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fir3ylolol · 7 months

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cure for insomnia

pairing: Movie!Mike Schmidt x Reader

summary: mike comes home after a particularly hard night, completely exhausted. you know a way to help him sleep...

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, eating out, cunniligus, sloppy making out, lazy-ish sex, dom/sub, sub!mike, dom!reader, praise, begging, afab reader, gn reader, he is actually so pathetic im losing my mind

a/n: hehehehe i love men who are kinda desperate. pls enjoy my first non-mk fic. not rly a fan of the creator, but i've got a lot of love for the franchise

word count: 1.21 k

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You awaken to hear the door opening then closing softly, and you turn over, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You notice your alarm clock, loud red numbers reading ‘6:30’. You sit up slightly, stretching and yawning, as you hear the shuffling of someone removing their shoes. And there is that someone, Michael pushing through the door and landing face down on the bed. You pat his head gently, whispering to not disturb him, “Bad night?’ You hear him mumble into the blankets, “Awful.” He rolls over, starting to remove his shirt and taking a deep breath before speaking again. “Everything went wrong. Remember how Abby kept complaining that I wasn’t bringing her? I didn’t have enough time to get ready, which meant I forgot my sleeping pills. So I’m exhausted now.” You twist your mouth to the side, looking at him sympathetically. “I’m sorry dear, c’mere.” You pat the bed next to you, and he drags himself over, quite slowly.

He shuffles under the sheets with you, pulling you close. You giggle at him, face buried in your chest with content hums. But you wrap your arms around his head, one hand playing with his hair and the other gently scratching his back. He’s a complete sucker for your touch, visibly melting into the bed further. You can feel his hands slowly drifting around your back, tracing nonsense shapes. Until you feel his hands travel lower, even slower than before. You look down at him, wondering how someone so tired still has enough energy to do this. But his hands reach your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh under his fingers. He groans out, and you feel his mouth open to press kisses into your clothed sternum. “Hey, what happened to ‘exhausted’, huh?’” You question down at him jokingly. Without moving his face, he speaks into your chest again, “I’m never too tired for you. Besides, I know Abby had a field trip today so she’s already gone.”

“Wow, you’re so prepared,” you tease gently, but the hand in his hair drifts lower, tangling at the nape of his neck. You gently pull, tilting his head back, which he does with a soft whine. “Want some help falling asleep? Hm?” He nods against your hold, eyes rolled back slightly. But you can feel his hands leave your ass and travel between your legs. “Can I…taste you first? Please?” He asks quietly, voice needy and desperate. Your eyelids flutter slightly, and the air in the room feels thicker. But who are you to turn down such a polite request? You nod, kissing him on the forehead gently. Before you know it, his face is between your thighs, staring up at you with sleepy eyes. He kisses against the underwear covering you, causing you to squirm at the feeling. Slowly, he removes them, losing himself momentarily as he stares in awe at you. “God…you’re stunning,” he breathes out, before diving in. Normally, he’s gentle, making sure you feel good at your pace. But this is not normally. Michael wastes no time in diving in, lips pressed against your clit and rolling it under his tongue. One hand props your thighs open and the other joins his mouth in making a mess of you, a finger curling inside you at a desperate pace. You jolt at the sudden feeling, and your hand resumes its place at his neck. He leans into the feeling, slowing down, but not stopping fully. “Is this for me, or you?” You say, trying to remain composed. Mumbling against you, he manages to say, “Myoum,” vibrations cause you to shiver. “Then go at my pace, yeah?” He nods and leans back in, the same movements but slower.

Now he’s actually working to draw you closer, sloppy movements that chase after your release. He’s laid out on his stomach, hips rolling in short, stuttering movements as he tries his hardest to feel good too. And your grip on his hair has tightened, half-fucking yourself against his face as your eyes are screwed up in pleasure and moans pour from your lips. He’s whimpering against you, looking up at you with eyes full of sleepy lust. You have no fear of holding back, curses of pleasure as you get close. You clamp down, trapping his face between your legs as you cum, shaking slightly at the intensity. You can hear his muffled moans, tongue lapping against you. You finally come down, releasing your grip on him with a sigh. He moves to your side and kisses you, the bottom half of his face soaked. You accept, messy and passionate lips crashing against each other as you wrap your arms around his back.

You let go and push against his shoulder, which he easily does, lying down on his back. You help pull his pants and boxers off fully, cock finally free and weeping. Climbing on top of him, legs on either side of his hips, you kiss him again. His hands cling to your hips desperately as he tries to find release again, length pressing against your thigh. One of your hands travels down slowly, tracing against his chest, causing him to shiver. You grab him lightly, leaning closer to him and whispering in his ear, “Want me to take care of you, baby?” He nods desperately, whining through his nose. You rub the tip against you, as he jolts beneath you.

As you ease yourself down, his grasp on your hips tightens, loud and heady moans pour out of his mouth. You waste no time, sharp rolls of your hips as you sit up. You watch how easily he comes undone completely, light whines and moans as he twists under you. He can barely control himself, exhaustion heightening his sensitivity. But you don’t ease up, continuing to use him as his face contorts in pleasure. You lean forward again, bouncing and squeezing him, chest pressed against him. You can feel the speed his heart is going, fast as a racehorse, with heavy breaths to match. He’s losing it now, seeing stars, only able to let out almost silent whimpers as his grip on you starts to slip. You press gentle kisses against his cheek and decide to be unfair, whispering to him, “Come on, cum for me love. You’ve been so good for me. You deserve it.” That does it, head pressed back into the mattress as he cums, hands shaking and legs kicking lightly. You’ve done it, you’ve destroyed him with just your body, as he babbles and whines incoherently. You stay on him as he comes down, watching as his movements still and his sounds grow quieter. As you climb off, he lets out a light whine but resumes his soft breathing once again. You lay next to him, smoothing down his hair and kissing his cheek. You go to speak but notice that he’s out cold, nearly snoring. You can’t help but giggle quietly to yourself, before wrapping around him gently. You don’t have anything to do today, and even if you did, you would stay here all day if he asked you to. As you enjoy the morning air, you hear him mumbling to himself, “I’m sore now.”

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megalony · 1 year

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Look at us- Part 7

sHere is the next part of my new Henry Cavill series, thank you all for the lovely feedback so far, I hope everyone is enjoying it so far.

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Summary: After losing a baby a few months ago, (Y/n) is still suffering horrible back pains that she needs strong painkillers to manage. But she has to be okay and in control to look after her family and she knows she is relying too much on pills to gain back her life and control.

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(Y/n) didn't like this.

The room felt like it was on fire, the heat surrounding her was scolding and even when she breathed, she could feel heat radiating around her like she was sitting in the centre of the Earth.

She didn't know what time it was, she felt like she had been sleeping for hours and hours but the bright lights in the room made (Y/n) doubt whether it was late at night or not. This wasn't where she remembered she had been when she arrived. (Y/n) was ninety percent sure she had been down in A&E for quite a while, but this looked more like a room on a ward than the emergency room cubicles she had frequented often.

It took a few moments to realise she had an oxygen mask strapped to her nose and mouth, but as soon as (Y/n) realised what it was, her tired, groggy hands were moving to rip it away. She wasn't keeping that on when it was making her feel like she was suffocating.

A wave of sickness washed over (Y/n) when she tried to sit up but she did her best to ignore the feeling. Where was Henry? Was he with the kids, were they all okay?

She wanted to go home.

Draining the dregs from his coffee, Henry threw the cup in the bin and put his phone back in his pocket when he reached (Y/n)'s hospital room. The hospital food and drink was never anything Henry would have unless he was desperate and with it being nearly six in the morning, he needed some source of caffeine to keep him awake.

It had taken until eleven o'clock last night for (Y/n) to finally get the MRI she needed- which Henry had argued with a nurse about because they wouldn't put her on a ward until she had it meaning she had to stay sedated in A&E until they finally moved her.

It was past midnight by the time she was settled on a ward so Henry got a few hours of sleep after that before he decided to give up and just stay awake and wait until (Y/n) woke up.

Surprise flooded his face when he walked in the room and saw (Y/n) trying to sit up. Since she had been sedated earlier in the afternoon, she hadn't woken up. She'd stirred and mumbled a few times but other than that Henry had been watching her sleep and ringing his mum every few hours to check the kids were all alright. Mainly Jesse, he didn't settle well if he didn't have either (Y/n) or Henry with him and Henry knew Jesse hadn't slept last night without one of them being there.

"Hey baby, how do you feel?"

Henry sat back down in the armchair next to the bed and pulled it closer so he could reach (Y/n) but he found his smile dropping when he realised she looked panicked. the oxygen mask was hanging on the edge of the bed and she had thrown the cover away to try and move her legs off the bed but she seemed too groggy to get very far.

When (Y/n) reached for the IV on her hand, Henry was quick to grab her hands and pull them to his chest. He was going to have a struggle ahead of him.

"No, no baby you need that. Take a few deep breaths, calm down for me."

"Home... t-take me home."

A wave of sickness plundered through (Y/n)'s chest and made her throat tighten until breathing became hard. She rested her forehead against the back of Henry's hand which was surprisingly cold and soothing against her burning skin. She wanted to go home and lay in her own bed and have the kids with them and Henry's arms around her. This wasn't home, this was foreign and held horrid memories and (Y/n) didn't want to be here.

Sighing to himself, Henry kissed the back of (Y/n)'s head and leaned his cheek against her hair for a few moments. He didn't want to upset her and have her panic or get distressed but he couldn't lie or even dare to take her home right now. It wasn't an option.

"I can't take you home just yet, sweetheart. You're not well."

(Y/n) stayed laying on her side but pulled back so she could rest her head on the pillow and look up at Henry who leaned over to be as close as he could get.

"What time is it?"

"About six in the morning, you've been out for nearly twelve hours."

"What happened?" (Y/n) really dreaded asknig because she wasn't sure if she wanted the answer or not. She remembered being in horrid pain yesterday and then being sick, and flashes of memories of being in A&E came to mind, but that was it. She couldn't remember what she had said or what anyone had said to her last night, it felt as if her mind was clogged with water but then again that might be whatever medication they had put her on.

"You crushed some tramadol tablets yesterday, it made you overdose but they put some narcotics in your IV and kept you on oxygen and it's flushed you out. You had an MRI last night too, one of the vertebrae in your spine has come out of place, that's why you're in so much pain."

Henry had been surprised, relieved and infuriated all at once when the doctor came to talk to him after the MRI.

One of the bones in (Y/n)'s spine had come out of place and was pushing down on her spinal nerves which was causing her drastic pain levels. If she had been examined months ago and had scans before now it could have been sorted out with physio and some medication. But with how long it had taken, they needed to do surgery now to fix the issue.

(Y/n) had been kept in agony all this time because the GP couldn't be bothered to do his job and examine her or take her pain seriously. She had to overdose on medication to be taken seriously and examined. It was ridiculous and it made Henry's blood boil that this had to happen. (Y/n) could have been seriously worse off and something could have happened with the baby because she was neglected.

"S-so what do they do?"

She didn't mean to. (Y/n) didn't want to overdose. She couldn't remember taking the tablets but she knew for certain that she would never want to overdose even if her pain had been extreme. She had the kids to think about, she couldn't risk her health and make things worse for the kids by overdosing.

But it was a relief to have a reason behind her pain. It wasn't a figment of her imagination or something drawn from the grief of losing Lilah. This could have happened even if Lilah was carried to full-term and born healthy. It was a big weight from (Y/n)'s shoulders to know she didn't have to blame her grief for the pain she was feeling.

