.

There was a woman with a crying baby in the front. You winced. I don't have to deal with that.

You plodded further back, letting out a strained groan as you realized the only place with remotely any peace was the very back.

"Don't worry! You get your own corner! You can fuck around on your phone, like you were in the back of the classroom!"

Toby-- the voice who was speaking-- made you smile. "Thanks Tobes. Don't know what I'd do without your outlook."

You tensed, swearing you could see a young boy in your head smiling at you. "No problemo, (Y/N)! Gotta help a sister out, right?"

"Y-yeah, right."

"Who the hell you talking to?"

You spun to see a man glaring at you. "U-uhm, no one--"

"Sit down, the bus has been goin' for the past minute!"

"Y-yeah, okay." You quietly scurried to the back, feeling shame rise within you.

"Don't fret, sweetie."

That was Donna's voice.

"Nothing you do could get you in trouble today."

You smiled lightly as you heard Toby pipe up. "Yeah! Today's a trouble-free day! And that means you won't get yelled at or made fun of!"

"Thanks, both of yOU!"

Your voice turned to a shout as the bus screamed to a halt.

"Hey, what's up?"

"What the fuck, yo?"

You heard someone smack their lips as they spoke.

"Why'd we stop?"

Seats creaked.

"What's going on?"

You started to panic.

You placed your head in your hands.

You started crying.

And then you heard the screaming, the gunshots, the stabbing, and you grabbed your face and burrowed under a pile of bags. Terror encapsulated your being as you heard someone's footsteps and gleeful humming.

"NOW, NOW, WHERE COULD THAT LITTLE FREAK BE?"

Oh God. You recognized that voice.

You curled up into yourself as quietly as you could as you heard even more footsteps. Please don't have brought the fire clowns. For the love of God, anything but them. You started crying and sweating with fear, ready to scream at any moment--

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WHERE THE FUCK AM I?

"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO!"

"It's not your fault dear, there were too many to--"

"WE MIGHT DIE, DONNA!"

Eyes still closed, you saw a young, brown-haired boy in a similarly colored striped shirt scream angrily at a tall woman in a sweater. He yelled at her in... Toby's voice.

Your eyes snapped open.

"OOOOH, GOODY! YOU'RE UP!"

With a shriek, you wriggled away from the huge beast of a clown. Scaulding tears burned your cheeks as they poured from your eyes. "PLEASE, PLEASE JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!" you screamed, terrified.

The clown pouted, crouching down and crawling toward you untill he had you cornered. "WHY?"

"P-please, I-I can't think--"

"WHY?!"

You cried out as the giant thing plucked you up from the ground like a doll, your sobs becoming pained as his talons drew blood. "PLEASE! PLEASE, I JUST WANNA GO HOME!"

You let out a yelp as you were tossed onto the floor. "THAT'S NO FUN!" He stomped his foot on the dusty floor. "LET CLOWN HAVE FUN! MEANIE!"

You started to curl up, bawling like a child as you heard the sounds of stomping and crashing.

"NO FUN! YOU'RE NO FUN!"

"(Y/N), God, I'm so sorry, I-I'm supposed to keep you safe but I didn't--"

"N-no Tobes i-it... it's o-okay," you whimpered between tears. "Y-y-you did g-good T-Tobester, y-you did-- EEK!" You shrieked as you were once more picked up.

"WHO?"

"W-wh--"

"WHO'S 'TOBESTER'?"

"He-he's a voice--"

"DOES HE LIKE CLOWN?"

You paused to let your thoughts slow, only for them to become jumbled again as the zombie shook you violently. "DOES HE LIKE CLOWN?!"

"YES! Yes, let me go!" You answered instictively, wanting anything to get away from this monster.

The clown stopped shaking you and, with surprising gentleness, set you down on the floor. "WHERE IS TOBESTER?"

"Huh? O-oh, uh..." Oh, whatever. I'm gonna die anyway, might as well tell 'im. You tapped at the side of your head. "He- he's in here."

The great beast gave you a surprisingly friendly smile. "I WANT TO KEEP YOU!"

