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totaly-obsessed · 7 months

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kcc hurt/comfort pls (:

Breaking a Sweat

Kyra Cooney-Cross x reader request

-> Reader struggles to be alone and gets sick, leaving Kyra to look after her

-> Sick reader, also for this anon!

-> I don't know if hurt/comfort fics are my strength - I tried!

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When Kyra transferred to Arsenal at the start of the season it was a joined decision, that she would not live alone – and who to better pair her up than with you?

You were the same age, already knowing each other from the national youth teams and while you were an introvert, Kyra was an extrovert. It was a good match – and Katie obviously did not try to set you up.

She would never do that…

Living together was an adventure, that is for sure. It was Kyra’s job to do all the phone calls while you did all the paperwork for the apartment and while the brunette was obnoxiously loud, you would not change it for the world.

But now it felt lonely when the young Aussie was gone, having been called up to represent her country for the Asian Olympic Qualifiers. Whilst you could not be prouder of your new friend, you missed her.

Most of your teammates were gone as well – they had left for the Nations League. With only a few people in training everyone worked harder than you already did, desperate to get some more minutes on the pitch, representing the club.

Alone again, you struggled.

Cooking for one person? Too much work.

Buying groceries for you alone? Waste of money.

And while you forgot to care for yourself, your teammates noticed. And they tried, they really did try to get you to eat at the cafeteria but you were so focused on training that it was of no use.

Kyra returned from National camp when you had an off day, and she half expected you to have cooked something – your love language being acts of service. But even in front of the door, she could tell that something was wrong.

She could not hear any music, not even the TV running as background noise – highly unusual for you.

Just as fast as she had the door open, it fell shut again, a gust of wind pulling it close. It had gotten cold quickly, and it was not just cold outside, but also in your shared living space. Quite the contrast from Australia where she had been just twenty-four hours ago.

In complete darkness, the young Australian felt for the light switch, and as she pressed it the first thing, she saw was the messy living room. This was even more unlike you, who always tidied up after yourself.

“Y/n?” Her call was met with more silence, but after closing the wide-open windows and turning up the radiator she saw the lump of blankets on the couch move.

“Honey?”

No reaction.

Carefully Kyra pulled off blanket after blanket until she was able to see your face. A very sweaty one. “Shit. Let’s get you up.”

While you normally would have told the girl off for swearing, you did not even react – barely hanging onto her shoulders as she dragged you to the bathtub. She did not need to take your temperature to know that you had a fever – so the water was not as warm as you would like it to be, especially not with your high body temperature.

After wrangling you out of your sweaty clothes and into the bath, Kyra called Steph for help who had also just gotten home.

“Okay, you want to get her as dry as possible, her hair as well. Sit her on a chair when you blow dry it. get her into light clothes, no heavy jumpers. Lots of water, ibuprofen, sleep, and cool rags will do the trick.”

You were bibbering in the tub, your body temperature cooling down significantly – and while it took a while Kyra had managed to dry you off she managed to do it – cooing at you in a desperate attempt to calm you down. While you tried to help, falling over as soon as you moved a centimeter was not much use.

Dressing you in one of her shirts, the young Australian managed to get you into her bed, after deciding that your bedding needed to be changed as sweat clung to it.

“Don’t fall asleep honey – need to drink something first.” As fast as she could Kyra had gotten a water bottle and some crackers, practically force-feeding you until you fell asleep.

After placing a cool rag on your forehead, the brunette decided to clean up as much as she could. Cleaning the living room, and throwing every blanket that she could find, into the washing machine alongside your sweaty clothes left on the bathroom floor.

It terrified her to find you like this.

Once you were back on your feet, the two of you were going to have a serious talk about self-care. It was hard to grasp for her though – you had been just fine living on your own, so what happened?

Leah helped the young midfielder realize that it was not her fault that you had ended up like this – she had shown up at your shared apartment after Steph called her that you were sick.

With most of your teammates gone, you just missed them a lot.

You had gotten lonely, and if possible, Kyra would do anything to prevent this from happening again. Even if she would need to drag you to Australia.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #woso #woso imagines #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross #auswnt x reader #matildas x reader

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Pawns

This is the same AU from Family. I have another story planned for this group so it isn’t going anywhere!

Summary: Sometimes it was easier to keep your secrets to yourself and not worry those around you. But when an avalanche brings down your mountain of lies, it won’t care who it hurts.

Warning: implied sexual assault, bulling, fighting, stealing, cuts and bruises

Word count: 2.9k

“Stop! That hurts,” you whined as Yelena held a cotton ball to your chin with antiseptic spray. It burned the cut you had. The blonde rolled her eyes, huffing slightly.

“If you stopped moving we would be done,” you pouted as you heard the front door open. You were sitting at the kitchen counter with Yelena standing in front of you and a first aid kit across the counter. You hoped no one was going to be home when you walked in but Yelena was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of mac and cheese when she saw the cuts on your face. She looked over her shoulder to see who it was. “Ah sestra, your daughter is being a big baby,” your stomach still did back flips when you heard that term used. But it was short-lived when the rest of Yelena’s insult caught up with you. You gasped, regretting it as your split lip ached.

“What happened?” Natasha asked, rushing over to you. Yelena stepped out of the way. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you remembered what caused you to look like this.

“I uh wasn’t paying attention,” you mumbled as Natasha took over Yelena’s job. Her touch was gentle as she cleaned the cut on your chin and lip. “I was reading while walking,” you hissed at the sting but Natasha blew on the cut to help soothe it. “I ran into a kid who also wasn’t paying attention and this happened,” you continued. “But you should see the other guy.” You joked. It pulled a laugh from Yelena but a glare from Natasha.

“How many times have we told you to not read while you are walking?” She asked as she cleaned up the used medical supplies. “You need to be more conscious of your surroundings.” It was the same speech you’d heard over and over again. They were still worried that Jason’s employers were going to come and finish the job.

“I know, I know,” you sighed. “And I’m sorry. I’ll be better.” Your eyes followed the Black Widow as she washed her hands and threw out the trash.

“It’s okay,” she pulled out two ibuprofen and filled a glass of water. “We just want you to be space.” You nodded, taking the pills from her and finishing the water.

“Can I go to my room? I have a big essay to work on.” Natasha sent you off, making you promise to come to her if the pain became too much. You agreed, thanked the Black Widows, and walked to your room. When the door closed behind you, a weight lifted off your shoulders. So, it was a small lie that you told the Russian duo. You were thankful that it wasn’t Wanda who walked through that door even though you were rehearsing the lie on the walk home, she would have seen right through it. But you said over and over again in your head that you were beginning to believe it. It was a small lie that rested on top of a big mountain of lies. One small slip-up and an avalanche were going to happen.

You were having trouble at school. A small group of kids picked you as their new target. They were 19, taking their senior year AGAIN because they liked to spend their time doing drugs and having sex behind the bleachers. You wanted nothing to do with them. But Conner wanted you and he was eager to add you to the list of girls he’s fucked. Saying no was impossible. But you couldn’t tell Natasha and Wanda, not wanting to bother them with another one of your problems. They saved you from Jason, welcomed you into their homes, and adopted you. You could handle them on your own.

Natasha whipped her hands off on the towel as her cell phone began to ring. She was preparing the vegetables to go along with Wanda’s dinner tonight. It was your school as she looked at the caller ID. “Hello.” She answered.

“Hello Mrs. Romanoff it’s Nancy,” the school’s front desk manager said. Natasha liked Nancy. She was a saint when you were recovering from Jason’s attack. “I hate to inform you but Y/n was involved in an incident at school and you and Wnada need to come to the office as soon as possible.” Natasha was already walking to find Wanda, who was switching the laundry.

“Was she hurt?” Nancy sighed. Oh, Natasha did not like the sound of that.

“I think it’s best to talk in person but I promise you, your daughter is safe.”

“We are on our way.”

When she held open the school’s office door for her and her wife, she didn’t expect to see a boy holding an ice pack to his face with who Natasha assumed was his parents by his side. They were pissed and she felt their glares as Nancy ushered them to the principal’s office. You didn’t even look up as they entered or answered when Wanda asked if you were okay. “Mrs. and Mrs. Romanoff, please have a seat.” Now Natasha liked Nancy and a few other administrators but Henry Cook, the principal, rubbed her the wrong way. The couple sat down on either side of you. Natasha glanced at you, your knuckles were a deep purple and blue. She was starting to put the pieces together in her head. “Your daughter was involved in a fight today with 3 other students. She broke their nose and gave them a few other bruises.” If the situation wasn’t so serious Natasha would voice how impressed she was, you didn’t look like you had a scratch on you. “Now the parents agreed to not press charges but we have a zero-tolerance policy for fighting. Since this is her first disciplinary action, a 2 week at home suspension will be carried out.”

“What is the punishment for the other students?” Wanda asked. Henry leaned forward, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“I beg your pardon,” he said. “I’m a little confused about the question.”

“I think what my wife is trying to say is our daughter wouldn’t start a fight unless something happened,” Natasha said, looking at you. She didn’t like how quiet and how distant you were being. “So what caused the fight?”

“Conner said she stormed over to him and his friends and instigated the fight. Coach Griffo had to pull her off of him,” You finally moved. The smallest clench of your jaw. That boy outside was strong and Natasha knew you could fight as she’s trained you to protect yourself but something wasn’t adding up.

“Sweetheart,” Wanda said to you. You turned your head slightly. “Can you tell us what happened?” You looked forward and Natasha didn’t miss the way you glanced at the man sitting in front of you.

“It’s like Conner said,” you mumbled. “I started the fight.” Natasha didn’t believe it for one second. “Are we done here?” You asked. Henry nodded. It was all you needed as you grabbed your bag and left the office.

