#serpentwithatardis

[astermath]

hiya! i’m a really big fan of your stranger things work and I was wondering, if youre comfortable of course, a steve x reader period imagine where reader tried to hide their period from Steve, but he finds out and is super fluffy and sweet about it? thank you!

HAHAH wow i have let this ask stew in my inbox since last year thats CRAZY im so sorry my dear,, i was going through old asks and i rlly like this prompt actually so here u go, i hope u enjoy!!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, obv mentions of periods / menstruation, reader is referred to as female, steve being dense at first lol, regular sized font below!

wc: 1.4K

notes: while the reader in this fic is female, i am well aware not everyone who has a period is a girl, and not everyone who's a girl has a period!

Steve is one attentive boyfriend.

It’s the early stages of your relationship, the golden era, the honeymoon phase. And while you’re a still a bit nervous about it all, you couldn’t be happier, because he does it all right.

He knows your favourite snacks, what music you like, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He’s starting to figure out your ins and outs, and it’s almost crazy how quickly he’s catching on. You have no reason to feel judged by him at any point, he truly is comfort poured into the shape of a person.

So then why are you staring at your phone right now, struggling to dial his number and just tell him why you can’t make it to your date?

It’s not usually this bad, at least it hadn’t been for a while, so why now, of all moments, must you be forsaken to be terrorised by your period?

You bite your lip, laying flat onto your bed, hand over your lower stomach. It's right where the pain is just gnawing at you, just like the guilt is. But you know you’d feel even guiltier if you just stood him up, he doesn’t deserve that. You sit up, a tad slowly to save yourself from another cramp, and swallow your nerves for now.

“I’ll just… Tell him I’m sick. Yeah… Yeah I can do that.” You think to yourself.

The combination of his number had started to feel natural to your fingers now, unlike how anxiously you pressed the buttons the first time, triple checking before finally pressing call. You're triple checking again now, more so because you're not sure you can handle hearing the defeat in his voice when you tell him you can't make it.

The phone barely gets a moment to ring before he picks it up, and his all too familiar sweet voice comes through the device.

"Hey babe, everything okay over there?"

You pause a moment before replying. "How did you know it was me calling?"

"Lover's intuition." He chuckles, and it makes your heart flutter. It's not fair how easy it is for him to do that to you, but you enjoy it nonetheless. "So, what's going on?"

"I, uh..." God, getting the words out is like pulling teeth. But you'd rather die than let him think you just got cold feet about your movie date. "I'm really not feeling too well right now, Steve... I'm-- I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to cancel for tonight." Your eyes are welling up with tears before he even gets a chance to reply, just imagining his pretty face losing its bright expression when hearing your unfortunate news.

"Oh," damnit, he does sound sad, "that's okay, uhm... Is there anything I can do? What kinda sick is it?"

Shit, he's gonna make you say it, isn't he? You know Steve is a mature guy, he knows about periods, knows how they work, but you've been told to suck it up and get on with it before... A part of you is still disappointed that you just can't.

"U-Uhm... It's more like, a stomach thing, I guess?" It's the best way you can put it for now, hoping it'll put his worries to rest.

"Okay, I see..." You can nearly hear him thinking, the subtle noise of bags being moved and a fridge being opened coming through the phone. "Uh, how aboouuut... I come over to yours, and we just watch a movie at home? I still got a couple of tapes we haven't gotten to, and I can bring some light snacks that won't upset your stomach too much."

The thought of Steve caring for you while you're sick sends a warm feeling through your entire body. God, how does he just keep getting better? But you can't lie to him, right? It's not like you're really sick, unless you count the curse of menstruation as a symptom.

Before you get a chance to explain, he's talking again, and by the ruckus in the background you can only guess he's rushing to grab all his stuff. "I'll be heading out in a bit, I'll stop by the corner store too, stay put for me alright? See ya in a bit!"

You're sure he didn't realize he wasn't letting you talk, but frankly, you probably couldn't even come up with a response on time anyways. Right now, you just have to worry about looking somewhat presentable, and maybe figure out a way to tell him you're not actually sick.

By the time you've brushed your hair and brushed some mascara onto your lashes, you're already hearing the doorbell. You just manage to pull a fresh shirt over your head, before stumbling down the stairs and stopping in front of the door. With a deep, loaded, sigh you open it, to reveal your boyfriend.

Hair messed up, plastic bag in hand, jacket haphazardly thrown on. He clearly rushed to be here, still panting a little, but in your eyes, he's the image of your guardian angel, your saviour in need.

Before either of you know it, you're crying again, your freshly applied mascara now leaving thin black streaks over your cheeks. Your hands go up to cover your face, embarrassed, not even sure why you're sobbing all of a sudden. The feelings just hit you like a freight train, rocking you before you even have a time to rationalize.

Steve's expression falters, the bag he had in hand dropping to the floor in an instant, stepping in closer so he can carefully wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. Not too tight, he doesn't want to startle you. He's a bit distraught; he's really only seen you cry at a sad movie scene before, so he's a bit unsure as to what's caught you to be so upset right now.

"I-I'm sorry..." you manage to mutter through your incoherent sobs and sniffs, effectively ruining the front of his shirt in the process.

"Hey, hey..." His big hands go up to your face, gently cupping your wettened cheeks as he looks into your teary eyes. Hell, the image of you is almost enough to make him break too. "What're you sorry for? You can't help it that you're sick, right?"

The reminder of your lie makes you want to break eye contact in shame, but it's hard to force yourself to lose sight of that soft, caring gaze of his.

"I," sniff, "I lied, I'm so sorry Steve, I-- I'm not sick, I just... I have..."

He watches you expectedly, not upset, just curious. You'd surely have your reasons if whatever caused you to cancel is making you this upset.

"I'm... I'm just on my period and it-- it hurts really bad, it's not even usually this bad, and I felt like I was overreacting and I feel so bad and--" Your ramble gets cut short by his chuckle, the same one that nearly caused you to melt over the phone earlier.

"W-Wha... Why are you laughing?" You're not sure if you should be happy or worried, you're already experiencing so much at once, it's hard to pick one emotion to feel.

"Nothing, it's just, well," he picks up the bag he dropped, opening it slightly to show the bars of chocolate, candy and your favorite chips inside. "I had a feeling."

The sight of it makes you snap out of your state of distress, and you can’t help but crack a smile through your tears. “Seriously? How?”

He shrugs, a sheepish smile adorning his face. “I told you, lover’s intuition.” He pulls you back to him and kisses your head. “There’s another bag in the car with chicken soup in case I was wrong.”

You both laugh, just hugging on your doorstep for a moment. You have to let it sink in, that maybe Steve just is that sweet and considerate of a guy.

“D’you wanna go inside, or does standing outside help with cramps?” He pulls back a little, and you fight the urge to poke him in the ribs for his sarcasm. You love it either way.

