#send ibuprofen /silly

[rattusrattusdoomed]

That's so real, thank you! (Idk if we have anything wrong with our back, but it hurts a lot most of the time.) -Leon

notes for my impostor syndrome:

• no, it's not painful to walk for abled-bodied people

• no, healthy people don't usually use every chance they get to lean against walls or sit down

• no, ableds don't dream about shower stool

• no, ableds don't celebrate days when they're not in pain. because usually they're not in pain

• no, ableds don't want to stop walking mid-way, lay down on the ground, curl up and cry and whine from pain

• no, ableds aren't exhausted by their own bodies 24/7

[hesperisms]

// Beyond Sanctuary

"I would like it if, what helps you get better isn't medicine, but rather, me…"

// summary: Zayne expands on the research he did into how to relieve your menstrual cramping he mentions during the Affinity 70 Secret Time, Sanctuary.

// content warnings: 18+ (mdni), menstruation, soft-dom, established history, pet names, stimulation, aftercare

// a/n: I was in pain and out of advil when I wrote this, but who needs advil when you have Linkon's best? x-posted to AO3 - likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated!

"I would like it if, what helps you get better isn't medicine, but rather, me..." Zayne whispered quietly, his breath fluttering warmly across the curve of your ear while his fingers brush firm but gentle circles on your lower abdomen. While the words were sweet, there was a tone of intention behind his words that you picked up on immediately.

You reach down and slide your hand over the back of his while his fingers loop across your soft skin and tilt your head back towards him slightly, your curiosity piqued. "What else did your research teach you, Dr Zayne?" you say teasingly, catching the edge of a smirk he tries to hide from you out of the corner of your eye.

Zayne pecks a little kiss on the curve of your neck before he answers, trying to make sure his voice remains steady and measured; that it won't betray him into appearing too needy. Lying pressed up against your back stroking your delicate flesh and smelling your hair was making things hard for him. "Well," he began, a slight edge of huskiness to his voice, "while ibuprofen and other NSAIDS may help with pain relief, their usage is limited by dosage caps. I've read studies that a combination of dopamine and oxytocin topically applied can be just as effective...would you like to try it my love?"

As he finishes his sentence, his fingertips dip out from under yours and start trailing lower, finding the waistband of your sweats and teasing their way inside to brush against the fabric of your panties as he starts pecking kisses along the curve of your neck up towards your ear, nibbling gently on the edge of it while he waits for you to answer him. He already knows what your answer will be, of course, but he wants to hear you voice your consent. Your comfort is a priority for him, after all.

You bite your bottom lip as you comprehend his meaning; he wants to give you orgasms. He's waiting for you to tell him you want him to.

"Aren't you concerned about the mess?" you begin to ask hesitantly, but Zayne cuts you off with a gentle reprimand. "Silly girl," he chides in a sinful whisper against the shell of your ear, using his other hand to tug at the well-loved blanket beneath you. "I brought this old blanket in along with the tea I served you earlier with this very purpose in mind. Not to mention, being a surgeon, you know I'm very familiar with getting blood out of fabrics. The only thing I need you to concern yourself with is enjoying my efforts."

Your objections thoroughly and confidently handled, you feel a flush of heat rise in your stomach and you nod your head in agreement but this isn't enough for Zayne. "Use your words, Darling...would you like to try it?" he hums in a quiet growl, his warm breath and tone sending a flash of heat down your spine.

"Yes." "Yes what?" He challenges instantly, mouth paused mid-suck on your flushing earlobe.

"Yes please, Zayne." You whine, far needier than you intended to and your pulse quickens as he lets out a gentle little laugh, the slivery sound of it and the little puffs of air teasing your neck, making you shiver.

"That's much better my love," he coos soothingly as he takes a deep breath of the scent of your hair, bending his arm you've been using as a pillow to wrap around your chest and grip your shoulder, firmly locking you into his embrace as his little spoon. "Now let's do something about this pain of yours, hmm?"

He moves his other hand to ease down your panties, rolling the sides down your thighs to give him some space to move without brushing against your still-fresh pad and once they've been sufficiently rolled down, he reaches over you to the nightstand. As his larger weight presses you slightly into the sheets he pulls the drawer open and rummages, finding the small bottle of lube he insisted you keep nearby. You notice him juggle the bottle for a second, unsure how he's going to be able to open it and apply it with the one same hand and you giggle at his dilemma. You reach out, taking the bottle from him and uncapping it. "Thank you y/n." he praises appreciatively in your ear with a pecked kiss on your neck as he holds out his fingers to you and you drip some onto him.

As his slicked fingertips slide down between your thighs your breath catches in your throat and your heart starts to hammer in your chest. Ever attentive to your body's signals, Zayne licks and kisses at your neck, paying close attention to your pulse thrumming in the delicate arteries of your throat. Though he'll never admit it to you, it's a game for him to manipulate your pulse this way, his years of medical training making it second nature for him to read your reactions via the heart he studied so intensely. A soft sigh leaves your lips as Zayne's lithe fingertips start to explore, circling your aching bud and sliding between your folds, while he watches you intensely with those golden-green eyes sparkling with desire. "Close your eyes and relax," he instructs, praising you as you do so with a throaty whisper. "Trust me to make you feel good." You melt back into his warm chest, his right arm still wrapped tightly around you while his other hand roams.

Feeling you settle in and squirm gently in his arms, he slips his long middle finger into your rapidly soaking folds, curling them to stroke your spot as his thumb finds your swelling clit, eliciting little moans of pleasure from you, the painful ache of your cramps gradually being replaced with an ache of longing and desire the more his fingers lavish their attentions on you.

"Can you take more?" he growls against your neck in a raspy whisper, dry humping his growing erection up against your backside. You let out a low moan and grind against his hand in response and he stops his movements, waiting for a real answer. "That's twice I've had to tell you to use your words, my love, don't make me have to repeat myself please." "Please keep going Zayne." You whimper, grasping onto his hand holding onto your shoulder. "Please don't stop, I want you." He lets out a little moan of his own against the back of your neck and resumes grinding his length against you, closing his eyes and acting on sheer instinct. As he presses himself into you, he slips a second finger into your aching walls, it joining his middle finger in seeking out your pleasure. He scissors his long fingers inside you, stretching your walls wider as he crooks them just right to hit that sweet spongy spot again and again. His thumb works your clit in tight circles, sending jolts of electricity shooting up your spine and your grip on his hands tightens.

