#dont take your meds & go back 2 sleep

[doodlboy]

Man I just dreamt up the wildest twitter post & I don't even have twitter

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

part 4 of flames?? im HOOKED u dont get it we're actual masterminds

I'm sorry it took so long for me to put this out. I'll get to the 5th part this weekend:)

Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: You're trying to give Ethan a chance with your daughter, but Chad isn't so trusting.

Contains: Angst, a smidge of fluff, Ethan trying to learn how to be a dad, mentions of mental health.

A/N: Y'all...I'm convinced that some of you can read my mind because I'll think about something I want to write(esp. when it comes to spicy stuff), and then one of the sweet anon's on here will request it. I stg some of the things I've gotten requests for have made me fucking BLUSH.

After Ethan went to bed, you struggled to fall asleep. You still felt a little uneasy about him being in the next room over, and not having a true understanding of what he’d actually be capable of. Finally, the exhaustion kicked in and you drifted off. You woke up a few different times during the night when she started to cry, and Ethan ran in the room ever single time, desperate to help.

Once the sun started to peak through the gap in the curtain, you stirred awake and looked over to see River awake in the bassinet.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you said, scooping her up in your arms. She started to coo, the soft sounds making you smile.

You walked out of your room to the next room over, quietly pushing the door open as you saw Ethan in a deep sleep. You noticed his backpack on the ground in the middle of the floor, and started to think about how he needed laundry done. You reached down to grab it, before quietly sneaking back out of the room.

You went to the nursey to change River, before heading downstairs to play with her for a little bit. Once she fell asleep again, you grabbed his bag again, and went to the laundry room.

You started to pull stuff out of his bag, a few bottles of medication falling to the floor.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, reaching down to grab them. You started to look at the medication names and pulled out your phone to google them. One was for anxiety, one was for depression, and one was a really strong anti-psychotic med. It might’ve been wrong to be that nosey, but you needed a better understanding of his mental health.

You sat them down on the counter in the room before starting the laundry. He soon walked downstairs, desperate to find you.

“Hey,” you smiled, your face dropping once you noticed his nervous expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I need my meds,” he panicked, looking around for his bag.

“They’re in here,” you said, gesturing to the laundry room. He saw them all lined up, feeling a little shame as he reached for them.

“Thanks…if I don’t take them when I’m supposed to, I don’t act like myself,” he said, calming a little as he opened the bottles and got a pill from each one.

“Do you need water?” you asked as he shook his head, dry swallowing all three pills at once. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’m okay. You’ve already done so much for me,” he said, as you walked out, him following closely behind you.

You went to the living room, the two of you making small talk when your mom walked through.

“I’m going to work. I’ll be home late tonight, but I sent you some money for pizza or whatever you and your friends want to order tonight,” she said, before looking down to smile at her sleeping granddaughter. “She’s just so precious.”

You sleepily smiled at her, as she grabbed her purse to walk out the front door.

“When should they be here?” Ethan asked, referring to your friends.

“Actually,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time, “Any minute now.”

He started to get really anxious. He was hoping he’d have a little more time for his meds to kick in before he had to be face to face with more of the people he hurt, especially Chad. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was about to find out, as he heard light tapping on the front door.

“It’ll be okay,” you tried to assure him, as you got up to walk towards the door.

“Hey! Where’s that precious little angel?” Chad excitedly asked, turning the corner towards the living room. He stopped in his tracks the second he saw Ethan. The rage that built inside of him for months started to come to the surface as Tara walked in behind him, her eyes going wide. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Chad yelled, walking over to Ethan. He grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up, so he was face to face with him.

You bolted around the corner, trying to step between the two boys as Chad stared Ethan down.

“Sleeping baby, right there,” you said, gesturing towards River as Chad face softened a little. “I know you’re pissed, but you need to calm down.”

“Yeah, babe. Let’s go outside for a minute,” Tara said, as he let go of Ethan’s shirt.

He listened to Tara, as they started to leave the room. He turned to look at Ethan one more time before he softly spoke. “If you hurt either of them, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, he just stood there. He had so many different emotions on his face as he tried to pull it together, once again running through all the steps his psychiatrist drilled into his head before he was released from the hospital.

“You okay?” you asked, once Tara and Chad went outside.

He shook his head as he started to cry. You sat down on the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit with you. Your arms wrapped around him as he sobbed into your chest.

“I’m so sorry, for everything,” he cried, “I think I should probably go.”

You pulled away to look at him, “You knew how this could go…Don’t try to run away from us the second you’re making progress.”

He wiped his tears as he looked up at you, “I’m making progress?”

“Yes, Ethan. It’s going to take a lot more work, but you’re already doing such a good job with her. Don’t let anyone else make you feel like you aren’t supposed to be here with me…or be here with her.”

You felt yourself start to tear up as you heard Chad and Tara walk back inside. Ethan intently watched Chad, not knowing what to expect as he sat beside him on the couch.

“Why are you here?” Chad questioned; his voice significantly calmer than before. “You fucked your life up, so you come here to get her to put the pieces back together?”

“Chad, stop,” you warned, as Tara chimed in.

“Just tell him what you need to say, Chad. Don’t be an asshole. He is River’s dad,” she said, looking over to the sleeping baby.

Chad sighed, looking at Ethan, “I don’t fucking trust you, and I don’t like that you’re here. You fucking hurt me, dude. I defended you time and time again whenever you were accused of anything. You know how awful I felt when I found out you were a part of the reason we were fucking terrorized and almost killed?”

The guilt was all over Ethan’s face as he tried to think of the right things to say to apologize, but there weren’t any. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that it was going to take a lot for the people he cared about to even begin to trust him.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” Ethan finally said, as everyone’s eyes were on him. “I tried to stop it, I really did.”

“We know you did,” Tara said, as River started to wake up.

Chad got up and walked over to the bassinet to grab her. She stopped crying the second she was in his arms. Ethan watched the interaction, feeling sick to his stomach. You reached down to grab Ethan’s hand, attempting to comfort him before he had a chance to show the emotion that was building.

“We missed you,” Chad whispered to the baby, as he sat down beside Tara.

You let them bond with her as you sat with Ethan. “You’re still her dad,” you reminded him, as he nodded.

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Chad asked, noticing Ethan’s hand in yours.

“Oh, um…right now he’s just…trying to make things right,” you said, as his thumb rubbed against your hand. “He wants to be in her life, and I want to give him that opportunity.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? He doesn’t know the first thing about her,” Chad said, handing the baby to Tara.

“I’m trying to learn,” Ethan sighed, “I get it that you hate me. You have a good reason to, but I’m doing a lot better than I was.”

“Whatever you say,” Chad sighed, “She’s more forgiving than I am.”

Ethan nodded as you stood up. “I need to go put the laundry in the dryer. Please don’t try to kill him,” you said, walking away.

“Don’t we have to worry about him trying to kill us?” Chad joked, but you turned around, not thinking the joke was very funny.

“He’s working through things, stop intentionally trying to trigger him,” you said, as Chad’s eyes connected with yours.

“Sorry, dude,” he said, as Ethan mumbled “Thanks.”

After Chad and Tara started to get used to Ethan being around, you excused yourself to go shower. You wanted to take Ethan shopping to get anything he needed, and you had to look at least somewhat presentable before you could do that. You even put on a little bit of makeup, hoping to hide the dark circles under your eyes.

You grabbed Ethan’s laundry out of the dryer and took it upstairs. It didn’t take long to fold it because he really didn’t have much. When you went back down the stairs, you got a bottle ready for River, knowing she’d be hungry soon.

Like clockwork, she started to cry as soon as it came out of the warmer.

“Hey, can I borrow my kid?” you asked Chad, as he gently passed her over to you. “Thanks,” you smiled, sitting beside Ethan. “You want to feed her?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

Chad and Tara nervously watched him, but soon started to relax when they realized how gentle he was being with her. He’d gotten some practice during the feeding sessions in the middle of the night, but he was still terrified when it came to the burping part. He was scared he’d hurt her fragile little body, so he passed her off to you once she was done eating.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ethan said, going to the cart that extra baby blankets and clothes, and grabbed a burp cloth.

“Thanks,” you smiled, as he handed it to you. You adjusted her so she was laying on your shoulder, before patting her back. “Do you think you guys could babysit for a little bit?” you asked Chad and Tara.

“Of course,” Tara smiled, “Where are you going?”

“Ethan and I are going out for a little bit to get some things,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, unaware of the plan. “We talked about this last night,” you sighed, as he started to remember the conversation from the night before.

“Yeah, uh, I guess I should go change,” he said, getting up and heading up the stairs.

Once he was out of earshot, Tara started to whisper, “Do you feel safe going somewhere with him by yourself?”

“I’ve been here with him by myself,” you shrugged, as Chad started to shake his head.

“I know you want to give him a chance but is this really what’s best for you and River?” he asked, genuinely concerned for you and your daughter’s wellbeing. “Would you feel comfortable with him watching her by himself? He messed his whole future up.”

“It’ll be a long time before I could trust him alone with her. Fuck, I don’t even fully trust him being here,” you sighed, “But he’s trying to prove himself. He’s been through a lot.”

“You have, too, though,” Tara said, “You went through a pregnancy without him. You had the baby without him.”

“He didn’t know,” you started to defend him, as Chad got irritated.

“How was he supposed to know? He was busy trying to kill people,” he said, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, because we’ve been so happy to help…but it’s almost like a slap in the face to see you giving him a chance after we’ve been here for you through it all.”

“Please don’t look at it like that,” you said, your eyes starting to water, “I appreciate everything you guys have done. I appreciate everything that you’ll still do to help me out. If he fucks up, I already told him he doesn’t have anymore chances. Just try to be there for me while I figure this out.”

Chad and Tara both nodded, before you noticed that River was sound asleep laying against you. You swaddled her before putting her in the bassinet, and started to wonder what was taking Ethan so long.