“Yeah, let’s go inside. We can watch When Harry Met Sally and I can cry my eyes out again. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[tmi-tv-show-news]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

THANK YOU

#responding after my bday but WHO CARES #serpentwithatardis

[sweetsfuckingpea]

YOU WILL BE OKKKKKKKKKK I AM HERE FOR YOUUUUU STAY STRONGGGGGGGGGGGG

i love you. i just feel like the attack took everything out of me and now im just like blah

#serpentwithatardis

[bxcketbarnes]

Routine Dinner Turned First Date

photo isn't mine

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery x Reader (College AU)

Words: 1500+

Author's Note: I saw this picture and immediately wanted to write something on it and my lovely friend, @bumblebet-20, gave me this fluffy idea. Enjoy xox

"Hey, cutie. You wanna meet up at that cute Italian restaurant that's just down the road from your apartment after you get done class? x"

You smiled at your text from Dacre who you've been friends with since elementary school. You make a quick glance towards the front of the classroom, double-checking to see if the professor was distracted before texting him back.

Dacre sat on his couch, rubbing his sweaty hands against his jeans as he read your text. A smile comes to his lips before running a quick hand through his hair.

"Hey, handsome. I would absolutely love too. Classes have been rough this week and the idea sounds wonderful. I get let out in ten minutes then I'm going to go home and drop shit off. I'll meet you there?"

You pressed send, biting your lip as it said he read it and the three bubbles at the bottom notified you he was typing.

The sandy-brunette types his message before quickly deleting it, dipping his head down at he gathers the courage to just ask if it could be a date. He's had a crush on you for ages and for a while he didn't think you felt the same way until the past year.

"Just do it, Dacre," he talks himself up while closing his eyes. "You're ninety percent sure she feels the same as you, so you shouldn't be nervous." He looks back down at his phone, typing the message for the last time and presses send before he has time to pussy out again.

"Would it be possible for it to be our first date?"

You let out the tiniest gasp, covering your mouth quickly and looks up towards your teacher to try and make it seem your paying attention. The professor's eyes glance towards you for a few seconds before looking away.

"Okay, class, that's all the time we have for today. Enjoy the weekend and please don't forget your paper on Wrongful Convictions is due Tuesday!"

You pack up your things and rush out of the classroom. As you're walking towards your apartment you realize you haven't texted Dacre back. "Shit," you mumbled to yourself and grabs your phone from your jacket pocket.

"I'd love that, Dacre. x"

You bring your bottom lip into his mouth, not being able to contain your smile and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Is this actually happening?

Dacre hears his phone vibrate against the coffee table as he slips his shoes on, getting ready to head towards the restaurant to get a table by the window. Something you've always loved sitting near when going to restaurants if it was possible.

He picks it up and read it almost five times, not actually believing his eyes. "She said yes. Holy shit, she said yes."

The phone buzzes in your hand, signaling that he'd replied back and you look down at the device.

"Really? Oh, wow, I was a bit worried you'd say no by how long you took."

You frowned a bit, kicking yourself slightly as you quickly responded to him.

"I'm sorry. I sort of made a noise and didn't want to get caught by the professor. Then the class was over and I got a quarter way to my house when I realized I didn't text back. I'm sorry! But, I'm at my place. I'm going to dress up a bit and I'll be there in 15!"

You set your phone down on your vanity, taking a deep breath before heading towards my closet to find a cute outfit. You pulled out your denim skirt along with a red off-the-shoulder top. You quickly put your put it on, adjusting the skirt a bit before applying a minimal amount of makeup. You slip on your black Toms and grab your purse on your way out the door.

It takes you almost ten minutes to walk to the restaurant, getting a bit nervous knowing it's gonna be an official date. You rub your clammy hands together as you stepped up to the door of the Italian place and opened it, heading inside.

Dacre sat at the table for almost fifteen minutes, looking out the window as he tried not to get too nervous. His blue eyes glance down at his phone, seeing a text from one of his friends. He grabs his phone and texts him back as you stepped up to the table, a huge smile on your lips.

"Hey," your voice snapped him out of his concentration and picked his head up.

His lips parted slightly, taking note at how beautiful you look. "H-Hey, you look… you look gorgeous," he mutters and stands up from his seat.

You giggle and feel your cheeks heat up a bit. Dacre wraps his arms around your shoulders in a quick hug before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You went to take a seat when he quickly pulled your chair out for you. "Thank you. You look mighty fine yourself," you tell him with a shy smile.

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You giggled at the story he was telling you as you twirled the pasta around your fork. The date's been going on for almost an hour and it has been amazing. It's not much different from the other dinners you've been on with him which is great.

"So, he literally throws a balled-up piece of paper at the teacher but misses and hits the girl he's been into for a year and a half," Dacre chuckles and you let out a laugh after chewing your food, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, no! What happened? Did he lose his chance with her?" You asked as you set your fork onto your empty plate, leaning back in the chair you're in.

"That's the thing! He's literally charming as fuck that he managed to get her to agree to a date with him," he shook his head and lets out a scoff. "If I were to do that to you, I doubt you'd go out with me afterward."

You shrug your shoulders, a playful smile on your lips. "I don't know, I might've. If we didn't know each other, I probably wouldn't consider it as much but I probably would've. You're cute," you confess to him and Dacre grins.

"Really? You think I'm cute?" He asked and you bite your lip softly, nodding your head.

"Of course I do. Have you seen yourself? You're like, a total babe," you mentioned and he reaches his hand out, gently grasping yours.

Dacre's eyes are set on your guys' hands and you look down as he slowly intertwined them together. "Well, you're also a total babe and what's special about you is your personality. You have such an amazing personality. It's the main reason why I fell so hard for you," he confessed to you and your heart pounds against your chest.

"Dacre… you're so adorable," you giggled and shook your head. "Your personality and sense of humor is the main reason I fell for you, too."

He grinned and looks like a kid on Christmas before the waiter brought over the bill. The sandy-brunette pulls out his wallet, handing the guy his card before the waiter walked away to process it.

"Do you wanna stay the night tonight?" You asked him and his blue eyes darts to you. "We could watch a movie? Play some games? Cuddle?"

Dacre holds up a finger as the waiter came back, giving him his card and receipt. He signs the piece of paper with his name before giving it back. The waiter bid you two a good night before walking away.

You and Dacre grab your things and head outside, not walking more than ten feet before he stops you. "I'd love to stay over tonight. It is a tradition, isn't it?" He grinned and you nodded your head. He strokes your cheek with his index finger, pushing some hair out of your face. "Can I kiss you?"

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look up at him through your lashes. Your heart's beating a million miles a minute as your hands found his waist, gripping his shirt a bit. "Y-Yeah, yeah you can," you whispered and he nodded slightly before dipping his head down.

His lips brushed against yours, your grip on his shirt tightening as he pressed his lips firmly against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, his hand moving to the back of your neck as his other moves to your hips.

A sigh leaves your nose, kissing him back as you tilted your head the other way while wrapping both your arms around his neck. The two of you get a little carried away and you realize you're in public still. You pull away from him, grinning like a fool and looked up at him.

"C'mon, Mr. Romantic, let's head back to my place."

"Alright, alright," Dacre grins down at you as you grab his hand and laces your fingers together as you begin to lead him back, both of your hearts fluttering wildly. You two look at each other as you walk side-by-side, his hand squeezing yours lightly and you smile widely while pressing your head against his arm.

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[rogue-barnes-16]

SOMETHING ELSE

Request: May I please have a Roger Taylor imagine where you have really bad anxiety and he doesn’t know but he comes to see you having a panic attack and helps you and lots of fluff???