Your vision starts to blur and sparkles dance in your eyelids as you throw your head back against his shoulder, moaning his name loudly as you come undone on his fingers, rhythmic clenches keeping his fingers trapped deeply inside you. As you come down and the orgasm subsides, he slowly withdraws his hand, sliding your panties back up your hips ensuring they're snug and securely back in place, pecking kisses on your neck. "That's my good girl" he purrs, peppering you with kisses. "You go ahead and rest, I'll be back in a minute after I clean up." Zayne gently slides his arm out from underneath you and you roll over to watch him, blushing as you see his left hand covered in blood. He notices your gaze has caught his hand and he leans over to plant a warm gentle kiss on your lips, before he presses his forehead against yours. "Don't be embarrassed, this is nothing I'm not used to y/n, I see blood all the time." he smiles against your lips and you can't help but smile back, your blush receding.

After a couple of minutes in the bathroom washing up he returns to the bedroom with a wry smile at you and slides into bed beside you, snuggling you up against his broad chest in a big bear hug, his chin resting on your hair while he gently rubs your back in slow, easy circles. You drift off to sleep, your cheek pressed against his chest, the scent of his aftershave filling your senses and the cramps long gone.

[salmonsalad69]

ANOTHER silly incorrect quotes from my friends (TG/TGM)

Ice: "We need toner, bleach, foil, and gloves. And milk."

Mav: "What... what is the milk for?"

Goose: "Drinking."

Slider: "Lube."

Ice: "... I'm not gonna tell you. None of you deserve to know."

Hangman: "You trip on your own feet every 5 steps"

Bob: "6, but yeah."

Hangman: "You can't read basic english."

Rooster: "What the hell?"

Hangman: "And I'm perfect! Except for the whole 'gay for people who don't like me back' thing."

Mav: "Once I'm done having hot girl stomach aches I'll send you a picture of the bag I bought "

Wolf: "Cute! The stomach aches and the bag. You're an icon."

Phoenix: "I came here to... what is it? I came here to Idolize Isolate and Ibuprofen?"

Bob: "Close enough."

Ice: "I wanna give you head kisses. You're very head kissable."

Mav: "Yeah I give great head."

Ice: "What?"

Mav: "What?"

Slider: "They don't call me 'Sandwich Gobbler' for nothing!"

Goose: "No one has ever called you that, ever. We did call you 'Cryin' Ryan' in elementary school though."

Slider: "My name isn't even Ryan!"

[mariclerc]

Fighter (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: where you have a serious accident on the track and Charles's memories of it aren't the most pleasant ones. Warning: an injured and somewhat frustrated reader, caring and gentle Charles and a lot of fluff this time.

a/n: I hope you like this part, this is a short one! please let me know if you want a third one!!

Part 1

Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating a cozy bedroom. Clothes are scattered across a chair, and a half-eaten bowl of cereal sits on the bedside table. You walk slowly out of the bathroom, your movements stiff and a grimace on your face. You're wearing a simple white t-shirt and some sweatpants, but the center of attention it's a bright pink neck brace. It's been exactly almost two weeks since your big accident on the track and you find it very difficult to do normal things like change your clothes or even go to the bathroom.

You try to reach for your back as a wave of dizziness washes over you, making you stumbling slightly, but a strong hand steadies you... Charles appears behind you, concern etched on his face while holding your slippers in his hand.

“Hey, careful there princess. Let's take it slow, okay?” he says in a soft voice while you lean into his touch, a small sigh escaping from your lips.

You mumble slightly. “I hate feeling so useless.”

Charles helps you into the bed and sits beside you, his brow furrowed. “Don't be silly chérie, you're recovering from a nasty crash... It's okay to need help for a while, you know?”

You cry a little as you try to pull the t-shirt over your head. “Ugh, even this is impossible. Stupid neck brace.”

Charles reaches out, his touch gentle as he unfastens the back of the t-shirt. He slowly pulls it down your arms, his movements careful not to aggravate your injuries. “Let me do it, you need to rest your arms babe.”

You feel a warmth spread through your chest despite the frustration. It's a different kind of warmth than the one that ignites during a perfectly executed pit stop or a thrilling overtake... It's the warmth of care, of having someone there to support you when you're at your most vulnerable state.

A fresh t-shirt materializes in Charles' hands, and he helps you slide your arms in. He leans close, his voice a soft murmur.

“How about I get you some painkillers and water? Oh, maybe a light lunch too!”

You look up at him, at warm and grateful smile tugging in the corners of your lips. “You really are the best pit crew a girl could ask for... Even if you are from the rival team.”

Charles grins, his eyes twinkling. “You know I'm always happy to help you, right? Now, stay put. I'll be back in a flash darling.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead, the touch sending shivers down your spine, he takes the half-eaten bowl of cereal in his hands and leaves the room. Even with a messed-up neck and a bruised ego, you know that you're so lucky to have him by your side.

You settle back against the pillows, a newfound sense of peace washing over your body.

***

Charles disappears into the kitchen, and you take a moment to try and stretch your stiff muscles, something that is somewhat impossible. The silence is broken by a muffled crash from the kitchen... Your eyes widen a fraction.

“Of course, there's always a challenge with him.” you muttered to yourself.

Internally you have a debate whether calling out to him, but the thought of him fussing over you just because you only want a glass of water is too much. You try to push yourself up from the bed, wincing at the sharp tug in your lower back.

“Stubborn neck brace, stubborn muscles... Maybe I can manage just this once.” you say while clenching your teeth.

Just as you manages to get one leg over the edge of the bed, a flustered Charles bursts back in, holding a tray with a glass of water and a bowl of warm and comforting soup. “Okay, crisis averted... I almost knocked over the entire spice rack trying to get the ibuprofen out of the top shelf, but nothing to worry about.”

He sees you halfway out of the bed and rushes over to your side.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing amour? I told you to stay put.” He says alarmed.

You winces once again, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. “I just wanted a glass of water! I hate feeling so helpless all the single time, I can't even get myself water!”

Charles softens immediately, pulling you back onto the bed and gently tucking you in. “Hey, hey, It's okay! I understand... Here, let me help you sit up baby.” he says with a soothing voice.

He props you against the pillows with a comforting hand on your shoulder. Then, a mischievous glint appears in his eyes.

“Besides, a champion driver like you deserves a pit crew that can handle a little pressure. How about a race to see who can finish their lunch first?”

You let out a watery laugh, the tension easing from your shoulders. “You're on. But don't underestimate the recovery power of a champion!”

Charles grins, placing the tray softly on your lap. “Never underestimate the pit crew either, sweetheart.”

You take a cautious sip of the water, the coolness soothing your parched throat. You winces again, a flicker of pain shooting through your neck, Charles notices that instantly.

