#inhaler one shot

[leaawrites]

Poetry Confessions

Elijah Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: writing poetry with Eli.

Wordcount: 0.9k

TW: none

A little appreciation post and a (late) happy birthday to one of my favourite irish lads, Elijah Bob Patricius Guggi Q Hewson.

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Softly the rain outside played a melody she wanted to capture but just didn’t know how. It was such a sweet, soft sound that couldn’t be described in words. It was a echo but nothing more. Some sensual beating of natures heart. How could you capture a heartbeat?

The door creaked open and was shut close shortly after. Eli carrying in two mugs for the two of them. Both filled with the tea of their preference. The smoke of it was dancing through the air before dissolving into nothing. Cooling off.

He put them on his table before turning around to talk to the girl, who was sitting on his bed, about the song they were just about to write.

He invited her over to his after reading a bit of her poetry by what you could call rather an accident than for the reason of her offering it to him. Rob had given it to him, explaining that it was from a friend and that he should hold the papers for him while he set up his bass. The words memorized him and he could imagine a rhythm behind it. It was as if they were his own, but at the same time they weren’t. They told a story he saw himself in but he wasn’t the main character. They felt like one. Sharing a mind.

After talking to Rob about it and inviting her to a band practice before going to his home, she agreed to work with them. At first, she was mad at Rob for just handing the papers out like they were free advertisement and embarrassed that someone else besides her closest friends read her most conscious thoughts, but the lads were nice and she quickly bonded with them, which made her appreciate it a little more. Plus, she was now actively working together with people that she was convinced had a great future in front of them. For most people, you could tell if they were gonna be stars in their future at the mere age of 17, but with them, you just knew.

“What are you thinking about?” Eli asked, sitting down next to her. His eyes switched between her profile and the world outside his window. He watched the rain but to him it was a rather ordinary thing to admire.

“It’s beautiful. The rain, I mean. It’s so loud but so gentle,” she explained, turning her head to look at him. “I’ve tried writing about it, but I never really got to capture it’s beauty quite like I hoped to. It always seemed off.”

He had never heard anyone talk about nature like that - besides Bobby’s endless speeches about birds. But that - the rain and it’s magic - he understood it - not like the birds. He just sat there and watched her like he couldn’t comprehend she was real. What a mind, he thought.

“I think you can’t capture the most beautiful things in something like words or pictures. Reality is always more fascinating,” he answered, watching her to make her understand what he was referring to. Her.

“I don’t think that’s true,” she argued, pulling her legs up to sit cross legged opposite him.

Eli did the same, turning so he could look at her fully. “Then how do you explain your struggle with writing about rain?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I’m just bad.”

“When you’re bad then I’m horrible. No, even worse than horrible. A total disaster,” he joked, making her laugh. “You wanna test it?”

“How?” She asked, intrigued by his offer.

“We each write one poem about something that we find semi beautiful and one thing that we are fascinated by. Then we see which one is better,” he explained his idea.

“That’s not gonna work,” she said.

“You don’t even wanna try? Party popper,” he said, looking bored at her.

She laughed at his behavior before finally agreeing to his offer. “Which one do we write first?”

“The semi beautiful,” he decided.

Getting paper and two pens, he hands her what she needs before they both think and create.

“I say, we write the other one now and then we compare them together,” she said after they both finished writing their first poem.

They kept on writing, letting their creative stream lead them where they went with their poem. Y/n noticed, how every 2 seconds, Eli would look up at her and watch her for a moment before continuing writing.

“Can you please stop looking at me?” She asked, feeling small under his gaze.

He was still writing, so when he heard her talk he quickly looked up. “Sorry, what?” He asked, still half immersed in his lines and verses. Not expecting her to voice anything while concentrating.

“I don’t like when people look at me when I write, so could you please stop that?” She asked him.

She didn’t want to be rude, but she felt uncomfortable when she knew someone was watching her while she was willing to write about something personal. It was a nagging feeling she couldn’t shake off. Some distaste she imagined reflecting in their eyes, disgust of her mind. Some sort of making fun of her while writing. She felt insecure with the knowing of eyes watching her, afraid she might fail in front of them.