The truth is, he never fully made it up the stairs once he heard everyone start to talk about him. He was silently sobbing as he stood on one of the stairs, not knowing what the best move would be. He could just grab his stuff and jump out the window, or he could keep trying to prove himself.

When he thought back to the conversation after he fully expected Chad to punch him, when you told him that he was making progress, he started to smile through his tears. His meds usually made him feel numb, but being back in your life was the first time he’d started to feel emotions again, and he was determined to prove to you that he was going to be an amazing dad.

[cumulo-stratus]

Rain Soaked Sleep

(GIF NOT MINE)

Spencer reid x Male! reader

Description: Y/n and Spencer get home after a long week at the BAU and a rainy drive home, ready to fall asleep to the sound of rain.

Warnings: possible swearing, lemme know if theres anything else!

flufftober day 4: Rainy day

The door to spencers apartment clicked closed quietly and the loss of light from the hallway shrouded the couple in darkness. In his typical fashion, Y/n turned on the light switch next the door and slumped his matching leather messenger bag onto the floor next where spencers bag had already been dumped, along with both of their soaking wet rain jackets, forgotten for the enticing idea of a hot shower and a comfortable bed. Y/n trailed behind spencer in their well rehearsed routine of getting home late after a case while chatted quietly. And while spencer split off down the hall to the shower, Y/n continued to their shared bedroom and began opening the windows, the sound of hard rain pelting against the road outside. Little drops of water splashed against the windowsill inside, as raindrops from outside hit the edge of the planter box on their window and splattered inside. Y/n couldnt help but stand at the window for a moment, breathing in the smell of rain and the city after sitting in a jet for 3 1/2 hours.

spencer emerged from the bathroom, drying off his wet curls with a towel, to find PJ’s (aka beat up pj pants and an old college t-shirt for spencer, and boxers and one of spencers FBI t-shirts for Y/n) layer out on the bed. Y/ns back was turned him as he stood in front of the closet, unpacking both of their go bags. Spencer took this opportunity to slip his arms around y/ns waist and breath in the tropical scent of y/ns curls (sry if you dont have curly hair 😭). Y/n chuckled at spencers clingy-ness and turns around in his arms to reach up and kiss his boyfriend.

“thank you for unpacking my bag love, you didnt have to” spencer spoke gently, only loud enough to be heard above the rain. “i wanted to- and if i dont do something i was going to fall asleep standing here” spencer chuckled lightly at Y/ns words. “well the bathroom is free for a shower if you’d like- i made sure the window is open so you’ll still hear the rain.” Y/n smiled at spencer words, appreciating his boyfriends habit of remembering his likes and dislikes, rain being of his favorites. “Thank you..” Y/n trailed off as he kissed spencers hand and made his way to the still steamy bathroom.

Y/n stepped out of the claw foot tub around 5 minutes later, onto the fluffy bath mat shaped like a cat (a birthday gift for y/n from spencer last year). He wrapped a towel around his waist and rubs the steam off the mirror. Y/ns face is blocked by the open mirror cabinet when his boyfriend walked in. Y/n was still aware of spencer though, despite not being able to see him. When y/ns head peeked out from behind the cabinet, he asked “have you taken your allergy meds yet?” spencer shakes his head no and holds out his hand for the pils. Y/n pours out pills for both spencer and himself into his hand, and places spencers dose into his palm. They both take turns drinking from the sink before taking each others hands and walking back into their shared bedroom. y/n walks to his side of the bed, and flops down face first with a groan. spencers chuckles before walking around to his own side of the bed and climbing under the covers- urging y/n to do the same. “Y/n, come on- you cant to bed like that, and you wanna cuddle with me right?” Y/n perks up when spencer mentions cuddles, dragging his face from the mattress and looking up at spencer excitedly. Y/n shuffled comfortably into spencer arms. he fit perfectly, spencers arms wrapped around y/n’s torso, his head tucked into Y/n’s shoulder and kissed the crook of his neck. “you did really well on the case this week” Y/n said with a proud smile on his face even though spencer couldn’t see it. Spencer only hummed into y/n’s neck, alreayd half asleep. But his boyfriend wasnt far behind either. And within minutes both men had drifted off to sleep in each others arm to the sound of rain drifting through the open windows into the small bedroom

The End

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Growing Pains (MWC Day 7!)

Pairing: RE2 Leon Kennedy x Male Reader Summary: College AU! Your life kind of sucks but at least you have your job. Words: 1,693/200 Warnings: Nothing Happens! Not Edited! Notes: So far this first part is just me world-building and getting the feel of everything. Im hoping to turn this into a series, this is also an apology for the joke of a "fic" I left you with yesterday. Im on some new ADHD meds so I hope it's going to keep getting easier to be motivated. I actually enjoyed writing this.

Navigation | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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You were really starting to doubt walking to work was a good idea, It had stopped sprinkling outside and had turned into a full-on downpour. Earlier at home you’d reasoned with yourself that walking to work was a great idea and that the roads were probably icy from all of the rain you’d gotten yesterday. Yet, here you were; nearly soaked and not even halfway to the coffee shop you worked at.

Your shoes were starting to squelch and your socks were drenched, you just prayed that today would be slow so you could leave early and sleep. But If you did you’d probably feel bad leaving your co-worker, Claire, she was a good kid, pretty and sweet and really good with the customers. If she was working, everyone knew they'd be getting good tips, she was only a few years younger than you, and a freshman in the same college you attended. 

She always seemed happy and well-rested when she came in so you assumed she never had a ton of schoolwork. You finally arrive fully soaked to the bone and shivering, the lights inside are already on so you assumed Claire had gotten there first, how she’d gotten a key you really have no idea. The shop was small, located conveniently only a block or two from campus but you'd long since moved out of the dorms and into your own apartment. 

You probably wouldn't say your entire freshman year was awful but your dorm mate had been a lively Spaniard going by the name Luis. The man was funny and helpful but he would have been way more funny and helpful if he had been dormmates with someone else. He’d made your entire freshman year seem like one constant headache, his incessant yapping, smoking, and partying had been the candles atop the cake of stress that was your first year of college.

When he asked if you wanted to room together your second year, you’d lied and said you already had an apartment lined up. He caught you in that lie, and when you were rushing to get an apartment (and a job) he had ‘accidentally’ dropped a flier for a one-bathroom studio a few blocks from campus, he’d ‘coincidentally’ been neighbors too. You look back in the direction you came from dreading when Luis wakes up and would eventually wander into the shop. 

For some unknown (most likely paranormal) reason, Clair actually liked Luis, not having been subjected to his torture for a year, she said she found him weirdly charming and funny and they got along surprisingly well. Naturally, with their big-mouthed extrovertedness, they told each other absolutely everything, meaning Luis would have some choice words to say about your predicament later.

You huff and walk inside, already feeling a migraine coming on, your shoes track in water as you squelch into the back room. Claire looks up from her locker alarmed at the ungodly noises your shoes were making; it was  a mix of wet rubber souls on the glossy linoleum and the sloshing of your shoes holding more water than the ocean. She takes in your appearance, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she tries unsuccessfully to hide a laugh.

She gives you the dignity of hiding behind her locker door to cough out a short poorly disguised chuckle before composing herself and looking back up at you “The hell happened to you?” She squawks still trying to hold in a laugh. You can't really blame her and you dont, if the roles were switched you know you'd laugh at her too. “I walked.” it’s all you have to say for her to break into an unflattering cackle, 

She laughs and points as you flop onto a plastic chair to peel off your water-logged shoes, you pour the water out in the filthy mop bucket while making a promise to yourself to get new water in there before your shift is over. You get up to drop your sad wet shoes over the vent and then peel off your drenched socks, dumping them onto the vent next to your shoes with a gross slap.

For some reason Claire seems to find all of this incredibly funny, she’s leaned back dramatically against the lockers clutching her belly as she howls with laughter. You look over at her wholly unamused and sigh before padding over to the lockers, thankfully the workplace is prone to messes so you always keep a spare uniform at work. You pull the folded clothes out of your locker and fetch a pair of crocks from your manager's locker, 

Your manager, Jill, was a well-respected (and feared) hard-working woman. She’d been the manager for nearly as long as she’d worked at the shop, her great work ethic and no-nonsense attitude had gotten her noticed by a lot of people in higher positions. When you were hired at the shop she was finishing up her junior year and getting ready to transition into a senior, she was a lot easier to talk to and get along with,

Because of that the two of you clicked quickly and ended up with a lot of hours together. As time went on though, the two of you were getting more and more stressed, and dogpiled with work until you were both working fewer hours with different people. She still tried to keep in contact; always texting to ask you how your morning was or what you were up to, it was sweet and it made you happy when she texted, part of you was enjoying the feeling of having someone dote on you like this.

Your phone alarm chimes, reminding you that you only have a few minutes left until the store has to open, you can hear Claire leaving the break room to tidy up the eating area and wipe down the tables and counters. You quickly slip on a dry pair of socks and Jill’s crocks before making your way to the front of the shop to unlock the store and turn the open sign on, opening wasn't your favorite, 

But recently you’d been pulling all-nighters to get your work done so by the time you needed to get into work you were already awake, you worked in a coffee shop so you had everything you needed to keep yourself up for the day. Your routine is as natural as breathing at this point, blending the hours into one, you have no idea that it’s already lunchtime until the lunch regulars start pouring in. 

The sweet old Marine Biology professor is first to come in, she’s well over sixty but she acts like she’s still young, ordering a single shot of expresso heavy on milk and sugar, a tuna sandwich, and a cookie. She’s definitely your favorite regular, polite, and tips well, she always leaves with a bright smile on her face like she’s happy to be alive, it's infectious. The other regulars aren't all that notable, a few professors and students needing a pick-me-up to get through the rest of the day. 