“Is there trouble at home?” He asked. “This behavior isn’t normal for her.” Natasha hated the fake concern on his face. The trouble wasn’t at home, it was in this very room.

“Can you just tell us the truth?” Wanda asked, rushing to follow you into the house.

“There is nothing to tell,” you didn’t bother to take your shoes off as you made a beeline for your room. Your heart was pounding against your ribs. A knot forms in your stomach and you could still feel their hands on you as they pushed you against the wall. You were holding back tears.

“At least let us treat your hands.” Natasha pleaded. That made you stop. Not the pain but the way Natasha pleaded with you. You’ve never heard her sound like that before. You dropped your bag and sat down on the couch. Wanda joined you as Natasha went to grab the first aid kit. She gently took your hands in hers to look them over.

“Did they clean them or give you ice?” You shook your head. “Oh sweetheart,” Natasha returned and began to clean them. You could feel the sadness flowing off of them. It was a major deja vu moment.

“You should see the other guy.” You tried to joke, to break the tension but they didn’t find it funny.

“You don’t need to tell us what happened now,” Natasha said, putting some healing cream on your hands. “But we know you and the school are lying and one way or another we will find out the truth.” You couldn’t look at them and stared at your hands. You could still feel every punch you threw to get them away.

“Okay,” you whispered. But you didn’t elaborate and the silence between you three was deafening.

“Have you found out anything?” Yelena asked with her arms crossed. She was sitting on the couch of Natasha and Wanda’s home office. On the screen were pictures of the 3 boys you injured 5 days ago.

“Nothing about the fight,” Natasha said, flipping through some files. “It so happened to be in a spot with no cameras.”

“But the families of these 3 have deep pockets in the school,” Wanda added. “And Henry Cook is getting a kickback from those donations.”

“So he’s saving face,” Yelena said, standing up and walking over to the table. She saw the school's financial records and an offshore account in Henry’s name.

“And the coach that ‘pulled’ her off,” another picture appeared on the screen. “Is the coach of the football team where these boys star.” Yelena sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We can bring up the stealing and an investigation could occur but we need Y/n’s side of the story on what happened that day.”

“She’s still not talking,” the couple shook their heads. You’ve barely left your room besides quick trips to the kitchen and bathroom rooms. “And you haven’t.” She wiggled her fingers mimicking the way Wanda uses her powers.

“You don’t think I’ve tried that,” Wanda hated using her powers without a person’s consent but they were desperate for answers. “But she’s blocking me out. I didn’t know she knew how to do that.” The witch threw her hands to the side.

“What if I try to talk to her?” Yelena asked. The only people you’ve spoken to have been the twins. They’ve managed to get you to laugh and smile.

“It won’t hurt to try,” Natasha smirked. “Just be careful, sestra, she seems to have a mean right hook.”

“Go away,” you said as the knocking on your door continued.

“You know I will break down this door if you don’t open it in 3 seconds,” you rolled your eyes at Yelena’s threat. “3,” You stayed in bed. “2,” you sat up. “If I break down this door it will be your fault.” With a huff, you got up and went to unlock the door. “1.” You opened it and stared at the blonde in front of you. “Ah, very good.” She pushed past you and looked around your room. “You’ve redecorated. I like.”

“Well, I have 2 weeks to do something with my life,” you closed the door, leaning against the wood. “I know what you are trying to do and I’m not talking about what happened.” Yelena hummed, sitting on the edge of your bed. She took the pocket knife that was on your nightstand. It was a present from her when you were adopted.

“I saw what you did to those 3 students,” she began to play with the knife. “They were twice your size and American football players too.” You looked down at your feet. “Broken noses, black eyes, even a broken frontal bone,” Yelena chuckled. “I’m impressed, svetlyak (firefly),” she flipped the knife in her hand. “But the question of why you did it remains a mystery,” she stood up and looked at the pictures on your walls. There was one of you and the twins. Another was on the day you were adopted with Natasha and Wanda. And somehow Yelena found an old picture of you and your parents she gave you. “Were they hurting someone you cared about or threatening you?” She walked over to you, holding the hilt of the knife out toward you. “My niece doesn’t start a fight for no reason.” You took the knife from her.

“Maybe you don’t know me.” You whispered, tapping the blade on your hand.

“Ah ah ah,” she waved her finger in front of your face. “That is where you are wrong. I know exactly who you are. A hero,” she turned around. “A protector. A sister. A daughter.” Yelena sat on the top of your desk. “So, what happened?” You felt your lip start to shake as you stared at the ground.

“There were 5 of them, cornered me in the hallway between Griffo’s office and the boy’s locker room,” you finally looked up at her. “I haven’t been the only girl but I am the first that fought back.” You sat on the edge of your bed. “They tried to be friendly at first; invited me to parties and to hang out with them at lunch. But I refused. Conner doesn’t like being told no.” Yelena sat down next to you. “Lena,” you whispered, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. “I don’t want to go back to that school.” You couldn’t keep the tears that fell down your cheeks and the sob escaped your lips. Yelena froze, startled at first but soon she brought you into her arms.

“Sh svetlyak (firefly),” Yelena whispered. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Sestra,” you heard Yelena say. “Are you free to talk?” You didn’t hear Natasha so you assumed you nodded her head. You stepped out from behind the wall and saw Natasha and Wanda on the couch with Billy and Tommy. They were playing the Wii.

“Hi moms,” you whispered. “I uh,” you scratched the back of your head. “I think I’m ready to talk.” Natasha smiled.

“Do you want Tommy and Billy here?” Wanda asked. You shrugged, taking a seat on the couch.

“Come moi plemyanniki (my nephews),” Yelena said to the twins. “Why don’t we play outside?” Billy and Tommy looked at each other.

“Do you want us to kick someone’s butt?” Tommy asked you. You laughed, it felt good to laugh.

“No, I don’t think moms will like another fight,” he giggled. The twins followed Yelena outside and you felt your stomach drop as you stared at Wanda and Natasha. “So,” you said, slowly. “Here’s the truth….”

Wanda used her powers to open the door to the principal’s office. “What in the world is going on?” Henry asked, standing up.

“Sit. Down.” Wanda hissed, her fingers glowing red. Natasha held onto your hand as you entered the office. You saw Coach Griffo sitting down, eyes wide as he stared at the two Avengers.

“Here is what’s going to happen,” Natasha said, letting go of your hand. “You are going to suspend those boys, fire Griffo, and then step down as principal.”

“This is blackmail!” Henry said. “I won’t stand for it. Nancy, call the police.” Wanda laughed and you felt a chill go down your spine.

“This is the easy way, Mr. Cook,” she said, placing a flash drive on his desk. “That flash drive is evidence for all the money laundering you’ve been a part of, how you are deliberating failing those kids, and the sexual assault of multiple students.” Henry looked at you.

“Hey,” Natasha slammed her hands on the desk. “Eyes on us. Not her.” Henry slowly looked back at the couple. “You're done. Both of you. You won’t be able to hurt students anymore that you were supposed to protect.”

“You bitch.” Griffo said to you. You tensed up but he didn’t make it far as Natasha grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and slammed him down on the desk. He let out a pained groan.

“You will never lay your hands on her or anyone else again.”

“You both underestimated,” you said, finally finding your voice. You walked over to both men. “We were just pawns, disposable. But guess what?” You kelt to Griffo’s level. “Checkmate.”

Natasha didn’t want to hover so she stood in the kitchen with Wanda to give you space to process everything that happened today. But she still wanted to be close. It was nice to hear your laughter mixed with the boys echoing off the walls. “She called us mom,” Wanda said, knocking her hip against Natasha’s. The Black Widow couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face. She’s waited so long to hear that term of endearment come from you.

“Is she going to be okay?” Natasha asked. Wanda sighed, leaning against the counter. She was worried. There was only so much darkness one person could take.

“She will be,” her wife. “She needs a lot of love and we can give it to her.”

“Mom!” You called out from the living room. “Can you make us popcorn?” The Black Widow rolled her eyes.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please!” The trio called out. Natasha shook her head with a laugh. She was learning that she would do anything for you just to see you smile.

Part 3

#wandanat #wandanat x reader #wandanat x you #wandanat x daughter!reader #wandanat x y/n #wandanat x daughter #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #marvel #Marvel AU #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 1 year

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Dearest Mary,

may I please request something where Hangman and reader [fiancée/wife] have a soft evening in when the reader is exhausted and both are just soft? Maybe she's in the army too, just a different branch?

(now no errors)

Dinner and Domesticity

jake seresin x fem!wife reader 1.5k words

summary: After a hard day at work, you just want to relax in your husbands arms.

a/n: warning, i know nothing about the army, so um. yeah. dont take any of this seriously. honestly, writing this was therapeutic. god. i love him sm.

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Your keys jingled as you pulled them out of the lock again and threw them onto the drawer in the hallway, pushing the door closed with your foot.

"I'm home", you called, stripping off your shoes and your jacket and trying not to flinch at the pain that shot through your head when you straightened again. You'd had a headache for the better part of the day and were desperate to dig through your medicine cupboard for some Ibuprofen.

Jake didn't answer, which was unusual, but there was music coming from the living room, so maybe he just hadn't heard you.

You fought a yawn as you walked through the house, no sight of Jake in the living room (even though "Slow Ride" was playing over stereo) nor in the bathroom (where you went to grab the Ibuprofen). But you spotted him in the kitchen, bobbing his head to the music, something sizzling in a pan in front of him, and had to smile.

"Hey, babe", you said, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm home."

He looked up at once and a grin broke out on his face.