“Can’t do,” he said, deciding to just shoot his shot. Now or never, right?

“Why not?” She asked, putting her pen down on her paper and looking at him.

“I have to focus on my subject while writing.”

[dennisboobs]

7x10 // How Mac Got Fat

↳ Charlie & Dennis + getting high together

[storiesabouteli]

Hi! Loved your most recent story! I was thinking maybe you could write one where the reader struggles with acne and Eli makes her feel not insecure? 💕

Hope you are well!

Heey, thank you for requesting! I hope you like that one too!!

Words: 1,6K

You followed a certain logic in your mind, choosing comfortable clothes. You'd wrapped socks around your hair to make sure it looked nice, hoping it would draw attention away from your face—or maybe even from your own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Everything felt exhausting, almost pointless. Your face was freshly washed, the marks and small stinging spots seemed more noticeable. You spent a long time staring at yourself, wondering what to do—they were worse than the day before. You took care of your skin, wanting the blemishes to disappear, not to worsen suddenly, leaving scars behind.

You covered them with foundation and concealer, did your eyeliner to make your eyes more noticeable, but then leaned against the wall, disliking the texture of your skin, wanting to just stay there. You and Eli were supposed to meet Ryan and his girlfriend, trying out a new restaurant, something casual and fun, but you knew your mind wouldn’t let you feel at ease.

“You okay? Something happened?” Eli's voice was sweet, as if he hadn’t been waiting for you to get ready for almost an hour.

“I’ll be out soon, sorry.” You could hear him breathing behind the closed door, his feet shuffling against the floor.

“Need anything? I can run to the pharmacy for you, just tell me what you need.” His thick accent, full of concern, made you smile, an honest contrast to how you felt. You held the doorknob, hesitating for a few seconds, and then remembered Eli was your boyfriend—he would understand.

“No, I’m okay, El.” You whispered, opening the door to face him. He was wearing a tight band tee, showing off his arms, jeans with a belt, and his hair slicked back. He looked adorable, which made you feel even worse about the fact that he'd dressed up, only for you to now not want to go. It also seemed unfair that he'd be going out with you. You closed your eyes quickly, pushing those thoughts down as hard as you could. You hated being like this.

“You look beautiful, pumpkin. I can get dressed up more if you give me a few seconds.” That was the thing—Eli was just being himself, effortless, while you had tried so hard. He didn’t move, and the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, though you felt uneasy in your own skin. Tears welled up in your eyes, and he stepped into the bathroom with you. He looked around before his gaze settled on you. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, then he smiled softly, trying to show he was there for you.

“I can tell something’s bothering you, but I’m not sure what.”

All the beauty products—makeup, skincare solutions—were scattered across the sink. You often wondered how Eli saw this side of you. Some people could be insensitive about it, and although Eli wasn’t like that, you couldn’t help but think about it. You looked down at your feet, swallowing your words, not liking the idea of verbalizing this to him.

“Can I stay? I thought maybe you could go without me. I’m just not feeling up for it.” He frowned, thinking, still looking cute. It felt like you were a kid asking to skip school without a good reason.

“We don’t have to go.” He stepped closer, gently holding your face, trying to read you. His concern and calmness were so kind.

“But you should go—you look so handsome.” He chuckled softly.

“So do you, but what’s the point of going without my girl?” You crinkled your nose, embarrassed at how goofy he could be. He hesitated, about to brush his fingers across your cheek, but you flinched. Instead, he placed his hands on your shoulders, still wanting to keep you close, like that might ease your feelings. Your eyes drifted away from his, and that’s when he realized you weren’t avoiding him—you were hiding your face. He pulled you into a hug, and you pressed your face against his chest as he held you tight.

“I’ll let them know, it’s okay.” His lips brushed the top of your head as a wave of relief washed over you.

Eli held your waist as you sat on the counter in front of him. Your mind was somewhat blank, relieved to be staying in, but it still felt wrong. You were distant while Eli's voice echoed in the bathroom, talking to Ryan on the phone. He said he wasn’t feeling well, throwing in a sarcastic remark about you being his caregiver, which made you chuckle despite your sour mood.