Henry held (Y/n)'s hands a little bit tighter and pressed them to his lips while he debated what to do.

If he told her how they had to fix the problem, he knew what would happen.

(Y/n) was going to try and leave or have a panic attack and want to go home and Henry would have to calm her down and make sure she didn't try and slip out the hospital.

And if he told her she was pregnant, it would make things a whole lot worse. He didn't know what her initial reaction was going to be, she might faint, she could go into a severe panic attack or break down or go into denial. But he knew for certain that she wouldn't want the operation to fix her back if she knew she was pregnant.

"The doctor said that since painkillers and rest haven't made it better, he needs to operate."

"No, Henry-"

"Sweetheart, please hear me out. You can't carry on like this, it won't get better without surgery. He said they need to take out a disc in your spine to relieve the pressure and fuse two vertebre together so it doesn't happen again and it will keep your spine strong. You need this operation."

Decompression surgery was what (Y/n) had to have and it was the next resort when painkillers and rest didn't work.

Doctor Warren had told Henry late last night that he couldn't put (Y/n) on painkillers with how she had been addicted to tramadol and wound up here. They should have helped but her vertebre wasn't going back into place on its own and the only way to fix it was surgery. They needed to take the pressure off her nerves and fuse the bones together so they wouldn't push out of place again and cause a repeat problem.

Henry couldn't let (Y/n) go home and not have the surgery because she was afraid. He understood her fears, (Y/n) hated operations and hospitals were plagued with Lilah's horrid birth and death.

But at the same time, Henry couldn't take (Y/n) home and go back to seeing her crippled with pain. It affected every part of her daily routine and her quality of life and it needed to change. Surgery was the better option than crippling pain and having to sleep in the armchair and be carried up and down the stairs. There was no choice to make, she needed this operation.

"No, Henry that's big surgery, I don't want to be here." A sob burned at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and her eyes welled with tears.

Surgery would make her more at risk for blood clots than she already was and the recovery time could be massive. (Y/n) was a mum, she couldn't be laid up in bed when she had the kids to feed and wash and take to school and Jesse couldn't be left alone even when he was playing in case he choked on a toy he tried to eat.

A cry passed (Y/n)'s lips before she sat up and grabbed at the back of her left hand where the IV tube was.

"No- sweetheart don't do that- if you take that out I'll call for the nurse I mean it." There was a warning tone in Henry's stern voice but (Y/n) couldn't force herself to take heed of what he was saying.

The small wire was pulled from her vein before Henry could stop her and it made a deep growl emminate from the back of his throat.

He scrunched up the bedsheet and pressed it against (Y/n)'s hand when blood started spurting out of her hand like a tap and he pressed the emergency button at the back of the bed. The IV was giving her fluids since she hadn't eaten or drank anything in over twenty four hours and it was giving her painkillers straight into her blood to keep the pain away in her back.

"She's taken her IV out."

Henry locked eyes with the young nurse he had seen do a few hourly checks on (Y/n) through the early morning.

Moving round, Henry gently sat (Y/n) up and sat down on the bed behind her with his arms around her chest. He pulled her to lay back into him and he held her good hand to her chest when the nurse took her blood-covered hand to fix it up.

(Y/n) didn't have the willpower to fight the nurse, and she couldn't do much when Henry was binding her to his chest with both his arms across her chest like barriers preventing her from moving. The nurse managed to get the tube straight back into the same vein and she wrapped a long bandage around her hand and up her wrist so she couldn't try and do it again without a lot of effort.

"Doctor said they're going to do the operation this morning so the anaesthesiologist is ready to come and prepare you for surgery. Is now a good time?"

"Sweetheart," Henry looked down at (Y/n) but all she did was curl up in his arms like she was trying to disappear. He knew she wasn't going to disagree because deep down, (Y/n) knew she couldn't carry on with this pain. They had been praying for a solution and this was it. "Now's fine."

"I'll go let them know."

When she was out the room, (Y/n) tilted her head to look behind her up at Henry. "I can't be stuck in bed for weeks to recover from spine surgery, I need to be up and able to look after the kids, you're on press tours soon."

"The doctor said you will be up and walking within a few days of surgery and I don't have to attend all of the tours. We can't afford not to have this surgery when you were keeled over in agony."

Silence enveloped them for a few minutes until Doctor Warren and an older lady they figured was the anaesthesiologist came into the room.

"How are you feeling, (Y/n)? It's nice to see you awake finally." The doctor stood towards the end of the bed and he looked vaguely familiar to (Y/n) but she didn't want to talk. If this needed to happen she wanted it all out the way and erased from her memory.

"Drowsy,"

"That's expected. Now, your scans showed one vertebre is very out of place but the surgery is quite simple. We will take out the disc below to make some room for your nerves so they aren't crushed, and then we will fuse the bad vertebre with the one below so it stays in place. The surgery shouldn't take more than two hours and you will be up and walking hopefully two days after surgery."

"What about recovery?" (Y/n) had to have a speedy recovery, she didn't do well on bed rest and she couldn't do that when they had three kids at home to care for. Henry couldn't do everything.

The kids needed taking to school, dinners cooked, the house clean and tidy. Jesse needed supervision, help being bathed, fed, and he liked being constantly active and entertained. He wouldn't sit in bed with (Y/n) for hours unless it was late at night.

"You can go home a few days after surgery and being active will help you recover. Just no heavy lifting and you need to take things slow and easy for about four weeks. With your risk of blood clots, you shouldn't be on bed rest you need to keep moving around little and often. It's a light surgery so recovery won't be too strenuous. And with-"

The look Henry suddenly gave the doctor made him hold his breath and clear his throat before he smiled.

Henry hadn't said anything about the baby yet, he couldn't risk distressing (Y/n) right now.

(Y/n) nodded, it didn't sound too bad. she was supposed to keep active and moving which would work well around the kids and if she could go home within a few days of surgery that was even better. She didn't want to be on bed rest it would only made her irritable and she couldn't handle people fussing and having to do things for her.

"Okay, if you have no questions I'll leave you with doctor Hastings to get prepped."

Why did it have to be now?

Couldn't (Y/n) have a little more time to prepare herself and try and build herself up to doing this? But then again, more time would only serve to make her more anxious and she would be more likely to want to leave and chicken out.

Operations weren't something (Y/n) liked. Anaesthesia never agreed with her and she always ended up feeling rough when she came out of it and it served to make her sick. There was always that worry as well that she might not wake up from the deep sleep it put her in or that something might go wrong. That was (Y/n)'s biggest worry, that a complication would happen and something would go wrong. And the thought of everything going black and her mind shutting down made her feel sick just to think about how deep her mind would sink.

"Okay, do you have any allergies?" Doctor Hastings was a slightly older woman whose attention was focusing on the clipboard in her hands.

"Penicillin." (Y/n) mumbled quietly before she turned her head to brush her face against Henry's bare arm and press a kiss against his skin.

(Y/n) found out the hard way she was allergic to penecillin. After getting an infection just after Brodie was born, she was given the antibiotic through her IV and Henry had almost fainted when (Y/n) suddenly went blue in the face and couldn't breathe. It had been one of the scariest things to happen to her, to suddenly become breathless and feel like her lungs were pierced and popped like balloons.

"Noted. Have you ever had a bad reaction to any anaesthesia before?"

"No," (Y/n) didn't like it but she'd never reacted badly to it, she was told feeling groggy and sick when waking from an operation was fairly normal.

"Hm, well you haven't eaten anything yet which is good, and yesterday's blood results look good. We'll take some more now just to be safe, then I think we should be fine to get you put under and sent up to theatre."

Oh God, she was really going for spinal surgery soon. It was happening, they were going to send her into the blackest, numbest, worst part of her mind for hours and just hope she would come back out unscathed.

A tremor shuddered through (Y/n)'s nerves and tingled in her blood when the doctor advanced towards her with a needle the size of her finger and two viles she got from a side drawer. (Y/n) didn't want her blood to be taken, she just said they took some yesterday which must have happened whilst she had been asleep. Shouldn't that be fine? Didn't they take enough when she was asleep?

Henry gently hummed against the top of (Y/n)'s head and brushed his hand up and down the side of her waist with his other hand holding her free hand to try and calm her down. He watched the doctor with a glare in his eye when she roughly grabbed (Y/n)'s wrist and yanked her arm out, shaking the limb until (Y/n) realised she needed to lock her elbow and keep her arm straight.

A whimper escaped her lips when the needle pushed up into the crease of her elbow and she shut her eyes tight, shrinking further into Henry's chest wishing she could disappear. Two little viles of blood seemed to take a lifetime to fill and (Y/n) felt lightheaded when the needle finally left her skin.

"Can you get off the bed please?" Her impatient eyes looked at Henry who sent a glare burning back her way but he complied either way.

With a kiss to the top of (Y/n)'s head, Henry slowly slid off the side of the bed and stood up, straightening out his back but he kept tight hold of (Y/n)'s hand.

"(Y/n), you need to lay down on your back." The doctor removed the pillows and threw them in the corner of the room before she busied herself searching below the bed for something. She fiddled around with the oxygen machine attached to the base of the bed and stood up with a tube in her hand which made (Y/n) shrink in on herself. She had seen them before, it was a tube that went down her throat to make sure she kept breathing and it pinned her tongue to the bottom of her mouth so she wasn't at risk of choking during the procedure.

(Y/n) prayed they wouldn't leave that in her throat when she woke up, it felt horrifying to wake up and choke on a tube that went right into her lungs. Usually they took it out and left her with an oxygen mask which was less frightening for someone coming out of a deep slumber.

"I feel sick," (Y/n) mumbled quietly, shrinking closer to her left towards Henry and away from the woman towering over her who looked more menacing by the second.

"You're fine, now lay down."

Shaking her head, (Y/n) felt a tear track down her cheek before she turned over and leaned over the bed, feeling her stomach churning. Henry was quick to grab the cardboard sick bucket, holding it in front of (Y/n) just as some water spewed from her lips. She hadn't eaten since dinnertime yesterday so she had nothing but a little water to throw up but it still burned the back of her throat nevertheless.

"You're gonna be fine, sweetheart, just lay down and when you wake up, you'll find me right here." Henry kneeled down and folded his arms on the edge of the bed, brushing a whisp of hair behind (Y/n)'s ear before he gently folded her hair up into the cap the doctor handed over to him.

He kissed (Y/n)'s temple, wishing her worries away before he helped her to lay down on her back. But (Y/n) continued to shake her head at him, unable to stop the tears from falling down her face or the murmurs from bubbling past her lips. Why couldn't she just fast forward time and skip to where she was awake and everything was fine and done with?

"Breathe this in deeply and you'll be asleep."

A gasp escaped (Y/n)'s lips when a mask was suddenly thrust over her mouth and bashed forcefully into the side of her nose. The action was so sudden and unexpected that she let out a scream and swatted at the hand trying to smother her. Last time they gave her an injection of anaesthetic to send her to sleep because she told them she didn't like the feel of the mask over her mouth.

Moving her head, (Y/n) shuddered and coiled her head down towards her chest with her arms over her face. She didn't want to do this, she didn't want to be knocked out and wake up with a stiff back that was going to take weeks to heal. But she didn't want to be in constant agony either.

"Right, I'll go and get some nurses to restrain her."

"No you fucking won't."

Henry's instant response was barked back at the woman with venom in his tone. His hands clenched at his sides like he was gearing up for a fight and his upper lip curled in disgust when the doctor huffed and frowned at him like he was wasting her time.

"If she's going to fight then I want her restrained."

