#i feel like i could say this better but i have a migraine rn so i hope this makes sense

[genderkoolaid]

Do you think a white straight non-disabled cis woman in the west faces oppression on some level? Personally this question has been giving me some thought, so I'd like to hear your answer... Yes misogyny exists, but on what level can we say this woman is oppressed when ableism and racism are so much worse.

Yes, absolutely.

I don't think there's any value in saying that ableism and racism are worse than misogyny. To quote Cherri Moraga:

"In this country, lesbianism is a poverty-as is being brown, as is being a woman, as is being just plain poor. The danger lies in ranking the oppressions. The danger lies in failing to acknowledge the specificity of the oppression. The danger lies in attempting to deal with oppression purely from a theoretical base. Without an emotional, heartfelt grappling with the source of our own oppression, without naming the enemy within ourselves and outside of us, no authentic, non-hierarchical connection among oppressed groups can take place."

And to quote myself: trying to rank victims of oppression is like asking which of two murder victims is more dead.

On a large scale, there are obviously numerous ways a largely-dominant woman like you described is "less oppressed" than someone else. But on an individual level, you could have a Black trans woman whose lived a largely easy life with lots of social acceptance, and a White cis man whose experienced life-derailing violence as a result of classism. It's of course still important to recognize the axis you haven't or won't be targeted because of, and this hypothetical Black trans woman isn't not oppressed. But the meaning I have taken away from the above quote is generally that being a woman in misogynistic, being brown in a racist society, being queer in a queerphobic society, being poor in a classist society– all of these ruin lives and all of them kill. We can talk about, say, how a middle-upper class White woman's death because of misogyny gets more attention and sympathy than the death of a poor Black trans man. But we can and should do that without acting as though that woman isn't permenantly dead because of systemic misogyny and that she is somehow less dead than the Black trans man.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Covid update, the vice grip pressure headache is gone, I was able to get out of bed without issues today, I actually slept through the night, AND don't feel feverish anymore 😤

[sugar-omi]

I been listening to 18+ audios (plz don’t hate I’m already ashamed of myself) and I came across one that was academic rivals fuck to study better, all I could think about was Cove and Mc who grew up hating each other somehow end up going to the same college and fucking their brains out every study session and because they still kind of hate each other still they’re the biggest fucking teases 

NO DONT WORRY BC I LISTENED/LISTEN TO THOSE N THEN I GO ON A SHAME STRIKE N THEN END UP PICKING IT BACK UP..... CURRENTLY ON SAID SHAME STRIKE BC MY EMBARRASSMENT ALWAYS CATCHES UP TO ME BUT WE'LL SES HOW LONG THAT FUCKIN LASTS.

but omfg that's so juicyyy... i have a absolutely sick migraine rn but I cannot ignore this.

gn reader, multiple choice dialogue.

the masochist in me likes to imagine cove pulling you into his lap, slipping his fingers into your mouth to help keep you quiet, and growls about how much of a dumb bunny you are.

you say you hate him, you can hardly share the same air without bickering. but you jump at the chance to be alone with him, feigning ignorance about the subject just so he'll come around to your side of the table n sit by you.. your hand sliding up his thigh to his growing bulge...

he helps you as if he doesn't know what you're doing, doesn't feel your hand sliding along his hardening length or undoing his pants, and tries not to moan when you're slowly stroking his heavy cock in your fist..

finishes explaining the problem, and you cheerily tell him you get it now. feigning more ignorance.

he doesn't let you though, tells you there's another problem you need to solve.

mmm, cove pushing the chair back and forcing you to your knees, even better if you're wearing shorts or a skirt and when you come up, you whine about the marks on your knees from the carpet.

telling him he's mean and disgusting. as if you wouldn't do it again just so he'd shove his cock down your throat, looking up at his pretty expressions, the expanse of his throat when he throws his head back... or the way he peers down at you with sharp, hooded eyes.

fight all you want, though. because he still pulls you into his lap, tugging off your bottoms n underwear and making you ride him.

he holds your hips, helping you grind those pretty hips so he can see your expression falter and eyes turn dreamy when his cock hits that delicious spot inside you.

pulls you into a kiss, making you use up the last of your brain power to French kiss, kisses you until he can't tell where he starts and you end.

doesn't let you do all the work too long, because even though he teases you for being needy, for having dick on the brain instead of hitting the books, he's also desperate, wants to see you fall apart on his cock, wants to make you moan his name even if someone overheats you.

he needs it. needs to carve his name into your body until all you can think about is him.

but then the sadist.... the same thing pretty much but reversed.

he's all grunts and moans, sweat dripping off his brow as he fucks into you so furiously. he hates your bad attitude, your snarky comments, but somehow he still finds himself sneaking into your dorm room at night, or jerking off to the thought of you or the risqué video you sent him in the middle of the night. teasing him.

or like right now, he has you on your back in his bed, your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapped tightly around your midriff and face buried in your neck as if you didn't give him a scowl nasty enough to kill a man and sneered words thickly laced with hate and disdain.

even now, even though you're moaning so pretty, and your cunt is making obscene wet sounds from cove's desperate fucking / your cock making obscene wet sounds in your hand, your cock leaking and throbbing in your fist.

you're still trying to growl insults into his ear, telling him he's so desperate for some ass that he'd fuck the one person he hates. you'll laugh when he has a mouthful of your cock / cunt, his tongue moving expertly along your sex from the years of sneaking around and fucking, even if just seconds ago you were glaring at each other.

but you can't deny you want him, love fucking him. and he loves it too, and he can't even say anything back when you say that stuff. because yeah, you get on his nerves so bad. and even though he can fuck someone else, women and men damn near falling over him. it's college, you'd be damn pressed not to get laid.

but you.. he just keeps coming back to you.

let's you fist his hair and tug it, let's you bite his shoulders and neck. only if he gets to fuck you, grab your hips in his big hands and squeeze the fay of your ass. smack it in retaliation for a bad hickey or three.

let's you talk shit and call him desperate, call him a slut when he pulls you out the hall into a single person bathroom, holding your hips still and his shirt between his teeth, trying to push you both over the edge quickly before your lunch break ends.

only so he gets to fuck himself stupid inside your hot walls. and only so you'll text him that same night, telling him to meet you wherever you're at, a picture of your desperation attached...

[amiharana]

revalink flower shop x tattoo shop omgg... who runs which shop how do they meet are they competitive with their businesses do they give each other cute things from their shops 👁

god it would work either way, but ultimately i think link would own the tattoo shop and revali would own the flower shop. i only decided it because revali seems like the type to have to do multiple sessions for the tiniest tattoo because his pain tolerance is low for tattoos LMAO bro is sitting there like "it doesn't hurt i swear" meanwhile his face is red and he's sucking in his lips trying not to burst into tears ready to shit his pants, but the needle hasn't even touched his skin yet ✋😭

this au could go in a couple different ways: (1) link and revali hate each other and fight all the time about being the better store (boring!), (2) there's no rivalry and link and revali are mutually interested in each other (better, but a bit ooc i feel), or (3) link moves in and becomes more and more curious as he catches glimpses of his (((attractive))) store-neighbor while secretly hopeless romantic revali is grumpy and annoyed about how off-putting a tattoo shop will look next to his flower shop and there's a very mild one-sided rivalry mentality on his end, but as link tries to get to know revali better, revali thinks, perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. you already know what i'm about to write about rn lmfao.

revali's flower shop "the meadow" has been open on tabantha street for a couple years now. he thinks of himself as a very good florist, probably the best in the entire city of hyrule, and he's actually won a couple floral design competitions??? revali inherited the shop from his parents after they passed and he gets fairly good business, especially because everyone who lives on this street are hopeless romantics who are always buying bouquets for dates or to bring home to their spouses. revali will roll his eyes and scoff lightheartedly to his customers about how mushy it all is (but inside, he wants the same for himself; to go home to someone he loves with a bouquet of flowers. revali wonders sometimes, when he watches customers leave with red roses in hand, if he was meant to ever find love. he looks over at the vase of forget-me-nots on the counter; perhaps, one day).

the retail space next to revali's shop has been empty for a couple years and revali is thinking about expanding into the space when suddenly, the space gets rented out and in moves some blond twink with a fully tatted up arm with his dumb little tattoo shop called "master ink zero" or some shit. revali comes in to work one day only for there to be construction going on in the empty space he's been eyeing for a while, and that cute blond twink is standing in front of it talking to one of the workers. what the fuck. all this construction noise is going to scare revali's soft-hearted hopeless romantic customers away! the blond notices him and holds a hand up to wave a little, but revali just glares and turns away to unlock the door to his shop. he could really let that kid have it, but he holds his tongue because he needs to open the store. (he is kind of cute though... stop it, bad revali!)

the day continues as smoothly as it can with construction noise muffled through one of the shop's walls giving revali a migraine. fortunately, his regulars still come but unfortunately, every single one of them comments on the construction.

"you're going to get a new neighbor!" amali says as revali rings up the regular bouquet for her husband kass. "how exciting! you won't be lonely anymore."

"what a curious mix," muses saki when she enters the shop. "a flower shop and a tattoo parlor next to each other. you know, my teba and i are quite the opposites ourselves and they say opposites attract, so—" and revali flushes, squawking and ushering her out. she only laughs at him and bids him well.

the moment his friend urbosa steps into the store to visit, revali knows that she knows and immediately regrets his entire life. "have you proposed marriage to him yet?" she asks, smirking and sits on the counter.

"get off of my counter, i just wiped that down," revali snipes at her, frowning. "whatever do you mean, propose?"

"to blondie next door," she says, cocking her head to the side towards the construction. revali rolls his eyes but she continues. "he's your type down to a T."

"and he's going to scare off my customers," he replies and returns to spraying his vase of forget-me-nots. "i could care less whether or not he's my type."

urbosa hums. "well he's cute and he seems like a nice kid." suddenly, her gaze shifts into something more serious and revali's shoulders tense. "revali... forgive me if i overstep, but i know you've been alone for a while. you've been running this shop for years, working nonstop. i don't think you've ever had a moment to yourself. it might be nice to take a leap of faith on this one, you know?"

revali reverts his attention back to the forget-me-nots and doesn't say anything else, touching the petals with gentle fingers. urbosa sighs. "just consider it, okay? i care about you and i want you to be happy."