The only other customer that sticks out is another student, he’s about Claire’s age, and by the way they act around each other, they're definitely friends. Claire always waits to take her break when he comes in, she gets the same sandwich and always pays for his cookie, if you weren't any smarter you'd think they were dating but you notice the way his eyes linger in your direction, 

You’ve picked up how he always comes in when you’re working. He’s helplessly obvious but you dont have the heart to confront him, he's always got this cute lost puppy look on his face when you take his order, helplessly stumbling out his words and blushing like a high school girl. You pretend you dont notice and play dumb every time Claire tries to play matchmaker purely because it's cute watching him fumble, and you’ve never claimed you’re not selfish.

Part of you wants to wait until he grows the balls to come up and confess but the other part is just content to watch him suffer like this forever- “I thought you left in different clothes, what happened to your sweater?” You’re pulled out of your thoughts by satan himself, Luis picks at your new shirt and pouts like a dejected child, “None of your business.” You brush his hand off, 

Not surprised he knew what you were wearing earlier, you tap the screen of the register having memorized his order; the same boring coffee with the same boring bagel. You can't help yourself, you try to keep quiet but you like teasing Luis back, he deserves it, “Keep eating carbs like this and you’ll get fat.” You’re not trying to be an asshole and he knows it but it doesn't stop Luis from acting like it was a personal attack. He feigns heartbreak as dramatically as he can, 

Catching the attention and stares of the other customers, you can tell Luis is about to double down but Claire swoops in and drags him off to her table along with his food. Most of the customers go back to their food but a few eyes linger between you and Luis, you roll your eyes and get back to work, not really, there's nothing much for you to do anymore, the lunch rush slows everything down, you look down at the time on your phone making sure your shift is nearly over before you disappear into the break room to refill the mop bucket and check on your clothes. 

Your clothes are sort of moist and have a weird rain smell, your socks have dried weird and your shoes should be ruined, but you dont really have the money to get a new pair. Hearing your other co-worker arrive you tuck Jill’s shoes back into her locker and put your shoes back on, you cringe as the squelch and water seeps out of the foam and into your socks, you shuffle awkwardly back to the front and clock out before hurrying out of the shop, not sparing anyone left in there a goodbye.

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ADDITIONAL NOTES! //skip this if you dont care//

Let me know if you like this new format(?) its a lot more low effort than anything I've tried in the past, just coloring some things and putting little text dividers.

ALSO, Let me know if you want me to continue writing gender-neutral or just not being gender specific, I find writing from this perspective to be super easy but so far it's been pretty difficult incorporating gendered things into this style (not that I've tried)

you can either comment, ask, or dm, its up to you

[queerlordsimon]

Didn't know where else to go

Prompt:

Looking up at the boys, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, mumbling “..didnt know where else to go…” the collapsing into their arms

y/ns sick, and after dark on a week off school, appears at the entrance of the boys dorms, before passing out.

Characters: idia, epel, ruggie, jack, leona, deuce, azul, kalim, trey, malleus and lilia (a few of my faves essentially.)

a/n: i wanted to create something for you all, but im not feeling the best (mostly just dizzy, dont worry to much) so this is a fluffy comfort headcannons thing for me, but if you want i can do a part 2 (minus jamil,)

All of these are both platonic or romantic, you can definitely decide for yourself,

Headcannons below the cut

Deuce:

The shock on his face when he sees you exit the mirror, bundled in a ragged blanket from ramshackle, was already too much, much less you passing out.

Immediately catched you however he can and rushed back into the dorm house, shouting, which had agitated riddle

Until he saw you in that state and allowed deuce a pass.

Kicks everyone off the couch to lay you there

Riddle had trey get some medication, while helping out brew some tea for you.

Deuce was very frantic, staying with you, and was trying to wake you before cater stopped him, saying you needed to sleep to get better.

When you wake up, its dark, and your warm, bundled in a better blanket,

Riddle had made everyone go to sleep on time, but deuce stayed with you.

When you look around and attempt to sit up, you see him sitting on the floor by the couch

The movement jolted him out of his thoughts, making you stay laying down for a bit.

You heart warmed slightly at his efforts,

He basically nursed you back to health, with the help of his dormmates. (ace was keeping an eye on grim for you, the sweetheart)

Lots of cursing crowley for letting this happen to you

Trey

He was in the dorms kitchen, when you had staggered in, knowing that would be where he was.

Seeing the state you were in shocked him,

And then you passed out.

He dropped the empty tray he was holding to catch you.

Calmer than deuce, he carried you to his dorm room, not without notice from riddle in the hall. (not that the tray dropping noise wasent a tell enough that something was wrong)

He does take better care to make sure you were comfy and able to get better, i mean, he has siblings, he must have had to help nurse them back to health before.

He had herbal tea on the bedside table, as well as some foods to make sure you could get your strength back.

You had slept the whole night, and started slightly when you woke, not realizing where you were at the time.

Trey had been reading in a chair in the corner, startled slightly, but got up and calmed you, reassuring where you were.

You stayed with him the rest of the week, where he made sure you ate foods to help make sure you were getting better,

10/10 person to go to to get healthcare

Jack

Was doing laps around the dorm when he spotted you, and before realizing how dishevled you looked, was approaching you to see what you needed.

Upon getting closer he saw the thin blanket you had wrapped around yourself, and could definitely smell that you were not ok.

And then you passed out.

10/10 caught you with ease, his tail drooped when he did, and carried you inside.

Also took you do his room, as to not let the others smell the weakness you were displaying.

Savanaclaw is usually pretty warm, so he doesnt have a better blanket, but has his more fluffy coat from home, so he covered you with that, (which did a good job cause hes a giant)

While you were passed out he went and got sick meds from the dorms first aid kit, and brought you plenty of water, and he had some jerky from his healthy snack stash he left for you.

He did take care of you, but didnt deviate too much from his usual schedule

When you woke up, it was early the next morning and he wasent around, but was back within 10 minutes, (he was on a run)

If you really wanted and begged, he might give up one of his training sessions for your nap, so you could have a warm fluffy dog to cuddle. (his tail was totally wagging when you asked, but he would deny it profusely)

Also nurses you back to health, but his dormmates dont know about it, mostly. (ruggie knows all, shehehe)

Ruggie

I actually dont know what he would do.

You wandered into the lounge where everyone was, and when he ‘greeted’ you (totally had started to give you hard time) and you passed out, he caught you out of habit.

He definitely did this all the time for the poor kids back home, but you werent just a child, and he wasent sure where he could put you up, if he could spare anything, if anything needed to be treated differently then when he was back home

Thankfully for him, leona owed him a few favors, and lucky for you, he has a soft spot for sick or injured people. So he cashed some of them in.

Had the spare room taken care off, and put you up there.

Got jack to agree to let him borrow his jacket for you

Snacks, and water were a given. (not the healthiest snacks, but food none the less)

When you woke up, he could be seen in a corner, crocheting something

Once he notices your awake, he hides it and profusely says you saw nothing.

Makes jokes and whatnot to get you to smile,

Does help to make sure your healing.

By the time your better and about to leave, ruggie gived you the thing he was crocheting, which is a better blanket to help you not get sick again

Leona

Raises an eyebrow at you

Will not catch you unless your about to fall on your face.

Will pick you up though, and takes you back to his dorm, where he sets you on the side of his bed.

Sends ruggie to get medication, and with extra money to get you a better blanket, cause damn herbivore you should have asked sooner.

Ruggie does most of the fetching, but he stays with you and convinces you to eat and rest and whatnot

“Not that i care about your health herbivore, i just dont want crowley to put your little monster on me if you dont make it.”

Definitely does care though.

Takes naps with you

The first time you wake up, its the middle of the next day and hes asleep on the other side of the bed, respectful distance away

If you pout at him, he may just let you rest your head on his chest, just so you dont freeze,

Not the worst person to go to if your sick

Azul

At first when you entered his office, was confused why the twins just let you in

And then when he got up to meet you, you passed out

He caught you of course, but didnt know what much else to do

Jade helped him alot

Floyd- he meant well.

Your waking up to a ton of plushys covering you on azuls couch.

Azul does know what to do with what jade got him to take care of you

While your passed out, hes there, being glad you chose him out of everyone else.

“Didnt know wherelse to go hu?”

Definitely is being teased by the tweels,

You wake up in the middle of the night, to find him also passed out, just of needing to sleep, with his head on his desk.

Overall, your fed and watered, and because of you saying what you did before you passed out, its free of charge

He must be going soft

Kalim

Spots you across the room, you had staggered in on a party he was throwing, and he was surprised to see you, having invited you earlier in the week and you saying no

He hurried over excitedly, before seeing the state you were in.

Que the passing out

He quickly catches you and picks you up, calling for jamil, the poor clueless boy,

Refuses to let any of his dormmates take over carrying you to his dorm, setting you on his bed.

Jamil is definitely giving him instructions.

Its not that he wouldnt have been able to figure it out, but hes never had to deal with such pressure and just needs the nudges in the right direction.

Definitely getting you warmer clothes, a ton of food, all the extra flourishes that you really didnt need, but it was sweet none the less.

First time you wake up, he was on his knees next to the bed and burst into happy tears to see you awake.

Your definitely pampered.

Well fed, well hydrated, well taken care of.

And lets just say your not getting sick because of the cold anytime soon

Epel

Catches an eye of you from washing windows, running down to see you, hoping for the distraction

And then you pass out in his arms.

10/10 is picking you up, he may look weak and not able to, but give this country pumpkin(​​​​​​​affectionate) some credit

Though he does panic slightly

When he busts into the dorm, his accent has slipped, and vil came to scold him, before seeing you, and letting it slide, for now

Lounge couch. Thats where you rest.

Better blanket and all.

He does know how to take care of sick people, but most of his practices are more home remedies, than actual healing stuff

It still works though.

First time you wake up,its later in the night, and vil made him go to sleep, but he refused to go to his room, so he was asleep on the floor next to the couch

You get to stay at pomfiore, and while your healing hes talking in his accent, and entertaining you with stories, or carving apples

idia

Surprised eep when he answers the door to see you there

#2 doesnt catch you (dont blame him, you surprised him)

Picks you up quickly and sets you on his bed, calling for ortho, cause, hElP theres a sick normie here

Ortho does most of the taking care of you

idia stays with you though, in his gaming chair, but with you none the less.