She spoke as if she was talking about some sort of criminal or as if she didn't realise she was talking very rudely about Henry's wife. She clearly didn't realise how deeply his love for her ran through his veins and made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. No one was going to restrain her while he was around, no one was going to lay a hand on his wife. She was petrified and rightfully so, she didn't like hospitals or procedures and that was okay, she needed to be calmed down and treated like a human being with respect, not cruelty.

"You just try and I won't be responsible for my actions, I don't want you or anyone else laying a hand on my wife." Henry pointed his finger at the woman, just daring her to go ahead and see what he would do if she even attempted to restrain (Y/n). "Give me the mask. I'll calm her down and do it."

Reaching out his hand, Henry waited impatiently and snatched the face mask away from the woman before he bent his knees and crouched down beside (Y/n).

"Sweetheart, I'm here and I'll still be here when you open your eyes. Just take a few really deep breaths of this stuff and as soon as you know it, you'll be looking at me again, I promise. Do it for me, baby."

Henry slowly raked his fingers up and down (Y/n)'s neck and shoulder, slowly and sensually making patterns into her skin. He waited patiently until (Y/n) nodded and let him carefully place the mask over her mouth and nose. He took a deep breath, encouraging (Y/n) to copy him while his hand pressed to the back of her neck and his thumb brushed up and down her chin.

"Good girl," He kept the mask over her lips for a few extra seconds after she went limp before he stood up and handed it back over to the woman he now despised with good reason.

His arms folded over his chest and his foot started to tap anxiously against the floor whilst he watched the doctor open (Y/n)'s mouth and carefully insert the oxygen tube. She made sure it was taped in place before she moved (Y/n) to lay on her left side, ready for when they got her into theatre.

Thank you," She mumbled quietly, clipboard in hand as she turned around, about to go and get someone to transport (Y/n) to the theatre.

"Don't talk to my wife like that again."

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"There look, mama's waking up." Turning his head, Henry gently bounced Jesse on his hip as he walked into the singular room, a smile on his lips when he looked over at (Y/n). He didn't know what was running through Jesse's head or if he had any understanding of where he was or what was going on but he guessed Jesse didn't know since he was very calm.

Henry couldn't leave him with his mother any longer, he was throwing tantrums, screaming, crying and launching toys everywhere. It was unsettling for him to be away from both parents for more than a day and even Brodie couldn't calm him down from his tantrums. So Henry went down while (Y/n) was in surgery and checked on the kids and decided to bring Jesse back to the hospital with him.

He knew Jesse wouldn't be too unsettled because he would be in a room with Henry waiting for (Y/n) to wake up so he would generally be rather at ease. He had a stuffed dog toy in his arms and a chew toy hanging on string around his neck and a beaker of juice on standby.

"Mama, mama. Mama." A few mushed up sounds followed but a smile worked its way onto Jesse's lips as Henry sat down on the seat next to the bed and put Jesse on his lap.

He had taken to pace up and down the corridor when (Y/n) finally woke up so doctor Warren could assess her and make sure she was okay and not in any pain and no paralysis.

"Hi, baby." (Y/n)'s voice was hoarse and her throat felt like it had been butchered from the oxygen tube but she still smiled at her little boy who was smiling back with a streak of drool hanging from his lower lip. His brown curls flopped about his head and sitting there on Henry's knee, he looked like the younger version of his dad.

"You feeling alright?" Henry gently leaned over and sat Jesse down on the floor so he could play and Henry could move a bit closer to (Y/n) and take hold of her hand.

"Rough."

"Hm, I'm not surprised," A small tight-lipped smile worked its way onto Henry's face and he looked down at their entwined hands for a few seconds. "So, I have to talk to you about something but if you're not feeling great or you just want to sleep, it can wait."

"What's wrong?" (Y/n) leaned up a bit straighter against the many pillows she had been given to ease her back. Her hand reached out and brushed against his cleanly shaven jaw as worry flooded her eyes.

He didn't look panicked or upset or like something had just happened or gone drastically wrong which eased a few nerves in (Y/n)'s stomach. But the way he worded that and his tone of voice set something off inside of her. What did he want to talk about? Was it the kids, had something happened while they had been here in hospital? Had something happened during her operation that the doctor didn't tell her about?

"You were having bad stomach pains yesterday when we arrived so the doctor did an examination and a scan to check you over."

"Baby you're worrying me,"

"You're pregnant."

Henry had never seen so many emotions wash over her face in such a little amount of time. He had never witnessed her eyes flash with horror, confusion, love, joy and terror like that before. Her eyes seemed to light up and then dim completely. Her mouth twitched and moved and tremored, unsure whether to smile, laugh, cry or scream.

She seemed to decide on choking out a cry instead.

"H-how far along are we?" (Y/n) brushed her shaking hand beneath her eyes to catch her fallen tears that were building up so badly that she could barely see Henry.

"Fourteen weeks, give or take. I know we had a small talk about wanting a baby, are you... okay, about this?" They had a few brief talks but nothing big or substancial and now they didn't really have much of a choice because it had happened already.

(Y/n) didn't know what she was thinking, or what she was supposed to say. She wanted a baby, in fact, she was desperate for a baby. But she didn't want to lost another baby. She didn't want to wait around in agony and give birth and hold her baby for two hours and then give her away to be buried and forgotten.

She wanted a baby she could bring home and cherish and kiss and feed and cuddle and shower with love.

"We're having a baby." The way (Y/n)'s lips curled up into a smile made a weight lift from Henry's chest and he let out a breathless chuckle.

Standing up, he towered over her and cupped his hand around the back of her neck so he could bring their foreheads together. He took a moment to relish in the close contact and brought his other hand up to cradle her cheek, smiling when he felt her hands coming up to rest on his chest. He kissed her like she was his oxygen he was trying to devour. Their lips meshed together and (Y/n) could taste the coffee on his tongue and his cold lips felt heavenly against her flush skin.

"We're having a baby."

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry x reader #henry cavill fluff #imagine #pregnancy #pregnant! reader #look at us

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hey!! i love your account and i can't help but read your writing more , can you do a college student s/o with the rfa+ searan with mc who collapsed at her apartment and they find her unconscious because she has insomnia so she took sleeping pills and when she gets to the hospital they know that she haven't been eating etc.. im sorry if this was long^^ keep my request as anonymous

RFA + Saeran x College student MC who collapsed at her apartment

Hello there! This was such an interesting request and I am glad I was able to write it ( it’s kinda my fav genre..) ! I hope you like it!

Please keep in mind that I this is a fanfiction, everything that happens here is ,,dramatized’’ and may not apply to a real situation.

Jumin

Your eyes wandered back to the big alarm clock on your drawer. It was 2AM.

Your hands found their way to your face as you took a deep breath. You could feel yourself getting nervous, panicking because you knew that it was getting late because you knew that you had to take a lot of exams the next day and because you knew you wouldn’t feel good at all.

You kept studying day and night for that one exam. You missed meals and worked on just that one exam so that you would be at top.

After all, you had to be equal to Jumin, your fiancé. You wanted to be accepted by your in-laws.

You groaned as you kicked the blanket away and got up. Barefoot, you walked to your drawer to take some sleeping pills. At least these should help you, you hoped.

And so you took them.

However, you didn’t know that the next morning, when your alarm rang at 6 am, you would feel totally dizzy and sick.

The clock kept ringing as you sleepily and sickly approached the clock, failing as you collapsed, staying unconscious for a long, long while.

More than four hours had passed when Jumin hastily opened the door to your apartment, wondering why you didn’t take the exam, just to find you on the floor, sweaty and totally cold.

At that very moment, Jumin was scared for his life. His heart was beating like crazy and he couldn’t forgive himself for not checking on you earlier.

,,J…Jumin?’’ you groaned, feeling sick. The urge to vomit overcame you as your head was spinning once again.

,,I am here, Mc…,’’ he whispered, kissing your forehead.

,,And I will stay here at least for a few months until you can sleep better so that you don’t have to take any pills. I will cook daily for you so that you can have three meals a day and I will drink a lot of water with you…as long as you stay healthy by my side…’’ he whispered, making you understand that he found out how much you were actually struggling…

Zen

You blinked a few times until you realized that you were awake once again.

You were still tired and a glance at your clock made you realize that you didn’t even sleep for two hours.

You knew that this would go on for longer and that you would probably stay awake until 6 am in the morning.

Like always, you were stressed and everyone around you could feel the stress you felt.

The pressure you had, the anxiety you had of failing a class made you feel even worse and no one but yourself could help you to deal with all these problems you had.

Indeed, just like you guessed, you stayed awake and glanced towards the clock for another four hours until it was 6 am.

You knew that this would be a hard morning, but nevertheless, you managed to get up, tidy up, and get ready for a few classes.

,,Then, let’s meet up after lunch!’’ Zen grinned, waiting for your response. Seeing how happy he was to help you study, you couldn’t reject his offer.

,,Yeah, let me also take a nap and then let’s meet up in front of the school,’’ you answered.

Although, the nap you wanted to take was hard to achieve.

You decided to skip lunch and instead took two sleeping pills so that you could at least take a short nap, but something went wrong.

You still couldn’t fall asleep and after a few minutes, you got so angry that you decided to get up and take one more pill.

Unfortunately in that very moment, you could feel your legs giving up and your world spinning. Before you could support your body anywhere, you collapsed and landed on the floor….

CHANGE OF POV

I woke up with a sweaty face and a racing heart, realizing that I had a nightmare, a nightmare I hoped I would never come to see.

Realizing that it was time to meet up with Mc, I quickly tried to get ready and headed out.

The streets of Seoul were cold and I hoped that she was wearing her hat and her scarf.

Minutes passed, which turned almost into an hour and after calling Mc six times and being ignored, it came to my mind that my nightmare was similar - with the difference that Mc was in danger.

Without thinking, my body moved on its own and approached the home of my girlfriend which luckily was only ten minutes away.

,,Thank God she gave me her spare key,’’ I muttered to myself before I opened the door.

The sight I had was horrified.

Her wonderful hair on the floor, her body a few steps away from the bed, and Mc didn’t seem to move.

,,MC!’’ I yelled, running to her and trying to wake her up.

I quickly approached the fridge to take some water and splash it over her, realizing that she neither had food or a single bottle of water.

Glancing back I even saw something looking like they were some pills and thinking about it gave me shivers - maybe she overdosed?

Without hesitating, I called medical support and stayed close to her, promising myself that this would never ever happen again…

Yoosung

At first it was funny, you and Yoosung both had a messy sleep schedule, stayed up for a long time and went to sleep even later.

You woke up early.

At first it was okay, both of you had bags below the eyes, but you still felt okay.

But the longer and the more you did that play, the more your body had to pay, and you only noticed how bad it was for your health when exams were near and you were trying to sleep a bit and to study for the next day - it was no use.

Your tears were falling as you were looking at the black ceiling.

You sighed and noticed that it was serious, what you did to your body.

The doctor already prescribed you meds. Between sleeping pills, you also had to take something for your panic attacks, and the worry of not sleeping was giving you even more attacks.

You turned around and closed your eyes, praying and praying to God to make you finally fall asleep, without succeeding.

And finally, you had enough. After way too many hours straight of not sleeping, you tried to get up, go to the bathroom, and take the sleeping pills you were trying to not use.

While waiting for them to do their work, you quickly finished a few things, thinking you had enough time to clean up the room so that Yoosung wouldn’t collapse at the sight of your room.

However, you never thought that Yoosung would have a totally different view this time and before you could even stop your dizziness, or at least hold onto something, your eyes went black and your body went limp.

You stayed alone on the floor until the next morning, seven hours later, when Yoosung found you and called an ambulance.