Pairing: Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Genre: angsty fluff

Tags:

Requested by: @serpentwithatardis

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Warnings: anxiety attack, some language

A/N: it took me soo long to finish this, I'm really sorry, I'm falling behind due to the exams. Also, I hope you enjoy, and about the rest of the requests, they're coming <3

ROGER'S P. O. V.

Y/n wasn't exactly shy.

She wasn't exactly quiet.

She wasn't exactly distant.

Y/n was something else.

I didn't notice that something the first time Deaky had introduced her to the group as a potential second vocal and piano player. At that moment she was just a melodic voice and a pretty face.

She soon became a member of the band, though, and the more time she spent with us, the better I got to know her, and the clearer it was for me that she was something else.

However, and even though I really tried for a while, we never turned out to be close friends —mostly because she seemed to avoid spending time with me alone—. Maybe she didn't like me that much, maybe I had rubbed her the wrong side.

"That was amazing" I commented when Y/n finished singing her part for Bohemian Rhapsody. "really beautiful"

"Thanks, Roger" she gave me a small smile whilst taking off the headset to give it to Freddie, who was the next to sing. "Your falsetto was very impressive"

"Thank you" I replied, helping Freddie with the microphone. When I turned to look at Y/n again, I saw her putting on her jacket. "Where are you going?" I asked confused.

"Oh, I need some air" she answered, grabbing her cigarette pack, along with a lighter. "too many hours in the studio"

"wait," I walked to the bench to grab my jacket "I'll go with you, I could use some air" before I reached the bench, though, we heard the door shutting and when I turned around, Y/n was nowhere to be found. "I... What the-" I shot a glance at Freddie, who was already looking at me. "why does she always do that?"

"why do you care that much, darling?" Freddie teased with a knowing smile on his face. When I stayed shut instead of replying with a snarky comeback, he let out a chuckle. "she told you, Rog. She needs air, give her a break."

After Freddie's teasing, I realized I really liked Y/n in a way I hadn't liked any girl before. Her amazing self was enough to attract all my attention like a moth drawn to the light.

It was due to the amount of attention I paid to her every day, that I felt terribly disappointed with myself when I finally got to know what was that something else in Y/n.

It was after our first press conference. It was more intense than we expected, and, even though most of the questions were for Freddie, a surprising amount were for Y/n too, related to the fact that she was the only girl in the band.

"Y/n, some people say that John was your boyfriend and that's how you got in the band." I first looked at Deaky and then at Y/n. "is that true?"

"who said that?" she asked, quite confused.

Before the previous reporter could keep talking, another one took their place. "Y/n, it is said that you're not attracted to men, what do you have to say about it?"

"I thought we were here to talk about our music?" Deaky asked, noticing that Y/n was getting uncomfortable.

"are you romantically involved with Roger Taylor?"

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "is there any bloody questions related to our songs?" I growled at the microphone.

"Is it hard to be a girl surrounded by men?"

"are you the one choosing the band's outfits?"

Another deep breath. Y/n rested her forehead against the palm of her hand while her foot tapped fast against the floor.

"do you get jealous when your band mates are seen with groupies?"

"are you open about being with more than one of your band mates?"

"fuckin' hell" her breathy whispered was too quiet for it to reach the microphone in front of her, but it was enough for me to hear it. "fuck fuck fuck fuck-" her breaths turned short and shaky.

"Y/n" I called her name, trying not to seem worried when I saw her eyes shutting and her jaw clenching. "Y/n..." the moment I put a hand on her knees to stop her leg from bouncing, her eyes opened widely.

"Okay, seems to me like you're in the mood to waste your opportunity to interview us" Freddie stated, hitting the table before getting up. "c'mon darlings, let's go"

"Lead the way Freddie" Brian stated, getting up to follow Freddie out of the press conference room. Deaky did the same, and Y/n and I followed him closely, leaving behind us the reporters' protests. "I already hate this part of our job."

"it's only the first" Deaky reminded Brian. "what are you planning on doing when-" he stopped talking when Y/n jogged past us and got into the bathroom. "shit."

"is she Okay?" Brian asked as we stopped walking to stare at the bathroom she had gotten in. "should we wait or...?"

"I... Think we should give her space" Freddie stated, gesturing us to keep moving to the exit. When they realized I wasn't following them, they stopped off once more. "Rog-"

"no" I plainly stated, making my way to the bathroom.

"she needs space" Deaky warned me.

I scoffed.

Space. She needs space. She needs air. She needs to be alone. She needs a moment.

"she needs a bloody friend, John" I retorted, stalking to the toilets' door. "you can go, but I'm staying." before they could reply anything else, I entered the toilets, closing the door behind me. "Y/n?"

I heard her before I saw her, since they were huge toilets.

I heard her gasping for air a couple of times before I rushed towards the noises. "Y/n-" her forehead was resting against the tiles of the wall, her chest going quickly up and down "are you-"

Her legs gave out and she felt on her knees, pressing one of her hands against her chest with her eyes wide open. "I c- I can't... I can't b-breathe" she tried to take a deep breath and she ended up gasping once more. "I-I-I- I'm I ca-"

It suddenly hit me, she was having an anxiety attack.

As soon as I realized that, I kneeled besides her, pulling her forearms for her to face me. "Y/n you have to- try... Try to breath deeply" I tried sounding as calm as possible, not wanting to make it worse with the fact that I was freaking out.

"I c- can't I-I'm sorry I-" she tried to do as I told her but she ended up gasping harder. "My chest hurts! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"

She attempted to bend over and I made her sit up again, caressing her cheeks "Y/n, love, deep breaths okay? It's- it'll be over soon. Just- just take deep breaths" I moved closer to her, and, not knowing what else to do to calm her, I pulled to my chest.

"I can't-" she repeated, this time letting out a frustrated sob. "I'm sorry- I'm- I c- I'm sorry" she gripped the hems of my partially open shirt, attempting to hold onto something.

"You're gonna be okay" I whispered, rubbing circles on her back and trying to pull her even closer to me, something that was proven impossible when we only ended up almost lying on the floor. "it's just a moment, you'll be okay. Can you try to br-" she nudged her face against my chest and I couldn't feel her fresh tears on my bare skin, which made my heart break. "can you... Try to breathe deeply again?"

She nodded and I let one of my hands comb her hair. "o-okay... J-just... I-" she shifted slightly to rest only her forehead against my chest, before starting to take slow breaths.

I planted a kiss on the crown of her hair while she finally managed to slow down her breathing to an average rhythm. "see? You're okay" I whispered, letting her exhausted body rest over mine.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled, loosening the grip on my shirt. "I'm really sorry... It's been a while since I had one as strong as this one."

I stayed in silence, processing what she had just told me, before speaking. "you... You have... Anxiety?" She nodded against my chest, not daring to look at me. "why didn't you tell us."

"I... Deaky knows" she whispered, shifting her position when I moved us to rest against the cold wall. "but I asked not to tell you all." she sighed. "I thought I had it under control. I didn't want you to see me... D-different?"

I moved her to be able to face her. "different as if... Fragile" she nodded at my guess, shunning my gaze. "Y/n? Does... Do you avoid me because of this?"