"Hey, baby", he said, letting go of the pan and putting down the wooden spoon to come over to you and pull you into a quick kiss. God, you almost wanted to melt into him when he touched you, so much of the tension in your body vanishing just because he was there, grounding you. "Hard day?"

You hummed, resting your forehead against his chest - he was still wearing his uniform, probably hadn't got home much earlier than you had.

"Yeah. One of those surprise test days."

He groaned in pity and pulled you closer to him. The good thing about both of you being in the navy (aside from the fact that it had been navy festivities where the two of you had met in the first place) was that you both understood just how hard the job could be. There was no having to explain anything, and that made things a lot easier. Even though, of course, you didn't know all the technicalities of planes and Jake didn't know too much about boats, that was something you really valued in your relationship.

"Got 'em good?", he asked. You couldn't help but smile.

"We handed them their asses on a silver plate."

He chuckled. "That's my girl."

For a moment you just enjoyed his embrace, then the obnoxious sound of his alarm rang out and he pulled back to tend to dinner. You missed his warmth the second he let go, but didn't complain. Hell, he was cooking, you'd never complain about coming home to freshly cooked food. So instead you just yawned and sat down at the kitchen table, chin resting in one hand as you watched him.

"Smells good”, you said. “What’re you making?”

He looked over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised, and you had to bite back a laugh.

“Pasta, I get it. Always pasta”, you grinned.

The thing with Jake was that he had tried to cook. A ton of times. And the results were always the same - he just wasn’t a good cook. In the slightest. But he’d learnt how to make pasta, which you were both proud of, and so when Jake was standing in the kitchen, he was always making pasta. The surprise each time was the sauce, which you had begged him to change the recipe for once a while so you wouldn’t have to eat pasta with the same sauce for weeks straight. The surprising aspect was usually whether he managed not to burn it.

Dinner went by comfortably - today he’d done just fine with cooking, not even oversalted. He told you about his day - training - and you told him about yours in more detail, cut short by a yawn at least five times. Jake chuckled every time and you had to smile because of it, and when you wanted to help him clear the table, he took the plate from your hands and told you to get comfortable on the couch.

It was barely eight in the evening.

But you knew that you’d probably fall asleep in front of the tv and so you went and changed into your pajamas, which were really just one of Jake’s old shirts and that was it (in your defense, the shirt still smelled like him), and when you stalked back into the living room, he had already turned on the tv and was holding up a blanket for you.

You grinned as you walked right into his arms and he hugged you close, wrapping the blanket around you. You wriggled your arms free and pulled him in by his jaw, wanting to kiss him but having to laugh as he tried to tug you closer by the waist and failed, only tangling up his hands in the process.

“Thanks for the blanket”, you said, so close to him that you could feel your own breath hitting his skin. It was almost unbelievable how after all these years of being with him, of being married to him, you still wanted nothing more than to be close to him like a lovesick teenager.

“Anything for you”, he muttered, grinning at the cheesiness as you laughed and pecked his lips once. Then twice. And a third time, and somehow you ended up with your eyes closed and his tongue nudging yours and smiling like an idiot into the kiss.

You let your hands wander from his jaw to his hair, grabbing at the strands trying to pull him impossibly closer, messing it up even more. He always went out of the house in the morning with perfectly gelled hair and you’d made it your mission ever since your first kiss never to let him go to bed like that. No different today.

Only when your knees bumped into the couch you realised that he’d been moving the two of you backwards. You pulled away, just a bit breathless, and looked at him. He was grinning that signature grin of his, the one you’d fallen in love with the first time you’d seen him, and you went so weak in the knees that you almost collapsed onto the couch behind you.

“Hi”, you whispered, unable to keep from smiling yourself.

“Hey”, he chuckled.

“Missed you today.”

“Really? You didn’t see me for half a day and already missed me?”

He was teasing, of course, so you pouted and untangled your hands from his hair to hit his chest.

“Shut up.”

He chased your lips for another kiss, a sweet one this time, and - though you really wanted to pretend to be mad at him - you could only give in to him and cross your arms behind his neck. He was radiating warmth, even through the blanket.

“Never”, he grinned, and pressed a soft kiss to your nose. “Missed you too.”

He let go of you and you had half a mind not to sigh in disappointment, choosing instead to flop down onto the couch and hug the blanket close as he went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. When he came back to hand it to you, you were already pressing play on the tv remote, putting it next to you to take a sip of your water. The couch dipped as Jake sat down and made himself comfortable, an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You rested your cheek against his chest and sneaked one leg over his knee, squeezing it in between his.

“James Bond again, really?”, he groaned. You punched him softly in the ribs.

“Best movies ever made.”

“You’ve watched them all at least ten times. This month.”

“Yeah, because they’re cinematic masterpieces.”

Your sentence was cut in half by a yawn, but you didn’t let your argument be disrupted by it.

“You’ll fall asleep halfway through anyway.”

“So? Then you get to watch it all by yourself.”

He hid his face in your hair and mumbled something unintelligible. You turned to look at him - trying hard to ignore the doe-eyed expression he’d put on - and raised your eyebrows.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Love you.”

You had to smile despite yourself. Jake hadn’t disliked the movies the first time you’d made him watch them - actually he’d been really into them. But then you’d called Pierce Brosnan attractive and now he wouldn’t watch without complaining anymore.

“Mhm, that’s probably for the best. Love you too.”

You turned back to the tv and cuddled up to him, one of his arms tightening around your shoulder and one of his hands resting on your thigh, brushing up and down so soothingly that soon you were yawning again, your eyes closing by themselves as you pushed up against him and snuggled as best as you could into him, your blanket up to your chin and your head resting against his chest.

He was proven right after barely fifteen minutes.

You had fallen asleep almost instantly, though you would later argue that this was his fault, if anything, because his presence was so relaxing and so comforting that you just didn’t have a choice, and you were starting to softly snore five minutes after that.

You didn’t hear Jake chuckle, but you did feel him carefully get up (which you complained about in your half-awake state) and then pick you up into his arms, the blanket falling down onto the couch as he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom.

You also felt the mattress dip when he lowered you onto it, the pillow under your head, and the next morning you would vaguely remember clutching his arm, not allowing him to pull back, mumbling: “Stay, please, Jake, don’t leave me alone.”

“Just have to turn off the lights and the tv, honey”, he said quietly, kissing your forehead, waiting for you to let go of his arm even though he could have easily pulled back just like that.

“Mhm, ‘kay”, you muttered, already drifting off to sleep again. “But come back quick.”

#top gun #x reader #jake seresin #hangman #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #top gun x reader

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hoenoredone · 9 months

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH – nanami kento

a/n: sorry for the inactivity, exams have been kicking my ass

contents: nanami is starting to get old. he used to be able to withstand nights of drinking until he passed out and the subsequent work day, but now the a/c gives him a cold. tags: sfw, enstablished relationship, married au, non sorcerer au, fem!reader, talks of snot and fever, unbelievably self indulgent.

unbelievable. un-believable. you knew something was wrong when nanami had made himself a cup of chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey the night before. he had told you he was just tired from work, but – realistically – who wants to have hot tea in the middle of july? he had been clearig his throat way too often before going to bed, and he looked like he was struggling to swallow whatever food you offered.

after years of marriage you knew better than to ask him about it, he'd only deny feeling unwell. so you do the next best thing: slip him a tablet for his sore throat with the usual vitamins he takes every night. he fell asleep almost instantly, his body already tired from fighting off the illness. he unintentionally woke you up at around 4am from blowing his nose a little too hard, causing him to cough into the tissue.

he struggled to fall asleep again after that, tossing and turning every couple of minutes, no doubt from not being able to breathe properly. it's in that precise moment (5:33am) when you decide that he's taking the day off tomorrow. he's an icredibly responsible worker, he has more than enough sick days accumulated to be able to use at least one.

you wake up before him – miraculously, considering how little sleep you got – and make him some breakfast as quietly as possible. you decided not to turn off his alarm clock because you knew he would not listen to you and simply rush straight to work if you had done that. so you opt to set the table and place the freshly squeezed orange and ginger juice next to his green tea and a bowl of honey-banana oatmeal.

you hear the familiar beeping of the alarm clock as you're pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and patiently wait for your husband to come into the kitchen. you must be lost in thought because you almost don't notie him until he rests his head on your shoulder and tries to stifle a cough.

"morning," he groggily says.

"sweetheart," you coo while turning to face him, "did you have trouble sleeping? i heard you coughing at some point. here," you place your coffee down on the counter and raise your hand to his forehead, "let me see."

you almost gasp at the heaviness of his eyelids and the unusual warmth of his forehead.

"kento, you look ill," and he knows you're serious, you never call him by his name.

"i feel fine," he tries, but he knows that it's useless. he doesn't feel too bad, just congested. and he has a headache. and his throat is killing him. he can power through.

"have some breakfast and go back to bed, i'll text your boss and bring you some medicine after," he can't even protest, the thought of having to get ready and go into that cold, cold office where his cubicle is inches away from the a/c sending chills down his spine. not like his protests would matter much, regardless, as you're already sprinting to his phone. so he sits down, alternates between sipping his tea and the juice you had made him (the ginger burns his throat but he forces himself to swallow). he tries to eat most of the oatmeal but his stomach just doesn't agree with him, so he leaves a little less than half of it in the bowl.

he's a good man, tidies up after himself even when oh so horribly sick, and goes back to bed. once you hear the rustling of the covers you know you've succeded. you exit the bathroom, a smidge of eye cream unblended on your cheek, and hand him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. you make sure he has enough tissues by the bed and leave him a bottle of cough syrup and a spoon on his nightstand. you tuck the comforter all the way up his chin and grab some clothes to get ready for work.

once you're ready you come back into the bedroom and almost decide to leave without giving him a kiss in fear of disturbing his rest. you opt against that, knowing how unusually whiny your husband gets when he's sick. so you place a gentle hand on his arm and leave a peck on his forehead.