“Easy there amour. Does it still hurt? Maybe we should grab another ice pack, that helped last night with the pain.” he asked but you shook your head, forcing a little smile.

“No, I'm okay charlie. It's just a twinge, besides, I don't want to slow down in our race, champion recovery, remember?”

You scoop a bite of soup with your spoon, the small movement it's such a challenge with the stiff muscles. Charles watches you, his gaze filled with concern and something deeper.

“You know that winning isn't everything here, right? How about we take this slow? You focus on getting better while I handle everything else. Deal?”

You hesitate, the competitive fire in your eyes dimming slightly. The thought of being completely dependent on Charles sometimes feels suffocating, even though you know he means well. He cares a lot about you and doing this kind of thing for you is not a bother to him at all.

“Maybe a compromise? You handle the tricky stuff, but for things like reaching for the water, I can try. It'll help me get my strength back faster, right?”

Charles considers your proposal, his eyes searching yours. He sees the determination sparkling beneath the vulnerability. “Alright, feisty one, but you promise to be careful? Don't try to be the heroine, okay?” he let out a soft sigh. “If you feel in trouble or find it difficult, don't be afraid to tell me, okay?” he says softly and you nod partially, since you can't do it so effusively.

You beams, a genuine smile that reaches your eyes. “It's a deal! Now, about that soup... What if we make it a relay race? You feed me a spoonful of soup and then I try to grab the water myself, It's a champion teamwork!” you say and giggled softly.

Charles lets out a laugh, the tension leaving his shoulders. He scoops a spoonful of soup, his eyes twinkling.

“Alright sweetheart, you're on! But remember, even teamwork has a winning team. And today that's us.”

He carefully brings the spoon to your lips, and you lean in. As you savors the warm soup, a feeling of warmth blooms in your chest that has nothing to do with the broth... It's the warmth of love, of shared determination, and the knowledge that they'll face this recovery, just like they face every challenge, together.

***

You take a spoonful of the soup, Charles' hand steady beside the spoon, the warmth spreads through your body, both from the food and from the way he's taking care of you. You finish the spoonful with a satisfied sigh, Charles look at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Alright bébé, your turn for the water challenge... Remember, if you feel like you can't do it, you can tell me to help you, slow and steady wins the race.”

He places the glass on the nightstand within reach, just out of easy reach for you with the neck brace. You take a deep breath, summoning your inner champion.

“Okay... Here goes nothing.” you say focused.

You gingerly reaches out with your right hand, the movement sending a jolt of pain through your back. You grit your teeth, determined not to give up. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, your fingers finally brush the cool glass.

A triumphant smile spreads across your face... Just as you're about to grab it, a sharp pain shoots through your neck, making your hand flinch. The glass wobbles precariously on the nightstand.

You gasped and Charles reacts instantly, reaching out to catch the glass before it spills. Relief washes over him as he sets it back down safely.

“It's okay baby, I told to be careful. I think that was too much too soon.” he say worried.

You winces again, a wave of frustration washing over you. Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“I just... I don't like to feel useless, I can't even do a simple thing... When I will be back to normal Charles?” you asked in a whisper.

Charles sits beside you on the bed, pulling your body into a gentle hug. He rests his chin on top of your head, his voice soft and reassuring. ”It's okay not to be okay baby, healing takes some time! Don't push yourself too hard, just focus on getting better sweetcheeks, that's the most important race right now.”

He picks up the glass of water and brings it to your lips again. This time, there's a tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat.

“So how about we call a truce on the race? You focus on getting some rest, and I'll handle the hard pit stop duties, you like bringing you food, water and helping you with your clothes... Deal?”

You lean into his touch, a wave of peace washing over you. The frustration melts away, replaced by a quiet gratitude. “Deal... Thank you so much Charles, you're the best pit crew and boyfriend a girl could ask for, even if you sometimes underestimates her recovery power.” you say softly and shyly.

Charles chuckles, a warm sound that fills the room. ”Never underestimate a champion's determination, even a recovering one. Now, drink up princess. You need your strength for tomorrow's physiotherapy battle.”

You take a slow sip of the water, savoring the cool refreshment... Maybe this forced break from racing isn't so bad after all, the accident may have sidelined you from the track, but in this moment, surrounded by love and laughter, you know your true victory lies in the unwavering support you have by your side. The road to recovery may be long, but with Charles by your side, it's a journey you'll face together, one spoonful, one pit crew story, at a time.

[yxngbxkkie]

Aaah, those drunk confession prompts are so cute😊💞

You asked to send some in so I thought Binnie would fit 12 or 14, since he's such a silly cutie. Your writing is always the best, I hope you have a lovely day!! :) thank you <3

binnie is absolutely perfect for both prompts, so that's what i did! 💓 thank you for sending a prompt in! i hope you like it! 🥰

12. "I'm seeing you twice. Oh, now I can give all my love to even more of you."

14. "You're so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

~

"Y/N!" Minho screams your name, and you can hear him drag his feet.

You push yourself off of the bed, pausing the YouTube video you're watching. "Yeah?!" You scream back, opening the door to your room.

"Come get your boyfriend!" He says to you, rounding the corner.

"Changbin isn't my boyfriend," you tell him again. You cross your arms over your chest while leaning against the doorframe.

He smiles at you, pushing your shoulder playfully. "How do you know I was talking about Changbin, hm??" He teases you before walking into your room.

"Because the seven of you constantly call him my boyfriend," you remind him, turning your body to see Minho flop himself on your bed.

"The two of you are smitten with each other. You might as well call him your boyfriend," he shrugs his shoulders, leaning on his hands.

"Anyway, why do I need to go get him?" You ask Minho, tucking some hair behind your ear.

Your friend sits up fully, resting his arms against his thighs. "He's drunk and won't stop yelling," he mentions to you. "Chan and I can only do so much to shut him up. It's your turn."

A laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head. "This is what happens when you give him alcohol. You guys don't drink that much," you playfully scold the older member.

Minho shrugs his shoulders again, the two of you walking out of your room. "I didn't come up with the idea."

You walk down the stairs, seeing the rest of the members sitting out on the little patio. Changbin hangs himself over Chan as you walk out the glass door.

"Binnie," you call out his name, gaining the rapper's attention. You giggle and wave at him, watching his eyes light up.

"Hi, Y/N! Oh my god," he giggles and pushes himself off of Chan. He rushes over to you, almost falling over a couple of times.

His hands rest on your waist as you place yours on his biceps. "Hi, Binnie," you chuckle, keeping him steady. "You doin' alright?"

He nods his head, smiling ear to ear. "I'm doing fabulous, cutie," Changbin slurs his words, his body rocking back and forth.