"I don't avoid-"

"you do" I argued, rapidly regretting it when I saw her shying away from me. "I'm sorry- this- this isn't the moment to talk about it, I'm sorry" I apologized raising my hands in surrender. "I just- I... Fuck I shouldn't be saying this but I- I really like you"

"I-" she opened her mouth a couple of times before she spoke. "I know... Freddie told me" I opened my eyes widely, feeling my cheeks reddening. "Sorry"

"fuck... See?" I questioned passing both my hands over my face. "I shouldn't have said anything, I knew you were avoiding me. I'm sorry... Can we pretend this didn't happen?" I dared to look at her and I saw her with her lips parted and her eyes dug into my form, making me blush even harder because bloody hell, she was so beautiful.

"You're blushing"

"I know, can you not say it out loud?" I groaned, covering my face once more. "shit." I felt her hands tugging mine, moving then away from my face before her lips brushed against mines. "what..."

"I didn't want you to deal with... This" she said, letting go of my hands, only for me to hold hers. "that's why I... Was avoiding you. That's also why I didn't say anything. Also because I don't think I'm your type and you're-"

"my type?" she whispered a doubtful 'yes' while my hands moved to hold her hips, rubbing circles with my thumbs over them. "I've never liked a girl the way I like you, Y/n. I don't know what's my type, but you for sure are above all that shit" it was her time to blush. "If you want to try... I'm down for it."

She started to chew her lower lip and I leaded one of my thumbs to her lips, to stop her from doing that. "I mean... Even with the anxiety thing?"

"yeah"

"well then..." she inhaled deeply before nodding. "okay. We can try... Because I really want to."

A smile former on my lips and I leaned on, capturing her lips on another kiss. "thanks for giving me a chance" I whispered, looking at her eyes.

She smiled back and rested her forehead against my chest once again, this time feeling peaceful instead of distressed.

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[fics-for-my-heart]

Drunk (b.h)

Summary: Drunk sick and snuggles

Word Count: 1552

Warning: drinking, puking

Requested: @serpentwithatardis Hi! Since your writing is just sooooo amazing I was wondering if I could please request another Ben imagine, where you get drunk while out with friends and Ben takes care of you and then the next morning holds your hair back when you throw up and gives you lots of hugs when your head is pounding?? Thank you so much you are amazing!

A/N: This was a fun one to write. I hope you all enjoy! Also thank you for requesting and for enjoying my work ❤️❤️❤️ Working on Windows Part Two and then another idea I had, but requests are open!!

Masterlist in bio

The music was so loud your entire body was vibrating. Or was that because of the alcohol? You weren’t sure. You just knew you were having a great time. Good music, good friends. The only thing missing was your boyfriend, Ben. But the alcohol was a decent distraction. You knew your limit though, so when one of your friends suggested another round of shots you turned them down.

“I’m good, Mag. If I drink anymore I’ll be way to drunk.” You slurred a bit, but you still had your wits about you and could walk on your own.

Maggie though, was wasted and persistent. “Y/N. We are celebratingggg.” She waved a shot under your nose.

She was right. It was the end of your final finals week. You were officially complete with college and that was reason to celebrate. So, you took the shot. “Fine. But only this one more.” One more turned to two, then three, then you were just as drunk as everyone else.

After another hour you decided enough was enough. Your head was splitting and you were tired.

“Mag I’m going home.” You yelled over the music.

“Okay, let me know when you get there.” She kissed your cheek then turned to dance with the dude she’d met.

As you sat outside waiting for the cab that the bartender called for you, you felt suddenly lonely. You weren’t normally a sad drunk, but it seemed like tonight was the exception. When the cab driver asked your address, you gave him the only one your sad drunk brain could think of. Bens.

You and Ben had been friends for a while. He was the new kid senior year and everyone loved him. You spent most of your time studying in the library or doing extracurriculars, so your paths never crossed. When your date at prom stood you up, and you were crying on the bleachers, you were surprised when Ben offered you a hand. He gently wiped your tears with a napkin and spent the rest of the night dancing with you.

Ever since you’d been close. And right before he left to start filming Bohemian Rhapsody, on a drunken night, he confessed his love for you. That was almost two years ago and the two of you had been dating since. Right now though, you missed him, and even though he was still gone, you just needed to be near his smell.

After paying for your ride, you dug around your purse for your key to Ben’s. The discussion to move in was had frequently, but you knew that it would be harder to be alone in the house that you lived in together. Once you were inside you made a beeline to the kitchen for some water (only tripping twice over your own feet). The cool feeling of something other than alcohol was nice. But when you closed the fridge, you fell flat on your ass because of a figure standing behind the door.

“Holy shit. Holy shit!” You started crawling backwards.

“Y/N?” The figure said, flipping the light to reveal it to be Ben. “Hey, it’s me babe.” He crossed the floor to you dropping down to look at your face. “It’s me.”

You reached out and touched his face as a uncontrollable giggle creeped up your throat. “Ben.”

“Are you drunk?” He asked, a small smile playing at his lips.

You didn’t answer. The room was a bit shifty, but his green eyes were looking deep into yours, his was perfectly clear in your vision. You scanned his face. His hair was a bit longer, and his brow was still trying to fill in the shaved scar from his recent film. There was also a slight stubble on his chin. Tears started to slip from your eyes at the drunken realization that you had missed him so much and here he was.

Slowly you reached out again and touched his chin. The giggle intensifying. “You’re all stubbly.”

He stopped your hand, giving your fingers a kiss. “Alright. You’re definitely drunk. Come on let’s get you to bed, darling.” He helped you off the floor and that was the last thing you remembered.

—-

When you woke up, you ran to the bathroom. Very grossly and loudly emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Toes came in view beside you as hands gathered your hair out of your face. Before you could speak you were hunched over again. Tears started running down your face as your throat burned. Finally, after the fourth or fifth time you leaned back, this time crying from embarrassment. Ben didn’t say a word as he handed you some tissue and flushed the toilet. Then he handed you a cup of water, joining you on the floor with his hand on your leg.

“I’m sorry.” You hiccuped, voice scratchy. You gently laid your head on his shoulder.

Ben squeezed your leg. “You’re fine, love. Do you know how many times you’ve taken care of me when I’m drunk?”

You sniffled, using some tissue to wipe your nose, and nodded. “Quite a bit.”

“It’s about time I get a turn. Tell you what. I’ll run down the street and get some McDonald’s. You take a shower and I’ll bring you some clean clothes.”

You nodded. He kissed your head and helped you up.

“I’ll be back soon.” He said when he dropped off a hoodie and a pair of your pajama bottoms, giving you one more kiss on the head before leaving.

You brushed your teeth then took a long, hot shower. Slowly washing your hair and body, and enjoying the smell of Ben’s shampoo. By the time you were ready to get out the water was cold and you looked like a lobster. Aside from the pounding in your head though you didn’t feel nearly as bad.

Ben was waiting in his bed with a bag full of food and a still steaming cup of tea on your side.

“Feel better?”

“A little. My head is splitting though.” You crawled in beside him and went right for the food. “A McGriddle. Just what I need.” You sighed, the smell making your stomach loudly complain.

The two of you were silent as you ate, some Netflix show playing on his tv. After you finished your sandwich and a hashbrown you drank down your tea.

“I wasn’t expecting you too be home.” You confessed, making yourself comfortable under his arm.

He pressed a long kiss too your head. “I had actually just dropped my bags off at the door when I heard you in the kitchen. Traffic wasn’t nearly had badly as I thought it would be. Ya know, I was actually going to come see you in the morning. Surprise you with breakfast and flowers.”