"i'll try to be back for lunch," you whisper, "but if i don't make it there should be some leftovers in the fridge if you feel up to it."

he groans in response as you make your way to your shoe rack, a barely audible "love you" from him painting a smile on your lips as you quietly close the door.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

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hardstraykidshours · 1 year

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skz at a new years eve party

pairing: none, just ot8 skz

genre: headcanon, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 758

warnings: alcohol mention, this isn't honestly too nsfw but please just don't be stupid with alcohol

chan

chan is the ultimate party dad. he's not drinking, because he is monitoring everyone else. he also makes sure everyone stays the night. even though the party is at his place, he's the first one in bed. no matter what, the second the ball drops at midnight, he is going to his room and going to bed (except for that one year where he played a ball drop stream from a different time zone and went to bed early).

minho

minho stays most of the party, but this is the one time he isn't drinking. this is because when chan isn't looking, he irish exits the party around 11:30, so he can go home and spend new years with the cats. he steals a noisemaker from chan's party and takes some party hats for the cats. they all watch the ball drop together. even dori.

changbin

changbin is drunk almost the entire party, and he is so fucking loud because of it. he also ends up eating basically all of the snacks, like literally sitting on the couch with a whole bag of chips and the entire crockpot of buffalo chicken dip. if he runs out snacks, someone better walk to the store or a riot (of just changbin) will break out. he is felix's partner in crime until felix sobers up. he is also trying to kiss literally everyone at midnight but gets rejected by everyone.

hyunjin

hyunjin gets drunk really early on but hides it really well. he goes to the bathroom 2 hours in and stares at himself in the mirror for 10 minutes because the room is spinning. this makes him decide to sit on the couch in the corner for like an hour or two until he sobers up enough to rejoin the party. he knows seungmin is on the prowl for people doing stupid shit, so he's hyperaware of where he needs to be in order for it to be safe to mingle again. he insists on everyone drinking fancy champagne at midnight, but he ends up yelling at changbin for wasting it by spraying it all over people.

jisung

for some reason, new years is jisung's favorite holiday. he takes it very seriously. he even has those obnoxious glasses that look like the year number. chan may be the host, but it's jisung's party. he is dancing and drinking and socializing the whole time. jisung is a beer pong master, and he is trying to convince every person he sees to play. (he also made jungle juice in the bathtub even though chan told him he wasn't allowed to do that ever again since the jeongin incident last year).

felix

felix gets super drunk really fast, like shit-faced in the first hour and a half of the party. he does not handle his alcohol, so he definitely makes some regrettable decisions in this timeframe. chan has to cut him off, and once he starts sobering up as the night goes on, he realizes everything he did and how seungmin got all of it on video. He got so drunk so fast that by midnight, he's already low key hungover while everyone is just now starting to get drunk, so once the ball drops, he takes some ibuprofen and sleeps in chan's room since chan has already snuck off to bed anyways, so it's the only quiet, dark room right now.

seungmin

seungmin spends the majority of the night gathering embarrassing dirt on everyone. if someone does something stupid while drunk (or sober quite frankly), he has a picture or video of it. he also has a note on his phone categorizing every moment for each person based on how good of blackmail it is. because he's so focused on this, he really doesn't drink much most of the night, but the moment midnight hits, he is going crazy with the shots and will probably be blackout by 1:30.

jeongin

jeongin is just there to have a good time and will basically go with the flow of whoever he is hanging out with at that time. he has major beginner's luck with beer pong and wins every game, so jisung is constantly trying to get him to play. he clearly did not learn from his mistakes of last year, and he drinks waaaaaaay too much of jisung's jungle juice and is violently hungover for 2 days. like it's so bad that he doesn't even leave chan's couch for those 2 days.

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: dancing with minho

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arctichotch · 11 months

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hey, i saw your send request post, currently im not feeling well so can you write captain john price taking care of sick reader? also they have some cuddles, just a very fluffy fic! thank you!! :D

hey, hope you feel better soon!

(i haven't written anything in donkey's years so excuse the potential mess below)

pairing: john price x gn!reader

warnings: sickening FLUFF, sick stuff nothing gross though, short and sweet

whilst you're here check out my character list and feel free to send me more requests

You felt like your insides were on fire. That your brain was knocking on the backs of your eyes trying to bust out of the confines of your skull. You felt like a sweaty mess and judging by the looks of sympathy you got from your colleagues walking out of your office after your boss sent you home, you looked like one too.

The journey home was a total blur and you nearly collapsed onto your couch the second you got through the door, only just having enough energy to kick off your shoes. You heard the shrill ringing and buzzing of your phone dumped by the door but there was not a single part of you that felt you could go get it.

Your eyes slipped closed, and that was that. One final thought before you fell to sleep - John will not be happy that you went to work feeling unwell this morning...

The bang of your apartment door closing woke you suddenly.

Oh shit, you are definitely not in any position to even think of some of the self-defence John taught you, let alone using it.

Luckily, you heard one of your favourite sounds (although as much as the sound was appreciated, it still made your head throb.)

"Love, I'm home."

Shit, he was home. You had a vague remembrance of him letting you know he'd be home from his month long mission and having told him you'd take him out, treat him to dinner.

So much for those plans.

"M'here," You grumbled from your place on the couch. John rounded the couch into the living room turning on the lights, making you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to alleviate the pounding in your head. "Think m'sick."

"You look sick, yeah. This why you didn't pick up your phone, was calling you. Got worried, love." He knelt down beside you, his knees groaning at the movement.

"You shouldn't kneel like that, you'll hurt yourself, old man."

"Oi, watch it, cheeky." He placed his always freezing cold hand on your forehead. "Could fry an egg on that head of yours. Have you taken anything?"

You shook your head, burying your head into the pillow. "Okay, I'll go get some ibuprofen to try get your temperature down, then I'll get you something to eat. I assume you've not eaten anything, right?"

"Hmphh."

"What would you do without me, eh? Just wither away from the common cold." He chuckled as he moved towards the kitchen.

After he had loaded you up with ibuprofen, some toast and a whole lot of water, he set you up on the couch all tucked up with blankets and the TV loaded up with Netflix, while he took a shower (only allowed to leave after he had promised you with cuddles after he was done.)

When he came out you immediately commandeered him and his attention, snuggling up practically on top of him while watching your favourite show for the billionth time.

"I'm sorry that we couldn't do dinner. I promise this isn't just me trying to get out of paying."

He laughed, his big belly laugh that you miss every single day he is gone. "It's okay, love. I know you're really sick, poor baby."

"I feel gross and sick, and I don't want to make you sick but I really can't think of anything worse than you not being right here."

"I don't get sick, my immune system is undefeatable and you know it. You ever seen me sick, love?"

"There's always time, babe." You slipped your hand under his shirt resting it on his stomach, trying to leach some heat off him.

"You're shaking. You cold?" You nodded and he was quick to pull a blanket from the back of the couch to cover you both.

"I missed you, lots and lots." You said, just now feeling the relief of having him back safe with you.

"Missed you too, love. Hopefully got a few days off now, so I can nurse you back to health." He gave you a big sloppy kiss on your forehead, "I'll take my payment in kisses and cuddles, please. No other currency accepted."

You smiled looking up at him, "I'll see what I can work out."

#john price x reader #price x reader #captain john price #john price #call of duty #cod x reader #cod mw #cod mw x reader #fic #my writing #john price x gn reader #john price fanfiction #john price fanfic #john price fic #cod reader insert #call of duty modern warfare x reader #john price fluff #john price sickfic

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rinsuniverse · 11 months

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hii first of all woah i like your writings they’re really comforting i enjoyed reading them so much <333 also if you’re comfortable with it can i request the sick one but it’s reader having their period instead of being sick? maybe with wonwoo or joshua. if not you can write it like the original i’m okay w whatever you’re okay with. have a great day/night <3

period pains with wonwoo! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea! (sorry for the late response, i still have like 10 to go thru!)

i know everyone experiences their periods differently, so i'm just going to depict a period the way i go through mine! i hope that's okay

if not, you can help me understand the specific details you want me to cover, and i can redo this. i really don't mind!

imagine you wake up in a lot of pain

your head is hurting and you're having some bad cramps

you already know you've started your period because you have an app that tracks it and it started the night before

it's still dark outside when you wake up to this pain, but you still get up to change your pad/tampon

you eat something small and take some pain relieving medicine before going back to bed

wonwoo is sleeping on his side of the bed, shifting around once he hears you get back into bed

he reaches over to grab your waist and pull you closer to him, snuggling his head into your chest

"where did you go? it's still so early. are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft with sleep

"just the bathroom and i was hungry," you say, trying not to tell him about your period

you guys have been dating for awhile now, but you still feel kind of awkward whenever you tell him you're on your period

mainly because whenever you do, he kind of internally panics and he doesn't know what to do to help, so then he just kind of sticks to your side all day

and you're kind of scared of him doing that because you're bound to lash out on him with these mood swings

he rubs your waist gently as he falls back asleep

when it is time to get up and get ready for work, you feel like you're dragging yourself around

wonwoo notices right away as you drag your feet and hold a hand over your stomach because you feel nauseated and bloated

"are you okay, y/n?" he asks softly again

you nod, faking a smile. "yeah, just didn't sleep very well."

he nods, coming over to give you a big hug, rocking the two of you back and forth. "i hope you feel better throughout the day. i'll go make you some coffee, okay?"

and he does

you get ready, dressing up well for work and making yourself at least look presentable

"remember, we have plans tonight to go to that fancy restaurant i told you about," he says on his way out of the house

"oh," you nod slowly. "right. i'll meet up with you there after work."

he kisses your forehead and bids you farewell

at work, you kind of push away the pain and the bad symptoms of your period

you get so lost and focused in your work that you don't even notice it most of the time

but towards the end of your shift, the cramps get worse as the ibuprofen wears off

you check your bag for some more, but you notice you left your extra meds and pads in your other purse!

you'll just have to survive the date without any of those things!

you grumble to yourself, feeling the urge to cry because how could you be so irresponsible? you're extra hard on yourself when you're on your period

you head to the restaurant anyway, hoping that nothing bad happens

you decide you should just focus on wonwoo and your conversation!

when you get to the reserved table, he smiles at you, pulling your seat out for you

before you sit down, he tells you to wait

he takes off his long coat and drapes it around your shoulders

"keep that for tonight, okay, darling?" he says into your ear, a cheesy grin on his face

you look at him weird, but sit down anyway

"so how was work?" he asks after ordering you the item on the menu he wanted you to try.