In a panic, like kalim, buys you too much stuff that you didnt need, but its the thought that counts

First time you wake up was actually only an hour after passing out, first thing you see is ortho, whos there doing diagnostics on you.

idia will entertain you during your awake times. Be prepared for anime and games (nothing too hard)

Overall, because orthos the one taking care of you, you get better the fasts there

You also leave with way more then you need, but a welcome back if you ever need to (or want to, dont look at him like that)

Lilia

You didnt even get to diasomnia before you found him

He actually surprises you so much, you pass out before you could say your line.

#3 doesnt catch you, but thats cause he was definitely not expecting that

Does however take you back to his dorm and sets you up on his bed,

Does medication and water nursing, but for the love of god, silver does the cooking and feeding. The others dont want you dead

You get snugged up with blankets

First time you wake up its morning time, and hes sitting in a chair next to the bed, with headphones on, jamming to music until he notices your awake.

Now is where you say the line, bringing a smile to his face

“Well thanks for the compliment deary, now lets get you feeling better”

Overall takes care of you very well, entertaining you with stories or a performance or whatnot

Your better in no time, (thank silver for the food, and not letting lilia cook)

You leave with better blankets as well

(Flip I can't add the last image)

Malleus

You didnt even travel to diasomnia, just stumbled out of ramshackle at the time of night he was bound to be there

Takes one look at you and picks you up just before you pass out.

Swiftly makes his way back to diasomnia,

Where sebek starts speaking loudly, trying to take you out of lOrD mAlLeUs’S precious arms.

Before silver shushs him and lets malleus take you to the couch

No one questions him,

He even takes off his dorm jacket to cover you

I mean, you are is child of man after all

Has lilia and silver get him the stuff to take care of you

Sebek means well, but hes not allowed near you, too loud.

When you first wake up its with him sitting in a chair near you.

Will entertain you with facts about gargoyles, and stories from when he was younger.

Overall, great experience

“Thank you for trusting me with your recovery, child of man”

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Sorry if the last few ones seamed rushed, i had to hurry cause i have medication i needed to take. Hope you enjoyed. None of the pictures are mine, and apparently if I had something formated before putting it on here. It unformats it, so no bullet points for you, cause I don't trust writing in the app anymore. Feel free to request anything.

-queer.lord

[littlequackerman]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader- Sick Day (fluff)

So this was originally posted on my old account, greenteaandchildrenscreams, but i deleted that account and i wanted to rewrite this now that ive improved my dialogue a bit so here you go. enjoy <3

(warning: swearing)

You groaned as you got out of bed, your headache pounding with every step you took towards your kitchen. You got out your thermometer, stuck the metal tip under your tongue and waited for its results.

"101.4... damn, that sucks... where's the ibuprofen" you thought. You went into your bathroom and took the painkillers with some benadryl (or whatever meds you take when youre sick) and headed back into your room before covering yourself with as many blankets as you could find and falling asleep.

You were awoken hours later by your phone beeping off the hook. You shielded your eyes from its bright light as you checked your messages (the painkillers had helped your headache but fevers are bitches) and saw a bunch of missed calls and texts from your favorite mafia boss.

short king 💓

hey where are you you havent been in class for 2 days teach is worried

You

Sry i have a fever i feel like shit

i took some meds earlier and took a nap but i still feel crappy

short king 💓

ill be there soon

You

you dont have to i dont want you to get sick read 4:45 pm

You sighed at his lack of response but quickly fell back asleep.

You were woken up again a short time later by Fuyuhiko banging on your bedroom door. You pushed off the blankets that were still on you (you had kicked most of them off in your sleep) and opened the door. The short blonde was holding a large bowl and a tote bag.

"Fuyu how the hell did you get into my house?"

"Peko."

You let out a small laugh, of course she'd be able to get into your apartment. She did work for a yakuza leader, after all.

"I brought some soup and medicine." Fuyuhiko set the bowl, apparently containing soup, down on your nightstand. "I wasn't sure what you're sick with so I brought a bunch."

You smiled. Although he had a brash and intimidating facade you could definitely see his caring side sometimes. This was one of those times.

"Have ya eaten yet?"

"No."

"Dumbass, how the fuck are you gonna get better if you don't eat shit?"

He led you over to your bed. As you sat back down on it he handed you the bowl of soup and a spoon.

"Chicken Noodle. Peko made it."

The soup was delicious, as you had suspected when you heard Peko had made it. You quickly finished off the whole bowl and handed it back to Fuyu.

"Make sure to thank Peko for me. That was delicious." you said as you rearranged the pillows on your bed and laid back down.

"Will-do."

Fuyu got out some painkillers and allergy medicine from his bag. You took a dose of both before once again rolling over in preperation for a nap. You saw Fuyuhiko head towards the door and called out to him.

"Fuyu, wait."

He turned. "What, ya need anything else?"

"Yeah. Can you cuddle with me till I fall asleep?"

He turned bright red, but still walked back towards your bed, kicking off his shoes and getting under the covers with you. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his neck.

"Thank you for everything today. I appreciate it." you breathed into the curve of his neck.

"It's nothin, dumbass."

"I still appreciate it..." you trailed off, but not before murmuring "Love you."

Fuyuhiko was startled by your words but still let out a soft "Love you too." before falling asleep himself.

You two would have plenty of time to figure out your feelings when you woke up.

[resi4skz]

A little drabble I wrote. I'm not in love with it :/

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

Title: In Sickness and Health

On my way home from work, I felt my energy slipping and I knew something was wrong because as soon I stepped inside my apartment, I made a beeline for rhe kitchen. I popped 2 pain meds and took a huge gulp of water. Quickly changing into a shirt and shorts, I made myself comfy in my bed. I shoot a quick text to my boyfriend.

Y/N: baby, i dont feel so good. i think im gonna nap

Chan: do you want me to bring you porridge? Meds?

But I couldn't reply as I had fallen asleep while waiting for his message.

Chan: baby?

*Few hours later*

It's hot. It's cold. Why am I shivering? Ugh, why do my eyes feel heavy? I feel something cold on my forehead and it feels nice, refreshing. I try to open my eyes but it hurts. Everything hurts. "Mmmm," is the only sound comes out of me.

"Y/N?"

That voice....."Chan?"

I hear him release a breath of relief. "You gave me a heart attack."

"What's going on?" Jesus, what's wrong with my voice? "Why does everything hurt?"

"That's because you have a fever."

"What?"

"Sleep."

I didn't have the energy to speak so I went back to sleep.

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The next time I open my eyes, they open with ease and everything doesn't hurt as much. Slowly sitting up, I glance around. But no sign of him. Wait, did I hallucinate him being here? In need of water, I walk into the kitchen only to be met with a view of the back of a man in front of the stove.

I scream bloody murder, making him jump and turning around. "Y/N! It's me!"

I put a hand over my heart, my heart beating faster than a bicycle. "Jesus!" Once my breathing and heart beat calms down, I suddenly feel dizzy bur he's quick to catch me. "What's wrong with me?"

"Well, considering you've been asleep for two days, this is bound to happen."

"Wait," I blink at his words. "2 days?" How the hell was I asleep for two days? I can't even fall asleep, even if my life depended on it.

He raises his hand and touches my forehead. "Well, your fever seems to be down so that's a good sign. What about other symptoms?"

"Other than starving, I'm good."

He chuckles, and oh, I've missed him. "I'm making porridge, kimbap and stir fried noodles." The moment he mentions the food, my ears perk up. He notices the change in my expression and laughs as he pinches my cheek. "How are you still this adorable even after waking up?"

I pout, rubbing my cheek which makes him laugh even more. "I just wanna," he doesn't finish the sentence, cups my cheeks and steps forward smothering me in kisses all over my face.

"Ah, stop!" I giggle, which turns into laughter. "Channie!"

But he doesn't stop. He keeps smothering me in kisses, not realizing he's walked me back against the kitchen island. "I've missed you."

My cheeks are warm and I feel good. I smile, poking his cheek. "I missed me too."

"Hey!" He protests by pouting.

I giggle, sliding my arms around his back. "Missed you too, big boy."

Smiling, he reaches down and places his lips on mine. The sudden heavy lingering odor goes up my nose as I scrunch it. "Is something burning?"

His face turns into fear and sprints to the stove. "No!" He shouts, his shoulder sagging.

"What happened?!" I asked, walking over to him.

"The porridge."

"Oh no," I say peeking inside the pot. "Baby, it's okay. I can survive on kimbap and noodles."

"But-"

I cup his cheeks, squishing them. "I'll wear your favorite lingerie if you make me the food."

His eyes gets a twinkling shine and his body reacts before I can step back. His hands reach the back of my neck, his mouth breathing on my neck. "Fuck, baby if only you weren't sick, I'd show you how much you really mean to me."

I grip his arms, giggling. "I need a shower first."

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me."

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, I walk into the bathroom and immediately turn on the shower. Getting all my good stuff, I take my time slathering and scrubbing my body till it's raw. Once finished, I wrap a towel around me and another around my head. Stepping out and into our shared room, I change into a comfy shirt and shorts before heading to the kitchen.

The table is filled with noodles, kimbap and various other side dishes. "Wha- Channie, this is so much food."

"And?" He says sitting in a chair across from me.

"You do know that I won't be able to eat all of it, right?"

He chuckles. "I know." He fills my plate with a little bit of everything before putting it in front of me. "Eat."

And I do just that. I even go for seconds. When I've finished, I slump in my chair with a hand on my tummy. He snickers and I glare at him. "This is all your fault."

"I didn't do anything?" He says, shrugging his shoulders with a mischievous look in his eyes.

I roll my eyes. And I instantly regret doing that action.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

"No," I replied, slowly getting up from my chair.

"Yes, you did," he says, his eyes on me as I slowly back away, making a run for the room. "Hey! Get back here!"