"i know," he murmurs. "i know. i'll think about it. only because you asked me to, though. not because he's my type." urbosa smiles and punches his shoulder lightly, to which revali wrinkles his nose at her. he'll think about it.

somehow, the tattoo shop finishes construction in the next week (that bolson construction company sure is efficient...) and opens. revali should probably go over to congratulate his new neighbor with a bouquet of daffodils and white carnations, but he's already glared them down the first time he saw them. with an oddly uncomfortable feeling in his chest, he keeps to himself in his little flower shop, tending to his vase of forget-me-nots and all his other flowers.

(but just because revali doesn't want to visit doesn't mean that link won't 👁️)

the soft chime of a bell alerts revali that a customer has stepped into the store. "welcome to the meadow," he starts, looking up from his computer to the door, "what can i help you with—?" and the rest of his words are stuck in his throat. there, in the threshold of his store, is the blond twink with the fully tatted arm staring at revali with wide, bright blue eyes.

revali never actually got a good look at him when they saw each other the first time. the blond is wearing a loose green tank top, black leather jeans, and combat boots, and his tatted arm is fully on display, swirling with deliberate strokes of ink. he's quite toned and lean, now that revali has gotten a closer look. definitely not his type. he's not!

"hi," the blond says, his voice as soft as the doorbell. "i'm link. i'm the... owner of the tattoo shop next door." he's got freckles, revali thinks faintly before he can actually process any other words.

"really? i wouldn't have ever known with your entire arm covered in tattoos," he says instead. "perhaps you were actually a receptionist or a dog walker who stumbled upon my humble shop." revali cringes internally after the words leave his mouth; he didn't mean to come off that rude for their first proper interaction. he just wanted to be a little rude.

but link only smiles at him, small but genuine, and a feeling grows in revali's chest that he can't quite name. "i'm not sure i'd be very good at either of those things," he says and steps a little closer to the counter, hands in his pockets.

"and who's to say you're any good at tattooing either?" revali mutters, and he doesn't mean for link to actually hear it, but he does, much to revali's chagrin.

link cocks his head, still smiling. "you could come by and find out," he says, and revali blinks at him. they maintain each other's gaze for a couple moments, link's eyes bright and wide, until revali finally tears his gaze away back to his computer. he can't read a single word on the screen.

"revali," he says instead, still keeping his eyes on the screen. it's almost feels difficult to get the words out. "my name is revali."

"hi revali," link says, leaning against the counter now. "it's nice to meet you." then, he glances up at the clock mounted above revali's head. "i have to get back now, i just wanted to properly introduce myself to you now that we'll be working next door to each other. i hope to see you around." with that, link stands up, bows his head a little, and gives revali another smile before leaving.

(and if revali stared after him and the way those leather jeans hugged his figure quite nicely, no he didn't.)

and that's how it starts 😳 at first i considered having link also keep to his own shop at first, but i don't think that does his "character" justice in the game. if you consider us as players to be equivalent to botw link's character (i.e. how we maneuver link in-game, what dialogue options we choose, etc), then link has this natural curiosity about the world around him and wants to explore and talk to new people. so of COURSE if he sees that his neighbor is hot, he's going to want to come over and say hiiiii *twirls his hair*

revalink shenanigans ensue <3 in the beginning, link would randomly drop by during the week for a minute or two, to say hi and make small talk with revali and at first, revali wouldn't say much eyeing the blond. but his short responses and cold demeanor don't deter link; it seems to spur him on, the blond smiling brightly at him with every greeting and with every goodbye.

one day, link comes in and after he says hello, he starts walking around the store looking at the flowers like he's a customer. revali blinks and watches link walk around, dumbfounded.

"what are you doing?" revali says.

"looking at the flowers," link says. he gently touches the edges of the flowers' petals as he moves between the aisles, the same way that revali treats the flowers. "i want to put some on our reception desk. i think it would look really nice." he stops before a cluster of sunflowers and then looks at revali. "can i get some of these?"

revali faintly notes how well link resembles the bright flowers, before scoffing. "if you're going to get flowers to greet your customers, you might as well put some effort into it!" he snips, crossing his arms. "sunflowers are a good choice, but sunflowers only are bland. here, if you were to add some of these—"

he ends up walking link around the entire adding flowers to the ones in link's hand and talking about the different meanings and nuances of flowers, until the arrangement has become a bouquet of sunflowers, gladiolus flowers, jasmine flowers, and calendulas, surrounded by a bunch of little white chamomiles.

"there," revali says, putting his hands on his hips and puffing up proudly. "now that is a bouquet worthy to greet customers."

"it's very beautiful," link comments. he gazes at the bouquet and touches the flowers with those ever so gentle fingers skirting the edges of the petals. "thank you for helping me put it together. how much does it cost?"

and that stops revali in his tracks, his hands dropping to his sides. he totally forgot that link wanted to get flowers for his own store and came here acting like a customer. "yes, the matter of payment," revali starts, blinking and brain scrambling, "well, then, just think of it as a welcoming gift."

"a welcoming gift?" link echoes, cocking his head at revali with those wide blue eyes.

"yes!" revali says, his face beginning to flush. "because your store is still brand new and i hadn't welcomed you properly either..." revali looks away, feeling his cheeks burn. "it's the least i can do..."

when he looks back at link, that familiar smile has returned to his face, eyes sparkling. "thank you, revali," link says, voice soft. "that's really nice of you." and revali's heart flutters.

"well, of course!" he stammers, willing his face not to burn brighter than it already is. "you're fortunate enough to be neighbors with me, the kindest, most benevolent, and gentlemanly florist in all of hyrule." link smiles brighter at him, holding the flowers to his chest and revali looks away, the pounding in his heart so intense he wonders if it will punch through his ribcage out onto the floor.

link starts coming in on mondays and wednesdays during his lunch break just to talk to revali, and gets him to talk more about the meanings of the flowers and the nuances of different colors, the best way to arrange flowers, etc., link happily listening along. it takes some time for revali to get used to, the sound of their voices filling the usually quiet shop for that sacred half hour but once it's set into place, revali looks forward to it every week (though he'll never admit it out loud).

"don't you eat during a lunch break?" revali comments once, after finishing a spiel about invasive flowers to never plant. link hums questioningly at him. "it's a lunch break. aren't you hungry?"

"oh," link says. "i guess?" and right on cue, a rumble comes from the blond's stomach and he looks up at revali with a sheepish smile. "ahah... i got so caught up talking to you i forgot i had to eat."

revali rolls his eyes, then sighs looking up at the clock. "we still have 20 minutes," he says. "come on, let's go to the cafe."

"cafe?" link repeats, as revali grabs his phone, wallet, and keys. "there's a cafe here?"

"had you paid much more attention to anywhere else but me, you'd have known," revali says, but link still stares at him with his head tilted, waiting for an answer. "one of my regulars, amali, runs the 'birdbath' cafe just down the street. she has an assortment of meals for you to choose from, you can just get one to-go."

they enter the cafe and amali starts greeting them until she realizes it's revali and then realizes it's revali with a guest and she's like IS THIS YOUR NEW NEIGHBOR??? and he's reservedly like Yeah... and now amali is fussing all over link and asking him about how he's settling in, is everything going okay, is revali nice to you, you can come in anytime you'd like! revali is like Pls....... we have 15 minutes until link has to go back to work just give him food girl

link is very excited about the entire menu because everything looks really good. "i'll have to come back here to try everything!" he tells amali and she's ecstatic. "i'm telling you, come back anytime! you're always welcome here," she says warmly.

and when link gets ready to pay, revali brushes him aside and offers his card to amali. amali gives revali a knowing look and accepts the card, but link looks up at him confused. "you don't have to..." he starts.

"i'll pay for you this time," revali mutters, averting his eyes. "i'm the one who dragged you out here after all." and link stares with those huge blue eyes.

"thank you," he says softly. "you're so kind, revali."

"that's our revali!" amali chuckles, handing revali his card back. "he might seem like all high and mighty, but he's really just a softie inside. why do you think he runs a flower shop?"

"amali!" revali gripes, flushing. "please just get link his food." he glances back at link, who's still gazing at him with an expression that revali doesn't know how to read. he looks at revali so softly, so tenderly, and... fond. revali swallows and adjusts his collar. is it hot in here or is it just him?

god this post is already so long but there is so much potential for so many revalink shenanigans in this au 🥺

link coming to get bouquets every week for his own store and learning how to make bouquets with revali

link showing revali his portfolio of tattoos and offering to give revali a tattoo for a discounted price only for revali to decline and link gets sad, until revali quickly says that he's scared of needles and link is like ohhh (but he's still kind of disappointed because he likes the idea of tattooing revali)

link secretly sketching and designing tattoos in his off-time that he think would look really beautiful and fit revali really well. and fantasizing about touching revali's biceps to tattoo him LOL

what if link had a tramp stamp. link with a tattoos on his ribcage and groin. tattoos behind his ear. he shows revali all of these irl in the shop and revali's face is so red he's just like Um. Yes Those Are All Very Nice. Yes. Please Put Your Clothes Back On.

link coming in to buy a bouquet of lilies for zelda and revali goes all tense and upset and is like. is that your gf. and link is like GOD NO that's my twin sister and lilies are her favorite flower and revali relaxes and is like oh. that's nice of you to get her some (but is secretly pleased that link doesn't have a significant other)

urbosa coming to visit the store at a time when link is there on his lunch break, and they get to introduce themselves to each other properly. revali is sitting there sweating the entire time and when link tells urbosa about how he comes here to spend his lunch breaks, urbosa smirks at revali, who's ready to shit himself

(urbosa texting revali later congratulating him on tapping that ass. revali screams at her that he has NOT done that. and she replies with "yet?". he threatens to block her)

everyone else on tabantha street realizing that link and revali are kind of having a Thing™ going on between them. and they all start planning to try to get them together. there's a reason why i have "i won't say i'm in love" from disney's hercules on my revalink playlist because everyone is getting in on Operation: Revalink trying to push revali into asking link out and he's like no nothing is going on between us i swear except he's spends all his breaks and off-time with link, taking him to cafes and paying for everything link orders, sitting in on tattoo sessions because link invites him over, teaching link how to make bouquets... ok so maybe they have something going on, leave me alone saki, i'm not going to ask him out

THIS WILL BE THE LAST SCENARIO I TALK ABOUT bc this post is so damn long now, but i imagine a scene where link asks revali about the vase of flowers on the counter and what kind of flowers they are. revali looks over at the forget-me-nots he's been carefully tending to and inhales, and tells link.

