#headthrobbing

[deardresorc]

So I'm finally all fixed up. Now time to get over the killer migraine and get back to normal life. Thank you to Dr Elizabeth and her team at GF Dental in Rowlett. Also huge thanks to Dr Ghandi and his people @firewheeldental You guys are amazing and I couldn't be more blessed. #headthrobbing #anotherdayinthelife #blessed #ihatehavingdentalworkdone #finallyfounddentistsilove https://www.instagram.com/p/CREtE-hD4Y8/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bruno8080808-blog]

Headthrobbing.....

Oddball -> https://soundcloud.com/oddballbeats  (Needs Lyricist)

[stillebesat]

Catch Me (If You Can) -part 2

December Drabbles Day 20 Sanders Shorts: Remy Sanders Sides: Logan, Roman Blurb: Remy would not allow himself to be seen as needy and helpless in front of the general masses. He had an image to uphold. One of perfect health, snarky comebacks, and general sassiness. He didn’t get sick. Fic Type: Sick!Fic, Guardian!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Sickness, Fainting, Mentions of Religion Taglist in reblog.

To Catch Up: Part 1 

“You’re sure you--”

An exasperated sigh sounded near Remy’s ears, a jarring dissonance from the murmuring waves beating against the shore, the noisy chatter abruptly cutting off with the slamming of a door somewhere in the distance as Remy gently floated back to consciousness, becoming more and more aware that he must be on some sort of rocking boat. A very cool, soft, rocking boat. 

He couldn’t decide if that was a nice feeling. Being on a boat. While the coolness pressed against him was nice...his stomach was definitely against the back and forth motion. 

“He’s not that heavy, Roman, I got him.” Came the cadentic voice that could only be from his Angel.

His Angel who had caught him when he fell. 

Remy’s eyes fluttered, his lips twisting into a slight smile. His Angel. Carrying him...up and up and up to….heaven? Yah. Heaven. Heaven would be so nice with his Angel there. 

“But shouldn’t we ha--”

Cool bands tightened protectively around Remy’s shoulders and legs as the rocking stopped. “....Probably, but I--”

A series of keys jangled together soon followed by the sound of a lock clicking open. “Because when people faint--” 

“I’ve received the lecture from Virgil before--I know what I should have-- I just---”

A soft chuckle from Red--no Roman? Roman. “I didn’t expect you, Dr. Serious, to react so to a little flirting.”

“Shut up.” 

“Pretty sure you would have left me on the ground.”

A soft growl. “Yes.”

“Wow.” Roman clicked his tongue as a door creaked open. “Harsh.” 

“You’re irritating, he’s sick. There’s a difference.” His Angel stated, shifting Remy in his arms as he moved forward.

Sick? Wait. There was something….something wrong. WRONG! Remy inhaled sharply, eyes flashing open only to shut just as quickly at the harsh light. NO NO NO! He wasn’t sick! He hadn’t just faint--Gah!! HIS IMAGE. All those PEOPLE had SEEN!

Remy bolted upright in his angel’s arms, refusing to let this wonderous man keep carrying him despite the tightening of his grip around Remy’s limbs. No sir! He squinted, catching a glimpse of a modest living room with a dark couch and large flatscreen as he struggled to stand on his own. He needed his feet back on the ground! He could salvage this.  

“Whoa! Whoa! Shades you can’t--” Red said, suddenly appearing in front of him, hands briefly resting on him to push him back into his angel’s arms. 

“I’m fine!” Remy rasped out like a man with one foot in the grave as he shrugged off Roman’s staticy touch. “Just need some soup and--” His knees betrayed him by buckling just as he managed to get his feet to the ground.

“And rest.” His Angel said firmly, his grip on Remy’s arm the only reason why he hadn’t completely collapsed to the beige carpet like a melting snowman. “I cannot in good conscience let you leave when you are possibly concussed, obviously dehydrated, and in ill health judging by the pallor of your skin, the heat you’re giving off, and the redness of your eyes.”

His eyes? But his Angel shouldn’t be able to see--oh no. Remy jerked, reaching up to touch his face. Oh no no no NO! “Where are my sunglasses?!” He demanded, whirling and placing a hand on his angel’s chest to balance himself, only for it to turn into clinging to the fabric for dear life as his vision went black.

A cool arm wrapped around his back, holding him close. “If you would allow me to take you to the couch to lie dow--”

Not without his sunglasses. Remy gritted his teeth, blinking his vision clear. “But I need them!” He couldn’t let people see how unwell he was. That he was...he was…

Sick. 