,,YOUNGSTERS THESE DAYS ARE CRAZY!’’ the doctor hissed at Yoosung while you were laying in bed.

An IV was hanging on you, trying to nullify whatever you left out in the last few days.

,,If you really love her, you will take care of her and yourself! Go to sleep early and for God’s sake eat regularly!’’ he kept telling Yoosung, a crying mess, while he remembered all those times the two of you did the most dangerous stuff to your health, thinking it was funny…

Jaehee

,,I wish you had told me…no, I wish I would have noticed,’’ Jaehee whispered next to you, your eyes closed as you were catching up on the sleep you lost in the last few days.

Jaehee on the other hand was almost dying with regrets as she held your hand strongly in hers, trembling for your life.

Even though she was assured that you would survive, she was somehow fearing for your life and she couldn’t manage to lose one more person in her life, someone who meant the world to her.

Your mother died half a year ago. It was the most traumatic experience you ever had to go through and Jaehee supported you through it, although she didn’t know how serious it really was.

Whenever you rejected her food, she just brushed it off as a sign that you weren’t hungry.

Whenever you sent her late night messages, she thought you woke up in the middle of the night, thinking of her.

But she didn’t know that you were falling into depression and that you were struggling and in pain.

Jaehee didn’t notice.

And so it happened that you actually collapsed in your own home. No one knew or heard anything and you must have been out and alone for at least six to seven hours.

No food, no drink.

Dark rooms, sleeping pills all over the cold floor next to you, and the paramedics guessed that before you could even take them, you must have collapsed.

The truth was much darker.

You were restless and didn’t sleep for way too long, being scared and nervous. The doctor came up with the resolution that you must have felt sick and still took the medicine, collapsing a bit afterwards.

Jaehee didn’t even want to know how or why it happened, in fact she just wanted you to wake up, hug you, stay by her side, and never ever feel so devastated…

Saeyoung

The red haired man knew that you were dealing with insomnia.

He knew that you were weak against stress, a person filled with anxiety and thoughts, and still he filled you with stress and gave you a few scares since he himself was at the end of his nerves and gave you a lot to think about.

He was lonely and abused and you tried to take all his sadness in you, trying to help him and support him, forgetting your own body and not caring about it.

You were a fan of hacking and decided that it would help him to relax, knowing how his brother was since apparently his friend didn’t share much.

You were left days without food and drinks, you forgot to go to sleep, and once you fell asleep you woke up a few hours later, not really refreshed and unable to go back to sleep.

You were the first one between the both of you to live for the hacking.

However, your skills were soon handled as a weapon for your own health.

Saeyoung found you after you didn’t answer his phone, and being him, he was scared you left him.

Still, he decided to go and check on you, finding the worst - your lifeless body on the floor.

His first call was Jihyun and luckily, he quickly calmed the young man down, telling him that you weren’t dead, but just out.

Nevertheless, Jihyun decided to call a good friend of his, Jumin Han, who made sure to send someone.

When you woke up, you found yourself in the arms of Saeyoung, his cold, wet cheek pressed against your head as you heard him sniffle.

,,I thought I lost you… I had so many thoughts going through my head when I saw you there,’’ Saeyoung gasped. You didn’t register the situation until you woke up a second time.

,,The pills I took weren’t working with my body?’’ you asked after you tried to find out the reason for your collapsing.

,,Let’s look out for each other and make sure that no one gets hurt or is in pain, Mc…’’ Saeyoung begged you when he kissed your head once again, before both of you finally fell into a deep slumber.

Saeran

You groaned annoyed after turning off the third ,,hypnotizing sleeping video“.

Nothing helped.

You couldn’t fall asleep till late at night.

And if you for once could close your eyes, you immediately woke up an hour later.

The world around you seemee to make you want to go crazy.

You could feel different emotions build up in you and that’s when you decided that you couldn’t handle it on your own anymore.

The doctor did prescribe you medicine, however, you never wanted to take it since you still believed in trying it yourself - until tonight that is.

Without reading anything on the package or similar, you took two pills. Perhaps this was your mistake as you should have read everything and been informed about the symptoms you could have while taking them.

You laid awake for another bit until you decided to grab your phone to inform Saeran, your boyfriend, that you would like to sleep a bit more in the morning.

You could just type down his name and send the message before your head felt as if it was spinning, as if you were riding something, making everything spin around crazily.

You couldn’t hold onto yourself anymore and collapsed - without finishing your message.

Saeran in the morning had totally different worries.

You were a bit late, you didn’t finish writing your issue while messaging him, and he was scared.

Being so intelligent, he tried to hack into the CCTV of your house, only seeing that no one came into or left your apartment.

However, he was worried.

Listening to his gut, the boy visited you at home and when you didn’t open the door, he had nothing left but to open the door, luckily knowing the password.

He gasped when he saw you. You hurt yourself around your temple and were unconscious laying on the floor.

Five seconds.

It took him five seconds to gather you in his arms, carrying you like a princess and notice that you lost weight.

Ten more seconds until he yelled at the nurse to help you and three hours until you woke up.

But when you did, Saeran was already preparing some fruit for you and a lot of water and promised that he would help you with your sleeping problem…

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21.09.2022 // 22:12 MEST

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im-not-a-simp-i-swear · 2 years

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"PLEASE JUST GO TO BED.."

Scenario: lucifer gets sick but refuses to rest because of all the work he has to do

(Im sick as of writing this but just like the scenario, i have work to do..)

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Today was a long day for everybody in the devildom, infact it was long enough to lead to almost everyone going to sleep was nightime arrived, everyone except one stubborn busy demon.

The avatar of pride could not go to sleep now, he had alot of paperwork to finish for tommorrow for Diavolo, he had been working all day and only got to eat some food thanks to you bringing it over to him. Even then Lucifer didnt bother taking breaks, he'd only get up from his office for some coffee.

As he checked every paper and did his job he noticed his eyes feeling itchy and his throat feeling scratchy. Not much was thought about this since he hadnt really been paying attention to his needs today. He took a sip of his coffee and didnt think much of it, but then the itchiness came back and he was having a hard time breathing properly. A cough came out of nowhere and it was then that the demon realized what was about to happen. He couldnt get sick tommorrow.

Seeing as he was almost done however (and as the household was completely quite) he decided to call it a day and go to bed. It was only a couple of pages that needed some signing left so he decided to do so tommorrow before handing it over to the prince tommorrow.

He got up and head to his room, but not before drinking some water and taking a pill to help out. "I'll be fine tommorrow" he thought, plus even if he ended up sick he would still be able to work, its not like he has ever gotten bad enough to die hahaha...

A few voices came from the hallways that were loud enough to wake up the eldest. Lucifer opened his eyes but they quickly closed afterwards. He then felt like his whole body was being dragged back to bed as he attempted to get up. Did he stayed up that late? But he still manages to wake up early anyways.

Then it came, a noise he did NOT wish to hear.. a cough. In fact the cough was bad enough to leave his throat aching, to make matters worse he felt his nose runny and a headache bad enough to kill a man.

By pure magic he finally got up and went to get ready for today, still the hot shower and light breakfast didnt help him at all. His entire body felt like it was cooking and he really just couldnt stay standing for long enough. His brothers and even you could tell something was off, but when asked if he was alright he would put on his mask and answer yes.

In the council room Lucifer was finishing his work, it was just a few pages left anyways. Problem was it felt like there was more work than he remembered... maybe he didnt count correctly last night? No no no he did find the exact same amount of yesterday's work missing to be finished. He took a heavy breath as he felt again so tired and he rubbed his eyes to stay open and to stop the aching. He cant be sick right now, there is so much to do today! If he didnt do it then who would??

Class felt even longer than finishing that work. He ended up scibbling onto the missing paperwork just so he could make it to class in time. His head was still pounding, and his body felt like it was going to shut off at any moment now. He could barely understand what the teacher was saying without hearing an annoying echo in the background. He had tried to drink some water before class but he couldnt do so in time, he drink some now but his body was aching hard enough for him to not wanna move.

You and Mammon just so happened to be in the same class at that moment and you could tell that something was wrong. Mammon did so too, and while he was convinced that lucifer would just give you two the same answer as this morning, you two still decided to ask him after class if he was ok again.

You saw him leaving down the left hallway so you called him out. He didnt turn arounf however.. you tried again with the same result. Third time was fortunately the charm, however he didnt seem happy to see you two.

"You sure you're good?" Asked Mammon standing behind you. "Yeah you seemed pretty distracted during class today" you add to his question.

"I said im.. fine" he took a moment to finish his response, his headache was only getting more and more worse. You placed a hand on his shoulder and asked if he was sure, "its ok if you dont feel well, Diavolo's event is later today anyways and there is enough time for you to at least take a nap".

"No, really im great," he said still avoiding eye contact with you two. This wasnt the lucifer you knew so you decided to lift his face and confirm his words. His eyes had heavier bags than usual and his looked awfully pale, yes more than he usually gets, the only parts of his face that wasnt snow white was his nose and cheeks, which were very red. "Lucifer you're burning" you tell him as you feel his forehead with your backpalm.

Mammon continued to stand behind you but was now more concerned than before. "MC im fine" lucifer tells to you again, his voice sounding more affirmative than before. Still Lucifer was your friend (probably more depending who is reading this), and you couldnt bear to see him try to work to death.

The event Diavolo had been planning all week was just about to start, the prince seemed really excited as well as some of the brothers. Before officially starting however the prince wished to check on everyone one last time. He had to make sure you were all prepared. "Beel, belphie, do you two have everything ready?" He starts checking. The twins nodded. "Satan, MC, Asmo?" You and the forth born nodded as well. "Mammon, levi?" They responded with a yes. "Luc...ifer? Are you alright? You seem.. tired" asks the prince as he sees his right hand man starring at the horizon, at this poitn everyone could tell he wasnt well. He just nodded as a response as well.

"Lucifer you do have to participate if youre feeling bad, its ok" says Simeon as he leans slightly forward, with the younger angel behind him. Lucifer doesnt respond this time, instead his breathing becomes unsteady again and he proceeds to lose his balance. Its a good thing that you were next to him or else he wouldnt plopped to the floor. He tries to say something bad he felt so ass he couldnt anymore.

As he passes out everyone starts to panic. You could only carry him in your arms for so long before Mammon and Beel walked up to help you lay him down. You sat next to his head to hold it correctly so when he wakes it his neck doesnt feel sore. Simeon and Solomon also walked up to see what to do. Diavolo however would end up being the one to come up with a plan on what to do.

Everything seemed blurry as Lucifer finally opens his eyes again. He still didnt feel any better but at least he was in his room again. "Wha... where.. what happened?" He asks to himself. You walk in however with a wet warm towel and answered his question. "You passed out Luci, you seem to have caught a nasty fevet" you tell him.

You place your hands on his shoudler and order him to lay down so you can place the towel on his head. You have to use the pact between you two so he can actually get better becuase (knowing him) he would just get up again and try to get back to work. "What about the.." he tries to ask but you interupt him, "the others have it undercontrol, but it will end early so your brothers can help out". Its funny how you manage to respond his questions without him even finishing them, but it is very frustrating to have to use your pact so he can rest. Lucifer just refuses to stay in bed doing nothing, he has work to do.

"Lucifer-"

"MC i cant stay here i'm very busy today"

"But Diavolo ended up giving you the rest of thr week off until you get better"

"Im already feeling amazing, thanks for the help but-" just then he feels his body give up on him again and he falls to the floor.

"I.." you sigh before activating the pact again, "lucifer please just go to bed.." you tell him.