"You want to go inside with me? We can watch your favorite show," you attempt to bribe him, gently rubbing his arm.

"Yeah! Can we cuddle?" He asks you while you lead him back into the resort.

You giggle and nod your head. "Of course, Binnie," you mention while glancing back at the other members. "G'Night, guys."

"Goodnight, Y/N!" The members wish you a good night as you loop your arm with his.

Changbin leans his head on your shoulder as the two of you make your way back to your room. "Don't fall asleep on me, handsome," you whisper to him, gently scratching his head.

"I can't wait to cuddle you," he whispers loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you open the door to your room. You help him inside, sitting him down on the edge of the bed. You stroke his cheek for a few seconds before moving to grab him water.

"I'll be right back, okay?" You mention, and Changbin nods his head.

You quickly grab some ibuprofen from your bag, in case he needs it in the morning. You place the pills onto the end stand when you feel Changbin's eyes on you.

"What's up?" You ask him, wondering if he needs anything.

He smiles at you and reaches for one of your hands. "I'm seeing you twice," he giggles, leaning back against the pillows. "Oh! Now I can give all my love to you even more."

A giggle leaves your lips, and you shake your head. "Drink some water, Binnie," you tell him, twisting the cap off for him.

He pouts lightly before complying. You watch him carefully, making sure he doesn't spill it on himself. "You know… you're so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

"You must really like me, hm?" You ask him, grabbing the water bottle from him. You set it down next to the ibuprofen before climbing into bed next to him.

"I like you so much," he confesses, tilting his head to look at you.

You smile fondly at him, moving some of his hair out of his face. "You're cute, Binnie. I like you too," you tell him, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

Changbin nuzzles his head into your neck, releasing a hum. His buff arms wrap around your waist, pressing your body against his. "If I remember, I'll take you out to breakfast," he whispers into your neck.

"Okay, Binnie-baby. I'll hold you to it," you laugh, combing your fingers through his hair again.

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[tennessoui]

Having your ribs hurt at all is miserable, to still have a cough is the worst. I hope your ibuprofen is helping, but also if you want a heat pack it's pretty easy to DIY a decent one.

Essentially you just want a container and something inside that retains heat. If you have a long cotton sock to sacrifice that works, but a microwave safe ziploc is also fine and might be better shaped for ribs. For the filling, I've always used plain white rice but I've heard of people using barley or oats, whatever you have on hand.

If using a ziploc bag, fill about 3/4 of the way, press out the air and close, and then just microwave for about a minute, minute and a half. Then wrap in a towel (hand towel, kitchen towel, rags, whatever. Just some insulating material to keep from burning yourself), and apply.

My rule of thumb is typically 20 minutes on/1-3 hrs off for any kind of heat or cold treatment. Again, just trying to do it safely.

I hope you feel better soon!

thank you so much for sending this!! I feel so silly tbh I always had heat packs in the house growing up but didn’t bring any with me when I moved. This idea and how to is so good because I do in fact have a long cotton sock and some rice 🤩

I also love that you included the timeline for this because without knowing how long I should probably keep the heat applied I would do it for a few hours (it’s currently very cold outside and my radiator is not working for some reason) so this is super handy 🥰

Thank you again!!! I really love the aspect of the internet where it’s like maybe the people on the internet don’t know everything but we’re sort of all just here filling in the stuff other people don’t know 🥹 very beautiful

[nazwrites-2002]

ENHYPEN WHEN YOUR ON YOUR PERIOD - TW: Cuddling , kissing , periods , cramps , confused Niki , tooth rotting fluff ,use of boyfriend once . HEESEUNG - The absolute sweetest . He’d send cute messages ,bring you Ibuprofen when you’ve got cramps . He’ll give you cuddles and will bring you an endless supply of snacks . JAY - Knows when your period is coming and has the whole app to be prepared . He will come over everyday and cook you the best food and buy you anything you crave . He would snuggle into you and make you a hot water bottle . He will have you wrapped in his hoodies comfortably , full and happy . JAKE - The sweetest boy ,gives the best hugs and makes the best ramyeon for you on your period . He will run to the nearest convenience store and buy every snack you could want . The two of you will be sat on the couch with banana milk and watching studio ghibli movies .

SUNGHOON - he would make sure you stay hydrated and bring you hot chocolate and making you your all time favourite chocolate strawberries . He would give the best cuddles as you lay in fetal position in pain . He’d probably start crying if you cried because of pain . He’d bring you ibuprofen to take . SUNOO - He would come over and the two of you would have the most fun ever and he would take your mind off the cramps with face masks, skincare and silly hairstyles . He would make you smile and enjoy each second despite the horrible pains in your abdomen . JUNGWON - He always gives the best gifts he will bring you a stuffy with a hot water bottle inside to ease the cramps . “ you know you don’t have to get me a new one every month ?” You told your boyfriend . “ I know but it’s stitch look .” He said smiling at the blue stuffy . He would make you so comfortable and hug as you both ate Tteok- bokki . NIKI - Niki would be so clueless the poor boy . He would be stressing because you sent him a message complaining about your cramps saying they felt like death . You would say something like it wasn’t a big deal it happened every month and he say “ EVERY MONTH !!?” He can’t cook anything for the life of him so he’d Order you whatever you wanted and just cuddle you until you felt better . His best tactic is to make you laugh

[igncrxntripley]

Can you do a romantic one of readerxfinn please like sweet romantic flirty Finn

backstage admirer

a/n: this is cute pls enjoy

Working for the WWE was always fun; you got to work with so many different personalities, and working as a medic meant someone always needing you. It was one of the positions where you got to interact with almost every single competitor which was crazy fun for you…but one person was always making it a point to come and visit you. 

In the beginning you were working with Finn on some shoulder issues. You’d tape it up for him, give him some Ibuprofen, and send him on his way. But you’d quickly noticed that it seemed off how often he was visiting. Nothing was bruised, he was able to move it perfectly fine, and he only complained of the pain when he knew you were around backstage. Maybe you were silly and naive, but it took quite awhile for you to catch on. 

You decided this was going to be the night you would confront him about his mystery shoulder pain. He wasn’t even competing, but he still came to you as usual with complaints of pain in his shoulder. 

“Wow, this shoulder must really be bothering you.” You told him, putting your hands on the shoulder and trying to get a feel for what he’d been talking about. “You’ve come to see me every week for the last few months about it.” You gave Finn a small smile. 

Finn nodded, twinging his face in ‘pain’ as he looked up at you. “Yeah, I know. Stubborn pain is what it is.” You nodded before taking your hands away, crossing your arms over your chest and looking at him with a smirk. “Do you wanna try being honest with me this time?” You said, making him blush and scoff like nothing had happened. 