You snuggled closer, needing to be as close as possible. “Sorry I ruined your plan.”

“Never.” He said quickly. “If anything you being here when I got home was a much better surprise. Even if you were a drunk mess. You’re my drunk mess. Ya know, I gotta ask though. Why did you choose to come here?”

You shrugged. “I missed you. Like. A lot. Wanted to wear your clothes and have your scent around me.”

His arm tightened around you as a hand came up to gently massage your pounding head. “Sorry I ruined your plan.” He echoed your words.

“Eh. I’ll be okay. I think having the actual source of the smell is better anyway.” You audibly sniffed him. “Yeah. That’s much better.”

“You’re a mess.” He laughed.

“But.” You said, holding a finger up too him. “I’m your mess.”

“Righto. And I love you so very much.”

You looked up, softly pressing a kiss to his lips. “I love you so very much too.”

The two of you stayed in bed all day. Ben made sure you took some medicine for your head and drank lots of tea and water. He rubbed your back and played with your hair, and just took care of you. That night, when your headache had finally subsided, your belly was full from dinner and the two of you were laying in bed, just looking at each other, you made a decision.

Your hand reached up and rubbed over his fake scar on his brow. “It’s growing in nicely.”

“I think I might shave it again, I feel kinda bad ass with it.” He gave a sneer that caused you to giggle.

“You’re too soft babe.” You leaned in and kissed him. “So, I have a question.”

“Good or bad?”

“Good. I hope. Um.” You dropped your hand and met his eyes. “Is that offer to move in still available?”

Ben’s face lit up and he pulled you closer. “Yes. Yes of course!” He kissed all over your face as you squirmed around giggling. “What made you change your mind?”

“Well, I realized that I’ll miss you either way. And when I was drunk, this was the only place I wanted to be. Even sober, here with you, is the only place I want to be.”

Ben smiled, rolling you over into your back while looking down at you. “We’ll start packing tomorrow. But tonight, I’m going to show you just how much I missed you.”

————

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“That” time of the month - Ben Hardy

requested by @serpentwithatardis

summary: may i please have an imagine where you have really bad cramps and mood swings from your period, and you try to hide it from Ben but he finds out and takes care of you and lots of fluff??

a/n: sorry this took so long!! i hope you like it!!

Your POV:

Of course the one time your boyfriend plans a night out with you, your period decides to make an appearance, and not a pleasant one. Most times, you would just put a tampon in and go out, but today, your cramps were at its worst, and you were not in the mood to be around anyone.

You stayed in bed all morning, hoping that a heating pad and medicine would make the cramps go away. The medicine just helped the headache you had, and the heater only made you uncomfortable and overheated.

Skipping breakfast and lunch because of the nauseous feeling in your stomach, you fell back asleep, curled in a fetal position. After a couple hours, you were woken up again, by your phone ringing loudly. You groaned and reached over to silence it, not in the mood to talk to whoever called. Your phone continued to buzz, over and over again, the headache you got rid of coming back and piercing your temples.

It seemed like the person called about ten times, and at that point you were beyond annoyed and aggravated, so you finally answered. And you weren’t very nice.

“What?” You spat to the person.

“Love, are you okay? I’ve been trying to call you all morning,” you boyfriend Ben asked worriedly on the other line.

“I’m fine. Just not feeling well so I slept in.”

“Oh. Are you still up for our date tonight? I’m going to pick you up at around five.” You checked the time and saw it three. You had two hours to get ready, and you still felt like crap.

“Yeah, I guess. I’ll be ready by then.” You immediately hung up, not wanting to talk to Ben anymore. You slowly shifted in bed to stand and go take a shower. You felt light headed as a result of not having eaten anything. Quickly grabbing some crackers and a 7-Up from the kitchen, you tried to gain some energy to walk back upstairs.

It was a struggle, seeing as you could barely stand because of the cramps, but you got through it and finally made it to the bathroom. Showering wasn’t any easier, so you eventually sat on the shower floor and washed yourself from there. After you finished, you were drying yourself when you suddenly felt a tingling in your body. You knew what was going to happen, so you leaned over the toilet and emptied the contents of your stomach, which was the crackers you just ate. You groaned at the feeling, your throat burning and the taste making you gag again.

This happens sometimes, so you weren’t surprised. Sometimes, your cramps got so bad, that you threw up, and most times felt like you were going to pass out. Those feelings usually only came when you were up and doing things, like you just were.

After rinsing your mouth and brushing your teeth, you got dressed and ready as quick and best as you could, not really caring how you looked at this point. You just wanted to wear sweats, but you knew you were going to some fancy restaurant. So instead, you wore a nice pair of jeans and a sweater; straightening your hair and putting minimal makeup on.

Once you were ready for Ben to pick you up, you laid back in bed, in the same fetal position you were in as before. Again, you fell asleep for the time being, only to be shaken awake at what seemed like five minutes later. You sighed and slowly opened your eyes to see Ben, kneeling next to your bed, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“You feeling better, love?” You nodded a little as you sat up, grabbing his hand in yours.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for being rude to you earlier on the phone. I hate being woken up,” you said lightheartedly. He smiled softly and shook his head.

“S’alright. You ready to leave?” You nodded and stood to put your shoes on. You were still feeling awful, but a few things were preventing you from staying home. One, you didn’t want to make Ben upset by blowing off a date that he planned out two weeks ago. Two, you were sick of being stuck inside your apartment alone. And three, you didn’t want to tell Ben you were on your period and had cramps. You’ve only been dating for about three months, and to you, it felt a little weird to talk to him about that.

“What was wrong?” He asked once you were ready to go. You shrugged.

“I guess the weather changes got to me. I had a headache and just felt nauseous. Probably just a head cold or something, it should pass in a couple days.” He nodded, seeming to buy it, and walked out to his car with you trailing behind.

You sat in the car as fast as you could after becoming a little dizzy, but Ben didn’t notice as he was walking around the car to the driver’s side. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back as he started the drive to the restaurant in the city.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You look so drained,” Ben asked as he reached over and grabbed your hand, stroking your knuckles softly.

“I’m fine, I told you. I just have a small head cold.” Your hormones were starting to get the best of you. You were trying to not sound like a bitch, but you couldn’t help it.

“We can reschedule for next week. I’m okay with-”

“Ben! I told you I’m fine!” You yelled a little too harshly, looking at him with a fire in your eyes. You saw him cower away a little, focusing back on driving, his hand leaving yours. You sat back in your seat and sighed softly.

“I’m so sorry, Ben. I’m so cranky from being woken up early from my mom calling me, paired with the head cold and just feeling awful. I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’ve been going crazy in my apartment for a few days, and everything just piled up,” sadness and regret flooded your body as tears were now making their way down your cheeks. You heard Ben sigh as the car stopped, and you just realized you were now at the restaurant.

“I just want you to feel okay. I don’t like seeing you hurt or in pain, or feeling like this. If you aren’t feeling well, I am more than okay with taking you home and spending time there.” You shook your head as your eyes darted down to his hand that was softly rubbing circles on your thigh.