“Then Roman can grab them.” His Angel stated calmly as he rubbed Remy’s back. “You need to rest.” He added in a soothing undertone.

Oh, that was so not fair! Did this guy know how much power his voice held over him?! Remy rested his head against the man’s shirt, fighting back a soft whine as he closed his aching eyes against the bright lights. He shouldn’t give in like this. He needed---needed---

“I can?” Red asked. 

“They’re on the counter by his soup downstairs. Grab both please.” 

“But don’t you need--” 

“Roman. Go.” 

Red loudly sighed, slipping past them. “Okay okay. Fine. I’ll go play delivery boy.”

“Thank you.”  

“Whatever, Specs. Go take care of your heartthrob.”  

Heart...throb? Him? He must have misheard. Remy hardly felt like a heartthrob at the moment. A headthrob would be a far more accurate description. “I’m not sick.” He mumbled, tightening his grip on the angel’s shirt. “I’m not.” 

His Angel hummed. “Given the symptoms and behavior you’ve exhibited since you walked in...I’m inclined to disagree.”  

Remy stiffened in his Angel’s arms. S-since he walked in? Had the entire diner realized he was--that he--from the start?! He moaned, slumping further. “Great. Just kill me now.” There went his image. How would he ever recover from such a disaster?! If his fainting fit wasn’t already making the rounds on the Socials it would be soon. His life was definitely O-V-E-R over.

“That would defeat your original purpose of coming in to get better.” His Angel said, gently pushing against him to get him to take a step back, guiding him to the couch. “You will probably feel different after--”

“You toss me out the window?”

“--you rest.” He clicked his tongue. “Are you always this dramatic?” 

Was he always--? Remy laughed, though it sounded more like a hag’s squawk from how dry his throat was as he looked up into those radiant sapphire eyes. “Babe...you don’t even know.”  

His Angel raised a single eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I’m beginning to think I do.” 

Remy blinked. What was that supposed to mean? 

He shifted his grip to Remy’s elbows. “Can you sit?” 

Remy glanced over his shoulder to the brown couch now right behind him that had no right looking as soft and comfortable as it did. Far softer than the wooden plank masquerading as a couch in his own apartment. “Do I have a choice?” 

“Of course you do. Though I do not believe the floor would be as comfortable.”

Harsh. “Why would I--”

His Angel exhaled and moved. Before Remy could do more than yelp, he found himself laying down on the couch before his brain could process just how he’d laid down. The man called Specs knelt, tugging at Remy’s shoes, pulling them off. “Judging from the way you're shivering, I highly doubt you’d make it to the street before collapsing if you tried to leave now. Hence. The couch would be your best option as a place to rest.” 

But he couldn’t afford to rest! Remy shoved himself up onto one elbow, blinking away the way his vision tunneled from that simple effort. “I can’t just lay here, Angel!” He complained. “There’s places I have to be!” 

“Places filled with people who will probably appreciate your absence because you wouldn’t be risking getting them sick.” He stated, placing Remy’s shoes on the floor. 

Okay...he probably had a point there. But his image! “But I need to--”

“Rest.” His Angel looked up, an odd shining gleam in his sapphire eyes as he straightened, the light behind him shining like a halo around his head as he gently pushed Remy back down onto a pillow that had no right to be so soft and fluffy, and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch over him before Remy could protest. “You will help no one as you are, not even yourself. So rest.” He urged, his voice soft and soothing to Remy’s ears. “Rest and Recover.” 

He’d never--no one had ever---”Why do you care so much?” He whispered, leaning into his angel’s touch as he rested a cool hand on his burning forehead. “I’m just a--” Nobody. This guy had no reason to care about a complete stranger. Under normal circumstances Remy was sure he’d be forgotten within the hour of him leaving the shop. And yet--

His heart skipped a beat as his Angel exhaled, adjusting his glasses as he shook his head. “You have greater worth than you realize.” He said softly, brushing strands of Remy’s hair out of his face.

Ha. Great worth? Him? Hardly. He--he hadn’t---Remy blinked, frowning as his vision blurred, making it appear as if actual wings were spreading out behind his Angel. 

That wasn’t possible though.

Angels weren’t real. 

“You--” He struggled to form words, to keep his eyes open as a wave of exhaustion flowed through him, demanding he rest. 