“What do you mean? I am honest. My shoulder hurts!” Finn said, once again grabbing his shoulder and trying to pass off the pain even though he wasn’t being as convincing as usual. “I’m not dumb, Finn. Just tell me why you keep coming in here when nothing actually hurts.”

Finn sighed and gave in, looking down at his lap. “I just…I…” he shrugged and gathered a little courage to look up at you. “You’re going to make fun of me.” You raised an eyebrow at Finn and pulled up a stool to sit across from him. “I’ve held the hands of men twice your size while they get band-aids for their boo-boos. I won’t laugh.” Finn smiled a little before letting out a soft sigh. “I just think you’re cute, that’s all.” 

You blushed right back at him and raised an eyebrow at Finn’s statement. “You what?” You asked softly, making him smile at you in return. “I think you’re cute, and I like being around you. And sometimes that means the only time I can catch you is when you’re working.” He smiled at you and held your hand. “I’m sorry I faked it. But I also enjoy our time together.”

You giggled at his words and squeezed his hand. “You know, you could’ve just asked me to go out for drinks if you wanted to see me that badly.” Finn took a deep breathe and gave a small nod. “Well in that case,” he scooted a little closer and held both your hands this time. “Y/N, would you do me the honor of going out for drinks with me?”

His words made you feel giddy inside, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Only if you promise to stop pretending your shoulder hurts. You can just talk to me if you wanna see me that bad.” Finn smirked and leaned in to give your cheek a gentle kiss. “Deal.”

[finn-m-corvex]

Lightning in a Cubicle Pt. 1

Did I expect to see my silly little post about Jay being another boring office drone take off? Absolutely not. Hell no I didn't. But here we are and everywhere I look there's office Jay taking over the community person by person and I have no idea what I've done. So, what better way to celebrate my newfound stardom than to do what I do best and write?

Between my drawing today and suffering in pain (I've had twelve ibuprofen today, YIKES) I have put together this little thing. Who am I kidding? Nothing I write is little.

This is Part 1, don't know when Part 2 is coming out, but I hope everyone enjoys nonetheless! P.s. lemme know if anyone wants to be on a taglist for Pt. 2.

"Thank you for reaching out about this issue, Charlie. I will get back to you in two to three business days..." Jay was muttering to himself, carefully clicking each key as he responded to the email. He did not want a repeat of the incident where he typed 'fuck' instead of 'duck' to his supervisor. HR had hounded him for two weeks, forcing him to take classes on workplace etiquette and sensitivity lessons.

Jay hated their HR department.

After he finished the email, he made sure to include his signature and click send, reloading the page and checking to see if it actually sent instead of being banished to his drafts. It had happened to many times already. He smiled at the sight of his finally cleared inbox, happily ignoring the forms that he still needed to fill out and all of the paperwork he had to file.

God, how was it only Monday?

For the first time that day, Jay finally had some downtime (as long as he ignored all of his responsibilities). He grabbed up his cup of pens, intending on linking them all together with paperclips to "ropen" and close his cubicle door. He snickered at his own joke; damn, he cracked himself up sometimes.

Calling it a door was quite generous, honestly. It was really more a spare cubicle wall he had stolen from his coworker Judy after she had gone upstairs for the day. The old hag didn't even realize that it was missing the next morning, only seeing that she now had a view right into her best friend Janet's office. Jay had haggled for some hinges from his buddy in the maintenance department, nailing them to his wall and attaching the stolen one.

He had just found his groove in making the rope when a shrill shriek echoed through the office. "WALKER!"

Jay jumped with a small gasp, panicking when a couple strands of his lightning leaked out. He was quick to get it back under control with his breathing, and he was filled with dread when he realized who had called his name.

Shitty Sharon.

"Yeah, Sharon?" he called back, poking his head out from the top of his cubicle. Just as he thought, Sharon was standing in the doorway to their workroom, face red with anger and hands on her hips. All the other ladies were staring at him as he made the walk of shame to the workroom, and Jay felt humiliated under their questioning gazes.

Could he go one day without being summoned like he was a lapdog? One?!

"I thought you were supposed to fix the printer." Sharon said shortly, and Jay was wondering who the hell he had pissed off in the chain of command to be the only man on the women's side of the floor.

It took everything in him not to scream. "I did fix the printer, Sharon."

"Then why the hell won't it print?! I don't have the time for this," she growled.

Neither did he. He had ropes to make. "Did you make sure it had ink and paper? Like I told you last time?"

"Why should I have to do that? That's why you're here, office boy," she said snidely, and god it was too early for this.

He chose to be the bigger person and check the printer himself, and what do you know? It just needed more paper.

"I'll put the paper in for you," he said, because he was not getting bad karma for being a bitch back to Shitty Sharon. She had hella connections with the company, and she would not hesitate to make his life a living hell. The last time he talked back to her, his water had gotten turned off for a week. He had to haul some in from the communal bathrooms just so he could take a shower.

Grabbing a fresh package of paper, Jay opened it with ease, avoiding giving himself a cut as he placed it in the tray. Closing it, he pressed a couple buttons to make sure everything was working right, and then it took all of his willpower not to scream when he glanced at the tiny screen with all of the functions on it.

"Sharon," he said, in the sweetest tone he could conjure at the moment, "why are you printing a thousand copies of this report?!"

"The damn thing wouldn't work, so I just kept clicking print!"

"You're supposed to call the maintenance department!" Jay yelled, throwing his hands into the air. "Or I.T.! Or me! Not print a thousand copies of the same paper!"

"Whatever," she said flippantly, turning away and walking back to her nice spacious office that should've been Jay's. "Just be a 'dear' and take care of it for me."

He didn't want to take care of it. Muttering to himself, Jay smashed the small buttons on the printer with much more force than necessary, cancelling the excess orders but making sure to leave one still open. While he would've loved to cancel all of them to force Sharon to click print again and come get it herself, Jay knew from experience that she would print out a bunch of the shit anyway and dump it in his office.

Jay started humming, readjusting the tie around his neck to give his hands something to do. He relaxed, fully intent on going back to his cubicle to goof around some more until he caught a glace at the clock.

8:50.

He had a meeting in ten minutes.

"Fuck!" Jay yelled, sprinting out of the room and straight for his workspace. He snatched up his briefcase and jacket, nearly forgetting his keycard before spinning on his heel to grab them. There was something he was forgetting, he knew it, but he didn't have the time to wonder what it was.

