Steve going too hard on leg day and waking up the next morning totally and utterly sore. He mopes around the house, wincing every time he goes to sit or has to pick something up (because Eddie is a little shit who purposely drops things just to make fun of Steve and hear his cute whines). Eddie teases steve about how he could have made him the good kind of sore if he stayed in yesterday instead of going to the gym. Steve just glares at him and takes an extra dose of aspirin to get through the day.
Later, that night when steve is still in pain and eddie is feeling a bit bad about all his teasing, he offers to massage Steve’s sore muscles. Steve spends the next hour sprawled out on his stomach on their bed while eddie sits between his open legs. Fingers kneading Steve’s thick thighs and ridiculously toned ass. It takes a lot of willpower but eddie manages to keep it strictly professional (a feat that’s quite impressive given the moans steve keeps letting slip).
It’s only when Steve swears he’s going to give up on leg day, does eddie get a little handsy. He slaps Steve’s tone ass playful and tells Steve he’ll never get another butt/thigh massage out of him if he quits.
warnings: reader has bad leg cramps. mentions of wanting marriage.
before you even know he’s awake, seungcheol is already moving to flip you onto your back.
leg cramps, unfortunately, are common for you. you think it has to do genetics or something (your dad always had horrible ones, and thus you grew up with the same) and less with what you do in your day-to-day life. seungcheol typically sleeps through them, though: you’ve become really good at staying quiet when they hit and massaging your own calf. there’s the rare nights where he wakes up and realizes what’s going on...
and then there’s mornings like this, where he’s awake before you even register what’s happening, and he flips you over like a rag-doll to get to the calf you’re trying to massage (when it’s not the one he can reach easily, that is).
“it’s okay,” he whispers a few times, fingers kneading at the tight muscle. something about this cramp makes you whimper, but he doesn’t let up, working at the tension. “just breathe, honey.”
you try. he continues to massage your calf beyond when the tension dies down, the pain subsiding a little. it’ll be sore when you walk on it, sure, but you can cope with that.
“better?” he asks, a tender look in his eyes. he cares so deeply for you, and it shows in every little thing he does.
you think, in this moment, of how badly you want to marry him right now.
you beckon him forward instead, and he lets go of your leg. drawing him in for a kiss, you smile. “yeah. better.”
I love how there was 0 reading comprehension with that ask.
I spent nearly $7000 ($6300 for the ER and $500 for his GP) for a /diagnosis/ only to find out Lobo has cancer that can't be treated without putting him through uneciassiary stress. I won't be pursuing any further treatments other than things to make him more comfortable while he's going through this (fluid removal, special diet, and medication).
I had saved up around 5k in our collective emergency medical fund for me AND him. That's what that money was saved for (over the course of like 12-18 months working my irl job). I still have to pay the remaining balance.
I know a lot of people have grown attached to him through seeing him on my blog, and I wanted to provide an option in case anyone wanted to donate to him. All the money that has been sent has gone directly into the fund to pay off the rest of his bills or buying him some food and treats that he likes. It's helped so much and I really don't even know how to express how grateful I am, not only for the donations, but any advice to help with his care and the time and space some of you all have provided to allow me to vent and make sense of everything. Not to mention all the kind and compassionate messages. Nothing has gone unnoticed on my end, I'm just so overwhelmed that I haven't had the energy to respond to everyone. However I will absolutely remember your kindness in turn if any of you all end up in a similar situation (which I hope no one ever does cause this hurts so much).
Anyway, again, messages like that don't bother me as it comes with such a lack of empathy and perspective that I can't relate. I easily brush off things like that as "wow someone's gonna have a bad wakeup call in the future and regret being an ass about this". But still it's like, the brazenness of it all is what gets me. Like "why didn't you use your personal medical funds to help other people in need?" Like why don't you be a more productive person and donate to those causes your damn self than sending stupid shit on tumblr?
Because I DO donate my time, resources, and finances to others in need. I don't make a huge ass deal about it, especially online, because it's something I've always done out of habit. If you wanna do good, just fucking do it. Because I truly believe the more good you put out in the world the more good comes back your way, and this whole situation is very much proving that theory.
Tip for people who sit cross legged a lot: when you get up and stretch, twist your legs inwards and outwards a couple times to stretch out the pectineus muscle. It has to stay contracted to keep you in that position, and it gives you hip pain if its upset.
Sonic as werehog suffers from back pain and is generally more comfortable moving on all fours instead of walking on two legs because the transformation is more suited for quadrupedal movement and not bipedal
That's why he looks like he's slouching all the time he physically cannot stand up fully straight without being constantly uncomfortable