“We could cook something nice, watch a movie, or just do nothing for the rest of the night. What do you think, huh?” You nodded, your eyes lifting to meet his, only to quickly look away. He kept his gaze on you.

"Sounds good, El."

Your shoulders were slumped, and Eli felt uneasy, unsure how to help. "I need to take off my makeup. You can get changed; I’ll do the same, and then we can cook something." You said this, imagining how you'd end up with your face pressed to his chest, transferring all the makeup onto his shirt. Either that, or you'd insist on hiding yourself with concealer the whole time.

"Can I?" Eli asked, his waist brushing against your knees as he reached for the makeup wipes you had grabbed earlier. You let out a long sigh and nodded. "My skin's irritated. It’s really flared up."

Your voice was barely audible, as if preparing him for the reality. “You know, I’ve seen your face plenty of times before,” he said softly, his warm, caramel eyes as tender as always as he carefully wiped your makeup away. “What do you think about them?” you asked quietly, handing him a small amber bottle. Speaking about it in code, adding a certain distance, helped make it easier to handle.

He paused, his shoulders heavy as if unsure how to put his thoughts into words. “I don’t really think about them like that,” he said thoughtfully, “They’re a part of you, so I like them.”

He applied the product to your cheeks with his fingers, lightly squeezing them, making you close your eyes and giggle at the way his thick fingers and rings felt against your skin. “How do you see yourself?” he asked hesitantly, not wanting you to speak poorly about yourself.

“I don’t know,” you swallowed, swinging your legs around him. “Now that they’re worse, I feel…”

He noticed your eyes divert once again, a sadness creeping into them. “It’s okay,” he gently lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed each cheek, the bridge of your nose, and then your forehead, lingering for a moment as his kisses echoed with soft pops.

You often feared Eli might find you unattractive at times, but his tenderness shattered that doubt. “I met you like this, remember? I thought you were beautiful then, and nothing’s changed. I won’t let you believe otherwise.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. You didn’t know what to say, but Eli had already brightened your day. You wanted to be enveloped by him, as if he were a cocoon.

You nodded silently, letting him apply a few more drops of product to your face. He massaged it in the way he had seen you do many times before, and it was endearing how he had memorized your routine just from watching. “What’s this for?”

“It’s an aloe vera gel; it helps calm my skin.”

His brow arched as he read the label. “Okay. And those stickers? What are they for? And the other tubes?”

You laughed, feeling a bit lighter now. Eli’s muscles relaxed, pleased to see you holding eye contact with him again. Things were looking up; everything would be fine. “I use vitamin C sometimes to fade spots,” you explained. The wrinkle in his forehead smoothed out as if it all made sense now. “And I just try to keep my skin hydrated.”

You handed him a pack of star-shaped pimple patches, and he glanced at the pile, you got slightly embarrassed by how many you had. “These dry out pimples—like the pus and stuff. But mostly, they stop me from picking at them.”

He seemed satisfied with the explanation. The patch you handed him was shaped like golden stars. “Do you still have the pink heart ones? I think you look adorable when you wear those.”

Your cheeks warmed. It was a bit jarring to realize that Eli was fully aware of your blemishes, yet he viewed them as just another part of you, while you treated them like monsters. "You like them?" You gave him the chosen patches, though the question was more a confirmation for yourself than for him.

“I do have a favorite, but yeah, I like the others too. It’s cute when you walk around the house with them on your face.” You laughed, guiding his hand as he placed the patches in random spots rather than directly on the pimples.

You peeled one off and stuck it on his cheek. He smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your lips, lingering a little longer. The tip of his nose gently brushes against yours into softness.“I’ll go change into something more comfortable and head downstairs.” You tied your hair up, abandoning any formality that might’ve lingered.

Eli nodded, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt. You glanced over, eyes lingering on his shoulders and tattoo. He chuckled through his nose, “Okay, go get changed, little one. I’m starving.”

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Ok so I’m fucking exhausted, preparing for college and I just wanted to post something because I feel like I haven’t been enough so have this. (This is a smidge unedited, let me know what you think )

Balls

Eddie hates the gym. For numerous reasons.