Slipping his jacket on, Jay didn't bother to keep the door from slamming shut behind as he escaped the suffocating atmosphere of the accounting department. He ran down the hall, pushing past other disgruntled employees with a quick apology. The elevators on their side of the hall were broken; he was going to have to use the ones by Public Relations.

His ever-wondering mind thought about convincing the decorating department to get them some plants as he hurried past white wall after white wall, only sparsely brightened up by a portrait of the board of directors or some fancy-schmancy paintings that Jay couldn't appreciate. What was wrong with some good ol' greenery? Some flowers here, a little fern there, maybe they would even let him go crazy and get a bonsai tree!

You know, if he ever got an office with a window.

"G'morning Jay!" his favorite security guard said to him, and Jay barely had time to wave to the man before he passed. If he was lucky, he wouldn't have to wait very long for the car to arrive on his floor.

The Administration was a beast of a building; you could see it from practically anywhere in Ninjago. With an impressive two hundred and fifty-four floors, it was the first true skyscraper that Jay could ever remember seeing in his life. Or what he remembered from it, anyway.

One of the reasons it had to be so large was because the Administration also housed all of their employees and necessities. The last fifty floors were dedicated entirely to apartments for the workforce, and Jay's own apartment was on level 275. Thinking about that reminded him that he needed to stop by the supermarket on floor 168 before he went home for the day. He had run out of coffee grounds the day before, and heaven knows he couldn't go on without those.

Jay's bad luck continued to haunt him when he skidded to a stop in front of the elevators, and the closest one to floor 67 was the one on 154. Someone must've been visiting the indoor aquarium. Jay wanted to go to the aquarium.

He slammed his hand on the up button, watching as the numbers along the top slowly counted down. Checking his wrist-watch, Jay saw that he had seven minutes to get to the one hundredth floor; this was going to be tight, but as long as there weren't any delays he should be able to make it.

And of course, because he's him, there were delays.

"How many stops do you have to make"?!" he exclaimed, watching as the damned elevator paused for the seventh time. He didn't have the time for this!

Finally, finally, the elevator stopped on his floor, and Jay pushed past all of the people getting off. He swiped his keycard, ignoring the female voice saying "Welcome, Jay Walker," in favor of urgently typing his floor number into the elevator's keypad, and it shot up into the sky like a rocket.

Most of his coworkers had told him stories about how long it had taken them to adjust to the elevator's speed, but Jay had never had a problem with it. Part of him always wondered what he had done in his past life before he came to work for the Administration; there had to be a reason he didn't get motion sick, or how his reflexes were sharper than the blades in the shredder, or why he felt so uneasy whenever he saw someone swinging an object in his direction (like he was expecting an attack?).

There was also the lightning, of course, but no one knew that Jay had that. And no one could ever know. He didn't want to imagine the training that he would be forced to go through if the Administration ever found out about it.

If they didn't ship him off to Imperium first.

"Can this damn thing not go any faster?" Jay growled, tapping his foot against the floor in an aggressive beat. He was glad no one else was in the elevator with him.

Up and up he went, the numbers growing higher and higher, blinking red. 97, 98, 99...

100! and he still had two minutes to spare!

Maybe Mr. Harding would give him that promotion after all!

The doors started opening and Jay was out before they could finish, making a beeline for the door at the other end of the blindingly white hallway. He could feel the sweat staining his light blue button-up, and Jay just had to hope and pray that his jacket covered it up well enough to get through this meeting without his eagle-eyed boss noticing anything.

He knocked on the door, checking his watch and seeing that he had officially made it at 8:59. One minute left.

Jay slapped his corporate smile on his face when Mr. Harding opened the door, making sure to hold out the correct hand. His left, because Mr. Harding was left-handed and had a stronger grip; Mr. Harding also loved having the upper hand. "So good to see you, sir! I hope you're well."

"Mr. Walker," Mr. Harding said casually, but Jay could already tell that his boss was in a bad mood. Shit. "I believe I told you that I wanted you here at 8."

"Pardon?" that definitely was not what the email had said.

"I sent an email to you around 7:30 that I wanted you in at 8." Mr. Harding said slowly, and Jay quickly pushed down the ire that rose at the childish treatment.

Wait, 7:30? He had staff meetings from 7-8 on Mondays!

"B-but that's when I have my staff meetings," Jay explained, holding back from messing with the cuffs of his sleeves. Mr. Harding hadn't taken too kindly to his fidgeting the last time he had been in here. "I'm not allowed to check my phone during staff meetings."

"I expect you to read all of my emails, Mr. Walker," the man said firmly, his lips curling into a distasteful sneer. "You're lucky that I happen to be free at the moment. Now, would you like to step in, or do you want to wait another hour?"

Jay grit his teeth, swallowing his anger and shoving it down deep inside. "Yes sir, sorry sir."

This damn promotion better be worth every moment of this nonsense, or Jay was tearing the Administration down himself.

[sarahcore24]

February 14, 2024

Happy Valentine’s Day to Cannibalism as a metaphor for love, pomegranates, jegulus fanfiction, yearning, Jackie and Shauna’s doomed homoerotic friendship, the glee cover of smooth criminal, every era of Taylor Swift, gay panic, Strawberry ice cream, as needed anxiety medication, the month of January, neurodivergent hotties, doctors vs the knowledge you’ve obtained from web md, the Quinn app, my cat Winifred, always throwing away the first pancake, getting your period 5 days early, 400mg of ibuprofen a night, reading smut, going braless in the summer, ASMR, staying up until 4am, no longer believing in god, new book smell, the photo of Paul mescal looking at daisy edgar jones while standing next to phoebe bridgers, this or that questions, love song by Sara Bareilles, kissing your one night stand on the forehead, accidentally swallowing your cinnamon gum, being chronically online but working with old people who don’t understand how funny you’re being, buying yourself flowers, American girl doll ICON Josefina, listening to audiobooks on the bus, Vincent Van Gogh cutting off his own ear, nw Portland, fat babes being hot, earl grey tea, the lesbian master doc, the Brontë sisters being cunty, my friends Kat & L, French onion soup, the “there’s only 1 bed” trope, werewolves being queer coded, silly earrings, Greek mythology, surpassing your goodreads goal, rainy Sundays, vitamin d deficiency, the color orange, red string theory, crying when capitalism is overwhelming, sending tik toks as a love language, telling people you’re a vegetarian because saying you are a pescatarian sounds too pretentious, Florence Pugh being a Capricorn, the hostel cafe, and every hot queer person I have ever made eye contact with in a Trader Joe’s. 

[secretlywritingstories]

I don't like taking pain killers. Mostly because I still haven't gotten great at swallowing those pesky pills, but also because I more so like to power through before resorting to ingesting anything.