In a split second, he's after me. I shriek, getting on the bed. For a moment, he stops sprinting and looks at me before lunges for me. But I'm quick to dodge and make a run for the living room. I quickly move behind the couch, giggling. "Hey, Chris. Did you lose your touch or something? You can't even catch m-Hey!" I had forgotten that he was quick and threw me over his shoulders. "Put me down!"

"Nope," he smacks one butt cheek making me gasp.

"Channie, please," I plead, squirming on his shoulders.

"Say sorr-"

"I'm sorry. Please put me down."

"Good girl."

He sets me down but I don't let go of him. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I plant my lips against his catching him off guard but he soons melts into it. I rake my hands through his hair, eliciting a moan from him when he breaks the kiss. "Y/N. What are you doing?"

His voice was low and deep which made me rub my thighs together. "What do you think I'm doing?" I asked, tilting my head as I slide my hand down to his grey sweatpants he was wearing and giving it a little squeeze.

"Fuck," he groans closing his eyes. "Babygirl, you're in no condition to-"

I shut him up with a kiss. "Shut up and take me to bed before I change my mind."

He grins, his dimples popping out. "Yes, ma'am." He then slides his arms under my hips and lifts me up with such ease. "Just so you know, I won't be able to stop myself."

"I never asked you to," I replied, smiling down at him.

That day, he showed me how much he loved me. We came out of the room to eat and drink, only to go back to our room hours later with me on top of him this time. He whispered sweet words in my ears and I indulged him with treating me as he wanted. Halfway through, he flipped me over and I lost count of how many times I went over the edge before he finally reached his peak.

I guess you could say he took care of me in sickness and health. And I was grateful for it.

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Logan Roy would 1000% send his children to be institutionalised if they were more blatant about there mental illnesses.

Like all of the Roy family has sever mental illnesses let’s be real here how can they not growing up like they did.

But I see so many ‘being the youngest Roy sibling’ HC and I keep thinking about being the youngest Roy sibling and showing sever signs of bi polar or depression or schizophrenia *hey hey I have bi polar, depression and had schizoaffective disorder so I can say that shit ain’t fun* so here some Hc? Brain dribble about that.

So it’s under readmore and yeah also I am

Someone who has been in a psych ward many times *dont ask* so I feel qualified to make this.

Like they show signs of it being sever, sever and like they get dealt with, when there like a kid and Logan just punishes them like they are having tantrums. But by like maybe early to mid 20s it becomes very clear when they try to off themselves.

That’s when Logan says ‘fine we’ll deal with this the old fashion way’ and let’s just say the siblings are ya know sitting with the youngest Roy at Logan’s house when the men in white jackets come and basically yank them up and the whole time the others are screaming like ‘the fuck is going on?!’ And the youngest is just screaming for them to let them go and maybe even tries to grab onto Kendall or Roman or shiv while being dragged out.

After logan explains, your just going to a hospital that can better treat you, and help you deal with your mental state better.

Connor fully riots when he hears this happened, storms into Logan’s office with Kendall and Roman behind him trying to ya know stop the fight that’s about to kick off and Connor is fuming like

“You fucking bastard! You already locked my mother up, your once wife! But that’s not enough so you lock your fucking kid up?!” Like this is an anger I don’t think anyone’s ever seen in Connor.

And Connor is the one to visit you every day, he brings you things you may need, or just things he hopes you can decorate your little space in your room with.

Roman brings you like the things you can’t sleep with out at night, like a special stuffed animal or a blanket or pillow. He’s the one who jokes about you being the actual crazy one, and like he gets the need to deflect with dark humor.

Shiv is the one who brings you the clothes you actually would wear, and not the random stuff that Logan had a house keeper pack for you. When she first visits to bring them your in a full on hospital gown because you refuse to wear what Logan gave you.

Kendall is the most awkward when he visits because yeah he went to rehab but like, this is way more lock down and he maybe realises that this could have happened to him if he didn’t ya know get a control on his shit like he tries to.

You meet Tom while still in the ya know hospital and fully tell shiv if she marries him you have a free bed in your room if she needs it.

Logan basically 51-50ed you so like the resentment against him is real, it’s like not good.

You spend like a solid almost 2 years institutionalised. But when you get out, Connor has a welcome home party for you. Everyone comes out, except Logan cause Connor was not about to have that KO fight happen.

You have always been closest to Roman, not really sure why but you two just get each other better and oh the jokes you both make at each other, like makes everyone else so uncomfortable. When eating at the like welcome back dinner he switches your silver wear for plastic and you joke like

“Plastic can still hurt. Wanna see” and like he knows it’s a joke but everyone else gets that like uncomfortable vibe about them

“If I can’t joke about it, I’ll cry about it, so we joke yes? Do you want me to jump off the roof cause-“

Roman casually jokingly makes sure your taking your meds everyday like texts or calls or quips like

“So how’s today? You eat? Take your fucking crazy pills that make you see god or whatever…” like very obvious but very Roman.

I just, I have feelings alright…

[sftheoryblog]

SICK FIC YAY

Messy warning, description of mess

Luke and Ryan have been together for 2 years and moved in together a month ago

Luke completely invested in the movie didnt notice Ry had fallen asleep until the end credits rolled on screen

"Can you believe that ending... Ry bug hey you sleeping, baby hey come on lets go to bed"

Ryan barely opened his eyes but enough to see the floor and move as Luke guided him. Once Ry gained some of his barings back he could feel again the ache in his body and the pounding in his temples. He just wanted to get into bed and pass out. And thats exactly what he did, he climbed right into bed and under the covers. Luke still getting ready for bed as Ry takes some meds to help him sleep, and luke climbs into bed.

"Good night baby"

"Good night Ry love you"

"Love you more"

Ry turns into luke and he wraps his arms around him. Ry falls asleep within minutes and shortly after Luke also falls alseep. The two sleep for 4 hours before Ry nose deicides to be a pain and bother him in the night

"HXGT EH AH HHEXTH" Ry stiles as best he can, trying not to wake up Luke. But he feels miserable and just wants to be held by his love. And go back to sleep but his head is pounding and body shivers from head to toe as his body temperature shifts from hot to cold.

"EHHH AHHH HXGHT HEETUSH HX'SGT urg"

He tried really hard to be quiet but his head was trobbing and stifleing only made it worse. In an attempt to grab a tissue, ryan knocked over the glass of water he used to take his sleep meds which clearly are not working.

"Fuckd no'b please" he starts crying and the words dont make much sense anymore.

He reaches down to pick it up and lucky there was no water left but the downward movement awoke an all fimlarr tickle that came rushing back into his nose with a vengeance. With absolutely no warning

"Ahh AACCCHHOOOO EEECCHHHOOO HHHEEETTUUSSSHHH" Ry was bent in half at the mercy of his leaking messy nose.

"Baby.....ry are you okay"

"AHHH EHHH HH HHHEEETTTUISH AAHHHEEESUICH EHHH ehh urg ehhh HHHEETUI'STSH AHHHH...AAACHHHHOOOOO"

"bless you bug"

Ry turns around to look at luke "imb sorry I wokep you upb" the congestion is filling up his nose, he clears his throat "I tiredb to be quiet"

"Oh" luke chuckles alittle "you look awful, i cant imagine how you must feel baby and be as loud as you want" he smiles and brings a hand to Ryans face.

"Imb fine" ry gets cut off by coughing and luke rubs his back

"Totally yeah ur fit as a fiddle" he feels his forehead which is burning up

"Babe Imb just tired and *sniff* the windmdow is open"

"You have a fever"

"I run warmb" he sniffles thickly and clears his throat

"Uhmm sure, come here" ry crawls into lukes open arms and holds him until he falls asleep which is almost instantly.

"Feel better love" Luke whispers, kiss his forehead, before passing out as well.

Hours later, sun has risin

Alarm goes off and Ryans head is throbbing at the piercing noise. He groans and tries to cover his ears from the noise. Luke barely awake turns off the alarm and gets up to go to the bathroom, after a flush and a quick flacet noise, the covers russell as he gets back in bed. Ryan turns and burries his head into luke who wraps his arm around him and hugs him tight

The alarm ring again, luke groans and reaches a hand over to turn it off. Ry groans in pain from the ringing in his head that has increased due to the alarm. In an attempt to turn off the alarm luke knocks his phone under the bed, forcing him to fully get out of bed. Ryan groans as Luke shifts away.

"Pleaseb turn it off" ryan sniffles and then coughs until he can barely breathe anymore.

"I am baby dont worry" luke now standing turning off all alarms and setting his phone back down. "I need to get some medicine in you, ill be right back with some and a thermometer bc im sure *luke reaches and touches ry's forehead* yep your burning up" ryan leans into lukes touch and falls alittle as he leaves. Ryan is left in a miserable ball under serval blankets. He is so cold and sweating at the same time. His head still throbbing and the congestion is building in his sinuses. His nose is so stuffed and wont stop running.

"Grrraarrr imb cant breathe" ry grabs the box of tissues off the nightstand and blows his nose trying to clear something anything, but atlas nothing, however it did bring a intense tickle to his nose. He grabs another tissue in anticipation of the impending explosion.

"Ahh a-aaah eehhhhh aaahhh imb ahh i - gon aahh a nna ahhh ACHHOOOOO ACHITSH HESTISCH sneeze ahhh EEHESTUISH AAAACHHHOOO" ry is mess, he destroyed the tissues, theres a snot string from his nose to his hand, both nostrils are dripping with snot, both hands are covered.

"Bless you baby" luke says alittle louder since he is in the bathroom. Waking out into the room with the stuff in his hands, he sees the state Ryan is in and rushes over "wow big ones huh bug*chuckles* here i got you" luke puts the stuff down half haziderly, grabs many tissues, bringing them to rys nose. Cleaning the snot string from his nose to his hands, with. Few more tissues he cleans ry up and then grabs and few more tissues "blow". Ry does as luke says even tho he knows its going to be really messy which it was.

