#worried husband and wife

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

5x5 | 6x4

[rocktheholygrail]

2x10 || 2x11

#when you're the third wheel with your boyfriend and your boyfriend's boyfriend #also they're both cannibals

[superbat-love]

Superbat Moments #15

Arguing like an old married couple

Superbat Master Collection

[immediatebreakfast]

I do have to say that one detail of Victor's first nail in the coffin of his illness is how before he finally collapses from exhaustion, is how his wild laughter, then his following calls for Clerval could be interpreted as a horrified wife suffering from "hysteria" calling for her husband's protection.

Victor created the creature as a scientific experiment to bring life from the cold claws of death. Yet by making the creature "from scratch" instead of reanimating a corpse, he inadvertently put himself into the role of the mother instead of the father.

Victor made the creature with his own hands, selecting beautiful parts, feeling anxiety over the result, and neglecting his health in favor of caring for the parts of the creature. Mimicking the process of motherhood with a scientific view that made Victor feel partly impersonal from the creature, but not enough. After the process Victor feels horrified by his crime against nature personified by his corpse son staring at him in the middle of night, then Victor leaves him to escape from his responsability.

Then, after Victor wandered without any direction, Clerval comes as a beacon of hope to him. Like a light coming to guide Victor in the middle of the darkness. And it feels like it, Victor is so rejoiced that his dear Clerval has finally come to put his horrified mind at ease. Until Victor has to confront his reality once again, but this time Henry's opinion of him is on the line.

After Victor realized that the creature is gone, the last straw of his poor mental sanity is finally broken with cold laughter that horrifies Henry, along with Victor's cries asking him to save him. Then, the two of them stay with eachother for months, with Henry playing the role of worried yet caring husband, and Victor playing the role of ill and fragile wife.

[starshine-valley]

Random ships to consider (i like their dynamics in my mix n’ match au :DD and doesn’t really have to be considered “romantic” per say could be a friendship type thing!!)

RuiEna

Mafusaki

Akihona

Shizukasa

Shihoan

These ships in my au are not necessarily canon? But they have the most interactions that are interesting and ship worthy. 

[dramarants]

i only want love triangles if it's whatever fucked up polygon junmo kicheol and euijeong have going on

[quietwingsinthesky]

crowley would literally be so happy to be dean’s soon-to-be-murdered wife. he would have a ball with it. he would take every threat as flirtation and be so secure in his place in dean’s life as affirmed by an ancient murder curse.

[borgeslabyrinth]

Ah, the familiar rage that one always feels towards the husband in a horror novel. I would simply tear this man apart limb by limb.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[dooblez]

mommyclan is eternal

[varpusvaras]

Chapter 4 is up!

[watermelonlovershigh]

harry looked so nervous at the premiere today for dwd🥹🥹🥹 you should write something were maybe he’s super nervous before and gets emotional and his wife just comforts him maybe he even gets sick from nerves🥹🥹🥹

A Series of Unfortunate Events in Italy (pt. 3)

The Late Night Flight (pt. 1)

Blowjobs & Pussy Rubbing in the Sky (SMUT) (pt. 2)

AN: i was saving this request for my part 3 of my three part series. it's not exact to the request but similar. i hope you enjoy and leave your feedback...

This story contains: mentions of anxiety, vomit, comfort, fluff

{ husbandrry - no kids - softrry - current harry era }

word count: 1,589

Harry lets his anxiety get to be too much, from the negative comments on his acting abilities to the drama his cast members had, that he ends up getting sick in the middle of the night and you comfort him.

Harry knew he wasn't the best actor out there but he and everyone who worked with him thought he was pretty decent. But with the recent conflict in the media about his performance from what they've seen in the Don't Worry Darling trailer, he was having some serious doubt. And with this self doubt came the anxiety he was feeling because he knew at this movie premiere the best of the best critics were going to watch and review his acting abilities.

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The plane ride to Venice was fine, well more then fine when you decided to give him that blowjob and let him rub your pussy, but as soon as you both got off the plane, Harry begun feeling quite ill. His anxiety was spiking and not only from the worry of what the critics may say, but also from the drama he knew his other cast members were dealing with, him being lucky enough to not have been apart of that fuss. You noticed on the way to the hotel Harry was being more quiet then he was previously but you didn't question it too much. You thought that maybe even though Harry got some sleep on the jet that he was just super exhausted.

Then when you went out to eat dinner at a little cafe down the street from the hotel you were staying in, Harry barely talked and he picked at his food. He loved Italian food so this put up additional warning signs in your brain. Why was Harry acting like this? Did you do something wrong? Was he coming down with a virus? You really didn't know.

Once you finished eating, you and Harry walked hand in hand back to the hotel and got ready for bed, beings it was getting late and you had to be up early in the morning for hair and makeup. When you laid down in the hotel bed and cuddled up to Harry like you normally do, you thought you'd sleep peacefully until Harry's alarm goes off at six am, but oh how you were wrong.

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Harry tossed and turned for hours, feeling the small amount he did eat at the Italian cafe not sitting well in his stomach at all. He was becoming increasingly more nauseous as time went on. His thoughts kept spiralling to, "They all hate me." "I'm such a bad actor." "What if a fight between Olivia and Florence erupts on the red carpet?", that if he stayed in this bed for one more minute he'd be puking all over you.

Harry tried as best as possible to carefully detach you from his sweaty body, then sprinted to hotel suites bathroom. As soon as Harry stepped foot into the bathroom he lifted the closed toilet seat with shaky hands and squatted down in front of the porcelain bowl. His mouth just salivates over the water for a moment before his body lurched forward and begun throwing up.