“No. I want to eat, I haven’t had much to eat today. And I want to spend time with you, outside of my apartment. I’m so sick of being stuck there,” you said again, a quiet laugh passing your lips as you turned to him. A small grin formed on his lips as he saw the tiny hint of happiness on your face. You both got out of the car to head inside and sit.

“Two, for Hardy.” The man behind the counter nodded and grabbed a couple menus before guiding you to a booth. Once you two were sat with the menus in front of you, you flipped it open to see what sounded good.

“So, are you not going to be up for walking around the London Eye and going to shops after this?” Ben asked, setting his hand on the table, inviting you to hold it. You obliged and raised your arm to grasp his hand gently.

“No. I think if I eat, I should be fine.” He nodded sadly at you as you winced in pain as another cramp hit you.

“I hate to keep asking, but are you sure?” You nodded this time, not wanting him to worry anymore.

You two ordered after a few minutes of deciding, and made small talk while you waited.

“So have you watched Shane Dawson’s new conspiracy theory videos?” You asked him curiously. He shook his head and looked at you strangely.

“What is that?” You gasped jokingly, making him chuckle lightly.

“He made two videos, both over an hour and a half long, talking about different conspiracies. Like the California fires, deep fakes, Chuck E. Cheese recycling pizza, and a few other things. It’s so interesting.”

“I’ll have to watch it then.” Ben was interrupted by the waiter setting your dishes down in front of you.

You two enjoyed a nice dinner, your cramps subsiding for the time being. You were finally able to talk and eat without being in pain.

That lasted until you and Ben were walking around, when they came back. You two were about to walk into a candy store, when you suddenly felt really dizzy. You quickly sat down on the bench right next to the door and held your head in your hands. Ben was right there next to you, rubbing your back soothingly. Your stomach twisted with pain again, the cramps were back.

“You’re okay, darling.” Ben continued to whisper in your ear softly, trying to make you feel better. You brought your legs up to the bench and curled into Ben’s lap.

“I’m sorry, Ben. But can I go home?” You asked quietly, his hand circling your shoulder.

“Of course. I told you I don’t mind postposing today.” He slowly stood, helping you to your feet.

“Can you walk back to the car?” You nodded a little, hunched over slightly. Ben kept his arm around to, to both support you and comfort you. Thankfully, the shop where you were at was pretty close to Ben’s car, where it was parked in front of the restaurant. Once you were settled in the passenger seat, you immediately curled up and faced Ben, who was now sat in the driver’s seat.

“You’re alright, love. We’ll be back at your place soon.” He reached over to rub your leg, but you grabbed it and held it in your own. You fell asleep as soon as the car started moving, leaving Ben alone in silence, wondering what was wrong with you.

He arrived back at your apartment, not wanting to wake you, but knowing he has to. He softly shook your shoulder, whispering your name. You hummed quietly and slowly opened your eyes, noticing the car was parked.

“W-what?”

“We’re back at your place, darling.” You undid the seatbelt and got out, clinging onto Ben as he helped you inside, as you were still feeling horrible.

“Can you stay?” You whimpered out at you laid on the couch. He sat right next to you and put his arm around you, in the same position as you two were on the bench.

“If you’ll tell me what’s wrong with you? Because you curling up in a ball doesn’t look like you have a head cold.” You sighed softly at his question, deciding it was better to just tell him than to continue to lie to him.

“I’m on my period, and I have awful cramps. And, I’ve been crabby and bitchy because of my hormones,” you muttered, finally confessing your reason.

“That’s all? Why didn’t you tell me, babe?”

“It’s embarrassing! We’ve only been dating for three months, it felt weird to me to tell you about that.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, (Y/N). It’s a natural thing, you can’t help it. You should have told me, we didn’t have to go out tonight.”

“But you’ve had this date set for two weeks. I would’ve felt bad for canceling it just for having cramps. It would’ve made me seem weak.”

“You are! No offense or anything, but you don’t look like you feel good. I knew something was wrong all night, and I want to help you, love. So, why don’t I go out and get some ingredients for sundaes, then we can binge watch Shane Dawson’s videos you told me about.” You moved back from his shoulder to see his face and smiled softly at his offer.

“That’d be nice, Ben. Thank you, and again, I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting today.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, baby. I told you it’s fine, I just want you to be okay.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he stood and grabbed his keys.

“I’ll be back in a few, alright?” You nodded as he kissed your head, throwing a blanket over your exhausted body. You watched regular TV until Ben got back.

He walked through the door with two bags in his hands. One was filled with a few tubs of ice cream, the other filled with toppings, like marshmallows, whipped cream, walnuts, chocolate syrup, raspberry syrup, chocolate chips, you name it and he has it.

“Okay, let’s make some sundaes and watch some conspiracy theories.” He walked into the kitchen, prompting you to follow him. Of course, your abdomen twisted in pain, but it wasn’t as bad as it’s been all day.

So, you two stood together at the kitchen counter, filling your bowls with ice cream and lots of toppings. Once you were satisfied with your treat, you sat back on the couch, cuddling into Ben’s side as he covered you and him with the blanket.

You clicked the TV to Youtube and searched up the videos you were talking about. Clicking on the first episode, you settled in and dug in to your ice cream. Ben also had a heating pad warming up in the microwave, unbeknownst to you. So you were a little confused when he suddenly got up and walked back into the kitchen.

“Here, this should help,” he said, handing you the warm heating pad. You felt it and it wasn’t too hot or not hot enough, it was literally perfect.

“Thank you, babe.” You set the item on your abdomen and cuddled back into his chest. Ben would occasionally strike up a small conversation about a question or comment in the video.

“So, how were the fires started?” He asked, your sundaes now gone, but you were still in his arms.

“No one knows for sure. There are so many theories and different facts,” you said. You felt him nod a little and his arm wrap around your shoulder.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked once you resituated yourself while starting the second video.

“Yeah, a lot. Thank you for everything.” You were now resting your head in his lap, staring up at his green eyes. He stared down at you as well, running one hand through your hair, the other falling onto your back.

“Do you want me to rub your back?” He asked quietly. You nodded against his leg and turned to face the TV. You felt his hand travel down to the small of your back, right above your butt. He noticed you were clutching the area while making sundaes, so he knew to pay the most attention to that spot. His hand slipped under your shirt, your body shuddering at the warmth of his hand against your tense skin.

He applied slight pressure with his fingertips, causing a soft moan of pleasure to slip past your lips. You heard him giggle and look down at you.

“Feel good?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah. My muscles are so tense, and a heating pad can only do so much.”

“I’m glad to help, love. You don’t have to hide from me when you’re feeling this way, okay?” You hummed as a response and flipped around so you were facing his body. You didn’t care about the video anymore, you were so tired.

“Just wanna sleep, Ben. Can you please stay the night?” You looked up at him tiredly.

“Of course, baby. I’ll be here. Do you want to go up to your room, though?” Thinking for a second, and deciding that it was probably more comfortable, you stood up and made your way upstairs. Ben stayed behind to wash your bowls and turn the TV off, and finally walked upstairs, to find you passed out on your stomach. He smiled softly and stripped his shirt, leaving him in a pair of sweatpants. He moved your body slightly and slid under the cover, one hand resting on the same area as before, the other pulling your body into his.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

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Daughter of Mercury: 2

A/N: Second Part to Daughter of Mercury (There might be a third part or I might make this into a series!) 