A) It constantly smells like a monkeys asshole

B) Half the class acts and looks like a monkeys ass

And C) it’s just to fucking loud. The sneakers were constantly rubbing just the right amount on the floor, in result a horrible squeaking noise echoed through the gym. Sometimes if he squints hard enough there’s a little skid mark from the shoe that made the noise. It was worst than nails scratching on a chalk board. Honestly, Eddie would prefer to be put right in between that toy monkeys symbols. Maybe then it could knock some sense into him about not failing senior year.

They were in their basketball unit. Still. It feels like it’s been months since they’ve started it. But the gym teacher was set on finding recruits for the Hawkins championship. From what Eddie’s heard, Steve Harrington can no longer play. And from the way the guys face was caved in he’s surprised he didn’t also get a ‘get out of school’ free card. But nope, there he was sitting in the bleachers. Eyes drifting back between people, though the way his mouth fell open a bit and how is eyes were glossed over it was very obvious he wasn’t paying attention. He was somewhere else.

Slam! And now, Eddie really wishes he could be where ever the fuck Steve has the privilege to be while Jason Carver purposely spikes a ball into Eddie’s chest. Knocking the wind out of him, hands still wrapped around the ball as everyone around him starts to laugh.

Eddie’s nose scrunches up a bit as he moves aiming the ball at another jock who wanted it. Not caring that it did not go the way he intended to, and instead hit the coach in the back of the head. He makes a oopsie face. Hearing the laughter getting louder. He acts like he threw it at him on purpose, that would be less embarrassing then everyone figuring out he didn’t have the hand coordination to play ball. (Even though he was great on guitar)

The coach’s face scrunches up and yells, “laps Munson.” The guy really treated gym class like an actual practice. It fucking sucked, especially for Eddie’s asthma. Which was already starting to act up due to you know… getting the fucking air knocked out of him.

Groaning loudly, he begins to jog not so smoothly. Hearing the very unoriginal jock cracked by Jason. “I thought you would know how to handle balls better Munson!”

Eddie’s face is bright red, trying not to let the comment phase him. Starting to push his body a bit more, rubbing out of agitation. Through his tunnel vision he thankfully doesn’t miss Steve spiking a basketball at Jason’s head. And boy does he not miss.

The ball nearly knocks Jason’s head clean off his shoulders. Turning to glare at whoever did that. His heated gaze cowering a bit when he realizes the king of Hawkins was targeting him. Which was not a good thing. The girls around Steve were already starting to whisper, Jason doesn’t seem to miss this either. Eyes moving to Chrissy Cunningham, who was giggling with a few of her friends higher up in the bleachers. Waiting for the class to finish so that they could start cheer practice.

“I was curious Carver, how do balls taste?” Steve says louder. The coach doesn’t yell at him, doesn’t even tell him to run laps. Just snorts shaking his head amused as he writes on his clipboard. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if he was taking points off from him and giving them to Steve for extra credit.

Jason’s a bit pink in the face, looking away in shame as he starts to talk in a hushed voice with his group of friends. Eddie snorts, amused as he keeps running around. He was fine. For the first two times going around, but now. He was barely able to breath. Slowing down as he has to pull his inhaler out. Taking a few puffs. Gasping for air, while everyone ignores him.

He wishes that he had just skipped this class. But he was on track for ‘85 baby. He moves trying to stand up a bit more as he starts to push forward. Force himself through the burning ache in his lungs. To focused on that that he barely catches the hand that lands on his shoulder.

His body stiffens up a bit as he nearly jumps a couple of feet in the air. Eyes wide as he sees that it’s Steve Harrington touching him. Go figure. He was going to get a elbow in the gut for sure. For “experimental reasons.” To see if the asthmatic could turn into a total weezer.

But that doesn’t seem to be the case as Steve nods his head towards the doors. “Coach wants you to take me to the nurse.” He grumbles a bit. And Eddie can’t help but roll his eyes a bit at that. But if it means getting out of class for a few minutes, then so be it. He grumbles even more, not understanding why Steve couldn’t take himself.