Loud sounds of retching and heaving woke you up from your peaceful sleep and when you opened your eyes to the mostly dark room, you realized your husband was no longer beside you. Meaning they must be coming from the bathroom where you assume he's located. You quickly fling the duvet off your body and pad your feet over to the bathroom which is a few feet from the bed.

When you arrive at the bathroom, the door is wide open, presumably from Harry not having the time or thought to shut it, and see him bent over the toilet, puking his guts out. You rush over to him in a speedy manner and immediately begin to rub your small hand up and down the length of his naked back, him only being dressed in his boxer briefs. Though you hate vomit and the sound it makes when someone is vomiting, you'd always be by your husbands side no matter how gross the act was. In sickness and in health you vowed and boy did you mean that whole heartedly.

"Shhh," you whisper while continuing to rub on Harry's back, "you're alright. I'm here now." He just makes an uncomfortable whine sound between dry heaves and when you notice him trying to push back his unruly hair, you stand up and grab the black hair clip he'd left on bathroom counter before bed. You come back to his crouched body and carefully scooped up his brown curls, twisting them on the top of his head and securing them with the hair clip so no puke gets in it. That wouldn't be very nice.

Then you squat back down and try your best to comfort him as best as possible. You didn't know if Harry was being sick because of a sickness or maybe food poisoning from the restaurant down the street, but by the way you noticed his hands and legs were shaking like crazy, you settle on the idea it may be from his anxiety. Harry sometimes had the tendency to allow his anxiety to get to be too much for him to handle and it'd make him sick to his stomach.

Once Harry finally got a break from throwing up, he blindly reached for some toilet paper to wipe off his mouth and nose before tossing the dirtied tissue in the puke filled toilet and flushed it. If he kept hovering over his sick for much longer it would only make him get sick again. He then turns his head to the side and sees your worried facial expressions. So he hoarsely mutters, "M'fine, love. Just a bit of a queasy stomach."

Knowing he wasn't telling you the full truth, you huff a breath before replying, "Harry, this seems much more than a queasy stomach. And your whole body is shaking. You don't feel like you have any sort of fever either. Tell me what's wrong so I can help you. What's really got you so sick?"

Knowing he can't lie to you anymore, Harry slowly turns his body around so he's facing you completely and while going to lean forward on your body, he nearly whispers, "Think it's my anxiety. Just with all the negative things said recently about my acting in Don't Worry Darling to the tension I know will be on the red carpet premiere tomorrow from the drama that happened on set, s'got got me feeling a bit sick. But I'm okay. Feel better now that I've emptied my stomach."

"Oh babe," you coo sadly at his admission, "your acting was great in the film. Don't let those internet trolls tell you otherwise. And I'm sure there won't be anything bad that happens at the movie premiere tomorrow. Whatever drama that happened on set will probably stay hidden because they're all adults and know how to remain professional. Don't have anything to worry about. But if you do start to worry, remember I'm gonna be by your side the entire time."

"Wanna go back to bed, please." Harry tells you as his head now lays on your shoulder.

"Does your stomach feel better?" you question cautiously, not wanting him to be sick in bed or anything.

He nods his head slowly and says, "Yeah, just tired now." You help Harry stand on wobbly legs and help him brush his teeth at the sink across from the toilet. Once his mouth was clean of the taste and smell of the bile he'd threw up minutes ago, you walk him back into the bedroom and help him get back under the duvet.

Before you joined him, you go over to the mini fridge and grab Harry a bottle of water to keep on his bedside table incase he was parched. You carry the water back over to the bed and set it beside him. "Here's some water if you feel thirsty, babe." Then you walk around the bed and slipped under the covers yourself.

Right as you were going to scoot over and cuddle with your lover, Harry beats you to it. Except as he's sliding over to you, he asks, "Can I, I lay on your chest?" His voice almost sounded childlike and it warmed your heart. It's like when a child has been sick and afterwards wants to join in bed with their parent(s) because they need comfort. And you were glad to be that comfort for him.

"Course," you answer in a loving tone, "come here, baby." Harry maneuvers his body until he's straddling your thighs and then lays his body down onto your front. If the circumstances were better, you'd initiate some midnight loving. But he'd just threw up all that was in his stomach so you'd imagine having sex wasn't a great idea right now. Not will all the movements it takes. Plus, he just seems so vulnerable at the moment and you'd never take advantage of him in this state.

As you start to lull back to sleep, you drag the covers up over Harry's bare back so he doesn't get cold and place a hand on the surface of his back. You soothingly rub your cold hand over his skin and the calming manner knocks Harry out. Well that relaxing feeling as well as just being in your hold. He felt safe and immense amounts of comfort and all the previous anxiety he'd felt was momentarily washed away. Maybe it'd return when he woke up or maybe it wouldn't. But for now he's solely focused on sleep for the big day ahead of him.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[kitxvoss]

kitbell + husband and wife mentions

[pillowprincessvarric]

Say what you will about Hepler (and I have) but that wild son of a gun she sure had. some ideas.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

That awkward feeling when a PIMI childhood friend sends you an invite to a party in the summer; but you know you’re going to be out of the cult and shunned by then.

What do I even say? Do I lie and say I’ll be there? Do I just not respond?

[gideongrovel]

my dash is always pretty dead like friday through monday for whatever reason 😐 So the art i just finished will have art to wait till tuesday!! 🤭