"those are forget-me-nots," revali says, in a voice that's uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable. it makes link sit up, becoming much more attentive to revali's demeanor. "they're perennial hardy flowers that die in the winter but regrow again during the spring. there's an old story about these little ones, where a knight and his lover were walking alongside a river. the knight reached down to pick the flowers that were growing near the river, but his armor was too heavy and he ended up falling in, only to be swept away by the river's current. if you ask me, it's a foolish way to go; why was he wearing such heavy armor anyway? but as he floated away, he threw the flowers he picked to his lover and shouted, 'forget me not!' and the flower was named as such."

revali reaches over to pull the vase closer and places it in between him and link. the flowers are small and delicate little things, a sweet shade of blue with a yellow center. both he and link touch the flowers as they do, with gentle fingers against the edges of the petals.

"these were the flowers that my father offered when he was courting my mother," revali says, gaze faraway. "as you can see, it worked out." he gestures to himself and link smiles. "they're supposed to represent everlasting love, a love so true and strong that it can't be forgotten." he pauses, rubbing a petal in between his fingers before continuing. "i've always wanted to offer a bouquet of these to someone that i love, in the same way my father did for my mother. as sentimental as it is, it's... romantic and meaningful."

"it is," link agrees softly. "whoever you give these flowers to will be very lucky to have someone like you." and revali makes the mistake of looking up to meet link's gaze, because that's where everything about him changes.

when he looks at link, the sun is shining through the windows of the shop, casting a golden glow over the blond. he gazes at revali with those wide blue eyes, the ones that revali has become increasingly enamored with in the time they've spent together, the same color as the forget-me-nots. beautiful, revali thinks and this time he doesn't shy away from the thought because it's true.

then, he takes a flower from the vase and reaches over the counter to slip it behind link's ear, tucking his hair as he goes. link stills, his eyes growing wider and his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink as revali's fingers touch his skin, gentle and featherlight, and for a moment in time, they're the closest they've ever been to each other since they've met. revali could probably count all of the freckles on spread across link's nose and cheeks. in this moment, revali wouldn't mind if they got closer than this. he'd like it a lot, actually.

but he pulls away and sits back down, admiring the way the flower sits prettily behind his ear, contrasting against link's golden hair and tan skin in the sunlight. link is still wide-eyed and pink-faced and it makes revali smile (just a little!). "yes, they'd be very lucky," he murmurs. "blue is definitely your color, by the way. you should wear it more often."

"th-thanks," link whispers, reaching up to touch the flower in his hair. "i'll keep that in mind."

yes, they could be closer than this. revali hopes that one day they could.

[abacistat]

im currently reading red robin 2009 (i KNOW it took me forever just let me live okay i don’t even. god. this is a judgement free zone actually, justice for us slow comic readers like SORRY i haven’t read every run that has ever been released ever OKAY! im new to this kind of…as in last five months but STTTIIILLLLLL at least i’m reading the comics. not a lot of people can say that. let me be a slow reader.) (that being said i’m on the 10th issue rn ^_^)

ok anyway reading rr09 and i have soo many thoughts on it and so many drawing ideas but i have had a migraine since like. checks clock. tuesday night. it’s thursday morning. i did like a handful of drawing reqs on instagram but i couldn’t even finish them all cause god why does blue light have to make my eyes hurt??? why can’t i stare at my ipad screen with a headache(/s)???? wtf let me draw this is so fucked up. whenever this migraine decides to stop making me it’s bitch though i’ll be forced to finalize my tim design cause i really really really wanna make red robin art but my boy needs to be consistent… he’s so so so inconsistent rn… i’m so sorry. wanna do reference sheets for a lot of characters tbh….

do people do that??? can i just make a character sheet for a character that in fact already exists??? yeah. yeah i can idc if its unconventional actually. and if it isn’t, even better! def core four. def superfam. maybe batfam if i feel nice, like i love the batfam (sorry) but there is way too many of them??? okay anyway this is a really long winded way of saying i wanna come up w a complete tim design and i am asking for headcanons anybody has because i don’t have too too many ideas rn im SORRYYYY </3…it’s also five am so just let me go to sleep. but. yeah send me some tim headcanons i could try incorporating :-) feel free to yap ab them too im such a sucker for reading peoples little character studies <3 like yes how does that girl wearing her hair in a ponytail represent her struggles with femininity??? yeah. yaaayyy! ok gonna sleep now….bye

tldr; tell me your tim drake design hcs

[taegularities]

RIDDD 🎀🖇🩵

are you truly feeling better? ;-; a migraine is the last thing i'd wish upon anyone among list of terrible headaches, bcs i used to have cluster headaches— so i can only guess what's a whole migraine must be like ; please take care of yourself, and rest well :(

i don't know if it would be insensitive to drop the following long message here rn, but you obv have the liberty to ignore it till you feel better or as you wish. this is your domain, after all. love you.

"RUINED" : RAMBLE.

i had to drop the headcanons that's been eating up my mind bc the other day while i was taking my mock tests, my mind kept drifting off to the couple. lol. so here's a list of headcanons i had as a reader, from all the different bits of the story and the things you told us. hehe. these are mostly 'soft moments' as asked by you in that ask ( i wish i could drop the reference links, but i'm on my phone so it's hard to operate dually. however, i shall say which parts inspired what brainrot : they're from your works )

RUINED : BRAINROTS.

inspo : a!oc is the type of person who knows what she wants, her saying : two years of marriage and i still put up with the way you put the toilet paper the wrong way around. lol. her being very organized too bc she doesn't want work to pile up and focuses on her tasks in office. both of thm loving to sing

if she loves her things organized, i can see— during the beginning of their dating life, tae'd come over on a random weekend, only to find a!oc cleaning up, in her most natural state, and the mundane aspect of it would melt him. why? bcos he's the been there, done that sort of person, but not when it comes to these things. the domesticity, i mean. hehe.

also, the fact that she trusted him enough to show that side of her? :') the only reason she wouldn't stress about her look is bc she's adorably engrossed in her work and NEEDS IT DONE AND HE SAW HER IN OTHER STATES TOO 🫠

HELLO, RID. CAN YOU SEE HIM ENTERING HOME TO HER ONE DAY AND A!OC MOUTHING THE LYRICS OF A LOVE SONG TO TAE WHILE DOING MUNDANE THINGS WHILE THE MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BG?

AFTER THAT THEY COMPOSED THEIR OWN SONG OR SMTH IDK U TELL, RID!

inspo : a!oc being adorable-oc in general. her eyes having the purity even in the lewdest moments, her general love and admiration for him, original ruin you devil tango on the phone drabble 😮‍💨 a!oc loving to draw, tae in general loosing his composure around her lol

this one is loosely based on what my friend did once. so we were in a fb video call and she just randomly made a quick sketch of me on doodle. it was beautiful. 😔

since we are talking soft moments mostly, i can literally see him trying to sexually rizz her up on some video call— imagine him going like 'are you touching yourself?' or smth bc her hands are busy 🤣 but homegirl, who misses him sm and can be an adorable vixen, leads him on— only to send a quicksketch of him so beautifully done ( with artist-oc : a!oc touch 🥹 )....and can you imagine his reaction? always 'interpreting him anew' x 'you are an artist to me, okay?'

SORRY! I DON'T REMEMBER THE LINES VERBATIM!

inspo : basically, tae's protectiveness towards her, a!oc not liking to depend on people, her caring about his demons and wanting to fight his battles and these intially clashing, smex that melts you. tae : i cried, she crode. we s-crewed. ( no, rid. you never wrote that but its just a lil meme ref 😭 ) old tae and his demons.

this one is also from initial years. i think if she were to ever get injured in any way or had a scar—however minor, he'd still spend hours on those spot/s, kissing & hating himself for not being there when it happened. also, i think if she didn't tell him about such a thing/things bc it's not an issue to her, because he had sm going on according to her and didn't wanna pile on— he'd be upset. can see her making jokes about it since it's nothing to her, and him glaring at her with swimming red eyes ( just like the wedding drabble where he threatened her to never leave him ), and making similar threats to his favorite girl ( mid-lovemaking ) ☹️

you often write that before meeting her, tae's biggest flex in bed was composure. so i can literally see him shortcircuting (even during the roughest rounds), hearing her say the most loving things and her unadultered affection. the holds only bared by his urge to take care of her first like you always say.

also, i think when he first introduced her to his world of ruined tango, he was more concerned about her, than a!oc herself. can see him internally worrying, but she is the type to want it harder and more, anyway, to his constant surprise 😂 no, but seriously. suppose it's waxplay, and he knows what he's doing bc he's a pro, but it's still his a!oc 😭 no matter how much lust and control is swarming around them, his need to smear his affection on/inside her is REAL! ever love someone so much that even being balls deep in them isn't enough bc you wanna consume them whole??? and merge with their soul and being??? that's them, and it was novel for him. right?

and you said he kinda likes giving away control more now? why can i see a!oc, simply like a mini-him in some ways, just loving on every nook and crany of his being, when she first took over charge? 🥹 she must have had sm love to give him 🥹 i mean, in the past giving away control would be all about pleasure, but i think when he gave her that role for the first time, he wasn't expecting getting LOVED ON. CAN U HEAR HER WHISPERING PROMISES AND COMPLIMENTS IN THE PUREST WAYS? ( yk how she said, "well, it's true. i want it' about his 🐓 in such a harmless way? 🫠 ) whole lotsa crying, right? ....right?......RIGHT? 😭 bc it's never enough. not until they breathe. the other. in. AAAAA-

inspo : random ig reel, lol. this girl asked her bf, if her soul were to get switched with her bestfriend's, who would he pick. homeboy replied : i will take you to an exorcist 😂

imagine somebody asking her that question, but the other way around and in tae's presence— can see him tensing up bc hello, ry!jk wassup 🤩🚨 but a!oc will also pull up a "will take him to an exorcist" answer and set his demons free 🕊🕊🕊

inspo : papa!tae and mama-a!oc.

sometimes, i assume their first born is a son, then i settle for a daughter. or maybe an older brother to a lil sister. anyway, daughter is a mini a!oc. teenie tinie version of her 🤏🏻🥹 and he looks like such a girl dad at times, too.

to me—the babygirl has a!oc's eyes, his nose, and a pair of both of their lips combined, but also her father's fullness. why her mama's eyes?