"Thank you" sniffles "but you didbnt havfe to dob that, imb gross" ry starts tearing up

"Ry bug are you crying, whats wrong i mean except for your obvious plague?" Luke places a hand on rys cheek, wipes away a few tears.

Through sniffled tears "imb gross, a mess its embarrassing i-" luke cuts him off

"I dont care how gross you are, i love you"

"So you admit imb gross"

"Yes, but your my gross boy"

Ry giggles and sniffles before coughing harshly towards the bed. Luke brings him into his arms, hold him, rubs his back.

"Okay fineb i feel miserable, everything hurts, i cant breathe out of my nose, imb so cold *sniffles* when are you going to work?" Ry sniffles thickly and wipes his nose on his sleeve, well technically lukes swearshirt sleeve that ry wears anytime he doesnt feel good, so its a clear indicator when sowmthing is wrong.

Ry is radiating heat and he's cold, luke throught as he grabs the therometer he threw down earlier.

"Im working from home, now open up" ry obeys and opens his mouth, waits for the beep which rings in at.... "Yikes 102.9, no wonder you feel awful, here take some medicine i have Tylenol and some sort of cold-flu cough medicine that should help with the fever as well" luke grabs one and dumps out the recommended amount hands it to ry.

"Im out of water" ry turns his head to look at the empty cup on the ground from last night.

"Okay no problem i will go get you some more" luke grabs the glass and leaves

"Okay here you go" luke hands the glass to ry to take the pills, and luke prepares the next ones.

After ry is medicated, he curls up into Luke. He yawns and coughs alittle, closing his eyes.

"Get some rest bug, feel better" luke kisses his forehead and rubs his back, as he falls alseep.

-few hours pass-

Ry is breathing heavy through his mouth as he sleeps on Luke chest, he is watching tv. He needs to get up and go to his desk to stsrt work but Ryan is sleeping so peacfully and he doesnt want to disturb him.

-another hour-

Luke has to start work now and he slides out underneath Ryan and settles him up to the pillow and pulls the covers to tuck him in.

"Sleep well love, ill be right nexr door" luke wispered to ry and kisses his forehead. He tidied up the night stand so the water and tissues were easily accessible to him. His phone also there if he wakes up and needs to knows where luke is, he can see luke texted him 'im in the office, next door'.

Luke turned off the TV, closed the blinds to make it as dark as possible so that his baby could sleep.

Part 2 coming soon!!!

Hope you enjoyed

#may be some spelling errors, I cant English #love me some dyslexia #anywho part 1 of LukexRyan #OCs # part 2 coming soon #messyfic

[finneysbaseball]

Could you do headcanons for the black phone boys x reader who has narcolepsy? (Seperate)

(And if you don’t know narcolepsy is please search it up I’m bad at explaining-)

i looked it up and i think its basically falling asleep randomly? idk that much about it so feel free to correct me!!!

also pls dont be mad if i haven't done your requests, they will get done i just go by which ones I'm most motived to do!!!

finney blake

im gonna gonna assume you already told him about it

and in the videos ive watched you usually start to like look sleepy and stuff (if that makes sense?)

lets say your at a restaurant when this is happening

when your about to fall asleep (i think? idk the term for it I'm so sorry)

he catches your head and rests you on his shoulder waiting for you to wake up<33

this boy is so sweet oml

hes just so patient with you

robin arellano

hes so nice about it:((

if you took medication for it(idk if thats for everyone thats what i read)

he'd carry some in a little pill case (finney would 2)

and when your about to fall asleep (again idk what the term is)

he'll make you lay down, if you can he'll make you lay on his shoulder

and he'd kiss your forehead waiting for you to wake back up

if any one said anything about it, he'd beat their ass as soon as you woke up😊

vance hopper

even though he beat someone up over a pinball game, he'd be so sweet about it

he wouldn't really understand it, but he'd be patient with you.

he'd also wreck someone's shit if they gave you stuff about it

see isn't he just the nicest

he'd make u sleep on his chest/ neck until you woke up

if anyone stared he'd burn holes into them

bruce yamada

i think all of them would carry your medication around (if you take it)

but bruce would be most prepared

catching your face when you fall

having a med kit in his backpack incase you accidentally hurt yourself, although its never used cus hes there for you<33

if you're walking and you feel drowsy he'll carry you bridal style

billy showalter

his dog would kind of be your support animal

he'd be so patient with you

hes so sweet omg

if he couldn't be in the same room as you, his dog would be

he trained his dog for you🫶

he'd also carry meds for you (if u take any)

i feel like this boy would be mean asf (to ppl who deserve it

like he'd be sweet and nice

but if someone said something hurtful to you?

theyre gonna learn alot of new words<3

thats all cus i need to finish my homework 😊

[normal-thoughts-official]

no one look at me but im gonna make an endless summer meta post about sean and craig while vaguely high on sleeping meds if yall dont mind

anyway. sean's whole thing as a character is that he never lets anyone take care of him. he even says at some point that the only thing he's ever been good at is taking the punishment so someone else doesn't have to. when him and MC go to the waterfall, he tells them that he feels better when he's not relaxing because he needs to feel useful. he constantly puts himself in danger for others. he refuses any help when he's nearly dying of hypothermia. he gets shot and says he was "grazed" by a bullet. he walks on it and doesn't let anyone notice that he's lagging behind. michelle says he once played with a broken femur. his ember of hope is just his mom telling him that no one's indestructible and it's ok to ask for help. you get it. it's his thing

and I've always been kind of fascinated by how 1- craig is the only person he seems to be able to accept help from; and 2- craig hides so much from sean and has this whole dudebro thing going on but still makes the most balls to the walls declarations of devotion for sean like it's the most normal thing in the world ("if you're gonna put your life on the line, I'll be there clearing the way. always, dude"; "i was put on this earth for two reasons: helping sean on the field and smashing things with pipes"; having a picture of sean on his desk in the ember of hope; etc). even his rourke inc file puts "intense loyalty to his QB sean gayle" as his main trait in his psychological profile. frankly, what the fuck

anyway. the point is that im just now realizing that these things might be related ["related" in italics]

and like don't get me wrong, im not saying sean is emotionally constipated or something (far from it, honestly) but I've replayed ES 74363839 times and just started my first ever run where i didn't romance sean yesterday, so i can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that he struggles to even let his real actual husband take care of him

sean's the caretaker. he's the provider. he sees himself as an armor and a protector to those around him. and he doesn't allow himself to ever crack or fail or slow down and breathe, because he needs to feel like he is able to help them the way he wishes he could've helped his mom sooner

and then there's craig. craig is actually pretty similar to sean in that regard, except instead of trying to protect everyone, he's trying to protect sean. i mean, he outright says it several times. and if it were anyone else, sean would immediately step back and say that he appreciates it, but he's fine, or whatever. but sean seems to be able to accept being taken care of when it comes from craig

he doesn't push craig away when craig says lines like that, despite the fact that they're so outright devotional i think even someone without sean's issues would be taken aback. he smiles and says "thanks man" and just. accepts it. he lets craig come with the explicit purpose of protecting him in the wilderness expedition, without even a token protest (and he protested with literally everyone else and even tried to convince people to let him go alone). we know of course that it's still hard for him to accept help from craig when the time actually comes (the flashback about them playing where sean scrambled, sean trying to pull everyone when they nearly fell off a cliff, sean's death in the catalyst idol, and don't even get me started on how both of them canonically died for the other at least once), but the hypothetical idea is something he can accept from him. does it naturally, even. and as someone who's been romancing sean and who was all but BEGGING him to let me take care of him, it was wild

and im just now realizing that one of the reasons why sean is able to let craig take care of him is exactly because craig has this very unique way or being super emotionally open and vulnerable while making it sound like he's offering to do a keg stand at a party, or something. the words and the honesty behind them are obvious, but the "always, dude" and "and smashing things with pipes" and the other stuff he always says along with the declarations are so... flippant and casual and even funny, and it kind of takes away the blow because he makes the most intense possible feelings sound completely casual. it's like breathing for him

and i genuinely don't even think it's a defense mechanism to hide his vulnerability or something, i think it's just that it really is natural for him. we saw what he's like when he's trying to hide his vulnerability when he was talking to zahra before they got together. he'd turn away, deflect with jokes, pretend to be fine when he wasn't. actually, he did it with sean too, when craig was trying to hide from him that he didn't get drafted

but this stuff? this is second nature. he is just perfectly comfortable saying that he would protect sean with his life, and that is that. i don't even think he sees it as particularly insane to say or anything. it's just a fact. and so sean kind of has no choice but to accept it because craig makes it sound so normal. he's not hiding that he's helping and protecting him, quite the opposite; but he makes it sound so natural and casual i don't think sean even realizes the extent of what craig is saying at first

and idk i just love their relationship because it's like. sean has always given and given and given to everyone and never allowed himself to take. and craig WANTS him to take. he wants to give back to sean all the care and devotion sean has been giving everyone else his whole life. sean can't really allow himself to accept that, but the one who comes closest to making sean comfortable enough to let himself be imperfect is undoubtedly craig. craig feels like he's stupid and can't express himself right but it's precisely the way he does it that makes it work with both sean and zahra. sean and craig both see themselves as people whose inherent value is in their ability to help others. they both feel like they're not good enough for them. neither of them wants the other to keep defining himself by this metric, but neither know how to make it stop other than by trying to care for the other as much as possible. at the same time, neither can imagine a future without the other. craig probably feels like he's letting sean down by not getting drafted, because sean is clearly so sure that craig will, has a whole future together planned for them. craig probably feels that he won't be able to repay sean anymore. sean doesn't even realize how badly craig wants to care for him. sean is so confident in craig's abilities and so set on his me-and-craig-living-the-dream-side-by-side fantasy that he completely fails to see the obvious signs that craig did not get the draft. they understand each other but they also clash because both want to be the one who's only giving and not receiving. but at the same time they somehow fit because they can allow the other to give in ways they can't allow others. who's screaming

[oscill4te]

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so tired of the shit memory and nothing feeling real ever. do we all live like this? or most of us? is it something in the air. is it the collective adverse shit we are all living through. this bleak disconencted world? or.