With that you manage to get him back to bed and you decide to keep an eye on him the remaining of today. There are moments when he tries to get up and leave but you manage to catch him just in time. You also make sure he eats well and takes his medecine so he can get better. Once nightime arrives again the others arrive and decide to give you a hand as well.

Thanks to teamwork and ALOT of patience with the eldest Lucifer finally gets better. It did took the rest of the week for him to get better but whats important is that the avatar of pride isnt sick anymore, and he even thanks you and the rest of the gang for helping him :)

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Sorry if this is messy but i really do feel like trash right now so i wrote this mess, depending on this post i might to a sequel or write another fic where the brothers dont have MC to help out, it would be a fun crack fic :)

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sereniv · 3 months

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its so hard to find the balance of being informed and knowing whats happening, and focusing on my mental stability.

bc on one hand no matter what i do it feels like i cant just block it all out. it feels wrong. and i mean block everything. as in ignoring every post, not reading anything thats going on in palestine. or any other place

to just pretend like its not happening is not something I feel comfortable doing even if it might help mentally. but i dont even think id be able to

i dont need to see the videos or the pictures or read graphic summaries. and that is enough, is to even do the bare minimum

but even the bare minimum feels like too much.

and lately no matter how much i distance myself from it all its already in my head

and sometimes it feels like im off my pills. when i used to have strong delusions of reality being a simulation or of being watched etc

paranoid delusions and shit like that

like when i say i feel like im going insane i literally feel it. it feels familiar. but worse in a lot of ways

like i know what is happening is real but i can barely comprehend it.

i know what i see is real but through a lense its easy for my brain to just be confused at what im seeing. or hearing.

its a simialr feeling to when we read about the holocaust in school and when i saw pictures and read personal accounts.

i knew that it was real, it felt real to a point, but its like it didnt feel real in a way like so shocking that it causes dissociation

and like im doing the most i can do for myself. because theres no ignoring everything bc i already know its happening.

and now i have to manage my psychosis that im keeping at bay. and then ofc on top of that taking care of my grandma and both pets

amongst other things

i havnt felt this bad in a long time.

luckily i have stuff to distract myself but its like

always on in the background of my mind. it feels so claustrophobic like i want to break things

its hard to keep the right mindset and not just blow up at people, or to be 'reactionary'. which, i mean emotions first thoughts second.

its hard to push that down and act appropriately and normally. and to actually be able to think about what im saying

like its so hard to not cry or dream about this stuff. and like weed doesnt even help, and theres no way im going back to drinking

so its like i just have to raw dog the emotions.

idk maybe ill try edibles again, bc the smoking just isnt good for me

i just hope at least my grandma is able to get out of pain bc im getting so stressed im starting to think about adopting my pets out again just to be able to function

having to take misha out every 20 minutes fucking sucks. having to feed them sucks. having to take her out and scoop and to scoop cowboys cat box sucks

and im not getting enough sleep but at the same time somehow getting too much sleep

and then my tablet needing a replacement

and my room is a mess and trying to keep the dishes clean but they pile up every few days

and then just wanting to enjoy something like food and all im eating is gluten and its making me physically ill and in pain and tired

im dehydrated bc i drink at most an 8 oz glass of water a day, but on average a cup

which makes my muscles weak, im having trouble breathing

somehow im keeping it together

luckily im back on my meds

my grandma could die soon when she gets surgery and i really hope that doesnt happen bc i can not handle that rn at all

its just too much

also going to turn 31 this month when it feels like i turned 30 just a handful of months ago

so idk how i feel about that

i just feel physically sick rn. i should be sleeping but my sleep schedule is fucked up so i dont end up sleeping until like noon or 7am

#Just venting #just me stuff i need to get out #i dont need comfort this is just pure venting to destress a little

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night-creeps · 5 months

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Im so eepy. Ran out of one of my sleep meds and my doctors gone for the next month, and turns out the other sleep med doesn't help as much as I thought it did. Back to taking a mouthful of nyquil before bed but even that doesn't help as much as it used to. So a request from your local insomniac, if you can fall asleep without pills please cherish it. Value it. Well and truly.

I went a long, long time assuming that when characters on tv and in movies could just lay down and go to sleep it was 'artistic liberties'. Even before I had a phone, I would stay up for hours reading. And when my books and flashlight got taken away I would sneak into the hallway and watch the TV shows my mom was watching (which were cop procedurals and/or henerally violent or scary shit she wouldn't watch when I was awake) and before that I would lay in bed for a long time and get scared because the dark started to look like it was moving.

So when I finally had a phone, of course I spent hours sitting on it until I fell asleep. I didn't know how else to pass the time. And doctors never believed me when I said it wasn't the phone causing my insomnia, the phone usage was a symptom of it. Eventually I found the words to explain it, similar to what I just said about being a kid staying up. Because I could never go to the doctor and feel comfortable lying and saying I managed to put my phone away for the night and still couldn't sleep. Because I would sit there for anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour and a half before giving in and pulling out my phone. But I eventually found the words to explain that the problem existed before having a phone. And I finally had a doctor who took me seriously, something I hadn't had my entire childhood and teenage years, so I actually got to try different medications until I found one. The one time I had brought it up with my psychiatrist he gave me a medication that caused drowsiness, but all it did was make my body tired. It was the worst week of my life, because my body didn't even have the energy to move but my brain was WIDE awake. So I would lay there for literally upwards of an hour, trapped in my own body and I didn't even have the energy to distract myself. And when I told him it didn't work he just concluded that I didn't actually have sleeping problems and that was the end of that conversation until I started seeing a family doctor regularly. And I told him, how there was a very big difference between drowsiness and sleepiness to me. That drowsiness was what I needed, because sleepiness only ever affected my body. Even when not caused by medication. I would spend days completely exhausting myself and I still couldn't sleep. So we started to expirement, testing out different meds that help insomnia. We didn't touch hypnotics/sedatives because he was hesitant to make me reliant on medication like that so young. But we found one that worked. And it was one of the biggest moments of "oh this is what normal people feel like." I could start feeling tired, and then put down my phone, and then FALL ASLEEP. This was not something I had ever been capable of. And I realized that other people HAD been capable of it. It was a big thing thar convinced me to start advocating for myself more in a medical setting. Not only because I had a doctor who BELIEVED what I said at face value, but because it was so fucking mind blowing how long I had been suffering like that. And I told myself I would never, EVER, take sleep for granted again. Because holy shit, it's incredible being able to sleep for 8 or more hours and wake up well rested.

I didn't really mean to turn this into a rant, but it's just so hard being back to not being able to sleep. I spent 18 years not sleeping properly, I've done my time. So if you somehow made it this far, please. For me. For anyone in your life with sleeping problems. For anyone else out there struggling with sleep. Value the rest you can get. The next time you're laying in bed about to fall asleep please take a moment to be grateful for it. It's one of those things that you well and truly do not think about until you can't do it properly.

#insomnia #vent post

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drei-mrssvechii · 2 years

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lay with me | o. power

this fic is a request

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pairing: sick!owen power x reader

warnings: migraines, illness, mentions of overthinking.

a/n: sorry for the wait and thanks for your request!! hope you enjoy and give lots of love to it!!

you hadn’t heard from owen for a few days. he wouldn’t answer your calls to then just tell you he was fine and very busy because of finals. you were worried. he cancelled all of your plans and it was hard to catch him on campus, to which you thought he wasn’t even attending classes.

the whole situation was leading you into a spiral of overthinking the things. why was he avoiding you? your best guess was to confront him.

you: are you mad at me? you won’t talk and i keep wondering if i did something wrong.

an answer never came and you weren’t willing to let the doubt consume you, so you took matter into your hands and went over to his place so you could talk about what was going on.

you knocked twice, wondering if someone was even inside. then the door opened, showing your boyfriend, and the dark, messy room behind him.

“hey,” he blurted out, voice rough as he spoke.

“oh god, is this why you’ve been ignoring me? have you thought-”

“shh,” owen stopped your ramblings with a painful expression “my head is pounding, i don’t mean to be disrespectful but this is not the best time for us to talk.”

“right” you mumbled. you were mad, yet you couldn’t help but care about him so you approached him, placing your hand in his forehead. owen closed his eyes almost instantly and leaned into your touch. you took him to bed and searched for the thermometer.

“you’re burning” he didn’t answer “have you visited a doctor?, you don’t look great.”

“already did,” he seemed tired and there wasn’t much you could do, so you stood there helpless not sure of what to do next “apparently it’s a seasonal thing or whatever...i already took all of my pills”

“is there anything i can do for you? bring you a snack, some water?”

“come lay down with me” he said almost whispering

“owen... as much as i’d like, you’re sick. we can’t risk the two of us being sick”

“please” you sat next to him and owen pulled you closer. you finally laid by his side, owen nuzzled his face on your neck and you started caressing his hair, he hugged you tighter.

“how are you managing school though? what about classes and your assignments-”

owen laughed softly “don’t worry, i’ll get to it later. could you please continue doing that thing with my hair? oh and be quiet for a little while. the migraine is killing me.”

“is this your respectful way of shutting me up?”

“mhm”

“sleep. i’ll wake you up later for dinner.”

just like that, he fell asleep in the comfort of your arms while you watched him sleep and the migraine slowly faded away.

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secretbangtnn · 3 years

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Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

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darleneslover · 2 years

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Spencer Reid x reader who has insomnia?

(sorry if that sounds too vague–I saw that you write for Spencer and got REALLY excited so oop-)

tysm for requesting and sorry for taking this long :( hope you like it!

summary: reader wakes up spencer late at night and worries about their sleep disorder causing troubles in their relationship, spencer comforts the reader with sweet words, affirmations and facts (angst x comfort)

“late night sorrow”

It’s late, you don’t know exactly what time it is but by the look of the street and the silence outside you know it was past midnight, You always struggled with insomnia but this week somehow it managed to get worst after your medication stopped working but luckily Spencer was aware of it and he even started his own research to find a new medication for you to try, he read all weekend about how sleeping disorders affect the brain and more. he knew that it wasn’t easy for you but was proud of how well you managed it.

“Love?” Spencer said with a raspy voice interrupting your thoughts.

“Did I woke you up? I'm really so-” Spencer cut you off with a soft, sweet kiss in the forehead.

“You didn’t woke me up I promise” he said while putting his hands in your face and rubbing softly you cheeks

You looked at your clock and said out loud:

“Fuck! It’s 4:30am and we have to work tomorrow, what if we have a case? what If I make a horrible mistake because I’m tired? And now you are awake! God I’m so sorry for doing this to you. It’s always the same! You sleeping peacefully while I’m in my cellphone googling tricks to fall asleep In 5 minutes. I just don’t know what to do anymore” You said in the verge of tears, disappointed at yourself or maybe even at your doctor for not prescribing you “good enough pills”

Spencer sat down and turned the light on

“hey hey hey listen to me” he said grabbing your hand.