"it was... okay."

"you seem less energetic and bright. are you sure you're okay?"

"you don't have to keep asking. i'm fine," you grumble, fixing the coat on your shoulders

he purses his lips awkwardly

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that," you apologize quickly. "thank you for worrying about me, but don't worry too much, i'm okay."

he nods, then encourages you to tell him all about your day, which you do

as he walks you home, you feel the cramps act up again

you clench at your stomach, taking deep breaths to try and ease the pain

he goes to hold your hand and squeeze it gently

"let's stop at that convenience store, okay?"

you nod, not having the guts to refuse

when he brings you there, he opens his backpack and pulls out a small pouch that's your favorite color and has your name written on it

he hands it to you and smiles

"i'll wait for you out here," he says

you open the pouch to see some pads and tampons

they weren't the brands that you liked, but it still made you furrow your brows and hide a smile

after you took care of yourself in the bathroom, you walked home happily with him

you both were laying in bed and wonwoo suddenly gets up, off of his mobile game

he comes back with a heated stuffed animal and places it on the top of your belly

you move it so it'll comfort where your cramps on bothering you

and he sits down next to you, looking at you

"did i do good? i asked shua hyung about periods," he says, smiling at you with his eyes. "because i felt bad not knowing what the heck to do for that one week every month."

"how did you know?"

"shua told me to set reminders on an app. and your pants also had a stain," he says. "but like- don't be embarrassed. it's normal."

"i'm still embarrassed..."

he looks at you and gives you a smile, leaning in to kiss your nose

"don't be. i'll be embarrassed for you."

"that's not how it works, but thank you."

"i'm working really hard to be the best boyfriend for you, pretty," he says, before laughing.

he goes back to playing a game on his phone.

"just tell me if you need anything. if you get angry or feel like yelling at someone, you can yell at me, okay?"

"wonu, i'm okay, haha, don't worry so much," you say, laughing. "thank you, tho. you're like a little puppy or kitten."

"i'll be a cat."

"that works, too, i guess," you smile.

"now come here, let me kiss you, i'll make the cramps go away."

"wonu, you're in the middle of a game!"

"i can multitask."

wonu might be clueless when it comes to periods, but he does try his hardest for you!

he'll do his own research outside of you so he can be the best boyfriend ever.

thank you so much for the request! feel free to request more, darling ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧)

(p.s. requests are still open! i accept all svt members, though i specialize in writing about woozi. i'm making request guidelines soon! ς(>‿<.))

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sunflowersandscreams · 9 days

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ok gonna say this now. been thinking for a while about how to say this. also no one here is entitled to my medical info but i want to say SOMETHING.

been having some awful terrible symptoms for about a year now. they've gradually gotten worse to the point that sometimes it's hard to move because of the pain and i can't eat can't sleep etc. some of the time i'm just like any able bodied person but it impacts my life quite severely when it's bad.

i have struggled to get much done about it. the gender bias in the healthcare system is so strong and it is very discouraging. i knew something was wrong with me but no one would listen. it was damaging my mental health and the medications only made it worse.

eventually i was able to find a doctor who figured out the problem (thanks specifically to the doctor who told me i did not have the thing i do in fact have 👍 super helpful telling me to take an ibuprofen). the relief at knowing what it was was huge but now the road to managing this disease is also long. it's terrifying. but at least i know what i'm up against now.

i guess if this post has a message it is that you know yourself better than any doctor and if you think something is wrong with you don't let them tell you you're anxious or overthinking or that you just need to take iron, drink water, etc

thank u & never take anyone's bullshit xx

#this is also quite vague because. hmm well i don't feel like sharing specifics. <3 #DONT feel obliged 2 say anything either. this is really my struggle #i just feel kinda bad about being off again on again on tumblr. not that i'm apologizing for it bc who tf cares honestly #lori things #i guess??

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livelaughlaw3 · 23 hours

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The unbearable pain of periods (Part 1/2)

TW : angst, sadness, insecurities, virgin reader, physical touch, period pain, blood, flirt, fluffy end <3333

You are single in this story and Shanks is only your Captain. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

(It's literally day 5 of living on three pills of ibuprofen a day to relieve my fucking pain and it's not even working, plus it's ruining my liver, so I needed to think of something else.)

You curl in on yourself, desperately trying to suppress the pain. You couldn't even take an anti-inflammatory since you would have had to change position. You just stand there crying, silently, in the complete darkness. You hear your crew going about their business. Hongo is in the know, he knows exactly when your period will start and when it will stop. But since it's your privacy and even if he knows you trust him, he's still a man, he doesn't bother you and waits for you to ask him for help. He just puts your pills and lots of water on your bedside and reminds you that he is there for you then leaves. Shanks misses the only woman on his crew and asks his ship's doctor. He sighs and gets up, going to boil some water. He prepares some herbal tea and asks Lucky to prepare something hot for you for dinner. Your Captain also warms pockets for your stomach.

He knocks on your room with all this in his arms. You hear your door creak. “Y/N ? Are you awake ?” You turn towards him slightly, tears in your eyes. So that he understands, he turns on your night light. He places his things on your desk, pulls up your shutters slightly and opens the window to get some air. He wipes your tears and sits on your bed. He tilts his head to the side to caress your face. “Is this your period ? Do you want me to take you to the hospital ?”

You shake your head, biting your lip to keep yourself from bursting into tears. He gets up and looks at the time then encourages you to drink the anti-inflammatory, holding the bottle for you. He sits back down on your bed, placing your legs over his to rest the warm pack on your stomach. You sigh, he places another one behind your back. He arranges the pillows around you so you can stay in this position. He makes you drink hot tea. You obey him. He knows how to do everything right. “Can you try to eat ? A little bit… While it’s still hot ?” You nod, he places a pillow on your pelvis and the plate on top. He’s the one who makes you eat because your arms are numb from holding your knees to your chest. You finish your plate, he smiles and thanks you. He places the plate on the floor with the glass and cutlery. He asks you if it's better, you shake your head. He thought, placing his hand on your stomach. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt, sweetie ?” You answer “27 !!”, he smiles sadly and asks you “Okay, will you let me stand behind you, please ?” You nod your head, you try to help him, he pins you to the bed very nicely. “No honey, stay as you are, it’s me who’s moving.” He sits near the headboard, takes off his shoes and belt and opens his legs. He pulls you very gently, against his chest.

He lifts your t-shirt, places his arms around your waist and both hands on your stomach. He moves his palm down, asking you, “Where exactly does it hurt, darling ? Tell me." He continues towards your lower stomach when you tell him “Here..” He rests his chin on your shoulder to watch as he gently presses the pouch there. He massages it through then tells you “Try to relax. I imagine it must be difficult, love. But. Close your eyes and let me do my job. All right ?" You nod and listen to him as you rest your neck on his shoulder. He kisses your neck furtively and massages until the pill takes effect and you fall asleep. The meal was hot and heavy, which left you exhausted enough that you were able to nap for several hours. He lies down with you in his arms, so that the two warming pockets on your back and your stomach fit around you. He covers you warmly and thinks but he is called an hour later. He pulls away from you, being very careful not to wake you. He places your pillows correctly around you, picks up the cutlery and closes the door. Busy, he decides to let you sleep and watches the time of your next dose. After chatting and passing time with his crew, he looks at the clock which points to 6 p.m. He fills a glass of water and goes into your room. He frowns, seeing you standing there, agitated. You remove your duvet cover, your sheets, in tears. He walks towards you, slowly, looking at you. You stained your pajamas, really badly. He places his hands on your shoulders, you jump but continue. He holds you by the waist and pulls you back from your bed.

“Y/N !! Look at me. Concentrate. Let me do it, it’s nothing, I swear.” You obey him as usual, you still trust him. You nod, he wipes your tears, makes you drink the anti-inflammatory and carries you to your bathroom. You brush your teeth, he holds your hair then clips it with clips. You’re still crying, asking him “B-But.. I-I made a mess.. you’re up-” He interrupts you “No never, I’m not upset, beauty. Let me take care of it.” He makes you sit on the edge of your bathtub, takes off your pajamas. He turns on the hot water, asking you to test if the temperature suits you. He puts soap on and prepares a glove, a towel and panties as well as a tank top. He pre-pads your panties, without you asking him. As you remain in your underwear, he leaves you, picking up your pajamas, after asking you if you could undress yourself. You take off your underwear, wash them and hang them out. You slowly enter the water. You stay there for several minutes when he says to you through the door “Is everything okay ?” You answer “Y-Yes..”, “Okay princess, I’m going to go out for a few minutes and I’ll come back.” You stutter a little “O..okay..”, you feel that he smiles as he answers you “See you later my doll, I’ll be back soon.”