I arrived back to the set to see them setting up to film the scene of Love Of My Life in the studio when I see Rami walk in and smile at me. I have to admit the people in charge of making sure the cast are identical to the actual person needs an award because they’re doing one bloody hell good job of it. One thing I dislike about this scene is the fact that the guy who plays Paul has to do what the actual Paul might’ve done to my dad and it bloody pisses me off that it happened to my dad while he was with Mary.

As they continued filming the scene, I had to excuse myself because I couldn’t bare the thought of witnessing what happened to my dad in that situation. I tried to do it discreetly but Rami noticed so after finishing the scene, he walked outside to see me sitting on a bench and sat next to me.

“I’m guessing that was uncomfortable for you,” Rami said as I looked at him

“It bloody pisses me off because that man almost ruined my father’s career along with his friendship with my uncles,” I responded

“There’s this event happening to promote the movie if you’d like to come,” said Rami as I continue looking at him

“I don’t know, I kinda don’t do well with events,” I responded

“Oh come on darling, you have to go. Father wants you to see how they promoting me,” said Rami in his Freddie voice, making me laugh

“Okay, you’re spot on with that except I don’t call him that, I called him papa,” I responded

“What do you call your family because I’m curious,” said Rami looking curious

“I called my grandfather, Poppa, my grandmother, Grammy, and my aunt, Aunt Kash,” I responded 

“Why don’t you let people know that you’re his only daughter and child?” asked Rami

I sighed and responded “The possibility of people bombarding me with questions is high if they were to find out. I know if I do, they’re going to ask questions I won’t know or are bloody stupid.”

“I’ll go to the event just for you guys and my uncles,” I said as I see a smile appear on Rami’s face

~Before The Event~

I took one more look in the mirror to check my appearance and fixed whatever needs to be fixed. I decided to sport a floral dress along with a denim jacket and tan boots.

After I fixed whatever needs to be fixed, I headed out to my car and drove to the event. I arrived to see a bunch of paparazzi showed up and muttered “Of course they had to show up.” As I walked to enter, I could hear the questions they were asking but one made my ears perk up, “Is it true that Freddie had a bastard child?” I tried to tune them out until I heard someone ask the person “What did you just say?” It sounded like my uncle Roger

“I just asked if he had a bastard child,” the person responded as I looked to see Brian and Roger with an angry look on their faces

“Uh oh,” I thought to myself as I continued my way in

“Excuse me, if Freddie were to have a child, it wouldn’t be a bastard like you,” I hear Brian say before he and Roger walked away

~Inside The Event~

“Okay, I think you two are going to end up on lots of tabloids,” I said to them as they entered

“We’re sorry, but nobody calls you a bastard child in front of us, especially the one that is our niece and like a daughter to us,” responded Brian as the boys and Lucy walk over to where we were

“What happened?” asked Ben curious 

“Someone called Y/N Freddie’s bastard child,” responded Roger as everyone looked at him in shock

“Tell me he isn’t serious,” said Gwilym and Joe as I nodded my head 

“That’s why I’ve been a secret because stuff like this happens a lot,” I responded looking down

What I didn’t know is that Rami’s heart broke seeing my face and hearing how it affects my life.

As the night went on, I was watching the boys dance and talk when Lucy said “You know Rami likes you right?”

“What? No, he doesn’t,” I responded

“I’m serious. Every day you’re on set, his day is made,” said Lucy

“Lucy, he likes you, I see it in his eyes whenever you guys do scenes together. He could never like a girl like me,” I responded as I see Rami laugh and smile

“By the looks of it, I guess you’re falling in love with him too,” Lucy said as I look back at her

“Maybe,” I responded

“Y/N, trust me, he likes you too,” said Lucy

As I gave it more thought, I realized “Bloody hell, maybe Lucy’s right. I’m in love with Rami.”

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[vsirsa]

15 questions, 15 mutuals tag

didn’t tag 15 but here you go :)

I was tagged by @brianscurlies, thanks! ❤️

Are you named after anyone?

I’m named after my grandma, who died before I was born. But it’s like a variation of what her name was.

When was the last time you cried?

Endgame. Last night.

Do you have kids?

Nope! Too young to start a family atm.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not more than the normal person hahaha

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

It depends person to person, but usually their face.

What’s your eyecolor?

Green

Scary movie or happy ending?

I love horror movies, but definietly prefer happy endings.

Any special talents?

I taught myself to play the harmonica lol

Where were you born?

United States

What are your hobbies?

Writing, art, music, food, etc

Do you have any pets?

I have a golden retriever :)

What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to play softball and soccer but quit a long time ago lol

How tall are you?

6′0″

Favorite subject in school?

Band and maybe English

Dream job?

Director or Screenwriter

I tag: @rogerinatrash @hystericalroger @sneakydeakyy @old-fashioned-roger-boy @deacydarling @serpentwithatardis

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[onceuponadetectivedemigod]

Hey guys!

So Ive been backed up by school and technically I should be doing physics right now but oh well! Actually that’s what I’ve said every time I get on tumblr now. But with the requests from

@serpentwithatardis

@adoretaylor94

@pietrorunsforme

I PROMISE I WILL DO IT!! If I post Somebody to Love chapter four before I post your requests please don’t feel bad. IM JUST STRUGGLING TO KEEP MY LIFE TOGETHER RIGHT NOW AND IM SORRY BUT I WILL GET TO YOUR STUFF and there was one or two other requests I have that I got in messages and didn’t tag you above BUT I SEE YOU TOO

And I will eat there I promise

I just suck at life

Thanks

[alisonwritesimagines]

Girl Problems ~Andrews Family Imagine~

Requested by @serpentwithatardis:

Summary: You’re the younger sister of Archie Andrews. When you get your period for the first time, your mom isn’t there to help you. However, your brother and dad are there to help you. 

Author’s Note: Prom was great even though it was mostly hip hop/ rap music for the majority of the time.

Warnings: Mentions of periods, period blood, you have your period in this

Being the only girl of the Andrews family was fun sometimes. You had an older brother who protected you and your dad who was laid back with you. However, since your mom was in Chicago, you missed having a woman’s touch around the house. 

You were reaching the age of becoming a woman. You were younger than Archie but that didn’t stop from his friends being your friends. You liked Betty, Jughead, and Veronica. They were another set of siblings to you.

Thank god for sex ed. You felt something wrong with you, making you having to use the restroom. You were in shock when you saw blood on your underwear. You knew what to do from the lessons they taught you.

You quickly cleaned yourself and everything else up before changing into something more comfortable. You felt a cramp coming making you lie on your bed. You had put on Netflix on your computer as you lied on your bed in an awkward position.

“Archie, have you seen your sister?” Fred asked his son as they were in the kitchen.

“No. Why?”

“She’s been awfully quiet,” He told him.

“I’ll go check on her,” Archie told him before walking upstairs. 

Archie walked over to your room. He saw you in the awkward position as you lied on your bed. 

“Can I come in?” Archie asked you. 

“Sure,” You mumbled.

“You okay?” Archie asked him.

“I’m fine,” You mumbled again.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting by you.

“It’s a girl problem,” You tell him.

“What girl problem?” Archie asked.

“Something you or dad wouldn’t understand,” You say.

“Okay. Well, dad and I haven’t heard anything from you since this morning,” Archie said. 