“This is not your fault okay? Nothing bad is going to happen because you are tired. You know why? Because I’m here with you and I’m going to spend the rest of the night taking care of you alright darling?” he said smiling and staring at your eyes with a concerned yet caring look

“Spence” you said with a sad face

“I’m just really tired of not understanding what’s happening to me. I just want to be normal.” you said angry at yourself

“Okay, first at all you are a normal person your brain just works a little bit different you see the The hypothalamus contains groups of nerve cells that act as control centers affecting sleep and arousal they receive information about light exposure directly from the eyes and control your behavioral rhythm and that’s why some people with damage to the SCN sleep erratically throughout the day because they are not able to match their circadian rhythms with the light-dark cycle.” He stated

“So? It’s about the light?” You asked

“well it could be. I mean they can be multiple causes and actually-”

You interrupted him with a kiss it was short and sweet but meaningful at the same time

“Thank you”

“For what?” He asked

“For making me feel better about myself” you answered

“Im glad to help and I meant what I said earlier, I’m going to spend the rest of the night taking care of you okay? Just tell me if you think of something that could make you sleep and I’ll do it for you. I mean it (y/n) whatever you need from me I got you” spencer said looking at you

“I got really lucky with you, didn’t I?” you asked

“Yes you did.” He replied smiling

#criminal minds #spencer reid fic #spencer x reader #criminal minds fanfiction

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willsimpforanyone · 3 years

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oooh i see your requests are open!! can i ask for tonynat with a sibling dynamic?? maybe older sister!nat making sure her idiot younger brother stays healthy?

im going to spam your inbox with requests, i hope you don't mind

omg omg hi!! you are so welcome to request anything you like as much as you want my love!

we're going back to 2012, with all the avengers living in the compound

slight tw, there is mentions of pills and drugs but it's just paracetamol, and nat and tony joke about implied death bc they're both depressed bastards and i love them

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The compound was silent. It would be odd otherwise, Nat thought as she wandered the halls. The lights were usually motion activated, but Jarvis turned them off at night to not disturb those who were asleep, so she was free to walk around as much as she liked when the nightmares got to her.

Hang on. Not completely silent. Just down the hall from her, there were noises, like metal being screwed.

Nat frowned. No one else should be up. She padded her way along the hall, listening carefully for where the sounds were coming from. They led her down a flight of stairs with seventeen steps (it helped her anxiety after nightmares to count), past eight different rooms until she reached... Tony's lab.

She rolled her eyes, a fond smile playing at her lips, and she pushed open the door.

The man himself was sitting on one of the tables, a welder in one hand and some kind of small metal contraption in the others. Nat wrapped her cardigan around herself against the slight chill in the room.

"Hey."

Tony's head snapped round, only barely masking his surprise. "Hey Four-Legged Spider, what're you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep." Nat hopped up on the table opposite him. Now that she was closer, she could see that Tony was paler than usual, his skin shiny with sweat and his hands were shaking slightly. "What about you?"

"Me neither." He clocked her slightly worried expression. "You know me, always tinkering." He waved about the metal thing in his hand. "Just a little something for Captain Liberty And Justice."

"Tony, you look awful, go to bed." She aimed a kick at his legs, but she was too far away and it was half-hearted at best.

He merely smiled. "I'm fine, get out of my lab."

"Fuck off," she smiled back, no malice behind her words. "I'm allowed to be anywhere I want. Now get your ass off the table and come with me to the kitchen, I know you haven't eaten all day."

Tony groaned, but allowed himself to be pulled off the table and walked out the lab. Nat looped her arm in his, leading him down the hallway (past six rooms) and into one of the small kitchens, designed specifically for when Tony was an idiot and didn't eat for days on end.

"Sit, idiot," Nat pushed him towards a barstool next to the counter. "I'm making you food."

"You can't cook for shit," Tony laughed, steadying himself on the stool. Nat swatted at him, and started cutting bread.

"It's just toast, even I can manage that, asshole." Nat popped the bread in the toaster, and sat next to Tony. "I wasn't kidding when I said you looked like shit, Tony. When did you last get some proper sleep?"

He shrugged, looking worse in the fluorescent lights. "What counts as proper sleep nowadays anyway?"

Nat rolled her eyes. "I'll take that as a 'definitely not recently'." She lightly punched Tony's arm. "We worry about you, y'know."

There was a pause, and the toast popped out the toaster. Nat slipped off the stool, retrieved a plate, knife and the butter from the fridge. Buttering the toast, she continued. "I worry about you. You're going to eat this, then taking some kind of medicine and going the fuck to bed." She slid the toast over to him.

Reluctantly, Tony began eating the toast. "Some kind of medicine?" He said, his mouth full. "That's vague and somewhat untrustworthy."

Nat grinned, winking. "I'm sure I'll find something for you to go to sleep for a long time."

Tony stuck his middle finger up, but grinned back anyway.

There was silence while he finished his toast, only broken when Nat took the plate away, washed it and put it back in the cupboard. She held out her arm for Tony to take, and the two of them made their way upstairs (two flights of stairs, each with seventeen steps and twenty-five rooms) to Tony's bedroom.

Nat dumped Tony on the bed, and padded over to the ensuite to rifle through the medicine cabinet. "Hey, you don't have much but you have paracetamol, want that?"

"Will it put me to sleep for a long, long time?" Tony's strained laugh followed his question, and Nat simply rolled her eyes. She grabbed the pills and filled the glass by the sink with water, carrying it out to Tony who was lying starfished on the bed.

"Get up bitch, take your drugs."

Tony groaned, but sat up, shooting Nat a grateful smile as he swallowed two of the paracetamol and chugged the water.

Nat took the glass and looked pointedly at Tony. "Now go the fuck to sleep before I make you."

"Ooo, I'm tempted by that threat, but unfortunately in order to sleep you need to get out and go to bed yourself so off you go, Cherry Bombshell, you need your beauty sleep." Tony made a shoo-ing motion with his hands, and threw himself back in the bed.

"Oh piss off," Nat grinned. Her smile softened. "Goodnight Tony."

He smiled back, just as softly. "Goodnight, Natasha."

She backed out the room, and closed the door with a tiny click. There were nine rooms between the two of them, and she counted as she walked to her own room. Her nightmare anxiety hadn't gone away, but she was more tired, less filled with adrenaline than she had been half an hour, forty-five minutes ago.

Sleep was worth another go.

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i very much hope you enjoyed! i love the tonynat dynamic, thank you so much for requesting!

#tony stark #natasha romanoff #tony imagine #natasha imagine #tonynat #siblings #best friends #tony x natasha #nat #tony #marvel #avengers #avengers compound

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h0neyjaehyun · 3 years

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☁︎ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 ☁︎

Summary // Tali's period decided to pay a visit and everyone now gets to see what some girls go through.

Characters // Talia Flores + Nct 127 + Nct Dream (Except : Jaemin Mentions: Her mother)

Era / Year // November 2017

Word Count //

⚠️Warning⚠️ // Periods??

As many people do, people go through puberty, and Talia is no different. As most people call it, she pulled a Jungkook on us. She also had her period, the boys were ready for it and everything, but she never really showed signs she was on her period.

She got her period when she was 13 years old, and has it every 3 -4 months. She is irregular, but usually in that span she would get it, unless she is on a diet that is quiet dangerous then no period at all. When she does have her period the side effects she has is cramps, headache, nausea, and last but not least mood swings her mood swings are more emtional, like she cries more easily. Talia is one to be able to control her mood so mood swings she is able to hide pretty well but sometimes she slips up.

During the trainee days the boys didn't really care about her period, thats until they started living with her remember oh yeah, periods.

They don't ask, and she doesn't say, why? Cause she feels awkward asking them for stuff like pads, or ibuprofen etc. So she asks her personal manager or one of the girls from Blackpink.

Thats when one day, her period decided, hey...you gonna be in pain.

Tali woke up to pain on her stomach and head, she groan out in pain knowing, today is gonna be a long day. She went to the bathroom and got tampons and ibuprofen, she sat on the ground for a second so the pill can work, she sighed in relief when it started working but knowing her body its gonna come back up in a couple hours maybe even minutes. She got up and saw all of dream preparing breakfast.

"Hey sleepy head, you woke up late, when did you sleep." Jaemin nagged at her.

"Hmm, I don't remember but Im still tired." She mumbled as she sat next to Jeno and layed her head on his shoulder.

They all looked her worried, she seemed more tired then usual.

"EVERYONE!"

Everyone turned to the door and they saw Mark at the door they all looked at him confused.

"Lets go, we are gonna be late to the recording."

He hurried them. Talia's face filled with annoyance but reminded herself, do not take it out on them, do not take it out on them, they are just reminding you just go change. She chanted to herself, as she went to her room. Mark noticed her tiredness, but decided it was nothing.

She changed, brung her stuff for her period and a brown bag, as she feels like since her pain is this bad, nausea is bound to happen which equals throwing up. She left her room and everyone was there and they left, she texted her personal manager say she has her period, but she might have to canceled the recording session since its bad.

She remembered that Karma said she went on birth control to stop her period and she thought about it but thought...no I can handle it...boy was she wrong today.

They got in the car and she could feel her pain comeback its just has been 30 minutes maybe a little more, and in the car out of all times she thought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying not to groan in pain.

They got to the company building as she was about to step down a sharp pain hit her abdomen, she yelped in pain and she she squeezed the door handle.

"Noona you okay?" Jeno asked as he was right behind and saw nothing could have hit her.

"Yeah I just...hit my finger on the door." She made a quick excuse. But the boys were not buying it, but they let it go. They walked in the building and went to the studio.

She sat down in silence as the boys were eyeing her. They knew about her period she just never shows it, so they don't know whats wrong.

"Lets start guys, who is gonna go first?" One of the producers asked mostly looking at Tali but she shook her head no, he got the hint and went on to Haechan. The boys saw the interaction, and now wondering whats wrong.

Tali moved up to the seat next to the producer. He whispered.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got it today, and its a bad one...you got a water?" She asked him and he knew what she meant. He grabbed a water and handed it to her.

"So thats why you canceled the recording?" Tali nodded

"Yeah, I took ibuprofen 30 minutes ago and my pain has comeback so I'm gonna take another one."

He nodded, she grabbed her pills thinking no one was looking, as it seems the boys were looking at their lines, but in reality they were all looking at her.

They were worried and then when she got pills out of her bag, they were even more worried. She took them and put them bag quickly. They were confused. They saw her lean back and sigh with relief.

"You wanna go next?"

"Yeah, while this pill is working." She whispered, she got up went in the studio and smiled at Haechan but when she got in return was a worried look.

"Whats wrong?" She said to him.

"I should be asking you that, are you sure you hit your hand on the door or are you in pain somewhere else,Noona don't lie to me." Haechan warned, since Talia is not a big lier but when it comes to her health and pain she does.

"I'll be fine, okay, if I can live a day of dieting I can live through pain, don't worry yourself. Im a grown woman." She shook her head playfully at him, making it seem she was okay.

He was half convinced she was okay but the other half he knew she was lying about being okay.

She started recording and managed pretty well. She left with Mark and Haechan to practice with 127 she went up first then the other two behind her. They were looking at her for any sign of pain or discomfort but couldn't find any.

They made it to practice and she smiled at the guys. The choreographer called Tali to him before they started.

"Hey you good? I know how bad your cramps and nausea get, just tell me when you can't handle the pain anymore or dizzy, cause I've seen it." He said, she nodded and smiled.

"I'll try."

He nodded knowing she will just fight through the pain like usual.

They continued practice, before they got there Haechan texted them that Tali is in pain but he doesn't know how. So they kept an eye on her, she noticed but decided to go through it like normal. Thats when her pill wore off on her kick in Cherry Bomb when she stood on leg, her legs gave up on her and her abdomen felt like it was getting stabbed.

They guys ran up to her Jaehyun catching her on her way down he could see her almost crying and whimpering in pain.

"I told you when you feel the pain stop practicing especially this time but nope." The choreographer shook his head and grabbed water and ibuprofen. Tali look at it and shook her head knowing her period it probably won't work.

"Its not gonna work, I already took 3." She huffed feeling her abdomen in pain, she groan in pain.

"Whats wrong?" Yuta asked her, worried why the girl is in so much pain.