He washes your clothes by hand to remove all traces of blood, hangs them out. He then puts all the sheets to wash then puts some more, a clean duvet cover and tidies your room. He takes the remaining dishes and brings them to the kitchen sink.

He puts on his cape and goes down to the island, he thinks about what to buy you to please you. Of course, it starts with a bouquet of white roses. He looks for food but thinks the dishes will make you sick if they are difficult to digest. So he opts for chocolates, your vanilla drink and salad. He returns to the ship and puts everything on your desk. He takes off his cape and waits for you sitting on the chair. He knocks “Y/N ? Are you finished ?”, “N-No..” He scratches his head “Do you want help ?..” You stay silent for a few seconds then tell him he can come in. He hesitantly opens the door and finds you in the water, your head resting against the edge as you stare at the light. He crouches down “Are you okay ?”, you shake your head painfully. He places his hand on your forehead, asking “Did you have time to clean yourself up ? Or do I ?” You nod, he asks you again “Do I ?” You start to cry “I’m very.. hurt..” His shoulders sag, he asks you “Okay, okay angel, let me do it. Trust me." You nod, he wipes your tears and removes the glove from your hand. He puts it on and cleans you, massaging your stomach with his other hand as he goes. What relief he gives you, with his hands. He smiles at you, making you giggle at the color of the water. He stops, asks you “Did you wash your hair too ?” You answer no, he washes and rinses your hair then ties it. He gives you the choice: he rinses you or you do it and he leaves to let you do it. You shrug your shoulders, he smiles “No honey, you have to make a choice.” You answer him “I-I will.. do it..". “Ok my love, I’ll wait for you outside.” You nod, he comes out, you drain the water and rinse. You put the towel around your hair then another around your body. You realize that he has prepared your panties and even your pad.

You are satisfied, you dry off, put it on and then a dress. You go out, he makes you sit on your bed, you thank him for changing the sheets. He smiles at you “You’re welcome, my star.” He detangles your hair very gently. He dries your hair and braids it several times to keep it wet. He sits next to you and puts your legs on top of his then makes you eat what Lucky prepared. He makes you laugh, while he picks at your plate at the same time. You hold your stomach from laughing while he thinks it's because the pain has started again. He apologizes miserably, you shake your head, explaining to him. He pinches your cheek then makes you drink the vanilla milk and hands you the chocolates. You thank him, he gets up and picks up the dishes. He goes out and comes back with a vase which he fills with water and offers you the roses. You smile at him, when you take them, he is a little anxious. Regretting handing them to you directly. “B-Be careful.. with the thorns.. baby.” You nod your head, he says “Show me your hands. Let me see." You comply, he inspects them, no you are not injured. He kisses you on the forehead then gently takes them from your hands to put them in the vase on your bedside. You thank him with difficulty “They.. are.. very.. pretty.. Thank you.. very much..” He holds your chin “Not as much as you.. Is it better otherwise ?” You shake your head, his mood is directly affected. He seems to be thinking when Hongo and Benn burst open the door.

“Captain !!! Come !!! Come !!! Oh hi, pretty !!! Cap !!! Come !!!" You look at them, worried, about to ask them what's going on but Shanks leaves with them, after telling you he's coming back. Your room suddenly feels cold and empty. You get up and go to brush your teeth but the fact of bending down to rinse makes your stomach bend. You try to breathe, as Hongo advised you. You wipe your face and go out to go through your drawer and put on some socks. Big mistake, it makes the pain worse and you feel dizzy. You sit down, leaning on your side in front of your wardrobe, folded in half. You put your head in your arms, you didn't even hear your Captain come in. He places his hand on your back, gently, between your shoulder blades. He kisses you on the cheek and invites you to go to his room. You cry, wanting to answer him, you feel the blood flowing into your towel. He shakes his head “Nooooo sweetie, don’t cry !!! Do not cry !!!" You sigh, telling him you're going to dirty his bed. He takes your hands in his, making you relax your legs. “Nooo, who cares sweetheart. Come." He puts your socks on, bends down and carries you in his arms to his quarters. He makes you sit in his chair then protects his bed, plastic, paper, towel etc. You watch him do it, he makes you lie down and covers you. You smell his scent in his sheets, focused, watching him leave the room again. He returns with the vase, which he places on his bedside. He puts down a cup of tea, the heating bags he collected, your medicine. He goes to see Hongo one last time who explains to him, at the same time giving him some oil. Shanks nods, as he is educated on the subject. “The uterus contracts to reject dead cells so her whole lower body must be hurting, her stomach. The back, the legs, the thighs, I don’t tell you.”

Your Captain nods, takes some water and returns to his room, turns on the heating. He asks you “Just a little patience, my moon, I’m going to shower and I’ll come back, okay ? Will you let me massage you ?” You nod, he smiles and places the heat packs around your thighs, on your stomach and under your back. He makes you drink the tea slowly, undoing the braids so your hair keeps its shape. He covers you and kisses you on the forehead then goes to eat. He walks in again, winking at you as you watch from afar as he takes off his shirt and belt, on his way to his bathroom. He closes the door, undresses, showers, brushes his teeth and gets dressed. You're still awake, holding your stomach. He pulls back the blanket slightly “I’m here my princess. How are you ? Are you still in pain ?” You nod your head, he asks you “I’m going to massage you, treasure, will you let me ?” You accept, he turns you onto your stomach very gently, moves your hair from your back and pulls up your dress. He puts his blanket on your butt, so as not to bother you. He warms the oil in his hands and massages your lower back especially. He often asks you if he is doing well and if he makes you feel better. You thank him several times, he smiles. He asks your permission again and massages your thighs after lowering his blanket. He massages your legs up to your calves, he is very gentle as he runs his hands over your thighs. He pulls your dress down and covers you properly. He places his pillows well so that you are comfortable, kisses you on the cheek and takes the pockets to warm them again and give them to you. He kept you on your stomach, waiting and when he returned, he gently moved you onto your back to place them on you.

He lies down next to you, tucking under the blanket. He caresses your face, looking at you intently. “But baby, you suffer like this every month ??!”, you nod. “But.. And you didn’t tell me ??!”, you lower your head, he apologizes but you interrupt him “I.. didn’t want.. to disturb you..” He gets up slightly , hovering above you. “Don’t think that way. I am your Captain, I HAVE to know that. Okay my goddess ?!” You nod, he caresses your face, keeps his fingers in your hair, kisses you on the cheek. Then you manage to fall asleep, he holds you against him. About an hour passes, he also ends up falling asleep. You are awakened by the pain, in tears, you release yourself from its grip. You literally step over his bed and then crawl into the hallway. You hold your stomach and since you don't know what time you took the pill, or what time it is, you can't swallow anything, for fear of overdosing. You suffocate from crying and when you almost reach the deck, you moan in pain. Benn, who was watching over the nest, hears you and comes down. “Y/N ? What's the matter ?? Am I taking you to the hospital ??”, you shake your head, biting your lip to keep from screaming. He puts your arm behind his shoulder and lifts you off the floor, into the kitchen. He makes you lie down on the couch and boils water. He wakes up the ship's doctor, who tells him to notify the Captain. Hongo rinses his face and walks to the kitchen when he frowns.

There’s no one there, he shouts to Benn from afar “Isn’t she in the kitchen ? Where is she ??!" Shanks wakes up suddenly when his right-hand man tells him you're sick. He touches his bed with his hand, now cold. “Is she not here anymore ??” He rubs his eyes and walks out of his room with his right arm. You walked to the railing, looking at the sea as if you wanted to jump into it. When you hear the doctor's voice, you don't react. Shanks speaks to you from afar, the time to reach you. “Y/N !!! You're going to catch a cold !!! Come come !!" You shake your head, holding your stomach. He wipes your tears, carries you to the infirmary. Followed by Hongo as Benn returns to the nest to continue his surveillance. Shanks covers you and holds your stomach and your hand to take over. Hongo asks Shanks, what time did you take the last medicine. Given his response, the doctor makes you drink the next one. Your Captain carries you in his arms to his toilet, he pulls down your panties. Your pad is full, you're dead of shame. He asks you for permission and goes to get another one to change it for you. You pee, holding your stomach, cleaning yourself then he pulls up your panties and pulls down your dress. You wash your hands, still in tears, he rinses your face and wipes you then carries you back to his bed, you want to stay seated. You start crying again, he is distraught, he crouches down, holding your hands. After several minutes of persuasion, you agree to at least lie down on your back. He covers you warmly.

He goes out, goes to get a drink, reassuring his right arm who asks him for news. He comes back, closes the door to his room gently. He turns on his night light but keeps his shutters open, allowing you to see the moon. He explains to you what he is going to do and asks you for permission. You let him do it, you have no other alternative to stop the pain. He removes the blanket, puts your hands on the pillow, on both sides of your head.