What? The statement caught you off guard. "Why?"

"YOU'RE FREAKY! THE WAY YOU LOOK... AND THERE'S MORE OF YOU IN THERE?" He tapped your forehead with a sharp claw, making you flinch. "I DON'T WANNA GET RID OF SOMETHING SO COOL!"

What. The. Fuck.

[enigmaisdownbad]

Detention with Umbridge

pairing: Ginny Weasley x Ravenclaw! reader

warning: my first fic so it probably sucks also im not sure how to add the “keep reading” button so sorry that it’ll take up like the whole screen

summary: reader gets detention with Umbridge and Ginny comforts them (sorry for the bad summary too)

U trudge down the hall to Defense Against the Dark Arts, making a point of not looking at anybody, especially your fellow Ravenclaws. Out of all the people who were doing bad in that class, why did Snape have to pick you to ridicule?!There were people doing even worse than you! His horrible voice still echoes in your head: “oh my lord, (y/n), what is this foul looking liquid?! I expected more from a Ravenclaw. 10 points from Ravenclaw for this horrible...thing.” His sneer, the cruel way he laughed, and worst of all, worse than the fact that your classmates were laughing at you, was that she was there to see it all. Her. Ginny Weasley. With her beautiful, crimson, fire colored hair, and her stunning freckles, she was the one you cared about and loved the most. Not to mention her laugh, which made you feel weak whenever you heard it. Everyone in your house who knew disapproved of your crush, it got in the way of studying, or Quidditch. “Who has time for a relationship when we have a 3 foot essay by Monday?” “Statiscally, it’s gonna fail anyway” sometimes you hated being so smart, because you had to face facts instead of being optimistic. “Hey, (y/n), wait up!” You’re jolted out of your thoughts by none other than Ginny’s voice. You turn around and it’s all you can do to not gape. Even though everyone wears basically the same robes and stuff, Ginny somehow manages to look amazing in them. Everything about her just seems to...shine. “Yeah Ginny?” You ask, trying to pass as nonchalant as to hide that anything’s wrong. Ginny however, sees through it. “Don’t act fine, y/n, what Snape did back there was bloody awful.” “Listen Ginny, I don’t want sympathy or pity. I probably deserved that. It was really bad.” Ginny looks like she might argue, but then just says, “Well, we both have that toad, Umbridge next, so want to walk together?” as you walk towards Umbridge's class, you warm up to each other and start talking about just random things. Quidditch, how horrible Umbridge is, what you think your O.W.L years are going to be like, etc. A few times your hands brushed up against each other, and it caused a chill to run up your spine. When you finally arrived at your class, it was normal for about 30 minutes. But about 30 minutes into the class, umbridge pulls out some sheets of parchment and says, “I thought you all might be getting a tiny bit bored with our daily schedule, so I decided to spice things up a bit with a pop quiz!” The entire class just looks at her in shock. One kid raises his hand. “Yes mr. Finnigan?” “Well, ms, it’s just that pop quizzes are more of a Muggle thing.” Seamus says. “Well how else would you test your knowledge?” She says, almost daring someone to speak back. “Oh I don’t know, maybe by actually doing the spells ourselves?” A voice says. Too late do you realize that voice is yours. “Sit down, (L/n), unless you want a detention.” Umbridge says menacingly, her eyes narrowing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ginny mouthing don't push it. But at this point getting in trouble is something you don’t care about so you say, “are worksheets going to stop Voldemort then?” “detention in my office at 8 tonight, (L/N), don't be late.” after class Ginny catches up with you. “Why did you have to land yourself in detention, (Y/N), and especially with Umbridge?” “I mean it can’t be that bad, it’s probably just lines or something.” “well they’re not ordinary lines, like have you seen Lee recently?” “are you trying to make me feel bad about my place on the social ladder?” you ask, sorta offended. “No, but he got detention with Umbridge the other day, and he came back with his hand bleeding profusely. He wouldn’t tell us exactly what happened, but his descriptions were pretty bad.” you sort of waved it off, saying you would be fine. “W-well, yeah, but i was kinda hoping to-” she caught herself halfway through her sentence and said, “I-I gotta head to class… so see you later.” see you later. She actually wanted to spend time with you. Snap out of it, you told yourself, she just likes you as a friend if at all, and she's not just doing this out of pity. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, and after dinner, you head to Umbridge's room to do your detention. You enter the room and almost run out again when you see it. It's full of weird cats and is pink everywhere. Umbridge, the fat ugly toad is sitting at her desk to your left. “Now, lets go over what your detention will contain.” you shudder, thinking about what Ginny told you about Lee. “you’re going to be doing lines, and you're going to write with a special quill of mine, so no ink is needed.”she says, a bit too happy for you to feel comfortable. “So, Ms. Umbridge, how long am I supposed to write these?” you ask, uncertain if you even want to know the answer. She smiles evilly. “Until the message… sinks in. you will be writing ‘I will not speak back.’ you may start.” you have barely begun when the pain starts. You had kinda put together what the detention would be, but you never imagined how bad the pain would be. But you just gritted your teeth and kept writing. After a bit over an hour, the blood was actually dripping onto the table. You hummed the song “Sucker for Pain” quietly while you thought about what you had done. All this just to impress some girl who would never like you back? All in all though, standing up to Umbridge felt really good, so maybe it was worth it. At 10:03 however, it was too much. Your wrist hurt from the writer's cramp and the words on the back of your hand were bleeding so much you let out an audible gasp mixed with a small cry of pain. Umbridge inspected your hand and said, “since it's only your first time, I’ll let you off with a warning.” you walk silently out into the hall, hand hurting like Satan had risen from the depths of hell and stabbed you just for fun. Surprisingly, Ginny is waiting outside. Her eyes brighten when she sees you, but then fill with concern at the sight of your bloody hand. “Oh god, (Y/N), this is even worse than Lee.” she says, grabbing your hand gingerly so as to not hurt it. And even though her touch is soft, it sends another chill up your spine. Every thought you had about her doing this out of pity leaves. You realize she might truly care. However, you know that actually being with her is never going to happen. For the second time today, you jolted out of your thoughts by Ginny saying, “let’s head over to Gryffindor Tower, I can get you fixed up there.” and before you realize what she was saying, she's grabbing your other hand and dragging you there. The Fat Lady looks at you and Ginny quizzically, then breaks into a knowing smirk. “Mimbulus mimbletonia, and not a word.” she says to the Fat Lady. as you enter the common room, you can hear her saying “Ah, young love.” and you can feel your face turn as red as Ginny's hair. She sits you down on a couch and comes back with Murtlap Essence and tells you to put your bleeding hand in it. You guys start talking a bit, (mostly about Umbridge) and slowly, your free hand and her hand move closer together. Before you knew it, you were holding hands, her head was resting on your shoulder, and your head slightly on hers. Her hand was soft but cold. When you realize what's happening you get startled and get flustered saying, “ O-oh, sorry, I didnt-I didnt mean to-” but you never finish because Ginny silences you with a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, one that made your insides feel warm. “I like you alot, (Y/N). I want you to know that.” “I… but out of all the lowly people, why me, the worst of them all?” Ginny giggles at this response. “that's just the thing, (Y/N), you're not.” She kisses you again, and when she pulls away she says, “there's a trip to Hogsmeade in a few days, would you like to go together?” “I would love to.” you say back, now beaming at her. “Well I gotta go to sleep now, (Y/N), Love you.” “Love you too, Ginny.”