It's a stupid thing really, because you should seek pain relief, if you're in pain but for me with a regular headache or period pains and I'll more likely just curl up in bed and rest while it sorts itself out. I know that's a very lucky position because for most parts that can handle it. The normal pain level I experience is none, and then on occasion I can have a mild pain, maybe a little annoying but rest and time can take it way.

Yesterday, I had a very minor "surgery" to remove two of my wisdom teeth. They did call it a surgery because it was the lower wisdom teeth in the jaw and those are always operated out, but it still feels a bit silly. I was advised to take a combination of paracetamol and ibuprofen about an hour later, as the anesthesia wore off.

My mouth was sore and cheeks swollen but the bleeding dried up quick and the pain killers kept me pain free, as long as I don't directly touch my cheeks or the area inside my mouth. It also made me google how pain killers worked for the first time.

I had a vague idea of how but it was still strange seeing it on the search page: when we are in pain or injured, a protein called COX2 releases chemicals called prostaglandins. These chemicals send a signal to your brain, telling you you're in pain. For some reason, it itched something in my (temporarily pain free) brain.

Because it's only really the brain that is pain free. It puts a damper on the experience of feeling the pain but the hurt obviously doesn't go away just by blocking those chemicals. You're not reacting like your body is programmed because of them. And it makes sense, you want to be comfortable, able to function, while healing takes place but it still feels strange.

Even now, nearing 36 hours after the surgery, I have been on pain killers. I'm due to take another round soon, if I feel the need, and I might because sleeping yesterday while the dose wore off wasn't exactly fun. Though I'm not sure mollifying the feel of pain will really help if I'm tossing and turning and bumping the area that's in pain.

Pain killers numb the feeling of pain. A clever trick we designed ourselves. Pretty freaking cool. I have no doubt that it's an actual life saver for those dealing with chronic illnesses/pain or having to heal from major injuries or illnesses. I love that they exist, so this is definitely not me trashing them or their use.

I am happy to use them right now, ease this already annoying period of healing and mandatory rest a little. But easing my reception of the healing wounds in my mouth have not magically sealed them back up. My body will though, another quite cool thing. Until it's further along, I'm happy to have the pain killers, even if the pills might cause me trouble.

[iamthecomet]

And hoot again :D

Yeah, you’re very right (both with so quickly depending on it being overwhelming and with it showing how much I needed it)

The trip to therapy went quite well! The bus wasn‘t overly full on both ways, so I could sit down which was really good. I‘m still nervous for the first time that I’ll sit down on the floor if all seats are taken (it would be safer and better for me, but before I was always too scared to do that. Now that I have a cane that makes it sort of visible that I have trouble walking/standing, I want to try to do it).

I have suspected that I have hypermobile joints for a while (the problem is that I’m not in enough pain to really struggle so much that it would really be worth seeing a doctor for, but I’ll mention it when I got my next appointment). Part of the problem is my bad memory, because due to that I honestly can‘t even remember if I’m in pain (I know stuff constantly and quickly starts hurting but that’s probably normal in most cases and I also have a really high pain tolerance).

My body can do things it‘s apparently not supposed to do though

But I feel it with the cane, cause my wrist always sort of wobbles cause it’s really not stable. So I tried applying tape today, but only went to the very near grocery store that takes like a minute to walk to. So I don’t really know how much it has helped yet regarding walking with the cane. I do feel more comfortable though, and I think it‘s also helping me with writing and drawing

(On the video I watched the guy explained what the hypermobile thing in that hand he was showing it on is exactly, what it would look like if it wasn‘t hypermobile and what the tape is gonna do. And my thumb has the exact position that is a result of the joint being hypermobile (so like my suspicion doesn’t seem to be too wrong)

Since noon I had a really really bad headache that felt like my skull was split open and my brain crushed. So really not nice. I took 1,5 ibuprofen and later one paracetamol but nothing helped.

Then I tested myself cause I remembered that the only time I had such a bad headache was when I had COVID and boom! Positive

So yeah. I‘ll stay in bed tomorrow (and my head hurts so fucking much. I hate it)

I‘ll send you pics when the order gets here if you want! :D

But two pairs of Doc Martens sounds very nice!

A really sweet and funny story:

A friend of mine asked me to explain Ghost (as in, explain everything).

Three days ago I sent a video of like a few clips of Jutty, one of which being this clip in which he is like “unfollowing is bullying“ and “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨��

And since then, we‘ve constantly been sending “wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨” back and forth (then we started to send the clip as a only one time viewable video so it wouldn’t be visible beforehand).

Today, I cut off the beginning of an edit and put that clip behind that to hide it and sent it to them. They have also hidden it in a poll on WhatsApp already

It turned into a game and we can‘t stop laughing about it because it‘s so fucking silly xD (it‘s practically like Rick-rolling)

wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨

(You just got wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨-ed. You‘re welcome xD)

~ @owlishanon

I'm glad it's still going well! It's good that it gives you so much peace of mind and that you feel confident doing what you need to do now without worrying that something awful is going to happen. But I'm so sorry that you have COVID! It's rotten. I hope you get lots of rest and your headache doesn't last too long. Sleep and drink lots of water! You can definitely send me pictures of the stuff you get when it comes in! I always love to see people's hauls! I am very excited about my docs. I paid $140 for both pairs, which is like half of one what one of them costs brand new. I feel VERY lucky about it. One pair is rusty orange suede, they're short boots. Great for every day. The other are standard black knee highs which have been my dream boots since, like, forever (I've owed many, many pairs of knee high lace-up boots, but none of them were Docs). The wHaT iF i WaS cOsMo 🧐🤨 thing has me giggling. Thank you for that. What a great joke to have with your friends, seriously. Fucking Jutty. He kills me in the best ways.