“I’m alive if that’s what you’re wondering,” You tell him.

“Okay. Do you want me to leave you alone?” Archie asked you. You nodded a bit.

“If you want anything, just come downstairs,” Archie said before leaving. 

Archie walked downstairs and walked over to your dad. 

“Is she alright?” Fred asked.

“She said something about a girl problem and that we wouldn’t understand,” Archie told him. Fred took a minute to process on what Archie told him.

“Oh, I see what happened,” Fred said. 

“What?”

“Your sister has her period. Your mom warned me that this would happen soon,” Fred said before walking upstairs.

“What can we do?” Archie asked. 

“Give her what she needs to stay comfortable,” Fred said. Archie nodded at him.

Fred walked into your room as you continued to watch the movie on your laptop. He walked over to your bed and sat on the end of it.

“Did you get your period?” Fred asked you. You hid your face in your pillow.

“It’s natural. Your mom warned me that you would get it,” Fred said. 

“This is embarrassing,” You say to him.

“It’s alright. Look, why don’t we go out later, get you the things you need for situations like this now, and get you comfortable?” Fred asked you. 

“Really?” You asked him.

“Yeah.”

“Can I just lie here for now. I’m tired,” You tell him.

“Yeah. Sure,” Fred said before kissing your head. 

Fred didn’t know Archie left to get you some supplies until he came back with a bag full of things. 

“What do you got there?” Fred asked him.

“I asked Betty and Veronica for help. I got Y/N pads and tampons. Veronica said that chocolate might make her happy and Betty suggested a heating pad for her cramps,” Archie said. 

“Thanks, Archie. Y/N will appreciate them,” Fred said. 

“I’m gonna go give it to her,” Archie said before going upstairs. 

He saw you still on your bed as you were watching a TV show now. You looked over at him with confusion.

“What do you have in that bag?” You asked him.

“Things for you. I got you pads, tampons, chocolate, and a heating pad,” Archie said. 

“How did you even know what to get?” You asked as you sat up.

“Betty and Veronica helped me,” Archie told you.

“Thanks, Archie,” You smiled softly. Archie sat next to you before giving you the chocolate. You opened it up and started to munch on it.

“When you’re feeling better, do you want to go to Pop’s?”

“Yeah. I can go for a milkshake,” you tell him.

“Me too. Mind if I join you both?” Your dad asked as he walked into the room.

“The more the merrier,” Archie said. 

“Thanks for helping me out,” You smiled softly at them. 

“Anything for you, sweetie,” Fred said before giving you a hug. 

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[fics-for-my-heart]

Cramps (b.h)

Summary: Periods suck, but they suck more alone

Word count: 836

Warning: swearing l o l

Requested: @serpentwithatardis Hey!! I love your work and I was wondering if I could please have a Ben imagine! You have really bad cramps and mood swings from your period but you try to hide it from Ben because you don’t want to burden him but he finds out and takes care of you and lots of fluff??

A/N: I just recently got off my period and it wasn’t bad, but I’ve had some awful ones and would definitely love some cuddles. Hope you enjoy this story! Request are open(fluff and angs please I’ve not been in a n sf w mood 😬).

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The pain is what woke you. It felt like someone was stabbing you in your lower abdomen and like all of your muscles were being squeezed as tight as they could. It was enough to make you cry. Enough to have you curl in on yourself in the fetal position, knees clutched close in hopes to alleviate the pain.

Ever since you’d started having periods, they were bad. The cramps, the mood swings, the bloating. The birth control you were on helped a little, but it was sometimes still awful. And today, it was awful.

You finally pulled yourself out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. After a nice hot shower, you made some breakfast, took some medicine, retrieved the heating pad, and made yourself as comfort as you could on the couch.

Around lunch time, Ben texted you asking if you wanted to meet up.

BenBoy: Hey Love. Want to meet for lunch?

You: Not feeling well. Going to sleep. Sorry.

You hated being short with him. But you didn’t have the emotional, physical, or mental energy to talk or see anyone. You just wanted to be left alone, curled up with the heating pad mindlessly watching Netflix. And Ben didn’t know how bad your periods got. In the year you’d been dating you’d only had one other superbad period, but he was away filming.

BenBoy: Oh my sweet girl, I’m sorry. Sleep well. Let me know if you need anything. I love you.

You: I love you too.

Shortly after texting him you fell asleep.

You woke with a start when you hear the front door open. A bubble of anger forming in your chest as you knew it was Ben. And when he turned the corner you scowled.

“I told you I didn’t feel good and was going to sleep. You woke me up.” He frowned but you kept going. “What are you doing here?”

He held up the takeaway bag. “I brought you some Chinese food. Figured it might make you feel better.” He bit his lip. “I’m sorry I woke you love.”

The sadness in his voice made the anger you were feeling immediately turn to sadness of your own. Stupid mood swings. You sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” You dropped back onto the couch as he made his way around to sit at your feel. “It’s just. I’m, uh, on my period. And it’s a bad one. I just don’t have the energy to do anything but lay here and deal with the pain.”

Ben reached out, gently rubbing your leg. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your stomach and looking away. “Because I’m use to people telling me I’m being dramatic about the pain. So I just handle it alone.”

“Y/N.” His voice was soft, but serious. His hand stilled on your leg as he shifted toward you more. “I would never tell you that. I don’t know the pain you’re going through. But I want to be there to take care of you through it. If that means you’d like me to leave I will. Anything you need love. Anything.”

When you looked up at him you burst into tears. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped, ready to jump in and say something. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You said, wiping your eyes. “Fucking mood swings. Ugh.” You took a deep breath then reached for his hand. “No one has ever said anything to me like that. And I’m way too emotional to get sappy right now. Please stay. I could use the cuddles.”

Ben blew some air between his lips, leaning forward and giving you a sweet soft kiss. “Yes ma’am. Let’s eat and then move to your room for proper cuddles.”

You gave him a quick kiss and nodded. The food was exactly what you didn’t know you wanted. And Ben even made you a cup of tea and brought it to your room. He closed the blinds and turned on Netflix, joining you in bed. The two of you stayed that way for the rest of the day. Ben rubbed your stomach and held you close, getting you anything you needed.

After dinner or left over Chinese, the two of you laid in bed, the only light coming from the dim street light. Ben was running his fingers through your hair as you cuddled into him.

“Thank you.” You said, breaking the silence with a whisper.

“What for, love?”

“For taking care of me today. It’s been a long time since someone has and it really means a lot.”

Ben leaned forward and kissed your head. “I’ll always be here to take care of you my love. Always. Now get some sleep.”

“I love you.” Sleep was pulling your eyes closed and your voice was even softer than before.

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

And with that you fell into a peaceful sleep knowing Ben would be there in the morning.

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[lucyybradford]

Can I please have an imagine when Toni has her period and has really bad cramps and maybe leaks through her pants while at school and she feels really shy and embarrassed but Sweet Pea, Fangs and Jughead take care of her and are really sweet about it??

Just wanted to let you know that I received your ask and I’ll work on it as soon as I can get an idea of where I want it to go. 😊

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[fics-for-my-heart]

Omg I’m so glad you liked it!! Thank you for requesting it! @serpentwithatardis 🥰

Read “Cramps”, link in bio!

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