And from the way the other sways on his feet Eddie quickly catches on. But why he was chosen to take him was beyond him. He was barely functioning himself as he starts into a coughing fit the second they step out of the doors. Steve’s hands are already leading him to the water fountain, rubbing his back gently. “Come on dude you need to stand straight.” Steve comments, moving Eddie’s body like he was clay. Eddie listens standing as straight as he can, still coughing for a second. Waiting for breather room before he takes another puff of his inhaler. Hands shaking a bit before he was pulling it back.

And god damn, Steve Harrington was a god send. And angel sent from above. Because Eddie really needed water, and where did the king take him? Straight to the fucking source.

Eddie clambers forward a bit, quickly drinking mouthfuls of water. Coming back up to gasp for air, which might be his default setting. He’s to busy trying to cure his dry throat that he hadn’t notice hands holding his hair back.

After a moment longer Eddie pulls back, his curls strangely fall right in his face at the same time. He glances over at Steve, who was now a couple of feet away from him. Awkwardly smiling and waving at him, like he hadn’t just pulled his hair back like he was some drunk teenage girl. Eddie clears his throat before Steve nods his head a bit. Looking down at the floor a bit as he starts stumbling forward a bit. His balance seems a bit off, probably from getting his skull knocked in by Hargrove.

As they progress down the halls, the more Eddie starts to think Steve Harrington wasn’t like he thought he would be. But Eddie can’t say as much to him before Steve’s walking him into the nurse. Who now stares Eddie like he has five heads.

“What do you want Munson?” She says in a bored tone. Chewing on a mouthful of gum as she does.

Eddie stumbles on his words, moving to point to behind him. To only then realize that Steve Harrington was no longer there. His face goes a bright pink as he realizes what just happened. Secretly cursing the boy out for being so smooth Eddie turns to face the nurse again.

[msmoony7]

Inhaler holiday show with Eli Hewson

Summary: your boyfriend’s band performs their final show of the year

Word Count: 420

12 days of fics

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“Good luck tonight,” you say, kissing your boyfriend on the cheek. 

“Thanks, love. I’ll see you after the show.” He gives you one final hug and walks onto the stage with the rest of his band to perform their final show of the year. After many long months of touring, following them for some and being apart for some more, you were excited for them to have a little break. For themselves, but also to be able to spend some much needed time with your boyfriend.

They play a few songs before Eli finally introduces the band to the crowd. 

“How are we all feeling tonight?” he shouts at the crowd and is met by cheers in response.

“Thanks for coming out so close to Christmas, you all look great tonight. Let’s keep this party going.”

The band starts playing their next song and the crowd starts singing along. Everyone in the audience is dressed for the occasion. Everyones dressed in reds and greens and golds, and Santa hats fill the crowd. At one point, Santa hats are thrown up onstage and Eli and his bandmates put them on, earning a roar from the crowd.

The band plays their final song before the encore and they come offstage for a few minutes. Eli looks gorgeous in his jeans and white tank top, you can’t believe how lucky you are to be his girlfriend.

“You’re great out there,” you say to Eli, “Go on, finish the show.”

He pulls you in for a deep kiss and goes back on stage to play the final two songs. 

“We’re gonna play a few more for you. Thanks for coming out tonight and giving us a great year. We’re gonna take some time off, but we’ll see you all very soon.”

The crowd is the loudest you’ve ever heard it. Finally, the boys finish the show and Eli comes off stage and wraps you in his arms. You can feel the adrenaline radiating off him, knowing this is exactly where he belongs. 

“I’ll never get tired of watching you perform. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, baby. This break is gonna be so nice, I’ve missed being with you.”

“Missed you too,” you say into his chest, “you deserve some rest, this years been crazy.” 

“Yeah, I know. C’mon, let’s go home.”

The two of you exit the venue and start making your way to your shared home. This year has been amazing, but you can’t wait to see what your future with Eli holds.