[bakery-anon]

HI BUGGGGGGG GIVE US MORE MUSIC BABY<3

when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers ☆

ASHA HI I LOVE YOU <333

MORE MUSIC??? YOU GUYS LIKE MY SONG RECS??? :D I will happily give more song recs, it may just be a lot more indie artists lol

Spin That Record — The Wonderlands, listen…I know I recommended them yesterday but I don’t think you guys heard me the first time. The album this song comes from is so sappy and cheesy and I’m in love. It’s The Push and The Pull album <3

Scrawny — The Wallows, guys I’m gonna be so honest rn. I clicked on a notif and it deleted all my recs and I don’t have the energy to rewrite all the things I said but I’ll try. I love the Wallows guys, I’m going to see them in concert at an undisclosed time!!! This is one of @q-camellia’s favorite songs so it needed to be included <3

Silly Girl — Descendents, I found this through Pinterest actually lol. I was looking at pins for mood boards for some stories I was writing and came across a lyric ss of this song. I proceeded to listen to their entire discography 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Ibuprofen— Bears In Trees, they’re a British indie band and I’m in love guys. They’re so full of whimsy. As we can see a trend of songs I like, it’s because I love silly goofy and whimsy <3 also if this ss doesn’t want you to listen idk what will

Signal Dreams — Small Crush, this is no joke one of my alarms. It’s so ahhhh you know? The little guitar brings me joy and it makes me happy. This collection of songs has been like so many love songs !!! To combat the breakup songs I gave everyone yesterday <3

HONORABLE MENTION TIME !!!! THE RASPBERRY JAMS !!! LIKE THE BAND AS A WHOLE. LISTEN TO ME ON THIS GUYS. LISTEN TO THEM 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[viciousgold]

Marisa put her phone number in Eleanor's phone, also sending herself a text so she'd have Eleanor's number as well.

"Never done it before." she answered, handing the phone back. "I'm not really afraid of getting addicted. I've just never taken anything for pain before, not even ibuprofen. If in pain, I've always just learned to tolerate it. It's how I remained so calm when I came in." Despite the pain from the wound in her stomach, despite the bleeding. It had been like the woman had just a scratch, rather than a bullet wound. "It's perhaps silly, but part of me worries what it would be like, to numb the pain instead of accepting it. I sort of can't fathom it." A smile forced to her lips to lighten her words. "I suppose I'll give it a try, see how it goes."

"Anyway, I'm really looking forward to Thursday. My treat, if you'll let me. As a thank you for saving my life."

"I take it from that response that you are either uncomfortable with taking narcotics or you've never done it before," Eleanor surmised as she handed over her phone. "The higher strengths can knock you for a bit of a loop, but what I'm going to give you is on the lower end of the spectrum and shouldn't impede you going on with life. You just need to make sure you follow the dosing instructions and you shouldn't have any risk of addiction. But you're not required to take any. It's only as needed."

[oh-austin]

“Come on, I’ll take a much-needed nap with you. Then we’ll both feel better.” Was the one i liked best for Austin

prompt list here! send me an ask here!

prompt: “Come on, I’ll take a much-needed nap with you. Then we’ll both feel better.” warnings: no warnings! authors note: I shit you not I had to rewrite this 3 times because my phone would get rid of it when I switched apps- and this is why i am a desktop girlie!!!

Austin had been gone for the better part of the day. Filming Dune 2 was relatively calmer than Elvis, but having just come off a rigorous press tour, Austin was still having trouble getting back into the swing of things.

Today his call time began at seven and ended at seven, twelve hours later. So when you woke up you had been met with an empty bed and cold sheets that Austin had to abandon.

The day went relatively slowly, but it felt longer than it was. Since you woke up, you hadn't been able to breathe through your nose and your throat burned like wildfire- and being alone all day didn't help your sour mood.

So for majority of your day, you lounged around grumpily, drinking tea and reading books. Netflix had nothing good on there, or at least you were too grumpy to actually find anything good. You contemplated making dinner for you and Austin, but your body was aching so badly just the thought made you sigh.

When Austin got home around eight o'clock, he hadn't set foot through the door before you were walking over to him. You engulfed him in a tight embrace, thankful for him to finally be home. Of course you were proud of him, but you still wanted to at least spend time with him.

"Hey mamas," He laughed, putting his bag down the best he could before pulling you into his arms. "How was your day?"

"Bad," You sulked.

"Oh my god," He pulled away, his eyes flooded with concern, "What's happened to your voice?"

"I don't know, I woke up like this," You whined, trying your best to return to your spot against Austin's chest, already missing the warmth.

"Baby, have you taken any medicine? Do you need to go to a doctor?" Austin shot his questions at you. You knew he was just concerned for you, but right now you just wanted to be with him.

"I took ibuprofen when I woke up, but that's it" You shook your head, Austin finally let you come back into his embrace. He swayed lightly and he held on tight to you.

"Baby, you need to take medicine if you're sick," He laughed, "You're so silly,"

"I'm not silly," You argued, "I just couldn't be bothered and I'm tired and grumpy," You sighed. You tried your best to breathe in Austin's scent that you missed so much, but your nose was so stuffed that you couldn't.

“Come on," Austin pulled away once more, you let out a small whine as you lost contact with him again, "I’ll take a much-needed nap with you. Then we’ll both feel better.”

"We'll both feel better?" You asked him.

"Yes," He nodded, "Because when you're in a bad mood, it makes me feel like shit," Austin let out a laugh. "Now come on," He cupped your face once more and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, "Let's go,"

[babsbabbles]

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (you don't have to if you don't want to, but positivity is cool) 💐 💐 💐

Positivity train! Bet, okay:

1) My voice! I love my voice. I like to play with it and make silly sounds and talk and sing. I told my friend Hera once that my voice is my fidget toy and I wasn't joking. I never really shut up and it shows. My voice one of my favourite parts of me.

2) I like that I am headstrong. I'm aware I can be stubborn and obstinate in my worse moments, but being headstrong also makes me self-assured. I don't bow easily to others whims. I don't surrender to my own physical limitations, to any cognitive roadblocks. I'm glad I learned when to temper this trait in me (for the most part bhdksk) but I'm really glad it's still a huge part of me.

3) My curiosity. The constant nagging desire for more information, better understanding, new wonders and deeper understanding of old ones, solving puzzles and taking new paths. I love it, and I love that it is never satisfied.

4) My spots. This one's gonna sound funny. Realistically I know these spots are inflamed patches of skin - either eczema or early stage psoriasis based on medical history - but like. In the grand scheme of my body and it's issues, they require almost nothing to keep under control: an antihistamine or some tiger balm or an ibuprofen if they get fussy - which rarely happens these days. I've just,,, got spots, and I like 'em.

5) My sense of style. Call me prideful or narcissistic, but I think I've got one of the best aesthetics this side the Allegheny. My only lament is not being able to bring it to fruition just yet. I've got college tuition to pay so I can't go out buying Hawaiian shirts and lacy tank tops and flanels and canes and high-waisted jeans and boots that are stiff in the ankle and fantasy leather utility belts and headscarves and more ring splints and necklaces and mm mm mm. I'm just rambling now. One day,,,

Alright those are my five, thank you dear!

I'm not in the mood to fight with tumblr so I will be tagging instead:

@christianmarvel @dangerously-human @spacekrakens @mystery-shrouded @turtleduck-enthusiast @authorofemotion @laughingphoenixleader @bookdragon1811 @siren-singing and whoever else sees this and wants a go~~ <3