He pulls your dress up to the bottom of your breasts. He places his hands on your waist, his fingers tracing your skin then he kisses the flesh of your stomach. The shivers running down your spine and the contact of his lips on your skin send electric shocks through you. He is so skilled that your pain seems much more bearable now. But every time he looks up to look at you and therefore stops, the pain starts again, with no escape for you who starts crying again. But you shake your head, trying to convince him that it will pass. He spreads your thighs, placing them on either side of his hips and slides one arm under your back, while the other guides your hands behind his neck. “Shhhh, I’m going to distract you sweetheart, breathe, don’t panic..” He kisses your neck, careful not to press on you. “Are you okay like that ? Don't I hurt you ? Can you breathe ?” You nod, to make you smile, he compliments you. “You smell good..”, “T-Thank you..”, “You’re welcome princess.” He kisses your jaw, along your neck, the crook of your shoulder. He gently holds one of your hands behind his shoulder. “You have soft skin, darling.” You thank him, your voice shaky with tears. He continues without respite then changes sides, sometimes blowing on the wet trail he leaves with his tongue. Making you grab onto his shoulders, you apologize. “Nooooo doll, go ahead. Hold me as much as you want. Hold tight.” He adds, laughing “Otherwise, I’ll bite you !” You smile, asking him “Is that already what you do..”, “Mhhh and does it work, angel ?”

You nod, he smiles and skillfully continues his task, as you release your hands, he rises just enough to take them and make you hold his back, under his own arms. He kisses your forehead a few times and kisses your neck again. It’s been more than an hour since he devoted himself to relieving you. You tell him, in a low voice, numbed by sadness “It’s.. g-good.. it’s okay.. T-Thank you.” He gets up, kisses you all over your face, lies down on his back and pulls you against him to sleep. He holds your thighs with his arm and the other arm caresses your back to help you sleep. He falls asleep before you but you quickly join him. He wakes up before you, the next day, he holds you in his arms for several minutes before deciding to wake up. He covers you, goes to shower and get dressed then goes to see his crew. He’s the one who wakes you up, helps you get up, takes you clean clothes to his bathroom. You wash, brush your teeth, dress and do your hair. You come out of his bathroom, he waits for you sitting on his bed that he has redone. He makes you sit on his thigh and drink your pill. You don't want to eat, so the crew comes and sits with you, to take your mind off things. You listen to them but you still hold your stomach, with the heated bag he brought you. Exhausted, you lay your head on your Captain's lap as he strokes your hair to help you fall asleep.

!!!!! Part 2 is coming soon !!!!!

Enjoy - Do not copy or repost anywhere. Republish of course if you like it. I made edits on Tiktok too if you want to check 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#red haired shanks #shanks #shanks x y/n #akagami no shanks x reader #shanks x reader #shanks x gn reader #one piece film red

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enha-hype · 11 months

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maeumi & me - ch 21 : something love

a/n : this chapter alternates between written parts and tweets/texts so be sure to read them in order!

w.c. : around 1.5k

Even though Jungwon brushed off Jake's concerns, the truth is that the pain is starting to really bother him now. But he doesn't want to trouble anyone and besides, it isn't so bad that it's unbearable, so he decides to just put up with it until the morning when he could go buy himself some pain relievers. The late nights and work stress must be getting to him. He presses his fingers to his temples, massaging himself, which helps a little. He puts on some light music and leans back against the couch, closing his eyes and hoping to maybe fall asleep, but to no avail. It's partly because of the pain and partly because his mind is still buzzing with the image of you from earlier in the evening – the way your eyes lit up upon seeing him, your wide grin that made his heart skip a beat, the way you complained that you had missed him in an almost accusatory tone like you somehow knew he'd been avoiding you on purpose...

His thoughts are interrupted by Maeumi licking his ankle. Smiling, he bends down to scratch his ears. “Oh hi Maeumi, what's this you've got here?”

You don't know why, but you find it hard to not smile every time your phone pings with a text message from Jungwon. Especially since they've been a rare occurrence these past few days.

Won : Why is Maeumi suddenly so determined on bringing me every sock he can find?

You chuckle, thinking about all the times Maeumi's done that with you as well, ever so diligently. And then you remember why he does it and frown.

You : He used to do it with me whenever I was sick or upset about something.... Are you okay, Won?

Won : Ahhh

A couple of minutes pass and there's no other reply.

You : Won???

Won : Hi sorry. Um, would you believe me if I told you that I'm completely fine and he just started doing it out of nowhere?

Nonetheless, that is so freaking sweet 😩 I feel all warm knowing he cares about me enough to want me to feel better (even though I'm fine, really). I thought I was just some dude he liked hanging out with but he's truly accepted me 🥹

You : 1) Nope I don't believe you one bit

2) I think he accepted you long back when he marked his territory by peeing on your carpet

He chuckles, absentmindedly massaging his throbbing forehead. The light from the phone screen makes it worse but he wants to talk to you.

Won : Damn Y/n, you didn't even hesitate 💀 So it's his bark word over mine huh? 😔

And lmao yayy me

You : In certain matters I trust Maeumi more and it's not surprising as to why – you were lying, weren't you?

Won : Okay yeah but it's just a little headache so I was practically right

Ugh, how did it not strike you earlier? You were so happy to see him that you didn't even pause to question why he was home on a weekday. Or how tired he had looked.

You : Is it bad? Did you try taking any painkillers?

Won : Nahh, it's nothing really. And no, I ran out of Ibuprofen like a month ago and forgot to restock lol. But it's fine like I said, I can hardly feel it.

You : You want me to believe that you took a day off over nothing? Really Won?? Fine have you had your dinner at least?

Won : Umm I'm not really hungry rn

You : It's pretty late, you should still eat something

Won : I'll feel nauseous if I eat

You : Alright that's it

When you didn't say anything else after that last message, Jungwon just assumed you had gotten tired of trying to be helpful while he dismissed all your questions, and had gone on to do other work that was actually important. The last thing he expected was for you to show up at his door.

And yet here you are, less than 10 minutes later. Jungwon stands in the doorway gaping at you. You wait for a while, and when it doesn't seem like he's going to unfreeze anytime soon you decide to just let yourself in.

It's impossible not to smile when you hear the tap tap tap of Maeumi's paws hitting the floor as he comes running to greet you, wagging his fluffy little tail excitedly. “Hi babieee!” You crouch down to pet him and let him lick you to his heart's content, because God knows he's not gonna calm down until you give him the attention he needs.

You sneak a glance at Jungwon and gosh, there's that confused bunny face again. It's so insanely cute you want to walk over to him and squish his cheeks. Your cheeks turn red at the thought, and you immediately brush it away. Straightening up, you head to the kitchen. You fill a glass with water and walk back to Jungwon, handing it to him along with the Ibuprofen you'd brought with you.

“I've ordered Jjajangmyeon for the both of us, it'll be here in ten,” you announce as you turn towards the kitchen again, with both Jungwon and Maeumi trailing behind this time.

“Wha– what are you doing?”

You fill the kettle with water halfway through. “Making chamomile tea. It helps with headaches,”

“You came all the way here at 10.30 pm for this when you have an assignment due tomorrow???” His eyes are wide with incredulity.

Seriously? He's not well and your stupid assignment is what he's worried about? “The assignment can wait. You clearly don't know how to take care of yourself because at this rate you'll only end up making the pain much worse,”

“I can take care of myself just fine! I am fine!!” he protests, trying to take the kettle from you.

“Sure, you look it Won. Those dark circles and your ghastly pale complexion are truly the epitome of pink health,” you retort and he sulks. You have to resist the urge to smile because God, why is he so adorable? “Now come here,” you grab him by his arm and drag him back to the living room. The contact makes his skin tingle, and he tries not to give it too much thought. “No moving from here until I say so,” you sit him down on the couch and head back to get the tea ready, ignoring his whines of protest.

After dinner, he assures you that he’s feeling better already. He tells you he’ll be fine if you leave, and he's so convincing you almost believe him. That is, until he goes to fetch your bag and stumbles and almost falls flat on his face. Needless to say there was no getting you to leave after that. Jungwon wasn't too happy about it but he sure wasn't upset either.

Fortunately, you had brought your laptop with you, predicting that you might end up staying over. You look at the time – it's just a little over 11, which is not too late, at least not by your standards. If you stay up for an hour or two, you should be able to finish the assignment. You honestly don't mind - you're just happy you were able to help Jungwon in some way. And selfishly, you kind of like that you get to spend time with him at least this way, especially after not seeing him for so long. Well, it felt long anyway.

* * *

“No offense, but I’m really more of a coffee person,” Jungwon says, scrutinizing the beverage in the cup he’s holding.

You sit on the opposite end of the table, your gaze stern. “I don’t care. You’re drinking it.”

He sighs and takes a tentative sip. Scrunches up his face. “Nope, definitely not my cup of tea,” he confirms, and then laughs at his own unintended pun.

You have to suppress a laugh of your own but don't let it show. “Plug your nose if you have to. Finish it.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re no fun,” he mumbles but does as he’s told.

* * *

After a lot of fussing and arguing, Jungwon finally concedes to letting you sleep on the couch. There's no way you would have him sleep anywhere but on his own bed, where he would be most comfortable, especially when he's not feeling his best. Besides, you remind him, you need to stay up late to finish your work, and the couch would be more practical. He starts apologising again for inconveniencing you, and you threaten to make him drink more chamomile tea which effectively shuts him up.

So it's no wonder that when he's all settled in bed and turned off the lights, he's a little surprised to see your silhouette walk in. He watches curiously as you pull up a chair next to his bed and take a seat.

“Where exactly does it hurt?” you ask.

He frowns, touching his forehead. “What are you– holy crap that feels good...”

You chuckle, relieved that he can't see or feel the way you hands are slightly trembling from nervousness. The side of your palm brushes against his warm forehead as you gently press the ice pack onto it – you had brought that along with the tea packet and the pills. You hadn't thought much of it before, but now that you're actually here doing it, it suddenly feels so intimate. But weirdly, it feels natural too. You brush some of his hair out of the way so you can cover all the spots - temple, forehead, temple. You alternate between the three, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you.

“I can do it myself you know,” he says quietly.