BC DOUBLE HER, DOUBLE THE PEACE IN TAE'S LIFE.

imagine her wrapping that tiny chubby soft hand around his wedding ring instead of the pinky/thumb/index 🫠 he'd definitely be like : both of you women are gonna be the end of me :))))))))))))))))))))

little monet family. 🎐

it's so late at night. i resign 😮‍💨 please, recitfy me as you wish. also i forgot a lot of them, so pardon me 🫂 i couldn't articulate properly. had so much to write and tell but 🕸🕸🕸 love you, rid. thank you.

HI LOVE 🥺 i was feeling better last night and most of today haha but now the headache's coming back :')))) just why :'') it's a pretty horrible pain, but welp. and no worries babe, this isn't insensitive at all??? in fact, this is so fkn sweet?? 😭

yes, she def seems like someone who has her act together. as an office assistant, she's used to working neatly and diligently, so she'd be scolding tae for little things for sure hahaha :') ahhh the domesticity would shoot an arrow into his heart. he's never experienced such a love, you know? so to know somebody's here and his home… must affect him for sure :( they're both kind of an anchor to the other, and prove each other time and time again that they're able to show their true side. NAWH THEIR OWN LOVE SONG THO YES PLS.

the purity even in the filhiest moments is so fucking real. i don't remember if i actually mentioned that, but yes??? she's an angel, so there's some innocence in her eyes no matter what. NOT YOU USING MY QUOTES AGAINST ME IN A SKETCH SITUATION 😭 omg the confession.. you are an artist to me :') she would she would she would!!!

oh, he'd lose his shit if he saw an injury on her :( i remember my ex once crying and rushing to the hospital when i fell in the shower, and i had a lil scar on my chin (still do), and i think tae would feel similar? shedding tears and inspecting her wound and just everything :( he loves his baby and wants not a single scratch on her

omg ofc, he'd never be able to keep his chill with her hahaha no touch is ever enough. needs her melted with him <3

"i think when he gave her that role for the first time, he wasn't expecting getting LOVED ON" BABE YESS!!! 😭 maybe that's why he's so comfortable with her, too, even if he gives away control. he knows she knows what she's doing. also omg the exorcism one 😂 they're both witty so 100%.

hahaha honestly, i can't remember what i said about their firstborn or if i said anything at all, but yeah honestly both is possible!!! a boy whom he loves teaching life, or a girl who he adores with all his heart.. would definitely destroy him, along with oc hahaha that's a bit too much for his lil (big) heart :') little monet family 🥺

i hope you slept well!!! thank you so much for typing this all out??? i can't believe somebody's ready to do this for me or is invested enough in one of my stories to come up with such wholesome and long ass headcanons??? i love you fr 😭 i'm always here if you remember the others. thank you <3

[toinfinitywinning]

Dear IVIg—I’m still thankful you’re an option but youuu suck.

🤞🏼If it doesn’t help the only other known option to help relieve Pain THAT WE KNOW OF (@⁨Mom⁩ I want to make sure u saw how I phrased this b/c of confusion last time LOL) until something else is I guess figured out is to see my neurologist in Cincy Who spoke to Serena (Williams) for my migraines and finally have to do Botox which I believe might be her last option for me as well. I mean it is possible things in Life will not be healable and that’s just what I have to tell myself. I have to stay realistic and positive at the same time —some ppl might feel differently. That’s why I’ve told ppl to pls not tell me I’m going to heal or get better. It isn’t about the gesture, I know, and have thanked ppl for meaning well. But, we, you, research has no idea. Hope. You can Hope for me but it’s too hard to hear what might never happen. Now if it was strep—barring something really bad, yea. But similarly I can’t answer people when they ask me what I’m taking for it. Or if there is a cure. So, in my eyes look at it like any other disease that’s been researched w/o a cure for decades. And COVID is very very young. I think ab as old as one of my nephews, 5 yrs. so that means as I’m sure u have already figured out on your Own that’s all the research we got. So far my body doesn’t take to any of it. It doesn’t take to many medicines either. Like at all. And that being the hard Truth I’ve had to think about how much dueling with Meds and doctors I want to do. And I told Mom the other Day i may want to Stop trying things (wait.) b/c there is actually nothing else to do. No really. That is not me giving up. It’s stopping; knowing that for now this is what we have. I’ve exhausted what is known to possibly help and I’m exhausted trying until there’s something else. It is finally resting in the fact that I can rest in the fact knowing for now I can do it. But im exhausted and all u all R too! Again sounds dramatic and it is, but I will not be a Lab mouse or statistic or trial forever. I helped research for over 2 years. And somebody got LHC a week after me Who contributed to it too. And when I say nothing has helped. That is not a Gentry like exaggeration. It’s simply sadly true. I get pockets without Pain or a migraine bandaged w/ Tylenol. At first I didn’t have to swallow that. I was not this bad at first. And having almost Pain driven hallucinations some nights is all I need to experience to make that Choice.

So, I’m giving this IVIg a really Good “shot” and the Botox if needed and continue to try what we’re doing rn and then I will live knowing I can escape for a short period of time sometimes so not to take that for granted and I truly might be one of those ppl whose Family member stays on the back of the bulletin. They’re saturated with it. I remember being little at church drawing on that back page of the bulletin and wondering why ppl just stayed there forever. I thought it was a mistake or a running Tab idk. Didn’t get it. It’s not funny but yk. I just never—no kid, anyone holding to only shreds Left of innocence ever thinks it will be them, but there is so much more we will never see on the back of one for so many other things. I like those people.

Resting in rest could be Good. Any advice on how to do that?

PS Dad and Mom not many 70 yo’s can do what you’re doing to help so Cool your jets 🤣ツ . Let me count the ways. Later.

[technowings]

I survived my DOL meeting and only feel like a minor failure at life!

While it's nice that they include activities like said meetings, things like working on your resume and taking free classes towards your 'job search' count, I feel it's ridiculous to expect people to job search out to 50 miles/1 hr of travel.

Would the job even pay for your mileage, wear on the car, and loss of the will to live going out that far?! Like jfc my personal limit has been 30 minutes (not including the bus, which took like 1 -1.5 hrs), because past that what kind of life are you even working towards?

Got some shit for not having a driver's license and not like having it medically taken away or whatever but I don't feel safe driving. Not with my migraines, anxiety, and poor attention span. At 37 without one, you'd think that people could just understand that there's something 'wrong' with me, so to speak. Like all the places I want to go? The jobs I could have? Is being limited by the bus, walking, and available rides somehow ☆glamorous☆ by comparison? Does it not speak to something past 'laziness'? Like I could randomly take myself to the zoo! I could surprise my partner with a special trip! I could maybe be a private investigator like I goddamn want(ed) to be!!

And yes, I'm not in physical therapy rn. They told me I didn't need it. Usually the specialist saying that you don't 'need' something means insurance won't pay for it. I can ask my Dr next week about it, but??? Idk, the whole thing with my hand has been a lot of ass and things not going as they should and very frustrating! My hand is *better* but not healed. There's 1.5 ish years of issue, it didn't seem accurate that it could clear up in only 3 months.

Apparently both those things rankled me more than I thought, but the meeting other than that was good I guess. Got some new places to check for jobs, and some to maybe apply to.

But that's a later/tomorrow thing. I am very emotionally tired from that and other errands today.

[vacantvermillion]

feeling particularly lost and empty today and i really just do not want to exist at all, i am so tired of feeling so unfufilled and constantly waiting to feel like i am wanted and liked rather than tolerated and i really wish i could grasp what the fuck i'm supposed to do with all the things i've been feeling lately other than completely shut down and shut myself out from everyone. i miss feeling like more than the sum of my past. i miss feeling like i have control over my own life and future and i wish i could feel like there was a point. i wish i understood why i'm so easy to forget or cast aside and i wish i was a better friend and a better person and i wish help existed in the world for people like me, like, actual help and actual understanding. and i wish so bad that i just. wasn't me, i wish i could stop feeling so unsafe in vulnerability and i wish i could forget all the horrible things that you taught me to believe about myself and others.

the cptsd is cptsd-ing real hard rn and the 20+ hour migraine that fucked my sleep schedule up after i FINALLY fixed it def isn't making any of these feelings any less intense and i hate that i want to do what i want to do rn. i just really want to sit in the grass somewhere and stare at the stars while listening to music and i wish that i felt like i was enough for the people in my life and i wish i could believe what others say they see in me, i wish i could feel more than just induldged, i wish i felt truly craved, i wish i knew how to let myself feel that i am wanted in any capacity. idk. i'm just. really feeling it all tonight and not in a good way.

i miss myself.

[matt-erialgirl]

How would Matt take care of you when your migraines hit? Sounds like it’s a common occurrence for you babeyy 😞 feel better soon

Awe babes thank you so much ♥️ it’s a shitty but common occurrence indeed. can’t not say that 50% of the times i get them, it’s because im not taking good care of myself so babies PLEASE care for yourselves, your well-being and your bodies ✨

Before I get into this, I’m letting you know rn im basing this off my own experience with migraines. And hey, if you dont get them, I’m so happy for you God bless. If you get them, come cry with me.

Migraines are different for everyone (symptoms, severity, how long they last) but mine make me extremely sensitive to light and sound. Everything is just ten times brighter and ten times louder and the actual headache sits on half my forehead, that same side’s ear, jaw and that whole side of my skull. It can hang around for as long as 48 hours. Turning this into a cute little drabble or whatever because cute

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Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Every tick sounded louder than the last, each one thudding in your ears with an echo that felt like it was vibrating inside your skull. You laid there, body curled up on the leather sofa, head tucked under a throw pillow to avoid the purple lights pouring into Matt’s living room as your head continued to pound to the sound of the clock; in sync.

You wanted to get up and rip it off the wall but that meant having to pull your head out from the dark and open your eyes; both thoughts sounded absurd to you in your mind. So, you stayed put, squeezing your eyes shut, willing the sounds and lights to fade away.

What felt like hours later, you heard Matt enter the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him only to hear you groan in pain at how loud the slam sounded in your ears.

Matt’s head tilted to follow the sound you made, quickly figuring out that something was wrong. He could hear your heart pounding, your breathing was ragged, your nails scratching against the fabric on his pillows.

”baby?” He whispered gently, piecing his observations together, throwing everything down by the door and discarding his suit jacket on the opposite sofa.

“another migraine?” he breathed as he bent down at his knees to be level with you, his palm gently resting against your back while your head remained under the pillow.

”it’s so bad,” you breathed, barely a whisper, but he heard you. He swiftly got up to his feet, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt to roll the sleeves up to his elbows. He made his way to the kitchen, filling a tall glass with water and finding your migraine medication before bringing it all back to you.