im like was i always like this? was my conspiracy theorist grandma right, am i just cognitively malnourished from not eating meat lulz. is that why i can never remember shit? that would be such a simple answer. i hope its something i can fix easy peasy like that. but my blood tests always come back fine. im sleeping a-okay. i take supplements too. i eat a very varied diet. idk man...

when i got off my ssris/adderal and quit weed in august 2023 that was my reset era from the chronic, almost daily weed usage that was occuring for years. i did it cuz i was having these same issues im having now and wanted to see if my meds or weed was causing it. but the funny thing is remember nothing about that reset era. I just remember complete anhedonia. life felt so bleak, difficult and gray. i felt like a different person during that time. i was on this website a lot (still am. ahah.). feels like different person was on this blog sometimes even though logically no. lol. but thats just how it feels.

then i remember. many years ago, how i used to write in my diary everyday. every single detail of the day. even the very mundane, very boring things. very very boring things. i always told myself to write every boring detail of the day, every single work conversation, every single thing that happened at home that day.. because i might want to remember it some other day. so i imagine these memory issues have been a thing for quite a while. even before the weed.

the thing with memory issues is, you can't ask past-you "hey. do you struggle with memory?". you're certainly not gonna remember either. thats why journaling is so important with memory issues. well its important in general imo. even if u just write in there like once a month... about anything... whether it be what happened in your life or just your thoughts or goals... get a feel for what was happening in your life .... grounding and very important imo. future you will feel thankful. regardless of memory issues or not.

gonna start readjusting my life a lot i think. i think partially the memory issues come from the fact that i dont do anything with my life. my brain is turning into mush. its so hard to use sometimes. sometimes im not sure whether its the long term weed usage, the fact that i do not socialize or challenge myself academically anymore or what. i have a sinking feeling it -all- does play a huge role. esp the weed. sad given its one of the few things that helps me really feel things again. i feel so much emotions on weed. i hate how detached and numb i am without it. those 5 months without it were so bleak. i take these 2 week breaks and feel like nothing is real. tomorrow i have to go to work as per usual, but i feel so detached from that reality. as if someone else does that for me. everything feels so compartmentalized.

i need to change something lmao. i think me moving will be a fresh start. for so many reasons. june please come soon. may is going to be so barf-barf with all of this family shit going on. june ;-; i need you.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Nightmare part 2 (Part one here)

Dont repost anywhere online or print reblog snd feedbacks are welcome.

Warningw are angst a whole lotta angst steve thinking the reader(female wanted to hurt herself she doesnt) Steve being a Shmuck and thick headed. Steve completely missing the points.. so hes basically acting like a man lol

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"It wasn't that,"   I paused.  Trying to figure out how to expain this to Sam in this "counciling session" on an empty flior witj two odly shapped red couches, modern isn't word maybe avant gauard. They face eachother and almost come to a point at one end which is why or how rather Sam and he4 were so close together I know steves job. I qlways knew it and it wasn't  that. I wouldn't have even dated him if that was an issue. I mean it's  sorta like being a cop but he comes back to me dirty and bloody its not even the dirt. Its the blood. Like ," I paused and its his blood. Its not like he says its not my blood. He just i hate seeing him covered in blood walking around like it's....paint from working at a preschool with kids. And the way he treats me. I felt like he more or less pushed valium on me. I mean i know if I had said no he would've gone ok but then listed why I shud take it Nd hiw itll help make me feel better. Like I just give in not wanting the conversation because its not the conversation I want to have with him even this he just told you he didn't  talk to me first rhat you should talk to sam hes a counselor or talk to someone like he thought I was going to kill myself and this is hw he handles it. Know I know why he goes through girlfriends. Man doesn't freaking talk." Sam just kinda stared at me listening and nodding. "God I'm sorry Sam," I dropped my shoulder and put my head in my hands. "I know you and Steve are best friends and I dont mean to talk about your best friends like that it's just frustrating. I feel like we're  playing a game of freaking telephone i say something he tell you then you tell me theen I tell tou and you'll tell him and then hell talk to me i mean it's  just." I was getting frustratingly upset.... if that's even a word. "Hold up. First I'm  not going to tell Steve shit. As far as I'm concerned  this session is between you qnd me. You could tell me you killed someone and I'd  say nothing ok. And secondly. You're  right. Steve should have talked to you. And he never shohld pressure you to take meds. The dude's intense. If you feel like you need to give in to him or else. It's not healthy. Look I love Steve like you said he's  my best friend and as much as I... your relationship isn't  just about him. It's about you too. And if you can't  handle it you can't  no one will blame you or fault you. Especially Steve.

"Sam you dont get it. He." I swollow  "I mean we're living togeather. I thought it was fast. But I'd felt so happy around him and I thought I wanted that all the time but it's it's  not like that." "Did you tell him how you feel?" "Oh yea sam that make sense. How many hydra ya kill save any  hotigaes by the way btween you relaxing for 12 hours mission deprefeffibg and then the next brief  and sleeping and eating cause you you leave again in two days need to tell you you gotta talk to me diffrent. Bye have fun.' When do I talk to him?"

"You need to look I know Steve he doesn't want yiu to be unhaply. He's  doing what he thinks is good for you. But if its not you need to tell him."

"How. Can he join us? Like here come to one?" Sam sat up to tell her no. "Well I-" "Friday where is Steve?" "Captain Rogers is in the gym." "Can you have him come up to meet me and Sam?"

Sam watched as Steve entered the room and  she started to shrink a bit. Her shoulders dripped a little she curled up a bit. Even after Steve gave her a kiss. Before sitting on the couch across from Sam.  "What the hell is going on here?" He thought watching the strong girl who insisted Steve come dissapeared. "How's  it going? How do you feel babe?" While Steve had his hand on her leg and looked at her briefly he immediately looked at Sam.  She watched the scene. Sam gestured to her She looked at Sam, who only provided two words- “Go on" "Steve, wa-" she took a deep breath looking at the floor. "Why didn't  you talk to me and go right to Sam?" "Well you said-" "I’m not suicidal. I was talking about us. I-" she paused and sighed, "I dont think I can do," she took a breath "us anymore. You didn't even think to talk to me? And you just." She looked at Steve and he was just taking in the information. And trying not to show how hurt he is. Another girlfriend leaving. "Steve you, you just. I felt like you forced the valium on me and didnt give me a chance to think. And everytime I say no it's  an argument and its besides the fact that it woudir wouldnt help. I just felt like I had to give in. I had to take it. But this Steve?" She gestured. "This is  beyond ridiculous. And you don't get it don't get how... isolating things can get either I everyone hates me the agents treat me like a, I dont know and, your teemates?" she finally turned and looked up at Steve  and sighed,  "I mea. Minus Sam I- Steve no on wants me here." She starts to tear up. "That's not true." "Steve you don't  see it. "The other agents just stop talking when I'm around. Someone told me your other girlfriends got agents in trouble and on desk duty so they're scared me of me practically or mad I don't know all I know if I'm universally ignored... by everyone." Steve opened his mouth to say something but she continued, "And the rest of your "team mates"," she used air quotes, " the avengers. I see how they look at me. Tony side eying me, Nat is constantly sizing me up. I know Bruce is quiet anyway and Clints been nice but I haven't really seen him. Haven't met Thor so..." She leaned back and crossed her arms with a huff. "Well I-" Steve didnt know what to say. His eyes were blinking.  The only thought  that he had was- "So that's it its over?" She rolled her eyes, "That's what you took from the whloe thing is that we're over?"

She rolled her eyes, "That's what you took from the whle thing is that we're over?" "Well yes." His eyes were wide unable to understand why she didnt understand his concern was for her to be with her fuck the of the team, screw the other agents. He wanted her to stay. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. And Sam could see she was getting angry and Steve was missing the points. "Ok lets take a breather. Steve she was saying that she feels alone not welcome which we can address with the team later,” Sam looked her way with an assuring nod. “But, did you hear what she said about what you did by comming to me?" "Yea that she meant it was us and not her." "So you 100% thought she was going to harm herself?" "Yes I -I mean she never..." "Never what Steve?" "Never said she was unhappy with us and  when I heard her say she couldnt do it anymore I was scared terrified that I'd  come back one day and find her on the floor. I've" Steve turned to her, took her hand which she allowed. He moved towards her and caressed her cheek. "I've lost so many people. I've  lost so many soilders or have had them wounded and then now agents get hurt and we lost them sometimes, I lose them but I can't lose you.  And the thought of you being scared snd unhappy to the point where youd end you was terrifing. Morr than anything.  Friday wouldn't know if you took a razor or too many pills. And I'd walk in from a mission and find you gone id never be able to forgive myself. So the first thing I thought was to get you help and I know you and Sam do get along and he's  my best friend. And I love you." "So you thought shouving a pill down my throat was ok?" "I know Valiums helps people and if yoh were sleeping you couldnt hurt yourself while I was at the briefing. "But Steve if you really thought It was that bad why didn't you talk to me?" "I didn't want to waste any time. Time is too precious to me." She "Then why are you never there?" She was raising her voice,  "And You thought shoving a pill-" "Lets all just calm down," he turned to Steve,  "Why didn't you ask her what she meant. And she said she feels like you are very, well what did you say?" "Distant at time. Forceful and you dont think about me. And you're always gone." Steve for once has no idea what to say. "You're overwheling Steve. It can be too much for me." "How am I overwhelming and always gone?"

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

WE ARE BONDED...I THINK YOU'RE A GRYFFINDOR?? RIGHT?? IF IM WRONG ILL BE SO ASHAMED

OH MY GOODNESS YEAH I TOTALLY AGREE. LIKE WHY DO ALL KDRAMAS NEED TO BE KTRAUMAS 😭😭?? COULD WE NOT GET SOME FLUFF FOR ONCE...