"She got her period, today and its nasty one too." The choreographer explain.

"Take her home and someone stay with her, cause her period side effects are not the best."

"What side effects? I thought it was only cramps?" Mark asked innocently.

"Well yeah, but with her its a lot, for example she has, cramps and bad ones, headaches, and nausea. Sometimes mood swings but she is good at handling that." He explained the boys eyes widen theh look at Tali who is now curling up on Jaehyuns lap in pain.

"Okay we will take her home." Doyoung said.

"Jaehyun you carry her and Johnny grab her stuff. The rest look up what good to grab for a bad period and go buy it." Doyoung instructed. The members scattered wanting Talia not to be in pain anymore.

Jaehyun and Johnny when back home first and Jaehyun layed Talia on Haechan's bed he was about to leave when Tali grabbed his hand.

"No, please don't leave I don't wanna be alone." She whined, he chuckled and went under the blanket with her on his chest. He was petting her hair, but she still wasn't able to go to sleep because of the pain. They heard the boys come through the door thats when she got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. All the boys saw her run and they started to go after her and they saw her throwing up.

Yuta went quickly to hold her hair up and rub her back. She put her face up catching her breath then flushed the toilet and layed back on Yutas chest.

"Ah, sorry, when it gets this bad I have nausea, so you will probably see me in the bathroom a lot." She smiled at them apologetically.

"No no, you don't have to be sorry, but that means you are gonna have to eat more." Taeyong stated, Talia shaked her head vigorously no.

"Yes, you are gonna dehydrate if you don't." Doyoung slightly raised his voice at her. She was gonna glare at him but closed her eyes and turned Yutas chest and sank in his arms.

They boys could see her holding back her comments and attitude, which assumed were her mood swings then Yutas eyes widen which made them worried he picked up Tali's face which kinda spooked him how quiet she was crying.

"Oh oh why are you crying?" Yuta asked softly, knowing the result of a louder voice will probably make her cry even more. Doyoung's eyes widen as he felt guilt rush through him, as the others were surprised how quiet Tali was crying or she was crying in general.

"Be- because I don't deserve you guys a-and Doyoung raised his voice at me and I was gonna say something mean but I remembered he doesn't deserved it he just cares for mee~" She whaled at the end as Yuta hugged her head as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

You could see the guilt on Doyoung's face when she said that, and noted when on her period don't raise his voice. He went in and pulling her to him, she looked up at saw his face she was about to pull away but saw the caring look in his eyes.

"Sorry for raising my voice, Im not mad and you know that but can you atleast eat a snack here and there." He asked softly, she nodded her head cutely which made the boys even more soft because some people have ugly face when they cry and some don't. Tali doesn't, her cheeks and nose goes to a rosie color while her eyes dilate and she looks like a doll.

She was about to hug Doyoung but yanked back, and went to throw up in the toilet again. The boys winced at the action as the also see Tali holding her stomach, she leans back on Yut's chest again, as Yuta plays with her hair.

"Hey uh..." She hesitated.

"No tells us its okay." WinWin said trying to reassure her as she gave him doe eyes, he went soft.

"Can someone get my uh, heating pad." As she closed her eyes tightly, her hands on her abdomen.

"Of course princess." Taeyong said as he went to grab the heating pad and heat it up.

"Im gonna go make food okay." Doyoung said and kissed her head and left, she nodded. Now the boys were around the bathroom not wanting to leave Tali's side.

"Shoot." She whispered but everyone heard.

"What is it?" Haechan whispered but worried.

"Uh..." She still looked hesitant.

"Its okay, just tell us we will do it." Taeil reassured her.

"Uh can someone grab my bag for a...tampon." She said embarrassed. The boys smiled at her flustered state. Johnny got up and grabbed the the tampons but got confused.

"Uh Tali which one?" He held up a box filled with different tampons. Talia laughed but winced, the boys looked at her with worry.

"Im okay, its fine just give it to me but can you get out please?" She smiled. They nodded and left. Once she finished she opened the dorm to see a smiling Taeyong with her heating pad her put it on her abdomen and she sighed in relief, but then dream barged in.

"NOONA?"

The boys went to the bathroom where most of the boys were surrounded. They saw her laying on Taeyong looking at them with a surprised look on her face.

"Why didn't you tell us you were hurting, huh?!" Renjun raised his voice a little which wouldn't really matter if Tali wasn't on her period didn't consider it related to her mother. The dreamies and 127 members saw her eyes water and slowly she started to cry. Which threw off the dreamies.

"I-im sorry, I didn't want to bother you, and we were going to record which was al- already stressful so I didn't want you to look after your noona." Tali hiccuped as she cried, and the look on Renjun's face couldn't have felt more guilty, thinking he made Talia cry. Before he could say anything she said

"Im sorry I'm am emotional mess." Which broke them seeing her like that Taeyong held her head to his chest rocking her back and fourth.

"Shh its okay. We love you okay, remember that." He said kissing her head. Trying to rock her to sleep.

Renjun was standing there feeling guilty thinking he did something wrong to make Talia cry. But Doyoung went up to him and patted him on the back.

"You didn't do anything wrong, right now she is emotional, Haechan will expain the do's and don'ts that we have learn while she is on her period." Doyoung expain to the dreamies, they nodded and went to Haechans room.

They entered and Renjun was feeling guilty, yeah she was on her period but he felt like he did such a terrible thing. Haechan noticed.

"Yeah I saw, its fine it happened to Doyoung too, but what we have learned so far is that she has bad cramps, headaches, nausea and mood swings."

"Is that why she is in the bathroom?" Chenle asked, Haechan nodded.

The dreamies felt helpless, they cant do much for their noona.

Next day.....

Tali woke up in Haechan's bed, with Renjun hugging her, she guessed he felt bad for making her cry, now and now she felt bad for overreacting.

Then she stopped herself if she thought more about what happen she would cry again. She got up and saw everyone around sleeping, she felt guilty for making them worry but then she felt something and knew what was coming.

She ran to the bathroom which made everyone wake up and look around seeing Tali up which meant she went to throw up. They felt guity not being able to help. Renjun woke pretty fast and ran after her, he saw her throwing up and held her hair back and hugged her.

"You okay?" He asked softly. She nodded.

"I know its weird, but can you bring me a tampon any is fine." He nodded and left. She huffed and layed her head back.

"Im so going on birth control."

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Road Trip (Rafe,Kelce,Topper X Reader)

Takes Place before The Best Boys

Arguing over who gets to play music

Merging all your playlists together and putting it on shuffle.That means going from the Moana soundtrack to Good Girls Bad Guys real quick

The ending location is Kelce’s lake house in Maine

Swapping spots in the car at every stop (Mostly stops demanded by Topper who just wants a slushie from every state)

Rafe driving when you guys first take off,letting you hold his hand

After the third snack stop you sawp to sit in the back with Topper,Kelce going into the passengers seat.You and Topper would watch Finding Nemo together and you werent wearing your seatbelt,leaning against him.

You used your polaroid camera so often,snapping pictures of Kelce whenever you could,even getting some of Rafe driving.

“OOH!MCDONALDS!PLEASE!”Kelce shouted over the music,Rafe glancing at you through the mirror,asking you silently. “Dont look at me!Get the poor boy some McDonalds!”You exclaimed,Kelce fistbumping you as Rafe pulled up to the McDonalds,not quite at the microphone. “Okay,we’re about to go throught the drive thru.Does everyone know what they want?”He asked,sick of Topper never knowing what he was doing.The three of you nodded,the boys ordering cheeseburgers,large fries,McFlurries and a yogurt parfait to “stay fit”.Rafe looked over to you,asking what you wanted. “Just a caramel iced coffee and a happy meal please.”You smiled,still having food from the gas stations.

Kelce was only allowed to drive during daytime because he has terrible eyesight

“Fuck-they forgot my happy meal toy!”You exclaimed,disappointed.The second Rafe saw another McDonalds he pulled up to the drive thu,asking for a cheeseburger happy meal,checking it for a toy after the worker handed it to him,letting out a relieved sigh. “Thats a good one,too.It looks like a Marvel person.”He handed it back to you.

At four in the morning the four of you were looking for a hotel to stay the night in,Topper driving this time around.Rafe noticed you go pretty much limp in his arms,your phone slowly falling from your hands and onto your stomach.He grinned,whispering to Topper and Kelce to turn down the music.

When they finally did find a hotel you guys were somewhere in Pennsylvania,getting a room with two beds and a pull out couch.

You were pretty tired,falling asleep on one of the beds immediately while the boys went to the vending machines,Kelce looking for something other than an energy drink for you to take your vitamins with.He had come back with an apple juice,grabbing your pills from the backpack you chose to bring inside,waking you up. “Hey,princess.You gotta take your vitamins then you can go to sleep.”He grinned,placing your pills into your palm,opening the bottle of apple juice.

Rafe was too tall for the beds,ending up on the pull out couch while old Mickey Mouse cartoons played on the tv.

You were clinging to Kelce when you woke up.He was scrolling through his phone,his arm at a strange angle so he wouldnt accidentally hit you. “Morning.”He grinned,setting his phone down,moving his other arm so you could sit up. You rubbed your eyes,yawning.The shower was running and Kelce had told you that Topper went to go get coffee.At some point you had fallen back asleep,face pressed into the cold pillow when an iced coffee was placed on the table next to you.You heard the shower turn off,Rafe emerging with a towel around his waist,hunting for his backpack.You blinked a few times,thinking that he was naked for a second. “Can we stay here for the day?Im tired of being in the truck.”You grumbled,reaching for the coffee and stirring the sugar and caramel syrup that was stuck at the bottom.Topper nodded in agreement,glad to finally stretch out his legs. “Yeah,yeah okay.”Rafe nodded,sitting on the pull out,watching the tv,glancing to you and Kelce every once in a while.He heard his phone ring,heart dropping when he saw that it was Ward. “I’ll be right back.”He told you guys,accepting the call.He paced up and down the hall as Ward demanded to know where he was. “I told you for the past three weeks I was going on a trip with (Y/N) and the boys.”He answered,biting his lip. “I dont remember that.”Ward grumbled. “Its cause you dont listen to me.”Rafe answered,hanging up and turning off his ringer,huffing as he leaned his head against the wall.You came out shortly after,sweatpants and Kelce’s baggy shirt on your body. “Hey,you okay?”You asked.He nodded,sniffling.You didnt say anything else,hugging him.His arms were tight around you,kissing your forehead,eyes closing as he calmed down. “He’s so bitchy.”Rafe whispered,voice shaky.You nodded,pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I know,I know he is.But this is a fun little trip we’re having,right?”You asked,looking up at him.He nodded,his smile slowly coming back. “Right,so lets enjoy it.Lets go eat shit and watch stupid movies,i’ll even let you pick the movie.Even though its my turn-dont forget its my turn next time.”You grinned,tapping the tip of his nose.He chuckled,letting you drag him into the hotel room,sitting next to him on the bed.Topper had taken your polaroid camera from your bag,waiting for a good time to take a photo.Your arms were around Rafe,his head under your chin as he scrolled through the movies. “Isnt it (Y/N)’s turn to pick the movie?”Topper asked.You shrugged,not wanting to go into details.Rafe eventually picked a movie called ‘Shark Night’,a grin on his face knowing it would probably disturb you.You were on your phone most of the movie,a smile on your face as Rafe moved his face up so he could take a photo with you on snapchat,blue butterflies on his cheeks.You were oblivious to the fact of Topper taking a polaroid photo.It didnt matter how much it hurt him to see you and Rafe cuddling like a cute couple,you looked happy.He wanted to capture your genuine happiness in a photo,keeping the polaroid for himself.