He felt bad having to rouse you from your hideout, knowing exactly how terrible you would feel the second the dark was ripped away from you. “try to get up and take this please,” he said gently, keeping his voice down, “I know you probably haven’t.”

Your head pounded harder as you started to move, pushing the pillow off your head and pulling your head out of the corner of the sofa. A small whimper fell from your lips as a searing pain shot through the side of your head, your eyes struggling to open up.

“it’s so bright,” you huffed, squinting to see Matt’s outstretched hands and taking the tablet and glass from him, “thank you, Matty.”

”I’ll be right back,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before he started flitting around his apartment. You watched him through a crack in your eyes, a small smile making its way to your lips as you realised what he was doing.

Matt switched off every light in sight, the clicking if the switches loud in your ears as he moved quickly between them. Next, he placed a roll of thick cloth tape on the coffee table before he made his way into the bedroom, coming back with three folded blankets.

You watched in silent gratitude as Matt taped the blankets to his large windows, making a note in the back of your mind of the need of actual curtains, even if the windows don‘t bother him.

Without a second thought, he made his way over to the clock on the wall by the bedroom and pulled it down, putting an end to its incessant ticking and relieving it of its batteries. A sigh of relief tumbled out of your lips at the absence of sound. Your head falling back against the sofa, eyes shut.

”what else do you need, baby?” Matt asked gently, coming up to you from behind the sofa and placing his palm gently against your cheek.

”blindfold,” you told him quietly, slowly turning your head to the side and pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of his palm, “it’s in the-“

”bedside table drawer,“ he finished with a nod, gently rubbing his thumb across your temple before pulling away to retrieve the black silk scarf you used specifically for this.

He knew it was because no matter how hard you squeezed your eyes shut, it still felt like you could see and it wasn’t dark enough. But part of him also knew you found relief in the fabric squeezing your temples and pushing against your eyes.

He sat down next to you, scarf in hand, his heart aching at the mere thought of you in pain. He reached out and felt for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze so you’d get up for him tie the silk around your eyes.

You sat up, eyes closed and facing him. “Okay,” you breathed before Matt pulled the silk up to your eyes. As he brought it around to the back of your head, you leaned forward, placing your forehead against his shoulder so the knot was easier for him to tie.

”Tighter, please,“ you whispered against his shoulder.

Matt obliged, pulling the fabric a little tighter around your head, a sigh falling from your lips as he tied it there.

”Thank you,” you smiled, reveling in the darkness you now found yourself in, the pressure around your head heavenly against the pain.

Matt smiled and pulled you close, slotting you into his side, your legs draped over his thighs and your head in the crook of his neck. His hand went up to run through your hair to lull you to sleep, while the other traced patterns onto your thigh. Slowly, you started to calm down, your breathing getting slower and deeper as you started to drift off, Matt not once leaving your side.

[allieebobo]

I have a terrible migraine rn so im wondering what would the ROs do (in the relationship stage) if mc has chronic migraines and when they get a headache sometimes they just drop their head on the ROs' shoulder? Thanks a lot!

Hey anon, so sorry to hear that, and hope you feel better soon! <3

Rayyan

If MC’s in their room, Rayyan’ll immediately shut off all the lights, draw all the blinds, and nod at MC’s roommate, if they're present. "You will either keep very, very quiet, or you will find somewhere else to be." They say. Nobody argues with Rayyan, when they’re looking like that.

Then Rayyan’ll proceed to get you a whole jug of water, and get MC in bed. "Rest," they'll say, in a tone that brooks no argument, and kiss MC on the forehead.

Finally, they’ll busy themselves helping MC do errands they can't do while resting.

If MC drops their head on Rayyan’s shoulder, Rayyan will peer down at them, frowning. “Do I need to get everyone to shut up? Or is this a ‘I like you’ head-rest?”

Tobin

Doesn't matter where Tobin is, or what they're doing. They'll be there for MC in a heartbeat, carrying a cold compress and an essential oils diffuser. 

They’ll first set up the room for MC, then tuck them into bed. “Tell me what you need, baby,” They’ll murmur, and it could be anything - a soft, attentive massage, or holding MC in their arms, or letting MC rest against their chest, tucked in between the crook of their legs. 

If MC drops their head on Tobin’s shoulder, they’ll smile and press a kiss to the top of their head. “That feels nice,” They’ll whisper, lips pressed gently into MC’s hair.  

G

They have no real experience with migraines, or people with migraines, but the first time MC gets a migraine, G listens very attentively to what MC needs, then does exactly what they ask. They sit in the room the whole time, reading a book while MC sleeps.

The episode passes, but the next time MC meets G, they pass MC a small bottle of peppermint oil. “Did some research,” they say, almost bashfully, and that’s when MC realises that they might actually care. “These are supposed to help, right?” 

If MC drops their head on G’s shoulder, G will snake an arm round them, and wordlessly met their gaze, checking in. 

Sam

Even though Sam can’t keep a plant alive for the life of them, their brain seems to make an exception for MC; They know exactly what MC needs, and can recognise the tell-tale signs of a migraine coming on - they even know MC’s usual triggers and the precise way that MC likes to be held or massaged when a migraine’s coming on.  

When Sam’s not with MC, sometimes MC calls them, saying “migraine-” and Sam just stays on the line, breathing softly - present - while MC sleeps or squeezes their eyes shut. 

If MC drops their head on Sam’s shoulder, Sam pulls them in close. “Scram, gremlins, Go have your rock concert somewhere else.” They’ll say, referencing something MC’d said long ago to explain what the migraine felt like. 

[hycksdump]

◜𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 take a break ! × 030522

pairing; jeno x fem!reader x jaemin words; 1.3k | warnings; cursing, mentions of covid/pandemic | an; i have a migraine rn i want to sleep but fuck i am so nomin poly deprived it woke my writing phase up from the dead.

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-—- you are happy that you have two boyfriends, it just means you are extra spoiled every day, every minute, every second. But sometimes you also need some alone time.

you don't know why but your head is in pain. you could barely even keep your eyes open. it feels like your head is being squished. you want to sleep but work is keeping you from coming in contact with your bed. you keep yourself busy typing away on the laptop, sipping on your tea that you made in hopes of easing your migraine— spoiler; it's not making it any better.

a few moments later you hear the apartment door open, signalling that one of your boyfriends is home. yes, boyfriends. one of the two stepped in your home, plastic bags shuffling as he takes off his shoes. he shouts his presence and by the sound of his voice you recognized that it was jaemin, who went to the supermarket to get groceries for dinner.

and as much as you loved your boyfriend, his voice made your head pound even more. you groan in pain and just in time jaemin comes in your shared room, worried as you were sitting in your chair, head thrown back with each of your pointer fingers circling your temples.

"Hey, what's wrong? are you alright?" he drops the single plastic bag that he was carrying by the door to tend to you. "No, my head hurts and you shouting made it worse." you hissed. jaemin puts his lips together into a thin line, not daring to say anything further. he tugs your arm to make you go to the bed but you insist on doing work.

"You need rest, love," he says, prying you off your chair, " Work can wait." you give in, not in the mood to argue with jaemin as he is persistent when he is taking care of you.

as soon as your back hits the smooth covers you began to melt into a comfortable state. sighing in content as you felt your headache begin to die down and become bearable. but all that is taken away from you when the door opens and another voice erupts. jaemin exits the kitchen with his face cringing and finger coming up to his mouth as a sign to keep quiet. jeno blinks but he obeys.

he enters the bedroom quietly as he possibly can. he sees you curled up in a comfortable position. jaemin got you to change into something comfortable— in one of his sweatpants and jeno's hoodies— and left you to cook something for your migraine. your eyebrows furrowed at the tiniest noise like the squeaking hinges of the door and the clicking of the door knob as jeno closes it shut. you felt the bed dip making you sigh in annoyance.

for some odd reason, whenever you do get migraines your mood goes down south and this is the first time in almost a year since you've started dating both boys. maybe it's because stress causes them and jeno and jaemin had made it impossible for you to get a migraine. until now.

tasks for work have piled up since you've started working from home due to the pandemic. jaemin was stunned at the way you rejected his affections from earlier but he respected it, gave you some space and time to cool off by yourself. but poor jeno, he's so clueless and now he's sulking because he rejected your greeting kiss.

"jaeminie~" he whines and the younger immediately shushes him. jeno pouts because he had just been rejected twice by both his lovers. jaemin, feeling bad for the boy, pats his hair and gives him a quick peck.

"is there something wrong? is she sick?" he asks, muffled a bit against jaemin's hoodie as he nuzzles against him for warmth.

"she just has a migraine, she'll be fine." jeno parts and goes back to their room to change from his outside clothes. once he's finish showering, he spots you sitting up against the headboard with jaemin sitting next to you as he feeds you the soup he made earlier. jeno hurriedly goes over to the other side to snuggle up against you.

"jeno you're wet," you run your fingers through his hair before pushing him off your side. he sulks, jaemin chuckles at your rejection for his affection.

"are feeling better?" jaemin asks, handing you the cup of water he was holding. you take a sip of water and downing the pain killer along with it.

"a little," you answered, fidgeting with the glass before opening your mouth, "but can you two sleep on the couch? just for tonight, please?" the boys were stunned. it wasn't that the couch was uncomfortable, it was a foldable couch that could be a bed if you unfold the cushions. but it's the first time since you've started dating that you refused to sleep together.

"i'm just really uncomfortable right now and i just want to be alone." you explained. jaemin takes your hands in his, rubbing your knucklea with his thumb. "it's ok, it's just one night, yeah?" you nod.

"i love you both, really i do." jeno caresses your other arm before kissing your cheek. "we love you too, don't worry about us, get some rest." they give you a final kiss before leaving the room. jaemin takes the tray of food with him and leaves you more tea and a bottle of water with a pack of pain killers just in case.

a part of you felt guilty for kicking them out but your migraine is silently thanking you as it eases the throbbing in your head.

the next morning you felt like you were floating ona cloud. the sun rays peeked through the blinds giving your a natural glow. you stretched your arms and reached out for your phone on the bedside table. reading the time, it was seven in the morning. a little too early for your liking but you slept so well last night because of the pills.

you exit the bedroom to see jeno still on the couch bed, curled up into a ball wrapped in the comforter. you get a waft of the delicious smell of food cooking in the kitchen. you creeped up behind the man cooking away on the stove, giving him a hug.