His Angel leaned in, adjusting the blanket with his other hand. “Not everyone can call for me and expect my help.” Cool fingers moved down his cheek. “ And yet--” 

Despite himself Remy relaxed at the gentle touch, his eyes drifting shut as his mind slipped into the peaceful rest of dreamless sleep, his Angel’s words echoing in his thoughts.

“You’ve done just that, Remy, by appointing me to be your Guardian.”

To Be Continued.  Part 3

[nctzendreamz]

[7:30pm] You hated to see Haechan like this. All wrapped up; unfortunately uncozy because of his running fever. The way he shivered even though he had layers of clothes covering his body, sealed with a gigantic blanket made you feel clueless. And his eyes made your heart sink right into your stomach. They could barely open as you coolly checked on him, asking was the soup too hot? Did he need the heat up higher?

Awakening from his third nap today, you couldn’t ignore his raspy voice calling out to you.

“You okay?” You approached him gently, knowing all too well about a flu temper. You only wanted what you asked for; nothing more, nothing less. “How do you feel?” You noticed from the way his forehead increased in lines that he was becoming familiar with his surroundings once again. The light sound effect that the pillow made from his head plopping down, let you know that he remembered he was safe, as he was with you.

“I feel...” He began, clearly trying to find his voice. “I feel like you should leave me here. I feel so awful.” He whispered, hissing from what seemed to be a headthrob. “But if I get you sick, I won’t be able to live with myself, and I probably won’t even be able to take care of—

“Shh.” Your sound effect was low as you placed your hand on his arm. Naturally, your thumb began to write tiny hearts onto it, and you observed with a smile as his eyes closed once again, clearly using too much energy to argue his case. “Don’t worry about me, love. I don’t care if I get sick. And I know you won’t be here to take care of me, but that’s okay. I know you would be here if you could be.”

“But—but—“ he began, body fighting his words as his eyes remained shut.

“Can I get in bed with you? Hm?” You interrupted once more, moving your hand from his soft arm to his plump cheeks.

His silence almost alarmed you, and you felt yourself watching his breathing, no matter how dramatic it may have seemed. When you saw his angelic in and outs coming from his chest, you knew he just needed a few minutes.

“I...I would really like that.” He finally breathed out.

It didn’t take you long to get settled beside him, engulfing his shivering body into your arms.

“Sleep all you want, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“I love you.” Was all he could murmur, placing a weak kiss to your chest.

[howdy-hd]

headthrob anon again, again, but i may have wrote a small fic about bass player benrey, whoops. its called "Dad Rock on a Wednesday" i hope thats chill

SCREAMS!!! [grabby hands] give to me nowwwww

yeah of course it's chill!!! he isn't my character after all lol but it would be super cool to read a fic that was written with my design in mind

[hidden-diaryy]

Hidden Diary #111

Its your crying that breaks your own heart

Its cuddling into your bed and screaming so loud into a pillow that its not there

Its gripping the steering wheel and screaming so loud in the car that it sounds like the windows are open

Its bareknuckling

Headthrobbing

Pulsating eyes

And the breaking of your heart

That makes you feel like you're at

the bottom

- @hidden-diaryy

[emilyaurelienpixie69]

Headthrob and shaking

It was hard falling asleep tonight because I worried about my husband. My mother in-law doesn't show her son some love. Instead show some love to his brother. It makes my man depressed and hurt. I keep replaying in my head someone I knew that did comit suicide. When I was a teenager in junior high. Everyone said it was accidental but Max was depressed. I knew it. I just didn't say. When the drowning happened at a party I wasn't even invited to I remember he was dating my best friend. He was kind to me. But I knew that I could have said something did something.

I had a nightmare that my husband comited suicide when I came home after running an errand he was hanging by a rop on the ceiling fan. I woke up wanting to scream but the scream wouldn't come out. I was at a loss of words. He woke me must have heard me saying something from the next room while he downloaded music for his playlist. (Now I have the hiccups at 1:10am. That's nice)

That nightmare really freaked me out, I don't know what I would do if it came to pass. I told him if he ever did such a thing I would beat myself up emotionally and go back to smoking. Yes everyone I am a former smoker.

He made a promise to me he never would. But I never realized I was afraid of such a thing until I had a nightmare.

This is actually a cliche me using a Princess Aurora because I am tired. But I thought this would the perfect pic to use. The glance between to loves finding each other even in the darkness.

[askmayhem]

Today on the show, teen headthrob, Adam Hunter. @adamcomedian (at Mayhem Miller Industries)

[skeletonbirdling]

. headthrob https://t.co/qqebPz2Vej