Rafe had managed to stay clean for a bit of the trip,eventually doing a line in the hotel bathroom,pinching his nostrils so he wouldnt get a nose bleed.

Topper had went to go get you some fruit at a nearby grocery store,figuring that you’d be more comfortable eating something healthy.

He was right,watfching your happiness increase,loosening up as you ate a bowl of cherries and grapes.The second night at the hotel you slept next to-on top-of Topper,your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist.

The morning of the third day you guys got back in the truck,enjoying The Descendants soundtrack,stopping at a beach to watch the sunset and have a small fire.

New york was a crazy experience,the place too crowded for you to really enjoy yourself.The four of you stayed at an apartment that Topper’s mother owned because of course she had to own a random apartment in the middle of New York.You showered at the apartment,the place so cold that you had to take Topper’s long sleeve shirt from him,shivering against him.

Thats when you chose to watch Z Nation,accidentally catching feelings for 10k.You had also gotten some of the best polaroids of Topper and Kelce,including two of Kelce eating a cookie the size of his head.In the first he was biting into it,the second he was glaring at the camera,realizing you had caught him.You also got a polaroid of Topper doing meditation,headphones on and sitting on the floor.The polaroids from that trip stayed in your mini backpack and away from the others just incase the boys ever wanted to look through your polaroid stacks.

The boys also got plenty of photos of you on their snapchat and around one hundred in their camerarolls if they were all put together.

Once you guys finally got to the lake house it was nothing but laughs,camp fires,kayaking and dancing around

You and Topper decided to bake a ton of sugar cookies and frost flowers and waves on them,most of it just looking like melted blobs of color but it was still fun to do.

Sitting on the large couch and binge watching disney princess films as you all ate the sugar cookies

“We love a bisexual bitch.”Kelce grinned at the television.You guys were currently watching Mulan,one of Kelce’s favorites. “He really puts the bi in bitch.”You agreed.

Campfires were fun,roasting marshmallows.Rafe being the dumb bitch he is burnt all of his,eating one that had ashes on it,gagging.

You and Rafe went kayaking in the lake but you were paranoid as hell from the movie you guys had watched,wanting to turn around when you guys got to the deeper part of the lake.He had laughed at you,agreeing.You guys decided to just sit on the sand,his hand on your thigh as you sighed,looking out at the clouds.

You guys stayed at the lake house for around ten days,not wanting to leave the cozy place. “We should move here.Like,can you imagine all of us living together?That would all be fucking chaos.”You laughed,eyes closed as you laid on your back with a pillow under your head.Topper blushed,glancing outside one of the windows. “I feel like it’d be fun.”Kelce shrugged,flipping through the channels.

You and the boys had driven into town to the tourist shops,laughing about how you probably looked the same as the tourons in obx.You got a sweatshirt with the location on it along with a t shirt and a mug,a grin on your face when you saw Kelce looking at t shirts,figuring it would most likely end up on you more than it was on him.

The mornings were really fun,the air was cold and you could see your breath,the four of you drinking hot coffee outside and enjoying the sight of the water and the beautiful green trees.

Kelce had taken photos of plenty of leaves,claiming that they were ‘the chosen ones’

You guys found a farm stand,going and trying a ton of new things including a bottle of home made strawberry milk and dunking the leftover sugar cookies in it.

You guys even went to see a huge waterfall,Rafe doing a secret photo shoot of both the trees,the waterfall and you.

You found a really cool rock that was both shiny and green,giving it to Topper for his rock collection that only you knew about.

The drive back to North Carolina was kind of sad,missing the vibes of the house in the woods.You all decided to go back to your house and have a sleepover,not wanting to drive anymore than necessary.

“Can we get taco bell?”Kelce asked,half asleep against the window. “Bruh,I cant even think about food right now ill throw the fuck up.”You mumbled,reaching for his hand.It felt cold which was nice because you felt really warm for some reason,dragging him across the leather seat,enjoying how cold he was. “What are you doing?”He asked,not fighting it. “You feel cold.”You mumbled,clinging onto him.Rafe frowned,asking if you wanted him to turn the AC on higher.You nodded,enjoying the blasts of cool air.Luckily Kelce got his taco bell,eating only half of it before falling asleep.You felt the car pull into a gas station,Topper and Rafe swapping spots so Topper would be the one driving and pumping gas into the truck. “We’re almost there guys.”Topper told you and Kelce,the radio playing Billie Eilish quietly.When the truck stopped again you guys were at a motel,not far from the docks where you’d have to catch a ferry in the morning.Topper just carried you in,letting you sleep against him on the bed,only waking up to the alarm that had been set.

The ferry ride was a blur.Kelce’s silver car had been parked in his cousins garage,the four of you getting inside and driving right to your house,all of you going back to sleep in your living room.Poor Rafe didnt even make it onto the couch,falling asleep on your floor.You were all asleep until mid afternoon,Rafe having a slight sunburn on his nose,cheeks and forehead but not so bad that he needed aloe.Kelce was walking like a zombie,making coffees and hot pockets,serving them to you guys. “Shitting hell-you didnt take you vitamins last night.”He cursed,handing you the small fist full and grabbing you a water bottle.

“dammit-we have to redo the whole trip!I forgot to get a slushie in every state.”Topper huffed. “Fuck dammit,bottom!” “Well who’s fault is that?Who’s is it?Not mine” “Maybe you shouldve driven the whole time!” Topper pouted,all of you attacking him at once.

“I made a cool edit though,you wanna see?”Kelce asked you guys,excited as he went into his cameraroll,not waiting for an answer.There were clips of you guys in the car,screaming the lyrics to the Ever After High theme song,the next clip of you and Rafe cuddling on the pull out mattress,weird filters on your faces.The next was Topper trying to get chips out of the vending machine,nearly getting his arm stuck.

“Shut the hell up!Its almost my favorite part!”You shouted,shushing the boys as your favorite part of Rewrite The Stars came up.

“Im going to catch this frog-im gonna do it.”You were determined,squatting over the long grass,staring down. “Shit-I lost it!”You laughed.

Topper tried to balance a sugar cookie on his nose,failing and losing it to the couch. “NO!THAT ONE HAD A SUNFLOWER ON IT!”He cried,searching desperately for it.The camera then moved to you and Rafe laughing then to Kelce,a smile on his face as he glanced down at the phone screen.

It was all funnier than it shoulve been since the theme song to little einsteins was playing the background,the video ending with a video of you and Rafe battling eachother with pool noodles,Topper shouting about fowl hits and how it was ‘illegal in the land of narnia’

“Wow,freaking photographer ass.”Topper chuckled,making Kelce shrugged. “I mean,I learn from the best.”He smiled at you.

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ashketchup119 · 3 years

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Figuring It Out As We Go Chap. 1

Here we arreeee~ the fic i sat on for a month and a half before i decided to post it~

I got this in my head a couple days after reading the whole spicynoodles tag on ao3, because as yall have prolly figured out, if i run out of content for a ship, i usually begin making the content myself. After i post chaps 1 and 2, i’ll begin updating this every friday, like i do on ao3. I don’t know why i wrote this, but honestly i pumped out 4000 words of it in 2 hrs one night, so yall know im in love w it.

It’s got like, implied nsfw, some emotions on mk’s part, some other stuff goin on 👀 (also if ur emetophobic feel free to stop by the askbox or my dms to ask for a summary bc this might trigger u)

I hope yall like it!!

It had started off as a casual thing.

A release of post-battle adrenaline, the kind of thing MK and Red Son did and then immediately agreed not to talk about or repeat.

But they repeated it, again and again and again.

The sound of their labored breathing echoed throughout MK’s apartment as the two of them lay on the bed, finally spent. MK felt pleasantly drowsy, and basked in the final rays of sunshine that shone through his window.

“I have to go.” Red Son murmured from beneath him. “My parents will be looking for me.”

MK buried his face in the crook of Red Son’s neck, and bit back the words in his throat that sounded suspiciously like “stay, don’t go, let me fall asleep in your arms.” Dangerous words, ones that would make this situation even worse.

They both knew that this was possibly the worst decision either of them had ever made, but MK wondered when “a casual fuck” had turned into something more, something that pricked at his eyes and put words on his tongue. He knew he’d never tell Red Son about any of his blossoming feelings, but he found himself wondering about the demon more and more. He’d never stayed for breakfast, but MK wondered if he drank coffee in the mornings. Maybe he was a chocolate milk drinker. Maybe he drank tea. Did he like pancakes or waffles better?

MK wanted to know everything about Red Son, from the tiny, inconsequential things to the big, life-changing moments.

He just wanted Red Son, in every way.

MK’s breath caught in his throat, but he rolled to the other side of the bed so Red Son could get up. He stared up at the ceiling as he heard the shuffling of clothes next to his bed, and chewed on his bottom lip as he blinked back tears. He’d been very emotional lately, and the feelings swirling in his head didn’t help.

The rustling of clothes stopped, and he heard quiet footsteps head toward the window. He heard Red Son draw in a breath, then listened as the window unlatched and closed as he left.

MK sucked in a breath, then began to cry. He curled in on himself as sobs shook his frame. He cried for lost chances, bad decisions, and missed opportunities. He ached to be held, to be soothed, but the only person who could help him feel better had already left.

He cried until he could cry no more, tired and dehydrated as he was. Then, he showered, using cold water to shock him into awakeness and out of the post-coital funk. He felt slightly better after putting on some pajama pants, then went to his mini-fridge to see if he had any food.

Truthfully, the stomach issues he’d been fighting off and on for a couple months now made it difficult to find an appetite, but he figured it was better to eat something and hopefully absorb some of the nutrients than eat nothing. He’d even tried a liquid-only diet, but had thrown up the liquids too.

He picked a package of dumplings, then settled on the sofa to watch reruns of Monkey King: The Animated Series. Fifteen minutes later, he was once again in the restroom, this time throwing up what little he managed to eat of the dumplings. When he finished, he finally gave in and called the doctor.

“Thank you for calling the clinic, how may I help you?” The receptionist answered.

Mk cleared his throat before responding, “Yes, I’d like to make an appointment,” in his most grown up voice.

The sounds of typing came through the line, and the receptionist asked, “Name?”

“Uh, Qi Xiaotian.”

“Okay, we have an opening tomorrow at 1 PM. Are you available?”

MK thought it over for a moment. On the one hand, he’d have to call in sick, but on the other, Pigsy would probably let him, what with his stomach issues and all. “Yes, I am.”

“Good. See you then!” The line went dead, and MK hung up.

Then, he called Mei.

“Hey MK!” She greeted excitedly. “What’s up?”

“Hey Mei! Can you take me to the doctor tomorrow?” He asked, knowing that Pigsy was busy and Tang didn’t have a car.

Her voice immediately took on a tone of concern. “Okay, but are you okay?”

“Yeah, just an annoying stomach bug.” He replied casually, flopping on the bed as he sipped water from a water bottle. “They’ll probably just give me some pills and tell me to drink liquids. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Alright, but if it gets bad or you start throwing up blood or something, promise me you’ll go to the hospital?” Mei asked.

MK smiled as he replied, “Yeah, of course.”

It was nice to know that someone cared about him.

He just had to forget about Red Son and remember all the people in his life who loved him.

Mei hung up after that, and MK went back to their marathon. The episodes were ones they’d already seen, but there was a comfort in these older episodes, akin to wearing a nostalgia blanket. They snuggled with their favorite stuffed animal, and soon drifted into a heavy sleep.

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