"good morning, how are you feeling?" he greets.

" 'm feeling a lot better, thank you." he turns to give you a quick kiss before leaving to check on your other boyfriend. who's peacefully sleeping on the couch bed. you carefully crawl on top to where he laid and wrapped an arm and a leg around his body. he groans, slowly waking up.

"good morning baby," he grumbles a reply half-asleep, hardly understandable but you ignored it. slowly your eyes began to feel heavy as sleep swallows you again. you were about to submit to the darkness when jaemin nudges you from behind.

"hey sleepy heads it's time for breakfast." the both of you didn't bother to move.

"a few more minutes."

"jeno has work and you have work as well." jeno mumbles something and again none of you could understand. you pulled jaemin down to let him cuddle with you. now three of you are squished together on the tiny space. you would be lying if you say you didn't miss this last night but now that your migraine is gone you could enjoy the warmth radiating from the to bodies sandwiching you.

"i love you both and thank you."

now you know jeno is almost awake but again he answer is inaudible which made you both chuckle at your adorable boyfriend. and just like that you fell asleep and you three ended up being late for whatever you had scheduled.

[shingia]

i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this request before (feel free to ignore if u have loll) but could i request how hq boys would help u when ur hungover.... cause i am big time rn LMAO please and thanks <33

✗ HQ BOYS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGOVER ✗

the way i ran to my drafts to start writing this omg 🏃🏻‍♀️ ngl it almost made me miss being hungover <\33 anyways- hope you’ll feel better v soon and are taking care of your poor hungover self 😽

-> timeskip! kita, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, oikawa

-> warnings : mentions of alcohol (for obvious reasons), mentions of throwing up and mentions of food

— KITA

• this man knows how to handle a hangover better than anyone

• he’s a moderate drinker, but his grandmother’s books contain the cure to everything and he’s more than willing to make you benefit from his knowledge

• he will make you drink these three bottles of water, that bowl of tomato soup and that banana milkshake with a tablespoon of honey. dehydration ? he doesn’t know her

• but kita also knows how important it is to not stay in bed all day, so he’ll insist on having you spend at least thirty minutes outside in the fresh air, most probably in your backyard

• you can refuse, of course. but he’ll take away your cuddle privilege immediately, so~ your choice

• also expect a lot a few disapproving looks,,, because as much as he loves to pamper you, he can’t help but remember the dozens of times he told you you’d had enough to drink last night. obviously you didn’t listen

• i think would disapprovingly care : like- lecturing you under his breath as he sprays essential oils on your bedsheets or tests the temperature of the bath water before letting you in

• remember the cuddle privilege i talked about? yeah, that’s going to be your reward at the end of the day for not being stubborn and docilely following his instructions

• with freshly perfumed bedsheets and his natural body warmth, you’re likely to fall asleep in five second tops. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you, quite the contrary. no, this man will continue to take care of you in your sleep

• and by that i mean belly rubs to make sure your nausea is gone when you wake up, or gentle head massages to make your migraine go away. he might even brush your hair so that you won’t wake up with knots

• he doesn’t even expect you to thank him, because « isn’t that what all husbands are supposed to do ? »

— KUROO

• he’s probably hungover too because he had to finish half of your drinks,,, yet it still wasn’t enough to prevent you from waking up with the biggest headache

• in other words : dimmed lights all day. he might not even open the blinds. and to be honest he likes these kind of vibes

• sure, it feels like your brains are about to explode, and every single part of your body is aching (eyelashes included), but it’s cozy and your minds are too fogged to worry about anything other than getting better- so it’s self care and self care only today

• it’s likely that none of you will feel like eating something, but kuroo’s an athlete : he knows better than to skip a meal, especially when you both feel so weak

• so he’ll sacrifice himself and make the grueling effort of leaving the bed to cook you a little something, nothing extravagant but still enough to reinvigorate the two of you

• and since you don’t have anything better to do, you guys decide to watch the videos you took during the party,,, and slowly come to the realization that you have very few memories of what happened

• « is that you dancing on that table ? » you ask him, pointing at the man who is just a second away from tripping on a napkin

• lifting his shorts, kuroo glances at the bruise on the upper part of his thigh : « ohh- well that explains a lot »

• chances are that, because of his built, kuroo will feel better before you. so the true pampering will come later in the evening

• he’s got vitamins, ibuprofens, blankets, and his arms ready for you. you’re in for the deepest sleep of your life

— TSUKISHIMA

• « i told you so »™️

• you would wake up feeling like absolute crap and he would be eyeing you, standing next to the bed with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised : « how are we feeling ? », even though the answer is pretty obvious

• but he knows that sarcasm won’t get him anywhere so he tries to tone it down (try to)

• you might think he’s not going to do much, but as soon as you step out of the shower he forced you to take (even though you were exhausted), you realize that he did do much

• the clothes you wore last night are already in the washing machine, your new ones (most probably his) are neatly folded on your bed, waiting for you, and he’s cooking an anti-hungover meal that he looked up on the internet

• if he has to study while you’re getting some rest in the bedroom he will put reminders on his phone every 15mn to come and check on you

• and he never leaves the room without lifting the covers up to your shoulders to make sure you won’t get cold

• he also wets a towel and gives it to you to place over your eyes if they’re sore

• but as soon as he’s done studying, he joins you in bed with greatest pleasure. and it’s a good thing that tsukki loves comfortable silences, because neither of you feel like saying anything

• you’re just laying there, letting him keep track of time since you’re too busy enjoying being pampered that much

— SUNA

• blackmail material for YEARS (in addition to the videos and pictures he took of you during the party)

• he turns this into a vlog, you could be half-asleep on the couch and hear him talk to the camera from the kitchen like « so here i am making pasta for this lightweight who threw up all night... i’m still waiting for my boyfriend of the year’s award... »

• but really, he’s just being dramatic. deep down he loves to take care of you when you’re hungover because you get much clingier,,, so he allows himself to be clingier too

• as much as he loves to lay down on top of you, the roles are reversed this time. because being crushed by a 6’3 tall man while you’re hungover is probably not a very good idea

• but before these lazy cuddles, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable : so he’ll remove your makeup (if you wore any) and give you his clothes because he knows you like how oversize they are

• so yes, naps and water are definitely the keywords of the day, but tell him once that you crave one specific food and he’ll immediately go get it for you

• he’s also surprisingly careful with any possible headache, so he’ll keep his earphones on while scrolling on his phone to make sure you can rest in complete silence

• however, at some point he will hand you his phone and have you record a video for your future self. something along the lines of : « hi y/n, this is you from the past. i feel like absolute shit right now so please be more reasonable next time... and don’t let rin get more embarrassing pictures of us »

• and you can be sure that he’ll use this video as a threat next time you’re partying. he would just have to point at his phone from the other side of the room and you would understand what he means

— OIKAWA

• he’s not the person to call if you want to be talked out of partying ever again

• because not only does he spend the entire day praising you highly for the way you looked yesterday, but you also realize that he loves your drunk self (as long as he’s here to watch over you)

• he doesn’t mind you complaining because he’s had a few hangovers of his own,, so feel free to whine about your stomachache/headache all you want

• and if you throw up ? it’s ok, he’s got you. and he’s not leaving your side unless you ask him to

• literally, he spends the entire day babying you. you’re feeling too tired to brush your teeth ? no problem, he’ll have you sit on the edge of the bathtub and do it for you

• same goes for washing your hair or getting dressed : there’s nothing he’ll refuse

• if your head doesn’t hurt too much, he’ll offer to watch a stupid tv show in front of which you can fall asleep without missing anything important

• and he’ll make sure to get the right cuddle position right away because he knows you’ll probably fall asleep very quickly and he doesn’t want to wake you up by fidgeting under you

• also: expect many many scalp massages. and his hands are the softest so they feel absolutely divine

• i think oikawa knows a lot about hydration so he’ll probably make you drink something like sugary water to give you a little boost. and if you don’t trust this drink, he’ll try again with another one until you’re completely hydrated

• and as i said, he’s very supportive,, almost too much : « you finished your glass ! i’m proud of you baby! »

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[missmouse25]

Well how about Max taking care of his gf with migraine (me rn😅)

Hello lovely Anon! I'm sorry that this took a bit, I only got to writing while I was at work this morning. I hope that you're feeling better and if you're not, that maybe this fic can bring you some comfort ❤️also sorry that it's so short

A Pain In The ... - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov (female in mind when I was writing tbh) // 389 words // Fluff // not exactly a warning but he does see you naked so if that's something you're not comfortable with, please be cautious

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'Well, this sucks.’

The normally comfy couch felt like it was made of rocks and no matter how I shifted the pillow beneath my head, nothing made the pain ant less.

The inside of my skull throbbed. Every heartbeat sent a pulse of discomfort into my brain.

This migraine had put me in a foul mood.

Which made me feel a little bit bad for my boyfriend. Only a little bit though.

~

“Still not feeling good?” Max asked, kneeling next to the couch, gently stroking my hair.

“No…”my voice was groggy.

“Have you taken painkillers?”

Under normal circumstances, I would’ve been endured by this concern. However…

“No, Max, I’ve decided that I enjoy being miserable,” I said sarcastically.

He took a long, deep breath in – maybe he was trying to remember that we did love each other.

“Would you like me to run you a bath?”

The fact that he was still being kind made me mad at myself.

“Yes, please, Max.”

He planted a kiss on my forehead before saying he’d come get me when the tub was full.

~

The warm water felt good. My head continued to throb but I was slowly feeling better.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in.”

A cool breeze drifted in with max as he entered the bathroom. It made me shiver.

“I brought you some tea, love,” he said, passing a cup to me.

“Thank you.”

Max settled himself on the bathroom floor, sipping from his own drink. And I took a moment just to appreciate him.

His soft hair that he kept saying he needed to trim but didn’t; deep dark eyes that I could get lost in her hours if he let me. Slowly I went through all the little details of his face.

And when he caught me staring, he smiled and blushed.

~

Max run his fingers through my hair. I lay with my head on his chest; listening to his heart beat.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s ok. Its one of the few times when you can be a pain in the arse and I won’t mind.”

“Hey, that’s rude,” I said half-heartedly.

He just laughed a little.

“But You’re me pain in the arse. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

A content sigh escaped my lips.

“Yeah, and you’re mine.”

And finally, I could feel the pain subside.