HELP THAT ANIME IS SO FUNNY?? he's so relatable for turning into dust btw that's actually mad funny 😂😂😂

HAVE YOU SEEN THE ANIME OF THE GUY WHO'S VA WAS LAUGHING AT THE DUDE'S NICKNAME BEING DICK?? I DON'T REMEMBER THE NAME BUT THE VA WAS ACTUALLY LAUGHING IN THE STUDIO

no because cheol/hao/wonwoo (and- hot take maybe- shua and jeonghan??) totally give off that 'passive dominance' vibe

YEAH I TOTALLY LOST FEELINGS FOR THAT GUY....LIKE I THINK I MESSED UP IN THE BEGINNING BECAUSE I TEXTED HIM TOO MUCH 🙃🙃 it is what it is tho because i think im much better off without him...........

OKAY I HAVE A THEORY ABOUT PULLING DOMINANT MEN....you either have to act SUPER independent/borderline "leader" like OR you have to act like someone that could be a sub little housewife (like its the 1970s oops).... IM TRYING THOSE 2 OUT RN SO LETS SEE HOW IT GOES LOL

so many meds?? that sounds so complicated (and borderline terrifying 🙁) it must be so bad to be given something that's supposed to help but somehow makes things worse

would a sleep study actually help? here's to hoping it will because not being able to sleep must be torture brie im so sorry i hope you get through this in one piece (ONE PIECE MENTIONED!??!?!?)

PRINCESS SWITCH IS SUCH A GUILTY PLEASURE?? IM GLAD SOMEONE ELSE MENTIONED IT BECAUSE IM SO EMBARASSED TO SAY ITS...KINDA GOOD......

true. imagine ignoring your child's pleas for mashed potatoes... those creamy garlic mashed potatoes are actually a god given right, you can't convince me otherwise 😒😒

NO BRIE YOU DON'T SUCK! YOU'RE A WONDERFUL BEING THAT DESERVES THEIR PLACE IN THE WORLD.... AND YOU ARE PRETTY?? I THINK YOUR VISUALS ARE REALLY FRESH 😭

i'm doing great (besides finals.)!! YOU GOT THIS BRIE I BELIEVE IN YOU

-finals week or 🫨 anon's final week? stay tuned

Hufflepuff 😨

NO SERIOUSLY they should make a website like does the dog die but for what episode of a drama you should stop watching at if you want to pretend there is a happy ending

NO HAHAHA I DONT THINK IVE SEEN THAT ANIME BEFORE BUT IT SOUNDS SO FUNNY IF YOU REMEMBER THE NAME PLEASE TELL ME???

I actually really heavily agree on that Joshua take that’s crazy but i feel that

NO I THINK I REALLY MESSED UP WITH ONE OF MY FRIENDS i’m so stressed about it too she’s taking a break from social media and i’m going crazy like i feel like part of it is just that i’m too much for her now and i’m so stressed, every day i want to spam her and i have literally been crying every single night because i’m so upset cause i think i really fucked up but like is it worse that i think that she would just abandon me? IDK but i’m so upset it’s been a week now. What if she hates me, and also i went literally crazy and i don’t think she knows how crazy but crying every single night cause i think she hates me and left me is CRAZY like every time i calm down i see reason but i was rereading our interactions so much and analyzing all the things i did wrong so much i had to delete the messages

I’m crazy. I’m crazy actually. I want to just forget everything and move on but imagine i put all this effort into forgetting her because i had a maniac anxious breakdown in the middle of a depressive episode and she comes back completely normal expecting me to be completely normal 😭😭 that would be crazy right

I’m crazy right. I’m crazy.

OKAY THATS IMPORTANT RESEARCH RIGHT THERE ACTUALLY CAUSE I HAVE NEVER EVER EVER MET A MAN WHO WANTS TO DOMINATE ME AND HONESTLY?? IM SICK OF THIS BULLSHIT I KEEP PURPOSELY ACTING UP IN FRONT OF GUYS TOO LIKE PURPOSELY I WILL ACT LIKE A BRAT WHO CANNOT BE CONTROLLED AND NOTHING. NOTHING! PLEASE TELL ME HOW YOUR RESEARCH PROJECT GOES TODAY I LITERALLY TOLD SOMEONE THAT A MAN I FRIENDZONED LIKED TO BE DOMINATED AND TOLD WHAT TO DO AND THE GUY I FRIENDZONED HAS LITERALLY SEEN MY FUCKING BDSM TEST RESULTS AND THERE WERE NO REPERCUSSIONS 😭

Meds are meds i guess i’m just really hoping these new ones work. The sleep study SHOULD be helpful like if it’s a serious health problem. And it will help them know if it’s not like sleep apthia? Or something like that

I WAS TRYING TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT THE HEIST ONE?? AND THEY WERE LIKE but the first one is so bad and i was like oh my god… they haven’t even met the third twin LIKE ITS GOOD???

I don’t remember why i said i suck but oh god so annoying i give myself the ick. TODAY I WAS LIKE i was like when i serve food out to people sometimes i like can’t explain this well but i smile and pose? Like when i turn around i’ll like IDONTKNOW POSE? ITS LIKE SUBTLE BUT ITS LIKE IM IN A MOVIE AND IM THE MAIN CHARACTER AND ITS REALLY ANNOYING AND SUBCONCIOUS SO IM ONLY AWARE AFTER IVE DONE IT AND ITS SO ANNOYING AND IT GIVES ME THE ICK SO BAD i have A SERIOUS pick me problem that no one will EVER acknowledge even when i say it i’m surrounded by LIARS

HOW HAVE YOUR FINALS BEEN GOING ARE THEY GOING WELL?! YOURE GONNA DO AMAZING YOUVE GOT THIS

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Writing Update Feb. 15th, 2023

Skipped a week again, but honestly, that's just how it is now I guess. Progress made: 12.5k words drafted (3.1k of which were last night) WIPs worked on: Whispers [total wc: 40.7k] Writing streak: 544 days Current chapter + POV: I am exactly 7.5k words into chapter 8, Marika POV, and if this chapter is any fucking longer than 8.5k kill me.

Favorite line(s) (Marika POV; Content warning: suggestive):

“Do you want this?” I breathe, slipping my hands down to tug at the collar of his sweater.

“Yes,” he says, hands alighting gently on my hips before he has to wet his lips again, a slight whine in his voice as I keep myself just out of reach. “Please.”

I hesitate, pressing a finger to his lips to hold him back just a little longer.

“This changes nothing,” I whisper. “I still hate you in the morning.”

His breath shakes. “I know.”

What I'm looking forward to next:

The Arrival to Fowden >:)

Notes/Thoughts:

last night was spent in a nearly-feverish haze writing for upwards of 5 hours, struggling to get through the sex scene and then realizing that it wasnt as difficult as i thought it was gonna be, and then collapsing into bed and passing out without even taking my sleep meds once i was done at like 2:30am

if this is going to happen every time marika gets horny, pray for my sleep schedule. i might not survive

but otherwise its been a very productive couple of weeks - this will be the second completed chapter in 14 days (though iirc, i started this one on friday, so even faster than that) and my alpha reader is Very Excited about it

the last time i wrote that much in one day was when i drafted the entirety of the last chapter of firebreathers in one sitting, so. cheers 🥂

ALSO, BEFORE I FORGET

do you guys want an excerpt of the sex scene? ill obviously not be tagging the nsfw-opt-outs on the taglist, but if youre curious/want to give me some feedback (please god i dont know if its good or if i just really really want to believe it's good because i spent so long on it), ill happily share it!!

[letmeprocessthis]

Top surgery recovery

Never actually post here but reading everyone elses top surgery experiences and recovery timelines has been so helpful and reassuring for me I thought I'd post mine so far. I'm 5 days in and haven't removed my medical binder yet, waiting for another couple days to pass before i remove it to wash as i still feel everythings v fresh and i dont want to pull at the wounds trying to get the binder on and off.

The day of the operation (20th dec) was mostly a blur, my op was first thing in the morning and afterwards i was on so many pain meds I was out of it most of the day. I remember waking up after the surgery and feeling a very sharp soreness across my chest. I was initially given morphine and when released from hospital told to take 400mg of ibuprofen every 6 hours and 1 to 2 codine up to 3 times a day as needed. I didnt sleep well the first night sleeping propped up and on your back is h a r d. Due to all the medication and anaesthetic i was in v minimal pain but could barely use my arms at all, i mostly just draped my shirt/ dressing gown rather than trying to get my arms through the sleeves. I haven't seen a lot of people mention how much the tube they put down your throat to help with breathing during the op fucks you up. My throat has never felt so dry and sore, trying to swallow anything was near enough impossible without drinking constant water with it.

The second day was the worse so far pain wise, the codine helped a l o t . My range of movement was still very limited i couldnt put on my seat belt or open any doors at all, even struggled picking up the kettle to make a cup of tea. My throat was still completely fucked up but it was slightly easier to eat and my appetite was significantly higher than the day before. I passed out for like 10 hours on the second night.

The third day was when the itching really started. My throat was mostly back to normal and I found i didnt need codine anymore to manage the pain (which was great that stuff makes you so bloated and woozy) my range of motion was improved and i found i could get button up shirts on by myself and open doors again. The pain was very minimal and i actually felt quite energetic this day but the itching was an absolute nightmare and i got next to no sleep.

The forth day started off well, the pain was very minimal so long as i kept up with the ibuprofen and my range of movement is still improving. However the itching was intolerable and at about midday i was hit with the most intense exhaustion I've ever felt. I ended up napping twice during the day and going to bed at 8pm and not getting up till 8am the next day 😅. I started getting very strange tingling and warmth sensations across my chest also which aren't painful but feel very weird.

Today my range of movements good enough that im having to be extra vigilant to keep my arms close to my sides and not move them as much. Im still itchy but less so than yesterday and despite all the sleep still completely exhausted. The tingling sensations and warmth are happening a lot more today which is exciting but with chest sensation returning the pains gone up a little (still manageable without the codine tho). I'm smelly af but dont dare try bathing properly till at least a weeks passed so im just gunna power through.