“I know. I also know that it feels better when someone else does it for you.” You're glad you waited until he turned the lights off to do this, because you get the feeling you would've been a blushing mess otherwise.

Jungwon is glad too, not just because the darkness helps alleviate the pain, but also because for some reason his eyes have gotten a little misty now, and he's glad you can't see it.

“Thank you,” he sighs, his pain and consciousness drifting away soon after.

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itsjustagoober · 11 months

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So, now that I finally have enough energy to focus to do this, I'm gonna tell y'all why I suddenly disappeared yesterday afternoon and didn't come back until about now.

Also, gonna put it under a break in case some of you all find this a little TMI. Better safe than sorry, right? Love y'all, too.

So, yesterday morning, I woke up not feeling too great. Nothing new so I didn't pay it much heed. It was the kind of not great where I didn't have an appetite, though, so I then forgot to eat and drink all day.

By the time it hit the afternoon, I was dizzy and nauseous. I couldn't stand or move too much without feeling awful and I couldn't keep anything but liquids down. I had chills and it hurt to go to the bathroom.

After my mom got home, she took me to Urgent Aid and they took me right back once they saw how bad I was and how my vitals were reading. I had a fever of 103°F, my heart rate was 170 and trying to go to the bathroom felt like trying to pass a small knife while peeing.

I was in Urgent Aid from about 6pm until 3am (CST). During that time, I:

-had my blood drawn for testing

-had to give a urine sample

-was given two bag of saline solution to rehydrate me, along with cup of water

-given graham crackers when I was allowed to eat again

-tried to force myself to stay still to calm down and lower my heart rate

After all was said and done, it seems I had another bad UTI and it compounded with the fever and raised heart rate. Doctor told me to take it easy for the next couple days, take my antibiotics and ibuprofen and to try and cut out caffeine from my life. He was mostly shocked about how my resting heart rate was still 120, when the average is supposed to be somewhere between 80-100.

So, yeah. I'm okay and home right now, just taking it very, very easy right now. The antibiotics seem to be working and the ibuprofen definitely is, so I might be a little more up to doing in the next couple days. This is the first time, in a long time, that I've had to stay at a hospital for myself like that. Hopefully, I don't have to go back anytime soon, for that reason.

But yeh, that's where I'm at right now. Hope you all have a good rest of your week and I'll be sort of floating around here maybe lol. Just as long as I keep my heart rate down.

#the goober speaks #irl stuff #ooorgh #i love y'all so much

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skyloftian-nutcase · 5 months

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Braces anon here, was asking because I just got mine adjusted and it hurts so bad, like all I’ve been able to eat for the entire day is half of one of these meal replacement shakes that taste like medicine. I just really want to know if you had any ways to get them to stop hurting after a adjustment because the ibuprofen they told me to take isn’t working

I wish I knew, hon, but I remember suffering the same whenever mine were adjusted and I just kind of had to bear it :-/ Maybe drinking some super cold ice water to numb it? Or drink super hot tea to soothe it? I’m not sure which temp would work better. Or maybe a different painkiller. There were some nights I couldn’t eat either, braces are just awful.

Anyone else have any suggestions?

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #I’m sorry sweetheart #Braces freaking suck

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hollandorks · 1 year

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Hey Shelby! :)

I'm currenty looking for battinson fic recs too. I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed today and really need a distraction cause i'm in so much pain right now :(

Hope you're doing well :)

hi anon! First off, oof, good luck with your widsom teeth! I had mine done in October ish so I'll put some unsolicited advice under a cut (in case you want to skip it lol)

some of my faaaavorite fics (and I'm sure I'll forget some):

@neutron-stars-collision 's Waiting for the Night is set just before and during the events of the film and I love it--it's ongoing but very close to completion and has the best angst/ idiots to lovers plot

@punchdrunkdoc has a brilliant slow burn with an OC that I adore (I know a lot of people prefer reader insert but trust me, this fic is amazing!) Just Breathe is definitely a permanent favorite

@whats-rambled-rambled has a mini series that I still reread because it's so beautiful, it starts with the one called the way down! (which btw is a song I became obsessed with because of this fic, and I still listen to it on the regular)

@devilfic has an ongoing series I'm obsessed with called right place, right time

@zipperzoo my bestie has an ongoing series (on hiatus but still worth checking out!) called fight to make it up and honestly it's hilarious and fun and the right amount of angst

Again I'm sure I've left people out, so feel free to use this as a rec post too and comment your fic or your faves! These are just the ones off the top of my head

now for unsolicited wisdom teeth advice!

for me, it just...sucked for a while. However! Icing it every 20-30 minutes for the first day or two definitely helped with the pain. I also slept propped up because laying on my side or all the way flat made my whole head hurt for some reason

make sure to take breaks icing it! Also, don't ice it past day 2.

Take your medications! I only used the hardcore pain meds for maybe day 1 and 2 and then switched to only taking it at night but taking a shit ton of ibuprofen during the day--that's just personal preference though because the pain meds made me feel too drowsy (100% listen to the surgeon's advice on this though!)

do not use a fucking straw for at least a week. DO NOT USE A STRAW. I'm sure they told you this but seriously....don't do it. Even when you start to feel better in a few days don't do it, give your mouth time to heal over! Listen to the instructions on this for sure!! I'm a bit anal with this stuff so I actually avoided a straw for a month lmao but whatever timeline they give you, stick to that, minimum

Don't forget to brush your teeth. It will hurt the first few days but you have to keep your mouth clean!

And last but not least unless I randomly remember something: hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. You won't be eating much for a few days so water is your new best friend to stay alive. Also it'll help with healing. Get a big ass cup and refill it often, trust me on this

#asks #anon #fic recs #battinson fic recs

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thatoneandlonelyemo2005 · 9 months

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just shhhhh let me tell ya something about Kid Blink and Sarah

they are besties yes, but in modern au they listen to punk/hard/emo music (which ever word you prefer)

It was a bad day for Blink. His classes were killing him and Mush was out sick. He went to get his lunch and it wasn't much, the school had crappy food anyways so he got his usual of cereal, a bag of plain chips, milk, yogurt, a bag of apple slices, and a fruit roll-up. All on a stupid little blue tray.

It usually got him full until after school but right now he was heavily missing the food Mush would bring him. Blink wanted to punch the stupid sickness that took Mush away from him today.

Walking along the path to the big shady tree they all usually sat under Blink was actually gonna jump off a cliff. No one was there. He sighed hard and took out his phone seeing a few messages on the group chat saying a few of them had to stay in class a bit longer to finish a lab. The rest didn't reply given they didn't have lunch yet.

Blink threw his phone on the ground and just began to eat his cereal because for heaven for bid he starved himself today.

Looking around while eating he noticed Sarah coming towards him. He never really talked to Sarah, she mostly hung around Katherine but would once in awhile come to sit with them.

Sarah then took an earbuds out and said "Hey Blink," with a soft smile. She had black skinny jeans on with a belt tilted to the side and her shirt was one of her many band-tees.

Blink could only wave as he had food in his mouth.

"Have you've seen David?" She asked while fixing her bag on her shoulder.

"No, he's probably with cowboy in a bathroom stall." Blink scoffs at the thought.

"Damn him!" Sarah huffs and sits down next to him. "He said he needed some ibuprofen at lunch and he's not even here."

Blink opens the bag of apple slices and smriks, "Yeah well that's what you get when he's with cowboy."

Sarah rolled her eyes and took out her other earbud pausing her music. "You all alone today?"

Blink only sighs and offers one of the apple slices. Sarah takes it without a word and both were happy it wasn't an old pack of apples.

"Yeah Mush is out sick and everyone else is held up in their last class. Where's Kath?" Blink gave her the other half of the cereal seeing as she had nothing on her.

Sarah scooted back to lean on the tree taking the small box from him. "Oh she had to finish something in English."

"I guess it's just us today then huh?" He shot her a smile

She nodded with a grin as she began to eat.

They sat in a comfortable silence sharing the bag of cips and yogurt thanks to Blink accidentally grabbing two spoons. Blink even shared his desert of the fruit roll up.

With 10 minutes left, Sarah took out her phone and offered an ear bud to Blink.

"It helps me relax." She stated sensing that Blink could use something.

Blink sat next to her and she played a new track. It was definitely new and different. There were rough edges, sounds and feelings he didn't know that could come from a song.

He wanted more. So much more that he asked Sarah to send him that playlist. Sarah was more than happy to give him it.

Now he listens to it all the time, even on different albums from each band. When asked about it he'll get defensive only to be shocked that people were just really asking what he was listing to.

Thus started a friendship of emotions.

They share information on each band to one another

Sometimes Blink finds new bands Sarah never heard of

Sarah will invite Blink over to help with homework then after they finish they have their own concert usually getting told to turn it down

David has multiple videos of them dancing/singing. Sarah has made sure those won't get out

Mush and David now question these two

On days where no one is there Blink will find Sarah (or vise versea) and they share the lunch and listen to music

They have small debates on what song/album/band is better

Usually ends up in a small pillow fight

They were lucky to see five of their favorite bands in concerts

Also they talk out their issues to one another

Blink cried one time listing to a song making Sarah do the same because why did it hit so hard

They go on little hot topic dates <3 with Starbucks

Also they totally didn't start thinking of starting a band

#sorry if my writing is bad #i was struggling for no reason #also this is a lot of slef projecting #lowkey want s friend like this #alsk didn't want to make it to stereo typical incase somone said something #so uhhh they just vibe #i would like to think they got spot on this too #also rip the Jacobs household #newsies #92sies #1992 newsies #1992sies #kid blink newsies #kid blink #sarah newsies #sarah jacobs #newsies 1992

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