[house-of-slayterr]

For Tyty cause I hate that he’s sick rn 😭 @joelsgeetar have some more PeePaw fluff

Tw: This is a slasher fic so murder I guess 🤨

Sick Days

I paced around the house trying to figure out what the best course of action was. Peepaw wouldn’t be home until long after the sun went down. He was always much better at this stuff than I was. He was used to dealing with shit on his own for so long that nothing phases that man anymore. And I truly admired that about him. I really needed him right now, fuck Tyler needed him right now.

I hadn’t gotten a glimpse at him yet. He hadn’t stepped foot out of his bedroom all day. But It felt like I could hear his groans of pain throughout the entire house. It was suffocating. And I was no good at comforting people, I never knew the right words to say, or the appropriate responses to have. And I swore everything felt twenty times more awkward for the person I was attempting to comfort than they did for me. But this felt selfish, Tyler shouldn’t have to be up there all alone feeling miserable.

Water, people needed water to remain healthy. But maybe he was warm, or maybe he was freezing. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle off the counter. It was room temperature, which is good. I clicked ont he kettle and watched as the blue light turned on signalling the old thing hadn’t broken on me in my time of need. Micheal had stolen it a while back when I complained about how gross our old kettle was. Most of the stuff in our has was stolen, but I didn’t mind it. It was how Micheal told us he cared.

I then opens the freezer, digging until I found the ice tray. I grabbed a plastic cup from the cupboard, glass cups where nice but cold water caused condensation on the outside of the cup. Condensation could be uncomfortable, or worse make it’s slippery. If Tyler dropped a glass cup and it shattered I would feel awful. Sure he could handle himself, but it was always better safe then sorry. When the click of the kettle sounded I rushed over and took it off it’s base. I grabbed Tyler’s favorite mug and put the hot water in it. I grabbed some elderberry tea bags and a small thimble of honey and set them all on my make shift tray.

“There, now he’ll have options!” I exclaimed proudly.

I carefully carried the tray up the stairs and placed it down on the floor outside his room. I gentle knocked on the door, but I was too scared to say anything. So I went back down stairs to head back to the kitchen. I waited a moment and listened as I heard the sound of his door opening. I heard some shuffling and his door clicked shut again. Good, he’d taking my offering without a fuss. Phase one of my plan was successful.

I opened the fridge and groaned when I realised we didn’t half half the shit I needed. Micheal hated when we left the house without him, he claimed it wasn’t safe. But I didn’t really care, he wasn’t here to stop me right now. But I thought logically. It would take far to long to make it to the supermarket and back. Micheal might come home, or Tyler could actually venture outside his room and realise I was missing. Which meant one of two things, either he’d go looking for me himself, which I’m his current state was the last thing I wanted him to do, or worse, he’d use the emergency cell phone and call Micheal.

I’m both cases I’d be royally fucked. Micheal wouldn’t trust me alone for a while, and if Tyler got hurt because of me I’d never forgive myself. So I wouldn’t venture far. Just down the road, maybe a mile, there was another house, a little old lady and her husband live there alone. I’m sure I could ask them for some help. I slid on my coat and was careful not to make the front door creak. I didn’t put on my boots until I was safely outside. Despite being sick, I was sure Tyler would still hear me otherwise.

I made my way around the house and glanced up to his window. The blinds were drawn, which means he didn’t want any sunlight in. Probably a migraine, light sensitivity was a bitch. I picked up the empty basket I kept on the side of the house for when it was apple picking season. And I made the journey down the road. Despite living in the middle of the woods, it was fall, so there wasn’t much coverage from the trees. I really wished I had grabbed a pair of sunglasses before I left, but I pushed on none the less. I finally saw the house in the distance and I picked up my pace.

I soothed my hair and walked up to the door, knocking. The old lady answered.

“What a pleasant surprise, we never get visitors.” She cheered.

“Hello miss, I hate to bother you-“

“Oh it’s no bother at all, please, come in.”

It was odd, she seemed nice, too nice, but I pushed past it and followed her inside. She gestured for me to sit at the table, and I set down my basket.

“So do what do I owe the pleasure of your visit Little one?”

I bit back a groan, I hated that nickname. Sure I was short for my age, but I’m sure she didn’t mean like that. I was younger than her, by a lot, that’s probably what she meant.

“My brothers sick, I wanted to make him chicken soup but our father doesn’t like when I go to town alone.” I began my fib. “I was wondering if maybe you had any food you could spare?”

“You hear that Russell, this little lady wants to know if she can borrow some of our food.”

I hadn’t even heard her husband enter the room. Normally I was more on guard, but I guess I was distracted.

“Is that so?”

I stood up from the table.

“I’m sorry for intruding, it was stupid of me to ask.”

“Nonsense sweetheart, why don’t you sit back down, I’ll see what I can find.”

Russell sat down in the seat next to me and slid he a water.

“That’s a long walk you too to get here, I’m sure you’re thirsty.”

I took the glass and pretended to sip from it, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew a spiked drink when I saw one. I just had to be nice until I got what I came here for, then I’d run like hell. Normally I’d ask Peepaw to kill these creeps, and he’d do it gladly. But that would mean admitting I went against a direct order, and if there’s one thing I didn’t do, it was give out information under pressure.

“Mildred should be just a moment. We were actually thinking of having chicken soup tonight too. Why don’t you just wait and we can make some for you to take to your brother.”

“No thank you, I think I’d rather make it myself. He’d get worried if I was out too long.”

That wasn’t a lie, except for the fact that Ty didn’t even know I was gone yet. Damn it, I knew this was stupid.

“Oh, we’ll maybe next time.”

Mildred came back into the room.

“This should be everything you need Puddin’ don’t be a stranger.” She said.

I quickly grabbed the stuff out of her hands and bent down to shove it in my basket, but that’s when something felt off. I just barely heard Russell whisper.

“It should have kicked in by now.”

I stiffened, I checked my surroundings but there wasn’t much around, so I continued with the charade.

“We’ll thank you again, I should really get going.”

I walked to the front door, but that’s when Russell trapped me against it.

“Actually, I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere.”

I dropped my basket. Near the door was a set of keys, I yanked them them off their hook and shoved them into his eyes. He stumbled back. But Mildred came back around the corner with a shot gun. Damn these country people with their stupid guns. I dove under the table to hide from her. I heard Russell get back up, and join his wife.

“There ain’t many places you can hide Deary” Mildred sickly sweet voice came.

I had to make this quick, my best bet was to make it to the kitchen, there were weapons there. I couldn’t run on foot, not with her having a gun. So I took off my shoes, they’d be too loud. I snuck my way around into the hall and ran to the kitchen. I quickly armed myself with a knife. If there was one think Micheal had taught me, it was how to be proficient with a knife.

I stayed behind the island counter and waited until Russell entered the kitchen. He was taunting me, trying to get me to come out but it wouldn’t work. That’s when I saw his foot come around the corner, and I struck. I sliced through his Achilles’ tendon with ease and he fell to the ground with a scream. But that drew Mildred’s attention, shit. I crawled over to him and pushed him on his back and placed my hand over his mouth.

“Stop talking!” I hissed.

I pulled him up, forcing him to stand on his good foot. I put my knife to his throat, and that’s when Mildred came into the kitchen. I moved him back toward the stove and turned on the gas, subtly so neither of them would notice

“Now, you’re going to let me walk out of here with this food, and you’re not gonna say a word about me being here, or I will slit your husbands throat.” I warned.

She threw her head back and laughed.

“I knew it!“ she exclaimed.

“What?“ I titled my head like Peepaw always does, in any other circumstance I would have thought it was cute. But I had more to worry about right now.

“I told you Russ, didn’t I? There with that escaped convict. Myers something, he kill all those people!”

“Keep his name… out of your fucking mouth!“ I roared.

I knew I couldn’t let them live now, they’d report Micheal and we’d have to move again. Or worse, they’d catch him again, and this time they’d probably kill him. The state we were currently in did allow the death penalty, which is why I warned Micheal against moving here in the first place. But the old man never listened.

“Or what sweetheart? I’m the one with a gun here.”

“And I’ve got your husband.”

“He’s expendable”.

Damn, this woman was cold. I’d admire her for it if she wasn’t pointing a shot gun at my face. Clearly my threats weren’t working so I went back to trying to pull at her heartstrings, if she even had one.

“Please, I just want to go home. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, and my brother really is sick.”

It felt weird to call Tyler that, but I didn’t really know what else to call him. The two of us had been living with Micheal for a little over a year now. He’d taken us in of separate occasions, never really explaining why he kept the two of us around. But I’d grown close to Tyler in that time, he was a good friend, and right now he needed me to be a good friend. I continued, amping up the tears.

“We’ll leave if that’s what you want, we’ll go far away from here and you’ll never see me again. Just please don’t report us to the cops.”

And it seemed to be working, I saw a flashing of guilt, no, compassion, in here eyes. I quickly threw my knife, pinning her to the wall behind her, by the collar of her shirt. I grabbed my basket and sprinted to the door. I heard a ruckus behind me and Russell shout at his wife to shoot me. But it didn’t matter, I was fast, and I’d be long gone soon. That’s when I heard the sound of the gun go off, and I halted in my footsteps, I turned around with a look of awe. The house quickly engulfed in flames, the gas igniting from the friction of the bullet ripping through the air and the gunpowder lighting.

Sure it would be hard to cover this up, and to hide it from Micheal, but I couldn’t risk them exposing us. Micheal couldn’t go back to jail, and if we got caught, Tyler and I were now accomplices. People might avoid Micheal cause he’s big and scary, and maybe Tyler had a better chance than I did, but I knew deep down, prison was a place I wouldn’t survive. I didn’t have time to relish in my victory, I had to get back, I was already there much too long. It wasn’t until I made it to the front door that I’d realised I’d just ran a mile through the forest with no shoes. I took of my cloak, hanging it by the door and I slipped into the kitchen.

But as I made my way past the broken mirror in the hallway, I realised I was covered in blood. Shit, I’d have to shower. I quickly set the food down on the counter and run upstairs to the bathroom, accidentally slamming the door. I didn’t realise how loud it actually was until I heard a frantic knock at the door.

“Hey, you alright?”

“I should be asking you that. Just go back to bed Ty.”

When I didn’t hear his footsteps move away from the door I sighed.

“I just got messy out in the garden ok, unlike Micheal I don’t like walking around covered in dirt. I didn’t mean to slam the door, now please go back to your room Tyler.”

“You just want me to leave so you won’t get infected.”