[hitoshi-shinsous-actual-archive]

ajdjsk i’m just being honest hun <3 and whatever you decide to do- just know i’ll think you’re adorable either way ;)) ssjdnk sorry i can’t help it- seeing your reactions are just so,,, endearing and cute sndjk

and please please please give me a hug,,, or just anything at this point i’ll take anything from you sjdjk,,, i can’t believe i forgot to mention but uhh,,, it’s ✨that time of the month✨ for me and i have no chocolate or a heating pad so my cramps just might kill me ajdjk:’) also,,, forgive me for saying it so much but i fucking love you for that “you go girl” thing sjdhjdkfjsjdjdjk

honestly- i’m not too stressed on whether or not I’ll look good or not,,, more so, having to see ALL my (mostly) bigoted classmates in person in forever and i’m probably going to cry 🧍🏽‍♀️anjdjk im gonna sound awful and ridiculous but I want their last image of me to look 😩✨seggsy✨😩 y’know? (at least beforeI transfer to a new school and won’t see them for awhile,,, hopefully,, I’ll rant about this new school thing another time ajdhjk) but then again,,, who cares wtf they think,,, im just extra skjdk. all I’ve been doing is looking online and just getting rid of all my bookmarks of stuff but I’m now choosing between two so I’ll probably send a picture on the day before I go to this hell hole graduation thingy :)

ajdjsdk y-you’re,,, sweet <3 but,, are you sure you got the right person in terms of adoration? like,,, you of all people,,, think i’m amazingly cool and are in adoration... with me..? that’s,,, insane but in a good way sjndk,,, UGHHH i could talk about summertime in paris foreverrr it’s just,,, so good ajdjskdkdfl,,, i love willow smith sm :’)) well you have to fill me in on these ideas ‘toshi,,, i love hearing your ideas and thoughts and honestly anything you have to say <3

and don’t worry babes,,, it makes sense. and :000 you did the mwah back??? adorable.. 🥺 pspspsp sir you make me a fool in lo-

like i said before, if anything, i love your long answers so don’t even worry about it. and i kNOW you didn’t want me to say anything buuuut just remember not to be so hard on yourself okay? but okayyy,, i accept your apology and your hugs <3 <3 <3 little update- turned in that geometry assignment 13 mins before the due date,,, im literally god ✨ okay no but sorry for any typos when i blink i can hear my eyes and I’m not so sure that’s a good sign ajdjskfkskdjnsk

- 🧋

dfrhejdfhsjlg, i- *lightly, i wrap my arms around your waist, pulling you to my chest so that i can bury my face in your hair.* shuddup.. *i mumble, but i can’t not have this dopey sort of grin as i speak. you can probably even hear the smile in my voice.*

and, mm, yeah, my condolences. though... i’ve heard that when people crave chocolate, it’s because they need potassium? so like... a banana. or raisins. google also says yogurt and rice work. otherwise, uh, yeah, i wish you good luck with your. t- time of the month- *i’m probably blushing more. because. well- jdhfnja you know- but for the most part i’ve calmed down, now sort of just hugging you to my chest.*

...but, uh, bigoted classmates? mm, yeah, it’d be amazing to show up all seggsy beautiful, show them just how much cooler you are than them. also, it’s absolutely valid to be extra, aha, i just don’t want that to be another thing that stresses you, y’know? ohh, i see. i’m sure that whichever you pick will look nice... once again don’t feel pressured if you end up not wanting to, but, y’know- i’m looking forward to that picture.

yeah, i’m sure. can’t lie, what i feel is way more than just adoration... but, y’know. when i try to say that word, it just makes me so nervous.. someday, i’ll say it to you, again, though. that i know <3 willow smith... i’ve heard a couple of her songs but i don’t know her music well enough. just turned her... spotify channel, or whatever, on though; knowing that you like her. really liking what i’m hearing. hmm... i’m thinking, for the first hour or so, we just... drive. unless you don’t like long car rides, because then i’d be just as content setting up in the lawn or something. we’d have a blanket- or a couple of them- and we’d have snacks. also an ice chest of drinks, because, y’know... hydrate or diedrate, aha. we’d play good music and we’d just exist near eachother. also probably make out. okay rereading that last line makes me feel so nervous i- i need to not get too deep in my head.

pspsps?... i thought you were the kitty... th-then again, though, i guess i wouldn’t mind if you wanted to pamper me like one...

mm... okay, okay- fair warning though, you might start getting rambling your way far more often >:) also, i mean... i’ll try not to be too hard on myself- yeah, you’re a god. a goddess, if i may- also get some sleep if you need it oh my g-