[joespinell]

noticing more and more the bits in dr strangelove where president muffley is sick

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

Kinned Jim Kirk a lil too hard and now I have 500 million allergies

[elegantartisanperson]

listening to "here comes the sun" by The Beatles at 2 a.m and crying, godddd life can be so beautiful. How can people make others think differently. I don't want to ever be the reason someone thinks differently. I should be a better person.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

You legit have the best spn takes I love the patheticness of Rowena but never actually thought too much about it but your post makes me appreciate that part of her sm

Thank you! People are so nice to me 🥹 she needs to be a little scheming worm who gets maybe two thirds of what she wants maximum. She needs a project. She would be bored of running Hell with no conflict or further goals within about a week. Rowena has wanted the IDEA of running Hell for a long time but from what we've seen of what being monarch of Hell actually IS with Crowley (or, what he made it into) she's going to be bored out of her skull. She looked bored in the episode. She's a schemer!! Let her scheme! It's like if Chandler from FRIENDS just stopped telling jokes forever as his final position on the show and all his (titular) friends agreed it was good for him. Or if Winston from New Girl put down his racoon costume and said "I'm going to become an ivestment banker" and did it with no issues and no silliness that was his endgame. It doesn't feel right.

Anyway!!!!! Pathetic Rowena is so good. When she was trying to build a coven and all the witches were like. Have you forgotten that you're a complete loser??? Or when she "reconnects" with Crowley as his untrustworthy advisor and gives the most obviously scheming bad advice and the only reason he lets her get away with it is because she's his mother and he pities her a little. Or when she manages to get in good with Amara but Amara's like hm. You kind of suck huh. like that's golden.

I would have had, for her final appearance as "queen of hell", she does her whole big grand entrance being carried around by demons (loved that for her), giving (slightly quicker) lofty advice* about working on relationships (because that IS necessary for the theme of the episode) and getting her demons to look for Michael. And THEN after they get the news that he's not in Hell, have one of her demon aides warn her that the actual queen is coming so she's gotta go and the boys are like. The who. What. Meanwhile Rowena is scrambling to get her things and is like 'aye well maybe introducing myself as queen was a tad preemptive, but I will be. Good luck boys, best get out of here sharpish if you want to keep yer heads ❤️" and a specific goodbye to Sam with a kiss on the cheek since she was. His best friend???? and they don't presently have A Moment in the episode. It wouldn't take much. It would also solve the weird place of them being best friends with the queen of hell where - presumably - eternal torture is still happening. Easier to handwave if the position of power is incredibly tenuous like Crowley's was always depicted as.

To conclude. Kiss kiss kiss 💋

*not to be confused with giving Lofty advice, a character from BBC Casualty who crossed over to BBC Holby City and whom I hate with the fire of a million suns.

[six-of-ravens]

yaaaaay my parents got their special government health insurance coverage that means mom can get her $1500 asthma shots for $25!!

not that we doubt they'd get covered but dad was in such a snit about having to apply for New Insurance that I was worried any barrier would cause him to just give up.

[leaawrites]

Late Night Talking

Ryan McMahon x fem!reader

Summary: a childhood crush finally developes into love.

Warnings: none

This is part one of three.

Part 2, Part 3, Masterlist

You could see your breath when walking through the cold night in Dublin.

At least that’s what Y/n and Ryan noticed when walking home from band practice. Y/n wasn’t part of the band. Though she enjoyed music, there was little musical talent behind her knowledge of it, beside song-writing. It has always been what connected them. Especially her and Eli, seeing that they were the main writers on the lads songs. Spending nights between words on scribbled papers while the others were sound asleep made them become closer.

Laughing and arguing for hours on end felt comfortable with Eli for her. Though she couldn’t ignore the little voice that would always remind her how she deeply wanted it to be someone else she got to spent so much time with. The boy walking next to her. With his hands stuffed in his jeans jacket and his eyes focused on the road ahead, Y/n couldn’t ignore how her chest tightened and she wanted to smile at the mere thought of him.

Little did she know that the boy was debating whether or not to confront her about her feelings. Not for him, but for Eli. It made him feel scared, knowing that his best friend might like the same girl as him, and had better chances as well. It was a horrible feeling forming in his stomach, when he woke up from their laughter and seeing them huddled close together over a paper. He would watch as she stared at Eli with a sort of admiration he couldn’t quite place and how Eli would look at her while he played guitar. It was like in those moments, no one else existed beside them and he hated it.

The cold air hit her as a car drove by and made her shiver. Ryan, who was quietly watching her the whole walk home, noticed the girls cold state.

“Here,” he said, taking his jacket from his body and offering it to her. “Take it.”