I rolled my eyes at his playful tone, his voice sounded strained, like when you have a sore throat and you’re trying not to talk to loud.

“Is that such a bad thing, not all of us want to feel like the walking dead. Keep your germs to yourself or so help me-“

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.”

Tyler was the most loveable idiot on the planet, I understood why Micheal kept him around at least. His smile was contagious, even when you couldn’t see it, you could just hear it in his tone, and feel it in the air. I really hope whatever he was sick with for eviscerated by his immune system soon, because I hated seeing him this way.

I quickly got in and out of the shower, not wanting to waste much time, no matter how good the water felt. I changed into something comfy, an old shirt Tyler had gifted to Peepaw after his clothes got ruined on a spree, and made my way back down to the kitchen. Everything was going to plan, and the house smelt divine. Chicken soup made everything feel like home. I was hoping Tyler took my advise and actually went to bed, because I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

Just as I was finishing up and doing the dishes, I jumped when I heard something behind me. It was Micheal, of course I hadn’t heard him come in, I never do. I didn’t even realised I’d cut my palm until Micheal was at my side, demanding my hand.

“I’m fine. You look relatively clean today.” I said suspiciously.

He gestured to his belt where he usually kept his favorite knife, it was missing. I knew he’d make it an issue later, but right now he seemed rather calm about it so I wasn’t about to press the issue. I gently pressed a fresh rag into my cut, and started plating the soup. I put it in mugs, rather than bowls, because they felt cozier. And it was more difficult to spill hot soup on yourself that way.

“Ty’s sick.” I mentioned offhandedly, gauging his reaction.

It was subtle, but I could hear the fabric at his wrists move, he was balling his fists.

“I made him soup.”

I gently shoved the mugs in Micheal’s direction. He took them cautiously, but tilted his head. It was comforting in this context, it’s when you could read him the most. I nodded my head up the stairs.

“Now go comfort him you jerk!” I laughed.

Normally Micheal would never take orders, but in this case he didn’t hesitate. He made his way to Tyler’s door, and awkwardly knocked, forgetting he had a mug in both hands. When he heard a soft grunt, he entered the room. Tyler was curled up in bed look miserable, but quickly sat up when he noticed who’d entered. It was obvious to anyone who had eyes that Ty cared an awful lot about the old man, and the same was true the other way around.

Tyler was one of the few people Micheal never had the urge to kill. Not even once did that thought ever cross Micheal’s mind. He’d sooner kill for the man, then ever let anything hurt him. So seeing him sick like this made Micheal want to hurt someone, but it’s not exactly like her could kill the infection himself. So Peepaw quickly handed one of the warm mugs to Ty.

“You brought me soup?”

Micheal just nodded.

“Thanks. How was your”

Tyler was cut off by a warning hand on his throat, and he looked at the man before him bewildered.

“Throat hurts, don’t talk.” Micheal signed with his other hand.

He waited for Ty to nod before removing his hand. Micheal finally took off his mask and gently placed it on the night stand. He stood awkwardly as they both ate their soup in silence. But Tyler had groan annoyed with Micheal’s behaviour and pat the bed next to him. He’d stayed far away from Fang all day because they could get sick easily, but Micheal, he wasn’t even sure if it was possible for Micheal to die at this point. The man was seemingly invulnerable, so Tyler had no qualms getting closer to him.

Micheal reluctantly sat on the side of the bed, and was surprised when Tyler leaned into him. He watched Tyler place his half empty soup cup on the nightstand next to his mask. Tyler looked up at Micheal and signed a quick “thank you” back. He was also far to smart to directly disobey Micheal, well at least not when he was sick like this. Maybe any other day he’d test his luck on just how far Micheal’s love for him went, but today he just needed his Rock. Tyler closed his eyes and Micheal looked down at him with adoration in his eyes. Micheal also quickly discarded his soup and scooped up the man in his arms.

They were now laying on the bed, Ty’s head on Micheal chest, and the blanket at the ready Incase Ty got cold again. But that was unlikely with how much body heat Micheal gave off. Micheal didn’t usually sleep, but he felt safe here, with his favorite person in his arms.

After a few hours had past and I’d finished cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, I went to go check on the two of them. Maybe I was scared of getting sick, but Tyler was worth it. When I knocked and no one responded I was confused. But against my better judgment I opened the door none the less. What I saw melted my heart. Micheal looked so peaceful when he was asleep. I don’t know what I was expecting when I sent The Shape of all people to go comfort my friend, but it wasn’t this.

The second stupid thing is done that night, was snap a picture. Who knows when I’d see the two of them this soft with each other again. I never turned down the opportunity to black mail the two of them. I never had any power in this dynamic, so of course I was going to relish in this moment. I quickly walked over to the nightstand and gathered the two mugs. I placed them on the discarded tray of cups Tyler had left in the corner. I walked back over to the bed and grabbed the blanket. As I went to pull it over the two of them, a hand stopped me.

“It’s just me Mikey, I’ll see you both in the morning.”

He reluctantly let go of my hand and I finished pulling it over them.

“Goodnight Peepaw.” I whispered to the old man.

He simply gave me a small nod.

“Sweet dreams Tyler” I whispered, even though he was out cold.

I gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and walked out of the room, grabbing the tray. Hopefully he’d be feeling much better when he woke up tomorrow. Then we could all get back to our usual shenanigans.

An: seriously though, I hope you’re feeling better Tyler. And I hope you find your cat soon. Putting good intentions out into the universe for you 🥰 love you buddy!

Edit: I forgot to tag your other account… opps @x-tylerr

[spencersawkward]

i have a migraine rn could you write about spencer giving you forehead kisses and cuddling with you while reading you a story because your head hurts and it’s become a common thing so as soon as he sees you wince and hold your temple, he gets up and grabs a book and drags you under the covers.

(also??? asking him to kiss the pain away and then telling you that sex might help the pain go away so he goes down on u 🙈)

summary: Fem!Reader has a headache and Spencer knows just the way to help.

content warnings: oral (female receiving), implied sex.

i’m sorry you have a migraine, love! he would be so good about caring for you, especially with his own experiences ugh. 

you’ve been having the migraines for a while, now. they started as short, pulse-like pains in the front of your skull, but it’s become consistently unbearable. Spencer was able to figure you out without you saying a word, however: winces and the way you press your fingertips to your temple are pretty obvious. 

the first time it happened, he cited dopamine and chemical rushes as the reason for his remedy of forehead kisses. you’re accustomed to that comfort, now. when you make a face one night while reading in bed, Spencer glances over. 

“hey,” he frowns. you try to clear the pain from your expression when you meet his eyes, but it’s no use. he lifts the edge of the blanket. “come here.”

wordlessly, you let him wrap his arms around you and drag you closer. he smells so comforting, the familiarity easing the edges of the pain while you nuzzle into his chest. the book you were reading lies abandoned in your lap, and he reaches quickly to pick it up and open it to your spot. 

Spencer’s voice is honey smooth, low and clear as he enunciates every word. you like that he sometimes emphasizes weird syllables, makes pauses, has his own way of slowing down despite his brain’s naturally fast processing. 

you love that you didn’t even need to say anything, that he remembers. of course he remembers. he reads for a while and you focus your thoughts on the rhythm of his breathing. the sound of his voice in his chest. he’s everything you want. 

“Spencer?” you murmur as soon as he’s finished reading two chapters. he presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“yes?”

“can we kiss?” you peer up at him with needy eyes. he smiles softly. 

“sure.” he traces the contour of your cheek before leaning down to meet your lips with his. you turn slightly to deepen the contact until the pain starts to subside. you know it’s only temporary, but any release at this point helps.

“y’know what might actually make you feel even better?” his voice is gravelly. you nudge his cheek with your nose. 

“what?”

“orgasms are proven to help with pain, too,” his fingertips begin to run over your stomach, reaching below your shirt and touching the soft skin. “it might keep the pain away for longer.” 

you swallow at the thought. when you look up and nod, he smiles and gently untangles himself, lays your head down on the pillow and crawls down the length of the bed. he pushes your legs apart. 

“is this okay?” he slides his hands under the waistband of your sleep shorts. you nod. the sensation of his skin on yours, accompanied by the longing, tender look in his eyes, makes you feel instantly ready for him. 

Spencer starts by kissing the inside of your thighs, his lips gentle while they work their way up to where you need him most. you watch in a daze until he finally finds your entrance. he kisses your clit. 

“Spence!” you buck your hips and whine. the sounds of your excitement urge him on and you dig your heels into the mattress as he starts to lick a long, slow strip up your slit. 

he holds your gaze with his own and prays you don’t break it. he loves to watch your irises darken with desire, and the way you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle the moans his tongue is causing. 

as he begins to lap at the wetness between your thighs, you moan softly and grind against his face. his nose is pressed to your bundle of nerves as he dips his tongue inside, feels as far as he can while humming with satisfaction. 

“fuck, Spencer, that’s so good.” you tug his hair to hold him right where he is. your thighs are gripped in his hands to pull you closer to his face. he devours you like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to taste. 

the high-pitched sounds falling from your lips turn him and signal just how close you are to your orgasm. you can feel it approaching ever closer as you arch your back and grab your own tits. 

Spencer pushes your shirt up so that he can see your body while he eats your pussy out, his own hips rutting into the bed with an eagerness. 

“I’m so close...” you whimper, the sound mingling with the breath caught in your throat. he moans loudly against your clit and the vibration, combined with the impassioned eyes he gives your writhing figure, causes you to fall over the edge. 

“shit, shit, shit!” you squeal, panting and working to draw out the waves of absolute pleasure rolling over your senses. Spencer continues to lick and flick his tongue against your most sensitive spot. he’s careful but dedicated, down to the moment when you push his face away in order to recover. 

“oh my god.” you sigh, running your fingers over your temples and relaxing against the bed. he crawls back up next to you and snuggles into your neck. 

“hi.” he greets happily. you can feel his erection pressing into your thigh, but he doesn’t ask you to do anything about it. 

“thanks.” you boop his nose. 

“no need to thank me.” 

“you’re so good at it, though.” 

“thanks.” at this, he blushes. you know Spencer loves being praised, especially for stuff like this. all he wants to do is make you feel good, constantly. 

which is why, once you two fall into a comfortable silence, you rub your hand over the bulge in his pants. he groans softly, bucks into your hand. 

“you don’t need to do that.” he’s breathing differently. 

“I know,” you smile. “but I want to.” 

he’s in for the night of his life.