This was his chance to make her notice him.

“Are you sure? Won’t you be cold?” She asked, still she took the jacket from him and snuggled a little closer to the fabric.

“I’m fine,” he assured her, shrugging as if nothing about the cold bothered him.

They continued walking in silence, no one said what was on their mind that night.

“That is mine.” The girl stopped in front of a house just two streets away from Ryan’s own home.

“Okay,” he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

She kept the jacket until the next day. When she came with it on, all eyes were on her. The lads knew who that jacket belonged to and when she offered it back to Ryan in a quiet moment when the boys were busy being idiots once again, he said, “keep it. Might need it again.”

So she kept it.

[chicago-geniza]

Hm. Learned about respirable fiberglass in a mutual's post. The year I missed like 6 months of school from "chronic bronchitis" in 2nd grade was also when we lived in a house with an exposed fiberglass wall. Correlation doesn't equal causation but I am once again grateful to be living somewhere that isn't killing me softy with mold spores or airborne insulation materials or whatever

[the-dear-skull]

You know how shaving ads don't show body hair because we as a society are so weird about body hair on women we don't want to see the products actually doing the job?

Same thing goes with bloom partnerships on TikTok.

[toolazytodecide]

Damn, I forgot what it was like posting in a popular Fandom

[msmoony7]

snowboarding with josh jenkinson

Summary: you and josh go snowboarding (fluff)

Word Count: 580

12 days of fics

maste'rlist

Your boyfriend, Josh, had been begging you to go snowboarding with him for years. Every winter since you’ve known him, he goes snowboarding with his family or his friends. Since the two of you started dating, his one hope and dream was that you tried it out one day with him. After years of excuses and refusal, you couldn’t say no any longer, and made the trip up to the mountains with him this winter. The two of you were spending a few days here, deciding to make a nice trip out of the occasion.

“I cannot believe that you dragged me out here,” you say to Josh as you start to put on the snowboarding gear he brought for you.

“Well, it only took me years to do,” he teases at you while putting on his own gear, “Don’t worry, I’m a great teacher.”

“Yeah, you better be,” you huff and stare at him, but are met with a warm kiss on the cheek.

“C’mon, let’s go,” he says to you while grabbing your boards.

The lodge is close to everything on site, so the walk to the chair lift is quick. You struggle getting onto the chair, but Josh helps settle you in.

“It’s pretty up here,” you say, admiring the view.

“Mhm,” Josh quietly replies as he puts his arm around you, urging you to rest your head on his shoulder, which you eagerly do.

The ride up the mountain isn’t too long, just under 10 minutes. When you make it up there, Josh helps you get off and the pair of you walk to a desolate area where Josh begins explaining the basics and helping you into your board.

After Josh finishes his explanation, he helps you put on your board and get onto your feet. He stays parallel facing you, also on his board.

“Okay, so keep your knees bent and we can start moving,” he says to you.

“Josh do not let go of my hand,” you frantically yell to him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he promises.

It takes you a few seconds, but you finally begin moving and make some distance. A smile appears on your face and you’re proud of the progress that you’ve made, even though it’s only a little.

“There you go, you got it!” Josh cheers you on, “I think you can do it without me.”

He gives you a little smile and slowly lets go of your hand. For a few seconds, you’re doing well on your own. Then, you hit a rough patch of snow and crash into the ground. You hear Josh somewhat of an “oof” from behind you while he rushes to your side.

“You okay,” he says with worry in his face.

“I’m okay,” you laugh, which gives him the okay to laugh back at you, “this is actually really fun. I’m glad you finally dragged me out here.”

“I am too.”

He helps you up and the two of you go back to what you were doing before you fell. The two of you are at this for a while and it’s beginning to grow dark.

“Let’s start heading in,” Josh says to you, “You did a good job today. I think that calls for some hot chocolate.”

“Sounds good to me,” you say back while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Maybe tomorrow we can move on from the bunny hill.”

“Hmm, I think I’m okay with the bunny hill.”

[links-studies]

completely bombed the first part of my qual today. objectively, it wasn't that hard but I had a migraine descend on me like a semitruck this week and I couldn't remember how to do basic math, so I got through none of it. sighs.